Ellen, Johnny Depp, Gwyneth Paltrow and Paul Bettany all played an incredibly revealing round of “Never Have I Ever.” You won’t believe what they revealed!
Ellen, Johnny Depp, Gwyneth Paltrow and Paul Bettany all played an incredibly revealing round of “Never Have I Ever.” You won’t believe what they revealed!
Scar yells for Mariela to run off into the Maze, as he sets to try and defeat those that seek to harm her. Namely, Lydia, the Princess of Greed.
Scene setting : The Maze of Greed.
Co-written with Dessy.
Dessy : Mariela’s green eyes watched from behind the mask as the raven fluttered in front of him, turning back into the man Lydia was seen with at the ball. Her eyes squinted as she tilted her head, looking at the mirror he held in his hand. Soon Lydia’s face showed up, and Mariela widened her eyes before looking over at Scar, who she was now standing behind. Her gaze turned back to the mirror, and back to the Princess of Greed – the one she had trusted with her life, but now felt nothing but anger and betrayal. She saw the flick of his hat and looked down at it, staring at it for a few minutes before turning her gaze back up.
“Since when did you ever care about a woman’s heart? I always thought you were too wrapped up in a set of tits to even bother to care for a woman truly.” Lydia spoke, and this caused Mariela to widen her eyes before she looked down at Scar. The Alp was in love with her. That was it. That was why he asked her to be his date to the ball. That was why he was so eager to get her out of there and protect her when he was supposed to be serving Lydia. It all made sense now – sort of. Everything but the part about Lydia and Mariela’s supposed “greatness” and what Lydia wanted her for. Once again, she looked down at the hat, and one of her gloved hands that was behind her back had reached out to grab it.
But then Scar had run towards the raven man and the mirror.
Mariela quickly reached out and caught the hat in her hands. Afterwards, she kicked off the heels she was wearing that way it would easier to run. She looked up as Scar yelled for her to run, and she opened her mouth to speak, but instead she grabbed the bottom of her dress with her hand that wasn’t holding his hat, and she began running. Eventually she couldn’t hear the fight from behind her, but she continued running through the maze like Scar told her to do.
Razorbackwriter: Blood dripped from the corner of Scar’s mouth as he had taken a violent punch to the right side of his jaw. The hit was enough to throw him off balance, but if you could see the raven man, he was in really bad shape. A lucky punch was all he had managed to get in so far, and Scar was just getting warmed up. Seeing Lydia make a run for it down into the mysterious maze, the Alp found his courage. Scar spat a blood lugey on the ground at the Raven man’s feet and snarled.
“So, Blackie. Lydia’s got you doing her dirty work now, eh? Feathering her nest too?”Scar circled around the raven man menacingly, who was trying to back away. It was safe to say without Lydia’s presence, he was not the courageous fighter after all. The mirror had been smashed into many pieces and littered the ground at the two men’s feet. The reflection had gone to black, as the other Lydia was in the main glass mirror at the center of the Labyrinth. The Raven man went to swing again, but Scar was faster. He snatched the raven man’s wrist and turned his arm in such a way, that it had the raven man’s knees buckling, and he went crashing to the ground. Scar grinned, his teeth stained with blood as he twisted harder. Bone could be heard to break and the raven man screamed in agony.
“STOP!…STOP!” His cries though went unheard, as Scar roared loudly and snapped the man’s arm. Instantly, the raven man changed back to that of the bird, and tried to flap its wings, but one of them was broken. It flailed about pathetically on the ground and this was when Scar tilted his head with a glorious grin spreading across his face.
“You…WILL NEVER HARM HER!” His boot came crashing down on the raven, breaking it’s neck. Blood spurted out from beneath his heal, as he stomped on the raven three more times – ensuring it was dead.
Scar finally came to his senses, and started to wipe the blooded feathers and guts off his boot. A sigh of relief released from his lips, but then he remembered that Mariela was now lost somewhere in the maze. Scar would find her, so long as she held onto his hat. Glancing back at the palace, which now had all its doors and windows sealed with a black crystal, Scar knew he had more time and took off after Mariela, in the efforts to catch up with her again.
Deeper in the maze, around the next turn from where Mariela was running, as a statue of a woman, with snakes and charms adorned around her near naked body. At the approaching footsteps, the eyes of the statue suddenly opened and the snakes all hissed – raising their heads.
Dessy: Mariela didn’t know how far she had ran, or where she was. All she knew was that she needed to keep running. Running through a maze wasn’t as easy as one could imagine. Every dead end Mariela would run into, she’d have to run in the other direction. This happened a few more times as the young witch continued to run. She didn’t stop, not even to take a breath or look at where she was going. She didn’t look back or turn around. She kept running.
She could see the castle and she noticed that the doors and windows were sealed. Apparently, the commotion in the ballroom was a lot worse than Mariela had originally thought. But she didn’t have time to stop and think about that – she had to keep running. She wasn’t sure if Scar had stopped fighting, or if he was looking for her or not. She had no clue, and even now as she ran for her life she was still confused on what was going on.
