RPC – Lucifer.

Name : Lucifer
Title : King of Demons

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Quote : “You know why God cast me down? Because I loved Him. More than anything. And then, God created…you. The little… hairless apes. And then He asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you more than Him. And I said, “Father, I can’t.” I said, “These human beings are flawed, murderous.” And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it?”

Gender : Male
Age Appearance : 26 years (actual is thousands of years)
Hair : Black
Eyes : Black, but do turn red
Height : 5’10” in bipedal form
Weight : 69 Kilos
Forms : Can be in any form that he chooses
Skin tone : Dark

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Appearance traits :
– his hair turns entirely red
– he gains those claw-like nails
– pointy ears and canines, making him seem more animal like
– wings, as is expected
– physically he becomes stronger, faster and more agile, not limited to his human physique anymore

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Personality :

Lucifer was once the most beautiful angel in all of existence. God loved him best of all his brothers, even more than Michael. Lucifer was proud. When humanity was created, he was unwilling to accept its place in God’s favour (Gabriel described it as the favourite son resenting the new baby). And when God commanded all of Heaven to love his new children more than himself, Lucifer refused. Lucifer pleaded: “Father, I can’t. These humans are flawed. Murderous!” After persistent disobedience, Lucifer was cast out of Heaven.

This enraged Lucifer, and he struck back by taking a human woman, Lilith, and stripping her of her humanity, creating the first demon. This unforgivable affront led to his imprisonment in the Cage after a losing confrontation against his brother Michael. He remained there in isolation for millennia. His goal was to be free from his Cage, and to eradicate humanity, allowing him to restore Earth to its original untainted glory. It is suggested that he would also destroy demons, his own creations, because he considers them less worthy even than humans.

Lucifer claims that he never lies, because he does not have to. Lucifer shows concern for his fellow angels, though it is the archangels he loves most. He captures Castiel, and admires the lesser angel’s loyalty in refusing to reveal the presence of his friends. He invites Castiel to join him, and when Castiel refuses, Lucifer respects his decision. Lucifer is remorseful when forced to kill Gabriel, and disappointed when Michael berates him. When preparing to fight his older sibling in their pre-destined battle, Lucifer pleads with Michael to “walk off the chessboard,” but Michael is determined to fulfil his destiny and serve God. Even so, when Castiel molotovs Michael with holy oil, Lucifer is outraged by the attack on his brother and obliterates Castiel.

Gabriel criticizes Lucifer, describing his actions as “one big temper tantrum.” Death make similar observations, dismissing Lucifer as a “petulant child with daddy issues.” Nonetheless, Lucifer sees himself as a tragic figure who was punished for being right, dismissing humanity as a defective and savage race even as Gabriel argues that he prefers humanity because they at least try to do better. He refuses to accept any blame for his actions, which as Michael observes, is nothing new, and suggests that God intentionally made Lucifer a devil.
Lucifer can be highly cruel and barbarous to those who get in his way. Despite claiming to be the victim, Lucifer has absolutely no qualms about killing anyone or anything that gets in his way.

Powers and weaknesses :

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 Teleport himself and others.
 Overpower primordial beings like pagan gods and all lower-classed angels.
 He had the power to make Castiel explode with a snap of his fingers.
 Manipulate weather. His presence on earth is signalled by massive tsunamis and tornadoes
 Perceive the true forms of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as he demonstrated when he saw Death’s true form.
 Freeze objects. He freezes a window by breathing on it.
 Remain unaffected by time.
 Bind entities to his command by conducting a ritual, as he demonstrated with Death.

Weaknesses

 An archangel blade can kill Lucifer.
 Michael can kill Lucifer.
 If he has the weaknesses of other angels, he can also be confined by a circle of holy oil, and kept out by Enochian sigils. 

 

RPC – Pestilience : Rise of the Horsemen.

Rise of the Horsemen.

Quote: “Disease gets a bad rap, don’t you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself… Very…Pure…Single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose –divide and conquer. That’s why, in the end…It always wins.”

 

Name:Pestilence
Age: Appears 28 human years
Race:Horseman of the Apocalypse
Relationship:Brothers – War, Death, and Famine
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Straight

 

Personality:Pestilence has a strong relationship with his brothers, and little or no regard for mortals. Pestilence, also known as the Green Horseman or Sneezy, is an extremely powerful entity and is also one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, embodying illness and irritation amongst humans. Pestilence is affiliated with his brothers Famine,War and Death.

 

Weapon(s): Pestilence’s ring is solid silver with a sickly green gem in the center. His battle horse

Powers: Being the personification of the concept of sickness, Pestilence is very powerful, and immortal as a Horseman. Like his brothers, he requires his ring to help him focus his powers. A testament of his power was when he shouted on a supernatural level at his demon servant, and she was completely terrified. He was also unafraid to defy Lucifer’s will.

• Biokinesis – Pestilence can create, manipulate, and control diseases, plagues, infestations, molds, and other ailments. He can also cause instantaneous illness in another being. Pestilence possesses dominion over ailments. His sickness powers don’t work on angels.
• Indestructibility – Pestilence himself, as a Horseman, cannot be physically destroyed. Pestilence, like the other riders, requires a ring that channels his essential core abilities.
• Immortality – Pestilence is not subjected to age and disease.
• Teleportation – Pestilence can go anywhere he chooses in the universe.
• Cosmic Awareness – As a horseman, Pestilence possesses an incredible amount of knowledge and understanding of the universe and its workings, although his knowledge is vastly inferior to Death’s. He can understand concepts, such as the Apocalypse and nature of sickness.
• Electromagnetic Interference – As a result of being on camera, his face and ring were masked by static.
• Super stamina – Pestilence requires nothing to keep him going.
• Invisibility – As a Horseman, Pestilence is naturally invisible and can only be seen if he wants others to see him.
• Supernatural Perception – Pestilence could tell if a demon was occupying a body, with a look.
• Telekinesis – Pestilence could move objects with his mind.

Weaknesses: Though literally, nothing in existence can kill or destroy Pestilence if his attribute still exists, he has some weaknesses.
• Ring Removal – Without his ring, his corporeal form loses all its powers, except for teleportation.
• Physical objects – Anything serrated or jagged, or for that matter anything that can be implemented into a weapon, that can be used to pierce can inflict pain upon Pestilence’s physical form. His physical body can be pierced and penetrated identically to how humans sustain infliction though physical wound cannot kill him.
• God – It is implied God’s power exceeds that of Pestilence.
• Death’s scythe – Nothing can kill Pestilence except Death’s scythe.

