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

The Battle Babes of Greed.

Kiri:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

 

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

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

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

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Masumi Miyazaki: “Just… no.”

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

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“Thor’s Cannon!”

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

Dessy:

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

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

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Matt:

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kiri:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dessy:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

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

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

Matt:
Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kiri:

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

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

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

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

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

Razor:

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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

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

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

“Carroll, Lewis…Alice in Wonderland.”

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Down the Rabbit hole – The Greed Kingdom : PD.

In the Princess diaries series, we go back to Greed.  The Homecoming was the last chapter, and now the world of imagination and wonder has entered the Kingdom of Greed with disastrous consequences for Mariela and her kin.

Razorbackwriter:
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Oh what strange things were occurring. The Jabberwocky had not been the only creature to arrive via the mirror. The red and black army was well before the beast but before that, there had been a rolling mist that had seeped and crept its way through the ballroom, and up the stairs. With all the excitement of the arrival of the lighting girl, and the battle that had begun, there was the setting for a wonderful distraction, that had very serious implications. Lavinia had asked if anything strange had been happening at Greed. Little did the new Princess know, that this was only the beginning. Words echoed by Esme, the apprentice to Lavinia and probably the only witch that Mariela could really count on. Pity that Mariela left before getting to speak with Esme further, it may well have served her to have done so.

So many things were happening at once, it was hard to keep track, but if we were to go to Mariela and her ever faithful Scar she had begun to issue orders. First, to a guard. Telling him to throw a shield for the lightning girl to catch and be used as defense against the Jabberwocky, who was now getting seriously pissed off with the little warrior.

“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.”

As much as Scar wanted to do her bidding, he couldn’t help but feeling that he should stay by her side. He could just feel that this was not going to end well, and while he wasn’t a great warrior like Miss Zippity Zap with the spear, that he would give his all if he was called to do so. Instead he could only nod in response that he understood what he had to do. Taking a last look at the scene, he ran out of the ballroom, where he was to see Alice talking to a floating cheshire cat’s head…..Yes…a floating head. Scar blinked at the sight, and when he reached Alice’s side, she quickly grabbed his hand.

“The cat knows a place where it is safe for Mariela’s family.”

“That cat? Oh come on!” Scar didn’t trust the beaming feline with his life, let alone that of Mariela’s family. The cat twirled its head around till it was upside down. It didn’t belong in Greed at all, it belonged in Wonderland. “What is that cat doing here anyways?”

“Oh…Hatter, I knew the Jabberwocky was coming for Miss Alice and I came to rescue her. But…I can save you all too. Just follow me.” It said with a cheeky voice. But then, another voice was heard.

“Don’t listen to him! It’s a trap! Follow me, Hatter, Alice….People.” The white rabbit in the waist coat and holding a time piece in his hand looked up at them pleading.

“Time is all over the place. We must hurry. Come…come.” In a trice, the rabbit took off down the hall, hopping this way and that before reaching a door, that suddenly burst open. “In here….this way!” The rabbit bounded inside, and Alice pulled on Scar’s hand. “Then we follow the rabbit.” She blew a raspberry at the cat, who just popped out from sight leaving behind a trail of sparkling dust and a titter of laughter.

As Alice pulled Scar along, he grabbed Tessa’s hand, and urged the boys to link together, to keep them altogether. Once they reached the doorway, Alice was first to go through….then Scar….as each was pulled in, a violent force sucked the three remaining into the room…..and then the door slammed shut!

At that precise moment, the mirror that was in the ballroom, exploded…..sending shattering pieces of glass in all directions. This meant one horrible thing. The Jabberwocky could not be sent back….and others were now lost…..to Wonderland.

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Who was….the White Rabbit?

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(TC – Wonderland : Alice, Scar, Tessa, Sam and Sean)

Down in the armory, Suda was busy working on crafting a new type of battle axe, when he heard the scream of Mariela, singing out for the sword that Mammon last wielded in battle. When she appeared, you could see that she was very much in need of it, for with the roars that were now filtering down from the ballroom, Suda knew that it was time for the Princess of Greed to be prepared for her first real test.

 

The blackened faced dwarf took up a cloth to wipe his hands, and bowed before the Princess, who looked to be in a real hurry. “Nice of you to finally pop down and introduce yourself, your Highness.” this was said with a deep and raspy voice, as he then went to wiggle a finger in his ear, before smacking his lips and musing about where he kept the sword.“Ah yes….Lydia wanted it polished. I have it here.” Turning around he went to a display case and undid the lock, before lifting the glass top. He brought out the most magnificent looking sword you had ever seen. ‘Isn’t she a beaut? Crafted by the dark elves…and carries many souls of those that died in battle. Be careful with it though. It’s call is painful….especially to your enemy.” Suda presented the sword to the Princess with a flourished bow, before standing upright again. “Won’t you be needing armor?” he asked. “A helmet? Maybe a shield?” He had many to chose from, some were even her size. “I took precautions of making you something, just for this sort of occasion.” Walking over to what looked to be something Mariela’s height, Suda whipped off the red velvet cloth to reveal a highly polished silver looking suit, complete with helmet, and gauntlets…boots too.

“Isn’t it splendid?” All she needed to do was try it on.

Up in the ballroom, the Jabberwocky was taking in a deep breath before releasing another blast of the purplish coloured energy at the young warrior. The girl had started to use some funky new power, associated with her viking heritage, or at least that was how it looked. Rising up again to slam the Jabberwocky’s head down to the floor with a sickening crunch, but as she went to flip away, the beast reared and spun 90 degrees, its tail swinging out with full force to knock the electric sprite right off her feet, right as she was shouting at him with all the ferocity of Valhalla. Spinning back the opposite way, it cracked it’s jaw, before it started a tirade of abuse.

“I’m going to make you cook and eat your own BUTTOCKS!” This was of course followed by yet another fiery purple blast, enough to singe her fringe.

~RB~

Kiri:

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Thank God for the help of the Princess and her guards, with one of them throwing a shield at her she reached up and caught it, just in time to fit her arms in the straps as she did so and spin around; catching the full force of the tail as she landed and roared out at him. She was thrown a good several feet, but her intention to piss off the beast definitely worked wonders considering his response. She barely pushed herself up on one knee long enough to take the fiery blast of purple energy on the shield, letting it raze about around her as she growled under her breath. She waited till the exact moment before it stopped, then she dropped the damn shield and stood up in full, giving a cocky little smirk as she raised up one hand and brilliant lightning coursed around her.

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“Oh forget killing you, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

That was her response to his little tirade, now it was her turn to return the favor in full; switching to her spear, she picked up the shield again and wreathed her body in lightning once more as she charged forwards with a crack of thunder.

“Thundering Dash!”

Within a second she was inches from the beast’s nose, but she didn’t stay there, flashing around him she wreathed the spear itself in a large amount of lightning as she thrust at blinding speeds that were nearly impossible to follow. These would have felt like wasp stings to the beast, but of course they weren’t intended to kill, their real effect would be realized to the Jabberwocky when he was unable to move properly. In fact, once the barrage had ended, the amount of electrical energy that would have been in his body would have made his muscles convulse and seize up to the point he wouldn’t be able to even so much as shift a talon. With her standing in front of him with a slightly… unnerving smile as she decided to speak slowly but surely. Her actions during that moment were creepy too, if you had known anything about the curse at all, you might have thought that those were just her suppressed emotions coming to the fore; in a way those people were right, everyone had an inner sadist, without control of the power that mentality leaked through on occasion… this was one of those times as she dropped her shield and called on her sword instead. Lifting it slightly as she spoke with some very chilling actions that would probably make the guards shiver with chills going down their spines.

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“Well then, time to play.~ How should I break you first?~”

Dessy:
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Mariela seriously hoped that her brothers and Tessa made it out fine. As well as Alice and Scar. She had no clue that they went into the mirror, or that they were in Wonderland. All she told them was to get to safety. Where they went? She had no clue. But right now, she was in a desperate need to find this sword, and end the Jabberwocky. Hearing Suda talk, Mariela turned her head. “Yeah, yeah. I should’ve introduced myself sooner. But I haven’t had a ten second break since I killed Lydia. Apologies.” she said, looking around again.

Mariela turned to face him and walked over to where he went to a display case. She watched him pull out the sword, before he turned to face her, holding the sword out and giving a bow. Mariela reached out to grab the handle, holding it in her hand and turning it. “Hm.” she said in thought, running her figners over the blade. She turned to face him when he mentioend armor.

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“Armor?” she then asked, before following him where a plate of armor was standing. “That might be useful.” she said. She turned and placed the sword on a nearby table, as well as the stone tablet, before turning back to the dwarf and armor. “Hand it over. I wanna try it on.” she then said. Did this armor have special properties? She didn’t know. But she knew the armor would actually be a bit of a good thing right now. Especially with the Jabberwocky.

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

If it was one thing to be noted about the blacksmith dwarf, it was the pride he took in his creations. Not just able to bend certain metals beyond their normal capabilities and resistance, he was also charmed to generate powers within the metals, or to enforce the wearer’s power therein. Mariela was in a hurry, sure – but she was new to all this side of being a royal and a warrior of heart. She had proved her worth against the likes of Lydia, but done so without the need for special protection. The time had come however for her to step up to the plate and be equipped properly for what dangers lay ahead, namely a rather angry Jabberwocky that was now destroying the newly refurbished ballroom.

“Armor?”

“Aye…armor, the likes that be fitting for a woman of your stature.” It was not like Suda had to do whole sales pitch. Everything he made was for either the reigning monarch or the army which served under them. Loyal to Greed till the end.

“That might be useful.”

Hearing the din coming from above, with the odd tremor and some grit and dust falling from the ceiling due to the fight currently going on, the dwarf rolled his eyes.

“Might? Bloody will, I say.” Suda confirmed, showing the suit to the girl, while she set down the tablet and the sword that she had already been given.

“This suit….is enchanted, M’lady. Think of it as a power booster for your magics. Say…like you inherited Lydia’s fire power, yes? Well, this suit here….this is like an amplifier…the bass to your killer beat.” Suda was emphasizing this with his hands. “When the helmet is fitted on your head, it locks on and engages a protective aura right around you. it lessens the affect of say…a fire attack, and you can still cast your own spells and magic from within. I know witches don’t normally get about like a Knight…but then again, you aren’t no ordinary witch, are ya?” Suda handed over the suit for her to try on, even though time was of the essence.

“Think of this…as an enchanted exoskeleton.” Smiling he offered her the gauntlets. “Heh, any beast will soil himself and turn tail when he gets a load of you, M’lady.”

While the metal appeared to be lightweight, it was incredible strong and flexible, allowing freedom of movement. You could say that this was well ahead of its time. A glorious tribute to the new Princess of Greed.

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Suda folded his arms and waited for the Princess to try the armor on. No doubt she was going to look spectacular.

Meanwhile….in the ballroom.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

Oh that tricky little lightning bitch. She was a girl that was wickedly fast, insanely so. Able to speed her way around the Jabberwocky before he could even turn his head and shower her with more blasts of the same purplish energy. He did however roar loudly in protest when the spear struck him again and again, each time like it was a very sharp electric cattle prod. He was no cow! Dare she treat him with such disrespect. At the end of it, yes he was finding his muscles were seizing and locking, convulsing in pain – oh but this pain fueled the inner fires that burned in a place that she found herself staring into. What gaul to assume that the Jabberwocky relied on size and of course his energy blasts. There was more to this creature than met the eye. A flash and he watched the girl who now proclaimed;

“Well then, time to play.~ How should I break you first?~”

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“After I roast you like a marshmallow, it’ll be me breaking you!” From his eyes there was the glowing fire like embers that burned hotter than the sun. In a trice he fired what was known as a Heat eye beam blast. It was enough to not only char his victims but burn off their skin. The Jabberwocky was a master of this power, and while he was confined in the binding of electrical energy, his eyes were not part of that. The trick to the beam was also that it was able to bend and warp and follow the direction of movement of his target -ie…the cheeky lightning bitch.

~RB~

 

The Witches Circle – Helter Skelter : PD

Continuing from the Intro of The Witches Circle.  Fantasy RP.

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

This was not the first time that he had intruded there, nor the first time he have dealt with the witches and warlocks of this world. If anything he still stood as some sort of ally of their, given that so long ago he gave up his own life to suffer under the hands of those who decided to give death to one of their own kind. Years of torture, years of silence…all to defend the life of a little girl that weilded power over magic. Maybe it was the only reason why they did not saw him as an hostile, maybe that’s why he took the liberty of coming here aside from the fact that his job demanded it…

…control!!

His chaotic energy would be a dead give away that he was here, in the end no other undead weilded that power and nobody was so horrible at keeping it concealed when it came to teleportation. He always used more power than he should or so many said, but it was because that power had a nature of it’s own. It was wild, unpredictable, and at times unwilling to cooperate with Grey unless he twisted it’s will, and usually when he did things just went south for him later on. Take for instance the lack of a proper battle, wich would have made his inner chaos quite happy. Well…that was the reason why instead of appearing on the ground like he should, Him, Sayaka, and the motorcycle all appeard quite high above the ground

What the…oh come on!

Normally the motorcycle would be the first one he would try to save from the fall, but sadly for his favourite vehicle in the last three decades, Sayaka was actually worth more and he couldn’t just let her become crushed flesh into the ground, no matter how much his motorcycle would suffer for it. So he kicked the bike off, painfully because he had a few bottles of tequila hidden within it, as he pulled Sayaka towards him as he held her body in his arms while he fell down towards the ground. At this point despite he knew his body was resistant, he tried to recall the advice he was given last time he fell from this distance…

Ok…bend your knees…relax your body and-

A loud crashing sound came as soon as his legs finally made contact with the ground, as he felt how despite they did not broke or took any severe damage the pain from the fall still made it’s way from his feet to his head. He bit his tongue not to curse with all his might, as he still held Sayaka in his arms for a moment as he heard how a tree and gravity teamed up to basicly make a wreck out of his dear motorcycle. By now his eye twitched, as he really hoped that this girl was worth all the trouble he went through…because if he did not gained enough to get a new motorcycle, heads were going to roll

At least that guy ended up with the most severe case of blue balls in history…heh

He grinned, saying a set of words that the old priest would have never dreamt of saying but that Grey just grinned at, feeling like that was payment enough. In all honestly he did had anything really that big against the Princes, but more like something against their title, against the fact that their position reminded him of someone that long ago became his first victim. No gods, no kings, only man, or woman if you wanted to get technical but the point still stood, anyone who sat on a throne was a possible target for Grey to mess with, and a second option for his jobs unless he needed the money. But for now he did not worried about that, he just stood straight, looking down at Sayaka and considering what he could do…in the end…if nobody saw he could blame any actions he took on her body on Beel but…he rather not tempt his luck, the last thing he needed was a witch or a warlock to caught him with his hands where they did not belonged, it could affect his payment. So he just looked around, wondering where he was supposed to meet his contact

Zetta:

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A loud thud sounded right along with the boy and the princess, the one and only Prince of Gluttony had arrived as well. Ported along with the two individuals, they through chaos energy, the other not so expected. His heftiness had fallen too, creating a small quake in the ground, if the third intruder’s leg had been suffering a sting of a pain from this fall. Then the quake would have put him on his ass. All the while, Beel still held Sayaka’s body in the same manner in which they had all been moved.. His target had yet to notice him too, leaving Beelzebub to grin widely at this new development. The boy sounded confident that he had pulled a number on the prince, but he would find that his hopes were dashed away in just a few seconds. His left-hand was moving to grab the boy’s face whole, with an obviously powerful grip as he was caught up in looking at Sayaka.

