Esme’s Gift – The Witches Circle : PD

Following on from ‘Blood Magic’.  Should Astartoth; the Prince of Pride be trusting of Lavinia and her magic?  Probably not….

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Young Scholar’s mouth stayed shut as he listened to the Prince of Pride speak to the Elder , having seen them continue to speak about the relations in the kingdoms Oridin had found himself listening to Lavinia without a second thought and came over to her to take what she had asked for. Oridin would take each of the items listed and would then place them into a bag he carried around , knowing that at this point in time he was to be ready ; he was simply glad he carried around a small bag of magical items . Staying quiet alittle bit after hearing what was told to him Oridin mentally prepared for the voyage. But being a Apprentice he wanted one thing in particular. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Elder, since I am to depart soon for Pride ; I wish to ask if I am allowed to delve in your knowledge ? A book or two from your collection , it would be an honor to learn from a mind so divine . A mage can always expand their knowledge and learn no matter where they are , and I wish to not slack even while on a mission .”

– Surely the journey ahead will be a new experience but he would find it to be a special one . Away from home , in a new land devoid of his comfort zones . His mind could tell there would be new things he’d learn , whether it was to help him in his studies or just knowledge to know . –

Tory:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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He frowned at Lavinia’s words. He did not like to hear a mention of shift in powers. Not from a witch after hearing it the same day from a genie. Something was really wrong and it seemed to Astaroth that the prince of Gluttony had been thrown smack in the middle of it.
Is there anything any demon can control?” he muttered rhetorically under his breath as the elder stepped down from her throne. He’d been unlucky enough to hear stories of a gluttonous prince once. To this day he still regretted hearing them. A person that couldn’t stop eating or wanting was simply something Astaroth couldn’t understand. He himself was supposed to be a prince of pride but he was not a proud man. At least, he didn’t feel so.
Lavinia’s mention of the right hand of doom made everything click for Astaroth. He knew what the hand along with a heart could do. But he also knew that it didn’t need to be a proud prince’s heart. It just had to be a prideful heart.
Is that his goal? To bring destruction upon the world?” he asked angrily, though the anger was not directed at the elder. She did say that the gluttonous prince perhaps didn’t understand the power he now controlled. If anyone was mad enough to wield the right hand of doom and even think of capturing a prideful heart along with it, they most likely didn’t understand anything or were simply in no condition to make decisions about even their underwear for the day.
It serves me perhaps more than I’d like to admit, but it really puts a damper in my stroll when I can’t do it because of pain. At the rate it’s getting worse and the future it is most likely warning me about, I doubt I’ll be able to move by the end of the week.” which would typically be the time which his attacker would choose to come knocking.
Astaroth looked back at the witch once she mention the time limit and the gift. He was relieved Gluttony only had six days left. Astaroth liked to believe his defenses were good enough to last that long. Especially since he hadn’t received any warning of an approaching army from anywhere around the lake.
He waited patiently while she explained the ritual to the boy. It was not the time to speak nor his place. It was interesting to say the least to see the witch explaining. As Astaroth wasn’t a being that used magic like they did it was fascinating to observe. He would gladly sit through rituals performed by witches and warlocks just to see how it worked. To document the process and make a detailed report on witches and warlocks for future generations to read and learn from.
Thank you, Elder. I will gladly grant him full access to my library for study and I will do my best to keep the boy safe until he can return here to be raised in rank.” he bowed to Lavinia and turned to Oridin. “I’m afraid I can not travel with you nor can I leave my island to escort you back to my castle. But I will make sure a flag will be waiting for you at any dock you choose to travel from so that you may pass safely over the lake. If you wish I can send someone to keep you even safer on your way.[/b]” he waited for the boy to answer before nodding and removing his crown. He stood for a moment before his body crumbled into the golden sands it came from and Astaroth’s consciousness was transported back to his own body in Pride castle.

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Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Thankfully Astaroth was not stupid. Nor it seemed consumed as yet by his sin. In a way it was a blessing, but possibly a curse in disguise. The Prince of Pride was a man that used his insight to question the possible actions of others, in particular the other Princes. Astaroth continued to bring up questions, that Lavinia was more than happy to answer. After all, much was at stake and she knew exactly how best to play it.

“Is that his goal? To bring destruction upon the world?” A very good question. Lavinia paused for a moment, as a raven returned from its flight – message delivered. It landed upon the tip of Lavinia’s staff and stared with its black eyes at the Prince, then turned it’s head back to his Mistress, who nodded at the raven before speaking.

“One of hunger does not care what it consumes, so long as there is to be power gained from such. But I guess, that if you were to eat the world hollow, it would collapse therefore bringing its end. Imagine being so obsessed with this never ending hunger, you fail to see just what you are really doing.” Lavinia tutted, but then showed another smile. Knowing full well that Astaroth could rest easy with the fact he had six days to prepare, and with this new gift and the assistance of yet another to his cause. You would think he was blessed in a way to have so much going for him. Servants that would do anything to protect his royal heart.

Having accepted both the gift of the mage’s help and the items he would be carrying with him, Lavinia was happy to see them on their way.

As the Prince had arrived in the unorthodox manner of being nothing more than a golem, she watched the Prince advise the young Mage on what preparations would be made on his arrival at the lake. A flag would be at the dock, allowing safe passage over the lake to the castle proper. Once Astaroth’s body crumbled to nothing but golden sands, Lavinia turned to her young mage.

“I think that went rather well, don’t you?” Her voice having a delicious purr to it.

Pinching a tail feather from her trusty raven, she then tucked it gently into Oridin’s hair. “There…another gift. It will help you when the time comes.” She didn’t say how it would help, but clearly she knew more about the Pride kingdom than she had let on. Raising her hand, she revealed a sparkling golden mist that she then blew towards Oridin. This was to help him travel across to the lake of Pride, where no doubt others were waiting for safe passage.

“Now. You seek books. Feel free to use my library in my house. Take the two you need and then simply say “teleportavimas” You will leave Witches circle and Dyre immediately after.”

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Standing not far from where all this had taken place, Esme watched on silently. Her eyes were dilated and she could feel the very dark magic in the air….pulsing through her veins and teasing her mind. Would she be strong enough to fight it when the time came?

~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Apprentice listened to the two exchange words before the Prince of Pride offered allowing the library of Pride to be at his full usage ; it would seem that he would have to take the voyage alone as the Prince of Pride did not arrive naturally. This meant Oridin needed to get there with assistance of sorts ; he did feel a bit unease as going alone was never something he enjoyed but alas he needed to get out there into this world and understand more. The Prince of Pride would soon leave and the Apprentice would bow respectfully as he vanished ; Oridin would listen to the Elder as she had spoken to him as she placed a feather into his hair . He would bow again nervously but all the more gratefully for her help. –

Oridin Lexington :” Thank you for your assistance in my educational pursuits ! ”

– Oridin would run off but would slowly backtrack with a very awkward look in his face before his voice finally came back out . He didn’t know where to go , and felt quite flustered for storming off without having any knowledge of where she lived precisely and he didn’t want to go blindly looking . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” Um……. where is your house Elder ? ”

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“I know where it is.” Esme stepped out from behind one of the dead trees and offered a warm smile to both her aunt and Oridin. She’d been paying close attention to everything that had gone on and now she saw it may be a good time to step in. Surely Lavinia had more pressing matters, like speaking with her raven now that it had returned out of the two she sent away. Holding her hands in front of her with her fingers laced together, Esme turned side on and allowed Oridin to walk to her side so that the pair might start off together. Being aware that Oridin was to use one of Lavinia’s spells to move across to the lake of Pride, she did have some curiosity over the raven feather that had been gently inserted between locks of Oridin’s hair. Her eyes glanced up towards it with her eyebrows also raised. Not to let on that she was being so inquisitive, she called back to her aunt.

