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((yo Shadow Monger, you are doing some slight God Modding. You can't make marks appear on Belle if she doesn't get a chance to avoid them. You can't control her by saying where the pain is inflicted. You could say what you're doing and where you're trying to hurt.

Ex. of God Modding:

*Just glares at Belle, heat and power rising. Scratches come across her body, blood welling from the cuts and I didn't have to touch her*
That's a form of God Modding. We must be able to get a chance to counter the attack or let it happen to us.

Good form of how to RP:
*Just glares at Belle, heat and power rising, my power lasching out, it possibly being able to cut her skin*

Here's a better one:

*slashes at her upper body*

You can't say: *Slashes her upper body, my claws going deep into her*


I know it's very tempting, but plz try to control it.))

Jean-Claude released Anita and caught Jason, then he got to his feet. Anita took her gun and pressed it to the weretiger's chest. Her anger had taken over, mad that her wereleopard got taken away. She didn't know what to else to do. She didn't know whether she could trust the weretiger or not. He had caused enough trouble for the night. She didn't know what to say, nor did she know whether she had enough strong justification to just shoot him on the spot. "Because of you, Nathaniel is gone! Why the hell are you here?!" She said, trying to sound calm.
Jean-Claude put his hand against the gun and looked into Anita's eyes. "Ma petite, what good would it do if you just shot Dajine?"
"Silver bullets Jean-Claude, he'll die."
"No, I mean, as in for your comfort?" Jean-Claude's hand still stayed on the gun. He could probably move it before the bullet left the chamber if Anita tried to shoot.
"I'll know that he won't mess any other s**t up when we confront Belle b/c he'll be dead."
"Belle doesn't want him dead ma petite. She wants to have him since he has angered her as well."
Anita sighed and she took the gun down. "Maybe we could trade him in for Nathaniel?" She asked Jean-Claude.
He just shook his head. "I don't know if she would trade. She'd want them both."
Jason just looked between Anita and Jean-Claude. "Then think of a plan Jean-Claude because if I don't get Nathaniel back, alive, then I'm coming after you."
Jean-Claude frowned for a moment. "Why is that?"
"Because you asked for Dajine's help, you let him come out here before you could even know if you trusted him Jean-Claude! My leopard is gone b/c of your stupidity." Anita said all of this while she holstered her gun.
Jean-Claude said nothing, letting Anita continue.

((Well, I just took Nat becuase Shadow pissed me off with his god-modding! JK blaugh No I took him becuase of Shadow's innate ability to piss me off!))

((Wow, sins, that was harsh to JC.))

((Oh, if you're going to kill Dajine, wait for me so I can join you! blaugh ))

((Hell yeah!))

(Yeah Belle was mad! She almost took the first blood thing out on Jean-Claude, but they avoided it. Oh and the vamp. you supposedly took down lived. lol. Jean-Claude has to make preparations, so you'll probably have time to do whatever you have planned)

Anita looked at Dajine. She didn't believe in handing the humans over to the monsters and vice versa. Could she give monsters to monsters? She wondered to herself. "You aren't coming with us when we get Nathaniel."
"Ma petite, I have to make arrangements with Belle so that we can work some sort of meeting out."
"What does that have to do with him?" Anita asked, turning to Jean-Claude now.
"He has to come with us b/c I need all that I can. Belle will not let Nathaniel go so easily."
Anita sighed. "He's going to mess things up."
Jean-Claude looked over Dajine for a moment, looking amused. "Ma peite, I will use dear Dajine and will be rewarded if he survives. Please do not fight with me on this."
Anita stepped up to Jean-Claude, her chest touching his, they both looking each other in the eyes. "Just remember Jean-Claude, you'll die if Nathaniel does."
"And you'll die if I do." He quietly replied back.
"I'm going home Jean-Claude." Anita didn't like his last remark.
"What about your birthday?"
Anita turned, walking to her Jeep. "******** it." Jean-Claude laughed, sending shivers through her as she opened her car door. It wasn't a warm laugh, but a cool chill. Jason waved to her as she drove off.

((Since the last update of Asher is at Danse Macabre that's, I guess, where I'll start.))

Asher left work a tad later then usual. A small fight had broken out on the dance floor between one of the employies and a certain jealous fiancee, who just happened to be a new werewolf to boot. Sufice it to say it had been a long night with an excessive amount of clean-up work to do before closing.

Too tired to fly he strolled through the blood quater-- a hazy neon film covered his eyes and the loud, butchered music of the modern age drilled incestantly into his ears. He wanted to be at the circus curled up in the arms of a pom de sang or perhaps.... his thoughts began to wander, circling certain ideas, fantacies containing a long sought forbidden fruit of his desire. Shaking his head he sighs, pulls his hood lower over his face and continues toward the circus, with a slightly faster pace.

Jean-Claude and Jason went into the Circus. Jean-Claude began to call to contact Belle Morte and begin to make plans for a meeting. He sighed, unsure of whether he should've been doing so. He still feared his mistress. It bothered him that she came into his lands without his consent. He called anyway, out of his love for Anita. The love that Anita could never see.
Jason was going through the wardrobe, looking for something new to wear while he peered from the closet and at Jean-Claude. Jason said nothing, knowing it wasn't the best time to mention things.
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Anita returned home and she noticed a car along the road in front of the house that wasn't hers. The door opening with Caleb pushing a girl from the house. He had on just a pair of black leather pants. He was smiling at the girl as she giggled, making her way past Anita while going down the driveway. Anita sighed. She didn't want to deal with Caleb, nor did she want other women that she didn't know inside her house. Anita walked up the sidewalk, Caleb leaned against the door frame, watching Anita come. The girl waved at him before driving off.
He didn't wave back, but the girl didn't seem to notice.
Anita finaling came to stand right in front of Caleb. She felt tired, her years finally catching up with her. She just sighed and pushed past Caleb. He shut the door, surprised that Anita said nothing to him about the girl. "I guess you've had a ******** up day."
Anita threw her keys on the coffee table and kicked her shoes off, and looked into Caleb's eyes. "What makes you say that?"
"You came home early from Jean-Claude's place and you didn't say anything to me about Lisa." Anita just shrugged. Caleb plopped his a** down on her couch.
Micah came from one of the back rooms. He just had a pair of torn jeans. The pard hated wearing clothing, including Micah. "What happened Anita?"
Anita just shook her head, not wanting to answer. Micah spoke. "A power arrived in St. Louis. You felt it?"
"Belle Morte is in town and she visited me and Jean-Claude...she took Nathaniel and I don't know where the hell to." Micah's eyes widened.