PARALYZER [open to demons]

[cecilia marsden]

Cecilia had found herself back at the DIYU that night, it was a such a fabulous place but she wasn't going to be alone tonight. She had sent a text out to all her demon friends who would send texts to their demon friends about tonight. Tonight was going to be AWESOME. Totally magalicious. The DIYU was going to be filled with demons more than usual not to mention more at one time than usual. It was going to be a party all night long!

Oh and now an iced song was playing!

Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

It was such an amazing song to dance to. She was already on the floor dancing with some human guy she didn't know. Normally that wasn't safe but that was for humans and she was no humans. So she grinded against him like the humans danced now-a-days. She ran a hand through her blonde hair another down the side of her red dress to brush the leg of the guy she was dancing with. Yeah he liked that.

Soon more of her demon buddies would be showing up. It was going to be great. She didn't get to hang out with them too often without the fear of an exorcist getting them but tonight she didn't care. Tonight she wanted to dance!

[irene morales]

Oh sweet baby Satan, a party! And not just any party, a demon party! As king of the water demons, Egyn didn't really need an invite, but she was glad she got one all the same! Now all she had to do was meet up with them at DIYU and hope the bouncer would just quietly accept her fake ID and not cause any trouble.

Oh, speak of the angel...

Normally she would humor the poor demon - but she was on a tight schedule, and Egyn wasn't patient enough to deal with his bullshit. "Outta my fuckin way loser, I got a party to go to!" And with that, she clenched her fists and slammed the bouncer into the wall with her hydrokinesis, humming as she skipped through the door. By the time the bouncer regained consciousness, he'd either be a) fired or b) realize who the fuck he was dealing with and leave her alone already.

She swung her head around, standing on tippy toes in order to get a better view of everyone around her. She found the host of the party and stepped forward to greet her, until she noticed her dance partner. A human. Not a particularly attractive one, but she wasn't about to judge Cecilia's taste in men. Actually Egyn's full of shit because she's totally judging Cecilia right now. "Hey, did you invite him to the party or what?" Egyn quirked a brow, nodding towards the human Cecilia was busy grinding on.

Before she could subtly (or not so subtly) eject the human from the vicinity, the demon king noticed the music playing. "Paralyzer? Really? This song is like, ancient history! I'm going to get the DJ to play something more modern, I'll catch ya later!" Egyn waved hastily before winding her way to the DJ, asking her to put "that ass song by Big Sean" instead.

Not even two seconds later, Egyn was at the bar, ordering a tequila sunrise. Sigh. Well, you only live once, right?

[Antonio Machiavelli]

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[kansai]

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[cecilia marsden]

Cecilia stopped her grinding when Egyn walked up and commented on her choice of dance partner. She looked behind to see who it was. He was ok, not Tenebris, really he kind of screwed some things up in her life. She charmed him so he would go away and followed Egyn over to the bar. She was ordering a drink, and she saw someone else she recognized.

"Drinking without me? How unfair~." She grinned as she sat down next to Egyn. "Antonio darling, it's been awhile." Ceci leaned on the bar. "Adventure huh? I have to have one of those." Liquor didn't affect her like it did humans but she would definitely be a little more friskier when eating. Then she turned to Egyn. "That boy, definitely didn't invite him. Ditched him quick." She hadn't really been paying attention when she had started dancing, probably shouuldn't do that.

She hadn't been expecting a man to come flying onto the bar though. Her head whipped over to see what had happened when she saw amaimon. That would explain things, she rushed over to him. "Amaimon, let's not throw the humans, they don't like it, might cause some exorcists to come." Really she didn't want that she just wanted some fun. She knew some of them were really angry after losing mammon but really it wouldn't be smart to try anything now. "Let's just have some fun alright?" She tried a winning smile on him, not thinking it would work but hey it was worth a shot.

[abelnoir]

The sun had fallen and the city was booming. Something not unfamiliar to Santa Prospera after all there was always a party going on somewhere in this city. People busy moving about one place or another either in search of fun or a place of rest. It was in this kind of crowd that a white haired thirty five year old man could be seen darting from window to window beaming as he did. His name was Abel and to call him a normal 'human' would be far from correct. He was a demon king and very particular one at that. After all instead of hating humans and everything they did he loved them. Their technology, their art, the culture everything was amazing.

And he certainly displayed it as he ran from window to window looking at all the stuff the shops had to offer. He was like a kid in a candy store. His face was pressed up against a window of a shop as he stared at a large screen TV which had some kind of game playing on it. His eyes glimmered as he stared at it."Whoa...amazing." He said as he stared at the TV and the kids playing it. Abel didn't stay there long though because in a few moments something else piqued his interest.

A sound of music a thumbing sound that resounded in his ear. Abel turned to follow the noise before stopping near a door with a man laying beside it. He could hear the sound coming from this door and above it was a sign. Abel's eyes widened he knew what this was. "This is a club! Whoa never been to one of these before...ah but I can't just walk in can I? I need to get permission by who again? Ah, the bouncer...now where is he?" Abel said scanning the area for the man that would grant him access to this wonderland. After a few minutes he spotted a man getting up he looked dazed and aching but not seriously hurt. "Excuse me are you okay? You look okay but I just want to know because sometimes injuries can be worse then you think. Ah that reminds me do you know who this bouncer is? You see I've never been in a 'club' before but I really want to. But I can't unless the bouncer says ok..."

