“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” – GS.

With an alien interviewing our four humans about sex, things were bound to get a bit interesting.  It was their reactions that left some red faced…others with a blood nose.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with Chor, Temp and VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With all that was going on, and everyone speaking at different intervals with their own pieces of the puzzle, plus some unwanted attention from inquisitive alien fluffy thing, Tommy forgot what he was. The reporter side of him would have been scribbling down everything being said, including the incredulous tale of the alien and how Isolde and Frank happened to meet her. Instead, however, he felt Elissa’s hand rest on his. Just by this subtle movement beneath the table was enough to take Tommy’s attention off the others in the room, and focus on the girl at his side. He could see in her eyes that there were traces of fear. It was unmistakable. The last thing Tommy ever wanted Elissa to feel, was like that when in his company. This really brought out the protective streak in the reporter, and he showed her that same smile he had earlier, as though he didn’t want her to forget that he was here for her….and her alone. A light squeeze of her thigh would also let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere. Work…could wait.

But back to the trio with their apologies, and stories. First of all, Frank – who was looking like a kid in a lolly shop every time he glanced at the fluffy tail that was swinging back and forth behind Princess Xillia. Tommy was still mad at Frank, and even more annoyed that he would even consider taking his life.

“You’ve got a son, man. That kid needs a father. Don’t ever do something so selfish like that ever again.”

“Tommy…”

“No, you should have told Elissa why you were going, the fact Isa called you. Not leave her hanging like you did.” There was a gruffness in his voice, as you could clearly see, that he didn’t like Elissa being upset, and she had made that abundantly clear.

“Elissa….Tommy. Really, I am sorry. My head was in the wrong place.”

“It was firmly wedged up your arse.”

“Point taken.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, before you could see that they had an understanding. Hell, Tommy would walk across fire for his friend, but he cared for Elissa too much to not want to make it plain that he thought Frank needed to grow up. Or at least start taking responsibility for his actions. He’d been babied long enough over Rory.

While Tommy read Frank the riot act, he may not have noticed but the detective was moving closer to Isolde. At one point he put his arm around her and he almost looked embarrassed when she tried to take the fall for what really was his fault. He really couldn’t fault her. To him, Isolde was perfect. Even if she was wearing Missy’s hoody. She sure as hell rocked the white soccer shorts a lot better too. Frank even leaned back to check that ass again, only to draw back fast and then smile at her, like…“No…I wasn’t just checking out your tush.”

Once Elissa explained more about how they met Xillia, or Princess Fluffy as he liked to call her, Frank nodded enthusiastically. “She’s more friendly than my ex mother’n’law’s cat. Though…I don’t quite get her interest in you two having sex again.” Frank then realized what he had said, and his face when beetroot red, as Tommy glared at him menacingly.

“I swear….I don’t know how she knew. Not like you guys reek of it. I mean….sure we saw the big pash when we arrived.”

“FRANK!”

“And….time for me to shut up.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but then he noticed Elissa was pinching herself. Wondering if this was all a dream. He leaned in and said. “This is too weird to not be a dream, El.” The reporter glanced at the Kitty girl who was again hopeful for an encore. He just shook his head. Not in a million years would he ever entertain the idea of having an audience. What he and Elissa had was so very new and to him, very private.

With Elissa presenting on paper what she wanted to say about how she understood that the two – Frank and Isa just so happened to stumble upon the Fluffy Princess with voyeuristic tendencies. Elissa used bigger words, but everyone got the guest of it. Frank nodded slowly, still trying not to put his foot in his mouth again. He’d done quite enough of that. As the note went around with her introduction, Tommy coughed slightly and added. “Tommy Xo. I’m Elissa’s boyfriend.” he shot Elissa a quick look followed by a wink, then back at all the others. “It’s official as of now.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia continued to bounce her eyes back and forth between the four humans curiously. Some of their phrases didn’t quite make sense to her, but she tried her best to understand them. Everything she had learned about humans was clearly not sufficient. She hoped that these humans would be kind enough to help her understand. The one thing that was making her confused was the woman named Elissa’s method of communication. Unlike the other humans she had encountered who spoke their words, Elissa wrote hers down. Why was that? And why were these two males being so rude to each other? What is a boyfriend? HOW DO HUMANS MATE!? It was all so frustrating! There were so many things she wanted to know, and so many things she wanted to see. “I’m pleased to meet you all. I do hope that I’m not being an inconvenience.” She knew that she had interrupted Tommy and Elissa’s mating ritual, but she hoped they wouldn’t hold it against her. “I am very interested in learning all about you humans, and am especially curious as to how you breed! Can I perhaps witness it? Examine your bodies? I mean, do your methods mirror mine? Do you have the same parts as me? Ohhh…I’m so very curious!” Why was she so curious about how humans ‘got it on’? Well, it had to do with the fact that mating was a celebrated thing among her people, and was a big part of the culture. So it was natural for her to have that sort of thing on her mind. Though, these humans probably wouldn’t understand.

 

VunG:  Elissa wouldn’t bother attempting to communicate as Tommy tore into Frank, or at least let him know what he thought of his intents and gave voice to her own concerns. The most she did was nod meaningfully to the child and ‘firmly wedged up your arse’ bits, managing to strangle off a smirk at that thought. Hopefully the detective got the point between their comments and concern… because while she was still mad as hell with him, she also still cared about him and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

Of course, just as she thought that, she noticed that Frank seemed to be putting on the moves with Isolde. She didn’t mind the fact that he was doing it so much as she found the timing wildly inappropriate… well then again Tommy and she just fucked while there was blackmail material on their table so she supposed she wasn’t one to judge. Still, they were smack in the middle of a knock-down, drag-out meeting. With… a perplexingly horny “alien.” Yeah, unlike Tommy she wasn’t quite as put-off by Frank’s mentioning it, but she definitely found herself frowning as she tried to figure out what to do about fluffy there. Because she wasn’t acting like she was actually perverted, or at least near as she could tell, more like a really over-excited puppy trying to find out what its owners were up to. Didn’t make it any less awkward to think about, her cheeks still red as she realized how badly they’d been caught and how much maneuvering they’d need to do to wiggle out of the alien’s grasp. Tommy’s comment about it being a dream certainly got traction on her, and she scoffed a little in response, but wouldn’t show any special response until Tommy’s proclamation of them being a couple. Despite how sudden it was, she was fine with it, and winked back with a smile of her own.

When the alien began babbling on about wanting to see mating, Elissa promptly pinched her bridge again and wrote out a response, briefly scratching out a word as she went, looking up at Isolde and Frank with exasperation before looking to the alien. She couldn’t bring herself to be mean to her… though she was still cautious about her… and her absolutely ridiculous request. She wasn’t quite as shy as Tommy, but she still wasn’t anywhere near interested in exhibiting herself off for someone else; this was something between two people and she was pretty damn sure that neither of them wanted to do that. Eventually she finished and passed it. ~Xillia isn’t an inconvenience. We had been [something scratched out] not quite mating, just showing affection. At least when you came in. You simply came in suddenly and with Frank, whom we’re a little angry with, if you can’t tell. And you two, if she’s this fascinated with human sex, why have you not put on a show some porn for her?~

Razorbackwriter:  Watching Elissa scribble down what she wanted to say, Tommy leaned in for a better look. He smirked when she scribbled out part of what she was going to say, and in a way he was glad she did. The reporter really didn’t want to have their sex life becoming the talk of the conversation, especially with the overly curious Fluffy princess – who had not given up on her quest to see some human mating rituals. Xillia had been more than upfront with her desire to not only watch them mate, she also wanted to examine their bodies. Tommy reached up and clutched his collar, pulling it together as though she was going to undress him. Even at the offer of…“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” which brought a dropped jaw expression from Tommy.

It was when the part on the note suggested that Frank and Isolde show Xillia some porn, that Frank snapped his fingers together. “Great idea. Tommy, you got your lap top?”

Oddly enough, Tommy did have one in the side flap of his sports bag. It was for work purposes…usually.

“Yeah. Are you going to show her….”

“Porn? Sure, why not. Isolde and I aren’t…well, we haven’t…I mean don’t get me wrong, she has a great body….”

Frank and his foot. Frank with his foot in his mouth. Tommy shook his head. “Frank…get the lap top.”

The Detective gave a small salute, releasing his hold on Isolde and going over to Tommy’s bag to retrieve the lap top. He carried it over to the table nearest Xillia and opened the top. He started it up and then went straight to Google.

