Dedicated to the Writers and Artists of Charlie Hebdo.

I had posted this song in tribute to those that died at Charlie Hedbo back in January of this year. Once again, France has been hit again by extremists who are trying to destroy the very freedoms of our civilized world. The right to go about our daily lives in peace. My prayers to those that have died, and my loving thoughts and condolences to their families, their friends, and the People of France.

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We have the chance to turn the pages over
We can write what we want to write
We gotta make ends meet, before we get much older

We’re all someone’s daughter
We’re all someone’s son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

You’re the voice, try and understand it
Make the noise and make it clear, oh, woah
We’re not gonna sit in silence
We’re not gonna live with fear, oh, woah

This time, we know we all can stand together
With the power to be powerful
Believing we can make it better

Ooh, we’re all someone’s daughter
We’re all someone’s son, oh
Give a look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun

You’re the voice, try and understand it
Make the noise and make it clear, oh, woah
We’re not gonna sit in silence
We’re not gonna live with fear…

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Camp Haven.

This is a new series that is co-written with seven other writers.  Most of the posts are written in first person, which is a little new to me.

Intro:

S.S

Welcome, one and all to Camp Haven!

Have you ever felt…different? Cast out from your peers because you could do things that they couldn’t? Have you ever been able to bend something to your will, be it water, air, fire, earth, or something more? Well don’t worry, this is the place for you! We have a fully equipped camp for everyone. We have a training ground, where our highly trained staff, who are just like you, will teach you how to control and master your gift! We have cabins for every type of bending, and they are very comfortable! We have a wonderful dining hall, with meals that enhance your mastery of your gift, as well as a fully stocked medical facility for whenever you have an accident. We also have special events every week, but you will have to come and see what they are for yourself! We can’t give everything away here can we? Worried that your parents wont let you come? Don’t worry! We are open 24/7, so your family can come and visit whenever they want!

So, if you have a gift, and you want to meet other people just like you, and make lasting friendships, then come to Camp Haven, where everyone is safe!

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*RIIIIING* I lashed out with my fist and sent the alarm clock sailing across the room. I knew exactly what time it was by the sun just coming over the horizon. 6:30am. It was time to get the camp ready for the new arrivals. I stretched as I walked into the shower. As the hot water cascaded around me, I checked my skin for signs of hemorrhaging. Being a Haemokinetic, or Blood Bender as we are referred to as, I had to constantly check my body for internal “leakage”. I got out of the shower, and looked over at the shattered alarm clock. I reached out with my mind, and began to reassemble it. I was a Ferrokinetic as well, meaning I could control metal, but I rarely used it. I picked up the assembled clock and put it back on the nightstand. As I headed for the door, I grabbed my black counselor uniform, which consisted of track pants, a spandex undershirt and a hooded sweatshirt, off the counter in the kitchen and pulled it on. None of the other counselors were awake yet, which gave me some time to head to the training ground and meditate. “Here’s to another year, Tim, make the best of it,” I muttered as I walked across the cool grass toward the grounds. “Let’s just hope the kids have more common sense this time.

 

S.S

It was around 7:00am when I finally reached the training grounds near the entrance to the camp. I took a deep breath in and looked around. I could see that the medical pavilion and dining hall staff were preparing for the arrival of the campers near the north side of the grounds. The medical pavilion’s white-washed walls were a stark contrast to the rising red sun, and the dining hall was nearly invisible due to the dark blue paint job. I looked back at the cabins on the west end of the grounds. The counselor cabin, being the only two story building in that area, dwarfed the other cabins by comparison, but they look almost alike. “They almost look like Lincoln log cabins” I muttered. I turned back towards the entrance to the camp, on the south end of the compound. I sat down in the sand and gravel fighting pit, and waited to hear the sounds of cars pulling into the lots.

 

Yan:

“I wonder if there’s more here?” I muttered to myself as I took inventory of the medical supplies. My hands ran along the boxes of saline, sterile gauze, bandages and dressings of various sorts, and I frowned at them in thought. “We’ll go through most of this in a single busy week, I’d wager.” I reached back and ran my fingers through my hair nervously, my eyes darting up to see the time. 7:00 am. They’ll be here soon.

I found the hair tie nestled against my wrist and used it to fashion a disorderly bun at the nape of my neck – disorderly enough to match my thoughts. I began to add some last-minute necessities to the cabinets and hummed quietly as I did so. The light, wooden cabinets added a more homey touch to the otherwise white interior of the building. I took a deep breath, and even from within the pavilion there was a faint hint of cedar lurking in the air. My favorite. Well. My thoughts corrected. Only second to coffee. The sun shone through the windows valiantly, somehow livening up the quiet space. Actually – I thought to myself, after a few moments of calm – I bet there’s more supplies on the backup cart. I glanced toward the large closet space near the back of the medical pavilion that I’d yet to venture into. It’s worth a look.

My arms could barely reach around the stack of boxes containing excess supplies after I’d stacked them, but I somehow managed to get the boxes and myself to the back room – what I could only assume was the supply room – in one piece. I clumsily opened the door, nearly dropping a box of 0.9% Normal Saline bags in the process. I set the boxes down just inside the door and felt around for a light switch for a few moments before they gratuitously turned on. They were the kind that sensed movement. Well, that’s handy. I thought, walking into the room in search of more sterile gauze.

 

Max:

Waking up at 6:40 am. I rolled out of my bed yawning and scratching my eyes. I checked my skin for any burns which was a daily routine for a Sergekinetic, or the ability to make and control acid. After taking a shower, I brush my hair and then brush my teeth. Putting on my Counselor uniform I run out making sure all the cabins were clean and organized. Going to the kitchen I make myself a cup of coffee and sigh “Well hopefully this is a good year” toasting to myself as I slowly sip my coffee.

Going to the training grounds to check on some small minor things, I stumble upon my superior Tim”Good morning Tim” Briefly talking to him I get my clipboard of the names of the campers and stand at the entrance waiting as the campers came in.

 

Yan:

“Shit!” I exclaimed as I tripped over something while exiting the supply closet. Twelve small packages of sterile gauze flew everywhere, like some odd confetti. I reached out with my hand and caught the door jam, turning on my back so that it could take most of the blow. After the air had been knocked from me as I connected with the ground, I looked to my palm. I’d scraped it on something – probably the door jam, somehow and it began to burn as soon as I looked at it. I propped myself up on my other hand, looking to find the offending object that had tripped me – the boxes I’d left by the door. I frowned at them, as though they had done something wrong and quickly stood up to nudge them further inside the supply closet with my foot, closed the door, and gathered my confetti gauze.

After placing the packages in the cabinets, I glanced at my skinned palm again. It wasn’t really bleeding, but I grabbed an alcohol swab to place against it anyway. It was true that nursing school was largely responsible for making me almost germaphobic. I sucked in a breath at the sting of alcohol and patted the scrape dry with a piece of gauze, before placing my other hand over it. Better get some practice. I thought to myself, my palms pressed together in a sideways-praying sort of way. With the ability of vitakinesis I can induce healing – speed it up, even, within reason. Pain control was another bonus. It helped to focus on nothing but the injury, and making it yours to control. Inhaling slowly, I imagined the edges of the scrape turning inward, and coming closer together. While exhaling, I imagined the pain leaving as my breath did. It was like meditating, almost. After a few moments of this, the burning had turned into little but a dull ebb, and I stopped to examine my handiwork. The scrape had subsided into a small area of light discoloration, which went away after a day or so if the injury wasn’t deep enough to scar.

I sighed and closed the cabinets that I’d left open. “I need some coffee.” I turned down the hallway toward one of the smaller pavilion entrances and stepped out into the crisp air, headed toward the dining hall. Turning my head, I saw two male figures in the distance and waved. They looked to be counsellors, and I wasn’t sure if they were among the ones I’d already met or not. I wasn’t even sure if they’d seen me, and hopefully they hadn’t been near a window to see the tumble I’d taken. Glad none of the kids were here to see that. I thought as I continued toward the dining hall.

 

S.S:

 

I nodded to Jerome, and looked back at the entrance. The campers were slowly beginning to file in. I recognized a few of them, as they had been with us for years, but most of the faces I was were unfamiliar to me. I saw a boy about the age of 16 hug his mother good-bye and grab his suitcase. I glanced to my left and saw a girl no more than 10 crying as she said good-bye to her parents. I smiled. “Jerome, check off the names of the campers who arrived. I’ll gather them around the fighting pit. It’s time for orientation.”

