Alex Lloyd – Amazing.

 

Morning guys.  Today’s sing a long song is by an Aussie favorite, Alex Lloyd.  Really hope you enjoy it as much as I do, as Alex is one of my favorite musicians.  This song’s lyrics fill me with hope.

 

When all you want to do is rock
But you dont want to bear the shock, no more
When its just swell that fills your eyes
Belated feelings that you have denied

When every wolf is at your door
Just like a hundred times before
But you dont want to leave the end

You were amazing
And we did amazing things
And I wouldn’t change it
‘Cause we were amazing things

Rebuilding bridges in your mind
Your eagerness now is on the line
The plastic mountain at your feet
Divided streets now as you look to find a seat

When every wolf is at your door
Just like a hundred times before
But you dont want to see the end

You were amazing
And we did amazing things
And I wouldnt change it
‘Cause we were amazing things

And I really didnt want that push today
No I really didnt want to end this way
But the things that seem to bind us
Are the things we put behind us on this day

You were amazing
And we did amazing things
And I wouldn’t change it
‘Cause we were amazing things

 

RPC – Joel Martin : Blood City Series.

Name: Joel Martin.
Race: Human.
Gender: Male.
Age: 24 years.
Sexuality: Bi-sexual.

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Personality: Reserved, discreet, aloof, curious; yet in a disarming way.
District: Orago.
Occupation: English Teacher at Acalo School.
Family: Sister – Beatrice Martin
Likes: Reading, Shakespeare, Comic books, coffee shops, smoking.
Dislikes: Loud people, bad service, liars, smelly cabs, students with late homework.

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Appearance: Sandy coloured unkempt hair, Joel has silver grey eyes and wears light metal frame glasses. Approximately, 5’10” in height, he tends to prefer to dress in a smart casual fashion. Usually Joel is caught wearing a cotton shirt with vest and light coloured slacks. He also has a fascination for bow ties. He could pass for your average guy about town, but he has a certain air of mystery about him. Joel carries a brown leather satchel with him wherever he goes, but it is years old – well worn with a strange emblem on the flap.

Bio: Joel Martin lives with his only sister, Beatrice in a small two bedroom apartment in the Orago district that belonged to their parents. Joel makes the daily journey to Acalo to teach English classes to the upper grades. A man of simple means, he is something of a closed book – Joel associates with only a handful of people; preferring to spend his time either at the library or at one of the many coffee houses or cafes when not at the school. He is often seen seated alone in a booth, with his attention fixated on whatever it is that he is reading. Brooding grey eyes offer little to what lay behind them. He trusts few, and those he does have to earn it.

 

The House of Red Velvet – SS.

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Scene setting:  The House of Red Velvet – Lust Kingdom.

co-written with Temp & Moo.

Razorbackwriter:  It did not take long for the Warlock to return to his House of Red Velvet. With the Anarchy Division now in employ to seek out, capture and collar the elusive Bandit, he now felt more relaxed than he had in a day. Striding up the cobblestone path that would lead to a pair of ornately carved wooden doors, he struck the door with the tip of his Staff, only to have it open by magic. Raul’s face was still lacking emotion. He found weakness in those that displayed it, and often they only did so in order to get pity or attention.

Inside you could hear the sultry refrain of the band playing in the main auditorium. A show room where burlesque dancers entertained gentlemen or ladies that had come to enjoy the delights of some of the Red Velvet’s young colts. That is what Raul refereed to them as. Shiny eyed, skin tight and strong. Able to take a beating. On stage, one of the night’s class acts was doing a routine, with a large set of ostrich feather fans. Wowing the gathered crowd with her sensual moves. So titillating that some men were hardly able to sit still in their seats.

In a Kingdom like Lust, this was one place you were assured that even your darkest fantasy was to come to life. At …a price.

The Warlock strolled up to the bar, and gestured to the faithful barman to bring him his usual. The barman was dressed in a black suit, with bow tie of blood red. A single red rose in his lapel. He never missed a trick. Listening in on conversations by the many guests that graced the halls. Nothing got past him. The more drinks he poured, the looser the tongues of the unwary would become. A bevy of information, ripe for the picking and to be used of course for the most despicable means.

The drink for the night. Absinthe; the Green Fairy.

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~RB~

Razorbackwriter:  

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There was already many vehicles, coaches and motorcycles pulled up out the front of the House of Red Velvet. A true hot spot in hell for all your wicked fantasies, entertainment and of course the fine dining. Helping each of the girls from the roadster, and giving Igor a good kick a long, the four would enter the doors which were held open by two large bare chested guards, with glistening skin and bald heads. Skin the colour of chocolate, they were intimidating – enough to make Igor squeak before shuffling off inside.

Awaiting the four was a room full to the brim with well dressed gentlemen and ladies of the night. The dancers known simply as Raul’s diamond dogs were already teasing and dancing with some of the more wealthy men that had come in well before. Most were drinking Absinthe and many were already under the green fairy’s spell. Whooping and singing on the tops of their voices to the tunes of old. A macabre and yet fast paced song was playing, till Raul himself emerged from behind the red velvet curtain and raised his hands to the crowd;

RAUL
If life’s an awful bore,
And living’s just a chore
That you do ’cause death’s not much fun

I’ve just the antedote,
And though I mustn’t gloat,
And the Red Velvet you’ll have fun!

So scratch that little neggle
Give a little wiggle
You know that you can
Because we

Can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!
We feel stupid
And contagious!

RAUL
Got some dark desire?
Like to play with fire?
Why not let it rip?
Live a little bit!

We can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

Outside it may be raining
But in here it’s entertaining!

If you like, like, like
To be free, free, free,
The Red Velvet is the place to be!

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Because we can Can-can!
Yes we can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!

RAUL
Outside things may be tragic!
But in here we’re feeling magic!

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Seated at a table by one of the more voluptuous of the dancers, Igor was aghast at the bevy of female flesh.