“I’m happy to show him the way back.” Esme added cheefully.

“Very well.” Lavinia’s tone was almost dismissive in its delivery as she returned to her knotted wood throne to sit and stroke her raven.

Knowing it would be foolish to hang around after the matter was done and dusted, Esme started off – reaching up to draw her hood over her head. Her long red cloak billowing behind her. A cool breeze had now whipped up. The chill was enough to raise the hairs on the back of your neck. Almost like a frozen hand strumming the air currents. So very strange. Esme did her best to ignore it.

As the pair walked along, Esme had to ask.

“The Queen is sending you on a very special assignment, but…I have a bad feeling about this.” Esme couldn’t help but get a sense of foreboding about the whole thing. First Lavinia sends Gluttony packing with a powerful banishment, then she brushes off Mariela, the Princess of Greed with a warning…..and now she is gifting Pride and sending the young Mage to do a spell of protection. Esme pursed her lips, but her worry was growing. This time piece that the Dark one spoke of….was doing harm…everywhere.

~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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– Oridin sighed with relief hearing Esme give him a sign of knowing where it was and with that Oridin went to the side of Esme to follow as the Elder dismissed them both. Off they went to the library of Lavinia , while walking Oridin’s mind was full of curious thoughts . How would the Kingdom of Pride be for a person like him ? He wished to know how it was out there when he got there , but before all of that he was curious on the nature of the spells in the library and hoped it expanded the nature of the spells he knew and hoped to learn as well as understand and the information he wished to acquire about the nature of light and dark. He didn’t forget the reason why he ended up in hell. It was all because of that….. kid. –

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– He was still curious on why the person was as skilled as he was with magic and the dark arts while having the appearance of a child . But who was that person ? Did he orchestrate Oridin’s being here? The male let out a sigh as he kept on thinking about it , but discarded the notion as he heard Esme speak which broke his train of thought back into reality. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Well I’m sure I should be fine. I’ll brave the possible dangers of the Kingdom of Pride with hopes that I’ll return with ease , but if not then I will come back regardless. I will miss you for the time that I must spend away. Keep me in your thoughts. ”

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– Oridin gave a soft smile as he spoke and continued on , with hopes they’d reach the library soon so he could get what he coulld and then depart for the Kingdom of Pride .-

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

So little was truly known about Oridin. Lavinia had never seemed interested enough to investigate his possible heritage. The only one who took the time to get to know him was Esme, and right now she had mixed emotions about him going on this assignment to Pride on Lavinia’s behalf. Though she had passed on her concerns, Oridin appeared relaxed and even happy to go wandering into the Kingdom of Pride. He went as far to say that he would face any dangers head on, with the hope of returning with ease. Either way, he assured Esme he’d come back regardless. Esme had to admire his courage, and conviction with each passing word, but that didn’t ease the worry in the back of her mind. The pair trudged along together, making their way back from the dead forest and into the more magical setting of the main village. Lavinia’s cottage, which was a simple single storied thatched building made from mud and stone sat in the midst of a beautiful garden that contained not just wildflowers, but also an array of herbs and spices that were handy in many different types of spells.

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Opening the hinge timber gate, Esme pushed on through and continued up the path. Lavinia’s library was at the back of the cottage, and they needed to pass through the living area and then down a corridor, once inside the cottage.

Esme’s heart warmed a little, to know that Oridin would miss her for all the time he was away. The young apprentice had found him to be more than just a good friend, but a confidant as well. The many afternoons laying in the wide fields and talking about their latest spells and potions, always made her feel at ease….it was one of the rare chances she had to truly be herself, without her aunt’s sometimes overshadowing control.

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Passing Esme’s own little bedroom that was not far off from the library, Esme stopped and then went inside to get something from her small treasure box. Whether Oridin stopped to watch her, she did not know but when she found the trinket, she closed her box and set it back on her dresser, before coming back out again.

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“Here…” In her outstretched hand, there was a small broach in the shape of a dragon. It was silver in colour, but when you turned it in the light, the scales of the dragon changed to a swirl of colours…all like a rainbow. “it belonged to….my Father. I want you to wear it and if you are ever in trouble…think of me.” Was there a spell attached to it? It was possible. Esme stared at Oridin and then closed her own fingers over his hand if he took the broach.

“Now…the library.” Having done as much as she could think to help him, she showed him through to where Lavinia kept all of her books.

“It’s a bit dusty in here. Sad to say, I don’t usually come in here if I can help it.” She stood at the door and watched Oridin enter.

~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– Oridin followed his friend into the cottage upon arrival ; he would stop for several moments here and there to take some self observant notes about the place as he was curious about the nature of the area they were in . Very much so that Esme would be able to go to her room without him noticing as he looked around the cottage interior until she approached him with an item of value –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you for this item , I’ll take very good care of it . ”

– When she mentioned that it’d be best to think of her during times of trouble he took the sign as a gesture and he’d smile ; nodding back at her as if telling her he understood. He was a bit flustered and didn’t know what words to say , that much could be seen by the nature of his reaction to her . When Esme had showed the direction to the library Oridin’s jaw slowly opened as he stared , his eyes glowing with interest and fascination about the knowledge that these books may very well have.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” So. Much. Books !!! ”

 

The Witches Circle – Lavinia’s Curse : PD

Banishing the Lord of Gluttony; Prince Beelzebub, was just the start of the dramas that were to unfold for those present at the Witches Circle.

 

Fu:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Oridin’s Cabin === > Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” *huff huff * Slow down , I still didn’t catch my breath but what’s this energy coming from ; Is that from a Elder Witch ? ”

– Oridin didn’t reach the Circle yet but he was able to feel the currents of magic in the air , all being drawn towards the nature of the spell being cast ; a banishment one at that and extremely potent too. The Apprentice finally reached Esme and would spot the newcomers , people all foreign to him but this didn’t make him afraid but just wary . He didn’t see such a big person before in his life , but that can always change . What concerned him was that now seeing one of the Strongest Witches with an extremely potent force at her disposal , all of the power that she’s accumulated through her own special means would be disastrous if she didn’t show any mercy but that too was all up to the chance whether or not she decided to be lenient . Oridin would assume by the fact she hasn’t done anything but release a portal into existence that he was meant to return to another land , that of course meaning he was not welcome here of all places . Was he an enemy ? An acquaintance ? Or a person who done them wrong ? Oridin hurried up to catch up to Esme finally and let out a big sigh to indicate how draining it was for him to get where he was now . –

Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”

Sieg:

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Losing his motorcycle, losing his drinks, most likely losing his reward for retrieving this girl and having this Prince having a hold of his hat and even going as far as to threaten him was bad enough, and having a soul forced inside his body made things even wrost for him and just made him desire he could lunge at Beel right now just to rip off his jaw and stick his fist so deep down his stomach at the holy knuckles would melt it. So the soul stuck in him didn’t needed to clarify that, in the end he wouldn’t have done it anyways…if anything he would have find it funny that this guy was stuck here