“Okay. So…uhm Xillia. No one here is really keen to give you a floor show, so this is the best next thing. Many human males like to use this, when they are home alone. Normally with lotion. I’ll explain that part later.”

Frank then tapped in a few more keys and found a wonderful porn site.

“This is a good one. More realistic. I use this….I mean, I heard about this one at work.” Frank’s cheeks flamed as he continued to make gaff after gaff. Suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of people going at it hard core. Wild moaning, with bed spring noises and some saucy music. A couple on the screen were doing it doggy style, and Frank beamed at Xillia. “This is a favorite way to mate. Do they do this on your planet?”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia tilted her head back and forth in curiosity as the humans debated something. Apparently they wanted to show her something called ‘porn’. She had absolutely no idea what that meant or what it was, but if it had to do with human mating then who cares? She clapped her hands together excitedly and her tail wiggled back and forth frantically. It was clear that she was happy about this ‘porn’ thing. She was sure to wiggle her massive body closer to this ‘laptop’ device once she saw it, but she wasn’t sure how such a simple looking device could show her humans mating. It became a lot more clear to her what the device was once it was powered up though. It was clearly a computing device of some sorts, the likes of which were completely primitive in comparison to her own peoples. Still, if it could show her what she was so curious to see then who cares?

She scooted even closer to the table and leaned forward, putting her face quite close to the screen as this ‘porn’ stuff appeared. The sight she took in was apparently a human mating ritual, full of interesting sounds and movements. It was actually somewhat similar to how her people did such a thing, but did they all have the same parts? She leaned back and looked down at her chest, then over to Elissa and Isolde. They both had bumps on their chests like her. “Oh how interesting this is! Though, my people insist on the female being on top, as we are the dominant ones!” She nodded her head a few times rapidly in a proud fashion, clearly showing she was happy with who she was. “I am still a bit curious about something though..” With that, she went ahead and placed her hands on the top of her gown, which was basically just above her chest, and pulled it down. Her chest was completely exposed, and now that it was she turned to look at the females. “Mine are very soft, but bigger than the female in this ‘porn’…are yours similar to mine? How about you two? Are these things important to human men?” Of course, she turned her body so that the entirety of the room was able to get a clear view of her large ta’ta’s. They were actually quite similar to the human females, but they had some scaling on their outer edges. She was a rather fluffy creature indeed, but she was more like a strange reptilian creature than a feline.

 

Chor:  Isolde, even a woman of science and great composure and standing, felt an immense heat spreading over her cheeks at the mention of her body in regards to both it’s attractiveness and being used as some sort of observatory show for the princess they’d been brought here by. Neither of which she was sure she was comfortable with. Now they were to show the creature pornography, the great and unrealistic sex ruiner of the internet? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but if it pulled her attention off the mating of the four human beings in the room, Isolde was more than happy to comply. Still, she thought her collection of documentaries she technically pirated from National Geographic might serve her better. Then, the unthinkable came from Frank’s mouth and Isolde practically choked. Oh my stars… she thought, what did he just say? Isolde tried to ignore it

It was comforting to know that the alien’s culture was Matriarchal; god know this one could learn a little about respect from them. They were definitely a lot more open than humans, it seemed, and this became far more evident as the creature completely exposed her breasts. Oh, this was one for the history books. Whilst many might turn away, Isolde couldn’t. She might get an examination out of her yet. The skin was scaly, yet she was also hairy, a very interesting combo. Figuring hse knew best about the human body, Isa answered her.

Yes, our breasts are composed of adipose tissue. In fact, in fetal development, the Y chromosome which determines the sex as male doesn’t kick in until later so essentially we all begin as women. It’s why males too are born with nipples. I suppose they are of import to some males more than others; and some females more than others,” Isolde spoke quickly and matter-of-factly, hoping the girl caught what she was saying. She often found herself repeating her sentence in a remedial manner when engaging with others in the force. It was truly tedious.

 

VunG:  Wow, Elissa really didn’t expect that part of her suggestion to work out, actually. She had said it mostly jokingly, thinking that they would think it as her just giving them a hard time for bringing a horny alien into her home. Still, she supposed that if nobody in their group was exactly eager to give it a go in the alien’s sight, then she supposed that this was the best thing that they would get to that. Of course, even this didn’t stop Frank from making a fool of himself, and as he proceeded to attempt to compliment Isolde like a nervous teenage boy, she facepalmed and leaned forward with a soft sigh. Well, at least it was out there rather than him keeping it buried and trying to chat her up like he thought that he was going to get a nosebleed if he wasn’t careful… because if he kept on like that he’d probably get a nosebleed from a totally different source.

When he went on to explain what it was, Elissa would immediately snort at the implication that only males pleasured themselves to porn, snickering in the background of his continued explanation. Oh Franky, darling, you know absolutely jack-shit about women. How he got a wife was a mystery to her, kind of like the fact that Goofy has a kid. As the distinctive music picked up, she would sit back and roll her eyes, waiting for the alien to get her fill, still holding onto Tommy but at this point she was pretty much convinced that this was either a dream or a truly elaborate practical joke.

And then the alien went on to ask about breasts and flashed them all hers… which were proportionately rather large. Elissa just sighed, neither fascinated nor repulsed by the display, at his point just finding it bizarre that she was going on about this to such a detailed degree. Of course, she was just about to start writing a response when suddenly Isolde launched into her tirade, jabbering on about the biology of it: biology being the only subject she was in danger of flunking in school. To her it sounded like Isolde was speaking Latin. After a brief blinking, then looking back to the alien, then to her… weirdly fluffy scaled tatas, she continued her message. ~In short, they’re probably similar. Some women have very large breasts, others barely have any at all. From what I understand, men vary on which they like, though in general yes they’re quite important.~ At that point she would look over to Tommy and sign to him with a sheepish smile, (Mine aren’t too small for ya, are they?)

 

Razorbackwriter:  It’s a strange thing how the women reacted to the alien fluffy princess exposing her breasts. Isolde went right in and explained the biological differences, the ins and outs of anatomy of that part of the body – with a lot of big words that were taken straight out of a text book. Isolde was a scientist after all, and so her reaction was to be expected. Right? Okay, so then we move to Elissa, who simply sighed. Would this mean she was going to need a dozen or so post it notes to convey her feelings about the female breast, and the differences like Isolde had done? Not really. she kept it pretty much neat and tidy. Summarizing the fact that some women had large breasts and others had smaller ones.

As to the men’s reactions. Well, its not every day that a female, alien or not – flashes their breasts so willingly. In New Orleans women do it for beads, in the strip clubs they do it for money. But this weird and curious alien just happily raised up her frock and….TAH DAH!

Frank started clapping. Rocking back and forth with a big cheesy grin on his face.

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Tommy….well, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand he had Elissa asking if her breasts weren’t too small for him. Then on the other…A great big fluffy…scaly set of enormous knockers that were almost able to poke his eye out. He didn’t know whether to run…or…fap…or…hold up a score card.

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He blinked as a small trail of blood came out of his left nostril.

“Oh…yours are just perfect, hun.”

 

~RB~

 

 

“Let’s Party!” – SS.

 

For the crew of Hell’s Kitchen, the Masked Ball of Greed turned out to be a fizzer before they could even get in the door.  So, what do you do when you are all dressed up and no place to go?  Throw your own party!

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The roar of the roadster could be heard coming up the cobblestone drive of Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory, with the scent of pizza and garlic bread wafting from inside the car. The horn beeped twice, as the Doctor shut off the engine. “Well, wasn’t quite the night I had hoped, but this…this is my kinda after party. Pizza and twister!” Yes, the crew were going to be in for a night of fun till the wee hours, eating Mario’s pizza and playing that family fun floor game Twister.

From inside the lab, Igor came running out to see that the roadster was back. He was a bit curious as to why they were back so early. The Doctor who had already gotten out and was making his way to the back of the roadster to hand Loc the 50 or so pizza boxes, laughed loudly when he saw Igor’s gob smacked expression.

“Master….what happened? Why all the pizza?”

“Because my ever faithful humpy. The Greed Ball was a Ball room Blitz. In every sense of the word. We were locked out, and then everyone ran helter skelter out into the town. I dare say that Greed is going to be closed for renovations for some time.”

