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Posted | 01-01-2018, 01:03 PM

It had taken her a few months and some serious looking before she'd finally found a building that suited her needs. Three stories tall - the topmost being her new (secondary? primary? where would she be living the most now?) apartment, while the bottom two were brand new gallery spaces.

She'd recreated The Room, of course, and had a separate room with brand new booths, including the fully tested Null Booth, which she was excited to unveil properly. Those and four fully curated room experiences took over the entire second floor, which left the bottom floor for the smaller exhibits. She'd head-hunted a lot of new talent for this opening, and even the lobby had works of sensory art on display.

Sylvia walked the new gallery, Haros in humanoid form wandering along behind her. They were both inspecting tables and lounges: some temporary, some not. Things were almost ready for the midnight opening of the new gallery. She'd felt New Year's was a good time to open and celebrate. There would be champagne and hors d'oeuvres, of course - a gallery opening standard - but she also had a few surprises in store.

One such was a specially tailored 'fireworks' display in the lobby, set to go off at random for the first hour of the event; the display was noise-free, in deference to the other exhibits, but the scent of smoke and the sparkling lights were plenty.

She'd sent out invitations to friends and sponsors, and she'd made sure there was an advertisement running among the art circles in Vetala. The advice she'd been given had been pretty solid, at least; Vetala really had been a good place to set up the new gallery.

So now, all she had to do was wait. Her tablet was tucked away, easily reached in case something malfunctioned, but out of sight otherwise. She had a doorman for the night, with some fairly lenient instructions on who to allow in, and a handful of waiters from the catering she'd hired for the night. Of course, she'd hired a few new employees, as well, and they were scattered about the gallery, to offer assistance and to make certain nothing was tampered with.

All in all, though, she expected the night to go fairly smoothly.

A quick glance at a slim watch on her wrist told her it was almost time. A signal to the doorman, and the doors were unlocked and opened, ready to receive guests.

It was time.


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This post was last modified: 01-01-2018, 09:12 PM by Cravein Redbloom Posted | 01-01-2018, 09:11 PM


It was business.

It was always business.

Despite the thoughts that permeated Cravein's mind, he always kept business at the forefront of it all. Because when he threw himself into his work, it was where he could recall memories of old that burned against him. The scar on his chest, hidden from the world and blossomed like a red flower, served as a constant reminder of the sin he had committed against his sister.

A sin he would never regret. If asked, he would have done it again. He would have done it a thousand times.

Because he loved her. His Lilim. His shining moon and star.

He had received word from Kashiro, his boss, that this was a person that he needed to keep his eyes on. Not for the negative, but for the positive. This Sylvia Foxx had gotten her attention and was someone that the Hydra wanted to protect and oversee with her own hands. She may not have seemed like it, but Kashiro was sometimes a bit of a sentimentalist in her own right. But he could not fault her for it. After all, he was a romantic himself in his own gnarled way.

Life. Death. Happiness. Sadness.

These were all things in life that artists had often attempted to translate. Whether they were successful or not was something that needed to be left up to those who witnessed their works.

When he arrived, he had been what was often considered as "fashionably" late. His long coat hung off his shoulders as he picked up an offered flute of champagne. His piercing blue tones roved over the various displays, taking in the uniqueness of all the artwork and he admired the live touch of "fireworks" that had been fired off in the lobby. Others marveled at the experience and Cravein merely gave a ghost of a smile.

It brought back memories of a time when he had been called a different name.

He chatted here and there with those who recognized him from his work dealing with various antiquities, goods and services that he provided. He made no hint of his work with smuggling and trade, but those who knew also knew to keep their lips sealed. Lest they end up on the wrong side of Cravein's books.

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Posted | 01-01-2018, 11:34 PM


Cassandra had seen the announcement while she'd been out running errands, and after some careful digging, looking up the owner's name and the work at her other gallery - a place called Perception - she had decided that it sounded interesting. She'd rather thought Lokarihn would be interested in it, as well, and had forwarded the announcement to him. Perhaps he'd show up, perhaps not.

She found herself in conversation with the owner, who turned out to be a lovely woman. Miss Foxx was all too happy to explain - in detail - how several of the exhibits worked, and Cassandra found herself being dragged upstairs to the various rooms. She was explained that they were curated exhibits meant for total immersion, and the concept really was fascinating.

The owner left her to it, and Cassandra found herself wandering the second level, poking her head into each of the four rooms until she found one that seemed to call to her. It was a bit colder than the others, matching the chill of the winter air.

