House of Chaos (RP as your characters, everyone is welcome)

Meanwhile spectra was panting, standing there with her knifes and trying to catch her breath. "why'd you stop?" She asked between gasps of breath.

"Oh, darling," a suave voice drawled, and a tall, slender man dressed all in black stepped into the room. "If you wanted somebody to choke you, you could have just asked me."

"h-how did you?" She shook the fear from her system but it was still there, like Ice slowly creeping in on her and giving her chills.
How did he know?
That was something private to only her, it should stay that way and yet he knew.

Gatzi settled with water. You could never go wrong with water. She poured herself a glass, still listening in on the situation that was going in within the other room.

Korb pulled himself back, still keeping himself lowered. It was only with the new voice did his eyes break away from the fighting and glance over, though he did not move his head.

"okay then, very interesting attire." she muttered under her breath. She glanced at the new comer, speaking with a suave voice.
Oh so he could feel through those things.
Great.

"will you just shut up?" She turned towards voz with a glare.

The man gave Spectra a cheeky wave and a mock bow.
"Oleander, the King of the Court of Darkness," he said. His voice was syrupy-sweet, in a way that suggested it was not his voice at all. "I'm truly…pleased to meet you."

"Weird flex but okay." She listened to the sugary sweetness, the thick syrupyness of it.
there is no way that is this dude's voice
She watched his every move, noticing the hesitation in his speech.
"I can tell."

Korb turned to the newcomer, if only to see what he fully looked like instead of having to look out of the corner of his eye. He gave his head another shake, his jaw closing - returning to a somewhat normal look, if you could ignore the bits of dark patches of scales on his lower face. There didn’t seem to be much of a fight anymore, so he relaxed, if only a little.

"Oh, a clever one!" Oleander said with a sly smile. "All the better. I do prefer my women to have a bit of spunk. Don't we all?" He tossed in a fake laugh. "But anyways, dearest, was that one-note wannabe bothering you? I cannot stand to see a lovely woman suffer. Unless she enjoys it, of course!"

(I hate Oleander so much lmao, he's awful)

"I suppose if that's your taste in women, I could party agree with you." She commented noticing how fake the laugh was, glancing away as he left before turning back to face the man in front of him.
"I suppose you could say so, the part that bothered me was the fact that he litterally wouldn't die, also came at me for telling the truth." She heard him comment on how lovely she was and she couldn't help but laugh at it.
"I do sometimes, that time it was eh at best." She made a soso sign with her hand. She observed his whole look and then returned to staring at his face.

"Apologies are for the weak!" Oleander interjected. "Don't feel regret for your mistakes, you damn fool. That's how you get tied down with grief and concern and all of those terribly useless emotions that do nothing but make us into weeping, wailing messes. I, for one, would rather live an unrepentant and fun life than be constantly wallowing in the misery of my mistakes, on the rare occasions that I make them."

(Lol he's honestly pretty close to perfect for spectra- I like him a lot lol)

(Thank you, but I would read his character page before, uh, liking him too much.)

Spectra grinned at Ole.
"Are you reading my mind or something?" Hearing those words to her was sweet symphony to the ears, it described how she lived life on an almost perfect note.

(Yeah I will probably end up disliking him but spectra probaby won't,)

"Oh no, of course not," Oleander said. "Nothing so barbaric as mind-reading. Although I suppose I could, if I wished, but I prefer a bit of surprise." With a flourish of a hand, he pulled a bottle of wine into the air and uncorked it before pouring himself a glass.

"I suppose mind reading could be considered barbaric, it's an invasion of a person's mind, soul and everything they are." She pulled her liter and fiddled with it,messing around with it. Pryomanic alert.