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Vampire District
yinsukin:
Scott
"Wishful thinking," he said, looking down at the building below.
It was small, covered in spikes but small. Even so, it felt like staring at a castle. Even outside it carried a menacing arua, at least to him. It didn't help that there were guards everywhere from the front lawn, the front door to the hallways inside. He could see it through the window. It was clear that the man enjoyed showing off his power to the residence here, or maybe he had as many assassination attempts done on him as Scott himself. Either way, this was a moment of truth for his spy career.
"Alright, i'll put my faith in you here. What do I do?"
Elf:
Forest
Someone's either really paranoid or oddly prepared, she thought as she eyed the building.
Forest nodded and said, "Well, I'm going to go through the front door, running and looking panicked. You do your James Bond thing and I'll try to talk to the Duke."
Break:
Nero
taking the demonic member, the empress attempted to bop her head back and forth, but found herself unable to due to the vampiresse's butt on the other end; breathing through her nose, she wondered how to work this challenge instead. Playing around the shaft with her skillful tongue, she decided to try using her two biggest talents to stimulate the demon, opting to try and get her enormous mounds moving through an irregular breathing technique.
"Pfumu! Tafhe fhis~"
yinsukin:
Scott
Scott swallowed, the gulp almost as loud as the words that came from his mouth earlier. "Good luck then," he said, running off of the side of the building. A small sifting noise accompanied his fall and he disappeared.
Beyond the event horizon that was the street separating the building, they were perched on and the city hall was an entirely different world. The lawn was empty, aside from a few guards walking around on the sidewalk. A path lead directly onto the glowing crimson deck in front of the entrance of the building. That deck was laced with pillars that were coated in enormous black spikes. On the deck, guards patrolled, moving back and forth, their fangs bared for all to see, just to show their aggression. It was clear that those who stepped inside without permission would be met with swift action.
The dark atmosphere provided a small window into the world inside, the lights pushing outward into the lawn. The same sorts of guards patrolled the inside, their fangs bared to show thier seriousness. It seemed even the hallways were guarded.
Elf:
Forest
Forest watched as Scott vanished and squared her shoulders.
Okay, time to play the damsel in distress, she thought with a sigh. She flexed her fingers and her nails sharpened and lengthened to serviceable claws. Claws she generally didn't use because she didn't want to cut through her hand while punching a bloke in the face. However, they were useful for what she planned.
She raked her claws down her chest, hissing as she bit into her skin as the black suit tore underneath them. Blood welled up and she repeated the process down her arm, her left thigh, and even across her face for good measure. Then she ran her hands through her up-do, going from artfully disheveled to full on rat's nest.
Even though she'd be healed by the time she got there, she looked like she had escaped a nasty scrape. Which was what she wanted to do. Nodding to herself, she ran straight to the front door, heading to one of the guards.
"Help, please help me!" she cried out, her own eyes glowing red as her fangs were displayed.
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