Akasha Romanus: ::It suited her, this grand hall with it's tier upon tier of seats, the ornate balconies with all their elaborate gilded decoration and rich, crimson velvet...in fact the architecture reminded her very much of her own home...before it had been reduced to rubble that was. Her bare feet made a dull padding sound as she proceeded along the isle towards her seat in the very front row, the damask,
Akasha Romanus: hooded cloak she wore trailing at her heels, the silk whispering enticingly. She had considered getting the box seat closest to the stage, the most expensive seat in the house, where she could watch in relative privacy, concealed from scathing eyes...but it would be so much more amusing to plant herself near the footlights so
Akasha Romanus: that they would shine unnaturally on her smooth, supple skin, the orchestra in the pit below her, drowning her in the heavenly sound of strings and the brassy cries of the trumpets. It felt good to be amongst a crowd again, surrounded by the quiet drum of human blood, as much a part of the music as the beautifully controlled voices on the stage...She allowed herself the luxury
Akasha Romanus: of a little smile, slender fingers brushing over the boned corset she wore, the garment holding her narrow frame so tightly that a human would have found it mildly painful at least. Ignoring the lingering feel of eyes upon her she sat down, arranging herself carefully, and slipping into silence as she waited for the rest of the audience to finish filtering in::
Erudition Nomad: :: Wistful, his countenance appeared composed, statuesque as he performed a great posture within that velvet-laden chair. An ankle crossed the opposite leg at the knee, as he overlooked from one out of numerous balconies along the right side of the auditorium.
Erudition Nomad: The chandeliers had been dimmed for the mood, the gown on the stage sung enchantingly. His pertinent gaze hung solely upon the woman singing, yet eventually those rich caramel twins opted a drifting attention, viewing many of the other balcony-
Erudition Nomad: goers. Narrowing, his sights had plucked out a certain figure of a woman, whom appeared strangely familiar. Using the handled opticals, he raised them to his façade, taking in a bit more of her. Replacing it back in his lap, he stroked his chin gently, adjusting a sable velvet tux-jacket, and running digits modestly through his goldenrod mane.::
Aeries Shaydouwn: :: The atmosphere of the opera was somewhat stuffy and dark, that loud theatrical music striking through the staleness in the air. The rather skinny woman in centerstage was bellowing at her song in A Minor, the crowds rather content with the skill in such a small woman. Normally, one wouldn't find one like such in a somewhat amateur grande opera theater. As t
Aeries Shaydouwn: he young lady rose into the crescendo of her song, the crowd started to applaud softly, as not to drown out the beautiful solo. A pair of incandescent cerulean orbs shot down from a vacant balcony onto the woman, before perfectly lashed lids covered them. The head of this silhouette on the balcony bent forward, silken strands of golden-brown falling over pallid shoulders. The cerulean blues opened up once again to
Aeries Shaydouwn: watch the leading male join in. A bead of sweat slipped down from her forehead, rolling off her nose andonto the body of a mahogany-colored violin. There was no reason why she brought it. She was hoping to play..But the amphitheater was not empty. A hand came from the instrument to her forehead, brushing away the trail of sweat, and a few strands of hair. Her head swooned backwards, eyes closing and a few
Aeries Shaydouwn: soft jingles heard from earrings. She was wearing a simple evening gown, silky black with a slit at the side that came up to her lower thigh. Her body shifted from the balcony rail to turn around and face the stage. Her head tilted to the side, that beautiful gaze blazing up once more. Operas weren't her thing. This place was too warm and stuffy. It stunk of new suits and old wood. This mix never went well together. Her dreary
Aeries Shaydouwn: gaze switched down to the orchestra. The third chairmen's A string was out of tune. A long elven ear quirked to the side as her arms lower from her stomach, the violin hanging from a slender hand. Her slender chest was moving up and down slowly as she breathed, strained breathing the only thing heard, due to the thick atmosphere. Her gaze ruptured from the orchestra on the figure in the front row. It was dear Akasha.
