Sect Leader Meeting // (Private for those that already have their spots.)

[MorbidIce]

Carnival of Calamity» The Carnival of Calamity is the only five star hotel in the city; it looms high above most of the buildings, it being located within the neutral territory. The outside is beautifully done in dark green, any and all borders done in cherry mahogany. Beyond the double doors is a foyer, a check in desk sitting on the far wall, usually occupied by the Hotel's employees. This being quite the swank place, the foyer leads off to a set of stairs, or two other rooms. One is a lounge, full of leather couches and chairs, a bar set against the wall; also occupied by an employee. The other room is a dining room, set in a restaurant style, chandeliers high above the wonderful tables that spring up from the ground like polished iron mushrooms. Up the stairs (Or the elevators for the lazy) lay the next couple floors that hold nothing but high class rooms.

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The Carnival of Calamity had been Noel's cash cow from the very beginning; it was how she had built her fortune in this world of death, feeding off of the higher up society's need for privacy. What was the carnival's purpose? It was a five star hotel, ran by the mistress herself, as was security. Those who were caught stealing from the premises or taking a free night in a room got to spend one on one time with Noel -- And no one wanted to do that, especially when her palms itched to hold the leather handle of a flogger or a bullwhip. If she were to catch someone, well, let's just say they wouldn't want years of training and disuse to crash upon them.

Two days the hotel had mysteriously been closed, no lights on anywhere on the premises, no signs of life or death to be sighted anywhere. Noel had also been missing for two days; so what was the big mystery? Easy -- She had called a meeting between sects. The master/mistress of each sect was to be closed up in the hotel for two days and nights to mix and mingle - Make friends or enemies within the confines of the hotel. Once in, after a certain time, there would be no leaving for those two days. Alcohol and food would be served at all times and the patrons would be given their own private room; though whose room they stayed in was up to them.

Finally when all light of day cease to be, the hotel lit up like a christmas tree, beckoning to those that were to make their way there to the sit down. A 'sit down' was just another name for a party for leaders -- Not that she wanted to do this, but it was always wise to announce that you had taken over, right? Do a bit of grandstanding, getting to know each other and then everyone could go home happy. Golden hair was plaited back in a french braid, strips of black, white, red and purple silk braided into the thick locks. Very little makeup graced her face, only a bit of mascara and shadow to enhance the look of her two different colored eyes.

The doors had been unlocked, a doorman waiting infront of the double doors, a guestlist within his gloves palms. Noel, on the other hand, was within the lounge, a glass of champagne enclosed within delicate fingers. The cocktail dress she wore was made entirely out of little black, red and purple glass beads, the pieces so small that there were thousands upon thousands woven into the garment. Each of the little ornaments caught the light as she shifted, long legs set out beside her on the leather couch as she waited. It was her hotel after all, and she could lounge as she wanted -- It was quite the regal pose, the ethereal critter awaiting her prey to come in the front doors.

 

[blackopal19]

Honey approached the grand doors that lead into the hotel in a regal, but somewhat laid back pose. Like someone who is in a confident and unthreatened position.

Her long honey colored hair was left to curl and spiral loosely, with a simple white lily flower tucked into the soft curls. Her eyes were heavily line with black mascara and her lips were brightened with a blood red color. She wore a simple angelic looking dress that seemed to cling to her every youthful curve. Oh how she loved this style rather than the stuffy dresses she had been forced to wear in life!

"Alisa Peirne. Or Honey. Whatever you shall prefer. Mistress of Natural."

 

[MorbidIce]

ooc//I'll play the npc's until everyone gets here, and then you all can play your own.

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The doorman waited until Alisa had come up to the doors before he opened it for her, the person waiting inside stepping infront of her. "Name please?" He had asked, although Alisa had already taken the initial step. "Alisa Peirne? Mistress of the natural sect." He mused before stepping back to the side. Her name was checked off a list before he motioned inward, giving the initial introduction. "You will find a room upstairs, all are free this moment, second floor." He smiled one of those professional smiles. "You are welcome to anything at the bar, and we have cooks on hand if you want for anything." And as for Noel, where was the host of this little party? "Miss Garter is undoubtedly in the lounge, although I was given specific orders to direct you first to taking a room."

After all, the leaders would be there two days.

Whether they liked it or not. Once everyone was in, the doors would be closed to leaving until which time Noel saw fit.

Two days was good enough for everyone to mix and mingle.

 

[Tseranc]

The Green Man Cometh

He’d been tired of some whispered comments that he looked a bit like some people’s perception of Jesus…so he grew a goatee, which ended in a sharp, almost devilish point. Sarcasm and spite – beautiful things both in life and death!