The Witches Circle – Timing is everything : PD

 

Fu:

 

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Oridin Lexington : ” Elders ?…. ”

– Oridin would say in a lowering tone , his volume decreasing as he understood what that meant. They were the most powerful at their abilities , Gods of a sort in this realm basically. Channeling such arcane sources through their bodies and using it in whichever form they desire ; The thought of it made Oridin weak in his knees as a result. He was able to see the people in the vicinity freeze and then drop , something must’ve caused them all to be done in ; maybe it was from being so close to the Elder who had casted the banishment from the beginning . The Young Male Apprentice stayed quiet and watched as Esme went over to the Elder to touch her , but his attention had gotten the better of him as he jumped in place when a Man came up to him and welcome him . He didn’t know him , but he was able to tell he was most likely one of the Elders of this realm before he took off his hat and bowed in respect to the male ; as he returned to his normal posture several chunks of mana would slowly return to the area and surround him before moving to the other witches and wizards to restore vitality within their appropriate systems if possible –

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Oridin Lexington : ” It’s an honor to be here Elder , My name’s Oridin Lexington . ”

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Mariela still didn’t quite know why she was asked to meet at this Witches Circle. But they had wanted her there, so as soon as dinner was done and they all got changed, they headed out. Alice stayed back at the castle, and Mariela made sure that the guards kept a very close on her. She didn’t trust the girl one bit, and she was not going to make the same mistake like she did with Lydia.

Unlike most witches who flew, Mariela walked. She always preferred it that way – plus, it was easier to do so when Scar, Tessa and her brothers were with her. Her hand was in Scar’s, before she stopped when they reached close to the Witches Circle. She looked at Scar, before pulling her hand away and turning around to look at the trio. “I still don’t know who these people are, or why they want us here. But whatever you do – do not say a word.” she spoke to the trio. “Let me do all the talking. I’m not sure how much these people can be trusted.” she said, looking forward at the path in front of them.“And I will not put any of your lives in danger.” she said, looking at Scar then. “Got it?”she said, looking back at them to see the trio nod.
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The trio nodded their heads, keeping silent. They understood. They were strangers here, and they knew Mariela didn’t want to risk anything bad happening to them. So they would keep silent until Mariela said otherwise. “Alright.” Mariela said, looking forward and taking a deep breath. She had her cloak on, and she reached behind her to pull the hood over her head, looking behind her and nodding. “Let’s go.” she then said, clasping her hands in front of her before walking forward, entering the Witches Circle where all the other witches should be waiting.

She didn’t know who these people were, or what they wanted from her or why they summoned her specifically. Or who this “Lavinia” person was that had supposedly been watching her. She led the way, with Scar close by her side and the trio coming in behind her. She knew nothing of the events that happened before she arrived. Nothing at all. But… It was time to see what they wanted….

 

 

Razorback writer:

 

The Witches Circle.

Timing, they say is everything. No sooner had the circle been rid of the Prince of Gluttony, the arrival of another heir to the Hell thrones had arrived with her entourage. Holding the hand of Scar and her fair locks covered by the dark hood, Mariela had reached the destination of her journey. Little did she know of the dramatic event that had happened just mere moments before. Elders all around were still recovering from the harnessing of their energies by Lavinia – who looked completely different from when she had first entered the hallowed circle. At her side, Esme stood. Holding her Aunt’s hand and trying to comfort, though that was the last thing Lavinia needed. The blood link between the apprentice and her Mistress was still strong however, and it was this gift, that saved Esme from harm.

Scar was getting that nasty prickling feeling on the back of his neck. Walking with Mariela, but looking at those they passed with a nervous expression. Courage seemed to have left him, in the wake of the increasing bad feelings he was getting. A low hush fell over the entire gathering, all except the Dark One – who now watched the arrival of Mariela with marked interest. He had no knowledge of the new Princess of Greed being invited, but one should never kick a gift horse in the mouth. He stood back with Marguerite, who also knew better than to speak her turn now. The floor belonged to the Supreme Elder and her apprentice. Shamus leaned over to the young mage that had appeared earlier with Esme and whispered.

“Well met, Oridin. You are in for a show, if I am not mistaken.” He gestured with a gnarled finger towards the circle, and as Lavinia cleared her throat, the gathering went to total silence.

“Welcome, Mariela and family.” Her voice was cool and she held no emotion or warmth in her facial expression. This was due to the dark spirits that had inhabited her form before she expelled Beel from the Circle. Esme glanced across as Mariela approached, and the apprentice offered a nod, before releasing her hand from that of her Mistress and Aunt.

Lavinia began to walk towards Mariela, and offered a hand to her.

“It is not everyday we meet a witch that has defeated a sitting Royal of Hell. I understand you have taken the throne of Greed for your own.”

A gasp came from the gathered throng and it was none other than Marguerite, the one that had planned for her son Raul to marry Lydia and become the Prince of Greed himself.

“She killed Lydia?” The matriarch of the Black family was shocked to see that this slip of a girl had defeated the likes of Lydia. The Dark one could see the humor in this and started a slow golf clap. “It’s like that bible story…. David and Goliath…only in heels. Ehehehehe.”

On the other side of the circle, Scar was still holding Mariela’s hand. He really didn’t like where this was going, and though he had been told to keep silent, he instead squeezed Mariela’s hand as though to try and communicate on some level that maybe this was some sort of set up.

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“SILENCE!” Lavinia ordered to the chatty ones in behind her. The Dark one lowered his head, but he could hardly hide that horrid smirk. With all now quiet, Lavinia turned her attentions back to Mariela.

“The ancients have spoken of you, child. I myself was given the task to watch over you.’ She stopped just short of Mariela and cast her gaze downward. The Queen of Witches was a lot taller than Mariela. “You have more than proved your worth, my dear. But to become an Elder, you must prove that you are above the curse of Greed. That kingdom’s sin is a very powerful one, as its former rulers have found to their peril.” Looking across at Tessa, Sam and Sean, Lavinia deduced that they were in fact family – all accept Tessa who was human and had no magical abilities at all. “I would reward you of course, on joining the circle as an Elder, by returning those to their rightful place with the help of the other Elders here.”

There was murmuring from the many witches and warlocks present, but Lavinia held up a hand.

“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?”

This was a leading question, for the answer was right under Mariela’s nose.

“People being where they should not?”

 

~RB~

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.

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Hellgate Prison
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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~
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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?

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Hellgate Prison
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.

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District (1) – Shattered Dimensions.

 

Two total opposites, in both form as well as personality.  Could they ever make it as travelling companions, yet alone defenders of Alterus?

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God sometimes, in all honesty she couldn’t blame him. He was the type of guy who didn’t get out much, but she was extremely brash and hot-headed. Though, at least now she was calming down. She let go of his coat, nodding to each question as an affirmative, well. Not every question. She had to struggle not to let her temper go flying out the window again, considering it was a potential risk to her health in some cases. If it ever got strong enough anyway. Yes she looked young, and by Kitsune standards she’d barely be considered in her teens. Let alone a full-grown Kitsune. Kitsune could live for thousands of years on occasion, if they were lucky, and most of the time by the time they got to that age they had become Nine-Tails.

