Crimson Hawk Hotel [Page 29]

Crimson Hawk love shack - Before the ball

Oh Enness was treated to a nice view alright, between the view and Jay refusing to let go, it made having a semi-reasonable phone conversation with hotel staff just a little bit of a challenge, which was probably his partner’s intention.

The sudden shift in the little woman’s mood at his question left him confused enough that he didn’t really have the time to take in the phone no longer being in his hand, or the view as Jay climbed over his back like a god damned spider monkey after she essentially screamed into his ear.

So he stood there for a moment and just blinked while she started rummaging around before finally responding.

“Uhh… Kay?”

Slightly irked that their team bonding experience got cut short, he didn’t feel like arguing when she looked like she was about to skin a b***h, and admittedly he was at least somewhat curious as to why. Instead he just shrugged and went to one of his own bags. Unlike Jay’s that had various types of clothing, his was pretty much all the same. Pulling out one of the multiple sets of black long sleeve combat shirts and combat pants, he quickly got dressed.

Looking over at Jay, he quirked an eyebrow before sighing. Digging back into his bag he produced a zip up hoodie that strangely appeared to be closer to her size rather than his, almost as if he expected something like this, and threw it at her. It was getting cold and he’d rather avoid having to listen to complaining about such as much as he possibly could.

“At least try to conceal the fact you’re about to shank someone in the hotel, dear.”

As if to emphasize his point, he tucked one of his sidearms under his shirt before heading for the door.

4th Floor Hallway

Maximos Wrote:

Little did he know things were about to get a whole lot weirder.

The pair were walking down the hallway, just passing by a maid that just happened to be a catgirl, when Enness noticed the ears on top of her head twitch and her head turn to look down the hall directly behind them. Enness wouldn’t have paid it much mind, he was sure those ears heard all kinds of things in this hotel his own human ears wouldn’t be able to. She probably heard plenty from their own room earlier. But then he heard a roaring sound, quiet at first, though quickly getting louder. Very quickly.

Curiosity getting the better of him as it was often wont to do, he stopped, grabbing Jay by the back of the waistband on her shorts to indicate he was doing so, and after looking which way the catgirl maid was staring, moved towards a window. A window that was starting to rattle as the roaring sounded like it was getting closer until it was so loud the window shattered. He got to the window just in time to see a blur of black and blue go past, travelling at a rather high speed in a generally downwards direction, but instead of being peppered with glass shards, it almost seemed like they were sucked out with the blur.

Enness stuck his head out of the now windowless frame to see a puff of black smoke clear to show a rather well dressed man, along with a sheet of paper soaring like a leaf on the wind. Given what had a tendency to happen at the Crimson Hawk, it wouldn’t be surprising if the man had been overwhelmed by repair costs and given up on life. Except for the fact he suddenly seemed to start sliding down the building, slowing his fall until he came to a slow stop feet first on the pavement below.

“What the…”

Watching as the well dressed man looked like he was trying to grab at the door just before it closed to cut off sounds of dishes and pans rattling around, Enness pondered for a moment, then shrugged his broad shoulders and quickly headed for the stairwell.

"You can go find that stray Dan guy if you want. I'm gonna go see what the ******** that was about."

He quickly cast a glance back towards Jay before disappearing through the door leading to the stairs.

Now one might wonder why he didn’t just hop out the window. The reason was very simple: Enness was human, therefore such an act would have been incredibly stupid.

So the big man took the much more reasonable option, running down the few flights of stairs, moving his way through the kitchen acting like he belonged, until he reached a door, which opened with a firm push on the bar across it. If the tall, dark figure was still there, he would be greeted simply.

“You looked like you needed a hand with something.”

Darkest Silver Wrote:

The Crimson Hawk: Sundance Suite - Before the Ball

The slime on the other hand was hanging from the chandelier with one tentacle while her upper body tried to make sense of a corset. In her life on Gaia she had been a guy, and honestly all the new 'rules' and 'musts' were slightly lost on the slime but, according to Hono they were essential. Fitting into the clothing wasn't an issue as she could morph her body around, there was the issue with fighting against gravity and the waving of said chandelier that the slime refused to let go of.

The other issue was that the woman below V was on something akin to a war path, and would not rest till everything was perfect. It had been a rather grueling disagreement about the Hawaiian style clothing the slime preferred and what this elemental bi.... woman insisted be donned for a ball. To this end V had reluctantly let go of her cloths, only fearing that they might be burned or buried under the abundance of garments that now littered the suite.

With a soft c***k of crystal hitting metal, V was off of the chandelier and spinning around in what looked like a skirt and some loose v-neck top that was on backwards. Accentuating body parts was still new to the slime, so getting everything on correctly also posed as a challenge. However the slime absolutely refused to take the cheeky heart shaped sunglasses off throughout the entire experience.

With a twirl, V admired her mismatched colors and outfit before removing it. Something was off about it, but that would be settled shortly... hopefully. Looking to Hono the slime just shrugged, not knowing what she was going to wear now. She'd been in and out of at least half of these outfits. Plopping down on a table with a slap of membrane against wood, the slime relaxed, who knew trying on outfits was so exhausting.

HonoRaven Wrote:

**Location: Crimson Hawk Hotel: Adamus Tomorrow's hotel room Time: *Evening [PRE-MASQUERADE]***

Having finished their meal and drinks Adamus had excused himself from the table, ignoring the face his sister had pulled, and made his way slowly back up to his room. His fingers twitched, static lacing between them as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, let himself in and then shut the door slowly.