Mariela made a turn, and there she was met with a statue of a woman covered in snakes and charms. When she stepped closer, she saw the statue’s eyes open and this caused her to stop in her tracks and take a few steps back. Then she heard hissing, and the snakes from the statue started raising their heads up. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Mariela said in frustration with a huff.
Razorbackwriter: The statue was made from marble. A fine and delicate white that was veined with a darker colour grey. The likeness to a real creature was uncanny, as though it was crafted by the most skilled of sculptures. But as Mariela would discover, there was much more to this statue than met the eye. The loud groan and cracking sound as the statue became animated would give the young witch great cause for concern and fright. There were about eight snakes that had curved their way around the statue’s body, and each was slithering against the cool of their Mistress’s marble skin. But as they moved, they each started to change colour, with vibrant gold rings that looked to be pumping some sort of toxin through their veins. It was a terrifying spectacle, only to be made worse with the shivering sound of their tails. Each set of snake eyes focused upon the young witch, their glowing yellow eyes ever fierce as one by one the heads snapped their jaws at Mariela.
In another part of the maze, Scar was running hard. Going as fast as he could to find his beloved little witch; Mariela. No doubt he had given her a good head start, but he also knew of the dangers that lurked within the hedged walls of the maze of Greed. It was not designed to be a fun obstacle course. Oh no. This was meant to be a one time only trip. Those that entered would be lucky to leave with their lives.
Lydia…..had made sure of that.
“I’m coming, Mariela!” The Alp cried out. His face contorted with the fear that something could happen to her if he was not fast enough. The maze like tracks kept leading him to dead ends, and his frustration was building. If only he had the time to explain the magic of the hat. Scar had never ever given it to anyone before. It was what made him who he was and in inexperienced hands, it could be deadly.
Another dead end.
“Mariela….if you can hear me. Put the hat on!”
Back at the statue, the evil looking snake woman lunged towards Mariela. Her clawed hands snatching at the air, trying to get a hold of her, while her snakes hissed and her charms and necklets clinked.
Dessy: Mariela observed the statue carefully. It was made from marble, and had to have been sculpted from a very experienced sculpture – it looked too much like a real creature. The statue groaned, and Mariela’s face quickly twisted to one of concern. She took two more steps back. Mariela’s green eyes scanned over each snake, watching them change color, the entire time taking more and more steps back. Mariela turned her head to look behind her, before looking back at the statue. Where was scar? And what the hell kind of a maze was this? This seemed more like a death trap. Then again, Lydia probably planned it that way. All of this was Lydia’s doing. Evil, traitorous bitch.
As Mariela kept stepping farther back from the statue, her mind wandered on what to do. She couldn’t run. Fighting would probably just end badly. Scar sure as hell wasn’t any help. So what was she supposed to do? She then heard someone calling her name. It was faint – but she recognized Scar’s voice. “Scar!” the witch yelled back. She heard him mention the hat and she looked down at it. Of course! The hat! Why the hell didn’t she think of that sooner?
She looked up at the statue, then back at the hat. She quickly ripped the mask off of her face, dropping it on the ground. Then as soon as the statue lunged towards her, Mariela put on the hat and stepped to the right. The statue couldn’t seem to find her again. She was invisible. “Huh… The little Alp’s hat isn’t just a ridiculous accessory, after all.” she spoke aloud. She took this moment to turn around and start running again. If Scar was looking for her, whenever he found her mask on the ground, he should know what direction she ran off to. Hopefully.
Following on from “The Unveiling”, the Masquerade ball is not going exactly as the Princess of Greed had planned. Those that danced the night away risked death.
Scene setting: The Masquerade Ball of Greed.
Co-written with Temp, Zetta, Moo, and Nhal.
Zetta: His head nodded once, but fiercely, just like the look on the man’s face when he was told directly that his princess wanted him around. “I won’t let anyone near you, Princess.” He shortened his eyelids so that his actual iris can peer out of his head, and expand his peripherals far more than it had been. Like so the guard would be able to do better in an effort to keep his word. After all she was powerful in her own right having gone face to face against a dragon, and yet this strong woman wanted her guard to stand by her. Instead of using his abilities to quell all the violence. This only could mean that she had personally desired his presence, the thought would normally make him anything but excited. However in such a setting as this he needed to remain alert, and on her order, alert to everyone around them. A task made difficult when the other princess had gone to her own guard and seemed to be ordering a clean sweep of the people in the crowd; It would be impossible to find a dangerous individual in the midst of a crowd. He simultaneously felt that it was a necessary tactic to save face in front of the other nobles, easily getting control over a bustling group of people was a feat of it’s own and should stop the pointless fighting.. Cecil was done surveying the situation, he glanced once more at the amassed violence.
