Setting
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
Gambit's Hotel, 2nd Floor
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
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Gambit's Hotel, 2nd Floor is a part of 
The Gambit Building.
77 Characters Here
Axel Flitzkling [104] A diminutive swordsman with special prowess
Rahne Valion [68] "You picked the wrong girl to mess with, buster."
Simon Caeronvar [67] This sorcerer is never encountered alone.
shadow 1 [59] A wolf demon with pitch black fur and red eyes, he is incredibly fast, he seems invisible during the night as he blends into the shadows
Kyouhei [54] "...Right."
Pluto Milas [49]
Jack Parker [44] Survivor of Wasteland America (http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/wasteland-america/)
Aqua Hesjing Centurion [40] The cute one in the family
Ria [39] Luca's twin sister
Aisling Tara [38]
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Sasayai looked at him in concern as he saw him wince, "Y-you okay?" he asked him. He waited for him to return as he soon heard the loud shattering noise. He put his glass of water down as he walked on over, knocking on the door. "Faron? Y-you okay?" he asked in a whisper as he turned the handle of the bathroom to check on him, worried for his friend.
Faron Jasperson would take his hand from then mirror, mirror shards protruding from his knuckles and he'd pick them out, popping them into the sink before the door opened and he'd turn away from the door and watched his knuckles heal, but at a lower rate..
He'd then be silent as he started to pick a long and sharp shard of glass from the shattered mirror....
He'd then be silent as he started to pick a long and sharp shard of glass from the shattered mirror....
Sasayai walked in as he saw the broken mirror and the blood. "...F-Faron? A-are you okay?" he whispered as he walked p behind him. "Do you need a bandage?" he asked him in concern.
Faron Jasperson would bring the shard of mirror to his face and saw his eyes darken, he felt the hunger and it was making him dizzy so he put his bloody hand on the sink, but it was only starting to heal, his bones exposed a bit.
He'd look at the floor. ''You should leave...and lock the door Sasayai..'' He'd say as his fangs started to retract, his voice tired with a slur though it was disturbingly serious. He would use his free hand to hold his face, his other hand shaking...
He'd look at the floor. ''You should leave...and lock the door Sasayai..'' He'd say as his fangs started to retract, his voice tired with a slur though it was disturbingly serious. He would use his free hand to hold his face, his other hand shaking...
Sasayai looked at the shard being brought to Farons' face as he ran over in concern, worried he was going to hurt himself with it. "Faron what is wrong?" he asked in confusion as he saw the bloody hand, that needed to be bandaged up as soon as possible.
Faron Jasperson would move away from Sasayai, still holding his face with his other hand. ''I am fine!! I-I just need you to leave and lock this bathroom up!!'' He'd then plunge his hand into the nearest wall out of frustration rather than anger damaging the hand more.
He'd then collapse onto the ground and his body would visible shake, he'd groan and growl as he continued to fight what he knew would come if Sasayai didn't protect himself against him..
He'd then collapse onto the ground and his body would visible shake, he'd groan and growl as he continued to fight what he knew would come if Sasayai didn't protect himself against him..
Sasayai flinched as he heard his yell. He looked at him as he punched the nearest wall and saw him collapse, the body shaking caused him to be worried as he took a cautious step towards him, "Faron?" he whispered softly as he heard the groan.
Faron Jasperson would finally feel blood lust come and gasped. ''I am sorry..'' He'd mumble before he slowly got up and turned to Sasayai...
He would sway his bogy back and forth as he looked up and down Sasayai, his black claws extended in length and as he grinned at Sasayai his fangs were out. Fire flickered of his hair, his once icy blue eyes were blood red, not flaming orange like normal and he'd start to slowly, step by step...walk to Sasayai..
He would sway his bogy back and forth as he looked up and down Sasayai, his black claws extended in length and as he grinned at Sasayai his fangs were out. Fire flickered of his hair, his once icy blue eyes were blood red, not flaming orange like normal and he'd start to slowly, step by step...walk to Sasayai..
Sasayai tilted his head, "S-sorry for what?" he whispered as he saw him turn to him, looking him up and down, he looked at him as he took a step back as he spied the claws and fangs. Worry in his eyes as his back hit the bathroom wall as he glanced at the door. "F-Faron?" he whispered worriedly.
Faron Jasperson would start to close the distance, one hand put on the wall just above Sasayai's head and the other placed under his chin. Faron would grin wickedly then he'd take in Sasayia's scent for a moment before using one of his claws to cut the side of his face.
