#c:raiden

[heatherpayne]

Booze and Blades

@raiden-dryad​

Heather really shouldn’t have been surprised that security stopped her. One didn’t even need a metal detector to figure out that she was carrying two and a half feet of single-edged metal. But the witch still pouted as they tried to make her leave the Crossroads Club for the wicked katana sheathed at her hip. “Please, just go talk to the owner. He’s this tall--” she held her hand up above her head “--has a British accent and a cocky attitude. He’ll know who I am.” 

She delivered her speech as if she was someone important and the owner would be thrilled to see her. Honestly, Heather wasn’t too sure how Raiden would actually react to her showing up at his club, but their relationship had developed into something somewhat amicable. It had been a few weeks since their last encounter, and the witch was kinda missing their banter. But no one needed to know that and she wouldn’t say that is why she was here. And she also wouldn’t say she was here to see what ended up with his daylight walking situation. She was just taking him up on the offer of whiskey and canvasing his lair.

This was where they had first met--it had not been a fun time--but Heather had never actually made it in the door that time, being too busy running from the threatening vampire. Knowing that the Crossroads Club was owned by a vampire made it simultaneously seem way more dangerous and yet let dangerous since he had the power to stop bad things, if he so chose. Honestly, Raiden was still in many ways an enigma and she wasn’t sure how he would run this place.  Heather’s curiosity and sense of duty meant she was going to find out. 

With a grunt, one of the security guards left to find the club owner, leaving another to glare at Heather. She returned the glare and crossed her arms as she waited for Raiden to show up. She really hoped he didn’t kick her and her awesome sword out before she got to show it to him. It was quite fun to threaten the vampire, and she needed to keep him on his toes. Of course, even if she wasn’t allowed to bring the sword in, she did have a silver dagger and a couple of vanquishing potions on her person. 

Finally, she saw the familiar face approach. Straightening up and resolutely ignoring the guards now, she called out, “What kind of club doesn’t let people bring in dope ass sword’s? They must be ones that serve shit whiskey.” She smirked as she insulted his bar, issuing a challenge since he claimed to be all about that drink. 

[remy-authier]

Coincidentally, the faerie was already in a nice dress when he read the chat conversation about cross dressing and wearing pretty things. Not that Remy consistently a cross dresser, but he did enjoy wearing a dress and skirt every once in a while. Although, unexpectedly, his comment about dresses soon prompted a response from one of the masters. Raiden. He was still learning who everyone was but he’d seen him around before. And so, after tucking away the book he’d carelessly set aside to watch the chat, he stood and moved toward a mirror in the back. His long brown hair flowing in it’s natural wave, the shift dress a light blue paisley print, stopped just below his knees and the pair of maroon Doc Martin boots that were neatly tied and wonderfully worn in to pull the look together. Making sure he looked as presentable as possible, he moved out of the library and toward the residence side of the castle. He hoped he was at the right door, he thought to himself as he knocked on the door.

@raidenproulx

[claudia-rinaldi]

@raiden-dryad

Technically, she wasn’t on patrol anymore, but she always tended to hang around for a little longer than necessary or fly over somewhere else before returning back to her human body. After all, she should get some kind of rest for both her corporeal and astral self before the day ahead. After the Call on Friday the 13th, Claudia spent all of her nights with the clan. There was a mutual feeling among them that something felt off since that strange cloud passed over the town, and they were on high alert. Despite being in a sleeping state for at least eight hours a night, she was getting very little genuine sleep. As much as she was inclined to complain as she inevitably had to increase her morning coffee intake, she always stopped herself with the reminder that she had a duty. It was an honor and a privilege to protect a site as powerful as the hidden waterfall.

There was something Claudia had been meaning to get to, but she couldn’t break from directives of the clan leader to do some of her own investigating. Many things from Friday the 13th left her unsettled and confused, but one encounter in particular made her incredibly uneasy every time she thought back on it. More time passed than she would’ve liked before she could go on her own to retrace her steps through Pine Creek Condos to the very place where she’d seen the strip club owner covered in...blood, she’d assumed, but hindsight was making her question if it could’ve been anything else. Could it actually have been his from a wound hidden beneath his clothes? Or was it definitely someone in danger, that she’d failed to find by not entering the condo? She truly hoped the truth was closer to the latter if only to selfishly soothe her own conscience.

By the time Claudia was close to the condos, the sky was just beginning to lighten and she knew the sun would likely be rising within an hour. Her human body would be well rested, but mentally she was going to be exhausted. Maybe she should call in for a sick day...

Despite the similarity in all the units, Claudia remembered exactly which one belonged to the man and adjusted her path to swoop down as quickly as possible. She circled twice over the house as she tried to find a room where there was light showing through the window. Finally, she settled on a tree branch that allowed her to peer directly into a room with the light on. It looked like it might be the kitchen, but she frankly didn’t care. She ruffled her weathers once before pulling her wings in and waiting to see what might happen inside.

[sabine-avitus]

Homecoming || Sabina & Raiden

She had only been gone for two years, well, not necessarily gone since one couldn’t simply leave the island, but out of touch completely, yes. But here she was, strolling into her sire’s house like she owned the place. “Well, did you start any mass murders without me this time?”