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[vox mortem]

Mira d'Agostino || Female || 356 || Werewolf Ambassador || Tags: Sirus, Damien, Tate, Victoria, Incarnadine
Mira watched the other ambassadors with an neutral expression, as though she didn't understand a word of what they were conversing about. So the meeting was supposed to be an introduction; that did make more sense, and besides, they had to get to know each other eventually. Sniffing the air, her eyes flickered back to the stairway, the scent of the angel mingling in with the others rather abruptly. About to rise up from where she had been sitting to go see the angel (which was perhaps just an excuse for her to go annoy someone), the tundra werewolf caught the glances between Sirus and Damien for a brief moment, then continued to stalk forward the stairway.

[nyctomancy]

damien finch | vampire ambassador | tags: others

feeling the eyes of another on him, the vampire's cool gaze surveys the room. he takes notice of sirius just then, and returned the man's piercing glare, unruffled. the phoenix, the vampire mentally categorizes, if the other's scent is anything to go off by. still riding the high from his feeding earlier, damien has the audacity to toss a saucy wink in the direction of the phoenix, a smirk set upon his full lips. "my, you look as if you're about to implode, love. what ever could be the matter?" the brunet hummed softly, his dark orbs alight with intensity. he could sense the tension in the air - the majority of it being radiated from the firebird. and yet, try as damien might, the vampire couldn't recall doing something to piss the fire-wielding ambassador off directly. thus, he discerned he must of done something indirectly. this was his first time meeting the other man, face-to-face, after all. idly, damien couldn't help but scan through the conversation of the last minute, wondering what within his words had set the man off so.

*initiates kinda flirting mode*

[Fading Dreams]

♔ Victoria Chesterton ♔ Looks 18 ♔ Banshee ♔ Tags;; [everyone] ♔ location;; at the hotel ♔ mood;; sleepy ♔
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Victoria looked up at the three who seemed to be in an argument. "Now now, I prefer if we don't start yelling at each other or else I might have to shriek again. Which I gladly would not like to do." The banshee muttered annoyed as she watched everyone with her jet black eyes. Am I helping out or just feeding the flames...? She thought in her head questioningly. What a wonderful way to start off the morning wasn't it? She could see this ending badly, and she wasn't trying to be a part of it but it seemed like she would just have to be involved. Honestly though she was drained of energy at the moment and even if she made a threat to shriek, it seemed that she may not be able to; But who knows. Maybe she could hurt everyone's ears again.

[What the Neff]

SIRUS

With a sign and a deep breath, Sirus softened his expression and cooled himself off. "Forget about it.." He muttered to the pale figured of a man. His eyes were still read with irritation but confusion set in as well. Was he trying to flirt or was he just being and arse? .. Sirus thought to himself. Either way, it made no difference at the moment. The firebird just wanted to go through this meeting so that he could have the rest of the day to, well, do whatever the hell he wanted.
"Here.. however about I just start since this is getting nowhere.. I am O'Sirus, only my friends can call me Sirus. I am a Phoenix and have been chosen to represent my breed as such." His words were lifeless and without emotion.

[vox mortem]

Mira d'Agostino || Female || 356 || Werewolf Ambassador || Tags: Sirus, Damien, Tate, Victoria, Incarnadine
Mira suppressed a huff of annoyance at the demon and phoenix's conversation; it took a lot of her self control not to, then began to walk up the stairs, claws clicking against them. The werewolf bounded up until she saw the angel beginning to come down, and gave out a relatively loud bark to her, features alight in amusement. Her ears perked playfully, and she slipped back into the shadows to the main floor with a single fluid motion.
((In a rush sorry))

[Rudigoat]

Incarnadine-Angel-Location: back in the freaking lounge!

She was bummed out. There was no breakfast buffet. Not that she needed to eat, but she liked to nibble. And now all the other guests were beginning to get testy. This is what happens when everyone is woken early and there is no free breakfast. She stretched out over an entire couch, listening to the others bicker.

She raised her voice above the others trying to get them to focus on the subject at hand. "Can we please get this over with? What did you call us here for, fallen one?"

[What the Neff]

