One Hell of an Offer – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

The Prince of Gluttony is given an offer that is very hard to refuse.

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

Co-written with Zetta, Moo, Artie, Frids and Aion.

 

Zetta:  The air was thick with atrocity, untold badness swarmed this place like locust. Blitz couldn’t put his finger on anyone’s scent right now, there was far too many others in the wind, even with the door busted open leading a gentle breeze consistently throughout the place there was no immediate change in what he was catching whiff of. Having already deduced a hint of death, there was too much to be normal, it was amazing to him that the others had not been hacking up. Since it had barely been a day since he last ate, at the ball, he was certainly capable of doing so, only through consideration for his surroundings that he managed to restrain himself. Eren seemed idle, oh well, the other man aligned with Gluttony would begin moving about on his own as usual. Despite this allied force, the likes of Blitz was boundless compared to mortals, not out of any desire to turn on authority, but because he was free completely. “I’m parkin’ it here, Boss. This place creeps me out..” He said simply, wanting to post himself up against the other side of the wall from Victoria, the woman appeared to take solace in current loneliness.

So without another word he would begin walking backwards until getting on the opposite side of doorway. Then, before creating any distance between Beelzebub and the Doctor, who had just approached the three of them, he heard the addressing of a title. Prince of Gluttony… Out of everything, those were the words the male deity hung onto. Prior to coming into Hell’s Kitchen, Blitz had taken steps into the place after the blonde assassin, he had a similar demeanor that she appeared to, generally uncaring. After hearing that last bit though, he acknowledged the prince he followed as someone who was not just strong and capable of forcing change, but one who others as well made note of. The doctor bowed then, just as the deformed man in his service had prior, this would be the first time Blitz felt proud to be aligned with someone. While close-range, he then took in as much information as he could about the doctors capabilities, while remaining unaware of exactly how science defined the doctor, he at least knew of any supernatural abilities under his possession. From there he turned towards Victoria, already knowing some of her arsenal he wanted to see why exactly the glutton prince had come to her directly, giving her ultimatums and clawing her from Anarchy Division, instead of just paying her for a temp-service as a body guard.

“How long have you and the prince exchanged like that?” He said inquisitively, but also nonchalant. When he came to assist Eren, Victoria was already at Beelzebub’s defense. Yet here she was actively avoiding a supportive role to the man, caked on top of their words to each other earlier he already suspected a serious bad-blood between them. This could easily be explained if she told him something like ‘long story’ though, speaking seemed to be a problem for her, so he was already not expecting much. Realistically though,he wanted to kill time without leaving the building and without stepping any further inside.
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His face twisted at Victoria’s response, referring to him as a bug which she intended to smash, she mentioned him being on a paper. “Whoa, whoa.. You almost upset me just then.” Spoken without even the slightest emotion, since he already had what he wanted in her being with him, there was no need to be angry regardless of what she said. To express this, he told her differently, with an evident tone of a liar, or someone who did not care, the order of things was all in his hands. If not, her words translated to him that to her, the prince was merely an inconvenience, in accordance to the words of praise he had just given to that of an insect. The beetle, her intended taunt became verbal proof of what he was saying, that while she apparently belittled him from the start, he had effortlessly severed her connection to Anarchy Division. Scoffing to show an attitude he moved ahead of her still..

Beelzebub was first welcomed by Igor, after first greeting the hunchbacked man, taking in formalities that were customary to only that of the Seven Princes. Even that of nobles paled in comparison to the gratitude necessary to show to one of them, the demonic glutton specifically had this treatment directly after his birth. It was odd when he was approached so casually by that man in the Town Square, but he decided then that if he was not preoccupied he would have gone to eat him. Therefore casting the disrespect off as a fluke. In this regard he chuckled lightly, until that of the Doctor appeared, showing up with a punctual welcoming that overshadowed his assistant’s presence completely. The Prince nodded at the address before watching the bow take place, the same time that he was relayed to by one of his new subordinates, Blitz. Beel’s hand was still in pocket, and so to ‘shoo’ off that advance he shrugged his shoulders. “Just don’t make it hard to find you.” Even with being told that the man would remain at the entrance/exit, people always had a way of doing their own thing, his words then was a reply to that. Just then, the Doctor would return to his standing straight position, his shoes clicked together still in what would seem to be a prepped stance..

