forum House of Chaos (RP as your characters, everyone is welcome)

Started September 10, 2020 by @bluebee55

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"Nice to meet you Mashka. Where are you from?"

She looked down, fingers curling on the table, brown curls falling over her face.
"Mansion," she said, assuming he knew what that was. "I'm from Mansion."

"I have no clue what that means, I assume its a town?"

She looked up, startled.
"It's… Mansion." She fumbled for words. "A big house. My big old house. He raised me. I've lived there all my life."

"I know what A mansion is. I thought you were talking about a town named Mansion."

Mashka shook her head, her curls swinging over her shoulders. Longing ached within her; she missed Mansion, missed the soft red carpet and the Great Hall and the empty hallways with their soaring ceilings.

"I come from a town called Paradox Vortex."

"'A town named Mansion'?" Oleander laughed. "Truly, could your brains fill a shot glass?"
He took another sip of wine, and leaned back against the wall.
"Where I'm from, being clever is necessary. I see it is not so elsewhere."

"Yare Yare, Oleander…" Britney said, being at her tallest, which was 6'0" even

"Oh, fuck off," Oleander said, waving a hand. "And if you must open your mouth to speak, at least do it in a language we all understand, eh?"

She, not one to take shit from anyone, slapped him.
"You probably abuse women, you sexist bastard."

Oleander grabbed Britney's hand, and pressed his thumb down on it until her hand broke.
"And so what if I do, darling?" he breathed. "Would you like to be next? Ha. As if I would lower myself to sleeping with a woman of your limited looks."
He released her hand and shoved her away from him.
"Next time, dear, think before you speak. It would not do you good to pick a fight with a faery prince."

“I suppose Tekkhnatl was quite the asshole then, trying to eat their own child. Though it’s something that happens often in the species, really.” Gatzi nodded to herself. Korb just listened on. All of this talk of eating parents really brought up a memory to him, one he’d prefer not to recall, ever.

Her eyes snapped towards the slap, and she looked on.

"You're one to talk about looks. And what if I wanna pick a fight with you, uh? What then?"

Mashka slid underneath the table and watched the proceedings, fear glowing in her emerald eyes.

"I am one to talk about looks," Oleander mused. "Seeing as I am in possession of quite a lot of them. And if you want to pick a fight, then you'd best resign yourself to death. You truly have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"Oh, really?" She laughed, but without smiling.
"I find that hard to believe." She lacked fear.

Oleander reached a hand out, letting his magic wrap itself around Britney's throat. He tightened his grip until the girl was red-faced and gasping.
"Is that enough for you, you little wench?" he sneered. "I know that you probably think you're some perfect little warrior, but the greatest of you humans is nowhere near a match for even the weakest faery. You'd best give up."

"Harder, daddy~" She teased, not meaning it at all. She didn't really need oxygen to live.

Mashka had no idea what happened, but the next thing she knew, she had slipped out from underneath the table and was standing straight as an arrow, shaking all over.
"Stop," she said, her voice stronger than she felt. "Stop fighting. Please."

Gatzi looked on, interested by the display, though found herself silently pondering on why the human had decided it would be a good idea to continue provoking a fight.
Korb, on the other hand, looked away.

Oleander drew his sword, the blade an impeccably-sharpened obsidian. He lazily ran a finger down its edge.
"Are you almost done being horribly irritating?" he asked the still-suffocating Britney. "This is all terribly boring. Either relent or let me finish you off. I'm thinking beheading, personally."

"Listen to her…" Allison said, stumbling

"Fuck, that's so hot, daddy~" Britney said to Oleander.
(I said she's not OP, not that she doesn't have any powers)

Peregrine raised an eyebrow at the exchange, but said nothing. She did, however, begin to unsheathe her sword again, just in case something went wrong.