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Strange Staff ([personal profile] st_aff) wrote in [community profile] strangetrip2017-02-13 10:19 pm

[GP] Shoot that poison arrow

None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.
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Re: Rebekah

[personal profile] captaincorsair 2017-03-05 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Something in Yasmeen's chest snapped and she loosed a snarl as she unsheathed and fanned her claws. "Back. Off," she growled as Rebekah took the first step. And when she took the second step, Yasmeen lashed out with one hand, clawing at her chest.

In the back of her mind, she knew Rebekah could heal, but even so, she didn't want to kill her. She just wanted her to stop.