House Calls – The Embassy : PD

Continuing on from “Morning sickness” – The Embassy.

 

Tsu:

 

Nicholas had laid there in bed and watched Valmont talk, his voice was rather soothing. It was great to have someone like him around, especially since they were now engaged. It made things much more closer then they were, something he wanted to have forever. Hearing him speaking of Hiei to go to Hell’s Kitchen he was kind of shocked, it was a bit away and to call for that one doctor. Nicholas knew that he wanted him to be in better shape quickly, it was something that he wanted too. Groaning a bit under the sheets, he’d watch as Val came to sit and heard what he said. Nicholas held onto Valmont’s hand with a soft smile and softly breathed out.

” You shouldn’t take work off for me, you have a bunch of stuff to do Valmont. I’d be perfectly fine, knowing that you’re always near.” He said and looked over towards Hiei, he’d only give him a nod that he was grateful he was going to do what Valmont asked.

Nicholas took his hand from Valmont’s and turned, shifting over to the other side of the bed. Crawling a bit he’d open his door and pulled out a small thin box, what did it hold? Something Nicholas had gotten earlier in the week, that he wanted to give in return. Going back to Valmont’s side, he’d sit up and took his hand, setting the box in it.

” This is something that I want you to have, as a token of love.” Nicholas spoke and tilted his head, his hair falling everywhere as he smiled.

Once Valmont opened the box, it’d hold a silver chain, a ring attached to it. It was sorta like a pendant but, inside the ring it had the words. ‘Forever and always, Love Nic.” On the top would be small fancy letters written as N&V, it was something he took time to make and get made.

 

 

Fu:

 

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Hiei :” Understood ; I will retrieve The Doctor as soon as I possibly can .”

– Hiei took another puff of his cig and turned on his heel ; walking back out of the room and making his way out of the Building. Hell’s Kitchen was it ? Hiei had no time to waste ; and he didn’t waste anytime in sprinting full speed into the distance ; turning into a shadow as soon as he was gone to cover ground faster . He had to find the Doctor for Valmont and Nicholas , and hopefully he was able to do so in a optimal manner . He was a Gentleman after all and he didn’t like disappointing people with inefficiency . He would return to the Embassy with the Doctor , if that was a choice that could be taken upon arriving .-

 

Razor:

 

Arriving at the outer gates was a well dressed young man upon horseback. He had the look and style of a lord of Hell, but there was something else about him. Almost…feminine in a way. No one could ever say he was rugged. With a small parchment, that he read, Elijah pocketed it once more and then gave his horse a light kick, before trotting up the main drive of the Embassy. What was his reason for visiting the Embassy you might wonder? Turns out that there had been an advertisement at the local inn for a new Physician for the Ambassador. It had been some time since the call had been put out, but Elijah had just been travelling through when he had seen the want ad nailed to the upright support in the inn.

Dismounting near the front entrance, a stable hand came out and took the reigns of the man’s horse. Even he was taken aback with how this man appeared. Surely he was not one of the better looking Princes of Hell. Truth be told, he wasn’t. With a small black bag, he strolled up to the front entrance and knocked twice. A butler was quick to answer, since Hiei had left the Embassy for Hell’s kitchen.

“Sir?’

“Yes, I have come to speak to the Ambassador about the position of House Physician.”

“Ah…really. How odd.” Turns out the butler knew nothing about this. Elijah handed over the parchment, and it bore the seal of Valmont’s office. With a surprised grunt, he allowed the man to enter, and then escorted him down the passage.“The Ambassador is with the young Nicholas. He is feeling poorly. Talk about timing.” The Butler said with a roll of the eyes. Coinicidences such as this were unusual to say the least.

“I am more than happy to treat the young man, to demonstrate my skills.”

“Hmmph.” The butler was not impressed, even though nearly every maid that watched the pair pass were positively drooling at the sight of this new…doctor.

Reaching the door to Nicholas’s room, the butler coughed, before knocking upon the door.

“Sirs, you have a visitor.”

Inside, Valmont had been opening the gift of the ring upon the chain that Nicholas had given to him in a special box. it was a gift to show Nicholas’s great love for the Ambassador, and Valmont leaned forward to kiss his lover on the forehead, before turning to the sound of the butler.

“We are a little busy.” Valmont sung out, wanting more privacy.

“He…claims to be a Doctor, Ambassador.”

“Wow…that was quick. Where is Hiei?’ Valmont sprang up off the bed, and raced for the door, only to open it and see the gruff looking butler with the insanely good looking Doctor.

“You’re not Wilhelm.” The Ambassador was surprised, that it was not the legendary Doctor Schwartz. Elijah looked a bit confused, since Valmont was expecting someone else. “Err…no, I’m Doctor Mackleson. I came about the ad, but I understand you have a sick…friend.” he glanced past Valmont into the room to see Nicholas sitting up in bed.

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“And you must be Nicholas.” The new Doctor pushed past Valmont and made his way over to Nicholas’s bedside, opening his black bag and taking out a stethoscope. “May I have some privacy with the patient?” Elijah was not mucking about, though Valmont looked a bit miffed. “Uhm…..alright.” Tugging on his jacket, he gave Nicholas a worried look, before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

With the room cleared of unwanted guests, Elijah smiled down at Nicholas.

“Now…tell me young man, what seems to be the trouble?”

 

Tsu:

 

The kiss to the forehead had felt nice, his lips were cool against his. Nicholas couldn’t get over it, he still sick but, slowly better. What was with the swings? Hearing the door he saw Valmont get off the bed and go towards the door. He looked over and saw the person, it wasn’t who he thought. But hearing that Valmont said he wasn’t the doctor he wondered who it was. He was sure a funny one to rush in like that and ask for privacy. Nicholas felt a bit nervous now, what was he to tell him? He wasn’t sure but, gave Valmont a small nod as he shut the door. Taking a moment Nicholas took the doctor in and examined him. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, he looked like a doctor too. Though something about him seemed a bit off, what was it? He didn’t know, but hearing him speak he sat up fully.

” Well.. I’ve been sick for the past week, throwing up and then recently the past couple of days, blood has been coming with it. I don’t know whats wrong.. I’ve never been sick and I am now. I feel so tired and dizzy after, also.. my appetite has increased, I eat way more then I use to. “ Nicholas said with a breath.

Moving out from under the sheets he’d reveal he was in the silk bath robe still. Swinging his legs over the bed he’d sit up fully, knowing that he’d want to examine him. The thing that worried him was that he’d find out about him. It was a doctors word to keep things private so, it’d be okay right? Many thoughts came to his head but, he wasn’t sure. He would just have to go with it now, coming back he’d look up at the doctor.

Do you know whats wrong with me? “

 

Razor:

 

With the Ambassador out of the room, and now it was just Nicholas and the new Doctor, he would now be able to get to the bottom of Nicholas’s illness. He naturally didn’t know anything about the young man who had been sitting in bed, but from what Nic was saying his symptoms were, they sounded a little strange. Throwing up blood? That brought a few theories to mind and none of them were pleasant ones. Nicholas had never been sick before this, and now he was dizzy, tired…and with a bigger appetite. Cocking a brow, as he dug about in his medical kit, the Doctor couldn’t help but say the first thing that popped into his head.

“Well, if you were a woman I could say that you are showing classic symptoms of pregnancy. Aha.” He had a little laugh at the end of what he said, only to turn back and see the young man now seated on the edge of the bed in nothing but a robe. Odd thing was that Nicholas had the shapely legs of a young woman. In fact, the closer that the Doctor stared at him, he started to notice a few things missing. Well….he couldn’t see any tell tale bulge which would be as plain as day in such a fine silk robe as the one he was wearing.

“Err. Nicholas, could you…open your robe please so I can give you a proper physical examination.” It was a Doctor’s job to be thorough in his investigation, but he truly wondered just what…if anything was under that robe now. He was starting to already suspect, that Nicholas was not all that he seemed to be.

“If you are concerned, I abide by a very strict ethical code of practice. What happens in this room stays between us. I believe in full Doctor patient confidentiality.”.

The Doctor calmly waited for the revealing, and what may well give him perfect insight into the nature of Nicholas’s illness.

 

Tsu:

 

It was quiet and he simply just watched the doctor think, what was he thinking about? Was he going to have something serious wrong with him? It worried him beyond apparel, as he watched him turn and dig into his medical kit. ‘Well, if you were a woman I could say that you’re showing the classic symptoms of pregnancy. Aha.’ That phrase alone made Nicholas freeze in his spot. Pregnant? Pregnant? He was Pregnant? Is that even possible?! Nicholas himself grew pale more then he was, how.. then he went back to him and Valmonts sessions, oh god. Thinking about it Nicholas never actually knew if one like him could get pregnant. Seeing the doctor look at him he watched him examine him and he could tell he was already catching up.

” Please don’t tell me I am, I don’t think its possible.. it must be something else, right?” Nicholas said as if he was scared.

Standing up he thought for a moment, he was going to reveal something he never shown anyone besides Valmont. But, he was reassured when he heard about him believing in patient confidentiality. A small sigh escape from his lips as he looked at the floor, this was so weird now.

” Well you see.. its a birth defect but, I’ll just let you look..” He said in a rather monotone voice, not entirely sure of anything at this moment.

His hands move to undue the robe and it opened up, sliding to the sides. He turned and stood in front of the doctor. He would see that he was indeed a half being.

 

Razor:

 

If you have a gut instinct about a situation, it is best to exercise caution and not jump to conclusions. Thankfully, the Doctor was showing a very good bedside manner, for when Nicholas expressed fear towards the Doctor’s comical thoughts on what could be wrong, he kept himself in check. “Only one way to find out.” The Doctor said simply. The answer came as something of a shock when Nicholas did open the robe. What it revealed was that while the top half or torso of Nicholas was male, the bottom part was very much female. The Doctor let out a long “ahhhh”, as soon as the robe was opened, and then Nicholas backed it up with his explanation that it was a birth defect. Elijah stepped forward and then took the edges of the robe to close it again and give back Nicholas’s modesty.

“I wouldn’t call it a birth defect, Nicholas.” Elijah said softly, as he then gestured for Nicholas to sit back down on the bed. “I would say that you are very special.” Now knowing what Nicholas actually was, helped a great deal in helping with the prognosis. “I take it that…the Ambassador is your lover?” Already the Doctor was starting to put two and two together, as he took out a small sample cup and handed it to Nicholas. “Cause, if he is….and you have the reproductive organs of a female, there is every possibility that you are in fact pregnant.”