But MAN was this guy clueless with women. Ooooooooooooh she wanted to punch him so badly~ All she wanted was to just sock him, sock him nice and good right across the head~ But, no. No no no no. She controlled herself. Kept telling herself no every time her hand began to clench up and prepare to sock him. He was oblivious, he’s not good with women, probably doesn’t get out very often. It’s ok, it’s ok, it’ll alllll be ok. With a huff of her own, Kasumi followed the man inside, having no real other place to go at this point. After a few moments of looking around at some of the people who dressed up as Kitsune, it eventually just got annoying to Kasumi. Especially after the incident only moments ago. She wasn’t very far from Grant, in fact she was still staying close by to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid with those swords. She didn’t care if she had to follow the man into his own room, she wasn’t letting him out of her sight. After all, it was her fault that he’d even gotten them in a sense. In fact, just to keep up a front of some sort, Kasumi was willing to answer any . . . serious questions that Grant had to ask, though she did walk up to him eventually and spoke softly, her hands hooked together behind her head.

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“Look, I’m young by Kitsune standards, yes. In fact I could probably be considered to be a teenager if not a young adult in their twenties by our standards. Some members of our race live for thousands of years on end, growing stronger with every day. Some obtain a Nine-Tail Status, becoming incredibly strong among Yokai. Only thing is, that is rarer than anything else. And to be honest with you, my parent’s deaths aren’t bothering me anymore. We live incredibly long lives, full lives. When we leave, we leave with no regrets. Normally anyway.”

Of course, Kasumi was referencing the fact that her father himself regretted never apologizing to her uncle for what he had done. Not that anyone could really understand what that meant. Yes she was a chatter box, but she wasn’t one to be trifled with. In fact it might be better that she was talking and was in a happy-go-lucky mood. If she wasn’t, then there was a chance she was intending to kill. That’s how she was raised after all. Traditional family, traditional methods.

 

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Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

~it’s not easy to be me~

Being humiliated by the kitsune in public like that was just another blow to Grant’s self confidence. Sure, he seemed to take the verbal spray, but the haunting memories of his childhood and adolescence came crawling back, like maggots under his skin. Coughing, he reached into his pocket and took out a pair of thick glasses and with a shaking hand he placed the glasses on, as he then went for the program of events for this part of the week long series of conventions. The man’s shoulders seemed to gather forward, and he bowed his head as he tried to meld into the crowd and get away from that girl. Girls were something he had a lot of trouble understanding. From the first crush that he had in the fifth grade, who humiliated him by believing that she actually would go to a movie with him, to the night of the school formal when he was crushed after being set up with what he thought was the girl of his dreams. A real sweetheart, or so he thought. He was left sitting on an empty veranda with a corsage that would never be worn. it was easy, oh so easy for Grant to fall into a cycle of habit that brought him comfort. His love of comics, anime, fantasy – where in his mind he could be the hero. He could be the one that all the girls want, or be just crazy and have some sort of respect or adulation. He came to these conventions religiously. It was like a rite of passage. An escape from the real and cruel world, that he had always felt he was not a part of. Not truly. In his years since college he had opened a thriving comic book and collector store. Traveled the world collecting the bizarre and unique. Being part of table top tournaments, all the things that people considered…nerdy. So no, he didn’t understand women….and he didn’t get the Kitsune at all.

Grant was a simple human being. Nothing fancy, nothing flash and super powered. But in his heart, he wished he was.

Here he could hide behind a mask, or a costume and become something unreal. For a weekend, he could live the dream.

Right now, he was unaware that the kitsune was following him. Darting between the crowds of people dressed either partially, or fully as furries, he didn’t realize that kasumi was on his tail till he heard her voice. Turning around, he was fidgeting with his program and giving her a look like…why are you following me?”

Grant listened to what she had to say. About how being five hundred years was akin to her being a teenager, as odd as that sounded. She said that they lived incredibly long lives and that when they die, they have no regrets. If this was true, then it was a charmed life. Grant had many regrets and many times that he wished he had the guts to say what he truly felt, instead of keeping it bottled up within himself.

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The wrinkling sound of the paper between his fingers would show that he was still nervous around her now.

“I’m….not good with girls.” The earlier display in the castle had a lot to do with the joy of the moment, and he lost himself in the Queen’s presence. Here, he was faced with dealing with someone that was seeing him for what he truly was. A simple man.

~RB~

 

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Kasumi at least noticed that the male was attempting to get away. But he probably could have at least remembered that she wasn’t human. Her senses were far above that of a normal creature, after all she was like a canine in some respects. She followed him mostly by sight, but in some cases her sense of smell came into play due to losing sight of him for a moment or two at a time. In this kind of crowd, even a Kitsune like Kasumi had to admit it could be difficult to stay on track of a target. Once he’d finally responded, she simply let out a small breath and set her head in one hand, giving him the courtesy of a small chuckle. Not in an insulting way, but in a way that was just amused. After having done so, she looked up at him with a calm face, speaking with a small smile on her face.

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“Well, I’m not trying to be a bad person here, but to be frank it’s kind of obvious you’re not too good with women. But that’s fine, just watch some of the things you say and you’re fine. I’m just hot-headed, so I apologize for the scene outside.”

Kasumi ran a hand down the back of her neck, closing her eyes for a moment as her long hair ended up being pressed against her neck for a moment, only to open them again as her hand fell back to her side and she let out another small breath. This was Kasumi for you, if she was in the wrong she’d at least apologize. When it was due anyway. Her temper might go flying off the handle on occasion, but she couldn’t blame this guy for what he did. He obviously wasn’t the type who was good with women. Which wasn’t a problem, he wasn’t the only guy, in fact it only made Kasumi feel bad for having snapped without warning. But that’s how she was. After a moment, her smile returned, as she leaned up with a slightly chilling look in her eyes that showed she had some mischief in mind.

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“Well anyway~ Since you’re not so good with women, how about you start getting some practice in that department. And don’t get the wrong idea either. I’m going to need someone who knows what the hell they’re doing to show me around, considering I’ve never been to one of these.”

Kasumi was trying to make it up to the guy in her own way, even if she was too stubborn to say it out loud and not put up her conniving little act. She needed a distraction too. Considering she’d been let down about her uncle as well, so maybe this would be a good way to distract her. Who knew? Everything was locked away, hidden behind that happy-go-lucky and conniving attitude.

 

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Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

Kasumi was stating the obvious when she realized that he was not very good with his social habits around women. Really to understand women, you had to get to know them, or have some as friends. Grant didn’t have that, nor opportunities too. Maybe this would be a good thing, if he was to be like some sort of tour guide for her around the convention hotel. Though she looked to be like those dressing up, she was the real deal. No pulling or stroking her tail, that was for sure. Grant did have an urge to tweak those ears however. Odd how he found them attractive. The way that they moved and flickered. It was kinda nice. Though she was talking to him, Grant’s eyes kept going upward to the top of her head, and then back down to meet her gaze.

Grant threw his hands up in mock surrender, when Kasumi said not to get any funny ideas. Sure she was pretty and all, but getting past the fact she was really super old, was going to be a hurdle and a half.

“I won’t try anything, honest.” Which he meant, as he said it with a slight nod.

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The crowds continued to move around past them, some stopping to take in Kasumi’s swinging tail, others snapped pictures with their phones and go pro devices. It was just par of the course at these sorts of things. Grant hadn’t planned to dress up today, not since he had been on the palace tour. It just didn’t enter into his head.