Aeries Shaydouwn: Maybe after the opera was over, she would have a small conversation with her..::
Litany of Souls: ::The maddening arrhythmic soundings of scores of human hearts was mercifully overcome, though not completely banished from existence, by the sound of the strings as well as the performer upon the stage. The decadent luxury was almost given form within the confines of the theatre, yet remained an incorporeal aura that emanated from each
Litany of Souls: small alcove, each theatre box, each being that sat upon those scarlet cushioned seats. It was not that she had ever been a stranger to the privileged life, as the favoured daughter, of her father, yet missing there were scant few amongst the many who had gather whom possessed true
Litany of Souls: regal majesty instead of pompous arrogance. When she it had been requested of her to accompany the frail frame of a prince to the occasion, she had been reluctant to comply, with good reason. She sat almost perfectly still, aside from the few breathes she still took, for the sake of furthering the façade of a living creature. The black folds of the silken gown upon
Litany of Souls: her were most pleasing to the eye, the bodice, though not as sickeningly tightly bound as the Lady Akasha's was not the least bit unflattering, though she was visible only to a few eyes, from the refuge of the opera box, her escort hasd spared no expense, as close as was possible to the performance that purveyed with her sapphire eyes with a bit of amusement::
Akasha Romanus: ::A pleasant change certainly, to be surrounded by culture, rather than the overpowering stink of the tavern, or the cool air of Armadeo's house, and contentedly, she settled against a seat which was too small for her...too small in comparison to the gargantuan Renaissance style she preferred anyway. The subtle faults in the performance , though obvious to her
Akasha Romanus: automatically, did not bother her by any great degree. Odd that someone usually so pedantic should let them pass without comment, but she was being slightly distracted. There were familiar presences around which she keenly sought to identify. Preternatural twins narrowing as she scrutinised faces, her lips pursed, smooth brow furrowed
Akasha Romanus: Silently, she sent her welcome to each, her surprise at their presences unhidden in the tone of that mental voice::
Akari Chapelo: ::It seemed at most times that under no circumstances would a creature such as Akari place herself in a less than comfortable atmosphere. Hundreds of greasy faces peered back at her from the gloom. Shabby clothing and paste jewles and filthy finery, skin like water flowing over crooked bones. A crew of ragged performers whistled and hooted from the
Akari Chapelo: gallery, humpback and one eye, and stinking underarm crutch from ages past, lack of showering. The upper-class singers even stunk with the rank scents of grotesque bodily fluids. Yet it had been well known that Akari never appreciated mortals for that very reason. They were imperfect; Not to say that she had been anywhere near perfection, though
Akari Chapelo: surely the thought of it wasn't too hard to concieve. Applause came immediately. She had been rather agile in her movements, passing for one of the many performers backstage. Eyes of a gleaming ebony peered past the plush velvet curtains, only a mere parted section, stage right. Calculating the hasty movements of the powdered female singer, Akari's
Akari Chapelo: lips curled and her face became similar to that of a gargoyle's. Suddenly there came an array of gasps, one after the other from a small crowd in the wings. A chortling little sound audible to the frontal areas of the house and finally the arm of a lifeless arm fell on stage, its owner only hidden behind the curtain's concealing view point.::
Aeries Shaydouwn: ::..Her eyes closed once more, nodding to Akasha, although she probably wouldn't notice seeing as they were a fair distance away from eachother. Her other hand crossed over to her other one, switching the long old bow from that hand to the one the dusty violin. The free hand now ran through her hair, finger pushing stray strands back from her porcelain face. Her eye
Aeries Shaydouwn: s opened once again to look back at the stage. A scent. It was faint..But somewhere on the stage. Her instincts brought her somewhere not visible from the seats, nor the balcony. As the curious little girl she was, she leaped over the rail of the balcony, falling rather gracefully down to the entrance isle of the opera. Her feet hit the ground with the softest "Clack" of her evening shoes. Her knees buckled her down into a
Aeries Shaydouwn: crouching position. She was careful not to crouch too far, or else she'd smash her precious instrument on the marble floor. Her body rose up to her fullest stature and her slender legs started to swiftly make their way down the isle. Ignoring the stares from the people at the ends, she swiftly made her way down to Akasha. She dipped down a few inches from her ear, and whispering with the European accent tainting her
Aeries Shaydouwn: words..:: Is it me, or is there an arm sticking out from the stage right curtain..? ::A hand lifted up to point to that..thing.. that was sticking out..::
Erudition Nomad: :: A wash of recognition, and an odd sense lured him to drop his elbows upon his knees, the slight quirk arising a faint dimple, breathing to himself calmly,:: Romanus.. ::Like a wave of wind, the whispers correlated along the front row, he himself took no note, and
Erudition Nomad: simply leaned back once more. Several individuals had disgustedly exited the Opera mostly quiet, whispering to others along the row what they have seen; luckily the performer could not distinguish any change, as the lights garishly shone down upon their faces. Rising, he placed both palms on the balcony railing, leaning forward a bit. He
Erudition Nomad: shook his head firstly, unsure of his own eyesight; whence a second look over, he could clearly determine the object, which sent the Operagoers from their seats. Simpering broadly, Damen acquired the clear-fact of another vampiric presence-behind the stage.::
Litany of Souls: ::The though far from perfect, the poor child's efforts upon the stage were worth her quiet applause, worth the soft murmur of a word of praise. She had long dismissed any regards for the audience, having paid them nothing more than a passing glance. Her absolute surprise was matched only by her delight when she became directly aware of Akasha's
Litany of Souls: presence. The earnest smile at her presence revealed only the scarcest glance of the twin ivory spikes to only keen eyes. Her eyes found Akasha amongst the others instantly, though she had wondered how she had been neglectful of her presence, though she had not long to meditate on the moment, her attention thrice divided amongst Akasha, the
Litany of Souls: slain figure that lay behind the curtain, and violently jarring protests of her company, to whom the slaughter of the poor girl was fairly evident, and was now standing, with the intent of drawing further attention to the death. She took only an instant to weigh the consequences of her actions before she had him silenced, forcing him backwards against
Litany of Souls: the aged woodwork of the box, backwards and out of sight. Her left hand silenced him quickly, whilst the other twisted about his collar. A silent grin added to the terror in his eyes, a grim revelation that brought no further need for her left hand. In a instant of calculated malice, she brought a solitary finger to her lips, suggesting that he had better
Litany of Souls: remain without sound::
Akasha Romanus: ::Akasha glanced up at Aeries, her body tense, rigid in fact, her tendons standing out strained as if carved from a solid lump of marble. She was not well pleased, in fact the annoyance was a tangible thing in the air, and her delicate jaw muscles were plainly apparent as she clenched and relaxed her jaw incessantly:: Your eyes do not deceive you...There is a limb there...severed...::She
Akasha Romanus: pursed her lips as she let her voice drift off, dangerously low, and hushed so that no others would hear her comment. It looked like her calm and pleasant evening was starting off on the wrong foot. Her mind scanned the thoughts of those upon the stage, finding them all full of thoughts of the performance...until finally she
Akasha Romanus: detected another presence, once she knew rather well:: I'll be damned...a second time...::She pounded her fist on the arm of her seat, splintering the wood:: If it isn't our dear Akari...