Elijah knew that this might come as something of a shock, but it had to be said. “So far, everything you have described points to it. Once you give me a small urine sample, we will know for sure. Then I can prescribe what you need to help keep food down during the first trimester.”

There was no judgement from the doctor. He acted perfectly normal and civil towards Nicholas. The last thing the young man needed was to be looked down on or ridiculed.

 

Tsu:

 

It had been quiet as he watched the doctor look at him, surprisingly he didn’t feel nervous. Usually he was if someone was looking at him as he did. Why was that? Maybe because he was a doctor and he felt a bit safe about it. Seeing him lift the robe to close, Nicholas would take it and tie the rope around his waist. Sitting on the bed he listened, its not a birth defect? It had to be, no way was Nicholas special in anyway with this.

” I don’t think I’m special, cause if I was special.. then I wouldn’t of had a hell of a life in the beginning and outcast.” He said and sigh a bit.

Mentioning of Valmont he simply looked at the ground. Oh how was he suppose to tell Valmont this? Their was no way he could, what would he think? Nicholas shouldn’t be having these thoughts, he would be honest with him. He is his lover after all and this wouldn’t be different. Lost in thoughts he came back to reality when the doctor was handing him a cup.

” Yes, he is my Fiance. “ Nicholas said firmly with no hesitation.

Standing up he nodded his head, walking past the doctor and into the bathroom. Shutting the door he would stand there and think about everything, it was a lot. If Nicholas was pregnant, then he was carrying a child of an important man in hell. Oh how this would all turn out, he bit his lip some and went to the toilet to do what needed to be done. A couple of minutes later he’d return out with the cup, filled. Walking back towards him he would simply set it on the table and took a seat on the bed again, looking towards the doctor.

” I’m glad you’re not judgmental towards me.” Were the words that came from his lips as he waited to see.

 

Razor:

 

It was easy to pick up that Nicholas felt differently about himself to what the Doctor had said. Unlike many people, the Doctor was not at all judgmental when it came to his patients. In his eyes, everyone had something about them that made them different, or as the Doctor termed it – special. He did not believe that anyone should be persecuted for not being considered the norm. To Elijah there was no such thing. Perfection didn’t exist and if anyone believed that to be true, they were deluding themselves. Elijah regarded Nicholas carefully. It was clear that he had self confidence issues along with some regarding his body. The Doctor didn’t try to make light of the conversation now. This was a serious matter, when you thought about it. Nicholas had never been told that he could reproduce before, so this must have come as something of a complete shock.

With Nicholas confirming that the Ambassador was his fiance, the Doctor nodded. It explained the way that Valmont had acted when the Doctor appeared at the door. So very concerned, and more so than a normal employer. He knew full well who Valmont was, and so he was a little taken aback, till he worked out that Nicholas was part female. Nicholas had this gentleness about him, and a beauty that was unique. The more that the Doctor regarded him, the more he could see the attraction.

When Nicholas came back out from the bathroom, and set down the sample cup, the Doctor was quick to take out a pregnancy tester stick and place it inside the cup and swirling it around, before then taking it out and setting it upon a small dish. While the test was activating, Elijah went to take Nicholas’s arm and get his blood pressure to see if there was any issues caused by the possible pregnancy. Squeezing the pump, he offered a warm smile, when Nicholas said that he was grateful that Elijah was not judgmental.

“I just want to put your mind at ease, Nicholas. It is not my place to judge others. Hmm…its a little high, but not too bad.” Elijah spoke of Nicholas’s blood pressure, before taking off the wrap around his arm. Now, it was time to check the pregnancy stick…and sure enough.

“Well, according to your sample you are pregnant. Congratulations.”

 

Erasing Imagination – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

 

 

Dessy:

 

Immediately after the girl in red had been pulled away, she went back to normal. And she didn’t seem to remember anything. Weird. But, no matter. She watched with a raised eyebrow as the girl in red threw a cookie to the Jabberwocky. Where did the cookies come from? Coming back, Mariela slightly jumped when Aria ran over and grabbed her hands, jumping up and down. She gave a smile and light laugh, nodding her head. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!! Mammon was so mean to us. I’m glad there is a new princess!” Aria exclaimed, hopping around her. “I’m glad to see you so happy about it.” she said, and then this is when she started following the man. She then turned to the girl in black when she started to introduce herself and her sister.

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Mariela gave a smile, then a nod. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a more… welcoming welcome.” she said, looking back to the ballroom. “But, welcome home.” she said. She then turned to look at Ayana. “Why did you come to Greed, if I may ask?” she said, continuing to speed-walk down the library. When she walked in, she saw black mist that looked like hands, and he was giving orders. That’s when she gave him a hello. She raised an eyebrow as he poured himself a drink, before shaking her head.

“I was going to ask you the same thing, but I decided to do a little investigating myself.” He said, and Marie titled her head.“I know the story of Alice, but I don’t know why Wonderland is in Hell.” she then said. As the mist came back from the book, Mariela walked over to the table and placed the helmet down, before picking up the hat and the watch. She walked back to Marcus just as he told the mist to get another book. “Scar never leaves his hat…” she stated out loud, before looking at the watch. “What’s this?” she asked, turning it in her hand. She then popped it open, narrowing her eyes. “The hands are moving too fast, and there are only six numbers on it.” she then said out loud. She looked up when Marcus began his introduction.

Mariela’s eyes narrowed when Raul was mentioned. “If you’re anything like Raul…” she spoke in a threateningly tone. The dislike for him could be heard in her voice. Hearing him mention the mirror, that confirmed that it was indeed the mirror that the shattered pieces were from. But that meant… what? Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked back up as he mentioned his mother. “Why is your mom ob- actually, nevermind.” Mariela said, shaking her head. They had more important matters. “You happened to end Lydia. Good one!” he said, then gave a thumbs up. “Yeah, well. She was a bitch.” Mariela said with a shrug.

She looked down at the book when the mist dropped it, putting the hat and the watch down and leaning over to look at it.“Why is someone erasing the books?” she asked, looking up at Marcus. “A champion?” she asked, and then she thought back on the story. “In the Alice in Wonderland story, a champion had to go and slay the Jabberwocky, saving all of Wonderland.” she spoke. “But the Jabberwocky was here…” she spoke, things slowly starting to click together.“Someone at Greed is the champion.” she then said, turning around to look at Ayana. Ayana was here when the Jabberwocky first showed up, and from the way she entered through the window, it could be assumed she was the champion. But, Mariela was still there too – so it could be her… but Mariela wasn’t positive. She was forgettign the fact about the sword being the only weapon to slay it – the same sword that she was sheathed on her side.

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

The more Marcus talked, the more Marie’s eyes furrowed. As soon as he mentioned a book that can defeat evil, Mariela’s eyes widened. “The Book of Shadows.” she spoke. Immediately she raced to the back of the library, where the book was kept hidden. She grabbed the book, rushing back over to everyone else and setting it on the table, flipping it open and flipping through pages. “This is the only book that can defeat evil.” she said, but looked over when Marcus opened the Alice book. Seeing the Jabberwocky fading, she tilted her head. She reached over Marcus to grab the book and placed it in front of her. “The Jabberwocky is being erased.” she said. “Wouldn’t that mean the Jabberwocky was dying?” she said. It only made sense. If it was being erased from the book, that means it’s not there. That’s at least what she thought. She wasn’t sure if she was correct. She then glanced over at Scar’s hat, before flipping through the book. Scar was the Hatter in Wonderland. If the Hatter was still in the book, that means Scar would be in Wonderland. Right?

That didn’t explain where her family was… She still needed to find them. Mariela seemed to be completely calm by all of this, but in reality she was panicking on the inside. Hardcore panicking. How was she supposed to find them, and figure out everything else going wrong at the same time? If Scar was in Wonderland, that meant that they could possibly be in Wonderland if they followed him. If that was true, how was she supposed to get there to find them? This was causing a lot of panic inside, and it’s a good thing she was good at not showing that panic. She looked at Masumi from the corner of her eye, then asked, “Where did the cat come from?”

 

Sieg:

 

There were many forces in this world that could drive someone to do stupid things, things that were nearly suicidal, but sometimes this were not good enough, at least not themselves. Sometimes the thirst for revenge seemed too impure and they decided to call it justice, sometimes the love one denied to feel turned into painful care, a thorn in the heart, that somehow ended up digging so deep that it took roots somehow. And as terrible as this was, something like this could drive a man or a woman to do things that seemed impossible, it could drive them to greatness, to break boundaries that nobody else dared to get close to and at the same time do terrible acts without batting an eye. But it all meant nothing without the determination, the raw desire and the complete lack of care for the world that stood before you…it sounded terrible but in the end heroes, villains, and such were always driven by this forces when trying to change the world, a desire, a goal, and enough determination by their side to fulfill it. The trouble of course began when those who stood in between decided to step in, in the end heroes had limits and villains effort to just be “evil” make them predictable…but those who were neither, they were the most dangerous.

Here we are, Kingdom of Greed just like I promised!…pretty cool looking uh?

There was a saying, that sometimes a look or the mere presence of an individual could drive chills down a back and kill the silence, yet in a place like this sometimes that very phrases took a different meaning. Take this two individuals for instance, the first one was just smiling while he remained hidden under the many rags that forced his cloak and clothing, covering him whole as he grinned and opened his arms while from the distance before their eyes the Castle stood high and mighty, scarred, and yet still bearing that sensation of power on the ancient stones that formed it’s walls, a sight to behold if anything, one that the other man did not seemed very interested in. It was this the scary one of the two, cause while the other seemed beggar, this man literally caused the temperature to start descending as his eyes were glued on this place, sightly narrowed as the muscles from his arms tensed. She was there…her very presence shattering for a second his stoic exterior, one that he quickly recovered as one of his hands caressed a beautiful spear that in his hands he held. Despite how cold his hands were, he still could feel her warmth lingering within…as if a part of her very essence remained, from that winged warrior, that angelic and yet frightening lady of the battle, his friend that fell in the hands of the hands of the one who now had shelter within the walls of Greed. For a moment the warmth relaxed him, reminded him of the many battles that together they fought, the many things they did, the many they couldn’t…memories so beautiful that brought the ghost of joy into his eyes that seemed to bear the color of the bark of the trees…until finally they reached that painful one, that end that quickly took care of remind him of his reason to be here

You have fulfilled your word, it amazes me

Told ya Snowwy, I promise and I deliver…so, can I stay to watch?