“So many….oh..myy.”

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne and the others had arrived at the House of Red Velvet shortly after leaving the lab. They had just been successful in completing a very complex experiment, and were here to celebrate. It seemed that there were a lot of other people that were here for the same reason, or at least a similar one. There were lights, music, dancing, singing, women, men, and that was just what you could see with your own eyes. Surely there were more ‘private’ areas where one or more could entertain in a different way. She wasn’t sure where to start or what even to do, so she hobbled along closely with the Doctor. Eventually they were all led to a table and were then seated. Igor actually seemed a tad interested in all the females, or perhaps it was intimidation of sorts. Roxanne couldn’t help but do a semi-dance in her seat, following the rhythm of the music still going on around them.

Moo:  Narcissa had been eager through the duration the little family spent in the car, practically hopping in her seat. To actually have come up to the doors of the club was amazing, and gave her the idea only something so cool would need guards so intimidating! She drew enough attention to herself while she stood close to one, looking him over with interest. Her mouth was agape as she was eventually pushed along by incoming lines of people, only to have it fall open completely. The monster’s eyes widened while she looked about herself in a sort of fritz.
“Amazing!” Narcissa exclaimed. “Doctor, this place is amazing!!” She practically danced to the beat heard around her while the group walked along to their table. And much like Roxanne, she would dance in her seat, a grin plastered from ear to ear. The music, the colors, the vibe this place gave– It was such a cool atmosphere! She hummed happily next to Igor, who seemed to be taken aback by so many women in one room. This caused the monster to giggle before she wrapped him up by his neck in her arm. “Silly Igor! Enjoy the view!”

Razorbackwriter:  No sooner were they seated, that an ensemble of waiters descended on the four, whipping out napkins, and pouring water into crystal glasses. Another brought around menus and handed out one to each as the dance floor was alive with the many dancers and suited men. There was a completely festive atmosphere and though this was not normally a place to find the Doctor, he fitted in well as he raised a monocle to his right eye and started to read the menu. There was of course the chef special, but since this was a very special occasion, the Doctor planned for all to eat till they were thoroughly stuffed.

“Ladies…and Igor. Order anything you want. There is an all you can eat buffet as well. Do ho ho ho. The best in all hell.” The doctor chimed, as he gave his order to a nearby waiter. “I’ll have the soup, followed by Beef bourguignon….and of course those little bread sticks.” The Doctor snapped shut his menu, and handed it to the waiter, who was asking for the ladies orders.

Igor had never dined anywhere like this…and when asked what he would like, the humpback asked; “Do you have philly hot pockets?” Not exactly the sort of thing you ask for in a top restaurant. The waiter murred a moment, as Igor struggled to get out of Narcissa’s neck hold. He couldn’t possibly eat like this.

~RB~

I’m only a man – GS.

Scene setting : Back streets of New York.

co-written with Chor.

 

Chor:  Isa could not make the tears stop. It was like a well within her, the spigot broken and her body unable to end the flow.

Isa lived in a cage of darkness for the longest time and the light she’s just seen has blinded her soul, leaving it warm and alive. Much to Isa’s surprise, Frank lifted her face and his lips met her skin again. The saltwater that poured from her ceased slowly with each kiss, ending as he pulled her into his chest. The hug was the very definition of comfort and she let it soak into her, breathing Frank in like she could will the bad memories away with the scent of him.

What remained of the tears on her face soaked into his shirt leaving little wet splotches over his heart, which she heard beating like a sounding drum. With each beat, she fell rhythmically into a trance in his arms. Soon, though, she knew the moment was ending. His words were joking and light, an appreciated laugh that helped her break from the previous moment however much she didn’t wish to. She let a light grin slip over her features and looked up to his face.

“I say speak for yourself; for an ME I’m pretty hardy,” she joked back, letting her teeth bite gently down on her bottom lip. His next words were infinitely more serious and she sighed, basking in the truth of them. In school, they tell you the things that will go wrong. They tell you about inaccuracies in your work; about how you may encounter troubles with tox screens or other things of that nature. They never tell you that what you really need to fear is the people around you; those who are supposed to be your peers, your mentors, and your saviors.

“The worst affected from corruption is the common man,” Isa quoted, thinking back to a report she’d written before her graduate school years.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Isa was a girl who was wise beyond her years. It was clear that she had suffered in a similar way to Frank. The endless release of tears showed that she had been living with a ghost and a guilt that she could not shake. Been strong for so long, there had been no one that understood, that mirrored her pain in the same way….till now. Through watching Frank go through the motions of release in a way could bring comfort and solace. By bringing her into his arms and holding her against his beating heart he was more than just a shoulder to cry on. He was a man that could hold her up. As she gave him words of wisdom, Frank was able to see through the haze of emotion that had overwhelmed him. He was a man sure, but still a human being. It was wonderful to see the smile that appeared after the rain of her tears. Like the rising of the sun, bright and warm on a new day. Going it alone was not the way forward. Perhaps together they could conquer their demons, not just the ones that had taken their friends and loved ones, but the ones within. The inner demons that taunted them constantly.

“The worst affected from corruption is the common man.”

True words.

“Maybe we need to be the heroes in this. Real crime fighters.” It may have sounded a bit far fetched. It was not like he was speaking of becoming Superman; ripping open his shirt to reveal a big S, but to champion against the Commander and those that were pulling the strings. It was going to take a great deal of work and commitment, and now that Frank had Isa on his side, maybe she would be the wind to his broken wings.

Frank offered his hand to Isa, to walk out of the alley and finally leave Rory to rest. As they walked he said. “One thing I know, is I can’t keep going without sleep. Wanna come back to my place to crash for a few hours?”

