The Decay.

The Decay.

Collaborative series of the life of the survivors of the Zombie Apocalypse.

Lith:

Location:Virginia
Month/Season:September/Autumn
2 months ago, July, was when it all started. What was reported as a new but non threatening virus became an epidemic. No one knows what truly caused this virus, but theories like some new avian flu, government experimental weapons, or aliens, cropped up everywhere. What was clear, was that the dead was rising again, and were feeding on the living. The military tried to hold off some highly populated areas, but by most accounts they failed. Civilians were forced to leave their homes, or highly populated zones because of the rampant spread of this virus. As they were torn apart from their friends and family, they were forced to seek out food and shelter before they could try and reconnect, but for most it was too late. This new world is something you must fight against, to rebuild, to survive. The question is, can you?

 

Trudging along under the overpass, Jack constantly checked his surroundings with a sense of paranoia. With one hand gripped on his utility belt, near his holster, and the other around his backpack strap, he made his way to the wall of a nearby abandoned building and shimmied along to the corner. The sound of the dead could be heard around the corner, as many cities had been seemingly overrun with the dead. He turned his head and leaned to look around the corner and analyze the situation, with the surprise of the street scattered with the dead walking, and on appearing from just around the corner and taking ahold of him. Jack let out a gasp then fell to the floor with the zombie on top, biting down, trying to get at his face. Jack got a hand around the zombies neck and reached toward his belt for his baton. After a short but heated struggle, Jack armed himself with the baton and struck the zombie over the head constantly, until it stopped moving, but the thudding sounds of falling to the ground and the repeated baton to the scalp had drawn the attention of the other walkers and they began creeping over to his location.

Jack pushed the body off of him then rushed to get to his feet as a walker approached him reaching in for a meal. Swinging the baton, he hit the walker across the head and knocked it to the ground, but didn’t seem to kill it as it had begun to rise again. Jack made a sprint through the scattered group, knocking them over or slipping past some to avoid getting surrounded, and made his way to a nearby alleyway. He then slid to a halt and let out “Ah!”,as he had seen there were even more walkers in this alleyway. With the zombies gaining in on him from before, and the new group asserting their attention to him, he seemed surrounded. In the heat of the moment, he drew his pistol and fired four shots and the first few walkers, killing them and dropping their corpses to the ground, creating a sort of pile. The following walkers behind began stumbling over and then creating another pile, with them crawling to him. He used this time to spot a dumpster near a fire escape, and climbed on top of it, but the walkers from the street had now arrived one began grabbing at his leg, which cause Jack to immediately react and kick it directly on the snout, then make a leap of faith and jump for the ladder. Grabbing it with one hand, he swung the other to take hold of the ladder and began a frantic but successful attempt at pulling himself up to the floor of the fire escape. After a short while of a breather, he noticed through the window leading to the apartment room that it looked clear so he entered in. From there, he made his way through the apartment, rushing to make sure the door leading to the hall was closed, and upon arriving spotted a walker turn around to spot him. He ran to the door and closed it quickly, then made an attempt at barricading with a tipped over bookshelf and a couch as support, and fell to the ground, leaning against it in a sense of relief, as he felt he wasn’t getting a break….and he wasn’t.

From the bathroom and the bedroom stumbled out a female and a male walker, most likely a couple from before. “Oh come on”, he let out before coming to his feet and quickly bashing the female walker across the head, but got taken ahold of by the male, who pushed him into the counter in the kitchen, causing Jack to drop his baton. Struggling with this walker, Jack reached for something on the counter, making contact with a coffee pot, and smashed it across its head, sending shards of the glass into its face and knocking it over. Jack then grabbed the rest of the coffee maker and began smashing its skull in, then knocking the recovering female walker over and doing the same for her. Then something unexpected happened for him. Moans came from the bedroom, and a small child trudged out. A little girl, in a dirty pale white dress, with bite marks around her calf and ankle. Jack looked up to her with a realizing horror, that she was already dead too, and that he would have to stop her. “N-..no…please…no”, he let out as he began to tear up, as she drew near. He pushed her back as she got close and then grabbed his baton and swung at her child face knocking her on her back. Holding her down he began bashing in her skull repeatedly until the job was done, and he rose up, dropping his baton, and shook his head, then turned his gaze onto a mirror, seeing the blood all over him, his face, his hands, seeing what the world had made him have to do.

 

Space:

 

Roy sat atop a tree, using the leaves as cover from whatever was on the ground. He sat still, hearing a Spook stumble by every so often. Once in a while, one would catch his scent and start scratching at the tree, until finally giving up and wandering away. He’s been here since the night, and has been sitting here, still. A passing chickadee hovered above him, than landed on his lap. As it walked along over too where he rested his hand, it started nipping at the little crumbs laying on his palm. In one swift move, he grabbed it, and crushed it, placing it in hit pocket. ​

“That’s five.” He silently uttered to himself before reverting back to his still form. He realized it would be a while before another one happens to land on his arm. He lifted the bottom of his mask, and took a bite of the raw bird, spitting out the feathers. He didn’t have to enjoy it, he just had to survive. He made sure nothing was around to see his face, not even the tiniest gnat. After eating, he sat still… waiting.

 

Doge:

 

The old house seemed safe enough. Sleeping in the car was NOT a safe option, as she realized two nights ago. Since then, Samantha had stuck to using abandoned houses along the backstreets for temporary shelter on her long drive to South Bridge.

The walls were clean, a faint lemony yellow, and most of the furniture had been left untouched. Some cold tea mugs had even been left strewn on the counter tops, as if the previous owner had only been out for an afternoon stroll. The epidemic had affected everyone in different ways – some had fortified their houses, set up base camps, recruited in groups. other’s simply left.. as was the case in this home.

A shuffling noise in the background caused her to tense up. Pivoting on her heels, she whirled around to come face to face with another ‘one’. The old woman it once was gazing straight into her eyes “Fucking dammit.” She cursed, raising her driver above her head -when suddenly the woman raised her hands in defence and cried “STOP!”

it was a survivor.

Samantha hastily scanned the room for any more lurking ghouls. Finding none, she turned back to the old woman watching her. “Are you hurt?”
“..yes, just on my left forearm.”
Instantly her eyes averted to the welted mark near her wrist.
She was bit.

fucking. damnit.

“how long ago was this?”
“it’s been two hours…”
And by the looks of you, you’ve only got one more hour left, She thought.
“Is there anybody upstairs?”
“no.”

Without further ado, Sam helped the woman into the master bedroom of the house.
“What are you doing?” The old woman whimpered. her sweaty hands clasped around Samantha’s shoulders.
“I’m treating your wounds… It’s the least i can do. I was a doctor back in South Bridge before the virus hit.” She paused and looked at the wound once again.

She’d read about it in books – she wasn’t stupid – The zombie apocalypse brought an epidemic which was transmittable bodily fluids. If one was bitten by the infected they would only have a limited time left to live based on their current health and status. Of course, this wasn’t written in a Mayo medical journal, but it was all she had for reference in this time of need.

For Sam, working in a profession dedicated to saving lives was tough in a time where people had to kill to survive. But to her..what this meant was that any surviving life was worthy of attention – and she was going to give it all she got.

 

Razor:

 

If you work for any one government long enough, you see, you hear the strangest things. After a while you start to wonder just who is serving who. One day, those lines they tend to blur – and grey, well that becomes the new norm. A man who served the army, his country and his God knows how the system works. He knows, that at the end of the day…you all be serving the Man. Only the Man don’t always want what is best for the people. No sir. Ever seen the long lines outside the soup kitchens. The many broken, shattered men that had served their country and then come home only to find that the country would not serve them. Now these same men, they were trained. Taught all the secrets, seen the horrors of war and botched foreign policy that served a goal to appease some sections of what we call the right wing. We are taught in our schools…brainwashed; that this is all for the good of the country. But all too often, its only to appease that one percent. The ultra rich. The men that make the guns that fall into the hands of the believers and those that seek to bring them down. Then there are those that make the weapons of the biological age. The ones that can bring a nation to its very knees, but they would not dare release it on their own home soil. They would not let such a cocktail of chemical destruction go rampant on God’s own people. Or…has sin itself fed the greed of these same men…and now..God…has turned away from his children. Left them to suffer….the fate that they…brought upon themselves. War is Hell…but a living hell…is worse.

Rufus had served his nation with pride. Watched boys…not men, die alone in a distant land, clutching a picture of their sweetheart. Dreams whispered in their final breathes that never became fulfilled. That last war however, there was no honor. A man who knew nothing but the life of a soldier came back to a country that he didn’t even recognize. His own family, they’d have nothing to do with him. Some lab coat flunky called it Post traumatic stress syndrome. Pills didn’t work. Living in society? Nope, that near drove him crazy. But out in the wilderness. Places where man had not left its foul footprint. That was the only place that Rufus could breath. Where he could think. For a few years…it was his sanctuary. But like all good things, it would be spoilt. Spoilt by the same men, that had brought war to so many countries.

Our veteran had a two way, and he heard the chatter. Some man made virus getting loose in the city population. Rufus remembered, one quiet night by his camp fire. Was listening to some good old country songs, when the news broke. He just sat there, clutching his mug of whiskey. Unlike the folks of the big smoke, he had an advantage. Rufus could make ready for when the storm came…..and…it did.

6 months later.

It had been a long time, since Rufus had slept in the comfort of his RV. He’d ran out of gas and had to leave it behind off some of beaten track near a thick wood thicket. Rufus had lost count of the number of infected he had slain. Wearing his machetes slung across his back for easy reach, he made his way down through an old walking track. Hoping to find a source of fresh water. Water that had not yet been contaminated. The crunch of the autumn leaves under foot were the only sound he made. Rufus knew a way to regulate his heart rate and maximize his energy output during long days like these. With a keen eye, he kept a watch of the surrounding area. You just never knew when a lone walking corpse would cross his path. If it did…then may God bless him send the wretched back to his maker.

 

Skink:

 

She was woken up by the sounds of loud, dragged foot steps against the leaf littered floor. She sat on her branch and watched. Despite her waist being tightly secured against the trunk of the tree using her scarf, the fear of falling from 15 feet high made her insides churn. They were a group in which what seemed like a family of four. A man, woman, and two children almost her age.
“What is he carrying…” She whispered. The walkers moved forward, not noticing she had spoken out loud. What she made out to be the ‘Father’, seemed to have been carrying something on his back. She peered in closer. “It’s a baby carrier…” She said, a little louder than anticipated. The group looked up towards her, they turned and made their way to her tree. She knew that if she kept quiet, they would forget about her and move on, but knowing never did stop her from not feeling safe. Trembling, Callie took this chance to take a better look at the carrier. “Is there a baby? Oh i hope the baby is alive… What am i saying, what a horrible life to live! To sit, strapped against a monster’s back… But what a horrible thing to wish, to hope that a baby is dead. Maybe someone saved the baby, maybe they’re with better people, maybe-” She stopped mumbling. Her eyes widened, her mouth left slightly gaping open. She let out a small sob, in which she started to cry. The carrier held not a living, healthy child, but its body-less remains. “I should’ve known,” She muttered, her words trembling alongside herself. She stared at the two children, gnawing and scratching against the tree trunk below her.
It isn’t long. She thought. It isn’t long before i become one of you.

 

 

The Battle Babes of Greed – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

The Battle Babes of Greed.

Kiri:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

 

As Aria might have said in this current moment, they were finally home at last, there and ready to go back to the castle, to meet Mammon once again; to explain to him what had happened in their absence. It was a pleasing thing to the girl, even if she didn’t show it right now, the girl was definitely excited to finally be home; even on her most hyper of days, this woman was calm and always ready for anything. She kept her cool because of the demonic blood within her, afraid that if she ever lost control that she would be consumed by the power and it would take her over; it would leave her elder sister… unprotected and uncontrolled. After everything that had happened while they were gone, one thing stood out to the half demon. The things that had happened while they were in that land filled with snow.

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That image was within her mind easily, and she would never forget it. Aria had unloaded everything, her entire mental breakdown state was unleashed on a group of hellhounds all at once, a massacre. In the end the girl was just left only to sit on the snow. Shaking her head at her sister, who had, while her younger sibling had been in thought, robbed a store of their cookies, Masumi resisted the urge to smack her across the back of the head. Mostly because she was wanting this day to go without incident, of course the elder sister had another plan sometimes. They soon reached the castle, and the girl who had the mentality of a sixteen year old seemed really hyper about it, and had already took off. Ugh, great. Dashing forward with her massive inhuman speed, she followed the girl as she moved to keep up. With the girl moving at such a high speed, Masumi was beginning to think it was about time she learned something that let her keep up easier. As soon as she got in though… oh the sight made her freeze, and within a moment some poor soul was trying to enter the ballroom at the same moment.

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In that very instant, Masumi shot forward and would have slammed into the girl with a flying tackle, knocking her well out of the ballroom before she would have grabbed her hand and pulled her further away from the ballroom. The only explanation that she may have given was simple, putting up a hand she merely rose it slightly, freezing and then finishing.

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Masumi Miyazaki: “Just… no.”

Treasures of Greed Theme: Take a Hint!

Meanwhile… as the girl in the ballroom unleashed everything, the dark aura didn’t affect her that much, but that was only because her own power seemed to be of the same nature at this point; with two psychotic, sadistic maniacs in one room against one opponent, you’d think it couldn’t get much worse. You were wrong to think so. Ayana’s cannon transformed itself as she jumped into the air, hovering there as electrical energy began coursing around her and the newly transformed cannon. As the girl finished off her third clip, Ayana was moving right over his head as she pointed the cannon at his head; intending to “return” the gift with interest.

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“Thor’s Cannon!”

Once she had unleashed all of that power, it was obvious this was on a different level than her previous attacks. The payload of kinetically enhanced divine lightning would have slammed the Jabberwock with so much force that it would have slammed his head down into the ground with earth shattering force while paralyzing his body once again from the electrical currents that would have been unloaded into his body once more. Ayana was grinning widely as she did, obviously enjoying it as she went to truly just show him why he should have bowed down before.

Dessy:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle
Mariela felt kind of bad for leaving the dwarves there – but that thing was still in the ballroom and she still had her family, Alice and Scar to worry about. She’d go back later, but at the moment, she really needed to get up there to the Jabberwocky. She ran down the hallway, armor on, sword in one hand and the tablet in the other, running as fast as she could – only to get stopped. By… a floating cat head? Mariela stopped in her tracks, giving a confused look from behind the helmet. “Chesire cat?” she said out loud. Like… the one from the Alice in Wonderland story. She couldn’t question once more, before something was thrown into the cat’s mouth, and it sputtered and coughed, then shrinked away, becoming the size of a small cat.
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“Hey!” Mariela exclaimed after she was tackled to the ground, lifting up the helmet to reveal her face. Her hand was grabbed, and she had to hurry up and gather the tablet and the sword, because the girl had grabbed her hand and was pulling her away. “What the fuck?!” the girl exclaimed. She pulled her arm away and glared. “Who the hell are you?” she asked. Mariela looked up when the first girl shouted “Thor’s Cannon”. She didn’t know any of these people. What the fuck was going on?

Why were they even here? One girl girl bursts through the window in lightning, the other one knocks the door down, and then she didn’t even see this one come in. Like… at all. At least not until she was tackled. “Who are those other two?”she said. “And why did you tackle me?! I have that thing to kill, you know!” She did remember seeing the girl before, a long time – when Mammon was alive. But again, that was a while ago. And even then, she was only a healer at the time. She didn’t know much about them. But three random girls just ran into her ballroom and she had no clue who any of them are.
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Razor:

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

When Marcus thought he had entered into Greed at just the right time, he was soon to realize that he had missed a very special event. After just saving the Princess from the wily Cheshire cat, who the Black warlock had recognized from a children’s fable, the Princess was hit in a full on tackle by another female. One with flowing black hair. It was not like she was hitting her to do her harm, but get her clear out of the way. As strange as that may have been. From what Marcus could see, two others were fighting of all things….a Jabberwocky. Right there in the main ballroom. Something else that Marcus noticed was all the red and black playing card knights. As though made of paper standing around the outside of the battle, but not actually contributing to it. Like stranded spectators. There was so much damage….broken shards from the chandelier, the broken cookies…and then…Marcus spied the broken mirror. For a moment, Marcus stood frozen for he recognized the framing and knew immediately whose it was. The fact that it was destroyed and all the creatures were still in the ballroom meant that something had happened, but what? With all the lightning and fire power being dished out in the ballroom, the Warlock looked around his surroundings in the hallway…and happened to spy a hat. Sitting on the ground near a wall. Suspicious of this he walked over, while the Princess was asking her assailant who she was and what the hell was happening in her ballroom.