The cloaked figure seemed to enjoy what would soon take place, yet the one with the white coat remained silent as his eyes raised with a look that made the other chuckle nervously. The one in white, that stood at two proud metres decided not to answer to his request and allow his eyes to give him an answer themselves. They warned him not to push his luck, not to get on the way or treat this lightly for this business were serious for him. And in turn the shorter one decided to be smart and take his proposition away, chuckling to dismiss it as a joke for his own health. Before him stood an Einherjar, once mortal, once dweller of Valhalla who sat at the side of heroes and kings and gained his place to become equals with them by the blade, but it was not this what frightened the traveller but the fact that no matter what he was, one thing was certain, before him stood a warrior, one he did not wanted to mess with

You may leave now, I will have your reward ready when this is over

S-Sure…and hey, if you manage to make a friend in here grumpy, bring them to good ol Venice, I might give them a tour around if you want

The Einherjar was not amused by the other jokes and attempts to get more clients on his business, and he did not hidden his intentions to end his talk soon the moment his hand slowly traveled to the hilt of the blade he had on his back, doing it slowly, as the other started to step back as he laughed a little, being pretty certain that his partner until now would be better off alone, for his own safety of course. So he did not lost a second, afraid it might mean one less second to live, as all he did was direct a thumbs up and a grin at the tall warrior before he jumped down on place and seemed to pass through the solid ground as a ghost, leaving the one in white alone, as he released the blade and turned his gaze towards the structure, still bearing that blank expression on his face. For a moment he took in account what would happened once his journey was over, how he would never enjoy peace of any sort…was it worth it? He his moved up, running along his hand as his thumb ran along the two feathers that were placed an accessory on his hair, one older than the other as he was only meant to have one with him

Valkyrie…cast away by Odin, blessed by Thor…forgiven for your crimes…

For a second the cold seemed to get worst in the area as from this cliff he stared towards the castle that remained far, his eyes carrying a small light in them, a desire for blood, a need for a revenge, to punish those who were guilty one by one, starting by the Valkyrie that made of that place her home. Her hands were stained with blood, and he would not allow that forgiveness was granted to her that easy, not after she took someone precious to him. He didn’t cared who got in the way, who tried to condemn his actions…he would face off against Valhalla itself and destroy it if he had to, if it meant making justice, if it meant punishing her for her actions in the only way he knew. So he stood there, on a hill far from there with a good look of the structure as he gripped the spear tightly as small pale lines appeared on his arm, slowly crawling towards his palm and from there forcing themselves into the spear. The warmth vanished, and the Einherjar looked towards the weapon, for a moment his eyes saddened as before him her face appeared, a mere confident grin that in the past brought up the same on him and that right now only caused something to fall from his face, a tiny drop that crystallized itself before it finally fell to the ground, shattering as he his orbs hardened again

Your judgement has arrived…and you will not be spared from it…no matter the cost or consequence…justice will be made

Nobody would listen, he knew, but this words were not spoken to anyone other than himself, to his inner ghosts, as a way to give him the final push to infuse the weapon, his friend’s weapon with his own icy magics before he tensed his muscles as his body got into position. He wasn’t going to murder her in her sleep for it would not be the same, he would not get an army and pit her against a foe much bigger than hers until she tired out and fell with honor. That mercy was too good for her, no, he would become a thorn in her heart, he would take away her joy and her sense of safety, he would make sure she would have no more place to call home and no person to call family by her side. He would face her then and take her head, and once he did he planned to throw it at Odin’s feet and then claim’s the one from his son, Loki…but that were just plans for the future, mere small ideas, for the moment, he would only make his presence known, remind her that in the eyes of many she was no warrior, no valkyrie, less a murderous animal. So with all his might he threw the spear that moved across the air like if it was an arrow, a spear that moved across the air until it finally reached a window that it shattered into pieces before a moment later it stabbed itself on the floor of a room, the tip of the blade the spear bore in,  digging deep enough into the ground for it to remain standing, as the very floor around it seemed to end up covered with ice that slowly seemed to crawl around, aiming to start covering more and more ground as it seemed unable to contain the power it was infused with. A Valkyrie’s spear that now bore a cold soul…a mere warning shot for the one that lived within that walls

Now…what will you do you animal?…what is your response?

The Einherjar crossed his arms as his eyes remained focused and expectant, as he tried to think of every possible scenario that would take place now. A few more certain than others, but all of them leading to a confrontation that would freeze many people’s blood but not his. He would not pray like others cause to no god he could pray and nor he wanted to, he would not fear for there was no pain left in this world that would hurt him, not even death frightening him anymore. The Einherjar that was baptized Reinier by the Valkyrie that perished in the arms of her sister had a mission, one that one way or the other he would finish, even if meant destroying this Kingdom or Hell itself with his own two hands

 

Matt:

 

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Aria was slightly surprised when she felt herself being dragged away by the hood of her cloak, but she simply giggled, and raised her hands in the air as though she were on a ride. Then she heard her sister introducing them, and she simply waved her hands from the position she was in. This girl was as serious as a fluffy white cloud…. It was hard keeping her under control.

As they entered the library, Aria was released from the dragging, and quickly got to her feet with more of her bubbly giggles. Though as everything was getting all serious with the male in the room Aria felt out of place… So what did she do? What she does best. Ruin the mood.

The girl quickly seemed to vanish for a moment before appearing once again before the male. Her face would only be about an inch from his now, and her grin was as wide as the cat’s. You could tell she was being mischievous at the moment.

“You’re a cutie. Try to go on a few dates with her before you guys get to doing the nasty.” she said before vanishing once more.

A trail of rose petals were left in her wake as she left the library, though it seemed she had grabbed the cat from her sister before leaving. Now she was just skipping through the halls of the kingdom, petting the cat, and humming. That was until she heard the sound of glass breaking. At the noise she stopped, and turned to look in the direction that it had come from. It seemed to be the ballroom.

Aria quickly skipped into the room, and was awwed by what she saw. There was a large spear sticking out of the ground, and the floor was beginning to become covered in ice. Aria quickly giggled some more, and began sliding all across the ground, acting like an ice skater. She was having tons of fun…. Until she noticed that the Jabberwocky had begun to shrunk.

“Aww! No! Whats wrong with the Jabber-baby-Wocky?” she asked.

She seemed to have heard its actual name from within the library, but had changed it to be cutsie, and adorable…. Though how a creature that looked like that could be known as “Cutsie” would be well beyond the comprehension of most normal people.

 

 

Kiri:

 

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Masumi could tell things weren’t going to be exactly simple at the moment from everything that had happened and was happening right now; she didn’t know what she had missed in the past couple of years, but from what she could tell everything wasn’t entirely sound at the correct level. Mariela was apologizing about not having given them a more peaceful and heartwarming welcome, but to that she simply smiled, unaffected by the fact. She seemed amused by the fact on the contrary, but who knew with this one; she was abnormally calm about everything going on as though it was nothing compared to what she had seen in the past. And in a way, it was.

Ayana didn’t give so much an audible reply as she did a murmur only loud enough for Mariela to hear, mumbling about her having gotten lost like an idiot, but at this point it seemed that Ayana too was calm. After having gone on a rampage, you’d think the Valkyrie would still have some sort of psychopathic mentality with her at the moment, but the fact that she was so calm at this moment was strange to Masumi, who was always abnormally calm. As the two stood on the sidelines of the conversation, Aria decided to… well she ruined the mood suffice to say, with Masumi sighing as she slapped her palm across her face. Ayana stifled a giggle when Masumi leaned over and mumbled to her, asking for a favor. It was a quick sign of trust, but it meant something to the Valkyrie, after what happened. Ayana nodded and crackled with electricity for a moment before bolting out the door as Masumi walked to the table; pulling the Book of Shadows to her slowly.

She had heard rumors, of course, but with Mammon being the sexist bastard that he was she was never absolutely sure as to how or whether or not it was even truly here. She was curious, the book able to summon and destroy any demon at all, it was useful, but the previous owners both had died, meaning the power of two princes were engraved in this book if the legends she had heard were true. Perhaps it wasn’t the only book, but Masumi knew it was invaluable to use if they had to defeat some kind of evil locked away inside of hell. The biggest issue was… what and how?

Masumi: “Is there anything we can do with this? Using this, we may have a chance to get into Wonderland and get back with plenty of time to spare. Is there anyone you can actually call for to help us?”

Masumi flipped back to the very beginning of the massive book, flipping through the pages as she analyzed each page with stunning speed, but what she was reading didn’t help them at all, in fact it only set them back more as most of the spells they were dealing with in here were meant for a trio of witches; something about a Power of Three, located on one of the pages. Then Masumi saw the Dominus Trinus, a spell she wasn’t sure of its use, but it intrigued her. Raising a brow at one of the lines, Masumi flipped back to the Power of Three, analyzing it in more detail as she thought silently. If Mariela wanted to know what she was thinking, she’d probably have to ask.

Meanwhile Ayana was arriving in the ballroom after having hunted for Aria for a moment, only to have a crash echo which drew her to it; luckily it had also piqued the interest of Aria herself, but with the roof creaking and groaning, Ayana let out a groan of her own as she dashed in; ignoring the spear and the ice as the used the metal pipes running through the flooring to magnetize and properly keep herself latched correctly to the floor as she dashed for Aria and the Jabberwocky; she would have grasped Aria by the hood as she jerked up the Jabberwocky. With a mad dash, Ayana rushed from the ballroom, and would have stopped at the entrance just far enough out so that the collapse of the place wouldn’t have caught her, Aria or the Jabberwocky. Knowing it would have come in a few seconds by the sound of it.

 

Razor:

 

The Book of Shadows? Of course. Now things were starting to make sense. Marcus uttered a cursed word under his breath, while slamming his fist down on the table. This was why Marguerite was so obsessed with the Greed Kingdom. She didn’t want the crown, she wanted the bloody book. How on earth the book wound up in the library of a Sin Prince was still a mystery, but it did explain why Raul was sent to sniff out Lydia. A foothold into the kingdom so Mother dearest could come and snatch the book right from under Lydia’s nose. Now, his calculating bitch of a Mother had sent Marcus, but the thing was, he didn’t come to the Kingdom to sate his Mother’s wishes – rather to meet the girl that had challenged all the Elders and other rulers in the face of losing her family. Realizing he might have caused concern with his sudden outburst, he smoothed his hand over the wood of the table, before reigning in his temper.

“This is the only book that can defeat evil.” Mariela stated, as she flipped open the book and ran her fingers through the yellow pages. What she didn’t realize was that the book was a weapon and a powerful one in the wrong hands.

