RPC – Giovanni “Jon” Bianchi – The Whisper of Death

Role play Character Sheet.

 

Name: Giovanni “Jon” Bianchi
Age: 18
Appearance: Dark haired with olive complexion, brown eyes – typical of Italian European background. 5’8” in height, weighing 160 lbs, muscular build, toned and athletic.
Grade (11-12): 12
Son of: Mafia Boss

Personality: Arrogant or aloof, does not suffer fools and loves to surround himself with the best looking girls in school. Has money; but has never had to work a day in his life. Disciplined with what would be considered tough love, he has a hard exterior that hides some dark family secrets. Family business connections brought him to this country.

Morning Sickness – The Embassy : PD

 

Nicholas’s sudden illness takes everyone by surprise.

The Embassy RP – Yaoi romance.

 

 

Tsu:

 

 


In a room up in the farther part of the castle laid a person, one who groaned as the sunlight shined in through the window. Sighing a bit he would let go of the pillow and sit up, looking out the window. It was a nice day by the looks of it, his arm going up to his forehead and covering his face. A small yawn escaped his lips as long white hair flowed down to his back, the person half naked. Nicholas removed the sheets from his legs and swung them to the side to sit on the edge. It had been a while since that moment long ago; where Valmont purposed to Nicholas. It was still a shock to him at some points, he wasn’t sure what it meant at first. But once the realization came to him he was shocked and gladly accepted it. He had loved Valmont and he had did all that, it was something special. Standing Nicholas would remove the boxers he had on, standing nude there for a moment. Walking to the window he would shut the curtain and the room would be dark again, little light shining in. A knock had been heard and he picked up a towel, wrapping it around his waist.

” Coming! ” Nicolas said, walking and opening the door. A servant had been there with a tray of food. What was this?

” Valmont had requested you be served breakfast in the morning.” She said and handed the tray walking away.

Nicholas took the tray and shut the door setting it on the table. Breakfast? He hoped he wasn’t going to be treated like some royal but know him he probably was. With a small sigh he walked into the bathroom, dropping the towel and starting the shower. The windows fogged up moments later and he stepped in, the warm water hitting his back. It had felt nice to be cleaned in the morning, slowly he’d go to washing his body. Thoughts of Valmont entered his mind and he simply giggled a bit, continuing to wash. After twenty minutes of washing and cleaning the shower would turn off and he’d step out of shower. Nicholas would pick up a towel and wrapped it around himself, standing in the mirror. He really did look like a girl like this, soaking wet hair down, the girl features and his body. His eyes went to the small marks to his neck from the other previous night. You could say his sexual relationship in life had changed drastically, he was more open and willing to go such long lengths with him. He was use to being nude in front of the man, they were husband and wife after all.

After drying his hair he’d slide a silk robe on and tied it around the waist. It was slightly big but, still fit so the shoulders of the gown would hang down revealing his shoulders. Walking out of the bathroom he’d go to sit down on the bed near the tray, taking the tray its self he’d place it on the bed. Nicholas would go to eating the food away, you could say he was hungry and that was something new, but it didn’t bother him. After another 20 minutes of eating he’d put the tray on the table and laid on the bed. He had felt good right now and the cold air hitting his bare skin made it much more better. Roughly 10 minutes later a feeling would come to his stomach, one of feeling very sick and nauseous. What was it? With his body reaction he was up off the bed in seconds and into the bathroom on the ground, his head over the toilet. Moments later he had started throwing up a bunch and red liquid came after. What was that? Once more it came up with more crimson liquid, it was blood. Why was he throwing up and blood with it?

After the situation in the bathroom he’d shut the toilet and flushed it, washing his face and walking out. A couple of times earlier he had, had similar situations but, not blood. Was he coming down with something of the flu? It was unknown to him, sitting on the bed he put a hand to his stomach. This had worried him now and he’d make sure he’d go to a doctor soon if it continued on. Laying back on the bed the robe would slide up, showing his thin legs and he shut his eyes. Valmont and the others would probably wonder why Nicholas hadn’t come down but, he didn’t care at the moment. He wanted to relax, it had been a sick morning. 

Razorbackwriter:

 

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont had been waiting for some time for Nicholas to make an appearance in his office. The Ambassador had long since finished his coffee, and Jensen had cleared away the tray leaving Valmont to his thoughts. Naturally, they were filled with nothing but Nicholas, and that look on his face when he had accepted the Ambassador’s proposal. Standing by his desk, Valmont let his fingers run along the edge of the oak, being deep in thought and feeling chuff about the whole thing. Sure, he had a lot to do that day but part of him just wanted to hole Nicholas up in his room and make love to him till the sun set once more. A light chuckle left his lips, his hand leaving the timber of the desk and falling to his side. Valmont took out his pocket watch and noted the time. A crease formed on his brow as he saw it was a lot later than he had imagined. ~Where can he be?~ he thought to himself.

It was then that Valmont decided to go and check on Nicholas. Maybe he had gone to his own office first and got caught up in talks with some of the more nosy of the staff. Talk of engagements and weddings were always enough to stop staff from doing their duties fully. Straightening his jacket, Valmont strolled out of his office and went down the hall – nodding politely at all that passed him till he rounded into Nicholas’s office only to find that he wasn’t there.

“Strange…” Valmont said aloud. The ambassador stopped a passing maid, who curtseyed at him. “Yes, Sir?”

“Have you seen Nicholas yet?” He now had a frown, as he was starting to worry about his lover. This was most unlike him. The maid shook her head. “No one has seen him since he had his breakfast tray taken in, Sir.”

‘Hmmm….alright, carry on.”

The girl bobbed and continued on her way, leaving Valmont standing there rubbing his temple. He was going to have to go and check in Nicholas’s bedroom and make sure he was alright. Arriving a few minutes later, Valmont knocked twice, before entering. it was then he could see Nicholas laying down with his robe having slid up so his legs were fully exposed. The breakfast tray had been finished, and it showed he had eaten. Was he unwell?

Walking up to the bed, Valmont sat down on the edge, and then gently caressed Nicholas’s cheek tenderly.

“Love, are you awake?” Concern written all over his face.

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Tsu:

 

 

 


By this time Nicholas had been somewhat sleeping but not fully. Hearing the knocking didn’t register to Nic’s ears as his eyes stayed shut. It had been a bit of a surprise to feel a caress of his cheek but, he knew who it was. Opening his eyes he looked up at his lover. A soft smile came to his lips as he sat up now, next to Valmont. He had been a bit asleep but, not that much. The feeling from earlier still lingered a bit in his stomach but, not as much. His hair sprawled down his shoulder and back, the robe hanging a bit as he set his hand on his lap.

” I’m wide awake, just feeling a little sick. Nothing out of the usual, so I ended up slightly falling back to sleep.” He said and slowly he fell right back onto his bed, on his back.

What was it? He just didn’t feel like moving much or getting up but, maybe that was just cause of how he felt. Maybe something was horribly wrong with his body but, what could it possibly be? Softly breathing he moved his head to look over at Valmont and simply admired him, it was nice to see him again since he hadn’t seen him since the previous night. A soft smile fell onto his lips again. 

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

Embassy of Hell

Naturally, Valmont’s thoughts turned to the worst when Nicholas had said that he was feeling a little sick. Was it from the breakfast tray that had been provided? A bad egg, or some suspect bacon? It explained a lot about why Nicholas had been missing that morning. The Ambassador reached for Nicholas’s hand and held it between his. Worried that it might be a case of food poisoning, due to Nicholas wanting to lay back down again, instead of getting up – had Valmont ready to call for the Embassy physician. Nicholas had never had a sick day in all the years that he worked at the Embassy so this was most unusual.

“Perhaps a day in bed wouldn’t hurt. i can fetch the Doctor for you, if you would like.”This was more to allay the Ambassador’s own concerns as he really wanted to know the nature of Nicholas’s illness. They had so much to talk about and plan, since Valmont was hoping to discuss about their future. Everything about a proper engagement, and of course later a grand wedding in the Embassy grounds.

Though now didn’t seem to be the right time at all. Nicholas was breathing so softly and appeared fragile if anything. It was the feminine side that Valmont was loving more and more each day. His thoughts quickly changed for a moment, as he found himself staring at Nicholas, letting his eyes wander down his supple neck.

“Do you know how hard it is to be near you…..and not be able to have my way?” There was a tease in his words, cause he knew it was the wrong thing to say with Nicholas being sick. Valmont leaned forward to steal a kiss, before getting ready to get up and fetch the Doctor.

“Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?’ he asked.

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Tsu:

 

 

 


A doctor? That was what Nicholas was going to do himself but, he guessed Valmont could do it too. A day in bed sounded good but, he had work too. Though that feeling was coming on strong again, he was wondering if he’d have to run to the bathroom again. There was a lot to talk about and he could tell Valmont wanted to talk but, he wouldn’t since he’s sick at the moment.

Yes, you can fetch the doctor. I was going to get one later.” He had said.

Nicholas watched Valmont roam with his eyes and he couldn’t help but snicker a bit at it. Hearing his words a small shiver went through his body. Maybe Nicholas was the same but, he wouldn’t let that be known at the moment. Feeling the kiss he smiled and watched him start getting up. No, he didn’t want him to go just yet, sitting up Nicholas was quick to throw his arms around Valmont’s shoulder, pulling him back down sitting on the bed. A soft smile came to his lips as he leaned his chest on his back and leaned in to nibble at his ear.

” I know it’s hard, I sometimes do it intentionally, to see your reaction.” He said teasingly.

Nicholas hand hand been wondering down Val’s chest now, going lower and lower onto his lap. His head moved down to let his lips plant upon his neck, giving a soft kiss and suck. The hand that was trailing down now pushed into his inner thigh, against his crotch. Slightly finding his soft member and rubbing from the outside of his pants, squeezing once in a while. This would of been the moment Nicholas would of done more but, something came undone. That feeling hit him strongly and as quick as he had been grabbing Valmont, that same pace was now him letting go and crawling off the bed. Sprinting almost towards the bathroom door and it shutting behind him. Again he was once again over the toilet letting out what he had earlier. It had gone on for just a couple of minutes, after it he’d sink down to the floor and groaned a bit. What was happening to him? 

 

 

Fu:
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– The faint smell of smoke slithered into the room where Nicholas took residence in , the Housekeep had been looking for quite some time now for Valmont and having checked all of the other rooms in the area he was certain that this must’ve been the place where he was . A soft double knock on the door to allow those inside to know he was outside as well as asking for permission to enter . He awaited for a reply from within , and would not move from the spot he was in in front of the door without waiting a good 5 minutes just in case. He had to ask Valmont whether or not he wanted his routine room cleaning just like the others of the Embassy members. – 

” Anyone inside ? ”

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

Embassy of Hell

It was strange. One minute Nicholas seemed completely fine and then he was even going as far as trying to awaken the Ambassador’s lust with his subtle hand movements towards Valmont’s crotch. The idea that the young man was still sick completely left Valmont’s head, as he let out a slight moan at Nicholas’s attention. Should he really be trying to start something now, he should know that it was hard for Valmont to stop. But…just as things were getting interesting, Nicholas looked green. A shocked expression and before you knew it he was off the bed and sprinting for the bathroom. The door slammed and there was the dreadful sound of dry reaching followed by a nasty coughing sound. Nicholas was being sick…right then and there. Valmont sat up straight as a board on the bed, not knowing if he should go in and hold Nic’s hair for him. This was most unusual. There was no doubt about it now, he would have to send for the Doctor.

