(Roleplay was conducted in a conference. Enjoy!)
Colvin_Arenios: Satire had been the first to answer a call that was not meant for every single soul. The beings receptive to it were beings worthy of much merit and yet he understood few would attempt to juxtapose themselves next to a deity known for abandoning groups without even the slightest warning. Did they all understand that if purpose no longer existed, then his attentions would waiver? He was a being whose inclinations spread across many spectrums but he was not as complex as some made him out to be. It took this man quite a long time to finally turn around and face a woman he has not seen in far too long. Perhaps the torture was self-imposed, but the previously emotionless expression that had governed his face for days now quickly shifted. A sardonic smirk soon appeared and yet he said nothing just yet. Miasmic expulsions soon became rather prevalent as his desire to keep the physical manifestations of the purity of his essence had waned upon the realization it was no longer necessary. This city would soon fall within the manacles of chaos no matter what truly occurred with Lim'Dul and that realization alone called for a celebration worthy of the massive potential it all held. The perfection that stood before him, although it reminded him of his beloved Atra, was unique all on its own. Rarely touched by the filth of this world and highly revered by those who understood what she was. There was no question that this deity was quite acquainted with what that all meant. "Welcome back....Satin"
Satire_Meresankh: A coldness washed over her as she felt eyes upon her. She didn't bother to turn and acknowledge the source, simply kept her eyes on Colvin. When he finally turned her lips curved into a ver small smile. " It has been a long time Colvin. " Her voice was soft, her words meant for only him. Her eyes travelled the length of him and she drank him in slowly. " Time has been good to you I see. What are you doing here? " Still the shadows played at her feet as she watched him, fully aware that a pair of eyes delved into her. With a small shift of her composure, she glanced back over her shoulder to look at the mysterious man who loomed at her. She knew him not, had never seen him before, and quite frankly, didn't pay him much more thought than needed. With a curt nod, to let him know she felt him she turned back to Colvin. Memories flooded her and she laughed lightly. " And just what kind of trouble have you made for yourself in these years past? For if I recall correctly, you always did have a penchant for mischief. "
Lord_Scorn_Darktide: Those eyes, hazel cinders with in the perfection of his face never once left the woman he so mischievously stalked. Shadows were not sought in his mannerism of keeping theese emotions to himself. Emotions? Rubbish, Scorn had none, fondness perhapse but emotions were a thing he never was privied too. Fingers curled in the soft fur of this kitten whom felt at home with in his grasp, carressing it's back, flicking at it's ears, holding it as a child would hold it's own favorite pet. But was this a pet? Perhapse it was something more, a meal? A bribe? Or something far more sinister.. "Shh shh shh..." He cooed to the kitten before finally taking a step or two from the post he chose to lean against, in the direction of those two prior victims of his maniacal plot. Would he finally confront them
Aphotic_Sluice: Upon entering the city a sigh crossed her lips and her head lowered, silvery blond locks falling around her face. She dreaded this city more then many other places and yet at times it was inevitable to find a way here. She had been on his trail for weeks and now here they were, she kept a days distance behind and thus the reason for her entrance to the city now rather then at the same time as him. Adjusting her cloak she pulled it more around her body, the crimson fabric lashing out around her and then falling in to place. At her side a sword swung heavily and who knew what else she held against her under that cloak. Bright orbs shifted along the streets as she walked, drinking in the sights that the city had to offer. She stuck close to the buildings, pulling the hood oh her cloak up over her head slowly but surely. Pausing a little distance from the three she turned and leaned her back against the building she was closest to, watching from afar and biding her time for the moment.
Colvin_Arenios: Though a smirk had been offered, his face quickly reverted to become seemingly emotionless yet again. Some would dare say it was a trademark habit of this being, but others just interpreted it as an annoyance that complicated things more than anything else. Satire herself should be no stranger whatsoever to what was occurring, however, and he began to walk toward her because of this alone. The distance that had separated them had been immediately eradicated. Now was it that he completely ignored Scorn altogether or was he oblivious to the man's sudden proximity? It was certain that it truly did not matter to Scorn at all, but what exactly was going on. This ascended being simply addressed Satin, his tones not allowing any sort of emotion to ooze from any syllable as multicolored effulgence glazed over her alluring frame. "Far too long....Satin. Time holds no bearing for me." He finally reconnoitered the area at this time and perhaps did see Scorn...or perhaps he just ignored him altogether? If one truly knew this deity then they'd know exactly what was going on there. The entrance of another had seemingly gone unnoticed as well. Perhaps Satin had drawn in all of his attentions? "I am here simply to observe. To witness the product of some ambitious entity and benefit from whatever arises. While some might consider it mischievious....I assure you its much more entertaining than that" And there it was...the faintest smile. Would Satin remember the rarity of such a thing?
