Gizora’s Blade – Battleship : Shattered Dimensions.

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship

 

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Previously…

– The ship would slowly ascend the detached office from it’s roots so the people inside wouldn’t have to move . Another reason for having pulled the structure off it’s initial area was so that the extraction would also take the escape criminals who all stood along one another on the destroyed roof of the prison .-

Charlie : ” That’s a giant ship ! ”

Leone : ” This is going to get some used to. ”

Leila : ” You’ll be fine m’lord .”

Celtan : ”This is family huh ? ”

Luke : ” Well then , shall we board ? ”

Gizora grinned at the gathered throng. “Not about to stand about like a fool. Follow me, now!” With a massive sweep of his hand, he brought it up and over to signal the departure from the Prison Interior, and to be phazed up onto the main flight deck of the ship. Known as Gizora’s Blade it was a marvel of technology and Terakain determination to conquer the low lifes of Alterus.

One by one his family appeared in behind him, but there was one that stood out. Leone. He was standing off to the far left and gazing at his own reflection in the specially constructed glass. His hand touching his face, as though this image that stared back at him troubled the man. It wasn’t lost on Gizora, who had been surveying the many control panels, as he passed the uniformed operators. Their indistinct chatter left like a buzz hanging in the air. With the blue hue of their monitors lighting up their faces, the rest of the deck was shrouded in an eerie darkness. It suited Gizora to the ground. As he walked, his form started to change once again. No longer was he displaying the massive horns, the red skin and pointed chin. He was now more like a ship’s captain. His uniform similar to those that were operating the controls, but with extra bars that meant he was the top most officer. It was interesting how Gizora took to different forms in different settings, almost like a way of blending in with his environment.

His hair was white, with golden eyes and a sharp face. Almost elven looking in a way, but there was a strange beauty to it. Very much the chameleon.

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He tugged on the edges of his cuffs, and without looking up at Leone, he said.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

A simple wave of his hand, and the visage of the Dark Lord changed to that of a female. It was easy to do, especially for someone as powerful as Gizora. The creator had his ways, and when it suited Gizora, he had his own that could easily match the creator in having those that serve him change forms.

That done, he turned back to face the rest that were in the flight deck.

“No time for loitering. Everyone to your stations!”

~RB~
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L I R Y U / Dark Lady of Chaos

The once dull hair color of the Dark Lord turned into a bright shining red, their eyes turning into a completely new color, and their body completely changing into that of a mature curvaceous woman. Liryu, the new name that Chaos itself went by; chuckled with glee as she swayed her hips over to the specially constructed glass, checking out her reflection as she nodded in satisfaction. Her horns, head dress, and armor itself stuck out more than anything, seeping with an evil aura around it as she spun around and giggled.

“Ahh~ I feel so, refreshed!~ I feel completely… new…”

Her voice changed from bubbily to a rather dark tone within a matter of seconds, her eyes showing no interest as she made one last prideful face in the reflection before turning around on her heels and walking to her station. The clicking of her heels could be heard from a distance away within the ship, which to her was a rather good thing. In a way, it let everyone know who was there at that moment and whom was approaching. She looked over to Lelia who was still following her new Lady like a lost puppy; it was always so adorable. She smirked at her subordinate and flipped some hair over her shoulder, looking her up and down as she giggled for almost no apparent reason. What to do with her, she has been of good use. But, recently with the Chaos of Change, she felt differently about Lelia. The entire out being of the Dark lord of Chaos changed, appearance wise and more or less personality wise as well.

“How could I use to be like that? I use to be so booriinnnng~”

She almost sung to herself in her head as she curled her finger in and out at Lelia, knowing what she would now do with her little… Toy.

“Leliaaa… Come with me to my station, keep me entertained!~”

She stated as she swung her hips around, enjoying her new form as she looked down at her body and snickered. Pleased at the view from above, and much of the view from every other angle as well. It was a beautiful thing to her, she would take advantage of this body as much as she could. Especially in combat, or in.. distracting others.. Walking around the rather large ship, looking around and getting use to the surroundings around her. Absorbing in everything that was happening, trying to blend in with the setting of this ship. Plastering a serious expression on her face, she walked up to her station and sat down in it. Making herself comfortable as she stretched and made a few groans while doing so before concentrating on what the next set of orders was.