”I have a question though. Did you or…Lydia summon any demon from that book?” This question had implications that stretched to the other books in the library. Whether Mariela realized it or not. ”Try to pull something or someone of power using an enchantment…think?” Marcus stared at her with an intensity as he wanted to see if she could remember, considering all the crazy things that were going on right now. In the background, the book of Alice in Wonderland had been showing signs of creatures and writing being erased. One was the Jabberwocky.

“The Jabberwocky is being erased.” she said. “Wouldn’t that mean the Jabberwocky was dying?” The poor witch was asking so many questions and having all these weird things happening all at once. Not to mention the girls that had come into the library. One that had found a strange orange and purple striped cat. The cat didn’t look like an ordinary feline. In fact, it was almost human like, if one could say that. Marcus remembered seeing the massive Jabberwocky when he had arrived and when last he left that part of the castle, the Jabberwocky was in battle with another girl. What was it about this castle and the high number of battle babes? That was going to be a question for later. ”Maybe…you should go see what is happening to it here?” Obvious is as obvious does.

“Where did the cat come from?” Another question. But one of the other battle babes stole the coloured kitty, before making a rather shocking remark or was it a compliment about Marcus and Mariela.

“You’re a cutie. Try to go on a few dates with her before you guys get to doing the nasty.”
”Thank you for the advice, I’ll keep that in mind.” Marcus couldn’t help but smirk at this girl’s boldness, but he only shrugged his shoulders playfully, if Mariela had been offended by it. ”Girls today…I don’t know. What I do after a date has never been considered nasty. Earth trembling…maybe. Orgasmic bliss…possibly, but never nasty.” Marcus beamed at Mariela, before turning his attention to Masumi, who was now intrigued by the Book of Shadows, after losing the strange cat to what was her battle bosom buddy.

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“Is there anything we can do with this? Using this, we may have a chance to get into Wonderland and get back with plenty of time to spare. Is there anyone you can actually call for to help us?”

”Probably the only safe bet would be Lavinia’s apprentice. Esme. She’s not an elder yet, and probably the only one Mariela here didn’t threaten.”

Meanwhile, the cat who was being held by the strange girl with giggles and a grin that matched the cat itself, was doing what it normally does when being held oddly. Its body vanished from view, leaving only the head and the tail which swished about behind it. Seeing the shrunken Jabberwocky, the cat let out a loud laugh.

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”It’s a teeny weenie nasty little dragonie wagonie. Not all hell fire and purple smoke now, are ya?’ The cat’s head then popped and only the grin remained, along with the tail. ”Not all powerful in Hell, I see. Red Queen will be mean, when she finds out!”

 

 

RPC – Rufus Tucker.

Name: Rufus Tucker
Age: 59
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Location: Prince William Forest Park.
Bio :  A rough and tumble kind of bloke, one that you most certainly don’t ever want to cross.  Formerly a US Marine, with over thirty five years of active service, he has since retired and has been living off the land in a kitted out RV.  Rufus has done more tours in countries that the US would rather not have the general population know about, he is something of a maverick.  Respected by his brothers at arms, but one that was not afraid, to tell the top brass where to shove it.  His survival skills out in the open are second to none.  A tracker as well as a skilled hunter, he has been able to adapt to civilian life, so long as it was as far away from the cities and towns.  On board his RV, he has enough weapons and arsenal to arm a small army.  It’s no secret that a few government agencies have him down on their lists, as a man that though loyal to his country, his mental stability was questioned towards the end of his term of service.  Seeing one too many horrors, does that to a man.
Background: Once a family man, his many tours caused him to become emotionally detached from his family, and thus he now walks this earth alone.  He is loyal only to those he serves with.  His motto – Win…or die.
Weapon(s): An automatic rifle, machete, a couple of home made grenades, and twin daggers he keeps in his boots.  Along with a bull whip, from a stint down under.
Skills: Extraordinary rifleman, tracker, and survivalist.
Other: Rufus can be considered a joker…but you have to wonder if the joke is on you.

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

The Battle Babes of Greed.

Kiri:

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

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

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

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Masumi Miyazaki: “Just… no.”

Treasures of Greed Theme: Take a Hint!

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

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“Thor’s Cannon!”

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

Dessy:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Matt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kiri:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dessy:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

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

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

Matt:
Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kiri:

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

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

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

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

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

Razor:

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

“Carroll, Lewis…Alice in Wonderland.”

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eat me.” – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

 

 

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You know, normally most people would have given in after being shot with so much electrical energy that they can’t even move, but this one definitely was a firebrand who didn’t know when to stop, someone who Ayana could have a lot of fun with in the long run considering everything that was going on at this point in time. She just kept giggling as he stopped his eye beam and then redirected another one for the chandelier, snapping its chain. As the thing fell, Ayana didn’t make any moves as the thing fell at her, not a one as she didn’t care one bit; the only thing that she did was she actually instead… mumbled under her breath a specific incantation so low that no one would be able to hear her. What she said was: The cunning of Loki hides away my impulses; the strength of Thor shirks my skill; the omnipotence of Odin commands me. By decree of these words, the Seal is Released; the Valkyrie’s Force shall reign. Funniest part about her saying this was, that as she said the last word, the chandelier landed upon her already changing form.

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With a cry, a roar as her raven colored wings unfurled, the Valkyrie caused the chandelier to be shattered into pieces from the sheer force of her power being unleashed all at once. As the Valkyrie was left standing there, she didn’t care that the Jabberwock had decided to buy himself time, she was just waiting for him to do so, just so that she could do as she pleased. As she stood there, her hand cannon began to glow brightly, but this was seemingly natural as it did it the moment that she had revealed her form.

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It was time to show this Jabberwock what true force could do.

Dessy:
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Mariela had the armor all placed, and she held the helmet in her arm, watching Suda. When she asked if there was “anything else she needed to know about”, she meant about the armor. She did not expect Suda to stop and pull down some levrl. Mariela looked up, seeing a massive stone wall turn around, and Mariela furrowed her brows in confusion. “Guess you should see the lab.” Suda spoke, and Mariela just gave a confused expression.

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“Um… As much as I’d love to, there’s a giant creature in my ballroom right now, and I need to make sure my family are out of harm’s way, sooo…” she spoke… but the dwarf didn’t listen. He started walking towards the lab anyway, leaving Mariela completely confused. “Oh…no rush to go fight the beast, I am sure it will still be there when we are finished…NOW…welcome to Greed central. It is here that we are working on new and wonderful ways to defend the Kingdom.” Suda spoke, and Mariela just looked at him in confusion. “It can wait?!” she spoke. “It can’t wait! There is a beast in the middle of my ballroom!” she spoke. She gave an exasperated sigh, turning to look around her at the army of dwarves. She’s been here since Mammon – how did she not know this was here?

She followed him to another dwarf – known as Rupert – but literally the entire time she was antsy and anxious to get back up there. She didn’t know how well the girl was holding up, plus her brothers and Tessa were still there, as well as Scar. They needed to hurry up so she could leave. Suda introduced her to his son, and Mariela bowed her head. “Nice to meet you.” she said, but her voice was rushed and hurried. She giggled a bit when Suda lectured his son, before he bowed and Mariela gave him a smile.

“Ah yes…the legendary Princess of Greed. You’re the one that turned Lydia into slime. Nice work. I hate to say it, but…you don’t exactly look the evil ruler type to me.”

Mariela couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “I’m not the evil ruler type.” she said with a shake of her head. “Women do like to be told nice things… but, there’s a way you phrase it.” she then said. When Suda asked to demonstrate the gauntlet, Mariela shook her head. “Look… as much as I’d like to see it, I really need to get up there.” she said, looking up as a piece of the ceiling dropped down, and then giving a worried expression.
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Rupert began explaining the gauntlet anyways, and Mariela gave an annoyed groan. She listened to the explanation, raising an eyebrow at the claws, and then her eyes widening when the net of plasma was thrown, giving an apoligetic smile to the dwarf on the wall. He then demonstrated the invisibility, and Marie raised an eyebrow. “That’s all really cool and everything…” Mariela spoke, looking back up at the roaring. “But as much as I’d like to sit here and learn more… Ireally need to go.” she said, beginning to walk away backwards. “No questions. Um… come see me whenever it’s finished, and I’ll come back when I have time to know more and get to know you all. Okay?” she said, giving a warm smile before placing the helmet on her head.

She then ran out, picking up the sword in one hand and the tablet in the other. She immediately raced out of the armory, heading back up the stairs, just in time to hear the cry from what she guessed was the other girl. “That… didn’t sound good…” she said, racing down the hallway and into the ballroom.

Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Like a vacuum cleaner seller having the door slammed in his face, Rupert’s face fell after giving a stellar performance at trying to show off the wonders and attributes of the magical gauntlet. He had described its properties, and the many magnificent things it could do, but then part of the ceiling happened to collapse, enough to remind the Princess that upstairs a girl was fighting for her life against the majesty of the Jabberwocky. The Red Queen’s favorite pet. Seeing her walking backwards, the disappointed dwarf took the gauntlet off and shrugged his shoulders. No sale today. Suda simply shook his head, before waddling over to give his son a pat on the arm.

“There there….why don’t we go test out the new catapult? I’ll even let you throw Wilson over the castle wall.” Suda and Rupert chuckled together, while Wilson’s muffled cries were heard in the background. “You drive a hard bargain, Father.”

With the Princess fleeing from the blacksmith shop, wearing her armor and carrying the sword of souls, she looked ready to take on anything…anything at all. And…there was someone watching.

Having lost out to the White rabbit, the Cheshire cat’s red eyes were the only things visible, as it chuckled darkly to itself. Oh, she must be heading for the little fight in the ballroom. Stealth, was something the cat was good at, along with being able to blend into any scene, be it a hedge, a tree or a stone wall.

As Mariela was about to slide into the now partially destroyed ballroom, a massive cat’s head appeared in her way.

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“Aren’t you fancy, little Princess. Don’t you know, you’re late for the ball.” Wickedly, the cat grinned, showing off all its razor sharp teeth. The cat’s face got closer and then it opened its mouth, to show of all things….a clock.

‘Tick tick tick tick tick…..”

“Tock!”

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In behind the Princess, a dark shadow appeared and it threw something into the mouth of the Cheshire cat. The cat’s mouth closed and it started to splutter and cough, before the head started to shrink away. In fact, the whole cat appeared, and it was getting smaller and smaller. So small, it became the size of a domestic cat.