The moment she stepped inside, she could see why it was an immersive experience. The lights in the room gave off a blue-white glow, reflecting on shimmery surfaces that seemed like real snow. An experimental touch had her finger coming away cold and a little damp, an imprint left behind in the mound. The air smelled clean and crisp, a cold winter's day in an evergreen forest.

She could hear various animals calling, recognized some of them, and when she closed her eyes, she could almost believe she was back… home. Or, a place that used to be home, long ago. Cassandra found her way to a fallen log, took a seat on it, and then… just sat and listened. Her eyes closed, and she relaxed, taking in everything around her. Scent. Sound. The crisp chill of the air. The way she could feel her breath fogging as she exhaled.

In her mind, she could see him. Him as he used to be. As they used to be, before she'd had Jahi. It had been so long since she'd seen her brother. The last time, she hadn't even seen his face, only the mask of the human he'd taken as host, a mask that had twisted in pain before death had relaxed it.

They had been close, once. As close as Lokarihn and Dyrnar, even. She'd almost envied those two, the love they shared for each other. And then, she'd decided to wanted to have offspring. A child. She'd wanted to be a mother, and had found a demon willing to contract with her for it. They'd agreed to her terms, agreed that it was just for the creation of what became Jahi.

And then, when Jahi was only a decade or so old, still just a toddler, really…

Her cheeks were cold and wet and it had nothing to do with the room.

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… I don't know how I feel…


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Posted | 01-02-2018, 02:38 PM

Lokarihn stood and looked up at the three-story building in front of him, the simple façade stating 'Sensation' a muted counter to what he could see of the lobby. Vibrant colors and a throng of people were already inside, and he was growing more interested by the second as he watched fireworks going off in the main area, though there was no sound to accompany them.

Cassandra had forwarded the information to him, saying he might enjoy attending, and from what he'd found about the gallery itself, it certainly seemed up his alley. With his enhanced senses, he wondered if he would be able to experience the gallery in a different sort of way.

The scent of gunpowder permeated the lobby, giving the suggestion that real fireworks had been shot off inside. Had the creator of that exhibit used a dominion to silence the explosions? Or was it a projection?

The demon wandered the first floor, trying out some of the smaller exhibits while keeping an eye out for Cassandra, as well. She was likely there already, and he wanted to say hello before he began to mingle. Perhaps he should find the owner, as well, and get to know them - her? Yes, her. He recalled now that it was a human woman who had created the gallery. Truly remarkable.

He didn't know how long it was before he spotted Cassandra, though she looked… upset. Frowning, he made his way over to her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. "Cassandra… is everything all right?" he asked, his brows furrowed with concern.

She jumped, startled, before relaxing, seeing who it was. "Oh, sugar, there you are. I was starting to think you wouldn't make it. I'm fine. Just… had an experience in one of those immersive rooms." She waved her hand dismissively, smiling at him. "You should try them. Have you been here long?"

He glanced at his watch, considering the time, and shook his head. "A half an hour or so, at the most. This was a really good idea. Thank you for letting me know about it."

Cassandra laughed and shook her head. "Well, you weren't likely to hear about it yourself, all the way out wherever you were. Someone had to let you know. How is married life treating you?" she asked with a broad grin.

He could tell she was trying to distract him from his earlier line of questioning, but… it worked. He spent the next few minutes telling her about his plans with Higanbana, where they were intending to go, and that it had taken a lot of convincing for her to let him attend this grand opening. He didn't know if she would be joining him later or not, but he'd been too intrigued not to come.


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Posted | 01-03-2018, 12:22 AM

The day was December 31st. The day Michael had put his brother away. The day he had sent Gabriel De La Croix to the Panipticon on the Commissioner’s orders. He hadn’t slept, not really. Just lay there in the couch on his office and stared up at the ceiling. Waiting for the clock to tick, waiting for the clock to hit 11pm so that he could make himself get up and get dressed in his plain black suit with the smooth white button down and the tie with the black and silver stripes. He combed his hair, slicking it back with expensive men’s hair gel. And then he put on the cuff links, both of which were different. The left was an ‘A’, after his little sister, Arielle. And the right one was an ‘N’ after his daughter, Nathalie. Both letters were crafted from gold.

He checked his shoes, checked to make sure that the laces were tied perfectly, before he made his way to the door and took the stairs down to the main floor. Once there, he got into his car and drove himself to Vetela. Considering everything that had happened, Michael was finding it very difficult to trust other people right now.

At 11:45, he arrived on Floor 395, 1392 Persimmon Lane. Keeping his breaths very even, very soft, he parked nearby and slipped from the car. A single button locked the vehicle even as he slowly made his way to the front doors.