Akari Chapelo: ::Had it not been for the charming girls physical retort against Akari's choice of holding point, the limb would have never been dismembered in the first place. There seemed to have come a delightfully grusome jolt of bone fracturing sound effects, and finally the skin-held appendage twice removed itself in another manner. Flesh tore; exquisite red, pulpy
Akari Chapelo: muscles exposed at the root of her shoulder, where the joint had severed. She could quite easily fool mortals, move among them, and be the last suspected to slaughter, had they the choice to see her in the vicinity, anyways. The gasping stage-right had near been produced surely after Akari had made off through an emergency exit with the still-living
Akari Chapelo: body. She should have gone back for the limb.. but that would risk being seen. Imagine that: An ivory pale figure of cobalt tresses, tricked up with elegant black clothing ambling back-stage only to scoop up a bloody appendage and wander aimlessly out without a word. It would not have gone over well.::
Erudition Nomad: :: Whomever released the insatiable urge to quench behind the curtains upon the performers appeared a marvel to him. At once, he took a vicious second to memorize the moment. Whom was placed where, and what beings appeared unperturbed by the obvious slaughter of the individual behind the curtain. Lucky for him, his balcony was his own,
Erudition Nomad: any movement he made would not distract another being. This evening had rapidly irked his nerves, his once collectable mannerism entirely different. Feeling that intrigued sensation as he had felt upon introduction to the Femme de Romanus, he couldn't possibly be mistaken of the kindred presence. He himself obsessed over such sort, unable
Erudition Nomad: to define his wonders for the Akasha, even with quite the tender skill of poetry. Raising digits to his collar, he released a single button, and did the same to the jacket. Knowing that nothing should ever come to him, he removed himself promptly from the balcony, the curtain swinging gently behind him as he made his way to the stairwell.::
Aeries Shaydouwn: Mm. ::.. She backed off from Akasha's ear and looked about at the crowd. Quite a number seemed to have left in disgust. Atleast it reduced the stares. Her eyes ran back up to the stage. What thrill those people might find would be interesting. The arm already looked rather awkward
Aeries Shaydouwn: just bluntly sticking out. Still, the performers paid no mind to it. Her arms crossed over her stomach, the violin sticking out weirdly as her head tilted up to the ceiling. Would she find out? Or what? Her blue eyes danced back down to the stage. Now..More of the audience had started to leave as the crunching sounds could be audible inbetween the pauses of the singer and the orchestra. A golden brow quirked up, as she
Aeries Shaydouwn: looked down to Akasha..:: I think I'll have a look. ::..As she was saying this..The curtains closed whilst the man bellowed out his final notes. A few, seemingly blind people applauded loudly, as she made her way across the isle in front, to the stairs. Slipping in through the curtain, she took off to stage right, merely to find a few frightened girls and some blood, yet not a lot. Otherwise, it was actually rather clean. After a f
Aeries Shaydouwn: ew glances at the spot she shrugged and turned back to take a look at the stage.::
Litany of Souls: ::several suppliant nods in rapid succession came from the fellow, who remained suspended ever slightly in the air, his silence no longer directly coerced. Whatever had been in his now dilated eyes before the performance had turned tragic was now replaced by the mortal fear that he may soon join in the performer's fate. He struggled to compose
Litany of Souls: himself as much as he could outwardly, yet he could not soothe the fierce rhythm that now seized his heart. Indeed had become a flustered shade of red, as if all the blood in his soft body had fled to his face. A silent tremor struck him as she guided him ever so caringly back to his seat, she paused before she joined him, taking the small fraction of a
Litany of Souls: moment to tend to the few rogue locks of raven that had wrested free from the golden clasp as well as soothing the discord of black silk that was her dress. Such attire was not fit for such sudden exertions. She turned to the terrified creature beside her and, though at first he nearly fell from his precarious ledge upon his seat, gently attended to his ruffled
Litany of Souls: collar, as well as his shattered composure, with a graceful caress upon his cheek. Whether this was for the benefit of his frail sanity at the moment was dubious::
Akasha Romanus: ::Rather than follow Aeries, she sat silently fuming in her seat...in fact her expression was almost a sulk, making her appear much more like the 18 year old she had been at her time of death, than the timeless beauty she normally was. She knew well enough that the show would most certainly, not go on after what had happened, and was in rather a quanrdy as to what she should do. Having taken
Akasha Romanus: note of the young poet's departure from his balcony seat, she rose from her own, heading for the stairwell with the intention of meeting him at the bottom. Even as she walked, she quietly directed that telepathic voice, questioning, unsure as to whether the trouble-maker was still around, or if she had fled the area totally:: Akari....? Damnable girl, that was my first night out in years...no...centuries...