First of all…don’t you give me orders you scum…second…if you want to go so badly to hell I will take you there, just give me a moment to rip your ugly face to shreds and mail you back to your lapdogs in a trash bag

He threatened him back, grinning at him almost like if he taunted the prince to come closer and fight him right there. Yeah, it was a bad idea and Grey knew it well, but if Beel consumed him then he had no means to go back home and he would most likely eat the holy knuckles too and basicly get something wrost than a just pain inside his belly. And if Grey actually won, he would have the pleasure to punch this guy into submission and humilliate him because a mere undead managed to hurt him, an Archdemon, with a pair of holy items. Of course…before he could insult him again something happend, and upon turning his head Grey saw something that pretty much induced fear into him

Oh my…

Grey had very few rules, but out of those few rules one stood quite high compared to the rest and it was to never, ever, piss off a powerful witch because it usually ended up badly. And he knew this because he had a brief and pretty physically painful romance with one very long ago…with the difference that the one that he got mad was nowhere near as powerful as this one that basicly removed him and the feline that the girl’s body called Kat out of the way with no effort, causing Grey to basicly crash into a stone as he looked up, sightly terrified at what was happening

Just great…just what I needed…

I don’t have enough energy to even teleport my ass out of here…and that psycho is going to surely go after my ass next…dammit! this was meant to be an easy job!

Still not used to his thoughts being heard, Grey looked to the sides, ddesperatelyseeking for the whereabouts of his motorcycle in case that by miracle it was still intact and he could take off before that witch decided to get rid of him as well…but sadly for him the only thing around was a lonely wheel hanging from a branch of a tree…which for Wattson it meant that he was currently done for if he also called upon the witch’s anger. Yet, almost like a miracle someone approached him, offering him a chance to get out of there

Stay here and be around THAT…or go with this one to who knows where…yup…definetly I pick the stranger here, I would pick a black van that says free candy at this point

You don’t have to say it twice darling, anywhere is better than here

He did not doubted for a moment when he reached out and took her hand, as he said any place was better than their current location or so he believed, so he just reached out and without a doubt took Kat’s hand, just hoping that her teleporting methods were a bit more accurate or better than his…in the end the last thing he wanted was to end up falling down again to the ground from a long distance and having to hold someone to avoid them getting damaged. So he hoped, to his inside, that she knew what she was doing or that at least she would get them the hell away from here.

Zetta:

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The magical beings all seemed to be in shock at Beelzebub’s presence, something he felt even without the tension rising from the especially angry witch. She had been exclaiming at this point, swarming with magical energy.. To him though she was just a big bowl of soup with various other food particles within it, that he could suck right up. He felt the pressure from the rumbling, all now inside of her, finding it to be a strong force in itself. However, even now, nothing he’d felt could match the power of the Devil himself. A force that he had met in his youth, so to face this, especially with his mighty physique as well as his small resistance to such magical entities: The glutton prince tilted his head back, the princess’ body was still being digested, marking how unfortunate he was at this moment. If he was put to blows with another creature of even slightly lower power than he, he would find them a hard match-up.. But the all-powerful magician wanted nothing to do with Beel, shouting out that he was to begone, a portal opening up for the male.

She gave him the perfect opportunity, the sooner he had returned this body to his Kingdom the better. So he only smiled at them all. “This isn’t over, mage!” He said, turning his back to face the portal as it had been drawing him in, it pulled his body with strong force that he could not resist anyway.. Beelzebub had no quarrels with anyone but the chaos magic user, the boy had just made a very powerful enemy. Could he make powerful allies here?.. Who knew as the portal closed, ridding the sacred place of one of Hell’s most foul.

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Sayaka was glad that Kat was able to hear her despite having been in a spiritual form, and thanks to that Sayaka reentered the body of Grey for the duration of their trip, glad that Kat at least had an idea of where they could go. Where would they go? Who would they meet? Was it someone from another kingdom? Or was it someone else? The situation around here was too volatile to ask for help, so where could Kat be taking them? Time would have to tell.

Razorbackwriter:The Witches Circle.

There was an eruption of emerald coloured flames the moment that the Prince of Gluttony had gone through the portal created by Lavinia in her moment of absolute anger. Smoke trailed high into the air, and there were cries from all the other Elders, be them witch or warlock as Lavinia was still channeling their powers. Only Esme and Oridin were free from the Lead Elder’s powerful hold. Kat, along with Grey had managed to escape the area, but their current destination was unknown to those present. Few in fact would have seen them leave.

Esme was standing with Oridin, who had both arrived just as all hell was breaking loose.

Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”

“The Elders of Dyre…all of them.” She was panting hard, and watching in horror as her aunt had harnessed all their powers, along with that of the ancestors. What she hadn’t seen was the black specters that had been released from the earth beneath the circle stones. They would have been brought from the East – the dark lands of Dyre. One thing that Esme knew for certain was, that even though Lavinia was incredibly powerful, she could not possibly maintain that much power within her current form. Not only was she a danger to everyone around her, but also to herself. The one that had been sent back via a banishment spell was unknown to Esme, who was not one to travel to Hell, unlike Katrina. The wily cat witch went wherever she liked, and that often got her into a lot of mischief.

Marguerite, the Dark One….all of them were unable to move. Frozen in their places and caught up in powerful streams that all continued to flow into the Queen of witches in the center of the circle. Barely able to move his head, the Dark one mumbled through gritted teeth.

“She….must….release….the..Elders…power.” It was draining everyone and there was a terrible sound coming from the lips of many. So much pain as if drawing on their own essence. Not fearing for her own safety, Esme jumped into the circle and sprinted across till she came to stand at Lavinia’s side, facing the spot where the Prince had vanished.

“Aunty….please, let it go!” Her voice was one of desperation. Her love for her Aunt and those around her showing in her eyes. Pleading with her Aunt. Little did she know that the woman’s inner darkness had been awoken, never to be put to sleep again. Her head slowly turned to that of her apprentice and niece, recognizing the girl that she had raised. She was blood. She was also innocent.

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Voices whispered once more, urging Lavinia to release. The worst was over and the threat had gone…for now. As simple as turning off a switch, the Elder closed her eyes, and all the links to the Elders around the circle was severed – like a cold blade slicing a vein. Witches and warlocks fell to the ground, including Marguerite and Shamus. The earth stopped trembling, but if one cared to see the dark specters had not gone back into the ground. They had found a new host and were not about to release her.

Esme reached for her Aunt’s hand, which was so cold to the touch. Where was the warmth that was usually there? The young apprentice looked about for Katrina, but she could not see her anywhere. Had the feline witch escaped her good friend’s wrath?

In the background, Shamus held his hand out for Marguerite to take so he could help her to her feet. The Black matriarch huffed loudly, before accepting it. He was the last person she ever wanted to touch. Thankfully, the area itself was undamaged from what had occured, but not all damage was visible to the naked eye. When Shamus had dusted himself off, along with Marguerite, who kept swatting him with her fan – he then looked across at Lavinia and her apprentice. He couldn’t help but grin to himself.

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“Looks like the young witch has courage after all.” Truth was in coming days she was going to need it. Seeing Oridin standing close, the Dark one swanned over to his side. “So you’re the one that Esme found. Welcome to the Witches Circle, boy.” ~RB~ 

RPC : Lavinia Ramoska – The Princess Diaries.