Abel said explaining what was probably common sense to the line of people behind him. The man grabbed his head before looking up. "No not hurt just aching...and just go seems like everyone else is." He said pointing inside. Abel gleamed and took the mans hand shaking it vigorously before stepping inside. Soon he was hit by the music and the relative darkness that was surrounding him. It was amazing like a whole different world. Abel beamed this was amazing, now he knew why all those humans went to these places it was so lively! "Ah I know who that guy is...the bartender, and that guy is what was it...uhmm....DJ!" He looked at the crowd of dancers and watched them for a bit, before deciding he wanted to dance. Abel ran up to a couple tapping the guy on the shoulder. 'I want to dance! How do you dance...you look like a good dancer, could you teach me?!"

[irene morales]

Egyn smiled as Cecilia charmed that dirty human out of her sight and joined her for a drink. "I didn't think you'd ditch him so soon, hon, but I'm glad you did~" She replied amiably, shrugging her shoulders as she turned to the bartender, swinging her short feet off the stool with impatience. "Eh, why not? Gimme the best thing you got back there." Egyn nodded. Usually she had a tequila as a warm up before the more adventurous drinks, but she didn't have to justify her tastes to a lowly demon like him. After all, she was the king.

Along with that annoying, idiotic younger brother of hers, who just launched a human-sized projectile right into her drink, before she even had the chance to take a sip. "Ugh, 'Maimooooooo!!! I know you have your like, dumb ass neutrality shit going on and stuff but can you like, not do anything stupid for five seconds? Or like, do that weird balancey stuff somewhere else?!" Egyn grumbled, shooting the ginger kid a filthy look before turning back to Cecilia.

But before she could tell the blonde what a boneheaded dumbass her little bro was, something caught her eye. A certain someone, if you would. A thirty year old man, tapping the shoulder of an indignant couple as he asked them to teach him how to dance. "Fan-fucking-tastic. As if 'Maimo wasn't bad enough, now we got Beelz here acting like a total goober as usual." Egyn groaned audibly, burying her face in her hands.

This party just went from almost fun to a complete nightmare in two seconds. Only her brothers were capable of such destruction on a dramatic scale.

[greyschar4]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:275px; padding:5px; border-left: 10px solid E6E6E6;][atrb=valign,middle][style= height:310px; overflow:auto; padding-right:7px;] This really wasn’t her kind of party, Malkimir was more into balls and dances; not these sleazy clubs. Only thing the dragon smelled here was greedy mortals packing condoms and birth-control supplies, the ever present scent of alcohol and some form of new-age-drug, human vomit and every once in awhile a hidden pistol or two kept underneath the guise of a young man’s stylish jacket. She would never stoop to such a level to be seen looking like any of these fools, how could her brethren lack such pride? Do they know they are the children of the Dark Lord himself? Dressing as beautifully as possible is simply a must in this world, as self-appearance defines the class of the individual, more than any word could express. Books truly are judged by their cover, sadly enough. Malkimir didn’t mind however, the door was respectably opened by one of her associates as the little princess of a dragon strutted into the dark atmosphere of Diyu. She dressed maybe a little to formal for this, but the large bountiful, ribbon-laced knee-high dress was enough to draw few gazes, in white stilettos, ivory stockings and her long white hair bobbing with every step, she practically glowed thanks to the strobe lighting that danced across the walls and floors of the plated dance floor. For moment, she was at peace, that is until she saw a man suddenly rocket across the room. Her gaze followed the mess, and guess who was at the end of it, or well the beginning of it really. A Demon King, Maimon to be certain. A deep sigh escaped her as she shook her head and kept walking, wishing to find a secluded stool by the bartender as she can drown herself away from the stupidity of her kind. Why couldn’t her kin be a little brighter? Maimon could have simply warned the man, instead of throwing him across the room like a human dodge-ball. Obviously, not even a demon king is immortal to the powers of the exorcist. They should have known this by now, one’s already been defeated. This requires caution; it requires a deeper thinking of the situation at hand. Like now, as she walked, a hoping young man approaches her and extends his arm to take hold of her shoulder. Malk immediately sensed the trespass, sent a glare to man with her burning red eyes and her words came slow but sure, “Touch me, and I’ll kill you…” the man became still in an instant, frozen dead in his fear as he stared into eyes beckoning a sinister wrath. And it was only for a split moment, Malkimir was already walking away, finding that perfect stool at the edge of the bar counter and she plopped down and began her first order. “Red Hot Tequila, hold the ice.” She ordered the barmaid behind the counter without a care in world. See? That got her point across perfectly no blood was spilt, no one was hurt, well physically at least. Everyone is happy, still partying and going on about their business; whatever business these idiotic mortals possessed. It was class at its finest, absolutely perfect; Malkimir could have it no other way. She didn’t even seem to bother looking for other people to mingle with, at the moment she’s quite content in her corner. All she could do now was wait for something interesting to happen. A teardrop shaped glass containing a bright red mix of cinnamon, fruit-punch and heavy tequila was placed in front of her, am unfortunately skewered maraschino cherry. There was no ‘thank you,’ just a pleasurable sip of her drink. It was passable… [/style]

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