“Huhuh-” A chuckle, but in his dark, deep, low-tone voice, even that came out altered to sound rather menacing in nature.. Now that the two main players were looking eye-to-eye it was time to get things moving again, first order of business, the Doctor caught on quick and already moved to lead the man down a corridor. They would be headed to the main office, thankfully without any apparent delay. “My eyes were bigger than my stomach.” A play on his represented sin, the prince had indeed bit off more than he could chew choosing to go head to head with Mammon with nothing but a fist. Overconfidence left him with a reminder of that battle, but with his friend dead, there was not even a means of getting payback. Though he would find himself tearing down Lydia, and her Kingdom, just to spit on what legacy that man left behind. Nothing personal, as Greed would be one of the last most likely, with it’s diminished army.. Beelzebub was just hungry for more.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was not a creature to sleep. Being up all night, she could only lay there and be a good monster for the Doctor. Otherwise, who would entertain her? She did it herself, often reading through books on anatomy or other cool things the Doctor did with the bodies they collected. How long before they would raise an army of people like Loc? Certainly not as special as she was with the powers she’d been granted. Her feet kicked silently and slowly as she laid there with a book in front of her, humming quietly. Nobody else was in the room; it was a time for her to be subtle. Until the door popped open. She swore she heard it, but when she looked back, it was closed again. The frankensteinian monster merely shrugged and continued her humming and reading. There was a muffled yell from the hall, grabbing her attention at long last and she sat herself up, peering back at the door. Narcissa knew it was early in the morning by now, so maybe the Doctor was finally awake. She stood to walk toward the door, opening it slowly to look out. To no avail. But she did hear Loc and Igor having their own fun in the Doctor’s chambers. Her eyebrows lifted as she listened, and finally giggled, grinning to herself before she slipped out of the room to make her way to the chambers. But oops, too slow. Narcissa looked around, continuing toward the front of the building as she slid the lab coat on over her body and buttoned it around the waist. “GOOD MORNING!” she nearly bellowed out to the rest of the building, grinning. From the noises and chatter coming from different directions, it was apparent that the Doctor was busy. Maybe the entire crew would have their work cut out for them.

 

Frid:  After instructing Loc to simply set the door aside he then motioned for the gigantic lout to head into the foyer. Seemingly excited to meet a new friend Loc set the heavy door off to the side before lumbering his way toward the two men. Once he had positioned himself accordingly Igor launched into a sing song like introduction. “Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Intrigued by the hunchback’s words Delsin took a step forward and eyed the creature briefly. Judging by the various body parts and stitching covering his entire body the rumors Delsin had heard about the Doctor were true. Not only could mend the wounded he could also bring them back from the dead too! As further confirmation to the bounty hunter’s suspicions a Voice rang out saying “I made him.”

The Doctor had just reached the end of the stairs tugging at his jacket sleeves before noticing the door had been knocked clean off its hinges.“We have a bell, you know.”The Doctor added, before extending his hand towards Delsin and introducing himself. Glad to finally meet the eccentric Doctor the bounty hunter took his hand and shook it firmly. “Delsin Rowe, perhaps I’ll use the doorbell on the next visit.” he retorted casually before Loc interrupted with a low growling sound. Shortly after dark shadows began entering the doorway and then the foyer. Delsin quickly released the Doctor’s hand and looked to the entryway curious as to the cause of the disturbance.

