<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/4p2FwwY/starfire12.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ main floor ---> House Of Mystery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Long, deep purple, wrap jumpsuit with very high frontal thigh slits and very low V neck (as pictured – extra reference (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/11/21/5bf55eaa12cd4a268770d8f0/m_5bf55eab035cf1946d4b8cbf.jpg)) paired with purple glitter stiletto heels (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/c2/95/8ec29537732242b186d245a5e299314a.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Constantine / Zatanna / Lucifer / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>TL:DR Kory got summoned and didn’t like it >.><br/><hr/>It was Koriand’r’s third sunset on Earth, and all things considered, she believed that she was coping fairly well with the vibrant and at times, very challenging culture shock. Courtesy of her ‘guide’ - despite him not being Human, she had acquired a mobile phone device with a generous data plan to aid her research, a closet of assorted clothing which, she was still getting used to; and at least three out of the six thousand languages of Earth – she had conceded that assimilation of the entire collection would have to be a gradual process, least she be overwhelmed by all the new vocabulary. After her clothing<em>faux pas</em>the previous night, or rather, her<em>lack</em>of clothing, she had decided to enlist the assistance of one of the female members of Lux’s bar staff, who happened to be renting the room opposite that which Lucifer had kindly granted her indefinite use of. After a very in-depth consultation, which unintentionally resulted in<em>another</em>new language assimilation for the far-too enthusiastic alien – the inevitably very flushed barmaid was originally from the Philippines; Koriand’r eventually descended to the main floor of the piano club in a slightly classier ensemble for tonight’s revelries. In spite of her personal preferences, she wanted to at least<em>try</em>Human customs, even if it was just the one attempt. Long, feminine dresses similar to the garment she had chosen for tonight – or ‘jumpsuit’ as the barmaid had called it, were not entirely unheard of on Tamaran, and the styling was not so different, aside from a slight difference in material and texture. The frontal slits of the jumpsuit were so high up, that she might as well have been wearing a leotard. The very lightweight material glided over her flesh with every step, revealing the entirety of her legs all the way up to the scandalous base of her pelvis at the very top of her thighs. The way that the material billowed behind her though, created a very dramatic flair, which certainly enhanced her entrance into the main room. Yet on closer inspection, it was irrefutably clear from the deep plunge of the V-neck cleavage and matching, deep V back – though partially concealed by her loose hair – that she wasn’t wearing any lingerie whatsoever underneath; and as she casually strolled past a group of seated young businessmen, the question on their lips was whether the same could be said about her lower half.<br/><br/>The excitement didn’t start or end with Koriand’r’s apparently 'conservative' outfit though. If her ombre tipped, lusciously thick and long, naturally waving red hair, wasn’t eye-catching enough, then her inhuman, luminescent green eyes were certainly the<em>pièce de résistance</em>. One, slightly tipsy Human had decided that complimenting her ‘contacts’ might be a good chat-up line, much to the amusement of his friends who were very quick to humiliate him for trying, leaving a rather confused Koriand’r trying to fathom what he even meant by ‘contacts’. Many of the club’s patrons seemed to think that she was an exhibit purely there for their entertainment, and whilst she didn’t mind the constant attention, she did find the constant flashes of phone cameras and requests for ‘selfies’ to be getting irksome rather quickly. There were some benefits though to even out the irritations, such as the way that people just automatically moved out the way for her as she stepped towards the bar area, or her suddenly acquiring an extra cocktail beyond the freebies at the club proprietor’s expense. Turns out she was actually fairly good for business. Since she had no reason to lie to anyone, she was very honest when people asked who she was and where she was from, and though many laughed at such a tall tale, there were others who were starting to actually believe her extra-terrestrial claims. How else could they describe her remarkable eyes, after all? Either way, alien hoax or no, her face was bound to be making an impact on Instagram across Perth before the end of the night.