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Tom Marvolo Riddle · Jul 30, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

Basil took the card, allowing their fingers to brush and then laughing melodically. He equally enjoyed this situation and was amused by it all. "You're good at what you do, Gabriel," He said softly, more to himself than anything. Clearly, his new friend didn't have any lack of confidence. Compliments were unnecessary, but not undeserved.

He turned the card over in his hand, catching the vague idea of it and feeling the texture. He wondered, briefly, if the perfume would linger on his skin now- and discovered he was somewhat fond of the thought. He tucked the... business card, of sorts, into a slim pants pocket. He would've put it into a sleeve for slightly more subtle access, if they weren't rolled up.

"Hmm. It's very informative to even be around you for a small while. I like that. And who knows? Apparently, quite a few laws of this reality already don't apply to me. What's a few more on top of that?" Child's play, that's what it was. Basil's smile was gentle. His eyes burned.

Poppy · Aug 5, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

That was an interesting tidbit to know.

Mikhainon wondered...

There was a book in his room kept under lock and key that held inscriptions of a language even Mikhainon himself was unfamiliar with. Mikhainon might exist as a creature similar to one of the Old Gods, but he was far from being one of them, and he would have to pull off an exhausting magic-consuming ritual in order to simply decipher it, so the knowledge held within was currently left untouched.

This man did smell like one of them, like Dagon, Yog-Sothoth and even Shoggoths. He didn't like the term 'Eldritch Abomination', but it was a decent catchall term for creatures like him. Even as an all-powerful Duke of Hell, Mikhainon didn't know how to categorize these creatures, let alone interact with them in a way that would be advantageous to him. They were beyond his comprehension.

Perhaps Basil would be the key to all of his questions regarding this matter. Both of them were looking for the same answer. One had resources, and another possessed the components that made them, them.

He mentally considered the possible repercussions of having an Eldritch Abomination pilfer through his hoard. There were too many unknown variables for Mikhainon to properly calculate the safest path to power. Showing Basil his stuff would be a gamble.

Luckily, Mikhainon happened to be a gambling man.

You don't rise to power by playing it safe.

Mikhainon pulled him closer and let his lips graze on Basil's ear, chuckling softly. "Let's head back to my room," he said, loud enough so it wouldn't drown out with the club's loud bass, soft enough so nobody would hear. He pulled away and winked at Basil before turning around and navigating through the crowd towards his room. He climbed the stairs to the second floor — Gomorrah's Strip Club — and took a second to check if Basil was following, and to linger for a bit to watch the giant amphibian stripper slipping down the pole. The guards parted after seeing Mikhainon and his 'friend', giving access to the VIP room.

Mikhainon slipped the key in to reveal a penthouse suite. There was one room, a large bathroom and a living room/kitchen. He opened the door for Basil to come in and took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. "Please, Basil, come in. Make yourself comfortable."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Oct 1, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

Basil couldn't help but think there was more to this little invitation. Gabriel had seemed just about ready to wrap their little meeting up, but then, something changed and now the man was taking him back to his room.

Something twitched in Basil's smile, in reaction to this line of thought. Turned it from the usual to something private.

This was hopeful feeling. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, and yet... he couldn't deny how it felt. And what Basil could taste in the air, that couldn't be imagined just from self-inserted feelings. A promise of a good meal was unmistakable.

He didn't think he was going to be leaving this man alone, now, not with that sort of promise.

Basil put his hands, eyes squirming about with the interest again, into his pockets and followed along. He slipped, dark and fluid, between bodies and energy that didn't matter as much to him now. Watched Gabriel Baltimore with new, slightly changed interest. Thought about how he was probably in charge of this, and Basil had walked in without even concerning himself with knowing that much. Smiled even more.

Basil didn't really believe in things like fate, at least, not applying to himself. It was simply natural, for him to cross paths with people like this, wasn't it?

Basil waved to the guards.

And this man's place, oh, was it ever a nice place. Just with the quick glance over he was giving, he'd remember all of it. He trailed around a little, looked appropriately appreciative, hummed a compliment or two. Ultimately, he was quickly and easily back to his host. Pleasantly expectant. What first? He wondered, implied.

Poppy · Oct 6, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

Mikhainon made a beeline to the bar and poured two glasses of brandy from his decanter. When Basil returned to him, he cupped his cute Eldritch's chin and placed a small peck on his lips before handing him the other glass. He then circled the man with nary an explanation and began to inspect his bookshelf.

His fingers hovered to the non-book items on the third shelf — knickknacks from his vacations, a framed painting of a painter, a tasteful black raven statue. Mikhainon pulled the mid-section of the raven statue down.

Immediately, the room was filled with strong, malicious magicks. A giant painting in front of the bookshelf became a portal to another place, a dark stairwell, releasing small fumes of sulfur that crept like a fog around the room. Lined next to the stairwell were antiquated books, boxes, and jars of every kind holding various items. Mikhainon pulled out a dark grimoire with a portrait of The Elder God embossed in the front. It exuded, vaguely, the same kind of aura Basil did. No doubt his visitor followed him, so he looked up to him and waved the tome in front of his face. "This is a battered version of the Necronomicon. Unfortunately, entire sections and chapters were torn out, so only twenty or so disjointed pages were written down. Despite my nigh infinite well of knowledge, the secrets of the elder gods continue to allude me. I can't decipher it."

Mikhainon gave him a winning smile and offered the book to Basil. "But perhaps you can."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Oct 6, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

Basil liked this playfulness, perking up at this kiss and sipping easily at his second drink. His iridescent eyes followed the other being's movements.

