tampered | Log // Ongoing // Closed to Guests and Dinner

When; February 26/February 27: Late Friday Evening/Saturday morning
Rating; R. This is disturbing stuff.
Characters; The Master

neverendingbeat, Rido Kuran

council_king, Aion

jiyuna_togabito, Justin Pendleton

absinthe_eyed, Ken Hidaka

bladed_siberian, Mara Lesser

cry_reaper, Mercedes (Mercy) Thompson

coyote_walking, Shin Mouri

brbgonefishin, Rip Van Winkle

der_freischuetz, Luke Valentine

valentineluke, Damien Thorn

reignforever, Grell Sutcliff

deathbutler, Myrnin

trapdoor_spider
Summary; Some people have interesting diets that shouldn't be discriminated against. Rido and the Master are catering to that with their dinner party. With five kidnapped ~~humans~~ sentient beings. I can be not-speciest. I'm cool like that.
Log; Rido had found a rather perfect cave in the Underground for the purposes of the party. It was large enough to have a certain amount of majesty but not so large that the candles lighting it were ineffective. Due to the nature of most of the guests, the large dining table, and accompanying chairs were closer to the side of the room than there would have been for a more traditional party, but there was a variety of food on it to appeal to the more conventional eaters among the guests. In addition, there were several comfortable chairs placed around the cave, for guests to sit in and chat, with each other or the dinner.

The dinner was gagged and in various places around the room: Ken, bound and hanging upside-down from the ceiling; Mara, tied to a section of the table, beside the rest of the food; Justin, bound to a chair; and Shin chained onto the stone wall. There was a fifth guest, but she would be brought out only at Rido’s discretion.

[ooc: HEY. So. I tried my best, as did Rido-mun, but if we didn’t invite you and you feel like you would have been, PM one of us and we’ll tell you what we can or can’t assume. As for interaction with the victims, rules still apply. No mutilation, body part taking away…age. But anything else goes, up to, and including death. Except for Mercy, who you can’t see right now. No killing her. ~~IT’S A CLEVER PUN, SEEEEE~~ Right. Their memories of the evening will be removed, so…win/win? No. Win/lose. I’m too tired. This is all just reiteration. Sorry. Also, I was having trouble writing this ~~it's so short, whyyyy~~ so sorry as well for how late it went up.

Each victim will post an open thread where they are bound and blindfolded. Feel free to harass/speak verbalize at them at will. If you want to do more than verbally harass them, please start a new thread with "Requesting [victim name]" in the subject line. Rido will lead you to/bring your victim to you. Please PM the details of what you want to do to each victim so they can keep track of injuries, order, and any limits they need to impose. Most importantly, have fun!]

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Rip van Winkle arrived at the cave humming a little melody. The musket, nearly as long as she herself was tall, leant against her shoulder, held in place by one gloved hand. Wearing one of her usual black suits she was easy to confuse with a man, if it weren't for her voice and perhaps the long hair.

Naturally they had found themselves a quiet location for this, though she hadn't expected the main course~ to be set up already. Oh, that was splendid! No waiting, then. A pity this evening consisted not only of dinner and hopefully amusement, but also duty. Therefore she needed to keep herself from getting too distracted. Truly, wasn't that a shame? With this in mind, she looked around, spotting several familiar faces. Mister Master, of course, Mister Rido- and Aion. Now, if that wasn't a surprise.

This would prove to be interesting.

After making sure that the guests were indeed following the right path, Aion entered the main area to socialize himself. The Eagle was sufficient enough so far which was a good thing. He had no intention of running anymore errands for a simple gathering. It was only a fair gesture on his part to show his hosts his appreciation for the opportunity. Nothing more. The demon always held his own interest above all and there wasn't anyone who was more dedicated to accomplishing his goals than he was.

There were quite a few familiar faces and then there were others. Spotting Rip, he decided he'd start with her- One of the familiar faces within the room.

"As expected, Millennium truly has an impressive network. I thought you'd be here, Lieutenant." Aion spoke in a low voice as he stopped right beside her with both hands in his pockets.

And there he was! Rip was glad that it had been him speaking to her first; she had not been sure if she was allowed to know him or if she would have to put on a performance with him, too.

