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Duped
« on: June 05, 2019, 01:11:37 AM »
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It hadn't taken Nadia much digging to find the name and address of the healer. She was a newly-minted District Leader after all, and a few nights, She and Pierre found themselves at her front door.

Despite he fact that Nadia had told her lover they were headed to Venture.

At the dark and questioning look he gave her when the hired car pulled into the drive, she merely shrugged and adjusted one delicate gold bracelet. "Well, you were never going to get that burn taken care of yourself, were you?"

"IT WAS MORE FUN IN HELL," read the gilded letters glittering back at them from above the front doors to the Parlor.

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Re: Duped
« Reply #1 on: June 10, 2019, 11:24:35 AM »
Up until the moment they pulled up to the building, Pierre had been enjoying his time with his lover immensely. In the two weeks that they had been reconnected, they had fallen very much into trusted routines. He had made it a point to spend every moment he could with Nadia, ignoring phone calls and business meetings with the family - with the obvious exception of that grand fete at the Penbrook Estates which he had already told Damien he would be attending. Before the car pulled up to a large building that Pierre hadn't recognized, he had been playing with Nadia's slender fingers lovingly, trying to immortalize them in his mind for when she left him.

Pierre looked out the window as the car stopped and threw a very confused and suspicious look back at his lover. His gaze narrowed as she stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door without him, indicating that he follow. "Really?" he said with an annoyed flare to himself the instant she was out of the car before getting out himself. He should have figured that she was up to something when she had made plans for both of them without his knowledge. Pierre scowled as he stood next to her on the doorstep and read the sign hanging. With demonstrated annoyance, he pulled the door open for her and waited until she entered before following her in.

Large and glamorous, the place certainly wasn't what he was expecting a witch to live in - he had fully expected that the creature live in some hut with a swamp on the edge of town. He looked around in suspicious wonder, taking in as much information as he could. Everything seemed to be normal enough. There was a check-in desk nearby with no one there. He contemplated his options before turning back to his companion.

As his gaze fell back on Nadia, the wonder dropped from his expression to be replaced with irritation with a side of nervous humor. "You're running this little show," he decided, with a gesture towards the desk, "therefore you can do the honors."
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Re: Duped
« Reply #2 on: June 10, 2019, 12:44:30 PM »
“You know I hate feeling like a nag.” Nadia was dressed for a night out in a little black dress with a plunging neckline and fringe embellishments that brushed her knees as she walked. Her shoes were tall and severe and had blood-red bottoms. Her heels clicked sharply on the freshly-shined floored they approached the desk, her a few steps ahead of Pierre. She spared the lobby an appraising glance; it was a lovely building, if baroque and outdated for her tastes.

There may have been no-one at the desk, but not nothing. An aging pug dog rested in a the dog bed equivalent  of a fluffy pink throne. As the pair approached, it regarded them dolefully. After a moment of waiting, its mouth dropped open, tongue lolling, and a voice Pierre would recognize piped out as if from a speaker, “Nadia Dominik? Welcome to the Parlor in Purgatory. I’m Sabrina. I’ll meet you both in the study, through the door at the top of the stairs.” Message imparted, the dog yawned hugely and settled back into its bed, totally unphased.

After wiping the shock from her face, Nadia regarded the dog with an air of distaste for a long moment. Once it began to snore, she seemed satisfied the no more words were forthcoming, and lead Pierre up the grand staircase and through the tall door there, which was surrounded by photos and paintings of empty rooms.

The room beyond was spacious and warm, dominated by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and n imposing mahogany desk — behinds which sat the equally imposing figure of their host. Sabrina smiled gently as they entered, and the smile widened as she recognized Pierre. She rose to greet her guests, holding out a hand for shaking over the desk, “Nadia, welcome. Pierre, so good to see you. I was hoping you’d pay a visit soon.”

Nadia nodded and clasped the offered hand in a brief shake. Her expression was aggressively neutral.