Beyond that he wore his loose linen pants, his comfortable leather sandals, but since it was a big fancy night, he added a tux coat (with tails), which it wore upon his shirtless torso. The tux bore a single white rose in the button hole – a natural one, not something a florist arranged – he had picked it himself.

He arrived on time. Not one minute late nor early – he was master of the natural deaths after all…all of whom met their end on time, according to their own fate. He stepped up to the doorman, withdrew his invitation from his inner tux pocket, and announced himself.

“Mr. Roy Greene” he said simply, and with a smile. He imagined the new goatee made that smile look a tad more mischievous then before, but it still held genuine warmth.

Once checked in, he was shown his room, in all hopes it would be rather near his fellow sect leader’s; it had been far too long since he’d seen Honey, even if it was he who left to meditate for the past week. Now he was back, refreshed as one can be in death, and eagerly awaiting her company, as well as the rest of these festivities.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Lissa approached the hotel, in a curve-hugging minidress and 2" stiletto heels, exactly the kind of outfit she had drooled over in life. As she walked toward the hotel, knowing that everyone who saw her saw their Ideal Woman, she smiled with grim irony. Yes, suicide had actually been the best thing to happen to her: It had brought her here, and empowered her.

She idly wondered where Demos was. She knew he'd arrive, but had rather wanted to arrive with him, to show to the other Sect Masters and Mistresses at least that there was strength, and solidarity, amongst the Suicide Sect. She knew that the Suicides were considered weak and pathetic by the other Sects ... who could blame them? They were here because they had given up on life, and ended it. Well, however that was Lissa felt more alive now than she ever had in life, and while she still had occasional twinges of those old feelings, she mostly left them behind as she had her massive, ugly body.

"Melissa Jones. Mistress, Suicide Sect. Has my Master arrived yet?"

 

[MorbidIce]

He arrived on time. Not one minute late nor early – he was master of the natural deaths after all…all of whom met their end on time, according to their own fate. He stepped up to the doorman, withdrew his invitation from his inner tux pocket, and announced himself.

“Mr. Roy Greene” he said simply, and with a smile. He imagined the new goatee made that smile look a tad more mischievous then before, but it still held genuine warmth.

Once checked in, he was shown his room, in all hopes it would be rather near his fellow sect leader’s; it had been far too long since he’d seen Honey, even if it was he who left to meditate for the past week. Now he was back, refreshed as one can be in death, and eagerly awaiting her company, as well as the rest of these festivities.

The doorman looked upon his list as Roy came up- There was only one person this could be, seeing as though the natural sect master was known for being rather.. Eccentric. The doorman smiled politely, motioning yet another employee forward. "Take him up to Ms. Honey's room, if you will." He gave the other employee a dismissive wave of the hand, expecting Roy to follow her.

She idly wondered where Demos was. She knew he'd arrive, but had rather wanted to arrive with him, to show to the other Sect Masters and Mistresses at least that there was strength, and solidarity, amongst the Suicide Sect. She knew that the Suicides were considered weak and pathetic by the other Sects ... who could blame them? They were here because they had given up on life, and ended it. Well, however that was Lissa felt more alive now than she ever had in life, and while she still had occasional twinges of those old feelings, she mostly left them behind as she had her massive, ugly body.

"Melissa Jones. Mistress, Suicide Sect. Has my Master arrived yet?"

It wasn't but a few moments before the suicide sect mistress walked up, the doorman's brow arching. Lovely lady she was, but she wasn't quite to his.. Tastes -- Actually, she wasn't allowed to be, so said Noel, and he respected those wishes.(Lest he want to become genderless or be put on the cross.) "Good evening Miss. Jones." The doorman chirped pleasantly. "No, I'm afraid he hasn't. Would you like to be shown to your room?"

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Lissa frowned. Every one was supposed to find her attractive, and when people -- like this doorman -- didn't, she took it as a personal affront.

"Yes, of course, and swiftly."

She passed by him with a huff, and was shown up to her room. She wrinkled her nose. Oh, the room wasn't bad. No, it just wasn't up to the standards she had at home. In the Headquarters of Suicide Sect, she had a lavish private chamber, with a vast four-poster bed, private bath with whirlpool tub, wet bar regularly restocked, and of course servants to attend her.

The Suicide Sect was unique in that many of its members were indeed the weak, pathetic, self-hating fools that other Sects believed they were, and they were quite easy to manipulate. So, the Leaders of Suicide Sect always tended to have a fair amount of luxury, compared to the squalor of many of the members -- which in many cases again fitted their moods.