And then… a secret passageway? This was something out of fiction, and just like all the other new, strange things becoming real, Basil adored it. A staircase that was dripping with magic, which you accessed by pulling a hidden lever and going through a painting- there weren't many things Basil could think of that were more utterly charming.

He followed, of course, how could anyone resist? He peered at everything as much as possible, gaining new eyes to help the process and take advantage, holding his hands out over things while being careful not to touch them. His energy buzzed excitedly, near threateningly with what happened last time he… hm.

But then he was distracted again, and further anticipating very fascinating things, any cautious line of thought thrown out of his mind. There was something that felt like him, so very strongly, being presented. It felt like it was trying to pull him closer, and Basil felt a rush of greed spark inside him, expression faltering oddly from its usual sunny look and becoming more unreadable, and his physical, humanoid body less stable.

His thoughts raced and became less recognizable, not as of this world, but he inhaled and tried feebly to settle it down, not tear any holes in reality or anything. He'd probably get in trouble for that. It wouldn't be good for anyone. The grimoire kept trying to speak to him, and he wanted to listen, control very close to being overpowered.

Basil stared. Could he? Could he do that, if he was so human socialized and clueless? It wanted him, though. There were things in there that wanted to be a part of him and his energy, urging, needing. He licked his lips, the greed feeling very welcome, and took the book.

His fingers tightened around it when he touched it, twitching a bit. Something felt like it was moving again, as well as the air around him, singing and twisting. He didn't feel like there was any forgetting about this, any getting away from the wanting, the urging, the whispering. This level of existence wasn't made to handle him, this knowledge connected to his species, and them being so close. He opened up the book anyway, with an unsettling familiarity in the way he did, and how his mind went over what was inside.

And he found very quickly that he did understand this language, so much that he barely blinked an eye at it or any time to begin to translate it. When he spoke to Gabriel, he had to stop himself, a few times, from speaking full Eldritch tongue rather than english. And when he did speak, it was similar to his new expression, distant and strange and more than he'd been before. He translated many little things, that started to make the ground under his feet hum, some that would have damaged those that weren't his current company. And even then, it was shaky, dangerous. He read of a ritual, one to summon the one who knew the gate, was the gate, and the humming was more. Everything was more, and Basil was not stable.

Very not stable, and very not concerned with whether he was or not anymore. His memory went back to when he'd found, after much hunting, secret documents that had informed him of all this being real, magic and monsters and him. Them. Us. His being had flowed out, seeped into that city, so mortal inhabited, small seeming to him in that moment, feeling peaceful and right and chaotic all at once. Something blooming. Satisfaction, but a new need, always a need, more than ever then, more than ever now, always more. He'd stolen the light, and there were people and things that didn't get away from in unscathed.

It felt so worth it.

Poppy · Oct 29, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

There was an evident physical change in his new Eldritch friend. Whatever the atmosphere was earlier, it was traded for something darker, heavier. He could feel the book and Basil's aura blending together harmoniously, recognizing its own kind. It was too early for presuppositions, but it seemed like his gambling was going to pay off. It was lovely how fate so often stacked elements in his favor.

The melding of information and his friend was not without its consequences, although he supposed Basil did give him a fair warning before. He felt the air vibrate dangerously, then the ground, then the electricity. The muffled screams of the Night Club's attendants told him that the reaction extended far beyond this room and Gomorrah. The lights flicked off, and Mikhainon's eyes immediately readjusted to its dark surroundings.

This was all background. Mikhainon's focus was the gate. Yog-Sothoth was the gate to all the knowledge, but like most gates, it obscured what it was hiding for a reason... to protect it from people that would misuse it, people like Mikhainon. He paid no heed to the other disjointed parts of the Necronomicon. This was all the information he needed right now.

He supposed he would be going on a little field trip. Dunwich, hm?

How scenic.

When Basil reached the end of the Necronomicon available to him and the shaking stopped, the lights flickered back on and the party downstairs resumed. Manta Carlos electric companies. Always efficient. He got something out of this, and he was also honestly greatly entertained. Overall, a fantastic night. Basil was very special, wasn't he?

He walked over to his lovely friend with a very fond smile. "I was right to believe in you. I do hope you're okay."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Nov 4, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

Basil breathed, when he was done reading, when the light returned. He didn't need to breathe, that had always been a fact, but it almost seemed to do something for him here. Power still swelled and pushed at his edges, old energy blending with new, leaving an interesting taste to him. The magic swirled and popped like odd fireworks, lighting up his mind, giving colors and a certain pleasant buzz to his thoughts. He liked this. He liked it a lot.

He curled his arms up around Gabriel's shoulders when the other approached, and pressed into him. The eldritch felt lazy satisfaction, but mania at the same time- and most of all, a growing affection that needed to be expressed.

"I'm better than okay."

He leaned up and kissed Gabriel, because while teasing was lovely, well. Basil had to show some extra appreciation somehow. This sort of activity was already fun normally, and he couldn't help but think between two interesting, powerful creatures, which magic still thick in the air… it'd prove to be even better.

Poppy · Nov 4, 2015

RE: Kinship (Gomorrah) (Poptart)

Tonight opened up new possibilities for power, growth and expansion for him, and he wasn't going to squander it, dared not to. Perhaps his pipe dream of being King so soon wasn't that silly after all. Mikhainon needed to make plans, work out kinks, and make sure the Elder Gods wouldn't catch him and eat him up alive. After all, only the foolish would attempt to grab power they couldn't control. He was certain if there was anyone capable of wielding it, it would be him.

Ah. But why bother with that now?

There was a very lovely young man clinging to his neck, soft, warm, pliant and absolutely buzzing with an intoxicating power at the edges. Mikhainon scooped Basil into his arms, brought him to his bedroom, and shut the door.

The night was hardly over.

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