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  It was the idea of them being the heroes, these tortured souls with their forsaken past, that made Isa remove herself from his breast. The idea was a wondrous one, full to the brim with hope and she knew looking to the future the difficulty it would bring. She would walk this flaming path anyways. The night at the end of the red and yellow tunnel, where she would rest easily knowing she’d done all she could, is what helped click herself into a new state of being. Instead of naught but existing in this dirty, filthy world, she would choose to live; to break free of the chains that dragged her so far down for so long. Isa was delving deep into her mind, clearing it of the pain so that it may be filled with happiness in return.

Her hand instinctively moved to grasp Franks, as if it was something she regularly experienced, and let him lead her out of the alley. By now their roses had lost their petals and the wind gathering in the empty alley, having nowhere else to go, pushed the mixture past Isa and Franks feet and into the street. At the mention of sleep, Isa’s eyes opened wider. Sleep. Dear lord, when was thelast time she actually, truly slept? Her body groaned to her in answer, praying for her to accept. If she went home, however, she would not even close her eyes before she started at working again. It was a curse.

“I would be delighted, thank you,” She replied, smiling thankfully. Something occurred to her then, and she looked to Frank.

I’m not sure I’ve truly introduced myself to you, Frank Malone, as opposite as that may sound. I am Dr. Isolde von Goethe of the New York Police Department’s Medical Examiners office; and it will be a pleasure to work with you.” It was a small, but true joke. She knew of him, but she had never really met him before this truly strange and captivating day. She’s glad she didn’t go home after her shift. Had she done as she should have and let the next crew take this body, she may never have had this wondrous experience.

“Lead the way.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  
Funny how one can simply connect with another and yet not even really know them This was the case with Isa and Frank. He didn’t even know her full name or her position at the NYPD….until now. Swinging her hand as they walked out of the alley, Isa introduced her name in full, and it had Frank’s ears prick. Sounded German. Interesting. “I think Isolde is a pretty name.” Isolde worked in the force’s Medical examiner’s office in the very same building that he did. No wonder he was just familiar with her first name having only seen her in passing. Her name on the odd report that he happened to have tacked to the wall of his study at home. Oh yes, he had been collecting those over the years.

Would she react to seeing his wall of mystery at home? Maybe, but it was something he wanted to share with her. As he had come by cab, he put his arm out when they reached the main road and whistled for another to stop and take them both back to his place. Frank gave Isa’s hand a light squeeze, as he found her company to be just what he needed, aside from sleep.

“Oh…one thing about my place. It is your typical bachelor pad. Fraid my housekeeping skills aren’t exactly one of my strong points.” Frank was making excuses as he tried to prepare her for what his place looked like. Still having to pay maintenance to a son he hadn’t seen for a few years, the detective was not exactly well off. He’d thought about taking up a second job, but with his mind always on the fate of Rory and the unsolved case, he never had the time.

A yellow cab pulled up beside where the pair stood, and Frank being a gentleman opened the door for Isa.

“After you.”

If she hopped in, Frank would slide in beside her and give the driver the directions to his apartment building across town. The inside of the cab was like something out of a Indian Bollywood movie, with the faint smell of curry and a lot of tassles and satin. Even a little elephant with it’s trunk up on the dash. The music streaming through the cab had a definite Indian flavor and the cabbie bopped his head along to it, barely taking in what Frank had said.

“I hope he knows English, or we’re fucked.”

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  A warmth, a rush of blood, spread across Isolde’s cheeks at Franks comment.

“Thank you, it was my grandmother’s name. My mother was pregnant with me, so my father came first to America. When my mother gave birth, my grandmother was too sick to join her and we had to leave her behind in Germany. We’ve been mailing ever since, but I haven’t heard anything back in a long while. Claura always was her favourite…” Isa explained, realizing that no one knows anything about her. No one in this whole country knows about her. It makes one feel small, being so completely alone and unknown. She looked to Frank, glad she now had someone to confide in; someone to remember her.

Frank whistled for a cab and much to Isa’s surprise, one truly appeared. The light squeeze upon her hand sent a jolt of electricity up Isa’s arm and she leaned into him, smiling when hearing about his abode. She had little room to judge, as her place of living was a mess of furniture, cases, and whatever cats came sauntering in through the cat door from across the hall. Schrodinger didn’t mind, which meant Isa didn’t either.

“Don’t worry, I most assuredly will survive it,” Isolde attempted to convince him.

As the cab door was opened for her, she nodded in thanks and slipped inside the pungent vehicle. This surely was a joke. The complete redecoration of the cab made it a small, Indian paradise for the driver and as much as she commended him for her efforts, she laughed inwardly at the whole thing. She, too, hoped that the man would get them to their destination safely and without trouble.

 

 

Fitzy and Wippa – Wrecking Ball parody “She’s got me by the balls”

Yes, both Fitzy and Wippa tell it like it is.  Married life.  In a fantastic parody of Miley Cyrus’s Wrecking ball, this is a humorous look at what its like when a man discovers……she’s got him by the balls.

We met, we kissed I was quite pi/drunk
Our love was destined to survive
Her smell, chanel, I’m giving Brut a whirl
This girl I cant stop looking in her eyes
We went out on dates
She hung out with mates
This is too good to be true
The day she made me cry accepting to be my wife
And that is when they tell you

That now she’s got me by the balls
She Wears me closer than a glove
She questions everyone I call
And no one ever informed me
Yeah you, you tricked me

You read last rites no poker nights
And take all of my band posters down
Joint bank accounts
My cheques now bounce
And wow, this wasn’t written in the vows
She makes me wear new clothes
Boat shoes and beige Chinos
I look like Roger David for you
And now you have imbed this thumbprint on my head
Why don’t people warn you

That now shes got me by the balls
Your looking for the nearest gun
Say goodbye to all your pub crawls
Cause all you do now is renovating
And spending, at Bunnings

I came in like a wrecking ball
Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung
Left me crunch it in a blaze and fall
All you ever did was break me
Yeah you, you wreck me

I’m looking for the nearest door
My hair is starting to recede
I should be winning on a horse
But im at a Tupperware party
I should be drinking on a golf course
But I’m drinking bloody reisling
I’ve lost all credibilty

On your special day the two words that you say
What comes after “I do”

That’s when she’s got ya by the balls
She doesn’t even have remorse
You live your life in shopping malls
She has got, spilt personalities
Someone please get back my balls
Yeah I’m learning about Vera Wang
I Don’t even know the footy scores
Please help, whats happened to me
Yes I’m, I’m married
Yeah you, you married me

Revenge is best served cold – SS.