“Were you trying to take my food away from me?” Had he not known that this was the princess in his arms? Beelzebub got whatever he wanted, and he would show the boy this now. “Your energy tasted so good.” He had gotten a good taste of it, as he had assimilated just about all of the energy the princess had in her form he was nearly as powerful as two princes combined into one currently.. Though it was only temporary as he did not eat her body completely, he would be like this for quite sometime…

Hino:

The Witches Circle.
What Sayaka had no knowledge of as she came through the teleportation was what was happening to everyone, what was going on in the Witches Circle and the fact that she was even there in the Witches Circle; she had no way of knowing about everything that Beel had done to her, and that was probably a good thing that she didn’t, as she would have killed herself immediately. However, what Beel didn’t know, and COULD NEVER KNOW was that the Chaotic Energy had separated her soul from her body, and so she was now watching the scene without a real way of seeing… more of a sensing… and so she moved straight for the closest vessel near her, and what she next saw was… the fact that her entire being had latched itself to her own savior!

Sayaka immediately took on an astral body that only Grey would see, Beel could have her body… for all she cared he could have that, now that she was attached to Grey though… that meant that she could never again detach unless she had the help of a Necromancer of sorts. Where were they though? Kat would be able to see her… but only because cats had such a keen connection to the spiritual world. How would she react? Sayaka couldn’t tell, but she seemed to be blazing with a blue flame and had a completely different form.. only Kat would be able to tell who she was for sure now. It was sad.. the great Princess of Wrath reduced to being the astral body connected to another.

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Razorbackwriter:

 

The Witches Circle.

The lands of Dyre were greater in size than those of Hell could have possibly imagined. Like a country within it’s own right, it had four points, each represented the seasons. The North being mountainous and much of it was covered in ice and snow, the South was a tropical feast of beauty and nature – abundant in wildlife and fauna. The West were the sand planes and the desert, where scorching wind blew vast dunes across thousands of miles. The East was where few would venture. Known simply as the dark lands, it was where many went to die and where the darkest of magic did rule. But from all over Dyre the witches and warlocks were coming. Lavinia had called a meeting of the Elders for there was a great disturbance in all things magical. Time was being tested, and thus it needed to be discussed amongst the leaders of Witchdom.

Already Lavinia was making her way with Kat along the cobble stoned path accompanied by Katrina, who had ventured to the Witches circle to pass on new information about the latest Princess of Wrath – Sayaka. Linked arm in arm, the two friends were whispering to each other with the Dark one practically skipping along behind them. He was rubbing his hands together as his own terrible schemes and plots were starting to come to fruition. Little did Lavinia nor the other elders know about what had happened at Hell’s Kitchen, nor the deal for the right hand of doom with the Prince of Gluttony. These were things that the Dark one would reveal as it suited his purpose.

Marguerite was still in a lather about Raul and of course, seeing Kat at Lavinia’s made her all the more annoyed. She swept along behind the Dark one, her eyes glowering with contempt, and when her time came to speak, Marguerite was not going to be holding back. Overhead, the steady lines of witches and warlocks continued, as up ahead some were coming in to land just before reaching the clearing, where the circle had stood for as long as anyone could remember. Already the whispers of the ancestors was in the wind, and those voices were not speaking favorably. If one bothered to pay attention to them, they were trying to alert those on their way of impending danger.

Esme was the last to leave the cottage, and was just locking the front door, when the earth tremored as though it had been struck by an earth quake. Everything shook and even some of the roof shingles started to fall off. The walls cracking in amongst the mud bricks. Startled, Esme turned on her heel and looked about to see that she had been left behind by the Elders.

“What’s happening?” She cried aloud, not sensing that this was caused by magic, but by a great force striking the very earth. Leaving Lavinia’s house in a hurry, she raced down to the smaller cottages in search of Oridin. A wanderer that she had found in the weeks before now, she knew that he had not been called upon by Lavinia for the meeting of the Elders, but she liked to help him whenever she could. Now, with the unexpected earth tremor, and everyone having left for the circle, the girl feared something was horribly wrong, and sought to find the young man and warn him.

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Coming up to his small cottage, Esme banged on the door.

“Oridin?…Oridin? Did you feel the earth shake? Oridin? Something’s happening!” Her voice was in a panic, and she quickly looked around if there were others that needed to be brought out of their homes.

Getting closer to the Witches circle, all of those that had either landed, or was now coming out into the clearing felt the massive earth tremor, and with Lavinia and Kat out in front, they were the first to see the ones that had brought themselves to Witches Circle uninvited.

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A massive beast of a man, that was holding onto what looked to be the body of a woman. From the air, witches were landing along with warlocks, and they were as surprised to see the trio as the Elders that came on foot. The Dark One appeared at the side of Lavinia and when his eyes clapped on the sight of Beel, he burst out laughing.

“He had more on his plate….than I had anticipated. Ehehehehe. Brought dinner with him too. Who knew he had time….for a snack.” The Dark one had not encountered Sayaka before, but it was at that moment that Kat let out a shriek of horror. The beast like demonic figure who she hadn’t identified as Beel was holding her Mistress. Sayaka of Wrath.

Lavinia was more than annoyed now. These three had broken the sanctity of the Witches Circle. You could not just enter such a place uninvited. Her head turned to both the Dark one and Kat as the pair spoke of what they saw before them. The Dark one knowing full well who it was. Well, the big one anyways.

“What is the meaning of this….outrage?’ Her voice had a shrill tone, that echoed amongst the trees, the Elders all silencing, except for Marguerite who always spoke out of turn. “What a disgusting blob.” She was speaking of Beel, and this only brought more laughter from Shamus. “Oh you have a way with words, Marguerite. Be careful he doesn’t eat your tongue.” He wiggled his fingers at Marguerite, who turned her nose up at him. “Hmmph!” By now the witches and warlocks were creating a circle of their own around the trio, when Kat stepped forward bravely. From where Kat stood, it looked like Sayaka was dead.

“It’s…the Princess of Wrath. She…she was alive when I left her.”

“THAT’S…SAYAKA?” The Dark one asked, pointing a bony finger at the girl, before slapping his knee. “I said bring the Heart of Pride….not the fiery remains of Wrath.” Even the Dark one didn’t see this coming. Lavinia was still wanting to know who the overgrown beast man was. It was clear that the Dark one knew. She reached for Shamus by the scruff of the neck, and growled. “Who is that?” Giving him a good shake before dropping him in the dust. The Dark one shrugged his shoulders, and then said with a little chuckle. “The…uhm….Prince of Gluttony. Can’t you tell? Look…he’s wearing the right hand of….”

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It was then that the penny dropped for Lavinia. The right hand of doom was linked to the time piece. The hour glass. Now it was all starting to make sense, except for the fact that he was holding onto what appeared to be the body of the Princess of Wrath. None of them knew who Grey was, but it was clear from the look on Beel’s face that the pair were not friends.

“….Doom. Shamus, you son of a bitch. This was all YOUR fault.” The Queen of Witches finished Shamus’s sentence for him. Lavinia seemed to be more worried about the fact that the deal had started the time piece, rather than the fact that one of the royals of Hell could be dead. Shamus’s jaw fell open wide. He started to gesture crazily towards Beel and the woman he was holding.

“My fault?! I didn’t tell him to go kill Sayaka, now did I?’

“YOU ACTIVATED THE HOURGLASS!” She roared back, the look on Lavinia’s face changing as a more menacing one was coming to the fore. “YOU’VE THROWN EVERYTHING OUT OF KILTER…MY GOD!” On the ground, there was a glowing symbol appearing, rising up from between the stones and the grass. It was like the earth was giving up something, but what?

“No such thing as a perfect world, dearie.’ The Dark one was truly enjoying the show, even if it did make Laviina furious with rage. Oh how he had been waiting for a moment like this. It had been a long time since he had seen the Queen of all witches in her true form. He knew it would take something…cataclysmic to bring her back.

Katrina hesitantly started to approach Beel, her eyes tearful till she felt something. Like when someone walks over your grave. Her hair blew about her gently, and there was this scent that she couldn’t get out of her head.

“Sayaka….?”

Was the Princess of Wrath dead?

 

~RB~

Tourist District : Central Square – Shattered Dimensions.

Tourist District : Central Square

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– The Daily life of all commuters would be interrupted by the sudden descent of a meteor which landed without warning ; crashing into three buildings before tearing into the street itself and killing numerous civilians . What a sad fate for those unlucky to have gotten in the way of something that had happened without notice. The area where the comet had landed released large amounts of steam , and slowly small waves of troops began to file out from within the steam. One in particular stood above the rest ; most likely their commanding officer of a sort , or maybe something much worse. –

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? ? ? :” ….. Initiating Scan. Scan complete ; Initiating Terraforming process. Commence Eradication of local lifeforms. ”

– The only audible sounds from that moment on were the various screams coming from the civilians as they attempted to run away from the Beings that rose from the comet . The Leader had a similar purple mark akin to those who wielded a Shattered Item , but what was this ? What was the connection ? What came next from the robotic being was odd , seemingly breaking his dialect to a more direct and humane one.-

? ? ? : ” I wonder ……… who’ll come ; those drawn to the darkness. ”

Sieg:
Piloting Freedom Wings all the way to this area did not proved much of a challenge for the android in the cockpit, if anything it gave Aiden time to scan it’s systems better and be able to understand them and get used to them, not to mention the fact that as bad as this sounded, he did enjoyed the flight. He smiled to himself, finding it actually quite true what Oberon said about him…three centuries have gone by, and if anything he still behaved like a child, something he did not knew if to find pathetic or actually a good thing. But he couldn’t help it, this was who he was, and he would be damned if he tried to change now.

And there it is…

He spotted the destruction being caused from afar, zooming in as he flew towards the target with each rifle ready on the hands of the mecha as he began looking at all the assortment of weapons he had at hand. A nice asset of energy weapons, a nice amount of battery to spend…and a lot of invading machines on sight to use them for. True, it sounded bad that an android was going to go after other machines, but this was a self defense act. This was their planet, and Aiden was not letting not even this street on their hands if he could help it

Initiating air strike now

He sped up, regulating the power from the energy rifles he carried to cause as little damage to the street and surrounding structures and the most possible to the invading machines and once he was close enough…he fired upon them while also flying above them at high speed on random patterns. He knew this was not the most effective way to get rid of them, in the end if he knew this behemoth he controlled right now had enough firepower to erase an around of five blocks around this area if not more, included this things, but he needed to protect the people and to do so, he wanted them all to notice him. And as for the random patterns? Well, he wanted them to have a harder time predicting his movement pattern. Still just in case he kept his and the mecha’s sensors and dodging protocols active, if they fired back, he would make sure they had one hell of a time hitting him in time

Fu:
Tourist District : Central Square

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– The swarm were continously spreading outwards, some of them getting shot down by the Mecha that had appeared ; as if it was a Saviour of the people . The Robots would take only a few casualties until they decided that the being shooting at them was a threat that needed removing. Their squadron leader would send out orders instantly. –

Swarm Captain : ” Remove the threat with haste. ”

– The Captain ; an Android that had been the most unique was distinguished for his prowess and tactical reasoning to be given such a differentiation ; appeared to the Leader of the Invasion who had stood at the center of the crater still . The male bowed to him and would then speak –

Swarm Captain : ” Shall we press further into other districts ; Master Yami ? ”

– The Robotic Being simply stood there silently as he observed the attacks and evasive maneuvers done by the Winged Mecha . It would seem as if he himself wasn’t all that thrilled by the appearance of the being , but it could be certain that he didn’t find it important enough or interesting enough to do something personally. –

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Yami.EXE ” The Being who glides through the sky ; doesn’t hold the false light that I seek . Get rid of it. ”

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Swarm Captain : ” As You wish. ”

– The Purple-haired Android began to fly upwards onto the highest building , doing so while hidden by the over thickening clouds of smoke and bullets flying through the air covered his trail. Upon arriving at the top he would then watch the Mecha fly around more as it continued to dwindle their numbers. The Captain’s back began to sprout six budding sticks, as if he was growing something.-

Swarm Captain : ” Come here……. White Angel. I’ll be your opponent. ”

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Name : Swarm Captain

Race : Android

Power : Android Transcendancy

Age : ? ?

Danger Level : Parameters Unknown

Sieg:

Aiden strategy worked as he managed to force the enemy to notice his presence and even took down a few enemies in the process, that despite not being enough to cause a significant damage had been enough to finally get the attention he sought and the data he required to modify the power output on the rifles as well taking in that maybe damaging the city a little as well as the street wouldn’t be so bad in the grand scheme of things. So he did just that, firing stronger shots, calculating the right amount of energy and aiming to taken down larger masses of the enemy while he still kept Freedom Wings up in the air

I’m taking them down but I might require aid in this Oberon…I will send you what I scanned, hopefully it will be of some use for you

Aiden still communicated with the mechanic through the mecha, having his currently his mine divided into analyzing the data and taking down this machines, while of course the remaining attention he had was on his sensors as he tried to pick anything unusual around the area…something that happened quicker than he imagined. Out of this machines, he managed to pick up two distinctive signals…signals powerful enough to be able to give his sensors signals that he wanted to believe were wrong, due to the amazing levels of powers they had. It made him consider two things, the first one that the appearance of this powerful beings was no joke, something bigger was going on here…and the other? Well…he needed to seriously upgrade his sensors to be able to measure much stronger powers

Just what I needed…

Holding a fight with an individual while also trying to force this creatures back would be no easy task, for a normal pilot anyways, which is why Aiden was thankful that he had his systems synchronized with the ones from the mecha in case this happened. So he sighed, as he noticed how out of this powerful beings, one decided to distance itself a bit from the battlefield to get into a higher position, something that called the android’s attention as he just decided to put in practice what he prepared with when he got here. He was sure he could pull this off…but still…despite that he was still nervous

Ok…I’m about to pull off not one, not two, but three stunts after what happened at Hellgate…and I don’t even know if they will work…yeah…just great…I’m officially insane

Aiden breathed in deeply, as he released the controls and linked himself to the mecha to be able to control it remotely, as the cockpit opened for a second, allowing him to climb off as he stood on top of one of the energy rifles, bracing himself as the machine threw him towards the roof and went back to what it was doing before, trying to destroy this machines, as he Android moved across the air until he landed, kneeling and rather hard, on the same roof as the powerful machine he was able to detect before. Aiden had to admit the method he used to get up here perhaps wasn’t the best but then again…it was effective

So…you must be one of the people in command on this attack…

The android had no trouble referring to the other as a person rather than a thing, mainly because he was before and equal and by the looks of it, a rather powerful and if his hopes were in the right place, one that perhaps shared the same intellect as him, or at least something that resembled. So he stood up, turning around to look at his adversary in the eyes, with those very eyes of his that seemed to belong more to a human than to a machine, eyes that right now seeked within the other some sort of compassion, or sadness over this…anything remotely humane as some sort of hope that he did not had to destroy another machine because of a malfunction

Why are this forces attacking the District? What is your people seeking?