 

Max:

 

Nodding I go to the entrance of the camp and and set up a table and pulling out a chair I take out my clipboard and check off the names of campers who had already came.” Let me see… Ah yes the new campers” Looking at the group of newcomers. “So we got Thomas, Lilly, Ashton, and Bray” checking off the names. I direct all the campers to Tim”Showtime buddy” Patting him as I walk back to the entrance to make sure if any latecomers come.

 

Yan:

 

Eris walked out of the dining hall, a fresh cup of coffee in hand – which somehow made this already fantastic morning a little bit sweeter. She smiled at the campers walking in as they started getting their bearings, said their farewells to their families, and began their introductions with one another. She didn’t want to go back into the pavilion just yet with all of these new faces around, and so she followed the crowd of campers to where Tim was gathering them, taking generous sips of hazelnut coffee on the way.

She walked alongside the group of new campers. “Hi there.” She said with a gentle wave. “I’m Eris. I’m the registered nurse over at the pavilion.” She made a vague gesture with her hand toward the direction of the large white building. “I’ll be coming with you guys to the orientation, but if you ever get injured, or don’t feel well, come to the pavilion and see me. I’ll get you fixed right up.”

 

S.S:

 

When all the campers were finally gathered around the fighting pit, I stepped in the middle and addressed the newcomers.
“Welcome to Camp Haven. I am head counselor Richards. This” I pointed to my right “is Jerome. He is one of the other counselors at this camp. If you need any help while here, or just want to come and talk, our door is always open. Eris already introduced herself. If you need medical treatment, she is the best around.” I walked around the circle of campers. “However, do not take our charity for idleness. This is not a resort. You are here to learn about your gifts and master them. If you hurt each other on purpose, you will be sent to the penance hall.” I pointed to the second floor of the medical pavilion. “You will stay there until you have learned your lesson.” I went back to the center of the pit. “Now, I give this offer to all newcomers who arrive here. Who wants to show me what they can do?” I step back further into the pit. “If you can hit me, just once, I will kneel and call you master of your gift.”

 

Yan;

 

I listened to Tim as he spoke. “Eris.” I said quietly in a low voice, as he mispronounced my name. It wasn’t a common name, so it was understandable enough. One of my professors in college had always pronounced it ‘Eeris’, with a long E sound – so if I had to choose between mispronunciations it would be Eric, any day of the week.

l took my hair from it’s confined bun and let the wind do with it what it wished, and then looked around the circle to see if there were any campers willing to take Tim’s offer. I could imagine that in a group with such varied ages, there were at least a few who were brave enough to put themselves in such a position.

 

C.S:

 

I woke up as soon as the sun streamed across my face in lines reflected across the shades on the window. Rolling over I glanced at the alarm clock I frequently relied on to wake me up. The clock read “7:45” and my face contorted in surprise as I realized the ramifications of what this meant. “Oh crap, Tim is going to have my head when he realizes how late I am! My stupid clock didn’t wake me up on time.” Throwing the covers back in lightning speed, I quickly dressed myself, brushed my teeth, raced down the stairs and grabbed something from the refrigerator to quickly eat on the way over to the fighting pit.

 

Yan:

I noticed as a man with black hair strode over to the group and bit my lip, wondering if the boss man was going to call him out, and feeling sorry for the latecomer in advance if he was called out. I afforded him a friendly smile and wave. We’ve all had those days in our lives where we’ve run unfortunately if not fashionably late.

 

Razor:

 

Long before the rest of the staff had even gotten out of their beds, I had decided to get in a five mile run by taking to the forest trails that were part of the Camp grounds fitness trail. Today was going to be a long day. I knew that Eris had the task of checking the medical supplies first up, and knowing her as I did, she would have it done in record time. If she managed to have a coffee. Girl could be like a bear with a sore head without it. It was one of the quirks that I liked about her. Oh yeah, the kids thought she was great and had a wonderful bedside manner, but he knew that behind the sweet facade there could be a real tiger.

Jogging down the dirt trail, wearing my sweats and jogging shoes – I turned in for my dorm and took two steps at a time, before stopping to check my heart rate. I’d raised it enough to have worked up some sweat, and I lifted my arm to take a whiff.

~Pwoahhh~ I thought to myself. Yeah, I stank. A good shower and then I’d be able to join Eris at the Training ground. It was always a good idea to familiarize yourself with the latest group of campers, and also check in with Tim.

Tearing off my shirt, I hopped across the lino covered floor as I took off my pants, and then whipped off my briefs, before I got in under the shower. The jets of water were a welcome relief, and after washing my hair and body thoroughly, I stepped out of the glass cubicle, releasing a cloud of steam into the bathroom. As always I fogged up the mirror, and with a large wipe of my hand, I was staring at my dripping features. A good rub with the towel and I was able to dry myself down, shaking my head as water droplets cascaded all around me and onto the floor. The cleaning staff loved me. I gave them something to do.

Sliding open the door to my closet, I had a row of cotton shirts, all in light shades. Nothing flash really. I wouldn’t be what you regarded as a sensitive new age guy. I dressed for practicality, never fashion. Dressing in a white shirt, with jeans and of course my old faithful pair of boots – I slipped on my brown leather jacket and was now ready to face the day, and Eris.

It was a short walk down towards where Tim had a group of new campers at the ready, and it was pretty easy to spot Eris in amongst this lot. Having just released her hair from her trademark loose bun, it was actually nice to see her with her hair down. Sauntering up beside her with my hands buried deep in my pockets and I noticed that she was holding a cup of coffee. One that she must have been enjoying.

“Hazelnut? Where’s mine?” I joked with a slightly raised brow, before I turned my attention towards Tim and the campers. “Are we going to have enough bandages for this lot?”

I could have well answered that question myself of course, but there was nothing like making light of the first day back at work.

 

 

RPC – Sammy Logan : Seeking Echos.

Roleplay Character Sheet.

 

Name:Sammy Logan
Age: 15
Species: Human
Element: Wind/Air
Signatures: Aero-Telekinesis, Air Manipulation
Other Techniques: Enhanced Speed; due to using by reducing air resistance and utilizing pressurized air for propulsion.

Personality: Something of a loner, Sammy or “Sam” to those that she allows to get close to her, is a model student, who can usually be found out on the grounds as opposed to being cooped up in the library or dorm. Her affinity with the outdoors is due to when she came to understand and accept her ability or talent with the element of air. Sam is not the kind of girl to be the centre of attention, and keeps her thoughts to herself if there is a conversation going on. You could say that she has yet to find a kindred spirit amongst her peers. Sammy has trust issues that stem from her younger years, though if one were to break through, she would be a loyal and good friend.

Strengths:Her abilities to harness the weather by her use of controlling oxygen and nitrogen that is forced together by the earth’s own gravity, makes her a worthy and somewhat destructive opponent in any battle. Her understanding of her environment and the spot on timing of when the air density changes; allow her to maximize her power.

Weaknesses:Sammy is weakened by those that use the fire ability as it draws the oxygen from her environment. Those that use electricity against her can alter the molecules in the air with electrons, thus overwhelming her.
Appearance:

History: A girl with a mysterious past, who had changed schools many times in her youth. Few ever got to see the real Sammy, for she kept that hidden behind a nerdy facade. Her winter white hair was usually kept up in a tight ponytail that drew her hair back so tight that it made her look severe. With large black rimmed glasses, and wearing clothes that were often two sizes too big, she tried to be invisible to others and would often duck away outside with her favourite novel to a place out on the grounds where few would go. Preferring ravens as company than people, when she was hidden from view, she would release her hair from its confines and use her powers in secret – the only tell tale sign was when the leaves from the very trees above her were whipped up into great clouds before settling down to fall over her in a magical spectacle. The only time she smiled.

Coming Undone – The Kingdom of Lust : PD

Kingdom of Lust – Castle
Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Lust – Castle

~Watch me come undone~

Asmo’s Bedroom

Snoring. Soft snoring. Not just one person….but a few. It was sometime in the morning, but Asmodeus couldn’t tell – save for the light that was pouring in through the large gable windows. Groaning, the demon felt about and happened to touch someone’s boob. ~Grunt…muttering…then a snore~ Asmodeus patted the boob and then brought his hand to his face, dragging it down as he smacked his lips whilst blinking. His mouth was dry and he felt like crud. A dull throbbing in his head and he tried to focus on the mirrored ceiling. Oh…..God. There must have been ten bodies in his bed. ~Could of thought I brought back one.~ He thought to himself. He was still pretty groggy, and went to prop himself up. There was a sea of naked bodies, all tangled together somehow. The air smelt of booze, sex….and was that pizza? Asmodeus rubbed his finger under his nose and then tried to roll the odd person out of the way as he crawled across the bed to get out on the other side. A few protested in their slumber, but he made it to the other side and went to stand. Glancing down at himself, he noticed that the only thing he was wearing was a tie. Usually that is the first thing he takes off. Wait…was it even his?

