bad joujoux [bad playthings]
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				Title: <strong>bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>28-10-2016, 01:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNEs9b4sm_c/T2N-RA3xFvI/AAAAAAADmv0/TQb2EDPQI4U/s1600/23.jpg)</div>Whispers rang through the brothel’s elegantly dressed halls at all hours, whispers of filth, of mirth, of scandals and gossip but only one whisper had caught the tulpa’s attention this morning; spoken from the many lips of employees and clients alike: there was a <strong>monster</strong> here. <em>Of course, there were monsters</em> - those creatures painted prim and pretty that Rudy had come to find wandering the corridors in spades. But those weren’t the monsters this whisper told tale of. This particular monster was one that masqueraded in the deceptive form of the ordinary. But that wasn’t <em>quite</em> true, as there was hardly anything ordinary at all about the man.<br><br>Most in the brothel have a point of origin to refer to, an explanation to their being. Then there were the few that had always been or had simply come to be, like Rudy, for example, from a place that could not be defined, a place there was no returning to. A realm that Voodoo Queens and few inbetween knew of, a place they had called <em>the deep deep</em>. Yet on the outside, Rudy appeared as normal as any young man did and so was often mistaken for a very average creature among most clients that visited the brothel, even though the other whores whispered about rumors they’d heard of him.<br><br>It took some time placing the varied faces, filtering through until he found the face that represented the murmurings that had swam around and occupied his headspace. Sure, they were all unique, but when one was unique as the next, it was the normal one who stuck out. Rudy, in his faded red zip up, worn old jeans and heavy black boots just did not belong. It looked as if the young man had stumbled straight from the unkempt bed of some college dorm and right into the brothel’s halls as if by accident. It wasn’t just his oddly average appearance that set him apart, either. What he lacked in boasting strange looks, he made up for in queer behaviour. Rudy found it painfully nerve-wracking trying to approach another, but given his curious manner he still lurked, hoping that somehow something would happen. Hanging around the common area rather aimlessly had taught Rudy that generally, bumping into others was the optimal way for the other inhabitants to recognize his existence and oftentimes even offer him an exchange of words. Hardly any time at all and others had come to think of the spectre as an absolute klutz - but it was really the young man’s understanding that he could not be seen until touched.<br><br>With this frame of understanding in mind, it isn’t really so wondrous that Rudy had set about following the monster he’d heard rumor of and in not too stealthy a manner. No, stealthy was certainly not the word for it - the tulpa wasn’t quite capable of such a thing yet, especially when understanding perspective had proved such a tricky task. He <em>tried</em> to be somewhat sneaky, peeking around from walls or hiding behind lamps when available, but he would often be almost in plain sight of the other man… It was just… Despite milling around Mr. Draenai Toramael, it proved rather challenging to get the other man to <em>bump into him</em> - Rudy was always smoothly side-stepped by the older man and not a word was gifted to him.<br><br>He decided to trail Drae like a shadow. Almost everywhere Draenai went, Rudy followed. The young man had kept <em>some</em> distance between them, but when peeking out from one wall or another at Drae and it having unwittingly been ineffective as far as keeping undetected, distance didn’t quite matter. And, besides that, once Drae had come to the front desk, Rudy had dared to move closer to the man. It was obvious that the tulpa was <em>trying</em> to still be quiet and careful, but it didn’t stop him from leaning forward on the balls of his feet, head slightly cocking to the side as he eyed the Hex'ras with wonder, as if he might be able to catch a glimpse of the supposed monster that slept beneath the skin.<br><br>“Thank you for inspecting our establishment on such short notice, Mr. Toramael,” the pretty little voodoo Queen spoke, “We’ve had many complaints about strange goings-on. It appears that one such misfortune has taken a liking to you. I can’t count how many times I’ve told the mistress of the bad juju that <em>thing</em> gives us,” she nodded back at Rudy, the poor tulpa still unaware that either could see him and certainly not aware that he was presently being spoken of. “There’s not many clients who will have it anyway,” the woman continued, refusing to refer to Rudy as anything other than an object, “The only way to make any money off that thing is to offer it up for a low, low price to those with very peculiar appetites. I’d much rather it be exterminated… Do you think you might be able to handle that? I’d hoped somebody might have had luck in doing so in their paid sessions with it but seems the thing is resilient.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>28-10-2016, 02:27:34</strong>
