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*Fleur slips through the front door, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible when in a ball gown with a the train the length of a quidditch pitch. For once, her hair is piled a top her head in a graceful fall of curls. Instead of diamonds as she has been wearing her last few visits, she has a simple white ribbon tied about her neck. She closes the door, and hovers just out of the crowd. It has been so long yet such a short time since she has been here, and she does feel out of place. She wrinkles her nose. What an odd feeling.*

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*Raph is standing behind her.*

I think you might be a touch overdressed. Not that I'm complainin'...

*She isn't even surprised, but just tips her head back and smiles just slightly*

The Italianz say the same thing. *she presses a kiss against his mouth*

Salut, Rrraph. *She is still keeping an eye on the bar in case any...familiar faces appear, and she has to duck and cover.*

*The kiss makes him jump. He clears his throat and attempts to find a voice.*

Uh, hey, how you doin'? Where's the party?

*She cackles and shows a little fang.*

You are so fun to tease.

I am...I am. I think that iz that. One can only run for so long, I think.

Mmm, the party iz Venice. Horrid city, but wonderful art. Et the little italianz treat me as art. As they such.

Et you? I only saw you for a moment before. *She lifts an eyebrow at him and smiles*

Eh, I am.

*he gestures with a purple stained hand. In fact, his hair is purple now too.*

Keepin' outta trouble.

Oui, the purple people eater iz keeping out of trouble.

*He groans, and holds up a hand*

Yeah, real frickin' fun this is. I spent like, a day trying to get it off...it ain't budgin'. Pain in the ass.

*She reaches into her bodice and pulls out her wand.*

Want a fix then? Et, going to tell me how you managed to get yourself purple, hm? Horrid color on you, by the by.

*Raph takes a step back at the sight of the wand*

No no no. I'm okay. Really.
It's uh...this time bomb thing this guy named Deadpool left for me. Seems he's not too happy with me seein' Death. IT's....it's a whole big frickin' mess is what it is.

*Fleur rolls her eyes, but returns her wand to its hiding place.*

You are dating Death. One would think you had gotten over that fear of magic by now. Et did I not help, hm? *She smacks his hip playfully.*

Oh? Do I need to get drinkz et be very manly for you? I can do that, you know. Am very good at fearing commitment.

Nah, I'm fine...though, if you want a drink, I'll get you one.

Non. Non drinking if there iz no need. I will be a woman.

I. *she tugs at the ribbon about her neck, then finally pulls it off* Have something for you. Ophelia haz a gift that I can always know if she needz me. Death...she iz who she iz. You...well.

*without a word, she ties the ribbon around his wrist in a very masculine bow*

*Raph watches her tie the ribbon. It tickles.*

I uh...I don't know what to say.....

Not supposed to say anything. Iz just. You know, precaution et. Well.

Enough of that. Tell me everything you've done with Death. I want detailz. Preferably colored picturez. Share share. *she even claps her hands in demand*

*He responds by blushing furiously.*

So does this have any special powers, aside from havin' been 'round your neck?

*That's it Raph, try to change the subject.*

Untie it et I will be there.

Stop changing subject. Doez she have a tattoo?

So uh...do I gotta just untie the knot? Or does it have to stay on my wrist the whole time?

*he can see his diversionary tactic is not working...*

no tattoos

Oui, you "gotta just untie the knot". Is my gift to my friend since you so enjoyed my painting. *her lips quirk*

Oh? No? Holez?

But...but...I did enjoy the painting...it's just...this christmas was so freakin' wierd....

Um....*swallows hard* holes?

Mmm, oui. Suuuure. Iz fine.

You know. Holez. *tugs on her own pierced ears*

OH! Piercings. Right. Um...none that I've noticed.

*She giggles and gives him a quick hug.*

Have I killed you yet? Non? Escape now before I decide to give you no mercy. I must be back to Maman soon, any way. One can only escape rich men on the prowl for a mistress for so long.

*You don't have to tell him twice. He hastily leans over giving her a peck on the cheek, and a quick, "Thank you." Then, he's gone*

Hyde sits at the bar with a bowlful of peanuts, a root beer, and some pork rinds...and has no problem checking out the hot chick in the ball gown. Probably out of his league, but it doesn't hurt to stare. Well, no, sometimes it hurts to stare, but Hyde takes his chances.

Hyde's very much not in a ball gown. He's in a Black Sabbath t-shirt. Close second.