Going to take a step he nearly tripped on a stiletto shoe that had been discarded. The floor was like a bloody mine field of discarded clothes, bottles, syringes, party favorites….it was then he remembered. He’d had a party. Well fuck. A few stayed over. Had he been of right mind, he would be bellowing for them all to leave, but his head was throbbing and yelling just seemed like the last thing he wanted to do. He waved his hand dismissively at the people strewn on his bed and then staggered…carefully through the party trash and made it to the large double doors. Took him two goes to grab the handle and he swung it open, only to see his man servant standing there – dressed impeccably in his suit and ready with a tray that had a tall glass of water and some pills.

“Good morning, my Lord Asmodeus.”

“Meh…what’s so fucking good about it?”

“Lydia is dead, my Lord. It made the papers.”

Asmodeus just stood there, dumbfounded by the news. “Ah…shit. Didn’t she have some…ball or something?’ It was clear that Asmodeus had missed the worst ball in history. He picked up the pills and popped them in his mouth, before taking up the glass of water and sculling it back.

“Yes, my Lord. You declined that invitation.” Simon kept his face emotionless as he tried to focus on the Prince’s face, and not down at his rather large limp dick that kept smacking his naked thigh.

“Lydia’s a pain in the ass. Glad she’s dead. Hope she choked on some fag’s cock.”

You could tell that Asmodeus was not a morning person…demon. His man servant then set down the tray and offered the Prince a robe. He jiggled it with two fingers, hoping the Demon would put it on. Asmodeus shrugged and started to put it on, as he was going to head down to the main chambers of his castle. Simon bowed as the Prince passed him.

“Very good, my Lord. Shall I have your room cleaned?”

“Nah…I’ll come up and fuck em all again later.” He said casually, strolling off down the hall. “I feel like having a smoke.”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

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It had been a silent morning, nothing was going on. No birds, no chirping just pure silence, the wind blowing lightly. You could say it was peaceful but, it wouldn’t be for long. A singing sound came from outside, it entering the palace and echoing softly. ” What do you do when death comes knocking on your door. ~ Oh here she comes, the death of em’ all. “ small humming of random sounds like music following. You could tell it was a females voice, not an old one but, a still young one who had been strolling down he side walk. Some of the shrubs an plants had withered as she walked by, making sure they did. It wasn’t something she did intentionally but, it happened at times. You could say one was brave for waltzing right up into the palace that belonged to the Prince of Lust. She had made her way in, the guards weren’t a problem for her at all. Her eyes scanned the place around, it was pretty good.

” Such sorrow and sadness fills this place, death may be able to do you a favor. ~” Came the singing voice once again, the sound flowing down the halls so the Prince would of heard it all.

Walking slowly she walked the halls and found a large door, pushing it open she’d walk in. Where was she exactly? By the looks of it probably the throne room or some lounge area. Walking in farther a soft smile came to her lips.

” Such a lovely place for the prince.. you sure have done yourself well.” Mi had said and took her place in the middle of the room facing the door.

Mi stood roughly 5’5″ with long black hair that hung down to her hips. Pale light skin, horns sticking from her forehead. Obviously you could tell she was a Demon, a high one at that. The aura of death and demon flowed off her like perfume. She wore a simple black dress with straps, it reached down past the beginning of her hips. One would say it was to short for a lady but, it didn’t bother her. Two bands were around her thighs and tights extending down from them, black bally shoes finishing. You could tell she was a female, her breast, curves and body gave it away, along with the tight dress, the bottom flowing loosely.

” Aw shucks, It seems a party was here. I must of missed it, such a shame.” Mi said with a small smirk, the air did smell of many things.
A soft purring could be heard, where it came from was unknown. A moment later a pure black cat appeared at her feet. It was rubbing against her legs, purring away in comfort. This was a rather bold and daring move but, she had nothing to fear of right now.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Lust – Castle

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“There is going to be an encore performance upstairs as soon as I’ve had this cig, babe.”

It was the Demon of Lust. He had caught the last part of the intruder speaking as he entered from a side corridor into the main throne room. Ah shit. The party went beyond his bedroom, with more trash and littered bodies all over the place. It was like the nightmare after the orgy from Hell. Lust put on the best parties it seemed, when he was in the doldrums. Patting down his robe, he was looking for his cigarette packet, when Simon came to his side and coughed, offering him a fresh packet. Asmodeus smirked and gave a half hearted wink as he took out a cigarette and placed it on the tip of his bottom lip.

“Light…” His thumb lit up with a small flame, which he used to put to the end of the cigarette, drawing back the air so as to light it properly. The red glow on the tip of the cigarette showed he was successful, and he shook his thumb to switch off the flame.

“Mmmmm…better.” It was clear, that Asmodeus enjoyed a morning cigarette. Simon, his faithful servant then handed the demon the paper, which he folded in half and looked set to head off to the nearest bathroom. Course, the woman was still standing there, with a black cat at her feet. The Demon of Lust shot both her and the cat a glance.

“You might want to get the air freshener ready, Simon. Going to be in the lavvy a while.” He hinted, as Simon tried so hard not to roll his eyes. The Demon of Lust took another puff of his ciggy, and then pointed at the girl.

“You look familiar. We shagged before, yeah?” He usually didn’t forget a face, even though he had had more lovers than Gene Simmons. Little did he realize that she was from the Kingdom of Envy. Had he known that, he might have been a little less…casual.

With his cigarette held between his fingers, he pointed at the cat.

“You guys a double act or something?”

 

~RB~

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship
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Previously…

– The ship would slowly ascend the detached office from it’s roots so the people inside wouldn’t have to move . Another reason for having pulled the structure off it’s initial area was so that the extraction would also take the escape criminals who all stood along one another on the destroyed roof of the prison .-

Charlie : ” That’s a giant ship ! ”

Leone : ” This is going to get some used to. ”

Leila : ” You’ll be fine m’lord .”

Celtan : ”This is family huh ? ”

Luke : ” Well then , shall we board ? ”

Gizora grinned at the gathered throng. “Not about to stand about like a fool. Follow me, now!” With a massive sweep of his hand, he brought it up and over to signal the departure from the Prison Interior, and to be phazed up onto the main flight deck of the ship. Known as Gizora’s Blade it was a marvel of technology and Terakain determination to conquer the low lifes of Alterus.

One by one his family appeared in behind him, but there was one that stood out. Leone. He was standing off to the far left and gazing at his own reflection in the specially constructed glass. His hand touching his face, as though this image that stared back at him troubled the man. It wasn’t lost on Gizora, who had been surveying the many control panels, as he passed the uniformed operators. Their indistinct chatter left like a buzz hanging in the air. With the blue hue of their monitors lighting up their faces, the rest of the deck was shrouded in an eerie darkness. It suited Gizora to the ground. As he walked, his form started to change once again. No longer was he displaying the massive horns, the red skin and pointed chin. He was now more like a ship’s captain. His uniform similar to those that were operating the controls, but with extra bars that meant he was the top most officer. It was interesting how Gizora took to different forms in different settings, almost like a way of blending in with his environment.

His hair was white, with golden eyes and a sharp face. Almost elven looking in a way, but there was a strange beauty to it. Very much the chameleon.

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He tugged on the edges of his cuffs, and without looking up at Leone, he said.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

A simple wave of his hand, and the visage of the Dark Lord changed to that of a female. It was easy to do, especially for someone as powerful as Gizora. The creator had his ways, and when it suited Gizora, he had his own that could easily match the creator in having those that serve him change forms.

That done, he turned back to face the rest that were in the flight deck.

“No time for loitering. Everyone to your stations!”

~RB~

Simo:

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L I R Y U / Dark Lady of Chaos

The once dull hair color of the Dark Lord turned into a bright shining red, their eyes turning into a completely new color, and their body completely changing into that of a mature curvaceous woman. Liryu, the new name that Chaos itself went by; chuckled with glee as she swayed her hips over to the specially constructed glass, checking out her reflection as she nodded in satisfaction. Her horns, head dress, and armor itself stuck out more than anything, seeping with an evil aura around it as she spun around and giggled.