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				Draenai had always made it a point to steer clear of the brothel. For one thing, he had absolutely no interest in paying for company. For another, he had absolutely no interest in paying for the company of creatures herded by the Voodoo Queens of Louisiana. Powerful as he was, the Hex'ras had very little to fear from the Queens or even the local witches, but he had no desire to tangle with them. They had their affairs, he had his, with lines clearly drawn in between.<br><br>Money was of little concern to the spider, who did well enough selling talismans and casting the occasional hex to fund his personal projects. It was only the Queens' persistence that had gotten him to step into their crimson door, embraced by the wisps of incense and the stench of debauchery. Humans generally kept their distance from him - his deathly pallor, dark blue lips, and unsettling golden gaze unsettled the masses enough to steer clear. The creatures of the brothel, however, paid him plenty attention. By the time he had reached the front desk, he had already received propositions from a cute little redheaded incubus and a rather persistent dark fae. He had rejected both.<br><br>It hadn't helped the whores' attempts that Drae was distracted and had been ever since stepping inside. No sooner had he arrived had he felt a shadow attached to his person, floating only a few steps away at every turn, flitting about with the speed and energy of a hummingbird and the grace of a walrus. If the creature thought himself stealthy, he wouldn't have lasted long in the Hellmouth of the Bayou.<br><br>Reaching the desk and greeted by the cute little Queen, it didn't take Drae very long to realize that the monster they wanted exterminated was the same one lurking only yards away, conspicuous among the brothel's elegant lot in his worn red sweater and jeans. The creature's aura was scrambled; a channel of white noise. Chaotic, although perhaps not malevolent. He couldn't be sure without approaching it.<br><br>"Whether or not I can handle it is hardly the issue," Drae spoke matter-of-factly, his timbre dry. Whether or not he <em>should</em> was the real matter at hand, but this he chose to withhold from the Queen. "Give me time with it." So said, the Hex'ras turned to move back down the foyer, the low heels of his knee-high boots clacking against the marble floor, a long black coat licking at his heels with each stride of his long legs.<br><br>Drae had seen the creature already, seen it following him from the moment he had entered the brothel. Curious to see if it would shadow him again, he headed down a short corridor leading into a lounge, where all manners of creature laid sprawled across the laps of their patrons, nursing drinks and cigarettes. And again, the creature followed him. Down another hallway leading to private rooms, the crimson-clad thing came again. Only then did Drae put a stop to his experiment.<br><br>"I see you," the spider told him plainly, peering directly at the young man from behind circular, violet-tinted spectacles (http://i.imgur.com/IH5swQZ.jpg). "I've seen you since arriving. Why do you follow me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>30-10-2016, 18:37:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNEs9b4sm_c/T2N-RA3xFvI/AAAAAAADmv0/TQb2EDPQI4U/s1600/23.jpg)</div>Winding through people or hallways, Rudy followed the man’s every step. It didn’t matter if other whores called for Drae’s attention or glared at Rudy viciously, the boy still followed. It was only until the spider demon had stopped and turned upon Rudy. The youth could be likened to that of a deer in headlights, eyes wide and frame unmoving for a long moment before a hand was pulled up to hide his mouth. The young man looked miserably shy as he dropped his gaze in attempt to hide his face as best he could, speaking quietly from behind his hand. “See Rudy?” he asked, daring to peek up at Draenai.<br><br>A pause settled between them when Drae confronted Rudy, the latter shifting uncomfortably. “Voodoo Queen say a monster come for a Rudy,” the young man had great difficulty in picking out his words, language an obvious challenge for the creature. “You a monster?” he asked, his tone changing to one of innocent curiosity, “Rudy a monster,” he whispered, as if sharing secrets, “Rudy not knowing another monster. Rudy have a thought it would be not bad knowing another monster.”<br><br>It seemed the more Rudy spoke, the less aware of his self-consciousness he became. His hand dropped away from his mouth finally, the young man now looking up at Draenai again instead of trying to hide his face. From the corner of his otherwise pink lips, a little drop of black goo had dribbled down his chin but he did not seem at all aware of this. His eyes had the quality of a mirror and were currently bright with something like hope. <br><br>Though it was clear that Rudy was quite young, he also looked very tired - as if he hadn’t been allowed to sleep for days upon days. His scruff was slightly grown out and his hair a slight mess, but it appeared that at least <em>somebody</em> had made some occasional effort to keep the creature’s appearance somewhat groomed - likely in an effort to make any profit possible off him and it was the violent bruising around his throat that gave hint that they <em>did</em> make at least some profit off him, highlighting the Queen’s earlier words about clients with peculiar appetites.