Grinning at Aion, she lowered her voice as well. Although it was merely because he did.

"What would an organisation be without a network?" How hard she had worked for that. "However, your presence is more astonishing. I thought you prefer yet to keep yourself hidden?"

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He chuckled to her answer and slyly averted his eyes to look at her. "One can't expect to gain trust from future allies hidden now, don't you agree?" He continued to keep his voice low to keep things private. The sinner still wasn't acquainted with the others enough to freely have them listen in on their conversation for one.

Looking from person to person, Aion finally decided to ask for her assistance. One always had an upper hand if he knew at least something of the person he was about to speak to. "Anyone specific you recommend? The only ones I know in this room are the two hosts besides you, Millennium. Unless there were others I wasn't informed of."

"Very true. And I do enjoy finally seeing you involved in one such event." It was really about time, yes. Secrecy got oh so often in the way- There were quite a lot of them by now and Rip saw little reason for resolute secrecy anymore. A hassle, tiresome. Besides, there was no better way to celebrate an alliance than something like this, yes?

Her eyes followed his, as he looked them over.
"I fear I don't know all of them either," she said, laying a finger to her lips thoughtfully. Then the lazy grin again. "But over there-, the one with the red hair, he's one of my acquaintances. Grell Sutcliff. Do be a gentleman to him."

Right. One of the three that partook in that event. He recalled his first encounter with him or more so his first observation. A Halloween party of one year, where he found him with Road. The conversation they had was interesting enough for him to remember his face at the least. Perhaps it was a good opportunity to finally meet face to face with the mysterious red-head.

"Then I suppose we both have quite the night ahead of us." He placed a hand onto her shoulder as a friendly gesture. "Grell Sutcliff. Heh, aren't I always?" Aion held his head confidently with a devious smile. "We'll exchange later."

"Oh, yes, undoubtfully." With that, Rip saw him go and approach Grell. Now, if that wasn't interesting. The only question left was, did Aion share more Luke Valentine's or her own tastes on this issue? Oh, and was she ever curious to know.

"Lieutenant!" said the Master excitedly, running up to her. He was very glad that a guest had arrived. Soon he could stop waiting.

"A little more direct than our tea party, isn't it?"

"Ah, Mister Master!" And there her duty already caught up with her. She was to observe his interacting with Mister Rido. Rip smiled at him anyway.

"Truly, it is. And this time there are a few more than just me prefering something else than tea, I suppose." Then she lowered her voice. "I was also delightfully surprised to learn that you know Aion."

Wondering why they were lowering their voices, the Master shrugged. "He worked for me when I owned the brothel. So he brought some of the dinner, I believe. You know him?"

...brothel? So this was what he had meant with "a curse". How absurd. And Aion, bringing the dinner? This was getting better and better.

"I do indeed. Such a coincidence, isn't it? Or perhaps not." Not too mention the fact that she knew Aion nearly twice as long as she knew Mister Master. But this was not the time to discuss Aion with him; her voice returned to its normal level. "Now, why don't you show me the dinner?"

Looking at Rip briefly, with his head tilted downwards, as if he were scrutinising her over the tops of non-existent glasses, he flashed a grin at her. "Rip," he said, and then gestured widely at the room, "Dinner." He laughed quickly and still grinning, asked, "What do you want to be shown?"

Rip chuckled, enjoying his wild enthusiasm. "The menu, then," she said, returning the grin and in doing so the full set of fangs in her mouth became visible. "Looking through the available dishes, before tasting~." And perhaps take a closer look at who they had chosen.

"Alright," said the Master, shrugging. "I don't know anything beyond my observations, though. I didn't capture them at all." He looked around the room. "There's five in all. I think Rido wants to reveal one himself. A stone coffin of some sort, I don't know. You can look around yourself if you want or I can point them out."

"Five, hm. Very well, thank you."

Following his look around the room, her gaze stopped at Mister Pendleton.

"Ohh- I think I shall find out for myself." She couldn't harm him, of course, but the chance was just too perfect to pass up.

"Alright! Enjoy yourself!" said the Master, grinning cheekily and wiggling his fingers in a wave.

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