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[witchysethharper]

"Ooh, doctor, don't you just look pretty in pink," Seth practically purred, sliding right up to his favorite kresnik to bother at the bar. It'd been a while since he'd gotten on Florian's nerves and what better way to spend some time at the ball tonight than to bring that activity back. It must've been the whole opposing vice and virtue thing that made it so appealing for Seth. He was dressed in a nice, sparkly red number he'd done and picked out himself. He leaned against the bar, still in the older man's space yet being particularly cautious about any skin on skin contact. Fortunately that didn't seem like it'd be an issue with Florian's suit. "Don't deny it, sweetheart, we both know you missed me, didn't you?"

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[mannythejaguar]

"Excuse me, pardon me, sorry––" Seemed about right that the two most popular nightlife options would be packed tonight. Apparently New Year's Eve was a hopping event, even in Oymyakon Russia where a council of vampires hosted a luxury resort full of supernatural and natural sex slaves. It still wasn't as chaotic as Times Square on this night but it was still pretty busy. Manny thought Cannbites would be the safer option this evening and he might've been right. As he waded through the crowd to the bar he only wondered what this shit show might look like in Raphael De Luca's newest pet project a few blocks down. He finally made it to the counter and let out a relieved exhale that he survived the trip but the berserker was determined to have another drink in his hand before midnight in... about 13 minutes. He waved down the bartender who acknowledged him and then turned to the guy beside him –– Florian the doctor from the castle he recognized. "Damn, I didn't realize even the people in Krovs wanted to come out and have such a good time on New Year's Eve," he said. "I don't remember ever seeing so many people out here in one night, do you?"

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[familiar-finn]

Finn knew his next fight wouldn't be as easy as his last two. The competition was narrowing down to the toughest competitors and he had a solid idea of what his opponent this round was capable of. Head doctor Florian Hargreaves was a kresnik who'd lived nearly twice as long as Finn had. Celestial hybrid versus demon, holy fire versus hell fire, good versus evil. Florian's witch half –– one that Finn was very familiar with after serving Faust and his coven for nearly 600 years –– held the advantage with more versatile spell-casting while Finn soaked in as much violence and bloodshed to further empower himself through his wrathful sin.

It could go either way, in his opinion. It all depended on how they both played to their strengths.

He met the young-looking doctor across the field from him as the barrier sealed them in. "Don't make it easy for me on my behalf," the familiar called out to Florian. The bell went off right after the announcer said his piece and Finn didn't waste a moment. He bolted from his spot faster than a bullet, charging at the kresnik and slamming his fist into the man's chest with a force strong enough to send him flying backwards.

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[officermorozov]

Ransom was sure the collar was just an insult at this point and there was no intention of taking it off. Of course he'd assumed since it negated all his powers, it would negate the effects of heat as well. It didn't. He realized that way too late and the full effects of it were overpowering him, again. He didn't have the staff to not work and he didn't have Kaden to keep him in check. From the last few times he'd gone through it and worked he knew he couldn't work through it and not with a collar on.

Pride wasn't his sin, but it was hard for him to swallow from time to time. His last meeting with Florian hadn't been his proudest and his current state wasn't setting him up for a better interaction. Still there wasn't much of a choice. He needed suppressants, well past keeping ahead of the symptoms. Heading into the castle's doctors office he wasn't sure if he was happy or concerned there wasn't anyone in it.

He closed the door behind him sharply making sure Florian knew someone was there. The dynamic was very different this time around when the doctor came into the room to greet him. Violence and anger wasn't what took Ransom, but there was a lack of control. The thoughts in the black dragons mind this time around were vivid as the imagery in his head. He wasn't a sexless creature despite how he carried himself. Quite the opposite.

"I need..." He started and stopped. The smell of the kresnik was enough to drive him mad. To make him want to clear the desk, throw the other on it, and bury himself inside of him. To imagine what he'd sound like crying Ransom's name over and over as he clung to him. It was enough to give him pause, make him catch his thoughts and try and pull them back. To focus on anything else, anything.

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[officermorozov]

Florian had a go at Ransom when he was in the undercroft. Sure had a lot to say about who he was and what he did. It had pissed the black dragon off. A lot of things had been and Ransom wasn't all about making friends as of late. In fact he'd been doing quite the opposite with nearly everyone he came across. Now that he was out of the undercroft things weren't any better, forced into Raphael's service, which forced him to participate in Halloween for the first time since being at Krovs. Needless to say he wasn't thrilled to be in costume.

He was currently enjoying a reprieve from the ghoul since France's Councilman arrived. Ransom hated the moroi nearly as much as the ghoul. He'd killed the little shit once and somehow he kept coming back. Maybe that was more of his beef with the other. He was a doctor like someone else who he despised or at least had the same title. Regardless the black dragon got up from where he'd been lounging and moved to where he saw the doctor in his white coat. Seemed to put zero effort into his costume. Too busy or some bullshit he was sure.

Ransom, being true to his character, said nothing as he easily crept up on the smaller form ambushing him and shoving him against the closest wall pinning him there. If Florian was a kresnik then he'd damn well know exactly what Ransom was thinking in that moment and just how badly the black dragon wanted the collar off so he could rip the doctor apart for prying into his business like he had any right to.

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[kresnikxkaden]

Even though Kaden was on duty working this event he still slipped in a few casual bets on the rounds so far. This round he'd bet on Hwan over the other kresnik he fought, knowing more about the wendigo guard than he did Florian. Clearly he should have done more research on Hwan's opponent when he ultimately lost his money on that one. The fight ended and both participants exited the ring, Florian passing him as he did. "That was an impressive fight," he commented. "You need a hand with healin' up or you alright?"

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