Fu:
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Swarm Captain : ” Yes. I am. I didn’t realize , you were an android . You poor thing , why are you fighting us ? Eh. Who am I kidding , you must be programmed by humanity to work for them and only them . I’ll put an end to your pitiful existence and remake you from your charred remains. ”

– The Captain materialized several gems ; all glowing a different color . What were they however ? One with a Robotic body would be able to tell that they were actually energy cores. The poles on his back would all glow one of the colors akin to the gems themselves ; what this meant was unknown at this time but would soon come to light at a later point . The Captain quickly charged at the Male in an attempt to roundhouse kick him from his left side with enough force to send him flying off the building itself and into the burning city below if it did connect. –

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– The Building itself however began to slowly shake , as if it was losing it firm foundation and be sent crumbling itself . It would be assumed that this building would cave in at any point , so how long will this fight go until the elements itself gave this fight a conclusion ? –

Sieg:
Excuse me?…

If anything, Aiden was known for being rather kind, patient, and above all somebody who despite all the insults you might say and people’s general dislike of machines such as himself, would never really blow off. But if there was something that offended him, something that basicly made the nasty side of him to come out was things such as that. It’s true, he did not had blood, he would never have children or be able to truly feel the process which create them, maybe would spend eternity alone and most likely people would always see him as they saw a toaster or a computer…but despite that, despite not even having a soul or a beating heart…he allowed nobody, not a single person, to question his free will. He was not programmed to follow anyone’s orders, he did not allowed that to happened, he might have been made with that in mind but he did not allowed people to bend him over to their will, and to have this android mock him in such a way…if he had nerves, this surely would have struck one

If I do this…if I come here and fight you…

He took a quick glance, analyzing his target, taking notice of the many advanced cores it had with him as well as the poles on his back that seemed to be charged on this moment by this very cores. He also saw how he moved forward, and measured the possible strength of his attack…and just as it happened in Hellgate he was against an enemy who was physically superior. But this time he had the upper hand in something, he was upgraded…and any doubts he had before vanished by the words this android said before. So he glared at him, his anger not explosive like the ones from others but focused, focused on the task of defeating this machine just to move on to stop this invasion. So he remained there, in a sight crouching position as he awaited for the very last second to move under his opponent’s leg, as he focused his next attack not on his body, but on the back of his knee. Androids or not, they shared certain similarities with their human counterparts…and that was the fact that on certain joints the armor was thinner and also a bit weaker…and this would be the point where he would focus

It’s on my own free will

He launched a single hit towards the back of his opponents knee, reaching out with his other hand to be able to get a hold of it and hold his leg in place so perhaps, if he pushed with enough force he would manage to break it off or at least damage something when combined with the attack he was doing right now. It all depended on his punch directed to this area now, a punch he launched at full force and speed hoping that he would be fast enough to don’t allow the opponent’s body to react even if he registered it with his systems. In the end he wasn’t a fool, if anything his power and armor were better, so if he intended to be victorious he had to use a different strategy than the usual. And if things went well, he might be able to damage him enough to force him to retreat, in the end insult or not he still did not planned on taking a life…even if it was from this machine

Fu:
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Swarm Captain : ” Beings like us should stick together then. But if this is your answer then so be it I won’t hesitate . ”

– The Captain didn’t seem fazed by being hit at the back of his knee; a weak spot which would normally be exploited but instead would only cause the Captain to grow stiff in place and instead bring his foot down onto the ground ; pushing the fist back to the male’s side as the foot had went into critical recovery . The Captain’s hand began to spin in place as if it had a drilling mechanic ; meant to pierce armor : He would then bring the spinning hand down onto the male with great speed , intending on piercing his shoulder and if this was to miss the hand would instead pierce the ground and with the crumbling building it would cause the ground to lose it’s fortitude in the process. Anymore attacks of that caliber would cause it to crumble and send them to the floor below. –

Sieg:
Stick together? For what? To give people more reasons to distrust and hate us?

Aiden perhaps was overdoing it a little, but there was quite the amount of people that seemed to have a natural dislike for androids, in fact some of them had a justified reason to give them nasty looks they gave them. Take the Rabbots for instance, that race was nearly drove to become no more than a mere memory in their home world so Aiden understood if he saw one on the street and it gave him that sort of strange look. But this…this only gave voice to the extremists of that kind…one way or another there was going to be damage for Aiden’s kind…and this other Android comes and says that. Well, if this is what sticking together caused, he preferred to remain alone among organics

And you haven’t answered me yet…what is the reason behind this attack?, What do you gain from attacking innocents?

Aiden kept forcing his fist to remain where it was, pushing back against his opponent leg for a moment before he noticed what he tried to do as soon as his hand began to spin like a drill and head for his shoulder, an smart move considering that the thickness of Aiden’s armor was not the same as before to the upgrades Oberon gave him. Still, he wasn’t going to let him get away with it, but given the position he was that would have been hard. If he kept pushing, he might be able to remove a limb from his enemy but in exchange he would take critical damage if not lose one himself. It was then that he had an idea, and in the span of time that it took his enemy’s strike to close up to him he already thought of an idea, and given that he enjoyed his new arm…he released the enemy and jumped back, taking some light damage to the shoulder because despite not fully connecting, he managed to scratch off some paint and a bit of metal from that area

Enemy too strong…lacking any physical stimuli sensors…armor thicker than expected…

He focused, his nanites shooting off an forming an energy wall that floated behind him as Aiden laid his feet on it just to don’t fall down towards the ground. In his mind everything moved at incredible speed, as his sensors scanned his surroundings, his enemy. He knew a direct attack would be pointless, but he had the speed…he was lighter, more agile, he just needed him to take a greater damage. It was then that he saw it, that he saw the damage the floor took, and it was when his enemy cores came to his mind. He recalled Hellgate and it was when the gears in his head kicked in

Uhm…elemental my dear me…heh…

Aiden jumped from his current position, launching himself at full speed as he decided to put to use the new gear he got. He made use of his disposable kunais, throwing them at his enemy position, three in the line of sight and two headed for the cores as he decided to kick in his ability to make illusions aswell as a few of his new combat protocols. First, after the line of sight was blocked he made three illusionary clones of himself. One headed for the left with a blade, the other from above in a falling motion while Aiden himself sped up and ended up behind the enemy back, with his own blade drawed. At this point he made another clone, one that seeming went after the enemy’s back poles while Aiden himself went after one of the cores. His plan was simple, he was going to use his blade to cause critical damage to the core and make it go unstable and then throw it his enemy’s way. If all worked it would go off and also cause the roof itself to collapse, and if he was lucky, the fall, the explosion, and maybe the remains of the building would damage this android enough to give him an opening to abuse…all he hoped now, was that he fell for the obvious tricks

Simo:
†L I R Y U†

A slightly red light started to form out of the air particles around it, down below the fight on the streets filled with blood; a rather curvaceous figure started to form, one that looked intimidating at that. Giant horns spiked out from the top of the figures head, an outline of advanced armor could be seen before the entire body of the individual formed. The Dark Lady moved her hand up to her mouth and bit her index fingers knuckle in excitement at the current chaos and scene of the district. She ended up biting it so intensely with her canine like fangs that she bled a little bit, the blood dripping down her finger and then starting to gravitate off in little droplets up to her mouth where the droplets landed onto her lips. She licked them slowly before laughing like a small child and looking around at the flames and threw her hands up as if she was worshiping it; walking in a straight line as wings started to sprout from her upper back. She looked up at the current fight and nodded in approval as her gigantic wings flapped against the ground and hoisted herself up, many remains of buildings and the cities started to circle around her due to the wind current she was creating before flying straight up and sitting on a building that was barely in tact. She could be seen, but she wasn’t causing any trouble. She was merely… Observing.

“Oh isn’t this glorious~ Our little savior going in for vengeance!”

She said to herself with a positive tone as she kicked her feet back and forth on the building, causing cracks in it to form due to her natural supernatural strength. She bit her lip and continued to watch, absorbing all of the chaotic energy that was currently around the area. It was so convenient that all of this happened to appear, and how father sent her down to check it out. She felt so powerful, as if she could never possibly run out of energy. That if, she was to go into shattered mode that it would last almost eight times as long as it normally would. She would be unstoppable in the current condition that she’s in, almost impossible to beat. She snickered and followed the movement of each robot like being with her eyes, as if she was watching an action packed movie.

“C’mon! I wanna see who’s gonna win!”

 

 

Kiri:

Re: Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
Not far from where that bright, crimson light originated from the air above the fight that was happening above the streets, a continuing combat that never ended, the Chaos that which always existed no matter the state of the world, hate, anger, sadness, division… all of these negative emotions gave birth to that of Chaos; however, as with all things, there was something to counter the power of the other, that which would represent love, patience, joy, unity… he who was the beginner of Unity itself, guardian of life on Alterus. With the arrival of his own rival, there was a flame to originate out of what seemed to be nothing, a flame which burned with a brilliance that could never be seen in another, not in a single lifetime had there been a flame brighter… stronger than this, all but for one, the flame of he who had created this all… the one who guarded them unseen, sleeping eternally. Liryu, she may not have realized that Hiroaki was watching, but that he was, and the presence of Chaos was palpable. As the flame itself grew, becoming larger and stronger until it finally took on the shape of the one Liryu had to hate the most.

“Leone… I suppose you would go by a different name now… what is your purpose here? … You will not disturb the Alterians and their purpose in this world, I refuse to allow it!”
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Though the voice was slightly monotone, the unmistakable sound of anger and determination was palpable in the air as his flames burned from his forehead, one gloved hand raised and ablaze in front of his face, his eyes burning with the emotions which resounded in his voice and his other burning with a flame that kept him lifted above the building upon which the Dark Mistress of Chaos sat. He awaited her response, but the calm look on his face was one she would recognize… the same look that he’d had so long ago when he had left that scar on her face as a male… the same look he had when he helped the Observer end the period called the Shroud.

Fu:
Re: Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
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– They would descend from the burning sky onto the area below ; right behind Liryu and observed silently as a Newcomer approached Liryu ; most likely a Celestial King due to the display of morals he had . Celtan stood right behind Liryu and watched with a inquisitive look upon his face at the male before shifting to the city . . Who else besides Gizora had this kind of strength and battle power to do such a thing to the city ? Celtan himself would not have that kind of information . Charlie on the other hand . .. . .-

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Charlie : ” I am going first into the fiyaa , time to up my kill count ! Bye bye Mr. Gold ; Liryu have fun ! ”

– Charlie took a few steps back and jumped into the fires below , he could no longer be seen from the building’s roof as soon as he had landed due to the intensity of those flames. Clearly the Man from earlier would address the Female and not him ; since from his point of view Charlie would seem powerless since he was not actually in his Dark Lord persona and therefore cloaked his actual strength and power .-

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? ? ?

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– Across the skyline as to where Liryu and those following her had landed ; a tall man clad in black would’ve been gazing straight at the destruction being caused as well as the Dark Lady and those that had came with her ; what side was he on ? He seemed to have been observing but he didn’t seem to be a robot that was mass murdering civilians. His eyes would gaze on to spot the Golden haired man who appeared to confront them , would he be successful ? –

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Boss Battle : Highest Skyscraper

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– The man would see that he had retreated from attacking and this would cause the Captain to grow impatient and leap into the sky the moment he had backed away to perform another action . He had begun to reveal his true form. –

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– Small feather’s began to descend from the light casted when the Captain transformed , the poles extended outwards and opened up to reveal small tendrils that appeared to be as wings ; The Captain’s head grew two points which extended outwards in a v shape and a large crystal appeared on his head and a large drill at his chest. He would appear to be as a angel would in a sense , even though his hands appeared to be more demonic due to the fact it looked like claws. All of the Crystals that had floated before disappeared ; having been integrated into one which was now on his head –

Swarm Captain [ Transformed ] ” You’ve a tenacious factor I will admit ; but who are you before a god ? ”

– The Now Winged Captain floated upwards and away from the building as his wings covered his own body while they lit up , the tendrils turning completely white before firing at the building itself from the sides and causing it to descend rapidly into the city below . Now Aiden would have to battle with this descending platform or find a way to fly ; it was up to him-

Sieg:
New powers entering the area, the mecha Freedom Wings holding back the robots using it’s energy cannons from the distance in an attempt to give people some hope and time to run, and to make matters worse his opponent had decided to reveal his apparent real form before him, rendering his strategy of eliminating him using one of his cores useless. So much for trying not to charge in like a loonatic, but if anything it was better that there was some distance between them when he transformed…it gave him a few seconds to think of something as he observed him

And plan A has officially jumped out the bloody window…well, so much for playing smart

Finding a weakpoint at this moment was something that would prove quite difficult, first of all because they would have to take the battle to the air and second, because this change wasn’t just a mere physical one. If his calculations were correct, and they usually were, then something more than the energy of those cores combined when they merged with him and quite honestly he wasn’t eager to find out how powerful this machine was. So he thought of something, right before he decided to finish off the structure they stood on

If you are a god…it makes me wonder why you nowhere near the strongest being here

Aiden smirked, clearly being right about this statement because of the many energy signatures in the area…and honestly not caring if what he did was just a silly taunt towards that machine. He did it because it made him happy, he did it because as he felt how the ground collapsed below his feet it made him snicker and look up at the enemy in a new light one that…and that was it, the word light reminded him something. The spotlight was on him right now, meaning that his enemy would never expect an outside strike…and he had the means for one!

Let’s see how much of a god you are when my kunais break through your armor, shall we?

Confident as even Aiden ran towards the edge of the building, jumping at times on fragments of the roof as he finally made his way to the sky as an energy platform formed below his feet. No sooner than he landed he threw an storm of kunais and shurikens towards his opponent, all coated in the same thick energy from the platform below his feet. The attack itself would seem a mere joke to his opponent, but the point was not to harm him. There were a few extra nanites in those shurikens, in those kunais…and Aiden had a good idea of what they would do him once they touched surface. As for the machine?…well…the mecha decided to use a single cannon to fend off the invasion while another aimed upwards

[i]Target acquired…cheesy phrase loaded…hasta la vista buddy…

The machine shot a full powered shot aimed directly at Aiden’s opponent back, aiming for the wings as a means to make it lower to the ground so they could take the fight where the chances of victory would even out a bit. As for why he thought a powerful shot from the mech would work? Well pretty simple…with so many sudden energy signals he figured his enemy sensors would be as troubled as his own, so the presence of another minor signal wouldn’t upset him, at least until it becomes too late

Simo:
L I R Y U

At the time that Liryu was deeply focused on the fight, the flame that was being created in front of her started to aggravate her; considering that all her eyes were able to see was a bright unnecessary light. She growled loudly, much like a rabid wolf going in for its prey as she bared her teeth before grabbing the edges of the building and gracefully hoisting herself up in a handstand position before leaning her legs back and standing straight up. She started to chuckle before she raised her arms and stretched causally before speaking in a rather cheerful voice.

“Oohhh~ Look whoooo it is! How do you like my new look? Enjoyable to look at wouldn’t you agree? And I’d prefer Liryu if you’d be so kind.”

She stated before she placed her fingers under her chin and smiled cutely, looking innocently at him as her pupils turned into dragon like slits as they adjusted to the light in front of her. She snickered and tilted her head at him as if she was a curious animal before she grinned rather mischievously. Her face read that of a psychopathic killer, one of the title that she held. One of pure chaos.

“Here? In this area? I’ve simply come to observe the beauty of this district!~ Isn’t it fantastic! I love it, it’s… artistic.”

However, her attention was pulled over to the dark figure across the way; whom was just observing. Who was he with? He looked as if he was no threat… But, she wasn’t sure. There was one thing for a fact; she wasn’t here to cause any trouble quite yet. If Anything, she was mainly here to absorb the chaos that was there at the moment into her shattered object to be used in the future; which has already been doing so since she came here.