<br/><br/>The club was very quickly filling up, especially given how early in the night it still was, and as far more scantily clad women passed through the main doors in short and glittery dresses, it occurred to the Tamaranean Princess that she’d perhaps gone the<em>opposite</em>way tonight and was now<em>over</em>dressed! A more mature male with greying hair didn’t seem to mind though as he explained the stock market to her – a question she now deeply regretted, but it was inevitable that her gaze strayed in search of her Earth guide for his more valued opinion. So enthralled by all the Human company and attention had she been since stepping downstairs, that she had not realised it was Lucifer himself, seated at the main piano, providing the background music she’d been sub-consciously enjoying. Now that she’d finally spotted him, she cast an excited smile his way and, like an opposing magnet, was pulled in his direction during mid-flow conversation without so much as a ‘thank you’ or ‘goodbye’ to the stammering and flabbergasted, grey-haired man. The stage was usually out of bounds to anyone<em>but</em>the performers, but Koriand’r had no knowledge or regard for the club rules as she contentedly stepped up on the raised platform and sat herself down next to the club’s host on the velvet black cushion of the piano stool. Her attention was immediately attracted to the way that his fingers began to glide over the ivory keys, inspiring a very calming melody unlike anything she’d ever heard before. Crossing her outer leg over her inner thigh nearest him, the toe of her stiletto nudged against his shin, whilst her hand rested on the very edge of the stool directly behind where he sat, allowing her to lean in slightly without disturbing him<em>too</em>much. As if he read her mind at that very moment, he answered the silent question that was playing on her lips, replaced by a tiny hint of a smirk as he once again insisted on calling her ‘Princess’.<br/><br/><strong>“The music is very soothing, but it also sounds sad.”</strong>She remarked, canting her head slightly to the use of minor notes and an overall, fairly sombre mood of the lower notes which were brightening by the higher notes, like a ray of hope.<strong>“It’s beautiful,”</strong>she softly concluded, almost hypnotised by the hidden story and emotion within the melody, whilst religiously watching the constant movement of his hands across the ivory and black keys. It was satisfying enough to simply sit, watch and listen, and the aura of calm was definitely welcome after being harassed for attention on the main floor. Unlike Lucifer, she felt nothing but a very peaceful haze, whilst she battled with the urge to reach out and lay her hand over his, so she might feel the music as he played it. The only thing that stopped her from obeying her instincts was the simple fact that she didn’t want to disrupt the flow of the music. She did however, tire of watching his hands. As interesting as they were, her gaze soon trailed of the length of his arms covered in a deep red material, which practically begged to be touched; all the way up to his shoulder, neck and finally, the profile of his face. The expression was relaxed, except for a slight furrow to his brow, which was gradually deepening with what she presumed to be a combination of deep concentration and<em>feeling</em>the music. Tamaranean musicians at least, were as expressive as their various art forms, and she could not fathom how anyone could listen to such a melody without showing some sort of appreciation on their face. A melody which very abruptly adapted and changed into a lighter mood, catching her off guard with the sudden flicker of her attention back to the pianist’s hands. Halfway through, some of the rowdier club patrons passing behind her actually had the audacity to occupy the seated area there and begin to talk and laugh very loudly over the music, which irked her to the point of casting them a<em>very</em>disgruntled glare over her shoulder. An uncompromising glare, which didn’t cease until she’d made them uncomfortable enough to pick up their drinks and move to a different booth, further away. But then, the music changed again! A more frantic and exciting melody, where Lucifer’s hands were moving more rapidly across the keys, much to her delight and awe. It sounded as though he was building up to something, reaching an exciting climax, and the ulterior connotations of the escalating rhythm inspired a renewed appreciation for the piano piece, which had started so sombre and unexpectedly transformed into something that hitched her breath and very teasingly balanced her wonderfully over the precipice of the edge. Lucifer was right, this Human artist was indeed<em>very</em>talented! She waited, and waited, for the climatic finish, to be tipped<em>over</em>the edge, but suddenly, he stopped. Was… that<em>it</em>!? No!