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What appears to only be an abandoned, run down warehouse to the untrained mortals eyes is to Fae eyes a lovely bed and breakfast, almost New England in style and charm. (This is a Changeling Chat Room)There is somebody else here The most recent statement was made 13 seconds ago.
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Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): *makes her way back around from the back of the bar sipping her drink*
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: *a loud rumble and roar of a V8 engine echoes in the night, approaching the deck, screeching to a halt and revealing the source as a gleaming customized Mustang black like the deep shine of a grand piano, moonlight dancing in the mirror deep finish... out of it steps a 6'tall pale man with a perfectly gelled fauxhawk and black sunglasses as reflective as the car's vinish, his hair and clothes the darkest if inky black against his bone white skin... the trenchcoat flows like the cape of the Batman, concealing the deadly killing edge of twin kitana blades, his boots leather and as black as his heart, expression as cold as the night itself*
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: *gen 5 cha 6 brooding app 6 gothik*
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: *strides to the bar as silent as the breeze across Lake Smithville, never quite actually touching the ground, and orders a Bloodwyne (tm) from the gloves, and does not seem to notice that they've served him the vile concoction known as Bud Lite with Clamato*
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: *as he enters, the jukebox automatically begins playing Rob Zombie's Dragula*
Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): *eyes move to the man and nods to him, studying him for signs of glamour* evening
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: *definitely chimerical, something so ludicrous couldn't possibly actually exist*
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: *nods to her* Of course it is... the sun never shows its wretched face in this bastion of the damned. As well a demoness like you should know.
Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): *kathy's been around this town a bit too long... she's seen worse* that what vitamin D pills are for. got to keep away from depression
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: *opens his black leather studded wallet to pull out bills to pay for his drink, revealing a blackened steel shuriken from the finest of Spencer's selection of mall weaponry and a condom whose packaging bears a "BEST BEFORE 4/1/1993" date stamp*
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: How can one see the horrific state of this world and not fight despair? The human sheep so desperate to pretend anything at all is alright, knowing with certainty that their prayers go unanswered by a god who sits in the pink stained stagnant water of his own bathtub with a rusted razor clenched in one rigor mortis claw.
Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): *sips my drink a moment* you bring them hope, you make their lives better one neighborhood at a time. you inspire the glamour that they try to snuff out
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: I would imagine a succubus to say such things... after all you are the embodiment of men's dreams. It is my role in the symphony of the night to bring dreams to an end. I am the death that walks among the living, the cemetery mist to chill the bones, the reaper's scythe made manifest.
Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): there is glamour in fear as is there glamour in pantomime but as in all things one can not lose themselves in things
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: How can one not? When the endless nights are all the same, even the blood begins to lose its taste after so long, it seems like years since I even drew these kitana blades, folded 666 times each and quenched in the blood of virgins --actual female virgins, not sweaty men around tables with dice.
Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): blood spilled in violence is waisted blood
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: One can drink from a severed neck as readily as one still intact.
Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): mmm hmmm... *rolls her eyes at the thing and sips her drink*
Corvus Bludnicht ~90s! vampire?~: I could show you, but there's no one else here and your face is too pretty to detach from that sinful body. Satan himself must have sent you to claim an army of souls for him.