Scene setting : Anarchy Division HQ.

co-written with Temp.

 

Razorbackwriter:  After having left Bandit lying in her own excretions and languishing in a dream that was bound to turn into something a little nasty, Raul was on a mission. He had not come to Hell to be nice to anyone. In fact he wanted the type of revenge that was best served in the most diabolical fashion imaginable. The Warlock had marked the poor girl named Bandit while she was in her drunken stupor in a dirty alley, then taken her to the local brothel house where he tricked her into believing that he was Riley – mixing her dream with his own disguise of Riley in real. He’d tossed a bag of coins at her feet and treated her exactly how he had planned to. As the little whore he always called her. Now, she may well believe that Riley – her true love thought the same. How wonderful.

Never one to be without a plan, the lanky Warlock wandered the roads of hell before coming upon the building to which he knew he would find the one that could bring even more heartache and pain to Bandit.

Anarchy Division HQ. Oh yes, these people would do the most evil of jobs for the right amount of cash. And cash was something Raul had a lot of. He was wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of most. Heading up to the front entrance, he used his Staff to rap upon the door of the castle like structure. Raul awaited a guard or someone inside to answer.

~RB~

 

Temp:  One of the main guards that managed the main entrance of the building would eventually take a look at the newest visitor. After a brief moment of observation, the door would open to Raul. A single soldier was standing nearby, and waved for him to enter the building.

“You don’t look like the type to fool around, so simply put…the boss is in the room at the end of the hall, if you’ve got a job for the Division or are looking for work she’s the one you wanna see…I’ll notify her of your presence.”

The soldier would then press a series of buttons on an out of view panel, which was him signaling Eva of a possible client. Raul was now completely free to enter the building and speak to the boss of Anarchy Divison, who was now waiting in the room at the end of the hall.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Listening intently to the words spoken by the first guard to approach him, Raul gave a simple nod and strode along past him as he made his way down to see the “Boss”. The fact that the boss was a woman, was somewhat surprising, but as Raul had come to discover over many a century that women were far more cunning and calculating than most men. The soft sound of Raul’s sandals slapping the floor as he walked would probably be heard as he approached the office.

Without bothering to even knock again, he simply entered the room and cast his gaze across at the fair haired woman at the desk. This would be Eva. The owner of the Anarchy Division. With one hand firmly clasping his staff, he stood regally and announced himself.

“I am Raul, High Priest of the Seven Kings. I have come far to seek your services.” His tone was very deep, almost like a rumble from deep within his chest. He wore a long skirt that sat just upon his hips, with a large strip of black cloth that was thrown over his left shoulder. His right arm featured a large tattoo of a Pharaoh and some other hieroglyphics. He was of Egyptian origin, and a strange one to find in the pits of Hell. Black eyes gazed down at Eva as he produced a bag of gold and tossed it upon her desk.

“There is more of this….if you accept my request.” Raul said this all with a dead panned expression. What was he after…and who?

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva sighed upon getting the alert from the main entrance guard, knowing that her time to relax was now up. She took another long drag of her cigar as she heard footsteps approaching her office. Back to work she would go. The door opened and revealed a relatively tall, rather good looking man. He didn’t look like any of her normal clients, but that really didn’t matter. What mattered was the reason he was here, which he was quick to reveal to her…at least partially. The bag of gold that followed his introduction was of a clear interest to her. She pulled her legs off of the desk and moved herself closer to the desk, pulling the bag along the way. After examining it’s contents she tapped some ashes free from her cigar, and looked up at Raul with a curious look. “I’m listening, please…have a seat.” She motioned towards the chair that was in front of her desk, and then put out her cigar. Her hands would come to a rest under her chin as she leaned forward, showing that she was now ready to get down to business.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Raul looked down upon the chair that Eva pointed to but instead of sitting, he said. “I prefer to stand.” Again his face showed no emotion. Raul would be a hard one to read. The Warlock noted that Eva checked the bag of gold that he had tossed on the table, and then went about smoking her cigar. For a woman, she acted more like a man – but that was none of Raul’s concern. He decided to go straight to the heart of the matter. The reason for his visit. He took out a small card, and then set it upon the table. It spun its way over to the woman behind the desk. On the very edge tip of the card till finally falling flat on the surface. The image on the card was….Bandit. The card also was animated so Eve could see clearly just what Bandit looked like. It was like playing various recordings of all the times that the Warlock had encountered Bandit over time.

Following the card, the Warlock spun his finger in the air counter clock wise as a dark collar came into being and then landed on the table with a thud beside the card of Bandit.

“I wish for your organisation to track down….or hunt this girl. When she is caught, you or your men are to place this collar around her neck.” The collar was made of a black leather with various precious gems fashioned into it. It also had hieroglyphic images on it. A curse…if you will.

