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caughtinanetwork2013-05-27 06:38 pm
aim_exorable) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-05-27 06:38 pm
26 ♐ Video ♐ This is how you romance
[Backdated to Sunday]
[Locked from Summoner and the eyes of children]
-I'll kill you, I swear it, you reject of slurry, you waste of genetic material. I will kill you and break your horns off and wear them as earrings you- [There's a loud crash, Mindfang having attempted to throw herself at the other blue blood, fury in her eyes only to be pulled to the side by some force and slammed into a desk.] FUCK YOU! I will destroy you Expatriate, I will show you what a piece of hoofbeast manure you are, what a runt of a barkbeast pup you are and I will shatter every bone in your body I, I... I will- [This goes on, a lovely background noise for all. Someone cover the ears of children pls.]
[Darkleer, in the meanwhile, seems to be quite calm. In fact, one could almost call him smug as he watches Mindfang in her fury. Then again, maybe it's the outfit that's caught so much of his attention. Anyone who knows Kanaya Maryam's work in fashion might be able to see her influence in the stunning dress, a lovely mixture of Victorian style and French Rococo. There is most certainly a corset involved. There's even some lovely jewelry around her neck! Nice, isn't it?]
[He reaches up as if to rest his fingers by his temple, glasses still on, and the Marquise seems to stiffen, body clearly being forced into straightening out. Just as stiffly, she seems to reach for a teapot so that she can pour a cup. There is a clear inner struggle in her fighting against something- it is quite possible that she wants to toss the pot at his head.]
[Darkleer just starts to speak.]
Isn't it amazing what a bath and a change of clothing can accomplish? While bestowed with a lovely title such as Marquise, our dear Lady Spinneret Mindfang was nothing but a ragged, crude, disgusting little pirate wench. Now she looks as a proper highblood should. [A tsk.] Alas, she is still merely a cerulean blood and must care for her betters.
That said, would anyone care to visit for a cup of tea? [He gives a smirk.] I am certain the good Marquise would adore serving some more.
[Mindfang gives him a clearly furious look at this, her hand tightening on the teapot and god does she want to hit him with it. But instead her arm just gently puts the teapot down, Mindfang slowly turning a shade of blue]
You mother fucking bucket slut, I am going to choke you with your hair, you will never see anyother moonrise, I will slaughter you and use your teeth as bullets you wiggler-
[There's a hard kick aimed at the table and yet again Mindfang attempts to attack him]
[Locked from Summoner and the eyes of children]
-I'll kill you, I swear it, you reject of slurry, you waste of genetic material. I will kill you and break your horns off and wear them as earrings you- [There's a loud crash, Mindfang having attempted to throw herself at the other blue blood, fury in her eyes only to be pulled to the side by some force and slammed into a desk.] FUCK YOU! I will destroy you Expatriate, I will show you what a piece of hoofbeast manure you are, what a runt of a barkbeast pup you are and I will shatter every bone in your body I, I... I will- [This goes on, a lovely background noise for all. Someone cover the ears of children pls.]
[Darkleer, in the meanwhile, seems to be quite calm. In fact, one could almost call him smug as he watches Mindfang in her fury. Then again, maybe it's the outfit that's caught so much of his attention. Anyone who knows Kanaya Maryam's work in fashion might be able to see her influence in the stunning dress, a lovely mixture of Victorian style and French Rococo. There is most certainly a corset involved. There's even some lovely jewelry around her neck! Nice, isn't it?]
[He reaches up as if to rest his fingers by his temple, glasses still on, and the Marquise seems to stiffen, body clearly being forced into straightening out. Just as stiffly, she seems to reach for a teapot so that she can pour a cup. There is a clear inner struggle in her fighting against something- it is quite possible that she wants to toss the pot at his head.]
[Darkleer just starts to speak.]
Isn't it amazing what a bath and a change of clothing can accomplish? While bestowed with a lovely title such as Marquise, our dear Lady Spinneret Mindfang was nothing but a ragged, crude, disgusting little pirate wench. Now she looks as a proper highblood should. [A tsk.] Alas, she is still merely a cerulean blood and must care for her betters.
That said, would anyone care to visit for a cup of tea? [He gives a smirk.] I am certain the good Marquise would adore serving some more.
[Mindfang gives him a clearly furious look at this, her hand tightening on the teapot and god does she want to hit him with it. But instead her arm just gently puts the teapot down, Mindfang slowly turning a shade of blue]
You mother fucking bucket slut, I am going to choke you with your hair, you will never see anyother moonrise, I will slaughter you and use your teeth as bullets you wiggler-
[There's a hard kick aimed at the table and yet again Mindfang attempts to attack him]