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– Charlie would’ve stayed in the Hangar of the area ; sitting on some crates in quiet while attempting to create a origami . He seemed as if he was tired , and being tired usually constituted him about to switch to the Dark Lord of Insanity , but it seemed he was able to sustain a middle-ground of sorts but for now ; not much was going on with the male. –

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The Ship’s Bridge

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– Celtan was awaiting Gizora , just as Luke was but both took their own stances in doing so. Celtan stood near the operating systems while Luke was kicking back and relaxing on a chair ; awaiting for their Father to appear . Luke had a cup of coffee in his hand and proceeded to drink subtlety while Celtan fixed his collar and continued to observe as he was . His thoughts got the better of him , thinking about the continuous times he’s ran into the same people ; knowing that he’ll most likely run into those people again. Persistent they were , persistent indeed. They were able to observe the transformation of Leone into the New Woman that’s now taken the mantle of Chaos . The two would stay in a passive silence until something had changed. –

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Residential Floor

– The Group of Escaped Criminals were gathered at the Hallway where all the rooms to rest were located below the Destroyer’s personal floor , the group looked at each other and then at the lined up rooms . Who were going to go where ? The First person would leave the group to claim the biggest room at the end of the hallway of this area.-

Shen : ” I called it . * Room 1 * ”

Yama : ” I guess that’s settled.* Room 2 *”

Tenma : ” Overindulgence is quite the thing huh ? * Room 3 * ”

Ouken : ”…… * Room 4 *

Quartz : ” Thank you . ”

– They all walked their own paths to their rooms and labeled their doors with their names with the pads located to the right on each door before entering it. Quartz would’ve bowed to Ouken for having saved him back then in Block 5 before returning to walking towards the Fifth room with a cast upon his wounded arm and a sharp expression in his eyes. –

Quartz : ” I will return the favor in full. * Opens and proceeded to slam the Fifth door shut* ”

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District (2) – Shattered Dimensions.

 

 

 

Many are gathering to join in the quest, but will they be up to the task?  

 

Zetta: Unable to speak, no longer having feet planted to the ground.. Last thing he recalled was his super-speed getting him back home to beat the sunlight.. His direction went disarray upon the sudden combination of Alterus, mixing in with the standard fable that the man had been accustomed to.. While traveling back to his own Manor, he found himself in the middle of foreign land. Near a large boat. They called those ships, though with due to origins he never had any business going out of the country and was blind-sided by all this water that surrounded him. Confused to the utmost, the vampire looked everywhere around him, finding nothing to be clearly visible but blue. One’s four limbs outstretched in panic, for this one felt that he no longer had the freedom to move as he normally did.. Trapped, the man was caught within something. He forced his mouth open, only to draw in volumes of water in an instant. Now he was gargling, rapidly running out of air, if he did not act to escape this he would die in this viridian Hell…

No! The vampire would reclaim his pride and reach the surface to survive, even if he had to claw his way up.. The claw on his hand weighing him down evermore, but not withholding his super strength from continuing to swim upwards. Although this was only a first experience for him, he would overcome it with his damned ambition! In such efforts, momentum seemed to be on his side, despite gravity formerly pushing him back. He zoomed to a peak of the aquatic surrounding until sunlight flashed upon him through the depths.. He would die when it touched him, since he had yet to refuel the gauntlet of midnight black. There was little hope here, but that could not stop him, the feeling of suffocation was terrifying to say the least. Facing death, he charged ahead even stronger, with reduced effort for some reason too. The effort input bared results, Delecaux finally ascending the watery graveyard. He sighed lightly, glad to have overcome the challenge, and bowed his head towards the light cast above him. But instead of instant-death though, he felt an extreme pain on his shoulders and then his entire upper-body burned. Unbearable, from one pain onto another.

Again, putting his body to work, his eyes scanned for a place to duck under to be covered from shade. It was here that he realized something peculiar.. He was standing, not floating in water, but firmly stood atop the substance. This was inconceivable, what had the water done to him?.. Unbeknownst to James was that he had acquired a multitude of abilities, being strengthened by the combination of all universe’ vampiric essences. It would come later on to his knowledge, for now he knew he needed to find his assistant, if the being even lived still in this plane. So he ignored this conundrum entirely to focus on stability. One thing that was obvious was that he wasn’t home.. But he was still burning, with this new-found power to control his every movement, he locked onto the ship, rapid-flight propelling him to the back of the large structure.. The man would be comfortable as a stowaway for now, in order to survive. He was still awed that he had escaped death twice already, having not a clue as to where he would be headed now either. With one deep breath, he counted down all of the scents he gathered on his way to the back of the ship. In time he would make it to the deck for a formal introduction with someone.. Anyone, who maybe able to give him some better direction.

