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(Solomon's nightmare battle with Alexander)
[Tue Apr 23 2024]
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.
Alexander says "Not again...!"
Alexander says "Naked again! What is this...!?"
Solomon says "Really? "
Alexander says "You! "
Solomon says "Miss Alice, I have to say. I may need to track you down to teach you the value of clothing."
Alexander says "I had clothes!"
Solomon says "And now, what? You're just some pretty young thing?"
Solomon stalks through the nightmare, full of some lazy upset.
Alexander says "I didn't ask to get dragged here you freak!"
Solomon says "You did. I do not know who you work for, but -- you are sworn to some society in the night."
Alexander turns and sprints seemingly in the exact wrong direction, frowning deeply. "Let's just get this over with you jerk!" She fishes and fumbles for a knife.
Solomon moves -- he does not bother to draw his blade, instead lashing out with a lazy backhand against Alexander, his wrist catching her own as she raises her knife. He twists, with some elegant skill. "I'm not a jerk," he tells her. "Well -- I am, but you have yet to even realize."
Alexander scowls as she brings her arms infront of her wincing as she fends off the back hand. She pivots and lunges forward slashing the air with her knife. "Yeah yeah, save it!" She scowls.
Solomon's blade comes out just a tiny bit -- just enough to catch steel on steel -- without ever entirely leaving its scabbard. As it does, Solomon shifts, with a low kick at Alexander's knee she just barely dodges.
Alexander winces, slipping back a half step as he strikes air and lunges forward slashing into his blade again. "Toying with me! Why? What's the point of this attack!?" She insists.
This time Solomon just leans back, letting Alexander's knife slice by him in the empty air, and then it's a hard, fast dart out, a hard knife-hand to force her back. "There's a joy to toying with a pretty young thing," he tells her. "Especially one in such dishabille."
Alexander glowers looking at herself and springs forwardangry enough to do a series of floundering slashes, easily parried.
It's fluid, graceful movement, shifting from side to side as Alexander slashes at Solomon fruitlessly, and then there's low kick, square in her gut. Her armor absorbs it, but there's an oof, stealing wind as the red-eyed devil advances on her.
Alexander pants softly as the kick strikes her gut, she staggers back and lashes out parried and then skips backwards some, trying to catch her breath. To her credit, she keeps up the fight.
Now it's on -- Solomon closing the gap, and the kick is followed up with a hammer-blow, a balled fist with inhuman strength striking Alexander's chest. "Such a pretty young thing," he tells her. "I will have to find you." It's a naked threat.
Alexander scowls. "I'm-" She gasps as the fist strikes her in the chest, she topples and from the floor slashes at him. "Not...." she out of breath, wheezing, "Afraid of you!"
"You should be." Solomon's words are terrible, dark, and he raises his hand to bring it down for some awful backhand -- only for that to be a feint, as he spins a little to kick out Alexander's knee, sending her collapsing, toppling out of the nightmare. "Good-night, Alice. I'll find you."
Alexander fades out of the nightmare.
Solomons Nightmare Battle With Alexander 240424
(Solomon's nightmare battle with Alexander)
[Tue Apr 23 2024]
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.
Alexander says "Not again...!"
Alexander says "Naked again! What is this...!?"
Solomon says "Really? "
Alexander says "You! "
Solomon says "Miss Alice, I have to say. I may need to track you down to teach you the value of clothing."
Alexander says "I had clothes!"
Solomon says "And now, what? You're just some pretty young thing?"
Solomon stalks through the nightmare, full of some lazy upset.
Alexander says "I didn't ask to get dragged here you freak!"
Solomon says "You did. I do not know who you work for, but -- you are sworn to some society in the night."
Alexander turns and sprints seemingly in the exact wrong direction, frowning deeply. "Let's just get this over with you jerk!" She fishes and fumbles for a knife.
Solomon moves -- he does not bother to draw his blade, instead lashing out with a lazy backhand against Alexander, his wrist catching her own as she raises her knife. He twists, with some elegant skill. "I'm not a jerk," he tells her. "Well -- I am, but you have yet to even realize."
Alexander scowls as she brings her arms infront of her wincing as she fends off the back hand. She pivots and lunges forward slashing the air with her knife. "Yeah yeah, save it!" She scowls.
Solomon's blade comes out just a tiny bit -- just enough to catch steel on steel -- without ever entirely leaving its scabbard. As it does, Solomon shifts, with a low kick at Alexander's knee she just barely dodges.
Alexander winces, slipping back a half step as he strikes air and lunges forward slashing into his blade again. "Toying with me! Why? What's the point of this attack!?" She insists.
This time Solomon just leans back, letting Alexander's knife slice by him in the empty air, and then it's a hard, fast dart out, a hard knife-hand to force her back. "There's a joy to toying with a pretty young thing," he tells her. "Especially one in such dishabille."
Alexander glowers looking at herself and springs forwardangry enough to do a series of floundering slashes, easily parried.
It's fluid, graceful movement, shifting from side to side as Alexander slashes at Solomon fruitlessly, and then there's low kick, square in her gut. Her armor absorbs it, but there's an oof, stealing wind as the red-eyed devil advances on her.
Alexander pants softly as the kick strikes her gut, she staggers back and lashes out parried and then skips backwards some, trying to catch her breath. To her credit, she keeps up the fight.
Now it's on -- Solomon closing the gap, and the kick is followed up with a hammer-blow, a balled fist with inhuman strength striking Alexander's chest. "Such a pretty young thing," he tells her. "I will have to find you." It's a naked threat.
Alexander scowls. "I'm-" She gasps as the fist strikes her in the chest, she topples and from the floor slashes at him. "Not...." she out of breath, wheezing, "Afraid of you!"
"You should be." Solomon's words are terrible, dark, and he raises his hand to bring it down for some awful backhand -- only for that to be a feint, as he spins a little to kick out Alexander's knee, sending her collapsing, toppling out of the nightmare. "Good-night, Alice. I'll find you."
Alexander fades out of the nightmare.