When Nicholas returned and crawled back into bed, Valmont had lost any urge to play the lover, instead he wanted to make sure that Nicholas was alright.

“That’s it. I’m getting the Doctor.” He wasn’t going to dilly dally or go through another ten questions to figure out just what was wrong with Nic. It was pretty clear that it was serious.

It was then that there was a faint smell of smoke, that had come from somewhere, and had Valmont sniffing, to see if there was something in the room that had caught fire. Looking around, he then heard a subtle knock on the door followed by a polite voice.

” Anyone inside ? ”

“Yes, do come in, Hiei.” Talk about good timing. Valmont went to standing, but made sure to cover Nicholas with a blanket before allowing the House manager to see him in this state.

Once the manager was in, Valmont would ask. “Hiei, Nicholas has taken ill, and we need the Doctor right away….as well as a maid to clean and sanitize the bathroom.” Looking to the manager, it would be clear as day to see the worry on the Ambassador’s face. Something was terribly wrong, but Valmont had no clue as to what it was.

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Tsu:

 

 

 


Nicholas had finished and finally gotten up, turning the sink on. Slowly he’d splash water onto his face and groaned a little. This was beyond annoying, why of all times was he doing this now. Walking out of the bathroom he’d crawl into bed and ignored everything. He heard Valmont rumbling about a Doctor, that sounded really good right now. Who was the other person that came in, Hiei? He must of been on duty, he had seen him around and socialized a bit. Crawling a bit more Nicholas laid his head into the pillow, pulling the blanket up more. His body felt sick and weak, it also felt like something was splitting, he wasn’t sure what it was. Letting out a small sigh he peaked his head out and looked over at the other two men.

” Good day Hiei.” Nicholas said faintly.

Shutting his eyes he’d wonder off, his hand sliding to his belly and rubbing it. Never once had Nicholas been sick and he was getting sick now, was this karma? No, it couldn’t be, they had done their deeds and accepted it. Things were going good but, this had to happen. Another soft sigh escaped his lips as he simply laid there, under the sheet with his eyes closed. He wasn’t sleeping but, simply resting for the time being. 

 

 

Fu:

– Hiei entered the room upon hearing the notice that people were inside ; the voice belonging to Valmont and hearing the context of the message he could infer that Nicholas was with him and when he had entered he would see for himself that they were both here with one in a bad condition . – 

” Hello and Good Day to you both . Roger that I’ll get those coming as soon as I possibly can . ” 

– Hiei whistled as loud as he could ; hoping that it attracted some of the maids to his location via audio. Upon hearing some faint steps of proper services in the distance he would now try to address the other request. He wasn’t sure if he knew precisely if he meant a regular medic or a special one in particular. He would say it in a inquisitive manner so he would know what was meant by it and hopefully he’d know . He’d take a puff and straightened his tie before doing so.- 

” The Doctor was it ? ”

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

Embassy of Hell

It was good to see that Hiei was so prompt to rise to the challenge and arrange for someone to come and deal with the mess in the bathroom quickly. If it was one thing he could count on, it was Hiei’s house management skills. The loud whistle resonated throughout the room and sure enough you could hear that the sound of light footsteps coming towards Nicholas’s room was the maid. That was one thing out of the way, but what was important now was that Nicholas was seen too. The nature of his illness was still unclear. Valmont suspected possible food poisoning, but oddly enough they had both eaten the same thing, and as of yet no one else in the Embassy was feeling poorly – at least it had not been reported.

With Hiei now asking about which Doctor to call for, Valmont pulled out a card from his coat pocket and handed it to Hiei. It was the business card for Hell’s Kitchen. One of hell’s best physicians worked there and was well known for his dedication to his patients as well as his good bedside manner. He was probably one of the most trusted men in hell, considering he was actually human.

“Go and fetch Doctor Schwartz from his office at Hell’s Kitchen. I want the uppermost discretion for Nicholas, and of course the very best medical care.”

Valmont’s mind was made up, and now he turned back to his lover and fiance’ who was now looking very pale indeed. The repeated vomiting was taking it out of him, that was clear.

“I’ll cancel all my appointments today, Nicholas, and stay by your side.”

The Ambassador pulled up a chair near the bed and reached for Nicholas’s hand, stroking it gently.

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~RB~

Camp Haven.

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

Intro:

S.S

Welcome, one and all to Camp Haven!

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

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

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

 

S.S

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

 

Yan:

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

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

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

 

Max:

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

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

 

Yan:

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

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

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

 

S.S:

 

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

 

Max:

 

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

 

Yan:

 

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

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

 

S.S:

 

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

 

Yan;

 

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

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

 

C.S:

 

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

 

Yan:

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

 

Razor:

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

It’s time – PD

In the final part of the introduction of Reficul, we begin to understand the reasons behind his summons of the former Princess of Greed and Ambition.

 

The World inside Scar’s Hat 

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It’s time

Lydia had ever right to be suspicious. After all, she had been summoned from the plane of death to now stand before what could only be a necromancer….or a very powerful warlock. Being killed by a witch had left Lydia with a hatred for their kind, but Ref’s words only made her curious, when he said they had interests in the same girl. Raising her hands, as though to try and use her powers against this man…in the hat, she was shocked to find that she had no power to speak of. Lydia kept trying to blast the man, but all she ended up doing was looking stupid. Ref chuckled at Lydia’s predicament.

“Dear, try as you might you have no real power in this place. When you…died all your powers went to Mariela. You…are simply a demonic shadow of your former self.” The tone of Ref’s voice showed little to no emotion, as though he had this valve that turned off all his human qualities. In a way, it helped to keep those that Ref dealt with from seeing just what kind of a man he was. What his…motivation would be.

Lydia slowly lowered her hands – panting heavily. Odd, she felt real. Not like a shadow at all. Her eyes darted about the blackened ruins, then down at the symbol that had been drawn on the floor. The two dead officers….and of course the items that were placed at each corner of the pentagram. Dark art magic. The right hand corner of the edge of her mouth twitched, as though she was about to go off in a terrible tirade of venomous words and curses. The former Princess of Greed and ambition felt powerless and weak in this state – but her hatred and her resolve were just as strong as ever. Ref picked up on it instantly. There were so many questions that this demon had, and yet she appeared lost for words – for once. Ref truly had her over a barrel.

Ha…I am so surprised that you still let your emotions get the better of you. Perhaps that is why…you fell so easily to the sin of Greed. Has…death taught you nothing at all?” The smarmy way that Ref spoke finally made a clean shot. Lydia being now an easy target. He questioned her ability to rise above the sin. Her eyes followed him as he smacked his lips together and then uttered. “Perhaps I would have been better served bringing back Mammon….Hmm?”

“Mammon died a fool’s death!” There it was….the anger, and oh how beautiful it was. “He was easy to manipulate. I simply used his hatred of women to make him fall for the biggest trap of all. That…and his Greed!” Lydia practically snarled these words. Spittle forming on the edge of her lips. At this, Ref stepped into the symbol of the Pentagram and stared Lydia down.

“Now I am beginning to see the woman behind the demon. Yes…you were exactly the one I wanted. Though you lack a little fire power now, I have a….friend that can help with that.” One of the important things to note about Ref was his ability to form contacts in the unlikeliest of places. Forming alliances with the unlikely. The things he did…would both shock and amaze his enemies. Enemies that either were of his choosing, or…were handed down, like that of his long standing hatred of the Ramoskas.

Lydia didn’t trust this man at all. In fact, her trust levels overall had taken a battering. All she knew was, that unless she followed this man to…wherever it was he spoke of she was unable to do anything. Swallowing, as her temper cooled a little, Lydia asked. “How do you know so much about me….to even bring me back?’ This was probably the first honest question Lydia had ever asked. She was starting to feel that maybe he did need her, though why that was, was a mystery.

It was then that Ref pulled out an artifact, that was in fact a pocket watch. A very special one. He flipped open the catch and it revealed a worn face, where it was actually hard to see the numbers or the watch face underneath. It was unusual, and really didn’t look all that important. Not to Lydia anyways.

“It was time…” Three simple words. The power of these words however, would be lost on Lydia, who stared back at him blankly. “Time?”

Again, Ref chuckled for a moment, before reaching for Lydia’s hand. “Time my dear, is a curse to some and a gift to others. The question is, who controls it? Right now the sands are shifting quickly and this has allowed for a chance for the likes of you to return….as well as unleashing the mother of all destruction. Not just in this reality, but in others….including Hell.” As it stood, no one was truly safe. Like the incoming tide, Ref wanted to ride in on this tsunami of destruction….and he wasn’t the only one.

Taking out the chalk, he walked to the nearest wall, and started to draw a simple door. It was almost child like in its design, but that was the beauty of it. In the center he drew a replica of the watch he held in his hand. As he finished the last of the detail, he then placed the ancient watch up to the door. The whole wall began to shake, and rattle, as if the house itself was about to fall down about their ears. A greenish hue appeared like a neon light around the edges of the chalk marking, followed by a green mist that engulfed the room.

“We have an appointment at the Reality gate, dear. Time to go meet my little green faced beauty.”

The door burst open as though powered by an incredible force, and with a simple tip of his hat, Ref led Lydia…who didn’t look at all pleased, into the Reality gate.

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Bringing back the Bitch – PD

What could the strange man in the hat want inside the burnt remains of the old house you might ask?  Let’s find out.  

 

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Bringing back the Bitch

Part Two

It was true…the spirits didn’t lie. This house, this place that reeked of death was special in more ways than one. According to the police reports that the man in the hat had so ruthless acquired, this marked the spot where Mariela perished in the flames. Ah yes…that family. How long the man in the hat had kept watch over them, taking over from his father…and his father before that. Hatred never truly dies. It is possible to be bred into each family member, following on throughout the centuries from that initial moment where a high ranking member of Mariela’s ancestry had made a terrible mistake and lashed out in fury – the consequences of this were to see generations of her family persecuted. With Mariela’s death however, you would think that would have been the end of it. How wrong they were.

Witches were hated. That was a fact that was undeniable, but if you were clever enough to manipulate humans into believing that you were on their side – well, that just made setting up others all the easier. Take for example a man that went to such lengths to put a plan into place, and all to do with a future event that he foresaw. it was all about…opportunities. Impregnating a woman that would go on to have a daughter…a girl, who would end up being friends with the girl who would die only to rise and become one of the greatest rulers of Hell. Keeping his distance, watching from the shadows was something of a bitter sweet joy. But he was more than just a shadow….so much more.

Now the girl had gone, and after tracing her movements in her final hours and tapping her phone, she was to meet with the brothers of the target. After that…she vanished…along with them. There was a link…there had to be. The man in the hat held the picture of the beautiful Tessa in his hand and quietly folded it and placed it into his pocket neatly for safe keeping. Smacking his lips and then with a somewhat somber expression, he turned around to the bodies of the two dead police officers. Killing them had been intentional. His purpose was about to become exposed.

