The Powerstation – Get it on (Bang a gong)

A wicked track with a very sexy clip for your visual enjoyment.  The Powerstation features the late Robert Palmer on vocals, (RIP). The guitar boys are from Duran duran – John and Andy Taylor. (Not related).

“Get It On”

Well you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black
Don’t look back
And I love you
You’re dirty and sweet oh yea

Well you’re slim and you’re weak
You got the teeth
Of the Hydra upon you
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl

Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On

You’re built like a car
You got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You’re built like a car
Oh yeah

You’re an untamed youth
That’s the truth
With your cloak full of eagles
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl

Well you’re windy and wild
You got the blues
I’m your shoes and your stockings
You’re windy and wild
Oh yeah

You’re built like a car
You got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl

 

Ruby – Part Six : SS.

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We follow Valmont and Ruby as the Ambassador gives the young hooded mute a tour of the Embassy.  All good intentions however bring back memories, that the girl cannot suppress.

Scene setting: The Embassy of Hell – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu: This place was amazing; everywhere Ruby went, Valmont had something that would show off just how wealthy he truly was. Just by his house alone, Ruby knew the kind of man Valmont was. Without words to speak, Ruby could see people in a far different light than others who could speak. She was very observant, and even if she was distracted, it didn’t mean she was paying attention. Despite these flaws, Ruby still loved Valmont the way he was. Without his help, she’d still be drifting from one place to another, endlessly finding nothing that would give her comfort.

She heard the servants speaking to Valmont, yet didn’t pay them any mind. She was too busy seeing this… empty room. It was just a room, with nothing in it. Was this the place where dance happens? Ruby wasn’t sure how you could do this… whatever it was, in a place where there was nothing in it. She’d find out soon enough.

Ruby looked up at Valmont, who had taken her hand and waist in his hands. This felt weird, and she even had a small blush to compliment this feeling. Valmont was really close to her; it was no problem to be around him, but being this close, Ruby could now see just how beautiful he really was. Her eyes, which weren’t exposed thanks to the hood, were drifting to the floor so she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of Valmont. She only followed Valmont’s lead, and this dance was… pretty good. Ruby felt like she was drifting on air, and Valmont was the one to lead her across the sky. She did look up at him after pushing aside her emotions, which was a bit overbearing, and only pulled herself right against Valmont. She could dance like this forever, being in the arms of someone who cared.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

The music drifted around the room, enveloping Valmont’s senses as he let himself become one with Ruby in the dance. It was a natural high that to many would be hard to understand. The closeness of contact, and moving to the tune of the music in a dance that was as old as time itself. By the look on Ruby’s face, she too was being caught up in the magic of the dance. She was following on in perfect unison with the Ambassador, as he took her around the floor in sweeping circles that would make anyone feel light headed.

The show of blush on Ruby’s cheeks looked adorable, in Valmont’s mind. It was interesting for him, to find her react so. The Ambassador could not hide his smile which would be infectious. If only Ruby was able to do the same. The crude stitching would limit this ability, but does one really need lips to smile? Eyes can too.

When Ruby looked up into Valmont’s eyes, the Ambassador whispered.

“You are very light on your feet, Lady Ruby”

Of course she was. For such a girl that could wield a great weapon, there was practically nothing of her and she floated along the marble floor surface with ease and grace. Not bad for a first time.

When the song came to its glorious end, the Ambassador simply held Ruby for a moment, staring into her eyes. Was it possible for her to bewitch the incubus. He was having to keep himself well under control, which was a good thing….for both of them.

“That was wonderful.” The Ambassador bowed low from the waist once he let her go and gave her space. “I would like very much to do that again sometime.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby just stared at Valmont in the eyes as they graced the floor with their motions. When she realized, in the middle of the dance, that she was just staring straight into his soul, as her eyes were seemingly lifeless, she just brought her head down to make contact with his chest. She wanted to bury herself in it for looking so dumb, but nearing the end of the dance, she had the confidence to look up at him again. By that time, the dance had already ended it’s run and so too did the music. Valmont was so sweet to her, treated her like she was something precious to him and this was a feeling that Ruby had always wanted but now that she did, Ruby didn’t know exactly how to take it. Her chest was beating like mad drums from the thoughts running through her head. It really was a good thing they stopped, she could compose herself.

However, just because the dance ended didn’t mean their closeness did. As their eyes locked onto each other, her blush became far more red and she even got a bit transparent from this encounter. Without thought, she actually wasn’t becoming a ghost at random moments; it really had to do with her emotions. Of course, that wasn’t what Ruby was thinking about. When Valmont bowed to her, and gave her some space to breath, she just held her hands against her chest. Never in her life, during her time in Hell, has she felt such a warm feeling. Could ghosts even feel warmth?

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but feel the swelling of pride when Ruby placed her head to his chest as they danced. This contact was unique to Valmont. The girl had been careful in showing herself, let alone letting her emotions drive her movement. Was she shy of how she felt at this moment, or was she feeling a real closeness towards the Ambassador? Valmont moved his hand towards the centre of her back and caressed it with a feather like gentle touch. Even though he was an evil creature by nature, he was more than capable of affection, and this was what she deserved. His own head lowered and to look at them from afar, you may be mistaken for thinking that the were more than just friends.

After the bow that he presented to her in gratitude for the dance, it was Ruby who kept her hands upon his chest. It was at this moment, that Valmont happened to notice that she became in part translucent. What was causing this, he wondered to himself. He wouldn’t question her of course. Why ask something that may upset her? That was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he brought his hands up to be placed over her own. A beautiful smile playing upon his lips.

“You are the most intriguing girl I have ever met, Lady Ruby.”