Shadow:

Jaz
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Jaz was unlucky enough to be one of the people on the street when the comet crashed into the city. It took him a while to dig himself out from under all of the dead bodies and rubble but once he did he could see that the city was in absolute ruin. “Alright, who is up there setting the city on fire?” He looked up and saw several pieces of debris falling toward him, using his enhanced speed and agility he quickly dodged the large pieces of debris that had fallen from the sky. After the dust cleared he looked to the sky again to see an enormous battle taking place. Jaz knew he needed to be up there so he prepared to leap onto the nearest tall building when he swore he saw someone in the fire. “Hello!? Are you hurt? Or are you the one that set the city on fire?” The person doesn’t seem hurt which is odd because even Jaz is hurt. He didn’t sense any enormous amount of power coming off this person either so Jaz approached the figure as he would any normal person walking around in a burning city amongst several dead bodies after a comet fell, with extreme caution.

Kiri:

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Liryu.. huh? Hiroaki’s eyes narrowed at the woman who was definitely, without a doubt in his mind, the Dark Lord of Chaos, or perhaps Dark Lady of Chaos was more accurate at this point as Leone had changed himself somehow to being that of the opposite gender; Hiroaki didn’t know how nor could he understand what it was that had drove the Dark Lady of Chaos to appear here. Nor did he care, what he cared about was the fact that she was here and he had a bad feeling that she would soon become involved in matters, something that he could not allow no matter what; which is what had brought him here as the King of Unity, her polar opposite. Hiroaki didn’t enjoy fighting, however, he did know one thing: he wasn’t going to allow interference with the fate that the Alterians were trying to carve for themselves; her presence here represented that potential threat to him and he refused to allow it to continue if he could so help it. Hiroaki’s fist tightened further as his flames burned a little brighter, understanding that if this came to a fight he would have to go into Shattered Mode in order to counter it if he wasn’t careful; she wasn’t an opponent he could let his guard down against after all.

”I will only say this once more, if you decide that you wish to become involved in the matters of the Alterians, I will stop you. I refuse to allow you to cause Chaos here, not in the fate that they have chosen, the fate that they want to live for! Their future, their fate, it is theirs to decide, not yours or mine; and I will protect that!”


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Kasumi on the other hand hadn’t expected to see this place in the straights that it was in, instead of being in the shape that it had in the earlier times, it was in shambles and was ripped apart; this being the place that she had met Grant, sort of, and had gotten to know him at least to some degree. She still felt a bit bad for the outburst that she had released from within the heat of a moment that should never have really mattered in all honesty, if she hadn’t lost her temper so quickly she would never have hurt him at that time and she knew it, but for now she was having to push those thoughts out of her mind as she flattened her ears and looked around about as fast as she could, trying to figure out what the purpose of everything was right now.

Razorbackwriter:
Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

Ever arrived at a party right at the end and see the destruction and aftermath of those that had been before them? Well, that is pretty much the scene that confronted Grant when he arrived in behind Kasumi at what was once the Tourist district. How much it had changed, it was just so hard to believe. Kasumi and Grant had enjoyed the sites, the convention and even been to a restaurant when the city was brimming with life and colour, sound and music. Now it was like a war zone, with burnt out flaming cars, and smashed shop front windows.

Grant turned all the way around, so he could try and work out just who had caused this, and where the enemy lay. To the untrained eye, it could have been terrorism, but the truth was that this was a war of the worlds. The Terakins versus the Alterains.

Catching up to Kasumi, he placed a hand onto her shoulder to let her know he was right behind her.

“We missed mardi gras?”

~RB~

Fu:
Celtan

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– He kept himself quiet and observant of the situation unfolding ; seeing Liryu speak against Hiroaki while observing the burning skyline . This was amazing to see up close like so , almost as if this was the destiny of mankind itself. Charlie was gone , he was running about on the streets attacking people as it stood : ever moreso decreasing the amount of lives in the area –

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? ? ? ” Conflict returns to Alteria , just like always. ”

– The man who stood vacant on a building all on his lonesome would say to himself . How strange it was , what was he doing or not doing ? He simply seemed to have been on neither side ; but that would instantly shift as he took a dive off the building and onto the ground below and there a large shockwave would be released . It would seem as if he had hit something on the way down. –

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Boss Battle : Burning Skyscaper

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Swarm Captain [ Transformed ] ” How ignorant you truly are ; being a god isn’t always about strength . This is what separates you from me . You won’t defeat me ! ”

– The Robotic being would speak as if triumphant and confident in his skills as the projectiles flew right at him which he easily waved off seemingly with a smacking motion with his wings ; although doing so had caused his wings to be punctured by the projectiles which caused the being to let out a sound of anger. He was not enjoying this anylonger , and not before long a beam stroke his backside , burning off half of his wings and causing the man to come crashing down onto the city below . A small trail of smoke clouds would be continuously release from his back as he fell to his doom –

Swarm Captain [ Transformed ] ” You’ll meet your end one day , I assure you …… Traitor of robotkind ”

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Tourist Square

– The man from earlier would appear here ; standing on a destroyed tank as the Leader of the Robotic Forces , or better known as Yami.EXE the Malfunctioned Portion of the Celestial King of Wisdom was here staring at him ; continually creating more robots with the assistance of the ”comet” which landed which was actually a chamber shaped as a ball with numerous tendrils sticking out of it . All robots could be seen coming out of here in small moderate numbers ; seeing as to how the comet wasn’t so big as to cover the entire street but only a small portion of the center . Kasumi and Grant would be able to fend off the robots and continue to get to the center, Grant’s mark would navigate him towards Yami . But why ? If and once they get there , they’ll be greeted by the Robotic Overlord himself but would first see the tank and the back of the black haired man standing on it’s destroyed body.-

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Yami.EXE:” Drawn to the darkness . Come to me.”

– The Man would await for others to come put an end to Yami , as he himself virtually doesn’t have the special key needed to do such a thing . There was still a way to put an end to this. Better late then never of course. –

Sieg:
Aiden grinned, knowing that his distraction worked this time as his enemy completely forgot about the mecha he was remotely controlling. So it was no surprise that he remained calm the moment that he saw how little effectiveness his kunais had in matter of causing great damage…of course…because the real hit was delivered from another direction. So he watched, a hint of joy mixed also with sadness over what he just did, in the end he knew the other one, his opponent was basicly his equal in many ways, and while he understood from where he came from in terms of standing he couldn’t allow him to continue this mindless destruction, so he watched, muttering back an answer at the defeated opponent

I’m sure someday I will fall…but it won’t be by your hand

The plataform he remained in dissapeard as he too descended towards the ground but only to be caught by Freedom Wings as it flew by his side. From it’s palm the android made a moment of silence for his rival, as Freedom Wings aimed down and shot one last time towards his opponent, a single time to end things and give him a more proper and perhaps quicker one. He just wished things could have been different, that they had tried to communicate with other androids down here before resorting to this tactic…but what was done was done and there was still an invasion to push back. So his head turned towards the other energy signature he initially felt…his head turned towards the very leader of this machines as only one thing got into his mind. The key to stop this was him…and he wouldn’t waste a single second more

Link prepared…full power activated…full offensive mode activated…

He climbed on top of Freedom Wings’s shoulder, holding into it was the mecha flying towards the target, every weapon available at the ready and awaiting only for an order from Aiden to strike. The android awaited, awaited until he was close enough as he deviced a plan at the speed that would put a lightning to shame. He knew something for sure, he needed to attack quickly, come in, dish out all the damage he could towards the enemy and just damage it badly enough to force it into a retreat. He knew he would not eliminate it, but if he could just damage it, that would be all…

C’mon buddy…let’s go to kick some can

He patted Freedom Wing’s shoulder, breathing in deeply as he closed his eyes for a second, trying to set his mind at ease before going full offensive. The words of warning from Oberon still burned in his head, what could happened if he went berserk was something he couldn’t allow, so he decided to set an small counter measure for that in this moment, as he tried to repeat himself that it would be okay even if he wasn’t fully convinced. But it was something he needed to do, it was time to go all in, release the weapon…

Now!

Freedom Wings flew a bit lower for a moment as Aiden jumped from him, taking off at full speed with his blade out the very moment that he touched the ground, deciding that he would test how fast Oberon made him aswell as how at combat he was. So he ran, sprinting through the ranks of mechanical minions as his blade ripped through them while he continued on moving, never stopping as he headed himself for the leader itself. All of this while the mecha took some height and basically fired at full power, aiming directly for the one this machines followed, Yami.EXE…in the end as much as he would like it to finish it off there was too much people close…so first thing first, he was planning to push it back, to use Freedom Wing’s cannon shots to make him focus on him and then come at his new target at full speed and basically hitting with all the force he could muster using his blade, trying to use both his force and momentum to his advantage. If all worked out fine he would back away, in the the last thing he wanted was stay in the vicinity of an enemy that could easily strike back even harder…

Simo:
LIRYU

“Oh calm down would you? I said what I came down to do, trust me. If I were to have done something, it would’ve happened love.”

Liryu stated before she turned her back to him, turning her head over her shoulder and grinning at him before swaying her hips and going to the opposite side of the building. She raised her hand and signaled him to shoo, as if he was a fly. She was highly annoyed that he constantly was on her ass, it wasn’t like she wasn’t all bad 24/7. She had other emotions other than chaos, she could be hungry and turned on as well at points in time. She wasn’t planning on completely destroying this town, for she already absorbed enough chaos from around to be satisfied and to use the gem for later.

“I’m under orders to just.. observe.. And I’d rather not make father mad.”

She said before she rolled her eyes, still extremely annoyed at his actions. He was assuming like usual, on a completely different topic and talking all that stupid heroic shit. She snickered before she spread her wings and forced her wings down, causing the building to shake a bit more but not collapsing. It was so… typical of him to protect these pathetic beings.

“Stop talking all that heroic shit. It’s getting on my nerves. And I would imagine you’d rather not fight. Especially in this wonderful, chaotic town. It would be your stupidest choice yet.”

Shadow:
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The figure Jaz had been yelling at didn’t acknowledge him, Jaz chucked that up to him thinking he was closer to the figure due to his enhanced senses. He continued walking toward the figure but was distracted by something grabbing his leg. Jaz pulled out his sword and swung it at the thing wrapped around his leg. It was the hand of a little girl, her lower half was crushed under debris and she was reaching out for help. Jaz could see that she was beyond help so he put the girl out of her misery. He hated having to do stuff like that but he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. He continued walking when he was stopped by something or someone falling out of the sky. Jaz moved at incredible speed out of the way of all the debris kicked up by whatever fell. “I have a bad feeling this is about to get interesting.”
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Kasumi had no idea why, where or why, this damned being had come in, where everything had started; why it had started. Everything was a mystery to her, with Grant at her back, asking a question that she didn’t know the answer too, but she didn’t care anymore either, now Kasumi was in shock, looking at everything with a gaze that asked the questions blazing through her mind; why, why were you here? Why are you doing this? What do you want? Who do you want? Why is it that you feel like you can just come in and take away everyone’s happiness?! Kasumi’s gaze didn’t take long to harden into one of anger, her eyes turning into a fiery blaze of determination that burned like a thousand suns.

Kasumi Daisuke: “I don’t know what this is but… Grant, I have to ask you again. Fight with me, watch my back and help me end this. I can’t stand by and allow this any longer!”

Death and destruction, it all blazes to the fore. Kasumi’s determination ignites with a passion!

Kasumi’s flames blazed around her body as she prepared to ignite her resolve, but something made her hesitate again, what would happen if her body couldn’t take the strain of it again? Using Flaming Persona might be a risk, but at the same time what if it wasn’t enough to take this threat on? Kasumi grit her teeth and set her face before her flames wrapped around her form once again, revealing her standing in the same form that she had been only moments back, that form where she had that power; Blazing Genesis. The power of Creation.

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Kasumi Daisuke: “One last time… Blazing Genesis!”

Once the transformation occurred, the flames billowed outwards around her as she mustered her strength to fight; it was all she could do in all honesty. Then, with a flash in her eyes, she hurled herself at the bastards, dashing in and out as she sliced them apart piece by piece. She was holding no quarter for any of the damned robots as she fought her way to the center. It was time to fight, and take on whoever the leader was, however, it seemed that one of the robots had a different plan as it stepped in their way. Kasumi snarled at it, but she kept her cool before charging it.

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Swarm Juggernaut: “You…go…no further!!”

The massive beast of a machine roared at her as she struck, blocking her attack with a powerful swing of its ax, he sent her flying alright; straight into the building. Instead she simply charged right back, only to be blown away by some kind of shield. Kasumi slid across the ground, speaking only once before she shot past.

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Kasumi Daisuke: “You’re in our way! Grant, cover me!”

Kasumi hurled herself into the air as her sword became engulfed in a massive amount of flames above her as she called down, the jump having been to dodge the blasts of energy from the massive robot, this was a revised form of her Final Inferno, but it would have to do as Kasumi aimed her attack at the robot.

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Kasumi Daisuke: “Take everything… I have! Final Inferno Genesis!!”

In the next moments, the juggernaut and the other grunts would have become engulfed in a massive, wide inferno which blazed stronger than any other attack that she had ever unleashed; this one swallowing them up and then melting away at their frames until she stopped and then let herself fall back to the earth, landing with a thud as she let out a grunt and fell to one knee, with the energy blast melding into one large one that was now headed straight for her… her in her most vulnerable state. Would she be hit? If Grant was able to stop that blast of energy… he would have to fend off the robots for a moment longer, but if there was anything Kasumi could be sure of, it was that the man would help her; she had faith in their friendship if anything.


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Hiroaki had the look in his eyes that said he had no bullshit he was tolerating today, but for now he was thinking, even if she was under orders, what was the point going against what he had a feeling she wanted to do; why was the Destroyer giving those kinds of orders in the first place? It wasn’t natural for obvious reasons, he was meant to cause Chaos and reek havoc on the world of Alterus, but if he was ordering his Dark Lords to not cause any trouble and merely observe… that made no sense to Hiroaki. Even under those orders, Chaos is a fickle thing, if you try to let your guard down it can swallow you whole, but that was also something that begot the strongest of bonds.. the strongest of Unity. Hiroaki could feel the strength of a bond below him, and it was something that proved his point, a bond begot from Chaos was always the strongest; and he could take power from it as much as he needed.

Hiroaki: “I know better than to trust Chaos, it’s too fickle a thing, you do as you please. I’m no fool. But there is always one thing that you should note. In times of despair, of chaos, the strongest of bonds are forged; those bonds illuminate the path of those who come after us. I have faith in the new generation, and that is the only reason I am here and not fighting their battles for them. Take it as you please, heroics or not, this is not my destiny; it is my choice to follow this path.”

Razorbackwriter:
Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

The battle. Oh my god, it was more amazing than Transformers, more dazzling then the Matrix. Wow, could those killer bots move. Course, it was the plucky little foxy mamma that was going into complete fiery meltdown to battle the sons of Tinman, and normally, while Grant always trusted her judgement in a fight, he could see that even she had forgotten the limits of what her powers could do, or rather…pushing the boundaries so hard that she was now a danger unto herself. There was a saying that once you reach the top, you stop. You don’t keep surging up. The fall would be crippling. And so it would seem, for after nodding in affirmation that he would be her back up, he noticed that she had gone too far ahead. Her own injuries would come back to haunt her and for Grant, he simply could no longer sit on the side lines. it was time…for Irasho!

