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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Apr 24, 2013 0:48:35 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU Sometimes his duties seemed to be really annoying. He really didn't want to deal with what was going on but then again he hardly wanted to this to this girl, one of Blood's girls, whine in his ear or complain to Blood about how Luka was as she would say it 'like totally not taking care of the girls like he was supposed to be doing and it was so totally not cool!'. When girls began talking like that was beyond Luka. So he couldn't just stand there against the wall making sure none of the girls pulled anything like he wanted to. Instead he just stared down at this girl who was complaining to him about some creepy guys that were bugging her and the some of the others despite not having the cash to afford them. They were in the upper class part of town. What the hell kind of sense did these guys have if they were trying to pick girls up here?
"Go chase them off" the girl whined and Luka glared in the direction of the girl's being bothered, spotting a black car that looked like it had about 3 guys in it. Maybe four. That or the one in the back seat was just a really big guy. How scary...not. How easy it would be to just throw that whole car, but it was of course a bit public and that car looked far too expensive to really belong to the men inside. They were probably involved in some other gang of sorts. It would cause a lot of trouble for Blood if Luka happened to maim them. So that plan was out. There was always something else he could do though...
He turned, walking toward the men, the tail of his long black coat swaying behind him. By the time he reached the girls those men were out of the car, walking up when they spotted the tall, rather unamused man watching them. Luka's face held nothing but indifference and he said nothing to them. It was clear that he was connected these girls somehow by the fact the tattler was following right behind him with a smirk on her face that was plastered with whorish make up. She even stuck her tongue out of them. A fact Luka decided not to pay attention to.
"You got some problem, eh?!" one of them shouted, stepping forward and raising his fists. Luka stopped, though not because that was really a threatening move. Though that guy took it that way and snickered. "All show huh-AH?!" just as he began to taunt again Luka had kicked his foot out at the brick wall that was probably some overly wealthy family's form of a fence. It shattered under the strength of his kick immediately, debris and dust flying everywhere. There were three distinct voice screaming then the sound of car doors slamming and a car driving away.
When some of the dust settled down, Luka looked over his shoulder, seeing that fancy car speed off around the corner, the slightest of pleased smirks on his face. "Boys..." Yeah. That usually got the job done with punks like that. Now the girl's were swooning over him again though like they usually just did in secret. They surrounded him and he just stood there silently, not saying anything back to their coos of how cool he was or how hot he was or what a great guy he was. Really he just wished he could get rescued from these girls. it was always the same thing. Damn him and his inability to say the right things or know how to slip away.
Notes:Luka @w@ Tagged: Luka Crosszeria Words: 614 template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by Blood Dupre on Apr 25, 2013 18:58:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, height: 200px; width: 480px; background-color: #000000;][atrb=valign,top] You know... It's hard out here for a pimp Sometimes life was hard. His girls stopped listening to him, and tried to overthrow him simply because he wasn't intimidating enough. Blood knew if he were at least five inches taller with prison tattoos, purple suit, and a darker skin colour, they'd treat him with more respect. Life was hard as a white pimp, and the fact that all his underlings also had no skin color made it so they were taken even less seriously. It's almost as if he was a white man playing a black man's game.
Blood was riding around on his chariot, making sure his girls were doing his bidding the proper way. He was more curious about the one that was with his right hand man, Luka. He wanted to make sure they gave him no trouble. The girls could be easily replaced, but his muscle couldn't be. Truly a one-of-a-kind find.
The gimp pulling Blood's chariot started to slow, until taking it for a complete stop. They stopped just in time to see Luka handle a less than necessary situation with violence. Blood took a notepad out of his breast pocket and wrote down that car's licence plate. He'd have them taken care of later. He got out of the chariot and applauded the other man. "Marvelous job, Luka. You took care of that situation wonderfully." Blood walked his was towards the girl with Luka"This one wasn't giving you any trouble, right? She has a habit of being rude."
Blood grabbed the woman by her arm to make sure she didn't try to run. He already had problems with this girl. Just one word from Luka, and beating her would be perfectly fine. He had been waiting for a good reason to.
