forum Fancy Deaths (Reboot) (Closed)

Started February 23, 2023 by @DancingWithMyDemons business

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Floris awkwardly pat the woman's shoulder, trying to comfort her a bit. "It's okay, I was distracted as well, don't worry."

Floris shrugged at the comment from Reyna, smiling a bit. "It's alright, I'm sure there are few who aren't very educated," He turned to Claude, his smile turning a bit more real, though leaning to be a tad flirtatious when it came to the vampire. "Ah, I combine magic and science, recently I've been working on a salve that takes components from healing spells and mixes it with actual medicinal knowledge to heal wounds without exerting ones own supply of mana!"

He was so caught up in his explanation that he barely noticed the woman bumping into him until he felt the weight of another being against his side. "Oh dear, are you alright?"

Reyna narrows her eyes.

"Oh, I think you may be the uneducated one." she smiles, though the smile was sharklike.

She steps right up to the snooty Duke, invading his personal space so thoroughly that it was beyond disrespectful; she places her lips right next to his ear. "Trea Merlocke does not take kindly to being insulted by a simple-minded nematode such as yourself. Check yourself before I check you."

She steps back and smiles graciously, as though she'd let Floris in on a secret. She knew that everyone in every kingdom had at least heard the whispered rumours about the Shapeshifter Union's most feared assassin.

Floris chuckled a bit, seemingly unphased. "You think I care about whatever threat you're attempting to make? Miss Trea Merlocke? I have a lot more at my disposal than one such as you could imagine." He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Now I usually don't make threats, but I suggest you move further back before I make you a bloodstain on this pristine marble." The Pact-blood hummed before the other stepped away. He had no fear of death, not after what he had been through in order to prove himself to his mother.

There was so much happening at once it was getting a bit difficult for Claude to process it all. Damn it all, he could feel the liquor starting to dull the edge of his movements now, well on his way to being drunk with the way he had been guzzling the rum. As if it would somehow help that problem, he continued to sip on his wine as the scene got more chaotic. It didn't go unnoticed that Reyna had failed to answer his question. He would get the truth out of her one way or another.

But as for the Duke, he had been genuinely interested in his explanation when the woman had crashed into him. Did his fun always have to be ruined? Perhaps if he could get the man alone, this might prove to be a much more interesting evening. As Reyna ducked in close to Floris, a slight brush of jealousy made its way through Claude's veins. Why did she get to have all the fun? He was really starting to dislike Reyna. First try to play him for the fool, then make comments which could easily be about Neo, and now this? She was quickly getting on his bad side.

After giving himself a moment, he turned to the newcomer. The woman seemed a bit flustered. "Sorry that you had to walk in this disaster of a conversation," he said haughtily, with an annoyed glance at Reyna. "What was a drinking competition is slowly derailing into…this. At any rate, I hope you're having a lovely time."

"I don't make threats. I make promises, Duke." Reyna snorts. "As for your resources, my people have been monitoring them and you since we heard about your little. . . trick with that funny little stone you found. By the way, the leader of the Shapeshifter Unions would like that back."

"As for your threat, I'd love to see you try. It's been a while since I've had a good fight." she growls, shifting to her true form - in its full 7'9" glory and white radiance.

Eilwyn looked up at the taller man. She was just about to walk away but she couldn't really ignore him, could she? "Well, it isn't the worst night I've had." She replied, smiling. It certainly wasn't the best night either, but she'd had worse.

She tilted her head a bit. "I'm sorry have we met? You seem familiar." She was sure that she'd remember speaking to him. Maybe she had just seen him from across a room once?

Claude smiled a bit at that. Perhaps she had met someone else from his family, or had heard of them. Finally, someone who might respect the Laurent name. Maybe this night was looking up. "I don't believe so, but I do have a well-known family, so perhaps you have met one of them. I do have two older brothers." He chuckled at this, finally back in his element of polite conversation before noticing Reyna was shifting. Was he hallucinating? Was it the rum? Dear lord above, what was this night becoming?

"Am I seeing things, or did she just shift? I hope we're not about to have a fight on our hands," he mused, glancing back at Reyna again before looking at his conversation partner. It really would be a shame if the Duke's pretty face got bruised. Though Claude didn't doubt the man could hold his own. Maybe seeing him fight would be hot. Yep, the rum was getting to him. He should really abstain from drinking any more. He took another sip of his wine in direct contrast to this thought. Claude wasn't exactly known for being very healthy or stable. At least the wine was something tangible he could focus on.

(Name: Diane Astor
Age: 27
Title/Rank/Wealth: Demonic Princess of the Underworld
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Species: High Ranking Demon
Appearance: Diane looks quite similar to her half-brother, with long back hair that falls glossily over her shoulders, with the same horns, just curled. Her eyes, though the same color, have black sclera where the white should be. She stands at around 6'7 or so, with a much taller full demonic form.
Clothes: She often wears formal attire, usually in deep reds and golds, with the occasional black.
Personality: Diane is the definition of vice, she's flirty, convincing, and dangerous. She can convince a blind man to see and she can flirt her way out of a maze.
Other: She's the daughter of the Empress of Hell, and Floris' half sibling ((She's very protective over him))

(I call dibs ;-;)

(BAHAHAHHA)

Claude smiled a bit at that. Perhaps she had met someone else from his family, or had heard of them. Finally, someone who might respect the Laurent name. Maybe this night was looking up. "I don't believe so, but I do have a well-known family, so perhaps you have met one of them. I do have two older brothers." He chuckled at this, finally back in his element of polite conversation before noticing Reyna was shifting. Was he hallucinating? Was it the rum? Dear lord above, what was this night becoming?

"Am I seeing things, or did she just shift? I hope we're not about to have a fight on our hands," he mused, glancing back at Reyna again before looking at his conversation partner. It really would be a shame if the Duke's pretty face got bruised. Though Claude didn't doubt the man could hold his own. Maybe seeing him fight would be hot. Yep, the rum was getting to him. He should really abstain from drinking any more. He took another sip of his wine in direct contrast to this thought. Claude wasn't exactly known for being very healthy or stable. At least the wine was something tangible he could focus on.

Eilwyn shook her head. "If you're seeing things, than so am I." She stared at the woman in awe. She'd never met a Shapeshifter in person before, not to mention one that was this pretty.

Floris was just about to say something when he heard someone clear their throat and- Fuck- Yeah he recognized that, especially the anger lacing the air. He sighed and didn't even turn before saying hello to his older sister. "Hello, Diane." He muttered, finally turning to look at his sister.

Diane was… Well, she was fucking scary, her red eyes lit up in fury.

"Who. Threatened. My. Little. Brother." She growled, eyes glancing from each person in the circle.

Reyna lifts a casual eyebrow at the new woman. She's short. But she looks powerful.

"Look no further." she says. She steps towards the woman. "Why? Are you looking for a fight?"

"Diane, please-" Floris got cut off as Diane cracked her knuckles.

"Maybe I am, are you looking to be driven into the floor for making my baby brother even a bit uncomfortable?"

"Diane, I can fight my own battles-"

"Hush now, baby brother."

"To be fair he's a bit of a numbskulled milksop so pardon me for trying to put him in his place, ma'am." Reyna snorts.