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(Novel's nightmare battle with Siofra)
[Wed Mar 26 2025]
At the Front Bar and Lounge of The Succubus Club
Though the thrum of club music greets visitors fresh in the door, the
sound is muted in this front partition bar, granting space for
conversational drinks and a place to request bottle service. The building
itself is a converted club warehouse, design sleek with the flash of modern
club setting and new renovation. Floating shelves with LED accent lighting
and a lit glass back drop lays scene for a multitude of liquor bottles
behind the bar, ranging from well club swills and beer displays to premium
bottles with prettier and pricier labels. The bar itself is long and topped
with smoked, sheened glass on the top surface, space for standing lounge
available toward the ends, past the available line of seating. A few pieces
of lounge furniture is on the other side of the room for more intimate
gathering away from the music and a smoking patio is visible through the
front doors when they open.
The bar area extends into a wide open dance floor ahead with waitress
service and wall lounge seating, the energy of the dance and trap music
compelling movement.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Siofra's expression shifts, turning about face. "Business."
It's a quick draw. A reach to her side and immediate CRACKLE LACKLE MOTHERFUCKER of the volt-9000. Sending two little nipples of zaps out from lightning lines to the figure what's not Hand.
"Novel!" Siofra greets.
Novel makes a 'huh' noise of confusion, cocking his head between the trio - and then focusing. "Guess it's us against Siofra and whoever the fuck else - guh." The man makes an annoyed grunt as he's set to jittering, spasming in place around his weapons, teeth clattering, "Ff-fuck," though it doesn't stop him from striding forwards.
Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) does the shifting thing, a scream and a rip of flesh- and then a lethargic amble as her blood catches up with the larger body.
Novel does the only sensible thing a man can when suddenly confronted by a terrible, screaming thing - his blade sings through the air, whistling, though all it does is give Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) a close shave as he drives forwards with both-hands, seemingly intent on trying to end the fight immediately and, alas, missing his mark with a grunt. "Too fucking fast," He says, aggravated.
A panda pitched whine as Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) sprawls out on her stomach on the recently mopped floor- or perhaps she just imagines it that way. What a Nightmare. With four legs, however, and widened, manic eyes, the shrill tone goes Motown and she pounces up to snap at Novel's arm, driven off by the blade.
Ruprecht muses whimsically, "I don't think she liked that, Larry. Or maybe, maybe you swept her right off her fucking feet. Cigarette?"
Novel warps through the nightmare - he's moving as she snaps away, slipping to one side and flickering his blade out in response, recovering his balance and falling into an easy crouch as the weapon slides. He murmurs, "Bad timing for you, huh? Good exercise, at least. Getting some frustrations out. I wonder why I'm here, though?"
Lorenzo leans lazily against the bar, regarding the sleeping teenager with a disdainful smirk. "Trust me, Rup, I sweep plenty off their feet-but I generally prefer them conscious." He flicks a dismissive hand toward someone, letting out a low chuckle that borders on sinister.
His vibrant blues slide sidelong at Ruprecht's cigarette, before shaking his head. "You know, I quit ages ago. That stuff will kill you-eventually," he purrs, voice dripping in sarcastic irony. His fingertips drum rhythmically on the polished marble, gaze flickering briefly back toward the slumbering girl.
"Maybe someone should carry Sleeping Beauty home before the grown-ups start having real fun," Lorenzo muses, amusement laced through every word. "Or we could let her wake up and realize life's disappointments firsthand."
He grins sharply, eyes glinting with an almost predatory delight. "Either way, let's make sure she doesn't drool on my bar, yeah?"
Lorenzo leans lazily against the bar, regarding the sleeping teenager with a disdainful smirk. "Trust me, Rup, I sweep plenty off their feet-but I generally prefer them conscious." He flicks a dismissive hand toward the girl, letting out a low chuckle that borders on sinister.
His vibrant blues slide sidelong at Ruprecht's cigarette, before shaking his head. "You know, I quit ages ago. That stuff will kill you-eventually," he purrs, voice dripping in sarcastic irony. His fingertips drum rhythmically on the polished marble, gaze flickering briefly back toward the slumbering girl.
"Maybe someone should carry Sleeping Beauty home before the grown-ups start having real fun," Lorenzo muses, amusement laced through every word. "Or we could let her wake up and realize life's disappointments firsthand."
