#adrasian

[familiar-finn]

One moment Finn was surrounded by Barbie pink and the next... he wasn't. In fact, this place was entirely too bright and elegant to be Gareth's suite at all. And this definitely wasn't his body, he realized next as he stared down at the hands not as manicured or adorned with sparkly pink nail polish. Actually, he knew these hands. How could he not with how many times they'd held his own body together in the middle of a battle while fixing him up from grievous wounds before the rambunctious familiar flew right back into the fray. One look in the mirror confirmed, Finn taking a moment to process viewing Adrasia's face staring back at him in the reflection. He'd been hit with this spell before in prior years but never once with a celestial. He didn't feel that well of power from the rage that still existed even in this heavenly form. He'd come back to that thought and any possible repercussions on a demon residing in a celestial and vice versa, but first he chose to focus on the fact he was generally just inside of Adrasia's body.

Which meant...

Oh no.

He hurried out of Roland's suite in trajectory for Gareth's, banging on the door urgently. Last he knew Gareth and Bradley were both out dealing with Spring Mischief magic so hopefully –– hopefully –– that hadn't changed, especially with the former more than the latter. And thankfully it was Adrasia who answered in his own body, Finn's features on his friend's face scrunching as he scrutinized his appearance. Oh. So that's what he looked like from other points of view. His lips pressed into a slight frown for a moment and then he met his friend's gaze, his own somewhat apologetic.

"Sorry, this is rather awkward, like?" he said, scratching at the side of his neck. "How're you, erm... doin', I guess?"

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[mannythejaguar]

Manny immediately clocked Adrasia in the light pink suit, that mask hardly doing anything to hide the celestial's identity. He polished off the last of his beer and set the empty glass down on the table for a server to take. He carefully worked his way through the crowd until he caught up with the claimed slave, Manny swiftly seeing Roland's influence in the regal-looking outfit for tonight that fit Adrasia perfectly.

"Wow," he breathed out, his mouth curving into a smile while green eyes did a quick, respectful once over up close and then back to meeting Adrasia's masked gaze. "I'm sure this isn't the first time you'd hear how incredible you look tonight. The color suits you." He cleared his throat briefly. "How's your dance card looking tonight?"

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[nottheangel-raphael]

Since Raphael and Lucien had agreed to meet up later once both done occupying their slaves for the evening, that left the ghoul with plenty of time to spare in making his rounds, both inside and out of his club Euphoria where he planned to spend most of his evening as the owner.

It wasn't hard to notice the celestial slave he'd had so much fun with last time, Adrasia dressed in a cloth that hid very little of his divine body and the slave seemed to be struggling with keeping up. He was about to have some new struggles as Raphael popped open a portal to collect the wings he'd plucked off the younger's back not too long ago and had them made into a costume piece. For now he removed his polo shirt and letterman jacket as he donned the white wings as if they were his own and moved towards his prey with a charming smile plastered on his features.

"Aren't you looking just absolutely heavenly this evening," the ghoul all but purred, immediately right in Adrasia's space. His dark eyes flickered deliberately over every inch of the exposed skin, lingering on what wasn't shown, and back up again. "You almost remind me of Dionysus. Is it ironic, angel, that you're dressed as a god?"

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[drluciengaudet]

Raph and Lucien shared similar tastes when it came to many things, but there were those few they differed on. Who they spent time with when apart couldn't be more profoundly different. Though he was very aware of who it was that was on his sire's calendar and that took his time and attention no matter how trivial. There was good reason his sin was envy.

He'd been dancing with his sire, which was rare for him to do in any setting, but it was a holiday, one Raphael enjoyed when he broke off to get a drink. It was there he saw a slave, one he'd not met face to face. Lucien wasn't one to ever go to the undercroft save for the rarest of occasions never caring for the filth of it and thinking he was far above it and those that resided there.

The costume he didn't recognize, really it could be anything with how generic it was. There was a disinterest in his gaze as it roamed over the collared creature. "What is it you're meant to be, a decoration?" He posed leaning on the bar not having to give his order because the bartender knew it. He was Lucien Gaudet after all.