“DUN DUN DAH!” The war cry of Grant as he pulled out his shattered item, the mask. For extra dramatic purposes, he wiggled his eyebrows, his head doing a classic wobble, before he brought the mask down to secure over his face. Crying out and yet laughing at the same time, as the power of the mask took him over, Irasho started spinning like he was his own little tornado. Dodging fire balls and flaming bits of metal that came his way before he finally stopped right in front of the injured kasumi. When he did stop spinning, he was standing wearing of all things….a baseball outfit and his twin swords rocketed out of his back pack turning into the biggest baseball bat you ever did see. He tapped it on his upturned heel, before swinging the bat as he readied himself for the mother of all hits. Chewing tabacoo and you could hear him mutter.

“BATTER BATTER BATTER…SWWWWWWWWWWWWING, BATTER!”

The blast of the fire ball that was coming towards them was like the force of a juggernaut and Irasho brought his arm back before launching into the hit, striking the fire ball of energy with the powered baseball sword bat.

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~CRACK!~

Up up up went the ball of flame….the robots all looking up as a few were darting to get out of the way of the strike path. Grant was already starting a run, and instead of just jumping on each base, he was knocking out robot after robot with the swing of his super sized bat.

It was the baseball game of his dreams….his anime dreams that is.

~RB~

Fu:
Tourist Square

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Shattered Theme

– The Leader of this Invasion would soon take into account that his Swarm Captain has fallen , sighing while seeing shots come at him ; all that ended up curving at the last possible moment due to the redirection fields that was around him making the attacks worthless that were done by the Machine that had defeated his captain or so it seemed . While the male soared through the sky on the Mecha there was one thing he didn’t look for : The remains of the Captain . In the next 3 seconds a large yellow beam would be released from the building to the left of Freedom Wings ; making it so that he would only have a short window of time to attempt escaping but close enough that it’ll cause his nerves to move at a faster rate due to the swift action that had been taken by the enemy , maybe his job was done since more had came onto the scene . The black haired man would watch Kasumi and Grant from the distance as Yami had stopped reacting to him , it would be as if they were ignoring him due to the fact Yami didn’t attempt to fight him knowing the robots would just die from him but why was he not helping ? Most likely due to the fact there were some elements and factors here that did not factor in for such . Yami.exe kept his eyes fixated far off in the distance seeing the flaming-display of two other people who were slowly closing in : One of them had a Shattered Item……. –

Yami.exe” Come closer . Come to me , Child of the False Light . ”

– Why was he so interested ? What reason could there be ? In the span of the next few moments Yami would end up causing his robots to stop their assault , turning into nothing more then dolls at this point . From an inference ; it could be clear that he must’ve been awaiting for a person with an Item , he was intrigued. Very much so…….. –

Sieg:
It was utter chaos right now and anyone would be able to easily tell so, as long as they were in a good enough position or they had some sort of connection to chaos itself. Robotic and organics basicly going at each other with all their might, trying to stop this invasion or either trying to make it succeed. And sadly one of the many beings who was very well aware of all the destruction going around him was the one android who was fighting for the district, the one who was going alongside the mecha in an attempt to meet with the leader of this invasion and try to destroy him…while also trying to focus himself on an objective, as an attempt to not think about what he was doing. For anybody it would seem easy to destroy some machines, because they were that, just machines…but this were equals in some shape of form to Aiden, each time his blade ripped through one of this machines or his sensors picked up them being crushed or burned into melted piles of metal…he honestly felt sightly disgusted in the pit of his stomach. It made him not want to look, to only focus forward…in hopes that without a leader this machines would stop…but even then he knew that for beings like himself things would go only downhill from here if this attack could be stopped, of course the moment he saw how the shots fired from Freedom Wings were just shrugged off like that, that chance seemed unlikely

What the hell?…

A moment of shock it’s all it took for one of the machines to get a hit on him, throw him off his high speed course into the grip of another that never finished getting a hold of him. The defensive protocols again, acting before he could thing as the blade took care of the machine before in, as he basically went through it, and another…and another…until finally he landed again on the ground, his blade bearing the stains of some sort of liquid stored inside the machine’s core, apparently to keep it cooled and also to help with the process of generating energy, a liquid that if you were technical about it could be considered the lifeblood of this machines…that that right now covered a great part of Aiden. He would have felt disgusted, if the moment this took place it was Freedom Wings the next to have been struck.

Dammit, nobody else just wants to drop in and make this more complicated!?

The mecha was fast to maneuver to avoid most of the damage the beam would have caused, but sadly in the process of dodging it lost part of it’s shoulder as well as most of one of the wings and the powerful impact itself caused it to collapse into the ground and a very rough landing. Many of the attacking robots may have taken severe damage and be destroyed by this, but nevertheless the mecha took damage as well…of course not before, thanks to it’s own offensive protocols and Aiden himself, it aimed it’s rifle towards the direction the beam came from, shooting back as the Android made it’s way towards the building the mecha rested against, forcing itself on it’s knee as it raised it’s rifle, while Aiden in the ground held up the arm from where the blade came from. By now even if the attacked showed itself or not it wouldn’t matter…it was getting pretty crowded around Aiden’s position and he began feeling strange…noticing the many dark thoughts that came to his mind, the many way to dismember this machines into nothing

Why are you attacking…why would you do this…

He felt himself panting, his blade sightly trembling as he made an effort not to lunge but it was clear that he was starting to lose it from all of this. He wanted to end this, to make this machines dissapeard into nothingness so he wouldn’t have to face the fact that he was killing his own kind…but then again what difference would it make if he eliminated them all or not? Two organics were wrecking them apart and maybe even fun in doing so, and after this he would be lucky if he could walk during the day without feeling people’s stares on him all because a bunch of psycotic machines attacked this place. The next days for him, just because unlike others was made and not born, would be hell one way or the other and he could do what choose which one to get through. It was this thoughts that ruled on his head, despite his apparent cheerful behaviour…it was these thoughts that went around him right now and combined with the usage of the new combat protocols cause an strange reaction in him…who knows, maybe even the presence of a certain chaotic lady was to blame, maybe or maybe not, but one thing was certain, he just needed a push in the wrong direction, one small tap before he pretty much lost it. And given that he still had Freedom Wings under his command, it wouldn’t be a good thing if he did lost it

I don’t get it…what would be so important for you to do this…

Simo:
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♦LIRYU♦

Liryu, at the time was just simply forcing her wings through the air, slicing the smoke in half around her as she hovered there just simply glaring at him. Her armor and horns glimmering from every direction due to the flames that still surrounded her and the rest of the people in the area. She was obviously, if paying attention; one of those most strange things there. Especially since she had such a huge role in a part of this little thing called destruction and peace. She just looked at him with a completely blank expression as he spoke, almost as if she was in her own little world as he talked on about… god knows what. Of course she didn’t mean to be disrespectful, it just happened to be someone who she despised and didn’t really wish to listen to. She saw his lips moving, but heard practically nothing as the constant clangs and clashes of the other battle that was currently going on echoed through the district. As he finished discussing his little point, she read his lips enough to get where he was heading in order to make her reply to him.

“Oh darling do you honestly think your little bonds can destroy mine with such ease? If you don’t recall, we’re precisely even… It all depends on who lasts the longest. But also.. Keep in mind. There will be chaos where ever there is life. War. Stress. Anger. All of it is a part of life dear~ so whenever you see that giant war over territory go on, or two gods fighting over one side or another… It’ll always be purely.. Aha..Chaotic.

Now if you don’t mind, I need a new seat since my entertainment moved.”

She stated rather darkly before she waved goodbye. And stopped flapping her wings and just dropped down into the air until last minute where she spun around and started to soar off a bit closer to where the robots have moved. It was like a sci-fy movie, but even better since it was right in front of her. Sure, there’s the possibility of being hurt; but why should she worry when petty things like those weapons would barely even scratch her? As she got closer and closer, she once again picked a high up seat, sitting on the burning metal which seemed to have absolutely no effect on her; or she acted that way at least.

Shadow:
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Jaz

In the confusion created by “whatever it was” falling into the city Jaz used this as an opportunity to find cover. He hid behind some large pieces of ruble and examined the figure that had just fallen out of the sky. After the dust kicked up by the shockwave settled Jaz could see the “whatever” was a “whoever”. He whispered to himself, “I hate it when I’m right! This just got interesting.” He could see it was a tall man in all black who didn’t look like someone who could do all this to a city but Jaz knew not to underestimate the people of this world. After assessing all he could in the short time he had he emerged from the ruble and confronted the man in black. “Where does your allegiance lie?” As soon as it left his mouth he felt a bit silly because he didn’t even know where his allegiance lie.

Kiri:
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Kasumi knelt there, her energy far more drained than what she had anticipated it to be considering her body should have already adjusted after using it at least once; she was wrong, this form took so much energy it was staggering, using the Final Inferno Genesis hadn’t helped at all as she had been intending to throw a lot less of the amount of power she had, but for some reason she couldn’t control the output. It drained her intensely because of it; she had the power, she just couldn’t control how much she was throwing out. It would have been different if her attacks threw out too little, that way she knew that it wouldn’t be so draining; no, instead of that it was the opposite, her body opened the facet at full blast instead of just plainly letting her control how much flow.

Grant seemed to be having a ball where he was, so Kasumi pushed herself up and looked to the ground for a few moments while gazing at the flames circulating around her and the city. It was still infuriating to the Kitsune what had happened, why did this bastard feel he had to do all of this? What was driving him? Who was he? Kasumi almost didn’t care at this point, but she felt she had to know who this was and for what reasons she had no idea why. Standing strong, Kasumi set the sword to one side and let flames curl down its form as she began walking straight past every one of the dolls that were the robots; her eyes and hair blazed, those crimson orbs flaming with an anger and determination to end this all.

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“Grant, let’s go.”


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Hiroaki kept his passive look in his eyes, he was simply just being serious here and now and wasn’t too bothered by the change in the woman, it felt to him she was dropping her little facade and though that meant he might need to fight she simply retreated to continue observing on everything that was going on. Hiroaki wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, or what she was going to do, but his faith was further solidified by the strength of the bond below; it was the bond of people who could stick together and help one another, have each other’s backs and forever stay together as comrades who would assist them in their endeavors that led them down the path of the fate that they chose. Hiroaki didn’t move from his position right away, but in a few moments he did. He lowered himself onto a nearby building, watching as the flames on his forehead ceased their miniature inferno.

Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

Nothing could be more crazy, then how Grant or rather Irasho; the crazed masked anti hero. The way in which he skidded into the imaginary home base plate sent up a plume of dust and smoke, which cleared only to show Irasho dressed completely different. The large baseball bat had split and returned to the shape of the twin magical blades that the Queen had given Grant at the very beginning of his quest. He sported a long black leather coat, like the kind worn by a Matrix warrior, and while he may not have been wearing dark shades, his shattered item – the mask had turned into a wicked visage. His eyes were a ruby red colour, one could say blood like, and there was this hideous grin that showed off flashing razor white teeth. But it was not just a mask now, it was almost as though the man known as Grant no longer existed. One thing about this shattered item was…the more you wore it…the more it took over its wearer. Already Grant had shown signs of his personality becoming almost morbid in a sense. Kasumi was often so wrapped up in her own problems, with family and the past that she could have missed the signs of the degeneration of Grant’s very soul.

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While Kasumi walked almost calmly past the lines of what were now dolls, Grant was sniggering. His back almost hunched though his broad shoulders made him seem larger than before. The baseball game with the blazing fire balls was fun, but surely it was not over. There had to be more fighting to come. Kasumi was blazing, her hair almost the colour of fire as she strutted along with her sword almost poised for what would come next, but she merely called out to Grant to leave the battle grounds. Irasho stopped the snicker but he quickly turned and snatched one of the heads of the dolls and with a quick snap with his hand the head popped off, with sparks and wires poking out of the neck. He couldn’t be blamed for wanting to leave a headless gift for whoever ordered the attack.

But as he fell in behind Kasumi, a voice was heard….calling…

Yami.exe” Come closer . Come to me , Child of the False Light . ”

Irasho turned his head then looked to see this…Yami character who was not even fighting by the looks of it….just staring.

Irasho placed a hand to his chest, and then in a voice reminiscent of De Niro, Irasho said back.

“Are you talking to me? Huh? Are you….talking…to me?”

~RB~

Fu:
Tourist Square

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Yami : ” What a splendid appearance for the true nature of the powers of this false light . Very……….. very terrifying your powers truly are . I need to see more. ”

– Yami stared at the male as he responded by asking if he was being spoken to , which made the Robot walk slowly towards Grant and ignored the Robot as he seemingly struggled within himself . The air around him grew much more dense as he gotten closer before he changed his appearance as he scanned the male before him before his body cracked to reveal a slimmer figure with the same bodily build as him with longer hair and a blade in his hand . –

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Shattered Theme

Yami : ” Visual Assimilation complete…… This body feels so much more refined and slim. Now , let me see your power up close…”

Name : Yami.exe

Race : Celestian

Power : Transcendant Robot Physiology

Age : ? ?

Danger Level : Robot Deity

– Yami’s grinned shone in this new face ; quickly running towards Grant with his blade to attack him downwards if it landed. However it was odd , the Deity of a sort did not move with a crazy insane speed or anything that would be expected of a god with such tremendous sensations about him. One could or would infer that this was all a game to him , he could’ve moved much faster. Was he testing the male ? –
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– Rain began to pour over the burning city ; as if signaling the ending of the robot invasion , but was it really ? More people entered the area ; one coming up to the black haired male who had landed from a building high up above without knowing who he was . The Vampire male known as Ori Ventrue would look at the male who spoke to him , before he spoke in a soft voice and uttered to him. –

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Ori Ventrue : ” My allegiance is with the world. I am here to observe and since that is my duty I can’t interfere.”

– He meant just that , he couldn’t do anything but watch . This was no longer his world to protect on the front lines as he had done his duty quite a long while back , but that did not mean he didn’t care for the world . He knew when others had to replace him here , the people of the past sown the seeds for this future ; with Strong roots that will build into something marvelous in the future if allowed to take that path by the guiding hands of the past. Somewhere off in the distance Ori spotted a white haired boy who moved at very high speeds towards the people in the square .-

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Charlie : ” How fast does this thing go- Whoah ! ”

– Random soldiers yelled at him , having not realized he was there as well as not being a part of Law enforcement he easily hijacked one of their vehicles without even knowing what he was doing . And off he went ; moving at an extremely fast speed towards the square where the others were . His upper body were elevated as his face showed an expression of pure adrenaline and excitement followed by the pumping thrill of moving so fast he didn’t know where he was going until he got there …… All in one piece or not. –

[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core (3) – Shattered Dimensions.

 

Part three of the Quest into the Abssymal Core.  It is not just an ordinary journey, as the pair have to fight their own demons….or dance.

 

Kiri:  Boy oh boy, just when things couldn’t get any worse? They got worse! Of course they did! This is what happens when you let your guard down! At least, that’s what Kasumi was thinking, and with very good reason; however in spite of that Kasumi was determined to be ready to fight now. But going back a bit first. Kasumi had looked around for a few moments before actually responding to Grant, looking at him with an amused gaze for a second as she responded.

“It’s one of the innate racial abilities of Kitsune, Kitsune-bi, Fox-fire. Comes in three varieties, only my family is known dominantly for their prowess with Fire. When using it, well. We’re known for our skill with Flames. Easiest way to explain it. Before all this happened, our flames were why we were feared, and it’s still happening even today. This is what we’re known for, this is what we’ve been Feared over. I have more racial abilities than this, including, but not limited to: Illusionary Manipulation, Dream Manipulation, and some more things.”

