#ravenastor

[kresnikxkaden]

"Alright, since you insist," Kaden said, his smile anything but amused. He quickly grabbed both of Raven's wrists and forced them behind his back as he handcuffed him. The kresnik wasn't in any mood this evening when both Morozov and Thatcher were out of commission and Halloween in general was a shit show of drunks not knowing how to control their tempers or fists. Oh, and slaves wielding legitimate blades in the middle of a night club that he swiftly confiscated. He'd been groped and grabbed at enough for one night with Raven being the last straw on his patience. "Party's over, kid," he declared as he guided the wolf out of the club and into his cruiser to take him to the station.

"Who said I'm not cooperating?" Raven raised a brow and smirked on the new position. "We can also do it here, officer. I got no complaints." He reached down and palmed the man's bulge. "That's a big gun you have down there, is that real too?" He straightened himself and pressed his back against his body. "Come on, there's a party going on you should relax a little. Though I'd pretty much be happy to take this somewhere else. You may even handcuff me, if that's your kind officer." He winked. "Oh.. the blade? From the costumes. Look you can't be ghostface without a knife."

[nottheangel-raphael]

Maybe Raphael was going a little too far with his plans but he had his reasons, more personal than factual to get a solid guilty conviction on Roman Thomson. And for that he'd need all the help he could get, even if that came in the form of a very agreeable seeming slave that seemed desperate for his freedom. He'd learned from the guards that Richard or Raven was such a slave who complained about the poor conditions down in the Undercroft and apparently came from money. He seemed like the best bet to make a deal as he requested him for a rental to be delivered to his suite.

"You must be Richard, yes? Or is it Raven?" the ghoul asked upon opening the door to the slave and a guard. He stepped aside, inviting the wolf into his luxurious suite. "Please, come in. Would you like something to drink?"

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[kresnikxkaden]

"That's because it is real," Kaden said. It wasn't the first time someone asked him if he was a stripper cop for Halloween either tonight or in his entire career. It rolled right off him as did Raven's wandering hands. He jerked away from the slave and grabbed the wrist that held the very real knife that glinted in the neon lights. In one swift motion he spun Raven around and jerked his arm around his back like he was about to cuff him. "I reckon we can do this down in the station if you don't want to cooperate," he warned. "Where did you get that blade?"

The boy glared on the sudden intrusion. He was about to get it with the cute slave when the handsome man appear. His expression quickly changed and he walked closer. "Hello daddy." The drunk werewolf moved close, his arms wrapped around the male's neck and he quickly invaded his personal space. "Outside? Outdoor fun. I like it." He looked at the shiny badge and nodded. "It looks real, your costume seems authentic. So what are you supposed to be? The hot stripper cop?" The boy slurred on his words and he pulled out the knife out of his pocket. "You gotta guess who I am supposed to be yet. Come on. I even got a real knife." He insisted, and he began to dance again, getting lost into the music. He grabbed the cop's badge with his teeth and smirked. "Outside you say?" He spoke, but his words barely audible with the badge in his mouth. "Let's do it here." He reached out and touched the man's rear.

[kresnikxkaden]

Halloween had a tendency to bring out the lunatics on such a spooky night and Krovs Town wasn't any different. He'd already received a few calls, some bogus others not so much. The council decided to once again leave it up to the villagers to throw their parties and that only provided fuel for the fire of chaos tonight mixing drugs and alcohol wherever one attended. With both Ransom and Mason out tonight and under De Luca's arms in Euphoria, the police station was down half of its men to deal with everything.

This one he wasn't sure what to make of it. A few people called from Euphoria mentioning a slave with a real knife in the middle of the club. It wasn't hard for the kresnik to find the suspect in question, swiftly honing in on the blade glinting underneath the neon lights in the middle of the dance floor. Sure as hell wasn't plastic or foam. Kaden pushed his way through the crowd, coming upon Raven and another individual grinding against each other. "Think you'll have to wait on that, son," he said loudly over the music to catch the werewolf's attention. Once he had it he produced his badge to show the younger. "I'm goin' to need you to step outside with me."

Despite how much Raven hated Krovs, he could not help but admire it for the lavish parties. As an unclaimed slave, he didn’t have much of a choice for the costume, so he grabbed the ghost face mask, took his shirt off and he wore a very short shorts. It was the quickest one he could come up with. He grabbed a knife from the counter and walked around holding it. Nobody questioned him, as it was technically a part of his costume.