Beneath the suit, the Behemoth Captain was a myriad of ugly bruises and bandages, some of which had bled through. Even though this suit wasn’t his finest, he had picked it specifically because it covered more of his body and didn’t huge the lines of his form as fluidly as many of his others; he didn’t want anyone to see the shape of bandages beneath his clothes.

He was careful when he walked through the open doors, not nearly as bold or as strong as he normally held himself. Yes, his spine was straight and yes, his shoulders were back, but there was something deeply haunting about his gaze, like a weight was pressing down across every aspect of what he was.

When champagne was offered, he lifted a hand and shook his head, not saying a word. He didn’t attempt to mingle, which wasn’t at all unusual for the Behemoth Captain. Even though he worked with people daily, he didn’t actually enjoy most of them. It was a job, and, once, it had been a means to an end. Now… it meant that he was both closer and farther apart from his family than ever before.

Often – every night – he wondered what he had done.

He wondered how he could have done things differently.

Would things be the same? Or would they be worse? Better?

His thoughts scattered when he spotted Cassandra, and he dipped his chin in a very small nod. But his stride, his slow gait, was taking him directly toward Sylvia. He didn’t smile when he spotted her, but she was the first one in the room who heard him speak: “Good evening, Sylvia. This is beautiful.” His voice, like his posture, was strong and solid. Well practiced, executed exactly as he had been taught when he’d been but a boy.

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Posted | 01-03-2018, 08:50 AM

As the owner and curator - and one of the artists featured - Sylvia was surrounded by people. They asked her questions, complimented her work, requested purchase information - it was something of a mess, though she'd known to expect it. She directed people fairly easily, sending patrons to employees or, in some cases, to the artists themselves (those who had been able to attend the opening.)

Of course, whenever someone had a question about one of her curated exhibits - especially the rooms - she was happy to talk about them, to explain how they worked.

But a part of her mind was always on the watch for her personal guests, those people who had received direct invitations. So it was no surprise to her when she saw Michael. No, the surprise was everything else. No smile for her, not even a small one, and he looked… stiff. Even his voice was flatly formal, something she wasn't sure she'd ever heard him direct to her.

But she'd been well trained, and she smilingly excused herself from the group surrounding her, walking over to her friend, concern in her eyes though off her face otherwise. "Michael! Thank you for coming. I'm glad you like it," she said brightly. Even Haros knew something was wrong; he gave none of his standard quips, and instead moved to shield them from view of as many people as possible. "Could I have a word with you… in private?" she asked her friend, her voice lowered as she gestured toward her office behind the reception desk.

As soon as they were inside and the door was closed behind him, her face fell, brow furrowing in concern as she looked him over. The suit he wore was ill-fitting compared to every other she'd seen him in, which blared warnings in her head; her vision flickered, and her frown deepened as she took stock of him. "What happened?" she finally asked, vision returning to normal. Those two words conveyed all of her concern, her tone and body language even more so.


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This post was last modified: 01-10-2018, 02:02 AM by Michael De La Croix Posted | 01-10-2018, 02:01 AM

He wanted to smile. So badly. He wanted that expression to pull across his lips. Wanted to give everyone the sense that he was fine, that nothing was wrong. Yes, he was fine, just fine, there was nothing wrong here.

Everything was fine.

Unfortunately, even as he projected to the guests and Sylvia, his host wasn’t having it. Even though she was courteous, Michael noticed Haros blocking them from everyone’s view. It was subtle, but the Captain knew the demon well enough to understand that something unusual was about to happen.

Within moments…

Something did:

Sylvia asked him for a word in her office, and his mouth twitched briefly before he inclined his head. Not speaking at all, he followed her lead into her office, glancing back briefly when the door shut behind them. He had an idea of why she had called him in here, and he hoped he was wrong because it wasn’t up for discussion. He didn’t want anything to do with it, and –

Yep, there she went.

Asking him what happened. The way she’d stared at him, it was like she could see through his clothes. It made him shift uncomfortably, and his arms folded across his chest. He half turned away from her, leveling his gaze on the wall.

“What makes you think anything happened?” he glanced toward her, just barely, one eye catching her own before he looked away again with a low sigh. There was a long pause, and his head shook back and forth. While he liked Sylvia…. He damn well hated that she could read him so well. It made him regret coming here… he hadn’t come for sympathy. He had come to support her.

“This day isn’t about me, Sylvia.” He turned toward her, slowly. Studying her face. “Not even close. This day is about you... and all that you have accomplished.”


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Posted | 01-10-2018, 12:59 PM


Cassandra stayed for a little longer, chatting with Lokarihn, though she did give him a fondly exasperated eyeroll when he mentioned Higanbana and the fact that she might be joining him.

