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[Accidental Audio]

[Bush's Mouth (The Stingray Mix) plays for a second before there's a soft click]

Hey, Merce. Just left work. Where are you again?

Just outside the ice cream shop, sitting in the sun while it lasts!

You didn't cheat and buy ice cream already, did you?'

[laughter] No, I promised I'd wait and I'm waiting.

Good. I'm the only one allowed to cheat.

Hey! No fair! How come you get to cheat and not me? I'm the one who works off all the extra calories shifting!

[Chuckling] Because I'm the pretty one.

Okay, I'll grant you that.

Besides, if I remember last night, I do a lot of burning of calories myself.

[with a pleased purr] Oh, yes, you did at that. Hey, hang on, something's going on over here.

And it's more important than me?

[laughter] Never, but since *someone* isn't here yet...

Damn. Some guy's trying to assault - hold on, gonna go help her.

What? Mercy! What's going on?

Oh, shit... Run, dammit, run, lady!

Look... just put the gun down, okay? Nobody has to get hurt here. Just put it down and walk away, I'm not going to -

[Sound of a gunshot and a cry, then the clatter of a cellphone to the ground and a thud right after]

[weakly] Tho- [There's a click, then the rhythmic beep of a disconnected line.

....Mercy? [His voice is strained, full of panic.] Mercy!! [The audio cuts off.]

[OOC: Mara pressed the button, and Mercy was hit with the Death Curse. All they wanted was to have ice cream. Oh well, he told her he'd only end up getting her hurt...Anyway, small italic text is Mercy's voice via phone. Normal text is Thomas. Um, replies will only be voice, as he's a little busy with his hands at the moment.]

....what the hell are those things out there, anyway?

[The feed starts in an empty room, lit by sun filtering through open curtains. You can hear the sounds of drapes being drawn harshly, then heavy, angry footsteps. A refrigerator door opens and slams then Thomas, clad in nothing but a pair of jeans, stomps into the living room, and consequently, into the light of the sun. Glints and sparkles burst across his bare chest wherever rays of light hit, and his expression moves from annoyance to anger. His eyes flick toward the device and the emotion there is pure loathing. He flops into the nearest chair, unfortunately not out of the sun, and growls.]

I hate this place so much.

[He pops the cap from his beer with an idle flick of his thumb and downs half of it.]

[ooc; So, in case you don't know what Edward Cullen looks like in the sun, here's a good example. Yes I hunted for that picture, no I don't feel ashamed, though I do feel a bit dirty.]

Just because it's customary, no I wasn't effected by the curse yesterday. Yes it was weird.
( Filtered to Mercy // Unhackable )

Well, that was a lot of fun yesterday, wasn't it? Were-whatevers running all over the place, trying to rip peoples' throats out. Perfection in my book.

( Private to Mercy // Unhackable )

( Filtered from Harry Dresden // Unhackable )

( Private to Anthony // Unhackable )

So, let me give you a hypothetical situation. Say you were working, you had plenty of appointments lined up and were going to make a lot of money, then you got a phone call from a friend asking you to help another friend deal with this new skill in spontaneous combustion. You agree, drop everything, and head down to the Underground, knock the guy out so he can't cause anymore damage, then take him to the friend's house he asked to be delivered to, and are able to get back to work in time for your last two appointments. Say, later, that the person in question and the person who asked you to help them complained that you 'could've handled it better.' How are you supposed to feel?

....okay, that's more egotistical BS, Raith. Try again.

So, when a bad curse hits, what's better? Letting someone you care about hurt others or taking them out for a few hours, until the curse ends, to keep that from happening?

[ooc; Strikes are hackable with moderate skill]

Attention, City. For the duration of the day, Radiance will not be serving coffee, but tea, should any of you care to join me. My employees and myself most certainly do not constitute a party.

In addition, I can assure all of you, whatever brilliant party you think you've found yourself at, Radiance will top it.

Come down.

Please.

I insist.

You know what I hate even more than red and black boards all over and the constant shouts of "King Me!"?

Paperwork.

As such, I need the following positions filled:

General Manager
Book Keeper
Temporary Part-Time Barista

If you're interested, just respond, please. We can talk.

Experience isn't necessary for the Bookkeeping or Barista positions, but I would prefer prior managerial experience for the GM position. You're welcome to respond with inquiries as well.

[the device turns on as clatters to the ground, coming to a rest at an awkward angle. It's enough to see Thomas push himself uneasily to a sitting position against a wall. Though the light is dim, the too pale blood is obvious against the white of his tshirt beneath his leather jacket. Thomas' breathing is labored and pained, his face drawn, and his eyes shining and steel-colored. After a moment he blinks, his eyes moving slowly toward the device, distracted by the blinking light indicating recording. He scoffs sarcastically and makes to reach for the fallen device, then a cry of pain is caught in his throat and his arm falls. Still breathing heavily, he resigns himself to the inevitable. Something seems to occur to him, however, and his looks to the camera in earnest.]

Kyle.........please.....whatever you do.......[swallow and a slight cough, then another grimace and gasp of pain] ......please.....keep Mercy away. Please.

[ooc; On Tuesday night, Thomas got into a barfight with Kirk. Kirk shot him with a phaser.  Since he doesn't feed through sex anymore, it takes his demon a while to recharge from expending so much energy at once. Not one to admit when he's weak, he agreed to run an errand to the Underground for Harry and got jumped by a monster. It got the better of him, and now he doesn't have the juice to heal his wounds.  He's lost a lot of blood, and thinks he's just taking a breather before continuing home...]