Lavinia Ramoska

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Quote: “Do not call up that which you cannot put down.”

Title: Lavinia the Elder, Queen of Witches, Supreme Witch of Dyre, Matriarch of the Ramoska Family
Birthplace: Ancestral land of Dyre
Race: Witch
Age: Over one thousand years.
Family: Niece, Esme – who serves as her apprentice.
Associates: The Dark One, Katrina, The Black Family, The Ramoska Family – extended.

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Appearance: Statuesque raven haired woman with a silver greyish skin, dark lips and a diamond shaped face. Eyes are black, and she has high set cheek bones, with a small nose. Stands at 5’6″ in heights and weighs in at approximately 48 kilos. Her long locks are either kept tied in braid or plaits when not engaged in battle, otherwise they are free flowing and fall just short of the base of her back.

Known more in peaceful times for her wares, rings and spells, she is often seen as the one people go to when in most dire need, or summons her fellow kin and associates ie: Elders when there is significant changes in the use and practices of magic, or disturbances in nature.

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Personality: In peaceful times, Lavinia is a polite and charming woman, devout to her practices of the craft and the sanctity of the Witches circle. But there was a time, long ago where she was crossed by her one true love, and thus brought about a change to the Witch. While this incident has faded from the memory of many, Lavinia had to cast a spell upon her self to make her forget the terrible things she did. Betrayal, the catalyst for her dark side. One never would wish to awaken the darkness within, for it would be at their own peril.

Pets/Companions: Black stallion – a gift from a Human King, a black raven, and a hunting dog, which she uses whilst in the forests to hunt. These creatures are also engaged in battle when required, as they can be transformed with her spells into much larger beasts.

Powers:

Elemental Manipulation of Plantlife, earth and rock.

Magic Attacks
The user can release/use magic to attacks of various shapes and/or intensities, either projected, used as a part of melee attacks, etc., from huge rays of pure energy that can knock over or even obliterate dozens of targets, or slightly singe them.

Concussion Beams: Release beams of solidified magic.
Expanding Magic Bolts: Project magic that expands rapidly on contact with an object.
Formulated Magic Blasts: Release blasts of magic in a form of a creature or object.
Hand Blasts: Release magic blasts from hands.
Magic Ball Projection: Create and launch spheres of magic.
Magic Blast: Release magic over a specific target area.
Magic Bolt Projection: Release low powered projectiles of magic.
Magic Bombs: Create bombs/explosions of magic.
Magic Bullets: Fire in short sequence over a wide area.

Power Absorption
The user can steal powers from others, usually this is temporary and the victims naturally regain their lost power, but some users may be able to steal powers permanently.

Defensive Magic:

Force-Field Generation
User is able to create a shield, wall or a field to protect themselves, with varying appearances and materials. The fields can be formed from energy, element, shaped from environment or formed by manipulating smaller items to form greater whole.

Force-fields are not impenetrable and can usually be removed by an energy drain or extreme weight. Some users are also able to throw shields away from themselves or to catch things with them, while other users may be able to mold them into any shape.

Healing
User can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the user may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the patient has died, it would transcend healing and would require resurrection instead.

Magical Energy Absorption
The user can absorb magical energy, power and other forms of magic to increase users physical and/or supernatural abilities. The user can forcibly drain the magic of other entities and possibly entire dimensions with enough power.

Shape shifting
The user can shapeshift their form, transforming and reshaping down to the genetic and cellular structure. They can impersonate others or enhance one’s body for combat, either by turning into animals, monsters or make the body stronger. Users with particularly flexible abilities can manipulate their form at will, combining abilities, traits, etc, even being able to form limbs into weapons and reforming after being blown apart by explosives.

Flight

Magic Aura
The user can surround themselves in matter and/or energy of any type of magic. The aura also possesses immensely strong magical properties that could work to user’s advantage depending on the type of magic they wield, allowing them to gain strength from the respective element of the aura. Coincidentally, depending on what type of magic the user has, their magical aura can take the appearance of their power.

The user is also capable of increasing the strength of their aura via the magic of spells, charms, or even magical elements

Magic Sensing
The user can sense the presence and source of magical energies. Users can inherently feel magical energy in their vicinity regardless of where it may be present.

Ancestral link – power channeling
Potion Creation – for various purposes (i.e. explosive, healing)

Spell Casting
User can cast spells, an action that allows one to magically alter reality to varying extents. It is often a series of words that take effect when spoken, though others are able to cast spells merely by thinking, with gestures, or through a ritual of some sort.

Summoning
The user can transport person, creature, or object of choice by means of Teleportation, Dimensional Travel, Portal Creation or some other way. This may also result from a previous summoning contract, which creates a connection between the summon and summoner.

High level users may not be bound by restrictions such as a contract, and can summon anything they want, including powerful beings or “familiar spirits” and often require strong mystic connections to where these entities reside. Users can call upon fairies, angels, demons, or animal spirits, just to name a few.

The summoning can backfire, however, leading to any number of misfortunes, such as the summoned person, creature, or item causing harm to the summoner.

Telekinesis
Telepathy
Teleportation
Transmutation
Abjuration: The power to protect/heal.
Force-Field Generation

Conjuration: The power to transport living and non-living things.

Teleportation
Divination: The power to gain information.
Extrasensory Perception

Enchantment: The power to influence the minds/emotions.

Illusion: The power to create illusions.
Disappearing
Illusive Appearance
Transmutation: The power to transform living things.

Weaknesses: Over use of powers over prolonged period. It is impossible to maintain that much energy in the body and not have it expelled back into the earth.
Her other weakness – Love.

At the heart of the Land of Dyre, which is accessible through the planes from Hell, Lavinia is the Elder to whom most go to when there are matters of magic and its misuse. A Queen of Witches, the descendant of the Ramoska family of Central Europe, she has managed to starve off the aging process through sacrifices and the passing on of powers through her ancestors. When her time is done, Esme will inherit all of her vast power, but for now she leads the Elders of the Witches Circle.

 

The Captain and Xzilia.

A new fantasy story that is a collaborative with dreamcircle125 of wordpress.  

