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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 6:22 pm
 The Club is in the center of the Lust District, and a well-known and well-reputed brothel. Every paying customer is treated with some degree of anonimity, but you take your life into your own hands if you leave the expansive main lounge. Creatures of lust thrive off sexual energy, and often draw their victims into the entagling lower sections of the building before draining them completely. Buried somewhere in the depths of this massive compound is the headquarters for the Chains gang.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:52 pm
Belial gently curled its fingers over the arms of the high backed chair, brushing its long silvery hair back from its currently feminine face. Slender legs crossed under a shimmering gown as a pair of brilliant blue eyes that spoke only of innocence and purity shone out from its alabaster skin. "So...." it purred, looking across the table to where the two mercenaries waited. "We are in agreement then?"
Pungo nodded, his finger steepled as he reclined in his own chair, his dark hair tucked neatly behind his ear. "We will infiltrate the Real Illusion headquarters in order to draw them out into an attack. We trust the money is safe in our account?"
Belial chuckled. "Children of Mammon through and through, both of you." It stood, trailing its fingers across the table before seating itself just in front of them, its smooth legs just barely concealed beneath its shifting gown. "Trust is a funny thing. You should never give all of it to someone, as they will most likely turn right around and stab you in the back." It smiled. "But yes. The money is in your account."
Intorqueo moved his gloved hand to his chest, giving a bow from the waist, his silver hair falling down over the protective visor that sheilded his eyes, inscribed with all manner of bindings. "Then I'm sure a surprise is soon to come." He did not clarify who would be receiving the surprise, but merely kept his mouth shut in a thin smile as Pungo stood and lead the way back up through the Club.
Belial gave its own small smile, hopping down to sashay back into its office, decorated in dark seductive colors. Lounging back across it divan, it sighed, trailing its fingers back through its hair. "Soon, Dokuro...soon we'll meet again."
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Pungo stepped off the elevator to find himself back in the Club's main lounge. Lush carpeting padded his footsteps, as various denizens of the Underworld partook in pleasures of the flesh. Ignoring what he was sure were cries of estatic pleasure, he passed out through the double doors, barely glancing left or right.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:59 am
Suddenly, two unconscious guardians were thrown into Belial's office, breaking the door. "Who was it?", Belial asked quietly. Third guardian answers, injured: "Sorry, master Belial... It's Dokuro... We tried to stop him, but-" But something looking horse covered in fire knocked him out. "Bel. We meet again." Riding on the flaming horse, was Dokuro. "Do you like one of my new weapons?" He asked smiling. "His name is Mustang." Belial sighs and says "Oh, Dokuro, Dokuro... At least you didn't exploded the lounge this time."
"By the way, why you came to meet personally? It is not familiar to you." Dokuro turns out serious and says: "Balmung is escaped from Calvario. You should know we are his mandatory objectives."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 1:20 pm
Belial sighed, making its way across to its chair, running its fingers back through its hair. "You were the one who was supposed to take of him, Dokuro, not me." It steepled its fingers. "I take it...Mustang did you call it? Yes, well, Mustang should help you plenty. Though I suppose you still want my help, don't you?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 8:18 am
"Yeah..." Dokuro said. "It is supposed to be your own SP Ghost. Here's the disc and activator." He took from his pocket two disces and a red activator. "The red one is Mustang's disc, the blue one is mine, I show with this, how Ghosts are activated." Dokuro gives the red set to Belial and throws blue activator into air after putting disc into it. Suddenly, a eagle covered into water appears. "Mustang is a Fire Horse Ghost. And mine is Rain Eagle Ghost, Hawke." After the show, Dokuro suddenly vanishes into mist.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 7:01 pm
Belial raised its eyebrows, toying with the disc. "Not my head he's after..." It slid the disc in between its breasts for a moment before sighing. "Ah well. Best go talk to the brat." Standing, it shifted once more, now a young silver-haired child with mis-matched eyes, strange marking running across its body.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 6:40 am
Few days later few grunts shouts in the lounge. "Belial, Belial, it is a emerengy situation!!!"
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