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[Action] Second (and several more) Bite(s)

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*Basically? Set up a situation. Evangeline will be all up ons.

This probably won't end well for anyone involved.*

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[Video, locked to Konoka and Setsuna]

Good evening, classmates.

I'm just giving you two a polite heads-up. Don't mess with what I'm doing, and I won't mess with you. Actually, if you want, I'll even loan you a couple minions.

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*Rozalin carefully hefts her gun and checks for sudden flocks of bats or mist or any of the other things a decent vampire can turn into.

Seeing none? She resumes her reading.

We shall drop the curtain on our observance here and raise it again somewhere else. Perhaps this hallway will do-it is dark enough to have a few shadows, but not dark enough to make any other measures necessary than a careful glance to walk down it in safety. Or at least...supposed safety.*

Edited 2012-11-12 00:53 (UTC)

*... And surprisingly, nothing does happen. No sign of an attack. Just two Succubi, wearing perfectly-kempt school uniforms. Funny, Netherworld Academy doesn't HAVE one of those...

Before further questions may occur, however, one speaks. "Good evening, Lady Rozalin. We come representing our mistress, who wishes to apologize for her brash actions towards you this evening."*

...Two points. Firstly, if she wishes to apologize she should either appear in person, or send a written missive. And secondly, the proper term of address is either Princess or Overlord. Lady is very nearly an insult.

*Rozalin has one hand on her pistol, but is otherwise at ease here.*

*"She may be a while for that, due to her recovering from your attacks. She thought that loaning a few of her servants to you for a while may be suitable recompense," the other responded. "A Princess does deserve proper pampering, after all."*

*Rozalin's fighting instinct urged caution...but her desire for primping and pampering won out.*

Then, how are you at hair styling and beauty treatments? My nails have not been done properly in so long...

*"We are both most capable of such, though you may wish to locate a private area where we may do our work."*

Yes, well...to tell the truth, I am somewhat hard pressed to think of any place suitable.

*"Your room should be sufficient."*

Of course....my room.

*Rozalin's room still smells of ash, an abject hole since the Prinnies were unable to refurbish it completely after she declared it unfit for anyone of her rank and tried to burn it down. Worse, it is tiny and cramped, full nearly to the brim with her possessions-including a spare Gatling gun stripped down to it's component parts on the table, a cleaning kit neatly laid out beside it.

Needless to say, with three, there is simply no room for all of them*

*"... Perhaps the mistress' cabin would be better? She would of course be willing to grant you your privacy, seeing as how she is recovering at this time."*

*Somewhere, elsewhere, a vampire is facepalming.*

...Is there any other alternative? An abandoned classroom perhaps, or a water closet we might seal off?

*Please do not rub in the shame of living in the dog-house, please, please, please.*

*"If we could find a good instance of either, then that could work. I will admit, I have not had a lot of time to look into that."

Though, really, any of the classrooms would count as abandoned.*

*As it turns out, there is an entire sub-school for mimes, hairdressers, telephone sanitizers, and other useless professions. Taking over a long abandoned salon-study area is no problem at all.*

Why, it really is amazing that they built all this and then locked all the students inside to starve. Do you think there was some purpose to it, or mere neglect?

Edited 2012-11-12 19:36 (UTC)

*"Honestly?", one of the two responded, finger on her chin. "I'm more amazed that so many of them didn't think to just use the window to escape. Considering it was open." Nonetheless, the equipment's all in good order. Would you like something to drink?"*

"I suppose it is a marvel that they never noticed. And yes, a drink would be wonderful, thank you. Tea if you have it, though I think we should perhaps not stand on ceremony."

After all, Rozalin had little to fear from drugs-her own ferocious regeneration meant that she could take as much as a rhino to knock out.

*The two guide Rozalin to one of the hairdresser's chairs, while one goes off to find a spot appropriate for preparing tea - conveniently, tea she had brought, which had enough drugs to slowly knock out most rhinos with a single cup.

The other, on the other hand, asks, "May I undo your hair for you, Princess?"*

*Rozalin accepts the cup with a delicate hand, and sips it experimentally.*

This is fairly sweet for my taste. How much sugar did you add exactly?

*The other succubus gets the nod to address Rozalin's various hair ornaments, which are thankfully, not solid gold, though the star-rubies in them are quite real.*

*As the maid starts gingerly working to remove the ornaments - surprisingly, she knows the right order to remove them without pulling Rozalin's hair, the other bows.*

Ah, my apologies, I should have asked first.

*She takes the cup back. Even that sip would probably be a start, though... And she would be back in a minute, this time with a less sweetened green tea. That was just as drugged.*

*Well, at least there is some good taste in servants. After all, if she didn't know the right way to take them out, a more impatient demoness might rip her heart out.*

Consider it a lesson in how to better serve your mistress.

*Now that's ironic. And it's too bad that Rozalin can actually taste the drug, though it comes through simply as sugar to her tastebuds. Her eyes flutter briefly-perhaps she's nodding off already?*

I'm not really sure we have time for the full treatment...maybe just the hair and nails.

*The one who served the tea nods, guiding one of Rozalin's hands to the armrests so she can begin her work - leaving the other free to enjoy the delicious sleep-inducing tea.

The other, meanwhile, has put on gloves and is starting to shampoo Rozalin's hair. The shampoo, naturally, has even more of the drug in it. Evangeline likes her overkill, it seems.*

*Since she's already taken a lethal dose for a human and simply seems a little drowsy, Evangeline is not getting overkill here. She is getting points for planning ahead.

Though...Rozalin does seem to notice something is up when she yawns, a flash of deadly fangs and then staring at her teacup.*

W-wait, what is going on here?

Edited 2012-11-12 22:31 (UTC)

*The Succubus doing Rozalin's nails looks up towards her. "If you are tired, you may go ahead and nap for a bit. We can be done before you wake up."

All the while, the shampoo was doing its share of the work now, especially combined with a gentle, massaging touch.*

*Rozalin suddenly struggles to get up, wings of mana spreading through the chair and her power flaring out as she tries to unseal her strength. But it's too little too late, and she only succeds in standing fast enough to make the blood drain from her head and swoon forward onto the floor.

She still has her extra eight wings spread-and they're at least 20-30 feet wide.*

Edited 2012-11-12 22:37 (UTC)

*Even half-mindless minions of a vampire know when to step back. As Rozalin fell to the floor, however, the two's smiles came back - followed soon by Evangeline walking into view.*

... Hrm. So she's got more power to her than I thought. But not enough.

*Not taking any risks this time, Evangeline - careful not to step or lean on the wings - leans in and bites the Overlord.*

*CHOMP*

*Well, okay, it takes a little bit of chewing to get through the mana reinforced skin, but Eva gets a nice big drink of Rozalin's blood and-whoa, whoa, whoa! That's a LOT of power in there. Someone was really holding back.*

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