Much to his dismay the bounty hunter saw none other than the Prince of Gluttony himself step into the room. In addition the Prince had also brought a few other travelers along with him. Of all the royal princes of hell Beel was probably the most self-righteous of the bunch and expected all to kneel to his greatness. Right on cue Igor and the Doctor smiled at the gelatinous prince and greeted him happily. Delsin on the other hand had decided to skip the formalities and simply lean up against a nearby wall. he then pulled out a small pack of cigarettes he’d stashed in the breast pocket of his jacket. With little care for anyone else in the room Delsin placed one of the slender white cylinders between his lips and promptly lit the other end with a few sparks from his fingers. With the cigarette now alight he took took few deep breaths allowing the noxious smoke to fill his lungs. Enjoying the taste he held his breath for a moment then released a cloud of thick black smoke as he exhaled. Once the Doctor had finished exchanging pleasantries with his new guests he motioned for the group to follow to the main office. Without a word Delsin peeled himself from the wall and headed for the office behind the others, all the while still puffing on his cigarette carelessly.

 

Aion:  

Eren had little to no care in the world at this point due to the many things he seemed to be involved in, and the thing he was involved in. It was rare for him to be so active but being this active is something that could be worthwhile due to him following a constant hunger in Beel, and a powerful fight in Blitz. Just being around two extremely strong people was enough to get his blood going and get him motivated to start something but at this point it was his place to be starting anything but to simply be the finisher in whatever Beel decided to do for himself. Eren had been following Blitz and the Prince along with the girl for sometime until they reached a structure. Never coming into this place before or knowing of its existence he simply ignored it until they were at the doors to it in which a question was asked of him from Blitz. “Nope I haven’t actually. I never even knew this place existed here, and I’m assuming you had no idea of this place either since you’re asking if I’ve ever been here.” Shaming his head he slid his hands into his pockets. The sights that he had saw when he actually did step into this place was beyond foul, the stench of blood and death was almost toxic but to him this was normal, the smell of death and the aroma of blood lingering was something he loved especially since it was a rarity for him to even act in such a way. Enjoying the smell so much he I baled deeply through his nostrils, inhaling so hard he sucker the air out of the room for a brief moment before exhaling with a small smile. He was about to say something to Beel when a man who creepiness was beyond a level he had never felt before, an uneasy feeling that made him ball his first but release it just as quick as Eren wasn’t here to fight but to await lord Beel’s arm to either be heal or recieve a new one all together. Releasing a soft sigh he was now leaning up against the wall with Blitz now, he glanced st Victoria but she seemed to have a stick up her ass for some reason or another but most likely due to what had occurred in the Town earlier. Chuckling go himself he closed his eyes for a moment to catch his thoughts on what was happening.

Following a gluttonous prince, following Blitz, a brute of a female who doesn’t speak any English, a doctor who is far beyond any level of creepiness he’s seem so far, and an unknown agenda that Beel has yet to reveal to anyone. Releasing a soft sigh he glanced up to see that Beel was following after the doctor now. Using the air waves in this place to hear the words Beel had been saying Eren relaxed at the door with Blitz and would stay idle here until the Prince would return with or without the doctor.

Finally feeling at ease after all this time his breathing was regulated now and seemed normal but that was until his heart nearly skipped a beat at the loud noise of someone in this place, not being able to pinpoint the exact position of this person was annoying but did they have to be so loud? Shaking his head slowly he tilted his head to Victoria as Blitz had asked her question, and then his head titled to Blitz. “Do you think she’s this angry because she doesn’t get none? I’ve heard that can happen, or do you think she’s mad because of something? Maybe frustrated about something internally?” He remembered the sly remark she gave him back in the town so he’d take the perfect opportunity to get under her skin in any way possible. She was female with way too much confidence in her own ability as if she couldn’t get overwhelmed by anyone here if they truly wanted, not focusing on her any longer he bag snapping his finger to create fire, and destroy the fire on his fingertips as a source of enjoyment until Beel came back from whatever he’s deciding to do. Smelling smoke Eren looked I the direction of the man who was smoking a cigarette and sighed, all that harmful smoke that nobody wants to inhale, Eren pointing his finger at the man fired off a bullet sized fireball at the cigarette in an attempt to get him to drop the thing or at least get somewhere that nobody has to smell that. It would just be better for everyone as well as the man to just put out his cigarette and move on with his day until they leave at least.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen