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>02-11-2016, 02:28:45</strong>
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				The creature seemed genuinely <em>shocked</em> that someone could see him. Had he really been so unaware of his conspicuousness? He was hard to ignore, dressed as he was; a grungy thug in an otherwise halfway elegant whorehouse. The look on his face spoke of an untouched innocence, one that didn't belong on a creature shrouded in darkness.<br><br>His language skills were weak, which made Drae think of a newborn beast - or at least one who had never encountered the need for speech. From what the Hex'ras could gather, the creature - Rudy - could process coherent thought, even convey them, albeit to a limited extent. Eloquence was not his forte. Nor was awareness, apparently, for he seemed blissfully oblivious to the black substance trickling from his lips.<br><br>Curious, the spider reached out, drawing black-nailed fingers through the ooze and waving it briefly beneath his nose. It reeked of the Void. Only then did Drae realize that Rudy's human body was not his own, merely a vessel he inhabited, with the original occupant likely long dead. A master in the art of necromancy, empty shells and zombified corpses were nothing new to him, but Rudy's was a different case. It intrigued him.<br><br>"Now you know one."<br><br>Closing the gap between them, the Hex'ras cupped Rudy's chin, tilting his head back to observe the state of his neck. Bruised; by the brothel's clients, no doubt. Clearly they made <em>some</em> money off of him, if only on the peculiar sorts. "Did this hurt?" he queried, gently drawing long fingers over the marks. He wanted to see how Rudy reacted to touch, if he would be violent or apathetic or something in between. Was he a monster? Yes. But then, so was Drae. But was he worth <em>killing</em>?
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>05-11-2016, 16:34:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNEs9b4sm_c/T2N-RA3xFvI/AAAAAAADmv0/TQb2EDPQI4U/s1600/23.jpg)</div><br>“Ah,” Rudy cooed as Drae touched him. It wasn’t a noise of pain but rather of pleasant surprise. <em>Did this hurt?</em> A bashful but wicked little grin tugged at Rudy’s lips, cheeks and nose growing pink at the question. “Hurt~” he purred with a little nod, “But Rudy been hurt better before.” As if to give example, Rudy lifted his shirt and zip-up to expose the soft skin beneath. Rudy’s body was still boyish, in that it looked as though the former Rudy hadn’t worked a day in his life and maintained a more fleshier form than developing a more masculine musculature. The flesh was also pristine, other than the obviously fresh marks - most notably the deep shades of purples and blues that blossomed over his side, a pattern of small lacerations climbing his ribcage like ivy. Above the bruises, Rudy had lifted his shirt enough to make visible one of his nipples, which was studded with a barbell piercing.<br><br>“Rudy very not expensive,” he chirped, trained to advertise himself, “Like giving a hurt?” he asked, letting his shirt and zip-up fall back over his torso. “Queen say Rudy not pretty but Queen say Rudy good for a hurt,” the monster explained to Drae in a matter-of-factly tone that was rather comical coming from this creature. Overall, Rudy didn’t seem outright dangerous and it seemed that the curious little creature wasn’t exactly capable of harbouring ill will. More than anything, Rudy seemed impressionable. As though Rudy could be groomed into whatever one wanted him to be and on top of that, the boy seemed eager to please though seemingly blissful of what pleasing would be defined as.<br><br>So far, in Rudy’s limited experience, the only real attention he was ever given was time which was paid for which in turn, meant he had been subject to a very twisted notion of kindness, intimacy and affection. Rudy did hunger for attention, but he was so very lost in how to achieve it. Whenever he was given attention, it excited and pleased him very much and Rudy quickly attached himself to those who paid him it. “Come,” Rudy simply said.<br><br>Now that Rudy was guiding Drae, he seemed almost singularly focused on that task. He brought Drae lower and lower down into the house until they arrived in what appeared to be something of a cellar. It was cold and damp. It seemed as though the house stored it’s more exotic furniture down here. It was something akin to a torture chamber except tucked in a corner was a dingy mattress that laid on the floor with some blankets and a small collection of items to the side of it. “Rudy room,” he said, leading Draenai to the corner, “Look,” he showed Drae the few items that he was obviously proud of - they were all masks - or something of the sort, one simply being a brown paper sack with the eyes cut out. “Not need look at Rudy, see?” he pulled the paper sack on over his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>13-11-2016, 04:35:11</strong>
