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poly_chromatic2013-08-20 10:19 pm
council_king) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-08-20 10:19 pm
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73rd Appetizer
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[A restless Pureblood is rarely seen, at least here in the City. But tonight is a special night, and Rido Kuran is feeling especially restless. Tonight he wanders the City, moving from place to place until finally settling upon his final and very questionably uncharacteristic destination... one of the City's newer bars, the Wolf's Den.
He pauses at the door, glancing around until his eyes settle upon one singular person . It's only then that he makes his way inside to go greet this new potential... friend.]
[A restless Pureblood is rarely seen, at least here in the City. But tonight is a special night, and Rido Kuran is feeling especially restless. Tonight he wanders the City, moving from place to place until finally settling upon his final and very questionably uncharacteristic destination... one of the City's newer bars, the Wolf's Den.
He pauses at the door, glancing around until his eyes settle upon one singular person . It's only then that he makes his way inside to go greet this new potential... friend.]
action; fgdsgf don't you love when days explode /)_- sorry for delay!
He's people-watching with rather more interest than usual today; the City's in rare, flirtatious form, though it's hard to tell whether that's a curse or not. He's used to those being a bit more randomized; everyone's pairing off a little too neatly.
And it's not obviously a curse-- at least, not necessarily-- when his wandering eyes light on the newcomer slipping through the door. Sitting at the bar, he makes no effort not to watch Rido move, appraising and appreciative.]
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Eyes locked intently on the man in front of him, his gait slows, gaining him a few moments of study. He could easily use the mere sound of his voice to force the human into submissive obedience, but it had never proved to be an effective way to attain love. (If that had been true, Juri would have been his long ago.)
He stops, head tilting slightly to let a fall of dark locks spill across his face and the corner of his mouth quirks into a self-assured playful
ly restraintedsmile. Compared to seducing a fellow Pureblood, this would be nothing.]We've spoken before~ [A compliment that he'd even noticed Isaak amongst all the
otherweak, useless, boring things in the City.] Isn't that right?action; ^^; good, good-- this is just... one of those weeks oie.
That doesn't mean he isn't interested, though.]
Perhaps. [Isaak speaks to quite a lot of people.] Your voice is familiar, but I can't recall your name. [He leans forward, doesn't offer a hand, his chin slightly tilted.] Isaak.
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[Here, he glides closer, leaning casually against the bar as his bicolored eyes study the other man's features.]
What is it, Isaak... [A question, but seemingly posed more for himself than anyone else. It lasts the briefest flicker of a second before his attention is once more completely refocused.] Tell me about yourself...
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Well... it depends what you want to know, really.
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[The difference ought to be obvious. Isaak is interested but oddly impassive; pleased but not inherently impressed. It's a tall order. He believes you can manage it, Rido, if that's any consolation.]
I'm fond of the opera. My favourite colour is blue. Nonsmoker. [He tilts his chin slightly.] Would you like a drink?
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But maybe later, in private. [An attempt to not frighten the human just yet. Later, if the play got more intense, they could enjoy more. He restrains himself, tearing his eyes away to examine the bottles behind the bar.]
I'll take what you're having.
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He gestures minutely at the bartender, who brings over a pair of glasses. Vodka, of course.]
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[He drinks the vodka as if it were merely water, barely giving it any attention at all. No, the vampire's attention was completely for the man in front of him. And the fact Rido was so enthralled, was the highest compliment a pureblood could give to someone so much lower than them.]
You should come. Come with me~. Let's leave this place.
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I rather like it here, actually.
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Even so, he keeps his thoughts to himself.]
... too soon?
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[But perhaps, he could be persuaded to follow, under the right circumstance.
Perhaps.]
Your turn.
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Here, his eyes search Isaak's features, losing themselves in his own private thoughts.]
I like... [Sadism, power, domination... no, too soon.] to enjoy what life gives me. But lately... it's been too quiet.
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[He pushes his glass absently on the bar. Isaak, too, likes power; he does not like being asked to relinquish it. From time to time common interests are inconvenient.]
You've not been here before. Why tonight?
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[he muses, a bit teasing.]
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Just testing the waters...
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I'm not in the habit of inviting men back to my flat, [he says, just loud enough to be heard,] but I might be persuaded to adjourn to my office.
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It's a start.
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It's not a common invitation, [he answers, low and amused.]
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Come. Let me show you...
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