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Created by Aquarius of GS
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Apr 30, 2013 18:11:27 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU Luka was glad to see Blood's man-pulled chariot pull up just about as soon as the car drove off. It was probably one of the few times he was glad to see that chariot actually. He might not have been that in tune with what was trending in the world but even he knew that thing was weird, perhaps borderline creepy. Creepy wasn't something Luka liked. When it signaled Blood coming to his rescue though, Luka could push that fact aside. He backed away form the girl's retreating from their thousands of words and going to Blood's side.He gave the man a glance that didn't seem that much different from his normal one, maybe a bit softer to show some kind of thanks that only Blood would pick up on.
It seemed Blood had something else on his mind besides just congratulating him for something he really shouldn't have had to do in the first place. He eyed the man as he roughly took hold of the whore's arm, watching as she flinched. She gave him a begging look as Blood asked him basically if he had any reason to beat the girl senseless. Luka hardly looked upon her with mercy, his same indifferent look ever present on his face. She wasn't going to be getting the mercy he make up caked eyes were pleading for.
"She wasn't helping in any way" he stated, looking back up to blood after noticing how the girl lost a few shades in color at his answer. It was his own way of saying 'go ahead and do what you want with her'. Blood seemed like he wanted, no, needed to use the back of his hand in one of his famed pimp slaps. Luka would probably get stuck doing the rest later back at the pimp lair. For now he just crossed his arms over his chest, turning slightly away from the girl who would probably be crying on the ground in a few moments. He didn't much like watching girls beg or plead. At least when he got them they usually knew to be quiet. How they didn't know to shut up with Blood he'd never know. Maybe it was his chariot. Nobody that sullen and dark could drive such a fabulous thing.
Notes:Pimp Slap dat Ho! Tagged: Luka Crosszeria Words: 382 template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by Blood Dupre on May 2, 2013 14:42:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, height: 200px; width: 480px; background-color: #000000;][atrb=valign,top] You know... It's hard out here for a pimp Luka had given affirmation that the whore wasn't any help, and that for him was reason enough to beat her senseless. He could tell she feared him now, and she damn well should. Before she was such a bad whore, but Blood was a kind man. He was just waiting for a fuck up and here it was. "You know you deserve this" he said to her before introducing her face to the back of his hand. she violently shook with the force applied to her and started crying, promising to never do it again. "You think i'll believe that shit? You're just lying to get what you want, as always." He applied his forceful backhand to her face a few more times until she stopped moving. Well, that was easy.
"Whoops" He inspected her body, and she was dead. No use punishing her any more than needed. Blood tossed her motionless body onto the floor of his chariot. At least this girl wouldn't be giving him trouble anymore, and she could easily be used as an example that he isn't to be fucked with. There was one thing left to do with her "Luka, any suggestions on disposal?"
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Created by Aquarius of GS
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on May 21, 2013 18:15:27 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 504 ♠Notes --- Ikkyu was sent off from the vatican on a small mission to take a look into some reports of togabito. He had of course taken care of that days ago, giving some bullshit excuses over the phone to stall he return to duties back at the vatican to instead spend some time enjoying himself with out too much to worry about. Sure there were other consecro around here but how the hell were they supposed ti recognize him when it was rare for him to come to japan? So he had spent the last few days living it up, hopping from club to club and using his power to its full potential. Just now he had escaped a mob of girls who were screaming their love to him as they followed him for several blocks and Ikkyu was eating it all up. It wasn't until they started getting a bit crazy, trying to steal his pocket squares or his clip, one girl even grabbing his pant loops and trying to pull his pants right off that he figured it was time to ditch them for his own safety, ducking into an alley before using bringers light to leave them behind in a burst of speed.
Now he was walking around, just enjoying some quite before it became time to head to another club for the night. Just as he reached a corner though a car suddenly raced by him, a few guys in there looking absolutely terrified. Ikkyu stopped right where he stood. He had seen looks like those before, one man always be able to make grown men freak like that... Then he noticed he felt two spiritual presences near by, both of them extremely familiar. He turned his head, not disappointed to be blinded by the sun as it bounced off the pale white flesh tone of a pimp and his right hand man. Further inspection lead him to a familiar chariot pulled by a man in a suit Ikkyu was sure couldn't be comfortable worn by anyone other than a total masochist. Oh yes. Everything was adding up just perfectly. Ikkyu wasn't expecting to run into those two out here. Funny how things worked out.
