variety is the spice of life

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone who wants to be here!
What: Total Recall 2014
When: The first week of the event, roughly April 9th-16th, give or take a few days depending on your character's timeline.
Where: All over Luceti, presumably
Summary: Chaos! Madness! Unreasonable happenings! You know the drill. Alternatively: characters wake up and sigh because god, not this again.
Rating: Varied. Anything frisky goes to appointments as per usual, chums.


Due to the size and variation of this event, it's probably best to have several logs for it to avoid one getting overcrowded and broken. Feel free to have your characters post their own entries, of course, if you'd prefer- you're more than welcome! This is for people who like to consolidate. Another log ought to be posted around the 16th for round 2.

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[defieddracula]

[The lump of coral Isaac had given him is still tucked away in his breast pocket, but he's mindful to not let Zevran come too close. Bewitching creatures they were, succubi and incubi. One had nearly had her way with him back in the castle, and that had been one time too many. There's no such thing as too much caution.]

What cruelty have they heaped upon me? Look at me. [Thoughts returning to the effects of the shift, of the fiend he's become, disgust twists his face, and a hint of his his devilish magic flickers in his eyes. He spreads his hands, palms up. A host of tiny blue veins was visible beneath his pellucid skin, nails and bony fingers stained as if he'd soaked them in a chalice of blood. Razor-edged teeth flash as a bitter smile threatens his lips.] Ironic, is it not?

[antivanleather]

Shall I weep for the loss of your perfect face? Or shall I laugh at how you are now forced to live as we had all our lives?

[Either would be appropriate, but he does little more than to step into Hector's space and lift a hand, carefully tracing the edge of his jaw if it is permitted.]

While this is...different. I should not say that you do not make a handsome enough devil.

[defieddracula]

[His barbed smile fades as quickly as it'd come. Perfect? Handsome? Devil or human, such words were not meant for him and never would be. Gooseflesh erupts under Zevran's fingers; lust flares in Hector's eyes, and he steps back. Partly because he knows the shift has heaped all sorts of wicked temptations upon him, and partly because his affections, while budding and murky, lay elsewhere.]

For what reason would you claim such a thing? [Quiet, hoarse, even, betraying every bit of the conflict between his thoughts and feelings.]

[antivanleather]

[He feels that first stirring in Hector and smiles just a little. Soft and secret and smug before he lets his hand drop back to his side. Many things is he allowed in this place, but Hector? Never. Hector is Isaac's to taunt, Isaac's to tease, Isaac's to obsess over. Still. He's allowed a little fun.]

Because I find you handsome. Because it is in my nature to see and say such things.

[defieddracula]

[Hector bites back a blunt rebuttal. Habit demands that he reach up to pinch the bridge of his nose or knead his temple, but he loosely closes his fingers when he remembers what's become of his nails. As much as he despises this altered face, he did not wish to accidentally gouge out his own eyes. He settles on a sigh instead.] Few are those who would share your opinion, Zev. Very few.

[antivanleather]

[Zevran recognizes the gesture well enough, reaching up to massage the planes of his temple in Hector's stead. He only means to be helpful but anything that comes with his touch, well. He cannot help it. Tis but his nature to be alluring, to want to allure others.]

I have never been known to be terribly picky.

[defieddracula]

[Lust once again suffuses through his body, roars in his ears. As warm and inviting as a fire in winter, it was, and with just enough bite to send shivers buzzing in his extremities, to spark sordid images in his mind's eye. Hosts of metallic voices--demons' voices--begin to coo in his in his head. --Too long has passed since you shared another's company, Hector. Give in to your old friend, here. Let go…--

Pointed teeth sink into his tongue as he eyes Zevran again, pulse pounding in his chest. His shoulders stiffen, and this time, he's reluctant to step away.] So I recall. Many have been yours.

[antivanleather]

Or rather I have been had by many. Demons aren't terribly fond of being taken by a half-breed.

[Not that he's bitter. He hasn't known that particular sting in a long, long while. Tis simply a fact of his existance. He is lesser than man, lesser than demon, and something wholly himself. What he manages to make of it varies depeding upon the day but this day? He is much pleased by the effect he is having on Hector- though not so much as to chase after it. He'll find a meal later.]

Perhaps you long for gentler company, mmm?

[defieddracula]

[The want for touches and kisses had been subtle once Hector put his grief aside, coming to him mostly in dreams, fluttering heartbeats, or lingering looks. Since his transformation, however, longing was perhaps too kind a word. In this form, he aches for sinful excess both in body and mind, lying awake at night and glaring at the ceiling. Grinding his teeth as he attempts to hold onto his humanity.

He shifts his weight from foot to foot, for once striving to avert his eyes.] As of late, I fear I do. [There's no point in lying, after all.]

[antivanleather]

[Having some sense of restraint and self preservation, Zevran takes a half step back. Gives Hector a little more room to breathe, a little more space to himself. Lessens the potency of what makes him him and others desire more of his tender affections.]

And you've no hope for relief?

[defieddracula]

[With these claws and teeth, his enhanced strength and magic? Never. He's damn certain any coupling would end in a bloody mess, and he'd rather not test his ability to rein in his demonic energy once the blood began to flow. Hector nods his thanks as that breath of distance is put between them, relaxing to a certain degree.] In this body, no, I do not. There is a great chance I would injure someone.

[antivanleather]

Clearly you merely need to find a willing party- and some suitable restraints. If you cannot move, you cannot harm anyone! And besides, you may you find you enjoy being made helpless.

[defieddracula]

[On another day, the ghost of an amused smile might have briefly crossed chis lips, but now, he only sighs. Hector doesn't doubt there are those who revel in being pleasured or taken while under restraint,--more than a few succubi come to mind--but to him, the idea is as palatable as curdled milk. How can one defend themselves if bound with chain and leather and magic?] The idea of being helpless has never sat easy with me, Zev.

[antivanleather]

This is why it is done with someone you trust not to take advantage. I know it seems strange to one on the outside looking in but the true power held, normally, in such situations is by the one being restrained. Find someone you know you trust with that and have at it.

[defieddracula]

Perhaps... [The soft murmur is nearly lost between them. Hector finds himself unable to consider the cambion's advice, no matter how loudly the voices screech in his head; there is but one person he would trust in such an intimate manner, and she was worlds away now, little more than a spirit lingering faintly in his heart.

Shifting from foot to foot, his gaze falls back to Zevran. Submission is not something he's keen on debating, especially not in this sinful, ever-hungry form.] Forgive me, but I sense that Cain has returned home from the hunt. 'Tis best that I see to his kill. [Excuses, excuses.]

[antivanleather]

Of course, I would hate to keep you.

[He huffs a soft laugh and waves hector onward. There is little else left to discuss.]