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Marcus crouched down and picked up the hat. Underneath the hat was a pocket watch. Strange. The watch had a strange marking on the face, and when he pressed the clip it popped open only to show that it only had half the numbers that it should have, and the small hand was moving too fast. The warlock frowned, and started to rise to his feet. The Jabberwocky…..the cat….the cards….the hat…and the pocket watch. What did this all mean?

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Hearing more destruction coming from the ballroom, the Warlock went the opposite way…heading for the Library. He needed to see, if what he thought was happening, really was.

In the ballroom, the table of cookies had been smashed by the swipe of the Jabberwocky’s tail, when it tried to make the attack on the lightning sprite with the massive release of the spear like spines. The girl was surprisingly nimble, and had managed to jump well clear of the tail attack, allowing her to be free from being hit. Angered by this, he was about to open his mouth to launch another purple haze of power, when he was struck under the throat by the attack of the newest kid on the block. Another girly come to try her luck, and with the distraction caused by the arm cannon wielding girl, it was all too easy for the jabberwocky to be hit from under and have his head pound the roof. This would cause large cracks, that ripped along the roof itself and undermined the superstructure – in other words, it was going to bring the roof down on top of them at this rate. The Jabberwocky’s ability to withstand multiple attacks was leaving him drained though. He howled and roared in protest, as the plucky Ayana was enjoying this torrent of electrical super attacks on the mammoth beast.

The Jabberwocky’s whole body slammed onto the ground with a sickening crunch. The paralyzing attack having now taken affect, and the soldiers all gasped to see the red queen’s prize pet almost defeated. Course, it could not be killed without the use of the vorpal sword. The large beast writhed and spasmed, though its eyes continued to glow fiercely.

“She has done what the Red Queen could not.” The Jabberwocky’s head fell to its side as though passing out from the pain. What did he mean by the riddle you might ask? The answer….was in the library.

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Matt:

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Aria’s roars were cut off as the other girl blasted the beasts head from above. Quickly the crimson coated girl ducked out of the way of the massive falling head, just barely missing being crushed. For a moment she waited to see if the Jabberwocky would get up once more, but it seemed as though the abuse it had taken was finally taking its toll on the body. With a shrill, and demented giggle, Aria pulled back her hood, and moved towards the beast. At this point one of her pupils was larger than the other, giving her an even more demented appearance

Once she was close enough she slammed the heel of her boot down on the breasts head, glaring at it as though it were prey. Her tip of her scythe blade had slipped under the lip of the Jabberwocky, and was pulling its mouth open some now.

“Not so proud now are you?” She growled as she wrenched its mouth open with the scythe.

Once it was open she looked around for something to hold it open, but she didn’t see anything that wasn’t completely eviscerated from the fight. That was until her eyes fell upon the card knights. They all seemed weak and flimsy to her, but they would have to do.

“Hey! Get your lazy asses over here and hold this open!” she yelled at them. These knights though were under the influence of her aura though, and were frozen with fear at the sight before them. That was until she used her free hand to toss a loose stone at one of them.

When it hit, it seemed to snap them back to reality. With slight hesitation that they might be the next to fall under the blade, or the cannon of these powerful females, they rushed to do as they were told. It took the entire deck of the reds to hold the mouth open, but once it was Aria reached her hand into the maw of the beast, and pulled its tongue out. Not the saliva covered appendage was laying limply from the creatures mouth.

It was a pronged tongue, and was very sticky, but Aria cared little about this. As she stood there, she raised her scythe far above her head, and then swung it down. The blade sliced through the flesh of the tongue, and it fell from its owners mouth, completely detached now.

Though it was paralyzed, the beast still roared from the pain of the dismemberment. It tried to speak, but every time it moved its mouth, purple blood flew through the air, coating the knight, Ayana, and Aria in the vile liquid. Though this just seemed to enrage the girl more.

“No! Where is the red?! I must see the red!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

With a swift movement she took her sythe up once more, and moved to the side of the creatures head, near its right eye. The beast’s eyes were now wide open, and was bloodshot with the pain its body surged with.

“Maybe here! Is the red here?” she asked.

She quickly held her scythe like a golf club, and then swung it down, gouging into the beasts skull. The bastard roared with pain again, and this time it was red blood that flowed. Why was it different than in the mouth? Aria didn’t know, and she could give less of a fuck. She simply began laughing as though it was all a big joke.

“Yes!!!! That’s it!!!!! Cry me a river!!!!” she howled.

She then zipped to the other side of the head, and sunk her scythe into its other eye, laughing all the time. Even as she was covered in a shower of sticky red liquid. She seemed as though she couldn’t be any happier right now.

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Kiri:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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The cat demon had to let out a further sigh as she slapped one palm against her face from her sister’s rage at the moment, that one was definitely angry at this point, and it wasn’t one of her minority rages either; this time she was in full run. The only thing the younger sibling could do at the moment was just sigh, and facepalm of course, at the fact that her sister was going berserk already the moment they managed to get back home. With the woman she had tackled and pulled away from the ballroom angry with her and asking a bunch of questions, she decided to answer those as her sister went and tortured the incapacitated beast.

Masumi Miyazaki: “I ask that you relax, getting worked up is only going to hurt your decision making in this situation. The girl in red and currently laughing at the top of her lungs, while torturing that big dragon-like creature, is my elder twin; by a few hours. The other one, I have no idea, I recommend you ask her. Now, excuse me for a moment.”

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She seemed almost robotic with the way that she said it, quickly speaking the truth and getting the point out there before she turned on her heel and moved in a blur, running into the entrance of the ballroom as she drew her sword and let it shift into gun mode. Hurling the thing and forming an extending ribbon which further extended to the point she wanted it; Masumi then would have jerked the ribbon made just perfectly so that it would have pulled the trigger, causing a gunshot which would have propelled it at Aria. Should it have been left to continue, the move would have caused the weapon to wrap around the elder sister’s stomach, only to have Masumi jerk, hard, and knock her on her ass to pull her away from the beast. With the level of strength that she put into it, the elder would have been pulled hard enough that she skid backwards and stopped at the feet of the younger; who would have knelt down and spoke at that moment in a much softer and more emotional type of voice, a soothing one.

Masumi Miyazaki: “Aria, enough. Snap out of it, I’ll get you a new cookie later. First we have business to take care of.”

Meanwhile, of course, Ayana was landing and had already began building up a massive amount of kinetic energy into the cannon, intending to shoot every ounce that she could straight down his throat; no way in hell was she stopping now. Someone had to say the incantation to stop her, otherwise she’d keep going in this collapsing room. Well… normally anyway, instead Ayana actually dodged several pieces of the falling ceiling, jumping this way and that as she ended up outside of the ballroom; but she was still charging that cannon again.

Once Aria had calmed down and was back to normal, the younger sibling would have looked to the girl and spoke once again, catching glimpse of a male heading in the direction of… the library if she remembered correctly.

Masumi Miyazaki: “… Who are you, and why do you have Mammon’s sword? Where is he? Also, who was that man, and should we be following him?”

Oh… the poor witch had so much explaining to do on their trip to the library when it happened.

Dessy:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Relax? She wanted her to relax? She was just tackled by some strange woman she didn’t know, with two other girls attacking the Jabberwocky. How was she supposed to relax? Mariela took a deep breath, sheathing the sword on her side as she took deep breaths. The girl began explaining everything, and Mariela watched her and listened.“It’s a Jabberwocky. Not a dragon.” she said, recognizing it from the Alice in Wonderland book. Being caught up in a thousand things at once, it didn’t quite hit her at the moment that everything happening came from the Alice in Wonderland book. Alice, Scar being the Hatter, the Jabberwocky, the cards. The cat. She didn’t quite realize all of this yet.

As quick as the girl had tackled her, she had quickly left without another word. This allowed Mariela time to look around. The cards were still there, spread out all over the place. As she watched the Jabberwocky, the girl in red had… cut it’s tongue off. Holy shit. She then proceeded to gouge out his eyes. Holy shit.“Looks like I can’t question it for answers…” she mumbled under her breath. She then saw the broken glass shards on the ground – and her face fell to concern. She guessed it was from the mirror – it had to have been. But… it was just a guess. She turned her head to the other side of the hallway, only to see a brief glimpse of the guy from earlier picking up a hat. Scar’s hat. “Shit…” Mariela mumbled under her breath. Scar never went anywhere without his hat. That meant something bad happened. She didn’t see him pick up the watch. She finally remembered the Chesire cat. All of these things were from Wonderland. Wonderland was coming into Hell, but that didn’t explain where Scar and her family ran off to unless they were inWonderland. But they couldn’t be. Maybe Scar just dropped his hat in a hurry, but Mariela was starting to slightly panic.
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The beast passed out unconcious after saying the words “she has done what the Red Queen could not”, and Mariela tilted her head. What did that mean? She remembered the Red Queen was Lydia – who she killed. That means Wonderland didn’t have a Red Queen. But what was the Red Queen supposed to do? And who did it instead? So many questions answered, and so very little time to get it.

The girl in red was saved. But that left the lightning one. Quickly, Marie pulled out the tablet from under her arm, looking down at it. Good news is, the girl was out of the ballroom. Bad news is, the roof was about to collapse any minute, and if she didn’t say this incantation and stop her from whatever she is doing, the roof would collapse on the girl. Mariela looked down at the tablet, before speaking the incantation: “The trickery of Loki undone, the skill of Thor turned to strength, the all seeing eye of the All Father opened; knowing the desire of her heart. By decree of these words, the seal is done, and the Valkyrie shall be forever masked with a power greater than hers.” After speaking it, she quickly moved, racing in the girl’s direction. Without knowing if it worked or not, she grabbed the girl’s arm and quickly began dragging her away towards the other two.

“… Who are you, and why do you have Mammon’s sword? Where is he? Also, who was that man, and should we be following him?” The girl in black spoke as Marie was catching her breath. She quickly handed the tablet back to the lighning girl, before taking her helmet off as she looked in the direction the boy had walked too. “We should be, yes. He has something I need. I don’t know who he is.” she spoke, and quickly began walking in that direction. “Follow me. I’ll explain on the way.” she said, and she waited for them to catch up with her. “I’m Mariela, the new Princess of Greed.”she said, speed-walking to get to the library. “Mammon is no longer. He died in a war against Wrath.” she continued.“His spy and top advisor, Lydia, took over after his death, and she promoted me from a healer to a Dutchess.” she spoke.
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“Unfortunately, she ended up turning into an overly-ambitious bitch and I had to kill her.” Mariela then said, taking another breath. “I then took over as ruler of Greed.” she said, turning to look at the three girls, before looking at the twins.“As you will soon find out, I’m not like either of them.” she spoke, still speed walking to the library. “Names and explanations would be nice.” she said, turning to the lightning girl. “Especially you. Who are you?” she spoke.

They made it to the library, and Mariela swung the door open, catching Marcus right as he entered. “Hey!” she called out, slightly jogging towards him. “Thanks for the help earlier.” she started. “But who are you? And why are you here? And do you know anything about what’s going on? Like why Wonderland is in Hell?” she asked. She looked back to the three girls, motioning with her hand for them to follow.

Matt:
Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Aira was now coated in blood, laughing like a maniac. It seemed as though she was enjoying herself waaaaay too much. That was until there was a sudden burst of sound. Before she knew it her sister’s ribbon was wrapped around her tightly. When she was yanked back, she struggled. Fortunately though Masumi had also pulled here away from a falling piece of the roof. Even though it did not hit the elder twin, the piece did break itself upon the head of the unconscious Jabberwocky.

The bloodied girl continued to struggle for a moment before hearing her sister’s soft voice in her ear. The mere sound was calming the girl. The black aura around her began to fade until it vanished completely within her body. Even her eyes returned to their normal shapes, and for a moment she just kind of blinked for a moment, looking at the destroyed ballroom. She then turned to her sister, and smiled wide, he child-like attitude returning once more.

“Hey sis. Where are we?” she asked with her bubbly voice.

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She slowly stood up, and unwrapped herself from the ribbon of her sister’s weapon. She seemed to have completely forgotten anything about what had happened since her cookies had been destroyed. Though she did not seem to react the same as the thought of her cookies being destroyed came to mind. Most would assume that she would return to her feral state, but she simply looked sad right now…. That was until she spied the cookies on a table nearby. They were simply being asked to be eaten…. Literally.

Aria cared little about the conversation behind her, running to the cookies, and piling as many of the as she could into her arms. She was about to bite into one, but then her eyes fell upon the Jabberwocky that was passed out nearby. She had no idea that she was the one who had caused it so much pain, and she felt sorry for the beast. So instead of eating the cookie herself, she walked up to the beast, and opened its mouth a little.

“You need these more than I do.” she said as she tossed one of the cookies to the back of the dragon-like creature’s throat.

She did not what the cookies would do. She simply wanted to give the monster a sweet treat. That was just how she was. That was when she heard that there was a new Princess of Greed. With a gasp she dropped her cookies, and skipped over to the girl. Quickly she grabbed both of her hands, and began jumping up and down.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!! Mammon was so mean to us. I’m glad there is a new princess!” she chirped gleefully as she now hopped around the girl.

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Soon the girl ran off though to chase after a man. How typical. She giggled to herself as she watched the girl charge off, soon following her lead. She skipped like a small child, and hummed the entire way, sometimes singing about a “Funny Farm”. Weird….

“The princess wants a man. How funny. She seems a little young for that though. What happened to the days of Chastity?” The elder twin mused aloud, most likely drawing the attention of those around her.

As they walked though Aria stopped, seeing a small cat hiding under a table. Her eyes grew wide, and she became giddy.

“Kitty!” she yelled before charging off after the stripped, and grinning cat. Was this girl really the same that had just been one of the scariest sadists to ever grace the halls of greed? It was hard to tell sometimes….

Kiri:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

You know, normally when people go and do things like that, destroying a ballroom I mean, you’d think that the person who owned said place would be so pissed off they’d think about nothing else; but at the same time Ayana was a bit satisfied that that wasn’t the case in this situation, in fact it seemed the contrary as she had more to think about than just the destroyed ballroom. Ayana rolled her neck as the seal was redone, kind of glad she was finally back in a stable state of mind, but the problem of the matter being that she had just went ballistic on the sucker with that form; she probably could have stayed in her most natural form, but she hadn’t and that was the issue there. Bah, oh well. Ayana looked a lot more calm now though, definitely psychopathically sadistic or anything of that sort wasn’t present, going from those two this was a bit extreme; but it was better than her trying to murder everything and everyone.

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While the Princess had introduced herself, Ayana just listened in silent thought, and the same could have been said for Masumi who looked very… very calm considering what had just happened. While her sister went after the cookies, Masumi was looking at the Princess with what could have been a monotonous gaze that didn’t show any emotion; when asked to follow, she did, however, after a few turns in the corridors Aria ended up dashing into a different room. Masumi let out a sigh and ducked into the room herself, and would have grabbed Aria by her hood and dragged her from the room, but not before grasping the cat and placing him in her arms. With a murmured focus, and be nice to the cat, Masumi would have indeed dragged her sister along; but would have let her go about halfway in a sign of trust that also said not to run off. Looking to the Princess as they walked, Masumi replied and decided to introduce both herself and her sister. At which, Ayana had the same courtesy after.

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Masumi Miyazaki: “Masumi Miyazaki, this is my twin Aria Miyazaki; she’s the elder by a few hours but… I’m sure you’ll figure out soon enough who keeps who out of trouble.We have been absent from Greed for a couple of years, last we were here, the sexist bastard Mammon was in charge; a change in rulership may have been overdue if we went through two rulers in two short years. …Well then. Is there anything that you need, Princess?”

Ayana Hashimoto: “Ayana Hashimoto… I’m a Valkyrie, I was sent to Helheim, ahem, Hell, in order to gain control of my powers; namely the power that you just resealed away. I’ll explain more in detail when it seems we aren’t being heavily pressed in time.”

With that the two had continued on in a sort of silence as they all rushed to the library, seemingly with time being of the essence; but oh how little that they knew that was true. How little did they truly know, for time was slowly ticking away and they had no idea as of yet. Upon entering the library, Masumi and Ayana didn’t hesitate to follow her in, and Masumi made a quick wave to Aria to make sure that she definitely entered the library; they couldn’t afford to let her be staying on her own. And that was only one of the many things happening, for they had to wait on his response to all of her questions.