For such an early hour, business appeared brisk. First the arrival of the gentleman by the name of Delsin Rowe. The Doctor had not encountered this chap before, but he was well mannered enough, even buying into the Doctor’s sarcastic comment that he might consider using the doorbell when he next came to visit the Lab. Word must be spreading about the Doctor’s work, for Deslin to have come to meet with the Doctor personally – and that can be counted as a good thing. Any publicity being good publicity. The Doctor was about to ask the man as to the nature of his visit, when the Prince of Gluttony and his entourage entered the building. There are certain rules of behavior that are established throughout the many realms of Hell, and respect for the Princes – regardless of sin was paramount. One wrong word….one foolish gesture and your entire business could literally go up in flames. Wilhelm was sure to get back to attending to Deslin after he was sure to greet the Prince and his party with a dignified response. A throwback from his German heritage, he acted much like his grandfather would have when meeting a dignitary.

The Doctor’s eyes went from the Prince, to each in his party. A very large chap that could not hide the look of disapproval for what was either the decor, or possibly the smell. The lab was like a catacomb of various buildings and underground chambers that housed thousands of rotting corpses. Many were kept on ice, but…with the recent war in wrath, they still had many to catalog from before the Greed ball. The smell of death was not to everyone’s tastes, but the Doctor had grown accustom to it. A woman had followed along behind the gentlemen, but she was quite vocal in her sarcasm – though it had nothing to do with the lab nor its staff. That was more of a private matter, and was treated just as such. The final man to enter took an interest in the Prince’s dealing with the Doctor. Perhaps a loyal follower, but he showed little to no interest in the lab either. This was just another port of call, before they returned to their own realm. The gathering hovered about the entrance, the first male suggesting that he would wait there, probably so he wouldn’t be sickened by the horrid aroma. They were just damn lucky that Loc was no longer suffering from the effects of the garlic pizza. One blast from his anus and it was enough to melt your face off.

Much to the Doctor’s surprise however, Narcissa appeared – her voice booming out towards all assembled with her cheery greeting. The Doctor glanced upward and looked about for Shamus Gold, who thankfully had not reappeared. Seeing his Frankenstein female creation, he waved her down to meet with the new guests.

“Narcissa. Would you be so kind as to offer the Prince’s minions some refreshments. Oh…and get Deslin here an ashtray.” The smell of cigarette smoke having reached him. Amazing how the Doctor’s nose was quite sensitive to it. Igor happened to notice that the last guest to arrive had aimed a small fire ball like charge towards the cigarette that Deslin was holding. Would the man really consider such behavior in the Doctor’s foyer? What was worse was that Narcissa could get caught in the crossfire.

The Doctor knew that the Prince would hunger for something much more than the odd tray of finger food and chicken nuggets. Walking into his main office, the priority was to ensure his guests were all catered to – be it food, drink…or in the Prince’s case a new arm. He happened to make a throwaway comment that his eyes were bigger than his stomach. This must have had to do with how he came to lose his arm in the first place. The Doctor did not know the details, but he did know that he was the man that could do something about it.

Going into the main office, was like entering a strange specimen collection room, matched with a large desk, rows of book cases, and tanks that were filled with all manner of creatures. Life sized and suspended in special aminoic like fluid. The many creatures looked to be sleeping almost. It was clear that the Doctor had some very strange hobbies. If the Prince and Deslin happened to notice Narcissa, the Doctor would comment.

“Narcissa was….my first attempt at resurrection. Though she is a special case.” Wilhelm did not want to elaborate further on that, as it brought back so many haunting memories. If Deslin and the Prince entered the inner sanctum of the Doctor’s office, they would be offered a large leather chair each, as the Doctor prepared to help each in turn. The most obvious was of course the Prince, since he was visibly missing an arm. Leaning against his desk, he folded his arms, studying the damaged limb. Wilhelm thought for a moment as he considered the options that were available.