Kasumi shrugged as her ears flicked once again, as though confirming what she had said. The abilities of Kitsune could be unpredictable, there was no telling what a Kitsune could have. Therefore, not many people knew what to expect other than Kitsune themselves after all was said and done; which was why Kasumi, and her brother for that matter, were so dangerous. Now. Back to the matter at hand. Kasumi was really agitated as to why Grant had thrown away his swords. Sure he had no experience with them, but appearances, but even so it was better to have them. Kasumi growled as she ignited her entire weapon in flames, the crimson combustion blazing brightly and extremely hot. Oooooooh this place was really getting on her nerves, but it wasn’t like she could just force an attack with Grant sitting there in the damn things hand. What he’d said had caught up in Kasumi’s head, her mind working about a hundred miles an hour it seemed as she tried to figure out that singular line she could hear. Eyes full of lies, and the fact he mentioned….. Tch!

“Grant! There’s a good chance this isn’t real! If the eyes on the wall were full of lies, then this may be an illusion they made! It’s a lie in itself if that’s the case!”

Hopefully one of them was right, she’d be pissed to hell if she ended up strapped here by herself.

 

FU;  Thee Abyss

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” You have satisfied me

Therefore you can consider yourself free ”

– The Beast would say as Grant offered up the blades . Clearly this had meant sacrifice was a part of the gamble here , upon taking the swords the beast grinned before returning them to his side –

” You have shown that you are willing to throw this away and probably even more.
You are released from this realm to truly continue on .

But before you are released remember ; that proceeding onward would mean that you’ll lose humane qualities with the treasure that lies ahead. As long as you keep that in mind , move onward. May the Item give to you what you seek . ”

– And with that the realm dissipated and they were sent back into the realm of the maze , with their back’s up against a wall with a hole in it ; was this the ”beast” they thought they jumped into earlier ? Possibly . Who knew ? The path ahead seemed to lead to a clearing. –

Abyssmal Pond

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– The land seemed to be shifting every second or so , and the vines moved about and lashed at the very little movements coming from anything and anyone it could reach . The two could see that the vines were whipping flies as they soared through the sky , as miniscule as they were. The other end of the pond revealed bright lights and broken structures, could this have been the end ? It seemed to have been likely . –

” Further and further you delve in

Not to realize that you will sin

To become inhuman and become the unknown

This is where your paths diverge and you must go………. alone ”

– From behind the tree walked out a man dressed quite elegantly , he gave off a mysterious feeling ; almost similar to the seemingly elderly male from earlier . This male looked at the both of them and grinned. –

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” I’m so so very sorry . But only one of us is getting past here and that will be me. ”

– There was a second entrance to this pond and it laid just behind that tree , so it was clear at this point only one person can progress forward and the others would have to stick behind otherwise some sort of otherworldly force would cause them to be repelled. –

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Thee Abyss

Terror. Fear of being wrong. Grant took a huge gamble by tossing away the swords which were the only thing he really had to defend himself with. A sheer moment of madness perhaps, or maybe he was more clued in than one would realize. He believed that the eyes of lies were the ones in the maze. The maze lying? The maze not being true? It was a big gamble, but it turned out to be the right one. The clink of his blades hitting the ground was the wager, and it was then that the riddler showed true satisfaction.

‘ You have satisfied me

Therefore you can consider yourself free ”

“Free?….FREE!” What a great rush of sound to come from Grant. He couldn’t believe it. For once in his life he got something right. His head spun to that of Kasumi and he beamed a smile that was enough to light the darkness. “And here I was about to shit my pants.” Too much info, son…..too much info.

Being released by the dark beast, Grant breathed a big sigh of relief. He even got his swords back. Talk about a win for Team GRANT. He was strapping the blades back on, when the riddler, as Grant liked to call him mentioned that to continue on meant that he would lose Humane qualities. Grant thought about this for a moment. To lose part of himself, that was a big ask. But then he remembered that he always thought of himself as being nothing special, but in his heart he wanted to be. This was a chance to be somebody. A chance to become a force like those that were only written about in comic books and anime. Grant was now ready for what lay ahead.

Returning to the earlier part of the maze, the pair found themselves now standing with their backs to a wall in the maze. Was that what the slug creature had been? Grant now thought so.

“How cool was that?” Grant asked of Kasumi with a broad grin. “And you thought this was dangerous.” Ever the joker.

Following the path, they came to a clearing, where the vines from the maze were slapping at flies as they grew upwards. Again a strange part to this challenging maze, but one that filled Grant’s eyes with wonder.

“No need for bug spray, huh?” Thinking that the vines were acting to clear the way of insects. It was then that the riddler started off again. Much to Grant’s surprise.


” Further and further you delve in

Not to realize that you will sin

To become inhuman and become the unknown

This is where your paths diverge and you must go………. alone ”

“Alone? Why alone?” Grant didn’t like the idea of going in alone. He rather liked having Kasumi at his side. But before he could address the riddler or the riddle, another appeared. He was like a younger version of the one that they had meet at the beginning. Turns out, he wanted to go forward….and only him.

” I’m so so very sorry . But only one of us is getting past here and that will be me. ”

“Hey…I battled a beast and the riddler said that one of us go alone.” He pointed to Kasumi and himself. “Besides, you don’t seem to be human, mate.”

~RB~

 

Kiri: ep, she was definitely done. D-O-N-E! DONE! Definitely, utterly, simply and completely done! She was right about the beast being an illusion, that wasn’t the problem here. But the very fact that she was also wrong about that was making her head reel like a speed bag that just got hit. Damn this place, damn this dungeon, damn these trials. Damn it all!! Kasumi shook her head hard and fast, trying to clear her head as they walked. Sheesh, this place was damn nuts. But it wasn’t like she’d expected it to be normal either. Which is the main reason she’d followed Grant in here, to help if he needed it.

And it seemed that time was coming. Kasumi had a bad feeling about what Grant had said, about someone going alone. Sure, she wanted to ask what he was talking about exactly, but she couldn’t now. It was more important to deal with the guy right in front of them, who definitely was a bigger problem regardless. Anyone who was in this place wasn’t normal, in one way or the other. An undeniable fact of the nature of things right now.

 

Fu:  Abyssmal Pond

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” No no………….. I’m saying I will be the one who will get the item and making sure I’ll be the first to retrieve it for my lord.”

– This Male seemed quite pissed that they seemed quite absent minded to what he had said but even then he musta assumed that they were thinking that it was their right to continue onwards without a struggle. This male held a extremely dark energy around himself and he would finally respond to the male’s mentioning of him not being human in which he had said –

” You are correct I am no mere ”’ human”’ , I am a Terakian named Keikai who follows Celtan , The Brain of The Destroyer faithfully to the death . I’ve known that male right there is the key to opening this specific dungeon and therefore we had waited and snuck in not long after you. So now prepare yourself ! ”

– It was clear at this point that the riddle from earlier meant only one was meant to pass onwards. Who knew how strong this male was . But it may be dangerous for anyone who wasn’t trained at the most utmost of skill . This meant he was truly a extremely hazardous person to a normal human. Only something of a supernatural caliber could keep him at bay at best , more or less stall if you will. So what was their choice ? Attempt to stick together and risk death or follow the path of the riddle. –

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Abyssmal Pond

It was only now…only right this second that Grant finally realized what the strange looking dude meant. He was the one that wanted the treasure, the treasure that had called out to Grant. He was not part of the maze, or the quest – he was merely using Grant and now he wanted to be the one that went forward…alone. Talk about a line jumper.

“HEY…NO ONE LIKES A GUY THAT PUSHES IN!” He held up his arm, his finger pointing at the man accusingly. “RULES ARE RULES, WHETHER YOU’RE AT MACCAS, OR THE PICTURES! YOU DON’T CUE JUMP, BUDDY!” Wow, looked like the guy hit one of Grant’s pet hates. Grant was showing his dark side…yes. Kinda nerdy, but dark just the same. As he said all this with his voice projected loudly, he shot a look at Kasumi and said.

“This guy is a cheater….honest.” Yeah, he was, but he was also a dangerous one. He admitted right there that he wasn’t human at all, but a Terakian. “A what?” Grant tilted his head, not knowing anything about Terakus, or this Brain of the Destroyer. Sounded like something you keep in a jar. “I don’t care if you are Goku, we were here first.” There he went again, determined to be the one that went in before this creep. As the guy named Keikai continued, it was clear that he had been waiting for the key, aka Grant to open the dungeon all for them. It was like some prophecy….or something like out of a game. If Grant had any hope of winning, he was going to have to use his smarts.

If this man was the bad ass he claimed, then…Grant was going to have to defeat him at something that wasn’t magical.

“I challenge you…” Grant said…his face getting really serious as the cogs in his mind went into overdrive….“…to a dance off!”

Yes….a mother fucking dance off.

He pulled out his phone and started scrolling for the right song, before his eyes narrowed and he found the perfect song.

Grant took off his back pack…and his swords, as he prepared himself…with all the energy of a K pop back up singer. he put on a pair of dark sunglasses and went into his dance pose as the music rolled.

“Let’s do it!”

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The Captain and Xzilia – Part Two.

 

It’s amazing how a story created by two writers can suddenly take on a life of it’s own.  The Captain and Xzilia; a collaborative piece – is now in it’s second installment, with a new and exciting twist of events.  Not all is what is seems.  Written over eight hours, dreamcircle125 and I are proud of the results.  Please enjoy, part two.

 

Genre – Fantasy, Vampires, Time travel, sci-fi and vampires.

 

PART TWO 
RB-  Louis stood with his arms folded as he regarded the woman who had not only taken them from the reality of the modern day world, but from the shadow realm to her own time.  It was not exactly what he had planned, but she was not exactly what she seemed to be either.  A witch perhaps?  More than a simple Vampire that was for sure.  Able to time travel as well.  This was starting to add up to a creature that was able to walk the void and beyond that.  He said nothing as he heard her fingers snap and the teeny tiny ship that had been bobbing about in the water like a cork in the bathtub was now full size and the damage that it had suffered was substantial.  
Louis groaned and slapped his palm to his forehead – dragging it down his face, before rubbing his fingers along his stubbled chin.  The woman had darted off, leaving him there to ponder all that had transpired.  With a light shrug, he found a barrel on which to sit since he figured that he wasn’t going anywhere soon in a hurry – not if this world was another of her making.  Since he had some time, he did let his eyes wander up and down the jetty.  The strong smell of sea air was a comfort, though the stench of rotting fish he could surely do without.  He reached into his pocket and took out his fob watch, unlocking the hood and checking the time.  Louis shook his head when he realized exactly what time in history they were in.  His motorcycle back at the club was bound to get impounded, if he was going to be away as long as he thought he might be.  Pity.
Seeing the woman finally return with a crew of men that all jumped to attention and acted on her orders to get the ship back to being in tip top condition, Louis cocked his head to the side, and spoke with his arms still folded.
“How exactly do you plan on paying them, lovey?  By giving them a good view of what lay beneath your skirt?”
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DC:   A sour look went to the man and she gave a smirk. She figgled with a ribbon in her hair and looked towards the men.
“I would never allow these men to see the fruits of my body, however a hefty increase in their shillings would be nice. Because what you don’t know is that i own half this town.” She tilts her head and allows hair to flutter into her face. Eyes were a chocolate brown that glowed in the sun as she stared at him pleasantly, right now she posed no threat only showed something calm and sweet.
Looking back at the ship being repaired she raised her arms over her head and yawned. Spring weather had always made her sleepy and she rubbed her eyes to remove the tears. Groggily speaking she looked at Louis.
“Do you want to go look at the other ships in the port?”
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RB- One thing about the change in time periods, was that Louis was now dressed as he would have been the day that he first stood behind the wheel of his ship.  It suited him a great deal better than the ordinary club attire he had been wearing at the start of the night.  In fact, you could say that he truly belonged in this era…just not this particular place.  Watching the girl fidget with the ribbon in her hair, and saying that she’d never allow  them to see the fruits of her body, the Vampire interjected.
“Yes….well, I guess they can’t be as lucky as I was to be privy to catch sight of your melons, lovey.  And…all for free, I might add.”
Louis didn’t mind at all, reminding her of the naked romp that she had done in the shadow world that she created.  But here, in this place she looked as though butter would not melt in her mouth.  He…knew otherwise.  A walking contradiction.  Pushing himself up off the barrel on which he had been sitting, he didn’t appear impressed by the wealth that she proclaimed to have.  He just dusted himself down while she raised her arms up over her head and yawned.  Was the poor dear tired?  
“And here I thought you were a night owl.  Be careful to close that pretty little mouth of yours, before something fills it.”  
Louis waltzed on past her and simply threw a remark over his shoulder. 
“Well, come on then, Queenie.  Let’s see the other ships you own.”
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DC:   
All types of ships bob in smaller ports as she leads the sailor to the much larger area. Slowly they began to grow in size and detail and she reaches the battle ships with a smile. Turning to Louis, Xzilia swept a hand over the three she had prepared for him.
“They should be able to fit your needs, I noticed only a few cannons on your ship when i studied it earlier and I felt sad if it were to battle one of the, more, forbidding ones.” She then regarded the previous statement this man brought up and threw in the payment.
“Now, you are not one of the lucky ones. All because you seen a glimpse of this body does not mean you have seen it all. For the fact of you catching a ‘glimpse’ you will now work for me as a ship captain, attacking and pillaging some of my more annoying enemies along the sea.” 
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RB – The boards of the wharf creaked and groaned as the pair strolled along.  By the way that Xzilla walked, he could see that she was definitely a woman of worth in this society and era.  Complete opposite to the shot guzzling beauty at the bar.  In fact, it was amusing to see her with grace and airs.  If she owned the town as she said she did, Xzilla acted like it.  All pomp and ceremony.  
Louis stood stoically when she passed her hand out to the water at a row of battleships, all armed to the teeth with cannons, and worthy of any deserving Captain.  Xzilla boldy said that they would suit his ineeds as she took the time whilst almost crushing his ship, in seeing what it bore.  They were impressive, the vampire could not deny this fact, but what he had said earlier about catching a good glimpse of her naked form, left her with a little bit of a sour taste in her mouth.  More than happy to let him know that although he had only seen a glimpse, there was more to her than met the eye.  Now, this could have brought about a flood of rude and rather suggestive series of comments that would see him going down into the gutter, but it was her next statement, that truly had him laugh loudly.
Was he to be on her payroll?  
“Me?…Work for you?”  Louis placed his splayed hand upon his chest as thought mortally offended by the very idea.  He strolled around in a circle, a real bounce in his step as he looked to the sky and chortled.  “Attacking…pillaging your ‘more’ annoying enemies?”  When did they suddenly become bosom buddies?  He twirled on the ball of his right foot, his jacket rising and spinning with him.  
“Who exactly are your enemies, Queenie?”  Were they worth the trouble?
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DC:  She sighed heavily, she was trying to be nice to him but as a natural vampire he was full of surprises. Well, for her she may not be bloodthirsty anymore, her recent feeding had cleared and calmed her nerves, but she could still have a few tricks up her sleeves.
“Xzilia, and I have had some troubles with both Britain and France being against my – ways of the sea. Only humans can captain human ships they say, then decided to take it upon themselves to attack them.” She rolled her eyes finding even the thought of them too troublesome. She was about to explain herself more when in the background drunken cheers chimed out, a smile appearing.
“And as if in a drunken stupor your first mate comes to greet you. Would you like to see?” She turns to see a jolly crowd soon singing one of the taverns favorite songs. Xzilia’s foot taps along to the beat as the entire port begins to sing to the catchy song.