Normally he would be off again speaking of the next room that they should visit, or acting more like a dignitary, but he wished to be more than that. Valmont wanted to find out more about the girl. How she came to be in Hell for starters, and who would do such a thing as to silence her forever more. Valmont’s heartbeat was now the only sound that could be heard. Powerful and strong beneath his chest. His silver hair rested upon his broad shoulders, and he looked very much how you would expect an incubus to look. His thumbs slowly caressing Ruby’s soft skin.

For once, he was lost for words.

~RB~

 

Zu:  These emotions that Ruby were just now experiancing started to take it’s toll. It’s not that her body couldn’t handle it, nor that her mind could, but just the sudden rush of compassion shown by Valmont was enough to make her go crazy. She had heard of this word, but never knew what it meant; love. Is that what Valmont was displaying, the word love? Ruby, by the words combined with the hands over hers made her lose it and her whole body grew transparent, so that Valmont could not feel her warm skin, which was all thanks to him. Being invisible now, Ruby suddenly panicked and ran out the room, almost in tears. Only the sound of her footsteps could be heard, and it was the only thing Valmont knew about if he chose to follow her.

Ruby, if asked to stop, couldn’t hear him. Everything was happening to fast, and there was just no way that someone could make her feel this way. Ruby just didn’t know what to do with herself; she had seemed to grow attached to Valmont but now, now she couldn’t be in the same room as him. She wept and because of that blurry vision, she was hitting the walls. Of course, being a ghost, she could easily go through it. She was outside now, back at the courtyard where Valmont had consumed his food. She dropped there, her body shaking from the raw emotions and switching uncontrollably from transparent to visible.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Music attracts the most unlikely of guests, and while Valmont had been dancing with his young charge Ruby, another was watching from high in the ceiling. She had been wandering across the realms of Hell, amused by the carryings on by the likes of Greed and Pride. Now she had come to visit what was an old…family friend. Little did she know that Valmont had been entertaining the young Miss Ruby. Like a spider, Charlotte crawled across the roof silently, her hair hanging down as she tried to contain her mirth at the sight of the Ambassador dancing with the strange red hooded girl. She was like a voyeur at times, but that was just her way.

Down below, the Ambassador did not realize that his show of affection had caused Ruby to go completely transparent. But not only that she could no longer be felt. One moment, he was dancing with her, the next she vanished and the only way to tell that she had left the room was by her footfalls, as she ran away. Valmont lowered his arms to his sides, turning ever slightly, as he called out to her. “Ruby?” Had he done something to upset her? He hadn’t used his demon ways against her, in fact it was the opposite. Incubus were not supposed to feel or express an act of genuine love. This was what made it all the more unusual.

This was of course the perfect time for the girl high above to make her presence known.

“You frightened her away….” Charlotte said in a whimsical voice, before letting out a dark chuckle and descended from the ceiling on a strand of silver thread, before her feet bounced upon the floor.

“Ever heard of knocking, Ms Carrendar?”

Valmont didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

“And interrupt the dance? Why that would be rude, and you know me, I like to make an entrance.” The dark haired beauty winked at Valmont saucily, before skipping over to the door, to peak out and see where the girl had gone too. She tutted her tongue before looking back at Valmont.

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“Did you touch her ass?”

“No…I did no such thing.”

Charlotte pointed at him and then started to walk over with a saucy gait. “But you wanted to.” She grinned, flashing rows of perfect teeth.“Valmont and Ruby..sitting in a tree…K…I….S..S…”

“Enough with the games, Char. What are you doing here?” Valmont was becoming greatly annoyed with the young woman, who was practically giddy at getting under his skin. It was a game to her and she licked the top of her teeth before walking up and behind him.

“Greed is in trouble….again.”

Valmont raised a brow. He knew about the disaster of a ball, but nothing of what happened to Lydia. Clearly, Charlotte knew since she had been staying at the Greed Castle at the time. “Go on.” Valmont said dryly, only interested in this conversation due to the fact that what affected one kingdom, affected all.

“Remember….the suit that Mammon wore to his death?”

“Beserker….yes of course. Horrid thing that it is. The fool was mad for wearing it.”

“Someone stole it. Right….from under Lydia’s nose.”

“Well….”

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“Mhm…” Charlotte grinned widely. “Servants…of Sloth.” Why would Charlotte find this so amusing? What was worse, why did the Ambassador suddenly find this very amusing. So, Sloth wanted Beserker? For what possible purpose? Charlotte picked at an imaginary speck of dust on Valmont’s coat and blew it away, as she could see the cogs in Valmont’s mind were turning.

“I suppose this means I should pay them a visit.” Valmont pushed Charlotte’s hand away, which made her pout in a mocking fashion. “And do what? You want to see if Belphegor is derp enough to put it on?”

Valmont snickered loudly. “That’d make my day.” But soon the smile faded from his face, as he remembered that he still had to find Ruby. She was either somewhere in the building or outside. He glanced down at Charlotte who was waiting to see what the Ambassador had planned. “What?” She didn’t like how he changed from being the scoundrel that he was, back to this pompous ambassador. “But really, I can’t. Not yet. I need to find Ruby.”

Charlotte blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes. “Fine…go find your little hooded dolly and play. I think I will go and entertain myself with your staff.” Charlotte blew Valmont a kiss, before sashaying out of the room, headed for Zachary’s office.

Valmont, now alone – pulled on the edges of his jacket, and headed out in the opposite direction for the Embassy gardens, in search of Ruby.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:  Her body, her mind, down to her very soul and everything in between was going haywire. Ruby didn’t now what to do with herself. She didn’t have a mouth to scream, maybe to lessen the pain but with her voice lost to the people responsible, Ruby couldn’t do such a thing. The only thing she could do was cry in silence as her image faded and came back like a flicker of a lightbulb. She covered her eyes, shaking terribly and all for what; it was only someone who cared for her. It was nothing special, but to Ruby it was everything. Not once in her life here in Hell had she ever encountered someone who actually gave a damn about her existence. Any time there was a chance, her ghostly powers took over and she wouldn’t interfere with their lives in the slightest. This however, was different, and Ruby couldn’t handle all of these emotions that were hitting her skull like a sledgehammer.

