Scene setting : Greed Castle.
co-written with Temp, Moo & Dessy.
Moo: So it had worked. The pair were escorted directly to the throne room. Though they would not find who they had anticipated. Upon entering the room, they would see an almost average looking woman, save her beauty. Confusion set over both Serin’s and Oroan’s faces as they came to a stop in the entrance of the room. Oroan was nudged forward at that point, and he took a step forward before pausing. The guards wouldn’t be leaving, then.
“Where is Mammon?” his gruff voice asked. Where his eyebrows should have been, furrowed down in more confusion. Had he retired to his chambers? No–that didn’t matter. He mentally shrugged it off. If Mammon wasn’t here, it would be easier to collect the troublesome imp, who was standing feet away from the woman. Great. His eyes trailed over to her for a moment.
Serin remained silent, her expression unreadable. Though she would also gaze at her friend, longing to reach out for her. Nami! Her thoughts would reach the imp due to the close quarters.Disappear…we’ll be your distraction. Serin’s gaze would return to the woman as well, tilting her head slightly while the pair awaited an answer.
Temp: Nami knew that there had to be some way out of this, and was determined to figure it out on her own. However, her thoughts completely trailed off as one of the people actually seemed to ‘stand up’ for her. Having her hands spared in exchange for a prison sentence was definitely an upgrade. She would definitely take one or the other, though being let off with a warning was definitely the best option. For a moment it sounded like the other woman, the one in charge, was going to reject the idea. This made her nervous…but then the woman went ahead and agreed. Well, this situation was turning out better than she thought it would. Her eyes had trailed around the room, and eventually back to the kinder of the two women. She was just about to ask for forgiveness, only to be completely thrown off by Serin and Oroan. This complicated things…sort of. Serin’s thoughts quickly flowed through Nami’s mind, which were about a distraction of sorts. Without giving it another thought, she once more turned invisible. She wasn’t about to leave empty handed though. Now invisible, she hopped back to the Chalice that she had originally gone for. It was quickly snatched by her, followed by her running towards the same place she entered the room from. Just like she had entered, she poofed out of the room and sprouted her wings. She would then descend to the ground below and find a place to hide while she waited for Serin and Oroan.
Dessy: “I understand she is a thief, but I still find the punishment cruel.” Mariela said to Lydia again. She frowned as it seemed like Lydia was going to protest, but gave a smile when she agreed. “Alright. I’ll deal with her.” she said, watching Lydia walk off as she turned to look back at Nami. She looked at the girl, pursing her lips as she thought things through. She opened her mouth to speak, but the guards came in with a woman and a man, saying they were here about Gluttony. She turned to face them, putting her hands behind her back as the man was nudged forward.
She raised an eyebrow when he asked where Mammon was. “Mammon is dead. He died in the war at Wrath. Lydia is the new Princess of Greed, and she’s occupied at the moment.” she spoke with a soft and gentle tone in her voice. “May I ask who you are?” she then asked gently, She turned her head just in time to see Nami disappear, and the chalice leaving the throne room, and she jumped and took a step back from shock. “Guards. See if you can find her and the chalice, and bring her back here. Unharmed, please. I’ll be okay here.” she said, but wasn’t strict or mean while doing it. She gave them a light smile and nod, before they ran off. “Were you two with her?” she then asked, only out of curiosity. She had no plans of harming or hurting anyone. Actually, she wanted anything but that.
Razorbackwriter: Scar shuffled along behind Lydia, sniffing as he did so. He thought it was strange how Lydia left Mariela to deal with the thief, especially since she appeared to be a tricky little thing. Lydia kept up her pace before turning into the grand study where Mammon spent much of his time. Old books, a large oak desk with comfortable leather chair in behind. It had a certain old world charm, and Lydia adapted to it quickly. She waltzed around the desk and sat herself down, fanning out her large skirt.
“Now…who to invite?” Lydia mused, taking out the quill from the ink well and brushing the feather end to her right cheek. Scar came to a stop, then had to ask; “Why did you leave the witch to deal the punishment, Mistress?”
Lydia stared at the alp blankly, then said with a dead pan voice. “Cause she has to learn. Not everyone is as good as she is, and I bet your bottom dollar that the thief has already made a run for it.” In fact, Lydia was almost certain of it. “If Mariela is to be Duchess of Greed, she needs to pick up a few skills. Think of this as a test.”
Only thing was it was a test that Mariela knew nothing about.
