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@kxneofwxr location: red beach

He sat in the sand letting the night waves wash over bare legs. Body covered only by the black speedo he wore to swim. Ronin deciding on taking refuge in the above ground water over the grotto, avoiding the pet crocodile that swam there. With his back on the wet floor he called the sand around him to rise. Watching it change from red to black as his power took control of it. The black spec mixing in his vision with the stars creating something almost childlike for him to enjoy. The smile on his face softer than most on the island had witness and had he known someone else was so close by he would've done a better job of hiding it. The sudden presence felt caused the sand to fall to the ground again...from black to red. Rolling up to see Kane lurking close by.

"Oh...it's just you." Not meant in any offense. Just that it was better another Acolyte saw him using his powers over a mortal. They were supposed to be keeping the god, demi-demigod stuff out of their line of sight. "Sorry thought I was alone out here. You come out for a swim?" His hair and body still wet from the resent trip through the waves. "The waters aren't as warm as the grotto but you get used to it."

Watching Ronin from a distance had been interesting to say the least, watching the sand shift and change colour around him. There was a pang of jealousy that so many of the demi-gods here had such obvious abilities, Kane's only real power lying in his strength and his ability to rile up and intimidate. Lingering too long meant Kane was finally spotted. "Yeah, just me," he chuckled, standing still for a few seconds longer before approaching Ronin a little more. "Didn't mean t'interrupt."

A few steps later and Kane was next to Ronin, taking a seated spot next to him, leaning back a little, palms flat with his fingers and toes gently digging under the sand. "Might swim," he said, letting out a small sigh, "I kinda just like a lil' stroll on the beach. Calms me, y'know?" He turned to Ronin and smiled. "But, if yer plannin' on goin' back in, an' don't mind a tag along, I'll join ya."

@kxneofwxr location: some dark alley in eden

Mercy. The wretched word kept swirling in Zainab's mind after he ditched the battle party. That damned elf escaped his clutches more than once. Tomorrow, maybe the next day, the ranger would hear word of what information Silas forced from him. Then he would be sober and glad the others out voted him. But for now, Zai was seething and bleeding in a dark alley alone.

A silhouette filled the blue lit frame at the alleyways opening. A terribly familiar shape and energy dwelled there. He winced at it. A less aggressive reaction than he had intended when picturing another demigod. One of those with lights shooting out of their hands or another, armored in black, who was so much better than him. "What would you've said...?" He asked, considering Kane's vote hadn't been counted. "Would you've killed him?"

#crocblooded #Kane // Zainab

It seemed like an easy choice when given barely any time to think on it, Kane simply smiling as his initial response to Zai's question. "O'course I woulda. Big fight with someone like that endin' in a painful an' satisfyin' death? Why wouldn't ye pick that option?" Kane pressed closer, standing at Zainab's side, back resting against the wall leisurely as he reached into his pocket to pull out his latest pack of smokes.

"But then, there's a part'o me that...upon thinkin', thinks maybe keepin' the lil' bastard alive is the better choice." He pulled a cigarette from the pack with his mouth, slotting the rest back into his pocket and rummaging for a lighter. "Maybe," he grunted, lighting up, "others are gonna come fer him right? That means we got more fights ahead. More opportunity fer war t'break out."

orxngehues

Percy could very much tell that this was a demigod he was speaking too. Maybe it was Silas' doing, the new Gods ruling over New Olympia, but Percy did sense Kane over the mortals, like his aura was more powerful, more godly and it was drawing in the mortals like flies. He watched, feeling a bit of a jump in his chest, as Kane grabbed the ass of one man, pushed him into the other and grabbed the drink, the third man joining the others as Kane denied his kiss...it was hot, but Percy decided not to show that he found it attractive, he didn't want to let his guard down too much, despite drinking random drinks in a New Olympia bar. Percy took a step back, giving room for Kane to join him in the crowd dance floor, and it was almost like the mortals knew the get out of their way, making room as Percy moved around. " Percy," He greeted, holding out a hand for the other, " You been...here...long?" Percy tried his best not to make it sound like he hated this place, but before yesterday, New Olympia was the enemy, the big bad of their camp and now Percy was under their order. " You seem to have quite the...party," there was certainly no denying that the mortal men with Kane with attractive, they could pull anyone they want, so them begging for kisses from Kane very much spoke to the new power that Percy had beyond his demigodhood.