Thinking of where to take her, the first thing he thought was perhaps one of the convention food halls.

“Are you hungry? I know a few good places. One has an all you can eat buffet?”

Perhaps she would like to do that first, rather than have to mingle with all the suited human

~RB~

 

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Kasumi had a feeling that the kid was probably going to be fairly nervous, after all he wasn’t very good at expressing himself around women. After all, he hadn’t realized that even with all the movements of her tail and ears that they were actually real. He was just that type. Then again, there were plenty of men like him. At least he wasn’t a pervert though, she had to give him that much for sure. She actually got annoyed a lot of times, because of the very fact that some of the more . . . lecherous customers flocked to her on occasion. It was very, very vexing. And it made her want to strangle them. Even if a quick explosion of Fox-Fire nearby typically scared the bastards off. Which….. was honestly fun to do to people. Kasumi noticed him watching her ears every time they twitched, which amused her more than it bothered her. She tilted her head when he said he wouldn’t get any ideas, debating if she she should tease him or not. …Nah, time to be nice. Kasumi smiled and clapped her hands together at the mention of food. Nodding as she did. Turning slightly, she looked up at him with a calm look.

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“Shall we Mister Taylor?”

With a quick, and definitely practiced motion, Kasumi stepped up next to Grant and wrapped her arms around his elbow. After all, this was how she was raised. Traditional family, traditional methods.

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire (1) •- The Enchanted Wars.

 

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

A pile of dead bodies that bore terrible knife wounds lay haphazardly to the right of the big dagger wheel. The blood from his victims had splattered all over the bright colours of the wheel, thus making it a much more morbid sight. Ripping out the daggers from his last victim, the servants were quick to untie the dead human and ready him for a cart that would take all the dead down to an incinerator pit.

Dracus threw his blooded dagger at Mora, who skillfully caught it on the fly and started to clean it free from blood like she had the rest of his daggers. It was part of her job description to be hands on when keeping up with her Lord’s wishes. One thing however, his mood had changed…somewhat. Having killed at least ten humans, he felt he had sated his need to torture and commit murder in what was a sickening and twisted way to play a game. Surprising that it was Mora’s idea. One of her better ones. You might wonder just why she had tried to keep the Lord of Inferno distracted and she had a bloody good reason. Mora knew it would be a matter of time before Dracus realized that Rina was not in attendance.

“Right…that was fun. Now, where is that bastard child that is supposed to be family?” This was said with a menacing tone, as he picked up a chalice of red wine and sculled it down in one go. Letting out a heavy breath, he arched a brow and glanced at his adviser.

“Well?”

“Sire, I am not her keeper. I’m yours.” Said with a firm voice and nod of the head as she placed the last dagger back in it’s box to complete his set. All gleaming and clean once more.

“Hmmph.” Clearly, Dracus was not impressed by that, but he had to hand it to Mora, she was not afraid to call a spade a shovel. “When you DO see her, tell her to come to the throne room. Do I make myself clear?” His eyes burnt to a fire red as he spun on his heel and stormed out of the game room, knocking a servant off his feet as he rounded the corner.

“Crystal, my Lord.”

Once he was well out of sight, Mora let out a sigh. She had a fair idea where Rina had gone, but hoped she would be back soon. No telling what the Lord of Inferno had in store for the girl. It was no secret that he held little or any love for his niece. Placing the dagger box on a nearby shelf, Mora whistled for the cleaning crews to come in and set about cleaning the dart wheel, as well as the floor and anything else that the King had broken or soiled.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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“………I see that my darling uncle is in a charming mood as expected…..”

The soft, lyrically voice, filled with strength and passion, resonated outwards from the shadows nearby, and it was a voice that Mora would recognize quickly; she was like an aunt to the owner of the said voice, she’d known it since it had originated from a child. Rina had been born when Mora was a teen, so Mora had known the girl for many many years, and as she stepped from the shadows, her fiery mane of hair flowing about behind her like an inferno waiting to be let loose; you could almost feel the tension in Rina’s form as your own, she had every reason to be tense after all. Her uncle basically hated her, despite her draconic blood he still hated her down to the very blood in her veins; she was half human and that was the reason. She couldn’t understand it.

“I wonder what he has to say this time…”

Rina sounded almost tired and just plain exasperated, she didn’t want to deal with the stuff that her uncle was probably about throw at her, in fact she didn’t really want to see him again today for the moment; especially after having seen him finish off the tenth human in his little ‘game.’ She didn’t understand his damnable obsession with killing humans, he was part of the reason that even Draconians like her had to be careful going to the human world; his damnable obsession was causing most of the problems between their world and the human’s. Not to mention his damned war with Endora, what was the fucking point anyway?! Rina let out a small sigh, her crimson eyes gleaming with a small tone of sadness as she exhaled and rubbed a hand against the back of her neck.

 

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

Mora stopped in her tracks when she herd the words of Rina filter through the room. It was coming from the nearby shadows of the room, and on turning she would catch sight of the girl who had returned from what Mora believed to be the human realm. The red haired vixen nodded slowly to Rina’s sarcastic remark. Charming being a word few would ever use to describe Dracus. Mora had organized the spin wheel of death to keep the Lord of Inferno busy on purpose. She knew what his moods were like when he was cooped up inside, and he tended to be even more evil to those that strayed into his path. This day he had not forgotten that he had plans for Rina…plans that he had not even spoken to Mora about. He trusted Mora to an extent, but not when it came to this matter. To the Lord of Inferno, Rina was a blight on the family name. Even though he could shape shift into what he hated most it was the fact that he was full dragon, and the fact Rina was not made his blood boil.

“As you know, mornings are not agreeable with him.” Mora kept up appearances, for she knew that Dracus had eyes and ears everywhere. Crossing the floor, Mora reached for the girl’s hands and held them firmly as she stared directly into her eyes, when Rina wondered what he had to say to her this time. it didn’t take a fool to see that Rina was just plan tired of all her uncle’s games and tricks. Who could blame her?

“He seeks audience with you in the throne room, Rina.” This was said loudly, loud enough for those around her to hear, but when she brought the girl into an embrace, she slipped a small note into the girl’s pocket – patting her hip, before withdrawing herself from the hold.

“Afterwards, I suggest you go to your room. I imagine I will be sent with instructions after.” This alone sounded ominous, but there was something about the way that Mora stared at her. As though silently trying to make her understand that she was to prepare to take flight if necessary.

Knowing that she would have work to do, Mora gave a short bow before heading out the door. Only stopping at the entrance to look back at the girl, and making a chin up action hoping the girl understood.

Waiting in the Throne room, there was an evil looking black dragon who was pacing back and forth. He had been waiting for Dracus to come and when the Lord appeared, he clasped his hands together.

“What reason have you brought me to this disgusting hovel you call a home, Dracus?’ There was clearly no love lost between the two and Dracus gave as good as he got. “Cause its a damn sight warmer than that tar pit you wallow in.”

The Black dragon rolled his eyes and folded his arms as he stood impatiently – tapping his steel capped toes on the ground. “This better be good. My wife will ring my flaming neck if I don’t bring her the extra help to cater to our children.’