The royal guard turned back to Gabriel. “We may be safe from the fight mob, but is it really okay to just stand here?” He asked, to the one he saw as unknowing. Although hardly ever aware of her plans, he surely trusted them. His love was smiling, perhaps there was a more to it than idle joy.
When the party suddenly turned violent, Blitz started to ignore his heightened senses, actively tuning them all down except for his sight. While doing this he was simultaneously searching for the two he walked in with, though more specifically the red-haired neko. As an individual she was very capable of defending herself, but against subtle aggression like this she would not even be aware of an offense against her until it was already too late.. This slight worry was canceled when he had finally met eyes with his lover, she was likely searching for him as well, easily identified by his hair and power usage. While he recognized her for he two-toned hair color. Now that he knew she was not drawn into the fighting he focused on his original task. Using the commotion as a fair guise to avoid awed party-goers, with effortless aerial precision the weightless half-god made it to the ceiling and perched himself onto the chandelier. He was mostly unconcerned with the chaos happening, were it not for Astarte his eyes would never even had diverted from his goal..
For the sake of not damaging anyone below him he maintained usage of his flying power to be weightless. He had been thinking to simply shout out Anarchy Division but now that the guards of Greed’s kingdom had mixed into the crowd as well it became an opportunity to prove himself more capable than them at stopping a large quarrel. Now he could enjoy a fight after all. The moment this thought crossed his mind however he heard the beat of a drum, then the voice of a rather important looking woman. She gave orders as if she was the one running the show.. That must be the head honcho in this Kingdom, and so it was actually he guards currently at work. Her issued word was that everyone remove their masks, that worked for him some, so just as it was asked. The man clipped the lower half of his mask between two fingers and flung it away. Before getting a full inch out of his vicinity though the mask disappeared completely, taken into his own realm for any possible future use. He hadn’t anticipated the princess would get involved directly after what happened, there was no means of drawing eyes to him with her presence established now, unless it was from her that Anarchy Division was recognized. So. He made his way to her, moving casually along the air as a bird would over everyone, mostly out of sight. She stood by a guard, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to waste any words on that one..
The man confidently extended a hand towards the now unmasked woman, grinning as he did so. “A fight breaks out in the middle of a friendly gathering. How shabby!” He was aiming to be provoking, the quickest way to get attention, albeit badly. “Your guys are incompetent. Why not hire my co-worker and I to find the one that started this?”
Nhal: Belphegor, lacking a mask of any kind in his current form, tucked his arms behind his back and shook his head slowly. “What a sad display…” His head turned lazily towards Blitz as he moved throughout the room. “Your offering a payed service for that which is the equivalent of playing checkers with a toddler…” He shifted himself towards Lydia. “I shall perform a much more efficient service free of charge, consider it a gift for the celebration of your new reign… After all, simply having your guests remove their masks will not help you find a stranger in the crowd, you do not know each of your guests that personally…” He drifted forwards with a light chuckle. “Besides, solving such a childish puzzle will be at least somewhat interesting for me in comparison to such a dull event.” Moving to the center of the room, Belphegor spun around for a few moments before his sight drifted back to Blitz. “Watch and learn how to do a job properly, It will be of use in your future, i’m sure.”
He raised his hand and a small orb of light drifted towards the Ceiling of the room, as it reached the top, the room immediately became devoured by darkness that not even the keenest of eyes could peer through. “First of all, we prevent escape…” As his sentence ended a sound of grinding and shattering glass echoed throughout the large hall and the room began to lighten up slightly, just enough to see. The doors, windows, and all other forms of entrance or exit became blockaded by a dark black crystal which prevented much of the light from outside from entering the room, and as well it seemed to absorb the light which already remained in the room, seemingly extinguishing it. “I would keep away from those If I were you… They tend to be rather voracious at the best of times.” He gave a soft nod and clapped his hands together, a small light illuminating the room with a dark purple hue. “Now, Shall we solve this little puzzle, Princess of Greed?…”
Moo: Kirsikka hadn’t been following the guard long before they wound up at the blacksmith’s shop. It was filled to the teeth with weapons and armor like any person would imagine. But she didn’t recognize any as the armor in the dreams of the wrath and greed soldiers. Her body solidified from the frost, taking up her usual shape, minus the annoying skirt of the ball gown she’d been wearing. Her mask remained for her own good… “Well, where did they put it?” Her hands moved to her hips, fingers thrumming against the cold fabric of her shortened dress. She turned her head to the guard. “Where’s the Berserk armor?” He was standing guard by the staircase for a reason…let it not be only to guard the merchandise within this room. Kirsikka watched him nod his head once, turning a little slowly to face a door she hadn’t caught before. Well, easy enough…She would move that way. And hopefully Belphegor was keeping himself entertained in the room above.
