Lady Like Whoa

I could bring you to your knees and get you kicked out the Garden of Eden ✗ ✗ ✗ Nysa Walsh, 26, Laima, Ex Con Artist

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nicolaschaudon‌:

date: february 2021 time: 11:17 pm location: church for: @nysawalsh​

Business was booming, mainly because he was capitalizing on people’s recent traumas that incentivize them to enter the club to search for a form of medicine to heal their wounds. Finding that his favorite bottle of whiskey was emptied out, Nicolas decided to sneak down to the club to get a new one. While he was usually seen at the club with his usual suit, he had a royal brocade burgundy robe curtaining his frame instead. His intentions of grabbing a new bottle and immediately going back to his room backfired when he spotted Nysa. “Which one of them let you in here?” he greeted her, eyes scanning behind her to demonstrate his act of searching for the working bouncers before completely settling on her. “I’ll be sure to lower their wage.” He relaxed his demeanor, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. “Stay put. I need to let everyone here know to hold onto their items very tightly.”  

Nysa was bored. That was a very dangerous thing for her to be and usually she could get into so many dangerous situations. Yet, Lethe was too terribly boring. Even the shades had only shaken things up for a little bit. She had a hard time feeding from others with the stupid rules from the council and sometimes she missed the feeling of manipulating and killing others to get what she wanted. Of course there was one other person who knew of her boredom and could relate. Nicolas. She knew he would be at his club, a place she did enjoy frequenting especially with the cute DJ and cute patrons. Especially drunk ones. It had been easy to charm her way in, some of the bouncers knew her and had heard stories from their boss and were therefore a little hesitant around her. But, it had been even easier to watch his office, to wait for him to vacate it and pour out the rest of his favorite bottle of whiskey and wait down at the bar for him. When she finally did draw him out, Nysa smirked when Nicolas finally caught sight of her. “Do be nice to them, they are much nicer to me than you. Careful, you might break my heart Nicolas.” She smirked, and leaned closer to him while she flout the rules by sitting on top of his bar. “Don’t you look handsome tonight. While I am a fan of your designer suits, I think I enjoy this look more.” She teased, her fingers sneaking towards his robe to pull at it. “It would look better on the floor though I suppose.” Nysa smirked and leaned back so he would see her full dramatic display. “It took you long enough to come join me. Finally got thirsty, did you?” She asked and smirked as she brought the bottle of his favorite whiskey from the bar stock to her lips, drinking straight from it. 

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faolanmeadowes‌:

Date: December 31, 2020 Time: 7:00PM Location: Winter Festival

“This is meant to be sword fighting?” he asks, incredulous, watching the two people fight out to the encouragement from the onlookers. Its a sanctioned fight, Faolan figures, or the police officers patrolling around would be leaping on everyone without pause. “Horrible weapons, they aren’t blunted or sharpened. Did we pry them off someone’s wall? I did better on my first weapons, and that was when we still used sharpened sticks.” His arms cross, eyes narrowed critically, talking mostly to himself, but also to the person standing nearest him. It wasn’t his choice to come here, but he had lost Gabriel and Etienne several booths back, and the clinking of weapons had drawn his eyes. It was two vampires in the middle, each garbed in a separate color, and he wasn’t entirely sure what they were promoting here. Not good weapons, nor good fighting. “I really hope this isn’t supposed to be a promotion for sword fighting classes. It’s sad.”

Nysa usually found the parties the city hosted to be boring and sad, this one included. But, she still had nothing better to do while being stuck in Lethe, and the crowd of people milling around made for easy targets to pickpocket from. Nysa was standing to the side, sipping at a smoothie she bought a few booths ago and watching the sad, badly choreographed fight when someone next to her started to complain out loud. She looked over and raised an eyebrow at him. Strong posture, good bone features, cute blue eyes. Yes, she could waste some time chatting with him. “Has anyone told you what I suppose your true age is showing?” She teased with a dazzling smile. “Please do not tell me that the last time you saw something like this was when it was common.” 

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khclfvni‌:

Pierce grimaced and let out an amused chuckle. If he didn’t have his empathy, he’d be lost between taking it as a compliment or an insult. “Yeah, some people are just blessed.” This town was small so he imagined that there weren’t many to choose from, so he wasn’t surprised to run into at least one person who found him appealing. Sometimes, all it took was to be a little different, in business and in life. He shrugged at her. “A little competition can be healthy and I’m not worried about it. People shouldn’t take things too seriously.” Liberty was just a way for him to pass some time. He was focused on searching for his daughter. “I would, but I don’t know if my child would enjoy that. I don’t want her to get any wrong ideas.”