Ikkyu continued in his walk, suddenly standing a lot taller with a kind smile on his lips. Thats about when he spotted the girl go limp in Blood's hold. "Well thats certainly a shame" he spoke up, coming to a stop a few yards away, a hand on his hip as he pursed his lips, looking at the girl with a hint of sorrow. He always liked a majority of his second employers girls. It was a real shame watching one get killed so brutally. "You really should be a bit gentler. Isn't that what you have him for?"he nodded toward Luka, his tone hardly serious. Sure it was a shame but he surely didn't care that much to mess with the man who kept him from being a church goody goody his entire life.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on May 21, 2013 18:36:47 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU He didn't even flinch when Blood's hand impacted with the girl's face the first time as she cried, begging Blood to stop. Luka knew being hit with the back hand of the man wasn't a pleasant feeling. It had hundreds of years of training and could make even the toughest of grown men cower in pain. He'd seen it happen dozens of times. Now wasn't any different. actually it just proved all the more why that pimp hand alone was considered a lethal weapon to Blood. When he finally looked back at Blood and the girl things had gotten rather quiet. That was strange. Then he noticed how she was simply hanging from Blood's hold with a rather beat up face and no movement at all. Had Blood just.. ah well yeah he had just killed her with backhand slaps alone. That would certainly remind the girl's why they had to behave themselves. It would make his job a hell of a lot easier for the next week or so that was for sure.
"Just leave her in some alley. No one is going to be worked up about another dead prostitute." he stated with no compassion at all. It was true. Blood didn't care. He didn't care. The police weren't going to care. The only person who might care would me a hobo into necrophilia. There were freaks like that in the world. Blood could probably still sell this girl as she was and make a good profit. That was the sick part of the business he found himself in. At least he wasn't in charge of taking care of things other than being the muscles for Blood. He didn't think he could hold his temper with three quarters of the people Blood had dealings with.
Speaking of people Blood had dealings with... Some one was talking to the both of them now, and when Luka raised his head he recognized the boy. He was some church boy gone bad that Blood had met in Italy, hiring him for one of his clubs. What he was doing in Japan Luka was clueless of. He just knew that he didn't like what the kid was saying, not really able to tell it was in a laid back joking tone. This was one of those things that hinted how bad with people he was. So he just looked to Blood, expecting him to take care of it. He liked to use his slap right? Maybe he hadn't gotten it all out on the girl.
Notes: HAd to save..Tagged: Luka Blood Ikki Words: 423 template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by Blood Dupre on Jun 11, 2013 21:02:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; padding: 5px; background-color: #444444; ,bTable] Blood quirked an eyebrow at Luka's suggestion. Did Luka seriously think Blood would be the one disposing of her? His hands were already filthy with the whore's death. He didn't want to touch her more than he already was. It was disgusting even just looking at the dead slut, however if he thought about it, she could be made an example of. He could pay some sort of demented taxidermist to stuff her body and keep her as a statue inside of his office. Now, where would he find one of those types?
Blood's less than sane thought process was interrupted by one of his workers speaking to him about being less rough. He looked over to him, at first with a glare, but quickly changed to a smile once he saw who it was. One of his best 'girls' here, probably to greet him. Although, If he thought about it this one wasn't supposed to be in Japan. Maybe he was on some creepy church mission, whatever it was, it wasn't out getting him money."Ah. Fancy seeing you here. Blood looked from Ikki to Luka. "Why not a greeting for one of our workers?" He didn't wait for Luka's greeting, knowing there probably wasn't even going to be one.
"Anyways, boy. What are you doing here? Spying? Secret motives you're taking care of? I don't know. I just know you aren't making me any money being here. Blood looked back at the dead girl and sighed. If he didn't get her to a taxidermist soon she'd rot. "Someone find me a taxidermist, and make it snappy." Blood was speaking to both Luka and Ikki, hoping at least one of them would find one.