“Ahh~ I feel so, refreshed!~ I feel completely… new…”

Her voice changed from bubbily to a rather dark tone within a matter of seconds, her eyes showing no interest as she made one last prideful face in the reflection before turning around on her heels and walking to her station. The clicking of her heels could be heard from a distance away within the ship, which to her was a rather good thing. In a way, it let everyone know who was there at that moment and whom was approaching. She looked over to Lelia who was still following her new Lady like a lost puppy; it was always so adorable. She smirked at her subordinate and flipped some hair over her shoulder, looking her up and down as she giggled for almost no apparent reason. What to do with her, she has been of good use. But, recently with the Chaos of Change, she felt differently about Lelia. The entire out being of the Dark lord of Chaos changed, appearance wise and more or less personality wise as well.

“How could I use to be like that? I use to be so booriinnnng~”

She almost sung to herself in her head as she curled her finger in and out at Lelia, knowing what she would now do with her little… Toy.

“Leliaaa… Come with me to my station, keep me entertained!~”

She stated as she swung her hips around, enjoying her new form as she looked down at her body and snickered. Pleased at the view from above, and much of the view from every other angle as well. It was a beautiful thing to her, she would take advantage of this body as much as she could. Especially in combat, or in.. distracting others.. Walking around the rather large ship, looking around and getting use to the surroundings around her. Absorbing in everything that was happening, trying to blend in with the setting of this ship. Plastering a serious expression on her face, she walked up to her station and sat down in it. Making herself comfortable as she stretched and made a few groans while doing so before concentrating on what the next set of orders was.

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Hangar
Charlie

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– Charlie would’ve stayed in the Hangar of the area ; sitting on some crates in quiet while attempting to create a origami . He seemed as if he was tired , and being tired usually constituted him about to switch to the Dark Lord of Insanity , but it seemed he was able to sustain a middle-ground of sorts but for now ; not much was going on with the male. –

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– Celtan was awaiting Gizora , just as Luke was but both took their own stances in doing so. Celtan stood near the operating systems while Luke was kicking back and relaxing on a chair ; awaiting for their Father to appear . Luke had a cup of coffee in his hand and proceeded to drink subtlety while Celtan fixed his collar and continued to observe as he was . His thoughts got the better of him , thinking about the continuous times he’s ran into the same people ; knowing that he’ll most likely run into those people again. Persistent they were , persistent indeed. They were able to observe the transformation of Leone into the New Woman that’s now taken the mantle of Chaos . The two would stay in a passive silence until something had changed. –

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Residential Floor

– The Group of Escaped Criminals were gathered at the Hallway where all the rooms to rest were located below the Destroyer’s personal floor , the group looked at each other and then at the lined up rooms . Who were going to go where ? The First person would leave the group to claim the biggest room at the end of the hallway of this area.-

Shen : ” I called it . * Room 1 * ”

Yama : ” I guess that’s settled.* Room 2 *”

Tenma : ” Overindulgence is quite the thing huh ? * Room 3 * ”

Ouken : ”…… * Room 4 *

Quartz : ” Thank you . ”

– They all walked their own paths to their rooms and labeled their doors with their names with the pads located to the right on each door before entering it. Quartz would’ve bowed to Ouken for having saved him back then in Block 5 before returning to walking towards the Fifth room with a cast upon his wounded arm and a sharp expression in his eyes. –

Quartz : ” I will return the favor in full. * Opens and proceeded to slam the Fifth door shut* ”

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Gizora’s Blade – Battleship

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Well, at least Leone was pleased with the transformation into a new female form. Practically oozing sexuality on a scale that had rivaled Gizora himself when he had been released from the tomb. The Destructor was amused if only for a moment at the way the vixen purred out her pleasurable response to the change. Now going by a new name, that indeed suited the Dark Lord of Chaos, she was content to summon her subordinate to follow her down to her station, where the two would get better acquainted. Gizora merely rubbed the tips of his fingers together, the residual magical power fading as he had done the first task since arriving on the vast Battleship.

Turning away from Liryu, Gizora changed focus to that of Celtan, who was causally leaning against the walls of the flight deck, Luke on the other hand was seated – a cup of coffee in his hand. they appeared so casual and almost bored by it all. A big difference to the way that Liryu was behaving.

Gizora couldn’t help himself but ask.

“Please….don’t tell me you both want tits as well?” It was an off the cuff remark, but to anyone else paying attention, it showed that the Destructor still had a sense of humor. Though, the idea of an all female family was enough to make the Destructor feel a bit sick. They had more pressing matters, than wanting sex changes at the drop of a hat.

~RB~

 Simo:
L I R Y U

Liryu, once settled in and rather comfortable along side with her subordinate Lelia, started to grope herself constantly before giggling childishly. Watching her newly formed areas jiggle as she constantly moved them and poked them, looking at Lelia before tilting her head and speaking curiously.

“Is it always this fun to do this?”

She asked rather boldly before she got out of her seat and spun around on her heels, looking in a mirror that was inside of her station and practically mesmerized by her own body and face; needless to say she still wasn’t able to get over on how well the transformation went along for her. She much enjoyed this form than her other, the look, the feel, and the pitch of her voice was the final thing that bundled it all together. Her eyes darted over to Lelia before grinning and then sitting back down, hinting at Lelia to come hither.

“Lelia, my dear… Would you please cut my hair to more suit my face? I know you must have sooome sort of skill in that.”

As she turned around towards Lelia in her chair, she started pointing towards areas around her face that she wanted to make pop out. After she was done describing the hair, Lelia got to work in shaping the hair cut to suit her Lady’s facial construction perfectly. Needless to say, Liryu was incredibly bored at the moment, wanting to do something around with her new form or at least cause a war among well… everything.

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Celtan:” I assure you I am fine this way . ”

– The Brain would say in reply to Gizora’s remark , his being a male was perfectly fine by him ; he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way . Luke didn’t speak but he did shake his head at the idea , they were fine with being males . They didn’t have to worry about any kind of urges either ; what laid in their minds were only thoughts on conquest and planning . Celtan walked to the computer and turned on the hub screen , booting it up to reveal a large database to Gizora to see what was planned. There were long lists of things planned . The first was titled Devil’s Arena . Celtan would close the list and instead brought up the main overview before he himself began to speak while also pressing the intercom button to communicate with the others . –

Celtan:” Dark Lords please come to the Bridge immediately ”

– From there Celtan awaited the arrivals of the others. Charlie ; having heard the Intercom made his way there himself . Luke stopped sipping his coffee to utter –

Luke : ” Soon Father , you’ll have all the information that you’ve amassed during your first reign as well as the information that has been archived which will be key to ruling this world . I do think that we should bring the last Dark Lord here as well , since she is located elsewhere.”

– Luke gave a small grin and nodded to his Father, which he would be able to tell that there will be alot of information to take in . –

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Ship’s Bridge

If anyone had a good idea of what was going to be happening first, it was Celitan, who had quite confidentially made it clear that he wished to remain male, and not turn into a woman, like that of Liryu. Having had it happen to the Destroyer, though it was not his idea of course, the novelty of it soon wore off. Gizora felt much more at ease in the male form, although if he returned to Terakus for any length of time, that may well change. For now, he was interested in what Celtan was bringing up on the screen. A list of their objectives on Alterus, and the first being Devil’s arena. Just the sound of it brought a smile to Gizora’s lips. As the fluorescent glow of the screen reflected off the Destroyer’s face, he heard Celtan summon all the Dark lords to the Bridge.

Righting himself to full height, Gizora placed his hands behind his back as all the dark lords started to file into the room, Charlie having been one of them. Luke of course was already in attendance, but had given up his coffee to mention that while the Destructor had all his memories from the first era, he still had to be brought up to speed with everything that had gone on while he had been in slumber. It annoyed him in a way, since he had missed centuries of activity, and it would take a great deal of time to find out everything.

Releasing his fingers, he brought his arms around and folded them just under his chest. The Dark lord that Luke spoke of, was probably still on Terakus as she had not followed them through the portal.

“Why is it women love to make an entrance?”

It was an off the cuff statement, but he knew that the dark lord in question, was probably going to be late.

“Can’t you beam her here? Or maybe send a message to the home world. Like….GET YOUR ARSE ON THE BATTLESHIP BEFORE WE RIP OUT YOUR OVARIES!” There was a loud snarl at the end of Gizora’s statement. it was clear that he believed time was being wasted, and the sooner they got back to the plans to take over Alterus the better.

~RB~

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L I R Y U

Liryu, at the time was still vainly in front of the mirror, making rather seductive and cute faces; practicing her taunts and her speech for the time that world domination would be in the grasp of Terakus. She grinned at the idea, nothing but pure darkness in the world; the world would technically be back to the beginning of how it should be. The survival of the fittest, that only the strongest survived within the world of the weak. In the middle of her own little session, she heard the cracking of the intercom and soon a voice that told everyone to report to the room. She blew a kiss to herself in the reflection before giggling and looking at Lelia, motioning her to stay put.