“Oh, then you have one on me. I’ve never even heard of Lethe until recently…” If he was being honest, he preferred the world outside of Lethe. He could understand the desire to be safe, but if people shut themselves out, they missed out on plenty of opportunities. Humans were cruel, but he didn’t believe that they needed to hide to the extent that Letheans did. “It’s a pretty small place, seven miles or something, kind of like San Francisco, but with less people and less entertainment. Unless you can prove me wrong… Can you show me around?”

Nysa never saw anything wrong or forward in flirting with almost everyone she came across. It was part of her nature coming from her species, she was a demon after all. It was as natural as breathing to her. “I tell myself that every day.” She smirked, chuckling lightly, but she knew she was beautiful to many people, again it was just something she thought came with her species. Surprisingly, and to her absolutely delight, most people in Lethe right now were very attractive. For someone who thought she would be stuck here with nothing it was a welcome surprise, and one that would keep her from complete boredom. “Healthy competition makes the world revolve.” She agreed with him, competition was what pushed her on sometimes when she stole. “Ah, but then that would hurt my feelings to name nothing after me.” 

“It’s a sorta supernatural Mecca. The promise of all safety from the outside evil world and humans.” Nysa shrugged and looked back across the field. But her tone told him that she didn’t really believe in the Mecca of safety that Lethe served to some. However, it was a little ironic since she herself was here to hide out from the very powerful people she had crossed who were looking for her. She missed having the world at her fingertips. “San Francisco is fun, definitely a few bars I have great stories from bars there.” It could never be said that Nysa didn’t make her own entertainment. Amusement and an acceptance for the challenge flashed in her dark gaze and she smirked. “Oh, I can prove you wrong, handsome. But can you keep up with me?” If only the council wasn’t looking over her shoulder so much, she could have some real fun. Turning on her heel, she started to head towards town. “I’m Nysa by the way.” 

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khclfvni‌:

“I don’t use any of that. I’m all-natural.” Pierceson chuckled and pulled his jacket, adjusting how it sat on his frame. He turned his attention back to the field. His life wasn’t going to crumble if he made the wrong choice on this. Liberty was just a fun side project and was probably the closest thing to a new hobby for him. Pierce was just throwing money around for some entertainment. “Well, I’ve got the range down, a few paintball and airsoft zones. I have a few training areas, but you know, nothing specific. I’m not trying to compete with anyone.” If he went too far, he bet that the gym in town wouldn’t be very happy with him. “I don’t have a training or an obstacle course yet, so I’ll take that into account.”

He turned to face her. “Are you from around here? I haven’t fenced up this part yet.” Pierce could feel her amusement but also something else, something heavier. “If you have something that you want to take around here, now would be a good time, before I fix this place up for what I need.” He didn’t need any of the trees on this part of the property. He’d probably call in someone to clear it completely so he could have a blank canvas to work on. 

Nysa would have liked to use something like that, but she knew that if she fed properly for her species she could maintain the youthful look she was so proud of. “These looks are all-natural then? That’s good to know.” Nysa shamelessly flirted out of a combination of habit and boredom. The field stretched out before them and he was right, it would be good land to build something like he was planning on. And it wasn’t far away from town so wouldn’t have a problem getting people to come. “You will be covering a wide range of things though and therefore might start up a little competition with someone or maybe more than one.” But, his idea was too specific to be in complete competition with someone here. “You can name one of those zones after me as a thank you.” Nysa winked, smirking in amusement. 

“I spent some summers in Lethe as a child, but I never lived here full time.” Nysa explained and told the truth for once, it was something a good part of the town remembered and already knew themselves. Including her relation to her cousins. “No, there’s nothing I need from here.” She waved him off casually. Nysa had never lived a sentimental life before and she was not about to start merely because the trees they carved on as children were still standing on the other side of the clearing. Perhaps she would steal something later. Though, it was a thought she did not wish to entertain too much. 