Akari Chapelo: ::Casually enough, a svelte hand crept out from what other place than the shadows. Ever-reflecting, magnificent fingernails of glass appearance shone like tin foil mirroring every garish light in the house. Nothing of blinding brightness, but noticably shining in their strike-out path. Her slender hand broke through the second curtain in route of a meddling elf's
Akari Chapelo: neck. She positioned herself behind an older costume trunk and merely reached around it in order to gain hold of Aeries. Penetrating voices inhabited the old one's preternatural mind. Well, what a surprise. Akasha had been the last individual Akari had ever expected to cross paths with. She would ignore it, surely enough. Having little to no sense of
Akari Chapelo: telepathic voices. Even as old as she'd been, Akari lacked several traits that Vampires in their centuries had possessed. Though instead of placing a mental block upon her thoughts, rather not prefering to anger whatever demons the invading voice possessed, she'd simply repeated the thought "Not now," thrice in her head.::
Erudition Nomad: :: Every slight slip of his toes from one step to the next tapped softly, the noise ricocheting loudly within the marble-walled stairwell. Slowing as he came towards the final few steps, straightening his velvet tux, taking his bow tie, and carefully wadding it into his coat-pocket, Damen's hand gently rested on the golden knob. The tip of his
Erudition Nomad: tongue curled up upon his upper-lip in deliberation to prolong the hush. Pairing those featherlike browns upon his current action, the other hand pressing kindly upon the door as he made his way through. Lifting his head, he recognized the approaching Romanus, her keen eyes narrowed in fury, she had seen the disruption first-hand he bet. His slight
Erudition Nomad: gaze could never appear nearly as menacing as her own, no matter his attempts. He dared not smile within this moment, no matter his joy of a second encounter with this splendor. Bowing his head gracefully, a hand brushed his own chest lightly. He spoke in a hushed
Erudition Nomad: Netherlander whisper, the obvious intrigue encircling those gentle embers.:: Good 'eve…Akasha, lovely to have such a run-in as this for a second time.
Aeries Shaydouwn: ::.. Her eyes narrowed as she felt a brief rush of wind at her neck, and then something tightly clamp around it. Her hand instinctively let go of the old violin as it came up to her neck. Trying to be careful not to break it, she put her leg out to the side, and it slid..or rather tumbled down. The scroll
Aeries Shaydouwn: of the violin caught on her leg as it started to roll off, and fell lightly forward onto the floor. Luckily nothing broke.. But the strings were probably completely out of tune. She grumbled lightly and flinched as Akari's hand tightened it's grip. She would have bent back to look at her..But alas..her neck was rather
Aeries Shaydouwn: occupied..:: What the hell? I didn't do anything yet! ::She growled lightly, her hands tugging gently at Akari's hand..::
Litany of Souls: ::Most reluctantly, the gentleman see had accompanied this evening, glanced to his side, to find Estella's set vacant of its occupant. She would suffer this fool for no longer. The evening was in shambles, and there was no possible hope of salvaging the opera, now that Akari had dismembered the lead. She was unsure whether the girl still lived. Abandoning her company for the evening, she had fled through the darkened corridor and
Litany of Souls: flew down the red velvet stairs of the marble staircase, each hand gathering the edge of her dress, her left hand held her shoes as well, permitting her a quicker step and a far more rapid pace. Her footfalls knew not a single faltering as she came to the last step, well in time to see both Akasha and the gentleman at the door. Her voice did not waiver, and she need not draw any breath to recover from her flight as she addressed Akasha.
Litany of Souls: Her voice was subtle, a whisper at any volume:: It was her, wasn't it? ::she need not name a name, nor did she even need to speak. She did not possess the ability of projected telepathy above that of a weak whisper, but she knew Akasha's abilities to be unrivaled. Undoubtedly Akasha knew of who she spoke::
Akasha Romanus: ::Akasha inclined her head towards Damen as he reached the bottom of the stares, and gave him a cursory once over, a rather tense smile curling her pale, bloodless lips. At Alucardia's arrival, she reacted in the same manner, too irritated to say much other that a brisk hello. The lines of her face spoke of her annoyance, hard and utterly ruthless, rather menacing in fact::
Akasha Romanus: Yes it's her...::She shrugged her narrow shoulders, as if to say "but what can we do about it?", then turned back to Damen:: The house is full of vampires tonight, my young friend. It isn't safe. Judging by your rush down here I assume you noticed the...detached limb, upon the stage...::Her lip curled in distaste as she folded her arms
Akasha Romanus: beneath her chest loosely. She ignored the "Not Now's from the mind she had enquired of, and growled softly to herself. So the minx was still around...::
Akari Chapelo: ::It had taken but a moment for her lethal grasp to tighten itself, wrenching fingers into that thin elven neck. Reason for her actions.. When had Akari ever needed a reason to do anything? In a fierce yank, she had reeled Aeries in through the curtains,
Akari Chapelo: propelling her form 'round the steel reinforced trunk. Hrm. Something that would hurt to have your head bashed into. Logically enough, there'd been a brick wall to her right which she used to effortlessly thrust the pointy-eared being into. Such an impact would cause back-lash or perhaps severe bouncing of the skull against the rock surface. Oh, such dispicable
Akari Chapelo: creatures elves were. Comparable to the level at which humans her placed in Akari's ranking system. They were not but what had been previously implied. Pointy-eared humans. Sorcery could have even been accomplished by those humans whom had reasonable mental skill. Pests. That's all they were.. She allowed a small chuckle issue from scentless
Akari Chapelo: breath.:: Of course you haven't done anything yet, darling. ::Her free hand was apparent at her side. Ever infamous impaling dagger within its grasp.:: And you won't be going anywhere for a while, either.