#xmaestrix #Kane // Percy #sinnersevent

Percy, not quite the name he was expecting for such a large hunk of a man. He couldn't work out what he thought the guy should have been called, his head already swimming a little due to the beer, bet maybe Chet...or Zach or Linc. Percy sounded so...polite, and Kane was hoping the man would be anything but.

"Couple'a days," he shrugged, "maybe just over a week? Ain't too sure to be honest. Been too busy t'be keepin' track'a the days," he turned his head back to the three men waiting patiently for him and threw them a wave. One of the men looked like he could have fainted. "Meh, they ain't bad," Kane moved in closer to Percy, so that his hands rested against the others waist, "ain't too keen on the skinny one, but can't deny he's a good dancer. Couldn't tell ye anythin' 'bout the other two, but they didn't mind sharin' so I ain't complainin'." Kane's hips continued to sway with the music, purposely and tactically bumping against Percy. "An' you? Been here long? I'd know if I'd seen someone with arms an' a face like yers by now."

Kane Bentley. The name did ring the faintest bell in Zai's distracted mind. Where had he heard it before? He worried the aura had gotten the best of him. Ruined that oh so important first impression. Yet, Kane went on with his claims and titles. Zai was certain anyone else would have considered him a nutcase for lashing out so suddenly, but Kane took him seriously as a heart attack.

"God of War." Zai giggled, regaining his composure now that he had a taste of who he was dealing with. The magic as real as his fangs and tail. All feeling, but he had to trust it. "Isn't that putting the wagon in front of the donkey?" Or something like that. "... 'met a guy just like us, got a one way ticket to the underworld for such hubris." Delusion, but this was the kind of driven recruit the court had to have hoped for.

At the demand, Zainab rose up and took a seat on the table. Croc tail whipped across, knocking off his food, drink, and whatever else sat on top. He got comfortable and peered down at the wishful authority figure. Through the flicker of Kane's bright cigarette and smokey veil. Not a terrible sight from this angle. "Tell me, teach. What god follows rules? 'talk about juggling a guys brains then say that wasn't fun." The two supposed truths didn't add up for the delinquent.

#crocblooded #Kane // Zainab

Kane didn't appreciate the giggle. He was the God of War. Is the God of War, in all the ways that mattered anyway, as if the people swarming around them obsessed and adoring cared about the little details. He could crush practically anyone that disagreed with him. "Pullin' the wagon in front of the donkey? Ye callin' me an ass?" He enjoyed this, twisting peoples words to look like an attack, like they belittled him first making his oncoming snap-backs justified. Not that he needed justification. He was Kane fucking Bentley.

Smoke continued to swirl, even as he removed the cigarette from between his lips, watching as Zai perched on top of the table, eyes only diverting from his gaze to rest again on the others tail. "Ain't never seen a guy with a tail before. That a blessin' or a curse?" Curious at least. Now it was Kane's turn to chuckle, and he glanced to the side. "I didn't say it wasn't fun, I just said it wasn't for fun. There's a difference. Can't help it I enjoyed my job, an' tweaked it fer my next one. Never thought jugglin' a guys brains on live TV would give me such a thirst fer it, y'know." He reached up with his free hand, thumb resting against Zai's chin while his fingers ghosted his jawline. "Bet yer brains are pretty. Matchin' yer face."

With a nod Ronin move towards the bags as directed. Picking through the items, not really taking much attention to anything or putting them away. Until he came to the under. You could tell a lot about a person based off the smallest of details. He turned back with a pair of Kane's underwear hanging from his fingers confused. "Ugly enough? Now come on. I'll take the compliment that I'm the prettiest in the room..." Sly slither of a smile. "...but you're far from ugly." Letting the underwear fall from his hand he took a couple steps closer, helping in the effort to close the distance. Sucking at his teeth he reached up, fingers grazing Kane's lips as he took his cigarette. "That's a nasty habit you have there, Mr. Bentley. Do you not care what poisons you put in your body?" Flicking the ash from the cigarette before returning to Kane's mouth untouched. Of all the the new habits he picked up smoking wasn't one of them.

Ronin made a point to show the back of his left hand while he snatched the property. The Ouroboros clear and a certain sign he was more than housekeeping. He signed as he took a step back and around towards the door. "Well if it was a secret why would I ever share? But there is a spot a few of us know...might have to climb to get to it. You up for getting your hands a little dirty?" Was this an invitation or test? The flick between his eyes and smile made it hard to tell.