Seeing the blood start to seep from Sasayia's face Faron would put his face near Sasayia's, Faron's red hair feathered and brushed against Sasayai;s face as he went and licked the blood from the wound...
Seeing the blood start to seep from Sasayia's face Faron would put his face near Sasayia's, Faron's red hair feathered and brushed against Sasayai;s face as he went and licked the blood from the wound...
Sasayai looked at him as he heard the hand hit the wall above his head as he flinched. He felt the other hand being placed under his chin, feeling in the cool touch as he took in the wicked grin his heart thumping in his chest as he soon felt the claw slash his cheek causing him to cry out in pain as he closed one eye as he felt Faron lick the blood from his face, feeling Farons' red hair brush against him as he let out a soft whimper.
Faron Jasperson would suck the blood from the cheek, the hand on Sasayai's chin would glide down from his neck, claws gently scratching as they went down his throat, leaving a red line of irritation in it's wake then he'd tug on Sasayai's collar of his T-shirt, his claw piercing through the fabric..
Then Faron would start to turn his attention to Sasayai neck, licking it slowly before his fangs sunk into it..
Then Faron would start to turn his attention to Sasayai neck, licking it slowly before his fangs sunk into it..
Sasaya felt the lips suck on his cheek as he shut his eyes tightly, the claws scratching his neck leaving a trail of goosebumps next to the red line. He the felt tug on his collar as he let out a small noise as he felt the tongue on his neck. "D-don't..." he whispered as he felt the fangs pierce into his neck causing him to gasp and stiffen a bit as tears formed in his eyes, a faint flush forming on his face.
Faron Jasperson would now use the hand on the wall above Sasayai's head to now tug on his hair as he sucked the blood from him, occasionally lapping at the bite but then re-biting again to drink the blood. His strength was overpowering to a mere human but in tis state he was even stronger and regeneration was faster also, it was like a buff effect on him.
He would then start ripping Sasayai's T-shirt slowly, the ripping being heard as the seam of the T-shirt was being slowly shredded apart, his claws would also dug into Sasayai's chest now, Faron was in a some sort of frenzied state of mind..
He would then start ripping Sasayai's T-shirt slowly, the ripping being heard as the seam of the T-shirt was being slowly shredded apart, his claws would also dug into Sasayai's chest now, Faron was in a some sort of frenzied state of mind..
Sasayai felt the tug on his hair as he cried out a bit in pain as he tried to use his hands to pry it off of him, a shiver running through his body as he felt him lap at his neck almost like a cat slurping at milk before he bit him again, causing the boy to flinch.
He heard the tearing of his t-shirt as his pale chest was exposed feeling the claws dig into his chest leaving an angry red mark on him as a few tears fell from his eyes. His chest slowly rising and falling as he again tried to break free.
He heard the tearing of his t-shirt as his pale chest was exposed feeling the claws dig into his chest leaving an angry red mark on him as a few tears fell from his eyes. His chest slowly rising and falling as he again tried to break free.
Faron Jasperson would feel Sasayai's hands pushing, or trying too on his chest and Faron's blood red hues would look at Sasayai's fearful face, he'd feel the warm tears ran onto his neck.
Faron would harshly continue, blood running down his chin and from Sasayai's neck, staining his T-shirt but Faron would stop tugging on Sasayai's hair and move his hand to the back of his neck and wrap his fingers around it, tightening the grip slightly, tapping his claws on Sasayai's neck.
The other hand would rest on Sasayai's rest, but one finger scratched at his skin..
Faron would harshly continue, blood running down his chin and from Sasayai's neck, staining his T-shirt but Faron would stop tugging on Sasayai's hair and move his hand to the back of his neck and wrap his fingers around it, tightening the grip slightly, tapping his claws on Sasayai's neck.
The other hand would rest on Sasayai's rest, but one finger scratched at his skin..
Sasayai looked into Farons' red orbs, his own green ones full of fear as he felt the blood being drained from his boyd as he felt weaker, his struggles matched his state as his eye lids drooped a bit. He shook his head lightly to stay awake, knowing the dangers of losing conscious during blood loss. He felt the blood ooze from his neck and staining his shirt.
He almost was relieved when the hand stopped tugging on his hair, only to feel it wrap around his neck a bit tightly as he felt the claw tap on him causing him to shudder. He felt the hand resting on his chest feeling a finger scratch at it drawing a few droplets of blood as he weakly tried to kick Faron away, though his vision was blurry.