[the beeping sound of a heart monitor can be heard in the background, along with the quiet rush of an oxygen machine.  When Thomas speaks his voice is quiet, but filled with emotion.  Let's just say, he was a little excited last night]

I don't know if you can hear me or not, Anthony, but I wanted to tell you what happened.  The Deities blew the Prison sky high, last night.  The whole island.  I borrowed a boat, see...okay, without asking, but I still borrowed it, because I took it back.  I was helping ferry people from the island to the mainland before the bombs went off.  It was pretty cool.  I wish you could've been there.

[silence for a moment]

I just...I know how much you like fireworks, so I thought you'd like to see it.  I ... I tried to keep the camera rolling.  I mean, a lot of people lost their lives, last night, and that's gonna put a damper on all of it, I'm sure, but it's not like we didn't do everything we could to get them out, you know?

[he heaves a heavy sigh]

Anyway, the video of the explosion's waiting for you.

[/audio]

[ooc; no, Thomas didn't know the damned device was recording. Yes, he's talking to Anthony who's currently in a coma. Action for anyone who wants to stop by. Normal for everyone else.]

Mara. Mara, Mara, Mara. How many times have you told me your powers were for releasing people who wanted death? How many times? And now...now you decide it's a weapon. A weapon to use against a woman you would've known couldn't have acted in her right mind when committing the crimes you decided to punish her for, should you have chosen to use your brain.

Instead, the first instinct you claim to have toward the woman is to kill her.  Take what life she has remaining and end it.  End it because you felt it would "stop" her.

I thought I knew you.  You were a lost little girl, sick a bit but safe enough.  I was wrong.  You brain moves to murder a lot faster than I would've given you credit for. 

How could I have been blind enough to trust you?

Maybe I'm the idiot here.

[Pacing back and forth in front of the fountain is the very pale form of Thomas. He's wearing nothing but some gossamer fairy wings, a white loin-cloth, white-leather gloves with tapered cuffs, and Grecian sandals that wind their ways up his calves. At his waist is belted a sword with a hilt that looks to be forged from crystal, and in his hand in a cell phone.]

What do you mean No Signal?

[He places the cellphone down forcefully on the edge of the fountain and sits down in a huff.]

Father should really work on hiring better help.

[ooc; this is how we first see Thomas, in canon. He's been pulled from just before he arrived at Bianca's party. /nodnod He doesn't remember the City at all. HAVE FUN!!]

So, all that crap with the evil pixies was fairly intense...or, as an often annoying wizard-friend of mine would probably say, Faerie Intense....I've been hanging out with him too long.

Anyway, the real point of this post was to say Radiance is now open again, in full swing.  For those of you who are new, we're a high-class hair salon and cafe catering to all your hair care and caffeine requirements.  The cafe is open from 7am to 10pm daily, but the salon is by appointment only.

If you'd like to make one, please reply, or you can just give me a ring.

Stay sexy, City.

[clears throat] Good morning, Network.  I know most of you who were here in the last few months know me.  Yeah, I'm the guy from that incident in June that lead to my month-long house arrest.  If you don't know about that, just tell yourself you're glad you never knew that guy and move on. It's probably for the best.

Bearing that in mind, I wanted to, I guess, start off with some revelations.  I don't know.  Maybe that's what they are. Regardless, I realize, in the last few months I've been really...weepy.  And, as a very close friend and blood-brother of mine has pointed out recently, I can be pretty self-centered, egotistical, and generally a dick.  I... [heaves a sigh] Look.  I know I can be weepy, and moan about being an incubus and how much it sucks and all that.  I guess...I'm sorry.  It's...yeah, it's a horrible situation to be in.  I mean, if you're cool with...with being a monster, then I guess it isn't so bad.  I've fought it for a few years now.

I know. I lapsed in that control, and because of that, four girls ended up dead. No amount of moping, complaining, or apologizing is going to change that fact.  All of my friends here, and my family that I'm lucky enough to have with me here, have made me realize something, though: I'm right.  I can't change where I came from, how much of a crazy bitch my eldest sister is, how crazy my father was, what happened to Justine, or the fact that I'm a vampire.  I can't change what I am, what I became.  What I can change, though, is what I become.  I will.  I want to.

And that brings me to my offer, City, though I guess this is more directed at the Police Force than anybody.  My name is Thomas Raith. I'm an incubus. I can be super fast, super strong, hear super-well, and heal just about any wound you can throw at me, given food being readily available.  Don't worry. I won't kill anybody.  I want to help.  Sign me up.

Well, that was a sucky weekend.  I don't even like that word, but it's the best description I can find.

Harry, glad your grew your balls back.  At least, I hope you grew your balls back.

( private to Anthony//viewable to Harry and Kyle )

Yeah, so this new club opened up: Fangtasia.  I think I'm going to check it out.  Anyone want to meet up or something?

[Action]

Thomas was dressed to the nines, and for Thomas, that was pretty damned hot.  White silk dress slacks met saddle shoes and were belted with black leather.  A white vest over nothing hung open on his torso, black embroidery throughout cut the shock of the vest.  On his head sat a white fedora with a black silk band.  To say he looked good was an understatement.  To say he looked like sex-incarnate was probably a more accurate description.  He paid the doorman and entered the infant club, the frantic, thumbing rhythms of the metal bass assaulting his ears.  He liked this place already.

[ooc; action for other people who went to Fantasia on it's opening night.  Voice for everyone else.]

[He obviously sounds very stressed...and out of breath]

Molly!  Rain?  .... Damn it, answer me.  Both of you.

[the sound of a door knob turning, a door opening.]

Ah, the sound of freedom.  At last.

Harry, does your boat have a name, or are we just going to re-christen it?

...Mara.  I...I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have pried.

Anthony.  Did you do it?


[ooc: Thomas is impervious to whatever you might throw at him, guys.  Love him. Hate him. He really doesn't care.  Tell him he's a character from a book, because that would be awesome!  Anything goes, Citizens!  Have at him!!!]