Ballroom Blitz – SS.

 

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.
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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.

~RB~

 

 

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