Gabriel couldn’t have been any more pleased with the events unfolding before her. This entire setup was going to ruin within the first hour of the ball, and it left Lydia looking like an imbecile. She was rushing her guards up from the floor; a completely hilarious situation where they couldn’t manage to stand without catching armor on one another and simply toppling over again. She grinned, moving her hand over her lips in order to keep her snickering to herself with Lydia’s screaming and hollering. Belphegor had remained rather calm and quiet the entire time, but that was boring. Gabriel couldn’t hold herself quite so high.
Cecil was of course on the look out, taking his job as seriously as she’d anticipated. Though as Lydia ordered the masks to be removed, he was more intent on questioning Gabriel about her decision. She moved her hand, sliding his mask from his face before she did the same with her own. “You’re really going to question me?” Her eyes roamed over his face, in which she guessed he might lower his eyes as he normally did. She tutted, offering him his mask. “If someone dared near me…” Well… “They would be made an example. Nobody dares confront me. Not wrath.” Her tone had taken up a hint of hostility, but it was normal. Well, the new normal. Her eyes slid from his while Belphegor moved past and began talking. Some pink haired idiot neared Lydia casually by walking down through the air. If that wasn’t enough to be seen as suspicious, she didn’t know what was. Of course a killer wouldn’t outright make himself known, unless he was as insane as she was. “Hire…” she muttered to herself with the softest of scoffs. The princess of greed wouldn’t waste her time. Either way, it didn’t matter to Sloth while he moved himself toward the center of the room and sent some peculiar object to the ceiling. This was boring… Let Lydia solve it on her own, she would surely find the perpetrator by checking the list. After a couple dozen or so died within the room. The grin split back across Gabriel’s face then.
Astarte had calmed for the most part when she’d made eye contact with Blitz. And while normally she didn’t question what he was doing, as it was usually the best…she understood that he could be compulsive. And now was not the time to be that much. “What are you doing, Blitz?..” she mumbled to herself while she watched him idle on the chandelier. The hellcat moved herself a little closer, but pressing through a crowd to reach him was going to be annoying. She watched as he walked down through the air toward the hostess of the event as she removed her mask, letting it fall to the floor as she didn’t need it any longer. She stared after him while the place where he landed was higher than the ballroom’s dance floor. With the room becoming quiet in regards to being ordered to remove their masks, it was easy to hear her lover’s voice. The word that caught her was incompetent. Was he really going to provoke the princess during a time like this? And even more than that…he was regarding to her as his co-worker…offering that she would help him in the search of this killer. She palmed her face, shaking her head slightly, but paused before looking up again. While it was good to have attention on Anarchy Division, it was debatable this was the way to go about it. But surely, either way…if they caught the killer, it would be impressive or helpful to those in this room. Thus doing their job in a more hands-on way. So it wasn’t all bad, until someone–a prince of all people–would point out there was no need to hire anyone. “Shoulda said for free…” she muttered, ears lowering slightly.
Temp: William had been rather successful in killing his targets while remaining undetected. In fact, there was only one more target left on his list that was attending this party. The man was one of the key demons that brought down the Templar Order, and he would not escape William’s wrath. Unfortunately, it seemed that things were about to change for the worse. Everyone was ordered to remove their masks, and there was a demonic prince assisting in ‘illuminating’ the area due to the situation. There was no time left to hide in the shadows if he wished to kill his final target. While the crowd started removing their masks, William removed something else entirely. A large blade would be seen protruding from a demons face, seemingly piercing him from the back of his skull. What William had removed was Excalibur, which he had then immediately used to kill his final target. As soon as the man was dead and the crowd all turned to look at the scene, William pulled the sword free by flinging the weapon to the side, causing the skull to split open and the body to fling to the side. It was then that William removed the entirety of his outfit, which was the full face mask, cloak, and amulet. Once these items were removed, any and all demons near him would surely feel sick and weak. William was fully armed and wearing his holy armor, Grant. Sanctus, his shield, was then pulled from his back and into his other hand, with Excalibur in the other. “Targets Eliminated…Departure…Imminent.” Darkness wouldn’t hold someone like him in bondage within this place, so the blocked exits really meant nothing to him. Evil like that would be nothing but tissue paper to Excalibur. William had no intention of staying within this building now that his job was done. None of the remaining demons were beings he wished to eliminate, but he would do so should they decided to go on the offensive.
Razorbackwriter: At last, the roadster made it into the gravel drive of the Greed castle estate. Up ahead, the Doctor could see the many carriages and other vehicles that lined the road. It was a large turn out and the Hell’s Kitchen crew were running terribly late. Slowing the car down, the Doctor managed to see a spot that was big enough for his vehicle, and drove it into the space. The Doctor was not really the type of chap that liked making an entrance, but under the circumstances he and his party had little choice. Switching off the engine, the Doctor chortled.
“Better late than never!” His voice full of optimism and pride as he winked at Narcissa. She had scrubbed up real well and was sure to have a few of the Princes of Hell asking for a spot on her dance card.