Satire_Meresankh: While watching Colvin, she remained alert and wondered a bit to the other man's presence. His footfalls, while silent, echoed in her mind as he neared. It would probably be only a matter of moments before he joined this little reunion. As the breeze passed by, a new scent found her senses but she made no move to show she was aware of yet another new comer. This was certainly turning out to be most interesting. To find Colvin after all this time in itself was odd, but to be so quickly surrounded by strangers, that was another thing entirely. As Colvin closed the space between them, her brow raised delicately. A very small laugh left escaped before she cleared her throat. " I see. Always one to benefit from something. " Her demeanor changed then, as if something from the past bothered her. And rightly so. Supressing a growl, she spoke again, though this time her words were clipped. " Indeed, be it entertainment or otherwise, you would be in the center of it. I have slumbered for a long time, tell me.. " she paused and looked away for a moment before returning her gaze to him. " Why was I awoken? You may not have called me, and I doubt you did, but I heard a call none the less. I will not deny however, that now that I am here, I am greatful. But to what purpose do you gain this..entertainment? At what cost? " Her hands came to fold before her into each other as she waited either newcomer to interject on the conversation while waiting for Colvin's answer as well.
Lord_Scorn_Darktide: Some would call him a god, some would call him a demon, and still others would call him a lord. But the truth of this matter was Scorn was nothing more than every man woman and child. Scorn was the existence of anger, the personification of their hatred and the lust that damned every one of their souls. Scorn is what he is, or as he might say.. "I am what I am." But those rare moments of peace and quiet, smooth talking and seducing would come to an end. If not at this very moment, then soon enough. It whined, it cried, it even howled... It died. Fingers, pike like didgits pierced it's neck, so close was it's severance. What a welcome result that would have been. But Scorn was resigned to it's limp hanging, the bobbing head of that kitten, the crimson stains of it's fur, the lifeless limp of it's arising form to meet his lips just before the cracking sensation of it's bones would bless the air with the snapping of it's neck. That very purpose being the freedom of it's flow. Blood, a fountain of it's liquid satiation rapidly falling 'twixt those thin, now crimson stained lips. Still his pace was not slowed, not hesitated in the least. Seconds to under a minute away from the couple.
Aphotic_Sluice: A glint of metal darted out from between those thick vermilion lips just before they clasped around it, rolling back and forth between the two. The ball lead to a bar which was placed through her tongue. A second nature movement to her as she simply watched Scorn move closer and the other two pick up their conversation. Colvin, she could smell him from here, a being of power and worn on the inside with age. She smirked and dropped her gaze for a moment before lifting it towards the only other woman, Satire. She was a lovely sight to behold, but her insides were rotten with darkness and this was an attractive trait, especially among the current company. Scorn, she knew enough about him after having followed him so far she could have sat down and written a book on his habits alone. Shifting her weight slightly she relaxed in to the stone of the wall behind her and collected her cloak within her arms and pulled it closer against her body. Many would not even turn the other cheek to look at her, but then again her clothes were dirty from travel and her face was covered. The only physical hint she gave was that oddly colored hair of hers, allowing it to peek out from the depths of her hood. In silence she watched and listened to the three..
Colvin_Arenios: Scorn's proximity had reached levels that any conscious being could simply not ignore. Nevertheless, no true acknowledgment was given to the man. Was this out of pure disrespect? Of course not. If there was one thing that this being could notice, it was the man's sudden attentions toward the duo as if there was something that needed to be done exactly at this point. The intrigue was there but no vocal recognition of it would be expressed now. His voice was simply lent over to Satin who was more than deserving of an explanation of events though he was not too keen on giving exact details. "Hmm...always driven by what could very well weaken you.." It was a blatant comment meant in retaliation to the beginnings of her response to him. There was no harsh tone but he did not deliver any dulcet ones either. "You have slept for ages and it has been deemed necessary for you to arise to once again involve yourself within the machinations of this world. I am happy to see you before me...answering the call that I have made for you." A hand was lifted and he dared move it to caress the woman's cheek...a blatant move that might have been accepted years ago. Would it be swatted down here? "Cost is irrelevant Satin....for these pawns will have to sacrifice themselves for a greater cause at one point or another" A small hmmph was emmitted after that, and his hand would return to his side, regardless of how it was moved there. The woman that had come in late did not go unnoticed but she had yet to truly make herself known and that alone warranted mild indifference for the time being. All that mattered was what stood nearby him now.
