4TH WALL: LOG EDITION!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone! And I do mean ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE.
What: Mingling, shenanigans, you know the drill.
When: 28th and 29th.
Where: All over the village and beyond!
Summary: Strangers have invaded the enclosure. Who the hell are all you people and how did you get here?!
Rating: Probably all over the map.

Short and sweet. A general log for the 4th wall event, for those who don't want to post. Visitors/journals not in the game may feel free to start threads of their own here as well. Go forth!

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[relictusdeus]

[Gripping the talons of his flying-type Devil, Isaac glides through the air as the creature beats its leathery wings. He touches down gracefully upon a rooftop, his right foot first. Well, now he has a good vantage point from which to study the village.]

[thesmoothcriminal]

[Well now wasn't that an excellent, if dramatic, entrance? A man chuckles on the ground, head tilted to the side as he peers up at the redhead on the roof.] Is the view better up there homme?

[relictusdeus]

[He glances downwards with an expression as if he had been shaken out of a lovely train of thought. This is rather good position from which to offer his most condescending look through his eyelashes and down that sharp, slightly aquiline nose of his. He does not deign to reply beyond a haughty ‘hnph!’, a distant, mirthless smile curling his lips. He much prefers to be back in his own world, where people across Romania were familiar with his reputation for cruelty and bloodthirsty ruthlessness and few would dare so much as to look in his direction for fear of provoking him.]

[thesmoothcriminal]

Ah, not even a spare word for a wayward soul? I am wounded Monsieur, by your disregard. [He places a hand to his chest, over his heart and, for fun, feigns a faint stagger. Even so, his lips are curled in a faint smile. This was interesting. And no matter where he was? Remy liked interesting. The distinct lack of weather appropriate clothing and fine boned features did not at all contribute to his curiosity.] A knife through the heart! It cuts me to the quick to be so easily dismissed by such a handsome man.

[relictusdeus]

[Colour him surprised; if not the first time, this is one of the few times he has ever been referred to as handsome, as something capable of possessing some beauty. He pauses for half a beat - and then a breathy, indulgent, and incredulous chuckle escapes him as much at this fellow's dramatics as at the compliment. He rolls his eyes lazily and then shuts them briefly.] Pretty words... will not save you, creature, if it is mercy you are looking for.

[thesmoothcriminal]

What need have I for mercy if I've your regard, no, not even that. [It wouldn't be that hard to climb up, would it? No, no. Not too terribly difficult. He tugs his gloves to be certain they will hold as he starts the climb. A conversation like this? Its best done face to face.] But a look from your stunning eyes, a smile, or perhaps even one more of those delicious little laughs.

[And up he comes, hand over hand, far too used to doing such activities in a fine suit to worry about wrinkles. Because there wouldn't be any. Soon enough he hauls himself up over the edge and dusts the snow from his coat, dropping almost immediately into a flagrant, and mildly extravagant, bow.] No, cher, it is not mercy I seek here.

[relictusdeus]

[Oh, you're attempting to play him for a fool, are you? His critical, probing eyes flit from Remy's face downwards, settle for a moment, and then return to meet his gaze.] Are you sure? [He asks teasingly as he takes a deliberate step forward, the amusement in his tone not quite reaching his features.]

[thesmoothcriminal]

[Remy stands his ground, grinning all the while. Now this, this was interesting. It may make the whole trip worthwhile.] Mercy is for confessors and pious men cher. Forgive my assumptions, lovely creature, but you do not strike me as a pious man. Or at the very least one who cares much what god would think of you.

[relictusdeus]

[His lip curls slightly at 'creature', his sneer widening still at 'god'. It all just tickles him. Baring his teeth in a savage grin, he throws back his head in a way that seems to invite a kiss to his neck had he not been wearing his heavy metal collar.] God? [A hysterical giggle bubbles up into a laugh that is but a hair away from complete madness.]

[thesmoothcriminal]

[Well, that was different. An invitation and a warning all rolled up with one lovely little red flag. Maybe coming up to the roof was a bad idea...he shrugs that thought off and steps closer, head tipped to the side, ever curious. Today of all days? He was feeling more reckless than normal.] Has no real place here, obviously. But you, might I know your name?

[relictusdeus]

[A wise answer. He speaks slowly, thoughtfully, amused at this human's tempting of fate.] My name... is Isaac. [A murmuring chuckle.] I am certain that it shall remain in your memory.

