Sassy in waiting (2022-24)

   As Sebastian began to drift off to sleep, his body rose and he hovered vertically a foot off the ground. Black feathered wings, with teal tips sharp as razors, burst from his back, shredding the pastel button-down shirt he had been wearing. His body slowly began to change as well, softening at the chest, dipping in at the waist, and rounding at the hip. The changes were slight and subtle, but easy to see for anyone familiar enough. Eyes snapped open, revealing inky pools with only hints of teal shimmering underneath, staring unblinkingly at the vampire, completely and unfathomably expressionless. A voice, soft and cold, with an eerie echo, sounded from Serena's lips: "Hi, Xandy." xoxo "You look confused," Serena said after a pause, in the same strange, echoing monotone. "There's been a sort of transdimensional paradox. That Sebastian really did die and lose his memory. If you want my opinion, it's for the best that he doesn't remember you. Ot...

 Faustus: I like my women like I like my coffee: Hot, sweet, and overflowing with cream. I like my men like I like my Pringles: Stacked in a small container and easily broken.   (Romain) I like my Pringles like I like my coffee: Out of my sight and out of my mind.   Faustus "But what about your women?"   (Romain) My what? No, those don't belong there.   Faustus "Really? I thought all kings had wives and concubines."   (Romain) No king I know has concubines, and few have wives. What is the point? Power is awarded by a predecessor or, more commonly, taken by force. Why should we wish to have wives meddling in our rule?   Faustus took this in, nodded, and said, "I like you. You speak sense. Come, let us enjoy a fine supper of goose and rhubarb pie!" He waved his hand and the feast appeared.   There was a lull in administration today. Wren could take care of what else that he needed. Romain decided to partake. "Very well. Thank you." He was not w...

   Poseidon: "My dad said someone bad killed my mother... it was you."   Sebastian: "Well, no... but I probably represented the guy who did."   Poseidon: "You look just like him..."   Sebastian: "I've been told I look like a lot of people. One of those faces, I guess. But for argument's same... anyone I may or may not have allegedly  ｋ ill ｅ d... let's just say there would have to be a damn good reason. I'm in the business of setting  ｋ ill ｅ r ｓ  free, not  ｋ ill ｉ n ｇ  them myself.   “Well she wasn’t a killer! She was my mother.” Poseidon stated disapprovingly. He really didn’t understand it all fully, probably due to his age yet but he did understand a few things. What this gun can do, what happened to her initially, and that he fit the description at least. At least in his head. “So then… why are you here?”   "I never said, nor implied, that she was a killer," Sebastian said coolly. "And I was in the neighborhood. Yo...

  Désmoda had been living a comfortable life—well, comfortable for her. She had a rather nice roof over her head and she could  get to the market if she wanted  to ride in the carriage. But she also had a few people she could ask to do so for her… for a sufficiently-inclusive definition of “ask”. Yes, she’d released the last poor bastard she’d indentured from her cellar, but not without taking some insurance that, should she request a favor or two, they’d not feel in a position to turn her down. And now that her cellar was housing only empty wine casks at the moment, she found herself in need of someone to share her home. She’d never admit it, of course, but she did get terribly lonely from time to time. Maybe there was a more appropriate way to meet men than entrapping, torturing, and blackmailing them… but how would she know? Her mother had wanted to raise a lady and she’d wanted to spite her mother, so away she’d run when she was 16, taking some of her dowry with her b...

    Troy to Dalziel: "You look great today!"   Who the... Oh look, it was that weird kid from the college. Dalziel eyed the blonde for a minute with a serious expression for a long moment. "Indicating I don't look great every other day?"He replied a bit smartly before glancing back down to his phone that he'd been checking while waiting for his coffee.   "Implying that some days I pay more attention to your looks than others," Troy said, nodding gravely. Then he grinned and moved to the seat right next to his. "I'm not sure we've met. I'm Troy. I've seen you around a couple times."   Dalziel looked to the other with what nearly looked like an annoyed expression before he was suddenly snickering "Seen yes, met... No afraid not. I usually do better at avoiding actually speaking to human beings. Guess today isn't exactly my day is it" He joked a bit dryly at the other as he glanced briefly to where the other was...

    Cygnet: "You're always so nice to everyone!" Well she was observant for him having not seen her around much before and definitely not in this particular establishment. With a bit of a laugh Noel gave a few nods "Well perhaps not to everyone, but you looked lonesome over here. Want another drink?" He offered noting that she'd nearly finished the one in her hand. However he didn't wait for her to answer before he was glancing over to wave the bartender over with a hand. "Another of those for the pretty girl but add it to my tab" He told the male who'd neared then let his gaze go back to her as he leaned back in the booth where he currently sat across from her.   "Well-- I guess so," she said, sitting up straighter to watch the bartender pour her black rum. "I'm usually actually pretty solitary," she added, "but it really is nice of you to come over and talk, and for the compliment. I mean, um. Thank you. Cygne...

  From. User name:.Captain Spalding's Underpants "You can't hide from me!!!!" To: -Fill in blank- //Funny banter level something I thought would be absolutely hilarious to kick things off with.   Troy [Who am I not hiding from?]   Unknown [You know who bitch! Don't fucking play stupid with me! I told you already you pay by Monday or I'm gonna let Dixie play wack a bitch with your fucking sister! It's past time.... And he's plenty board mother fucker!!]   [Sorry, I think you have the wrong number. I'm an only child.]   About an hour passed after he'd seen that message. Either this dumb fuck was playing stupid or he really didn't care and after a time he was back uploading a video of the girl screaming, Dixie using a blow torch on her lower areas and laughing. Damn near the beginning of a snuff before the camera cut off. And still convinced the information he'd been given was correct and the guy was lying.... the file was sent along with ...