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[/td][tr][td][atrb=style,border-left: solid 5px #99ddbb;] Ghosts in the photograph never lie'd to me [/td][/tr][/table][/center] LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Jun 13, 2013 2:18:24 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 417 ♠Notes --- So Blood's right hand man Luka wasn't going to say anything to him. It wasn't really all that shocking. In the years that he had worked for Blood he had heard the man say maybe a total of ten words. He was there for muscles, something apparent by the crumbled brick wall that looked suspiciously fresh. He didn't deal with anything except taking care of Blood's dirty work when it was just too hard to use that pimp rifle or whatever Blood called it. Ikkyu wasn't all tha fond of him but he had to admit that the guy was a nice sight and he was grateful to all those who had paid to get him a new pair of eyes. Luka could stand there and just look pretty as long as he wanted to, as long as he wasn't beating Ikkyu like he did some other guys and sometimes the girls.
It was then that Blood caught his attention with his greeting, then questioning what he was doing here in Japan. Ikkyu just smiled, running his hand back through his hair and keeping it at his neck. It was true that he wasn't exactly supposed to be so far from his work for Blood when he was on Blood's time. And he really doubted he wanted to get the man in a foul mood when he had just beat the living hell out of that girl, literally. He had experienced first hand what some people in this very business were capable of long ago and he wasn't intent on losing his eyes again along with his power.
"I had some church business to take care of out here. I've completed it and will be heading back first thing in the morning" he explained, reaching around with his hand that had rested on his neck, resting his fingers lightly under his left eye. "I'll be sure to make up for the profits I would have made you in the next week. In fact...I would safely say that I'll do triple in the next week" Blood knew about his own special power that aided him in his extremely suiting job. He would understand why he was pointing out his eyes right now. It really wouldn't be a problem for him to triple his work and intake in only a week to make it up to his employer. "How does that sound?" he asked with a voice of clear confidence, just asking for the challenge.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Jun 15, 2013 5:23:41 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU Luka just glanced at Blood when he brought up the greeting, or rather lack there of. Blood knew how he was. He wasn't about to go talking out of character just because it was the polite thing to do. Since when was some one like him polite? Well he was polite enough when it was a customer of Blood's, but not when it was just some boy living out the rest of his young life as long as he possibly could. He didn't need to say anything for Blood to know that he wasn't about to speak up. He just listened in on whatever the two of them were talking about, Ikki ,as he liked being called, being a cocky little thing that made Luka waver about summoning up Roxass. That would be a bit too much trouble for Blood who had already lost out on some money because of the kid.
It was then that Blood had the strangest of requests. He wanted a taxidermist. What the hell was he going to do with a... Then Luka's eyes fell down to the girl. He didn't show it on the outside, keeping his unreadable expression on his face not wavering in the slightest as realization dawned on him at once. Blood was going to get the girl stuffed and preserved. He wasn't about to ask where he was going to mount a thing like that. He was pretty sure he didn't want to know. Blood was a strange man. He'd likely put it right in plain view where Luka would see it probably every day. Needless to say Luka wasn't looking forward to that day when he walked in to see some beat of face of a dead prostitute in some weird pose and with dead looking glass eyes. He didn't argue it though. It was what Blood wanted.
"You heard him didn't you?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at the girls who were still around, obviously petrified but what they had just seen. Their scared eyes looked up to Luka's cold one and they just stood there. Luka narrowed his eyes a bit and like that they had taken off running. They knew getting on Luka's bad side was a fate worse than their fellow whore had just met. Luka was sure they would be able to find some one willing, more than willing to do the odd under the counter job of stuffing the girl. They were in Japan after all. Luka had seen a lot of strange things come out of Japan in his days. There must have been some freak who would happily stuff the girl for the right price.
Notes:-- Tagged: Luka, Blood, Ikki Words: 447 template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by Blood Dupre on Jun 20, 2013 22:19:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; padding: 5px; background-color: #444444; ,bTable] Blood tapped his foot on the ground as he waited for someone to check their phone for numbers. He knew all it would take was a simple google on their phone, but apparently no one felt like doing it. Blood took his phone out of his breast pocket "How pathetic. I can do it myself, then." He browsed the google engine and found one, making a mental note to go there sometime soon. "I'll have to just leave this one here. Her face disgusts me." With that, he put his cell phone back into his breast pocket and moved on from the subject.