“Meow!” *Screeech*…..the cat ran away, disappearance around a corner, and if Mariela looked behind her, she would see a tall….good looking dark haired man standing in behind her.

“Hurry! She needs you.” The man said, urging her to go on. He didn’t reveal himself, since time was of the essence. Even Marcus knew that.

In the ballroom, the little lightning girl was being a real pain in the ass. The chandelier had broken its chain, and its landing was meant to disable the girl, but alas all it did was unleash a locked power. It gave her the very reason to bring out her true self, something that for a split second, even the Jabberwocky took notice of. Struggling against the warp of lightning energy that had it bound, the chest of the Jabberwocky grew larger and larger, as it writhed to give one last bout of strength to overcome its many injuries. The beast would not give up….it couldn’t

“The mirror is gone…little sprite.” The jabberwocky felt its only way out now destroyed. “If I cannot return…then you will join me in HELL!” The mighty tail of the jabberwocky had not been caught up in the girl’s power, and it reared up behind the beast. A ball like club at the end of the tail produced large spikes, with spear like tips. Like a cat, the tail stiffened, and then the jabberwocky lowered its head, to unleash a series of spikes like rapid firing darts, that headed toward the girl, who had her arm cannon at the ready.

Little did anyone realize that in behind the jabberwocky, where the mirror had stood, was now a table…that contained a table of….cookies. Each cookie had words written on them.

“Eat me”

~RB~
Matt:
It had been ages since Aria, or her sister had been back to their home in Greed. About two years to be exact. However they had finished the job that the great Lord Mammon had sent them on, and now they were returning. On the way in though there was a grand shop along the road. It had a giant wooden cookie sitting above the door, and as Aria looked upon it a giant glimmer shone in her eyes, and a grin spread upon her lips. Before her sister could stop what was about to go down, Aria vanished into the cookie shop.

There was a giant ruckus in the shop before Aria burst out the doors once more, running at high speeds away from the shop. In her arms she carried bags and bags of varying cookies. As she ran she was actually leaving a trail of the treats behind her. From the shop the owner burst out, yelling at her to bring back the merchandise. Yes. The young girl had stolen over a hundred dollars in cookies.

Once they were far enough away Aria slowed down once more, and began walking normally, munching on a cookie. She seemed rather like a child as she munched the treat. One would not believe that she was the older of the two twins.

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Not too long after that, the castle of greed came into view.

“Yay! Almost home!” Aria yelled, dropping a couple of her cookies in excitement.

That was when a terrible roar ripped through the air. It was coming from the castle, and didn’t seem friendly.

“”Uh oh. I hope Mammon is ok.” she said, and then she vanished, a trail of roses following the path she had taken.

She was now standing directly in front of the ballroom door from the outside. She noticed the windows were smashed, and there were sounds of fighting coming from the inside. However her hands were full of the “Borrowed” cookies. She sat there, and thought for a moment, and then she seemed to decide on something. In the next moment her black booted foot was raised up, and slammed against the fragile doors of the ballroom. They were broken from the hinges, and fell to the ground with a crash.

Aria walked in through the doors, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face. This was her first mistake after being back. As soon as she was in the door way a giant tail came crashing down on her large pile of cookies, effectively crushing them to a non-edible level. It took the girl a moment to realize what had just happened to her, and as she looked upon the remains of the cookies a dark shadow fell across her face.

For a moment she stood there frozen, as though she had just lost a dear friend. This giant dragon-like creature had just crushed her cookies…… This was….. Unforgivable…… With a sudden explosion of force a pitch black aura surrounded the poor girl. The force of the sudden energy forced the ground under her to rupture, and sent her cloak billowing around her. Her hood had even flipped onto her head, casting more shadows upon her face.

This was a completely different girl from before, and it was clear, even if you did not know her well. With a snap of the wrist a large log of something red was in her hand. Though it did not stay like this long. The thing quickly shifted, and transformed into a giant scythe with crimson running all across it.

“I’ll…. I’ll never forgive you….. Let….. Let me…. Dissect…. you!!!!” her voice was quiet at first, but it quickly rose to a blood thirsty, and devilish roar.

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Her body crouched low as her eyes showed from the shadows under her hood. They were not the same as before now though. Her iris’ were tiny, and each was filled with the veins of rage. Her body was pumping blood all across her being. Now though came the delayed reaction of her dark aura. Those affected by it would start to see a world coated in blood. Everything would be dripping with it, even their bodies would be covered in the life-blood of all things. It was not a simple illusion. Aria’s dark aura was so powerful that it transferred her view of the world onto those around her.

That’s right. This is how she sees the world. Covered in blood, and dead. As the girl’s body lowered she laid the pole of the scythe across her shoulders, the blade aimed at the ground. The creature seemed to be suffering from some paralysis, though it was still moving some. With her highest possible speed Aria dashed under the chin of the creature, and spun, aiming the back of the scythe for the bottom of the jaw.

If this move were to connect it would have enough of the girl’s deranged force behind it to send the beast’s head into the ceiling. Following up with this move, the girl slammed a mag of her high velocity rounds into the slot in the scythe. These rounds were powerful enough to propel the girl as she rode the scythe, and so imagine the damage, or at least pain they could inflict upon this monstrosity, and cookie- killer. From her position under the monster she placed the end of the scythe on the ground to give it a stable setting, and began to fire off the rounds at the Jabberwocky’s under chin.

As fast as she could she would pull the trigger, and cock again, repeating the process until the mag was empty. This did not stop her though. She would load a second mag in, and continue the process until this mag was empty as well. She finished with a third mag, not wanting to let up on the assault of the beast. She would avenge her cookies if it was the last thing she would do. This entire assault was being played to the music of Aria’s blood curdling screams, and demented aura.

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 Whisper of Death [1]

Continuing from The Whispers of Death Introduction.

RP Collaboration.

Fortune:

Fortune stared at herself in the hotel mirror after getting ready for dinner, the loose curls of her blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

“God, I look like my mother,” she said to herself.

Her brown eyes had fine eyeliner wrapped around them, creating a cat eye. Red lipstick covered her mouth. She gave a smile, testing it out. The large gap between her front teeth was much too noticeable for her liking. She frowned, turning around to get the full effect of her ensemble.

She wore a dress that her mother gave to her for her sixteenth birthday, probably the most expensive thing that her parents ever bought for her. The money that her father “earned” was hardly ever spent on anything besides hiring hit men and other things relating to the business. The dress was long and red, with a slit running up to her left thigh. The front was covered up to her neck, but the gown was backless and showed off her tan skin and freckled shoulders. Brushing her hands down her torso and evaluating her appearance one more time, she let out a sigh and turned off the light. It was now or never.

 

Subtle:

Lance stared at himself in the mirror when he got to his room. Why are you so shy? Is it just the way you were raised? He thought. His parents were always gone, and his sister was always rude to him. So he had to be shy for many reasons. Maybe being here would help him overcome the shyness. “If only…” He sighed.

After he took a moment to himself, he began to get ready for the ‘party’ happening tonight on about, oh, 25 minutes. He put on a fancy suit, and made sure his hair looked at least a little decent. The freckles stared back at him in the mirror. What if you don’t get along with anyone? Oh you will. stop worrying about it… And he continued to get ready for the ‘big night.’

 

Lilah:

A few hours prior…
Stan was in the middle of the horrendous crowd before him. It annoyed him to no end to be in the middle of the swarming students, there was also a buzz going on about a celebrity’s daughter by the name of… Well Stan had no idea ‘Who the fuck cares anyway,’ He barely listened to the announcment, the architecture, while good looking did not faze him unlike others. He figured he was in the second pile of students going through the elevator dragging his black high quality suitcase he enters the elevator, ‘Bahh, parties aren’t my thing,’ He mentally whines despite knowing he would come anyways. The room number which he didn’t even check earlier was 418, he made his way after arriving on his floor.

 

Time Skip (7:24)

The hotel room was expensive looking, with tasteful furniture and its own kitchen, Stan didn’t really care as long as the place had WI-FI and a place to put his laptop he was content.
Stan, after checking the time decided it was time to go, not caring about his appearance, putted on a blazer on top on a white short-sleeved shirt, after finishing a quest in a video game, he grabbed a messenger bag filled with stuff he found necessary, and went out of the hotel room.

 

SA:

Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.

 

Lilah:

Stanley’s right eye twitched, the dress that a girl about his age wore to the ‘Party’ was annoying him greatly, the silver sequins bothering his eyes. He stared at the girl, with an annoyed face. Not recognizing the famous Celeste.

 

SA:

Celeste noticed someone about her age with dark hair staring at her. He seemed mildly annoyed, at her dress? Maybe he didn’t like her parents? Did she have something on her dress? Did she step on his foot?
” Can I help you?” She asked. She mainly asked this to acknowledge the fact that he was glaring at her, but also out of her curiosity; she’s not used to people looking at her like that.

Lilah:

“Not really,” Stan said, he turned away, and looked at the number of the floor, they were about to arrive, the elevator doors opened “Well you can get rid of the dress, but I hardly think you will do so.” He said walking out of the elevator.

 

Subtle:

Lance walked out of his room and looked around. No one, he thought. This place is big, how could no one be in the hallways– He stopped himself mid-sentence and realized: the party, that’s why. He then made his way to the elevator and made it to the floor the party was being held on and looked around again. I know nobody here… Maybe I should make some friends.

 

Ob:

Calista tucked her keycard on her purse when someone suddenly talked to her. She looked up and saw a dark haired guy with olive skin tone, perfectly dressed in a tailored suit. Calista arched an eyebrow and looked around but there was no one else behind her. She looked at him again, “Uh.. Me?”

Asha:

Earlier on the bus that day…

Rome was in the last row, and thus, was one of the last students to get out. Everyone shot her nervous looks. They had all heard the rumours about how she had a shot a boy for bumping into her in the hallways and then walking away without apologising.
Honestly. I may be the daughter of a mafia boss but I’m not crazy. I just punched him. Stupid pricks, spreading rumours.

Grabbing her bag and room key, without thanking the person who handed them to her (the guy wouldn’t look straight at her anyway), Rome made her way to her room after listening to the announcer dude say something about a party.

Looks like I’ll have to quit my badass style for some time. Ugh, parties suck.

7:00 pm, half an hour away from the party…

Rome stepped out of the shower with her raven black hair wet and sticking all around her neck. She had already chosen her dress and make up, and laid them out on her bed.