Erudition Nomad: :: Greatly overwhelmed by this second vampiress whom came from behind, he stood off to the side rather, so as not to provoke any such madness. His boyish smile appeared that of a drunken charmer, as he nodded plainly to Akasha.:: That I am aware. ::A brow rose as he nodded toward the stage, the players were increasingly realizing the plight of their
Erudition Nomad: dear comrade, yet attempted to disregard it for the time being.:: I believe we haven't much time before the bloody disturbance will have this performance ebbed. ::Those oh so expressive eyes drained any and all idioms as he noticed the slight scuffle behind the curtains, as the wind-currents disrupted the still forms as they hung from above. A rather
Erudition Nomad: domino effect to some extent shook the drapes all the way to the apex, he sneered.:: It seems your friend is still quite nearby.
Aeries Shaydouwn: ::. She growled as she was tugged this way and that way. She knew this trick all to well. For some reason people enjoyed watching her being thrown into the wall. Frankly it wasn't quite flattering..For the attacker of course. Her arms went up quick enough to ram into the wall, and to pillow h
Aeries Shaydouwn: er face. Sure..It hurt her arms..But otherwise. No. That trick was getting a little old. A hand instinctively came back around, grabbing a hold of the pale hand at her neck, and grabbed it tightly. Tugging it to the side, her intention was to break her wrist..that and crush a couple bones. As she was tugging the hand
Aeries Shaydouwn: away from her neck, the rest of her body swiveled around..Making sure that the hand wasn't on her neck anymore (Just so that she would not break her neck in the process). Her legs came up to execute a hitch kick/jump to Akari's jaw, before she leapt back into the brick wall and trotted off to the side..:: Geez..
Litany of Souls: ::She had once seen Akasha irritated, mildly, never to this extent, never to the extent that it had shown itself as it did now, upon Akasha's perpetually flawless face. She had taken a half step backwards, towards the stairwell, reflexively, though one step away would be of little use should Akasha decide to delegate her wrath. She gave pause to any other talk
Litany of Souls: of the subject, instead turning her attention to the young man Damen, wondering as she glanced him over what dealings he had with Akasha, that she should could him friend, and see fit to give warning to him. No matter. She spoke not another word as she her gaze flickered between the wrathful Akasha and the young man, who was charming, to
Litany of Souls: say the least. She stalked silently towards any aperture through which she might catch a glimpse of the conflict of which he has spoken of, since she had left with such haste that she had not seen Aeris be waylaid by Akari::
Akasha Romanus: ::Akasha watched Alucardia move towards the curtain in the hopes of getting a better view of whatever was taking place behind the it...and propped her elegant, slender hands on her narrow hips, heaving a rather dramatic sigh before staring blatantly at the red, velvet screen. Without warning, the great rail upon which it was suspended came falling down with
Akasha Romanus: an almighty crash upon the stage, fracturing the fragile timbers and barely avoiding impacting upon the other vampiress. And thus, the three were left with a perfectly clear view of what was occurring. Disapproving, Akasha shook her head, tapping her foot as if impatient:: Honestly Aeries you should have known better than to go
Akasha Romanus: looking for her on your own...::The reprimand was mild of tone, though her expression remained one of annoyance. She pointed along, armour ring encased finger at Akari:: You...are in trouble madame.
Akari Chapelo: ::Given the chance, Akari would have happily driven the sharp object she had brandished straight to its hilt into the elf's mid-section. Unfortunately, she had been stopped in her moment of near-glory as an authoritive voice siezed her preternatural hearing. She'd completely halted in all movements and bowed her head. Though arrogant and supremely cocky as
Akari Chapelo: Akari was, feeling fully self-supportive in the idea of capability to hold her own in a physical dispute against Akasha, however.. it had also been a little on the 'iffy' side. Rather remain in one immortal piece than torn into several or even perhaps obliterated, she had indeed stopped. Blame came into thought. If it had not been for Aeries and her childish meddling,
Akari Chapelo: none of this would have happened.. or further into the situation, if the lead performer hadn't struggled.. Her blasted arm would not have been sent on stage. An exasperated sigh was given. Cobalt bangs shadowed her onyx eyes so that there was an uncertainty regarding where she had been looking. There had been a long moment of silence. The house
Akari Chapelo: had been near empty now and all that inhabited the theater stood stage right. Akari frowned gently and with an unnoticable action, she'd reached out with that well-known vampiric speed and grabbed a hold of several locks of Aeries' hair, yanking on it viciously; Finally returning her hand to her side, assuming the gesture went unnoticed.::
Erudition Nomad: :: The abstained shock of the occupants within the auditorium was a given, most gawked, as they backed out. Others simply shielded their loved ones and took a haphazard exit. Taking a sturdy arrangement, crossing either forearm across his broad chest. At least one pro came out of the war. Anything of this sort seemed child play, the killing that was.
