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Loki's Lair - Formerly Divine's Lair
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Apr 12, 2014 08:13PM
Akira shot a glare to Kiro, telling him to shut it.
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Resisting the urge to slap him, Kiro leaned forward, his chest arching over the futon, nibbling the jam-filled crumpet.
"Hurry up," he told him, his tone sudden and quiet. "I assure you, I have better pastimes than watching you bitter rivalries."
"Hurry up," he told him, his tone sudden and quiet. "I assure you, I have better pastimes than watching you bitter rivalries."
He glared at him. "Why you little..." he snarled, launching at him and knocking them both off of the futon, slamming him into the ground.
Not to be outdone, Kiro, snarling and furious, bitter and resenting from his embarrassment, launching himself at Akira and slamming him into the ground, bringing his fist up to the light, and preparing to pound him in the face.
"Fucking Bastard.."
Leaned against the floor, his voice a low snarl, he pushed him further into the floor.
"Bastard.."
"Fucking Bastard.."
Leaned against the floor, his voice a low snarl, he pushed him further into the floor.
"Bastard.."
HE growled and kicked him off. "That's what you called me last time! Think up some better insults" he snarled, slamming him into the wall and punching him.
Grabbing his shoulders, Kiro, his upper lip seeping blood; black liquid; poison, span around and shoved him into the floor, his retractable claws flashing as he dug his hair-ridden hands towards his smooth freshly-knitted flesh.
It'll be fun giving him a few marks..
It'll be fun giving him a few marks..
He flinched, grunting in pain and uppercutting him in the jaw, turning to bite into his arm hard, sinking his teeth in deep and roll them over.
*click* Loki held a gun in his outstretched hand while the other held his wine. "please stop, I don't want blood on my furniture."
Akira of course didn't listen, continuing his assault.
Beneath him, Kiro, growling in pain, pushing his shoulders, slashing his stomach flesh to shreds.
"Goddamn Dog," he snarled, his upper lip pulling forward to reveal a set of sharp canines.
Growing increasingly white, his hair flowed forward and his eyes turned a fresh albino shade.
"Goddamn Dog," he snarled, his upper lip pulling forward to reveal a set of sharp canines.
Growing increasingly white, his hair flowed forward and his eyes turned a fresh albino shade.
Eyes wide and mismatched, losing their albino colouring, Kiro snapped his attention to Loke, gun in hand.
He started panting and rested on the futon, watching Akira, unimpressed by his tactics.
Hair, unusually white, became shorter and turned into a stout shade, his horns and claws retracting slowly.
Goddamn Dog.. he growled.
He started panting and rested on the futon, watching Akira, unimpressed by his tactics.
Hair, unusually white, became shorter and turned into a stout shade, his horns and claws retracting slowly.
Goddamn Dog.. he growled.
He yelped, rolling off of him and remaining still on the ground, his stomach healing, the bullet keeping his leg from healing itself. He grunted, ignoring Kiro's jests, he forced himself to sit up, blood pooling under him as he drew a breath and dug in his leg for the bullet, hissing in pain.
Loki looked glum. "now you go sit in that chair until you come up with that deal to blow my socks off." Loki said as he indicated a chair in the corner.
Becoming uninterested, Loki reached for the plate of tarts. "I appreciate your helpfulness," he told his comrade, but it was evidently clear from the Truth Serum that he was being honest and did appreciate their host's reluctancy to interfere.
Tossing the tart up, catching it and rolling it over between his fingers, inspecting it closely before sampling a taste, Kiro smiled appreciatively over the tea tray and the dining table at a hopefully equally unbothered Loke.
Tossing the tart up, catching it and rolling it over between his fingers, inspecting it closely before sampling a taste, Kiro smiled appreciatively over the tea tray and the dining table at a hopefully equally unbothered Loke.
He growled, stomping over to the chair and sitting in the corner, grumbling to himself, bullet still in his clenched fist.
Loki laid down on the couch and placed the arm holding the gun over his face.
Raising an eyebrow, Kiro watched closer. "Loke," he muttered, his accent creamed through a serving of tart, "you are bothered about anything?"
Akira was exhausted, slowly creeping over and laying down to sleep, stretched out like a dog at the foot of Loki's couch.
"I'm bothered by many things." Loki said as he placed the gun in his pocket. due to the truth serum they knew he couldn't lie.(is Akira still apart of the rp since he's asleep?)
(( yes. ))
"Well," said Kiro, shrugging his shoulders and pretending to be uninterested, "we always have our difficulties."
"Well," said Kiro, shrugging his shoulders and pretending to be uninterested, "we always have our difficulties."
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His eyes, natural red and blue, snapped to the attention of the new arrivals. Suddenly, turning immensely quiet and his voice sudden and casual.
"Friends," he muttered.
"Friends," he muttered.
"how the heck did you get it so quick?" Loki asked as he inspected the time turner with out touching it.
Akira opened his eyes like a cat, watching them disinterestedly and closing his eyes once more. Unable to get comfy, he hopped up on the couch with Loki, laying on his stomach on the edge, purring.
Pretending to be uninterested, Kiro, secretly inspecting the new arrivals closely, curious about the mysterious object they had acquired.
"Are we," he paused, suckling the jam off his fingers, "acquainted," he purred.
"Are we," he paused, suckling the jam off his fingers, "acquainted," he purred.
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Loki smiled and begun to pat Akira on the head as he gestured for the time turner. "i knew you would be a valuable asset." Loki commented
Obviously being ignored, Kiro began to get uninterested and turned towards his jam. Very Riddlesome.. but then we all are..
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He seemed to like that, purring again and keeping close to him.
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(Akira is a guy now curled up on the couch with Loki for some reason.)
Disgusted, Kiro watched the curious scene before him.
Well, he was a dog, alright..
Well, he was a dog, alright..
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Bothered, Kiro tried to acquaint himself. "Well," he muttered, "I don't suppose you are going to tell me your names," he motioned, "or are you going to surprise me.. ?"
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Spadez (or Kadyn), {{ The King of Reapers }}
(last edited Apr 12, 2014 09:13PM)
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((Hmm.. Sebastian, me, Yᴏᴜʀ Dᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ Nɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ { Lɪᴠᴇ Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ Mʏ Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ, Mᴏʀᴛᴀʟ }, Maveric then Daemon?))
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Misa nods in agreement.
Clearly not getting anywhere, he decided to ignore the new arrivals and leave his host to his business. He departed to the wine cabinet, selecting several bottles and pouring himself a glass, placing it on the counter and leaning against the futon.
Loki gave the time turner to a bunny girl and she skipped with it away to another room. "almost everything's ready for the ritual."
Akira was silent, continually purring, hoping to get on Loki's good side.
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