Razor:

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Greed was known for having the best of everything. Mammon, the previous Prince made sure that his library stocked every book in history, and always first editions. With what Marcus had witnessed out in the ballroom, and the clues of the hat and the strange fob watch, the young warlock was starting to gather clues of what might be happening. Everything pointed to a particular children’s story. Known as Alice in Wonderland. Written by a fellow of the name Lewis Carroll. A genius, whose story was much about a change in the moral values in a world that have strange creatures in power over others. Was it any coincidence that it was this very tale that perhaps had found its opposites in this world of Hell? Was it possible that the characters in the book, had a shadow version of themselves here? What was the link? Why was the hat left behind?

With the attacks and fights going on in the ballroom, it gave Marcus a chance to investigate for himself, if the watch face was a clue to the deletion of time. There was no mistaking that time itself was being messed with. Strange and unusual happenings were taking place all over, and from what Marguerite had said of the new Princess of Greed’s actions at Witches Circle, that even she was affected in some way. No witch in their right mind would dare refuse the offer of help from someone like Lavinia, let alone threaten the entire kingdoms of hell all by herself.

Walking along the line of many rows of book shelves, the Warlock knew he had to think fast, and use his magic rather than trying to find the book by more mortal means. Releasing a black mist, that had finger like ends, he said simply.

“Carroll, Lewis…Alice in Wonderland.”

The fingers snapped, and the mist rolled on down the aisles, one after another as Marcus placed the hat and the fob watch down on the nearest desk. It was then that Mariela and her new chums decided to enter the library. Talk about timing.

“Hey!”

“Oh hello.” Marcus was not rude, but he didn’t stop what he was doing either. Magically whipping up a whisky decanter and matching glasses. He kindly helped himself to a drink, as the girl continued on.

“But who are you? And why are you here? And do you know anything about what’s going on? Like why Wonderland is in Hell?”

So many questions, and of course Mariela brought up Wonderland.

“I was going to ask you the same thing, but I decided to do a little investigating myself.” The Warlock poured himself a drink, while in the background, the mist hand returned with the first edition copy of Alice in Wonderland and held it aloft between the Princess and the Warlock. The new battle babes would have seen it as well.

Talking to the hand of dark mist, Marcus said with a smile. “Thank you, would have taken me ages.” The book then fell to the desk and the pages spun open, but if one cared to look, half the words were missing. “Well well…look at that.”Snapping his fingers, Marcus said to the mist hand…“Grab me another book of fiction…anything.” The fingers snapped, and the mist took off again, so Marcus could go back to his introduction. Taking a sip of his whiskey and smacking his lips he continued.

“The name is Marcus Black….I believe you have met my hapless brother, Raul. He…created that mirror that has smashed into oblivion in your ballroom. As to who sent me…that would have been my Mother, Marguerite. Bloody woman is obsessed with your kingdom, lord knows why. Tried to marry Raul off to Lydia. Course…he had to be a man whore and knock up some bandit. And….” Marcus smiled at this part. “You happened to end Lydia. Good one!” he gave a thumbs up before the mist came back with another book, that fell down on the table and opened, to show….all the pages were blank. It was now becoming apparent what was happening.

“This isn’t good.” Marcus said almost to himself, but it would have been heard by the group of girls. Raising his head, he then said what he believed was happening. “Someone is erasing stories….books. Quite the clever plan really.” he picked up the empty book and flipped through the pages, before slamming it shut.

“A very clever way of erasing a potential champion, and using a distraction to stop her from seeing it for herself.”Marcus stared at Mariela and then the others.

“If this can erase a story, not only are those in it in danger….another book is too. Probably the only one that can defeat the evil. Gee, and I thought I was bad. Whoever planned this from the start was insanely clever. Or a madman.”

Marcus opened the book of Alice again, and you could see that there was an outline of the picture of the Jabberwocky, but it was fading….fading from existence.

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Down in the ballroom, there was a god awful creak coming from the roof, while on the ground, the paralyzed Jabberwocky was shrinking due to the eat me cookie that was thrown into its mouth by one of the battle babes. Unable to speak…unable to see….its fate was about to be sealed.

Tales from the Crow’s nest.

Tales from the Crow’s Nest – A Pirate’s Story.

~Tick Toc Tick Toc Tick Toc goes the Clock~

It was hard to imagine that the turning of that simple hour glass had caused a major upset that was spreading like tentacles right across the realms. The Witches knew, The Dark One knew. It was like everything was topsy turvy and those that were allies were turning on each other and those that were enemies, were forming new alliances. War, the battle cries were being heard in places that few imagined and there were those that worked the fringes to profit from the dramas unfolding. How funny, that in some Kingdoms, they made love…in others they sought war. Would there ever be peace now?

A rolling fog crossed the lands that reached the outer grounds of Gluttony with the sound of a ship’s bell ringing in the mist. The creaking of well worn wood and the shouts coming from the deck by the hardy crew suggested that something was coming as weird as that sounded. Was it even possible for a ship to sail upon the air’s current? The fluttering of sails and the strange whistle pierced the air, right as a body was flung from one of the windows of the castle Gluttony. It landed with a bump along the blackened grasses and stayed still, while above the sound of chain being released meant that something was coming from above. A massive anchor landed with a terrible thud into the earth as scores of pirates were lowered on ropes to scan the area below. The meanest looking band of men that one could ever lay eyes upon, and one had gone ahead – taking out his time piece and then a compass in the other hand. The compass pointed directly at the girl that had been thrown from the castle.

“Cap’n! She be ‘ere!” He bellowed, looking back as the sound of heavy foot falls suggested a large man was coming. Indeed, it was none other than Captain Moon, and he stared down at the girl with a scowl on his weathered face.

“They be throwin’ away the wenches?” He asked with a curious expression, giving her side a little kick with his boot. The Captain wasn’t much into pleasantries. The Captain shrugged, and then looked up to the castle from which she had been thrown. “Sounds like a real party, lads.” There was no mistaking the sound of a battle royale of sorts going on inside the castle proper. At one point, they heard a woman scream out like a war cry “Hissatsu!”

The crew all looked at each other wondering if they should enter the fray. The first mate scratched his cheek, and then stared down at the girl thoughtfully. There was no real reason that they needed to risk the ship and the crew by entering the fight, but….if they took the girl.

“Cap’n….she’s not just any wench.” The First mate pointed out a symbol on her clothing and the Captain crouched down for a better look. “Hmmmm….interesting. Jarvis, get her back on board. She might be useful after all.’

“Aye..aye, Cap’n.” The first mate whistled for a few of the crew to pick the fallen girl up and carry her back to the lowered ropes, to carry her back on board the floating ship.

Captain Moon stood with his hands on his hips a moment, seeing all the dead guards scattered in the grounds. Normally he did enjoy a good fight, but by the sounds of things it was one that he wasn’t about to put everything on the line for. With a deep chuckled, he turned on his heel and went to rise up to his ship by using the ship’s anchor to lift him back off the ground. With all back on board, the ship disappeared back through the fog that had brought it there in the first place.

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Queen of the Night – The Kingdom of Sloth :PD

 

Following on from ” A Drop of Blood” – The Kingdom of Sloth.

 

Kiri
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Hikari: “What you have isn’t a soul, it’s chaotic energy. It’s the only thing that is keeping you alive. I’m a Bakeneko, we have a sense for spirits. We are natural born Necromancers, telling whether something has a soul or not is basic, this is an easy feat.”

Hikari’s voice was going slightly monotone as she began tapping into her own soul energy, it killed her emotions to a degree and caused some tiring aftereffects once everything was said and done; Hikari would be fine however, first things first was to get this spirit into a new body. Hikari looked at the spirit of Sayaka and then back to Grey, eyeing them both as she analyzed their connection; if it was any stronger it would have resulted in taking the only thing Grey used to live, luckily that Chaotic Energy didn’t agree with Sayaka’s presence, so she didn’t end up corrupted by it, it merely kept their connection weak. Hikari looked over at the other woman as she offered up her arm and told her to have at it. Hikari saw a loyalty in this one that many wouldn’t see in Hell, the loyalty of someone who loved the person that they served. With a claw elongating itself from her index finger on the right hand, she grasped the wrist of the female and pricked her arm, letting some of the blood coagulate on her claw as she drew it back, making sure not to waste any. Not wasting time either, she then plunged that same claw, and the blood with it, into his his wrist.

Hikari: “Also, I’m going to tell you now. You are becoming a Kitsune by doing this, it will further increase your capabilities, and will allow you more versatility. And you won’t be stuck as a man either, Kitsune are Shapeshifters able to change gender as well even at their most basic level.”

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Hikari: “My name is Hikari, the only thing that I ask is for an alliance. As I’m sure you could tell, Sloth is in no condition to be pulled into some kind of war. Even if Tazuya will not, I will ask.”

Turning around, Hikari seemed to become a lot darker, one eye becoming hidden as she looked at the spirit and Grey once again, pointing a single finger as she focused her Soul’s energy into a thin line, severing the connection of the soul and Grey’s body then and there. Hikari then reached forward, grasping the ethereal hand of Sayaka as she pulled the soul towards the body of the nine-tail Kitsune male, letting her do the rest.


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Sayaka; Spirit of Wrath: “Now look here you stupid son of a bitch, I have done nothing! It was YOUR decision to do that…. even if I must be grateful for preventing that.”

Sayaka was beginning to get angry for once, but she was trying to keep that anger under control for the moment as it was obvious that she didn’t have time to let him get under her skin on purpose, mainly if she was going to get a new body she needed to be able to focus on what was at stake once again. After what had happened with Beelzebub she was free from the curse, that much was certain. She had lost the Flame of Wrath as well, but that was of no consequence right now for she felt that for the moment she was going to have to deal with the current issue coming: the new body.

As Sayaka was pulled from the body of Grey, she felt herself suddenly aware of everything around her at once, it was chilling and almost terrifying to know that she was nothing more than a piece of the things that were part of something far greater than herself; a world, a universe, which encompassed a massive area. Pulling together all of her consciousness, she put herself closer to the body of the Kitsune, letting her soul attach itself and then propagate throughout it, letting her senses settle into that of the creature; Sayaka was frozen for a moment, her senses overwhelming her for a moment as she wasn’t yet used to the level of sense that this creature had. She didn’t take long to do it, and began going through the abilities, knowledge and skill of the creature she now inhabited. A new Kitsune had been born; and she was already shifting into a more suitable form.

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I may fall, but I will rise again. Sayaka has been reborn!


Development


Kitsune Physiology: Sayaka has now taken on the form of a Nine-Tail Kitsune, granting her any and all abilities connected to such a creature. As a Kitsune, Sayaka has a new Canine Physiology, which dictates that she is naturally stronger and faster than normal humans. As a Yokai in general, Sayaka now has an Supernatural Condition which is high; perhaps not as high as her previous, but that can be fixed one day; however, duly noted is the fact that this body is much stronger than her previous in durability, allowing her much power. Through her Kitsune physiology, Sayaka now has all the abilities of a Kitsune, including as such: Semi-Immortality, Dream Manipulation, Enhanced Intelligence, Fox-Fire, Flight, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Life-Force Absorption, Possession, Shape Shifting obviously, Tail Manifestation, nine Prehensile Tails, and the previous abilities of her Spirit Physiology: Freezing, Fear Inducement and Invisibility. Also grants a Supernatural Beauty greater than her previous, allowing an Enhanced Charisma. Which… actually may be a pain in the ass considering Beelzebub.


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Sayaka took in the abilities of her new form, analyzing every little thing that she knew about it from the mind that the previous owner had. The memories were there, thanks to the girl having taken control of it and allowing it continued consciousness. Taking a deep breath, the new Kitsune looked at the others, smirking as she spoke with a melodious, charismatic voice.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “Oh.. this feels great. Well, I suppose I should get to business… Katrina. Miss Hikari.”

Cutting herself off for a moment, Sayaka pulled herself together then and there, her eyes showing nothing but true emotion as she now looked to the two she needed to address, but she would save Kat for last.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “First and foremost, Hikari you will have your alliance. After all of this, you have more than shown yourself an ally of the Kingdom of Wrath; and to me. From this day forth, all you must do is contact me, and you will have my assistance. Second, Grey Watson… despite your shortcomings, I am grateful to you, and I promise you payment for everything you’ve done for me. Thirdly… Kat… I have an announcement to make now. Considering everything that has happened, and the effects on myself… I am stepping down from the Throne of Wrath, and I name my successor you. Katrina. I need you to return to Wrath immediately, send out ravens and make it known everything that has happened. Including to the Embassy.”

This is what Sayaka had been thinking on when they arrived, after everything that had happened, she knew that she had to do this; stepping down from the Throne of Wrath would give her the very freedom to maneuver that she needed to find the source of the curse that had afflicted her. It was time to enter the world as herself, not as the Princess of Wrath.

Sieg:

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Grey rolled his eyes, an small smirk placed on his lips just due to the enjoyment he got from being able to anger the princess with such an ease. He knew that perhaps it was not the best way to relate with her and that maybe getting on good terms with her was the best thing he could do, but after having her gaining knowledge out of him in the way she did and pretty much clinging her soul into his body, he considered he had all right to just make her blood boil for a little. In any case before he got to make another remark, everything began getting into place, with the female that brought them here offering her blood and the bakeneko deciding to go on with this

Well I do now and I would thank you if you hurried, I want to be able to drink booze and go lock myself in a room with a succubus without having a ghostly voyeurist around

The bakeneko really didn’t lost much time, and Grey had to admit that despite the initial feeling of getting that soul kicked out of body was not pleasant, the void was soon filled. In the end if having Sayaka’s soul forced within him brought up some sort of strange warmth within himself, having it removed left some sort of cold void if one was being logical…at the very least…until the chaos itself seemed to be in glee within him. The scars across the undead face began glowing fiercely for a few moments, as the chaos within seemed to be without a leash inside of his body for a moment until it finally settled down again, and the glow died out just as soon as it appeard, and it wasn’t the only one being happy about this arrangement. A grin appeard on Grey’s face as he just stretched and enjoyed the sensation of not having an unwanted visitor within him, and even if it was disturbing for him the knowledge that she gathered in her short time inside of his head…he still was clearly a lot more relaxed as he eyed Sayaka and heard her words

No problem…in fact…I might make you a discount as long as you promise to keep the…”you know what” between us

His past as a priest, the life of the man known as Damon Wattson was going to remain secret and he would make sure about it, and if she saw as much as he think she saw, she surely knew that his complete and utter hatred for that part of his life would drive him to do terrible things if he had to, to keep it safe and protected. As for the other announcement that former princess made, Grey just chuckled and patted Kat in the back, perhaps a little bit too hard without noticing. Of course one shouldn’t be fooled by his apparent congratulation, if anything he was happy because he felt this could be benefical for him in some way, and knowing how smart he was despite the looks…it was a troubling thought that he was happy about Kat’s current position

Congratulations Kitty Kat…seems like you just got promoted, so tell me, interested in getting back home safely or anything around those lines?

The bastard just wanted to get profit out of her, even if it meant being her bodyguard all the way to the Wrath Kingdom…and who knows what else, in the end he seemed strangely more well mannered in comparison with how he was before when he addressed her. True, you could say Sayaka’s presence within him made him mad and that was why he didn’t behaved in a very friendly way…but…with him you never knew. The worst combination for someone who was on the edge of being a sociopath, was also them having a brain…if anything Kat should have kept her contact with him brief. Use his services and that’s that, but the undead knew his way around people and sadly for her, unless she knew of him, she wouldn’t be aware of what his true intentions would be. Even if she was a witch, even if you could read someone…there are just some people who are good at hiding what they want the most, and sadly, sometimes they turn out to be people who just would enjoy breaking anything before them to get it

In fact I think you might need a bodyguard…I mean imagine the moment they find out you are the new face in charge…so many will just want a piece of you…it will be like if they were tearing you apart with just a look

Razorbackwriter:
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Katrina actually looked at this new Sayaka with horrified eyes. What the devil did she just say? No…no, she was never meant to be a royal. She was a Cat…a witch. She had done her Mistress service in saving her ultimately by leading Grey to this place, but to think that Sayaka was stepping down as the Head of Wrath and granting rule to Katrina was …..way too much to process.

“I don’t understand. You can’t…please. Wrath is your kingdom. I’m just a cat.” Katrina reached up and pulled at her own hair, backing away slowly. There was more to being Wrath, and Katrina knew all too well what it meant. Would Katrina lose one of her nine lives just from the shock of it all.

Grey on the other hand was all too happy that Katrina had been bestowed such an honor, going as far to say his congratulations, which considering the circumstances seemed a bit premature. Little did the feline know that he was merely looking out for a way to make a profit, but as Katrina’s head was spinning, the power of wrath was now finding its new home. Out of the sky, just like Mammon’s power had transferred to Lydia, the power of Wrath was now about to make its new home within the body of the feline. Even though she wasn’t entirely ready for it. Blasting down the reddish orange aura hit the cat witch was such force that it knocked her clean off her feet. On the ground she twitched violently – going into a dreadful spasm. Twitching and shaking till the aura settled within her. Once it did, the Kat’s eyes sprang open, staring out at space.