All the car doors opened simultaneously, and each stepped out into the cool night air, but not before the crew heard the sound of shrieking and yelling came from within the Castle doors. The Doctor paused for a moment, wondering what on earth was causing all the fuss. He glanced back at Loc and Roxanne, who was the creature’s date and exclaimed. “Must be one hell of a buffet!” Little did he know what was really going on.
Escorting Narcissa up the marble stairs, the Doctor glanced up to see the sudden appearance of black crystal on the doorway and windows, which completely blocked all light and noise from escaping from within. For some reason, those within didn’t want any more guests…..or anyone leaving.
The Doctor rubbed his cheek in disbelief. This was most unusual and he stared down at the invitation that he had been sent. “Yes, it was definitely tonight. How odd.”
Wilhelm turned to his little crew and shrugged his shoulders lightly.
“Anyone up for pizza?”
The Princess of Greed stared at the outstretched hand that was offered by Blitz, along with a rather cutting comment about how the whole affair was now a shabby mess. Oh, you could see the delightful tell tale rise of veins appearing on the Princess’s neck, to have this man….and the gall of him saying such terrible things about her first ever ball.
“A fight breaks out in the middle of a friendly gathering. How shabby!”
“Hmmph!” The Princess was not amused. She looked down her nose at Blitz and said in a droll tone “And you are?’Lydia had no clue whatsoever who this chap was, but he had already managed to get on her bad side.
“Your guys are incompetent.”
This brought a roll of the eyes from Lydia, as another six guards fell over in a heap. “Tell me something I don’t know!” Oh the Princess’s bark was worse than her bite. The clincher was of course when Blitz suggested she hire some of his people from Anarchy division. With a swelling of her bosom, Lydia placed her curled fists squarely upon her svelte hips and snorted. “Pay? Pay? This ball has cost me enough already, without having to PAY for extra muscle.” The word muscle emphasized with the very pronounce wiggle of her head. Blitz may have bitten off more than he could chew, but as luck would have it, the Prince; Belphegor happened to put in his two cents – and Lydia for once was impressed.
“I shall perform a much more efficient service free of charge, consider it a gift for the celebration of your new reign… After all, simply having your guests remove their masks will not help you find a stranger in the crowd, you do not know each of your guests that personally…”
Lydia turned and the look on her face was one of admiration and respect.
“My dear Prince. You are indeed a true man of valor. Let’s do this.”
Stepping back, she folded her arms; tapping her mask against her side as she watched the Prince prepare his magic, to seal all of the exits and illuminate the room with a light purple glow. Lydia smirked with glee. Oh, now they get to see just who the culprit for all this drama was. In the back of her mind however, she knew she had other matters to attend too, but for now, it was solving the puzzle.
As luck would have it, the one that HAD been at the center of everything that had gone wrong that evening decided to reveal his true self in front of all the distinguished royals of Hell. The peeling back of the outfit came to show a warrior that was wearing of all things….Holy armor. Lydia gasped at the sight of Excalibur being wielded, along with a holy shield. The light that came from both was almost blinding. The man or….holy being had just killed yet another face in the crowd, and the blood from his kill spurted all over the floor and a nearby rug.
“BASTARD!” Lydia hissed violently, as she grabbed at the edges of her skirt and started to march towards the intruder.“How dare you ruin my ball?!” Her hands began to glow an eerie shade of green as her horns started to emerge out of the top of her head. If it was a battle he wanted, he was going to get it. All the exits were sealed, and there would be no way out. Lydia hurtled a green fire ball towards the man’s right hand to get him to drop the sword.
The Doctor was able to gather himself together in time to take the Hell’s Kitchen Crew off to the Greed Ball. All looking Simply Sensational in their dapper attire.
Scene Setting : Hell’s Kitchen.
Co-written with Temp and Moo.
Temp: Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to actually be able to pick and choose things so well, and yet here he was happily searching for something for her to wear. The poor creature really did seem to be completely infatuated with her, though it’s concept of true love was likely warped. It was kind of sad, but in a way he was like a giant deadly murderous puppy, which just added to the extremely fucked-up-yet-cute thing he had going on. Nevertheless, she already appreciated the big goof, and enjoyed watching him so happily help her. Once he had finally decided on a dress, he brought it over to her with a giant smile planted on his face, for obvious reasons. The dress was certainly interesting and shiny, while the pink feather boa was…well…a pink feather boa. The outfit was something straight out of a movie, where a beautiful lady wanted to steal looks from every pair of eyes possible. She wasn’t really interested in that type of thing, but she would accept the dress and boa happily. “Thank you Loc!” With the dress and boa in hand, she walked into a separate room and changed into it rather quickly. Now wearing the dress and boa, she stepped back into the room and did a couple little spins to show it off. “Well, how do I look?” The only thing that didn’t make sense about her outfit was her head/face-wrap, but such a thing was necessary for the nurse. She had actually grown to like it, and considered it as more of an accessory over time.