Blood looked over to the group of girls Luka had been accommodating. "Would any of you girls like a stuffing?" He smugly looked at them with a wink, knowing they'd reject his proposal. He didn't care though. He'd have one of them slaughtered anyway.
Blood turned away from the girls and back to his ride. He ushered for his gimps to elevate his chariot and sat in it, motioning for Ikki and Luka to sit in it with him. "Ikki. I have a proposal for you." Blood looked at the girls again "One of them must die by your hands, but keep their face in tact. Try to stick to their organs, will you. You do this, and the fact that you're not making me any money on this trip will be forgotten. How does that sound?" Blood made sure his voice was low enough so the girls didn't hear him. He looked over to Luka to speak to him "If you wish, you may help him. However, I don't think you'd want that. You should stay here and watch the fun with me. He continued watching the girls, and waved to them with a smile. He hated the women around him recently. Watching this will be fun.
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Jun 22, 2013 8:42:01 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 937 ♠Notes --- Blood didn't seem too happy about the lack of an immediate taxidermist. Ikkyu wasn't a butler so he didn't really feel that inclined to find one for the man. What was he going to do, kill one of his biggest money makers or put him out of commission for a while? Ikkyu hardly thought that he had to worry about something like that. About the only ones in any real trouble were the girls that were left over and clearly not working right now. They seemed rather distressed and didn't even answer Blood when he asked them a question. Ikkyu probably wouldn't have either. There were several meanings to how that could go right now and they probably weren't in favor of any of them.
He followed behind Blood over to his extremely strange means of travel, never questioning the tastes of this guy. He had figured they were just going to be going somewhere but he stopped himself from climbing in when Blood stated he had some kind of proposition for him. He was ready to do whatever Blood might have come up with the get himself out of working himself ragged with girls for the next week. At least he thought he was. What the pimp suggested, rather ordered, was a bit out of hand for even Ikkyu. He didn't have problems with many things. this was out of hand though. Yes they had given themselves this life, probably not on a whim like Ikkyu, and they knew what they had signed up for but this was a bit cruel. He didn't want to think about alternatives though. He had been there and done that. "Fine..." he murmured, taking a look around to make sure no one else was on the street. If there were any cameras well they had already caught a lot of things. Blood could get him out of it.
Ikkyu turned, walking over to one of the girls, taking her hand in his own gently. She turned around, looking up into his eyes which was the thing that was going to lead to the end of her life. He gave her a smile as he activated one of his powers, practically enslaving the poor whore. He walked back a few steps and she mindlessly followed him, unable to look away from the fullbringer's eyes. Ikkyu let go of her hand, rubbing the back of his hand over her cheek which she seemed to shudder under. "I need you to tilt your head up and open your mouth really wide okay?" he requested of her. She couldn't refuse him and a few seconds later she was in the position he needed. "Don't make any moves or scream" he warned her, still sounding completely kind like he was really looking out for her in whatever he was about to do. Making sure she was steady and not about to move, Ikkyu drew his sword slowly, then placing his free hand on the girl's shoulder. She would stay still because he had told her to, but he just wanted to be safe. Sometimes minds just weren't strong enough. He looked past her, noticing how the remaining girls were starting to panic at what they were seeing. None of them spoke out though. With two of them about to be dead risking pissing Blood off wasn't a good idea.
Ikkyu raised his hand that held his sword, holding it above the girl's open mouth. He whispered a quiet apology he hoped his employer wouldn't hear before shoving the blade down into the girl's unready throat, immediately feeling it hit resistance, but he continued to push it down, not even knowing what he was stabbing into. He doubted he wanted to really know anyway. He drew it out slightly before changing the angle and pushing it right back down to pierce something else. He did this a few more times, blood sloshing around inside the girl with every push and filling up her throat until it flowed right out of her mouth. It wasn't that long before the life left her eyes and she went limp. It was then that Ikkyu withdrew his katana completely, looking distastefully at the bloody weapon he'd be sure to clean a dozen times later. The whore fell back to the sidewalk, completely motionless by the first girl that had died. Ikkyu said a quiet prayer in his head for her as well as asking for his own forgiveness for what he had just done. He didn't want to end up like he had years ago.