He grins sharply, eyes glinting with an almost predatory delight. "Either way, let's make sure she doesn't drool on my bar, yeah?"
It's a repetitive wrangle with a Wild animal. The wide slashes of claws at the kevlar.. Parried? A product of the supernatural world, where men are taller than Pandas and much, much stronger.@me snaps and snarls and bleats all gnarled- but there's a sword near her eyes and that's just no good.
Ruprecht doesn't seem so worried for the lady's sake. Surely, she'll be fine. He waves it at Lorenzo a few more times, that Pall Mall. No, really? No relapse. Awww. More for him, then. "Think it'll kill me faster than whatever's filling the cracks in my pavement? I sure don't." Click. Ember. Happy.
Novel continues to keep his assault, abusing the fact he has a nice long lever in a piece of scrap metal that twists left and right to keep Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) away. He falls silent at the lack of banter back, instead simply driving forwards with vicious attack into Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s belly.
Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s stomach splits open, almost as wide as the Nightmare will allow before the waking start. However, the cut knits, following the blade like a zipper as her eyes roll back in her head with a drunk stagger. The next snap is wounded and of territorial warning, a side profile with raised hackles as she limps towards the counter.
Novel casually turns the slice into a cut across the shoulder, where Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s left arm would be, but, you know. On all fours. Are they all legs? Or all arms? Hard to say, as he steps past in a sweeping cut, readying for the follow-up strike. "Gotta be more careful about stuff. Guess Lorenzo and Catman aren't involved."
Another sad bleat of the Reddening Panda. Fun fact; a group of pandas is called an embarrassment, and Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) is without its own. As such the swipe that comes at Novel's blade is more a high-five than a raking maneuver. There's not much left in the tank.
Novel seems largely untouchable, his form swift and his body simply being where Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s claws aren't. And so the blade sings out - and down, hacking at the unwounded side as Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) lists to the other, in fierce, vicious strike. "Well, too bad, I guess." He notes.
Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) fades out of the nightmare.
Novels Nightmare Battle With Siofra 250402
(Novel's nightmare battle with Siofra)
[Wed Mar 26 2025]
At the Front Bar and Lounge of The Succubus Club
Though the thrum of club music greets visitors fresh in the door, the
sound is muted in this front partition bar, granting space for
conversational drinks and a place to request bottle service. The building
itself is a converted club warehouse, design sleek with the flash of modern
club setting and new renovation. Floating shelves with LED accent lighting
and a lit glass back drop lays scene for a multitude of liquor bottles
behind the bar, ranging from well club swills and beer displays to premium
bottles with prettier and pricier labels. The bar itself is long and topped
with smoked, sheened glass on the top surface, space for standing lounge
available toward the ends, past the available line of seating. A few pieces
of lounge furniture is on the other side of the room for more intimate
gathering away from the music and a smoking patio is visible through the
front doors when they open.
The bar area extends into a wide open dance floor ahead with waitress
service and wall lounge seating, the energy of the dance and trap music
compelling movement.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Siofra's expression shifts, turning about face. "Business."
It's a quick draw. A reach to her side and immediate CRACKLE LACKLE MOTHERFUCKER of the volt-9000. Sending two little nipples of zaps out from lightning lines to the figure what's not Hand.
"Novel!" Siofra greets.
Novel makes a 'huh' noise of confusion, cocking his head between the trio - and then focusing. "Guess it's us against Siofra and whoever the fuck else - guh." The man makes an annoyed grunt as he's set to jittering, spasming in place around his weapons, teeth clattering, "Ff-fuck," though it doesn't stop him from striding forwards.
Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) does the shifting thing, a scream and a rip of flesh- and then a lethargic amble as her blood catches up with the larger body.
Novel does the only sensible thing a man can when suddenly confronted by a terrible, screaming thing - his blade sings through the air, whistling, though all it does is give Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) a close shave as he drives forwards with both-hands, seemingly intent on trying to end the fight immediately and, alas, missing his mark with a grunt. "Too fucking fast," He says, aggravated.
A panda pitched whine as Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) sprawls out on her stomach on the recently mopped floor- or perhaps she just imagines it that way. What a Nightmare. With four legs, however, and widened, manic eyes, the shrill tone goes Motown and she pounces up to snap at Novel's arm, driven off by the blade.