“Stay here.”

She stated in a rather bossy tone before making her way to the Bridge. She walked much like a full on model, intimidating at the least; scowling at everything in front of her as she walked one foot in front of the other. She walked into the area and immediately crossed her arms, standing up straight as she listened to the fact that the last Dark Lord, or Lady rather, wasn’t there. She was always late it seemed, or at least attended other business before this. Of course, Liryu would love to be absent and go reign over the weaklings like some kind of sick and twisted god. But, she herself didn’t have nearly enough power on her own to do so. Cause a few wars and possibly the beginning of a new era, but not establish it fully. Before she started to speak, she heard her father speak in a rather loud… aggravating tone. Liryu widened her eyes at the threat before coughing into her hand and looking away. Now understanding what that pain could possibly feel like.

“Ouch..”

She mumbled, thinking about it herself before shuttering slightly and looking at the other Lords; feeling rather… out of place but in place at the same time.

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Ship’s Bridge ; Intercom Active

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– Luke got up off his seat ; pulling out a pen which he had extended and began tapping on the screen with it. Celtan and Charlie watched on the sidelines as he got ready to do his presentation ; as if he was in class showing off his project. But in truth just a archive of saved information as it was. –

” It seems the Other Dark Lord may take awhile but I’ll have the information on the screen for her. Now onto business . Since you went into slumber ; you’ve created alot of plans that all held the principle of being steps to your eventual domination of the world. Seeing as to how some things changed with the Alterian’s having a bigger role this time around then last ; I can’t foresee what will come of them but for now I can say there are dangerous potentials within their midst hiding from public view. Back to the case in hand , Devil’s Arena is the first current plan that I’ve had up for awhile and this consists of a Public Tournament between Alterus and Terakus all in the name of ………. Friendly Relations. Doesn’t it seem neighborly ? Like the Olympics in a sense. We can utilize this tournament to help understand the strength the newcomers wield ; those who hold their blades up for Alterus that is . I believe after this incident in Hellgate , we leave them alone for a year and see what they do ; plus we should lay low for awhile so the tension fades and we can propose this event in the future and if done correctly we’ll be able to possibly get close to the Celestial Kings and if we’re lucky ; even the Observer. I hope this plan satisfies you like it has the first time around ; however this time it would involve some minor waiting but if it helps you could always disguise yourself to roam the world and see how things are with your own eyes up close and personal. ”

– Luke cleared his throat and walked back to his station to take another sip of his coffee and kept the plans for the Arena up before he brought up the library of files on the side of the screen with the pole. The male turned around and handed it to Gizora –

” There are many more Plans here too . Most of them were made by your hands , feel free to open them and see for yourself. One of Onryo’s past Henchman has slowly gotten another one of the plans ready ; known as Operation : Phantom Circus . It is truly deserving and expected of those who work under the concept of Fear . Since we’re able to set up the Event whenever we wish ; we could even make it so that it appears to them all during their dreams . But with all due respect , your approval is the one thing we desire to initiate these plans. Of course , you may decide when to do these things and in what manner as well . ”

– Luke finally finished speaking for the moment and allowed Gizora and Liryu to speak when ready , watching as a portal appeared at the back of the room ; hoping that the final Dark Lord appeared he would stay quiet and wait for any signs of entry at this point and allow Gizora to roam his archives for anything in planning. –

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Watching the screen become active while Luke spoke in a manner that was remisicent of a college lecture, Gizora kept focus – while at the same time he was handed a cup of coffee by one of the lesser members of the bridge. He stared at the cup a moment, and gave it a little sniff as the waif with pink hair and a pretty smile hoped that the coffee would be to his liking.

“Moccona?’

“For lovers of coffee, Sire.”

“Hmmm….two sugars?”

“Just..how..you..like..it.” The pink haired girl teetered back and forth watching with pure silver eyes. Her flight suit was a little too tight in places, but it showed off her figure nicely. Her pretty head bobbed about as she clutched her hands together, keen as mustard that he taste it. Gizora didn’t disappoint. He took a small sip and then let out a loud “Ahhh.” The pink haired crew member gave the thumbs up, while Gizora gave the girl a head pat. He was keeping this one.

“Name?”

“Fuchsia, Sire.” As in the colour. The girl’s voice had a sweet melodic quality, and he had to shush her when she made a squeal at being patted. He had to be serious again for the explanation of what had been happening during his slumber. The girl hovered with the coffee pot in hand a little too close to the action, but she simply didn’t want to miss a thing.

Luke explained about the purpose of the Devil’s arena. Quite clever really. To have Alterian players come to fight their own in the mind of observing them and seeing just how far they can go, with powers and certain weapons. It was like studying lab rats, and all so effectively undetectable, if done at a time when the Alterus people were unsuspecting. The term ‘Friendly relations’ caused Gizora to gufaw loudly. It would be one hell of an act to pull off, but he had no doubt that those that served under him could rise to the challenge.

The part that particularly impressed Giz, was that this tournament would bring them in close to the Celestial Kings….and even the Observer himself. The big cheese.

“We wait as long as it takes, Luke. If anything, I would kill to see the horrified look on the Observer’s face when he falls into our trap. I leave you to set the time frame, be it six months or eight, I don’t care. So long as it does happen.”

Gizora took another sip of his coffee, nodding to Fuchsia to fill up his cup some more. “Got any scotch finger biscuits? And not the real fingers, I mean the buttery ones.” He said off the side to Fuchsia, who nodded enthusiastically, and raced off to get a plate for the Destroyer.

“NEXT!”

The destroyer was keen to hear more of what lay in store for the Alterians. Luke spoke of something called Operation : Phantom Circus. This made the Destroyer’s eye brow arch with a quizzical expression. “Like…clowns and bears?”Thinking that this was a typical circus. “I hate clowns….one of the worst things you can hire to entertain a child. Leaves them scarred for centuries. Even wet the bed at night.”

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“Poor Gizora….biscuit?” The pink haired waif appeared at just the right time and offered up a plate of buttery short bread, which he happily took one from. His great lips showed a pout and he whispered. “It’s their shoes. Freak me right out.”

No wonder the concept behind the Phantom circus revolve around the concept of fear. Only think was, Gizora wasn’t that keen to attend.

“Well, get this…mad circus thing underway as soon as possible. Set the clowns loose in those bastards dreams. Bahahaha, hate to be the one to clean their sheets.”

“Hehehehe….wet sheets.” Fuchsia giggled as she munched on one of the biscuits.

~RB~
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L I R Y U

Liryu herself listened in closely to to the conversation and future plans. Her face showed practically no emotion as Luke explained the organized events that were soon to come. She liked the idea of an Arena, she’d be able to test her skills out for a bit before actually using them against her one enemy that she forever wished to destroy. A small grin slithered across her face and a slight chuckle escaped her throat before she nodded again at the explanations. The next plan heightened her interests, something about Fear. And how can one have fear without the side effect of chaos? She sighed and shifted all of her weight over to one leg as she placed a hand on her hip.

“A circus eh?”

She mumbled under her breath as she watched the pink haired female serve the Destroyer coffee, snickering slightly before her eyes shifted around the room to the rest of the Lords. She lifted both her arms up to stretch before hearing Gizora’s comment about clowns. She didn’t know he had such a strong opinion towards them, to them they were rather adorable since they looked so sick and twisted sometimes. She looked over before nodding at the higher up power, agreeing with the clown comment before flipping a bit of hair behind her shoulders.

“Oh this oughta be fun..”

