tampered | I live for the nights I can't remember with the people I'll never forget.

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I live for the nights I can't remember with the people I'll never forget.

When; Starting Friday night around 10, ending sometime Saturday
Rating; on the safe side R
Characters; Open to all!
Summary; To shake things up and have some fun, or cause trouble as the case may be, someone is throwing a party...
Log;

Sometime Thursday everyone no matter their age (barring the residences of Setsuna Muduo, the angel Michael, and anyone Hatter has been able to determine as friends of the one called Ikki) in the City will have received a notice inviting them to a party on the outer edge of the City.

The address leads to a modest little place with garden and labyrinth that has been decorated in smoke, fog and glow sticks. There is live music thanks to Curt Wild & Time Bomb, food, drinks of the alcoholic and non varieties, along with some more atypical treats (do be careful which pills you mix with which).

The host of the evening, the Master of Ceremonies so to speak, is a quaint thing harlequin painted for those who've yet to meet nem. Do feel free to mix and mingle, the night is quite young and it is a party after all. Just don't forget the overall theme: it's not a real party until everyone's clothes come off.

Just be care of the maze...there's at least one psychotic vampire on the prowl.

((Pretty much this is a giant open log, feel free to comment either openly or in private closed threads. Also Hatter will be wandering about, if you want nem to tag you please let me know via subject line. Thanks and enjoy!))

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[Setsuna draws back. But Karl keeps two fingers hooked - half-playful - in the back of his collar.]

What have you been drinking so far?

[He doesn't want another drink. It's not like he can feel it. But the idea of a liquored-up Cherub is profoundly amusing.]

[The hold confuses him at first. Why isn't he moving far? Hey? What the-? He looks back to figure this out, can't really see, then puts his hand back there to feel why.

The question resets his mood to happy and he gives Karl a big grin.]

You know.... [He thinks about it then laughs.] I know I've had some beer, then some other stuff. I've lost track.

Beer.

[He pulls a face. What is it with kids these days and beer? Then his expression realigns to one of adult amusement.]

You can have mine if you want. [Proffering the glass.] I think they call it a - [What was it?] A Suffering Bastard.

[Setsuna looked at the offered drink questioningly, at first, then took the glass with a laugh.]

Either they named it after you or me. Can't figure out which. I'll take it, though.

All right.

[He plucks the orange wheel from his drink. Pops it into his mouth and bites down, sweetsour juice shooting down his throat. It's really only extra-tart, extra-sugary, extra-spicy foods he can stand.]

[Eyeing the maraschino cherry floating in the drink, he smirks.]

Can you tie that into a knot~? All the sixteen-year-olds these days can tie those cherry-stems into knots.

[He almost protests the pilfering from the drink, to insist it's his now, but then stops at Karl's question to, yet again, laugh.]

I've only done it a couple times. Let's see if I can do it now!

[So cherry first, he pops it cleanly off the stem and eats it, almost forgetting about the stem. It follows, though, eventually, and Setsuna looks perplexed shoving it around in his mouth for a bit, before chuckling in triumph. He finishes it off by pulling one end to strengthen the knot then displays it for Karl.]

How's that?

[The slowest clap, Sets. Bravissimo.]

...Very good. [A trace of wryness.] I hope it wasn't Kira who taught you that.

Why would that be a problem? [Not that he's answering the question. Now that he's done a asked, he's downing that beverage, thanks.]

[Oh Cherub. Such innocence. Karl lets off a short laugh.]

You don't understand the implications of tying cherry-stems into knots, do you?

Huh? What implication? [Total blank stare. Dirty minded as the kid can be sometimes, that's not the sort of thing he realizes, because it's not that straight forward.]

[Tsk-tsk.]

I often wonder how you don't run your tricycle off a cliff, Cherub.

[Under the flashing lights, Karl's features shift. Still dark-haired and pale-skinned. But with a markedly feminine softness. Smile blooming, he leans in. Just a soft slide of lips on Setsuna's. Just a barest wet flick of tongue. Draws back with a feline smile.]

Any light illuminating your mind yet?

Tricycle? What tri-

[He's cut off first by the change, though he doesn't completely register it until some after the light something that could be called a kiss. He takes a step back, blinking, confused.]

No. Still nothing on that. But I'm taken. [Uncomfortable blush.] And you make a very pretty girl.

[The boy's blush - his bafflement - is charming. There's always something to be said about pestering the innocent ones.]

The answer will come to you in a moment.

[A smile, teeth caught in tongue.]

Your girlfriend - sister - isn't here. Unless you mean taken by Kira?