“Once the collar is placed upon her and locked, I want her delivered back here. You are then to summon me….for collection.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva didn’t show much of a reaction to the denial of a seat, clearly not caring whether or not he chose to sit or stand. He was here to give her organization a job, and he had money, that was all that mattered. As Raul stood in front of the desk, objects began to appear on the desk in front of her. A nice animated image of the target, as well as a device to use against said target. “Quite specific…I like that.” She examined the card and the images it depicted, taking in the girls appearance bit by bit. She didn’t look all that special, so this was likely personal. “Sumka i zakhvatit’ rabota, da…interesno .”(A bag and grab job, yes…interesting) The job was straight forward and there was a decent bit of information already available, but more importantly the money was good.“My best soldier is on babysitting duty, so I’ll take care of this…personally.” Although she was happy with relaxing, this job had a pretty big payout, and she was actually kind of eager to get out and do a job herself. “So…grab the girl, put the collar on her, bring her back, and give you a call? Consider it done.” She couldn’t help but smirk in anticipation of her latest mission. Eva extended an arm and held out her hand for him to shake, which was more or less an agreement. Whether or not he shook it didn’t matter, although disrespecting her was not a wise move…no matter who you were.

 

Razorbackwriter:  One might wonder why a powerful Warlock like Raul would need the assistance in simply putting a collar on Bandit. After just having practically taken favors without consent, then leaving her a sopping mess at the brothel he had ample opportunity to place a collar on her. But….where was the fun in that? Revenge is best served cold. That was his new motto. Eva was impressed by Raul’s no nonsense approach and how he was direct in what he expected to be done for the price. Bandit wasn’t much to look at, this was true. Certainly not in the way she had been in the days when she toured the bizarre with Hajib.

Listening once again without speaking or showing emotion, Raul was intrigued that the owner of the Anarchy Division was going to do the job personally. She recanted the details of the kidnapping, collaring and returning of the girl to the letter, and Raul gave a curt nod in reply. Eva actually smirked when extending her arm out and offered her hand to shake. Raul took the woman’s hand and instead of shaking, he brought it to his lips, where he pressed his lips to it softly before lowering the hand and giving a shake.

If anything, Raul could be a gentleman……when it suited him.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva was slightly surprised by the courtly agreement, which consisted of a kiss upon her hand as well as a normal handshake. “My my…a gentlemen.” Now that was a lovely way to sign a contract, and treat a woman. She smiled as she shook his hand, and upon releasing it took hold of the card and placed it between her breasts. She then took the collar and gave it a bit of a closer inspection, curious as to what sort of properties it had hidden within it. “Anything else? Roughing her up okay? Or would you prefer I did this with a more stealthy touch?” She would have no problem with it either way. Beating her target into submission was a simpler method, but stealth was also an option available to her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Eva reacted well to the attentions of Raul. The way he approached her to kiss her hand before shaking showed he was not a total deviant. He showed the very barest hints of what was a smile upon the corners of his lips, before standing upright once more. Strange under certain lighting, his skin appeared to be darker, with the tattoos and markings almost radiant beneath a sheer glistening of fine beads of sweat. Raul’s eyes lowered slightly to the place where Eva stashed the picture of the target within her bosom. They lingered for but a second before he raised his gaze back to meet Eva’s eyes.

She asked if it was preferred if Bandit was rough housed on capturing to which the Warlock stated firmly.

“She is known to be a handful, Madame. I would strongly suggest that you be prepared for a fight. In fact….the rougher the better. The girl makes the most delicious sounds when being beaten into submission. I think she likes it.”

So, it would be not a matter of stealth in her capture. Brute force was the key to her capture.

“I trust you to meet with my requirements to the letter. Your establishment is well respected.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  So it would be a matter of beating her target into submission, which was actually what she preferred. From what she saw from on the card just moments ago, it would appear her target was much like Eva…human. However, she didn’t quite look like she had anywhere near the amount of experience in combat Eva had. She was never one to underestimate a target though, and she certainly wouldn’t start now. “I’ve been craving a brawl quite honestly, so hopefully she puts up a decent fight.” Eva wasn’t going to use any of the artifacts she had at her disposal, and instead would deal with this naturally. It was a sign of respect, from one human to another. “I’ll begin immediately, and notify you as soon as she is captured…hell, I’ll even gift wrap her for you.” Eva took a great deal of joy in her job, whether it be her commanding her soldiers or her dealing with something personally.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Raul found Eva’s enthusiasm to dish out a beating to Bandit to be refreshing. In fact, he liked her style and eagerness. Most leaders shied away from getting their hands dirty, whereas Eva relished in it. It was far more than Raul had expected, and while he was not as showy in his emotions, he respectfully showed his pleasure in her words by another slight bow from his upper waist, and then taking a step back on rising, so that Eva might attend to the matter forthwith.

It was also pleasing to hear that Eva would gift wrap Bandit for him. Now there was an offer he could hardly refuse. How would he liked her wrapped? This would take a bit of thinking on his part. A low chuckle came from his lips as he had an idea that would be sure to have Hell talking for days.

“What about…I hold a banquet where you and your organisation do attend. Bringing the target of course. Presenting her on an open buffet table…covered in fruit.”

How Eva would respond to this sort of request…was going to be interesting.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva took the second bow as a sign of respect, and couldn’t help but smile upon hearing him chuckle. Raul truly was an interesting character, to say the least. His clear enjoyment over her gift wrap suggestion was a refreshing change of pace over the boring and stingy clients she normally dealt with. His new request was even more grand than a standard gift wrapping, and sounded more like something you’d see in weird movie. As cheesy as it sounded, she couldn’t help but find it amusing.“Fantasticheskaya!” (Fantastic) It was definitely one of, if not the most strange request she had ever been given. That meant that it was new and interesting, which gave her new found motivation. Eva stood up and stepped over to the front of the desk, taking the collar into her hands along the way. “I can’t say no to such a unique request…I imagine my boys would find it delightful.” Her boys was a reference to the members of the Division, her soldiers. She knew that something like that would be entertaining and enjoyable, and would likely help lighten their moods. Stress relief was an important factor of maintaining an army, and it was rather tricky to successfully pull off.

 

Razorbackwriter:  If it was stress relief that Eva’s men needed from time to time, the boss of Anarchy Division was about to find out that the Warlock could offer her and her men so much more than just payment in cash and jewels. You see, he ran a very exclusive house within the walls of the Kingdom of Lust. Called the House of Red Velvet, it was a den of debauchery and sin. All your earthly and other dark pleasures and desires could be fulfilled from any of his slaves or concubines.