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Ship’s Bridge ; Intercom Active

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Luke : ” Sounds like we have a deal then father. I take it we can start as soon as everything is in order . ”

– Out of nowhere a low ranked grunt would come in screaming about a random invasion ; informing all in the room about the situation at hand. –

Grunt : ” There’s a Wild Battle going on in the Tourist DIstrict of Alteria ; it looks like people are getting slaughtered by machines and none of them seem to be from us ! One sec I’ll show you . ”

– The Grunt ran past Celtan to Luke ; where he would turn to point towards the computer to allow the Grunt to punch in the proper codes to broadcast live feeds ; there the entirety of the situation going on would be revealed to them –

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– The City could be seen through the screen ; coated in a ominous flare of scorching flames . It would seem as if nothing was going to stop the onslaught of destruction that was being thrown at the civilians . Would anyone actually come to stop this from continuing or would they just leave it as it is ? However from the broadcasting view on the helicopter ; a small bright light could be seen , a mecha could be seen in the distance soaring towards the district. It didn’t seem to appear like the other robots , did this mean it was going to oppose this army ? Charlie would utter a comment on the side –

Charlie : ” So much red , can the white match up to them ! ”

Celtan : ” We’ll see for ourselves in a few minutes. ”

– Celtan added in at the end , clearly he was right . Was this the only person going to safeguard the district ? Or will more come to back him up ? That answer rolled through their brains but if this was all that was it ; then that Mecha would need a miracle to do this on his own . Hopefully it didn’t have to resort to that . But for now ; all the people could do was hope the Soldiers stood a chance against them or more special individuals entered the fray . Would Gizora call upon his troops to go down and further the destruction or allow it to run it’s course ? Many different endings this event could have , but it would seem the wiser thing to do was allow it to go on by itself . Simple Destruction wasn’t as satisfactory as it was the first time around , certain –

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Fuchsia nearly dropped her plate of biscuits when the lowly grunt came in flailing to the brig, with the news about a flare up battle down at the Nautical district of Alterus. The Destroyer wasn’t all too pleased about the grunt’s lack of professionalism and shot a glance at Celtan as those in attendance took in the scene on the nearest display monitor. Sure enough the city was visible, but it was being razzed. The flames looked to be doing damage to many major buildings, also with cars ablaze on the streets. It gave the whole scene an apocalyptic hue, which Gizora hardly minded. This was like a pre show warm up and might well be good practice for the Terakains to take advantage of. Setting down his cup of coffee upon Fuchsia’s tray, the Destroyer made his mind up of just who would be in attendance.

Looking at Celtan, he said “You are to take Charlie and the Dark Lord Liyru down to the surface to investigate the battle first hand.” Seeing as there was mecha involved they would need to take whatever weaponry needed just in case things turned ugly against their own.

The Destroyer did not want to hear any objections from those asked. He did think that Charlie might find the whole thing to be one hell of a game, but he also knew that his alter form would love the chance to show his strength. Picking up his coffee cup again, he took another sip, and growled his appreciation.

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“Nothing like anarchy to lift the spirits.” This was said with a smug expression, before he looked back at those assembled.

“Well….what are you waiting for?”~RB~Simo:

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship
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L I R Y U

Liryu, after the deal was settled stood there in silence with her arms crossed, her silver eyes scanning the room as her armor shimmered under the light. She thought about how each plan would go into action in her mind, playing out her own little story as she scoffed slightly before hearing footsteps scuttle in. She looked at the grunt and immediately plastered a wide smile onto her face as she tilted her head and looked over at the screen in excitement. Her eyes lit up with the reflection of the screen as she got closer to it and started to laugh with sick joy. Looking at the picture, she continued to jump with satisfaction at the current destruction of the city; feeling a bit more empowered than usual.

“Look at all the pretty flames~ I can feel the chaos and anarchy from here!~ The civilians running idiotically like ants being drowned by water! Aha!”

The “show” that was put on in front of her made her squeal with delight, her eyes glued to the screen as if she couldn’t pull away. It felt like a child on Christmas day, first opening the presents and seeing what she obtained. She looked over to Gizora, about to beg him to go down there and see everything up close; to feel the heat from the fire on her skin and to hear the puddles of blood under her feet caused from the smashing of buildings. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip from bliss as father called her name, turning away from the screen and smiling at him. She couldn’t wait to get down there and smell the death all around her, the crispness of every body that was burned to the ground. But, out of all things to attack it was some strange mechas. Why, out of all of them would they do this? She snickered at the thought that there was only a small bright light that could save them all. But, she thought as to why the savior would even bother? Everyone’s practically dead already, it’s not like it would be much of a saving.

“Yeees siiiir!~ Oh this will be glorious, it’ll be like going to the festival..~”

She turned her body around on her heels before walking over to him and clapping her hands together, giggling like a small child as she started to prepare for the trip ahead. She raised her index finger and pointed it at herself before saying in a rather twisted fluctuated voice;

“I call the highest and best seat there is!”

She chuckled as she left for the city with a insane stare on her face; that of a psychopathic killer on a murdering spree.

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Celtan:” Roger that Father. Let’s go Charlie.”

Charlie:” If I can kill , then you got yourself a Follower ! ”

– Celtan bowed his head in respect and loosened up his clothing as if he was going to change but instead he would reach for his book ; summoning a portal after having reciting a few words under his breath. There Liryu would’ve entered first before Celtan and Charlie did. Charlie would get up and stretch as if he was going to run a marathon , but in all truth it would be something he would look forward to doing : As well as something quite dangerous . The District would be entering a whole new aspect of hell , with the addition of Gizora’s forces heading down there. Charlie darted into the portal and after a few moments Celtan would follow ; wearing a ominous blue cloak with fur lining around the collar . The three would’ve left fully with Celtan being the last and how their involvement with the burning city will go….. Who would know ? –

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Dinner and a show – SS.

Scene setting: The House of Red Velvet – SS.

co-written with Artie, Moo, and Temp.

 

Artie:  Bandit had already begun to be doubtful of this whole ordeal, now worried for her health and well-being. Though – if anything involved putting a collar on her, how would it have been good to begin with? She only held onto the small sliver of hope that it was loose enough to take off, though tight enough to not notice.. Though as they came to the table, Bandit’s eyes met that of her old master’s. Fear did not come to her, instead she felt anger and disgust. “Hope is all you have, after all.” This was a slight jab at his hope of getting his princess love that she had stolen from him.. this gave her pride, as it showed in her straightened posture and straight face. “I should have expected this. Seems you can’t get away from old loves, hmm?” The female would then sneer right back, before looking at him and spitting at his feet. She held no honor for this man – to her, he was the scum of the Earth. Anyone who claimed rights over another was absolute trash.. and thus, he was.

The ring did help her hangover, her head much clearer now.. perhaps it prevented drunkness as well? “Alright, let me go, I’ll be on my way out, soon. Clearly, this buffoon doesn’t know what he’s doing.” And so, Bandit would roll her eyes at Raul, turning to Eva and shaking herself from the other blonde’s grip. The thief would merely scoff again, displeased as she turned away from the warlock. Was he really worth her eyes’ time?

 

Temp:  Roxanne had a feeling that Narcissa would also agree to the ‘request’ from Pride, and was soon proven right. It seemed that the Lab would now have a steady supply of corpses and funds, which could only be considered a good thing. Now that this situation was settled she could get back to eating. She went ahead and continued to enjoy her meal, not really paying much attention to anything going on around her. Her eyes wandered up and away from her food, now focused on the Doctor. It seemed that he wanted to dance with her, something which she hadn’t expected…but was actually excited about. Instead of speaking her thoughts, she bounced up and down in her seat and nodded excessively. She wanted to make it clear to him that she was happy about this.
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Eva had a feeling that her presence would be made clear in good time, and sure enough it was. It took very little time for Raul to approach her and Bandit. “Swapped out the gift wrap for a quick and personal delivery.” There was actually a bow tie that she was going to put on Bandits head, but she looked crappy enough as it is. Walking around like someones precious pet wasn’t going to do her or Eva any good, so she decided against it. The words that the two were sharing meant nothing to her, but she kept her eyes on them both regardless. Obviously they had some sort of history, though she did not wish to know it. Her job was done. She nudged Bandit towards Raul when she turned to face her, keeping her Makarov pointed at her while she did so. “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The rest of the money that she was owed would likely be delivered to her in time. Raul didn’t seem like a fool, so crossing her would likely not happen. With her work done and her statement made, she holstered her weapon and turned to walk away. The crowd blocking her path was rather irritating, but she wouldn’t make a scene. Unless she was needed for something else she would now leave the building.

 

Moo:  Narcissa jumped from her seat quickly, nodding excitedly at the Doctor. Not a moment was wasted while she turned on her heels to the buffet table, where she would pile her plate with a variety of food. None of it would be wasted, so long as it tasted good! Employees stood about the table, describing the different delicacies. The monster didn’t care. She stepped around them and grabbed a handful of whatever, ignoring the tongs and looks that were shot her way. She was smiling happily, completely oblivious. “Food, food, food~!” she chanted while she practically skipped back to the table.
Narcissa’s plate was set on the table and she sat down, immediately picking up a particular meat to bite into. “..YUM!” She hummed merrily to herself while she chewed, pausing to swallow and take another bite. The plate would certainly be cleaned in no time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The leader of the Anarchy Division announced, after giving Bandit a good little nudge not to try anything stupid. Raul seemed to be amused by Bandit’s crass spirit, and her spitting only left a slight smear on the floor at his feet. His luminous green eyes did catch sight of the collar around Bandit’s neck and this only made his smile widen. “Indeed it is. By all means, do return at your leisure when you are able to. I look forward to ensuring the entertainment and comfort to you and your men.”The Warlock bowed politely before Eva, then turned his attentions back to the wicked Bandit, who was causing the diamond dogs to snicker and point at her from their places at the table. Already they could see that the night was going to be even more lively than it had been before. The Warlock snapped his fingers sharply, which caused the collar around Bandit’s neck to tighten to a point where she would not be able to get her fingers between her flesh and the leather. That done, the Warlock then approached the girl, his masculine scent mixed with that of the cigar smoke and cologne worn.