RB:   The roar of the motorcycle powering down the city lane was heard from quite a distance away.  Punters for the local club were lined up for a night of dancing and drink.  It was Saturday night – not to mention a full moon was out.  The city streets shrouded in a light mist as fog rolled in from the wharves.  The blazing headlight of the motorcycle grew larger, illuminating the shivering club goers.  The tempretures of late had been just above freezing, as the continued snow fall had blanketed the city.  
The harley pulled up just at the curb, in between two cars and the rider backed it in to park on an angle, the engine giving a last growl before he shut the engine off.  The rider slowly removed his helmet, to reveal a shock of black and silver hair, that fell down to cover his eyes from view.  Slowly, he peeled off his gloves and placed them both within the helmet, and then hooked the helmet upon the back of the bike.  
Seeing the crowd moving to get inside, the rider made a mental count of the numbers.  It was clear for anyone to see, that the place was going to be packed. Kicking the foot stand, the rider swung his leg off the bike.  The bitter cold air pinched at his cheeks, and he buried his hands into his pockets, as he ventured towards the club entrance.  The coloured neon lights flashed, offering a shade of red to illuminate the rider’s face as he stood before the bouncers.  The man was known to them, and both stepped aside, to allow him entry.  This was one of his prime hunting grounds, and he was here to feed.
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DC:   The low purrs of blazing hot engine rumbled in as eyes watched the newcomer enter into the crowd of people and bikes. The beings own bike rested between two cars and at the sight of him peeked the curiosity of a youthful killer. Her head cocked to the side with a smile as she stepped from the alley way and towards the throng of people. However, this was a club and entry was harder than stalking and hunting. Bulky bouncers blocked her way just ahead and, slipping through a patch of shadows, she peeled away her casual outfit and emerged completely different. 
Long pale legs strode towards the two men, the click clack of velvet heels echoing on the walkway. Dresses where over rated for her style, she preferred short black shorts showing half her ass and a blood red thong peeking out from the top. A white tee, lettered with unknown texts, covers her C-cup breasts smoothly. As for a coat, she loved a black trench, always did her good when she needed to sleep elsewhere that wasn’t a bed.
Charming looks and an even more charming smile. She looked the part and it was time to act it. Arriving in front of the men her silken voice gave way to venomous words. “Hello. My you two men are quite the treasure for being just bouncers.”
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RB:  The bouncers were from one of those south sea islands.  Dark tanned skin, broad shoulders…and thick necks.  Their eyes hidden behind dark shades as they stared down at the girl that was giving her all in trying to get in.  One even raised a shaped brow at her words, whilst the other let out a loud chuckle – which had his belly roll beneath his black silken shirt.  “Flattery huh?  You hear that Bubba, we be treasures.”  The other bouncer joined in with the banter and he too gave out a laugh that was louder than it needed to be.  “She must really want in, bro.”  The two men glanced at each other, while the crowd started to get restless in behind.  The girl had cut in the line.  Not seeing the harm in it, and due to the fact she was the kind of girl that had men constantly buying drinks, the bouncer on the right lifted the rope and waved the girl on through.
The first thing to see, once you passed through the doors, was the strobe lights that bounced off the walls, illuminating the darkness within.  The heavy pound and throbbing of the bass line was hypnotic, and the patrons were already hard at it on the dance floor.  The DJ was a favorite for a Saturday night, and many had come just to hear his tracks.  He was like a King, lording over his subjects.  Punching his fist out at the crowd in time to the beat.  High above, light sets rolled and rotated sending dazzling coloured beams in all directions.  Girls in white were illuminated by the black lights, which meant that in some ways their garments became almost see through.  
Down at the far end of the bar, the biker was leaning with his back to the timber bar top.  A toothpick was rotating out past his lips, as he surveyed the pulsating throng of bodies.  So many to choose from, it was a virtual meat market.  The rider hadn’t bought a drink.  He didn’t need to.  What he wanted wasn’t exactly on tap.
 