 

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RB-  Louis was not an easy fellow to impress, and Xzilla was going to have to do a lot more than just announce that for the sight of her breasts, he was now in her employ.  Every deal required a sweetener, so to speak.  As he listened to her, it became obvious that she was truly different from the others of her time.  More like he had been, so long ago.  Did they have more in common, then first thought?  It had been hundreds of years, since Louis had been to a place like this.  In fact, the more he inhaled the scent of the sea air, the more his memory was returning to him.  Naturally, he was guarded – as he had a right to be.  This woman was more fickle than a winter storm.  Changing direction from this way to that.  
So her enemies were France AND Britain?  Xzilia sure knew how to pick her enemies.  The reasons were that the humans, as he learned were still dominant in this era – were against the supernaturals from having the right to captain ships.  Louis continued to stroke his chin, while listening.  A gruff sound coming from the pit of his belly in indignation to the ways of the fleshies.  Louis caught the eye roll by Xzilia, and this was also noted.  They did have a common enemy after all.
But the conversation was to be interrupted by the raucous sound of drunken singing, that came from the direction of the local tavern.  It was not just the tavern folk that were raising their voices either, but it appeared to be all those in ear shot.  This was turning into a musical of sorts, and the Captain let out a sigh as he stood by the toe tapping woman.
“Lead the way…Xzilia.”  Yes, he just used her name.
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DC:   She shook her head and turned away to walk back up the shore. She listened to the singing turn to boisterous laughter and followed the only drunk female voice among the crowd. Shoving through the crowd Xzilia makes her way to the door where a pink hair woman clanks her mug with someone elses. When she spots Xzilia she grins and yanks her under her arm, holding her head tightly.
“Ya shee this gal! Shee’s the best daymn gal arwound!” Her head sways as she leans in close and whispers something into Xzilia’s ear. With a nod the woman’s head is released and she stands, fixing her hair. Looking over at Louis, Xzilia places a steady hand on the woman’s shoulder and introduces her.
“This is Louana, she was a navigator on a British ship, until she betrayed them and sunk their ship by guiding them into jagged rocks just off shore. She is a siren when provoked. I was hoping you could take her under your wing so she can get her drunk ass out of the local taverns.” With a firm yank on the womans collar Louana is forced to stand, causing her to drop her mug of spirits. 
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RB – Trudging along behind Xzilia, the Captain wasn’t sure what to expect from the sounds of the voices raised in song.  But on opening the door, there was one that stood out from all that were swaying in time to the beat of the musician’s drum.  A pink haired lass, with tresses that went down to the very base of her back.  You could say that she was fetching, but there was something else about her that made the Captain quirk a brow.
It was her voice.  In stark contrast to that of Xzilia, she spoke as though she had salt water in her veins.  Not to mention a few litres of rum.  Louis tried to hide his amusement, when he saw the pink haired vixen take Xzilla into a head lock.  They were more than just friends, that was clear to see.  He couldn’t imagine Xzilla holding still for too long if he tried such a form of greeting.  What words were whispered between the pair, that had the pink lass start to act more formal.  Women….seriously.  Can’t understand them…no…you just can’t understand them.
Introduced as Louana, a former navigator of a British ship; Louis gave a polite nod in her general direction.  Any navigator that could drive a ship to the rocks, must know what she is doing.  NOT!  Course it had been done on purpose, for vengeance.  That part of women he DID understand.  Nothing worse than a woman’s scorn.  But when Xzilla gave the girl’s collar a hard yank and made her stand to attention, and spill the contents of her mug of grog – the Captain considered the worth of having a near drunken slush as a member of his crew.
“Hmmm.”  Louis strolled over and walked around the woman, as though he was at one of the slave yards, or cattle markets.  She had a nice arse, that was for sure.  But bums don’t navigate ships.  He needed to know she could be trusted not to run his ship aground like the British.
“Sober her up….and I’ll consider it, Xzilia.”
How she did that, was her business.
DC:  “Not the best idea, but if you will consider her that way then fine. I’ll meet you at whatever ship you choose.” Xzilia grins and tugs Louana along, who is obviously fighting against her. Eyes bugged out she knew what was to come if she grew sober now. 
“No! P-please don’t let her sober me!!” The siren pleaded, kicking her booted feet about, until they were no longer in sight anymore. The tavern however began to calm down, some people even left the area to continue on with their activities. An hour passed and the pair walked down the street, a very sore looking Louana regretted every action she did up until now. Touching such a lovely woman in such a hasty matter resulted in a heavy ass whooping to add to the vulgar liquids that was forced down her throat.
Xzilia was feeling somewhat better now, having beat the stupidity out of the stubborn siren. She felt confident Louana will get back on the sea and stop being so lazy in the taverns. Arriving at the sea port they looked for Louis, just to see what boat he decided to pick.
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RB – Louis didn’t hang around in the tavern while waiting for Xzilla to get the navigator sorted.  He was certain she had her own methods for a quick sobering lesson, and with the turn of his boot, Louis strode out of the establishment, whistling to himself as he walked.  Most of those that had been in the tavern were now making their ways to their own jobs for the day.  It was not the kind of place that had the sailors and dock workers being drunk off their faces the whole time.  They wanted to earn their shillings, then they needed to work for it.
Now, the only thing left to do was chose a ship.  Louis was interested in one that was fast, not overloaded and huge.  So, with this in mind, he strolled along the jetty – passing numerous vessels.  It was not just frigates that were moored at the wharf, but also fishing vessels.  On the docks, there were sailors telling tales as they worked on their nets.  Laughter and of course the odd swear and cuss thrown in.  Every man had some sad song in his heart, and then of course there were the songs about the girl that they lost their hearts to.  A few threw him the odd glance, perhaps because of his attire, but Louis did have a certain way to his stride that had him appear to be more regal than the rest.
Finally, he came to be in front of a frigate that had just the right amount of sail.  A fast looking ships.  Guns of course, and a busy crew.  Louis turned and folded his arms as he surveyed the ship with a critical eye.  
“This might do nicely.”  It wasn’t new by any means.  There were a few odd battle scars, but this was a good thing. It meant that it survived whatever was thrown at it.  He glanced at the name that was engraved on a plaque on the side.
“The Devil’s Mistress.”
How appropriate.
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DC:   “You choose the Mistress and not the Maiden? Why am I not surprised at your decision.” Louana commented aridly as she waved a hand in the air. When she approached Louis she placed her hands on her hips and leaned to put her weight on her right foot. Her eyes scanning the man that stood before her she clicked her tongue as if to expect something more to come to her. “Your suppose to be my captain? Why should I follow your lead upon the sea and not just my own wraith that calls?”
Her one good eye stared at him with the swirling of the seas whirlpools. However, she turned away and glanced at the watery mother herself and she sighed. It had been years since she was upon its rocking tides and she missed it, but she didn’t miss the commands that came with the boat. Drawing a sharp breath, and ignoring any answer this new Captain of hers had come up with, she made her way to the boat, her heels tapping the planks she walked on.
“Lets get going, all I need to show you is how I can steer right?” And up on the boat she went in one graceful leap. She meant business if it meant getting back onto the waters again and living her passion.
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RB-  Louis was starting to prefer this girl a little more tipsy, now that she had sobered up, she was turning into a nagging nelly.  The Captain stared down his nose at her when she stood in such a fashion, as to be giving him the once over.  Hands on hips and that cocky swagger.  Great….  Just what the Captain needed.  She was like the kind of wife you kept at home.  Yes, that is what she reminded him of.  Add a few curlers, and a cigarette hanging from that pouting bottom lip – in a shapeless nightie.  Every man’s waking nightmare. The thought was enough to turn his stomach.  And he had to sail with this?
“I am just THE Captain, not your Captain, thank you very much.”  
Oh they were off to a rocky start. No wonder she was a siren.  She belonged on a rock.  Hmm, maybe he can push her onto one and then continue on with his sailing.  That made his lips curve up into a smile of sorts.  
“Because, my dear.  Your wraith might have a tendency for running a ship aground, that’s why.”
Did he need to explain everything about the lore of the sea.  One thing he knew for certain was that women on ships, was not the done thing.  That is what they had cabin boys for.  Seeing her leap up onto the ship after traipsing up the ship’s plank, he rubbed his temple.
“Its a well proven scientific fact, that women bring bad luck when they board a ship.”
Yes, he could feel it in his waters already.  This girl was going to be more trouble than she was worth.  He marched on up the plank after her, as the crew continued to load supplies.  On reaching her side, he leaned over and said.
“Do you even know where the wheel is?”
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DC:   She rolls her eyes and they land on her ‘Captain’ before giving her usual line. “You can either have me at the wheel or staring at a map, sir. But even if your not my Captain I’ll still follow your rules.” It may be a line she says often, always being told a woman wasn’t allowed on board a ship was the same as the humans laying the law down about only humans steering ships. 
A flick of her hair and she sidled up to the wheel and leaned against it, awaiting Captain’s orders. Meanwhile, Xzilia was at a small home knocking softly on the wooden door. A man answered, looking as if he had just woke up before scowling and slamming the door in her face. Xzilia furrowed her brow in anger and knocked again, a little harder again.  Again it opened to the same man and again that same man slammed the door, but not without flashing a smirk.
“Go away Xzilia! You are not welcome!” He shouted flopping on his couch, but no was something Xzilia didn’t take. She splintered the door with a single punch, causing the young man to duck for cover, then she politely knocked with a carefree smile.
“I’m coming in anyways, I have something to discuss with you.”
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RB-  Twirling the large signet ring upon his ring finger, the Captain could smell the scent of the Siren as she saddled up next to him.  Fair flicking and still cocky as they came.  Was this some sort of joke on Xzilla’s part to put this woman on his ship, with an important job no less?  He had to wonder just what was said between the two, in between dunking Miss Pink’s head in a vat of ice cold water to sober her up fast.  Louis’s lips thinned as the girl was simply not going to go away.  The words…”shark bait” kept creeping into his mind.  All these wicked ideas of how to dispatch her from the ship in the most hedonistic ways possible, were now his only source of entertainment.
The crew were now pulling up the gang plank and readying to bring up the anchor, as well as untie the ropes that kept the ship moored to the wharf.  Truth be told, he didn’t have a freaking clue where they were, as far as location.  He needed to see a map before he could even give orders.  Taking out an eyeglass, he extended it and then scanned for the outlet to the ocean.  
“Bring her about and have her make for open waters.  I’ll be in my cabin checking the maps.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”  A first mate gave a salute of sorts and starting barking orders at the crew.  This gave Louis the chance to go and see what state the Captain’s quarters were in, and also to find out just what stocks of blood were kept on board.  Or did they have bodies down below.  He walked silently past the siren and made his way down the stairs, to head for his cabin.
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DC:   The sails dropped and the boat had a sudden jerk as it caught a strong wind. Spinning the wheel sharply Louana misses an incoming boat by a hair and snickers as she watches her dear Captain almost loose his footing. However she was only running on half visibility and still was in the busy port. Navigating through the tight spots of the boats to get to the precious open waters, but eventually they reach then and she whistles for the Captain.
“Captain, the open waters await you. That and one massive French battle ship…” She shouts as the glitter of the ships sails insignia comes to view. If she could remember right they attacked the city last week, were they trying to surprise them again?
Flipping up her eye patch she counted the numbers against them, one ship and about 300 men on top and stored below. About 50 cannons, the front equipped for ramming, it was a monster to any normal boat and crew. As the ship grew nearer she heard the city sirens echo behind her and she grinned with excitement, her captain better hurry before she takes matters into her own hands.
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RB-  The Captain had been on his way to his cabin, when the ship was caught in a heavy turn of the wheel – sharp enough to almost make him lose his footing.  His head instantly looked skyward, as he wondered what in blazes that girl was up to.  Turning on his heel, he bolted back up onto the deck, only to see the girl steering her way between other vessels and taking the ship out of the inlet.  What awaited them however, was a ship that was flying the French colours.. And not just any ship, but one of the Royal fleet.  Grasping the side railings of the ship, he growled under his breath.  That ship was one that was well built, armed with as many as fifty cannons and a large crew of hardened sailors.
He felt like he had not even been in the ship an hour, and it was already about to be tested of its might in battle.  Louis pushed himself off the railing, and barked orders for the crew to prepare to face the enemy head on.  He took the stairs, two in his stride as he made it up to the ship’s helm.
In the background, the city was on alert of the oncoming threat.  Loud wails coming from the shore and the docks.  It was as if the whole thing had been planned.  No wonder Xzilia was no where to be seen.  The Captain grabbed the wheel, near knocking Louana from her feet, as he tried to get the ship to pitch to the right.  A full on ramming would do neither ship any good.  
“Arm the cannons!”  He roared.
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DC:   She stumbled some and growled, but took nothing back as she flipped down her eye patch. Looked as though she wasn’t going to show her skill and therefore she went off to help the crew. She steadied one of the cannons as it rolled up and had one of the others take hold as she loaded one other. 
The France ship kept a steady speed as you could hear the men hoot and holler their war sounds. Louana smirked solely to herself as she steadied another cannon.
“Cannons ready captain!!” She shouted as the ship sped towards them. At the moments before the cannons fired she enjoyed the most. Her lungs filled with salty air and the breeze that lifted off the water sang to her sense. A power rang deep within her soul and right when the cannons rang out she began to sing.  Her voice caused the France ship to jerk to the side, making both the perfect target and a few men to go overboard.
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RB-  With the ships coming alongside each other, thanks to the Captain’s good steering, his order to arm the guns came to herald the opening fire of many a cannon, with Luana manning one of them.  Cannon smoke became a mask of sorts, as some of the crew swung across to the French ship to begin cutting down the french sailors were they stood.  Massive blast holes caused shrapnel and splintered wood to fly in all directions, some becoming embedded in the bodies of those fighting on the opposite ship.  The water was turning to the colour of blood, as the fighting picked up on the French ship.  The Devil’s Mistress was certainly keeping true to her name, as the Captain withdrew his cutlass and reached for the nearest rope on the side of his ship.
“Take the wheel!”  He ordered Louana, and then swung across the sea between the two ships, to join the fighting with his crew.  They say a Captain should never leave his ship, but on this occasion he was not about to let his crew have all the fun.  
On landing, he skillfully wielded his sword and cut a man across the stomach – the sailor dropping forward and his guts falling out on the clean deck below him.  The scent of fresh blood flowing, only heightened the Captain’s senses, and he went on to take up swords against another – this time an officer.  The two swords raised and clashing with the hum of steel.  It was a sight to see Louis in his element.
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DC:   Louana did as told; she stopped her singing and reacted to the captains words. However, now the enemy ship was able to move as the open sails reacted to the wind. It thrust forwards a bit and Louana shifted the wheel to avoid unnecessary collisions.  Somehow though the ship had a mind of its own when those sails were open. She had two choices, avoid unnecessary accidents or take care of the enemy sails. 
She decided to do both and called out for a sailor for assistance and she spun the wheel to avoid the ship once more. Demanding the man to scour the enemies sails above she sent him off.
Meanwhile, Xzilia found herself arguing with the man in his living room. She demanded to speak with him and his daughter and he was fussing over the door. All the while a small girl, not any older than 10, stood in the doorway with wide eyes. She watched her father argue with some woman and she was thoroughly confused, until she seen the woman’s face and shook her head.
“Hey!! Shut up you old farts!” Her voice rang loud and she crossed her arms, tapping her toes in anger.
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RB- The sound of the blade as it pierced right through a man’s skull would be a sound that you would not ever want to hear again.  It was a wet crunching sound, and when added to the sailor’s dying screams the combined effect was spine chilling.  Louis reefed back his blade as another fell to the deck in a bloody heap.  Eyes practically hanging out of their sockets – staring outward at nothing.  The Gods would gain many a soul this day, if none did not make their way to Hell first.  The French ship lurched and pitched heavily as the man at the wheel was trying to make his ship collide with the Devil’s Mistress.  The Captain vanished in a black haze before appearing behind the wheel’s man and bit down savagely into his neck – the shock of which had the man release the wheel from his grasp and madly try to put his hands around behind him and stop this vicious assault.
No sooner had the ill fated sailor tried this ill advised move, did the Captain snap his neck in two and drop him to the ground.  The pirates from his own ship, were doing a damn fine job in giving the frenchies what for – bloodied bodies laying strewn across the deck, their finery of uniform now tainted with their own blood.
Next thing the Captain knew, the sails of the French vessel were coming under attack, and this would only serve to cause the ship to lose its power in the water.  Without the sails, they were a sitting duck.  The guns continued to fire between the two ships, and the damage was considerable.  Only one would survive the onslaught, but which would it be?
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DC:   Leaning heavily on the wheel Louana steadied herself between the jerks of the colliding cannons and dodging the ship. Only when the sails were torn could she stop worrying, but she wasn’t out of the clear. Sitting beside this ship made them easy targets for the blasphemous cannons, a great amount more powerful. 
 