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“I see you are sober, my little Bandit. How amusing. When I found you you were…how shall we say; well and truly wasted. You barely struggled as I took you. Sexual pursuits in a dark alley has a certain hedonistic charm to it, don’t you think?”

The Warlock walked around her slowly, then using his index finger he used it to press to her flesh and make her turn to view another table in the House of Red lust. A gentleman was seated opposite another red headed beauty and he was feeding her chocolate covered strawberries. She slowly licked away at the chocolate, teasing it with her tongue as the skirt of the table moved with the obvious signs that they were doing more than playing footsies. The man…looked familiar. Very familiar. In fact….he was the man of her dreams.

“What I liked was when you let me drink your nectar in the brothel. Though…you called me a different name. What was it? He tapped his lip as it would become clear that the man at the table looked a lot like Riley. Raul had probed Bandit’s mind enough to know what he looked like…and the collar squirted a small spray of mist towards Bandit’s face to help her see…..what the Warlock did. A mist that helped to trick the mind of the unwilling. The couple at the table were now leaning towards each other, kissing and petting whilst the music swirled and became more decadent in the foreground.

“Oh that’s right. Riley…Riley was his name. You remember…don’t you, my little bandit.”

The Warlock leaned into where Bandit stood, as the couple went to stand, and the courtesan was leading “Riley” off to one of the more private rooms. Riley looked back at Bandit and then he tossed down something on the table, before following the beauty off to the seclusion of a suite.

Watching this and Bandit’s reaction if it was how he would have suspected, the Warlock chuckled and said. “What are you waiting for? Are you going to flee the club….or see your long…lost…love?” The Warlock crossed his arms and waited for her answer.

House of Red Velvet : The Hell’s Kitchen lab table.

Never before had Wilhelm seen Narcissa enjoy herself as much as she appeared to over helping herself to a large serving of different foods from the buffet. It brought a smile to his face, and as he reached for his glass of wine, he raised it to toast his team. “To many nights like this one.”

At this the band struck up a fine tune. Violins playing sharply, and Wilhelm recognized the tune. The Masochism Tango. Grinning, he rose from his seat and walked around it, slipping off his dinner jacket and setting it over the back of the chair. The Good doctor reached for Roxanne’s hand and went to lead her onto the floor, which parted to allow the couple to dance.

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“WE DANCE!” Igor squeaked as he was ripped out of his chair and led to another part of the floor, where he was practically smothered by Trisha’s hairy bosom as she enveloped him in her arms and began to do her own version of the tango. All one could see was the flailing of Igor’s arm and the prominence of his hump sticking out behind him.

“Help…meeeeeee!”

~RB~

 

 

Heads or Tails – GS.

 

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Scene setting: NYPD Police headquarters.

co-written with Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Sitting in behind his desk, the Commander was smoking a cuban cigar and staring out the office window. He seemed a million miles away, a carefree look on his face. You’d think after the night before, then having to attend to the crime scene of Joey Patone’s murder that he would be still showing some annoyance about the whole affair, but surprisingly he wasn’t. A knock at the door broke his concentration and he took one last puff of his cigar before shouting “ENTER.”

A young constable opened the door, then in behind him was another officer who was holding one of the evidence boxes from Joey’s apartment. “You wanted this brought here, Sir?” The first officer asked, motioning to the second to bring in the box. Not even bothering to get up from his desk, Commander Bracks simply motioned with his right hand for the box to be set down on the right hand side of his desk where there was enough space. The second officer tread into the room and set the box down carefully. Both officers then stood there silently for a moment. News was buzzing around the office about the morning operation, the fact Detective Malone was there when Joey got shot. Rumors were rife, but the Commander was quick to discipline anyone who spoke about it. The Commander then stared angrily at the two men, as though they were loitering. “Haven’t you two clowns got better things to do than to stand there with your mouths open ready to catch flies. DISMISSED!” He roared. Neither men waited for a second time to be berated, hurrying out of the office and closing the door. The Commander leaned over slightly in his chair to see if anyone was trying to look through the office door glass, then when he saw the close was clear, he tore the evidence tape off the box and lifted the lid. Reaching in he took out a handful of photographs that were taken from Joey’s dark room. A smirk appearing on his face as he held one of the more….erotic photos up…..till the phone rang.

The Commander set down the photograph on his desk and reached for his phone, picking it up.

“Bracks.”

“Nice work this morning, Commander. I must say, you earn your commission.” The voice on the other end had a slight accent to it. Italian. “You got done fitting up Malone for Joey’s murder yet?”

The Commander then remembered that Isa was yet to submit her report. “I’m working on it as we speak.” He lied. The man on the other end was no fool. “Uh huh. Well, maybe I didn’t emphasize the importance to get rid of Malone.” The Commander coughed and tried to keep his cool. “I understand, I do. Look, if I have to squeeze a certain forensics officer to fudge the evidence I will.”

The man on the other end of the phone laughed. “You better, or that pretty young wife of yours is going to be a new star in one of my snuff films. Got it?” The phone call ended, with the Commander sitting stony faced in his chair. He had only recently gotten married to a young Thai mail order bride. She was innocent to all of the Commander’s back room deals.

“Shit.” The Commander muttered, slamming down the phone. As soon as Isa had done her report, the Commander was going to have a few words with her.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isa entered the building as she normally would, except her body was shaking like a wet cat. One of the guards asked if she was alright after she was buzzed in, to which she replied she was ‘just dandy’. Not that he cared. He’s never spoken a word to her in all of her time working in the department. Isa’s eyes grazed across the room as she bee-lined for the elevator. The Commander was on the phone and the look on his face was a mix between terror and anger. He slammed the phone down in such a manner that she jumped. The sour smell that perforated the department was now infiltrating her lungs. One push of the button labeled “1” and down she went. The entrance level was actually level 2, as this was a converted building.
She’d hyperventilated the whole ride back, much to Khalil’s demise. He kept asking if she wanted to pull over, thinking that the putrid smell of the decaying body was getting to her. Little did he know…

“Isa,” someone called her name and she nearly died of a heart attack. Her eyes shot toward the sign. It was Ricardo; he would attempt to apologize. Isa read it in his eyes and didn’t have time for this.

“Look, Isa, I…” He began, but she cut him off with a raised palm.

“Ricardo, forg-” She began, but quick realized something. Ricardo still believed in the goodness of the force. He thought if the Commander knew he’d tampered with evidence, that might be the end of the career. She fought the urge to just laugh right there. Poor boy, didn’t know what he was getting into.

“Okay, Ricardo, I promise I won’t let anyone know if you do me a favour?” She countered, acting sincere. His face softened and eyes brightened. He was like a puppy who just happened to be working the evidence locker. Usually she could try to squeeze visits to the locker out of Molly, the normal ‘keeper of the things’, but with her being on Maternity leave that left Ricardo here alone. His eager nod just brightened her whole day.

“I need any files on Frank Malone. Not by him, on him. Also, those of Claura von Goethe. G-o-e-t-h-e. Got it?” She was hoping to get the report that claimed Frank as a suspect and study it. She also knew what other things would be in there. He set on his way to the back through the shelves.

“Sure thing. Hey, I’m sorry about-“ He started again, Isa rolling her eyes.

“Really, Ricardo, just get to it,” She interrupted, but that didn’t stop him. He was intent on apologizing about the earlier debacle.

“No, it’s the files. The ones for…G-goethe?” He said, struggling with the pronunciation like he was staring at a card that said it. Isa’s heart stopped.

“What about them?” Isa uttered passively, but shakily. He snaked back to her with one file in his hand…and it wasn’t her sister’s.

“They’re not here…can’t read the name, so no idea who took ’em out,” He said regretfully, taking in the look on her face. Suddenly it hit him.