Satire_Meresankh: As the sound of snapping bones echoed lightly, she turned, looking at the man vastly approaching. Unable to help it, she laughed as the lifeless limb that dangled in his hands. " Well, that was certainly.... interesting. What did the cat ever do to you? " Her's was a teasing tone, not one of scorn or disapproval. Infact, she rather liked his style. Shaking her head she looked back to Colvin. " Guess he was a bad kitty kitty huh? " smirking, she looked back towards the man as still he continued forward, growing every closer. The other seemed content to refrain from joining just yet, and this left Satin wondering to her purpose. She assumed that in due time all would reveal itself. That was how things always seemed to play out after all. Looking to Colvin, she remembered how he use to be, which now, as she stood watching him, she noticed a few slightly changes. Shrugging the thoughts away, especially those of her sister, she forced a smile. Though that soon faded at his first reply. " Times have changed and you will find I am not the same. " : A call made for her? Somehow she had a hard time believing that one. " You have called and now I am here. But do not think for one moment that your calling me means another other than I have answered. I do not answer to you now, I did not answer to you then, and I will not in the future. " When his hand reached out to caress her cheek, she stepped back just as his flesh made contact with her own. She frowned and faced him fully now, her back to Scorn. " I am not Atra, do not touch me. " The statement coming out harshly, and her sisters name spoken in disgust.
Lord_Scorn_Darktide: That crimson encrusted tongue delivered itself to the soft, thin outline of his lips in an almost warranted serpentine carress. "Mmm..." It was heard, a response to the taste, the sensation the quenching of his thirst in the form of that feline's blood. But where were his manners? After all share and share alike. The distance was finally closed, Scorn now stood with in inches of the pair, the couple, the duo he had come to meet. and like wise the corpse of that once loving feline was enlisted towards Satire and Colvin as a sidewards step brought him nearly between the two. "Oh.. young vampiress, where are my manners. Would you like some?" Was it tempting perhapse, after all she was a creature of the night, a vampire. Asleep for ages and finally awake. Could the blood of one vagabond quench the thirst of untold years rest? And then the cats head twisted, almost wickedly from side to side from the sheer snapping of his wrist in either direction. The cats blood flooding the air, spraying those present, or perhapse they had a means of avoiding that blood, a step in either direction may, just may allow them that privilege. And only now did he begin to feeel, sense and understand the goings on, the truth of what was transpiring, not from theese two images before him but from the one behind him, her smell, her womanly scent played tomes where words and actions played volumes with in his inner being. Was he growing fond of her company? Her stalking, her infatuation with The DarkTide? For seconds to moments that may seem the case as those incendiary red eyes almost fell into lids.
Aphotic_Sluice: Sighing idly she grew tired of the random chatter between the two and then Scorn with his display of weak carnage, did he mean to impress any of them? He lacked in that area, it made her wonder where else he might lack. Smirking to herself she pushed from the wall and moved forward, actually towards them. However she kept her distance and stayed closed to the buildings. Turning she pulled the hood from her head and allowed those bright orbs to inspect each other them as she passed and kept on walking. They seemed to have bigger and better things to discuss and this left Aphotic with a short attention span when she had no idea what was going on. She was one for action more then talk as it was. Rolling just the tip of her tongue along her upper lip she slithered in to an alley and decided to wait for Scorn at a later time. When he was done with these two and on his way again..within the city or not.