Erudition Nomad: Severed extremities and heads were of no shocker to Damen, whom had detached more than he could possibly enjoy. Juxtaposed beside a cylinder, he decided to observe from a distance, there didn't appear to be a requirement for his interference.::
Aeries Shaydouwn: ::. She rolled on her heels for a moment as Akasha came through the curtain. Oh dear. Her head tilted to the side as a hand came up to her head..:: Sorry Akasha. I should. But..Ehh.. Well. Let's just say I'm cruising for a bruising? :: It was a lame i
Aeries Shaydouwn: diom and she flashed Akasha a..well.. weak smile. Her attention then was literally pulled away from Akasha, as Akari yanked harshly at her hair. She grumbled lightly, her right eye flinching as that side of her head was tugged down. She rubbed her head and closed her eyes for a minute. Shaking her head she walked past Akari, giving her the same amount of immaturity as well. Her hand came up and she simply slapped her
Aeries Shaydouwn: in the back of the head..:: I won't point and go.. "Oooooo.. " Don't worry. ::. She hunched down a bit, tapping her foot lightly..Before walking to the side of Akasha..:: I promise I'll never do it again.. As long as you're not around. :: She blinked for a moment, before tilting her head to the side..:: Boy..
Litany of Souls: ::She braced herself, both arms clutching protectively about her face as sizable shards of the stage landed about her, some closer than others, one piercing the veil of silk and lapidescent flesh upon the outward edge of her thigh to draw forth a thin rivulet of ichor, a dark venal scarlet. The minor mar upon her had closed off as quickly as it had formed.
Litany of Souls: It was most obvious to her that she, should she wish to preserve her perpetual life, it might be wise for her to leave as immediately as possible, or at least to distance herself from the conflict. The cylindrical crater left in the stage left little to the imagination about what would have happened, had the massive curtain rod have landed upon the top of her
Litany of Souls: skull, instead of upon the stage. Turning about in three strides, her attention focused upon Akasha instead of upon her steps, she found herself bound to the stage by the edge of her dress that had been entombed in the stage floor underneath the weight of the bar. Ever as loathe as she was to sacrifice such beauty, she took only an instant for regret, and swiftly
Litany of Souls: tore as much of the dress as she could from the edge of the beam, losing only a slight bit of the fabric. It had already been ruined::
Akasha Romanus: ::Akasha watched the entire tableau with a brow arched, a look close to amusement on her face as each little exchange and ocurrence took place. It took all her self control to stifle the chuckle which itched to be released as she saw, albeit blurred, Akari yank on Aeries' hair, the elf's defiant counter attack, and poor Alucardia losing half of her dress. Silently
Akasha Romanus: she projected her thoughts to Damen, who was watching a short distance away:: Please tell me it isn't just me that finds this comical...::Ensuring the message would reach his mind only, she stepped forwards, smiling apologetically at Alucardia and making her way towards Akari with that swift, lengthy stride and eerily aphonous movement. There
Akasha Romanus: was something altogether ominous about her, as she came to a stop, significantly shorter than the other vampiress, but indomitable as ever:: Congratulations my dear you managed to disrupt a perfectly fine evening...Jessiah not around to keep you in check? ::She made it sound almost as if he were her guardian, a man responsible for an unruly child::
Jessiah Ramsus: ::He was all dressed up. Suit and everything, hair combed back and tied with an old black velvet ribbon.. He bothered enough to even bathe for the evening. He was disappointed in Akari, but it seemed he wouldn't have to keep her in line this time.. It seemed as though Akasha would be playing the "mother" role tonight, making sure the kids don't get into any trouble.
Jessiah Ramsus: His suit jacket off and hanging next to him on a rafter over the stage. [ Just can't drop a good cliche.. ] His cuffs unbuttoned, dress shirt untucked, and the top button undone as well. After all that work to get that stuff on.. He should have just came in his usual garb. The fact that he went out, alone, said enough.
Jessiah Ramsus: He looked down at the group with his jaded crimson eyes.. Always looking for a bit of drama to get rid of the constant boredom. But, he kept quiet.. He chose not to let himself be known to the group. They were Kindred, most of them atleast... They would notice his presence eventually.::
Akari Chapelo: ::A cool smile played gaily across those lush, pallid lips. Predatory as it might have been, the very tips of evil, pointed, little teeth shone from under her upper lip. Eyes narrowed almost defiantly in Aeries' direction, as she had still been upset about the little tap against the back of her head.:: Mm. I'll bet my
Akari Chapelo: guardian angel is somewhere about the world, or right above our heads.. ::The soft purring French accented voice of hers was but a whisper. Akasha's thoughts were ever so strong, they'd penetrated her thoughts without her having even tried. Still, those menacing thoughts of tearing the little elf-girl limb
Akari Chapelo: from limb had accompanied Akasha's on a side-note. There'd been a faint hissing to her voice as that undefinable glance fixed on Aeries, every so often returning to Akasha who had positioned herself mere feet from Akari. The urge had scratched ferociously at her from the inside, and finally she had snapped. Lashing out at the elf with full force.