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[familiar-finn]

Finn probably should've canceled his plans with Adrasia this evening. In fact, he considered it the moment he saw what Gareth picked out for him to wear –– more pink lingerie as part of his punishment. Didn't feel very fair to Finn that he was getting punished for something he didn't even remember doing, but what could he do? And yet as much as he thought about calling or texting Adrasia for a raincheck, who knew how long this might go on for and Finn had no intention of hiding out until Gareth got bored of these outfits again. There were a lot worse states Adrasia could see him in than decked out in sheer pink from head to feet. He'd already seen the start of this shit on Halloween and Christmas anyway. This time, he at least had the decency to give his friend a little notice that he was in some slight trouble with Gareth so it wouldn't be a completely shocking sight... maybe.

He'd already started prepping and cooking the other's requested meal, a couple pots and pans on the stove in the kitchen. It'd been a minute since he went Mexican, though he had no complaints on spicy food. Hearing Adrasia at the door, Finn folded and tightly tied his robe closed around himself as he walked through the house to answer it, ensuring he was as covered as he could be by the time he opened the door. "I'd say 'don't start' but I think it's a little too bright and impossible to ignore, isn't it?" he sighed. He backed away from the door so that the other slave could get out of the cold and into the warmed house. "Look, this probably isn't the worst situation you've seen me in." Best to get it out of the way and then move off it for the rest of the night.

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[mannythejaguar]

"Adrasia, hey!" Manny called out, waving down the celestial slave he spotted. With Adrasia being claimed now and possessing a cell phone, it made it easier to make more definitive plans to meet up in town during the Christmas party. "You look good." Like, really good, actually from what he could see of the other's outfit underneath the outer layers. It wasn't what he expected Adrasia might wear yet the greens and golds suited him. "How're you enjoying your evening so far?"

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[mannythejaguar]

Fortunately, it seemed Halloween this year passed by without much chaos, which was just how Manny liked it. Well, aside from the slaves that got themselves arrested for being drunk and disorderly in town, but that seemed unavoidable in any party that supplied alcohol and apparently more substances than that. Considering Manny found himself pretty sober by the end of the night he volunteered to check on the slaves that returned to the Undercroft late in the night... or early in the morning at this point. Either way, it was still dark and ever since becoming half daeva he thrived in these hours before the sun rose.

He hadn't seen Adrasia in his headcount of all the slaves turning in. Something gnawed at his gut at that, something in the back of his mind tried to worry until he remembered perhaps he'd been rented by someone for the evening. He quickly checked the rental logs and breathed a sigh of relief seeing him under the Belgian councilman's name. Was it ridiculous for him to even be concerned when he bet Adrasia could easily handle himself? Maybe, maybe not. Krovs Castle really was the worst of the worst here and all the slaves were kept powerless so they couldn't fight back. Or they at least had less of a chance of winning any fight any slave was stupid enough to try. Adrasia seemed wise enough to pick his battles, Manny hoped.

He'd settled in at the guard checkpoint since the few rented slaves would be returning this evening. Adrasia one of them, the shifter's head raising mid-yawn when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hey," he greeted Adrasia with a tired smile. It'd been a long night and even it showed on the slave, Manny's smile fading somewhat while his brows furrowed slightly. "Everything okay?"

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[mannythejaguar]

Manny snatched a glass of champagne off a passing tray as he traversed outside from the ballroom to get a little fresh air. The glare of the afternoon sun made him squint though fortunately he came prepared with sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes. He wasn't sure if that was just him or part of being a daeva since those demons thrived in the night and darkness. Good thing he'd always been a night owl he supposed.

Regardless, he was at the point of wandering through the party in search of anyone he knew. His shielded gaze landed on a familiar figure dressed in white and gold barely hidden away from everyone else underneath the shade of the large trees in the grove.

"Adrasia," he greeted the celestial slave as he approached withe a smile, already feeling some relief from the sun within shadows. His gaze briefly drifted over the other's ensemble and then back up. Manny's joyful expression faded a little noting the lack of it in Adrasia's features. "Everything all right? You seem a bit... off."

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