Alcohol was given for free and the boy made the most out of it. Soon, it had an effect of him. He laughed and kissed random strangers moving from after another. As the night went on, things have gone more chaotic, more bodies cramped on the dance floor and he mindlessly flung his knife around dangerously. Soon, he found himself holding on another, tongue trailing on his neck, tasting his sweat off. He moaned against his skin and humped against his groin. “Let me see your ass.”

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[nottheangel-raphael]

"Is that all?" Raphael asked with a subtle drawl in his tone. "I can see about possibly making that work." Of course he likely wouldn't but Raven wouldn't know that. Why would Raph go out of his way to help a lowly slave find freedom and comfort in this place? "We'll see how this trial goes and if you're convincing enough to earn it by helping me win. How well do you know Roman Thomson down in the Undercroft?"

“Fine. Call it whatever you want.” Raven only cared of what he would gain anyway. The wolf thought of it. “I learned how the castle works. I know the only way out of Undercroft is being claimed so you should help me find a master who would. Someone I can tolerate.” He said. “Also, while I’m in Undercroft I want comfort. My cot smells like puke and there’s nothing to do down there. A new bed, new sheets and new pillows. I need to survive that place at least. And I want new clothes. The ones you gave me are shit.”

[nottheangel-raphael]

"I wouldn't call it an obstruction," Raphael replied, swirling his drink in his glass in consideration. "We'll claim it's more of an assistance." Half the council seemed to possess working brains while the other half appeared hell bent on throwing baseless accusations at anyone who breathed and doing absolutely nothing in finding facts to go with them. His dark eyes flickered over to the wolf again as he sipped his drink. "What would you like in return?"

“Thank you. I’ve always liked it.” ‘Richard’ only gave him goosebumps and it sounded so formal. It was a name that stayed on paper. He gladly took the drink and took a sip from it. “This is probably the finest drunk I’ve ever hard.” Not even the most expensive ones were at par with it. Was that something only magic can do? “Roman Thompson.“ A guy he barely knew and only saw in a few occasions. He took another sip as he listened to Raph’s explanation. “You want me to obstruct justice from its rightful course and commit a crime against the law.” Well if Krovs law were the same way in London’s, then there was big risk involved. Given his situation, it was the only way he could get his freedom. He longed for a councilman to take notice, and perhaps now was his chance to take it. “Your request is quite heavy. It is only right that I make my own demands, is it not?”

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael waved his hand, dark energy flourishing from his fingers and shooting over towards a decanter full of the finest whiskey and crystal glasses. Magically the decanter and two glasses hovered in the air as whiskey filled each of the glasses before they floated over towards the two men. Raph held out his hand as he caught his while Raven's glass gently flew into his palm as well. He sat across from the slave and crossed one leg over the other.

"Raven suits you," he commented. "I'll just cut to the chase, Raven. I'd like you to help me in my case against another slave, Roman Thomson. I want a guilty verdict and I believe you might be the right amount of brains and beauty for the job. In exchange, I'd be willing to grant you a few favors. What do you think? Would you be willing to get on the stand in a court room and answer a few questions?"

Raven quickly learned the trade of the caste. After getting a good punches from the guards for his outrage, he was finally calmer. Perhaps it was time to use his head instead of impulse at the moment. When he was requested by a master, he was hesitant but complied. The guards were surprised of his behavior and he himself was as well, of how he managed to keep the boiling anger deep within. The walk towards the master’s suite was quiet. The castle looked lavish, but it wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before. Back in the 20s, in old London, he had a luxurious, perhaps even more elegant house than the castle itself. He barely glanced on the expensive paintings and decorations the castle had to offer. He had seen it all. When the guards left him in front of the master, it took everything in him not to punch his face. Werewolves were known for their temper but, he reminded himself that perhaps he might be his way out of the Undercroft.

“Give me something strong. A whiskey.” The master’s suite looked like a different place. A modern design in contrast of the castle’s gothic look. “Far too bright for my taste.” He commented and sat down on the soft couch. Finally he didn’t have to suffer the creaking cheap cotton they called his bed. “It’s Raven. Richard is far too formal. The only person who had called me that was my father.”

[nottheangel-raphael]

– END –

"Is that all?" Raphael asked with a subtle drawl in his tone. "I can see about possibly making that work." Of course he likely wouldn't but Raven wouldn't know that. Why would Raph go out of his way to help a lowly slave find freedom and comfort in this place? "We'll see how this trial goes and if you're convincing enough to earn it by helping me win. How well do you know Roman Thomson down in the Undercroft?"