Colvin_Arenios: The skeletal manipulation induced by Scorn on the pathetic morsel that had been that kitten did not spark any sort of amusement within this being at all. The fact it had tickled the attentions of Satire only made him arch a brow before the questions that were made caused his visage too lose any hint of positivity whatsoever. She continued to speak and his eyes suddenly fixated themselves with a crimson hue. The sudden burst of emotion provided by the most simplistic touch upon her form made his response all the more swift as soon as the mention of her sister came into play. "The thought of comparing you to her is worthless. She has done nothing but disillusion countless individuals into a web of utterly deteriorating deceit...To demean you by using her as a measuring tool would make the purpose of this calling that much more moot." A hmmph was once again expelled but this time it held a certain sting to it as he looked at Scorn and left him to interact with Satire quite easily. "Once you stop allowing your weakness to govern your mind, you will truly understand your erroneous assumption Satin." This deity flickered directly into the view of Aphotic who he addressed quite plainly. "There is obvious intent with your idle movements....but I fail to see anything of worth. Are you in search of someone?"
Satire_Meresankh: Turning her nose up in distaste, she looked to Scorn as he finally joined them and offered them a supple taste of his feline friend. " No thanks, it's all yours. I prefer my dinner two legged and non furry. " She looked down to the offered cat and shook her head as the blood splattered against her. " Do you mind? " she asked as the shadows that played at her feet began to twist their way up her body, wiping away the crimson droplets before returning to their frolicing. She took a step to the right, putting slight distance between the two men. Shifting her gaze, she looked to the woman who now seemed to be approaching. But instead, walked right past them only to vanish around the corner. Having only caught the woman's gaze for a fleeting moment she looked to Scorn wondering just what their connection was. When Colvin spoke, her attentions snapped back to him and her eyes narrowed. " Oh, forgive me, was I suppose to swoon at your affections? Sorry Colvin, but i'm not one of your adoring fans. Just tell me what you want, so I can go on my merry way." It was obvious she was irritated, perhaps it was because he had struck a bit too close to the truth. As he began to walk away she looked to Scorn in question. Did he too have some snide remark against her? She'd already been insulted, irritated and now left with a man who liked to eat kittens. She'd been awake but a short time and already she wished she had ignored the call.
Aphotic_Sluice: Coming to pause half way in the alley she turned and stared directly at Colvin, a ring of crimson rolling around her iris’ as she inspected his face for just a moment and then moved forward and in to the dim light of the street. Holding her arms over her chest she smirked and shook her head, “In search? No..I’ve been keeping up rather. And what business is it of yours sir? None..so hold your tongue and keep your attentions on the matters at hand. Do not strike at me because you have been rejected.†Glancing towards Satire she spoke of the moment between them before Scorn drew her attentions away. Snickering under her breath Aphotic inhaled gently and glanced down the side of the street again knowing Colvin would hold some lash out for her now more then ever. She was the youngest one present and yet had bigger balls then both men accounted for, this is what happens when you rule men day and night in battle.
Lord_Scorn_Darktide: "Another time then." Those words held so much yet were cast in such a small volume. Three little words that meant far more than any mortal or immortal alike could comprehend. A promise was a promise. And Scorn broke every one of them, but would he break this one? That stare, deviant iri' glistening with incendic red bore devastatingly past the surface, wripped apart any consensus of moral likings and taste. Scorn had spoken and this woman, like so many others found herself on the wrong end of the coldest stare known to man. The kitten was dropped at her feet. Simple as that before Scorn turned and began his slow descent down the street towards the very same corner his stalker had turned. Sniffing, breathing and feeling. The air was alive with her aroma. That erotic sensation of woman filtered his insanity. The beast with in was un-quenched. Quelled until now The DarkTide scratched to the surface, each step a harmonizing impact of things to come, from the slow paced stead of a quiet walk to the hastened stead of pale flesh radiated with red. Ooze constricted rashes destroyed the pavement, foot falls imprinting neigh a foot wide cracked whilst the simple swipe of one hand gutted the corner of a building, Satire if she watched his retreat would bear witness to such an event. And yet even so when he saw his salvation, his stalker, this woman of mysterious infatuation he slowed, heart pounding to quell, retreat the savagaery of lust into the temptation of mortal sin. The pale flesh retreated, the rashes gone, the cold insanity of his stare warmed into the calculating frenzy of a womanizer. HIS Aphotic was near. And COLVIN! was with her! Panting, shoulders rising, lowering, his form slouching, standing, crouching. His breath heavy, distant horrid. How it traveled, spanned the distance of this narrow street directly towards the pair. His hideous stench of sulphuric death, almost toxic in liquified air assaulting their presence. Colvin was with HIS APHOTIC!