Dracus started to laugh…and loudly. “How is Ethel? I thought that moving to the dark lands would settle her temper. It was the one thing I liked about her.” Ethel being Nago’s new wife. Dracus and Ethel went way back, but Nagos had been tricked into marrying her. He thought she had a fortune behind her…sadly he was mistaken.

“She’s still a bitch. Now cut the crap. Why did you summon me?” You could tell that he was getting more and more annoyed as it appeared Dracus was stalling.

“Oh…I got word that she needed extra help and it just turns out that Ethel’s need may well be the answer to my prayers. I have what you need. A nanny to care for those brats you call children.’ Dracus picked up a small hot rock, then tossed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

“A what? Who?” Now Nago was interested. He stopped his pacing, when he heard that Dracus had found a solution to both their problems.

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“Rina. Annoying half breed. I want to send her to a place the sun never shines. Where no humans go. Think of it as a long earned punishment, for being insolent. I happen to know your wife would beat her into submission easily. AND you get time off from the kids…What do you say?’

A wry grin started to form upon the Black Dragon’s maw.

“I say yes..naturally. Anything to get me more time away from Ethel. So where is this…Rina?”

That was a good question.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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“I know, all too well. Understood.”

Rina gave a small sigh once more, hugging the adviser back tightly with full understanding of her words, it was a precaution and Rina knew it; they both knew that the instance was needed above everything else that they could think possible. If Dracus decided to do anything that could become threatening to Rina, then she had to be prepared to run; no matter how strong Rina had become over the years, she still wasn’t strong enough to take on her uncle yet and they both knew it. Rina soon arrived at her uncle’s throne room, but with the door cracked the voices leaked out, crystal clear to her ears thanks to her silent footfalls. And what she heard made her seethe, the air around her began to shimmer with heat as he crimson eyes slowly brightened to the point they seemed to be on fire themselves, the floor even began to emit sparks for a moment as she stood there; her eyes cast in shadow despite the deadly glow that emanated from within them.

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Rina had to hold in a growl as she turned on her heel, leaving before either of them could notice that she was still standing there. Rina was utterly pissed, and every servant that saw her immediately began to back away, fearing she was about to reduce them to nothing; as she had been known to do that in the past, however despite all of that, none of them dared report her otherwise they would face her later. And they knew it, it’d happened again, and last time it happened her Killing Intent had leaked out, paralyzing everyone in the room; though somehow at the moment she was currently pulling it under wraps. Only the Lord above would ever be able to understand just how she did it too. The moment Rina entered her room, actually on the other side of the castle from the throne room, the first things she did was slam her right hand straight through her training dummy; the impact of the punch causing it to fly across the room and explode against the wall.

Rina was livid, but she knew better than to lose it right now, she had to keep calm and be ready to run now. Rina reached into her pocket, pulling out the note silently, preparing to read it quickly before her uncle could come in the room searching for her.

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Alterian Palace – Shattered Dimensions.

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The Alterian Kingdom which expands out for miles and miles hold the Palace at the very center separated from the cities with large stretches of land used for agriculture. The palace is full of rooms , chambers , halls and corridors. This is the most fortified area in all of Alteria like it can be expected. Being allowed here is a privilege granted by only a few , and as it can be expected the King and Queen lives here and frequently allows visitors ; mainly the Celestial Kings when they come to speak upon major matters to keep them in the loop of the events going around in the world.

 

Kiri:  

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The young female silently walked through the main courtyard of the palace, cloaked quietly with her face hidden and eyes invisible with the hood itself. Whoever she was, she didn’t seem to really care about the guards who surrounded her. Nor did she seem to care that they were all watching her like she was about to rip apart the castle with her bare hands. Which . . . for someone of her stature, that truly would have been a sight to see. In all honesty, she didn’t look like much, barely standing at five foot five inches with a hair tone of what looked to be around an auburn, well really some shade of brown, kind of hard to truly tell with the hood in the way. She continued walking boldly however, so it was clear that she had a great deal of confidence in spite of her stature. Unseen to the world, at the moment anyway, were the pair of fox ears that were flattened down to her skull in order to keep them inconspicuous. As well as the single fox tail that was behind the cloak as well, and unbeknownst to those around her, that wasn’t the only one that she truly had. This was her closest possible way to being fully human in appearance. With her level of shape-shifting ability anyway. The young girl was stopped at the doors to the throne room, and even though asked to remove the hood and cloak she made no move too, only spoke with a calm voice which was deceptively sweet in tone, along with a musical note to it.

“Now, now boys.. is this any real way to treat a lady?~”

Her voice was definitely showing that she wasn’t intimidated, in fact it was almost like she was already toying with them. Hidden from sight at the moment, was a small Tanto, which normally would be bigger but she had shrunk the sword for precautionary measure, sheathed behind her just underneath her tail. It was a very special weapon to her, and if they tried to take it there would be hell to pay. It wasn’t the last thing that she’d ever gotten from her father, but by far it was the most important. She had a conniving tone of voice, but it was sweet and gentle in its own right as well, the voice of someone who could play even a miser out of his purse. She obviously wasn’t normal, but she didn’t resist even as her hood was pulled away and her ears popped up, flicking softly as she gave the guards a small, almost daring, smile. Her ears were tipped with white, and her eyes were a deep crimson. Obviously, she wasn’t human.

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“Before you dare to ask, I’m here to see the King and Queen for . . . personal matters. Would you be so kind as to move and allow me to pass?~ Thank you~”

It was obvious, even as she slid past the shell-shocked guards, that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer anyway. She looked like she was sixteen, or maybe even younger, yet she was speaking to grown men who were in their late to mid forties like they were children. It was quite the sight to behold for any servants watching, especially considering the fact she literally walked right past. She wasn’t really well known personally, but her father was. After all. He was also the father of the creator of this world. The General of the Thunderous Heavens, Kazuma Daisuke. He was her father, and because she looked more like her mother, that wasn’t obvious yet. But in the end, it was definitely going to be interesting to see how the Queen herself reacted to Kasumi’s presence. 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.

“Step lively everyone. Mr Akatashi, if you would please stop eating those Doritos till the end of the tour. Thank you, thank you. Alright people….we are walking, we are walking.”The Palace tour representative, who was a well groomed lady in her late thirties, with large tortoise shell glasses and sensible shoes, was wildly using her hands to get the crowd of sight seers to keep moving forward as she took them on the grand tour of the Alterian Palace. There was a group of about fifty people in the tour. A lot when you considered that they were being ushered along by one diminutive lady. At the very back of the pack, was the snap happy tourist, Grant Taylor. Your run of the mill average kinda guy, who had a fascination for the architecture and art works in the palace itself. He had been trying to keep up with the rest of the crowd, but soon after stopping to take a few more pictures, the tour group had already moved on into the next section.

With his head bowed, and quickly checking his memory card for his camera, he soon came to realize that he was standing all alone in a large corridor that was right near the throne room. Course, he didn’t know he was that close since he had been so busy fussing with his camera. Finally getting the memory card in the right way, he glanced up and then looked about madly.