DC:   “What a bunch of sarcastic men.” She hissed when she walked passed the mass of meat. Inside was musky, hot blooded bodies with pulses louder than the music itself. She bit her lower lip as calm brow eyes turned shadowy black. Grey tipped black hair fell down her back as she let it down. The air grew heavier and she strutted to the bar, leaning on her elbows and popping her rump out a bit.
“Barkeep! Give me a 11am Shot!” A drink to get the night started, 11 alcohols in a small glass boiled her blood as she threw back the beverage. Now asking for a weaker drink she turned and eyed a few hot bodies across the masses. Out of most of them they were more sober, and she enjoyed something that fought back.
However she was soon reminded why she made her way into this club as she spotted the male down the bar. Eyes back to brown she sighed and sat down in a stool and watched him for a while. She kept it at simple glances and shy looks, but eventually she just started staring for better information.
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RB:  Dark eyes scanned the night crowd as it moved in a pulsating rhythm with that of the music.  Already Louis was picking out potentials for the night’s events.  A crease of a smile forming as his head nodded in time to the beat.  He wore a black t’shirt and matching jeans with boots, so there was nothing about him that appeared to be overdone or made him stand out in the crowd.  His eyes however, oh they were something.  Practically black in colour, the white so sharp as they peered at the crowd beneath his eyelids.  He was about to push off the bar, when he felt the gaze of another now settled upon him.  Unusual as that was, he turned his head towards a girl that had been downing shots at the other end.  
Louis zeroed in on the girl.  Why?  Because he happened to notice the sudden change in the colour of her eyes.  Oh…..so he had competition.  No human could pull off a trick like that.  So instead of making his way to the dance floor as he had planned, Louis instead started to walk towards the girl.  Now, she had brown eyes, but he knew what he had seen.
Sidling up along side her, he stared straight ahead at the barkeep.
“Water.”  
His fingers strummed the bar, while he leaned forward. He eventually turned his head towards her and said…
“You’re new here huh?”
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DC:  He was dressed to hide, but there is always something different about a man with unknown power. She smirked as he scanned the room, bobbing his head to the music, and twirling his toothpick. When he spotted her she looked awya and had her finger rim a shot glass before she tossed it back. The liquid warmed her throat for a split second then faded and when she went to look back at the man she noticed he was moving towards her.
She turned her head and waited for him, continuing to rim her glass. She could smell his blood, musky with a rich spice. She heard him speak to her, something about being new, and she turned towards him with a small smile.
“Yes, a little. I don’t like entering into bars and clubs.” She nips the inside of her lip and smiles.
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RB – Louis smirked when watching the girl reply to him with that way about her.  Sure, she was new alright.  Pinching the edge of his toothpick, Louis took it out from between his teeth and tossed it into an ashtray, before leaning heavier on the bar top.  The barkeep placed the frosted glass of water in front of Louis, before going back to serving the other thirsty patrons.  Drumming his fingers lightly upon the wooden top, it would be easy to see that his nails were filed almost into sharp points.  It was unusual for a man to have nails in this fashion, but he didn’t have them like that purely for cosmetic reasons.  Around his neck, he wore a strange pendant, that looked to be some sort of crest.  Like a coin that had been hand pressed a couple hundred years ago and the chain looked to be like lead.  Louis also had an arm guard that was made from braided leather and quite worn.  With his sort of windswept and interesting appeal, you could be forgiven for thinking he had stepped off the set of some pirate movie.  Except his clothing was a little more suited to the modern era.  His left cheek had a jagged scar that ran down just below his eye.  It had long time healed but its prominance certainly meant he was a man of action – not one of words.
The left corner of his lip twitched ever slightly as he started to push the glass around, almost absently.  Oh, he had already taken a good whiff of her scent and had seen the change in her eye colour, so you could say that he was on to her.
Without warning, he said.  
“See anything you like?”  
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DC:   She grinned and turned around, resting her back on the bar. Hair fluttering again she pointed across the room casually to some now buzzed patrons in the somewhat VIP area. 
“Those six over there, they have drank a bit more when I first seen them, but they still seem sweeter than the rest of the tedious ones.” Her brown eyes glowed as she turned to the man. The flashing lights gave her color, but the black lights made her glow as if she was standing naked under a full moon. 
With this said she lowered her finger and turned back to the bar ordering another shot, looking at the man. 
“So, why do you ask? Are they yours instead?” She didn’t know what he meant, but hey he seemed to be either amused or challenging. She liked a fight in her dinner, maybe even in bed, but with someone of equal strength that she don’t know she wouldn’t bother with that. 
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RB – Louis perked a brow, and happened to glance over his shoulder at the VIP area that the girl had just pointed out.  So she was on the prowl.  Nailed it.  By the way Louis reacted however, he didn’t seem to give a toss about the crowd that she had her eyes on.  If that was what she wanted to feed on….all the luck to her.  In fact, he might even want to see her technique in catching her prey.  Anything beat having to watch some of the people attempt to dance on the floor.  The more they drank, the worse they got.  You could tell that Louis was not the kind of man that tried to show off in front of others.  Not like half the blue shirts that were in the club.  Business executives on their night away from their families – trying to impress any girl with a good set of legs.  Louis had seen it all before.  
Watching the girl turn back towards the bar, Louis stayed silent for a moment, only going back to stare straight ahead.  He gave off this really cold exterior, that may be considered to be intimidating at best.  It may make her wonder, or even second guess herself at his intent.  Again, he drummed his nails upon the timber top – but if she cared to listen he made the same pattern of sound…again…and again…and again.  It was almost hypnotic in a way.  What was his game?
“You’d know if they were mine.”  His voice had a gravel like quality to it.  He didn’t even look at her as he spoke.  He lifted a boot up onto the foot rail below, and she might hear an odd tink sound of metal from his heel.  Who was this guy?
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DC – She raised a tempting eyebrow, was he trying to get her curious about him? He didn’t have to try so hard, she actually wanted to drink from his veins and learn all he is. However, more important things were at foot when her targeted food began to leave.
“Crap, what bad timing.” She curses as her clothing changes in a veil of shadows. She now wears tight black pants, tank, and weaponized combat boots all her casual wear. She looked at the man and took his glass of water, sipping it. “I hope we can meet again, I want to learn more about you.”
She follows the VIP group out the door with a flap of her coat. 
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RB-  At the precise moment that the girl started to change, Louis’s finger drumming came to an abrupt halt.  He didn’t even have to look behind him to see that the group that the girl had in her sights were on the move.  The vampire’s hand pushed the glass of water back as he stood up to full height. His chin rising as he did so, and this was when the girl would get a far better look at him.  Rugged, and with a light stubble across his chin and just up the sides of his cheek, like a shadow almost.  He had no intention of drinking the water that he ordered, all that was for show.  
Giving a sideways glance towards Little Miss Combat, he wet his lips with his tongue and then you could see the small flash of one of his dog teeth.  She made her farewell speech and that she hoped to see him again.  He didn’t say a word.  Didn’t bat an eyelid, but those eyes did follow her as she left the club, going after the group from the VIP section.  As the door closed, he reached in his pocket and took out an old time piece.  He flipped up the silver hood and then grinned as he started to count down.
“5…4…3…2…”
In that moment he simply vanished in a blur of silver and black, leaving the barman looking bewildered.
The door was thrown open by some force….but what, before it flapped back and forth on it’s hinges.
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DC – Raising the last kicking body into the air the terrified woman now faces death. Her friends lay scattered across the ground of a parking lot about a block away, why are humans so foolish. She screams with such force her voice becomes raspy before Xzilia’s teeth sink into the woman’s neck, blood bursting into her mouth and streaming down her chin. When she finishes she tears a chunk of her neck out and drops the body, gnawing on the flesh.
Shadows pour out of her body as she twirls a knife in a bored fashion. Cracking her neck she begins to walk away with a yawn.
“That was quite impressive, they actually managed to scratch me.” She chuckles and begins to head home, she was in need of a shower to wash the blood away.
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RB-  Never…ever talk to yourself when someone could be watching you.  Someone was.  Oh yes, he had enjoyed the spectacular blood letting and frenzied style of this girl, but she appeared to be just a little cocky….and a whole lot of sloppy.  As she twirled her knife and let out a yawn, walking away from the scene of chaos and blood, a hand would reach around and clasp over her mouth, while the other hand seized her wrist and gripped it with a force that was so strong, it could easily snap bone like a twig.  That same musky scent that the girl had encountered within the bar, was now wafting all around her.  Louis had a funny way of saying hello.  His body pressed hard up against her back, and he bent his head enough so she could feel the slight stubble against her ear, as he whispered coarsely.
“I could do more…than scratch you, lovey.”
His nails started to sink into her flesh as he started to lick earlobe.  His breath was surprisingly cool, but his body….that felt like it was on fire.
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DC – Eyed widened, she was suddenly restrained. She attempted to look behind her however HE wouldn’t let her. With her wrist being squeezed she dropped her knife, but with the other hand she gripped his arm and tried to pull it off her mouth. Then she felt his stubble and his oddly cool breath against her skin as he whispered his sweet words.
“Mmmph!” 
Words muffled she trembled against his body as he licked her. It felt great, not the licking, but his body. The heat radiated from it and it felt toned as ever, at leased she hoped. However, she aslo didnt like being restrained either, therefore she began to free herself. Shadows began to wrap around the man and constricted him, eventually pulling him off and pinning him to the ground. She too now sit on him, straddling his waist.
“You dare to grab me from behind?”
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RB-  What a nimble little minx this girl was turning out to be.  Some women actually like a bit of rough and tumble, but this girl – she didn’t like being silenced.  She fought with might and let out a loud sound that could have been a swear word, had it not been muffled by his hand.  But while she tried to say one thing, her body said another.  Oh the sweet talk a body makes when faced with danger.  The shiver like tremble that could be felt across his skin gave him all the more reason to want to taste the divine flesh of her being.  She smelt of a fresh kill, and that was just how he liked it.
With the clever use of her shadow manipulation, the girl wound him up in enough that would allow herself to be freed, and in doing so she managed to force him back and pin him to the ground.  He landed with a dull thud against the cement, but to his delight, the woman then straddled him, so he had a fantastic view of her well shaped breasts.  
“I like a little back door, but…hey…I would never say no to a girl that liked to be on top.”
Louis had a wicked gleam to his eye, as he made a grab for her hips, and then swung her over so he was now on top of her and she was the one pinned to the ground beneath him.  Her hair splayed out open the concrete that framed her delicate face like it was a picture worth painting.