Taking out that same piece of chalk that he had used in the hallway, he began to draw a pentagram upon the floor of the burnt out basement. The eerie scratch of the chalk along the concrete was the only sound – coupled of course with his heavy breaths. He did not utter a word till the pentagram was complete. When he finished, he reached into another pocket and placed down items at each point. These were ordinary pieces – a bracelet, a lock of hair, a small doll, a note and a raven’s feather. When each was in place, he went to the Sheriff and dragged his body across the floor till it reached the edge of the pentagram. Taking out a blade, he cut the man’s throat – spilling his blood into the chalk drawn symbol. The second man; the deputy, the man in the hat did the same but at the opposite end. Taking out five black candles, he put them at each point.

As the blood of the two men reached the center of the symbol – drawn together by a strange force, the man in the hat took out a small yellowed parchment that had been torn out of a book….a very old book.

Closing his eyes, he began to chant. His voice shallow and quiet at first, only building as he started to breathe life into his summons.

Attenrobendum eos,
ad ligandum eos,
potiter eos,
coram me.

All the candles burst into flame, with the room filling with a chilling wind, as though a dark crypt was being opened. One that never ever should be.

The blooded pool glimmered and then started to rise as it began to take the form of a woman…a woman who herself had been murdered by the young witch. The most shocking thing was….that she was once a Princess of Ambition…A Princess of Greed. Taken down by the same girl, who had died in this very spot. Bringing back the only bitch who could truly direct the man in the hat to his ultimate goal.

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Fleshing out into her original form, she turned around to stare at the man in the hat warily.

“Who are you?”

Lydia glared at him, before looking down at herself and then smiling to see that she was not disfigured or aged in anyways. The man in the hat then removed his hat and bowed before the former Princess of Greed.

“Your new partner. We have…. interests in the same….girl.” He extended his hand to her with a wry smirk. “I’m someone that hates Mariela more than you ever could.”

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Where to start : The Witches Circle – PD

Showing Oridin through the Elder’s library, Esme would try to help prepare the young Mage for his journey to the lands of Pride.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

So many many books. Oridin was right. His pleasured response and his body language was like that of a child at the fair. Where to start, what to chose? Books of all manners of spells, and incantations, histories of witch craft and lore. Some books that had not done so well to weather the passing of time, as many had cobweb strewn across the spines. Standing in the doorway, as though there was some sort of invisible barrier that kept her out, Esme watched the boy’s antics with a troubled expression. She simply couldn’t help but worry about him. Sure, he had taken her gift even if he didn’t understand the significance of it.

Finally, chewing her bottom lip, Esme stepped into the library properly, and picked up the nearest feather duster, that was leaning against a wall with the broom – both of which looked like they had not been doing their job for years. Raising the duster, Esme began to sweep back the cobwebs with spiders running in all directions. Something that may well frighten a girl with arachnophobia, but Esme was in tune with insects, just as she was with so many other creatures. Nature and its inhabitants were the very things that Esme treasured above everything, and sometimes even her own magical powers. She’d practiced her craft, but there was this side of her that always held back. Maybe it was something deep seated within her psyche.

Revealing more and more books, as she wiped the cobwebs away, the dust was also stirred. Some books actually leapt off the shelves and opened up before the young boy, as if presenting themselves for his perusal. A magical book sometimes has a life of its own. Other books were fastened with locks, for reasons that at this time were unclear.

One book was sitting on the edge of the table, and as Esme passed it, the oddest thing happened. A red like book marker made of ribbon slid out and the book opened like a dog’s mouth panting. A small tassle that hung from the other end of the book wagged like a tail. Such a strange thing to have in the library. It started Esme, who dropped her feather duster in surprise.

If the wrong person was to pick it up….you had to wonder what it would do.

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Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington : ” Where to start ; where to start…. ”

– The male walked around and looked throughout the area for what he was truly looking for . He noticed the books acting of their own will and with that he kept on moving , after some time he’d look back at Esme ; seeing her clean up the area some . However Oridin kept searching about , getting hit by a moving book near him and before he realized it , he thought back on the past on what his Mother attempted to teach him awhile back while he was cursed . A magic spell he had failed to use . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” A long time ago , back in another land I attempted to destroy the curse implanted on me by utilizing the magic of nullification by fusion as odd as it sounds. To learn how to control something ; one must know how it fully works. My Mother is truly a Magic Master , and she created dangerous spells that could change the very essence of a person and others that can change the environment if used . I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper . I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

– Oridin let out a sigh ; knowing fully well if he messed it up again that he’d possibly end up in a worse position if that was ever possible , but as it stood he needed to understand how to attempt it again and research would help him get there. Why did he want to control this magic ? Only he knew why he wanted to do so. Oridin would reach for the feather duster to return to Esme while hoping she had a book somewhere in the library that could help him reach his ends. –

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme took up the book that was acting like some sort of dog and stroked the cover, while she watched Oridin move about the library, as though he was looking for something in particular. The books that had flown from the shelves to reveal themselves slowly closed, one after the other as he walked on by, like…they were also listening to what the young mage was saying. Speaking of a time, long before the two had met and about his mother. Esme stopped to collect her own thoughts, as the memory of her mother was somewhat a blur. Whether it was cause she was so young when her mother died, or perhaps there was something else that blocked her memories – something forced. Setting down the dog like book, which continued to wag its binder tassle, Esme scanned the rows of shelves, when Oridin said that his mother was a magic master. Lavinia could be regarded as such, but perhaps not exactly the same. It was no secret that Lavinia kept books on the dark arts…and these were the ones that had locks upon them. For obvious reasons.

I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper .

The young apprentice’s ears pricked when she heard that there was a reversal spell that was written on paper.

“Do you still have that piece of paper?” She inquired, genuinely intrigued since if he had it, there was a chance that they could try it together…though there was a problem with that and dark magic. Something that Esme had not really explained.

I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

Resistance. These words caused Esme’s eyes to light up.

“The book you need isn’t here and I highly doubt that Lavinia would leave her grimoire out in the open. But I know of another. My mother’s.” A powerful witch in her own time, she had a massive grimoire, that Esme studied from time to time, and even took down spells from it, to work on and make into her own.

“It’s in my room.” Before the boy could speak, Esme left the library and ran back down to her own room, where Esme kept a chest. A chest of belongings that was at the foot of her bed. Kneeling down she reached for the talisman around her neck and uttered a small spell, that saw the lock on the chest open and she was able to lift up the lid on the weathered chest. In beneath baby clothes and other keepsakes, was a bound book….

Desmedora’s grimoire.

Closing the lid of the chest in haste, Esme got back up to her feet with the book held closely to her chest, before feeling a surge of power, that seemed to connect the book to the talisman – a recognition of the two magics. It always happened, like some strange bonding, that Esme never truly understood.

Racing back to the library, Esme found Oridin again where she had left him and with a look of some resignation, she handed over her most prized possession.

“This might help you with your curse. I’d pretty much bet my life on it.”

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Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Mage listened to all Esme said and done , leaving his presence to go retrieve something she believed could help him . When she returned Oridin was handed a book , it gave him the feel that it was special or at least held some special value hearing the way she spoke about it . Oridin sighed with relief hearing how full of faith she had in it and smiled whole-heartedly. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

– He bowed with great respect and adoration to his colleague , knowing he was going to speak to Esme about the information about the technique he planned to do so now . As it stood Oridin knew it would be impossible for him to have all that stuff with him after the events that transpired from his transformation ; death and transfer to Hell. With that Oridin would give the information that he could –

Oridin Lexington : ” The notes are back in my kingdom but what I can say is that I remember three words . Create . Crush . Absorb . Embody. I tried my best to remember the entire spell but I realized after all that time I could only remember root words. ”

– Oridin attempted to remember much more but he couldn’t . However he was glad to at least recognize and remember the most important words . The Mage apprentice would put the book in the bag he carried before continuing the conversation. His brains brought back the memory of the incident of where he attempted to utilize the spell without heeding his Mother’s warning. –

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Oridin Lexington : ” The spell is difficult to do if one is not completely in tune with their will. The weak will be consumed by this spell . Like I was before. I didn’t realize it was more difficult to do with a curse on me. Me attempting to use the spell caused the curse itself to mutate and turn me into a Dragon made of darkness , everything beyond that I’ve told you about in the past. ”

– The male walked closer and looked about the library for a brief moment before he allowed Esme to speak if she had something to say in response . –

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme had a lot of faith in the young Mage, though giving him the grimoire was a true test of this belief in him. It was a treasured family heirloom and one that she didn’t even share with her Aunt Lavinia. Seeing his reaction was enough for the young witch. He was respectful and grateful that she passed over such a precious book.

” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

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“I know you will.” Esme said with an air of confidence. She was assured that if anyone should have it, it was him. Was it enough though? Waiting to see what he would do next, she found herself listening to him explain about how the notes for a certain spell were back at the kingdom where he was from. Esme knew little about his past, the times before she had found him, and though she was curious to learn more about her friend, Esme knew that time was marching on. He spoke of a spell but could only recall root words, not the entire speel. Those words held power, but without the entire incantation, they just weren’t enough on their own.

Watching Oridin place the book carefully within his bag, Esme followed him across the room, where he continued on about the spell. Saying how difficult it was and that if one was not completely in tune with their will, it won’t work. Esme let out a small sigh, when Oridin said that he didn’t realize that it was more difficult to do, do to the curse that had befallen him earlier. Maybe this was why he was so keen to seek out more information, and tour the libraries of say the Kingdom of Pride. Esme was now starting to truly understand the importance of this mission.

“I really hope you find what you are looking for out there. Who knows, maybe the answer is waiting for you in the library of that Prince that was here. Can’t hurt to look while you are doing the protection spell.” Esme had not forgotten about the whole ritual and lighting of the blooded candles, though part of her worried all the same. Lavinia’s spells were not for the feint hearted.

Out in the hall, a clock struck one, and it startled the young witch. She was about to say something…something from the heart, when a raven flew in the window. It had a note tied to its leg, and excusing herself, Esme went over to remove the note, while the raven squawked loudly. It was not one of Lavinia’s ravens. Esme could tell by the sheen of colour of the feathers. Unraveling the note, she looked surprised to see who it was from

From the Greed Kingdom to Witches Circle

Mariela to Esme

Princess Mariela of Greed requires your assistance. Apologies for the inconvenience, but if you could please make your way over to Greed castle, it’d be greatly appreciated.

“What could they want with me?” Esme said out loud, before looking back at Oridin with a worried expression. “I’ve been summoned to Greed.” After the Princess’s behavior before Lavinia, Esme had to wonder if she had called for her by mistake. “I don’t understand, I’m not an Elder. Maybe they don’t want to upset Lavinia.” It was a fair call, considering. Knowing that it was best to get a move on, Esme ran over and placed a kiss on Oridin’s cheek. “Hopefully I will be back before you return from Pride. if not…..I wish you well…I really do.”

The young apprentice then hurried out of the library to go and pack a small bag for her trip to Greed.

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(TC – Esme – Greed)

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington :”Thanks for the support Esme , I’ll do my best. ”

– The Young Apprentice would say to his comrade , he knew he was meant to head off soon and when they both said their pieces a bird came in which was meant for Esme . With that bird giving her specific information about her instructions Oridin would soon to remember he had duties to fulfill , he was meant to leave . soon –

Oridin Lexington : ” I think they need you for something that only you can do . Be careful out there ok ? I’ll be going myself now ; and thank you for the support again. We’ll see each other soon I’m sure.”