A new ruler was set to make her mark on Hell.

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Hearing Grey’s speech, that those that would now be her enemies, might seek a piece of her, Katrina got to her feet. She looked over her newly charged body and winked at what was Sayaka.

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“Wait till they get a load of me.” With sass she started to strut for the nearest doors. “Come on, Grey! Heel!”

Destination…..WRATH!

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

Don’t make no difference if I’m wrong or I’m right
I’ve got the feeling and I’m willing tonight
Well I ain’t nobody’s angel
What can I say, well, I’m just that way, hey

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say, say
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

You’ve got a problem with the way that I am
They say I’m trouble and I don’t give a damn
But when I’m bad I know I’m better
I just want to get loose, and turn it up for you baby

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

~RB~

(TC – Wrath)

Kiri:
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
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Oh Sayaka was enjoying her new look, and her new power. She was no longer weakened to things like holy objects, her new racial status meant that she was neutral in that world, perhaps yes, they would harm her, but they could not poison her as they used to. Yokai were neutral on the balance of Holy and Demonic, even if they were on a technical level, demonic, they weren’t poisoned by holy items even if they could be purified like other demons. Yokai were a complicated subject it seemed. Sayaka found something in the male’s mind however that she thought of as interesting. And so she looked to Hikari as she brought it up, letting her form take on something else. It looked a lot more innocent than her new normal form, but that was the point wasn’t it? She was changed, time to change her entirety of her being.

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Sayaka: “Oh, my name is Sayaka by the way. What is a Fear?”

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With the two from Wrath now leaving, and the now neutral princess asking a question, Hikari was already in a good mood after the promise of an alliance. Her original energy returned to her, but she stayed slightly serious as she snapped her fingers, causing a skeleton to drag itself together as she barked and order to it and then turned to Sayaka to explain.

Hikari: “You, go wake up Tazuya! Sayaka, Fear is the term that denotes the unique skills and traits of each yokai. It refers to the “fear” of the unknown, an emotional reaction produced when the yokai represent themselves as “monsters”. As yokai first existed as creatures who induce fear in humankind, the general concept of “fear” revolves around being feared and respected by humans and making them feel small and weak. It involves exerting a wall of pressure to make one’s presence feel larger than the actuality. When done correctly, this also creates a change in the mood and surrounding air whenever a Yokai exerts their ability. What were his?”

Sayaka didn’t waste much time in responding, in fact she seemed almost excited as the skeleton scurried off to the sleeping form of Sloth and would begin to poke and prod at him until he got up and went to the same place where Hikari now stood.

Sayaka: “Speed and Fire.”

Hikari: “Fire-based fear users are able to withstand and survive in intense heat and may even be able to produce fire inside their bodies. They are able to direct the path of nearby fire to suit their needs. Though they are strong in the presence of fire, they can be overpowered by a flame which has been combined with a stronger fear. Speed-based Fear Users are able to move at the highest speeds possible due to their affinity with moving without needing to deal with air resistance like others. Having built their reputation and in other terms fear up because of their terrifying speeds , they are able to reach maximum momentum at a much faster rate . They are able to grow stronger the faster they stay at top speed . Fear Users of this type are known to be able to fight faster then the eye can see and can find it hard to stay slow paced because of their affinity.”

With that Sayaka began digesting all of this information, thinking quietly as she wondered at just how much ability that meant she could use considering her current strength in itself. With this combined with the power of a Yokai she felt that she would be able to grow further than how she had been before. Sayaka had to admit she was pleased.

Sayaka: “It will be interesting to see how this goes, especially with my sw-… Oh that’s right. I don’t have one anymore. I need a new sword.”

Of course, even though Hikari had done plenty, she was still in touch with her Soul’s Essence, meaning she could technically do Sayaka a favor for the last time. So, channeling her power Hikari forged two new weapons out of her own Soul’s Energy. Which meant these were completely spiritual blades able to attack both body and soul. Tossing them over, Hikari didn’t offer explanation, Sayaka would be able to tell now with this new spiritual power. Oh, and before Hikari forgot, she placed a hand both on Sayaka’s shoulder and wrapped her fingers around the handle’s of both swords, binding the souls together.

Hikari: “Here. Also, you have a new Aura as well. A Jaki. It’s a demonic aura all Yokai have, it allows them to corrupt weak minded humans, and is the representation of their power. I imagine yours will be fairly large considering your power.”

Sayaka: “Thanks…. you’ve done plenty at this point you know.”

With that… Sayaka strapped both of the weapons to her side, smiling softly at the girl as she waved goodbye and then turned away; walking straight for the exit of the Kingdom. Ready for a new adventure.

( TC for Sayaka. To ??? )


Final Development for this moment


Spiritual Swords: These swords created by Hikari were made to cut not only the body, but to also slice open the soul. Cutting a target not only causes them to lose blood, but they will lose also their energy and will slowly become lethargic. This means movement is inhibited and physical ability is slowed exponentially. This means the hit target will become weaker and weaker as the fight progresses until they just want to fall asleep. These weapons cannot be damaged by anything but Soul Absorption as they are made directly from a soul’s energy. These are also bound to the soul of Sayaka, if any other tries to use, or pick up, these weapons the energy which they were made from will lash back and attack the soul of the target, damaging their soul until they either are left a soulless husk or drop them.

Jaki: Like all other Yokai, Sayaka has a Jaki now. A Jaki is the Demonic Aura of a Yokai, it is able to corrupt weak-minded humans easily and the larger it is the harder it is to resist; like other auras, this can be used to overwhelm an opponent easily. Sayaka’s Jaki is large in its own right, and through it she is able to overwhelm many low-level demons and Yokai easily from the sheer pressure of it in the surrounding atmosphere. Jaki’s appear to be a demonic wind, however, that does not mean that it can be absorbed like one; it is an aura, there is a difference in that and Demonic Energy.

Soul Connection: Unbeknownst to Sayaka, otherwise now known as Natsu, Hikari’s and Sayaka’s souls have now been conjoined by Hikari having soul bound Sayaka’s soul to two weapons made from Hikari’s own Soul Essence. Because of this, Sayaka and Hikari can now sense each other and know when one another is in trouble. They can also call on one another’s powers, granting them both much more strength than either know at the moment. Hikari does know, however, Natsu does not and cannot learn until she is at her most dire of circumstance.
Sieg;

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
When you have gone through the centuries, walked the path of undeath and had a mind to call your own with you even if you lacked a soul within, you tended to pick up on certain things that despite how time passed never changed. Time went on, the strong fell, the weak raised and grew powerful, kingdoms rose and fell, and so did monarchs and sometimes in the most unexpected ways. An example was this one, the moment he saw how she took upon her new role despite the outside smile a part of him felt a bit bad for her. Poor kitty didn’t knew the mess she was into, she didn’t knew who she was going to mess with…if anything, a part of him that still spoke like that moron of a priest felt a bit bad for her, for what Grey would do to her in the future if things went south. Maybe it was because she was forced into this role while unprepared, or maybe because she helped the former Princess with the same naive kindness he had saved a witch life so long ago…but nevertheless she had no clue of what was to come

Well can’t be helped…better take advantage from this while I can

He had a job to do, an eternity to survive through and if that meant take the world by the horns and twisting that bitch of a life around along with everyone in it then so be it. For now he would be of help, he would smirk just like now and go after her, if she wanted a dog he might aswell bark, if she wanted a partner he would be around…as long as the profit was there, as long as he saw a reward ahead…and the moment no reward would be around…well…let’s not dwell into that now. All he did for now was, just chuckling rather darkly as he cracked his knuckles

You sure I can’t get a try to? In the end might aswell save you a few bucks in doing so Kitten

He half joked and yet half said the truth, in the end why not? He had gotten paid like that before and it wasn’t so unpleasant as it sounded or at least it wasn’t in his case. One night, a single night of joys and pleasures in which if you forgotten about rules and inhibitions you would enjoy and you would save money in doing so, what was so bad in it? At least it was the way he claimed he thought, after a life of upholding senceless rules to remain pure just to die later like a poor bastard…screw it, if no holy being watched over him then why should he live by the rules they supposedly claimed? He was going to enjoy every single taste this world had to offer…and truth to be told, he always had a thing for witches. Call it madness, but no man knew love until a witch came their way, they had a way to do things that left your head spinning, and if the feline with her newfound sudden stroke of power and confidence wanted to, why not? Not like he was being charged to have a taste of beauty in a nice and wild shape. But he decided not to press it, only grinning as he followed behind. It was time to kick down a few doors and claim a nice comfy throne for the Kitty Kat

((TC Wrath))

The Witches Circle – Power and Corruption : PD

 

Fu:

 

Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” A show ? If what happened a second ago was a opener for this………. I’m not so sure I am ready for this . ”

– The Young Apprentice said in a slowly decreasing tone to the man speaking to him , he was anxious at the words being said and furthermost he didn’t have the vaguest of understanding of what was going on . It all seemed a bit too fast for him , like being thrown into the middle of a tv series and having not seen the previous episodes before then . He didn’t know what to expect when expecting , and he didn’t have a word in edge wise because of this being his first appearance around all these people. When he saw newcomers come , all he could do was greet them before returning to silence ; he was here as a guest of sorts too so he wouldn’t try to stand out too much . All he had done would’ve been give a greeting a soft wave with his hand . –

Oridin Lexington : ” H-Hello.”

– Hearing the names of people he’s never met and the talks of Kingdoms had Oridin confused. He didn’t know much about the land outside of this particular region , and hearing about it had him stunned at the concept. Hopefully the Apprentice would get to hear more , but of course he would at least hope to make up some sense of it . –

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Once Mariela had walked into the Witches Circle, she turned to face everyone else, standing with Scar still by her side and the other three behind her. Her blue eyes moved between each person, narrowing slightly as she decided whether they could be trusted or not. Although, her face couldn’t be seen – not whenever the hood was up. She stayed silent, eyes shifting between each person, but they moved to look at Lavinia when she began speaking, her voice cool, yet holding no emotion.
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“Welcome, Mariela and family.”

Mariela simply gave a nod of her head, watching Lavinia as she began walking in her direction. The little witch was suspicious – very much so. She wasn’t quite sure how much these people could be trusted. She looked at the male who spoke a hello, giving a nod. She looked down when Lavinia held out her hand, but simply looked back up at her. “I have.”she said in response to having taken over Greed. Her head turned towards the gasp that could be heard from the crowd.“She killed Lydia?” she spoke, and Mariela tilted her head. “I killed Lydia, yes.” she said, her head snapping to the one who spoke next, who seemed to be clapping. She narrowed her eyes, before turning to look back at Lavinia.

Feeling the squeeze of Scar’s hand, Mariela lifted her hand and put it on top of his in reassurance. “You’re surprised by this?” she then asked about the apparent shock at the death of Lydia – by her hands. She then silenced the one’s behind her, and once again Mariela moved her eyes around the circle. “Watch over me?” Mariela asked with a raised eyebrow – but once again this couldn’t be seen. She looked up when Lavinia walked towards her, Lavinia being quite taller than the small witch.

“I know of the curse of Greed – I was there when both past rulers fell, but only one was by my hands.” Mariela spoke. “I promise I’m not under the curse of Greed, nor will I ever be.” she spoke. One so young and so seemingly innocent, held firmness, delicacy and courage in her voice when she spoke. With everything she’s already been through, nothing fazed her anymore.

“An elder?” Mariela asked, eyebrows raising as Lavinia spoke. “Why do you want me to become an elder?” she questioned. “And what makes you think I want to become an elder?” she asked afterwards. But at the mention of her family, Mariela turned around to look at the three people behind her. She gave a nod of reassurance, before turning back around. “These are my brothers, Sam and Sean, and my good friend, Tessa.” she said, removing her hand off of Scar’s hand to gesture behind her as she introduced each of them.

“I do not know if you are aware, child but there has been a disturbance caused by the turning of the time piece. May I ask you, has anything out of the ordinary….or simply put – strange occurred since the death of Lydia?”

Lavinia asked, and Mariela glanced towards Scar. Immediately, her mind went to Alice and the mirror. “I know nothing about this “turning of the time piece”. she said, looking up at Lavinia again. “But… yes. A few strange things have happened.” she said simply, not saying anything more.

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle

“I know all about it.” This was the time for the Dark one to step forward from where he had been standing as a witness to his historic meeting between Lavinia and the new Princess of Greed – Mariela. Lavinia lowered her hand slowly from the intended handshake, as the young Princess witch was wary of meeting the Queen of all Witches of Drye. Lavinia was not at all happy about what the Dark one had done, even though the turning of the time piece was the direct result of the Prince of Gluttony’s actions at the Hell’s Kitchen.

“Are you even aware of what goes on beyond the walls of Greed, Princess?”Shamus was pushing his luck to get involved at this point, but it was probably a good thing, since the Elders themselves needed to be informed of just why time was being played with. The Queen of Witches glanced back to see the slimy Dark one approach with a serious look about him. “A simple game of chess, dearie. That was the start of it. You….and your fellow rulers of Hell are on that board, but one decided that he sought more power than he should have.” The Dark one was now speaking of the Prince of Gluttony, the one that had just been banished from the Witches circle by Lavinia who had channeled the power of the Elders themselves.

Now everyone was listening intently. Even Lavinia herself. Hell had brought itself to the Witches Circle, due to that same time piece and while the Dark one did not control it, he knew the reasons for its turning and the dire consequences of that fact.

“Explain…Shamus.” Lavinia had taken her attention off Mariela for now, and even Marguerite was paying heed, as this affected her as well.

“We all saw who was here.” Shamus started, and this was when Esme – the apprentice and niece to the Queen of Witches chose her moment to speak.

“The Prince of Gluttony. He held a woman’s body….and…” The memory of what he had done, absorbing her into his own before they had shared a bizarre kiss still fresh in her mind. “That was no ordinary woman, child. That…was the Princess of Wrath.” Now, if Mariela was paying attention, this news that the Prince of Gluttony had attacked a fellow royal would be more than just shocking. “Turns out he is more power hungry than even I could have ever imagined.”

Scar couldn’t hold back any longer. The stark realization that his own beloved Princess could be in danger a very real fact. Mariela had released his hand after introducing her family to the Elders and the Queen. If Gluttony was going after the other royals, what was to stop him from coming after the Kingdom of Greed.

“Did he kill the Princess of Wrath?” Scar had to know.

“Looks like…he ate her. As to whether she was dead, the cat might know.” He meant by this, that Katrina, the servant of the Princess of Wrath was linked to her. But as many looked around, Kat was no where to be seen.

“And what has that got to do with the time piece.” Esme asked, knowing that only the right questions would get the right answers. She didn’t like getting herself involved in matters that were above her role as an apprentice, but it she felt she had to say something.

“Possibly the only way to save all of Hell from complete destruction, even if it does corrupt and cause chaos in its wake. The Prince wears the right hand of doom, a very dangerous piece that is a key…to the ultimate power. Now, I don’t normally hand that sort of thing over without a price, which was….a heart.” The Heart of Pride. Lavinia could see where this was going, and she looked to be getting angry once more. Katrina had not mentioned much at all about the Princess of Wrath, but now with the Prince of Gluttony gone with the absorbed body of the Princess, Kat must have gone off after them. Least that was the idea forming.

“Whose heart must he take?” Scar again now wanting answers. Was it Mariela’s? Was this why the Queen of Witches summoned her to become an elder and unite to save her heart from Gluttony? The Dark one tapped his nose and let out a chuckle.

“You don’t want me to spoil the show, now do you?” Oh how wicked he was being. The only one that had heard whose heart was to be needed, was Katrina, who had now left the circle and was currently out of the game. “Besides…Lavinia here has offered you a chance at protection. She just banished the Prince herself. Could you possibly do something like that when the time comes?”

He took another step closer and leered.

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“Can you?” Shamus took out a wand and waved it, before winking at Tessa. “What would you do, dearie? Put the family first or save yourself?”