He gripped both her hands with one and held them over her head as he leered down just inches from her face.  He was panting like an animal, his dark eyes burrowing into hers with a ferocity that she may find shocking.
“This is better…”
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DC:   She smirked flexing her hands, his grip was tight and the view she had was quite pleasant. She paused for a moment and tilted her head, eyes a hypnotic sea of black. Shadows swirled from the ground as she began to sink down. 
“You want to play well lets play darling.” And she pulls him into the hole with her. The place they enter is black as night, and slowly they float to the ground with liquid to their ankles. She is bare, pale as the moon with not a cloth on her body as she raises her hands. She giggles as a weapon forms from the liquid below.
“I’m sorry, but you seemed persistent to play ‘Restrain Me’ therefore I brought you to a world of equality. MY true hunting grounds, the Shadow Whisper. You can have all the power you had in that weak world, but i have upgraded.” She begins striding around him dragging the forming weapon.
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RB –  Slipping into the black hole that had been formed from the woman’s shadow manipulating ability, the vampire soon found himself floating to the ground which was covered in a sickly black substance.  In this reality, the woman is now without cloth – bare naked as the day she was born.  The vampire however, oh he was still wearing the same garb as he had in the club.  Everything.  From the pocket watch that he had pulled out of his pocket to check the time, to the special crest pendant that he wore on a special chain around his neck. THEN there was the leather gauntlet that seemed to be fashioned from leather.  But what kind of leather you may ask?  So many mysteries to the man that had yet to be unlocked by the woman, who so boldly now strutted around Louis like a tiger that was stalking her prey.  She didn’t get it yet, did she?
This woman, whose name remained unknown certainly felt that she had the upper hand in this world of her creation.  Spun from what was like miasma (miasma (Μίασμα, ancient Greek: “pollution”), a noxious form of “bad air”, also known as “night air”.), but if that were the case, he would feel a sense of nausea, or at least a foul smell to the air.  No this was definitely shadow manipulation at its finest.  An art that was known to few.  He had to admire her persistence at not wanting to be restrained.  Unlike many submissives that craved such attentions – especially in being tied up or bound.
Louis tugged lightly on the leather gauntlet that he had around his wrist, and it started to weave slowly up his arm, like a snake slithering.  Oh, sure.  She was full of surprises….but so was he.
Louis must have been at least seven hundred or so years old.  From a long line in Europe, he had lived, died, and seen so much that this world and the other had to offer.  To find a girl with this much talent, and able to draw him out of the mortal world was remarkable, to say the least.  Was he intimidated?  Hardly.  If anything, he was most amused.
The medallion around his neck shimmered as he started to golf clap her efforts.  She might have viewed this as him being chauvinist, but on the contrary – he was impressed.
“So, Miss.  Do you plan to use that?”  He gestured to the forming weapon, as watched her with eyes black as death.
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DC – She noticed his sudden changes and debated her next decisions carefully, what would she do? She giggled playfully and licked her lips as the massive blood scythe finished being created. 
“Oh no sweetness, this special weapon is for you. I may not scare you now but I will make you think twice before attempting to restrain me.” She lifts the scythe then spins it skillfully over her head before stopping, not wanting to feel like a stuck up show off. She gripped the shaft and walked it to the male, holding it out for him to take. 
“Its an extra boost for your own, powers.” She giggles cutely and tilts her head, breasts bouncing softly.
She took the time to study his medallion closely and hummed some with a grin. Looking up at him she winked seductively and began to step backwards exposing herself to any and all attacks he has to show her.
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RB-  Now, its one thing to be in the black world of this girl’s creation.  It’s another to start trusting a smiling cat that suddenly wants to offer you a gift when she is bouncing about all cutesy like.  Louis merely glanced down at the offered handled and smirked.
“Mother always said, never take candy from a stranger.”  
He had a definite grin when he said this, as the girl was suddenly going from being defensive to being coy and cute like a mouse.  Did she really think he was that gullible?  Louis took a moment to see that she had been staring at his chest and of course the medallion that rested on a light cushion of chest hair.  She was humming and grinning.  Winking at him as though she was now on display for any nocturnal desires that he might have.  Sure, she had the body that could make a man turn to jelly, but Louis was made of harder stuff.  
Dancing about now, with not a care in the world.  Like a big red target was painted on her rump, one that he wanted to smack, just to spite her.
“You’re a very naughty girl, lovey.”
His fingers reached up and he started to stroke the pendant gently, and as the girl stepped backwards she would hear his voice coming from in behind her….though…he was also standing in front of her.
“Like a ghost from the wind, he comes from the sea. And trembles the foe, like a storm on the lee.”  
Her own black shadow formations begin to swirl like that of a rough and ready sea.  Raising up higher and then crashing down around the trio.  How was it he could be in two places at once, and why did he speak like a pirate?  She might just want to know, who she brought down into her world, for he was certainly not one of either….
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DC:   Impressive, but unfazed. She had to admit that he had more power than she thought but she wasn’t using power or techniques. Dopplegangers was something simple, she could make millions with no effort. The only effort she would put in was physically resisting the urge to tear him to pieces in this world. That is what this place was made for, utter and complete killing.
She drew in a long deep breath and filled her lungs. Lacing her fingers together she closed her eyes and released the breath as two bloody pillars smashed into both bodies, one obliterated and the other being thrown to the side. Black blood shadows form as she opens her eyes and tilts her head forward looking at the man. 
“Stop toying with me, show me something impressive or I’ll make you mine.” She sighed heavily wanting something other than show now. A fight, some action, something than watching him get all charged up.
Now she moved, but instead of taking a step her body became blood and she sunk into the liquid below and threw him into the air. 
“Hurry up!”
Her fist slammed into his gut and she sent him back into the ground, blood covering his body as one article of clothing has now disappeared from his body.
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RB-  The mouse did not enjoy the game that had been played, though she thought that she was in full control in this world of her making, she underestimated the man before…and behind her.  All the while that they had faced each other, the slithering leather of his gauntlet was moving up and over his arm, crossing underneath his fabric and winding around and around his body, while the medallion was actually moving within it’s centre.  It was very much alive.  The image was of a serpent that was wound around a sword.  The woman’s distaste for him was now evident in her facial expression, her patience wearing thin.  A crude grin was forming as she snarled and then inhaled deeply – a breath that would fill her lungs to capacity.  From this action, she brought her hands together as she closed her eyes and released two blood pillars. One to hit the man behind her, the other to hit the man in front.  Louis took the hit on full – it sent him spiriting across the void, while the man behind her simply dematerialized as if he was never there at all.  
Louis rose slowly from the black shadow like sludge as she came at him, barking like a junk yard dog that she wanted to see something that would be impressive…something she could fight against.
“You want me to unzip my britches?” 
Oh he hadn’t lost his sense of humor that was a fact.  Clearly enjoying this out pouring of emotion and hate.  The more she did it, the more he enjoyed it.  But then, she decided to take matters into her hands, going for a full body blow.  As she slammed her fist into his stomach, which was incredibly hard, unlike that of a human male, his right hand shot out and snatched at her wrist as they made contact.  Closed in quarter combat.  Oh how he had craved for this.  The strange leather that had been curling around his body was now able to be used effectively. Eyes and a head appeared for the gauntlet was actually a sinister serpent, and the fangs bore down upon her flesh  – sinking deep into her skin, while Louis grip only got stronger.  He was holding this..naked woman right up to his body and he growled down fiercely so she could not escape his words…
“With a bone cold glare, and a sneer on his lips; he has a cannon by his side…and a snake upon his wrist.”
His free hand snatched at her hair behind her head, and brought her in for a crushing kiss, to seal her fate. For the fair maiden….there would be no escape.
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DC:   Vile man! He was able to catch her off guard with that wicked bracelet and a surprise kiss. Whatever he did she didn’t like it as a throbbing pain slithered up her arm  and her lips tingled. However, it wouldn’t render her useless, didn’t make a dent yet it seemed. When she was planted back on ground her arm was limp and she glared down at it distastefully, would she have to loose a limb to fight?
“What a good trick, maybe I can show you one of mine too…” Slowly the liquid boiled and rose around her as armor now formed. She would get serious now, and a bit playful, as she now wielded a bastard sword with a length of 5′ in total. 
Gold and ruby red text, ancient to the royal vampires, was inscribed unto the sword as she walked like a puppet now. A cracked grin formed, small but unsettling to most. she advanced towards him as a coppy of herself rose from where she once stood, then another, and another,
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what we want!” Voices that happen in nightmares now echoed around him, giggles of dark happenings. There were only about fifty women surrounding him, but each had a different weapon. From bows, pikes, swords, spears they were all unique to the royal family as crests and antiques.
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RB – So many beautiful women, and all doppelgangers like the one that started this game.  From what was a simple girl from a night club, this woman had demonstrated powers that were to some beyond imagination.  She begged….no, pleaded for him to show his power, and well, one hates to disappoint.  But in the same breath there is a rule in combat. Never show all your cards at the start.  The bite from the wrist snake was just a taste of what he could do, but now in order for the girl to continue the fight, she was resorting to armor.  And one hell of a bastard sword.  Oh if this was the main act, he was going to love the encore.
Seeing all the bevy of beauties coming at him with a variety of weapons, from bows and pikes, to swords and spears, the Vampire had fleeting memories of being caught up in a battle similar to this one – long ago.  1578, to be precise.  But back then his lady was no slip of a girl.  She was something much…much larger.  
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what you want.”  The women cried in a chorus that grew and echoed around him.
“How one man can please so many….as much as I am tempted, I have to decline.”  
He took out his pocket watch and then flipped open the silver top.  Inside the watch mechanism sounded and this only grew.  Tick toc tick toc.  This was no ordinary watch.  A wind started to pick up and whistled all around them as the women encircled him.  If they bothered to look down, the shadow like liquid was starting to change.  lapping at their feet and now rising up their legs as it got deeper.  
“You may control the shadows, my dear – but I control something far more powerful”
The roar of something coming out from the darkness would have all those pretty lassies turning their heads.  The creak and groan of timber flooring and the slapping of massive sails as a ship came into view.  A massive sailing ship.  A rope was thrown down and the vampire caught it on the full, as the ship ploughed right for the gathering of girls.  Climbing up the rope, he clamored over the side as there was a light that appeared – like a rip or tear in the world of the girl’s making.  The ship was going to sail right through it.
 