Not sure about that.

[Gently, he reaches out to place a finger on Karl's nose.]

Sara might not be here physically, but my heart belongs to her, and I'm not interested in anyone else that way.

...and why do so many people think Kira and I are involved? Or that I could possibly control that guy? It's not even old anymore. Now it's just plain weird.

[A half-smirk.]

Perhaps you need another kiss~

[At Setsuna's next words, he sobers. The absence of someone important ...Karl understands that. It's why he's out here tonight. Letting music and chatter and chaos fill his mind, in hopes of dulling the ache of Saya's loss.]

[It's all pathetic and temporary. But it gets the job done.]

....Weird? Let me think. Something to do with how he's always - always keeping an eye on you.

[Like a possessive - murderous - boyfriend?]

Another wh-?

[Setsuna cuts off at Karl's explanation on Kira, then he looks around the room quickly, eyes a little wide. CRAP! He really should've told Kira he was coming here tonight. He just didn't think about it when Karl made the offer.]

He's not here now, is he? [And, thankfully, that keeps Setsuna's mouth from blurting out the reasons of WHY Kira does that.]

[The boy is like a skittish kitten. All big eyes and pricked up ears. With an inward sigh, Karl ruffles his hair. On anyone else, it would be a brotherly gesture. But anyone close to Karl knows he's only physical - affectionate - when in the mood for violence or sex.]

He isn't here. I checked. [Smiling sweetly.] This is a party night. Why not enjoy yourself instead of worrying?

[Finish your drink!]

[That's one thing Setsuna has yet to learn about Karl. That sort of affection is usually brotherly, from Kira, and Setsuna eats it up, happily. Now it's mistaken for the same, getting a warm smile from the kid.

He doesn't even think there's anything fishy about Karl having already looked for Kira.]

Yeah...that's why I came here. Not to think about stuff... [His expression falters for a moment. There was something he was thinking earlier. Something important. Something about Kira. What was it? Frown. He tips out the rest of the drink into his mouth, chugging the rest.]

[Karl watches the boy slug his drink like a shot. Eyes tracing the bobbing of his throat. He really is such a tasty-looking child. Karl can only imagine what sort of twisted delights Diva would've subjected him to.]

...Not thinking is a very good idea.

[He wants this child all floppy and mindless. Like putty to toy with. Still wearing a girl's face, Karl leans in. Hand stroking Setsuna's cheek in a strange, undulant caress.]

...Want a dance~?

[He's already pretty sluggish, giving Karl a lop-sided smile.]

I don't dance much. You're gonna have to teach me some.

[The caress is a little weird, but Setsuna tosses it off.] And promise you'll look like you again later? This is weirding me out.

It's easy enough. Just follow my lead.

[One arm curled around Setsuna's neck, Karl leads him - a lamb into a slaughter - to the dancefloor. Finding a space among the bumping bodies and the juddering beats of music. The air is especially hot here. Tinged with alcohol and sweat.]

...Really? You're 'weirded out' by a pretty girl~?

Yeah, okay. I guess.... [Wait. That would mean he has to watch those hips move, doesn't it? He's clearly a little flustered, but a little eager all the same. He goes.

The heat of the bodies and energy is good for sweating out alcohol, too.]

'Cause I know the pretty girl is really Karl. It's a little strange, okay?

[Under the flashing lights, dark hair flying, Karl sways like he's dueling rather than dancing. He's not the perfect twinkle-toes Solomon is. But he knows how to inhabit the beat - like in battle. Dancing and fighting go hand-in-hand in his book.]

I didn't find it strange when you were turned into a girl. And apparently that's happened to you more than once.

[He says it teasingly, lips by Setsuna's ear. With the thundering bass, it's the best way to be heard.]

[Setsuna wasn't made for ballroom dancing stuff, anyway. Thinking of a dance like a fight would be the best way to teach him, because fighting he can do. Even drunk he follows Karl's movements, letting the beat lead his rhythm.]

Yeah, well, according to some people, my face is that of a girl's. And yeah, s'happened before I came here.

[He stops suddenly, reaching out to touch Karl's face.] But your face didn't really change much, either. Your eyes just got bigger. That's biggest difference, at least.

[He's pleased when the Cherub matches his movements. But given that Stsuna can hold his own during their spars, it's not all that surprising.]

...You said you were in someone else's body. Alexiel, if I remember...

[Grinning, Karl leans in so he and Setsuna are almost nose-to-nose. It looks like an intimate clasp. Two lovers about to kiss. But Karl only gets this close when ready to bite.]

...You're saying I look like a girl again. How rude.

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