 

Hibu:  The sky was mostly clear, with a feeble temperate breeze circulated throughout the district. A mild gale that would’ve kissed one’s complexion was surely to give a satisfied feeling. The feeble clement wind weaved though and around various bushes and trees, causing a soothing rustling sound come from the depths of the shadows. Fluffy, gray, cotton candy appearing clouds cast freely here and there over the district’s surface. A plethora of items displayed at each store, which were sure to satisfy you. The flaming red star, which was imprisoned in the sky, and died every night to let the moon live, ray’s shown brightly the throughout the district. The citizen appeared happy and little disagreed with the Kings and queens plans. Throngs of people migrated in a rush towards the dock, for they knew soon the ship would be leaving. In this throng was juvenile figure with black cloak that covered her body. Grayish platinum hair, two twig like horns sticking out appearing unique, and a tail that swayed back and forth armored with scales. thus, one could clarify she was Drakon. They’re said to be mythological creatures, hunted for years and forced to alter their appearance into humans. the female was hiding her wings as she didn’t want judgmental eyes peering at her, it wad like they were mentally poking her soul.

“This is taking to long!”

the petite figured yelled with feeling very inpatient. she needed room, the fact of being crowded with no personal space displeased her. thus, she drifted from the migrating mobs of citizen. in a corner it seemed she was alone, but something was just unsettling. there was a murderous feeling was within the air. the stained blood metallic odor long within the air causing a disgusted expression to surface. she sighed not even tempted to look into the incident that had happen.extending her right arm to her left shoulder, Matsu could firmly angle her finger adjusting it to the cloth. in a blink of an eye the cloak was thrown off of her revealing her body built and her yellow intimidating eyes. She was wearing a dark turquoise sweater, denim shorts, with raspberry dyed hightighs, and a pair of combat boots. Thus, with no one supposedly watching and free space, Matsu would manifest her dragon-like wings. Matsu angled her legs to certain degree catapulting herself within the air. within those few seconds, Matsu would flap her dragon-like wings. The airborne female’s ruby lips formed into rather pleased smile. As she was flying into the air, Matsu’s body was now horizontally now. The air blowing upon her face satisfied her as she headed towards the dock. Every so often her wings would flap to maintain altitude. But soon she’d arrive at her destination, the ship. Now with her body “standing” vertically within the air. Altohugh she was within the air the female descended because of the lack of her not keeping altitude with her wings. But she’d had with on foot on the planks of wood. Some looked amazed others weren’t impressed and she’d agreed, but not many darkens exist.

“That was a lot more refreshing than walking”

the female looked to the male with blue hair. Shuzen was his name, he was quite popular amongst the district, but something about him didn’t seems right. He was watching every individual who had entered the boat. Her yellow eyes peered at him cautiously, it seemed he was memorizing every detail of each being. this didn’t seem the bother her.

“Hello Mr. Shuzen it is an honor to meet you”

the female bowed to show her respect, although her race use to be an intimidating one, Matsu didn’t like to bow to ones she found suspicious. Usually she wouldn’t stick her nose wear it’s wanted, but this seemed to be a special case.

 

Kiri:

 

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Devon was glad that Eru had come with him, his emerald eyes showed it; but now he was curious about her reasoning? What reason did she have to come with him? Was she trying to pay back some sort of debt? If she was then that was pointless, he hadn’t done anything for her to feel indebted to him about. Was it some other emotion that he’d somehow elicited from the female? Curiosity? Interest? Anger? Something that had made her come? He really couldn’t tell with Eru, it was confusing for him. He had always been naturally good at telling the fluctuation in people’s emotions, just a natural instinct that kicked in for him around others despite his social awkwardness, but with her it was like he was reading a stone wall sometimes, aside from her bouts of anger anyway. Perhaps this enigma would solve itself as time went, he certainly hoped that it would, he didn’t want to make her his enemy. Devon was silently walking, moving slowly with every step so that Eru wouldn’t fall behind, he knew that wouldn’t help anything either. It didn’t take him very long to get to the docks, and as he walked up he gave a small nod in acknowledgement to Shuzen, but didn’t speak. It’s how he was after all. Sure he looked weak, but he had the persona of someone who could do more than anticipated.