She would be wearing a strapless, icy blue dress that hugged her hourglass shape perfectly, with silver heels that had blue gems lined along the straps. Her make up included a natural looking layer of foundation, silver eye shadow, and natural looking lipstick. She had decided to leave her hair straight, like how she usually left it. Her only accessories were dangling earrings.
In exactly half an hour, she was ready.

Smirking as she grabbed a silver purse with all her necessary stuff in it, she got into a lift that had some other people in it. They visibly moved to a corner of the lift as she walked in, and gawked at her at the same time. “What are you looking at?” She asked them coldly, and they quickly looked.

In a minute, Rome had reached the level where the party was being held. She walked out the lift, and the other two students walked out after she had.

So this is our welcoming party. She thought, as she looked around.

 

SA:

” You think I have a choice to wear this crap?” She said under her breath frustrated before she realized the elevator doors are opening. She put a fake smile on her face and walked out of the elevator and into the party.

Razor:

“Yeah, you.” Jon said with a slight smirk. There was no one else in the corridor, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to talk to himself. Pulling out the party notice, which she may well recognize he flashed it at her, before folding it back up smartly to place back into his jacket pocket. “I think I saw you on the bus earlier.” The Italian looking lad was giving her cues in which to speak, but it may well have fell flat, as she wasn’t one for small talk by the looks of it. “So are you going to the party downstairs?” He asked, then finally remembering his manners. “I’m Giovanni…er.. Jon, by the way.” He didn’t give up his last name, since Jon didn’t think she’d want to go on his arm if she knew who he was the son of. Jon spoke with a slight accent, that could be considered endearing, if you liked that sort of thing.

There was a moment of awkward silence, as he could hear the ping of the elevator.

“If we hurry we could catch that one.”

 

Lilah:

 

“Maybe you have a choice, maybe you don’t, how the hell am I supposed to know?” Stan said, irritated. The girl was a bother, annoying and probably thought her life was hard to live, despite not being so. With that Stan went off to the party, making his way through the crowd, he leaned on a wall and just awkwardly stood there next to the snack table, not being known for being a social butterfly, most people ignored Stan, he after all was not his younger siblings, who were adored by the public. But of course some whispers about the guy were made, he was after all a famous actresses son.

 

Ob:

Calista gave him a smile. “Of course I know you.” she inserted an arm on the arm he offered. Her other free hand held the purse. “Shall we? Before we get late on that party.” Calista said. “Such a gentleman of you. I didn’t expect someone would see me and eventually escort me to that party.” She chuckled.

Calista may not talk a lot but she knows when to give away her charm. She knows a lot and everyone than she is expected to. She also knows how to play and let someone be in her hands. But that’s another story.

Asha:

 

At the party, Lucius saw this girl with Raven hair and a dangerous look on her. He had heard the rumours about her, shooting a boy in the hallways. Of course it wasn’t true: If something happened, Lucius was always there to take pictures. What was her name again? Some city. Paris? No, that couldn’t be. London? That would just be stupid. Rome! Her name was Rome! A not even decent opening line came into his head: just the way he liked it. He walked up to the girl, tapping her on the shoulder of her icy blue dress. “Ave, Romae estis? Tu estis pulcra et magna! Sum Lucius. You know what that means?”

 

Razsor:

There was something magical about the way a simple smile can light up a girl’s face. It was the best indicator that Jon hadn’t been too bold in his intentions to escort Calista to the party. The girl looked a knockout in the silver gown, and matched his attire to a T. The pair looked as though they planned this, though nothing could be further from the truth. From the way she spoke, she already knew who he was. Well, that was understandable. He was a Bianchi, and they had a certain profile – both physically and in the media. Taking her arm properly, he strolled with her to the lift – his chest out proud and his chin held high. You could say he met up to the name, and was certain to show Calista off when they arrived at the party.

“It’s fashionable to make an entrance….or in our case, be a little late.” Jon and Calista just made the lift and he spun her around when the doors closed – sealing them in. The dark haired Jon flicked his hair back a little, as part of it had fallen down before his eyes. It gave him a slightly roguish look. “A beautiful girl such as yourself deserves to be shown off…and I plan to do just that.” Giovanni’s cologne was quite strong in the confined space of the lift, and it may have made Calista a little light headed. Everything, about Jon…seemed to be rich and powerful. From the fleck of gold from his cuff links and watch, to the fifty watt smile, that he only showed to someone he either wanted to impress, or genuinely liked.

On the opening of the doors on the floor where the party was happening, the smile fell away and he looked dominant once again.

“Lets show these kids how it’s done.”

 

SA:

She glared back at the guy, he came off at so negative, but at the same time she didn’t mind that he didn’t know who she was. She was near some other famous girls; they were less well known than herself, nevertheless, they still complained about their first world problems and bragged about the all the awards the received from a few years back. She just agreed, smiled, and nodded; just like her parents wanted her to. This is how you make friends right? She thought anxiously.

 

Ob:

“Oh, that’s great then?” there was a faint question in her voice. But Calista, nevertheless, let the dark haired boy escort her to the party. It was already full of people, the speakers were producing mellow music… yet. She walked with confidence along with Jon, her heels making bold sounds on the orange-yellow floor as they entered the party. Her face showed a faint, intimidating smile, something that she rarely does. But she feels confident, especially with Mr. Bianchi here.

 

 

 

RPC – Trisha Livingstone – The Masquerade.

Real Name : Trisha Livingstone

Gender : Female

Age : 18

Date of Birth : October 12th

Height : 5’8″

Mask Name : Rabbit

Appearance :

Personality : Not every girl wants to be the Prom Queen. Certainly not, Trisha. Bad mouth, Bad Attitude, she doesn’t suffer fools, or plays by society rules. A trouble maker from the early years, there isn’t nothing that she hasn’t tried. Cheated, stolen and lied. As well intentioned as her Aunts had been, there was no way they could keep her under control – save for locking her in the attic. Which she would probably enjoy. After all, that is where all the families historical pieces are kept. Steel grey eyes judge all that she sees, and if she doesn’t like you, don’t expect to be stabbed in the back. She’ll just slam that knife into your chest.

Lost Parents : Trisha’s mother died giving birth to her. Her father’s whereabouts and identity are unknown.

Hobbies : Drawing, with the desire to be a tattoo artist. Going to live concerts, and cruising with a close circle of friends that share her passions.

Skills : Burping the alphabet and piercing ears with a needle.

Fights like a Girl – The Kingdom of Greed :PD

Back at the Greed Kingdom, the Princess has no idea that her family have vanished, while she is getting fitted out to fight the Jabberwocky.

Kiri:
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You ever have that moment when you’re so caught up in the enjoyment of the moment you can’t control your thoughts or actions? That was Ayana at the moment, she was caught up in such a creepy mentality that she was even going as far as to run the bottom of her tongue along the tops of her left hand knuckles with a look of what looked to be expectation of the moment. She wasn’t lying when she said she planned to break this beast, and oh he was a fiery one considering the tone of his voice, but it only brought a look of even more glee. As his eyes unleashed their little eye beam, the girl didn’t hesitate to lift a hand, unleashing a torrent of her Divine Lightning right into the beam in the shape of a wall of brilliant, white, crackling energy which coursed and fought off the beam with ease. While that beam was able to char the flesh and burn it away, her white lightning was a different matter all together, the only true way to defend against that was another form of energy; for a very good example, his own sprays of energy and flame, as well as the eye beam. What most didn’t know is… if you didn’t have a way to negate the lightning itself… blocking it was pointless as the electrical energy would still channel through and seize up your muscles to the point of being unable to move. The most debilitating use is paralyzation. Which she did to the Jabberwocky.

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“Ah, you’re being a very bad boy~ Time to teach you a lesson.~”

Even with the eye beam coming at her wall of lightning, the girl jabbed her sword as hard as possible into the ground, jamming it there before she lifted her right hand and smiled as she charged up a large amount of Divine Lightning around her curled fingers. It was a bit scary how she was finding everything he was doing to be kind of… just plain bad, like he was a child to be scolded in spite of being a massive dragon. Ayana would have pointed her hand right at the Jabberwocky, discharging so much of that holy energy right at him that once it hit he’d be put in excruciating pain; keeping it going she wouldn’t stop till he released his little eye beam, but as she finished she’d just be standing there. Giggling with insanity and speaking with a bit of a tone which told she was going to enjoy every little thing she did to him.

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“Do you give in yet?~ Or do I need to break you further?~”

And with that she just… continued giggling, laughing with such a wide grin you’d think her face was about to split as she let the electricity continue coursing through him and paralyzing him if it had connected, obviously ready to continue dealing out this torturous damage without end.

Dessy:
“Aye…armor, the likes that be fitting for a woman of your stature.” Suda spoke, and Mariela tilted her head. Suda was loyal – that much was obvious. He’s been with Greed since Mammon and never once left. If that wasn’t loyal to Greed, she didn’t know what was. Mariela lifted her head when the ceiling tremored, and dust began falling. “I’m running out of time…” she mumbled, looking back at Suda

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She looked at the armor as Suda spoke. It did have enchantments. That’s what Mariela had assumed. “Power booster?”she repeated. That meant it amplified her powers. Otherwise, made them greater than they actually were… at least that’s what she was getting out of it. That could be useful in many ways. And now that she thought about it, she forgot that she inherited Lydia’s powers. She might have to play around with that one day. That’d be useful.

She kept listening to him as he talked about the powers. “But then again, you aren’t no ordinary witch, are ya?” Suda spoke, and Mariela shrugged. “That’s what everybody else keeps telling me.” she said. “I don’t know.” she said again. She didn’t understand it – but that’s what they said. Mariela took the suit when it was handed to her, holding it up and looking at it. She looked up as Suda finished talking, before looking down at the suit. “Well…” she said. “Let’s try this thing on.” she spoke again, taking the suit and beginning to slip it on.

She then took the gauntlets, beginning to slip those on as well. “Anything else I should know about?” she asked, speaking as she continued to slip the armor on. She didn’t know how much time she had left. But she needed to get to the ballroom.

Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

There was so much about the Greed kingdom that Mariela didn’t know about. Suda, who had been faithful to each reigning monarch for as long as he could remember had always kept busy in his little blacksmith shop – but there was more to this underground dungeon than met the eye. Dealing with the Princess, while the upstairs ballroom was being turned into a gladiator arena, Suda found himself in a situation that he never expected himself to be in. Instead of whipping on the armor and racing off with sword in hand to go and fight the might Jabberwocky – who was going ten rounds with a lightning sprite, she wanted to know….if there was anything else she should know about.