Ikkyu swung his blade once, most of the blood being swiped right off of it and splattering in a line over the sidewalk. He resheathed it, then removing his gloves that had also been dirtied, wadding them up into a ball and tossing them at one of the girl's to get rid of for him. He turned back to Blood, walking right back up to his carriage. He looked a bit ill now but still put on a smile though it was clearly not as smooth and flawless as his normal forced one. He was all kinds of uncomfortable right now. "I do hope that will settle it. Her face should be just fine once its cleaned up. I didn't even puncture any of her skin so it will be pretty easy for you to get stuffed." that last little bit gave him a chill he refused to show. "Is there anything you need of me? I'm rather tired and need to get back to my hotel to prepare for traveling."
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12
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Post by Blood Dupre on Jul 6, 2013 4:37:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; padding: 5px; background-color: #444444; ,bTable] Blood smiled. It was all he could do while watching such a marvelous display. Ikki's handiwork would be much appreciated if he were one of his Japanese workers. It was such a shame that someone so willing to do these things was so far away. If he could request Ikki to stay in Japan without sounding strange, he would. But he had his reputation to hold up, which meant he had to show no weakness.
"Marvelous work, my kind worker. Blood sat in his chariot and clapped for the glorious performance. "A round of applause! How stunning!~" He stood to put emphasis on how pleased he was, not caring if it put strain on the gimps keeping his ride steady. Blood then climbed off his chariot and motioned for Luka to come with him. He wasn't quite done with Ikki yet.
Blood had a wide smirk plastered on his face. "Last request Ikki!~ Then I'll stop bothering you so you can go home. With an evil gleam shining in his eyes, he ordered for something no one would ever think to do. "Luka, this involves you, too~… I call for a vigorous make out session between my favorite two men who aren't me!" Blood's strange request was not only to see two beautiful men swapping spit, but also to see how far he could push the both of them. If they did this, he'd secretly love them both forever.
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Jul 6, 2013 11:01:28 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 586 ♠Notes --- Ikkyu was glad to hear that Blood was pleased with him now. He didn't have to risk losing any body parts or money from his pocket to make up for any debt he might have owed now and that was a huge relief. It seemed Blood would be done with him now so that he could go and wash this from his mind for good before heading back to Rome where he had to act like he hadn't run into his pimp boss and killed a hooker who probably hadn't really done anything worth being killed over just to save his own skin. To them he wasn't some one that did that so he needed to be some one that didn't do that. He started to turn and walk away but then Blood was speaking to him again and Ikki made the half turn to face him. He had one more request for Ikki and he instantly looked at the other girls. He really didn't want to kill another. He was surprised at the command he.. he and Luka got. Blood wanted them to make out? He arched his brow at that. He was relieved but it wasn't a request he thought he would ever get. What could he do about it though? He wasn't all that opposed to it anyway. Luka really was a looker just cold as ice. He was also loyal to a flaw. Maybe being bossed around by blood wasn't going to be so bad.
He walked ahead. Stopping in front of Luka who looked all kinds of unconfortable despite his stoic as ever face. He was tense right under his skin and Ikkyu could feel it as he placed one hand at the back of Luka's head, the other placed on his shoulder. He grabbed surprisingly soft black hair, smiling at the other man, hoping to make this slightly less awkward with some strong doubt it would take a lot more than that to do so. He stooped down a level, looking right into Luka's eyes, using his love spell to smooth things along even though he wouldn't have very long of an effect with it with Luka's strength. He could tell it had some effect and took his chance before he ran out of time. He closed that distance between there lips, meeting a much less resistant Luka who opened up to him immediately, letting him in completely so he could work his magic. Luka could be mad at him later if he wanted to but he was saving their skins and trying to be nice enough to let him enjoy how he moved his tongue around inside his mouth with skill he had built up over several girlfriends and even some boyfriends.
Ikki only went as long as he needed to before drawing back and breaking their contact. He had to admit leaving the man was harder than he thought it would be. He halfway wished more was ordered from them. He had gotten a little stirred up from that kiss and now he needed to find some way to finish up and right now he wasn't sure if some girl he picked up off the street could compare to that. Ikkyu forced himself to back away, moving one hand to his hair and the other resting on his hip. "I hope that was satisfactory..to the both of you" he was a little bit breathless but smiling like he was completely cool. "Is there anything else?"