~RB~

The Witches Circle – Oridin’s Cottage : PD

Continuing from Helter Skelter, Oridin is notified of the dangerous event taking place in Witches Circle.  Will Esme and Oridin reach it in time?  (Fantasy RP)

 

Fu:

Oridin’s Cottage

Oridin Lexington:”’zzzzzzzzzzzzzz….. mm…… Huh ? ”

– The Male awoke to the sound of banging on the door of his cottage ; it would seem as if something was going on that was of major importance that even he a lowly mage apprentice would be called out . He rolled himself off of his bed and quickly went to put some clothing on , with the hoping that it wouldn’t take so long to do so without missing out on something that may happen in the instance between him waking up and him making it to the scene of importance. From the voice he’s heard and the thing’s he’s assuming by those words it would seem something did happen. The Blonde Male had nothing else to do but dart out of the door and follow Esme to where they had to go . When he had appeared to Esme Oridin was adorned in his standard mage gear ; holding onto his rapier adorned with a wand as it’s edge , odd in a sense but practical in the hands of a wizard.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” What’s going on ? ”

 

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Grey nearly cringed at the moment that he noticed he didn’t came here alone, not actually expecting Beel to be able to have some sort of connection that allowed him to follow them when he used his chaos control to get out of the throne room, so it was easy to expect, that he was taken by surprise when he saw that hand moving his way trying to grip him, moving out of the way as he could but only gaining because of this losing his hat and a few hairs that got caught in the powerful grip, something that caused him to growl as Beel as he positioned himself a bit back, glaring towards the Prince as it seemed like his gaze moved from him to the hat that he had left behind…and he did not looked amused nor scared, he wanted to rip his head off his shoulders

Give it back…give it back or else I will punch you in the soul and squeeze your damned heart!

Grey held very few valuable objects, that hat that may have seemed ridiculous was one of them because it worked well to distract people from the scars on his face, aswell as hide what seemed to be marks of stitches that ran across his forehead. The Frankenstein creature was well aware of it’s looks, and despite he mostly did not cared for them that hat held enough value for him to openly threaten a possible future client that way…with a threat that would seem empty until the moment he reached inside of his coat, noticing the new arrivals but also not caring for them at this very moment

And I hope you enjoyed it…because that’s the last thing I will make sure you taste unless you give me back my bloody hat

He may have not looked threatening towards Beel, given that he was an Archdemon and also a Prince of Hell why would he be in fear of a simple undead without soul, even if he weilded that energy? Even if he could hold himself in a fight, he did not seemed a threat at all towards him…at least perhaps…until the moment he took those golden knuckles out. Holy words and blessings were recieved by that golden metal long ago, before and after it was molded into what seemed to resemble a pair of brass knuckles that he had placed on as he got into stance, his eyes fixated on the giant demonic being before him as the very strange presence came from the knuckles. It was holy, pure…a thing that on contact would basicly give any creature of unholy origins a really bad time if it touched them…making it the more stranger why an souless being, an undead, had them with him

I’m going to show this guy…nobody interrupts me during works and threatens to make me lose money…and above all takes my hat! Who does he thinks he is!?

His anger and his focus on this object he held so dear made him lower his guard, not notice the lost soul that sought him out of everyone here as a vessel until it was too late. The next thing he knew was that a deep pain appeard on his chest, as if a needle made of ice went through his chest slowly and began moving inside of him. He felt invaded, and nearly for a moment lost before he just shook his head and focused back on Beel as he still remained with his hands up, as the holy knuckles glew with in the light from that place. But despite the appearance he putted up, he could notice something strange happend. For instance he could notice somebody else there, a figure of a female, one that he found odd not by looks but by the sensation caused within when his eyes settled on her, at least on the shape she took, only visible for a few selected ones from which he was part of. He was about to say something, to question it’s presence…but yet before he got into it something interrupted his thoughts and it was the conversation the onlookers had

Uh…

With his body somewhat sensitive from what had happend, and the annoyance from the fact Beel was not only making his job harder but also the fact that he might accidentally have snatched his hat…Mr. Wattson was not in the mood to hear them arguing among themselves while they left him to his fate against the empowered prince. But he tried to endure it…count to five as he tried to focus on Beel for a moment until finally he felt as if a vein was about to pop on his head. Unable to endure their conversations anymore, the undead roared at them, using all the power in his lungs and all his self control to not jump and them and make them silent himself

Shut up!! Unless you going to do something more constructive than to stand there like morons and talk among yourselves, then shut the hell up!

It was unwise to talk to a witch or a warlock like this, with such disrespect, but like all undeads much was taken from his life, enough for him not to care about those consequences as he focus turned over the possible hostile right now, as again he got himself on guard in case he tried to get close. He honestly didn’t knew if he would even be a match for him in his current state, even if a single touch from his knuckles would make Beel think about Grey’s ancestors when he was cursing his mother for giving birth to him, he was honestly unsure if he could hold himself in a fight against him right now, in Beels empowered state. But it was a fight that the Prince picked upon touching that accesory of his. Of course, an added difficulty would be battle with this magic users arguing among each other aswell as with that strange feeling dwelling within his chest. It was strange he knew…but he could swear that it was almost like if something was turned on inside, like if that candle that long ago died out inside of him suddenly was there again, a light not dying in the hands of death but being new, almost like if it did not belonged to him. It was almost like if again a soul was inside, but the possibility itself was ridiculous right? In the end he was an undead…for that to happend a…

Wait a…

He eyed the body quickly, paling in realization of what maybe just happend as he felt his stomach twisting in itself. It couldn’t have, he refused to believe it because the thought itself sickened him to no end…it had to be his imagination even if his mind told him otherwise. It was a mistake, an after effect from that thing he smoked in the last bar he was at…because there was no way it could have happend, right? Of course it couldn’t…because if it just happend…if that girl’s soul invaded his body he would be able to see her going through his own memories right?…wait, why was he taking that horrid possibility into account?! Yeah, it was horrid for him, in the end he did not wanted anyone to invade his privacy to such a deep level!…it was like having someone violating you on the most primordial level of your being…no, it couldn’t be, it surely was his imagination…or…was it?

Great googly moogly it’s all gone to shit…

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.
The air that passed by was not normal, it was filled with mystical influences, Beelzebub knew this not for fact. But from the difference in scent, wherever he had been transported to was certainly of a different nature from Hell. Knowing not a way to return he decided that a method was necessary to thrive here and return to face that purple-haired menace with Eren at his side. As of now though it would be difficult to do so, princess in his arms there was an arising need to identify the truer status of Sayaka. There was an unknown factor which had presented itself however, as the neurax worm felt the body leave unconsciousness and enter a comatose suddenly. As if there simply was no one left in the building, caught within a panic it had activated transcendence, but with no thoughts to possibly oppose it, the worm amassed total control of the body. It had enough time though run over 40% of it’s host’ brain, a method to survival, from the time it had planted itself within her mind it was learning more rapidly. Sending these thoughts to Beelzebub himself, alerting him to whatever made Sayaka an individual had left, The worm was hosting a body devoid of it’s own thought and thus could act on it’s own will, nevertheless it was now faced with a new problem.

The body it controlled, it’s last subconscious thoughts were of it’s own form potentially crumbling at the seems. For now it was merely sleeping, keeping it’s strength together to focus on staying alive. As it was matter once more, it could now succumb to weakness and die.. Pests filled the area around the two royals, probably friends of the boy who brought them all here.. That moment the Dark One and his group of women approached the prince, stating quickly that the body in Beelzebub’s arms was a snack. “Wrath, or Pride, it doesn’t matter..” He said lowly, in a grumble, because anyone could be snack to him. Beelzebub took pride in his victories, each one just brought him closer and closer to the belief that he was simply to be given everything he wanted. An enemy may overwhelm him temporarily, but just like Sayaka, they would inevitably meet their doom. He had dispatched of her quickly “She was done in less than 5 minutes..” 5 minutes from her assassination attempt the girl was finished, and she had not even been able to reveal her full power before he put her out. Too bad she was so thoughtless as to challenge the prince known for his hunger to an eating contest.

These conversation were in-between minutes, but provided the unconscious princess to regain itself, already the possessor had managed to read over 60% of it’s hosts memories. It had gained access to the hereditary Flames of Wrath, as well as knowledge of what the body was physically capable of.. Still it had not yet covered the means to enhancing the body even further, or the images within that gave the appearance of Sayaka in a different form.. Around the two was becoming uncomfortable, one woman had questioned the man he met back in Hell’s Kitchen with persistent questions and then accusations. Speaking as if it was the one called Shamus’ intention to lead the glutton prince into taking the Right Hand of Doom.. But wasn’t it his come-up to have gained an item with only having to kill another Prince as a stipulation?.. Beelzebub would just listen in, until the female had reached a finalized point of anger. Worry taking over her expression as the ground itself began to glow, it had been some time after since his own massive body made contact with the floor beneath. However this was not due to him, some outside force not spoken for just yet, he was clueless towards it’s origin. Without clear understanding of how he had even gotten here, he acknowledged this time here as what it was to be in a bad position..

Even with that though, “She and I were brought here without a word, where’s our ride outta here?” He asked the Dark One. Perhaps he could offer some guidance in this peril… Still in it’s rather mangled state, the creature shouted for the being it had always been a part of:. “Beelzebub, I need you!” With majority of it’s physical energy wiped, as well as it’s own new-found reserves of power gone, it’s form would rapidly deteriorate quickly now. When Beelzebub questioned it telepathically, it stated that it was going to die soon without the power that the body was accustomed to always holding. To which the prince allowed his aura to return, expelling all of the Flames of Wrath within his body, finally ridding of the burning feeling inside of him. Meanwhile, the worm within would find the means to preserving Sayaka’s body, absorbing all that it’s controller dished out. A process which took a full minute Her presence would seemingly return then, awoken from death, spreading it’s eyes wide as the worm barely felt the dryness of eyeballs. Had not even felt it directly, but through it’s impregnation of the brain could identify when any specific nerve was being affected by an outside presence.

This was how it could feel the body succumbing to an implosion or explosion, as well as how it knew that it was alone now.. Typically the creature was incapable of emotions, but had been introduced to a flood of all that an individual was capable of. Result being a deeply conflicted being, one that only knew of it’s time safe within Beelzebub and the abilities of it’s new host, so as it’s eyes opened, the creature threw itself at the glutton prince. Ignoring the voices around it which called out the name of it’s host to lock lips with Beel. In a make-out session, before the body reacted on it’s own, towards a familiar voice calling on it. This became the moment where the creature allowed itself to merge with what it was Sayaka, and adopt her unto itself… Herself. “You are…” Locking eyes with the dashingly dressed female. “Kat.” Spoke the indoctrinated Princess of Wrath.. Now it would appear that the other male was finally prepared to fight back, Beelzebub had a hat in his palm, which seemed to irk the intruder even more than what he said prior.. Instead of bickering with him though, he would simply show him up in return for the invasion on his castle. “I want to go home.” Therein absorbing Sayaka’s body whole, with no opposition from the awakened body she was gone in seconds. The resulting mass would be the first example of a powerhouse, full combination of two princes…

Beelzebub stared down at the boy, his eyes flaming with wrath, a glowing red aura to mark assimilation over his upper-half. What he felt burning within before was now gone, a result of now having the entirety of the princess within him except for her soul. The gluttonous prince did not make a single move, merely staring the other male down. “You will take me back, or you will be eaten.” A promise if he ever made one, incurred anger could have left him snarling, but he wanted to make a point. Frolicking with these losers was the last thing on his schedule of conquering.

Kiri:
The Witches Circle.
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Sayaka was slowly becoming better at taking on a form for herself for Grey to see, however, she couldn’t do much about the fact that Kat couldn’t do much more than sense her, with her soul now attached to the man she had to find a way to actually get them out of his alive; Beel wouldn’t allow the man to survive even if he did take him back and she knew it, but what could they do? Whatever the man held on his knuckles was definitely eerie, and in her spiritual form the blessed metal still made her shiver at the sight of it, Beel couldn’t absorb something of holy origin without it poisoning and killing him, that was a fool’s decision; the mere touch of that blessed metal would be enough to poison and heavily damage him, he was a demon. Sayaka had already finished taking on a definitive form that Grey could see, but only Grey as Kat was reduced to sensing her as a feline, and with this definitive form Sayaka was gaining an idea.

The air suddenly began to drop in temperature as Sayaka watched Beel take over her body, though that body would never be hers again, and that meant that the Flame of Wrath would be destroyed now that she had been separated from her body in such a manner, it would have been devoured by the chaotic energies and therefore all sources destroyed forever. Sayaka had originally intended to use that flame to find the one who had set the curse upon their family, but this too would have to work out as she had no other alternative, with her anger at Beel doing such a thing to her precious feline servant the air was becoming dangerously cold; everyone would have found their breath to be releasing bursts of steam instead of not, proof that the air was becoming far more on the chilly side of things.

“I don’t know who you are… but I know this didn’t go according to plan, don’t follow his orders! I have a plan!”

Sayaka said this to Grey urgently before he could make a rash decision, and next was sprinting, or rather floating, straight for Kat at the fastest she could move currently until she got used to this; though this wasn’t very fast, and it would have seemed to Grey that she was taking her time. She could hear his thoughts and hadn’t yet realized that she was able to actually read his thoughts and memories and know everything about him, a fact she would learn at a different time as she finally stopped near Kat. Kat would have felt a small wind running just barely over her hair, a whisper in her ear as Sayaka spoke to her, grateful with everything that she was now that her lovely, cheeky little servant was a feline.

“Katrina… Kat… I ended up latching onto the man who brought Beelzebub and I here, however, as you know Beelzebub isn’t happy. I need you to get the other witches here, if that is what they are indeed from what I can tell, to handle Beel so that you, my savior and I can find a necromancer… I need a new body if we are to still hunt down the source of the curse. Please… Kat.”

Razorbackwriter:The Witches Circle.

The wind suddenly rose sharply with excited chatter spreading throughout the vast area that surrounds the Witches circle. None were prepared for the show that was before them, least of all the Dark One, who was actually enjoying what he was seeing. Lavinia was right – everything was off kilter and Shamus couldn’t have been more pleased with this. Its affects like sickening tentacles were even finding their way to the Circle and this was causing upset with those that could not be seen. The ancestors. The whispers were growing louder as the wind picked up. The clouds above rolled over, with the white starting to mix in with the grey and some even turning to black. Cracks of lightning rocketed between the oncoming storm clouds, followed by the rumble and roar of thunder claps. All the witches and warlocks were standing just outside the circle, which itself was now glowing as if the earth was ready to release something that had been held within it’s belly for centuries. The only one that had ventured in was Katrina. Drawn forward by the sight of the body of Sayaka who was at that time being held by Prince of Gluttony. Beyond the circle, the Dark one and Lavinia had been engaged in a bitter argument, but it was now clear to all that the fact that Beel’s presence was not only causing further imbalance, it meant that valuable time was being wasted.

None of this however seemed to matter to Katrina. Her focus was on the body that Beel held, and what it did next left her shell shocked. The cat witch was almost certain that she felt Sayaka’s soul, yet the body…the remaining part of the Princess of Wrath was now awakening. How could that possibly be? And her behavior? To kiss the great lump of a Prince was enough to make bile rise up into the cat’s mouth. Katrina gagged a little, turning her head away and placing a hand up to her mouth as though to stop herself being sick. She only turned back when she heard a voice that came from the body.

“You…are Kat.”

Of course she was bloody Kat. The white of Katrina’s eyes showing and a look of horror on her face. Her head raising slightly as the woman sounded nothing like herself. Where was the fire? Where was her spirit? It was almost as though someone had stuck their fucking hand up her arse and was puppeting her to act and speak. A nasty cat like growl emerged from Kat’s throat, as her tail whipped around behind her. Ears that were usually standing tall were flat against her golden hair. This did not go unnoticed by Lavinia, who had now turned her attention on the spectacle being played out before her. The Witches circle was a place of spiritual significance to the witches and warlocks alike. The disturbance was now engaging forces that none could have anticipated.

The Dark one then started to chant….

~Tick tock tick tock tick tock goes the clock~

It was almost like he was trying to bait the Elder witch, while at the same time reminding the Prince of Gluttony that he was on a quest, and every minute he spent in the Circle, was a lost minute to his search for the heart. A mischievous grin was now spreading on his face as the very air was now ripe with so many voices, and one thing that Shamus was counting on, was playing out right before him.

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The rock that made up the formation of the Witches circle started to rumble, like another earthquake and greater than the force with which Beel’s impact had made. It was enough to have Katrina spin around and see that Lavinia was going into some sort of hypnotic like trance. Her whole body was shuddering and then she took one step into the circle.