Maybe Ruby needed to kill something, or someone. That could possibly cheer her up, but without the will to even move from her downed position, she wasn’t going to do that. Her mind was so fragile, that another problem came about. Memories, though they were not ones that Ruby knew of. She didn’t know what that even meant but right before her eyes, flashes of blurry images spun through her head like a cog out of control. None made sense, but she did see a few things that stood out. An image of a hag, herself looking human and a flash of light. WHAT THE HELL DID ALL THIS MEAN!?

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Walking along the corridor, Valmont saw that the door to the gardens was opened, and though it may not have been the direction that Ruby had taken in her flight from the ballroom, it didn’t hurt to take a look outside to see if this was where she had gone. The ambassador grew concerned as he walked out the garden door, and cast his eyes across the vast estate. He happened to glance down to where he and the other staff, along with Ruby had enjoyed a light meal. It was down there that he happened to spot the crimson red hood. This is where she had ended up.

Valmont didn’t run down to be at her side. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her all the more, though he was still unsure as to why she ran in the first place. Had no one ever shown that they had cared for her before? Valmont was not one to know, since he had not yet been able to get much out of her, apart from a nod, and the dance of course.

Ambling down, he walked with his arms at his sides with a troubled expression. It didn’t take much to see that Ruby was deeply distressed. He stopped a good few feet from her and bowed his head.

“I’m sorry…if I upset you.” His words were almost a whisper. “I felt the need to touch you, and if that was inappropriate, than I can’t do enough to beg your forgiveness.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby suddenly stopped her shaking when she heard Valmont’s voice. The man that made all this happen, both good and bad, was now right behind her. She turned her head, and slowly let her hood drop down and Valmont would be greeted by a face full of saddness. Her tears flooded her face and made her look quite ugly. Even her stitches got wet, but the one good thing was that her disappearing act was slowly coming to a halt. She just stared at him, almost into his soul, as if asking a question she couldn’t form. One word, there was one word that continued to flash in her mind and scatter all around Valmont. It was the only word she could see. Remembering her board, Ruby, with a shaky hand, grabbed it and tried her best to create this word. She used her entire hand to write it out, and the word was hardly visible when Valmont would see it due to her poor hand-writing but that one word spoke volumes.

Hurts.

 

Status Quo – Rockin’ All over the World.

 

It’s Midday on Saturday here in Queensland, Australia.  I am catching up on a lot of my stories, which I will be posting more of shortly.  In the meantime, I am enjoying some classic rock and decided to share another favorite with you, my readers.   Status quo’s “Rockin’ all over the world.”  If this song doesn’t get you up and dancing, or singing along – I don’t know what would.  ~RB~

“Rockin’ All Over The World”

Ah here we are and here we are and here we go
All aboard and we’re hitting the road
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world

Ah giddy-up and giddy-up and get away
We’re going crazy and we’re going today
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world

And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I li-li-like it, li-li-like
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world

I’m gonna tell your mama what you’re gonna do
Come on out with your dancing shoes
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world

And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I li-li-like it, li-li-like
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world

And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I li-li-like it, li-li-like
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world


And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I li-li-like it, li-li-like
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world

Dancing with Death – SS.

 

Behind the gilded masks lay creatures of true deceit.  The ball continues.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

Co-written with Krystal, Zetta, Moo, Dessy, Temp and Nhal.

 

Krystal:  Maya found herself separated from Allister, and from under her mask, her blue eyes showed a little panic. Before long, though, she exhaled quickly, collecting herself. “I’ll just have to find him, that’s all…” She began making her way through the crowd, occasionally brushing against other ball-goers, all dressed to the nines. The quality and art of the gowns were astounding, and the expertise that went into making each suit was something to wonder about. As she made her way through the crowd, as luck would have it, she bumped into a man wearing an elaborate cloak and a full-faced mask. She looked up at him to apologize, but as they met eyes, she stopped, examining the eyes staring back at hers. “…William…?” she asked, her voice as soft as ever.

Allister was looking around for Maya, but not as dedicated as Maya was looking for him. He was enjoying the party while keeping an eye out for his friend. From under his mask, his blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the grandeur of the place. The architecture… The gowns, suits, artwork, music… This was truly an amazing spectacle. Then he saw her, the woman at the top of the stairs, dressed in a lovely blood red gown. Lydia…? He suddenly felt a little nervous. If she saw him, or Maya, things might go badly for them. He had to find Maya and warn her. Lydia was the only one who knew them, and the only one who could give them away. He started to push through the crowds, making sure to stay polite, looking for Maya.

 

Dessy:  Once they had started dancing, Mariela was focusing on the steps. She was quite a skilled dancer, her father always dancing with her when she was little and teaching her different dances. Then as she got older and started going to parties, her mother taught her a few dances her father didn’t know. She turned her head to see Lydia talking to some man. “Who’s Lydia talking to?” she asked, looking back at Scar with a curious expression on her face. Dancing with Scar, she had realized he seemed to be a natural at dancing. She wasn’t sure if he was taught, or if it just sorta came to him. At Scar’s compliment, Mariela gave a smile. “Thank you, Scar. My parents taught me a lot of different dances when I was little.” she spoke softly.