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nicolaschaudon‌:

The pair running into each other might be the worst yet the best occasion to occur in this town. Though, Nicolas couldn’t decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing for him. It was combining two walking physical bodies of chaos, but her capabilities kept him alert and cautious. He was aware of what caught her eyes, and he had to make sure that if those that belonged to him had to be kept out of her sight. “An hour ago? That must be a record. If I can recall correctly, you like to look at yourself almost every five minutes.” The slap was seen coming, but before he could pull his finger back, she had already slapped it away. He kept his hands to his side in case of future abuses. “As I hope you would. Going to France and not picking up any of the language? What a waste of a journey. Surely you can get around without any knowledge of it depending on the area, but if given the opportunity, one should always take advantage of it.” He spoke as if he missed his home, and truly he did. Years spent away only escalated that reminiscing aura, but trouble always found him there. “I only drink wine with people I trust, and Nysa, darling, I have not learned to trust you just yet. While I do admire you and your works, you do not qualify for sharing a glass of wine with me just yet. Until that changes, your welcome gift will be a bottle of champagne.” The truth was relayed through his choices of alcoholic drinks to share with others. While some just rely on taste to pick out what to pool their blood with, Nicolas relies on the person he’s drinking with. When drinking by himself, his immediate choice was wine of course. “You’re easily pleased when your ego is fueled by compliments,” he admitted openly with amused eyes. “That’s bullshit and you know it. You would most definitely steal from me if the price was high enough. Though, I do wonder. What would that price be?” He provided her with a challenging look, the answer determining how he was to react. A cackle fell from his lips at her words, and he agreed to play along. “Yes, it’s definitely because I miss you and your abrupt nature so much that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His eyes narrowed at her, curiosity saturated his features. “A vacation? Here? Have you gone mad? What here qualifies as a destination for a vacation?”

Nysa had thought her time in Lethe hiding out would be boring and sad and would give her no entertainment. She was here to hide out from the powerful people she had pissed off, it was her own fault though she would never admit to it. Getting tangled up in shit she shouldn’t have was one thing, but having to admit to it and hide out in Lethe? It was humiliating and no one would ever learn the truth. “As opposed to your looking at your reflection every three minutes? Between us, I’m the one who always showed any kind of restraint.” She teased him, her eyes dancing with amusement. He was vain too, but he was right, between them she was probably the more vain of them. “Ah but if I hadn’t traveled to France then we never would have met each other and your life would have been a sad existence without me.” She leaned closer to him and brought her face close to his. “It is a shame. Maybe you can give me some one on one lessons to improve my French. Some late night sessions together working our tongues... oui Monsieur.” She purred, her eyes inviting and pulling him in, though amusement sparked under their dark depths. Smirking, Nysa slowly wrapped her fingers around the bottle and brought it back to her lips as she pulled away from him once more. He was the one who teased her with the bottle and now she wanted it back in her possession. “Ouch, you wound me Nico. And here I thought we were soul mates, I trust you my dear.” She teased, though he knew that she didn’t trust others. In her life, you couldn’t trust others, and if you did it was rare and that person had to truly earn the trust. She’d settle for the champagne for right now, but there was something in her wanting to earn to drink wine with him as a sense of pride. “Mm, but I love it when you talk like that to me, Nico. Tell me I’m pretty.” She teased, batting her eyes at him. While she did enjoy compliments about her looks, stroking her ego, there was something else about complimenting her work and recognizing how good she was at her job. Since she hid behind her looks and her lamia skills so often, it was a little nice to be recognized. “4.0″ She leaned closer and kept her lips only a fraction of an inch from his own, her eyes lighting up to watch his own as he would recognize that was only a little above the price of his bottle she now held once more. What was the true price? Nysa wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but she knew she only picked that number to tease him. “Tell me more, mon chéri. Tell me how you tossed and turned each night since I left because you couldn’t get me out of your mind. I know you had to track me down because you couldn’t live another day without me.” Nysa knew it was only a lucky trick of fate that brought them together again, but she was playing it for everything it was worth. “And what’s wrong with a vacation here?” She gestured to the fire around them. “I think this is pretty fun.” 