DC:   Swords at the ready that ship ripped through them, but not unscathed. They collided metal against wood, shards embedding into their fading bodies. Floating in the sky was the original Xzilia as she giggled against the surprise she brought along, he was not easily tempted at all but how hard would he fight to get out of her play land. She laughed happily and raised her hand, strengthening the winds to blow that man and his ship straight for the unknown light at the end of the tunnel.
What would be on the other side? It certainly wasn’t the end of her fun, even if he didn’t want to fight she would allow him to think he was to leave. As he passed through the bright whiteness there was a shrill eek awaiting him. Him and his tiny toy boat came bursting out of a very large cup of coffee and onto a table. From above is a worried looking Victorian lady, caked in white makeup and ruby lipstick plastered on her lips.
“What in heavens name!!!” She squealed before finding hands snap her neck. Xzilia looks down at the boat and glares distastefully before picking it up gently?
“Lets find you some water sailor.” And away she turned, wind whipping violently as she walked.
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RB- The ship lurched and then fell on its side when it washed out of the large coffee cup.  It was the size of the head of a teaspoon, and Louis was smaller than an ant.  Not exactly the Pacific.  Everything was huge, no…gigantic.  This wasn’t exactly his port of call either, and seeing the enormous Victorian lady having a right fit, only to be killed off by an enraged Xzilla only made matters worse.  Before he could do a thing, aside from hold onto the side of the ship with all his worth, Xzilla picked up the tiny ship with the intent of taking it somewhere, where there was water.  In the Victorian era???  Louis may be tiny, but he still had his fighting spirit as he was now being carried away by this She mountain.  Being so small did have it’s advantages.  He ran across the bow of his ship and launched himself at one of her fingers.  Climbing up like you would a mountain climber till he could find his way to her arm.  He was so small, it would be hard to spot him.  Like a flea on a dog.  
Climbing higher and higher, he got in under her clothing and used her hair…the very fine strands of it, to help assist him in this climb.  He knew where he had to go, in order to have some affect, but it was going to take some time before he got there.
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DC- She made her way out of the house and stopped a carriage with a high whistle, it slowed to a stop and she told the man where to go before climbing in. Unlike a taxi it wasn’t fast but only bumpy as she looked down at the ship calmly. Lifting it higher she decided to attempt to look at the details while she could, until the carriage bounces and the ship flew from her fingers.
“Ack! No!!” Fumbling she was able to catch it, but not without breaking off the sails and completely tearing the fabric to shreds. She cursed to herself and sighed heavily, deciding that less damage was to be done if she just folded her hands.
Minutes passed and the carriage stopped at their destination. She smelt it even before she arrived, the seaport of the city. As she stepped out a brisk wind caught her hair and fluttered it with a few loose leaves, it was cooler than the warm air and she smiled. 
“Here we are Sailor, water…” Shoving through the thick throng of people was almost hazardous. Fish mongers and more handy men were bustling about to tend to the demanding needs of their marketeers (customers). Eventually, with some strength, she was able to make it to a quiet part of the port and knelled down to place the boat in the water.
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RB- When the tiny boat was placed into the water, it really did look kinda sad.  I mean, she broke the main sail and the other sails were shredded and torn.  From Louis’s view, it was as if had gone ten rounds with the Spanish armada.  Appearing on her shoulder now, he stared the long way down to where she had just placed his ship.  The look on his face turned grim, as he then stared up at her face.  Truth be told, he was not liking her very much at this point.  Scaling her hair like it was the ropes from a ship, he made his way to her ear, and managed to climb out so that he was just inside the opening.  This was when he decided to speak, because, she was bound to hear him.
“I should be grateful that you don’t wax, lovey.”
It had helped him gain his way up onto her head. The very very tiny vampire then started to prod and feel about for a nice juicy piece of skin.  Finding just the right piece that was from the inside of her ear, he bit down on it.  HARD.  This was bound to annoy her greatly.  But he wanted to give her a little something for damaging his ship.
Taking in enough of her blood, he stepped back and wiped the back of his mouth before he started to feel the change begin to occur.  Louis was beginning to grow, and he made a run for it, out of her ear and down her shoulder, before appearing on the ground behind her in full size.  Her blood really had something in it for that extra kick.
Pushing himself to standing, he brushed a bit of ear wax off his shoulder, before staring down at his teeny tiny ship.
“You owe me…one ship.”
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DC – She bit her lower lip as she watched the tiny ship bob lazily around. She groaned as she looked at the pieces in her hand then at the boat. Expression changing she nodded with confidence, she could fix this. Before she could react however she heard a whisper in her ear and she whipped her head around to find nothing there. Then a small pinch came along and she yelped as she rubbed her ear noticing Louis soon behind her. 
An eyebrow raised and she turned back to the ship just as he was. Owe him a ship, she planned on doing even better for the Sailor, for what he didn’t know was that now they were in her time period. She stood and turned to him with a smile and nod. 
“I will give you a new ship and this one if you so desire! Just you watch!” She snapped her fingers and the ship grew to normal size, shadows dissipating from around it. “Just wait here okay!” 
She darted off and into the port. Thirty minutes passed and she returned with some people to fix his beloved boat. She gave a demanding point with such a serious face and shouted her orders. 
“Alright men, you will earn your pay when that boat is in tip top shape!!” They shouted with confidence and ran towards to boat, tools in hand. Pulling it to shore they braced it on the sandy beach, since the port for fixing ships was full, they would fix it here.
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(to be continued)