If the Doctor was at all upset about the whole thing, he didn’t seem it. Passing Loc five pizza boxes at a time. Loc was very agile at managing to juggle the towering boxes of pizza. The Doctor went to open the doors for Roxanne and Narcissa and sung out. “Don’t leave the garlic bread in the car…you know how much it can stink up the place. Ah ha ha!”

Once the girls had the sides, the bottles of soda and garlic bread, the four would all head inside to have a good night after all.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been slightly disappointed by the Ball being a bit of a letdown, but she really didn’t let it show. She had remained happy and cheerful throughout the entirety of their trip, singing and dancing along in the vehicle along the way. Keeping everyone in good spirits was important, especially when they had something like Loc with them. She made sure to keep him entertained and happy with the things he liked most, boobs. Thankfully, that was rather easily accomplished thanks to her outfit. They were practically popping out already!

Everything was saved from disaster though, thanks to the quick thinking of the lovely Doctor. It would be a private pizza party! Food, booze, dancing, singing, stripping, who knows! It could all happen! She was surely to keep lively and skipped about happily, not minding Loc’s precision aim on her bouncing betties. Once they were all situated and had all the items in place, she clapped her hands together in excitement. “It’s party time everyone!” She went ahead and blew on a party confection, which made a silly buzzing sound. It would be wise to make the best out of this little party, or at least that’s what she felt she should do.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s disappointment faded rather quickly…almost as soon as she had situated herself in the roadster, she had planted a permanent grin on her face. Her mood remained giddy while she listened to Loc and Roxanne having fun, her bodacious boobies keeping his eyes glued and smile big. With their finally getting back to Hell’s Kitchen, they had bought tons of pizza; all of which she would gladly eat if nobody else did. Narcissa was like a bottomless pit, and she wondered if Loc would be the same way. Completely excited upon exiting the car, she laughed at the good Doctor’s jokes and puns. Nodding her head while the two girls were told to carry items themselves, Narcissa gladly took as much as she could carry. The nurse’s statement about it being time to party granted the monster a laugh, squealing in excitement while they were all shuffled into the place. “I’m good at Twister and pizza!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Good Doctor held the door open for each of his crew to pass though in turn. Roxanne and Igor, and of course the creation Loc with the mountain of pizza along with the squealing Narcissa – who declared she was good at Twister and Pizza. That earned her a right cheeky smack on the backside as she was the last to enter the Laboratory. As the Doctor was about to go inside, he turned over the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED DUE TO PIZZA PARTY” (aha) and then closed the door behind him. He strolled in and whipped off his top hat, tossing it without even looking and landing with a light spin on the hat rack. Talk about marksman like aim.

There was a long table in the recreation room, along with a fifties style juke box and a bar. Everything the crew needed to have themselves their own fancy ball. There would be dancing, there would be horror – if Igor tried to sing along. Oh the night was still young. The Doctor was still wearing his mask, and as soon as Narcissa set down her pizza boxes, he would slam his fist down on the top of the juke box, as a record swung over into place.

Music filled the room, along with the outdoor party lighting all bursting into colour. A disco ball dropped down from the ceiling and started to rotate – sending flashing lights all over the room. Wilhelm pulled on his tie and it loosened slightly, giving him a very roguish air. He may not have been a Prince of hell….but this man knew how to party.

“Let’s party like it’s 1969!….Babies!”

The Doctor reached for Narcissa’s hand and twirled her around the room.

Loc already had a mouth full of pizza and was leaning his head on Roxanne’s boobies…..The creation was in heaven. Igor was trying to lay out the twister mat, and every time that the Doctor and Narcissa swung past, he got knocked flat onto the mat.

Oh what a night!

 

 

~RB~

The eyes have it – BC.

Right in the heart of the city, Joel and Selina find themselves in a whole lot of trouble, as Tallulah tells them what to do.  Will it be too late? Scene setting: The Council HQ – Blood City. Co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

As the paper was moved across the table toward Joel and Selina, Joel took out his reading glasses and placed them on so he could better understand the text. It was a very floral way of writing and harder to read than more modern text. Ava managed it without problem, but discovered that there were two family names with both owning vast amounts of estate. It was concluded that at some point, the city was actually two villages. Joel mused over this finding, unaware that the name Steiness had any significance. The small plushie, that had been silent up till now – decided that this was the time to finally become animated. Leaping from the small girl’s arms and yelling obscenities of how if they didn’t knock the girl out they would both be fucked. A swearing plushie? Joel fell back in his seat at the sight of the yelling cat doll. “Knock the girl out?”The teacher would never hit a child, especially not in a public place like this. Joel jumped up from his chair and shot a look through the glass panes that gave those outside the reading room a chance to see in. Oh this was bad. The teacher then made a grab for the plushie, to try and shut it up. It was only as he lent across the table, did he see Selina’s eyes changing colour. It was like before at the Peach cafe, and when she was losing control. Joel had been able to calm her then, but he didn’t know if he could do it now.

“Ava….hit her!” He cried out, while still trying to scoop up Tallulah.

 

~RB~

 

Gene:

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When Selina mentioned the name, Ava turned to her. “Do you kn-“ “Ohh boy…this ain’t good.” She did a double take, looking for the source of voice. Had her toy just spoken? Ava stared at it; Selina was once again successful at blowing Ava’s mind. If anything, she wouldn’t have expected a toy to start talking. When the toy jumped onto the table, Ava recoiled, falling back onto her chair, just as Joel did. Even though she wasn’t focusing on him, a minor thought lingered in the back of her mind: at least he seemed as shocked as she did. Joel hadn’t reacted much – in fact, he might have come across as emotionless – to the other things that were revealed about Selina. The reason why was still a mystery to Ava. Perhaps he… No, it was too absurd to even fuel the thought. As if she was in a horror movie, Ava jumped when Joel leaped up and went for the toy; he was far quicker thinking than her. It was when the toy spoke once again that Ava finally looked to Selina. She hadn’t noticed the girl had gone silent. But, it wasn’t what she was focusing on right now. Her eyes; they were stained a bright red. If Joel hadn’t repeated the instruction Tallulah had given, Ava would have just sat there, and amazed at what was going on; whenever she did a spell, her eyes never transformed into another colour. “What? Oh,” This time, it was Ava who pounced up from her chair; it didn’t take a genius to realise red-glowing-eyes always symbolized something bad. Ava was just too fascinated to concentrate on the consequences of Selina’s current state. The only thing that would have sufficed to render Selina unconscious would have been the book in the box. Instinctively, her hand moved to the book and the book moved to her hand, Ava took hold of the book, spun on her heels and with as much strength she could muster, struck Selina across the head with it. Ava wasn’t a strong individual, so it was most likely it wouldn’t do the trick, Ava would raise her hand to strike the girl again, but then a better method came to her head. Shifting her glance to Joel, the papers on the table and box would blast into the air; Ava attempted to obscure Joel’s vision. After using the telekinetic move, she’d try to grab Selina’s hand and whisper, “Somnus,” (Sleep spell) If the spell worked, Ava would do her best to catch Selina if she fell.

 

Temp:  Selina had not reacted to the words of Tallulah, Joel, or Ava, and instead remained completely silent. Her body was void of motion and her expression was blank. Tallulah on the other hand was flailing about like crazy as soon as she was picked up by Joel.“OYE! Put me down you stupid human!” The plushie was not very fond of being picked up by random people, but at least the two humans seemed to be responding to her warning. Selina stumbled to the side as she was bashed with a book, but it didn’t do much else. Thankfully, Ava was able to use a spell to put her asleep. Her small body immediately lost it’s ability to stand and fell into Ava, who would hopefully assist her. Tallulah looked between the two and sighed in relief when she saw that Selina was no longer conscious. “Woah man, that was CLOSE! Good job human.” Once more Selina was prevented from awakening, but how successful would they be next time?    

The Maze of Greed – Part Six : SS.

 

Chancing upon the human who was also a prisoner of the maze brought out Mariela’s good nature.  Of course the girl needed help, but Scar and Mariela needed to get away.  Would they assist the girl, or did they have something bigger to worry about?

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Artie and Dessy.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Against Scar’s better judgement, he fell in behind Mariela whilst she started to do an introduction of sorts to this bleeding mess of a human laying on the ground. In a way, it was nice to see her take charge the way she did, but the fact she kept telling Scar to shut up made him slightly miffed. After all, in his mind he was only just trying to help.

“I’m Mariela, a witch. This is Scar.”