“My Lord Beelzebub, I imagine you wish to have something unique and more useful in place of the arm you have lost. Come to think of it, I may have something that would only add to your great power.” Unfolding his arms, he walked around his desk and then pulled open a drawer that held many cream coloured files. It was a good thing that he was so particular when it came to cataloging body parts, especially at a time like this. “I am quite capable of building a cybernetic replacement that doubles as an arm cannon…..HOWEVER…I was thinking of something more solid.”Wilhem gripped his right hand into a fist as he said the word ‘solid’, then pulled out a picture of exactly what he had in mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, after he had stared at the image on the paper.

“This…is known as the Right hand of doom.” The arm was reddish in colour and looked to be made from rock, with special markings on the sides. “Don’t ask me how I got it. Let’s just say, I have many associates on the black market willing to trade anything for a price.” the Doctor then passed the picture over to Beelzebub, waiting to see his reaction.“First and foremost is its durability, it is made of a rock-like substances which makes it very hard and impossible to injure. It’s also shown mystic properties, from the reports I have.” If this was a sales pitch, the Doctor was being a real pro. “From testing, it has unharnessed levels of power, that are yet to be discovered. Barely tapped the surface on that, my Lord.” With an arm like this…imagine what it could do to the balance of the Hell Princes. For what Beelzebub had lost, this would be a very rewarding replacement.

This was why the Doctor was so good at what he did. Research and constantly striving to learn as much as he could about the lore and availability of useful creatures and body parts for his experiments.

“The best part….it works even without its original host.” What more could you want?

As the Prince was left to ponder this interesting possible replacement, the Doctor shifted his attention over to Deslin. “I imagine you are not here to invest in spare parts.” Wilhelm had not noticed a deformity upon the man’s person. “If you are selling bodies, we do have a pick up service. We aim to please.”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria gazed off into the distance, fuming quietly. Great. More people to see her shame of being associated with the bumbling giant. She spoke no words back to Blitz, nor Eren, already angered enough. As if she really needed this in her life. She was second in Command of the Anarchy Division. No prince owned her. No inferior being such as the troublemaking fire man could make her flinch. If he wanted to make dirty jokes and degrade her, fine. But she would not stoop to his level. The blonde assassin gazed aimlessly at the room’s contents, not quite registering what she was saying but gazing anyway… “Be back at castle.” Her words should have been mumbled, but instead were loud and steady. Proud. As if she couldn’t give any less of a fuck on his response – which, frankly, she couldn’t. In fact, she’d love very much to blow his brains out. “Use your little insects to find me. They are all you have.”

That comment also insulted Eren and Blitz, insinuating that they were no more than insects. How dare she talk to them in such a voice, you ask? Because, frankly, she could not muster a fuck to give. With those words Victoria would open the large doors of the Laboratory, walking out and not even bothering to close them behind her. She’d go to the Kingdom, but not willingly. And not soon, anyway. With his damned spies, Victoria felt she didn’t have a choice – and that was something that irritated her more than anything else ever could.

Zetta:  The room echoed with plague, with even the slightest turns of his head the Glutton Prince could identify the numerous horrors in the Laboratory section of Hell’s Kitchen. It seemed that no matter where his red oculars took him, he was constantly absorbing another sighting of terror. His walk was steady at first, but then became slightly awkward when he began twisting his body to face different directions, his legs following after. At this time, the only one still walking nearby was Eren, who had then immediately halted his own moving forward to allow Beelzebub to aimlessly look around at his surroundings. The one who was not so attentive, similar to the prince in that he did not particularly care for the others in the room except for the Doctor, was the man who visited this establishment before the ravenous demon himself. Delsin, the rumored bounty hunter, unintentionally came right into Beel’s pathway, the one he had personally been paying no mind to. Where normally, the two beings would collide, bringing them both apart in an initial forceful budge: Beelzebub was far bigger, and more immense in terms of mass and strength. Beel would bump into the bounty hunter, and push him aside. To which, the air itself parted itself from the quickness when he felt something collide with his large body, instantly pausing his every motion to confront this annoyance..