Akari Chapelo: According to the exchange of glances, it would have been extremely difficult for her to evade such a swift attacking. She had aimed her weight to drive Aeries into a corner, near the ruins of curtain and other such broken things. Deathly cold hands wrapped about the elf's neck like a vice. Tightening more and more after each second passed::
Erudition Nomad: :: Dazedly, he grinned, which seemed rather unusual of himself, considering his inability to appear anything but vacant, or elation. Perhaps it was the time of day, or the fact that he was rather drained in general. By dropping his chin, several defiant locks dipped forward upon his forehead, and remained as he gently raised his head. A subtle pull on
Erudition Nomad: his upper lip once more as that grin had diminished; adjoining that was a twinkle in his eye, to set off the silver-tongued expression in response to Akasha.:: Indeed..:: Roaming, his gaze rotated from being to being, along the stage, simply watching from a close distance, he wondered how long before any authorities should arrive. Rimmed with a
Erudition Nomad: dark chestnut, those irises emanated a low-caliber sheen of rich honey, sparking with interest, at the new male arrival whom appeared to be the one De Romanus, spoke of.::
Aeries Shaydouwn: :: Rather bored, and taking note of Jess's arrival, she made one of those cutesy waves in a sarcastic way, before making a face at him. Right as she was lowering her hands from her face, she was driven into a corner rather harshly by that annoying pip Akari. One could probably hear her shout "CHRIST!"
Aeries Shaydouwn: before her words were strangled down by Akari's grip on her neck. Being taken by surprise, she looked pretty damn stupid, and sunk down a couple inches from the wall. Trying to recover from back injury..as well as a scarred ego, her hands locked once again on Akari's wrists, tearing them from her neck. Once
Aeries Shaydouwn: again taking advantage of her free legs, in a fairly simple way she flung Akari off of her. She hadn't done anything to Akari this time either, and was grumbling rather loudly for it too..::
Litany of Souls: ::She had returned Akasha's smile with a look of slight annoyance, both eyes narrowing ever so slightly, the both edges of her lips turned down slightly as she glanced from the ruined edge of fabric, for a moment it had seemed that the stage was to erupt into a massive conflict, necessitating her rather hasty actions, yet now they seemed ever in vain.
Litany of Souls: Fate is ever fickle, that such circumstances with inevitably fatal outcomes could erupt into a scene of such fickle comedy, then turn to violence once more, as Akari renewed her assault. Jessiah's advent could restore the calm serenity with which the evening began, or could prove to be a catalyst for ven further disaster. She had fled down from
Litany of Souls: the stage, from the renewed outbursts of violence, as well as shying away from the eyes of the others. Both slender hands ran the course of her raven locks as she unfastened the golden clasp from its stay, collecting each tress, gathering the mass of hair backwards and resting each hand upon her neck, each palm on either side whilst her slender digits kept
Litany of Souls: the locks of hair prisoners. She choose to speak not another word as she watched the evening further unravel::
Akasha Romanus: ::She couldn't help but scowl as she saw Akari fly past her in a blur...She'd let herself get distracted by Jessiah's presence above her, and even as she gave him a curt nod of greeting, the younger, sneakier vampiress had managed to evade her. Hissing at herself for being so careless, she was after Akari in a flash, snatching out with one hand to to grab hold of a fistful of her hair, yanking
Akasha Romanus: back hard to try and break her concentration. She did hate to fight in such a girly fashion, pulling hair and such, but she didn't want to hurt Akari, or provoke a violent attack upon herself:: Someone help me separate them...Good lord Akari leave her be unless you wish to end up with a bald spot! ::She snarled a
Akasha Romanus: little, glancing at the others and giving them rather desperate looks::
Jessiah Ramsus: ::Taking flight from his resting place up high, he flew down to the stage.. landing from such a height with a light thunk against the wooden floor. He made his way over to the group. Crimson eyes scanned over the situation while at a closer distance, it was all very amusing and it seemed that Akasha could not handle it all without resorting to some sort of violence..
Jessiah Ramsus: So Jessiah decided to be courteous and help her out. Upon reaching them, he grabbed Akasha by the wrist lightly to pull her hand away from Akari's blue locks. With Akari free, he picked her up and placed her over his shoulder.. Giving Akasha a smirk and a nod, as if to say "It's been nice doing business with you." He took her over to the other side of the stage..
Jessiah Ramsus: away from Aeries, and put her back on her feet. He gave her a little smile, a pearly white fang sneaking out from behind his lips slightly:: I think enough people have been killed tonight, we don't need to waste another one.