Suda paused. Standing still…staring at the girl. Perhaps it was time to allow her to be privy to what really had been going on beneath the bowels of Greed castle.

“I was going to wait for a more opportune moment, but…since you forced my hand.” Suda reached for a large lever and pulled hard on it. What happened next would leave the girl truly spellbound and probably in shock. A massive stone wall started to turn around, revelling what was a large passage way. From the sounds of it, there was something going on down the tunnel.

“Guess you should see the lab.” The Lab? What had Suda been keeping a closely guarded secret? Motioning with his stubby little hand, he urged the Princess to follow, even with the loud roars still coming up from the ballroom. “Oh…no rush to go fight the beast, I am sure it will still be there when we are finished…NOW…welcome to Greed central. It is here that we are working on new and wonderful ways to defend the Kingdom.”

If she was to look, she would see an army of dwarves….more than Snow white ever had, and they were doing everything from making swords, to testing out new flame throwers against other dwarves in special protective suits. In the background a young dwarf was tinkering on what looked like a special gauntlet. Rupert…was his name and he was sporting a large pair of blast goggles and had a blackened face. His lab coat was covered in singes, and he smelt…like crispy bacon.

“Rupert…I have someone to introduce to you.” Suda then mentioned to Mariela “This is my son, who is training to follow in my footsteps.”

Glancing up, Rupert turned off his blow torch and shifted the googles off his eyes. He’d not seen Mariela before, and had no idea who she was.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?’ Rupert was not the most polite of chaps.

“Son…this is the Princess of Greed. She is the ruler of this Kingdom. Show some respect!” He was typical of youth of the day – outspoken and brash.

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“Ah yes…the legendary Princess of Greed. You’re the one that turned Lydia into slime. Nice work. I hate to say it, but…you don’t exactly look the evil ruler type to me.”

“RUPERT!” Suda couldn’t believe his son’s brutal honesty. Yes, she didn’t look evil, but then again looks could be deceiving. The young dwarf coughed before shrugging his shoulders. “I thought women liked to be told nice things.”Poor boy was trying to pay her a compliment. Dragging his hand down his face, Suda then asked Rupert what he was working on.

“Care to give a demonstration of that…gauntlet?’ This was a prototype that had yet to be tested out properly. Rupert was a bit shocked that his father wanted to do a presentation…especially with the noise coming from upstairs. A piece of the ceiling dropped down as you could hear the Jabberwocky going off the deep end.

Rupert carefully lifted the gauntlet off the stand on which it was placed and then fitted it to his hand.

“One size fits all, comes in an array of colours….” he twirled his hand around and wiggled the fingers. “High quality adamantium, which we harvested from a passing chap who looked a lot like Hugh Jackman.” He coughed, then continued. “Retractable claws, capable of tearing through any fabric or metal. Perfect for playing tic tac toe on a dragon’s face….ALSO it throws a net of plasma when you press this button….right…here!” Rupert pressed the button, only for the net to shoot out and hit a passing dwarf, pinning him to the wall.

“Test 27….ah a direct hit. Sorry about that, Wilson.” Rupert saluted the dwarf stuck to the wall, and then continued. “This button activates an invisibility cloak device…which makes the wearer invisible to the naked eye. Rupert clicked the button and then he simply vanished from sight – though..you could still hear him.

“As you can see….or rather not…this gauntlet is a wonderful addition to your armor, M’lady. Thinking about making you matching boots to complete the ensemble. One can never have enough of those. So…any questions?” Funny thing was…he was still invisible.

Upstairs, the Jabberwocky was getting as good as he was giving. Ayana had released a powerful lightning beam to counter the fire blast from his eyes, with a spectacular ball of power now hovering between them. The plucky little fighter was not about to be giving up anytime soon. And neither was the Jabberwocky. The bitch had used her spear strikes to incapacitate the creature, as well as wrap him in a type of binding hold, but there is always other ways in which to fight. What the Jabberwocky did not count on however, was the use of her holy powers. Strange you might say for a creature who was in the very bowels of hell, in a sin Kingdom. That alone was enough to make you question everything. The Jabberwocky let out a terrible noise of pain, with his muscles twitching and contracting during the onslaught. But there was one thing the beast was capable of and that was being able to continue to fight through the pain, as bad as it was. If he couldn’t move the bulk of his body and his eyes still could, he directed the fire beam to the iron chain that supported the very new and shiny chandelier, that was hanging right over the plucky little lightning strike. With a great exertion of power, he fired a blast that would sheer through the chains, causing the chandelier to swing and then fall…..plummeting at speed towards the girl who was in its path of landing. This was to serve as a distraction and give the Jabberwocky the chance to regain some strength of movement, to break through the debilitating lighting strikes.

~RB~

The Whisper of Death.

The Whisper of Death


(Inspired by The Heirs and Who are you? School 2015)


Kryss University is a school for the rich. The heirs of famous, popular businesses, the children of the politicians, the children of popular, worldwide artists and the children of some mafias attends here. They are beautiful and handsome, and rich. You may think they are perfect and lives a very comfortable life, but you are wrong. Every student in this university have a deep secret that would destroy their reputation– their lives, once discovered. Everything have flaws; nothing, no one is indeed perfect, whether you are rich or poor, beautiful or ugly.

A new school year has started again. Each student is excited to start the new year, have fun and make new memories. Everything that happened last year was buried and forgotten or left as a memory that would stick to them. But not everyone have forgotten.

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They may look innocent; they may live a comfortable life; they may be kind. But no one is perfect; no one could have a perfect life. These students are one example. Be careful who you are dealing with.

 

 

 

Ob:

The bus halted in front of a huge, tall building. “Okay guys,” their adviser said through a megaphone. Everyone silenced. “We have arrived on the hotel we are staying for 4 days. Each one of you will have your own room. As you get off, we’ll give you guys the hotel cards.” the students hollered, some of them pumping their fist on the air. Calista remained quiet on her seat and listened as the adviser talked again. “Now, the first row will get up and get off then the next and next.” the first row get up and get off. Calista sat on the 2nd row, so after the 1st row of students get off, she stood up and followed the girl in front of her. As she get off, a man gave her her galaxy colored suitcase and a hotel card. Written across from it in bold, medium sized letters was 423. Calista walked past them and pulled her shades down to her eyes. The 3pm sun blared below them, merciless.

Calista sighed in relief as she entered the hotel. The cold, comfortable air from the air conditioner welcomed her. The hotel’s lobby was amazing, of course, it’s a 5 star hotel. It was huge, like a grand ballroom. It has two, huge gold chandeliers, an indoor fountain in the center that produced the different colors of the rainbow, a couple of very artistic paintings hung on the wall and red couches with gold laces. There is also a mini fish pond on the corner of the room. The students who first got off crowded in the center of the hotel, apparently waiting for the next announcement. Calista joined them and stood meters away from them. She silently listened to them while her eyes rested on the hotel’s glass door that keeps producing another student. The students near her were talking about how they’ll spend their first night. She also wondered how she will spend her first night– it will probably depend on the activities.

 

Kay:

 

Fortune exited the bus, excited for her new adventure in life. Leaving behind her family in New York was a difficult decision to make, pushing for a more independent lifestyle than any woman in her family before her. A smile spread across her face as the group of students entered the hotel, receiving their key cards on the way. 426. She enclosed her hand around the piece of plastic and brought it up to her lips, kissing her hand and wishing for good luck – something her father had always done before a job.

The hotel was extremely extravagant, covered in gold and wonder. As Fortune passed a painting of the Virgin Mary, she stopped and made the sign of the cross over her torso. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked around the lobby and examined its beauty. She was used to the dingy shops and apartments of New York. Her father may have been a mafia boss, but he refused to leave the neighborhood for a better home. So they remained where they had since Fortune was a baby, and her father still worked at a pizza place.

 

Luc:

 

Lucius walked into the hotel with just two small suitcases. He had always traveled the world but hated carrying much, so he traveled light. All the students were looking at the fish, the furniture, the paintings on the wall or their phone. Lucius, however, was looking at the high ceiling. It had an almost perfect duplication of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel on it. He had seen and studied the real one, so he could see the mistakes, but it was amazingly well done. He opened his jacket and got out the phone his father had given to him: It was no good for more than calling and taking photos, but it was amazing at the latter. It was the best camera phone out there, and Lucius carried it everywhere. The Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore, The Great Pyramids, it was all on his phone.

 

TML:

 

Alexis jumps out of the bus. She’s excited to see what’s in store for her. And she, like most of her peers, hoped that this trip will be an unforgettable experience.
Alexis walked inside the hotel, impressed by it’s architectural design. She carries her luggage with her. Alexis checked her hotel card over and over again, to memorize her room number. 421, it’s easy to memorize but she can’t help but to look at it over and over again.

 

SA:

 

Celeste sat on the bus, she slowly slid her finger across the window. Her ring finger was covered dust from the old window. The bus came to a halt, she exited the bus and put her hood on her sweatshirt down to get a better look at the tall building. To her horror, dozens of her classmates faces lit up and started going to her. Oh God….. Even at this school they know who I am. Her parents were extremely famous celebrities, she would attend red carpet events, has been interviewed by the news, even her birth was a huge anouncement to the media. Celeste absolutely hates getting so much attention, she’d rather study, play videogames, participate in sports, and be a normal teenager. She wished her parents could just let her go to a normal school, whatever.

 

Ob:

 

Once the students were in one place, their adviser stood in front of them with his megaphones. “Okay, 12th grade. Proceed to your rooms and come back here at..” He stopped and checked his wristwatch, “7:30 pm sharp. We’ll all be having our dinners together. Make sure to wear your grandest outfit for the night!” He announced. The crowd burst into giggles and chats, mostly coming from the girls. “Now, we’ll let 20 students first go inside the elevator then the next batch and the next.” The hotel staff guided the students near the elevator. It was huge and made of glass where you can see through it.

Calista pasted herself on the wall, her suit case standing in her sneakers’ edge. She let the other students pass by her. She doesn’t mind of being last, she’ll arrive there anyway. And, she’ll also have a time to appreciate the room. It was so beautiful she wondered why her father hadn’t made negotiations to buy this hotel. Or was it theirs? Her parents never really pushed her to be part of their business, especially that she’s not the heir. Though,Moshe sometimes spectate business meetings when she’s bored and attend formal dinners and parties.