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Jul 6, 2013 17:00:57 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU Luka was just on his way to the chariot when Blood gave his order. He hadn't paid much mind to what Ikki was doing but evidently it had gotten Blood into a mood. He made a bit of a strained face, glancing toward Blood, questioning what was going on. He narrowed his eyes slightly, showing that he wasn't nearly as excited as Blood about his little task. Blood knew he disliked these things. He'd spent too much time given orders like that as a kid hundreds of years ago but here Blood was telling him the same things yet he wasn't going to have the thought to disobey.
He slowly turned around, finding that Ikki was already there, moving his hands around him. He held his unphased look, just looking slightly up to the man, just waiting for whatever. Oddly enough though some feeling began to fill up his chest. He actually wanted this a bit now. More than a bit. He almsot craved it. When Ikki brought his lips down onto his own Luka responded in a second, one arm moving to loop around his waist and the other moving around his back to hold Ikki's head there as he took more control. He wasn't about to be the chick here. He was hardly gentle, not knowing really any other way than that. He actually found himself enjoying it, pressing more into their kiss until that feeling started to fade and he didn't want this as much as he thought he did. It was still pleasurable he just didn't know what had happened. Then it occurred to him that he had momentarily forgot about the man's powers. He had messed with Luka's head and tricked him into believing everything that had just happened. He still kept on, just using more of the things he learned to make Ikkyu melt under him until he pulled back obviously letting Luka know he was successful.
He didn't give Ikki a second glance before he turned back around, passing in front of the gimps that drew Blood's chariot and taking his place next to the man. He didn't even look at blood, just staring ahead. He clearly wasn't happy with the man right now. He hated doing things like that and he was even more angered after having his thoughts messed up. He even looked a bit pissed, brows furrowed and his lips in a straight line. He crossed his arms over his chest, not offering a goodbye to Ikki or whatever girls were left which was probably not surprising to anyone. He just wanted to go where he could actually speak again even though he probably wouldn't say anything about it anyway. He could act like he was going to though.
Notes:Love you ewe Tagged: Luka Crosszeria Words: 614 template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by Blood Dupre on Jul 9, 2013 23:40:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; padding: 5px; background-color: #444444; ,bTable] Blood watched as his orders were carried out, and it was better than he had imagined. It seemed that Ikki was willing to do just about anything for him. Blood was certain the influence he had on the young man was only of fear, but it is in fear that a strong leader can be born from. Blood was willing to lead Ikki to his bedroom by the influence of fear only. It was nothing he could ever be ashamed of. Blood faded into a light day dream. While he was in that bedroom, maybe he would force Luka to play man servant in a black and white lace apron, and nothing else. Luka would serve them melted chocolate on each other's bodies and--
Blood's day dream was cut short when Ikki had asked about anything else. Blood realized he began to drool during the performance, which was almost too embarrassing for him. The fact that they had finished up before Blood had time to regain composure was more then embarrassing. He didn't care how the girls saw him anymore. He could have their head at any time if they said one word wrong to him. If those sluts had any right of mind, they'd just shut the hell up and follow what he said. What he was truely worried about was how Luka and Ikki portrayed him. they were both strong enough to overthrow him,
Blood Faced forward on his chariot and flipped his hair. It was about time he had answered Ikki. "If being in my presence is that bad then you can leave at any time. I'm not holding you hostage." His words came off more hurt than he had wanted them to, but it was a bit too late for him to rephrase it. Correcting yourself was for the weak. It takes a real man to own up to his mistakes.
He peered over to see Luka sitting beside him, except something was off about the man. He had a blank expression, as usual, but Blood could read deeper into it. Was Luka pouting? It was priceless. Blood smiled widely and poked Luka in the cheek. "Did the adorable young man touch you in a way you didn't like?" He put his face closer to Luka's, probably making the man more uncomfortable than he already was and sexily whispered "Or would you have preferred it if it were me?" His smile faded and he intimately stared into Luka's eyes "Is that the problem?"
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