“Meow?” Kat had never seen Lavinia like this before. Black shadow forms rocketed out of the circle and then tore into Lavinia’s body – each one hitting her causing her to jolt as though being struck by a force again and again till it settled and the wind suddenly stopped. Lavinia’s eyes were the blackest of black, and you could see the power charging throughout her body. A sickening greenish glow that rose especially from her hands. In behind, the Dark one took two steps back. Oh this was going to be bad. She aimed a hand at Kat, her claws now drawing in as though to catch something, and Kat squeaked loudly as she was picked up by a green beam of light and thrown far out of the circle where she hit a tree and slid down into the brush. Lavinia started to walk through the circle and then her right hand did the same action, only towards Grey, who again she used the force that was the harnessing of the ancestors to snatch and throw the man out the opposite way of the circle. The ancestors wanted them out of the circle. Gone from the site of their most sacred ground.

At last she turned her attention on the one known as Beel. The Prince of Gluttony. When Lavinia opened her mouth, it was not just her voice, but layers of many that spoke through her.

“Begone to the pits of hell, foul creature….LORD OF GLUTTONY!” She had made her mark and each and every witch and warlock, EVEN the Dark one who was trying to resist the strength of Lavinia’s pull on their signature power, was now channeling into her. Like a beacon. A chorus of chants rose up as in the bushes Katrina popped her head up to see that Lavinia was performing a banishment, the reverse of a summons. A large portal appeared behind the Prince that was made especially for him. On the other side was the Kingdom of Gluttony.

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“GO!” Lavinia screamed, engaging the portal’s magic to suck Beel from the circle…..never to return.

The Prince wanted to go home, and she had just provided him with a one way ticket.

Katrina’s head peeked up again, and then she got up onto her feet wobbly. She was unsteady both because of the knock to the head, but also the fact that Lavinia was channeling so much power. It was insane. No one should ever perform such a feat. At that moment Esme ran up to the area where all the witches and warlocks were standing, shaking and their arms stretched out for Lavinia. She had total control, and Esme had reached the site after the banishment had been performed.

“Aunty?” Esme was shocked to see what was happening. “Aunty please?” She cried out only to see the enraged and possessed witch turn around to face her. “Oh fuck….” Esme whispered. Oridin may have caught up by now, and seen the results of the Prince of Gluttony’s impromptu visit. “She’s harnessed the spirits of the ancients.” This…was bad. Very…very bad. Even the Dark one, with all his evil skills and power was no match for her.

Lavinia had been awakened from centuries of slumber. The dark had risen.

With Esme getting Lavinia’s full attention, Katrina skittered along the outer boundary till she found Grey, who had also felt the power of Lavinia’s wrath. She crouched down and whispered.

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“I heard her. I know what to do. Hold my hand.” She reached out for Grey to take it, and if he did the two would blast out from the witches circle grounds bound for a new adventure. ~RB~ 

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship : Shattered Dimensions.

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~
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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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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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The Ship’s Bridge

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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* ”

Guess who is coming to dinner – Part Five – The Greed Kingdom : PD

Guess who is coming to dinner – Part Five – The Greed Kingdom : PD

 

Dessy:  They all seemed to come to an agreement that Tessa and her brothers were indeed going home. That was good – Mariela didn’t have to force them. It made things easier. Sean and Sam chatted, and when Mariela looked to Tessa, she noticed Alice was being nosy and asking a bunch of questions. She eventually turned back to her brothers, joining in their covnersation, as well as Tessa whenever she could get a word in. Otherwise, whenever Alice stopped talking.

She never noticed Scar staring, but she had eventually pulled her hand away from his when the food came so she could eat. She ate the food placed in front of them, talking and occassionally laughing, smiling the entire time. It was nice to talk with them again after so long. Really nice, in fact.

She stopped talking whenever the raven landed in front of her, before laughing at Scar’s comment. The others didn’t notice the raven. She reached over, gently pulling the letter from the raven and watched it fly off. She then opened it, her eyes scanning the letter.

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“Scar, what time is it?” She then asked, her eyes still scanning the letter. “I – as well as you and the others – have to be at the Witch Circle at eight. Apparently it’s very important, and someone by the name Lavinia Ramoska summoned me. Apparently, she has always been… watching me?” she said, confusion on her face as she turned and handed the letter to Scar for him to read. Alice was going to stay here, under very careful watch by the guards. Mariela knew that much. Now, Mariela just needed to know what time it currently was, and where the Witch’s Circle was located.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

After flailing his arms at the raven that had now flown away, Scar looked back at the Princess, who was reading the contents of the note that had been delivered by the cheeky raven. The Princess inquired as to what the time was currently. Looking back at the large grandfather clock in the hall, Scar said. “After three, why?” Naturally he was curious as to why it was so important to know what time it was. It had everything to do with the letter she was holding. Only it wasn’t a letter. More like an invitation or summons.

According to the letter, Mariela as well as her family and Scar have been asked to join the Witches Circle at eight o’clock. The Witches circle? Why was it that Scar had not heard of this before? Not even when Lydia was in charge of things, did he know of the other witches in the realms. He assumed, and wrongly that Mariela was the only one.

The more she read, the more worried that Scar became. Some mysterious Elder witch called Lavinia Ramoska had written the invitation, and to add to the mystery of it all, the letter claimed that she had been watching the Princess for some time. The whole thing sounded really creepy.

“You can’t be serious and actually want to go and see some witchy tart that has a fetish for watching young girls do you?” Yes, Scar was totally out of sorts with the idea. He looked at Tessa and Scar along with Sean for back up.

“You three gotta admit that this sounds fishy. Any of you know this…..Lavinia person?” He was looking for support as the last thing he wanted was to see Mariela put in harms way.

Scar could see the confusion and conflict written all over Mariela’s face and he wanted to put her mind at ease. But just as he was putting his case forward, a map appeared magically on the back of the letter – pinpointing the exact location of the Witches Circle. That alone made Scar’s skin crawl.

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“Oh my god….is she watching us right now?” Scar looked around and then even popped his head under the table.

“Stop watching us, you pervy cow!”

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  “After three. So we still have time then.” Mariela said, looking at Scar. Scar seemed worried, which would make sense. After everything else that’s happened, it made sense to be worried about this sudden invitation out of nowhere.

“You can’t be serious and actually want to go and see some witchy tart that has a fetish for watching young girls do you?”

Scar spoke, and Mariela turned to him. “Scar! I think you’re blowing this out of proportion.” she spoke. “Nope. Never heard of her.” Tessa spoke, looking over to Sam and Sean, and the boys shook their heads. Mariela thought about it before shrugging. “I think it’s worth a shot.” she said, looking at Scar. “Everything will be fine.”

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When she handed Scar the letter, she saw the map appear. She gently took it back from Scar, flipping it over and looking at the map. “We’re going.” Mariela said with a nod. “Finish up here, then we can all go back to our rooms to get ready. We have quite a few hours, so we can also get our guest…” she looked at Alice. “… settled in.” she spoke, before looking at the others. “Sound good?” she said, and the trio across from her nodded.

She then reached over and hit Scar on the shoulder. “Stop it!’ Mariela scolded. “I don’t think she’s watchng us. And if she is, let’s not call her name’s. We don’t know this person or how well we can trust her.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

It wasn’t surprising that Scar had trust issues when it came to strange magical women. He didn’t know this Lavinia from a piece of toast, and yet they were being invited to some Witches Circle. The invitation itself bore magic as it showed the way with a map that appeared on the back after Mariela had wondered where it was. That alone suggested that the sender had a great deal of magical know how. The new Princess believed that Scar was blowing the whole thing out of proportion, and was sure that everything would be fine. Where this sudden certainty came from, the alp didn’t know but he wasn’t fully in agreeance with the young witch on this. Scar huffed a little, whilst pushing himself back in his chair. Mariela deciding that they were going and would leave after getting ready. There was the matter of settling in the guest as well. Knowing full well what Alice was like, Scar jumped up after be scolded by Mariela for calling the unknown witch names.

“I’ll take Alice upstairs and deal with her while you all get ready for this…..circle thing.” He didn’t have a pleasant look on his face, but you could see he was determined to get the young Alice out of the way. For now at least.

The young girl in blue was eating a muffin when she was yanked from the chair she sat in and dragged out of the room at speed by the wily alp. She protested that he was being a bit rough, but it fell on deaf ears till they were well out of ear shot. Alice turned and stomped her foot indignantly at the treatment she received.

“What ever is the matter, Hatter? I barely had something to eat. No cup of tea or treat”

Alice was speaking and rhyming her words with a nasty scowl on her face. It was well known that the young girl had a temper, especially when it came to food, and not getting enough of it.

“I think the Princess is making a HUGE mistake. I don’t trust witches.”

“But….she’s a witch.”

“Yes…but she is not like that. She’s a good witch. What is to say that this lot in that circle aren’t a bunch of child eating old crones? Hmm? Hell bent on gobbling up the life essence of someone….like you for example.” He gestured with his gloved hands at Alice in such a way that even Alice got a fright. “Oooo then I don’t want to go!” It was enough to frighten the poor girl, who could see Scar’s point. Scar patted her shoulder and started to lead her up to a guest room. “Right, then you stay here and don’t get into mischief. No shenanigans. No going where you don’t belong.” He reinforced. Stopping at the door of one of the available guest rooms, he opened it and allowed her inside. “Don’t leave here till we get back, okay?”

‘Yes, Hatter. I get to play Princess trapped in a tower for a day!” Alice wanted to turn this into a game, and kissed the Alp on the cheek before going inside. “Don’t forget to rescue me!”

Scar closed the door as the young girl giggled and talked to herself. That was Alice out of the way for now. But he had more pressing matters, like taking the Princess to these witches. Why did it feel like he was about to hand his love over to the Witches on a silver platter?

“Oh I have a bad feeling about this.”

The Alp then marched off to get ready.

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~RB~

 

Dessy:  It was silent as they headed back to Greed castle – with good reason, most likely. Mariela wasn’t sure what was to happen now after the events at the Witches Circle. Considering she just threatened everyone there, as well as the other kingdoms, it probably wasn’t a good thing. But Mariela was prepared for anything they intend to throw her way. She turned her head to look behind her, seeing Tessa and her brothers following behind. She gave a smile, before turning to look at Scar.

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“Well. Looks like I have made a few enemies…” She spoke, clenching her teeth together and making a bit of a face.“Threatening them probably wasn’t such a great idea. Might have been a mistake, actually.” she said, coming to this realization. “But I guess all royals have to have a few enemies, right?” she then said with a shrug. She gave another smile, before looking forward as they climbed up the steps to the Greed castle, giving a nod to the guards.

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She walked into the castle, the door shutting behind them as she turned to look at everyone else. “Now, I suppose the first thing we should do is check on Alice.” she said, moving her hands up to untie the cloak from her neck. “I don’t know the girl, and being how she came from the mysterious place behind the mirror, I don’t much how much she can be trusted.” she said, now taking the cloak and draping it over her arm. “I know she’s a friend of yours, Scar, and you know more about her then I do. I just… don’t quite know what to think of her yet.” she said, looking at Scar.

She then turned her head to look at Tessa and her brothers. “Second thing is to get you three home.” she said, moving her eyes between the three. “You three have been here long enough, and I don’t want you guys to still be here should anything major happen. So we need to figure out a way to get you three home.” she then said, looking back at Scar. He should have a way, right? She certainly hoped so… “Now. Let’s go find Alice. And hope she didn’t get into any trouble…”she said, turning back around to start walking forward again.

 

New chapter begins next –  The Witches Circle.

 

 

 

 

Hellgate Prison – Shattered Dimensions.

Hellgate Prison  (Adventure Quest)

 

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HellGate’s Theme

Criminals rioting . Villains scheming. The era of peace is slowly ending , are you ready to face Humanity’s demons as they do their best to break free of their confines and once more plague the earth ?

The tower is crowded with the world’s dangerous criminals and is governed by a ever changing realm distortion machine which makes it much larger then what it seems from the outside and due to it there are more ”floors” then it can be assumed. How would one truly find all of the Criminals ? Who knows but allow these Criminals to welcome you to hell.

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– Fighting had gone on for quite awhile , the escaped criminals and those who wished to push them back into their cells. It would seem as if the Criminals held the upper hand and didn’t wield the strength necessary to do their jobs right . It seemed as if this attack was coordinated for quite some time, or possibly the effect of someone strong passing by but due to the fact there was a gaping hole which was not too big nor too little located on the side of the building revealed that it was most likely orchestrated by someone . The hole released large amounts of dark fog……. Who could it have been ? Some people would be able to guess at this point who it could’ve been when they gotten there , but moving on to another area ; a horizontally expansive corridor had shown various criminals and guards clashing with their wills and their anger towards one another ; throwing one another off the railings and plummeting to their doom. But from the highest peak of the chamber a man would plummet straight down and land swiftly on his feet, his aura and presence altogether was clouded in mystery ; as he himself would not show anything but the guise of a Businessman. Because in a sense…………. He was here for just that. Business. –

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”This Period shall soon come to an end , Guards have grown pale in skill and too lax to even put up a decent fight. Why…. do they even try to struggle against impending defeat ? I wonder if there are any true lights in this dark sky who’ll try ? My oh my , maybe it is just a lie. Nonetheless it’s time to finish what I’ve started here..”

– He was wrecking the place , clearly to allow the criminals out but was that his true objective ? Who knew . But this person had to be stopped, otherwise he’ll cause more trouble . But who had the power to put him down ? That was a question that can be pondered for quite some time. But it didn’t stop the fact he could be considered the First Wave of Evil to descend upon this land. –

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Prison Cell Block 2

– Located in a Sandy Region themed Cell block , a certain individual plowed through other people like him who were entrapped and others whose been utterly butchered . Their remains were nothing more then organic jello splattered across the ground –

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Yama :” Looks like we’ve been freed Jule. Lets go see the WORLD ! ”

– With that they began to walk in this lengthy desert , hoping to find out where it was they should head next –

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Cell Block 3

– Located in a Dark and Murky Dungeon themed setting , this block held the naturally disgusting humans of society who did nothing more then just murder people . As it has been assumed, these people are purely human but with the morals of a demon. Two red haired people were the most significant here , one of them walked out of the cell block and smiled all around ; noticing the small numbers of criminals as it’s shown that they’ve been eliminated for the most part. The male took a few steps to the center of the room only to find a long scimitar to be thrown at him from the sky ; a purple haired male who would soon dissappear just as fast.-

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Garudo Lirui : ” Big Brother , when are you going to leave your Cell block ? ”

– The Cell block in which he spoken into had revealed nothing but utter silence , but there was a large amount of bloodpooling out of the darkened cell as beaming eyes could be seen shining out from it.

? ? ? Lirui : ” It’s just not as satisfying. Weak blood is not worth the trouble of spilling..”

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Cell Block 4

– In another Cell block which was fashioned after a valley-like landscape , it seemed to have been littered with bodies as well ; something that could be inferred as the fact there had to be one Majorly power person dwelling here . Who could it have been ? –

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???”…………………..”

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Cell Block 5

– This room had seemed to have been a moderately normal area ; devoid of all life but one . But what was the cause ? It seemed to have been odd considering the area in which it was located, it appeared to be a school building meant for younger minds. Most likely people who were messed up in the head. But clearly there was one who was so ………. different. –

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??? ” [ I AM STILL HERE ] ”

Overall Objective : Stop the Prisoners from Escaping even if it warrants possible death !

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– After a hour or two had passed , they had found themselves at the shore of Hellgate Island. So quiet , but yet anyone with insight could sense the looming evil that came within the prison. Something was going on , something major. Some of the travelers began to cower in hesitance as they begin to doubt their own bravery as well as their fighting power , their tails began to shrink in between their legs to display their sudden cowardice. Some people however did not think the same , they would immediately spring into action from the looks of it. One of the Travelers walked closer to the bridge before it began to lower before speaking in a echoed tone. It was the weird male in a white mechanical suit. –

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? ? ? : ” What is everyone waiting for ? It’s time to show your valor. ”

– The male would leap off the side of the boat and descended before he pressed his feet against the side of the boat and pressed offwards , his body would be sent flying towards the prison entrance as he eventually landed upon the land and began to run towards the entrance. After that from the lower end of the deck another person ended up leaping into the water and being hidden from view, no one would be able to see this person swim . Who would be next to leave ? This Prison is the location in which all the worlds evil has been locked up . Who was truly ready to leap into hell and come out with battle-scars telling of their battle against the corrupted ? Shuzen would slowly lower the bridge with his crew before he himself turned over to give one last message to them before it was time to leave. He did get serious all of a sudden and within his left arm a trident appeared and within the other a orb of pure water appeared , swirling from the transition of gas into liquid . –

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Shuzen :” You all better return alive to vote for me . Got it ? ”Seig:

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Red was shadow boxing this whole time, unaffected by the Kitsune that snapped at him and now a bit more cooled down due to his time training in a more secluded part of the ship carrying them…but soon enough the time came…he could feel that energy, that darkness coming from the place they were headed to. He could listen to them, cries of the dead that seemed to pierce his soul with grief…by this point the rabbit went back towards the rest of the group and could only place a hand upon his chest, looking down in respect for those who feel…for those whose voices he could clearly hear

Many have fallen there already…their voices are afraid…the monsters who hurt them are still there

Rabbots might have had steel at one time burned on their flesh, but their connection to the spirits, their sense of justice…no matter the generation, no matter their differences, all of them carried that within them, that spark of heroism. Red opened his eyes, glaring towards the distance as he could notice the fear of many still strong within their soul while he was pulling Bolt on it’s board form from his back. The time has came…and strangely enough despite the clear fear Red felt he also felt courage burning within his very soul. The Death deserved peace, the living hope of survival…and the evil in this prision to go back into the shadows where they came from. He turned to them, towards the weaker, the most scared, speaking out loud almost in a commanding tone

This battle might be hard…and many of us are afraid of what we will find, but make no mistake about something…they will be merciless, and what they did here they will attempt to do on the world, our world…so I say we stop them here, dead on their tracks…and if we lose…then…I say we drag them along with us!

