Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.
co-written with Temp and Moo.
Temp: The man that owned this place must have been rich…like super ultra mega rich. There were beautiful women everywhere and everything in the place looked so expensive. Part of her wondered how the Doctor would pay for this celebration of theirs, but it really didn’t matter. Roxanne, Wilhelm, Narcissa, and even Igor would enjoy the time they spent here. As soon as food was brought up she realized that she hadn’t even looked over the menu. A slight panic shot through her as she looked at all her friends nervously. Thankfully, the Doctor knew exactly what he wanted…why not just copy him?“Umm!…I want what he’s gettin!” She looked at the waiter and nodded her head up and down in further approval, happy with this decision.
Narcissa had been so occupied admiring her surroundings that she had barely noticed the waiters who flooded their table. She gasped while she let go of Igor with haste, only to pick up one of the crystal glasses and peer through it at the people around them, and then more of the decorations throughout the room. Material things were called such for a reason…but they sure were nice to look at! She set the glass down after the good Doctor made his order. Narcissa wouldn’t have to look through the menu to know what she wanted! At least, not after he had pointed out the all-you-can-eat buffet. Roxanne had just finished noting that she would have the same as the Doctor when the monster slapped her hand down on the table, causing the glasses nearby to tremble momentarily. “I want the buffet!” None of that food would go to waste, surely! Not with Narcissa here. She would try every single plate of food that table had to offer. And she would even grab seconds for desert! She loved the taste of sweets more than anything, and had to be altered so she could keep the food down. It hardly made sense to strangers that an undead would want to stuff themselves full…only to waste any nutrients a mortal could obtain through the food.
Razorbackwriter: The Doctor chuckled at how Roxanne wanted the same meal that he was having. Easing back in his chair, he watched on with delight at how his staff were reacting to the wild antics inside the Red Velvet. This was no ordinary outing, since the Doctor was more of a TV dinner type of guy, but with the success of his latest creation he knew that as soon as word got out about his plans, that they would be racking in the gold. So, one night out was well worth the expense considering.
Outside of the Red Velvet, a familiar black carriage pulled up. It was none other than Vicomte de Valmont. Having been sent by the Prince of Pride to find the good Doctor, he had decided to pull into the best little club in all of Lust to wet his whistle and feed his need for female flesh. As luck would chance it, he was walking right into the perfection situation, with the Doctor already there with his staff. Valmont was going to be able to kill two birds with one stone.
The waiter took the orders as each put them forth, and it was with a bemused expression that he heard Narcissa shout that she wanted the Buffet. It was a connoisseurs delight, with foods from all over hell and beyond. Mouth watering meals to please any palate. The waiter came back with a plate for Narcissa and directed her where she may start, as the others would be brought their entrees first. Igor, getting his hot pocket.
As the Doctor was about to tuck into the soup – his spoon held elegantly, they would be approached by the wig wearing Valmont, who made a showman’s like introduction.
“Ah…Doctor, so good to see you. Ladies.” He said, acknowledging each at the table, before seeing Igor and raising a brow. “Nice hump.”
The Doctor placed down his spoon and placed his napkin on the table, before rising to shake the Ambassador’s hand.
“Valmont, what are you doing here? Or is that a ridiculous question considering the many beauties?’ The Doctor shook Valmont’s hand warmly before offering him a chair at their table. The Ambassador instead shook his head. “I have a special booth that I am going to, but before I do. I need to speak with you about….your latest project.”
The Doctor tilted his head, wondering why the Ambassador would want to discuss business before pleasure. “What of it?” The Doctor asked, before the Ambassador got right down to business. “I’ve been advised to inform you that the Prince of Pride – Astaroth is going to be employing you and taking all the soldiers you can supply….PLUS provide you with a near endless supply of corpses.”
Wilhelm was somewhat shocked by this. He hadn’t even begun a promotional campaign for his new warriors. “Are you serious? How did he even know about it?” It was a good question, and the Ambassador twirled a blonde lock of hair around his finger. “Oh…a little bird told him. None the less, he wanted to make sure that you were informed directly, hence my stopping by before going off to enjoy one of the Diamond dogs.”
The Doctor paused, before looking at his staff and wondered what they thought of all this. “Roxanne? Narcissa? What do you think? Should I accept?” Wilhelm thought highly of his staff and in a matter such as this, he wanted their input.