Razorbackwriter: Suddenly the door to the fitting room burst open, and there stood the doctor wearing a glorious suit that was like nothing that he had worn before. Black with a silver vest, black cumber-bun, black tie, shiny shoes and a small row of medals that jangled and clinked as he waltzed into the room. His face was obscured by a mask that was like that of a bird. It had a long beak that stretched out and could easily take an eye out if someone got too close. He bore a smile that looked genuine. Flashing brilliant white teeth and sporting a monocle, he was the epitome of style. There was no obvious signs of the sadness he had just been experiencing for he had pushed those memories right into the darkest corners of his subconscious. The doctor did a light shoe shuffle, before twirling a cane. He was like Fred Astaire; dashing and debonair. As Roxanne begged the question on how she looked, the Doctor let out a boisterous “Sensational…simply sensational.” It was as though someone had already popped the Doctor’s cork.
“Right my lovelies….and Loc, let us away to a night of wonder and..new customers!”
The Doctor opened the door only to see a very sad looking Igor, who was missing out on all the fun. The Doctor wiggled his finger at him to show that there would be no sad faces. “Don’t worry Igor, we will give you a blow by blow account of the night’s events, plus I might see if I can rustle up a doggy bag from the buffet!”
Offering Narcissa his arm, the Doctor would escort his Frankenstein bride like creation to the demonic roadster with Loc and Roxanne bringing up the rear. They were quite the foursome, and no doubt all eyes would be on Loc at the Ball. It was all part of the Doctor’s plans to have him exposed in a social setting.
Moo: Narcissa had been somewhat quiet, mostly humming to herself while she put dresses back in place during the time the nurse took to dress herself. It wasn’t until she came out with the pink boa and sparkling dress that the monster turned her head and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her mouth popped open and she gave a squeal for her friend. “You’re like a movie star! Like a princess! Like a diva!” It was mostly her blabbering in the background while the Doctor gave his own appraisal. In which her blabbering turned into an admiration for him as well. She hopped excitedly, somehow, and clapped her hands together, having decided to wait beside Loc. His gloomy face didn’t rain on her parade a bit while the ditzy monster smiled genuinely, tilting her head while she hummed another tune. With the Doctor offering his arm, she took it without hesitation and stepped at his side. She looked proud to be there, happy, and care free. Wilhelm also seemed to be more chipper than he was previously, and it helped to bring her spirits up on the way to the roadster.
Joel and Ava were now on the hunt for clues. The library could be a wealth of information, if you knew where to look. The cat plushie that Selina held was not what it appeared to be.
Scene setting :The City Library, Blood City.
Co-written with Gene and Temp.
Temp: Selina was appreciative of the assistance she was being given, but she felt like she was being looked at strangely by Ava. Mostly everything she had said and done shocked the girl into a new period of time, but why? Perhaps she was like her, a Witch? Or maybe she was someone who hated her kind? Selina really couldn’t figure it out, but she knew that it bothered her. Hopefully Ava didn’t actually have any negative feelings towards her, and instead was either nervous or extremely curious. Either way, she wouldn’t fault the girl.
While Ava was being told what to do, Selina turned her attention back to Joel, who was now questioning the plushie she carried with her. Her head tilted down as she looked at it, then back up to Joel. “Not cursed, but possessed…tis’ a demon in mine service, and the lady helpeth to keepeth me under control.” Joel likely wouldn’t understand what she meant by ‘control’, but she could explain that if he questioned her further on the subject. Tallulah didn’t offer any argument or comments to her revealing this information, which meant that Selina was free to do as she wished. This would help keep her in control of herself simply because she could express things without restraint.
After receiving her instructions, Ava shot a quick smile at Selina and Joel, and then walked away from the two. Purposely, she started at the shelves – dedicated to history – at the far end of where they were. She had to clear her mind. Ava leaned against the shelf, staring at the floor. Selina was a witch. No confirmation was needed; Ava didn’t want or need Selina to perform a spell – she just believed because, upon giving it further thought, witchcraft was a sufficient explanation. Her knowledge about things other than spells, when it came to witchcraft, was limited; her imagination began to run wild, thinking of the possibilities out there. Though, the only way she’d find out is if she began her task.
Removing her bodyweight from the shelf, Ava looked at the top row, tilting her head so she could read the titles on the spine. Some books were, essentially, a repetition of the ones before it, from a different author. There were books from the history of the world, species, even the universe, though she’d expect them to be in the Science section.
Finally, she came across which was much more suited to the ones she was looking for. The palm of her hand opened, and the book flew out from its position, landing in her hand. Her fingers ran over the title, inked into the cover: ‘The myths of the Supernatural’. Opening the book, she began to read the first page.