[thesmoothcriminal]

Normally I would contest that, dear Isaac, but you are the most unique man I have ever come across in all my travels. Of all the Isaacs I have come to know, and have since forgotten, you are the most stunning. [His lips curl in a soft, if wry, grin.] On that alone I shall not forget you. But...what else might you do to be certain of your place in my memory?

[relictusdeus]

Mmhmn. [It is a deep sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan of pleasure. With a lingering smile and a tilt of his head, he responds with a silky purr:] We shall learn soon enough, now won't we? [His eyes never leaving Remy, he advances slowly until he is but an arm's length away, wondering if the fellow will stand still or back up.]

[thesmoothcriminal]

[Remy may or may not have dropped his gaze from those pale eyes to Isaac's lips at that delightful little sound. Now this, this was a man that would be fascinating in every respect, he thinks. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he tips his head to the approaching man. His stance is no longer braced but fluid. Inviting. His hands stay in his pockets all the while, unconcerned that he was on a rooftop.] I believe we might.

Warning for groping; mun's permission received.

[relictusdeus]

[Isaac could only suspect from Remy's easy posture, his casual curiosity, and his attentions that they shared the same sexual preferences; it was truly rare when someone not only received his flirtatious remarks without batting an eyelash but also responded positively, stoking the fires of his lust.

While gazing deeply, fixedly into his eyes, the only warning he inadvertently offers is a slight twitch of his lip in the beginnings of a delighted sneer before his hand lunges for the man’s crotch.]

Warning for groping and lewd reciprocation.

[thesmoothcriminal]

[Well this was..sudden and slightly unexpected. Still Remy laughs it off, allowing the grip and even grinning all the way through it. He'd had rougher hands on his tender parts before, and those hadn't belonged to someone so lovely.] A man that goes right to the heart of the matter! I like that.

[If his voice is a little more throaty and low than before. Well. there is a pretty man attached to the hand currently attached to him. He grins and lets his hips rock forward into that inquisitive grip.] Enjoy what you are feeling cher?

And now a warning for an instance of ugly language.

[relictusdeus]

Well~! A bold one, aren’t you? [Impressive. His wolfish smile tightens, his voice dropping to a hiss.] ...You whore.

[ With a snort of condescension and amusement, he irresistibly squeezes harder with a creak of his leather glove, wanting it to hurt, wanting to assert his dominance.]

There is use for you yet - - [He lilts,] - - even if you are but a pathetic creature. [Moistening his lips, he brings his mouth to Remy's, the chains of his armour clinking delicately as he leaned in. But there is no fierce, bruising kiss; teasingly, he brushes past his jaw, breathing into his ear.]

You... will follow where I lead you. [Remy will feel a sudden release in pressure after a moment.]

A warning for. Well. All the warnings. Forever.

[thesmoothcriminal]

[Now this...was a bit over Remy's head. And that hasn't happened in years. He simply quirks a brow at the slur, having suffered worse, but the grip. That caught him off guard enough that his jaw tightening and his teeth being grit is visible at this distance. Alright Isaac, he understands. You are in charge here. He won't do anything you don't want.

Though he is rewarded for not flinching bu that lean, that slow breath along his stubbled jaw. He shivers and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for...anything. In the back of his mind he can almost hear Adele railing at him for his foolishness, he was forty and being led around by his dick like a teenager, this was dangerous, this was stupid, and the phantom echo made him ache enough that the painful pressure in his groin was masked. He just wanted to not feel so empty anymore, and this? This would work.]

...And what would happen should I not? Not that I have any intention of walking away. I am simply curious.

Should we end it here?

[relictusdeus]

[Here is another empty man perpetually seeking to fill the void inside him that Hector should have occupied.

Taking a deep, languorous breath, he draws back slowly, his half-lidded eyes holding no tenderness, no compassion. He says nothing, and yet his silence - and his knowing, disgustingly careless smile - seem to speak louder than a single word ever could.

A glowing portal opens at their feet a moment later. His gaze beckons, and he is not one to be kept waiting.]

Here is good, yeah. Fade to black.

[thesmoothcriminal]

[It was as Remy expected, then. He pulls up his collar and watches, curious and a little cautious of the sudden portal, and that terrible smile. He'd seen it before on other men, reckless men. Dangerous men. Most were dead, a handful by his own hand. But his curiosity, his gaping need to feel something besides grief has him step forward into the portal, smug smirk a mask for whatever he truly felt.] Away we go.

Done and done.

[relictusdeus]