Akari Chapelo: ::A look of pure astonishment had been bestowed upon Akari's ivory, listless features. The cold, stinging sensation of a hand ripping at the strands from her scalp had been apparent suddenly. She'd winced and craned her head in the direction which her glossy tresses had been pulled towards. Tiny
Akari Chapelo: lined formed around her eyes as they had squinted, making her face appear to become tainted with animation. Yet still she had refused to cease in attacking Aeries. There came relief after moments passed and Akari had found herself effortlessly picked up over one's shoulder, as thought she'd been
Akari Chapelo: a miniature poodle, or something of scant weight. Eyes opened in surprise and her entire expression changed completely. Go without a fight? Of course not. Not Akari. She'd wriggled about over the kid-napper's shoulder, thrusting this way and that, until finally it became useless. Her feet had found the floor eventually, and the identity of her kid-napper
Akari Chapelo: had been revealed. Senses perked and she stood baffled before Jessiah. Regaining composure, she'd been tempted to slip her arm around his waist and mimic his previous actions. Instead, she had fallen forward and embraced him tightly. So tightly, a mortal's torso would have been easily crushed::
Aeries Shaydouwn: :: A slightly harassed looking Aeries gave a mumble of "Thanks" in appreciation to Jessiah for taking Akari away from her. She closed her eyes lightly, banging the back of her head mindlessly on the wall lightly. A day in the opera had turned into a day in hell. She'd been thro
Aeries Shaydouwn: ugh a lot worse, but this was just plain pathetic. She felt like some owner being scratched up by some unruly kitty cat. Her eyes opened lightly, her head continuing that absent-minded banging, until she actually considered something. She quickly shouted a rather obscene word, and darted from the corner, nearly falling back down in her haste. She dropped to her knees by the rubble of the curtains and started
Aeries Shaydouwn: shove broken objects out of the way until she reached what she dreaded would be there. There, her mahogany colored violin lay smashed completely, strings snapped and curling at the edges, the scroll and fingerboard snapped completely off of the body of the violin, pegs lying about the shattered pieces. She whimpered somewhat loudly and her head dipped down into the broken pieces of her precious item. Even
Aeries Shaydouwn: the bow had been snapped, and the horsehairs lay curled down near the frog of the bow. Her head hit the ground with a thud, her golden hair falling over her shoulders and covering her face from view. She banged her head senselessly against the floor some before she whimpered again, her hands clawing at her stomach
Aeries Shaydouwn: with anxiety..::
Erudition Nomad: :: Striding efficiently forward, he took a seat a little closer, smiling mildly, yet for once the sincerity was lacking. This all seemed so normal, casual even. One thing was entirely clear; nothing could ever be dissuaded so austerely. If any one word, made
Erudition Nomad: choice from the younger Elf female, a momentarily distracted carnal vampiress would easily reform her own back to where they started. Secondly, it was clear that Akasha would more than likely take such actions from the other new arrival, as an insult. Only an assumption he thought--as a slim tongue caressed his bottom lip fleetingly, eyelids
Erudition Nomad: sinking tenuously. Clenching his jaw, either mortal ear perking to the sudden patter of footsteps within a remote part of the hall. Shaking his head, he rose, bidding Akasha a nod, mouthing "Adieu", warily. Dexterous footing, his head lowered to view his footsteps, he faded into the darker corners, the thump of the door heard in echo.::
Akasha Romanus: ::Akasha gave a faint sigh of relief, viridian twins drifting upwards as if to thank the higher power that she had no belief in. To those close by, the string of Latin profanities would be plainly obvious, for though quiet, she made no attempt to hide them. Her arms hanging limply, slightly pendulous at her sides, she watched Jessiah transporting a reluctant Akari away
Akasha Romanus: from Aeries, and the latter scrabbling amongst the rubble a short time later. Curious she approached behind her silently, peering over her shoulder to see what she was looking for. She recognised the ruined fragments automatically, and couldn't help but grimace. It had been her doing, bringing down the curtain and rail like that, and she felt
Akasha Romanus: distintly sorry for it:: I'm sorry my dear...My stradivarious is yours if you wish it in replacement. ::She laid a hand gently on her shoulder, consoling her briedly, her hand all too hard, and yet inobtrusive. With final nods to the others, she swept out of the auditorium, not bothering to look back to see what would happen, simply intent on returning to her blessed peace and quiet::
Litany of Souls: :: Jessiah's very appearance seemed to be enough to pacify Akari's murderous impulses. The mighty Akasha de Romanus reduced to pulling hair? The situation had become far too comical for her to worry about such matters as life or death, none the less keep a straight face as she had watched the svelte Akasha mete out justice with one hand clamped firmly about a fair portion of Akari's splendid hair. The laugh that escaped from
Litany of Souls: her throat was as subtle as her voice had been earlier, as she spent a moment in reflection on the events that had transpired, a rather wistful look was she glanced towards Jessiah and Akari. She had delayed herself here long enough. She raised her hand and the edge of her lips parted company, as if she were to speak, though she thought better of it and
Litany of Souls: merely waved a farewell as she turned from the stage, each foot falling with silence as she left from the opera theater to return to the brilliant midnight veil of stars::
Jessiah Ramsus: ::He squeezed her back.. having not seen her in some time. He kissed her on the top of the head as he held her and took in a few sighs of relief. He slipped inbetween her and his chest to give her a passionate kiss on the lips, holding the embrace just as long as he hugged her. Taking a few looks around, he decided that with everyone leaving.. maybe he should find somewhere else to go.
Jessiah Ramsus: He spun around and propped Akari up on his back, whisking her off to somewhere more private where they could "talk..:: [ >.> ]
Aeries Shaydouwn: ::..With both her violin and her house broken down to smithereens, she felt useless anymore. Pathetic and poignant she was at his moment. She silently waved off Akasha, and mumbled something that wouldn't be understood. Her mind drifted from the sounded of exchanged kisses between Akari and Jess, and back to her violin. She shivered ligh
Aeries Shaydouwn: tly and figured she'd just sleep there. She willowed off to one of the corners and curled up in a fetal position, sleep closing those eyes::