Prettiest in the room, Kane couldn't help but chuckle at that. Kid had ego. Kane could relate to that. A sense of humour too, that part he related to a little less. "Get punched in the face enough an' a couple parts o'ya go a lil' wonky. Yer like all pretty, I'm like...rebuilt pretty." Flirting with the staff already, sometimes Kane had no shame, but his eyes worked just as well as they always did.

Kane didn't move as Ronin approached, his eyes simply meeting the others the closer her got. The urge to bite at those finger tips was strong, but Kane was sizing the guy up, seeing what he'd do. A brave move taking his cigarette from him, but he allowed it, not once breaking Ronin's gaze. "I gotta lotta nasty habits," he said with a shrug, sliding the now returned smoke to the corner of his mouth, "poison is just one'a them."

There was a playful edge to Ronin's voice, something teasing and alluring, and Kane would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. He had asked the question after all, he might as well follow to obtain his answers. "Dirty hands is nothin' different than my day job," sort of, and he grabbed the first shirt he could find, pulling it over his arms but leaving the front open, "lead the way sweet-cheeks. An' I promise I won't tell no-one 'bout these sweet spots."

orxngehues

If Percy was being honest with himself, yesterday had been the worst day of his life. His entire found family, his second found family, were all dead, slain by their own leader and leaving only Percy behind, that was the story that Percy was told and it was the one he believed, having very little memories to go off himself. He spent his night in his chamber, morning, morning all of his friends and lovers and cursing the leader...who he also found himself drawn close to over the years, how could he betrayal someone he loved like that?

The next night, Percy needed music. Music and Percy were one, the music flowing right through him and carrying them on it's waves, he also needed some weed, he had mourn and tonight he needed to forget and try to enjoy his new life. He followed the music outside of the castle to the Sillarinx Festival, not being here for it's opening ceremony, but still deciding to show up. As he walked, the mortals looked at him with awe and he wasn't sure if it was his height or demigod status, he was told the mortals worship them, to be honest, back at camp, the mortals weren't too fond of the demigod's meddling. Still, the music called and it wasn't long before Percy found himself in a nightclub. It was very much different from a mortal nightclub, ambrosia flowing, mortals, creatures and demigods alike all dancing the night away and as Percy, who downed his first...two drinks, was on his third when he locked eyes with the man surrounded by three other men, kissing and dancing and enjoying the night, he was envious. But the man looked to Percy and motioned him over, the demigod was bound to oblige. Making his way through the bodies, he was moving with the music, flowing it with as he came behind one of the three men. He looked to the other, wondering why he called him over, if it was to dance or if this man knew that Percy wasn't from here.

#sinnersevent #xmaestrix #Kane // Percy

There were several facets of this demigod thing that Kane still couldn't wrap his head around, with one being how he seemed to instinctually know who was also a demi like himself, from a nightclub filled with people, he knew this one was someone like him.

Sort of. Nobody was quite like Kane Bentley.

Regardless, he'd motioned him over, and the other man had obliged, muscular body moving to the music with more timing and rhythm than Kane, by far. He watched, licking his lips in intrigue before placing his cigarette back between his teeth. "Alright boys," he slapped the ass of random man #2 hard and gave it a firm squeeze before pushing him into man #1, taking the drink from #3 and grinning "entertain yerselves fer a while, daddy's got conversation t'be havin'." #3 leaned in for one more kiss but Kane denied it, turning his attention fully to the guy he's coaxed over.

"You...look like someone I need t'get t'know. Whadda they call ye, handsome?"

Percy Maestri // @xmaestrix // Silarinx Festival

A festival was exactly what Kane needed. Everyone around him was drinking and dancing and he was no exception, cigarette perched between his lips, a bottle of something alcoholic in one hand and the soft ass of an eager worshipper in the other. There was some similarity between fighting and dancing, both requiring thoughtful movement and a sense of rhythm, although that didn't seem to matter tonight as the drinks flowed. His hips rolled, beer soaked hand raising his bottle into the air as the smoke emanating from his lips swirled upwards around it.

Kane wasn't sure how long he'd been dancing, or at what point three more men had circled around him, but their time was filled with aggressive kisses, bites on necks and scratching down muscular backs, a rhythmic grinding against each other in time with the music now, somehow. Kane's eyes opened, glancing the surrounding party-goers, gaze settling on someone built like a marble statue, and he grinned. A hand raised, and he motioned the man closer.