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				The pain didn't seem to bother Rudy at all. If anything, he seemed nearly gleeful at the memory of the discomfort, and he wasted little time showing Drae what else he had endured. Bruises littered his pale upper body like a blue and purple Rorschach - but he didn't appear embittered at all. Perhaps that was his only saving grace as far as the Voodoo Queens were concerned, although even that wouldn't placate them for long.<br><br>The creature sounded intent on selling himself, despite everything. From what Drae could gather, he didn't have much in the way of self-worth. Or, as was more likely the case, he didn't know enough about self-worth to have any in the first place. Rudy took the Hex'ras to his room, which was a sight all on its own, and Drae gave pause when the creature pulled the paper bag over his head, brows raising with surprise and then lowering with some disdain. Not for Rudy, but rather for the Queens who had put this idea in his head.<br><br>Drae was many things, but he was not entirely without a heart, and it rattled him on a fundamental level that Rudy would go to such lengths for attention and acceptance. No doubt the ladies of the brothel had fueled his state of mind, although it didn't seem that Rudy had the capacity to understand that it wasn't right. Drae was no boy scout, but this was enough to leave him with a bad taste in his mouth.<br><br>Stepping forward, Drae reached out for the paper bag and plucked it off Rudy's head, nodding no as he dropped it back into the pile. "That won't be necessary," he assured. "You look better without it. And, as it is, I have no intention of purchasing your services." Another glance around told Drae that the Queens didn't go to any trouble keeping him comfortable. It looked more akin to a storage room than anything.<br><br>"How long have you lived here, Rudy?" he queried, pacing idly in between the pieces of furniture. "Has it been very long?" He wanted to know how long the Queens had kept him before deciding to discard him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>13-11-2016, 16:48:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNEs9b4sm_c/T2N-RA3xFvI/AAAAAAADmv0/TQb2EDPQI4U/s1600/23.jpg)</div>“…What?” Rudy murmured as the paper bag was pulled off his head. For as inexperienced as Rudy was, he was certainly expressional. Nobody had said that to Rudy and it caused a blush to instantly spread over his features before he covered his face like he had done earlier. “N…N-no,” he shook his head, “That not right. That…” another mask was pulled on by Rudy, hiding his face once more. Very soon after, a drop of the void spilled upon the boy’s zip-up, the black hole looking infinite and completely untouched by light.<br><br>“Oh,” Rudy softly said, something almost akin to a whimper. It took a moment for Rudy to seem to think things over before he offered any more words. “Rudy not… good company… Rudy know…” he admitted pitifully, “But… Please do not leave Rudy yet… Can have Rudy for nothing. Mr. Monroe say it okay ‘cause if Rudy close eyes then not knowing what is happening! Mr. Monroe just say not let Queens find out or Mr. Monroe can't come back for visits and Rudy left all alone.”<br><br>“Huh? Oh, Rudy new stock,” he said. He didn’t understand what it meant, but he’d heard it said often in response to being asked by potential clients how long he’d been there for. “Queens say Rudy not to be here for long. Say Rudy gonna be sent back to the deep deep…” Rudy paused, swallowing thickly, “Rudy not ready go back to the deep deep…”<br><br>The next moment however, Rudy seemed to completely lose that train of thought. “Hey, what you called? Rudy name Rudy,” he said, “But Rudy can answer to different callings. Rudy been called sla-“ before Rudy could finish, the sound of heels clicking against the hard, cold floor echoed against the walls.<br><br>“Fitting,” the Queen said, “It chooses to wear that mask.” The mask was of black leather and in the likeness of a hound, Rudy currently pulling it up some to look at the Queen from beneath now. “I’ve brought you something Mr. Toramael, an item to help control the monster,” the Voodoo Queen presented the chain leash and metal collar, “It’s charmed by our most powerful to cause the beast to maintain its human form. We require you use in in removing the monster from our property.”<br><br>Rudy’s eyes seemed to light up and indeed, if the simple creature had a tail it would be wagging. “Rudy get master?” he asked excitedly - he’d seen the others on their big day. When a master purchased them for their very own live-in pet. They were always led out on leashes, albeit theirs were usually much prettier and adorned with jewels of some sort. Rudy didn’t care about that though, the purpose was still the same and there was such a bright sense of hope in Rudy’s eyes at the thought.<br><br>“No, wretched creature,” the Voodoo Queen hissed at Rudy, “Mr. Toramael is here to get rid of you. He is going to find a way to send you back to the deep deep and close you there to rot alone.” Rudy shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of how exactly to respond but his emotions were clear in those eyes. He looked between the two before obediently finding his place by Draenai’s side as the leash and collar were passed to the Hex’ras. “I assume you can show yourself off the premises. Please take it’s belongings with you. We don’t want to take any chances in those being bad juju,” the pretty Voodoo Queen said before leaving in the same fashion that she had entered the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>17-11-2016, 06:00:56</strong>