The bunnie did not awaited nor for confirmation from them, he did not wanted to now if his little speech even worked…he knew that surely it did not had the desired effect, but it did not minded, he was going to fight anyways. So he just began running, using all the force contained on his legs to jump up in the air as he took the board that began shifting into a different form. He climbed into Bolt in mid air, turning it on, feeling the engine purring as the energy from the crystal inside caused it to shoot like a speeding bullet, leaving only a red and white blur behind. Jaune knew that leaping into the battle like this was being careless…but he also knew that they had no time to lose…they needed to pick targets, they needed to stop this, and he planned to clean the road the better he could for the others

Hopefully that idiots make it back alive…

The wall was getting close, Hellgate’s shadow was over Red right now as he silently felt the energies around. They were varied, from the lowest to the highest…in a way this made the bunnie relax as he felt like even the weakest of the reinforcements would be able to fight here. Still there was a few powers the frightened him…one in particular. He could hear the voices…again invading his head as they tried to guide him towards this person…towards the location of the massacre it caused

So Cell Block 4 uh?…well…might be worth checking out…

The bunnie decided for once in his life to follow the guidance of the spirits, given that they were so noisy maybe they could for a change be helpful and might be silent if he fulfilled their wishes. And even if they disaproved the use of Bolt with all their might, it was going to be the means he would use to infiltrate the prison…well that and his fist. All he expected now was that he was strong enough to face this upcoming threat…that he had the strength. It was funny that at a moment like this his father’s words, his years of training…all of that came to his mind as a bitter reminder of how he maybe would be not be capable. Yet he shook his head, no time for doubt now…this people needed him, if he could take down this threat himself and nobody got hurt, it all would be worth it

No doubts, no questions…go in, knock the door…and beat that bastard into submission!

He mentally cheered himself as he felt his aura slowly built up and grow as he began picking up the speed, no way in hell he was going to allow anyone to beat him to his destination, not that kitsune, not that armored weirdo…not anyone. He was gonna fight, he was gonna win, he was gonna get paid…and if he survived this he swore on his ancestors grave that he would drink vodka and invite that cute girl he saw on the boat for a date!…well…maybe not so sure about the last one but still…

Kiri:

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The ride from the boat had ended up being . . . rather eventful indeed. Even after having went off on the rabbit-idiot, Kasumi had been a furball of anger for a few minutes thanks to Grant, whom had really gotten on her nerves. Bringing back the allusion of the book, Of Mice and Men, into her head while considering her relationship with Grant as just like that of George and Lennie. She just hoped it didn’t end the same way as it had in the book, boy oh boy would she be both sad and pissed. Especially after everything that had happened. As Kasumi left the ship, she had a rather . . . flushed face, but it was clear that she was still lucid despite the slight buzz in her system. If people had thought that she was going to be going through that voyage without ever drinking they were crazy; except, she had taken a drink of the strongest damnable alcohol on the boat and was a lightweight. God at least she didn’t get hammered, a drunk Kitsune was everyone’s problem.

Kasumi had a serious look on her face finally, dealing with Grant had made her want to get drunk, but there was no telling how that might have turned out from that; after all, it’s not like she has the best cognitive thought to really do anything while drunk, even if all that would be burned out of her system soon enough. Kind of literally speaking at that. With a small look at the rabbit, who seemed that he wanted to play leader, she simply let out a sigh and focused on suppressing her true form and her power at the same time. Man did the buzz make it harder, but that was okay. She was currently too busy with that to notice the aura of her brother behind her, and not far away either, but she didn’t and it was a good thing too; she didn’t need the distractions. She noticed that the male with the watch looked ready as well, huh. At least a few of the people around here weren’t going to be scared the entire time.


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The male with bright scarlet hair had a serious look on his face and within his eyes, for one of the few times that he would whenever you saw him. Typically he had a nice, kind look in his visage that set everyone at ease and helped him negotiate. Though that didn’t always work, but of course the male had always given himself a back-up plan in case of that situation; he’d be a fool not to in all honesty. The male was quiet for a reason, and that reason was the very fact that he was looked up at the prison with a analytic gaze so that he could understand the situation. Well, he would have been had he not seen some male begin to rush on ahead – which is when his form blinked just in front of the male and his bike after a small spark around his feet. Normally, people would have to be worried about something that fast moving towards them at such a high speed, but for this male . . . well it wasn’t much of a deal. His arm snapped out at the last second, grasping the nose of the vehicle when he did and stopping it in its tracks without warning, the force of his hand versus the bike was enough to make anyone’s jaw drop; but this male was dominantly speed and strength based in terms of fighting style. But the best part? His hand wasn’t the only thing at work here, at the moment he was holding it off with his hand yes, but there was a powerful electromagnetic current being emitted from the magic circle on his palm; a lightning based spell which was designed to emit an electromagnetic current that pushed metals away instead of simply attracting. Unlike a normal electromagnetic current however, this one didn’t affect magnetic metals only. The magic circle emitting this was a bright crimson, with a rose insignia in the middle of the circle. The male had his sword drawn, but it wasn’t meant as a threat, if anything it looked more like he was trying to get the male to stop a moment before charging in brashly.

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“Now now, let’s not be hasty. You don’t know what’s in there, and neither do we; fate rewards the courageous and patient, not just the courageous. Introductions must be in order at this point though; my name is Mamoru Gremory, next head of the Gremory Clan and bearer of the Sacred Gear Ragnarok, at your service.”


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Devon wasn’t far behind Kasumi actually, and Eru was right beside him. Devon was tapping his hand against his coat pocket at a rapid rate, causing the letter within to continuously rustle while also tapping his food in a fit of nervous energy stemming from his ADHD. God, when will we be able to get this damnable thing over with? He’d watched the events on the boat unfold from a corner himself, not wanting to involve himself in such things just because he was already uncomfortable enough with being in such a crowd in the first place. No, instead he simply stayed in a corner and relaxed with Eru not far off; in fact even when other women tried to approach him he hadn’t even looked up, he just . . . sat there and looked down with his eyes closed. Devon was a strange one, yes he was indeed, but that was fine also. It helped him stay objective in situations, but also got him into trouble. Honestly it was a surprise in itself.

Razorbackwriter:

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April 11, 2015 02:27PM
Hellgate Prison

Yes, there were many armed for battle…many that were afraid, some that were pissed off, and others who could have done without the type of antics that Grant displayed. But….did that stop our plucky comic con conventionalist from enjoying his beer?

NOPE.

Coming down the ship plank, Grant was now singing, yes…he was singing. More pickled than a barrel of gerkins, he was hiccuping and saluting the ships officers and crew as he swaggered along. That silly hat still firmly in place. Sure, he never got to use the M&M condoms, but he had a bloody good time. Even with the angry energizer bunny. Kasumi? Well, she was always acting like she was on her period anyways. So what was new with that? One man who for the life of Grant couldn’t understand yelled out

? ? ? : ” What is everyone waiting for ? It’s time to show your valor. ”

“Huz…hic..zah!” Grant waved his hand feebily, as the rest of the passengers all looked at him as though he was mad.

“Siiiiiit right back and you’ll hear a tale…a tale of a fateful ship, that started from a tropic port aboard a tiny ship…HIC!”He was singing along to the theme from Gilligan’s island as all around him many quaked in fear of the dark whispers and howls coming from the prison. If you were sober, you were scared….if you were drunk on the other hand like Grant, it was hard not to find the whole thing funny.

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“This is sooooo like Mystery Island. Where’s Scooby and the Mystery gang? Hic?” He’d been watching way too much television on his Saturday mornings that was for sure.

When Shuzen got all serious and held out his blue shining orb of what was thought to be powers and said Shuzen :” You all better return alive to vote for me . Got it ? ” Grant snorted and pawed at the guy. “Neeverrrr got your campaign….but but button.”

As he toddled up the beach he was humming “Staying alive” and doing disco dance moves.

How on earth was Grant going to be able to sober up before he entered the prison? Would his mask help with that?

Either way, folks….it was going to be entertaining.

~RB~
Fu:
Location Guidance Post
Posting Order is not needed as in this scenario it is first come first serve to their respective destinations and works as a real scenario would and ultimately the posts won’t affect one another too much as it would change anything unless of course said character is with another then they both should at least stick together if it is planned to be so.

– Depending on whether or not the people have gotten to the main entrance , once inside they would come to find themselves in a long ominous hallway leading to a room with five different hallways , leading to other places. To their knowledge the high tech usage for this prison was groundbreaking , creating alternate blocks to house criminals with differing realities/realms to torture these people accordingly and such but knowing that there has been damage to this place ; who knew were the assailants were and how much chaos has been started ? It was easy to tell that this required various people to help hold back the situation unfolding. A few idiots however would spread themselves outwards and run in the various blocks and inevitably ….. their deaths . Right next to the Fifth path a pile of eroded bricks and metallic shards covered a un-noticeable hole in the wall. –

The First Path is filled with Countless Fighting

The Second reeks of sand

The Third has the bold stench of blood

The Fourth felt empty…..

The Fifth held a odd euphoria.

A Sixth Sensation could be felt. But it was the most Ominous of all. Something truly twisted laid there. But where?

Razorbackwriter:
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Grant was slow at first to remove the beer holder hat off his head. What was it about this long corridor that just felt…off. Swinging his backpack off around from his shoulder, he unzipped it and then placed his beer hat inside safely. Still drunk from the cruise, he then took out an 80’s walkman and snapped it to his belt. With an old mix tape inside that he had picked up at some flea market stall, he was ready for anything. It was not like he thought it was the right time to put on the mask, not yet. But music, man. That was what soothed the savage beast. Grant placed the headphones around his neck with the thin cord winding its way down to the walkman on his belt.

The others in the party may well think that not only was Grant mad, he was probably a liability on this quest. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Kasumi had decided to stick with him regardless. Few others would know about what Grant had done before joining the cruise, or of his powers thanks to the Shattered item. With a lopsided smile, Grant looked back at his furry friend.

“It’s like a game show. Five different paths….five different doorways. So…gotta pick.”

He then held up his hand as the other one fitted the head set and he pressed play.

“Einnneeee meanieeee minieeee MO!”

Grant pointed to the first one, and then with a spring in his step, he started to skip down the first one. Danger awaited…and Grant was oblivious to it.

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Picking up a rat off the ground, he broke its neck before using the dead creature as a microphone, dancing along as he sang with the track on his walkman.

The Dark Wood : PD

The Dark Wood.

 

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A place to hunt..
A place to roam..
A place that is far from home..
Razorbackwriter:
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With Valmont and Nicholas safely aboard the black coach, the driver snapped hard at the reigns and the four onyx coloured horses took off down the driveway of the Embassy at speed. The race was now on, with Zachary having chosen to use his own method in hunting down the mother and unborn child. As for Madame Green it was unclear as to where she would go first, though as an oracle it was pretty clear that she would be using her divine powers in which to track her. The Ambassador can be regarded more as the type of demon that is a bit old school in his way of doing things. A coach ride through the dark wood might help them gain a quick way to locating Bandit. The roads of Hell all lead through it and it is possible that she left behind a trail. All he knew was instinct, nothing more.Easing back now in the plush leather interior of the carriage, Valmont calmed from the angered call to find the girl. Strange how it was when he was alone in Nicholas’s company. The two men shared a friendship that was unique in a way. It was more than just employer and employee. Nicholas was by far Valmont’s most trusted, and he often told the young blonde man things that he kept hidden from others. It was like Nicholas was the great keeper of secrets, but the best secret of all was the one that Valmont didn’t know.The coach raced down the winding roads through the fields as it came to the start of the dark wood. Very tall oaks that were at the fringes had deep green leaves, but as you looked into the hollow that was at the start, it was like they grew darker and more ominous as they ventured through. The thundering of hooves met with the sound of rocks flying up beneath the cabin floor. The driver like a madman, urging the team of horses onward as though he himself was possessed by the devil. The carriage shook and vibrated so hard that Valmont had to reach for the handle grip just above his window. Being jostled around so violently, he blinked at the ferocity of the ride so far.

Valmont raised his head and squinted, as though trying to understand why the driver was going so damn fast.

“Did you hire this clod?” Valmont muttered as he tipped back and forth like a puppet on a string.

Dark shadows loomed over the carriage as it spirited along at top speed. Darker and darker it became as this was now anything but a pleasant ride.

~CRACK!!! BANG~

The carriage wheel on the right at the back hit a jagged rock and the horses stumbled as the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Valmont was thrown forward and landed right on top of Nicholas.

~RB~
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It was a peaceful night, at least it was for now. The journey would probably take some time but, it’d move quick if needed be. Nicholas himself would of traveled on foot, he was rather fast but, this works too. Of course knowing Valmont’s ways he’d want to do it like this, it was more like him then to be quick into action on this. He could tell that he had calmed and he was glad, it was something he noticed when he was around him. Thinking back on the relationship, it was a funny one and unique, he’d known stuff others hadn’t. Granted, some was guy stuff that he shouldn’t of heard, cause of what he was. At first it had bothered him but, he got use to it over time, he was part guy after all so, it was natural. Looking out the window he sigh a bit and watched how it had gotten darker over time and the ride now moving rather fast and violently, seeing as he held on to the rail now.
” No, he’s the usual person we use, I wonder what’s wron-“
Nicholas was cut off from the bang, him knowing it had to be one of the wheels.In the next moments, things would change for him, as he was now on his back semi and Valmont on top of him. You could say it looked like a awkward situation but, it wasn’t at the same time. Nicholas blinked a few times through his glasses he had put on recently, his hair had be sprawled out under him, even if it was in a bun. His grey eyes looked up to examine the face not so far from his, and he saw something truly lovely. Most the time it’d be the Succubus way and the charm of how he was received but, for some reason it didn’t look like that to Nicholas. Maybe it was the fact that he was half in half? It was silent outside, except a few minor sounds of things unknown, him simply focusing up staring with his light grey eyes at his face, then eyes. Realizing the position they were in, Nicholas face ended up turning red a bit on the cheeks. At this moment he did indeed truly look of a girl but, he didn’t put it to be that way.” U-U-Uh, ouch.. are you okay Valmont?” He said stuttering and realizing he was, what was with him? He hated moments like this, acting like a girl was beyond annoying at times.‘ Control yourself Nicholas! Get a hold and snap out of it. You can’t falter at this moment, it’ll all be ruined if so.. something you don’t want.’With that thought his face had gone back to normal, holding in the blushing and breathing out a bit. Control was something he tended to be good at, even if at times he slipped. Nicholas only lifted his head a bit, his chest rising up just some, so he didn’t collide with Valmont. At this moment he wondered what was going through his head and if he was okay.

Razorbackwriter:
The Dark Wood
Valmont landed awkwardly upon the smaller Nicholas. In fact he landed in such a way that he was practically on top of the young man. There was only a faint light offered in the coach from small red globes, and these flickered on and off as the carriage groaned, then settled. The driver had already gotten down, first to inspect the wheel, and then to tend to the horses which were now spooked by the intimidating sounds of the forest creatures at night.Within the carriage, Valmont’s face was just inches from Nicholas’s. It was strange because Val had never been this close to the male before, and to be honest to see him in this light with his hair sprawled out beneath him gave him an almost feminine quality. Something that Valmont had not seen before, or not bothered to realize. It was also strange because the way that he landed, his hips were right smack bang on top of Nicholas, and he could have sworn that he would feel..well, something. The fact of the matter was, he didn’t. For that moment there was confusion.” U-U-Uh, ouch.. are you okay Valmont?”The stuttering coupled with the rose in his cheeks only added to Valmont’s curiosity. You see, Valmont was incredibly attracted to women. They were in fact his downfall in many ways. Madame Green often used this lustful streak when she wanted the man for herself. Though those encounters were few and far between. It was probably why she treated him the way she did. Favored, but not claimed. It would take someone truly special to do that.

