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Clockwork +Capital of Progress+
By: Kayis Date: December 12, 2014, 11:50 am
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The beginning, and largest progressive city to currently hold
its home upon Airidiun. Home to the Most Progen
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Re: Clockwork +Capital of Progress+
By: Regina Lacetta Date: December 30, 2014, 5:53 pm
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Clock work may have been merely the capitol. Home to the mortal
Progens. But below the city was what Magaera had interest in.
Vampires had apparently lived in hiding among the Progens and
below the city they ran a night club that demons and firena and
demigods had found to be a fun haunt. Magaera was no exception.
She planned fully to visit there first. She looked down at her
new vessel and smiled. The girl was quite sexy, and perfect for
the party scene. Redhaired, long legged, strong build. Perfect
to hold her. She smiled and looked in the mirror of the restroom
in the club. Making a kissy face at her reflection. She was
free. And the first thing she was planning to do was party. She
made a name for herself even though it wasn't required. Calystia
Genallidaya. Yes it was an odd name but she liked it. Not that
she needed to hide herself. Tisiphone was dead. By her own
misdeeds...
Magaera left a crack in the floor as she passed over it. Anger
flowing through her. Alecto didn't want to be there anymore, and
neither did she. Why couldn't Tisiphone understand that? They
hadn't been called upon in so long to hand out punishment. So
why did they have to stay? Being the daughters of Chaos was such
a difficult job. While they weren't really daughters of Chaos it
had been a joke between them since the early years of existence.
Because of the chaotic way they came into existence. The blood
of their fathers severed penis when Chronos cut it off. Quite
disturbing really. She couldn't stand waiting for something that
would never come. No one even believed in or feared the Erinyes
anymore. "I can help you." She heard a voice whisper. She
turned to see a shadow in the corner....that shadow changing her
life that moment right then.
"Move." Magaera was shoved out of the way. A vampire shoving her
aside to wash blood off her hands. Magaera sighed. Not trying to
keep calm. She would not allow anyone to ruin her night. She
could have turned that pathetic creature into a stain under her
shoe if she wanted. Instead she turned away and walked out of
the bathroom, out into the club. It was dark and way too
crowded. They wore clothes that glowed and had something on
their mouths to make their teeth glow. Laser lights shined every
direction. Loud music playing over head. It was some sort of
song that had the beat of a ticking clock. Magaera could just
feel the music flow through her. Relaxing and enjoying her
freedom. She needed to find a bar. She wanted to try alcohol.
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Re: Clockwork +Capital of Progress+
By: Oen Date: December 30, 2014, 8:36 pm
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Club Detox was a generic name to say the least but what could
one except from low life vampire and half breeds, but poor names
be damned it was the best place for inhumans to go for a little
but of fun. He had come here often enough to be known, as he cut
to the front of the line of people waiting and simply gave the
large fire demon behind the red rope a slight nod before
slipping into the club. The club itself was like an other club,
a bar to the left, a large dance floor in the middle, a lounge
area in the back, and a stair case on the right leading up to
the V.I.P section and the mangers room. Noise drowned out any
hope of having a normal conversion, the flashing lights made
seeing just as annoying and troublesome, but one thing that no
amount of cheep perfume, or amount of booze could mask, was
scent. Most think scent is the smell on the skin, which isn't
completely wrong, but he could smell the scent of the blood
pumping through the veins of all around him, demons, vampires,
werewolves, you name it, no one could hide what they were from
him.
He stood just outside of the dance floor, wearing black long
sleeve silk shirt with the top unbutton, with black ripped
jeans. His piercing blue eyes scanning the room for any kind of
fun he could hope to find in a place such as this. A playful
smirk crossing his lips as he weaved his way towards the lounge
area towards the back, dancing and drinking would come after he
found his fun for the night, a fight, food, entertainment of the
flesh, what ever came first would suit him just fine. Getting to
the back of the club he turned and sat down in a red velvet
chair crossing his legs. A waitress walked over handing him a
glass of liquid before winking and walking off swaying her hips
playful. He simply tipped his glass with a playful smirk
watching her as she left from eyesight.
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