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				Drae didn't have much time to ask about Mr. Monroe before one of the Queens came downstairs, brandishing an enchanted leash and collar. Without touching it, the Hex'ras could already feel its power. It wasn't meant to weaken, only contain, preventing the subject from getting out of hand during transport, before disposal. When taking the Queens' money, Drae had never promised to take care of the creature, but it became apparent that they intended to get rid of Rudy one way or another. This particular method, as it turned out, was at Drae's expense.<br><br>The Queen didn't seem to care what became of Rudy thereafter, only that the spider remove him from the premises and take care of him then. Taking Rudy and his things away had not been part of the agreement and Drae told her so, but if the Queen had heard him, she didn't seem to care, for she vanished just as quickly as she had appeared, leaving the Hex'ras to stare incredulously at the creature left behind.<br><br>What in the world was he supposed to do with a being from the void? By no means did Drae intend to be his Master. Up until a few minutes prior, his intention had been to determine whether or not Rudy was a threat and take the appropriate action - either eliminate him, or leave him be. Neither one of those scenarios included taking him away from the brothel. But as he looked at the naive little creature, uneasy but still obedient, it became very clear to him that if he didn't bring Rudy with him, the Queens would simply find someone else to send him back to the Void to rot. Drae was no angel, but he didn't want that on his conscience.<br><br>And so, with a deep sigh, the Hex'ras opened the metal latch at the back of the collar and closed the two halves around Rudy's neck. "I won't be sending you back to the Deep Deep," he promised, unraveling the metal leash to give Rudy enough slack for movement. "Under these circumstances, you're no threat to me or to anyone else. No need to send you back. I'll take you from here, but I am <em>not</em> your Master. Do you understand?"<br><br>So said, Drae gestured toward Rudy's collection of masks. "Get your things," he instructed, reaching up with a long, thin hand to rub the space in between his eyes. "We're leaving."
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 08:51:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNEs9b4sm_c/T2N-RA3xFvI/AAAAAAADmv0/TQb2EDPQI4U/s1600/23.jpg)</div>Rudy didn’t <em>completely</em> understand. But he nodded anyway, a little <em>oh</em> falling from his lips, as if he did understand. “You Suh?” he asked - some liked being called Master, some liked being called Sir. He gathered his things excitedly, occasionally glancing back at Drae, as if checking to make sure he was still there. Once the task was complete - which didn’t take long - Rudy returned to Draenai’s side, looking up at the other expectantly. He didn’t speak much more on the walk out of the brothel but it was rather clear that Rudy was nervous by the way he kept looking around and how closely he clung to Drae’s side.<br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/xVH6EYD.png)</div>“Oh!” he pulled up the mask when they passed the threshold of the establishment, eyes bright as he looked at the city streets bustling before him, “Rudy not been out,” he told Drae. Since he’d arrived at the brothel he had not been allowed back out of its doors. “Ah!!!” he chimed, “Look! Rudy see Mr. Monroe!” And it seemed the other had seen Rudy as well, the man eying both Rudy and Drae.<br><br>“Oy,” he called out to the Hex’ras, “Where you takin’ my lil’ Rudy boy?” he asked, half directing the words to Drae and half to Rudy himself. Rudy seemed happy to see the other man. “You must have a good eye to have noticed him… I can’t even believe Queenie let you snatch him up,” he said, a hand reaching out to affectionately ruffle Rudy’s hair, “Or are you that guy? The one who’s supposed to ‘deal’ with him? I can take him off you if you want - he’s really not dangerous. I should know,” he said.<br><br>His name was Vaughn. Standing a little over six foot and with his lean but toned build and edgy, stylized look, the young man seemed more like a model instead of someone that would bother spending money on company. Yet the presence of the other was overwhelmingly supernatural - he was a ghoul, a creature that fed off pain. Fitting for a client of Rudy’s, it seemed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 03:18:24</strong>