Ruprecht muses whimsically, "I don't think she liked that, Larry. Or maybe, maybe you swept her right off her fucking feet. Cigarette?"
Novel warps through the nightmare - he's moving as she snaps away, slipping to one side and flickering his blade out in response, recovering his balance and falling into an easy crouch as the weapon slides. He murmurs, "Bad timing for you, huh? Good exercise, at least. Getting some frustrations out. I wonder why I'm here, though?"
Lorenzo leans lazily against the bar, regarding the sleeping teenager with a disdainful smirk. "Trust me, Rup, I sweep plenty off their feet-but I generally prefer them conscious." He flicks a dismissive hand toward someone, letting out a low chuckle that borders on sinister.
His vibrant blues slide sidelong at Ruprecht's cigarette, before shaking his head. "You know, I quit ages ago. That stuff will kill you-eventually," he purrs, voice dripping in sarcastic irony. His fingertips drum rhythmically on the polished marble, gaze flickering briefly back toward the slumbering girl.
"Maybe someone should carry Sleeping Beauty home before the grown-ups start having real fun," Lorenzo muses, amusement laced through every word. "Or we could let her wake up and realize life's disappointments firsthand."
He grins sharply, eyes glinting with an almost predatory delight. "Either way, let's make sure she doesn't drool on my bar, yeah?"
Lorenzo leans lazily against the bar, regarding the sleeping teenager with a disdainful smirk. "Trust me, Rup, I sweep plenty off their feet-but I generally prefer them conscious." He flicks a dismissive hand toward the girl, letting out a low chuckle that borders on sinister.
His vibrant blues slide sidelong at Ruprecht's cigarette, before shaking his head. "You know, I quit ages ago. That stuff will kill you-eventually," he purrs, voice dripping in sarcastic irony. His fingertips drum rhythmically on the polished marble, gaze flickering briefly back toward the slumbering girl.
"Maybe someone should carry Sleeping Beauty home before the grown-ups start having real fun," Lorenzo muses, amusement laced through every word. "Or we could let her wake up and realize life's disappointments firsthand."
He grins sharply, eyes glinting with an almost predatory delight. "Either way, let's make sure she doesn't drool on my bar, yeah?"
It's a repetitive wrangle with a Wild animal. The wide slashes of claws at the kevlar.. Parried? A product of the supernatural world, where men are taller than Pandas and much, much stronger.@me snaps and snarls and bleats all gnarled- but there's a sword near her eyes and that's just no good.
Ruprecht doesn't seem so worried for the lady's sake. Surely, she'll be fine. He waves it at Lorenzo a few more times, that Pall Mall. No, really? No relapse. Awww. More for him, then. "Think it'll kill me faster than whatever's filling the cracks in my pavement? I sure don't." Click. Ember. Happy.
Novel continues to keep his assault, abusing the fact he has a nice long lever in a piece of scrap metal that twists left and right to keep Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) away. He falls silent at the lack of banter back, instead simply driving forwards with vicious attack into Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s belly.
Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s stomach splits open, almost as wide as the Nightmare will allow before the waking start. However, the cut knits, following the blade like a zipper as her eyes roll back in her head with a drunk stagger. The next snap is wounded and of territorial warning, a side profile with raised hackles as she limps towards the counter.
Novel casually turns the slice into a cut across the shoulder, where Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s left arm would be, but, you know. On all fours. Are they all legs? Or all arms? Hard to say, as he steps past in a sweeping cut, readying for the follow-up strike. "Gotta be more careful about stuff. Guess Lorenzo and Catman aren't involved."
Another sad bleat of the Reddening Panda. Fun fact; a group of pandas is called an embarrassment, and Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) is without its own. As such the swipe that comes at Novel's blade is more a high-five than a raking maneuver. There's not much left in the tank.
Novel seems largely untouchable, his form swift and his body simply being where Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda)'s claws aren't. And so the blade sings out - and down, hacking at the unwounded side as Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) lists to the other, in fierce, vicious strike. "Well, too bad, I guess." He notes.
Siofra(Ailuropoda melanoleuca, or Giant Panda) fades out of the nightmare.