Temp: Roxanne wasn’t surprised that Narcissa decided on the buffet, it completely fit with who she was. Undead or not, the girl certainly could eat! She couldn’t help but smile and wave at all the people that she walked by, completely unaware of their lustful stares. Her body fit right in with this place, though she would never understand such a thing. Once all the food was brought to the group of friends, Roxanne giggled in excitement. There was a moment of silence and stillness from her as she examined the food, but that would all be tossed aside as she began to dig in. She would wave at Valmont as he greeted them all, but was paying more attention to her food than the words being shared. When she was questioned though, she stopped completely. Her eyes wandered from the Doctor to Valmont, and back again. It took a moment for her to compute what they had been talking about, and her mind was made up just as fast. “A Prince is a good customer, and bodies are good! I like it!” She really didn’t know Astaroth, but a Prince was in his position for a good reason…right?
Eva would eventually show up at the House of Red Velvet, having decided that she would deliver Bandit to Raul personally. Whether or not that was what he wanted didn’t really matter to her. The job was done and the package delivered, easy money. She nudged Bandit forward and through the front doors of the building, not giving her much time to think or speak. Her presence in the building was enough to stir a commotion, both because of who she was and the notorious weapon in her hand. Any demon she shot with the Makarov would be fucked, and they all knew it. “Special Delivery!” Her voice was loud enough to be heard despite the music and the commotion around them. Hopefully Raul would show up quickly and take Bandit off of her hands. She really didn’t want to know what he was going to do with the girl at this point.
Moo: Narcissa clapped her hands excitedly in her seat while she was given a plate. “Buffet, here I come!” Just as the monster began to stand, the ever charming, wig wearing Valmont made his appearance. She plopped back down into her seat, looking slightly depressed for an instant before being greeted, to which she would smile again with a nod. Her time waiting through the small talk only made her fingers twitch and drum over the sides of the plate. Obviously, she was in a hurry to get to that table of food, as she barely regarded the small talk the two gentlemen were making.
Upon being questioned by the good Doctor, Naricissa would nod her head with enthusiasm. “The prince will have what he wants!” Pride definitely sounded like a spoiled prince! And having an endless amount of corpses meant good for everyone in the lab. The fact that Wilhelm had asked their opinions meant they were important! That was good! The monster’s drumming and continuous movement seemed to subside in the slightest, now interested in what the Doctor had to say.
Razorbackwriter: With both Roxanne and Narcissa approving of the idea that the Prince of Pride take the super soldier contract, the Doctor gave Valmont what he wanted. Shaking his hand again, Wilhelm said to Valmont. “You go tell Astaroth that we begin working on his first shipment as soon as we return to Hell’s Kitchen. Again, I thank you for this wonderful news.” The Ambassador was pleased to see that there was no argument from the Doctor. When the Prince of Pride made up his mind to be the sole client, and that the Doctor and his team only worked for him, there was to be no misunderstandings of his intent. The only Kingdom to have access to this new secret fighting force would be Pride.
The Ambassador clicked his heels together, before leaving the lab team to enjoy their meals. Wilhelm urged Narcissa. “What are you waiting for, my dear? Go…load up your plate.”
With Narcissa probably heading off to the buffet like a shot, that left the Doctor with Igor and Roxanne. Igor was enjoying his hot pocket, now that Narcissa had left the table. The Doctor winked at Roxanne as she was about to enjoy the same meal as he.
“After this meal….we dance! Ahaha!”
So different the Doctor seemed in this environment. But either way, his worries for where to get more corpses and who would pay was now solved.
In another part of the Red Velvet, the Warlock was seated at a table surrounded by some of his risque dancers. They were all fawning over him, as he sat in the middle of the booth, watching out for signs of trouble amongest his clientele. So far the night had been drama free, and Raul noted that Valmont, the Ambassador to the Kingdoms was present. He always tipped big for some of Raul’s beauties. The Doctor and his entourage were enjoying the Velvet’s menu, even the hunchback. Everything was going beautifully, but the night was about to get even better, with the arrival of the leader of the Anarchy division – Eva. Her voice sang out over the crowd, and it was unmistakable. Grinning like a fool, Raul got up from his table, much to the disappointment of the women that surrounded him. All with eyes like slits at whoever had garnered Raul’s attention.
Those words could mean only one thing. Eva had captured Bandit. Making his way through the crowd and past the tables of patrons, the Warlock approached the pair with a devilish look in his eyes.
“Gift wrapped, I hope.” He sneered.