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				Walking out with Rudy was not exactly what Drae had had in mind upon arriving less than an hour before. He still had no idea what he intended to do with him, because he certainly didn't intend to <em>keep</em> him. As yet, he had absolutely no desire to keep a pet, which seemed the only sensible way to describe what the boy would become.<br><br>It was a problem for another day, he decided, and with a low sigh led Rudy out onto the street. With him wearing that mask, inconspicuousness was out of the question. They would have to take the back streets. Before they could get far, however, a man approached, apparently quite familiar with Rudy. From what he had gleaned from Rudy's earlier musings about <em>Mr. Monroe</em>, they likely knew each other very well, something the boy confirmed with his reception to the other man's touch.<br><br>In truth, Drae was of half a mind to simply pawn him off on Vaughn. He had no intention of taking in a stray and if the two liked each other, what was the harm? It was the man's aura that put him off, however; it didn't take much to determine what he was and Drae, not without a conscience, didn't feel quite right about it.<br><br>"I'm not entirely convinced that you even know what he <em>is</em>," Drae muttered, reaching for Rudy's hip and drawing him back. "Much less how to deal with him." He had no emotional attachment to the boy yet, but something about the idea of leaving him to the whims of a ghoul simply didn't sit well with him. "If it eases your mind, I have no plans to 'deal' with him. In the right hands, he's harmless. But no, he won't be going with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 23:42:48</strong>
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				Laughter rolled off Vaughn's lips. <em>Know what he is?</em> As far as Vaughn had been concerned, there was no word for what Rudy was, “Doesn’t matter <em>what</em> he is,” Vaughn assured Drae, “What matters is he can take it.” He scoffed at being told he likely didn’t know how to deal with the creature, “I see, trying to hardball me, huh? Awfully greedy but your kind usually are. Fine. How much are your rates gonna be? Y’know, a ghoul tries to keep shit in check and this is what happens, some asshole crawls along and ruins it all. I <em>need</em> Rudy. Once a week or so at least to help curb the appetite otherwise I get nasty and I don’t think either of us are looking for any trouble,” he began bargaining with Drae before giving him a one over, “Unless you’re into that kind of service yourself,” a shit-eating grin was flashed at the other man.<br><br>Meanwhile, Rudy had preoccupied himself with wandering around as far as his leash allowed, occasionally rambling something or another off. After awhile the two had seemed to catch Rudy’s interest again, “Mr. Monroe play with you?” Rudy asked, the word play obviously less innocent than the naive boy himself, “Rudy like a play with Mr. Monroe. See?”<br><br>Once again Rudy lifted his clothes to expose his torso, implying that that was Rudy and Vaughn’s form of <em>play</em>. Since Draenai had yet had the opportunity to drag Rudy back streets, people had started looking at the trio, most especially eying the man holding the leash of an apparently battered young man. Drae was shot a few judging glares, Vaughn snickering under his breath. “Rudy, no,” Vaughn lightly scolded, “Don’t show others the treats I leave you with.”<br><br>“Oh,” Rudy acknowledged, tugging his shirt back down, “Rudy sorry. And hungry.” The spectre looked between the two men expectantly. The Queens, of course, never fed Rudy. It had instead been a habit Rudy had picked up from observing other whores of the brothel and their clients. Occasionally a few of his own clients had rewarded him with food.<br><br>“Alright, let’s see if your master knows what to feed you, Rudy,” the ghoul said, amused with the idea of Drae trying to find something the spectre would like. Rudy was admittedly a picky eater, but Vaughn had had time to learn about the being - perhaps not much about what he was but about the types of things Rudy enjoyed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 03:33:18</strong>