“Delsin, huh.” He said, with a light snarl. “Watch yourself, or i’ll eat you.” Without any knowledge of who or what the person was, he threatened to indulge himself with their entirety, this was mutually a warning as well, to make the man then acknowledge who it was beside him. Regardless of the response, Beelzebub would turn away with a rather regal look, and decide to walk forward, ignoring the presence thereafter to continue on his own whims. Unlike before however, he was now alert to the surrounding, having been inconvenienced with his own lack of concerns at the time. Following after Dr. Willhelm without missing a beat. Upon passing through the double-doors, being led by the Doctor himself, Beelzebub was opened up to many different ideas. All of which originated from what he was newly introduced to, entrapped within a building of glorious experiments, the man was almost panting like a dog with all that the other man before him had been so committed to. “You’ve really done well in presentation, Doc, I would like a facility just as productive as this in my Kingdom.” Spoken true, and at the same time Victoria had vocalized her parting, which was smart considering what Beel had told her prior to getting here. The doctor’s good impressions had blinded him completely to the blonde’s presence. So he said a bit on this impression, smiling now, to have unwarranted linings of corpses all in one place to test out he would definitely find some ways of genetic manipulation. That very thought consuming him more and more with each passing second. This would speak to Beelzebub’s character, his reaction to Delsin was how a ‘typical’ royal would act in such a circumstance with someone they did not know. His reaction to the Doctor was more of his concern, and so had deserved his appreciation so that he might be able to attain something he wanted..

As they first past into the room where the prince would be intrigued the most: They were welcomed in with an unexpected cheeriness from another assistant, this one female and not hardly a sight for sore eyes unlike the others he had previously been introduced to. Save for that tall man who had been fumbling with the door earlier, prior to the Prince’s arrival with his own group. Shortly after laying eyes on the nurse he had received a very similar introduction as when he first met Igor, just another creation at first, until the being adopted their own personality over time. This one already seemed to be bursting with energy. His eyes lit up upon catching wind of an animated corpse before him. “You resurrected her?!.. Was it with magic, or science?” His kind had only just begun to find themselves breaching the threshold that humans had already dived into that was technology. Although barely understood, he did know that workings of mechanics had done some amazing things in foreign lands, one such was with the Doctor’s experiments. An answer wasn’t needed immediately, because it was then that Beelzebub was introduced to yet another fascination when Willhelm spoke, first of cybernetics, something beyond what he personally knew of, and then when the other man bawled his fist. The word ‘solid’ made the prince antsy, it became apparent that the Doctor had something special in mind, as he should with a highly frequent and paying customer. “The Hand of Doom?” As it was probably originally called, since it could be potentially be modified to fit onto either hand, had rubbed the glutton prince in all of the right ways. Every word spoken of the item was to his greatest desire, the Doctor knew all of the right words, the thing was sold before he had even finished, but the other man did well to explain it’s qualities so that the consumer ate it all up.

As usual of Beel though.. This called for some thinking about, the Doctor mentioned it’s usefulness without it’s original host, a pondering concept to be looked into while taking a seat on the lounge chair prepared for him. A more thoughtful consumer would have needed an explanation on what that entailed, and knowledge of whatever mystics enchanted the item itself, as far as truer capabilities and limits. However, for the glutton, all he needed to know was that it could replace his missing hand, and that with it he would be at a greater advantage. He was already given his cake with that knowledge, and all of it’s selling points was that cake being fed slowly to him. Ideal for the plans he was setting into motion. With paper in-hand on it’s schematics, the prince became so excited that he leaped from his chair, moments after having it setup for him. It was slightly crumbled in his hand, obviously from the unrestrained excitement. “Yes!.. I want it! Where is it!” Like a kid in a candy store. But his voice was still filled with base, deep with masculinity as an example of the man from whence it came. Beelzebub would have shoved the hand onto the bone of his forearm with no hesitation if he could have, most likely the reason why it was not put before him yet. When his seller had taken to cater to the other guest, it left the prince jittery since he had already come to his decision, not instantly though.. Where had that wonderful opportunity gone, and why!?
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Blitz had already taken to crossing his legs, his head was up watching the Prince of Gluttony move off with Eren, and the other man he had not come to know just yet. Instead of approaching that one for his identity though, the man himself was taking to a conversation with Victoria, the intelligent kinetic was a misty haze of questions. All of which were towards her being here, allied with Gluttony. He took no part in their engagement after all. It would be a challenge to get her to open up, he knew, because her aura of fury, even while hiding these feelings from her facial expression. Every mannerism and word she gave up was one of disrespect or disdain of some kind, most would take this as an individual who is simply bitter but there was very likely a heavy brand of honest loyalty invoked here. Eren had decided to stay behind momentarily, shooting a comment as the blonde lady for being inactive, coincidentally the demigod had only recently come from living in that frame of reference. He and Astarte shared a long time in relations with one another, it was why her disappearing act had him so alert at first. Out of trust, these thoughts had been disbanded almost entirely, but now he was faced with them again after the revival of a topic. With a simple sigh, he reminded himself of the words he thought up then, and was right back on track with the verbal exchange between Eren, Victoria, and Blitz himself..