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Re: Duped
« Reply #3 on: June 11, 2019, 04:23:07 AM »
He watched the dog as Nadia approached and thought nothing of the dog opening its mouth. Until a voice that was vague enough to him made him look around and then look back at the dog, who kept eye contact with them the entire time. And addressed Nadia by name.

"Jesus!" He startled, taking an abrupt and terrified step away from the desk and the dog. Adrenaline pumped hot into his bloodstream for the briefest of seconds and then cooled as he realized that it was a spell of some kind, throbbing painfully in his chest. He missed the entirety of the dog's statement and the meaning of the words, including the witch's name. When the dog stopped talking and settled back down, Pierre laughed nervously, stroking his face downward and hiding his mouth in his palm. If there was any moment in which he doubted whether this adventure was a good idea, it was this moment. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He gestured pointedly at the dog but made his comment target Nadia.

As Nadia turned to go up the stairs, Pierre looked incredulously after her. "You're not actually going to listen to that thing?" When she ignored him and continued, he followed irately at a jog, choosing to be with her rather than face the rest of the hotel lobby alone.

He held his breath when he entered the witch's lair, only to be surprised to not find a single swamp waiting for them. Instead he found the impossibly tall District Leader of the south sitting at a desk before them. "Oh," he said stupidly upon recognizing her. All the pieces began to click into place and he tentatively relaxed himself. Sabrina. Yes, she had greeted them downstairs. Hers was the voice transmitting through the grumpy-looking old dog.

"Saint Sabrina," Pierre said with as much attempt to save his own face as he could possibly in the queer situation he found himself in. He shook the demoness's enormous hand and felt suddenly very childlike. So Sabrina was the witch who could supposedly heal him? At least he was vaguely familiar with the person before him. At least if he was killed in the process, it was someone notorious enough in the city that he may be avenged. But as impressive and intimidating as her height and presence was, her gesture and touch was more reassuring than anything he could have ever expected. He began to regret his thoughts and feelings towards her house. "I didn't imagine that I'd be seeing you again so soon."
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Re: Duped
« Reply #4 on: June 12, 2019, 01:31:40 AM »
“I, for one, am beyond pleased to see you,” Sabrina smiled benignly before gesturing at the twin green velvet armchairs across the desk from her, “Please, sit.”

Nadia sat daintily on the very edge of the chair, eyes fixed on their hostess. Sabrina was a causal counterpoint to the vampires, wearing  a simple navy dress that hung off her shoulders. Her platinum hair was done up in a messy bun, and a thin silver chain adorned one wrist. Her long fingernails were painted their customary black.

“Nadia, you said your paramour was in need of healing services, correct?” Nadia nodded, content not to speak for now. She’d got Pierre in the door, hopefully that was all the prodding he’d need.

“Wonderful. Pierre, would you be willing to tell me the nature of your injury?” She assumed it had something to do with why he smelled so strongly of old, charred blood, but it would be rude to say so.

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Re: Duped
« Reply #5 on: June 12, 2019, 08:24:42 AM »
Pierre remained standing, gaping at Nadia for her plotting against him behind his back as if he were some kind of stubborn child and she had to make his appointments. Internally, he fumed at her, thankful for the mental brick wall that kept him safe from mental attack. He closed his fish mouth and looked back at Sabrina as she addressed him, feeling suddenly self-conscious about his injury. Pierre rubbed the back of his neck unconsciously and stumbled into an explanation of what he remembered.

"I was burned by a some kind of demon while hunting him. I-I..." He looked down at Nadia, whom he had never fully explained the situation to. "I got too close to him and he, uh, could turn himself into fire. I had him by the throat and he, uh, kicked me in the stomach, from about mid-ribcage to navel." He looked away from both women as he relayed the message. He definitely didn't like saying it in front of Nadia. It was an idiotic move to grab Laurent by the throat and try to kill him. He had felt so cocky, so powerful against him... until this. "That was several years ago now..."
Oh my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.

The Hermit (Damien)The Devil (Nikolai) | Justice (Pierre) | Temperance (Quinn) | The Empress (Zoheret) | The Star (Levinia) | Death (Monet)