Well, he'd always be at least a little bit of an idiot.

Still, she was glad for his presence. While the gallery really was amazing, the immersion room had sparked memories she would rather not have revisited, of a time… before. Before her migration to the City. Before she'd met Jayden. Before she'd seen Lokarihn, and even before Dyrnar.

A time when she'd had her child and her brother.

They'd been happy, she'd thought. Cassandra had finally gotten all the family she'd wanted. People she'd loved. And then… then Ronove had taken it all away. His betrayal had stung in a way nothing else ever had before - nor anything since. She hadn't really allowed herself to feel anything beyond fondness since.

Dyrnar, Lokarihn, Jayden - and now Higanbana, too. She cared for them all, was fond of them, but love? She couldn't allow herself to feel that. Couldn't stand the thought of another betrayal by someone she loved.

The look on her face must have been telling, because Lokarihn bumped her shoulder with his, drawing her back into the conversation. She smiled, glancing around the gallery, taking in the exhibits and the people mingling.

And then… she saw him. Her heart skipped a beat. Cassandra blinked… and then he was gone. Had she imagined it? That room must have done more of a number on her than she thought. "Loki, sugar, I'm sorry, but I'm… not feeling well. I need to go. But you stay. Mingle. Have fun! Just don't keep your wife waiting too long, okay?" She gave him a soft smile and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Are you sure?" he asked her, frowning. At her nod, he gave a sigh and a slight shrug. She knew he was too polite to read her mind, and gave an inner sigh of relief. "Okay, then. I'll see you later, Cass."

Cassandra gave him a bright - if fake - smile and waved as she walked away. She was going to need a drink. Or several.

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Was that…? No. Just my imagination…


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Posted | 01-11-2018, 12:58 PM

If she hadn't suspected before, well, she was fairly certain now. He was avoiding looking at her, his gaze on the wall, and she simply stood there patiently, waiting, her own gaze steady, leveled on him. The silence stretched for a moment, and then… it broke.

She expected his reaction, honestly. Both the denial that something was wrong, and trying to remind her of her gallery's opening. But the day wasn't really about her, either, it was about the art.

So many artists had been found - more than she'd ever imagined - the gallery's first floor was populated with so much beautiful and wonderful sensory art - much of which had already sold! The gallery was a huge success, and she found herself wondering why she hadn't ever considered the City before, as a venue. The sensory work could reach so many more people here than ever possible in London.

Sylvia gave a sound that was part sigh, part huff. "You're stiff as a board, using proprietary boarding school politeness - which I'll kindly remind you that you've never used with me before - and your suit is… wrong." She could tell him, of course, that she could see the bandages beneath, but she wanted to give him at least that much. Let him pretend that much. "It doesn't fit the same way as all the other suits you've worn. Very unlike you. So, clearly, something is wrong."

It took a great deal of willpower not to run her fingers through her carefully styled hair, but she really wanted to. Instead, she took a step closer to him, one hand reaching out for - but not quite touching - his arm. "You don't have to tell me what happened, just… don't lie to me? Please. Take a few minutes, try to relax. This day is about the art. The gallery. Not me."


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This post was last modified: 01-22-2018, 06:52 AM by Cravein Redbloom Posted | 01-13-2018, 06:55 PM


Cravein smiled more to himself than anyone else. He had entered the immersion room and was surprised at the frigid temperature change in the room. Though he wasn't particularly dressed for it, not the way he should have been had he been back in Russia, but it was still a casual reminder of home.

And she had been in here too.

He did not know what her calling was these days. He had not bothered to seek it out. It had changed so much over the thousands of years they'd come together and been apart and come together again.

What she didn't know was that he had spied her a good distance away, mingling with the other patrons. But it hadn't been her who had drawn his attention. Not at first. It had been her companion, the one who called himself "Charles" back when he'd known him during his stint in the Americas.

So, they're friends, are they?

He sat in the room that mirrored Russia, of Siberia, and he laced his fingers through each other. All of his nostalgia came back to him in full force - remembering a smiling Lilim and Jihai. Had it really been that long ago? Of course it was. It was seemingly yesterday, yet it had been thousands of years ago.

So…so very long.

Cravein waited in a small alcove, watching Charles and his sister chat for a bit before she took her leave. But for the briefest of moments, Cravein and his sister's eyes met. A split second. Seemingly a lifetime. And then he dipped into another corridor where he was out of site.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

The soft click of her heels echoed across the floor as she made her exit. Cravein paused, watching his sister leave the facility. Lilim. It had been so long…

Clearing his throat, he sighed and reappeared from the corridor, smirking softly as Charles met his gaze. "Well, it's certainly a gift to have run into you after all this time." Grinning lazily, he grasped Charles' hand in a firm handshake. "How are things, Old Friend? You look well. Life has been kind to you since the twenties, I see."