 

 

Nhal:  Giving a slow tired nod, Sloth yawned quietly as he observed the new arrival. “I see… So she’s the one who wound up killing off Greed.” Watching the woman walk down the stairs he tilted his head towards Kirsikka slowly, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Our Lord says that we must be wary… He feels very suspicious of this one… Please keep yourself out of the way.” he slowly moved and drifted his way around the room, moving towards Lydia and company. “Ahh so this is the woman that took the place of my brother?… I must say, such a task is no easy feat. Under normal circumstances that is…” his shadowy figure stood tall, nodding his head towards her respectfully. “I am Belphegor… It is a pleasure to meet you my dear.

 

Moo:  

“Technically speaking,” Kirsikka remarked under her breath. Her eyes lifted, gazing at him from the side while he spoke word of caution. Her head barely gave a hint of her nodding. “Aren’t I always?” The corner of her lips gave way to a smirk before she began moving slowly in the other direction. The doors to the rest of the castle weren’t too far; just a cut through the dance floor and she was capable to go where she pleased, given any guards didn’t give her trouble. Her eyes danced over the guests while she traveled through them, landing briefly on Belphegor while he introduced himself to none other than the princess of greed. She barely paid mind to those surrounding the two. Eventually in taking hands with a few guests, she was spun about the room, keeping her eyes toward the doors. It wasn’t until Kirsikka was led to the edge of the dance floor that she disappeared completely. A light blue frost swept through the crack of the door, leaving some ice to shape itself to the frame. If guards took notice of the difference and attempted to open them, they would find the doors stuck for several minutes. Enough to buy her time to roam the halls without notice.


Gabriel’s eyes remained holding Lydia’s gaze while the two conversed. The corner of her lips twitched with some amusement. As easy as it was to ignore the compliment, Gabriel did take some form of enlightenment in the woman’s humor. “An amazing gift for a woman… If he wasn’t turning over in his grave over mine, he would at yours.” Everyone knew Mammon had no taste for women on a throne; the very reason he had stomped to Wrath with a half assed army. The kingdom was no gift; it was taken. None other than a demon of ambition would set her sights on such a grand opportunity. It was questionable what the woman would want next. Gabriel’s smile remained as Lydia giggled, flitting her fan. Oh, the materialistic souls of Hell were quite the bore.

“I believe you don’t,” Gabriel agreed with her eyes narrowing in the slightest. While she was one to obtain what she wanted through force, Lydia had no problem manipulating those around her. And slowly, Gabriel attempted to do the same…Draven proved to be a failure, but she assured herself that next time, the djinn would be hers. Even if it meant cutting off his legs so he couldn’t run; so long as his hands were in tact, she could have what she wanted from the boy. Though, that was something to think about at another time. The sharp inhale from the princess caused Gabriel’s attention to right itself. Trouble must have been stirring, not an hour into the eve. It caused the woman to smirk, watching Lydia soften her expression once more. “A second gift from Greed,” she mused. “The generosity here is astounding.” It was enough to make any person wary. Her crimson hues stared at the male accompanying Lydia as the princess leaned toward her ear. “What would the demon of ambition have planned for me?” The closeness might put Cecil on edge; her gaze slid over to him, a small and pleasant smile placed perfectly on her lips while her eyes seemed to give away the truer feelings she possessed at this moment. To deal with Lydia now would save her a great deal of annoyance in the future, surely. And such a beautiful face could make her throne room feel a little more homey. Mammon could certainly use the company in his grave…

The woman’s thoughts were put on hold as a new presence made himself known, speaking to Lydia alone. Belphegor…Gabriel hadn’t expected the likes of him to show up at this party. Even Asmodeus was more likely to show his face than this lazy brute. He wasted no time in presenting himself, causing a bit of amusement to pass over Gabriel’s face. Under normal circumstances. This was pleasant; Lydia might not have been as smooth as she originally thought. Mammon was simply an idiot… Something easily noted as he had blindly set himself up for his undoing. All that was required was the extra push. And Gabriel’s money was placed on Lydia having something to do with that.


Astarte’s attention had been caught by the boys’ conversation about a man that Eren apparently owed a match to. The same one who had injured him before he’d run into the couple, more than likely. The two had a better understanding of each other than she did, in a sense. Being boys who happened to love fighting all the same. Still, her reminder of behaving themselves wasn’t ignored. She was pleased, even in hearing Blitz’ simple yeah, yeah. The hellcat smiled. If something happened, she wouldn’t blame the pair…and hopefully Eva wouldn’t so much as question the event. The woman did hold herself high, and paid little regard to anything happening outside the Anarchy Division, much less if she was getting time to herself or not. The woman deserved a break anyway…being here was a simple pleasure for the three. Handing out cards was no task; they could socialize and present the Anarchy Division as hard working, dedicated civilians of Hell. Taking up a job or two if it was offered wouldn’t hurt any less either. Considering this, her words had little weight to them; the boys would end up finding entertainment where they would with no disdain from the hellcat.

Entering the room, she hadn’t been completely aware of her surroundings. Though Blitz’ shoulder brushing against hers brought the woman’s attention to him easily. Astarte couldn’t help but let out a surprised whoa of sorts, coming out light and girly. Her arm found its way around the back of her lover’s neck, the other hanging loose while their lips locked together. It caused a rise in her heart rate, blinking before she closed her eyes in his embrace. There was no regard for the place he chose to do this; she would never argue with his romanticism, as she looked forward to it constantly, and would return it wherever possible. Disappointingly enough, the moment ended too soon and she found herself having to lift upright before she fell to her rear. Thank you, cat reflexes… Mask on, mask off. You’re my girl. The reminder was a little thrilling, actually, as it caused Astarte to grin. The woman did not need any reminding… No single person could ever hope to obtain the place in her heart that Blitz had, no matter the efforts they put forth. She would remind him of this when the time presented itself. But for the time being, she was here on business. She reminded herself of that as she looked down at the deck of cards in her hand. The hellcat had been left with thirty-five…Eren was the guilty party of taking her last five, as if turning the entire ordeal into a competition.