“Hello? Miss Tushimi? Hello?” The lost tourist was very much alone, accept he suddenly saw a young girl march past a group of guards and though he could not hear what she said exactly, he figured she must be with the tour group. “Wait for me!” Grant sung out, chasing after the girl who looked to be about sixteen. She’d made it past the guards and so…in Grant’s mind she had to be going the right way.

Approaching the guards, Grant snapped his camera to his selfie stick and motioned with his hand for them all to join him for a big group selfie. He’d seen it done before and thought it would be great for his social media site.

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“Gather round, fellas….I mean, Sirs.” The guards all looked at each other oddly, before a couple shrugged and joined in for the pose.

“Got it…That was great. Thanks.” He nervously stuttered, before then turning straight into the throne room and hurrying to catch up with the girl that he thought was with his tour group. On entering the Throne room, Grant was overcome by the majesty of it all.

“Wow….this is nice.” ~CLICK CLICK CLICK~

~RB~

 

Tsu:  

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A chilly wind had blown around the palace, mainly in the back, deep with in the woods. Everything looked like a normal lush forest but, if you traveled deeper in, you’d see ice on the ground. This was dued to the woman who sat on a long log branch, her white hair extending down to the ground and along the branch. She had white pure skin, her cheeks not flushed at all from the cold, of course she was use to this tempeature so, it wouldn’t effect her. This small snow area was her doing of her Yuki-Onna powers, making snow was rather easy, along with a small pond near her. Her clothing consisted of light floral pattern dress, reaching down to her middle thigh, barefooted and a small thing behind her back. Snow white birds flew around her, creatures of the snow and flew away, this was her sanctuary. If she was ever stressed or down, overworked she’d retreat to this place. Her eyes had been closed, enjoying the silence and nature of this wonderful day out here. Hearing footsteps she knew who it was, as she opened her eyes a pair of piercing ice blue ones showed. Looking over she tilted her head slightly and looked at the servant, who seemed rather nervous. ” What brings you out here? You know, this is my place, I don’t allow many, it better be important.” She said icily as she saw the shiver from the servant and shook her head.

” I-I-I-I’m sorry my queen.. but, you have visitors.. one came unexpected, wanting a audience with you and the king. Another guy who I don’t know why he’s there.” the young girl said and squirmed some in her place. Skylar glared a little now, people were in her palace? Uninvited and not wanted? This ticked her off, she was notified before she let anyone into her courters. Standing up she walked over to the servant. ” Thank you darling for telling me, I shall go attend to them now. You may get back to your work.” Her voice completely changed to a soft one, this was her showing her caring side. She loved everyone in the castle who served her and the king. Though she didn’t show it much to them, wanting to keep her front up. Slowly making her way back towards the palace, she turned down the long corridors coming to two thick black doors. Pushing them showed a large bedroom, with a very big bed and a bunch of items. This was her and her husbands room, it was something she enjoyed being in and reading. Shutting the door she walked to the closet and opened it, pulling out her casual wear. See hadn’t seen the king yet so, he must of been else where and she didn’t mind, she knew he’d join her soon.

Her dress had been stripped now, laying on the floor, along with other items. Her long hair drag slightly against the floor as she walked to the mirror. Looking at it, she admired herself, it was one of the things she enjoyed, seeing how well she looked for her age. Picking up the dress she pulled out, she put it on and dressed herself now, slowly walking over to the small dresser area with stuff. Sitting on a chair she crossed her leg over the other, her hand picking up a brush and brushing her hair. Slowly she put her hair up into a ponytail, slightly curling it and setting a couple of things in her hair. A small sigh escaped her lips, her applying slightly little makeup to her face as she finished. Skylar stood and walked to the door, slipping on her flats, she wasn’t one for wearing heels when she didn’t need to. Shutting the doors she walke gracefull to the throne room where her visitors awaited, why should she hurry? They had come with out any news of it so, she’d take her time on getting there. A pair of doors on the side of throne room opened and Skylar entered the room, her head not bothering to turn towards the others yet. Making her way slowly over to the throne that sat on the left throne, another throne on the right. Settaling down she moved her hair to the side a bit and moved her head, opening her icy blue eyes she stared at the people in front of her.

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” I must say, you’re a rather brave soul to come here with no word before hand. Granted your status dear, it would of been nice of a small warning before hand.” She said with a rather strict and cold voice, Skylar rarely let down her front in front of others, she wanted to make sure people knew well that she wasn’t a joking person during buisness. ” I hear you want to talk with both the king and I, he should be here shortly. Please welcome yourself to refreshments in the mean time.” She said quietly, her eyes left the kitsune girl to travel to a man who stood behind her, a average one at that, she had heard him talking before she entered. ” Thank you sir, the palace was built to be the best. But I must ask, what is your business here?” She said questionaly and slowly leaned back in the chair, waiting to see what both had to say for their appereance today at the Alteria Palace.
 

 

Kiri:  

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Kasumi blinked for a split second, her head actually perking up slightly as her face grew slightly bewildered and her ears flicked atop her head even as she barely turned her head, looking back at the man who asked her to wait. Who was he again? The answer to that question came to her within a moment’s notice easily however. Tourists… he obviously had her confused with another tourist. Which… actually that may not hurt things, in fact that could be useful. It wasn’t visible, but a slightly conniving grin spread across Kasumi’s face in an instant, her hands reaching up and flipping her hood back over her ears quickly before he noticed her ears. Shouldn’t be too hard to notice that she wasn’t human with that, but it wouldn’t take him long to realize she wasn’t a tourist once they actually spoke to the Queen. Or rather, she did.

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Kasumi was keeping her face straight ahead as she walked, not afraid to leave the boy behind her behind. Well . . . the man was probably in his twenties, based on appearances and disregarding that silvery gray hair. But even then, he was human and that practically made him a boy to the five hundred year old Kitsune. No reason to think of him as anything else at the moment, especially with all the snapping he was doing with that phone. Well, if anything his being around would be pleasantly amusing for the moment. Kasumi looked up at the Queen in the instant that she spoke, her crimson eyes gleaming as that small, cheeky smirk grew across her face once more and she pulled down her hood so that she wouldn’t come across as too . . . rude.

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Kasumi’s conniving smirk grew, only barely, as she heard the Queen’s words to the young tourist. By all rumors, the Queen herself wasn’t very old personally. Also in her twenties. Which meant that Kasumi was currently the eldest here. Not that she looked it of course, as she barely looked sixteen and wasn’t showing even the one tail. Kasumi figured the Queen didn’t realize exactly who she was, and that was fine, if the Queen didn’t know then she was able to move around unnoticed and not draw a hell of a lot of attention to herself. Things went smoother that way and Kasumi knew that, it’s why she kept to secrecy even if it could cause problems for herself. Kasumi gave a chuckle, slightly amused and knowing one at that, as she placed a hand against her chest, just below the neck, leaning down slightly in a courtesy at the same time as she spoke just loud enough for both to hear.