Ever have the feeling that you are in too deep? Joel was starting to feel this way. From what would be considered fiction to many, this girl was basically saying that she was a High priestess from a fifteenth century coven, and that in her arms she was holding a demon, no less whose job was to keep her under control. Whether the plushie was doing a very good job of that remained to be seen. Joel began to ponder. If she was a being of great power, than why was she in form of a child? Surely a Priestess would be an adult. Again Joel rubbed his chin. Nodding at appropriate times, but keeping a close eye on how this girl reacted to his questioning. She was so upfront, and not holding back, really. This either meant she was telling the truth as she knew it, or….she was the best cosplaying actress on the planet.
Joel checked over his shoulder on Ava, who had now found a book – hopefully one that would give them some insight into Selina. Wanting to keep the girl calm and content, Joel reached into his satchel and pulled out a small packet of mints. He enjoyed these when he was on the bus, or in between classes. He kindly offered the packet to Selina, not as a bribe, but hopefully something she would enjoy.
“Here…these are mints. Very tasty and good for your breath.” Not a great choice of words, but the good intent was there. If she took them, Joel would excuse himself and make his way over to Ava, but not before placing down his satchel at the study table.
“The myths of the Supernatural?” Joel had come up alongside Ava and used the crook of his finger to gain a view of the cover.
“We want facts…..not myths.”
Temp: Selina tilted her head to the side as she looked up at Joel. Her eyes scanned him curiously, and eventually she looked down at Tallulah. He was a very curious man, but he didn’t seem at all familiar with magic. Perhaps he was unique in some way, or perhaps he was genuinely just trying to help her. She happily took the item that was offered to her by Joel, and payed no mind to him walking away and over to Ava. The two were obviously looking for some kind of history on her and her coven, which she didn’t mind. Though, she did think it was pointless.
Eventually, she stepped over to a desk and took a seat, setting down Tallulah on the table as she did so. She then leaned forward on the table and pat the plushie on it’s head, offering it a smile. “Tallulah, thou may speak…I order thou, obey mine words.”Tallulah could be very stubborn from time to time, and she had been that way since the cafe. “A’rite a’rite…sheesh, you didn’t have to invoke a command…whaddaya want?” Selina sighed in relief when she heard the voice of Tallulah, finally the demon had decided to comply, though this time it had no choice. “What doth thou think…about all this?” The opinion of her demonic servant was something that mattered to Selina. “Honestly, I think I shoulda let the real you get used to this world first…but you’re adjusting well enough, other than that old ass speech.”Selina wasn’t exactly comfortable with Tallulah possibly wanting her awakened form out, but she respected her opinion. She let out a sigh as she popped one of the mints in her mouth, finding it’s flavor to be very strange. It was unlike anything she’d ever eaten before. For now, she would remain seated, kicking her feet and enjoying her mints while Joel and Ava did as they pleased.
Frank had always thought of the possibilities of an alien race that was terrorizing the planet. Like the one that took Rory that fateful night. He had no idea that aliens had fluffy tails.
Scene setting : Outside Jax’s Coffee House.
Co-written with Temp and Chor.
Razorbackwriter: For a detective, Frank was pretty clueless – especially when Isa slipped some money into his jacket to help pay for her meal. Being a gentleman, Frank believed that it was only right that he should pay the cheque – even if his salary was barely covering his expenses. Ambling out the door, he happened to hear Isa mention that she had a car. Well that was a relief. Not having to hail yet another cab to Elissa’s place was going to save him a few dollars. Also, he often hated the back seats of New York cabs. You never really knew what you were going to be sitting on. Showing a smile, Frank was all too ready to head for her car, when the oddest looking woman – if you could call her that, approached them and greeted them both in a way that made you think she was from way out of town.
“Hello humans! Your planet is wonderful!”
Now Frank was used to seeing oddities in the city. Why, go to Broadway and you see some amazing costumes and special effects when producers are promoting their plays or musicals. So…when Frank heard the ever so tall kitten girl say“Hello Humans.”, Frank naturally thought it was an act.
“Ahaha. Wow, are you from an off Broadway production? I gotta say, that tail looks so realistic. Kudos to your wardrobe department. I’ll take a flyer if you have one.”
Frank nudged Isa and said. “Do you want to pull her tail as much as I do?”
Chor: Isolde watched Frank’s expression, seeing his interest in the fact that she did have a functioning vehicle, and thanked past Isa for having that smart idea. Honestly, Isolde has spent a ton of money driving her own car around. In the city you don’t need to go far and if you do, there’s always a train. Suddenly, their space was invaded by honestly the creepiest thing Isolde had ever laid eyes on…and she’d seen things; things not many could stomach.
There were no words, Isolde was left speechless, looking this…person? up and down. The tail really made it, though. Isodle barely heard what Frank was saying until he nudged her. She looked up at him, mouth agape like she couldn’t believe her eyes. Knowing full well the human body, she could see that this was something either very strange or maybe…maybe today has been a dream?
