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Oct 2, 2010 15:45:58 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 2, 2010 15:45:58 GMT -6
Dante stumbled into camp around midnight, after leaving Lawrence in the strip club he had decided to go to a bar and try to find some new prey, the sooner he got the souls he needed the sooner he could relax. In his left hand he carried a half full bottle of vodka and in the right was his dagger. The problem with hunting in bars was that he was prone to drinking, so now he was walking around the Seidhrfolk encampment drunk as hell and covered in blood. It wasn't often that Dante got drunk but when he did it usually meant trouble for someone, he strolled past the main hall and heard people shouting and laughing. He glared at the tents opening before continuing on.
"Stupid fucking barbarians" he muttered as he took another swig of the cheap Vodka.
He walked past an empty tent and slashed at the support ropes causing it to fall in on its self, that would piss someone off later, eventually he managed to make his way back to his own tent. Dante kicked off his boots and set his bottle down on his desk.
"Would it kill then to live in anything but tents..... savages, fucking savages" he complained as he chucked his coat onto his bed.
Dante sat down at his desk and unbuttoned his waist coat, he had left the strip club with 20 souls and now he had 36 even Lawrence would have to be impressed. In a way he was doing a public service, now there was less scum littering the street. Dante reached into his pocket and placed the pocket watch on his desk, he then placed the dagger next to it before taking another shot of Vodka.
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Oct 2, 2010 16:18:30 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 16:18:30 GMT -6
A succubus found herself wandering close to the Seidhrfolk camp. She wasn’t stupid, but that’s where the mouth of hell had let her out, and she wasn’t powerless; she liked a challenge. She didn’t have much to lose at this point, it was either get a high profile soul to eat or die, nearly. She heard a commotion about two tents away. Shit, she transformed into a nondescript brunette, just in case she was seen and she watched the man rampaging through the camp.
Well, if anyone needed to release some tension in this camp, at least she knew who it was. She watched as he tore down a tent and stumbled into another. Oh good, at least he was going to sleep or something. He was covered in blood, as was the way of Seidhrfolk, so she didn’t think anything of it. She snuck behind the man’s tent and closed her eyes with her hands clasped.
There was a torrent of memories thrown at her, including ones of murder and soul stealing, a horribly greasy man and topless women. The women weren’t very defined, he had no interest in them. She pushed further and suddenly saw a pretty brown haired woman; one that seemed to share distaste for the man as he did her. She decided that would be the best route for her now. She gleaned as much information as she could from this man’s memories and opened her eyes.
Her skin and hair began to ripple, and suddenly she had long, shiny brown hair with blunt, straight cut bangs across her forehead. Her eyes were grey and pale skin. She knew her name was now Camille and her new target… Dante. She forced herself to follow this farce, so she conjured some clothing, a little black lace nightie and slippers; something that covered, but left a lot to the imagination… in a good way. She strode confidently toward the front of Dante’s tent and gave a little knock at the part of the wood supporting it.
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Oct 2, 2010 16:34:10 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 2, 2010 16:34:10 GMT -6
Dante leaned back on his chair and nursed his bottle of Vodka, he was thinking about todays events and the souls he had already collected. He could remember the exact number but dared not say it aloud just it made guilt come crashing down on him. He picked up his knife and began to carve away at his desk in between sips of Vodka, he would have went to bed but he wasn't tired at all, it was a common side effect of soul collecting. As the soul entered 'the devils thorn' excess energy passed into its wielder giving them prolonged stamina, plus he was constantly feeding of the souls captured in the pocket watch.
He suddenly heard a knock on the wooden frame of his tent, he didn't look up but rather took another swig of booze and etched another mark in his desk, "What!?" he barked not caring who was outside. Dante was expecting it to be the owner of the now dismantled tent, in fact he was hoping it was, he could do with a good fight. He instinctively put his hand over the pocket watch and shut it to conceal what was inside.
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Oct 2, 2010 16:49:07 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 16:49:07 GMT -6
The succubus Camille pressed open the tent flap and poked her head inside. Her hair was down, which she didn’t really know was unusual for the real Camille and it hung down around her face as she looked at Dante.
“That’s really not a good greeting for a lady, you know. Especially one who’s calling on a man so late at night,” she said, a teasing tone in her voice.
She looked around his tent, what a typical bachelor’s pad. She opened the tent flap further, letting herself in. Her nightie clung to the curves Camille had and she had a flirty smile playing across her slightly redder lips. She didn’t look at herself, but she knew she looked tasty, her legs seemed to go on forever, since the nightie wasn’t very long. It was lace, too, so her bra was clearly visible under the opaque fabric.
She looked up at Dante from under her bangs, “Why so tense, boss man?”