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Well well…


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This post was last modified: 01-18-2018, 09:59 PM by Lokarihn Posted | 01-18-2018, 09:48 PM

Lokarihn watched Cassandra go, a frown on his features. She hadn't been lying, necessarily, but… she hadn't really been telling the truth, either. He was used to that from her, this avoidance tactic she used. Most of the time, he let it slide. She'd never outright lied, after all, just… skirted around the truth a bit.

But the look on her face had worried him. She'd clearly been upset by something.

He didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as he had no sooner turned around to explore the rest of the gallery when he caught sight of someone he'd met almost a hundred years ago. Andrew, he'd been called then, and the pair of demons had bonded over philosophy, jazz, and spirits.

Lokarihn's lips curved into a smile as he reached out, taking Andrew's hand in a firm grasp, his other hand reaching out to clasp the man's shoulder. "Well, well, a gift indeed! Life was… hectic, for a while, but it's much better now. You recall my companion back then, yes? She and I have become life partners in the human tradition."

He took in Andrew's appearance, noting the changes the years had made, and his smile broadened. "Seems to me that life has been pretty good to you, too. What have you been up to, my friend?"

They were fundamentally the same, with few changes to appearance, but there was enough. Andrew's hair was different, just like his own, and he'd updated his clothing to suit the modern age. It seemed they'd both maintained the same general interests, at least at surface glance. Well, that wasn't terribly surprising, though, was it? They'd bonded over many of the same things, and it stood to reason that they would continue having similar interests through the years.

It had been how many years? And here they were, at the same gallery on the same night. Serendipitous, indeed.


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This post was last modified: 01-22-2018, 07:18 AM by Cravein Redbloom Posted | 01-22-2018, 07:18 AM


Charles Locke.

A man of class, eloquence and taste.

He was a breath of fresh air during the Roaring Twenties. Cravein had always been a fan of the Americas, a young nation as it was compared to the other countries of the Human Realm. But it was burting with life, change and various races, religions and customs. The Melting Pot of the world. That was what the United States was called.

Cravein loved music. Loved art. Loved change.

When things in the world changed, evolved, it meant that adaption was happening. It meant that things were going to be created and most of it was in the world of art and music. He had always had a keen interest in such things, how music and art changed. They had called it the Harlem Rennaissance in the Twenties. Jazz, blues, swing... It had been a thing that he indulged in, attending underground speakeasies to listen to the music while sipping bootleg whiskey.

Prohibition would not last.

And it was in one of those said speakeasies, through the thrum of the music and the haze of cigarette smoke, where he'd met Charles.

They had exchanged ideas, enjoyed a few drinks and laughs - reminiscing on a world where demons did not thrive as much as they did at that time. He remembered a young woman, a she-demon from the Orient, who had been accompanying him. Through hues of piercing blue could Cravein see the affection and adoration they had for one another.

Charlotte Salvatore. That was the name she used. He knew that it was an alias. Just as Cravein knew that "Charles" was the demon's. His, at that time, had been Andrew Harvey. Simple. Clean. Eloquent. He had been masquerading as a nouveau riche entrepreneur, just making it big with his advertising company.

How ironic that The Great Depression would hit within a few short years.

He held Charles' hand a moment longer before releasing his grip, their gentelmanly smiles plastering their faces. Cravein's own smirk widened at the mention of the demon getting married. Well, that had certainly been a surprise, and yet it was not when he recalled how fond the two demons had been of one another. "Well, I suppose I must congratulate you on your nuptuals. I'm sure the ceremony was nice, yes?" He assumed it would be. Charles had never been one to spare expense when it came to indulging in the things that he wanted.

Cravein chuckled, shaking his head a bit at the comment of his own appearance. He had definitley changed. His hair was shorter and his style of dress was much more chic in terms of fashion.

One simply did not smuggle high end goods looking like a slob, regardless of his office being in a warehouse.

"Well, I got out of the advertising business. I handle goods and sales that come in and out of The City," he said with a grin. He knew that Charles could see through his lies. He had seen it during a card game and how he'd called a man's bluff at the table. They had raked in a decent size winning that night. There was no need to lie. Not to an old friend hadn't seen in the better part of a hundred years. "I think it suits me. Actually," he said, pausing to pull out the pocket watch from his coat. "Why don't we grab a drink and catch up? I'd love to know what all you're getting into these days. Have you gotten a chance to see all the exhibits?"


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