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

[indecent_butterfly]

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!))

Comments

Setsuna would, and it wouldn't be pretty ;A;

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna only half turns, mind muddled with drink, so he's not able to process questioning why she's so quiet.]

Yeah, but I don't feel so well. And I don't want to be here when things start getting weird.

/nomnomnom >:3

[worldofourown]

'Weird'?

[A chuckle. He moves smoothly, almost dancingly closer. One arm slipping around Setsuna's shoulders.]

Don't you mean when things get fun?

[The Cherub is nice and sloshed. Wonderful. Especially considering what Karl has in mind.]

[beyourarmy]

[The arm is welcome, and comforting, a sign of affection to Setsuna. That's probably not what he should think of it.]

What I was told would be happening...I don't think that's fun, thanks. The drinking is all and good. The dancing was actually okay. But I'll skip on the orgies and crap.

[Very sloshed.]

[worldofourown]

[The arm shouldn't be comforting, Setsuna. Especially when it's winding tighter. A death-grip.]

Not in the mood for orgies? Then care for a one-on-one?

[The words are lilting. Soft. But Karl's gaze is predatory.]

[beyourarmy]

No. I only want Sara. [He doesn't realize the tightening grip, or Karl's gaze. He just knows Sara. And that thing he can't remember bothering him in the back of his mind.]

When you forget something how do you remember it?

[worldofourown]

[Only want Sara? Much like how Karl only wants Saya. But he shelves the similarities aside. Can't - won't - think about that tonight. Not with this tasty little Cherub to toy with. Warm. Alive. Brimming with energy.]

If you forgot it, it probably doesn't need to be remembered.

[His free hand touches the placket of Setsuna's shirt. Crisp white fabric. How would it look, sprayed with red blood?]

[beyourarmy]

No...it's important. [Especially because it was about Kira. Setsuna just frowns in frustration, then looks down at Karl's hand. Why, yes, there is a hand there.]

What're you doing?

[worldofourown]

Making sure you don't fall~

[Karl keeps his arm slung around Setsuna. Starts, as if thoughtlessly, leading them deeper into the Labyrinth.]

Stay awhile. The humans here are beginning to bore.

[beyourarmy]

Oh.... Yeah, I need help with that. [Nothing weird, so far. Although -]

I'm not sure how to entertain a vampire. Or a chi...che... What the hell is it you are again? I can never say that word.

[A quick look back.] And is the girl gonna be okay if you just leave her there?

[worldofourown]

You're entertaining as you are.

[They head toward a gloomy knoll. Night-blooming flowers, tall topiaries everywhere. Behind them, the party's music is muffled. Darkness a concealing curtain.]

Chi - rop - teran. [Say the long word with him, Sets!]

Hm?

[An idle glance.]

Oh yes. She'll be fine. Just needs a moment to clear her head.

[Not true. He can smell the girl's ebbing life on the leafy air. But who cared for leftovers?]

[beyourarmy]

[As they walk further away from her, he starts to forget about her, and is forgetting what he wanted to do that included Kira - which, for the record, was send him a message or call him.]

Chi-rop-ter-an. Chiropteran. [Then he starts laughing.] I don't know if I'm gonna remember that later.

[worldofourown]

There's much you may not remember tonight.

[The spot is secluded. Quiet. Perfect, in a word. Karl lets his hand drift - very casually - to Setsuna's side. Fingers hooked in the belt loop. Harmless enough - except he shouldn't be slipping that close.]

[In the gloaming, his eyes burn red. Fangs lengthening.]

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna didn't feel Karl's fingers, or being pulled towards Karl, his body far too numb. He did, however, finally notice the distance when he was there, but it was likely too late. His hands went to Karl's chest to push just a little.]

Hey, why so close?

[worldofourown]

[Setsuna can push all he likes. Karl isn't planning to move away. One swift motion, and he has the boy pinned, back-first, against a wisteria-twined wall. Hands on either shoulder. Smile sharp and fierce.]

Why~?

Surely you've figured that out by now.

[beyourarmy]

[In his sexist, one-track mind, if it had been a girl pinned to a wall by a guy, he would think what was to follow was obvious, but he wasn't a girl. And he wouldn't think about Karl biting him because they had a deal, and he was drunk. So, confused, Setsuna just shook his head.]

No....

[worldofourown]

[Poor Setsuna. He needs to learn. It's not just girls who are victims. For a mad vampire, everyone is a warm meal.]