<em>No-no-no</em>… the song couldn’t end there. Was it supposed to end there? She wanted more, but as she expectantly stared into deep blue eyes and released the breath she’d been holding, her heightened mood was instantly alarmed by the tone of Lucifer’s voice. Brows furrowed, but she slid her hand through the gap between his arm and ribs nonetheless.<br/><br/><strong>“Tell them no, you are busy making music.”</strong>Her voice practically purred against his ear as she leaned into him, this time very intentionally nudging the toe of her stiletto against his shin. An up and down grazing that didn’t relent, not even as he raised his voice to address the crowds in the club. The saving grace was the distraction granted by the unexpected contradiction of rough and smooth, as she felt the velvet of his suit jacket brushing against her skin. Curiously, her other hand reached across to stroke down the length of his covered bicep, and it was as she was appreciating the strange texture of the fabric, that<em>it</em>happened. Marked by a dramatically struck chord, her vision was suddenly blinded by a light with the intensity of an aggressive solar flare, as reality as she knew it uncomfortably bended and twisted with a strange push and pull sensation all at once against her limbs. Those intensely uncomfortable seconds may have been fleeting, but as her blinded vision returned to the clearing of smoke, Koriand’r’s defences instantly flared up. In a panicked moment where she regathered her senses, she realised that she was no longer in the piano club anymore, and all the people who had been taking selfies and talking to her, were now gone; disappeared into nothing as if they had never been there to begin with. Lucifer was still next to her, along with the piano, and the stool beneath her, which combined were a much needed comfort, but not enough to completely ease her mounting agitation. Slowly unlatched herself from Lucifer’s arm, she glared uncompromisingly at the two individuals: Two strangers, one male and one female, staring right back at her. Her eyes narrowed, and without warning, her body began to emit a warning aura of rising heat as her stored energy was provoked by her unsettled serenity.<br/><br/>In spite of her companion’s ironic calm, Koriand’r was unable to relax in her new environment. Her hackles were indeed raised, in part because she didn’t take too kindly to being transported somewhere without her permission, or knowledge of where she was going. Years of slavery and months of torture would do that to a person… but she was also unnerved by the strange, glowing symbols carved around the piano, as if she had suddenly become a sacrifice to an archaic entity worshipped by a primitive species. Contrary to the spontaneous melody being tickled against the piano keys, the ombre tips of her hair suddenly seemed to catch fire, and her eyes burned with a brighter shade of neon green luminescence as she glared at the potential threats. Though she felt Lucifer’s eyes on her, her glare didn’t relent, and she certainly wouldn’t be calm until the two strangers explained themselves. In all the confusion and heightened defensive posturing, it didn’t occur to her that her ‘guide’ was instrumental to her being brought to this strange new location. Indeed, she'd quite forgotten that he’d<em>instructed</em>her to take his arm, not quite connecting the dots. Instead, the alien princess sat in silence with a heated intensity, awaiting the slightest provocation whilst Lucifer handled the bulk of the talking. She picked up on his bland tone, and the way that he gave more attention to his piano than he did to them. Was he agitated too? It certainly sent her the message that these two individuals were not yet to be trusted, and that he was perhaps as irritated by their presence as she was; or perhaps she was merely projecting her agitation. Either way, without warning, her rear lifted until she was hovering above the piano stool in a semi-seated position mid-air. Lifting one arm up, a surge of the brightest green energy caught alight within her clawed palm, until it appeared as though her entire hand was ablaze with what manifested into a steady, spherical orb of pure energy.<br/><br/><em>Spell</em>…<em>Summon</em>…<em>Christmas</em>… she frowned as she processed words that did not translate well against her own knowledge and culture, and therefore remained silent as she glaringly waited for the two Humans -<em>presumably</em>- to explain themselves. The Okaarans had taught her that sometimes it was better not to pollute the air with too many words, and simply wait for the other side to speak their peace.<br/>