#sinnersevent #xmaestrix #Kane // Percy

illbeyouridle

starter for : @kxneofwxr location: eden

Having coming back from the training grounds, the son of Agape had arrived at Eden with a glow of sweat across his skin. His face blotched red from the excessive heat underneath the ground. The image of his mother, the feel of her touch across his face as she cursed him still fresh in his mind as Vincent trained himself to his limit.

He wasn't aware just how much an affect being separated from his godly gift of worship with affect him. Neither did he know how long it would take to recuperate them. The waiting seemed to be punishment in and of itself. Wiping some of the sweat collected on his face with a towel, Vincent sits himself down at one of his favorite bars on the strip. He wraps the towel around his neck before spotting someone familiar to him. Just before waving down the bartender, Vincent decided to wave instead to the fellow demigod. "Kane! Come drink with me, man!"

#withallmyheart-vincent #Kane // Vincent

Kane could quite confidently say that, even in his relatively short time being here, he'd already sampled most of the bars that Eden had to offer. Sure, he had his favourites, any normal person would, but he wasn't opposed to visiting those he favoured less.

Especially not if some cute little thing called him over.

He didn't know Vincent too well, having seen him at the training grounds a few times over the last couple of weeks, but he hadn't gone out of his way to spend anytime with the younger male. He wasn't quite on Kane's level. Too nice. But, nice had offered him to drink, and Kane would be stupid to turn down any offer for some alcohol. He turned on his heel, making his way towards Vincent where he took a seat next to him, slinging his arm over the others shoulder. "Ye wanna spend time with lil' ol' me? I'm flattered," he grinned, pulling his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, placing one between his lips and offering one to the other, "what's yer poison?"

"Fair enough," Zainab might have surprised himself, but freedom was a worthy desire. He only wanted to have a look. Drinking in his fellow acolyte top to bottom with a single draw of the eye. "but why not meet and greet your... crew mates and competition? There's quite the number of us now."

While the followers that crowded about appeared willing as ever, there seemed to be more enthusiasm about this particular demigod. Zainab realized as their eyes met that it wasn't magic, or scent that caught his awareness earlier, but pure energy radiating off the strangers form. Something invisible and fierce, wafting like a steady flame. Beautiful, but promising danger. Zai felt insulted by the confused feeling that took over his mind. Threw him off.

"What the fuck are you?" He asked outright, nostrils flared until he blinked and turned away. Sipping his drink as a redirection when really he needed the second to regulate his emotions. The comment of brain matter filling palms cut right through the mutant. His most recent memory of turning such slippery substance between digits came through a vision. Hands that weren't his own. Yet, he knew it too well. "I started to wonder if killers weren't naturally drawn to this gig or something..."

#crocblooded #Kane // Zai

The glow at the end of his cigarette did enough to cast a shine across his face, highlighting the angles and the rough scraggles of hair that outlined his jaw. A red glint seemed to shine in his eyes, staring down as Zai as he continued his fries. "Oh I heard, I am well aware, an' that's what I'm hopin' for." He was here for competition, and to know there were a vast number of people that could fit into that category made him shiver in eager anticipation.

Something about the way Zai looked at him caused Kane to grin, and he stepped forwards, even as the other turned away. This was...interesting. "I'm Kane Bentley. I'm the God of fucking War." Or close enough, technically. The people around him didn't care; this was the closest they'd get to the actual God of War so what was the difference really? His smirk remained, and he took a seat opposite Zai, his gaze flitting from Zai's eyes and back to the tail that still lurked behind him. "Look, if the rules are a fight to the death, that's the rules. An' I ain't one t'break 'em unless I have to. I ain't someone that kills for fun if that's what yer thinkin'."

Kane slapped a hand on the table. "Hey, fuckin' look at me when I'm talkin' to ya."

The warmest of smiles stretched across his face, reflective in his eye as his cheeks raised. "Housekeeping. I wanted to be sure you have all you need." Taking a few cautious steps into the room while maintaining a respectable distance. What better way to spy on a newbie than pose as part of the help. With a tilt of his he looked over the room a bit unsure. Had his intel been wrong? The guy was here three days and still unpacked? Ronin could hear his father's scolding if he let anything stay undone this long. It almost made him unpack the guy's stuff for him. Snickering as he threw his chin back to look over his shoulder. "Oh? You seem like a big enough boy to find your own way."