With the three dispersing into the room, it was made rather apparent that it was exactly the thing on the Phoenix’s mind. Astarte couldn’t withhold her chuckle as she watched a breeze of air pass through toward Blitz’ section of the ballroom. She shook her head, smiling while she began greeting a group of men and women. None were worth more than a glance as she handed them cards and began to talk about the jobs Anarchy Division accepted. No job was too dirty; prices were easy in regards to the sums the nobles held in their own pockets, even as they spoke to her now. The hellcat moved from one group to another, until her eye caught a rather peculiar looking gentleman. He looked sick, or maybe drunk. He swayed as she offered her hand, before looking rather concerned. His eyes drooped, and he fell to the floor with a thud. She stepped back immediately, raising her arms as though she didn’t touch the man at all. It wasn’t so obvious the ball wouldn’t run smoothly that night; but there were other party crashers in the room. Astarte’s gaze moved along nearby men and women, lowering her arms slowly. Some rushed toward the man, chatter beginning, as well as some panic.  

 

Zetta:  Even with his back turned he had caught ear of his surroundings, listening closely to both ladies near him as they continued to mingle. Cecil was doing his duty as one usually close to Her, Lady Wrath. Running his blue ocular orbs quickly atop the masses here at the Greed Kingdom’s castle. Hoping to identify one of them as a danger to the rest, just to be able to go back to his love and tell her of his findings so that maybe he could leave her- if she wanted, with a good impression. The most odd thing he found was a cloaked man, completing his outfit with a mask covering his entire face, unaware of where he was prior Cecil only looked his way because he was the first to bump into someone in this whole thing. Sure enough right after he did so he blended right back into the crowding, his watcher losing sight of him thereafter. While idle he would turn around briefly in time to witness the other Lady moving toward Gabriel, already alert he was just about to take a step in their direction, thinking this could be the chance he wanted. But he was getting a look as well, the same killing intent he fell for back at the other castle, the gaze of infinite anger-in-madness came toward him. Only due to familiarity was he able to confidently look back, for the sake of acknowledgement there was a split-second that the two of Wrath looked eye to eye. Immediately after Cecil’s eyes met the ground beneath her, so as not to anger her, but let her know that he took note.

Now left option-less, the lone guard of wrath turned hunk of a date brought his eyes back to the gathering. He finished his observation of the room in eleven seconds flat. “Hmm. Maybe nothing is going to happen to Lady Gabriel after all..” He would have to struggle to actually witness every single presence in the room but he did in fact feel comfortable with the visual sweeping. At least now the blame would not come to him if he were to not notice anything more peculiar in the future of the grand ball. “I guess I sho-” Stopping himself dead in-tow, however just before the man turned around he quickly noticed a grouping of three individuals entering the place. For such a party they all looked casually dressed with just a bit of preparation involved for their gathering here. All except the man behind what appeared to be a couple, that one was right after them and so it was made obvious to him that he wanted to show his ability to present himself. The man before him was unpredictable, swiftly taking his mate to their own world and then simply dropping her off where she was. That was incredibly unprecedented, moves like that should be prohibited as any number of things could have happened with the accordance of such a close kiss. Weary eyes would never catch a move like that much less note it as a dangerous aspect. But neither of them were in the immediate vicinity of the royal guard, or his prominent Lady Wrath. So it was unnecessary to acknowledge them further, though for the sake of peeking his interest he followed the female of the three to watch what she would do after such a dramatic display of affection..

Unsurprisingly, she was quick into her own pacing, for this he shifted his gaze back along the crowd. His eyes widened when he finally took note of the dangerous presence he was ever-aware about. The woman he’d been eyeing was just a few inches away too, until she was directly upon him, and in that moment he collapsed! He certainly looked pale before, and this was where Cecil’s mind became active; Considering the worst cases here. Going along with the subtle approaching rearing themselves in this ball, it was most likely that he was not sick, but poisoned. A feature that he would not have acknowledged before as everyone was dancing actively, one person bumping into another would mean nothing in a crowd. Now the gaze of the guard would go back onto the woman, or where she had been, because after a minute of his note-taking she was gone. Now he was looking for that one in that full-mask, cloaked down to his boots. Now that one could truly be taken as a suspect, but before he could search for him or anyone else who had brushed that man he would return himself to Gabriel. Still in the midst of accompanying the other Lady, yet another person made himself known. To this though, Cecil would make his way to his love. Gabriel appeared idle to him for the moment and this was his chance to relay. “Gab…” Cutting her name into a sort of alias would make it seem like they held endearment, he was told to be normal after all, and while he debated on the true meaning of this he figured that as her date he was permitted to such boldness. This was almost surely the only time he would have the pleasure. “there’s a growing panic on the floor, you think I should check it out?” He never spoke like this to her before, being casual almost felt alien to him, but he was ‘normal’ at one point of his life and so acting as such was slightly befitting.
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Blitz was hot on rich tail, making his way beside many who were already paired into groups of dancers he was etching himself into the memories of many as he effortlessly broke several romantic moments with his entrance. Beholding a reduced number of about 25 cards he had been making rounds of these people, being asked time and time again about what exactly the mercenary clique did. “What!?” Asked rhetorically, obviously, he did not allow a moment to fully past as he wanted his respondents to not say anything after him- but be given the impression that he only questioned them for not already knowing because the business was so widely known. “Anarchy Division only does everything!” He commonly followed up with, finding himself bearing a smile with his progress. This only serving to encourage a smile in the other party with a heart-felt response of pleasantry. A few times he was pushed towards a full explanation by surprises responses of actual interest, nobles were too oblivious he felt, the diversity was invisible unless one was to metaphorically dissect these people. Luckily for him, he was here on topics of expansion, once he had someone sold enough to take his card he could bid for a hasty retreat and be off on his merry way. The man was downing his total the best way he could after catching that dark breeze from Eren, something he was able to easily perceive once he had come in contact with it. For he could see different energies from an individual almost in separate coloring than others, just another trick learned from his former closeness with real forces of life.