Lydia then took out a large pile of pretty papers, and started to write out invitations to the masked ball she had planned.
Moo: “Dead..?” Oroan asked an open ended question, as if prompting the witch to explain it further. “War?” He shook his head slowly, confused. There had been a war in wrath, and they didn’t know about it? More so…they had found Belial’s corpse only yesterday. It had been ignorant of the two not to investigate it further. It seemed a ruckus was occurring between princes. “Who killed Belial?” he asked. “We found his corpse last night in the town square…only to be attacked by someone I’ve never seen before.” Normally the brute wouldn’t speak so much is so little time. He was known to be silent unless addressed, and even then, he was reserved. Information like this, however, would bring a more social side to him out.
Serin let out the softest breath possible, like a hidden sigh of relief. Nami had escaped. Although Serin hadn’t expected her to take the chalice along with her. Good girl, Nami… Golden hues turned back in time to notice the female before them had noticed, though a little too late. Nami would be safe before any guard reached the end of that hall. Hellhounds, though…that might have been different. Hopefully the imp had made it past the gates by the time they brought those out.
“We’re not with her,” Serin said easily. Her posture was relaxed as her gaze fixed on the woman’s eyes. “I’m Serin, and this is my friend…Oroan.” Her hand swept to the side of her to turn her palm over, gesturing to the brute. “Gluttony sent us with a message regarding the discovery of Belial’s corpse. But…it seems Greed knew much, much more than we had.” It was an easy lie, given the conversation Oroan had cooked up with his curiosity.
Indeed, her own curiosity was now peaked. Mostly in regards to who Lydia was and how she’d come into possession of the throne. But it was better left unanswered, she felt. Meeting the new princess…well…who knew what she was like. “We were sent with this message yesterday, but thanks to our attacker, we were forced to seek shelter for the night and make our way here as quickly as we could thereafter.”
Dessy: “You didn’t know there was a war at Wrath?” Mariela asked with a confused expression. She was sure everyone knew about it, so hearing that someone didn’t shocked her. “You were attacked in the town square?” Mariela then asked. “What did this attacker look like?” she asked afterwards, turning her head to listen to Serin speak. She gave a nod of her head when she was done speaking, before turning to one of the guards that were left in the throne room. “Go get Lydia, please.” she asked, turning to look at Serin. “Princess Lydia would want to hear this news herself, especially about this “attacker” you are speaking about. She’d also do a much better job of informing you about the war than I would.”
The guard headed up to the study, knocking on the door until he was called in. “Your Highness, a man and a woman are in the throne room that showed up soon after that thief girl was caught. As soon as they entered the throne room, the thief disappeared, and they claim they have news from Gluttony. They also known nothing about the war. Mariela is with them now and sent me up here to inform you, thinking you’d want to talk with them yourselves.” he then spoke to the Princess, awaiting her answer.
Razorbackwriter: The guards report had stopped Lydia dead in her tracks. The quill being placed firmly back into the ink well as she placed her hands on the desk and pushed herself to standing. Each sentence was making her look more and more like a volcano that was about to explode. First two strangers appeared with new of Guttony that knew nothing of the war, and the thief that Lydia had left in Mariela’s capable hands had done a vanishing act. Probably with the chalice as well.
“So….she sent you up here to fetch me to deal with the guests AND the runaway thief. Uh huh.”
Lydia practically flew around the desk, nearly knocking over Scar in her wake – what with her large dress and skirt taking up a lot of room. “Do I have to do everything myself?” She uttered as she left the study and raced down the corridor, then the winding stair case towards the throne room. As she passed her servants, they bowed and acknowledged her but with the speed she was going, you would think her ass was on fire.
Turning the last corner, she appeared in the doorway of the throne room and spotted the pair. A male of considerable size, and a slightly smaller female. There was no sign of the thief, but there was a very flustered looking Mariela. Lydia raised her chin as she entered the room, and made sure her voice was heard when she approached the trio.
“I have been informed that you both seek a word over Gluttony. Interesting. You know nothing of the war of Wrath,?”Lydia thought the war would be the talk of all the Kingdoms in hell. Taking out a fan and snapping it open, the Demon of Ambition fanned herself, while Scar snuck back into the room, sniffing around for the thief. She was nowhere to be found. Poor Mariela. So much for her good intent.
Lydia quirked a brow and then uttered; “Well…what do you both have to say for yourselves? Just what is it that you know of Gluttony?”