SIRUS

Sirus scoffed and tucked back hair. Silently he noticed Mira slipping away and although he knew nothing of the emotional expression of wolves. He could simply tell something was awry. He kicked at the rubble on the floor and lifted his head, flipping his hair to the side again as it was starting to look scraggly and rough.
"I'm getting me a drink..." Sirus pushed his back away from the wall and fled to the lounge area where the old bar was located. His two hands braced the counter as he dipped his over the back side of the bar, looking for a beer or bottle of some sort. Once he located a small square bottle, he clenched it in his fist and leaned up. To his left, he noticed a steel reinforced door. With a bit of curiosity he made his way for it, pushing it open abruptly. It led outside, into an ally way that was surrounded by buildings on all sides. He walked outside and stood in the shade of a fire escape. The sun was high in the center of the sky and was beating down against the pavement.
He took a deep breathe and reached into his back pocket, pulling a cigarette from it. Now normally Sirus did not smoke, but he always kept them with him. It was like a very unusual security blanket. One that he used from time to time when he was stuck delegating. Something he truly hated to due but felt more than obligated to his people.
He slipped the cig in his mouth and snapped his thumb and middle finger together, creating small flame between them. This he used to light the end. With another deep inhale he looked up at the sky and wondered what was left to come from this, would they ever build alliance. Then for a split moment, he thought about what would happen with Mira or even what HAD happened. He still wasn't fully sure.
After a few final puffs he flipped the butt away and opened the door to reenter the hotel bar. By this time, he noticed that the Angel had made it down stairs to join them. "Good to see you found your way.." He was genuinely honest this time. The tobacco had a tendency to calm him, to level him out and make him a bit more non-confrontational. Something sort of usual in nature for him.

[01sparklz10]

tate quill | demon | hotel | tags; everyone downstairs

tate nodded, his eyebrows knitting together, "man i must have had fun last night." the demon flashed a mischievous grin at the vampire before going silent as damien moved his attention to the phoenix. he held in a bubble of laughter at the fire bird's reaction. and when tate noticed that he had involuntarily called him a fire bird he decided subconsciously that he was going to calm the phoenix that from now on. when sirus introduced himself he nodded and then continued to himself, "i'm tate. you can make up any nickname you see fit seeing that i really could care less." his tone was monotonous and you could tell that he was enjoying this just as much as everyone else was. he wasnt. "i am representing the demon species, as i'm sure you could tell." he gestured to his antlers and flicked his eyes to black for a moment before sitting back down on the couch and sipping his coffee. waiting for someone else to stand up.

[L.I.N.G.E.R]

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Name: Bryce Hartfield
Nickname: Blue
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Warlock

Crush: None
Partner: None
Children: None

Location: The Hotel
Tags: Everyone
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Take my hand tonight
One last time

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The previous had been long and rather uneventful in Bryce's opinion. He had imagined the meeting of the species would have been more exciting, though at least some form on entertainment had been struck with the shrieking of the banshee. Today was a new day however, and that meant Bryce had plenty of opportunities to cause his own excitement by stirring up trouble here and there. At least, that would be the case if the heavy blanket of sleep that now drowned him in his dreams would ever lift. He was very inclined to remain in bead despite the pounding footsteps of the demon that he heard breaking down the barrier of his entranced mind. Slowly his eyes peeled open ad he blinked away the sleep with a luxurious stretch and moan that came from deep inside his chest. He flipped onto his stomach and tried to drown out the sound by covering his head with his pillow simply because he wanted it to stop before he got out of bed.

He cursed softly under the pillow as the noise making continued for awhile longer, just to ensure that everyone was awoken. When the demon finally ceased in his effort Bryce sat up letting the pillow fall to the bed and he got out of bed changing from his pajamas into real clothes which included blue jeans, a white t-shirt with intricate black celtic designs and a grey sweatshirt that he left unzipped. His stroked his hands through his hair giving it a messy styled look and then shoved his fists into his pockets and strolled out of his room looking as if he had been awake for many hours. When he took a few steps towards the stairs he could already hear voices, when he got halfway down the stairs he started to be able to make out what they were actually saying, and when his feet hit the floor he took in the faces around him to see who was already awake. A smile formed on his lips, a simple morning greeting though he didn't say anything. There was a lot he could say, but something important was probably happening so he figured it might be best for him to just stay silent for a change.

He took up a position next to the banshee and turned to look at her giving her his brightest smile, his dark blue eyes seeming to spark when he smiled at her. Then he let the smile fall from his lips, as he folded his arms across his chest and surveyed the room to make sure everything was secure. He supposed he should have done this last night, but his thoughts had been elsewhere, he wanted to make sure this place was safe for everyone though. He wove magic through the air, his eyes glowing with a pale silver color as he wove warding spells over the doors and windows that he could see just to make sure no unwanted visitors would arrive. The wards wouldn't last for more than a day at this point, but hopefully that would be enough for now. When his spell weaving was complete his eyes fell back to normal and he nodded in satisfaction with his work, relaxing a little now that he felt a bit safer in this place.

[Rudigoat]

Incarnadine-Angel-Location:Sumado

Incarnadine shook her head. Of course she could totally see what the demon meant and draw conclusions from what he was indicating because her eye sight was a perfect 20-20. How lucky she was to be in such considerate company. She knew who he was. He smelled like brimstone and Axe body spray. Delightful. She hoped that one of the other guests may include none visual cues as part of their introduction. She rolled her milky eyes, settling in for what was sure to be a grand morning.