The demigod was looking for more prominent people, as always if he could make to it a root of nobles, he would have his name in for the references needed to bring Anarchy Division some real money. He began searching in higher places for someone to come to, looking better taking care of than a simplistic dress or a button-down shirt. But class that he used to be accustomed to, before his time in the mansion where he had the ability to act however he wanted. For that he was sure that looking in escalated areas was a smarter tactic.. And then it hit him.. Why not simultaneously attract everyone.. This idea was birthed upon finding the chandelier above the mid-section of the building, since there was less noise up there he would easily manage to project his voice to descend on those below. Promoting his group even further and easily ridding of Eren’s competition. Making such a move could result in a bad look for Anarchy Division, if everyone saw him flying while a dance was going on, but just as he thought this a bunch of people began making way to one side of the room. Some side-event probably, his enhanced senses picked on exactly what had been happening though. Someone fell out in the middle of party. This made for an opportune moment to get high and then onto the chandelier. He began flying upward, using this ability to make himself weightlessly ascend in the wake of panic.

 

Temp:  William had definitely not expected Maya or Allister to actually approach him in this place, considering what he was doing was supposed to be covert. Any kind of attention that could be put towards him was a bad thing, and apparently Maya didn’t quite understand that. His head turned to look around him to see if anyone noticed what she had said, thankfully everyone was too busy with the poison victim.“Maya…dangerous…leave…” William had no time to talk, as there would likely be a bit of a security increase now. He placed a hand on Maya’s shoulder and held it there for a moment, then simply walked past her and faded into the crowd. Hopefully she and Allister would make it through this unscathed and wouldn’t do anything reckless.

 

For now what was important was keeping up on his assassinations, as well as lowering any probability of him being the likely suspect. In order to do this he would have to make it look like someone else was going about murdering people, and make sure that other people saw it. There was never a lack of useful poisons in the world, thanks to this he knew just what to do. Once again he walked towards his targets, which there were two of. As soon as he was close to one of them he patted him on the back and simultaneously stabbed him with another poisoned needle. This poison was a peculiar one that sent it’s victim into a frenzy of anger after a short duration. William made his way away from the two and into another crowd, making his way towards the opposite side of the room. After ten minutes or so the poisoned man suddenly flipped out and started attacking the man in front of him, taking a dagger from his coat and stabbing him repeatedly. If guards didn’t take care of the man then the poison would, though it would take several hours. Hopefully that little distraction and set up would clear him from any curious eyes.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

 ~The Chamber of the Spider~

 
While the classical music filled the castle halls, deep within the bowels of the castle there was a chamber that was not too far from the old gnome’s blacksmith shop. This part of the castle was hardly used, and in no way was as grand or elegant as the upper floors. The stone flooring that lead to the chamber was dust ridden and there were cobwebs hanging from the upper crevices that ran along the ceiling. There were few torches and only some were lit. From high above where the band was playing a waltz for the regal guests, the sound below was almost like a low bass thudding. No merriment or pleasure gained from the sound. Shadows in this dark corridor seemed to stretch on further than what would be considered natural. But little did those that attended the ball, realize that the very thing that led Mammon to his death was kept in the dark chamber. Standing atop a small podium that was round in shape and approximately 30 inches was the Beserker armor. Surrounding the armor was twelve stone statues. Each holding a long sword tight within their grasp. The statues appeared worn and covered in a thick layer of dust. Again…there were spiders webs in all corners of the room and at the back a larger web again. A light Chittering sound is heard, but then there is silence. The Beserker’s armor still bares the scrapes and scratches from battle, but all blood has been absorbed.

~The Grand Ballroom~

Mariela was right to be curious about just who the Princess of Greed was speaking too. In fact, Lydia had made a beeline right for the handsome looking young man. Scar lifted his head slightly and then narrowed his gaze at the pair. Interesting. He had not come across this man before, but by the looks of his dress, it would appear that he was one of the Princes of Hell. But which one? He had with him a rather large gentleman that stood quite close to the Prince. Scar jutted out his bottom lip and tried to make head or tail of it. Continuing to twirl Mariela around the dance floor, whilst stealing glances, Scar had a question of his own. ”I had no idea that one of Hell’s Princes was gay.” Again he twirled the young witch and leaned over for a better look through the crowd. ”And if he is gay…I think Lydia is wasting a perfectly good flirt. Look at her. Tsk.” To be truthful, Scar had no idea who the gentleman was, but then another approached Lydia and this one was moving rather slowly. Drawing his own conclusion after seeing the chap yawn, then speak to Lydia, Scar said. ”My money is on THAT Prince being Sloth….er, I mean Belphegor.” Giving a light shrug of his shoulders, he continued to dance with Mariela, before looking at her and asking. ”Did you want to hob knob with the likes of those royals?” The Alp was curious to see if Mariela wished to be introduced.