As Eva was about to pass the Warlock, he produced another card that happened to be a deep blood red colour. The card floated down and into Eva’s hand. Another one of the Warlock’s tricks. “My card. You will find the address of my House on the back. If this job goes well, we can have you all attend the banquet and your men are free to use…whatever takes their fancy. On the house, of course.”

It seemed that Raul was very generous to those that were able to serve his needs. What with being part of the Lust kingdom, there may even be the chance of new jobs at Raul’s referencing. This was sure to be a very strong business partnership.

“Forgive me, but…I still don’t know your name, Madame.”

The Warlock stood regally, again showing respect towards the owner of the organisation. He felt parting without addressing her properly to be insensitive.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva was always thinking of what might do her soldiers good, as the morale of the members of the Division was extremely important. It was a simple fact that the more mentally stable you were, the better you performed. Brothels usually did the trick, as well as catering special food and drinks. When the card was produced and she was given the rather generous offer, she smiled once again. The pay for the job was impressive, and on top of that her soldiers would be treated? She wasn’t going to complain, that much was certain. Eva had begun to step towards the exit of the room, clearly eager to get started on her job. She would come to a stop however, when Raul mentioned not being given her name. Her body turned back towards him as she placed the card with the one from earlier. She twirled the collar around one of her fingers, placing a hand on her hip while she gave him a confident look. “Eva Leskov…I have many nicknames, but only a select few of my soldiers use them.” She really didn’t care what people called her, whether it was something like Big Boss or even something like Fry Face. There was little need for her to be concerned over such trivial things, although…nobody that had called her Fry Face was ever heard from again.

Razorbackwriter:  “An enchanting name for a beautiful woman.” Raul said politely. The way in which he spoke had a dark almost alluring way about it. The kind of voice that you just want to sit and listen to. “I thank you for your time.” This was the moment that Raul would take his leave, turning to get the door for Eva so that she might leave first. “After you, Eva.”

Watching her, he stood without moving till she had made her way through then he intended to follow her out and head for the exit. His work here was done, and now he intended to head back to the House of Red Velvet to make way for his….newest attraction. No doubt Eva would be swift in her endeavors, and he had no reason to doubt her talents.

His sandled feet made barely a sound as he walked out the door and off into the night.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva went ahead and took the compliment without complaint, finding no reason to object to what he had said. After the incident that left a great deal of her body scarred, she grew to hate people speaking about her appearance. Of course, it was only a phase and quickly passed. There was never a moment since then that she felt insecure about her looks, in fact she grew to like her scars. It made one stand out in a crowd, and could be used in intimidation. Regardless of all that, she smiled at Raul as she walked away from him. He had handled their discussion with good manners and respect, not to mention money and incentive. She had told him she would start immediately, and she had meant it. Eva gathered a few things that she figured she may need, and then made her way towards the exit. Before she left she informed one of her highest ranks what she would be doing, as well as the benefits it came with. He was then told to spread the word among the other members. Eva then left the building, now in search of her target.

 

 

 

 

Wicked – SS.

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Moo.

 

Moo:  The question the woman asked left both Oroan and Serin a little dumbfounded. When they had just explained themselves, this woman still expected them to know? What the hell did they look like? “We just told you–” Serin began, a little irritated. A quick thought directed from Oroan had her close her lips together in a line.

“Yes, we were attacked… it was dusk, so the man’s features were hidden for the most part.” Oroan continued the conversation easily, obviously relaxed. Years of dealing torture to pry a person’s mouth open definitely had its perks–aside from causing pain. Although her cutting in to request the princess wasn’t making this any better for the pair.
“From what I could gather, he had long, long black hair…he was unnaturally tall–taller than me.” The brute’s meaty hand rose well above his head. “At least by a foot or so. But he was smaller.” Some description that was. Oroan couldn’t have guessed the man’s hair color or eye color. “But I can tell you he dealt in magic and he was obnoxiously strong.”

“Black Elemental magic,” Serin cut in. “He manipulated the wind, lightning, and fire.” She paused for a moment, hearing the ruffling of heavy skirts accompanied by clacking of heels against the floor down the hall. “I don’t know if he was watching us the entire time we were in the square, or if he had arrived while we were tending to business.”
By the time she’d finished her sentence, Lydia entered the room. Or she assumed this was the princess, as she looked royal enough for the part. Serin had to take a breath to compose herself, being in the presence of the princess. The shit- storm was most definitely growing.

“We know nothing of the war because we were no where near wrath at the time,” Oroan replied. “Milady.” He was sure to add the last bit not to seem rude. Gluttony didn’t call for such formalities, but this was entirely different. And with a female, no doubt. There was a slight bow of his head in respect, in which Serin mimicked. “I’m not sure if your guard understood what was being said, but we are here on behalf of Gluttony.”

“Or were,” Serin added with a shrug of her shoulders. “Yesterday, that is. We just finished explaining it to…” She looked to the woman before her. “I’m sorry…I never caught your name, ma’am.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Her name…is Mariela, Duchess of Greed.” Lydia said, jumping into the conversation as though she was in control of it. Mariela was keeping her lips closed, probably cause she had lost the little thief. Waltzing past the trio, with Scar dancing along behind his Mistress, she took her place upon the throne, and settled down – fanning out her skirts. With the pair explaining that they WERE from Gluttony, the Princess took that as being former employees of Gluttony. They claimed to be nowhere near the war at the time. The guard apparently mistook what the pair had said in his message from Mariela about them.

Drumming her nails lightly upon the arm rests of the throne, it wasn’t hard to see that Lydia was formulating a new and cunning plan.