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				Vaughn's entire demeanor set Drae's teeth on edge. He had no care in the world for anyone any longer, let alone a ghoul with a knack for sadism. Rudy hardly seemed bothered by it, even showing his marks matter-of-factly as though to explain to Drae that it was a common occurrence, but that changed little in his mind. Ghouls were energy vampires, more than likely to drain their victims dry - even willing ones like the spectre. <br><br>"No, Rudy. Mr. Monroe will <em>not</em> be playing with me." What was more, he loathed the prospect of renting Rudy by the hour. The very notion of prostitution was entirely distasteful to the Hex'ras, despite the fact that he was far from a hopeless romantic. Rudy was too naive to know what he was agreeing to, anyway. It seemed wrong to simply let that continue.<br><br>Turning his gaze back toward the ghoul, his gaze pointed, Drae snorted under his breath and tightened his grip on Rudy's leash. He wasn't the spectre's master, as he would remind him over and over again, but nor was he willing to let Vaughn take advantage. Rudy may have been willing, but that was beside the point now. "You let me worry about that," he stated dryly. "He's no concern of yours. You'll simply have to find your sustenance elsewhere, ghoul."<br><br>So said, the spider drew Rudy away, toward an alley where they could walk without the scrutiny of passersby. "Come, Rudy." To emphasize that he would not take no for an answer, Drae hooked a long, black-nailed finger into one of the boy's belt loops, pulling him along that way rather than tugging his leash. Something told him that if he wasn't careful, the ghoul would make trouble for him later, but that was a problem for another day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 05:43:34</strong>
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				Rudy listened to Drae, slightly cocking his head to the side at the words. "You like a play with Rudy maybe?" he asked, uncertainty in his tone. Rudy was clearly not sure of who the man was, what he wanted or what he expected of Rudy. That was the most unsettling thing for Rudy, not knowing what pleased and displeased Draenai. <br><br>Vaughn narrowed his eyes on the Hex'ras. Damn. Vaughn always loathed the chaotic neutral type. That was alright though, the ghoul had already marked Rudy in the event that the Queens would try to get rid of the spectre and he would need to find him. "Right, well good luck with that, shitlord. I was going to offer my help with him but I think it'd be better to let you suffer a little while." <br><br>"See you soon, Rudy boy. Be good," he said to the naive youth, scowling as the spider hooked a finger in Rudy's belt loop in what seemed a territorial way. <br><br>"Kay," Rudy quietly obeyed, following along after Drae. He nibbled on his lower lip a little, occasionally glancing up at Draenai trying his best to pay attention to where he was going but now and again getting distracted by this or that along the way, only snapping out of it when the leash was tugged. <br><br>For the majority of their walk, they went undisturbed. That however, was interrupted when, upon nearing Drae's, a dog from one of backyards of the neighboring houses walked out into the middle of the street. It wasn't but a small little scraggly dog, but Rudy stopped dead in his tracks, quickly clinging to Draenai's side, hiding his face against the others chest. "Draeee," he quietly whined, "Rudy scared."
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				Title: <strong>Re: bad joujoux [bad playthings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 01:29:53</strong>
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				At the very idea that he might "play" with Rudy, Drae grunted but did not otherwise respond. He hadn't even considered that as an option, due at least in part to the fact that he tended to avoid such things. It wasn't as though he had no drive st all, but he found it a waste of energy. He found it considerably more useful to study or take odd jobs that paid the rent on his shop. All better uses of his time than having questionably morally responsible sex with a naive spectre. <br><br>Without a parting word to the ghoul, Drae led Rudy away, and was quiet thereafter until they reached a small, slightly run down neighborhood with a yappy little dog as its sentinel. The spider thought little of it until Rudy practically leapt into his arms, afraid of it. Of a little dog. <br><br>He barely knew how to react to the contact. As such, it took him a few long moments to stiffly wrap an arm around Rudy's back. He wasn't the best at providing reassurance, but he made a genuine - if awkward - attempt. "... It's likely more afraid of you, Rudy." He wasn't sure if that was comforting or not. <br><br>Pulling Rudy along, an arm still secured around him, Drae guided them down the next few streets to his shop. Standing at the mouth of an alley, not terribly far from the tourist traps, the building was fairly narrow but boasted two stories, the uppermost of which served as his home. A wave of his hand opened the enchanted lock, allowing them entrance.<br><br>Most of the shelves there in were lined with herbs and talismans - trinkets that concealed the true nature of his business. Behind the register, a narrow stairwell took them to his apartment, a dark, cobwebbed abode with the windows drawn and more dusty surfaces than clean ones. Drae was no housekeeper, and he liked things just so. "Go on," he urged Rudy inside, unclipping the leash from his collar. 
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