“I’m…fine, I think.” It was like he was having trouble responding, given the conflicting signals he was getting. Seeing Nicholas like this…feeling his body beneath him, should not arouse Valmont in the slightest, but….he was starting to feel it. Like Nicholas was giving off pheromones, but was that even possible?

Valmont went to try and prop himself up, but as he did his hips brushed against Nicholas’s a little firmer than before. A gasp escaped Valmont’s mouth, that he was almost shocked at himself for doing. His hardness was growing and now sure to be felt by his young assistant.

“Nicholas…..forgive me. I don’t know what has come over me.” As the assistant was trying to regain his composure, Valmont seemed to be losing his. He just found himself staring into Nicholas’s eyes……and then….

….he kissed him.

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The staring continued as he realized their hips were together, something squeezed in his stomach. Oh god.. he probably figured it out. If Nicholas was indeed a guy, Valmont would feel something their but, he didn’t. Anxiety ran through his body as he was a bit surprised. He truly wondered what the man was thinking at this moment, would he be thinking horrid comments about him? He wasn’t but, Nicholas wasn’t sure, he didn’t even know if he realized what happened. Hearing his words, he pondered on it, he thinks? What should that mean? I can’t figure it out but, he could feel Valmont’s body reacting towards his own. Feeling him try to prop himself up, he’d only felt the hardness from him slip firmer against his hips. Now, this was something Nicholas didn’t expect, this was indeed arousing him down there as well, he could feel a bit of liquid and instantly he panicked a bit. ” Oh god.. no no, why is it doing this now?!” He thought and knew that his lower part was not cooperating with him at all now.

” It’s uh, okay Valmon-“ He had tried to finish but, something shocking happened. He was feelings the lips of the person above him on his own.

On instinct it would of been wise to back away or simply push him off but, he didn’t. For a moment he let it sink in, him not realizing that he was kissing him back now. The other surprise was that his own hips had moved on there own up against his own and his growth. This was entirely all new sensations to Nicholas, he’d never had sex with someone or done something like this. He’d reject all the girls away because, of what he was. After a couple of moments Nicholas came to his sense and pulled his lips from Val’s. His chest was breathing up and down hard, as he stared at him for a couple of seconds. Finally to get rid of the silence he started speaking.

” I guess you figured it out, huh. I’m not a guy.. well not completely at least. As you can feel, my other half is of a woman. A birth defect from my parents, it wasn’t known but, it was rare in cases. As much as I dislike it, this is something I didn’t want to tell you. For, I was afraid of what you’d think of me.” He said taking a breath to himself.

If Valmont hadn’t known what Nicholas had been hiding, he did now. He had let the cat out of the bag on this, something he didn’t tell many, or none at all. This was truly a embarrassing moment for him, as he couldn’t dare to look him in the eyes for what he would think. Nicholas had stayed where he was and turned his head, his cheek against the floor and his eyes staring at the wall, his hair falling over the side of his face.

Razorbackwriter:
The Dark Wood
~I kissed a boy and I liked it it it.~This was not meant to be happening. It went against everything that Valmont was about. He was not attracted to men, not in the slightest, and yet he here was, confused and kissing Nicholas passionately. The worst part, Nicholas kissed him back. It was for only the briefest of moments, but it was strangely erotic and satisfying. Even the lower part of Nicholas responded, and in a way that Valmont didn’t expect. Just how far would this go? The answer came when Nicholas pulled back and he was clearly struggling with it all. It appeared both of them were.” I guess you figured it out, huh. I’m not a guy“You don’t taste like one.” Valmont interjected, his brow furrowing as Nicholas started to explain. His lower half was that of a woman, the top a man. It was a birth defect, of all things. Valmont had heard of many strange things before, but this took the cake. He thought there was no secrets between them, but this one was the mother of them all.

As much as I dislike it, this is something I didn’t want to tell you. For, I was afraid of what you’d think of me.” There it was. Nicholas was afraid that Valmont would not be accepting. Perhaps Nicholas was too quick to judge him. While Nicholas got his breath, there was a knock at the carriage door.

“My Lord, Sir….the wheel’s broken. You’re going to have to take the horses if you want to go further. This carriage ain’t going nowhere.”

Talk about saved by the bell, or rather the crazy driver. Valmont got up off Nicholas, who was now looking away, his cheeks still aflame. Getting his composure, the ambassador then opened the door. He glanced back once at his assistant, and then stepped down out of the carriage. It was not that he didn’t want to say something poignant at that time, he just couldn’t. Closing the door, he went to inspect the wheel. Blasted thing, the rock really did a number on it. There was nothing left for them to do, but take two horses, and the driver would have to take one himself to go back to the Embassy. The Ambassador stood with his hands on his hips. They still had a quest to find Bandit, but now he was travelling with what he knew now was not a man. Not…a real man. Pausing a moment, he knew he could send Nicholas back, since the road ahead would be filled with all sorts of dangers. Did he really want to put Nicholas through all that? The driver waited for a word of acknowledgement. Finally, Valmont dragged his fingers back through his now disheveled locks, that came from being thrown about in the carriage.

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“Take a horse, and ride back to the Embassy. Make sure you lock up the carriage first. I’ll go on with Nicholas.” The Ambassador spoke with a strangely deep tone. Maybe he was questioning his own sexuality. Trying to prove to himself that he was not having gay feelings for Nicholas.

The Driver bowed and then started to unhook the horses from the carriage, while Valmont walked back to the carriage. He paused at the door, taking a deep…long breath before opening it.

“Get your things, we are going on on horseback.’ Turning away, he went to the back to get his bag and get it ready for his mount.

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Remorse was one of the many words Nicholas was feeling at this very moment. It was all so quick and confusing, why had it happened. Hearing the comment, he knew now that Valmont officially knew what Nicholas was and he wasn’t sure whether he was weird-ed out by it or other things. It was to quiet and he thought it was going to get really awkward, until the driver started speaking and Valmont had gotten off of him. A bit of relief ran through him once the door shut, he didn’t get up just at that moment yet. Listening to the conversation outside, Nicholas couldn’t tell what Valmont was thinking at this moment. Getting up he had stood and looked at the opposite side of the wall. Hearing Val speak of them going on horseback and shutting the door he bit his lip some.
” Shit, why now..?” Nicholas had said to himself inside the carriage, he knew that it was probably heard regardless of where he was.At that moment he took a few seconds to kick the wall of the carriage twice, to let out some rather built up anger now. Things were perfectly fine, now they weren’t. Straightening his tie and stuff, he’d run a hand through his hair and calmed himself. Opening the door he would step down and not bother to look over, getting his bag and strapping it onto his back. Nicholas couldn’t make himself look over to Valmont at the moment so he didn’t, as he walked to the horse. Adjusting the straddle on the girl, he’d put one foot into the hole of the foot holder and hoisted himself up onto it. Grabbing the ropes that hung to the horses restraint, he’d squeeze them just a bit. Hopefully Val would understand in his mind why Nicholas had kept this hidden, this society would not allow much of him, let alone he’s lost someone before because of it. This was the only thing, everything else was always said, he had nothing to hide beside it. ” Great.. way to go stupid forest and carriage.. this isn’t time to let go.” He had thought to himself. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he’d let out a long held in breath and a sad sigh.” I’m ready to go whenever you are.” Nicholas had said, back in his normal tone now.He was glad for his control, it helped him so much in the long run. Right now anything that had to do between them would be discussed later on probably, right now it was simply to focus on the mission at hand. Loosening the grip he’d look straight ahead down the dark road, not afraid of it at all.

 

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The Dark Wood.

By the time that Nicholas had alighted from the carriage, Valmont was already walking towards one of the horses that had been readied for him by the driver. It was hard to tell how Valmont was feeling about the situation. All he knew was that he didn’t want to get into it in front of the driver, who was now set with the task of locking up the carriage, before setting off back for the Embassy with a spare horse in tow. The carriage would be taken back at a later date, but for now, the Ambassador and his assistant were to go on alone and under the circumstances that was probably the wisest idea. Each time Valmont raised his head to look across at Nicholas, it was clear that the assistant was trying to avoid his gaze. This put an air of discomfort between them, that never existed before. Valmont had always found Nicholas’s company to be good, never in his wildest dreams did he suspect what was really going on, right under his nose.

When Nicholas had his horse ready and he had gotten into the saddle. he said. ” I’m ready to go whenever you are.” His tone was back to the normal pitch, and by the looks of things, the lad had managed to get himself together. Pity Valmont was not as ready. Instead of replying, he offered a curt nod, though you could see that he was still troubled. Valmont hated having things left unsaid, especially with what happened. It wasn’t a case of if he was going to say something, but more like when.

The sound of the carriage being locked up was heard, as the driver gave the door one last bang with his hand, as though to reassure himself it was locked tight.

Taking the reigns of his lead horse, he tipped his hat at the pair – Valmont having mounted his horse in that time. “Hope you find what you are looking for, My Lord….Sir.” He addressed both of them, before leading the two horses away. This left Nicholas now alone with the Ambassador. Slowly, Valmont turned the horse he was on around in the opposite direction to that where the driver was heading.

“We need to get going. It’s about twenty miles to the next inn.” Giving his horse a good kick in the flanks, the Ambassador started off, riding off with his coat tails flapping behind him. Valmont was a natural on horseback, and it showed. Galloping away, Nicholas was going to have to get a move on to keep up. As before the dark shadows that had followed the carriage, appeared to now be following the pair as they sped along the dirt road. The trees blocked out much of the natural light, which made it easy for highway men and thieves to hide.

After riding hard for a good twenty minutes, Valmont finally pulled his horse up. The horse brayed and protested, as it pawed the ground in protest. Snorting angrily, much like its rider. As Nicholas approached he would see the look on Valmont’s face. He had managed to get far enough away so that no one would hear them. When Nicholas came close enough to stop, Valmont sung out to him.

“You should have told me, Nicholas.”

Was it the fact that he was angry for being kept in the dark, or was it because he actually enjoyed kissing his assistant, and he felt guilty as sin? Valmont dismounted his horse and then stood there, pointing for Nicholas to do the same.

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“I am trying to understand these….feelings.” You could see he was agitated, and wanted answers.

 

~RB~

 

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Discomfort was now in the air between the two men, he could tell Valmont was looking over at him time to time. It made him angry that he couldn’t simply look back at him. Hearing the bang and the driver talking, he’d give a nod as he departed. Hearing the other horse move, Nicholas did the same. About 20 minutes and they’d be in an inn, would they be staying there? It kinda of made him wonder on it. Once galloping, he had done the same, keeping speed and slightly kicking the side. This in turns made the horse gallop quick stay at pace behind Valmont. The wind felt nice blowing through his hair and it everywhere, it made him more comfort of being in the dark and unseen. Hearing Val’s horse stop, I’d look up now seeing Valmont’s face because, he had stopped right in front of him. So many things crossed his mind, and Nicholas knew they were going to talk. Hearing his first statement, he sigh and sat there for a second, getting off now.

” I would of told you but, I had reasons for not doing so.” He responded and turned fully, both men weren’t that far from each other, his gaze at the ground.

It was silent for a good two minutes, Nicholas couldn’t look but, he had to. It was time he let everything he’d been holding in out and put it in the clear. Whether it’d be a good thing or not, he wasn’t sure but, he had to. Finally he removed his glasses and put them in his pocket, moving his head and staring up at Val’s face. His grey eyes looked into his own and many emotions were seen in them. Sadness, hurt, remorse, pain and.. love, along with confusion.

” There were rules set back in where I came from. One of them pertained to not doing something that combined the two genders. Granted, I didn’t know about it but, my parents decided to do it. This is how I ended up like I am. I did not choose to live this life but, I had to. I mean look at it this way Val, I am practically a girl, with out breasts. An abomination to my people and to hell, even though it was hidden.” He said and breathed in and out quietly, taking breaths.

He had said a lot in that and hopefully that had answered a couple of the questions. His hands went down to his side as slid them into his pocket for a moment. He was trying to gather the words to say what he was going to do next. Finally he parted his lips and started speaking again.

” I’ve lost someone close to me before, because they had found out. This had hurt very much, she was a good friend and I lost it all because, she’d seen me. This, this is why I’ve kept it hidden from you. I’m rather happy and content living where I have been for the past couple of years and working for you. I’ve never once lied or kept anything hidden from you Valmont, I’ve always been open and told you every single little detail but, this was just the one thing I couldn’t but, now you know of it.” A long pause was done after that.

Silence filled again for a minute as he didn’t know how well this would go. But, Nicholas walked just a couple of feet to stand in front of the tall Valmont and looked up at him. It was unsure of his attentions but, it was going to happen. Nicholas hadn’t realized what he was saying just now.

” I’ve lost many chances and experiences in life, because of all this. But, I know one thing for sure, what happened no more then 20 minutes ago, I enjoyed it, I don’t know why though. Be it sinning or guilty, I couldn’t help it, I did. Maybe it’s because I’m half girl but, I doubt it.” Nicholas said breathless and the look on his face held confusion and distress, this was one of the sides Valmont had yet to see of him. He himself was trying to calm himself down but, it wasn’t working completely as he just stared up at the man, hoping this cleared it all up.

 

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The Dark Wood

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” I would of told you but, I had reasons for not doing so.”

That was Nicholas’s first response to Valmont’s series of questions. There was this tension between them now, and it was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Valmont had always liked and appreciated Nicholas and put off the feelings he had as being more like, a close friendship, a kinship. They always had a good laugh about things privately, and publicly they were a solid force. But never had they been so close to each other that they were actually touching – body to body. It was when this happened that Valmont felt that connection and it made him aroused beyond belief. Only a woman could to that, but he always thought that Nicholas was a man.

“You had your reasons. Didn’t you think I could handle such knowledge? “ Valmont’s reaction was more defensive if anything. “I thought we had no secrets. Damn, I told you everything about me. Warts and all. You know perfectly well what I am, Nic.” There was a change. The fact that Val called him Nic and not Nicholas. Nic was more an affectionate term, though Valmont didn’t correct it.

Valmont towered over Nicholas, staring down at him. Waiting for him to get the courage to look up into his silver eyes. When he did there was so much conflict in his emotions. The poor guy. This was the one secret that Nicholas thought that Valmont wouldn’t be able to handle. It was just such a shock, the way he found out, and his reaction. As Nicholas started to explain, he told the history of his family and what his parents had done. Nicholas never chose this and had to live with the consequences. That was why he had kept the whole thing under wraps. As he put it, he was a girl – just without breasts. Valmont raised his head and stared straight ahead. So that was why he reacted the way he did. Valmont was attracted to this feminine side. That was a natural act, but it still didn’t make it right.

” I’ve lost someone close to me before, because they had found out. This had hurt very much, she was a good friend and I lost it all because, she’d seen me. This, this is why I’ve kept it hidden from you. I’m rather happy and content living where I have been for the past couple of years and working for you. I’ve never once lied or kept anything hidden from you Valmont, I’ve always been open and told you every single little detail but, this was just the one thing I couldn’t but, now you know of it.”

The words poured out like a torrent. The dam walls bursting as the years of pent up frustration and sadness, the loss and the knowledge it could cost Nicholas everything in this life at the Embassy was the reason for his silence as to what he was. Maybe he found a renewed confidence in speaking now, since the cat was out of the bag. But he moved closer to Valmont. The truth of what he felt when they had been in the carriage….the way he felt about the kiss. He enjoyed it. Nicholas waited breathlessly, staring up at Valmont – so confused and distressed. Valmont was also struggling with his mixed emotions. He brought his hand up, just holding it there. It was not like he was going to punch the guy…he’d never do that. But he couldn’t help this one feeling. As much as he hated to admit it. There was only one thing he could do.

Valmont brought his arms around Nicholas, and pulled him into a tight embrace. His chin resting on the top of Nicholas’s head, as he stroked his back. “I wished you’d told me sooner.” Valmont said softly. His adam’s apple sliding up and down as he frowned. “I was the one…that kissed you.” The ambassador didn’t want Nicholas to feel the guilt anymore. “I ….almost…” He was struggling to say what that kiss did for him. “Nicholas, forgive me.” He brushed Nicholas’s hair back so that the young man would look up at him.

“I wanted you….that way.”

He wasn’t rejecting him because of what he was, he just didn’t understand why he felt the way he did.

 

~RB~