“A nightmare.” Scar said with a tip of his hat. Well, he was a nightmare demon, so he was close in his introduction. Scar kept his eyes skyward however, rather than have to see another angry glare from Mariela, while she was trying to convince the girl that they were of no harm. “We’re trapped here just like you. We have no intention of hurting you. We want to help you.” There she went with the Florence Nightingale approach. Scar, was more direct.

“Did Raul hurt you?’

There, he asked the big question. If the girl had been a victim of the Warlock and knew his name, then he would have no choice but to assist in helping the girl. Course, the girl was not really in much of a state to answer that. She had just dropped the blade, after trying to find out what day it was. Perhaps she had been out of it for some time.

“Near midnight, Saturday eve. The Night of the Greed ball.” Again, these would give Bandit clues as to how long she had been in the maze. He was starting to wonder if she even knew she was in a maze. Bandit wanted names, but Mariela had already offered those. Was she hard of hearing? Using his hands, and with an animated face he said.

“THIS…IS…MARIELA!…SHE…IS….A…WITCH!” He signed this as he raised his voice as thought she was deaf.

“I’M SCAR!….LOOK….LET THE WITCH….HELP YOU.”

Whether she would or not, remained to be seen.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  “A nightmare.”

This caused Mariela to reach over and smack Scar once again. “That’s not helping!” she spoke, but turned her attention back to the girl. Once she dropped the blade, she didn’t hesitate to run over to the girl’s side. She knelt down next to her on her knees, looking the girl over. She opened her mouth to speak, but Scar had already asked. This caused Mariela to give a tilt of her head towards him. “Raul? The warlock that gave Lydia the mirror?” she mouthed, but looked back down at the girl. “I don’t know how much my healing can help you. But it’s worth a shot.”

But then she turned her head to glare at Scar. She was tempted to throw that dagger at him, but didn’t. “Will you be quiet and come help me?” she asked. “I think she needs water.” She looked back at the girl, assessing the damage. She held her hand over the girl’s body. Her healing would only help her a little bit, at least to not be in so much pain. But the girl would need a lot more than that to help her, but what she needed they didn’t have the maze. Mariela would try her best.

Mariela ran her hands over the girl’s body, trying to heal whatever she could and trying to stop whatever pain she could. “I’ll try and heal you, but with how injured you are I don’t know if it’ll do much except lessen the pain only a little bit.” she spoke. “I can’t help you anymore than that, at least not here in the maze. It isn’t exactly a “medical” place.” she said, looking down to the girl. “Can you try and tell me your name?” she said, looking back over as she tried to heal as much as she could.

 

Artie:  The “healing” hurt perhaps more than the actual cuts, Bandit giving a strangled gurgle that would otherwise be a growl of pain. Her hand shook in agony, the little markings on her fingertips closing in a painful itchy fashion. Bandit would look at Mariela and bare her teeth, in pain and somewhat hostility, though not directly aimed at her but more the pain. As she healed, only slightly, the dryness in her throat subsided to enough that she could speak. “You can call me Bandit.. And yes, I know that.. Scum.. He put me here.. He.. He put this collar on me and I can’t get it off..” She would reach up to it, attempting to get her fingernails underneath the harsh fabric but to no avail… “Help me.. I think he’s been controlling my mind with it.. I keep seeing things, I don’t know what’s real or what’s fake.. I was forced to..” As her mind suddenly began to recall the Red Velvet club, she swallowed, her voice fading. She felt no need to say more on the matter.

“Greed.. I’ve never been to Greed.” Bandit mumbled, looking down at her hands as they now went to the dagger – though she would give a faint cry at trying to pick it up due to the pain… Though, with a shaking arm, she’d tuck the weapon back into her boot.. “I can’t walk.. I can’t feel my legs.. Oh, god! I can’t feel my legs!” The numbness of her body was overtaking her. Her arms felt limp and heavy. Mariela had healed Bandit’s pain, but in the lack of pain was no feeling at all. Of course, it wasn’t that she was paralyzed.. It was simply that she was so heavily damaged that she could only feel the pain, and without that pain.. Nothing.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Mariela was slap happy. That was how Scar saw it. Scolding him and now physical violence. He held a gloved hand up to his cheek and grumbled under his breath for his troubles. So much for helping. The young witch had obviously learnt a bit from Lydia, or so it seemed. The alp zipped his lip and instead of doing anything further, he simply folded his arms indignantly and turned up his nose at the whole scene. Let her help the tragic human, he thought as he let her set to work.

“I think she needs water.”

Scar simply shrugged. It was not like he was carrying any water on him, or even knew where the nearest fountain was. It was a maze, after all. Mariela was soon learning that this girl, Bandit – was in fact a victim of Raul the Warlock. Scar was right. Course, she had told Scar to shut up so many times, that Scar refused to say another word, merely running his pinched fingers along the line of his mouth as though he had zipped it, and threw an imaginary key over his shoulder.

Mariela’s healing powers were doing more harm than good, if the cries and gurgles were anything to go by. She twitched and shook violently as the magic did its job, but it wasn’t enough. Hearing her growl at Mariela was enough for Scar to roll his eyes and that look of “I told you so.” was plastered all over his face. The whole…goody two shoes gig was really not his bag.

The girl’s name was Bandit, and she had been left in the maze by Raul with a strange collar fastened around her neck. It had markings that the Alp had never seen before along with glistening, sparkling jewels. It must be worth a pretty penny. As to what it did, well, the girl seemed to think it had something to do with mind control, and hallucinations. Scar rubbed his chin as he thought to himself. She could be the Warlock’s property, if she wore his collar. Maybe she had disobeyed him, and this was her punishment. Mind you it looked like she had taken a right beating.

When the girl had tried to put the dagger that she had drawn on them, back in her boot, she started to scream that she couldn’t feel her legs. The magic had somehow brought about a paralysis. Not that Mariela would have known this. Scar turned away for a moment and then mouthed a few obscenity s so that Mariela couldn’t hear him. It was one thing to be lost in a maze created by Lydia. It was quite another to somehow drag this helpless girl to safety, when he wasn’t sure where that was anymore. The alp took his hat off and raked his gloved fingers through his disheveled black hair.

Snorting under his breath, he turned back to Mariela and then handed her the hat.

“Place it on the ground, two feet from the girl. Then….I want you to spin it.” The Alp was giving her instructions on how to use the hat. “You then take the girl’s hand and jump into the hat. It will get you both to safety.”

The Alp wouldn’t take no for an answer.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  When the girl started showing signs of pain, Mariela flinched. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt you.” she said, cursing herself. She looked over at Scar, raising an eyebrow. “So now you’re going to be stubborn and not talk at all?” she said. Mariela looked down when Bandit spoke.about Raul. “So the warlock is the cause for everything, it seems.” she said, more to herself than anything. She looked down at the collar, running her figner over it as the girl begged for help and talked about how he thinks he’s mind controlling her. “I wish I knew a way to get it off, but right now, I don’t.” she spoke. “I’m sure there’s a way. There has to be.”

She looked up to see that Scar had this “I told you so” look on her face, and it caused Mariela to just stick her tongue out at him. When the girl started panicking about not being able to feel her legs, Mariela looked down with a horrified expression. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I don’t think your paralyzed… something must have happened with my healing, and I’m sorry. We’ll fix it, I promise. Right now, we’ve all gotta get out of here.” she said, biting the corner of her lip.

She looked up when she was handed Scar’s hat. Hearing him speak, she frowned deeply. “No, Scar.” she spoke, defiantly. “I’m not leaving without you.” she then spoke softly, still holding the hat. She was being stubborn again. Scar wouldn’t take no for an answer, she knew that – but she wasn’t going to leave without him. She refused to leave without him.

 

Artie:  Bandit looked back and forth between the two – lovers, maybe? Her eyes fluttered a bit as she gazed away and at her legs.. She had her own problems to deal with, not to be in these two lovebirds’ feud. “Raul is a manipulative bastard.” Bandit gave a slight growl, moving her hands to massage her unfeeling legs. “Why don’t we all just use the.. hat.. wouldn’t that make more sense?” She held skepticism in her voice, unsure of exactly what a hat would do. Then again, this was hell. She could expect that something even as seemingly ordinary as a hat could contain some magical value. “But.. never mind that.. Is there any progress on a possible way out?” Bandit raised a brow, wondering if the two had thought of mapping it out as they went along..

“Every maze has to have an exit, right?”