– He’d stand there for a few more moments ; seeing Esme off as he sighed gently. Hopefully she’d be safe and out of harms way while at Greed . He couldn’t go along with her due to him being assigned elsewhere.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” Maybe when we get back I’ll muster up the courage to ask. Teleportavimas ! . ”

– In the moment of stating the magic words needed to initiate the transport Oridin would have been warped and sent to the Kingdom of Pride along with the items he had needed to fulfill his duties and the gift he was given by Esme. Oridin hoped for the best and of course a chance to further his research and understanding of the pursuits he’s long since seeked. –

[ TC – Kingdom of Pride ]

The Homecoming – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

Mariela, Scar and her brothers had returned from their visit to the Witches Circle, where things hadn’t exactly gone as well as one would hope.  Leaving the Kingdom virtually unattended, it allowed for the start of new dramas…just as Esme had warned.

 

 

Dessy:

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

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

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

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

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

It wasn’t such a good idea, to have left Alice behind in the castle, while the group had gone off to see the Witches Circle. Alice was from Wonderland, a place of magic and wonder but also some very dark creatures. Having snuck out of her room in the tower, Alice was feeling a little lonely. The young girl had some friends on the other side of the looking glass, and since Hatter and the Princess of Greed had left her to her own devices, Alice decided she was going to use the mirror in order to bring in some much needed companions.

Carefully sneaking down the winding stair case, she kept an eye out, as guards walked past on their rounds, checking that everything was as it should have been. Giggling to herself, the girl in the blue smock dress skipped out when the opportunity was right and made a dash for the ballroom. Recently reconstructed due to the damage that had occurred during the Masked ball. The magical mirror that had been loaned to Lydia by Raul was still hanging in the same place that the gardening staff had left it, and oddly enough a mystical fog was pouring out of it, like a rolling mist. Thinking that this meant the mirror was still somehow connected to Wonderland, Alice clapped her hands gaily, and danced up to the mirror, singing out.

“You can come out now and play!” She bent forward and peered into the mirror, thinking that her side kick – the white rabbit would come bounding out of the glass. Instead however there was the sound of men yelling…their feet pounding on the other side of the mirror, till all of a sudden, a whole deck of soldier playing cards both red and black came flying out. Spears aloft, but they were actually running from something…..something large.

Alice squeaked and fell back as the playing card soldiers leapt over her and ran around the ballroom, trying to assemble into defensive formations. You could see that they were terrified…of something.

“But the Queen of Hearts is dead…..What is wrong with you deck of fools?” Alice cried.

One of the soldiers then pointed as he stuttered.

“You…forgot about….about….the…” He could barely finish the sentence, when there was a god awful roar. The mirror was actually growing in size to accommodate the bulk of the creature….the monster that was making its way through to the Greed ballroom.

“It’s the Jabberwocky!”

~ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!~

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Alice turned around with a horrified expression, her hands coming up to slap against her own cheeks in terror.

“HATTER!!!!!” She screamed as the playing card army all looked up at this most terrible sight.

The creature unfurled each of its wings one at a time, with the tips smashing into the ceiling, before being extended out like massive bat wings. When the wings were unfurled, the elbows came down to the ground, to help the beast to walk forward. Its over sized head had a leathery frill neck that splayed out -with razor sharp teeth that were capable of biting right through skin and bone with ease. it was different to a dragon, but more like a demonic beast with oversized wings. A creature of the purest evil, one that showed no mercy or remorse. It’s pleasure to kill and destroy all in its path.

While Scar had been following along with Mariela, and sadly acknowledging that the whole trip to the Witches Circle had been a mistake, he suddenly heard the terrified screams of Alice, followed by the din of many a soldier. It was only after he heard the mighty roar of the beast….the Jabberwocky, that he knew that Alice was not the only one to have made it through the mirror.

“I think…trouble found her.” Scar cried, as he took hold of Mariela’s hand to run towards the ballroom, and where the newest nightmare to befall Greed had already begun.

~RB~

Kiri:
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You know that moment when you leave somewhere only to get lost the moment that you walk out? That just happened to be Ayana at this very moment, she couldn’t really say she was happy about the fact, because she wasn’t, and why would she be anyway, but she was definitely pleased that she hadn’t come across anything that was really… aggravating. Of course, with the fact that she had to leave Asgard because of something so easy to have avoided was annoying and shameful in its own way, but even then she carried on with what task she had been given; taking control of this damned power that was afflicting her now. Ayana thought she was going to stay lost for a while, till… of course… things HAD to go wrong. The Valkyrie gave a jump as she heard that damnable roar, not sure where it came from, but she had been walking towards the large castle nearby and with this happening… oh the Valkyrie really didn’t think it could go much worse; of course she was wrong as always.

“….Well, time to test this. Thundering Dash!”

~A few moments later~

With the sudden sound of thunder roiling through the kingdom, it probably wouldn’t be clear what was happening at the moment, but with the Jabberwocky running rampant inside of the ballroom nothing was truly clear at the moment other than there was trouble; at least to Ayana that’s how it was. She didn’t know what the beast was, nor why it was running rampant, but it was definitely something Ayana would bite; she was a Valkyrie after all, combat was her forte and something she could do without a thought in her head. Slamming through one of the glass windows, the bolt of lightning only lasted a moment as it slammed into the head of the Jabberwocky, slamming it shut as it prepared to roar once again with the Valkyrie becoming visible with a raging amount of lightning on the spear. Flipping off of the creature, she dropped it midair and called on her naginata, swinging it so that the long bladed weapon had its edge pointed towards the ground with bright white lightning trailing behind it.

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“Well then, been a while since I saw a Dreki(Dragon). …Or a type of one anyway.”

Who was she? She must have been insane… maybe… who knew. Perhaps she was just a battle ready maiden. Obviously, it was the latter.

“I may have to release the seal if this is stronger than I’m expecting… expect the unexpected, huh.”

Dessy:
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Mariela was certain that they could get back to the castle in peace, and not have any other problems. Mariela was about done with today, and was ready to greet the new day. A lot has happened today, and it was a wonder how she managed to stay so calm during all of this. You’d expect her to have rage quit by now… but she hasn’t. She was still somewhat calm during it all.

They were walking back to the ballroom, and Mariela was anxious to get her family home and away from all of this. But at the sudden sound of a loud roar, Mariela stopped and turned her head. “What was that?” she asked, but Scar already grabbed her hand and ran towards the ballroom, the trio following behind them. Mariela stopped and widened her eyes, looking up at the big dragon-like creature. She took a great, frustrated sigh, closing her eyes slightly as she did so, before opening them and looking back. “Scar… what on Earth is that?” she then asked.
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Just when Mariela thought things were over… apparently not. Now, she has some giant dragon-creature-thing ruining her ballroom that they just finished rebuilding. She huffed in frustration, and then whipped around to face some guards. “You. Get them three and Alice out of here. Now.” she spoke, pointing for them to lead them out. She then turned to Scar and opened her mouth to speak, before the sound of thunder was heard. Then the sound of shattering glass was heard, and Mariela jumped back when someone seemed to have came from the window.

“I have no idea who that is, but I’ll thank her for the distraction later.” she said. She grabbed Scar’s arm, quickly running, and trying to avoid the shattered glass, to a hallway. “You know this thing better then I do. Is their a weapon or something that can defeat this thing?” she asked urgently. “I don’t know how long that girl can hold it back… but there has to be something.”

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Scar could hardly believe his eyes. The sight of the massive Jabberwocky took him totally by surprise. Sure, he had heard of the legend, that the Red queen kept one as her favorite pet, but he had never been privy to see it either in a cage or in the midst of battle. The fact of the matter was, it had come out of the mirror, just like Alice, and by the looks of it, both the red and black playing card armies. The Princess of Greed, his beloved Mariela was asking what the hell it was…and Scar tried to answer her the best way he knew how.

“More of a nightmare than I.” Never a truer word was said. The creature was the embodiment of evil, and not only did it roar loudly, it also had the ability to speak common. As it opened its mouth, showing off rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, a loud bang occurred – the window just to the right of the beast was smashed inwards by a force that was beyond that of Mother nature. A crack of lightning struck the head of the Jabberwocky with enough force to make it snap its mighty jaws shut.

Blinking at this sudden turn of events, Scar could not help but whisper to Mariela “Did you do that?” But, it was not Mariela that caused the diversion, it was a plucky girl that had appeared, holding a lightning charged spear, and she had just flipped off the Jabberwocky’s own head and landed with gymnast like grace on the floor of the ballroom.

Who was this girl? A maiden of white and blue, that scar had never seen before. She certainly didn’t come through the mirror. The girl was talking, but maybe it was too herself. A battle with a Jabberwocky was not exactly the place to make formal introductions. One thing was clear, she was here to fight the beast of Wonderland, and the Jabberwocky turned its attentions on the dangerous little sprite. It snarled viciously, splaying out its frilly leather like neck to make its head seem even larger than before. It was smarting from the lightning strike, and the low rumble from it’s belly indicated that it was hungry……Hungry for the little blue lady.

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“GET IN MY BELLY!” The Jabberwocky roared as it opened its mouth again, but only this time it released a purple and mauve coloured spray of energy, that crackled and blasted towards the girl with the spear with as much ferocity as her lightning strike had.

With the girl being caught up in the fight with the beast, Scar waved his hands for the nearest guards to get Tessa, Sam and Sean to safety, while Alice was still hiding in behind a large file of playing card soldiers. She was too scared to move away.

Scar was now trying to get Mariela out of the way too, but she wanted to know if they had a weapon in the castle that could defeat such a beast. It took a good minute or two to think of something, till he suddenly had a flash of memory about a sword that he had seen in a glass display case in the blacksmith shop. The shop run by Suda, the dwarf.

“Mammon’s sword! Down in the work shop of Suda…..its all I can think of!” He had to shout to be heard over the roars and terrified screams that echoed throughout the ballroom.

~RB~

Kiri:
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Oh Ayana was not pleased with the current turn of events at all, but she at least was finding a decent time to take control of the current situation with her powers. Which meant it may be a good idea to get the others out of here, but first… precautions had to be taken to prevent something from going wrong once she did unlock the seal; meaning she did one thing. Turning around for a moment she reached into her armor and hurled a stone tablet to Mariela. It was inscribed in two different languages, one was Old Norse, of course, and the other in the common language. The words inscribed were as such: 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.

“That’s a seal to replace the limiter on my true form, you’re going to need it if I use it! Now get the hell out of here, things are about to get really ugly! OI YOU STUPID FOOLS! QUIT LOLLY GAGGING AROUND AND TOSS ME A SHIELD!!!!!!”

That last sentence hurled at the dumb ass cards cowering from the massive dragon while a maiden fought, it was a sight to see in all honesty. They were supposed to be men, and instead they cowered like school girls. Humph. Pitiful.

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Spinning at the Jabberwocky, Ayana’s naginata was already positioned as it became wreathed in brilliant white lightning while she swung straight at the dangerous, roaring beast with his stream of violet flames. With a ferocious battle cry of her own, the girl lashed out at the spray of energy and sliced through it; creating a wall of lightning which took it on as she wreathed her own body in lightning.

“Thundering Dash!”