Those same perceptive eyes took in the sight of him. The guy was...fit. Not just in a physical sense but in a 'would love to kick your ass' kind of way. Ronin wanted to see how he handled in a fight, up close. "Ronin."

"Housekeepin' huh?" He looked the younger man up and down once more, taking the cigarette from his lips and wetting them with a quick flick of his tongue. "Well, if yer gonna help, I got shirts in that case there that can be put in the closet," he motioned towards a case on the ground. "Socks an' underwear are in the one on the bed. Pick a drawer, I don't care which ye put 'em in." Saved him the job of organising all his clothing.

Kane couldn't help but smirk back, attention slowly drawn more to the guy that he had initially dismissed. "Big enough an' ugly enough. An' I ain't gonna say no t'-" he paused, looking the guy up from the ground, more obviously this time, until his eyes settled on the others, "a handsome stranger showin' me the hot spots. Or the secret spots. Pretty sure I'm bound t'have missed some." The catacombs were sure to have lots of places to hide, and obscure yourself from antics.

He stepped towards the stranger, Ronin, cigarette placed back into his mouth so that his hand could extend to shake. "Kane Bentley."

Eden was alive. As if summoned by the Dark Court itself, mortal followers swarmed the clubs, restaurants and streets. Driven to entertain the newest troop of acolytes to arrive. Zai could pick the chosen few out by their scent. The magical blood they each shared in a sense coursing within. Sweetened after exposing their flesh to the hot iron brand.

While perception remained one of his superpowers, attention strayed to the pack of fries and box of chicken before him. He snacked casually without batting an eye. With or without the Dark Bishops special wakey-wakey elixir, Zai was drawn to the late to early hours. The fun. The pleasure. The potential for violence.

Sensing a demigod close by, Zai's crocodile tail whipped into the aisle instinctively. Blocking the soul who either wished to pass or address him personally. "Welcome to Pleasure Island." Zai offered a cutting grin, both green eyes practically glowing with delight. "'least that's what I would've called it.

You couldn't be the squeamish type..." Zai suggested. Anyone who took such branding like a champ deserved some credit. "but can you chat about blood and guts over a meal?"

#crocblooded #Kane // Zai

Kane was used to adoring crowds, people screaming his name in adoration and appreciation, but this was something completely different. A new place, new people, and yet all of them were looking at him differently, an adoration in a completely different way, and he could feel their desire to worship him radiating from them in the way they stared at him, the way they reached out for him. He ignored them all of course, preoccupied with his own antics for the evening, needing some sustenance before continuing a prolonged night of drinking and smoking and, more than likely, causing a fight.

The tail blocking his path hadn't been expected, and his eyes trailed along it and to the body it was attached to, teeth crunching down on the end of his cigarette in mild frustration. "Ain't much pleasure t'be had if ye ain't lettin' people pass," his tone laced with a challenging edge, practically begging the other to try and stop him progressing further. "Oh please," Kane waved a hand into the air, pushing the notion away, "if ye ain't had brain matter crushed in the palm'a ya hand, then ye ain't lived properly. Squeamish ain't a word I understand."

@kxneofwxr Location: Bedchambers

Ronin was usually the first to know when someone new arrived. The movements above were less of his concern but someone fresh entering the catacombs he had to observe. This would be yet another fighting for the same seat within the inner circle. An ally in battle but a rival where it mattered most. He was never concerned with the threat but he felt it right to be mindful of the potential at the same time. He couldn't let his favor with the King stale if some new shiny acolyte emerged. One sharing blood with a member of the inner circle no less.

He watched the other from a distance for a day prior before coming to introduce himself directly. Knocking at the frame of the door to his bedchambers and looking around inside. "Anyone home?" Asked as he entered but stayed close to the door. Seniority gave him the right to trespass, no?

You'd think after three days of being here that Kane would have unpacked, but he enjoyed a party as much as the next red-blooded male, and naturally spent the first night joining the parties, drinking and smoking and scoping out some talent to spend one of the next few nights with. His second day had been for slow exploration, learning the layout of the land. His third day, now, was for organisation, as much as he'd rather take another day of partying, or finding some unfortunate fucker to punch in the face repeatedly.

Sport shorts wrapped around his waist, tattoos on show, cigarette dangling from his lips, a brow raised at the knock on the doorframe and he turned his head to face the stranger. "Depends who's askin'..." his body shifted to face the man fully now, eyes glancing over him in a slow up and down motion. "If yer here t'give me a tour, I coulda done with ye yesterday."