Atlantis Co. Ship – Buffet Area
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Kasumi had to admit, Grant was an interesting one at this point. Sure, she didn’t notice that her own brother had followed her onto the ship, but she was too busy following him and trying to keep an eye on the guy so he didn’t get into trouble. God, it reminded her of the relationship between George and Lennie in Of Mice and Men; the guy was annoying at times, but he grew on you at the same time. Currently though, she was busy trying to keep him out of the beer so he wouldn’t be drunk when they got to the island.

“Grant!! Stay out of the beer! If you start drinking I’ll need a drink, and neither of us will like that!”

Kasumi was going to say more, but she was bumped into by a male with a crimson jacket, white pants with a strange style in mind, but she didn’t pay it much mind as she spoke apologetically, or she would have if he hadn’t beaten her to it. The most prominent thing in his apparel? The red watch around his wrist, seemingly over-sized unless one knew what it had been for.

???: “Oh sorry about that, my fault there. Heheh.”

After having apologized, he was quick to walk away, leaving Kasumi to look at him with a bewildered gaze on her face. But she soon shook her head as yet another male with bright scarlet hair with a scar on his face walked past with a face that looked like it was full of thought, but still had a smile on his face despite that.

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She took noticed of him and rose an eyebrow, recognizing him for a split second as the one who had come in through a teleportation circle with a crimson rose insignia. Kasumi didn’t think much of it though, she went right back to Grant immediately.

 

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Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District 

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All his life, Grant had wanted to go on a ship holiday. Oh those tv infomercial shows that said all the fun, joy, sex, dancing and of course beer you could want on a floating fun ship was just what Grant needed after that trip to the dungeon. This was going to be great. Hell to the fact that they were going over as a fighting force, he’d totally forgotten about that when told about the beer and refreshments. Grant was so fast up that gangplank that you would think his ass was on fire.

Was he about to become the ship yobbo, or bogan? He pulled out a funny hat that he had picked up at one of the comic conventions. It was one that had two beer cans on the top with straws for drinking through. It meant that he had his hands free for the food! Grant wasn’t dumb. He knew that this sort of caper would be approved of. Hell, the politician fancy pants had said to enjoy himself……and enjoy himself he would.

If Kasumi thought that Grant was annoying before, she was about to see this unique and rather special side of him. He may not be wearing the mask now, but damn….he had the spirit to know what a good time was. He even pulled out a packet of condoms and showed them to Kasumi.

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“LOOK! I brought protection….GET IT?! Protection…Ah ha ha.”

A few girls in tight camo tops walked by and Grant let off a huge wolf whistle.

“Hello Ladies! I’m Grant, I’m a Leo and I like comics, anime and tight bike pants. Fancy sharing a beer?”

Where did this sudden confident streak come from? He had read one to many cruise ship flyers. He honestly thought anyone could get laid on a ship like this. Even a nerd like Grant.

“Wanna suck my mint? Ah ha ha.”

~RB~

 

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Departing Theme

– It was finally time. There was no longer any time to wait, the bridge to the ship was finally being pulled by a couple men who worked under Shuzen as he himself began to walk to the middle of the deck with a glass of champagne in his hand and a microphone in the other , smiling and nodding his head to the newest female who had boarded and allowing her to be one of the last few on board. –

Ship Center Deck – Announcement

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” Well how pleased I am to see such valor in the hearts of all these people standing before me today. I say , everyone please raise your cups and give yourself a good shot ; you’ve truly earned it for coming all this way to stand up for your nation. As you may now the ship is getting ready to head off towards the island at this time , you are free to say goodbye to your loved ones , or maybe till you see them next. I would give you all the advice of sticking together so your chances of death aren’t likely , but of course your fate brought you here ; and I hope fate has more then just a swift end for you in store . So let us rejoice as we head off ! Cheers and allow our combined efforts to be the victorious side ! ”

– The ship emitted a loud noise as the horn was blown and it was time for the entire ship to have begun moving . The ship followed the sea’s currents ever so persistently ; gently rocking forward and then back as it slowly set off towards the sinking ”Sun” that was artificially made . The blanket of darkness would slowly coat the sky and give them all the sensation that things will soon get real . Were they up for it ? Only their future encounters will dictate and define who they are as people. Will these beings be able to size up to the Demons in Hellgate …. ? The ship continued onwards, further and further from their safe haven ; Alteria would soon fade and the Prison would come into view.-