 

SA:

 

She briskly walks past her classmates who recognized her and stepped into the grande hotel and stared in awe. She walked silently around the lobby to pass time until she would hear further announcement. The lobby was glorious, gorgeous ceiling paintings, fountains with detailed sculptures, and paintings thats eyes watch you no matter what angle she happened to be at. Her long sundress caught on a mounted doorstopper she begun to trip over her dress before she caught herself. A few heads turned around because she made this big tapping noise when she caught herself. Great, now people know where I am she thought.
“Your Celeste, right?” A stout girl said excitedly.
Celeste goes here?” Her taller friend exclaims.
A small crowd of students surround her, asking her many questions about her parents. Celeste’s face flushes red underneath her heavy makeup.
Students start to fill up the elevator, she joins in too. She spots a girl with blondish hair, maybe it’s Calista, Celeste has heard of before throuh the other students.
Maybe I should make friends with her, she seems nice, right? Ok, act normal and friendly. You got this….

 

TMI:

 

Alexis noticed how people went crazy over somebody. One of her schoolmate, Celeste or something else that start with C. A famour actress maybe, Alexis don’t really follow gossip and news about celebrity. She’s her father daughter, after all. All she read about is about politics and international news.
Rather than grouping around her, people… Make some distance with her. Well, indeed that occasionally men wearing black suit would follow her arouns but not this time (or at least as long as she know).

Alexis make into the elevator, eager to see the hotel hallway and room design.

 

SA:

 

Maybe another day? There is too many people here right now, if I talk to one person then they’ll all expect me to talk everyone. For now I’ll just answer any non-personal questions until I get to my room. Man, this has been the longest minute ever.
The elevator slowly rises up to the different floors, Celeste liked to see the numbers indicating the floor level change, there was something peaceful about that. While answering some questions and being introduced to some of the more popular students on the elevator her eyes darted around examining each of the students. She saw this girl give a curious look towards her for a second, the girl was with a few other classmates, she noticed that about 1/6 of the students in the elevator didn’t know who her parents were and boy, was she glad. She held on to the metallic hand rail, her hand felt the elevator halt and the doors slowly opened to reveal a hallway.

 

Ob:

 

Calista noticed Celeste looking at her, everyone knows her. However, Calista pretended she didn’t see her. When the time came for the last batch to go inside the elevator, Calista moved and joined the other students. She was the last one to enter the elevator, thus, she stood near the glass door. The elevator ascended; Calista waited patiently. Each time the elevator passes a floor, the lobby always have different design. It was elegant, unique and gorgeous; it was full of chandeliers, gold, silver, white, red and black. The elevator pinged and halted in the 7th floor. The glass door spread open and Calista stepped out. She looked in awe as she stood on the floor’s lobby. The center had some Greek goddess statue fountain, around it are beds of daises and roses.

Calista headed straight and started to search for her room, 423. The first two doors that stood across from each other were 400 and 401– she have a long way to go. As she started to walk on the marbled floor, the hallway was full with laughter and it made her assured and comfortable. She turned right, then turned left and finally found her door. She scanned the hotel key on the sensor on the door knob. The light became green and produced a ping sound, Calista twisted the knob and opened her room’s door. She stick out a hand and searched the wall for the switch. But she immediately drew back her hand as she felt something cold touch or rather, graze, the back of her palm. She knew it was not an object, she was certain, since it was soft yet cold, very cold that it sent chills on her spine. Nervously, she stick her hand again and tapped the wall for the switch, after a second, she found it and the room’s lights turned on.

 

 

Fort:

 

Fortune learned that her victim’s name was Lucius. She apologized again and again, but he kept reassuring her that it was okay. They talked about the amazing art on the ceiling, and he asked her if she had ever been to the Sistine Chapel. Fortune blushed and looked at her feet.

“To be honest, I’ve never been outside of Brooklyn until I got accepted into this school.”

After their conversation, Fortune made her way to her room. Upon opening the door, she was in awe. The whole room was the size of her apartment back in Brooklyn. After the door shut behind her, she let out an excited screech. Running towards the bed, she jumped on it and landed on her back. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric of the comforter and breathed in the clean scent. She was really gonna love this.

 

SA:

 

She dragged her suitcases through the hallway. ” Need any help?” Asked the same stout girl she talked to in the lobby. ” No thanks, I’m fine.” Celeste responded, walking to her presidential suite. She unlocked the door using a room card, a small green light lit up and she heard the door’s locks making a clicking noise. Her suite was fairly large; it had a small kitchenette, living room, wide balcony, a master bedroom, a HUGE bathroom, and walk in closet. This must be the presidential suite. Celeste rolled her eyes, she honestly rather have a smaller room since it makes no sense for one person to require so much space and luxury. She has tried to tell her parents that she feels wierd about getting so much stuff and special rooms, her parents would always say in excuse that the extra space was for her “friends”. Celeste actually doesn’t have any friends, although sometimes she has to interact with other children of celebrities and politicians to get good press.

 

Ob:

 

(Time skip to 7pm, 30 minutes before the party)

Calista stood in front of the bathroom’s wide mirror, she wore her bathrobe and her blonde hair was wrapped in a towel. A small case of make-up was wide open in the counter and a bunch of rollers sat beside it. She started applying make-up: foundation, black-eyeliner, mascara, light red eyeshadow, a small blush-on and a scarlet red lipstick. She also put on a dark forest green contacts. After she was done with her make-up, she unwrapped her hair. Using the blower, she let it dry first and then wore the rollers.

While waiting for the rollers to do its work, she stepped out of the bathroom. She picked up her outfit from the bed which was full of other clothes. The dress she picked was black, fitting, short and sexy. It has a turtleneck that is see-through until her collarbone, the sleeves were until her wrist and they are also see-through. The chest part of the dress until its end is the only part that is not see-through. Calista stepped out of her bathrobe and wore the dress. It hugged her slender body and emphasized her S line shape. The dress ended meters above her knees. She then paired it with a black boot heels that ended on her ankles, It has a ribbon on the side where small diamonds traced its outline. Its heels were long, thin and sharp. Calista then proceeded to the accessories. She wore a pair of ruby dangling earrings, and a diamond ring which she inserted in her middle finger. The stone of the ring was small and is in a heart shape.

After a couple of minutes, Calista went back to the bathroom and removed the rollers, her blonde hair was wavy and soft. She let the other side of her blonde hair fall into her shoulder while she left the other side resting on her back. She stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse in the bed. It was plain silver and is made of silk. She stuffed in her phone, her wallet, a handkerchief, her foundation, lipstick, a small perfume and her breath spray– a lady always bring breath sprays.

Calista closed her purse and looked up at the clock, 7:27 pm. Calista went to the door and removed the room keycard to its home, making every light in the room turn off. She stepped out of the room, locked the door and put her keycard on her purse.

 

Razor:

 

Earlier on the bus….

Jon had been the last to make his way down the bus from the back. This common mode of transportation was something of a disgraceful way to have to pull up at the hotel where the students would be spending the next four days. With his eyes shaded behind dark ray ban glasses, Jon sneered at the bus driver, who had been waiting patiently for the straggler to leave. Approaching the driver, Jon noted something familiar about him. He was an older male, about sixties and with a large bald patch that was covered by the world’s worst comb over. The driver reminded him of one of his father’s chauffeurs over the years. Badly dressed and portly, reeking of cigarette smoke. Clearly, the driver was dying to have a break so that he could enjoy a few with some whiskey. Jon reached into his jacket pocket and tossed the driver a fifty dollar bill, patting the man on the shoulder in a condescending way. “Thanks for keeping it running…” Not bothering to wait for a reply, Jon jumped down the last step onto the pavement, and headed inside the hotel, where a porter was waiting. Giovanni’s father had taken the liberty of arranging for his son’s luggage to arrive ahead of the group, and of course it meant that Jon didn’t have to lift a finger. The porter snapped his heels together on seeing the young well dressed man enter. This had to be Master Bianchi. He handed Jon his room key and then gestured to where the lifts were. Already he was well behind the others, but thankfully the porter knew the room that Giovanni was staying in, as well as the night’s activities. The porter handed Jon a slip of paper. Taking it, Jon took off his sunglasses and carefully folded them, placing them in his pocket as he waited for the lift. Reading it, Jon’s right eyebrow raised slightly.

“Party at 7.30pm? Really? So on top of having to ride in the bus with these clowns, I now have to socialize with them as well?” Jon didn’t even look at the porter, to seek his answer. The doors to the lift opened, and he strode in. Huffing as he did so. In truth, he would be much happier to spend the night watching the sports channel, than having to dress up in a tux and put on airs and graces that he clearly didn’t have. The lift went up to the fourth floor, where it opened out and the porter pointed to the right. “Room 419, Sir.” Jon swaggered down the hall, finally coming to a stop outside his appointed room. Swiping the card, the green light indicator came on, and Jon pushed the door open, with the porter following in with his luggage. The room was quite spacious and well appointed. All the mod cons that you would appreciate in such an establishment. While Jon went to go look out the balcony window, the porter stacked Jon’s bags, before coughing to signal that he wished to be tipped. Well, he had done his job and deserved something. Taking out a rolled up wad of notes, he then placed a ten dollar note in the porter’s outstretched hand, which he took gracefully. “If you need anything else, Sir?” He paused, half expecting something, but Jon simply waved him away dismissively. If he wanted anything, it would be the TV guide and the room service menu. Once the porter left the room, Jon checked his watch for the time. Enough for a nap, and then shower and change. Jon flopped backwards, landing on the bed – staring at the ceiling.

Time skip – 6.59pm

Giovanni emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair still wet from the hot shower. His Italian designer suit was hanging on the door, and he had a pair of shoes that had been polished and ready, along with his smalls and crisp white shirt. One thing about Jon was that when he went out, he always looked good. Even if he really would rather laze about the hotel, or sneak down to the bar. Amazing what he could get away with with his father’s connections. Dressing himself reasonably quickly, he was soon fixing his tie, when he flashed a glance at the time. Fixing on his jacket, he slid on his Rolex watch, and then placed his wallet on the inside pocket of his jacket. The key card was on the edge of his night stand, and that was the last thing he had to bring. One last look in the mirror, and he gave a light shrug of the shoulders. It was now 7.28pm. Great…he was going to be fashionably late. Stepping out the door of his suite, he emerged in the corridor close to the same time as a blonde haired girl that was done up to the nines. Pocketing the key card to the room, he showed her a half smile.

“You with the school?” He may well have not recognized her from those on the bus, but if she was a student, she sure scrubbed up well. “Need an escort?” Jon offered his arm anyways.