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   Crimson spectacles cast a bloody vision for those piercing orbs, the    empty room provides her a moment to ease those tense muscles, to    lower that raised chin for just a moment... ONLY a moment, however.

   The older woman seats herself within the break room, one leg crossed    over the other, as a plastic bag is set upon the table. Once she has    herself situated... A flick of one of her fingers & suddenly the coffee    machine WHIRRS to life as a mug is placed nearby once it is properly    brewed.

the trickster, too, found himself slightly out of breath from their sparring, and the gentle but firm weight of the warrior on top of him wasn't helping. sharp green eyes flickered over fandral's face briefly, as the corners of his lips twitched upwards into a cheeky smirk.

" the rules only apply if they work in my favour. " he practically purrs in response before, quick as a flash, loki moves. with a sharp twist of his hips and a sudden bridge upwards, he hoped the surprise would be enough to reverse their positions and pin fandral in his stead.

@cleaverxfever asked: "only. god. can. judge. me."

Dispatch || Accepting !!

        ❝ Eh, false. I am currently judgin' you. ❞

   Thugs. Commonplace, low-life, scum-sucking, thrill-seeking troublemakers    that make up her day-to-day as a Nova Knight. Street-level nonsense was    her PREFERRED rodeo, low-level stakes that aided the public & lessened    the burden on those padded shoulders.

        ❝ Look, it's just me here this time. Believe it or not; I'm            more lax than the rest of the Force. ❞

   N.O.V.A. pipes up in her helmet, urging caution & to think before making    a decision that might end up with her making a mistake. However, she    opts to ignore her mentor... For NOW.

a slurred giggle escaped amos's jaws before he had the chance to attempt seriousness , twisting on his heel to face the vampire with blown pupils & glitter sewn curls.          ❛             how humble of you !            ❜          the immortal shouted over the music , the base seeping into his bones & reverberating through his core. this particular club was packed , everyone rolling on something , or like amos , a lot. it should be shameful , admitting that being this high was one of the only ways amos could combat his grief. you'd think after centuries , the loss of a loved one would fade. if anything , that emptiness only seemed to grow.

amos blinked against the harsh lights of the dance floor , the man before him wavering in & out of vibrant colors , so fluid it was hard for the oracle to discern what was strobe or aura. a wave of chilly unease arched through him , as it always did beneath the sharp gaze of a vampire , but his neck rolled to the side instead with a crack , ignoring the warning of danger to arch himself closer with a wide grin.          ❛             hey .. holy shit , i do know you , don't i ?            ❜          his brain was a jumbled haze , but he recognized lestat. not from the set he'd done at the concert venue a few days ago , but from decades prior.

amos's occult shop in new orleans had long since shut its doors , but back in the 1920s it had been thriving. they'd crossed paths many times , though amos vaguely recalled lestat having two people by his side back then. here , he was alone. time had a horrible way of robbing you , didn't it ? amos blinked & swayed on his heels , the room going muffled as the dj moved to change the next set of songs , leaving the immortal to shake a bump onto his thumb & inhale with a groan , returning his attention toward the vampire with a dimpled grin & flushed cheeks.          ❛             word .. word of warning. i told you back then , too , but my .. blood tastes fucking awful. i wouldn't try it.            ❜