He almost was relieved when the hand stopped tugging on his hair, only to feel it wrap around his neck a bit tightly as he felt the claw tap on him causing him to shudder. He felt the hand resting on his chest feeling a finger scratch at it drawing a few droplets of blood as he weakly tried to kick Faron away, though his vision was blurry.
Faron Jasperson would continue drinking Sasayai's blood despite his obvious decline of strength or awareness, his struggling was no match for Faron in his strength but now it was just a like trying to push a stone wall, it wasn't going to work, it just make Faron's activity easier..
As Sasayai launched in and out of consciousness Faron would stop drinking Sasayai's blood, kissing his neck before pulling away...Just standing there..eyes looking down on him and they started going back to normal...if blank facial expression soon became one of worry and disgust of himself...
As Sasayai launched in and out of consciousness Faron would stop drinking Sasayai's blood, kissing his neck before pulling away...Just standing there..eyes looking down on him and they started going back to normal...if blank facial expression soon became one of worry and disgust of himself...
Sasayai gave one last push against Faron as he felt his arms going limp, he felt the cool lips on his neck, fearing a bite but getting a kiss as his body slumped to the ground. "N-no more..." he whispered up to him, his breathing ragged as he felt his eyesight blurring out before his eyes shut softly.
The door to the room laid wide open, extended into the desolate hallway. Taylor hadn't bothered to lock close it, he didnt plan on staying long. Something about that conversation with Faith made him want to come back to this place. To remember who he was before it all, even if for a moment. He knew he couldnt go back, but that didnt mean he couldnt gather the memories.
He had crouched by the dust bathed dresser, searching through it's drawers. He flipped through decorative boxes and scraps of jewelry left behind from his old life. Parts of him that he felt he needed to forget at one point in his life.
He had crouched by the dust bathed dresser, searching through it's drawers. He flipped through decorative boxes and scraps of jewelry left behind from his old life. Parts of him that he felt he needed to forget at one point in his life.
"I remember that ridiculous dress you wanted me to wear."
She stood, leaning against the doorway, in a loose fitting blouse, grungy jeans, with her hands thickly bandaged from weeks toiling over the hole in the floor of the bar. Her hair, which at one point had maintained a flirtatious curl, hung in limp tendrils around her face, loose from a ponytail that held her hair securely back.
"It didn't stay on for long." she added, stepping inside and reaching to close the door. There was nothing but silence, and perhaps ten feet of space between them.
But it felt like a chasm.
"You okay?" she asked, but she didn't sound too interested in the answer.
She stood, leaning against the doorway, in a loose fitting blouse, grungy jeans, with her hands thickly bandaged from weeks toiling over the hole in the floor of the bar. Her hair, which at one point had maintained a flirtatious curl, hung in limp tendrils around her face, loose from a ponytail that held her hair securely back.
"It didn't stay on for long." she added, stepping inside and reaching to close the door. There was nothing but silence, and perhaps ten feet of space between them.
But it felt like a chasm.
"You okay?" she asked, but she didn't sound too interested in the answer.
And Taylor didn't seem too interested in giving it.
"So, you still remember this place?"
Taylor stood, separating the drawer with one motion, moving to empty its contents on the bed. He grazed them heap of things with his hand, lightly pushing apart the remnants of a life long forgotten.
"When you came up here, all I could think was 'Man, this is going to be a good night.' And I didnt think that because of your personality or anything like that. I thought you'd be a good fuck; That you'd be gone in the morning with a few pictures to sell to the tabloids and a few bills you slipped out of my wallet. It wasn't anything personal, just what I was used to. I was Andrea's son, a ticket to stardom with a pair of legs and nice abs. Thing was, I was fine with that. I was fine with being the carbon copy of another man."
He pulled a rusted watched from the pile, its band broken and its face cracked.
"But then you stayed, and I had my suspicions. Suspicions that youd be something different then the rest. I wasnt sure if it was a better difference, not for a while at least. And when I was certain that you were, something changed in me. Something broke, but what broke was something I wasnt quite sure I needed, or wanted. I snapped from that mold for a while, started becoming my own person for a while. I wasnt living under the shadow of Andrea for once. I wasnt expected to be a politician, or lead an army. I was expected to find my own place with you."
He unclasped the watch, sliding it over his hand.