The young man exhaled and rested his forehead against the wooden door.

Focusing on the rough wood against his brow Adamus squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply through his nose, the static that laced through his fingers slowly dissipating into fading sparks.

Standing back upright Adamus rolled his shoulders and made his way over to the desk in his room, sitting down a little more heavily than he intended to on the chair provided, causing it to creak and groan. The desk in front of him was littered with books: Some hand written and blotched with ink, others that contained runes and symbols. The book that took up the most space was currently opened on a map of Gaia with red dots and lines traced upon it. Adamus looked at this now, tracing his fingers over the lines until they landed on a familiar area *Leviathan Stadium*. His mind replayed the earlier conversation with Amelia.

Amelia Tomorrow Wrote:

> "Who gives a st what happened to him? He was an arse... Look. No one here is even going to know who we are. I mean, besides Juunikyuu-sama, and she's not said a word since the day she 'ported him away from the Stadium. Who in the world is going to know? Do you even know anyone here? Did anyone give a st when he left? No. Does anyone give a s**t now? No. We're nobodies Adamus. No one even knows we exist, let alone who our father was. So just eat your dinner, enjoy the break. Maybe we'll find out what's going on. Maybe we won't. But he doesn't matter. And he never will."

"Agh!"

Making a frustrated and irritated noise Adamus shut the map book with a solid thump. His breath hitching in his chest he shouted angrily, swinging his arm across the desk to scatter the books, papers and notes to the floor. They were strewn across the floor around his desk in untidy piles as he stood up abruptly and stormed back to the door, heaving it open with such force that the hinges creaked and slamming it shut behind him.

Electricity crackled across his tattoo but he ignored it and looking positively nettled walked in the direction of the stairs that would take him to the hotel roof.

They wanted the festival. He knew it.

"Reunion." The son of a demon child, Clash or now Magog, joined the other creatures at the band of the Hawk masquerade ball. He wore golden gauntlets and even arrived carrying an iron sword in his right hand. He started swinging from a light fixture on the ceiling by his left hand, wondering when the other guests would start arriving. "If I let myself become what I hate, then I really am no more than a puppet. Now I know what I must do to lead you to the Promised Land."

Opening chakras, Clash entered a state of deep meditation. He started charging up a large amount of chi (1).

Plasma Bomb (preparations: 1)

A white haired individual wearing the simplest of black clothing walked in. No words. Just hands in his pocket as he walked through the door into the Ball. The first place he went to was the appetizer table.

HonoRaven Wrote:

> The Crimson Hawk: Sundance Suite - Before the Ball

Through a myriad of dresses, suits, undergarments and some suggestive prodding and shaping the slime was finally in the satin dress again. The pair had gone through almost every article of clothing in the room, going over how to put on corsets, that one couldn’t just change their anatomy to make it not fit, that wearing a bra was optional but you had to have panties, and that hiding in a vase, vent or faucet was not going to save her from the dressing extravaganza that followed. Exhausted, and more like a puddle on the floor, V just kind of gurgled as she took comfort in the ottoman that she was clothing with one tentacle.

Hono had been far more… persuasive in her actions including but not limited to, fire, bribery, threats, demands, seduction, and something about the elemental plane of fire at one point. V shuddered remembering the moment when the woman had found out she could ‘sculpt’ V into different shapes. They had taken a whole hour with the woman reforming her and moulding the slime into different feminine forms that were terribly drastic, normally impossible for humans, and difficult to maintain with the volume of liquid compressed inside of her.

There had been one incident where she opened up and everything started to spill out over the suite. That had been a fantastic break for V, morphing back into an ameba like substance that just glooped around on the floor absorbing her mess back into her, but purging the dust out of her from the act took a little bit of time to make sure it was all out. Then they had gone back into the moulding and shaping of her body back to what it was.

Now though... well it was just about time to go down for the ball, but there was something about accessories and the like, the red haired fiend had disappeared for a moment into one of the connecting rooms to fetch something of note. The ottoman slowly scraped across the floor while the slime drew herself to slump on it. Her head upside down and vision inverted, V's entire body shivered out of reflex at the sound of feet approaching. Hono was kind and scary at the same time.

"My mistake," Clash said at the masquerade ball. He apologized for getting the white haired man's name wrong. After taking a few swallows of some coffee, Clash said, "Wow, you are really the infamous Jans Viper. I never would have guessed I would bump into you here. I am working on putting a team together before the tournament starts called A Gathering of Heroes. As a previous Heaven or Hell champion, I think the odds are good that if you joined me, we could win the big money! I hate to have to do this to you, but, did you know somebody placed a bounty on your head? I am a private investigator and I want to offer you a very simple ultimatum. Join the winning team and I will not try to collect the bounty placed on you."

Clash put his hands up for a high five. "Make your decision wisely, sirrah, for it may be your last."

The Ethereal Reaper Wrote:

> Clash put his hands up for a high five. "Make your decision wisely, sirrah, for it may be your last."

Ah, yes. The party may have been boring, but at least there was plenty to look at. Curves everywhere. Lovely, lovely curves...except some idiot was standing in the way of Rance's view.

"Hey! You! Move it! You're blocking my view."

A drink was pulled free from a nearby tray and hurled across the room, landing squarely atop the head of this whoever person.

"Now get lost."