 

[Tseranc]

Roy

He was shown to his Mistresses room, and found it rather posh. Luxury was obviously something of an art and pride at this hotel – he grinned like the Cheshire Cat thinking how well he wouldn’t blend in.

But the best part about the suite he was shown was the company in it…

“Hello my dear, I see you’ve beat me here.”

He walked over and kissed her hand, his eyes locking into hers.

It was a personal rule of his to not use any of his budding new skills on her…and thus knew that any affections she sent his way were true.

 

[blackopal19]

Honey grinned as she turned around to see...well naturally Mr. Greene himself, in all of his eccentric glory.

"Well of course I did, naturally I was right on time. "

She let herself blush as he looked into her eyes. She found him...so naturally adorable. Sort of like a puppy dog.

She let her eyes roam over his chosen attire. Thinking of how everything was so different, but yet so much like him. She wished she had chosen to wear her linen white dress to match.

"And where have you been? I've missed the pleasure of your company."

She gave his goatee a playful tug.

 

[Tseranc]

Roy

"And where have you been? I've missed the pleasure of your company."

“Ah my dear, I dare say not near so much as I’ve missed yours. I’ve spent many a night in the woods, reflecting, and refining my new found abilities.”

He winked at her, knowing full well she knew what he meant. While his personal rule was always in effect to never use them with her, the loop hole to such (as there are with all rules) was if she asked, or hinted at such. They could be so wonderful – but also they had their uses to harm. An aspect he couldn’t practice with her.

He laughed as she tugged on his facial hair, then he rose to full height and took her in his arms, kissing her softly.

“So what kind of fun is this meeting supposed to be dear? And when are we expected to go down to it?”

He winked at her, in their playful nature.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos strolled casualy to the front door, wearing a massive black suit for the time. He despised clothing, but he had no wish to offend Noel. He had seen what happened to those that did.

Giving the doorman a look that could have cowed most.
"I am Demos. You will show me to my mistress's room, or I will kill you."

His voice was cold as ice, but his green eyes sparkled with the fufillment he would get from the task.

 

[MorbidIce]

The doorman blinked, looking up at Demos, the man visably paling. "Demos, suicide sect then?" He stuttered, a shaking hand checking him off -- Although Andre was saved by the bell; that is, saved by Noel. Her voice was heard before she ever got there, an undercurrent of warning within it. "You shall do no such thing upon /my/ grounds." The tattoo of heels finally permeated the room as Noel sashayed forth, having decided to come from the parlour. "While in /my/ hotel, you shall behave yourself, or suffer for it." Noel stopped by Andre, patting the man's cheek before she summoned forth a bag-girl from beside her desk. "Please check him into a room on the second level." Noel purred, casting a glance to Demos before she turned, the bellgirl left to deal with Demon. She swallowed, looking up at him. "Erm, this way sir?"

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos inclined his head to the other sect leader, and spoke.

"My appologies, I simply prefer being firm with the masses. Until later Noel."

His feline face crafted into a slight smile he followed the bell girl up. When he arrived at his room he turned to the woman and held out a crisp 20.

"Where might I find my partner?"

 

[blackopal19]

So what kind of fun is this meeting supposed to be dear? And when are we expected to go down to it?”


"Oh probably the most boring of all meetings, my love. I expect we'll be called down as soon as everybody arrives."

She tugged playfully on his lower lip as he kissed her, and then turned in his arms so that her back was to him.

 

[MorbidIce]

The girl bowed her head as Demos offered her the twenty, the girl shaking her head. "Mistress Noel has requested that we take no tips from the leaders, although we are all at your beck and call." It was true, all staff members were to cater to the leaders. "Your mistress had been shown up only a while ago. She is probably freshening up."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos looked slightly annoyed. Truely the accidental sect had some morons on its payroll.

"What room."

 

[MorbidIce]

The girl frowned, although she kept her tone from sounding annoyed. "Why, this one of course. She will probably be in soon." And with that, the girl left Demos to brood- Sometimes, she had to wonder if the ruling leaders had any brains behind the brawn.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Shaking his head he again considered the possability of killing the servent and then dismissed it. Aparently the whole one room per leader idea had not panned out. Shrugging he stepped inside, ready to great his mistress and current mate.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Shaking his head he again considered the possability of killing the servent and then dismissed it. Aparently the whole one room per leader idea had not panned out. Shrugging he stepped inside, ready to great his mistress and current mate.