Shooting into the air with a crack of thunder, Ayana landed on the roof within the second and then called on her halberd with its ax blade, letting herself fall down within a moment as she brought it down with all of her strength; roaring at the top of her lungs with every ounce of ferocity that lay within her being. That beast may have been terrible, but he definitely had a match here in this Valkyrie.

“Thor’s Hammer Blow!”

With the force of the halberd slamming down on the Jabberwocky with enough power to not only slam his mouth shut yet AGAIN, but it also would have slammed his head flat onto the ground while a massive bolt of lightning rained down through the window and slammed into the blade of the pole-arm, making it hammer with even more force that caused the flooring of the ballroom to erupt outwards around she and the Jabberwocky, creating what could have considered a miniature arena.

Should that have connected, she would have again flipped off of the beast while pointing the halberd at the beast, roaring right back at it with all the ferocity of Valhalla.

“Come at me beast! Dragon or not, I will not retreat!!”

Dessy:
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“More of a nightmare than I.” Scar spoke, causing Mariela to sigh in exasperation. She took her hands and ran them down her face. “Oh lord.” she then said. All thoughts were interrupted when the glass from the window shattered, Mariela moving away to avoid getting hit. “No. That wasn’t me.” she said, watching the girl land on the jabberwocky and then flip off. That’s when she had pulled Scar into a nearby hallway.

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Her eyes shifted to the Jabberwocky when it spoke, before looking back at Scar. It talks?! she spoke. She covered her ears at the roaring and screaming, but uncovered them when Scar began speaking of a sword. “The armory.” she said with a nod. Before she could run off she turned her head when the girl spoke. Mariela reached out, catching the tablet in her hand and looking down at it, before looking at the girl when she spoke. “Great. Wonderful.” she said at the mention of a seal, and to get out of there, looking down at the tablet and turning it in her hand. At the mention of needing a shield, Mariela looked at a guard. “You. Throw her a shield. Now.” she ordered.
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She watched the guards remove Tessa and her brother, then turned to look at Scar. “Scar. Go get Alice. Bring her with Tessa and my brothers and make sure they are out of harm’s way. Stay with them and do not enter the ballroom.” she said, looking back up at the Jabberwocky. “I’m gonna go to the armory and get this sword while she’s distracting him.”she said, then without another word she turned on her heel and ran off, making her way down to the armory where Suda, the dwarf, and the supposed sword might be at. “Quickly!” she said over her shoulder as she ran off.

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Opening the door to the armory, Mariela stepped in and eagerly looked around. “Suda!” she called, turning to look around the armroy to see if she can find said sword. “Where’s the sword Mammon carried?” she then asked. “It’s urgent!” she called again, tucking the stone tablet under her arm.

The Kitty is a Bitch – The Kingdom of Wrath : PD

The Cat Witch Katrina, had now taken over the role of Princess of Wrath thanks to a little help from Grey.  The return to the Wrath Kingdom however was one plagued with memories….of what could have been.

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Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

 

A castle without light. The home of the former Princess of Wrath was in darkness….the fire had gone out. Snuffed out. Sayaka had so much potential. Katrina knew it, felt it and acted on it. Never did she imagine that leaving her alone at the Hangman’s noose would be the last time she saw her Mistress truly alive. Why? It was so senseless. Leading the one known as Grey to Sloth was a desperate effort on the cat witch’s part to try and save Sayaka. Horrified by witnessing what the body of the former princess had become, Katrina wanted to serve her Mistress to the very end. Little did she realize that this devotion to service would be rewarded in the most spectacular fashion possible. Completely unexpected. Not even the Elders could have imagined that the cheeky cat witch would be the new head of Wrath. Before the newly found powers hit her, the cat witch was genuinely afraid. Oh she had powers of her own, but she had never been anything great. Nothing like Lavinia or even Marguerite. Katrina never begged to be made an elder, she just assumed that when the time was right, when she had proved her worth to the council that she would be elevated.

Katrina took the long road home to Wrath. Along the way she could not help but stew about what had become of Sayaka. What the hell was the point of having a Kingdom when there was no one to back her up? She had an army for God’s sake. SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE VERY SYMBOL OF WAR AND DESTRUCTION. With the newly acquired powers now coursing through her veins, the cat witch come Princess was going to make sure that those who wronged Sayaka paid the price….and those that failed to guard her were made aware of there inadequacy.

On the bridge that crossed the black river, the sides were lined with soldiers. Armed warriors that stood true. They knew of Katrina, but not of the change in rule. With Grey at her side, Katrina walked with a prominent strut – keeping her eyes focused upon the grand oak doors that lay ahead. The General of the Wrath army was waiting, and confused as he did not see Sayaka.

“Miss Katrina…where is her highness?”

Really? The General had no clue at all. In her wake, a large gathering of cats of all sizes, right up to hell cats and cougars were on the march. Change was coming and it would affect all. There was a new look in Katrina’s eyes…ones that no one would have ever seen before. Like glowing embers that stared out and shone as she chose her moment to answer the General’s question.

“Right here.” Katrina raised her hand as the gates suddenly started to open for her, as if by magic. The banners that carried Sayaka’s emblem burned away and a new symbol appeared. One by one torches burst into life, as Katrina went to walk past the General, who couldn’t seem to grasp what was happening.

“Where is Sayaka?’ So many questions. It was enough to make Katrina stop, but she didn’t look back. Instead, her tail whipped out and wrapped around the General’s neck. Prong like spikes that were razor sharp appeared and sunk into the General’s neck. “The same place you’re going…” With a hard pull, Katrina’s tail ripped back and tore the General’s head right from his shoulders. For a moment the body stood there, before collapsing to its knees. Blood pouring out all over the ground in a crimson pool. His life force spent.

“Next time someone asks a stupid question..they.lose their head.” Flicking the blood and skin off her tail, she then turned her head towards Grey and purred.

“Kitty is going to need a new General. Fancy that position, or would you rather one….right underneath me?’ With cat like grace she moved in front of Grey and then licked his cheek slowly with her tongue. “Mmmm…creamy. Never knew the undead was so….tasty.” The pink of her tongue remained caught between her teeth, before Katrina continued on her way inside. The castle was in for a new look….and a new feel. Cats are creatures of comfort, and Katrina planned on making this place very comfortable indeed.

With servants rushing in to see the arrival of Katrina, they all bowed as she assumed the role of the new head of Wrath.
She snapped her fingers and made her first order of business.

‘Send out ravens to all the Kingdoms…except Gluttony. Oh…and make sure one goes to the Witches circle…and the Embassy. Heh….hell, why not even send one to the Blacks. I can’t wait to see Marg’s face. Tell them all…that Katrina of Dyre is the new Princess of Wrath. It was Sayaka’s final wish. I will make her proud.”

One of the raven handlers bowed as he took down the message to be sent, and hurried away. Happy with that she moved on towards the throne room, and was cast back in memory when she first appeared there. She remembers it so vividly. Walking slowly up to the gilded throne, she dragged her claws along the arm of the chair, before whispering.

“I will avenge you, my sweet Sayaka….Make no mistake of that.”

Glancing back at Grey, Katrina suddenly smiled.

“You are owed payment for services. What’s your price?” The new Cat witch lounged upon the throne and swung her leg, one over the other as she slowly started to unzip the front of her catsuit to reveal the rounded mounds of her breasts, peeking shy of the black leather. Her head was tilted with her golden locks tumbling off her shoulder.

~RB~

Sieg:
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Despite the new resolve the new Princess carried, in the depths of his mind Grey couldn’t help it but to see this more as some sort of punishment rather than a reward from Sayaka, the former owner of this lands. She just took off the crown and placed it upon Katrina, who didn’t just took it gladly but who seemed suddenly energized by the confidence she was in each step the feline take, in each movement of her hips that he admitted to have been paying a lot of attention to, everything about her gave away two things, one was that seemed to be feeling like the very owner of this place cause surprise surprise, she was, and the other? She gave away so much confidence that you could drown on it. But truth to be told Grey couldn’t shake the feeling that she got used like some sort of scapegoat…Sayaka wanted out and here was cute and loyal Katrina…who would bow down to her mistress every wish and who just did by taking her place. Yeah…if she wasn’t careful she would pass from ruler to ruled over in little time…but hey…that’s what he was here for right?

He followed her, a smirk placed upon his lips all the time as it became hard for him to take his eyes off her and for a good reason. Her sudden change of attitude maybe would be temporal, like if the power forced upon her got her drunk and that explained the sudden confidence but to hell if that was the case, he liked this and the idea of even sharing a long night of passion with her became the more charming each step he took by her side, heck, even he liked the way she just dealt with that General. The second?…well…he had plans of his own and sadly for the little beautiful feline…she was going to get involved at some point, but for now, why worry about that? In fact, after that moment when she gave him that enjoyable lick and made that offer…why the heck worry at all?

And why not both Kitty Kat?…that way I could be around whenever you…needed me…

If he was a feline he would have purred, but instead he smirked as his fingertips touched her tails before they moved forward, with him following after with that smirk still painted on his face as he witnessed alongside her the looks the throne room beared. Comfortable and with a sight touch of elegance, worthy of the feline ruler who seemed focused on making the most of her little promotion. He would again have felt a bit sorry, if it wasn’t for the fact that her attention shifted to him and his, on the creamy skin below the suit she was unzipping. Boy…screw his rule about no witches…he wasn’t going to miss this not even if the world ended right now

Well…how does becoming your new General sounds? You are going to need one but that wouldn’t be enough, now would it?

He walked closer towards her, a sightly dark smile painted on his lips that wasn’t there to threaten, but to give away a single fact. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor, he wasn’t a gentleman and she might as well knew it by now…he was something closer to a beast, if she lowered her guard he would give them both pleasure…but he wouldn’t be kind, he never was anyways…still why would she want him to treat her like a porcelain doll? So he closed up to her, one hand against the throne as he leaned over, with his finger trailing down from her neck, just enjoying the sensation of her skin as it almost seemed like if he had electricity in that finger, not the unpleasant kind of course…something that…would make the hairs from the back of your neck stand and give you an strange sensation inside. He stopped his finger around her stomach, as it was his palm what touched her as he began moving it a bit higher while he moved lower, with his lips whispering against her ear

Maybe we could work something else to pay me for the rest…don’t you think Kitten?

He leaned in, with his mouth biting her neck but not that harshly as his hand decided to explore the skin below the suit, cupping her breast, making pressure with his hand and then releasing…just merely feeling it as she might have noticed that the same sensation his finger gave away, so did his whole body. Who said chaos was only meant to break stuff? In the end it could so easily be used to give a little extra pleasure, just like now. Of course what he honestly would have desired was that she wasn’t the ruler…who knows…if she had met him at a bar or a place around those lines and even pulled half of what she pulled off now he might have just taken her on spot, in fact he was holding back just a little bit, just for the moment…but who knows, if things have been different…if Sayaka had not been saved in Sloth…he might have just done that eventually. But for the moment he wanted to remain sightly tamed…and the moment she gave any signs of wanting to go further…well…she would see for herself anyways in a few moments

Kiri:
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The Destination of the Fallen.In the light of the moon, her hair glowed a radiant silver, its blondish hue all but gone from the white radiance of the moon which shone down on the young looking girl who walked through the place known as Asgard, home of the Gods. The girl was ashamed of herself for what had happened, being tricked because of naivety and loyalty; though she was not ashamed of the loyalty, she only felt shame for the naivety that she had allowed to control her thoughts and open the way for Loki, God of Trickery, to fool her into falling for such a trick. She headed for the Bifrost, the rainbow bridge which connected this world to that of the others; through this she would head to the place known as Helheim, better known as Hell. As was the decree of Odin, for her to learn to control such a powerful thing, she had to go to the place which was filled with malicious beings and was forbade to return until she could do just that; control that power. Still remembering his words, the Valkyrie lowered her head, hiding her eyes in a deep shadow which was grim and sorrowful, recalling those words with shame.