Or at least what it would have been if the woman was not so taken aback by the words spoken, she removed herself entirely from the conversation. Before she stayed back at the entrance to distance herself from Beelzebub, now she had lifted herself off of the wall and left the building itself. Saying only to Beel that she would be at the castle. It seemed unlikely that she would accomplish anything, but even more frustration if strapped to her lonesome. Getting in the castle wouldn’t be an easy task either considering she did not seem especially powerful, if she marched to the gates in a huff then she would be subject to attack. “I’ll make sure sure she doesn’t do anything stupid..” He muttered as he rose himself from the wall as well.. Similar to how he was attacked by Sloth in attendance at Greed, things just happened when it came to the seven Kingdoms in Hell, this being the prominent reason for his own joining up with Gluttony, having a name that held weight backing his every motive. With this thought he put to fingers to his forehead in a quick solute to Eren as he would take off after the woman. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, guess we’ll be meeting at the castle man.” He said, a wide grin overwhelming most of the bottom-half of his face. Blitz took off with rapid-flight, with two guards gone, this left Eren to be the only one still at Beelzebub’s side. The black-phoenix’ presence was needed though while their prince had only a single hand in his defense, his mind daunted over to the possibility of Eren earning a higher rank than he, when the time came for the prince to actually assign jobs to his new officers. He decided to be uncaring about it, so long as he got to fight without leisure. Right now he would be right after Victoria.

Moo:  Narcissa cheerfully made her way toward the Doctor as she was waved over. Glancing around at the guests curiously, she grinned again and waved as a simple means to greet everyone simultaneously. Her head turned as Wilhelm addressed her, nodding. “Sure, Doctor.” The girl hummed a tune while she turned to let herself out, hearing his statement as the door closed behind her. A shrug of her shoulders. Narcissa was his first creation, yes. But she was still impressive. Despite her seemingly overly-bright personality and simple-mindedness, she was still capable of a few feats anyone had yet to see. Or, anyone but the Doctor himself, at least.

Grabbing an ashtray for the man named Deslin was easy enough. Narcissa’s eyes wandered about the room when she rejoined it, ashtray in one hand, glass in another. Conversation was still going on–something about a Hand of Doom. The frankensteinian monster made a long, low whistle at the sound of the name. It was an impressive thing the Doctor had in store. For him to offer it to Gluttony meant some good business in the future, if he was in fact able to throw the sales pitch successfully. She looked up at the towering prince; taller than even herself, standing at six feet. A slight shrug of her shoulders and she walked over to Deslin with a smile. “Here ya go.” She offered the tray, lifting her hand with it flat in her palm…just in time for a small bullet-size flame to whizz right above it toward the man’s cigarette. Without actually shrieking, Narcissa was quick to jump back with widened eyes and a rather loud gasp. Hopefully the flame hadn’t caught Deslin or any flammables behind him. Narcissa turned to glare at whoever the culprit was. Yes–glare. Fire brought out some of the worst in her, after all.

 

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