[Karl's right hand shifts into a scaly claw. Razor nails scraping across Setsuna's jaw. Slicing skin in a thin red line. He watches the bead of blood roll down like a tear. Leans in to lap it away - just for a taste.]

[If not for the blood's rejuvenating properties, he'd tear into the Cherub's throat. But why take that chance? There's plenty other ways to skin a cat.]

[beyourarmy]

[He barely feels a slight burn across his jaw, eyes wide. It isn't just the physical, though, he's slightly stunned, a little hurt. He knows Karl's a monster, that he would do all sorts of horrible things, but...drunk as Setsuna is, his more logical side has left him.

[Then his eyes narrow and he aims a punch in Karl's direction for that, only he's weaving as he does, his target not exactly where he thinks it is.]

What the hell, Karl?! You really want to start a fight here?

[worldofourown]

[Unsteady as the boy is, the punch misses by a mile. Karl dodges with a grin. One hand swatting at Setsuna's like a bothersome fly. His fingers clamp - bruisingly-tight - around the boy's wrist. Pinning it back against the wall.]

[The other hand - still clawed - strokes the boy's neck. Almost soothing. But his gaze is red-hot with bloodlust. Fangs glinting.]

You're in no condition to fight.

So why not stay still and enjoy this?

[As he speaks, he glides two nails across the boy's skin. Smiling at the pretty red twin streaks left behind. Leaning in, he drags his tongue along the wounds. Just before sinking his teeth into them.]

[It's not a frenzied bite. Just a sharp nip. Enough to see if Setsuna will cry out.]

[beyourarmy]

[He doesn't feel Karl's hold, so much as realize that it keeps his hand from moving.

[And when Karl's fangs sunk in, Setsuna does cry out, a sharp sound.]

I swear! You bastard! No more free blood for you after this! [And he attempts a kick at Karl's legs, trying to put any distance between them and give pain in retaliation. It's not usually THIS hard.]

[worldofourown]

[He delights in the noise Setsuna makes. It fills him with anticipatory pleasure. To slice, bite, ravage. The boy's struggles are equally delicious. He does like lively prey. Especially one that knows it's going to be violated.]

...Setsuna. Dear sweet innocent thing.

I never said I was after your blood tonight~

[In a blur, he's shoved Setsuna to the floor. Landing easily on top of him. Both hands pinning the boy's wrists. Legs firmly straddling his flailing ones. His teeth flashing out - this time sinking into the boy's collarbone. Staining the white shirt pink with blood.]

[Out here, with the overlapping music, no one will hear the screams.]

[sympathyforme]

[No one, unless someone went looking for Setsuna. And who should have done that but Kira?]

[He has the advantage of no aura to speak of, nor anything else that can help track him or notice him unless he wants to be noticed. Music and Setsuna's cries also helped drowning out his steps. And so he stands right behind Karl, katana already called forth.]

I gave you a warning. Leave him alone.

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna had been trying to kick Karl off, pull his hands free - anything - angry tears of slight panic started in his eyes, the sting of betrayal in them - but he stopped everything when he heard someone speak. He couldn't see Kira clearly with Karl on top of him, his vision blurred over with alcohol and his upset, but he knew that voice.]

Senpai? [Fuck. He probably looked so pathetic. Why did this crap keep happening lately?]

[worldofourown]

[He wants to study the tears in Setsuna's eyes. Memorize them. A reminder - distant, depraved - of his own lost innocence. Setsuna's rage, radiating off him, rouses nothing beyond hunger. For flesh, for blood. The only thoughts Karl can stand to have - since Saya's loss.]

[Then he hears Kira's light footsteps. Sees - in his peripheral vision - a glint of sword-steel. Languid, half-insouciant, Karl turns.]

Hn.

The Brave Knight. Here to rescue his Fair Damsel.

[Setsuna's blood paints his grinning mouth. His eyes flash red and savage.]

[sympathyforme]

[Kira wants to drive the blade through Karl, cut him into pieces. He knows that it won't be permanent. Sure would be therapeutic, though. But he has to take his limitations into account and the fact that Setsuna is still under Karl.]

As I told you before, go fuck yourself.

[beyourarmy]

[There's a little panic all over again and vines start slithering out of the maze walls, granted, they're moving sluggishly - proof Setsuna's still drunk. Still, he's trying to fight Karl off.]

Get up already! And Senpai, don't tell him things like that when he's on top of me! [It's kind of scary, the direction those kinds of words can go.]