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“G’morning m’lady~ I do apologize if I was rude in coming unannounced~ My name is Kasumi Yamazaki, ah but perhaps I should go by my father’s name, and not my mother’s. Kasumi Daisuke, Princess of the Thunderous Heavens, daughter of Kazuma Daisuke and Sister of the Blazing Heavens, the Defeater of Death himself. This man behind me mistook me for a tourist, or so I am assuming, and I must apologize for that. I have come with a simple question in mind, and then I plan to be on my way. I’ve come in hopes you might be able to give me a lead as to where my brother is. So far in my travels, frustratingly, I’ve heard nothing more than the same thing: That no one knows where he is at all. I was hoping you or the King might at the least have a lead that will set me on the right path. For as you must know, rumors are not always… trustworthy~ Ah, speaking of rumors. Y’know, the legendary warrior who created this world in a sense? Yeah, he’s no legend. He’s my brother, but I’m not getting my hopes up any time soon to be honest with you. It’s been too long, and honestly. Everyone thinks he’s a legend, so not the smartest thing to do now is it?~” 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.

Poor Grant had really gotten it wrong today. First he falls behind his Palace tour party, and now he is taking happy snaps on his camera in the Throne room of all places. Chewing on his bottom lip, he then realizes that the girl he followed WAS NOT part of the tour. Ah shit… The young man is about to start moonwalking out of there, when her royal Highness the Queen of Alterus enters the room. From bad to worse….BAD to WORSE. The Queen addressed the young girl that had come in first. The woman was practically ice cold in her manner and almost spoke down to the girl like she was some flea under her shoe. Grant didn’t know whether to dig a hole, hide under his jacket or just flee the scene now. He gulped as he started to slide his camera away, when the Queen then turned her attentions on him.

” Thank you sir, the palace was built to be the best. But I must ask, what is your business here?”

~Oh God…OH GOD…Down boy, Down…she’s talking to you!~ This was racing through his mind as he started to bow furiously, before getting on his knees, and properly kissing the floor…or should I say the carpet.

Raising his head, he was about to say why he accidentally entered the throne room when the girl in front started off on her speel. Good gravy, could this girl talk. She talked….and talked….and you could take a few messages while she kept on talking. Grant kept looking up nervously from his crouched position on the floor till the girl was finished. Mind you he even looked at his watch a few times as the girl in front continued. Something about looking for a brother…being daughter of some legend. He was almost ready to take a picture of the girl to add to his collection….when…the Queen finally looked at him again.

Straightening his bow tie, he nervously got up off the floor and shuffled over to the Queen and gave a weak smile.

“My name is Grant Taylor. I am a convention tourist here with a bus load from the International Comic Con. I did an appearance yesterday as my favorite hero!” His sudden raise in voice was cause he was rather chuff when it came to his cosplay outfits. When he put on a mask, he could be anyone. He took out his camera and then danced up the steps to the throne and quickly flicked through to the movies section on his phone and then offered it to the Queen.

“I WAS DEADPOOL!”

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And…he was.

What would the Queen think of this guy? Mild mannered nervous Grant Taylor…who became a superhero at conventions.

“Do you like anime, your Majesty?” He looked up at her hopefully as he turned up the music on the phone for her to enjoy. “I dress up as a furry fox sometimes too.” ~Happy nod.~

 

~RB~

My Monster Girl – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the party to end all parties winding down, it is time for the crew of Hell’s kitchen to go off to bed.  But on a stormy night, not everyone is having sweet dreams.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was appreciative of Loc’s helpful and loving nature towards her, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was becoming rather handsy with her. Caring about such a thing didn’t really compute with her for whatever reason. Perhaps that had something to do with her revival? Whatever the reason was she really didn’t seem to care. “Good job Igor! You even survived the nuke!” She shouted and gave him a bit of a booby wiggle, though he’d probably just ignore it. It was then that the Doctor proclaimed that he would be going to sleep. “Nighty night Doc!” She shouted out to him and wiggled about until she flopped over and into a seat, where she’d likely pass out if left undisturbed. There was a lot of booze missing from her collection due to this night, but she had enjoyed it and would remember it as such. Enjoyable.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gave the hunchback a good pat for his hard work as the nurse commended him. “Mhm! Great work!” the monstrosity agreed. She decided to copy Roxanne’s actions, wiggling her boobies as well. It felt kinda funny, making her giggle a bit. Though her dress didn’t exactly show a lot of cleavage. Oh well! The cringing Igor was left alone at long last as the Doctor made his exit, bidding them a good night. “Sleep tight, Doctor! Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Narcissa giggled to herself before humming and dancing herself away into another room in order to get rid of her dress. It was nice and all, but she really needed a breather. So being back in her favorite lab coat, she went to lay herself down.“Phew, what a day~” The monster was rather energized still, so it was troublesome to keep still. She would turn over constantly and twitch her muscles, fidgeting here and there. It was normal though, as Narcissa didn’t need sleep.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still a little green looking after surviving the blast from Loc’s backside. He kept sticking out his tongue as though trying to rid the taste off it. Yes, Loc was more than just a force of brute strength. One would be wise not to be up wind of him after a night of curry and garlic pizza, that was for sure. Loc, was in another world entirely. Still drooling over the wondrous booby movements coming from the glorious Roxanne. Oh, how he loved that little nursey. But with the Doctor having retired for the evening, and the party now winding down, it was time for the crew to go find their cots and sleep. It was Igor that was left with the task of putting Loc to bed. Roxanne looked like she had had one drink too many, and after flopping onto the nearest couch, she was looking like she was heavily sedated…not just relaxed.

Tugging on Loc’s sleeve, Igor motioned with a jerk of his head, that they should head out of the party room and find Loc a cot.

“Come on, Loc. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Sleep?”

“Yes, sleep. Not the long kind that you never wake up from. The usual…..five..six hours.” At least that is what Igor normally had. Narcissa had already left the room after giving the hunchback a good whack for his efforts in winning the game of Twister. Though if you asked him, he won be default. Passing out on all the dots, really didn’t constitute a win in his books, but it was the first time he’d won anything, so….he wasn’t about to complain.

Taking one of the torches off the wall, igor bowed before the nearly sleeping Roxanne, before ambling out of the party room, leading Loc behind him. They had a room that was for the male servants, though the cots there might be a bit small. Might have to push a few together.

It was as Loc was being led down the hall that the first signs of an oncoming storm were both seen and heard. A great rumble, followed by a flash of light that illuminated the clouds. It was loud enough to give Loc a scare. Who knew that the creation was scared of thunder and lightning.

“Baaaaadddd.” Loc cried as he tried to shield his eyes.

Igor stopped and looked back in surprise. “You should have seen battles that were worse than that, Loc.” Was this creation really scared of a little bit of thunder.

~RUMBLE RUMBLE….BOOM!~

“Gaaaaaaaah!”

Yes…yes he was.

The Doctor was sitting up in his bed, night cap on his head and glasses on his nose as he was reading a romance novel, when the door to his room suddenly burst open. There was Loc….wearing a night shirt and quivering like a leaf. In behind him was a very flustered Igor, who was holding a candle.