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Oct 2, 2010 16:58:16 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 2, 2010 16:58:16 GMT -6
Dante glared when he realized it was Camille knocking at his door, she was probably here to complain about the lack of training she was receiving, he was about to tell her to get lost when she walked the rest of the way in. Dante's eyes immediately widened at the site of Camille's barely dressed figure, his jaw dropped and he couldn't help but stare.
When she spoke he felt a tingle crawl down his back and before he knew it he was falling back wards off his chair, there was a slight rush as his heart jumped then a thud as he hit the floor. e tuned his head to the side slightly to keep an eye on Camille, he looked her over from head to toe taking in every curve that his eyes fell upon, "Damn" was all he said as he lay there on the floor staring at the girl in his tent.
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Oct 2, 2010 17:22:41 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 17:22:41 GMT -6
The succubus laughed, she’s got him hook, line, and sinker. She walked over to Dante’s chair and bent over his prone figure slightly, putting her hands on her knees.
“Been drinking too much tonight?” she said with a wry grin.
This woman dressing even slightly feminine must be rare or never, she guessed. That was kind of a shame, she was an attractive woman. If she knew how to work her wiles, she’d get whatever she wanted. The succubus Camille sat in an unoccupied chair and crossed her legs at the knee. Her legs made seductive shapes and from Dante’s position, he had a great view.
“Sorry to barge in like this, I heard you storming about. Why so tense, Boss?” she said with a pout.
Playing a farce like this was pretty easy; she just had to watch how Dante reacted to know if she should change her behavior to match the woman she was playing. Typically though, men didn’t ask too many questions when a scantily clad woman was in front of them in their room.
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Oct 2, 2010 17:36:30 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 2, 2010 17:36:30 GMT -6
Dante had managed to close his mouth at this point but couldn't get rid of the sly smile that was no imprinted across his face, he continued to stare at Camille's long curvy legs as he slowly stood up and picked up his chair. He took another swig of his drink as he sat down at moved his eyes up to her chest, "just some complex business.... i must say you've changed your tune since we last spoke"..
Usually alarm bells would be going off in Dante's head, there was clearly something odd about this little encounter but the alcohol in his system refused to let him see sense. He sat up straight and looked her in the ye this time, "But never mind about that... what brings you here this late". If his grin could have gotten any bigger it would have but it was now inhumanly impossible for him to look anymore happier than at this point.
A voice in his head was whispering to him, it was warning him that something wasn't right, that Camille hated him.... that he should check his pocket watch. But sadly there was an even louder pride filled voice shouting about how she finally came around and how she couldn't possibly resist him. This was exactly why he didn't drink often.
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Oct 2, 2010 18:17:30 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 18:17:30 GMT -6
The succubus Camille bit her lip in thought, creating an image of innocence and restraint. Man, this guy was going to be easier than she thought. Alcohol had that effect. She probably didn’t even have to enhance Camille’s appearance any to make her attractive to him. Oh well, lingerie and fake makeup were fun.
“Oh… yeah, sorry. I guess… I don’t know how to watch my mouth,” she said, running her tongue across her top lip.
Well, it was clear that Dante was attracted to this woman Camille whether she was acting seductive or not. That made things easier, she kind of felt bad for this Camille woman. She wouldn’t have her boss too much longer. She had to pull out the big guns, though, because she wanted him to make the first move.
“Like I said,” she said, “I heard you nearly destroying camp, you sounded like something was wrong.”
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Oct 2, 2010 18:29:34 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 2, 2010 18:29:34 GMT -6
Camille was driving Dante insane, he couldn't tare his eyes away for even a second. He leaned forward in his chair and looked her over once again. It was a difficult to take in all her beauty in one look so he had to do it many times. He necked the rest of the Vodka before putting the bottle on the table and standing up, he circled around her for a moment before standing behind her and putting his hands on the back of her chair, "yeah something was wrong... but for the life of me i cant remember what it was" he replied as his hands moved to her shoulders.
Her skin was so soft and smooth beneath his coarse hands, he ran his hands down her arms before he forced himself to let go.
"So you thought you would come check on me, thats quite considerate of you" said Dante as he sat on the side of the table just beside her.
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Oct 2, 2010 18:45:21 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 18:45:21 GMT -6
The fake Camille followed him with her bedroom eyes, shivering slightly as his hands ran down her arms. She felt slightly cold, as to be expected wandering around at night with such an outfit.
“You can’t remember? Well, that’s… good,” she said slowly, “Why did you forget?”
She had him pretty much trapped now. She turned around in her chair, putting her hands on the back, making her breasts swell up and together. She looked up at him with hooded eyes and a slight grin upon her lips.
“Well, I figured there had to be a reason you were so… worked up,” she said, slyly.
She drew her eyes across Dante now. Things could have been a lot worse for her, he wasn’t unattractive and he was an easy target as well. The succubus found he liked the dark and dangerous types the best as targets. He was strong… and apparently had a soft spot for pretty women. She liked that.
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