Odin: “You, Ayana Hashimoto, however devoted you have always been, are henceforth sentenced to reside in Helheim, home of the dead, until such a time as you can control the power that you have brought upon yourself. I forbade your return until such a time you have proven to be able to control it, and should you learn to control it and decide to continue your residence of that place; then perhaps you will prove yourself worthy to be given a new reward, until that time you are to leave this place.”

Ayana, as was the Valkyrie’s name, could not deny what had happened was of her own fault, for her naivety had allowed her to put herself in that situation without any hesitation other than the initial caution. She would not make an excuse on her honor either, she refused to make an excuse; examples could have been anything, with the most obvious being the classic: “But I was tricked, it isn’t my fault!” In her personal opinion, Ayana refused to give up her honor for that kind of ludicrous reasoning; it was foolish and reduced you to nothing but a slithering snake to her. Ayana continued walking in silence for a good while, taking her time as she didn’t feel a need to hurry out of there… she didn’t want to hurry out of the home that she had known for so long, the place where she grew up and trained; the place which she loved with all of her heart.

As the girl reached the Bifrost, she didn’t speed up nor did she slow down, she was lost within her thoughts with too much shame weighing in on her that she didn’t notice the presence of any other; including that of the great God of Thunder himself, Thor. It wasn’t until she had passed him and he cleared his throat at her that she stopped and turned around with an apologetically inquisitive gaze, speaking with a soft voice.

Ayana: “Oh.. I apologize my Lord, is there something that you needed?”

Thor: “I would like to apologize for the sentence that has been thrust upon due to the pranks of my brother… and also would like to reward you for the time you did spend here, devoted to your allegiance to us, the Guardians of Asgard. This Ring of Firebolts is imbued with part of my power, my Divine Lightning. Take it.”

At that, Thor threw the ring to Ayana, whom caught it in her hand with a bow of thanks; perhaps she didn’t deserve it, but she respected the Gods enough that she would not merely toss away a gift from one of them, even if she understood that he wasn’t just rewarding her, but was also showing her a bit of sympathy… something he was famous for. This was not the end, but these would be… her Last Goodbyes. The next time she returned here, never again would she say goodbye, she would say that she was home; that she would be back soon. Taking on a more humane appearance, one of short stature and with long black hair, the Valkyrie headed straight for the end of the Bifrost, prepared to face her fate with a fiery heart once again.

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This is her Last Goodbye, she has sworn to return.

~Next thing we knew~

CRASH! And there was the noise, the sound of a loud boom of thunder and what was seeming to be a blast of lightning, a bright flash and a smoking crater left in the center of the throne room not far from the duo who were… well things were getting a little heated so to speak, with the girl who looked like she could be in anywhere from middle school to being a really short and immature, physically, high school girl. She was busy fitting the ring she had been given onto her finger, which caused a small discharge of gold lightning to spark around her as it assimilated itself into her system. Then… of course, then she had to look up and see the scene before her, causing her to jerk back with a drop of sweat appearing at the side of her face and shock becoming clear there as well.

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“I.. I’m sorry for barging in, may I ask where I am in Helheim? Ahem, I mean Hell.”

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Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

No pussy could resist a good stroking, especially not Katrina. After all the drama, the death of her Mistress and then finding the crown of Wrath falling squarely on her head, she just wanted to relax and let Grey’s wandering hand and teasing digits take her to a higher cloud. Such electricity was working between them, and Katrina arched her back slightly so that the sweet mound of flesh that he had cupped would be pushed further into his hand. Such attentions were more than enough for payment. She was a creature that adored being handled, if the male had what it took to please her. By the way he bit at her neck and strummed her flesh, it was something she could get used too. Katrina had no idea of whatever his motivations were. For now it simply let the whole weight of responsibility for this kingdom ease to the back of her mind and she curled her tail around his waist eagerly.

Remember that he was more than happy to be her General, she would of course make the promotion known, so that if it came to pass that they were to be on the receiving end of an attack from one of the other Kingdoms – namely Gluttony, that he would be listened to without question.

Purring now, with her eyes closed; there was a bright burst of lightning with a terrible follow up roar and boom. For a moment, Katrina thought that she had experienced a taste of how he was to rock her body. It wasn’t until she heard a nervous voice, stuttering about barging in, and clearly having no idea where she was.

Opening her eyes, Katrina remained in her lounged pose, even with Grey’s hand still firmly clasped to her bosom.

“Seriously? Do you even know what a door is?” Katrina’s tail wound around Grey tighter, as though she was making a statement that he was her play thing. “General?” her face turning to that of Grey. A little pout coming to her lips, since he was doing all the right things. “Deal with the child, then come back and finish our negotiations.” Releasing her tail hold on Grey, Katrina sat up slightly and zipped her fight suit up enough so that she was not so revealing.

“I’ve heard of being cock blocked…but this pussy does not like being blocked.”

Folding her arms, she waited to see the exchange between Grey and the intruder. It dawned on Katrina, that if this slip of a girl could enter the Kingdom without knocking, that others would be able to do the same. “I might need to contact Lavinia. Either that or a pest control for nosy children.”

~RB~

No Shame – The Kingdom of Lust : PD

Following on from “Coming Undone” – The Lust Kingdom.

Tsu:
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” I’m sure the encore will be a good show.” Mi had said in response to him, still standing.She stayed in her place and watched the Prince before her, it was rather amusing to her. He sure indeed have a party, everything was everywhere and whether she actually participated, would be decided on how things went after this small chit chat. Watching the fire burn and him light his cigaret, she let out a small smile. Fire was a fun thing to play with but, it was also deadly. Seeing his glance she had to admit, he wasn’t some ugly fellow, he fit the part of being the demon of Lust. The bodies showed that also, he must of sure had a fun time with all the girls. Taking his hints into her mind, she shook her head a bit and slightly smirked from his comment. Moving now Mi walked up to him, stepping a mere in front of him. The thing she did next was rather bold on her part, lifting her hand she took the cigaret from his mouth. Sliding it into her mouth she’d take it in a bit and lifted her hand, to hold him from taking it back. After a couple of seconds she’d release it from her mouth and place it back into his lips.

” I may look familiar but, I assure you Hun. You’ve never shagged me nor touched this body ever.” She said, sliding her finger from her neck and down, making her point. Seconds later she blew the smoke out into his face, walking back a couple of feet.

The cat had moved again and went to her feet but, this time it jumped up and landed on her shoulder. It was amazing how such a creature could jump up from the floor to that height, how it was possible is unknown. Hearing about the double act she chuckle a bit and raised her hand to pet the cat.

” No, she’s merely a pet. Nothing special about it. “ Mia responded and let her hand drop.

He was rather casual and he probably knew nothing about her, which was funny. Most people would of sent guards to the intruder, asked questions and such. Maybe he’d learn after but, at the moment she was having a joyful moment with the prince. Tilting her head to the side, her black hair also hung to the side a bit, some bangs falling in her face.

” Mi Uma, pleasure to meet you.” The girl said and gave a small smirk. If he had been smart on his history with the kingdoms, he’d know his sister was in fact with the previous Leviathan, though Mi didn’t claim herself to be infatuated with any kingdom. She was just a woman who wandered around, did favors and had a little fun.


Razorbackwriter:

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Kingdom of Lust – Castle

It was funny how this girl was responding. Most of the girls that came through his doors, treated him like a Rock God or hot DJ, but this chick, well she was seeing the all too casual side of the Demon of Lust. I mean, he was on his way to do his morning shit and read the paper with a cigarette hanging loosely out of the corner of his mouth. He had on a toweling robe and if you looked at him in a certain angle, he reminded you a bit of Charlie Sheen after a bad night out. Too many women and not enough condoms. Most other kingdoms had guards everywhere, and staffers to cater to the every whim of the Royal head. This kingdom knew the drill and it was only Simon that was willing or should I say, dared to approach the Prince after a big night on the turps.

He had a bit of that five o’clock stubble happening. Hair that had not seen a brush in days, and he smelt. The real reason for all this…was not so much that he was just plain lusty and not caring, he was actually in mourning, though he would never admit that to a soul. Some of us do harmful things to ourselves in order to forget or blot out the pain of loss. Ready to go off to the lavvy now, he was stopped in his tracks as the girl darted in front of him and stood her ground. Asmo stared at her with a weird look, and then she did something rather daring. She actually reached up and took his cigarette between her own fingers and proceeded to have a drag.

Holding the smoke in, she placed the cigarette back between his now clenched teeth and said that she might have looked familiar but she could assure him that in no way had he ever had the pleasure of enjoying her. ~Hmm~ As he thought about the chances of if he had, she then blew a smoke cloud into his face.

~Cough cough~

Asmo waved his hand in front of his face, as though not entirely happy that she had gone and done something so rude. This girl was certainly not like any that had come into the kingdom before.

“If you are trying to sell cookies love, you are going about it all wrong.” He wasn’t finding this side to the girl attractive, but he was intrigued all the same. The cat leaped up onto her shoulders as they talked, and the demon stared at it, when Mi said that it was just a pet, nothing more.

“I knew this chick that did a weird thing with gold fish once. Shoved it right up her..”

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“Sir…really?” Simon interjected. He had been watching the whole thing and knew that at some point, Asmo would cross the line of what was considered decent conversation topics. Asmo shrugged, and then looked back at the girl who introduced herself as Mi Uma. she claimed that it was a pleasure to meet him, but he didn’t quite believe it. No one got pleasure out of seeing him this way in the mornings. Simon could vouch for that.

“Wait…didn’t your sister have something to do with…err…the Prince of Envy? Whatever happened to him?’ It was clear that Asmo didn’t keep in touch with the other Princes of Hell. Not since Lilith died anyways.

~RB~

Tsu:
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Mi had simply watched the person and it was rather amusing. Is this how he dealt with loss? She wouldn’t say he was harming himself completely, maybe with hygiene but, other wise no. Since she had her sight she could well enough sense the death around him, not long ago had he had two die, by the looks of it. Maybe she’d bring it up later in a conversation and offer her services, they were truly a miracle. Her actions were probably a bit overboard and he probably thought of her being a rude person but, what did she care. Of course, Mi had manners so she’d get to it later.

” I’m not selling cookies, I will sell you something though.. at a later time. “ She said with a smirk and took a strand of her hair twirling it around her finger.

Listening to the goldfish comment she couldn’t help but laugh a bit, even if he didn’t finish it. It was rather amusing on how many people, well chicks he had seen or done. Listening to Simon she smiled a bit and knew that he was probably the closest thing to him right now at this moment.

” Simon is it, excuse my rudeness. You must be a good man to keep him in check, like that.” She interjected and gave him a smile and semi curtsey.

Mi loved people like that, she could tell just by how he dressed an acted for the past couple of minutes. It would probably be something she’d get use to, if things were to go her way.