“Oh shit, that’s your sister, isn’t it? The one who went missing? I’m so so-“ He began, but Isa ripped the file from his hand and stormed back to the elevator. She couldn’t get downstairs fast enough. Claura’s file had been removed, probably destroyed. They knew closing it wouldn’t have been enough. As the elevator made its final ‘ding’ on the Morgue floor, the doors grumbled open and she near burst out. Khalil was down the hall in the break room and she saw him watch her dash to her office through the large windows. He knew better than to follow, so she spent the next thirty minutes alternating between crying and throwing things across the room. Once her fit had finally receded, she sauntered with her evidence to the lab. The gun was already there, so she set immediately into her ballistics report. This would be the best damn report she’s ever written.
After a total of two hours and three minutes continually firing and searching weapons on the database and comparing the bullet found in the woman and the deceased male, she finally was able to put it to rest. There was no possible way that Frank Malone’s gun shot the bullet that killed that man, no matter her motives. Not that there were any. Everyone seemed generally shocked about the assassination, the woman Isa imagined because she was going into shock.

Sitting back in her tall wheeled chair, Isa’s eyes finally pulled back from the microscope. The proof was solid, the facts complete and the report bulletproof. A burning sensation in her chest, though, told her something terrible was going to happen. She sighed and wheeled over to her computer and searched the database for ‘Frank Malone’. Taking down his number on her yellow, coffee-stained legal pad and printing her report, she almost wheeled away to give her report to the Commander. However, she thought better and saved the report file, including all of the data files and photos, onto a small, clear flash drive. Snatching up the report from the printed, she left the office with more confidence then she’s had in a long, long time, to deliver to the crooked man upstairs what he needed to see…
‘knock knock’

 

Razorbackwriter:   ~Knock knock~

The sound of someone’s knuckles rapping on the office door brought Bracks out of his dazed state. The man was still staring at the phone handle he had just set down. He stared at it as if it were infected. It was not the phone of course, but rather the man on the other end that made the Commander feel physically sick. Truly stuck between a rock and a hard place, the Commander had to find a way to incriminate the Detective and his hopes that the testing and subsequent report by Isa were high. Little did he know that the woman was not going to bring him the smoking gun report. The ballistics tests and follow up report would show inconclusively that the detective was innocent of the crimes that the Commander was trying to fit him up for. The Commander pushed back in his chair which groaned in protest due to the Commander’s bulk. The idea that cops lived on a diet of soda and donuts seemed to be accurate when you took in the Commander’s obese state. When was the last time he ever passed a fitness test? Was he even fit for duty as a member of the NYPD? Probably not. The only reason he still held the position was because he was nothing more than a pawn of power. Those with total control liked to have lackeys like Bracks in charge of what would become a bent operation. Numerous reports, and evidence had gone missing over the past six months. Millions of dollars worth of narcotics and weapons vanishing from the evidence rooms. Many young cadets were often put in charge of these facilities, later to become scapegoat in the Commander’s schemes. If only there was someone brave enough to speak out. Someone with the balls to face up to what was a corrupt force. So long as Commander Bracks was in charge, justice was not even going to shine it’s light upon the city.

Seeing the female outline of Isa through the distressed glass door pane, Bracks barked “Enter”

As the door opened, the Commander rose to standing as though he was going to use his size and height as a way to intimidate the young woman. Staring down at her, he noted she had a file in her hands. No doubt this was the long awaited report. It had taken a few hours, and now it was time to learn of its contents.

“Took you long enough.” The Commander grumbled. There was no smile or real emotion on his face. He wanted to appear cold and detached. It was no secret of his hatred for Detective Malone, the whole office knew. How on earth Frank lasted this long was a miracle. Tapping his toe on the wooden office floor, he then lifted his chin and snorted like a malley bull.

“So….did Detective Frank Malone shoot Joey Patone and Elissa von Pourtales?”

~RB~

 

Chor:  

Isa liked to pretend the possibility of being murdered in her sleep didn’t scare her. The fact that it very much did made it difficult for her not to fear this conversation. Bracks held power, and not just power with the NYPD, but power in much higher, more dangerous places. She’d completely dissolved into her thoughts until hearing Bracks’ loud mouth calling her in. The knob was cold, since no one really used this door except him. He doesn’t get many visitors. The door creaked furiously, as if upset about all the evil it has seen. Isa’s heartbeat quickened at the sight of the commander, but she repeated a single line in her head again and again as she walked over to the chair in front of his desk; facing him. For Claura, for Claura, for Claura. It made her calmer, more ready for his backlash. Obviously this was only half true as she was also doing this for Frank, who didn’t deserve this kind of betrayal. She’d read his file, she knew the good he’d done for the force. It’s a damn shame that the good ones are the ones who get this kind of shit.

Bracks’ spoke and she raised her brows. Has he ever even read a ballistics report, let alone done one? Isa worked so thoroughly that it would take others’ hours upon hours to finish. More proof of unappreciation for Forensics in a whole. Maybe you should do it next time, she thought, then immediately recanted it. That would be about a billion times worse by far. Isa couldn’t even imagine Bracks doing any real police work at all. By the look of him, he didn’t do much of anything except eat and lie. The fact that he was standing was very apparent to her. It was intimidating only because of Isa’s seriously under-nourished size. He was easily two or three times her weight and the way he was standing it was like he knew it. He purposefully made himself bigger, more scary so maybe she’d back down. The question that arose next was the question of the day. She held the paper in her hand out toward him, her other hand fidgeting with some forceps in her coat jacket.

“You will find that Frank Malone absolutely and unequivocally did not shoot Joseph Patone or Elissa von Portuales,” Isa replied, her voice stern and confident despite the situation. The only thing she had definite faith in anymore was Science. Science isn’t biased and cannot lie. You cannot bribe it and it does not fear.  

Razorbackwriter:  The rising red flush on the Commander’s face was like that of a pending volcanic eruption. Purple veins pulsing so close to the skin that they almost were protruding through his sickly pink flesh. Eye sockets drooped slightly to reveal wet watery chasms, from too much drink. Those words of finality in the answer to the question of Detective Frank Malone’s innocence were like a death knell to the Commander. Age lines appeared to grow as he stared down the forensics officer; the words of the man on the phone still going around and around in his head. The words that the Commander wanted to let fly simply went unsaid, as he had to just nod at Isa’s findings. The Commander reached out and snatched the report file from Isa’s hand and then rounded his desk; taking a seat. Again the chair groaned and protested with loud creaks as the Commander settled. He flipped open the file and silently read the report. Bracks didn’t even offer Isa a chair. He simply made her wait. Each turn of a page was preempted by a finger lick so he didn’t miss a thing. But by the last page it was clear that isa didn’t miss a thing either. Her report was solid and factual. Closing the file, Bracks tossed it on his desk haphazardly as though it was yesterday’s paper. There would be no words of appreciation or thanks for the speed in which Isa took to write up the report. The Commander glanced out the office window, deep in thought. Without looking at Isa he simply said….

“Dismissed.”

If Isa left the office without further word, it would only be then that the Commander would watch her go. Once she was well out of ear shot, the Commander picked up the file and tapped the edge to his bottom lip. His eyes narrowed into slits as he pondered, or rather plotted what to do. He needed Frank to be found guilty. He needed to pin a murder on him to appease the men upstairs. But how?

Glancing down at the file in his hands, he simply turned in his chair and dumped the file in the trash bin. Knowing full well that there would be a copy of the file in the forensics, it was going to be one hell of an operation to make it….disappear. Either that…or have something unfortunate happen to Isa.

The Commander eased back in his seat, drumming his fingers together as he mused on what to do. Taking a coin out of his pocket, he turned it over between his fingers before flicking it into the air. The coin spun and spun before coming down to land as the Commander said…“Heads…”

It landed tails side up.

Luck was on Isa’s side.

For now…..

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isa wore a look of complete and utter satisfaction: on the inside. She didn’t let him know how pleased she was with herself, mostly because the more sensible half of her was scared witless. What if he threatened her? Who would even believe her? Much to her surprise, he just read very silently through her report. Almost painfully slow…
He ordered her to exit and by jove she did. No amount of money in the world could have kept Isa in that dingy, pungent office any longer. With a nod of her head, Isa’s feet scrambled from the room and through the maze of desks until she reached the front door. The flash drive with all the information she needed was held tight in her sweating palm and the picture she’d confiscating illegally from the crime scene was burning a hole in her pocket and her character. It was unlike her to be so sneaky, but she’d stepped in a serious shit-pile with this case. If anyone else had been dispatched, the case would probably already be closed with Frank in jail and his cohorts at the bottom of the river.
The air outside caught in her lungs, the smell of cars and hot dogs filling and choking them. Her hands fell to her jacket pockets and the left found a crumpled paper. Pulling it out, her attention drifted down to read it. Frank’s number she’d written from his file. It was only seconds later the phone was ringing. He needed to know just how difficult things were going to be.
Hello?” She whispered, when the ringing ended and a voice broke through the silence.