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imani-kingston‌:

“Unpleasantness is a pretty broad term babe.” Imani then shook her head and grinned, “Of course, who would after all?” Crossing her arms, the she-wolf liked the attitude being displayed in front of her. She could vibe with it. “Didn’t you hear? This event is practically BYOB.” joked Mani as she moved a few of her braids away from her face. She was on her best behaviour, but perhaps her companion might surprise her. “A nightclub. Been around for a year or two. Don’t really care for the details, the owner is whatever. But I make the place lit, so I recommend checking it out.” Oh Nicolas. The she-wolf wondered what the charismatic vampire was doing at this time–certainly not her. Which reminds her, she needed to text him in regards to Church business. Whipping out her phone, she sent a quick message before returning her gaze on the Other. “Unpleasant, yet good taste? Interesting combo. Mmm…I’ll be the judge of that. Such opinion is pretty subjective don’t you think? For all I care, you could be all talk.” 

Oh, there were many more terms she had heard described when it came to Nysa being bored. She was a really dangerous person to be around when she was bored, people were hurt, things were stolen and a little chaos reigned. “Ah, but I’ve heard so many others. There’s something about that one I like.” She grinned. It was easy to vibe with this woman, it made Nysa upset that she hadn’t run into her before in Paris or Prague or somewhere else more fun than Lethe. Still, maybe this town couldn’t be all bad if she was going to be here for a bit. Maybe she could even have some fun. “BYOB, and bring your own party favors. But I like to make my own fun.” Nysa purred in amusement. How often did she steal from others to create her own fun at a party? “How have I never heard of a nightclub in this town? Have you been hiding from me?” She teased and leaned closer to her new found companion and friend. “Well, now I really have to come. Especially if you will be working, beautiful.” Nysa was such a sucker for a pretty face, she liked surrounding herself and playing with pretty things. “Oh, but this is more of a fact. I always have good taste. In everything.” Her eyes sparkled in amusement.

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[khclfvni]

date: October 2020 location: Liberty, Open fields time: Mid-Afternoon

Taking on the name and identity of Pierceson Davis was a relatively new development, but with all the work he put in, he was as real as the poor man he took it from. As he walked up and down the field, he decided not to think more about the original; he didn’t want to think poorly of the dead man he was thankful toward.  If he had a misfortune of facing them as a lich or a Riverborn, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All he knew was that none of his options were going to be pretty. 

Eh. 

He’d cross that bridge later. At the moment, he was more interested in the open fields in front of him. With what he was trying to offer, he had a few ideas for the space, but he didn’t want to talk to a wall. “This spot’s good for plenty of things, but I can’t pick what to go with. I could put another combat zone or another range… Maybe an obstacle coarse or an all-purpose outdoor training area, but I don’t know. I don’t know if people here get jazzed for new ways of fitness.” He paused and glanced at the other person. “Do people just use magic lotion instead? You know, around here. Don’t tell me that putting in the work isn’t a thing here.” He smirked. 

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Nysa wasn’t sure what drew her to the field. She remembered this place from the summers she spent here as a child. Chasing after Xander and Julian, wanting to keep up with them, even when they became annoyed their younger girl cousin was always tagging along. But for some reason, she took the small hike out here to see if it changed. Nope, it was still exactly the same. There was a tree over on the other side of the clearing with her name on it and her height marked out. On another tree was a curse word Xander had carved when he was a bold little child. The field might not have changed, but she sure had. Nysa no longer was the innocent child she had been, she fully embraced her lamia side and proudly had a stained past.

But, there was someone else in the field that day, someone she didn’t recognize. Nysa approached him and smirked in amusement when he talked of plans to build some complex out here. “Magic lotion? Sounds great, hook me up if you got any.” She laughed. “I wouldn’t do another range, this town isn’t big enough for more than one of those. But a training course, even a paintball place, or obstacle course would be interesting.” Nysa would never be considered sentimental and though she would mourn the tree bearing her name, she’d easily get over it. There were so many other things for her to put her name on.

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nicolaschaudon‌:

It was a pleasant surprise to see Nysa there, in Lethe specifically. In the middle of chaos, however, there was no other place Nicolas would think was a better fit her to emerge from. He always thought she thrived in a different environment, one much busier and bigger than Lethe. This place would only hold her back from her full potential he believed. “When’s the last time you looked in a mirror? I see a wrinkle forming right there,” he lied as he pointed at a random spot on her forehead. “Nysa Walsh, French sounds so beautiful coming from your lips.” With the bottle removed from his hand, Nicolas walked closer to greet her with a kiss on her cheek. As much as he enjoyed the cognac, which was pleasurable reminder of home, he, too, preferred wine over other type of alcohol. “Wine is too intimate for this occasion, so today, we celebrate with Louis the thirteenth.” He extended his right arm to showcase the occasion he was referring to. At her remark, Nicolas grabbed back the bottle from her and shielded it from her with his arms tangled around it. If the actual Louis XIII had the same type of protection and care as the bottle, maybe tuberculosis wouldn’t have spread through his body and led to his death. “A value cannot be placed on your company because it’s simply priceless. But yes, it’s only three-point-nine because it’s a bottle I’m willing to risk leave my sights with you as you disappear. I can’t bear the thought of a more expensive bottle being stolen by you. I know how you work, you daunting swindler.” He capitalized on Nysa’s skills, so he was fully aware of what she was capable of. It was admirable as much as it was unsettling. “If I wanted to see you, I would have just given you a call. Don’t you go around thinking so full of yourself, now. I got in a little trouble, and while I don’t fear death, I don’t think it’s my time just yet. And how about you, love? I know you’re not here for the pastries and trivial events as such.” 

Nysa would never admit it out loud, but it was a pleasant surprise to see Nico once more. She had enjoyed her time in Paris when she worked with him, he was charming and entertaining. Plus, he admired her skills and that was always an easy way to get on her good side to stroke her ego. Lethe was holding her back, she was terribly bored and felt so limited here. “You know me, I looked in a mirror just an hour ago. I have no wrinkles.” She smirked, but a dangerous glint sparkled in her eyes. In a flash she slapped his hand away, hard. Nysa smirked and tossed some hair over her shoulder. “Merci. I did pick up a little of it during my time in France.” She may not be the best at French, or even speak it fluently, but she did know a little more than a young child. With a smirk, she tilted her head as he kissed her cheek. Oh, how she had missed his charming ways. She would rather have some wine, but this would do in a pinch. “Too intimate? What is more intimate than being surrounded by the chaos we both thrive off of?” She asked with a smirk and took another sip of the bottle she now possessed. “As a welcome gift, we can say you owe me a bottle of wine another night, Nico.” Of course she would make a welcome gift be in her favor. Nysa may have been fully accepting of her lamia side, but she was not too skilled when it came to the fire manipulation her species could do. Parlor tricks were all she could do, but she did feel a little more alive with the fire around her. It wasn’t exactly the most dangerous in the area she was in and there was no need to flee like an idiot. He took the bottle from her and she frowned as her hand was now empty. “You still remember how to flatter me.” She giggled. “I would never steal from you! Besides, I like to think of it more as I am merely liberating these things from others. Though, I think I would like something more expensive than 3.9 to take home tonight.” He knew what she was the night he approached her in Paris at the suggestion of an acquaintance so he knew what he was walking into with her. “Nico, you don’t have to lie, I know it is just because you miss me so much.” It seemed they were in a similar boat, but she wouldn’t admit to that. “I was in need of a vacation, my dear.” 

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imani-kingston‌:

“Well I hope you find what you’re looking for.” This town wasn’t for everyone, but if that was the case, one would need to learn how to adapt and make it their own. “An outlier. Rebel. Nice, fuck conforming to society.” Exhaling a puff of smoke, Imani nodded and plugged Nicolas’ club. The asshole should be providing her with a commission at this point for boosting his establishment. “I usually DJ at CHURCH. Check it out when you have a chance. You’ll get your fair share of fun there.” The alpha maintained an amused gaze on the other woman as she could tell this conversation was taking a turn. “Oh yeah?” replied Imani as she discarded her cigarette. “That’s bold of you to state. You sure that no one has expressed any distaste?”

“I hope so too, I have heard I can be quite unpleasant to be around when bored.” She giggled. “Though, I would never admit to being unpleasant at all.” Nysa had too high of an opinion of herself. “I think we should have something to toast that to. Fuck conforming to society indeed.” Being a thief, a con-artist and a murderer did not conform her to any normal rules. Nysa should have been a little more plugged into clubs and anything with that kind of scene, but this was the first time she was hearing about this place. “I’m not familiar with CHURCH at all. Is it new?” Nysa was a little upset she hadn’t heard of it before, she was familiar with the town from her childhood. How quickly that flirtatious look returned to the lamia’s gaze and she smirked at the werewolf. “No, that’s impossible. I have great taste in everything, and I’ve been told by many people how great my taste is.” She teased.