tampered | 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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If there was a model for a liar, he was it. Aion almost felt insulted to think such a trick would work on him. His keen sense to observe had been trained ever since he was a child. A soldier to serve his queen. "Is that so? Then you must have had quite a bit to drink stumbling into all those you've past.", Aion hinted to having monitored him throughout the night.

"Perhaps I should escort you home, hm?" The demon kept a good hold on the man to keep him in place and aimed to make him squirm under the spotlight. Anyone could tell a lie. It was whether he had any other talents that Aion was curious in.

"Escort me home?" Serrure repeated, eyes widening. "My, but you're forward. Haven't even bought me dinner, yet you already want to take me home? Tsk. I am sorry to inform you, I'm not that sort of boy."

Even in the hold, Serrure did not squirm, only smiled, relaxed, turned on the charm. He was confident in his ability to talk his way out of the situation and if that failed, it was his experience that getting away was almost supernaturally easy. On the other hand, he'd not encountered a demon before, not that he knew he was encountering one now.

"Only as forward as your hand." Aion pointed out the fact that he was the one targeted by the other. The way the man held himself was, however, impressive. Not a single hesitancy. He was certainly experienced in what he does and he could respect that.

"All right. Let's start over then, shall we?" the sinner continued to calmly carry the conversation as his deadly eyes locked onto his once more after a quick scan of the room to see if he had an accomplice.

"You have a name?"

"I told you, I slipped," Serrure tipped his head, eyes widening as though to emphasize his point. "An accident, nothing more." A flash of a grin that he could not quite keep form his face and then Serrure sketched a mocking formal bow, "Serrure, king of thieves, at your service. Oh no, that title would never do to emphasize my innocence, would it?"

The distinct feeling that he's laughing at you, but he asks, "And your name?"

Confident and cocky with a nice resume. Aion has had his share of the type and one he didn't mind. They always did manage to deliver and show results after all. He could appreciate a good work. The king of thieves. The man was certainly someone to keep in mind.

"Aion, the sinner." he curled his lips as he allowed a little of his energy, full of blood lust, to seep from him to let the other know that he was no human. The rest he'd let the other muse unless asked otherwise.

"The King of thieves, hm? You hold your title well, Serrure. I'll remember it well." And with that he released his hold on the man.

"Aion the Sinner. What sort of sinner are you, Aion? The fun kind, I hope, not the death and dismemberment sort, hm?" Even if this Aion was the murderous sort, Serrure was fairly certain that he would not be able to ply his craft on Serrure at the moment, being as they were out in the open with so many witnesses.

Serrure stepped back as Aion released him, giving a little shudder at the feel of power sweeping over him, "Or perhaps I ought to ask what are you?"

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

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