“What are you?” she whispered, brows furrowed. Isa felt uneasy, sick even. The world spun and she took hold of Frank’s hand to steady herself. Was this happening? Was Frank really seeing it, too?
Temp: “Broadway?” The name sounded very familiar to her. Whatever it was, it was probably mentioned in some movie that took place in this city. The man thought her to be part of whatever this ‘Broadway’ thing was, but she wasn’t sure how to best respond since she didn’t know what the hell it even was. “I’m not from this ‘Broadway’, but from Vasari…and I’ve come to visit you Humans.” Hopefully she wouldn’t cause any insult towards ‘Broadway’. Offending the Humans wasn’t something that she was hoping to accomplish. “I am Princess Xillia, and I hope to learn a great deal from you all.” She spoke softly and bowed towards the two humans, despite the clear ‘disgust’ that she sensed from the female. Why exactly the female looked at her and brewed such negative emotions was unknown to her, but it was upsetting nonetheless. Perhaps it had to do with her tail that they both seemed fixated on? “I…do you…desire to feel my tail?” She brought her tail forward and held it in front of her, then stepped a bit closer to the two humans with a nervous look on her face. Would letting them examine her tail make them feel better? Perhaps the male, but the female really didn’t seem to like her…sadly.
Razorbackwriter: Frank cocked his head to the right. His brow creasing and yet he still had a crooked smile when the woman claimed not to be from Broadway, but a place called Vasari. And then….the kicker.
“…and I’ve come to visit you Humans.”
The detective blinked at this admission. The girl with the fluffy tail believed herself not to be human and that she was visiting. ~Right~ Now, Frank had met many that claimed to be all sorts of things in lock up; but none of them had a tail. Delusions brought about by drugs was common place, yet as Isa and Frank stood there, the cat girl if you could call her that went on to say that she was a Princess named Xillia and she hoped to learn from them. Not wanting to alarm the cat girl or make her panic with any sudden moves, Frank slowly turned his head toward Isa and then acted as this was all perfectly normal.
“We are in the company of royalty. In New York no less.”
Isa would be able to tell by his tone that he was being sarcastic, but in the same vein – polite. This girl needed to be treated carefully, if she was an escapee from a local mental institution. He was now considering taking her down town to see if they could find out her true identity, but that was the moment she offered her tail for a pat.
Frank glanced at the fluffy tail. It looked so soft. At that point, Frank glanced up and saw the nervousness in her face. The girl was frightened. The detective knew he had to treat her carefully. Moving ever slowly, he reached forward and then with the utmost care, stroked her tail. It was incredibly soft, and fluffy.
“Wow. Softer than minx.” Frank gave Isa a nudge. “Don’t be shy. Just…curtsy and have a feel.” He remembered the girl was royalty and he remembered his manners.
“I’m Detective Malone….Frank Malone.” The Detective bowed slightly, assuming it was the done thing. “And this is Isolde, she’s a scientist.”
Here was Frank, making introductions to an alien. If only he knew the truth.
Chor: There is nothing whatsoever weird about this meeting. Not at all. The sarcastic remark passed through her head after Frank spoke about this…woman being royalty. She had said she was a Princess, but from a place Isa had never heard of. Clearly this girl thought herself an alien…and boy did she look the part. Frank’s idea about a play or musical was a good one, but a convention is what came to Isolde’s mind. Suddenly, Frank suggested she curtsy. Was he mad? She looked incredulously at him, but when he nudged her, wrinkled her nose indignantly before displaying the most respectful curtsy she could manage in shorts that ever-threatened mutiny. When urged to pet the tail, Isa decided aginst it. If she began, it would not end there. Likely she would attempt to examine the creature completely. One thought plagued her mind continuously. Was the extended vertebrae protruding from the pelvis? Was this a real tail or some plastic, ‘furry’ illusion for good fun. Roleplaying was something people took very seriously…Frank only introduced her as a scientist, which was half correct, but it would suffice. She nodded curtly.
“Hallo; Isolde vonGoethe,” she spoke aloud, mouth forming what one might call a friendly smile but mostly looked like ‘I don’t know you, but you haven’t tried to kill me so I’ll be civil’.
It’s Midday on Saturday here in Queensland, Australia. I am catching up on a lot of my stories, which I will be posting more of shortly. In the meantime, I am enjoying some classic rock and decided to share another favorite with you, my readers. Status quo’s “Rockin’ all over the world.” If this song doesn’t get you up and dancing, or singing along – I don’t know what would. ~RB~
“Rockin’ All Over The World”
Ah giddy-up and giddy-up and get away
We’re going crazy and we’re going today
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world
And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I li-li-like it, li-li-like
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world
I’m gonna tell your mama what you’re gonna do
Come on out with your dancing shoes
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world
And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I li-li-like it, li-li-like
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world
And I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
I li-li-like it, li-li-like
Here we go, rockin’ all over the world