 

Keeping up appearances was the order of the day for Lydia as the change in her expression from seeing Maya and Allister didn’t go unnoticed. Yes, she tried to speak of more topical subjects, like the breaking of the curse that Mammon had set upon Gabriel on his dying breath. As Gabriel asked what the new Princess of Greed had in store for him, another royal approached and this one was the brother of Mammon. Lydia was about to put on the performance of her life as she turned ever slightly and found herself falling beneath his shadow. Belphegor towered over her and though he could have been cutting in his remarks and introduction he held back and used tact. Lydia lowered her fan slightly and offered what appeared to be a genuine smile. Not the kind where she grit her teeth for she bore no ill will for Belphegor at all. She was wary however. Knowing Gabriel was right there, the Princess of Greed was careful in her reply. ”Delighted to meet Mammon’s kin, and under such circumstances. We here at Greed mourned the passing of your dear Brother. He of course left a legacy which I am sure that we will uphold.” What legacy Lydia meant was to be kept close to her chest. Suddenly, Lydia brightened as she went into full hostess mode. ”Oh how rude of me. Belphegor, may I present….Gabriel, PRINCESS of Wrath.” Oh the cheeky look on her face as she gestured to the stunning male that WAS Gabriel. ”We were just discussing how fast change was occurring. I mean. One minute there was seven Princes of Hell…now there are….are…uhm.” She paused a moment, since Gabriel still looked like a Prince, not a Princess. ”Five…” Lydia couldn’t hold back the giggle. It really was kind of funny when you thought about it. But Lydia’s good humor was about to come to an abrupt end. The black suited companion that had joined her from the stairs had been keeping a watchful eye on those that were dancing and enjoying the sumptuous delights from the buffet tables. Lydia’s companion made a strange sound and then bent his head to whisper in Lydia’s ear. You could see the smile fade from her face instantly as he passed on word that there had been an incident. ”Already?” Lydia exclaimed before rolling her eyes. It was at this moment, she asked the two princes to be excused. ”If you would both excuse me, I must attend to a trifle little matter.” Chatter was already building from some of the guests as they formed a circle around the fallen man. The one that had just been murdered. Picking up her skirts, Lydia rushed over to see just was causing such a ruckus.

Scar had also heard the commotion and stopped in his dance with Mariela. His eyes darted from the scene where a man had fallen, to the swift movement of Lydia and her companion across the floor towards them. It was then another fight broke out in a different part of the room. A man had removed a hidden dagger from within his coat and was stabbing another guest wildly. The ball was turning into chaos, and this was the moment that Scar was afraid of. He seized Mariela’s hand and went to drag her from the dance floor, towards one of the terraces that led to the garden maze. ”No time for questions. I made a promise to you. Come on!”

Lydia spun around at the sound of the new fight that had broken out and this was when she lost all patience. Her wonderful party and all her plans would fall into ruin due to unknown reasons. ”Guards!” She screamed on the top of her voice. As they would file in from various doors and entrances, she pointed out the two men fighting, while a Doctor was seeing to the man on the floor.

 

~RB~

 

 

Teasing & Twerking – GS.

 

Scene setting:  Elissa’s Apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa very promptly scoffed at the kiwi comment, resisting the urge to make a comment along the lines of ‘hopefully the branch isn’t a baby carrot,’ mostly succeeding just because she didn’t know the sign language for ‘carrot.’ That said, his weird way of offering a frontal view got her to raise her eyebrows with surprise, though she was quick enough on the trigger to fire back with a toothy grin, ~I bet I’d ask for a refund.~ Nothing quite like some playful insults between friends. What was that that one of the boys on the old squad had said? ‘You know when you have a true friend when you can say things that would get you arrested if said in public.’

She also continued eating her apple as she looked over at him, just waiting for his witty retort. Truth be told, there a lot of different traits she could appreciate in a man, from sensitivity to confidence to intelligence. She wasn’t about to declare Tommy a paragon of that first, but the other two he very clearly had down pat, and damn if that wasn’t something that got her a little hot under the collar. It had been a while since she lost her husband, and while she did miss him, she’d long ago realized that he wouldn’t want her to mope about him too much; so she latched onto that philosophy as best she could manage. Why be afraid of joy because of something you couldn’t change? Sure those old feelings would return, but she would rather avoid them than cling to them.

As Tommy moved closer, she looked up at him expectantly, wondering exactly where he was going with it. The exact situation of his relationship with the other woman got a raised eyebrow out of him, but she chose to take his word for it that he was free as a bird. And then he took his pot shot. There was a very brief moment where she looked genuinely surprised by his compliment, clear as day. Still, she was quick to react, and she came up with an interesting way to toy with him a bit. Turning towards him and making sure that there was some open space behind him, she leaned up on her tip-toes, putting both hands on his chest, looking like she was offering a kiss. However, before he could move to put his hands behind her, she pushed him away somewhat firmly, though all the while grinning wickedly, grabbing her apple from the counter and signing challengingly, ~You’re not man enough to keep up.~ Her blue eyes were sparking fiercely, challenging him to try as she took a bite of her apple, cocking her hips and putting her free hand on it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Now there is a thing called playing hard to get, but there is also that moment when a challenge is issued. Acting all coy and then giving Tommy a good shove back followed by a wicked signing that he wasn’t man enough to keep up with her, was like throwing down the gauntlet. “Aha!” Tommy let out a loud laugh as though he found her comment to be totally laughable. Tommy Xo? Not man enough. Was she daring to question his ability to please a woman? Oh those baby blue eyes of her were practically dazzling as she took another bite from her apple and gave a little hip wiggle. Her hand resting on her hip as though she was daring him.

 

Tommy started to slowly unbutton his shirt, and there would be no signing from him as he exposed his chest. He then pulled it roughly from where it was tucked into his pants and ripped it off – showing off his upper torso. Tommy started to make his pecs dance as he did a little shuffle, giving Elissa a little floor show in the kitchen.

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“I got the moves, El.”

It was like something out of a Channing Tatum movie for her eyes only. Either she was going to choke on her apple, or die laughing. Either way, this morning was getting pretty interesting. Tommy grabbed his tie and then draped it around Elissa’s neck and winked to see how she would react. He then spun around and twerked….Yes…he twerked.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa remained calmly watching as Tommy went about slowly stripping out of his shirt, wondering what in the world he had in mind. She knew darn well that she’d pretty well thrown down the gauntlet and she figured that unless he was the weakest person ever she’d probably have to put up with him attempting to put the moves on her for the next little while. And she was perfectly fine with that. However, what she hadn’t been expecting was for him to go full-on Chip’n’Dale’s on her right there in her kitchen. Initially she was just stunned, her eyes watching as his muscles rippled and just trying to comprehend what she was watching… and once he spoke she was immediately rolling, soft coughs escaping her as she leaned over, tears of laughter streaming down her face.