“I was unaware that Baal allowed his staff to wander the kingdoms at their will. What a chap.” Lydia beamed a bright smile as she eased back, almost like a cat in how she presented herself. If she was any more feline, she would purr. “I am sure that Mariela has explained that we are in a transitional stage here. Mammon…the late…great…Prince of Greed fell to Gabriel at the battle of Wrath. Like you both, I was nowhere near the battle. But from our towers we could see….and hear it. Such a shame.” At this Lydia pursed her lips and then the smile formed once again.

“Naturally a new heir had to be chosen and of course with Mammon having no children, it was I that was made the new monarch of Greed. I am Princess Lydia Dominatus, also known as the Demon of Ambition.”

Scar leaned against the throne and tipped the front edge of his hat, as his Mistress introduced herself formally. Seeing her acting so grand was enough to make him chuckle, but he had to admire her style.

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“Since you have both come so far, and it is such a long walk back to Gluttony, why don’t you both…stay for the night. Maybe….a bite. I am planning on a grand masquerade ball in the coming days. One to be attended by all the Princes and Princesses of Hell. The event of a lifetime.”

Lydia batted her eyelashes as she took out her fan and struck it open. “Also….there is a little thief loose in my grounds, and I would give a bag of gold to the first person to catch her. She has a chalice that belongs to me, and I want it back.”

The Princess shot Mariela a look, which would be hard to read. “No hands off this time, I swear it.”

 

~RB~

 

Moo:  The pair’s eyes followed Lydia to her throne. As the demon sat, they both bowed in respect, having turned to give her their full attention. “A pleasure to meet you,” Serin directed to Mariela with a turn of her head. A brief smile passed over her lips, faked.

The princess’ prodding didn’t require any answer as she continued to speak. A small relief to Oroan as he couldn’t explain his situation completely. It would give them away if he didn’t word it correctly. While she spoke, he would think of ways to twist his story until it was satisfactory–until he heard the familiar name of Gabriel. “…Gabriel, as in Belial’s lover?” There was emphasis on the last word. Everyone knew she hated the man, as she often made her want to kill the man very clear. And rumors about the two spread constantly around the kingdoms. “I don’t suppose she went to war to avenge him.”

“So she finally killed Belial,” Serin cut in, voicing her thoughts under her breath. Her gaze moved from the floor in front of her to Lydia. The demon of ambition. It made sense for her to take over the throne, given her status. However, it was abnormal for Hell to let women take a seat in the throne. Serin had to avert her gaze to hide the narrowing of golden hues. Interesting that two women would take thrones in such a short time.

Serin and Oroan exchanged glances. Something about staying the night, much less eating the food in this place, was unsettling. However, there was something in the tone of the princess’ voice that made Serin feel like no was not an answer. The demon master straightened in order to look less casual. The mention of Nami gave her a tinge of worry. They were being offered gold to find the imp and return the chalice. To turn down this deal was also suspicious for a pair like them. An idea formed in her head slowly as the princess swore hands wouldn’t be taken. Of course, what punishment was left if not that?
“That is very kind of you, milady,” she answered with a smile. “The generosity is almost overwhelming. We could use a good rest and meal after last night’s events.” Of course Oroan would normally grumble at this point, knowing flesh and blood would not be part of the meal. However, he kept quiet. “A bag of gold is hard to pass up as well. We can start searching for her immediately if you would allow us.” She bent slightly before tilting her head to look up at Lydia, awaiting her response. Oroan had of course mimicked her movement.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There was a bowl of fruit beside Lydia’s throne, and she reached out to pick up a bunch of grapes, while speaking. Rather than be overly formal, Lydia started to pick off a grape at a time and popped one in her mouth – chewing thoughtfully as the pair spoke about what they knew of Gabriel. “…Gabriel, as in Belial’s lover?” The male asked and much to her pleasure in this, Lydia answered simply. “Yep.” The Demon of Ambition had heard the report first hand from another pair that she had given a ride to in the park, thus then forwarding this information on to Mammon – who reacted just as she had imagined. “I don’t suppose she went to war to avenge him.” He continued. Lydia smirked and then waved her gloved hand dismissively. “Oh no. Mammon was furious at the idea of a woman being on the throne of Wrath….and how the poor Prince Belial had been betrayed by his lover. He found women to be untrustworthy.” Now, if you were to hear Lydia say this, and then of course put all the pieces together about the fact SHE was now the Princess of Greed, you would have to wonder. “Mammon was the one that started the war.” Course, Lydia didn’t let on that he was given a little push, but in a very cunning way. “I dare say he would roll in his grave if he knew….heh.” Lydia didn’t finish her sentence but if you could see her eyes they were positively glistening. Be it from the fact she had used her very nature to secure the ultimate prize. His own kingdom.

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Taking another grape and popping it into her mouth, Lydia was pleased to hear that the pair would seek out the cheeky little brat that had stolen the chalice. Snapping her fingers, a servant appeared and then handed the bag of gold to the pair. “Now. I am trusting you both to return that girl and of course the royal chalice she stole from me.” The gold coins jingled in the pouch and it was safe to say it was a considerable sum.

Business having been concluded, Lydia rose from her throne and then decided now was the time to write up those invitations. Devil knows they weren’t going to write themselves. “Good day.” Lydia said, taking her leave and with Scar following along behind her like a shadow, they departed from the room.

Going out into the corridor, Scar asked about Mariela. “Little witch seems to be a bit quiet. You really think she is up to the task of being Duchess of Greed? She couldn’t even use her powers to catch a thief.” The Demon of ambition just tutted as she walked along. Her thoughts were on other matters. The ball was to be a significant event in the history of Hell’s royals, and nothing was going to stop her from planning it. “She’ll find her feet. Eventually.” Lydia said dryly, before turning back into her study. Reaching the desk, she took out a large wad of parchment and started to write out invitations to each of the Prince’s of Hell….and of course, one Princess. Each invitation was to the reigning Monarch and a partner of their choice. Other nobles invited included the Warlock Raul – owner of the Red velvet, and the famous Doctor – Doctor Wilhelm of Hell’s Kitchen. There were bound to be other nobles and all would get an invitation.

