towerofanimus | 009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

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009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

Characters: Anyone and everyone!
Setting: Floor Four, September 25th.
Format: Go wild with whatever!
Summary: EVERYBOOOOOOOOOOOOODY, YEAH, ROCK YOUR REAL BODIES OUT~
Warnings: Do we need warnings for partying? ...Naaaaaaaaaaaah.

So that last week had been hell, and they really should have seen it coming, but it's as they all say...

It was just another Tuesday in Tower What The Helsinki is Going On Here.

Unlike the private party, there are definitely plenty of decorations courtesy of the Amagi Inn heiress, and plenty of food thanks to those who offered to hunt for the event and the ones who could prepare what was caught and gathered. Really, everything's set. Even some alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were clearly labeled (so please, don't spike the normal punch. There are kids here!).

So why was this all set up? Why, because they had succeeded in ~~pissing in Jason's cornflakes and got him maaaaad~~ figuring out the cure for the madness of the previous week with the clues that had been given. But wait, was there a birthday or two this month that had otherwise gone unnoticed? Well, why not celebrate them while celebrating their hard-earned victory? There's cards on a table for people to write down the lucky people who survived another year of this craziness, just waiting for well wishes (or not so, depending on if you like them or not).

Enjoy the night!

Feel free to tag into this however you please, whether it's something already on here, or you want to do something else. It's your party, guys... let loose and have fun with it!
As this goes on, we'll add them to the list. Enjoy the spoils of victory, people of the Animoo!
Mingle!
Birthday Silliness!
Games!

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Hmm... and how would you wish to test that? [Her hand reached out to stroke Saber's]

[Saber looks at that hand a moment before turning hers to capture it. Leaning down, she brought Catarina's hand up to brush her lips across the woman's knuckles, some blonde hair tickling her wrist in the process.]

The evening is young. I would like the lady to tell me about her world.

[Oh, that was nice. Saber was certainly gallant. She liked those types]

My world... was interesting. There was magic, demons, and angels. As well as gods, divine and otherwise. Humans believing what they do to angels is what they were made for, and demons wishing to destroy them. And demons just wishing to live and eat... [Here, Catarina lifted Saber's hand to her own lips, turning it to place a kiss on her palm] and enjoy their lives.

[Automatically, Saber's fingers curled in to briefly caress Catarina's cheek as the woman kissed her palm.]

Demons wishing to destroy the angels... or the humans?

[She hummed under her breath slightly at that touch] Does it matter? One is an enemy, and one is food, hm?

One must always respect the prey, m'lady. For without it, there is no sustenance.

[Saber inclined her head a bit.] And I am of human birth.

I respect my prey. After all, they're quite amusing when they think they're in charge.

Oh? And what would you call yourself now, Saber?

Then perhaps it would be better to not treat them as simple food. Especially when you are speaking to one you are hunting.

[Saber knows this game. She has been victim to it before, in those old days of being alive, so this time she knew what signs to look for. She just... wasn't as against it as she had in those old days when she tried to be righteous and good.]

I am a legendary spirit given form, dear lady.

[Catarina tilted her head back, laughing deeply] Ah, so you have figured it out. But how far, Saber? What do you think I want from you?

[She tilted her head, thinking] Would that translate to hero? I believe I might have met a few like you.

I have known for a while, m'lady, but the game is fun to play from time to time.

You are not an unintelligent woman, cunning as you are, I am sure you know I will not allow you to sink your teeth into me easily. I confess, I am unsure exactly what aspect of me you are looking to prey upon, but I am the greatest of my kind. Demon or not, you stand no chance against me in a direct conflict should I choose to stop you.

But, yes, I am also known as a hero. [Saber's hand moves into Catarina's hair, stroking it, but it also makes it very easy for her to grip it if needed.] But I have not been heroic for a while.

Then allow me to be plain. I wish to have you naked before me, to trace that hint of a mark I see under your suit from start to finish with my tongue. I wish to press my lips against every bit of you and feel it heat under me. I desire to taste both your energy and your skin, bring you to every peak you know. And I wish to leave you a satisfied legendary spirit, tired and slightly drained, but oh so happy.

[Her hand stills for a moment at the sheer bluntness of Catarina's words. But then it is moving again, tangling the dark strands about her fingers.]

You are a succubus. I have never met one before you, though my half-sister acted much like one.

[She makes her decision easily.]

You will not get what you wish tonight, Lady. I am a king, and a king does not take to bed with any woman mere hours after meeting her. Unlike many others that have worn the crown, I am not swayed by the raw beauty and appeal of such an exquisite creature as you.

That is not to say your efforts have been in vain. The interest is there, but call me old-fashioned if you must. [Catarina will have to work for what she wants.]

Hm. I do enjoy a challenge. That is what makes humans fun, how they challenge their hunters. [She leaned in to give Saber a kiss, a hint as to what was to come] Do remember me on cold lonely nights, dear king.

I am a prize greater than anything you have ever had before.

[Saber's low words are not arrogance, but fact. She has the energy and soul of a great red dragon. Catarina need be careful to not get burned on the sheer amount of energy surrounding Saber as the Servant allows the kiss. She keeps hers chaste enough, though not nearly as chaste as she knows she should.]

I will remember you on warm nights as well. I suspect you will be a hard woman to forget.

[So much energy. She could be overwhelmed by such energy. Catarina moaned slightly as she drew back, her eyes lidded] You will be a hard spirit to forget as well. A hard... [She considered her words, thinking] woman to forget, hm? Not that I would wish to, after that challenge.

[Saber's hand leaves Catarina's hair to trace down her jaw only to tilt her head up a bit once she reached her chin. She held the demon's eyes with her own.]

Female I may be, but I am no woman. I am a king, a knight. I do not like to be called something I am not.

Of course. [Her voice was a purr, inviting] I did feel a warrior's spirit against my lips. So you prefer to be seen as that, rather than male or female.

That is correct. [Withdrawing her touch, she does offer her hand though.] Join me.

In my land, women could not be kings, and I was destined to be a great king. I had always accepted my future as a king, so I never became a woman.

Though you will find me wearing a dress more often than not, I am still no woman.

I rather like warriors. They have spirit. Strength. And they can keep up with me without much help, exhausted only when they are satisfied. A method of dress doesn't change that.

[Should Catarina let her, Saber will gently pull her to the knight's chair.]

You hold wisdom then. Humans rely on their eyes too much and draw conclusions from sight alone more often than not.

[Oh, she lets her. She's very intrigued by this human]

That they do. And what about yourself, Saber? What do you see with? Your sight... or your senses?

[Gently pulling Catarina down so she's sitting a bit sideways on her lap, Saber rests her hand lightly on the small of the woman's back.]

I see with all. Sight is but one of my senses and I possess more than five being who I am. Do you possess a metaphysical sense as well? It is easy to assume you were drawn to me by mana than my charm.

I feel drawn similar spirits to my own. [She leaned in, placing a kiss along Saber's jaw] Chaotic spirited beings, who would rather work by their own rules than outdated ones forced upon them.

I am not one of chaos and old codes, no matter their foolishness, are not easy to forget. [Her fingertips rubbed a small little circle on Catarina's back as she spoke.] But there are many ways to apply obsolete ideals.

And what is one such way you wish to apply these ideals? [Her lips moved downward to her neck, lips light against her skin]

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