"But then he died, and everyone wanted me to be him. To replace him. To fill that void he left behind. And when I looked to you, you didnt seem to mind. So I did."
"So, you still remember this place?"
Taylor stood, separating the drawer with one motion, moving to empty its contents on the bed. He grazed them heap of things with his hand, lightly pushing apart the remnants of a life long forgotten.
"When you came up here, all I could think was 'Man, this is going to be a good night.' And I didnt think that because of your personality or anything like that. I thought you'd be a good fuck; That you'd be gone in the morning with a few pictures to sell to the tabloids and a few bills you slipped out of my wallet. It wasn't anything personal, just what I was used to. I was Andrea's son, a ticket to stardom with a pair of legs and nice abs. Thing was, I was fine with that. I was fine with being the carbon copy of another man."
He pulled a rusted watched from the pile, its band broken and its face cracked.
"But then you stayed, and I had my suspicions. Suspicions that youd be something different then the rest. I wasnt sure if it was a better difference, not for a while at least. And when I was certain that you were, something changed in me. Something broke, but what broke was something I wasnt quite sure I needed, or wanted. I snapped from that mold for a while, started becoming my own person for a while. I wasnt living under the shadow of Andrea for once. I wasnt expected to be a politician, or lead an army. I was expected to find my own place with you."
He unclasped the watch, sliding it over his hand.
"But then he died, and everyone wanted me to be him. To replace him. To fill that void he left behind. And when I looked to you, you didnt seem to mind. So I did."
"I thought it was what you wanted." she said, her hands falling to her sides as she gazed at him. There was a brokenness to her, a sort of sad resignation. After all, she'd been a widow for a long time, and having Taylor back had only served to hurt more, like he was a spectre, a carbon copy of who her husband used to be, but no longer was.
"I only ever wanted to be precisely what you needed me to be. You wanted to lead, so I followed you. You wanted to keep me at a distance, so I waited patiently for you to trust me. You wanted to go away to a war, to fight, so I let you go. I loved and lost you, and I wasn't rewarded for my patience, Taylor. You came back, but you're not here. You're not with me anymore."
Her eyes welled. "It hurts so much to miss you."
"I only ever wanted to be precisely what you needed me to be. You wanted to lead, so I followed you. You wanted to keep me at a distance, so I waited patiently for you to trust me. You wanted to go away to a war, to fight, so I let you go. I loved and lost you, and I wasn't rewarded for my patience, Taylor. You came back, but you're not here. You're not with me anymore."
Her eyes welled. "It hurts so much to miss you."
"The time we spent together, before all of this started. Before we were expected to be anything other than who we were. That was the only time in which I could be me. Not Andreas stepson, not Benito's brother, not the kin of a thief and an alcoholic. For the first time in my life, I got to explore who I was and who I was going to become. With you."
Taylor made his way towards Liz, sitting at the edge of the bed that faced her.
"How old were we when all of this was thrust upon us. 19? 20? We were kids, Liz. I wasnt sure of anything, except that I loved you. I wasnt even sure that I wanted to be Taylor..."
He gazed up at her, wanting nothing more than to stop her tears. Unfortunately, he knew that they were necessary. Forcing her to witdraw even more wasnt the answer.
"Do you remember my name, Liz? my first name?"
Taylor made his way towards Liz, sitting at the edge of the bed that faced her.
"How old were we when all of this was thrust upon us. 19? 20? We were kids, Liz. I wasnt sure of anything, except that I loved you. I wasnt even sure that I wanted to be Taylor..."
He gazed up at her, wanting nothing more than to stop her tears. Unfortunately, he knew that they were necessary. Forcing her to witdraw even more wasnt the answer.
"Do you remember my name, Liz? my first name?"
"Gabriel." she told him, her eyes squeezing shut as the salt trails formed down her cheeks. Inside she was broken, possibly beyond repair, but she was speaking out, and a little of the burden was lifting.
"But what's in a name, anyway?" she asked, her throat thick. She didn't move closer to him. "That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet..."
She glanced away. "But you're not you. You've grown up. I don't know what's happened to me, but I don't know that I can be everything I used to be, for you or for anyone else."
Useless. She felt so incredibly useless.
"But what's in a name, anyway?" she asked, her throat thick. She didn't move closer to him. "That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet..."
She glanced away. "But you're not you. You've grown up. I don't know what's happened to me, but I don't know that I can be everything I used to be, for you or for anyone else."
Useless. She felt so incredibly useless.