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One after the other the invites were written out, and rolled up by none other than Scar, who wanted to be helpful. As each rolled parchment was tied off and sealed with a wax seal from Lydia’s ring of Greed, a black raven would be perched on her window sill and for each invitation another would come and fly off in the direction of the kingdom or business that the invitation was destined to go. Once all the invites had been sent, Lydia eased back in her chair and drummed her clawed fingers together. Her eyes danced as she thought about the ball and just who would attend. Each would have a reason to come. But Lydia had plans…..oh…grand plans. It would be a night that no one would ever forget.

 

~RB~

 

Moo:  Serin felt wary of Lydia, due to the irony of her position and timing of Mammon’s death. She would not give this away as she nodded, smiling gratefully. The pouch of gold was jingled before being dropped in her hand, as a sign that there was plenty within it. The woman pursed her lips before glancing up at the princess, who was already rising from her throne. Her lips parted, wanting to protest being paid before the deed was done. Now the trio couldn’t wouldn’t get away as easily.

“Maybe we should leave it here,” Oroan muttered after Lydia’s exit. It was quiet enough so that Mariela might not hear. “Taking it would only put a target on us as well.” He stared at her from the side, having to lower his head to make eye contact.

Serin nodded her head after a moment. She turned to Mariela and set the pouch in her hand before taking a step back. “We wouldn’t feel right in taking the gold without catching the thief first.” A brief pause while she smiled reassuringly. “I got a good look at her, but it might be a little tricky. We’ll look for the chalice at any nearby shops as well.”
With that being said, the two were on their way, being led from the throne room back out to the front gate. And from there, they would wander into the courtyard to look for Nami. They did not plan on coming back.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The last of the Ravens had been given the invites to the Masquerade ball much to Lydia’s delight. Seeing them fly off into the skies of hell, the Demoness of Ambition wrapped her arms around herself and smirked a child like grin. Oh, she was always up to something. Plotting and scheming, but she never let anyone on to it. Scar set down the royal seal and then asked of his Mistress; “So…going off to bed then?” That alp didn’t miss a trick. He was hoping she was going to lay down and sleep for that was the time when he could invade her dreams. Not to mention sit upon those ripe breasts of hers. Oh how he loved them. Often when she wasn’t paying attention he was admiring her rounded and ample bosoms that always peeked out of the top of her gowns. She flaunted sexuality and well, if Scar had anything to say about it. Lydia, on the other hand was wise up to Scar’s devilish tricks and rounded on him. “I’m not even tired. Might have an all nighter.” At the mention of this, she stuck out her tongue playfully at the alp, before taking her leave from the room. “Go bother Mariela. See if you can’t get a cuddle with her.” Lydia’s words floated back, and the cheeky Alp grinned, before turning himself into a tiny butterfly – with that odd hat still on it’s head, and went fluttering off after the unsuspecting witch.

Greed : Blacksmith shop

Down the winding stone stair case Lydia went with a light click clack of her shoes. Her gown making a delightful hush like sound against the stone stairs, till at last she came upon the Blacksmith shop. Thankfully, that annoying dwarf was off on an errand, and that left Lydia to her devices. With a cat like walk she entered the room that was to the ceilings high with all manner of weapons, swords, shields, axes and of course one particular suit of armor. Beserker.

Slowly Lydia approached it – walking around the perimeter as her slender digits caressed the outside of the metal suit. The eyes of the skull helm started to flare up to a sight of burning coals. The helm itself following the Demoness’s movements as she was almost being affectionate to it.

“You never did tell me just how Mammon fell.” Lydia purred as she came around to stand before the suit of armor, that tilted its helm down towards his Mistress. A long and slow sound emitted from its mouth grill.

“Swy xdoky ab Qlosw heylpyk tu xaku, uail Werwfyzz.”

(translation : “The blade of Wrath pierced my body, your Highness.”)

“Oh yes…Gabriel’s blade. Poor Mammon. I dare say he was too far gone by then.” Lydia added, her hand reaching up towards the skull helm and then caressing its cheek. At this the suit started to chuckle and loudly.

“Wy kekf’s dyojy qeswais o holsefr zwas. Zofy yfairw sa rejy swy Hlefpyzz o holsefr…rebs.”

(translation : “He didn’t leave without a parting shot. Sane enough to give the Princess a parting…gift.”)

Lydia’s eyes lit up and she even chewed her lip. Her head turned slightly as though eager to hear more about this gift.

“Gift? He hated the woman. Why would he give her something as he was dying?” She asked, now that curiousity had gotten the better of her. Much to her delight, the armor would answer.

“Ef talfefrz derws, swyly qaidk xy o zerws – bal afpy o qatof, o tof qaidk xy ef hdopy.”

(translation : “In mornings light, there would be a sight – for once a woman, a man would be in place.”)

“WHAT? He turned her into a man? A curse? Ahahahaha….really?” Lydia drew back her hand and placed it over her chest as she was in shock by what the armor had just revealed. It was scandalous…and almost too funny to be true. Lydia’s laughter would be infectious and even the armor could not resist as he chuckled along with her – though his voice much deeper.

“Mammon was really keen to see men retain the thrones of Hell, but this…..this is insane. OH…OH..imagine waking up to see a dick when you got to pee. AHAHAHAHAAHA!” Lydia was nearly doubling over in laughter but then she started to right herself as the cogs and wheels started to turn in her mind. If Gabriel had been turned into a man, then surely she would want a quick fix. A way to break the curse. Lydia’s face became almost gleeful at the prospect of being able to right the wrong. But would the price be too high? Again Lydia smiled at the armor and blew a kiss.

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“This ball….is going to be more exciting than even I had dreamed it would be. Ahaha……AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Fade to black……..

 

~RB~