” Yes, she did. He is dead, so is she. Their is a new Prince Envy, not that I care about it. I’m not attached to any kingdoms, just a woman traveling doing deeds, exploring and having fun along the way.” The girl said with a small smile, then a smirk as her description of fun varied. She had been walking slowly around the room, watching the walls and examining the place, her cat rubbing against the side of her face.

Razorbackwriter:
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Kingdom of Lust – Castle

You know when someone asks you a question, and they seem interested but really have to be somewhere else? Well, that is the way that Asmo was acting. You see, when Mi came in the Demon of Lust was actually on his way to the loo. All set with his paper and cigarette, it was clear he needed to do jobbies and big ones with the way he was now dancing about in front of the girl. Thankfully, Simon was there to save the day.

“Simon says….go to the lavvy, my Lord.” There it was, the permission that Asmo needed to break from the conversation. It couldn’t have come sooner. “Thank fuck, I can feel a turtle head coming out.” Could you believe that this man was supposed to be the epitome of Lust, and sex. He was about as sexy as an old pair of ladies crotchless panties that had faulty elastic. As he danced off, the servant muttered.

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“You’re a drama queen.” it was rare that Simon ever spoke in a derogatory fashion towards his Prince, but…under the circumstances he had had it up to his neck with the Prince’s behavior. Grieving or not. Once the Prince was finally out of ear shot and the coast was clear, the well dressed Simon then turned to their guest.

“You have to forgive him, my dear. He …isn’t always like this. As much as I am sorry to hear of the loss of your sister and the Prince of Envy, we here at Lust have also been dealing with the deaths of family. Lilith and her son. It is why the Prince has abstained from royal gatherings….and that war at Wrath. I couldn’t even get him out of bed for that one, and normally he likes a good fight. “

You could tell that the man servant cared about Asmo, much like a dear uncle. He knew the Prince was capable of so much more, but in his current state, he wasn’t fit to hold the throne. Not that Simon would tell him that. Hearing that the girl was not one for any one kingdom, the man servant then got an idea.

“MIss. You have something in you that might be well enough to help the Prince find his zest for life again. I mean, the Kingdom would be at your debt of course.” Simon implored the girl, as he heard a loud voice coming from the lavvy.

“I don’t remember eating corn.”

Simon cringed and then whispered to Mi. “Please?”

~RB~

Tsu:
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This guy, this guy had some nerve. Mi couldn’t believe how he was right now, she could understand that he had to use the restroom but, to go like that. She cringed a bit as he left, she had heard good things about Lust but, it doesn’t seem so, at least not anymore. The comment about being a drama queen made her giggle a bit, she was beginning to like this Simon fellow already. Listening to what he had explained, she was right on the bat about it. Of course she knew, she could sense the death around him earlier, he was indeed grieving hard. She could understand about her sister but, she didn’t get this bad and that was cause they were different people. A small sigh came from her lips, then they turned into a smile, this man did care about him very much.

” It is alright, she is long gone and in peace now, hopefully. It was tragic but, it’s all in the past now and it’s something I’ve learned to live on with, considering what I am, it didn’t take long to get over. It is a pity that someone like him has dwindled down to this at the moment.” She said and breathed in and out a couple of times.

Hearing the plea Mi had already been two steps ahead of him, she was indeed going to offer the prince something, that he couldn’t turn down. It’s not like she had anything else to do right now, she was free to do as she pleased so, she would do what she needed. It might be fun to turn this place around and get her own benefits out of it, putting a hand on Simon’s shoulder she gave a soft squeeze.

” Don’t you worry Simon. I have a special talent for working in dark arts and death its self, I will offer him something that he most likely won’t want to turn down. I will do my best for you, to make this childish person back into a true prince.” She said and nodded accepting the offer, as she let her hand sit back at her side, waiting for the prince to come back.

” Ah, please don’t mind the way I’ll speak to the boy, once he’s back. I’m not usually like I will be but, it might get some sense into his head.” Mi had said with a sweet smile, some things were indeed a mystery about this lone girl.

Razorbackwriter:

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Kingdom of Lust – Castle

Simon reached for both of Mi’s hands, taking them in his own. You could see the gratitude in his eyes, the warmth of his smile. It was not often that the man servant showed such emotion, but it was because he had not been able to get through to Asmo, only provide him with what he needed till this grieving finally came to an end.

“My dear…you have all of the Kingdom of Lust that will thank you for this. You are a true lady.” He took his hands back and then you could hear a gratified sigh, followed by a loud flushing sound. Yep, that was the Prince finished in the bathroom. Simon took this as his cue to make an exit, but not before grabbing a can of air freshener and spraying it about wildly. Honestly, the smell was so bad it could knock flies right off the walls. Even strip paint. So bad.

Coming back out, the Prince was waving his hand behind his bottom, and looked about for Simon.

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“Simon?…Simon? I’m hungry.” Yes, he was finally getting his appetite back, which was something. Looking around though he couldn’t see Simon, just the girl that had entered and interrupted his trip to the lavvy. “Simon not giving you the guided tour then?” He suspected that Simon might have shown the girl out, if she hadn’t really come to the Kingdom with purpose.

He hadn’t paid much attention to the fact that the Prince of Envy had died, or Mi’s sister. He was like trapped in this mental mind fog, where nothing could truly reach him. It would take a woman with a real talent for talking to do that. Was Mi fit for the bill?

Asmo was almost child like in a way. Though he was a strapping lad, covered in tatts and looked to be a man’s man, he acted so much like a boy. He needed a good kick up the ass.

“Welp, I have an orgy waiting for me upstairs. Might as well go fuck em again. Nothing else happening in this place today. You… you can find your own way out, Miss.”

And like that, he turned on his heel and started for the corridor that led to his chambers.

~RB~

The Witches Circle – Blood Magic : PD

 

Following on from “Just the beginning” – The Witches Circle series.

 

Fudo:
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Oridin Lexington:” I see. So what does that entitle for us all ?”

– Oridin had kept quiet the entire time , hearing more and more that has been said it was implied Greed and Gluttony are not on the same boat when it came to understandings and the Apprentice realized this must mean that they had to be enemies possibly. These were all theories however, as the apprentice did not know who these people were or anything and was only going by the context that was given. He walked closer to Esme before looking around at the more empty space since more and more have them left and now leaving barely anyone in this area . Oridin would then ask her where they should go now , since there seemed to be nothing for them out here at this point in time. –

Oridin Lexington:” So where should we go next ? ”

Tory:
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In the middle of the circle a sudden burst of light spread out and was followed with the second half of the prince’s shrill scream of pain and when the light dissipated and lighting returned to normal, Astaroth was kneeling in the middle rubbing his temples and cursing all that is holy. Especially archangels and their barriers of no-leaving-for-you-mister. After about five seconds or so he stood up and looked around. He could feel there there was no shred of his powers in this golem, an uncomfortable feeling that left him on edge. He wouldn’t be able to protect himself at all, although perhaps he could just remove the crown and be fine.
He saw two people and bowed towards them as their attention would surely be on someone that appeared as suddenly and extravagantly as he had. If it had been up to him though, he would’ve arrived without screaming in pain and blasting out light. He was hoping he’d brought a little bit of his seal with him and thus weakened it. He had suspicions that were not the case though. That would simply be far too convenient.
I do apologise for this horrid entrance. I would’ve chosen something less bright and soundless, but such is not my luck.” he smiled sweetly at the two. “My name is Astaroth and I hold the current title of Pride.” he bowed deeply this time. “I wish to speak with your elder, if that is alright?” he kept it short for the clock continued ticking and Salem had said he wouldn’t be able to keep the golem up for too long. Astaroth hoped the kid wasn’t exerting himself too much. He would feel horrible if Salem would use up too much of his powers when Astaroth really could’ve just sent a raven. All he could do now though, was his best at explaining his situation to whoever wanted to help and make it appealing enough for them to actually try and break the barrier.

 Dessy:
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“Do you even know why the Prince of Gluttony sought a new arm in the first place?”Shamus spoke, and Mariela raised an eyebrow. “No.” she said simply, and left it at that. Shamus then started speaking about Mammon, and Mariela’s eyes narrowed. “I am not like Mammon, nor will I ever be. I can’t be held responsible for the destruction he or Lydia have caused. That’s not my doing, and if it was up to me, whatever destruction they caused would’ve never happened.” she spoke, shaking her head as she talked. Shamus was then stopped by Lavinia, and she moved her gaze to look back up at the Elder.

She moved her eyes to watch Shamus leave, before looking up at Lavinia. “I appreciate the offer, but I made the mistake in trusting the wrong people before. I’m not making that mistake again.” she then said. She turned to glance at her family behind her when Lavinia spoke, before looking back at her with a curious expression, watching the Elder witch walk off with narrowed eyes.

“You were right about the heart. It’s not yours that is needed, but that does not mean that you are out of danger. This….is only the beginning.”

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Another voice spoke, and Mariela turned to look at her. ‘I never said I wasn’t out of danger.” she spoke. “I know fully well the amount of danger I could be in, but I’m not at all worried.” she said afterwards. She turned her head to look back in the direction the other witches had walked to before speaking again. “As much as I appreciate your Elder’s offer, I’ve trusted the wrong people too many times.” she said, looking back at the girl. “One of those times lead to my death.”she then said. “Until I’m proven that all of them can be trusted, I’m not taking any chances.” she then spoke after.

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Mariela heard a scream of pain, and then saw a flash of bright light. She immediately turned her head to the source, taking a few steps back as the person appeared. She gave a small curtsy when he bowed, before turning to look back at Esme.“I think I’ll take my leave now. Give your Elder my apologies.” she then said, nodding her head in farewell before turning and motioning for Scar and her family to follow her, before exiting the Witches Circle. Did she make a mistake? Maybe. She didn’t know. But everyone makes mistakes, and everyone has to deal with the consequences. Was Mariela worried? Not really. Good always wins.

(TC? Maybe?)

Razorbackwriter:
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Scar hated being right. He knew from the start that going to the Witches circle was a bad idea. He didn’t trust the Elders at all, and the news that another Princess may possibly have been killed in their sacred grounds meant that the likes of the new Princess of Greed being there – she’s have no protection anyways. The alp however was proud of his Mistress. She handled herself with a sense of pride and dedication to the protection of her family, no matter who was making threats with them. She bluntly told them all, she would kill anyone that tried to harm them. So much passion in her voice, that tears welled in Scar’s eyes. She was nothing like Lydia, and he thanked the maker for that fact. Mariela didn’t need these beings protection. He and her family would be that circle of trust…their bonds already proved over and over. In the maze, and back at the castle. Mariela had been burnt by those she trusted. She swore never again to take that chance.

“I think I’ll take my leave now. Give your Elder my apologies.”

Scar stood by her side and bowed politely before Esme and Oridin. “It’s time we went home.” The alp was already making plans on how to help get Mariela’s family home. He didn’t need the Elders to do what he had already done before. But at least now, Mariela had seen what witches and warlocks – the Elders were like. Looking back at Tessa, Sam and Sean, Scar motioned with his head that they start to leave the area. They had a long walk home.