“Master….Loc wet the bed.”

It wasn’t really wet…it was saturated. The pong had driven them out of their room.

Wilhelm reached up to take off his glasses and set down his book. This was most unusual. Another crack of lightning appeared at the window followed by a large and powerful boom.

“Loc…scared!!!!”

Igor took a side ways step, just in case the creation let off another one of his fatal farts.

“Master, I already changed his night shirt once. Know anything that can calm him down.”

This was a real pickle. The Doctor strummed his chin for a moment, then he patted the mattress.

“When I’m scared, I usually think of my favorite things.”

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Loc ran …..or should I say, galloped over to the bed and jumped on it with such force, that the whole room shook. It was a miracle that the bed didn’t break. The Doctor looked up at the trembling giant of a creation and patted his arm.

“If you sing about your favorite things…..you won’t hear the storm anymore.”

Igor thought the Doctor had lost his marbles.

-glancing at the readers- “When the hell did this role play turn into a musical?” He shook his head, before following Loc’s lead and set down his candle on the bedside table to the other side of the Doctor, before taking up a comfy space on the bed.

The Doctor coughed and then started to warm up his voice…“Me me me me me…doe..rae me far..so…la…te…DOE.”

~Blood drops on roses….and fleas on little kittens. Warm bags of vomit, and leaches that wiggle. Zombies without heads and losing their limbs….these are a few of my favorite things……~

~RB~

 

Razorbackwriter:  A night unlike any other. Where the strange rendition of “My favorite things” was a sing song between Loc, the Doctor and a very sleepy Igor. All ended up in the same bed, and the last one to finally fall asleep was the Doctor himself. Staring out the window at what was now a peaceful night in Hell. The storm had passed and only the light pitter patter of falling water droplets could be heard on the window ledge. The Doctor glanced at both his sleeping companions. Did he ever think for a moment that they would all end up in his bed? Course not. it was just how the night ended and the creation was soothed into a peaceful slumber.

The morning started with the sound of the Doctor’s alarm clock buzzing. Five am. The usual time that the Doctor liked to be up and out of bed. With a heavy workload ahead of him, he carefully eased back the covers and crept out of bed, so as not to wake Igor and Loc, who were now curled up together. The cotton ball on the end of Igor’s night cap floating in and out of Loc’s gaping maw every time the creation snored. It was almost too priceless an image not to want to take a snap shot. Black mail material….ha. The Doctor made his way to the bathroom, and he started off with a good hot shower, before shaving and preparing himself for the day ahead.

No doubt Roxanne and Narcissa would still be sleeping – Roxanne most likely in a drunken state, and would need to sleep off the night’s booze. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and went to rub his hand over the condensation coated mirror, when he was shocked to see the face of a man standing in behind him.

“Must have been some party…Eh ehehehehehe.”

The Doctor shrieked when he suddenly recognized the voice and the face of the man behind him.

“YOU!”

“Yes…it’s me. Miss me, Doctor? I don’t see your sweet lovey in your bed. You never did tell me what you did with her. After all, I did just as you asked.” Oh yes, the Dark one had made good his end of the deal, however he forgot to mention that with all magic, it comes at a price. One that the Doctor never counted on. The Dark one popped his head into the Doctor’s bed chambers and let out a squeal like laugh.

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“You’ve gone gay! And a threesome? Tsk tsk.”

It was hardly the truth at all. The Doctor was quick to put on his trousers and march out of the bathroom, shushing the demon who was pointing at Loc and giggling.

“You disgust me, now out in the hall, I don’t want to wake them.” The Doctor opened the door and the dark creature made a swirling gesture with his hand, and cocked his head to and fro, before skipping out the door. Pulling a shirt off its hanger, the Doctor followed the demon out into the hall.

The Dark one turned on his heel the moment that the door was closed. “You still haven’t told me what you did with her. Come on….where is she?”

The Doctor’s head slowly turned towards what was the door to Narcissa’s room. His facial expression a dead giveaway. The demon pointed a gnarled finger towards the door and crept, ever quietly towards the door and then with his hand placed upon it, he gently eased it open and poked his head inside. Sure enough on the bed within, lay the Frankenstein like monster girl, whose body parts were taken from the love of the Doctor’s former life.

Whispering with a wicked grin.

“She’s not as I remember, but that is her.” He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes gleamed. “You butchered her. Who is the devil now?”

The Doctor was quick to get across the hall and shut the door to Narcissa’s room hopefully not waking her from her slumber. Turning to face the demon, who was clearly enjoying the Doctor’s distress he gasped as he saw the look of insanity coming back to the Doctor’s face.

“Yes…YES….Let it out, Doctor!”

The Doctor reached out and gripped the demon’s coat lapel with shaking hands and practically lifted him up off the ground, ready to launch him across the room. The very veins on his neck were standing out – purple and red. Eyes like fire as his chin trembled. “YOU BROUGHT BACK A MONSTER!”

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The Dark one stared at the Doctor in triumph. “No, you created one. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

 

~RB~

RPC – Vyvyan Rolero – Blood City Series.

Vyvyan Rolero – Blood City.

 

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Name Vyvyan Rolero.
Nickname : Vyv (Pronounced Viv)

Appearance : Daytime.

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Gender : Female
Age : 20
Sexuality : Straight.
Personality : Wild, bad tempered, feisty, curious, adventurous, nasty, abrupt, rude, condescending.
District : Vestro
Occupation Works at an iCafe for gamers and computer users.

Coven : None.
Rank : Acolyte.

Bio Born to Don and Celia Rolero, Vyvyan was brought up in an abusive household. Her father, Don – a heavy drinker and gambler died when she was eight years old in unusual circumstances. He was found frozen and with an ice pick in his forehead in the family restaurant freezer. Vyvyan’s mother had a string of boyfriends after this event, but never seemed to settle down. The business was sold and Celia and Vyvyan moved to the outer districts where they were able to find more modest accommodation. While foul play was suspected by the detective who investigated Don’s murder, a distant family member (who Vyvyan has never met) helped to make sure that the evidence that could lead to a conviction was well hidden. Vyvyan’s life was to change after the death of her father. Becoming withdrawn and seeking solitude in her room, she found solice in books and online chat rooms. There was a side to her father however that Vyvyan never knew, until she was rummaging through some boxes after the move. She found a book of spells. After toying with the book, she discovered that she had a natural ability with magic. In particular…dark magic. Her fascination grew into that of an obsession. With each passing day, her powers grow stronger, but she has built up a wall to keep others out, by displaying a very nasty exterior. If she could….she’d paint the world black.
In amongst her father’s papers was a small black necklace, which Vyvyan keeps in a black box. It has a significance, but she is yet to find out the meaning of its true power.

Quote/s :”Do I look like I give a fuck?”

Strengths : Highly intelligent, a fast learner, computer savvy, well read
Weaknesses : Chocolate.
Powers : Currently still learning.

Allies/Family : Mother – Celia Rolero.
Love Interest : None as yet. She is a hard girl to like.
Theme song : Paint it Black – Rolling Stones.