 

Razorbackwriter:  “No, he is not the cause of everything.” Scar said in an exasperated tone. The real culprit behind everything was Lydia. At least that is how Scar saw it. The Alp watched as Mariela stared at the collar that was around the human girl’s neck. The jeweled collar was charmed, and done for a reason. It was not the kind that had a lock that you could prize off. It would be magically sealed. The only way it would come off was in a place where magic didn’t exist. Again, they were going around in circles and Scar had his reasons for earlier offering Mariela the hat. She knocked him back then….and she was refusing again now. Damn her for being so …so stubborn. Scar’s lips flattened as she said that she was not leaving without him.

It was then the girl on the ground appeared to have all the answers. She had been snarling about how Raul the Warlock was a manipulative bastard. He must have been to get that collar around her neck in the first place. Scar and Mariela knew nothing of this girl. To add to that, Scar’s intel about Raul was limited. He had only overheard them twice, but it was enough to piece together that he was bad news. Even worse than Scar himself.

“Why don’t we all just use the.. hat.. wouldn’t that make more sense?”

Hearing the human ask why they all couldn’t use it, Scar smacked his lips together and turned his head sideways and then cast his eyes down to the ground where she lay.

“Because….there’s no coming back.” Surely Mariela knew what that meant.

The alp pulled away from Mariela and moved a few step closer to the girl on the ground, before crouching down to her level. He made sure that she could hear what he was going to say.

“Unlike you….we are creatures of this world. Going through that hat strips us of who….and what we are.” Scar was a part of that. His magic….everything. He was more than willing to send Mariela into it, if it meant her safety. For him though, it meant something else. Scar started to get up, when the girl asked about a possible way out of the maze. That was when he said something that he knew would probably scare Mariela to death.

“Oh…there’s an exit.” The Alp put his hat back on and tapped it twice. An eerie smile played on his lips.

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“You’d have to defeat Lydia.”

 

 

~RB~

 

Beauty is skin deep – SS.

The Princess of Greed has not had her happy ever after as she anticipated.  So now we follow her as she returns to her Chambers.

[KINGDOM] – Greed : Lydia’s chambers

Razorbackwriter:  The Princess of Greed never ever envisioned that her night of magic and dance would turn into such a nightmare. All her grand plans were now in ruin, thanks to that horrid angelic Templar. Struggling to make her way up the passage to her apartment, the disfigured and now crippled Lydia was cursing and muttering foul obscenities under her breath. Guards that stood to attention as she passed had to fight to stop themselves from being sick at her appearance. Her skin was scarred, bloody and torn. Her dress a wreck. One heel of her shoes was broken and this did nothing to help with her trying to walk with some dignity. It was all that Lydia had left.

Surprisingly, Lydia still held her mask in her hand. She’d managed to keep a hold of it, even with the fight that she had with the Templar. Such a pretty thing it was too, but it was useless to her. Lydia stumbled and only just managed to catch herself before falling face first onto the floor. A small cry of pain came from her painted red lips, that were now stretched to half way down her chin. She looked every bit the monster that she truly was.

None of the guards moved to help her. All stood in their rows. Afraid to help her. She was liable to lash out in fury, and it was known far and wide that she was unpredictable as the weather.

Her head turned to sneer at one of the guards nearest where she stood. Her chin trembled as she grit her teeth in an act of defiance. No one could help her now. Scar had run off with the young witch. Why Lydia had not seen that coming was beyond her. One thing was for certain, she now had a hit list. A list of those that in her eyes wronged her….and they would all pay.

Finally, after the exhausting walk to her chambers; she was about to reach for the door handle, when she heard a woman’s voice from within.

“Oh yes!…Yes…Oh…you are so BIG! Harder…..FASTER….Please, Master!”

Lydia froze, with a dumbfounded expression on her face. She checked the door, and yes, this was her room.

 

“Mmmm….yes little one. I can get even bigger.”

“MASTER!…Don’t stop!”

There was the sound of grunts and bed springs. A glorious crescendo of animalistic noises coming from within Lydia’s chambers. Lydia blinked as she wondered just who could be f*cking in her bed. Her mind raced as she tried to remember the man’s voice. The woman’s….it could have been half of hell. With a loud snort, Lydia gripped the handle to her door and forced it open. What met her gaze when she entered left her gob smacked.

“RAUL!?”

“Lydia?”

“I’m coming!” The masked girl cried out as Lydia stood in the doorway, absolutely shocked. There was the Warlock, and some masked harlot, going hammer and tongs on HER bed.

“Not on my silk sheets, you’re not!” Lydia stormed into the room, but forgot about her broken shoe and tripped on the corner of the rug, sending her flying flat on her face.

“Oh…..fuck.” The warlock withdrew himself from the girl and pushed her face first into the pillows, so as to muffle any protests or other…sounds.

Lydia was slamming her fists onto the floor. She was beyond angry…beyond livid. If it wasn’t for the fact she was in such a state, it would have been comical.

Raul took up his pants and quickly threaded them on, before making his way to Lydia’s side to help her up. Only when she lifted her head and he got sight of her disfigured face, he quickly let go of her hand.

“Princess? What the hell happened to you?”

“Help me up, you idiot.”

The Warlock remembered his manners and then assisted Lydia to stand, while the girl that had been in Lydia’s bed was now trying to cover up her nakedness with a sheet. She happened to be one of the lesser royals and had been charmed by Raul earlier in the night. The girl chewed her lip nervously, as she knew that she could be in terrible trouble.

Once Lydia was standing upright, she spread her hands out as though to help give herself some balance. Her chest was rising and falling sharply, her heart pounding like there was no tomorrow.

“Lydia…..Sweetheart…” Raul implored, holding his palms together as though he was ready to pray. Lydia bared her teeth at Raul and snarled. “I was down there….in the ballroom….fighting for my life. And you….YOU were up here in my chambers no less, fucking some…some trumped up tart?!”

Raul knew he was going to pay for this mistake. He had found the girl wandering and…well, one thing led to another. He had an insatiable appetite for a pretty face….and fanny. Raul’s brows knitted however when he heard that Lydia’s life had been in danger. Her face evidence that she had put up a fight and lost. He held up a finger as though to say something witty, then slowly brought it down as he stared at Lydia’s face. It was hideous.

“Who did this to you? The Princess of Wrath?” The Warlock had assumed that since Lydia had her sights on the head of Wrath that this was the result. Oh how wrong he was.

“No!….Some holy…damn fucking…How the hell does an Angel exist in Hell? And…and I thought Excalibur belonged to some poxy King named Arthur.” She then waved her hand at her injuries. “IT did this.” Meaning that the sword’s power caused her to practically melt. She shuffled over to her dresser and started picking up face cream bottles and tonics. “I can’t go out looking like this!” Lydia looked up at her reflection and then screamed. It was a hollow and terrible sound, that would make even a man weep.

“My….beautiful face.”

The Warlock came to stand in behind the Princess and rested his hands upon her shoulders. As much as Lydia could be annoying, the Warlock had a soft spot for her. So evil…and yet so unpredictable.

“We can fix this.”

“What with? Oil of Ulan? Oh..that’s not going to do shit.”

Suddenly, the Warlock had an idea. He stuck his tongue to the inside of his cheek, while Lydia stared back at his reflection. He started to grin as he leaned down and whispered into Lydia’s ear.

“Essence of another can restore your beauty.”

 

Lydia’s ears pricked at this and then she cast her eyes to the figure of the girl that was still huddled in a sheet on the bed. Although it was hard to see, due to the sagging corners of Lydia’s mouth, she started to smile. She brought up a hand to clasp over Raul, who was now raising his chin proudly. “Can you forgive me?” He said, staring at her in the mirror.

“If you can fix me. Then yes. Just this once.”

The two then turned to face the girl, who stared at them both innocently.

“What?”

 

The view from outside Lydia’s chambers would show a strange red and green glow coming from under the door, as the Warlock started a chant that had Lydia laughing with glee. Terrified screams soon fell into silence, as another life was lost on the night of the ball.

 

~RB~

RPC : Nurse Nancy White “Sunny” – Tokyo Ghoul Series.

RPC : Nurse Nancy White “Sunny”

 

Appearance: Petite Blonde girl with big green eyes, and a sun kissed skin, Nancy is a very pretty and appealing looking girl, who has a personality to match her golden looks. She is a typical hour glass shaped girl due to her height, with ample bosom and large hips. She often has trouble fitting into her nurse’s outfit.

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Name: Nancy White.

