—* chaos has won

[ open starter : post mage murder, tallinn ]

“you know what helps with fear?  chocolate penises.  penii?  whatever the plural of dick is.  dicks.”

one miniature phallic shaped chocolate makes it’s way out of a small paper bag resting on the table in front of him into is mouth and he bites off the end – taking a moment to examine the slightly melting carnage before the rest of the candy is devoured.  

          ( so the table he’s lounging at - a knack for appearing so laid back            he’s practically a liquid - just happens to be in the street close to            the murder alley ( which he can’t get close to )… just so happens to have            wandered here… not that he’s looking for the dead specifically, but            hey - if some spirit wants to forewarn him about a murderer that he            can - a v o i d - then bonus points all round ).

“well… maybe not fear...”

“…and it doesn’t really help.  but it’s chocolate.  which is better than no chocolate.”

Julius wasn’t one to normally patron small cafes but this one happened to be special. The outside table he was seated at was within eyeshot of the alley where the murder had taken place, his seat gave him the perfect view of the chaos unfolding around the entrance to the alleyway. Pulled from his thoughts, he looked over as the man across from him at the table spoke. He hadn’t even noticed him sitting there.

“Dark times call for things much stronger than chocolate.” Julius glanced at the small chocolates and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the comical shape. “That or an actual dick.” Eyes drifting over to the other man, he let himself into the other’s thoughts, a man this close to a crime scene had to have a purpose. His thoughts were scattered, disorganized, and incredibly hard to read. All Julius was able to read was that he wanted to know something about the murderer. Well, that’s no fun. If the murderer was found this early it would ruin the fun of watching people panic and blame each other as their witch hunt carried them to all the wrong places. 

The Dartmorth club was packed with patrons as many celebrated the upcoming harvest and the blood moon. It was sure to be a night full of hedonism and debauchery, though where the night would take him was still up in the air. Wading his way through the crowd, he walked up to the bar and ordered a simple drink. Glancing around he took note of the woman sitting beside him. She was a vampire, fairly young from what he could tell. Without hesitation, he waved the bartender back over. "Bring the gorgeous woman another drink, on me." He turned to face her slightly, leaning sideways against the bar so he could stand closer to her. "Your glass was getting a bit low, I figured you'd appreciate another drink." He said, a small smile spreading across his face.

❛  christ,  you  really  think  i’m  happy  to  be  here?  ❜  the  werewolf  scoffed,  his  eyes  looking  towards  the  other.  ❛  my  loyalty  is  towards  the  mages,  as  far  as  bloodsuckers  and  demons  they’re  not  welcome  on  my  territory.  ❜  his  chest  expands,  he  can  feel  the  very  anger  that  once  frightened  him  as  boy  soon  become  him.  ❛  do  you  have  anything  else  to  offer  to  the  situation?  or  are  you  going  to  move  out  of  my  way?   ❜    

"You shouldn't openly display your prejudice. You never know who may be listening." Julius glared at the man, his blue eyes being consumed by black, making his annoyance evident. "And to be honest I don't care if you're happy to be here, I just wanted to know why you were out here." Anger rolled off the man in waves, but for Julius, there was nothing intimidating about it. Werewolves were just werewolves, even if they were particularly annoying.

 Nodding slowly her lips twitched a bit, perhaps she found something to finally chat about. The brunette took a slow drag before blowing out the smoke - first it was nothing but smoke but shapes formed and eventually she gave a small cast with her fingers and they broke into smaller ones before all together disappearing. “It’s just… something my friend Josh liked. Guess it’s more of a party trick.” A soft shrug before her attention turned back to the stranger. 

Julius smiled lightly at the small smoke shapes as they faded into the air. He'd seen similar tricks before but the woman casting the spell seemed different from many he had met in the past. "It may seem like just a party trick but it is difficult to execute, it's impressive." He turned back to face her the smile never wavering. "I'm Julius by the way." He watched her expression carefully for any reaction to his name. Sometimes his reputation got ahead of him and especially considering how many people he knew at the harvest, he wouldn't be surprised if his name had been floating around.

ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ for ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ᴘᴇʀᴇᴅᴜʀ ( being shameless during the blood moon )

He could hardly remember the first Harvest he attended, then again, he buried a lot of his old memories for very valid reasons. Aaron had forgotten how savage the moon could inspire him to be, making the hunger feel like an ache in his bones. With that animalistic nature, he could also feel his more carnal desires surfacing as well, and he debated on just how far he would go to satiate them. The temptation he was surrounded with only served to sway him towards giving in to his urges, what with all the fresh donors that seemed just as eager to offer themselves up.