Melissa looked up when she heard the door open, and smiled. As Demos entered the room, she dropped to her knees in a slow but graceful motion.

"Greetings, my Master Demos. I trust your trip went smoothly?"

She submitted to his rule, readily because of its many advantages, but she did not act as his slave. He had many, many of the weak-willed suicide girls to satisfy his desires as far as that went. She showed him every respect, deferred to his decisions, but maintained her Self in a way that the slaves he kept were not allowed to do. She was, after all, the Mistress of the Suicide Sect, and not without her own considerable power....

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos smiled slighty, more from her ready submission than the question. She never failed to please him, and for one of his.....prowess that certainly was something.

Moving to the side table he began to strip off his suit. He despised all clothing, and it took a great force of will not to rip this blasted thing to shreds. Facing towards her as he removed his jack he spoke.

"It was acceptable. Though the staff is far too insolent for my tastes."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Yes, they most certainly are. Why, the doorman had the gall to not even find me beautiful! Can you believe it?"

She laughed softly.

"Were you told when the Leaders would be meeting together?"

She remained on her knees, but her tone and word choice was that of an equal, not a slave.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"No", Demos stated as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his white and orange fur, and thick, ripling muscles.


"Though I did run into Noel. Still annoyingly protective of her underlings. I would have liked the oppertunity to kill that doorman."

His tongue licked over a long canine, considering the possability of a fresh meal.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"No", Demos stated as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his white and orange fur, and thick, ripling muscles.


"Though I did run into Noel. Still annoyingly protective of her underlings. I would have liked the oppertunity to kill that doorman."

His tongue licked over a long canine, considering the possability of a fresh meal.

"Dearheart, I wish you could feed. I suppose Noel knows her staff too well for one to ... disappear?"

She grins and chuckles softly.

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel had lazily sashayed her way back to her comfortable sofa, tendrils of power unfurling lazily as she called to her doorman Andre; little did the suicide sect mistress know that it wasn't that Andre hadn't thought her beautiful, he just took his pleasure in the opposite sex. Curling one leg over the other, Noel waited patiently until Andre had come in before she pointed to the floor, one word tossed out in command, "Kneel." Andre did as he was bid, kneeling at her feet so that Noel could prop her legs up upon his back.

To control others you had to be able to control yourself. It wasn't that the staff was insolent, it was they catered to the whims of one woman only.

That woman being Noel.

The bag-girl had taken Andre's place, standing at the door with the little book, awaiting the arrival of the last few stragglers before she could lock the door.

Dual colored gaze was closed as Noel used her powers to simply reach out and tell the others within the hotel -- Leaders only, that is -- That she required their company.

After all, it was rude to keep the hostess waiting.

 

[Jenn1982]

OOC: Sorry, I'm a bit late, I'm not on on the weekends much

IC:
Valerhy walked down the street towards the Carnival. She wasn’t rushing, she always enjoyed being fashionably late and the fact that she was indeed running a bit late didn’t bother her in the least. She had already had quite a productive day, she’d been able to engage in a bit of torture for the majority of it, leaving just enough time to get ready for the little meeting or party or whatever it was that the new Mistress of the accidental sect had put together. She always relished the opportunity to party and she figured with this crowd that would be expected. Valerhy heard a groan behind her and automatically barked out a few words without breaking her stride.

“Step up the pace, you wouldn’t want to make me any later than I already am, would you.”

It wasn’t a question, and the man walking behind her was wise enough to realize that and instead just began walking a little quicker while trying to carry and pull the 3 suitcases she’d brought. The man was one of the unfortunate people who had managed to cross her, though in a rather small way which was why he was only carrying her luggage for her. Since her arrival in the city she’d become very indecisive when it came to clothing and for that reason she had a huge closet filled with clothes and shoes. She had ended up packing enough outfits for a couple weeks. For this evening she’d chosen a floor length halter dress in a deep red. It had a low neckline and then laced down the front to just below her belly button. She’d paired it with a 6” pair of stilettos in the same color. Valerhy had left her hair down and put on little makeup, just black eyeliner and red lipstick. As she reached the door of the hotel she walked inside and addressed the woman who appeared to be somewhat in charge.

“Valerhy O’Connell, Mistress of the Murder Sect. No need to bother the bell boy, as I’ve brought my own, at least to take the bags up. Which room am I in?”

The woman directed her to her room and halfway there she "heard" their host call. She was torn for a moment, she would've liked to take her stuff to her room and get settled but she had chosen to be late and it would be rude to ignore the call. Sighing she gave her luggage carrier her room key and instructions to take her bags up to her room and wait for her to return.