Nickname: “Sunny”

Age: 23

Occupation: Nurse

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Height: 145cm

Weight: 52kgs

Personality: Bubbly, friendly, outgoing, spontaneous, warm, genuine, down to earth

Strengths: Amazing at bandaging a patient in under five minutes, inserts IV’s without pain inflicted, great at telling bedtime stories to sick kiddies, a wonderful listener.

Weaknesses: Chocolate, Doctors, long shifts, cold weather, expensive shoes.

Background: Nurse Nancy White, or Sunny to her friends and colleagues, works at Ota General Hospital, which is known to be double the size of that in other areas, with more staff due to the 11th Ward. Well aware of the CCG, Nurse Nancy cares about all her patients; ghoul or human. Known for her wonderful bedside manner, she is a bright and cheery girl that is well liked for her sunny disposition – hence her nickname. Nurse Nancy is a frequent sight at the Ota General Hospital, either working in the ER or the children’s wards.

“Skinny Love” parody – “Skinny Wip” by Fitzy and Wippa.

 

This was recorded in October 2012 but is just going up on YouTube. After recording ‘Cookie Jars’ with Lupe Fiasco and Guy Sebastian, Fitzy decided the next song needed to be more encouraging. So he wrote this one…Enjoy.  🙂

 

FITZY
Come on Skinny Wip we want you here
Not the bloke who orders chips and beer
Bye bye bye, bye bye bye say goodbye
To the man who Sizzler restaurant owners fear

WIPPA
You want it bad, well I want it more
I see empty cans of Coke and not apple cores
Why why why, why why why please tell me why
Am I knocking at my local kebab owner’s door

FITZY
We told you to eat cabbage, you were told to cut out wine
After lunch stay off the carbs and go walk a steep incline

WIPPA

For energy have Nutella cos it’s the same as Vegemite
I’ll eat corn but slap on butter and wash it down with Sprite

FITZY
Come on Skinny Wip what happened here?
Stop adding to your chins and use your ears
Try try try, try try try please big man, try
Don’t go home with your cake on your wedding night

WIPPA
I told you just to back off, I’ve got a pretty busy life
I’ve never seen a kitchen, that’s for my future wife
I’ll have a run tomorrow arvo, I may even look at my bike
I’ll shed off those kilos, how much is lap band surgery by the way

FITZY
Come on Skinny WIp we know you’re here

Listen like Theives – The Finale of the Masquerade Ball of Greed : SS

 

With the Princess of Greed having taken flight to her chambers, the demons and thieves move their fights outside- while others try to steal Beserker from under Lydia’s nose.

Scene setting : Greed Kingdom, Seven Sins series.

This arc was written by eight writers originally.  Finishing off are Zetta, Moo, Temp, Nhal and I.

 

 

Zetta:  Blitz was prepared for another speech from the prince, as he was sure his attack was not fatal due to his dealings with such an ancient demon. But this served as a testament to his regenerative capabilities, if he wanted to kill him outright he would need to hit him with that to deal real damage against that non-physical form. Then he hadn’t a clue towards his opponent’s physical limits either, that thought called for some intuition in place though, as to which of the lords of hell was he currently up against. His thoughts usually moved at quite a fast pace, in the midst of a fight it was rare to have the opportunity to stop and think about the entirety of the situation. Yet the prince was inconsistent with his movements, slowly coordinating himself save for the one moment he had caught the half-god by surprise. Now the other man was floating about, while clearly audible, the prince would have to be ignored so that Blitz could hear his own thinking pattern above that voice. Cloud it out while his opponent led no offensive. He deduced that this was definitely not Pride, as he spoke more in regard to Anarchy Division than himself, which also ruled out Lust who would be more focused on some sort of sexuality rather than the dealings of his enemy. Similarly this was not Wrath either, as from what he gathered in the ball a war had recently happened between that Kingdom and this one which he now stood at it’s entrance. A gluttonous prince would probably not have even concerned himself with the likes of another without a selfish reason, and even if he had, while close range he doubted such a man would squander such an opportunity to simply eat his unsuspecting victim. The princess of Greed was the one who neglected his services, and was likely dealing with the templar on her own while this all went down.

Leaving only two viable possibilities, that this was either the Lord of Envy, or that of Sloth The other Prince in the ball with the guard had access to hell-fire but was idle during the whole confrontation inside, so he was most likely one of the last two as well. However it was a greater chance that this was sloth because of his continual habit to talk too much, he had so many thoughts in his head and dragged out words every time he spoke. With his final summary of thoughts, the other combatant had finally stopped talking and now Blitz could enter the fight with a greater awareness as to what he would be up against. The new form before him seemed threatening, he was too far to know of any new abilities though, but at least he was prepared to actually fight now. To avoid any attacks from the sky, the demigod would take himself to a heightened standing as well, formerly planting his feet on mid-air, the nether-realm’s law of physics altering itself to accommodate as if he was on solid ground. He ascended to the point being able to look at his opponent clearly, despite the change in appearance. “So you’re ready to get serious then, old geezer?” He would ask, briefly briefly relaxing himself before taking on a serious demeanor to match. Right then he would zoom forward at his target, waiting until the very last moment to extend an elbow outward towards him, he would then slam his free-hand’s palm into his other arm’s fist to apply a more dangerous impact.

At the last split-second before he could have made contact, he revealed this rush-tactic to be a feint and twisted his body with incredible agility. Matching this physical prowess with dexterity as well, his hands would come together, one open palm slapping against the back of another to better focus his energy at a heightened pace. Continuing the attack, he’d release an explosive wave of aether at the end of the tricky combination. It was at this moment that the doors to the ball opened, the party likely being over, and the templar-knight clad in holy artifacts being the first to leave.
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Cecil was not surprised in the slightest when the Princess’ enemy had been allowed to simply walk out of the front door after ruining her party and even showing himself directly to her. Lightly threatening her and pushing her to damage her own form after waxing off the lives of several former party-goers. For this he was convinced that while the old ruler of Greed might have been too headstrong in his desires, this one did not have the gull to see things through. He didn’t know her personally aside from their short greeting, so it was plausible that she had personally saw no purpose in attacking a strong man like that who was now only seeking to leave. Even then he maintained his newfound feelings of distaste, her air of confidence shattered before the vision of real live strength. For that she was a coward in his eyes, playing with her own life so that she did not look the fool that he had already begun to see her as. Regardless of this, he had heard his Lady’s response, how they would be taking a walk to the exit as well. But slowly, coordinated hopefully for a different purpose. Now the other princess was headed to her own quarters most likely, in diminished glory. Oh! How simple it would be to have the behemoth back home ravish this place, and his love to set fire to the castle’s entirety while in this condition.

The thought made him chuckle, and it was now that he would stand firmly, retracting his hand wholly, now with Princess Gabriel holding him by over the shoulder. Even in her male form, he still found this very comforting and emotionally pleasurable. He broke his sturdiness in a short moment of glee, as he smiled brightly upon first contact with her. But then returned to his position as her royal guard, firmly placing himself before any that might have even looked her way. These demon nobles could be almighty in terms of riches, but just as he fell the Prince of Pride in the name of Wrath, he would murder anyone daring to threaten Her; Verbally, or visually.