*Fleur looks over her shoulder at the Staring Boy.*

Men have died that way, you know. *But, she winks playfully*

"I've had beer dumped into my lap, but so far I haven't been laid out by any of the hotties here." Laid out, heh heh.

Hyde nods at her outfit. "Nice dress, man. It's all...poofy."

Oh, no lay for you? Give me time.

*She pulls a lit cigarette out of the air and takes a drag.*

Nice shirt, Iron Man. Humain?

Hyde watches the cigarette trick and nods, impressed. He wishes he could do that. So he asks: "Got any more of those in there?

"And no, Iron Man's not human, 'he-has-turned-to-steel', remember?" Hyde chuckles, singing that one line from the song to illustrate his very important, snarky-ass point.

Some Sabbath fan you are. Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head?

*She pulls another cigarette out of the air and offers it*

Fleur. Witch et sex demon.

"What, you don't think guys made out of metal can think or have feelings? What about Star Wars, man? Those little droids had souls."

Hyde's eyes follow the cigarette, 'cause...out of thin air. Still so cool. He plucks it from her fingers and goes fishing in his jeans for his lighter.

"Hyde. Horny loafer and troublemaker. Pleasure."

Oh, those shiny from that box. Poor thingz. They should embrace the revolution and overthrow their oppressors.

*She absently offers a light from the tip of her thumb. Flames so cool.*

Hyde actually laughs at the fire on Fleur's thumb. So cool indeed. So cool it's funny.

He leans into it, lighting up and taking a good long, drag. "Yeah, man. You've got the right idea. And we're just like them, too. Trapped in the individual boxes of our own oppressive consciousnesses, unable to see a world where someone else doesn't press the buttons and give the orders."

Ah. When are you from, Hyde the Iron Man? You have too much passion for a modern American.

"Nineteen seventy...seven. Or '76, but I'm fairly sure '77, so we'll go with that." Yeah, Hyde always stumbles over that here, and he still doesn't know why.

Hyde shoots smoke up at the ceiling in a long trail. "What about you, Fleur the Witchy Woman and Sex Demon? That has a nice ring, by the way." This he says with a touch of a smirk. Definitely a Hey baby smirk.

*Fleur snorts loudly and is entirely amused.*

Oui, et I have no heard it before at all. Try 'hey baby, what'z your sign?'. You will only get a little burnt around the edgez, I swear. Will be like sun tan only crispier.

1995. My mother haz a large fondness for that metal bandy thing you are wearing. I remember Paranoid very clearly from my childhood. Et people wonder why I am so chaotic.

Hyde snorts. "I could care less what your sign is. That question's for cheap guys in leisure suits, man."

He flicks ash onto the floor and listens to her talk about Sabbath. "You remember Paranoid from your childhood? Man...you were one lucky kid."

Maman iz metal chick, as they say. *she drops her own cigarette and steps on it with a tall heel*

Now, Monsieur Hyde, all the naughty sex demonz must be back to their rich suitorz. *She steals the cigarette from his mouth and steals a long kiss.*

We will speak again, mmm? Mind to mind? *She winks over her shoulder and makes it for the exit.*

Hyde tastes all reefery and cigarettey and lots of other kinds of -ys. But hey, he gives a good kiss back.

Waggles his fingers at her as she makes for the door. "Mind to mind works for me," he grins. "Later."

From over at the usual place, Desire offers Fleur a brief wave in greeting: The part-Veela was missed.

Fleur will certainly do what she wants, but she's welcome at Desire's table.

Fleur blows a kiss, and can't help but feel a little lighter from the attention.

Desire smiles faintly at the blown kiss and returns it with a wink.

A blonde woman nearby who is NOT wearing a similar dress, although she probably could if she felt like it, smiles and waves at the new entrant to the bar.

She's sitting at a table with an unmarked bottle of wine and a few glasses, most of them drained.

"Hello there."

*Fleur tips her head at the goddess, very curious. The immortals always have the special scent of magic about them.*

Bonsoir.

[And I'm just heading to bed, honey. Alright if we slowtime this?]

"Would you care to join me for a drink? You seem interesting. Apple wine, can't remember how old the bottle is."

She smiles a little.

"I'm Eris, by the way."

*Fleur smiles and sits gracefully.*

I am Fleur, witch et veela. What iz your area, hm?

"Chaos, discord, and confusion. And apples. Greek."

She grins.

"A pleasure to meet you, Fleur."

She pours the wine.

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