Sitting at a table along the back wall, he sipped at his drink and scanned the crowd. Part of him wanted to see a face he could never really free his mind from, and another part of him wanted to find someone to use in order to forget her face. The latter seemed the more likely situation.

As he was observing those on the dance floor, one person stood out, their body moving to the music like they were lost in a trance. Finishing his drink off, Aaron pushed up out of his seat and approached the one who had caught his attention. He let one of his hands rest to their hip and his own body swayed in kind with their own. Leaning in he took a lungful of their scent, signing as he felt his hunger pangs grow stronger. “You smell delightful.”

Ah, the blood moon, one of Julius’s favorite events. It was a time of chaos and formerly repressed thoughts were expressed freely. For those who lived free to begin with, it was just a time of heightened hungers and desires. Those with suppressed desires were the ones who suffered during this time. Julius relished the blood moon. Souls he may not have been able to corrupt before were weak and easy to manipulate as he wished. 

Tonight, however, he wasn’t searching for weak souls or targets to manipulate, he was simply here to enjoy himself. He didn’t know how long he had been there, dancing and drinking the night away. Letting go like this wasn’t his usual, but it wasn’t something he was unfamiliar with either. 

As time went on he danced with multiple people, no care for who they were or even what they were. He paid no mind as hands gripped and pulled at his body, until a particularly strong hand rested on his hip a firm body sliding up against his own. After so long dealing with the supernatural, he was able to tell the man against him was a vampire, a species he was intimately familiar with. As words were spoken into his ear, he rolled his head slightly, exposing more of his neck to the other man. “Would you like a taste?”

julius’s “home”.

the house is a rental, a temporary stop in a long list of forgotten homes. there’s nothing special or significant about it. it’s just a beautiful house that he felt would be comfortable as his new temporary home.

open. [infl. blood moon. loc.Tallin/bar-club(?) ] 

      With the bloodmoon a few mages from Viljandi offered to show Julia the city. They seemed much more excited for the event. Plus Tallin seemed to be the place that everyone went to - Jules was just late on knowing that. Then again a small part of her feared if she left Viljandi she’d miss her friends, they’d randomly showed up and she wouldn’t be there. As time passed it seemed better to travel, hoping to run into a familiar face… That’s how she got here. The brunette was now seated, tucked in some corner of the busy place. Less vampires than expected - chalking it up to the blood moon to be far Julia didn’t know a ton about it.

    Glancing to the closest figure, she offered a smile. Probably seeming more crazy than usual. “Um – you like magic tricks?”

Everything Julius did had a purpose. Though that purpose wasn't always something devious and well planned like you may think. Tonight's purpose was simple, be entertained. The crowded club was full of all sorts of miscellaneous creatures and entities, perfect for his goal of the evening. He scanned for familiar faces but saw none he knew. He blended into the crowd not paying attention to anything in particular as he enjoyed the atmosphere. The young woman's voice caught him by surprise. It was rare that he was approached. His aura scared off most or he approached first. This was a pleasant change. "I neither like nor dislike magic. Though I'll be highly impressed if you can do a trick I've never seen before."

august of 2012 boite luxure in lyon, france. @morbidreveler​

The club lights flashed as Julius made his way across the room, in search of a particular boy. He wasn’t here by accident. For several weeks he’d been building the trail that led to this overcrowded club in the underbelly of Lyon, France. He shouldn’t have been surprised that his trail naturally ended up here. After all the boy was in search of immortals and this place was notorious for them. He didn’t care why the president of the United States’s son was seeking immortals, but he did care about the opportunity that this boy presented. All he had to do was get close to him.

Weaving through the crowd of people he finally caught sight of him sitting at a booth with several others who he didn’t recognize or care about. He moved his way through the room so that he could walk up behind the booth with ease. Several of the people at the table turned to give him looks, which he ignored. He leaned down to whisper in the man’s ear as he was attempting to turn around and see who his friends were looking at. “Whatever they’re offering you, Rowan, I promise you that I can do better.” A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he straightened up and walked away from the booth and to a less crowded room in the club. He knew Rowan would follow him, he had no doubt of that, he just wondered how long it would actually take. Leaning against the wall, he entertained himself watching those around the room caught in their intimate moments as he waited on Rowan to join him.