 

Nhal:  The decaying figure did nothing more then turn his head towards his assailant as the blast of energy was taken to his side and sent him spiraling towards the now open doors of the ballroom, the shrouded cover he wore rapidly flaking and degrading off his body as he slammed back first into the first open door. Tearing straight off its hinges, the door was ripped free and went flying back into the second, catching a few exiting party-goers in a deadly vice which splayed blood, dust, and black smoke into a massive cloud around the entrance, obscuring the view within the area. Within the cloud the echoing sound of cracking bones and metals emanated before a tall figure would come into Blitz’s view, in its right hand a small square object, and in the other the mutilated body of what was once a guest of the masquerade ball.
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Stepping out of the cloud was a scrawny figure whose appearance was like that of a man starved to death, with skin which resembled faded black leather. no eyes or face were visible through the gray tangle of cloth that cloaked his head, hanging scraps decked in thick layers upon layers of blood, red, orange, brown and black. Within one ebony hand he held the same playing card as before, and in the other he lifted up the torn apart body of a young man composed of only an arm, upper torso, and stump of his neck.
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Bringing the broken body up above his head the creature allowed the blood to drip down over the shreds of cloth that hung loose near its neck before lowering the once living person down, the cloth slowly parting for the body to disappear into the black abyss beneath with the gut wrenching noises of sloppily chewed flesh, cartilage and sinew before the inevitable crunching of bone. The last of the remaining organs within the torso began to fall from the holds of the broken rib-cage, some scraps of intestines, lungs, and the heart last of all. After the torso was finally devoured the monstrous creature began to slurp up the viscera like a pasta made of flesh. Finally all that was left was the heart that lay within its long skeletal fingers, still giving off its last few inevitable slowing beats, blood splashing to the floor from the aorta.
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Tossing the heart into the air, a pitch black tendril shot from beneath the cloth, its barbed tip spearing the muscle as its last beat sounded. The roping darkness rescinded back beneath the cloth with the heart in tow, and finally ended in a loud wet swallowing.
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Stepping further out into the courtyard, the looming figure lifted the playing card between his fingers, which in comparison seemed minuscule. As it was raised the card began to crack slightly, dripping what seemed to be dark black tar, or something of the sort.
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The black liquid dripped and poured rapidly, pooling on the ground before rising up and forming the rough shape of a figure in front of the slender beast. Gradually bits and pieces began to form, resembling an enormously bulky suit of armor adorned with all manner of engravings and other decorations. Suddenly the black ooze began to contract, tightly winding up and vibrating right before it shot outwards with explosive force, coating much of the courtyard around its zone before slowly evaporating away. The rough figure was now a fully visible being in a massive suit of armor, one which was rather sizable at almost 8 feet tall.

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The skeletal being that sat behind the armor gave a brief turn, waving with one hand as its voice rang out towards Blitz.
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Disappearing like a breeze of smoke, the hand, as well as its owner faded into dust and disappeared from sight, the enormous suit of armor in front of it shifting and taking up a heavy combat position as it spun its sword in hand, gripping it tightly. Its voice screeched through the armor, deep, but sharp at the same time, causing the ears of those who heard it to ache at its metallic grind.
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As suddenly as the armor spoke it was already rushing forwards, sword dragging through the dirt and stone below its feet, unyielding to anything in its path. Despite the size of the armored figure, its speed was incredible, enough that those who underestimated it would obviously be caught off guard. Just as quickly as it hand begun moving, the hulking mass of metal was upon Blitz, swinging its enormous sword upwards towards his torso.

 

Moo:  Kirsikka really hadn’t the slightest idea what that armor had just said, but whatever the case, he sounded cocky. There was little disregard for heat when it came to the demon’s ice; it was, by normal means, not anything that could be melted. However, the searing of ice caused it to sizzle and steam after several moments while Kirsikka glanced at it. A small, cheeky grin broke across her lips as she slid the small blade away from the suit of armor, hopefully finishing the fine cut she had began in the first place. All that would be necessary was one more, if she could manage to near it again. Not that it would really matter… Her body disappeared, taking up her frost form to wisp back a few feet as she originally intended. With her earring crushed, it would only be a matter of time.


Gabriel had more or less become bored with the situation at hand, watching the Templar part the crowd in order to exit. Had she been so anxious to see his head on a pike while picking her teeth with his bones, she would have sent Cecil scouting after him. It crossed her mind for a moment before the man was out of sight, and finally decided against it; to waste her Royal Guard’s efforts would be useless. The pleasantries of tearing flesh from bone could wait just a bit longer… Besides, Lydia’s exit may have been short-lived, but it was the most entertainment Gabriel had during the entire evening. She grinned cheekily well after the princess of greed shuffled past her and Cecil. She turned her head to watch the ambitious–and rather disfigured–demon climb the stairs slowly. It didn’t matter if the princess could feel Gabriel’s eyes on her, or if she took offense to the attention; this was a sight to savor for a while, to keep herself occupied. The expression the demon wore would make a fine memory, if not how the ball had went to shambles so quickly.

“I suppose we had better find our carriage,” Gabriel said with a certain giddiness creeping in her voice. Her expression most likely betrayed the chipper feelings within as she gestured to the doors, which had more or less become a little less clustered. Only–until something, orsomeone came crashing through the doors, causing many casualties in the briefest of moments. It only took a bat of her lash before she was looking upon some skeletal figure, gutting and feeding from one of the demons. The woman was speechless…and in a good way. She gave a loud laugh. A simple HA! to seeing such a normally bewildering sight. “That man knows how to party.” Gabriel gave her staff a small twirl, looking about the room while the figure boasted and talked to who she assumed was the same pink-haired man from before. That was a fight she would also ignore, as she believed Sloth would not be a man she wanted in her way. At least as of yet. “We’re on our way, then.” The princess would be the one to lead them from the doors, ignoring the mess and slipping through with the remainders of terrified guests.


Astarte had more or less been well behaved while she waited for an opportunity to chase after her lover. Blitz was outside in who knew what situation, and meanwhile, she was stuck waiting several feet away from the crowd rushing the door. Knowing Lydia would rather have her life, and the holy guy was too good a soul to go back on his word, she wouldn’t dare near any further to that holy aura. She didn’t have any death wish, nor did she want to become as hideously deformed as the princess of greed herself. It wasn’t until the commotion shortly after the holy being’s exit that she would have the opportunity to see him again. And while the first thing she witnessed was the bloodshed and morbid devouring, she still wanted nothing more than to join the Blitz in the courtyard. Other demons who had actually survived the onslaught were rushing through the door as far away from the skeletal figure as it indulged itself. Astarte blended easily as she slid past, taking to the air quickly to watch the rest of the scene unfold. If the demigod required or requested her help, she was there for him. He might not have to ask, with the urgency she felt to cheer him on with the sudden charge of the new monstrosity that had taken form.

Razorbackwriter:  “Er….scuse me?….I…Hey?!” The Doctor kept trying to get a word in as the scores of people and blooded demons were leaving the masked ball in droves. It was like a crush…a sea of evil beings, that all looked as though they had just been to battle within the very castle of Greed. “We’re late!…What happened?” He grabbed the collar of a passing demon, whose had one eyeball hanging out of its socket.

“Holy….creature. Burnt the Princess. Dying…many dying.” The demon spat his words at the Doctor, as he then wrestled himself from the Doctor’s grasp. He didn’t want to stay a moment longer, like so many other guests.

Doctor Wilhelm turned back to his small crew from Hell’s Kitchen and threw up his arms in disbelief. All the trouble they had gone to, get ready for this night. And he was to show off Loc to the Prince of Pride. Not that he thought the Prince was even still here, if the crowd departing was anything to go by.

“Ladies….Loc. A bloody massacre and we missed it.” It was almost as though the Doctor was more upset about missing the carnage, than missing the dancing. The creation, who was standing up the back looked confused. Was there to be no dancing with his beautiful Roxanne?

“No….dance?”

“No, my dear boy. No dance.”

“Loc sad.” The creation’s face was the epitome of sadness. Poor thing. Loc stared down at the fair and buxom Roxanne with a huge pout. “Loc sad.” He repeated. A crack appeared in his face, the stitches breaking. A small tear of pus rolled down his cheek.

The Doctor knew better than investigate the state of the ball room. He would leave that for Igor. Seems like the hunchback didn’t miss out after all. Rather than hanging around, the Doctor placed his arm around Narcissa and turned her back towards the car. “I still think pizza is an option.” He offered.

The Blacksmith Shop

A slight chittering sound came in from the large webbing that was up against the far wall. There was a deep cocoon like tunnel that stretched inwards, and though the being from within had only made a very light noise before, the sound of the awaking armor had brought about a reaction from whatever lived in the web. Slowly, a leg appeared, then an arm. Each wrapped in a sheer black spider web like netting. Soon the full body of the being, that was now in the form of a woman, crawled out and rose to standing. She had long flowing black hair, with the deepest of green eyes that you had ever seen. She blinked twice to allow herself to see through the darkness, and made out the wisp of frosty air, as the girl who had been carving herself a piece of the enchanted Beserker armor was moving to another part of the room. The armor who had used some sort of enchantment to super heat, when being frosted by the young girl, had spoken in Rhefugi. The ancient language of the demon kind. This demon….this…spider like woman – tilted her head and slowly slinked out of the shadows, watching this woman who held the knife with keen interest.

“SEEwae HA-lueay-fe-peaezz ah-bae RA-luaeae-kuk qahee-de-kuk zneay-fe ooahee oh-deeay-jaeae eay-bae zwae n-feaeq ooahee qae-luae kukahq-fe wae-luae.””