In the forest edge a dark shadow hovered and there was a distinct chuckle that watched the scene playing out before him. So this…was the new Princess of Greed. Pretty. He thought to himself. Watching them depart, Marcus fell back into the shadows. He would make his move….when they were least expecting it. Here, at the Witches circle, there were the ancients that were sure to start whispering their annoyance. Marcus was not about to let that happen.

(TC – Marcus – Scar to Greed Kingdom)

Now that the Princess of Greed and her party had left, there was a great explosion of light from the center of the circle. It seemed that the royals of Hell were continuing to visit the Witches circle. Perhaps news of Gluttony’s murderous spree was starting to filter out to the other realms and more were coming to protect their own interests. Oridin asked where they were off to now. With the newest arrival, Esme knew that they weren’t going anywhere just yet. The apprentice served Lavinia no matter where she was in Dyre.

“I do apologize for this horrid entrance. I would’ve chosen something less bright and soundless, but such is not my luck.”

Fireworks and a light show. It had to be a royal. Esme offered a sideways glance at Oridin as she returned to hear the rest of the introduction.

“My name is Astaroth and I hold the current title of Pride.”

“Pride?!” Esme’s sudden cry of the Prince’s name showed that she was now deeply shocked that the one that Shamus had mentioned was now standing in the Witches circle. Did this…Astaroth know about Gluttony? The introduction showed nothing but good manners, and no real fret or worry. You could see the blood run from Esme’s face, and she stood awkwardly, her eyes darting around to see if the great Glutton would suddenly return unannounced, even though Lavinia had used a banishing spell that meant he could not return.

“I wish to speak with your elder, if that is alright?”

“You mean, Lavinia. She uhm….she’s this way.” With a sinking feeling in her own heart, she turned and gestured for the embodiment of Astaroth to follow. “Lavinia was here, but she left the circle.”

If Astaroth and Oridin followed, Esme would take them deep into the forest. Normally she would lead them straight to the cottage, but from the feeling of magical power, Lavinia had taken a different direction. Heading to a much darker place, where there was a special clearing. Within it stood an ancient tree that was devoid of leaves and flowers. There were no animals except for the raven which sat upon her shoulder. There was a great chair fashioned from the twisted roots that had come up from under the ground. Lavinia was sitting in this chair, meditating. Only when the trio entered the clearing did she open her eyes.

Esme bowed as she approached, with Lavinia staring down at her with a look of disdain.

“I have a guest that wishes to be granted audience….my Queen. It’s…Astaroth…the Prince of….”

Before she could finish, Lavinia bore a great smile and watched Astaroth approach.

“Ah yes….the Heart. Such a proud heart. One that beats so fiercely. It’s a wonder that it is still in your chest, but don’t worry, the Gluttonous one can not enter Dyre….I sent him packing.”

No doubt this was going to bring a series of questions from Astaroth, who knew nothing of the plots of the Prince of Gluttony. If he did feel threatened however, it came from the realms, not the Witches Circle.

“I know you….I walked with you once upon a dream.” Lavinia seemed to be enjoying this now, smiling over at Oridin and then saying to the young mage. “You may well be leaving us to go to a Castle that lay in the center of a lake.” The Elder spoke of the Kingdom of Pride, but that of course all hinged on what Astaroth said next.

~RB~

Fudo:
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– Oridin bowed his head in return to the male that had done so to him ; being awkward about the whole ordeal and not knowing who they were personally or their importance and had only done so out of respect . When seeing the Prince of Pride announce himself Oridin felt quite shocked as to how many royals had appeared here today. It had to have been at least 4 . He didn’t know what to say next ; in fact , he couldn’t find any words to leave his mouth at this time but instead respectfully bowed to the male known as Pride as he spoke to them , he allowed Esme to speak for him as he couldn’t find anything to say so he walked simply as a mute with her to where she was bringing Pride . He didn’t want her to go alone , he didn’t have anything to do also and wishing to know more about the Elders is one of the things Oridin wished to do . He wanted to more closely get in touch with the art of magic and get much more close to how it should be wielded and how to do so efficiently . His mind hovered around the thought of how to introduce himself when reaching the Elder ; finding himself in face of Lavinia upon reaching her domain which was quite grim in nature and held solely but a chair and the tree that it was near ; Oridin can only assume the Elder was quite spiritual and he bowed in respect when she spoke to the group and then seemed to have spoken to Oridin about going to a Castle in which Oridin’s behavior broke its structure as his response came . –

Oridin Lexington : ” C-Castle ? I’m going where ? ”

– Oridin’s eyes seemed to have showed the sensation of fear, however it wasn’t the typical being afraid of something but in truth it was him being uneasy about going somewhere where he hasn’t been , a place truly foreign to him . Oridin had gotten use to this realm , and as scary as it sounded he sighed thinking about what may happen when he’s gotten there . He tilted his head down and stared at the ground before taking in a deep breath to say –

Oridin Lexington : ” Wherever it may be , I’ll go if that is the will of the Elders. ”

– There may be some good in going to another land , as it may teach him more about the world as well as expanding his knowledge . He could always use more , more to learn and the more things he could find out while being in the realms beyond the Witches Circle . His fear slowly faded into inquisitive bliss . He felt as if he could really do it. –

Tory:
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Lavinia’s Domain

Astaroth jumped as his title was suddenly cried out. He had been out of the game for several centuries, if not a few milennia. Appearing nowhere, never sending messages and really just not contacting the world outside of his prison. Such a reaction was to be expected, however, it still surprised him. It was almost rude. He did forgive though as it was justified. Anyone would be surprised to see a man that had probably become a story in his time away. A myth, maybe. Or perhaps that was just Astaroth’s wishing.
Just as the girl had cried out, the boy beside her bowed. Perhaps he held a higher rank than the girl and thus had better manners?
He bowed to the girl again before following her. He caught up quickly so that he’d walk just a little bit behind the two. He was being lead somewhere, walking beside them would be useless and he’d just seem awkward whenever he’d take a step in a different direction than where they were heading. So behind it was. Walking behind also gave him a chance to take in the sight of the forest. There were no forests on his island and he so missed the free nature. All he had was a garden with herbs, a few flowers and an apple tree. It was nothing fancy, but he was fond of it. It provided solace from everything, because despite his lack of appearances he did have duties as a prince as every other prince should have.
Much to Astaroth’s displeasure, the girl stopped in a small clearing with a dead tree. Dead trees of course had their appeal, but Astaroth preferred them alive. This particular dead tree should most likely be considered the elder witch’s throne, he guessed.
He carefully stepped passed the boy and girl when the witch smiled at him and bowed deeply.
I thank you, Elder.” he had been hoping it was something else, but his heart was certainly worthy of this blasted pain in his gut and now chest. “I had no idea it would be Gluttony. Now I’ll be able to prepare properly knowing who to expect.” his lack of questions perhaps came as a surprise, but he’d already known that he were likely to be attacked. Although he did have one question. Why his heart? But that would be a question saved for later for the elder spoke again.
Oh? I do hope I didn’t embarrass myself.” he smirked. “I hope I can take it that you know why I’m here then?” he looked towards the boy with a friendly smile when she spoke to him. Perhaps he was an expert on barriers with extensive knowledge of angelic ones. That would certainly make Astaroth more than willing to invite him to his home.

Razorbackwriter:

The Witches Circle.

Watching Esme, Oridin and the visitor – a golem of Astaroth approach the dead tree throne, Lavinia adjusted her posture so she was sitting more regally upon her knotted wood seat. Another raven happened to swoop down from the skies and landed just on the edge of the throne, bowing graciously with its wings spreading before the Supreme Elder. A note was tied to its leg, and while she could hear the one known as Astaroth give thanks for allowing this meeting and also the revelation about Gluttony, Lavinia untied the note and read the contents that were written in a familiar script. The Queen of witches could not hold back the laughter that bubbled up from the very pit of her stomach.

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How odd. There were now two witches that held thrones of the seven kingdoms. Katrina had somehow managed to get the crown from the Princess Sayaka. It was completely unexpected, but there was a silver lining to this latest development. Folding the note, she tucked it into her dress, before returning her attention with a much more somber expression, when Astaroth had mentioned that he had no idea that Gluttony was after him, nor why.

“Now I’ll be able to prepare properly knowing who to expect.”

This statement brought a surprised look from Lavinia. Preparing for the onslaught of a demon Prince like Gluttony was going to be no easy feat, especially with the current upsets that were being caused by the time piece. Astaroth had not been present when the Lord Gluttony had, and missed the change in the Queen of witches herself, from the disruption in magic and time.

“You might have trouble expecting the unexpected.” By this, Lavinia meant that nothing was set in stone. “You see, there has been a shift in powers to many creatures both magical and not. This is more than some simple quest for power. For you see, there is a power that Gluttony cannot control – though he may fail to understand what that is.”

Rising up from her throne, she slowly walked down each step till she was on level ground and was standing before the gathering.

“You suspect I know why you are here.” Lavinia paused and then nodded to both ravens to take flight, before returning her attention to Astaroth. “A deal was done with a Prince who now wears a specific piece known as the right hand of doom.” The Dark one had explained to Lav earlier about what the consequence of this was, and that in order for Gluttony to keep the hand, he must bring a trophy that was worthy.

“The pain you suffer from. The stomach pains, the headaches. Your bodies way of letting you know that you are in danger. A sense that…serves you well.” It had, since the quest for answers to his ailment had brought him to the Witches circle, rather than going to a simple medicine professional.

“The heart that beats so strongly within you, is one of great power. The one that holds that heart in his hand….gets control of not just the heart’s owner…..but everything and more. A proud heart is akin to the heart of the Great Lion.:” If Astaroth was paying attention and closely, he might realize the severity of danger that he was in.

“You have one good thing on your side, aside from those that are honored to serve you till death. There is a time limit on acquiring the heart as the trade. You have six days remaining. I suggest, you return to your kingdom, but….before you do I shall give you a gift.”

This was when she looked to Oridin. The young apprentice mage that had been keeping close to Esme during this meeting, but eager to learn more about the path he was to take.

Lavinia went to a tree that had a large hollow in it and reached inside. She took out three black candles. Each one bore a special marking that was emblazoned as though by fire. She cut her finger and then with her own blood, she let it seep into each candle’s markings infusing them with a certain type of magic. Lavinia called over Oridin to her side as she went to hand him the candles.

“Take these, along with this.” Lavinia took a ring off her own finger, that contained a special stone that was jagged in shape. The black stone was small enough that it was easily carried on one’s person and remain undetected by others.

“Light the three candles at midnight, on the night of a full moon and place them in a triangle formation. The jewel ring should be placed in their center.” Handing the mage the ring, she added;

“Once all the candles and the stone are in place, speak the following words aloud:

Stone of the earth,
Guard my heart with your strength,
Protect it from evil and harm,
That no danger may pass,
No threat draw near.

Smiling at Oridin, she concluded what must be done after the chant. “Extinguish the candles and break them. Then get the Prince of Pride to wear or carry the stone any time he felt the need for added strength and security against an intrusion on his heart.”

The spell explained, Lavinia returned her attention to Astaroth.

“Take Oridin with you on your return and the gift will be put into play. It is the best I can offer you, and the boy will learn much on his travels. At the end of the sixth day, when the time piece has run out, he shall return to our circle and be raised to that of an Elder for his dedication to the craft.”

It would be a win win…surely. She waited with a smile for Astaroth and Oridin to speak.

~RB~