 

Sieg:  Kir

Red barely muttered a dry hi towards Shuzen, given that he was way too aware about where they were going, what was happening there, and the fact that he grew suspicious of any politician who did anything that helped others he decided to not pay him attention or even give him more seconds than required of his time. He said hi, he moved on into the ship…and he decided to take a look back at the people that was climbing in. Grimacing as he looked at all of them…this was the “fighting force” headed to help during the riot?…

Stuck in some party boat with people who look as green as my mother’s food…just great…

Red had a really bad feeling about this, but most of it had no comparison with the disgust he felt at the pit of his stomach. They were on a party boat, they were basicly throwing some sort of party here with beer and such while people was actually dieing on the field trying to hold the prison, and to top it off everyone seemed so relaxed that it got Red on his nerves, clearly causing his fur to raise as the inner guardian within him asked himself if most people outside of his home behaved like this in the face of danger. This was meant to be a serious mission but a part of him felt that this whole thing was being taken like a joke…

Just relax…go grab a bite…practice a little…relax…

He got into the buffet area, searching for some food to relax his stomach as he went straight for the meat…something that caused many people to just give him curious looks, given that they were watching a carnivore in the fur of a humanoid rabbit, and for a moment things remained well…he even managed to feel some interesting powers around. But his relaxation was cut short by a certain male who he had his back turned to. His ears twitched as he turned around and watching as he pulled out those condoms and then began telling his jokes and going after the ladies

You have to be kidding me…

Red’s fur seemed to turn into needles as he just glared with his crimson orbs towards this male. Here they were, about to go into a mission that might take the lives of half of the people on this boat and this guy suddenly felt like drinks and some quick sex with the ladies on the boat might be a good idea. Anybody would have laughed…maybe sighed or look away…Red felt clearly offended, showed he was clearly offended by this behavior…it was ridiculous, wasn’t this a mission of sorts? Didn’t this people had any sort of discipline. He just shot his arms into the air, clearly annoyed as he just growled under his breath

I’m surrounded by idiots!

He spoke loud enough to be heard, receiving some nasty looks from some people that he just returned with such hostility that some people looked visibly shaken. He had a long day, a longer night, and he had to put up with too much on a daily basis and now this, the bunny was way too grumpy so he retreated towards a place where he would be free from both this people and his own annoyance. He was going outside to shadow box until they arrived, or else he was sure that he was going to punch someone so hard they would crash into the after line at mach 8

The ones causing trouble at Hellgate better be good…because I’m really itching to turn something into red pudding by now

 

Kiri:

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Floor Host: “Enjoy your drinks my friends, things will get risky for everyone when we arrive, so have fun; today’s drink may just be your last. We can never know what fate has in store for us, however we can always live without regrets. Cheers, to all of you, for doing this for your country, families, and nation~!”

The male had spoken only with the purpose of warning the men and women who had decided to go on this voyage that the path ahead would be difficult and would warrant possible death. How they took it was their choice, however he meant well and the smile on his face proved it.


Kasumi had been listening to everyone and everything while she was dealing with Grant, but the last straw came with his joke with the condom AND the girls. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh he’d done it now. Kasumi froze, her form slowly hunching as she tensed up every muscle in her back and shoulders in anger. The Kitsune was not happy at all with that, the only thing that would’ve been obvious to Grant was the ominous tone in her voice as she spoke to him quietly.

“Grant….. do you know what I did with Hirai Hime so I can shove it down your throat?!”

Kasumi was just about to lunge at Grant then too, till she heard a voice mention idiots. There was one problem with his voice that ticked her off to a point that made her Jaki leak out for anyone with an ability to see spiritually connected abilities to see. The humans with weaker wills around Kasumi, oh they began to act crazier too then as well, which is the biggest effect of the Jaki of Yokai. But right now, the fiery wind-like aura that shifted around her form was enough to tell she was now agitated and hiding her strength was out the window, it was easy to see in her now, and it was overbearing for those who didn’t have the physical ability nor spiritual ability to match the five-tail Kitsune; who was already abnormally powerful. She wasn’t even exerting her Fire Fear though, which is what made her so curious.

“OI! I’m no fool, unlike this dumbass fucker I call my companion!”

Kasumi wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t looking to fight…. yet.

 

 

 

The Captain and Xzilia.

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

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