(translation : “The Princess of Greed would skin you alive if she knew you were down here.”)

The spider woman glanced up at Beserker and then at the girl again. The girl may not even be demon kind, though what she was doing in Hell, remained to be seen.

“What are you doing?” The dark haired spider woman asked in English.

~RB~

 

Zetta:  With no other necessities keeping him here, Cecil was off after his princess. She took her stand with cane in hand, despite his near-beckoning to move onto wrap this castle and all who followed it under the thumb of Wrath. However she had other plans and respected whatever rules were in place to set each of the seven kingdoms fairly away from each other. Since he had apparently done well here, he would silent once more as they would make their way to return to the carriage they had rode in on. Their driver had been doing nothing while he waited for the entire party to be over, Cecil had moved first to properly escort Gabriel, opening the doors quickly. Then he would accompany her and the two would be off elsewhere.

 

Moo:  Kirsikka reformed to hearing a female’s voice speaking the language that the Beserker had. She looked past the suit of armor if only for a moment to glance over her audience. A single woman; a sort of spider-like demon, actually. Kirsikka was interested, but not so much to keep her eyes on the nosy thing. Especially with the abrupt coming of winds through the room. What should have been impossible. A black cloud came rushing through, wrapping itself around the awaiting frost demon. With the view of the skeletal figure, a smirk was brought across her lips. “Someone gave you a touch of trouble, did they?” Of course referring to his lack of, well, flesh. And he had been brutalizing someone from the look and smell of the cloth he adorned himself with. Being that he answered the woman himself, she felt no need to speak until she was addressed. “That depends. Would you like to entertain yourself a while?”


Narcissa had been confused with the situation at hand. Why had the four been locked out when the ball had started only a short while ago? She frowned, her giddiness turning into anticipation. It was obvious with her antsy moving, constantly twitching or fiddling with something while she stepped this way and that. It wasn’t until a rush of demons ushered themselves through the doors that the Doctor was able to grasp one of them. As confused as the monster was, she listened intently with a curious expression, eyes slightly wide. “Sounds like trouble!” A disregarded comment as the demon finally pulled himself away from the Doctor’s grasp.

The frankensteinian monster’s disappointment was as apparent as Loc’s, though she didn’t cry. “Poor Loc!” she exclaimed after Wilhelm’s confirming there would be no dancing. Narcissa hadn’t much else to say until she felt herself wrapped in the arm of the good Doctor. The mention of food was always something that could bring a smile to her face. Dancing could be done at any given moment! They didn’t need a ball to party. She would show Loc that later in the evening. After pizza! “Okay!” the monster agreed while she was walked toward the Roadster once again. The only place in town where they could really fill their pallets with pizza was the restaurant within the middle kingdom.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Blacksmiths shop

Things were getting interesting down in the Blacksmith’s shop. The unknown dark haired spider like demon watched on with heightened interest as the ice maiden was joined by one of Hell’s more powerful entities. It actually brought about an amused smile as she watched the bloody and skeletal form wrap itself around the girl, then speak with such an aristocratic tone. Oh yes….odds on it was one of the Seven Princes. What on earth they were doing down in the bowels of Greed Castle, instead of enjoying the sumptuous delights of the ball buffet was anyone’s guess. But it was safe to assume that the ice maiden was in cahoots with ‘tall dark and bloody’. Charlotte looked up at the helm of Beserker and the armor surprisingly glanced down at her. Odd that they both spoke the same tongue. But…there was a reason for that.

“OH-feah-seewae-lu HA-lueay-fe-peae.” (Translation : “Another Prince.”)

“EAY-see’z ah-kuk-kuk wahq ooahee oh-see-see-luoh-pe-see seewae-te. Qeayzw EAY woh-kuk seewoh-see zneay-de-de.” (Translation : “It’s odd how you attract them. Wish I had that skill.”)

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The suit of armor actually let out a strange hollowed laugh as Charlotte simply shrugged her shoulders playfully, then smiled at the new arrival.

“After a party favorite? Let me guess. You came to take what belonged to Mammon.” The spider maiden held her finger in the air, before twirling it towards the hellish looking armor. The statues that stood in the circle that surrounded the suit of armor all suddenly stood to attention. How…very strange. The spider demon glanced at the stone warriors with her tongue caught between her teeth. She was enjoying this. She then cupped a hand to the side of her cheek as if she was telling some great secret.

“They know royalty.” A sly wink and then she hopped down off the podium that Beserker was standing on. Charlotte took a step back and simply folded her arms.

“Well…go on. You do want him, don’t you?” Another broad flash of a smile and wobbled her head back and forth. “Before Greedy comes down from her tower.” Greedy being her nickname for Lydia.

Beserker turned his helm towards the pair and then went back to being inanimate. The red glow dissipated from his eye slits.

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~Outside Greed Castle~

All dressed up and no party to go to. How disappointing. No chance to show off Loc. No dances. No fine finger food. Ah well. Wilhelm did brighten when he felt Narcissa wrap her arm around him. It was a nice comforting gesture and brought about a shy smile. He could always count on the Hell’s kitchen crew to cheer him up when he was down. So it was decided. Pizza at that nice restaurant in town.

As the Doctor and his date swanned towards the Roadster, Loc hoisted Roxanne up over his shoulder as though he was carrying her out of a fire and trotted along behind the Doctor and Narcissa like a happy puppy.

~RB~

 

Nhal:  Peering over his shoulder the skeletal figure would turn his ‘face’ towards Kirsikka. His lanky figure twisting oddly as he did so. The air around him swirled slightly, still in a light burst of movement from his arrival and the floor echoed with drops of blood falling from his cloths.
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Listening to the words of the other demon in the room, his head turned over in her direction, his body following suit as he plodded towards her slowly, looking over her every feature whilest he moved. He was extremely tall, nearly seven feet at least, and yet his body was still slouched over as if he was carrying some heavy object upon his shoulders. His voice scratched at her eardrums roughly as he spoke, especially standing this close.
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Giving a soft shrug he walked back over between Kirsikka and the armored suit, wrapping a hand around her wrist and another on the shoulder of the armor. The suit gradually turning to dust, the tall dark figure and Kirsikka following close behind.
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Moo:  Having heard her accomplice’s answer, Kirsikka simply nodded. The miniature blade she had kept hidden before was gone from sight once again. She simply waited while she felt his hand wrap around her wrist, watching as he put his other on the shoulder of the armor. Her efforts to cut into the suit weren’t necessary after all, and it left her with a small exhale of what could have been relief. At least her Lord’s wishes were fulfilled one way or another, and he was sure to be pleased with the sight of the entire suit. Instead of some scrap metal cut away from its breast plate. By this time, the stranger’s words were nothing but a buzzing in Kirsikka’s ears. She only had to wait patiently before she was in her Lord’s sights once again.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Blacksmith’s shop

Charlotte listened to the skeletal tall demon speak with such a threatening tone. Odd really. His words were of how that they couldn’t be followed, and that once in the“Master’s possession that he welded absolute power over his charges or vessels. This was really of no consequence to Charlotte. It wasn’t her suit to begin with. She just…understood it a hell of a lot better than say Mammon, or the latest Mistress of Greed – Lydia. You see, Beserker was more of a curse than anything and naturally, Charlotte was not at all bothered that they wanted to take it. That is EXACTLY what Mammon had done, and we all know how that ended. Was this new Master so great that he or she…or it could change the will of the armor? Cause it to go against its nature? Break the curse of insanity that came with wearing it to battle?

The spider maiden watched on with an amused expression as the being took hold of the hand of the ice maiden, and then the Beserker – all of which crumpled into dust upon the floor. Charlotte cast her eyes down at it and then gave a light shoulder shrug. No doubt Lydia would be pissed at the loss of the suit, but Charlotte…..oh she had no ties to Greed, or any kingdom in hell for that matter. She served one, and Mazmezz was more than enough, thank you very much. What was she doing in Greed? You might ask. She was a Bebilith. One of Hell’s great demon hunters. Only thing was she chose her prey at will. In the humanoid form she was easier to deal with. As a full blown arachnid….that was another story.

The dust had not yet blown away, but Charlotte wasn’t hanging around to find out. Her crimson stained lips moved as she spoke an incantation, which caused her image to blur and then shimmer from view. Acting out her plane shifting technique which allowed her to move easily from realm to realm, or to a new place in Hell, the spider demon left the Blacksmith shop. Destination….unknown.

 

~RB~