At that point, all was thrown to the wind, goodbye rules, goodbye outside world, hello surreally sexy morning. As he wrapped his tie around her, she promptly winked back with an eager grin, wanting to know where he was going with this. But then he… oh jeeze. He twerked. Well, there were two reactions she could have to that, but only one of which would have actually been worth the effort. If you can’t beat ’em…

Immediately she joined him, rubbing her front up against him, ignoring the fact that she was on the wrong side for the female. She wasn’t in anything nearly as sexy as his attire (or lack thereof), but her nightgown definitely rode up to reveal her plain panties. She placed her hands on his backside while this was going on, and she even went so far as to give him a light smack, a snicker accompanying it as they went.

Eventually she tired of the embarrassment that was realizing she twerked of all things, so she quickly grabbed him and spun him around to face her. Grabbing the tie that was now around her neck, she hooked it back around his and yanked her close to her and pressed her lips to his roughly, her eyes burning excitedly. It was a damn good thing she couldn’t speak, because she damn well didn’t want to voice the fact of the matter: despite how silly this whole thing was, Tommy had definitely won.

 

Razorbackwriter:   What a sight! The pair of them both twerking without music but the whisper like laughter that was coming from Elissa. Tommy could be a right dolt at times, but in a way it was infectious as now Elissa had completely lowered her guard and joined in on the mad cap dancing. Totally taking on the wrong roles, with Tommy acting more like Miley Cyrus at the Music awards. To feel Elissa rub against him as she did was a bit of a surprise for Tommy; but a happy one at that. When she went a bit further and actually spanked him, he let out a loud whoop like he was at a rodeo. With her hands clasping his rear, Tommy gave her a bit of a ride – so to speak. A few extra ass wiggles and he was done. Before he could catch a breathe however, Elissa grabbed Tommy and spun him around – dropping the tie around his neck as though she was lassoing him. Oh this really was a rodeo. Pleasantly surprised at her bold action, the next thing she did totally caught him off guard. Using the tie, Elissa yanked his head forward and down so that she could press her lips hard to his. Tommy’s eyes were wide with surprise and didn’t miss the look in her eyes. Dayumn! How he did it, he still didn’t know, but the fire in her eyes soon caught his own. Reaching around, Tommy gripped the cheeks of Elissa’s ass and hoisted her up so that she would have to wrap her legs around his hips for support.

A sharp growl emitted from Tommy’s throat – a rich sound that could be felt as well as heard. Tommy didn’t care that Elissa was still in her night gown – which had ridden up even further up her thighs. His fingers dug into the soft cheeks of her backside – kneading them while his tongue searched within her mouth for hers. Tommy may have won, but he easily surrendered to her.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh, even without actually having one, Elissa was feeling so hot under the collar she might as well catch fire. She had absolutely no idea why she was doing this, whether she was just in desperate need of something to purge her stress, lonely, genuinely attracted to Tommy on both a physical or mental level, or all of the above, but she just felt absolutely on fire. The feel of his hands on her backside was unexpected, but she had no complaints about it, and moved naturally as he lifted her up off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist while her hands went behind his neck, letting the tie hang limp. The growl was a new one to her, but she loved it, she loved the sensation it created as their mouths tussled.

As he continued to knead her backside she let out a sound of herself, almost like she was sighing, but much more sensual than that. Her tongue fought back against his, gladly meeting it and tangling with it ferociously as she kissed him back aggressively. She may have been a heterosexual woman, but with her husband and her few other past boyfriends she’d been the man of the relationship, and even if she didn’t demand it, her borderline aggressive mentality was still there. Her fingers gripped tightly to his skin, kneading his back much as his hands were working at her, and right now the only thing keeping her from flinging her gown off was the fact that she’d likely fall off if she attempted it. Even if she was no longer the ‘man’ of the house and had quite easily surrendered to Tommy’s wiles, that didn’t mean she didn’t have a different kind of fight left in her.

 

ELO – All over the World

 

A song to get you up and dancing!  ELO’s “All over the World” with a clip that celebrates flash mobs.

 

Everybody all around the world, gotta tell you what I just heard
There’s gonna be a party all over the world

I got a message on the radio, but where it came from I don’t really know
And I heard these voices calling all over the world

 

[Chorus:]
All over the world, everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody walkin’ down the street, everybody movin’ to the beat
They’re gonna get hot down in the U.S.A. (New York, Detroit, L.A.)

We’re gonna take a trip across the sea, everybody come along with me
We’re gonna hit the night down in gay Pareee

 

[chorus]

All over the world, everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

[Instrumental break]

London, Hamburg, Paris, Rome, Rio, Hong Kong, Tokyo
L.A., New York, Amsterdam, Monte Carlo, Shard End and

 

[chorus]

All over the world, everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody all around the world, gotta tell you what I just heard
Everybody walkin’ down the street, I know a place where we all can meet
Everybody gonna have a good time, everybody will shine till the daylight

 

[chorus]

All over the world, everybody got the word [repeats 3x]

K-Pop Crazy Cocky.

You’ve probably heard of how Psy’s Gangnam style song broke the Youtube counter when the clip recorded over 2 billion hits.  Youtube had to upgrade their counter cause when more people went to watch it, the counter turned into a poker machine like number reel.  The numbers couldn’t stay still.

I am the first to admit, I love the song.  What amazed me even more was that it is not just humans that like to dance to it.  Found this little clip on Facebook.  I just have to share it.