Without any orders, which was strongly against what she lived for, she steered the ship forward and around to the back of the French’s. No threats seemed to come from here as she rested; she seemed oddly weak for just sitting behind a wheel. Something wet trickled down her leg and she chuckled, not even needing to look at the wound. Checking off her vital signs she found no need to remove the large splinter in her side and the smaller ones in her left leg.
 
“What a fine experience for my first time on sea in years.” She shook her pink hair and hefted a heavy sigh as she listened to the chaos of war. Yet from back here she wouldn’t know when they would need her. Stepping from the wheel she walked to the front of the boat and watched up the side of the French’s boat.
 
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RB-  Loius thundered along the deck like a man possessed.  Any crew man that was in his path of destruction, soon met with their maker, as his sword made short work of them.  Slashing with supernatural force, that sent blood flying.  The deck was now awash with the blood of french sailors, and the Captain of the French ship was now backed into a corner.  Three against one, as most of his crew were either fighting to save their own lives, or dying off like flies.  The Captain dropped to his knees, speaking rapidly in a language that many of the Devil’s crew did not understand.  Louis came through the throng like the sea itself was parting in the wake of a great animal.  He stared the man down.  What a coward to not fight for his life, and instead wait for death to come…on his knees, like a woman.  Louis spat at the man.  Blood of his own crewmen mixed in with the foul saliva, that drenched the French Captain’s face.  Grovelling like a beggar on the streets, he crawled on his knees to Louis.  Babbling in french about his wife…his children.  His home.  Louis cared not for this man, and grabbed him by the scruff of the hair of his head, and drove his sword deep into the man’s neck.  It was a cruel and horrible way to die, the French Captain jerking and going into shock, as his lungs filled with blood.  Soon blood was pouring out of his mouth, and his nostrils, till Louis released him.  The French Captain fell back as Louis stepped on his chest and withdrew his sword with one powered jerk of his hand.
With the French Captain dead, the crew fell away from the cannons….the battle was lost.  Louis held his blooded sword up over his head and roared in triumph, a sound that would carry across the waters….all the way back to Xzilia.
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DC:   Xzilia’s head raised to the sky and she smiled, he had done his part, he was worthy of her heart. She chuckled and looked back to the two before her, shaking the daughters hand politly.
 
“Please, Miss Xzilia, pass our good word to the captain that has defeated our enemy. If he needs skilled marksmen we will gladly be of assistance to him.” The girl bowed her head and shut their newly fixed door. Xzilia nodded her head and made her way to the port to see the ship in the distance.
 
Louana smiled small as she went back to the wheel and sailed the ship around again. Stopping, she looked at the mass bodies littering the French ship as the crew began to load back onto the ship. 
 
“You sure have out done yourself Captain, was it fun?” She noticed he was covered in blood, what a stupid question to ask her captain.
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RB-  The words and tales of Louis had not been heard for nearly four hundred years.  Though in the modern era, he had no ship, nor crew to call his own.  He was a traveller.  Born of a different time, and belonging nowhere.  This moment however, as he wiped the blood of the French Captain off his sword, with the flag of the French as a rag, he was once again in his element.  He took a moment to inhale sharply, so he could savor this win for what it was worth.  All around the fallen were now massive piles of corpses that would be picked apart by the scavengers of the sea.  The Captain was about to disembark before swinging back to his own ship, but not before setting down a torch that had the French ship burst into flame.  It was like a tinder box on the seas, and its flames would be seen far and wide.  Dare anyone to mess with the Captain and his crew and they would soon see themselves at the bottom of the ocean blue.
The Captain landed back aboard his own deck with a dull thud, and the roar of the courageous crew met his return.  They had casualties, but nothing that rivaled their french counterparts.  
Hearing Louana speak over the top of the din, asking if he had fun since he had out done himself, the Captain stared down at her as though she had something weird between her eyes.
“Bring on the next ship of lily livered bastards…I’m ready.”
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DC:   She chuckled, as much as she was begging for fun she was also begging for medical help. But not daring to disobey her Captain she steered the speeding ship further out to sea. They were leaving safe waters, out at the open the waters are more dangerous and it wasn’t just the ships. Legends be told of Louana’s old crew sailing the waters around the city. A ghastly ship that outnumbered any ship on the seven seas. They would more likely attack if they knew Louana had taken to the sea once more.
 
A wave crashed into the side and she gritted her teeth to keep it on course. The ship rumbled its protests, the holes drinking in water that the crew hurriedly tossed out. Were they in any shape to take on another boat? She glanced at her captain, was he prepared to lose his ship so soon? She shook her head and steadied the violently rocking mass of wood, spinning the wheel to ride with the waves. She flipped up her eye patch and scanned the sea for targets.
 
“Captain, I do not see a soul on the waters. Should we venture further?”
 
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RB-  The Captain took out his eyeglass, as she took off her eye patch.  The pair of them both staring in the same direction.  Only for a moment did he actually let his hand lower, to cast his eyes back down at the girl, who was bleeding all over the deck.  Not exactly a wise thing to do right next to a vampire…Siren or not.  He shook his head a little to snuff out any desire to feed on her.  Really, he was covered in more blood than what was on the deck.  Still, she had a nice allure to her smelling the way she did.  Louana was right of course, the seas were deserted.  All hopes and thought put into using just one heavily armed ship, as opposed to a fleet.  Reckless and foolhardy were words that he would use to describe the French Admiral’s folly.  Snapping closed his eye glass, he spun his finger and gave the order.
“Back to port.  Guess we gotta patch up the ship….and some of the crew.”  Was this a touch of humanity, seeping out from the Captain’s own wounds?  Nah.  He was a bastard and everyone knew it.  It was why he was the Captain.
“Well, go on.  Turn her around.”  Louis grumbled, then made a lip smacking sound.  “And…get your leg looked at.  Before I bite it off.”
He then left the helm to her watch.
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DC:   Louana almost giggled, but gave a smile when he made such a comment. Violently spinning the wheel she lead the ship back to port and was relieved to see the finest medics waiting. She and the rest of the crew filed off, helping wounded along the way. Louana stayed seated on a nearby crate just off to the side as someone wiggled free the smaller splinters in her leg. Somebody else would have to tear out the larger one, nobody dare attempt to try. She spotted her captain and quickly got up, ignoring the pain of having a splinter rip from her leg. 
 
“Captain! How did I do? Would you accept me as part of your crew?” She may be a bitch on the sea, but she was eager to sail upon it. Being this eager may get her denied, but she had – other annoying ways of getting the job. Even if she had to use bloody measures and starve the man, maybe even leave him on the brink of death, whatever it took for him to accept her on the boat.
 
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RB-  The ship was now moored back at the docks, and the sound and commotion from both those on the wharf, and those getting carried off was enough to make a man want to stuff his fingers in his ears.  Louis strode around the deck, pushing the odd french body over the side as he did so.  The large splash being heard now and again as he cleaned his ship of french filth.  Course, his thoughts would be interrupted by that pink haired siren yet again.  She was a persistent little thing.  Great hunk of a splinter clattering to the deck as someone had tried to prize it out, and she managed to do it herself, just by getting off a box.
Louis placed his hands squarely upon his hips and regarded the girl again with that critical eye.  Yes, she did manage to keep the ship from being blown apart, that was one good thing.  Didn’t bitch and moan about being hurt.  Carried on her duties while making a mess of the deck.  He’d seen men act more girly than this woman.  As much as he hated to admit it, she’d done a bang up job.  Maybe this whole…curse of women on a ship was just a fable after all.
“You be on trial.  Say, a month. Then, after that…we’ll talk.”  It was as good as she was going to get, in fact, this was the most generous he had been to anyone.
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DC:   Eyes widened and a wave of shock washed over her, she passed the first test and impressed the un-impressible. She may not have gotten a straight forward yes, but she didn’t get a no either. Without thought she grabbed the mans face and pulled him to her, delicate and soft lips pressed against his as she gave him an unforgettable kiss. Pulling away she now looked like a wreck as she whispered her words.
 
“Thank you sir…” And she fell to the ground, raspy breathing and fast heartbeat, the blood loss put her in shock as medic carried her away. A few crew mates whistled at the captain and patted his back, getting a kiss from that siren was damn near impossible. Even if she was in a drunk stupor you couldn’t even get her into bed.
 
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RB-  The last thing that Louis ever expected this woman to do, was grab his bloody face and plant a kiss on his lips.  Delicate and soft like being touched by a feather, only it felt a whole lot nicer than a feather.  In fact, the Captain completely forgot himself for the moment.  His eyes wide in surprise but those eyelids of his fell as he returned the kiss.  It was only when she pulled away and he heard the roar of the crew.  A mixture of emotions riddled his face, and he looked…embarrassed.  That was until she fell to the ground at his feet.  
“Yes…*grumble*…Hmmph.  Get back to work you dogs!”  He barked at the other members of the crew, who were still enjoying the Captain’s moment.  He watched her being carried away by a few of the medics that were on hand from the wharf.  Only when she was down off the ship, did he turn away and place his fingers up to his lips.  
Being kissed by a siren….well that was a notch on his belt.
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DC:   Xzilia was posted a few yards away as she watched the men fix his old boat. Was this worth her time? She had seen the kiss, Louana was far more fetching than she was. Looking down at herself she sighed and stared back at the boat. A worker came over and conversed with her, there were some problems getting the main mass to stay in place; they were fixing it outside of their normal area.
 
Agreeing to help she pushed herself from the barrel she was leaning against and followed the worker up to the boat. A few men struggled to keep it from swaying, but when Xzilia took hold it was in solid place.
 
“Get this thing sturdy before my arms give way!!” She shouted and they immediately scurried about to fix the mass in place. After the hardware was finished all they had to do was add ropes and sails. 
 
Xzilia removed herself from the boat and headed back to the barrel to think. She had so many questions and concerns in her head that now she didn’t know what to do.
 
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RB-  Louis came down the gang plank with his boots still covered in the blood from battle. In fact, he was caked with it.  Splattered across his face crudely, even dotted through his hair.  Here was a man that lived and breathed to fight, only in the modern world, they were not ones to celebrate such a man.  He’s most likely be locked up for life.  Xzilla stood out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of all the others that were going about their duties on the wharf.  She was heading to a barrel for some reason, the Captain knew not why.  Louis came up behind her and coughed loudly.
“So…got rid of one of your enemies, Xzilia.”  Louis said, brushing his blooded hand back through his disheveled hair.  Lowering his hand, he regarded her for a moment.  She didn’t look all cocky and stuck up like before.
“What’s eating you?”
Louis folded his arms and awaited her answer.
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DC:   She didn’t even hear him come up behind her, but when he coughed it only made her heat race as she gave him a short and sour look. She felt proud that he rid of one pest, get the word out about us having a new captain. But when he mentioned her attitude she looked towards the boat for an excuse.
 
“I was sitting here watching these men, they may be following the framework of your old boat but none of it is correct. I was pondering on how to fix this problem at hand, then I thought about it…we stain the wood with the death and blood it ever so craves.” She may have spoken those words, but she didn’t entirely believe them. 
 
Looking back she wondered why she so hastily decided that he was to work for her and then be greedy enough to claim him as hers. He could down right hate her right now and only be putting up with her because there was no way back to the modern world; even though her city was only a few years behind.
 
She leaned against the barrel and crossed her arms, how was it that this all started. She could have easily let him have his way at the parking lot, let him do what he wanted. Then she could have been on her merry way and so would he, but there was something about him that made her want to introduce him to her home, her world. It was his inner self calling and craving for the action. She took it upon herself to give him what he wanted without even asking his permission, she was selfish.
 
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RB-  :”Bullshit.”  One word.  Oh, he listened to her muddle on about how she had been watching the crew and the way they were following the framework of his old boat, but there was not an ounce of truth to what she was saying. It was like listening to the Secretary of State address the media about the latest bill.. Utter bullshit.  “That has to be the first time I have ever heard you lie.  And to my face.”
He was right, she knew he was right.  Why?  It was all in the way she held herself, her body language speaking volumes.  Louis reached for her arm and turned her so she had to face him.  Had to stare up into those dark eyes that narrowed as he gained focus.
“You were in such a rush to make me a Captain.  I was to be…under your employ.  Controlled by you.”  These words might seem harsh, but often the truth was brutal.  “THEN you go and put a bloody siren on board.”  He gestured to where the siren had been taken by the medics.  She had to have seen the pink haired minx kiss him.  The bloody crew made enough noise afterwards to wake the dead.
“If you think…for one moment I am interested in that pink haired waif….think again.”
There…he said it.  How would she react?
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DC:   What? What did he mean then, if he wasn’t interested in her? No, this was not settled just yet and she glared coldly at this man and jabbed her finger into his chest.
 
“Don’t YOU lie to me, if you were not interested in her you shouldn’t he returned the kiss. Nor acted like you enjoyed it.” The thought of this man playing around with Louana’s feelings, made her rage boil out of control. There was no denying anything when you witness everything, she wasn’t stupid.
 
Releasing herself from his grasp she had to back away and cover her face, weakness is not an option and when she looked back she was blushing and almost crying. What was wrong with her? What did she just get into this time?!
 
“We are not toys to be played around with…” She had to get out of there or everything would be shattered, the backed away and then turned and ran.
 
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RB-  Feeling each prod that Xzilla made with her finger to his chest, was like a bird pecking at a silver backed gorilla.  It wasn’t that he didn’t feel it, it was seeing how her face flushed a dark crimson.  Those eyes, they were cold as ice but it was the heart inside of her.  Twisting and getting in a knot.  SHE WAS JEALOUS!
He opened his mouth as though to say something in reply as she ranted, but was quickly made to shut it again when she accused him of acting like he enjoyed it.  The girl was a siren.  Her kisses were unlike anything that was on God’s earth.  Of course he felt the tingle that one gets, but it didn’t mean he took it as a fancy.  He’d been berating the girl the entire time.  Even having a go at her and one point near knocked her flying.  Seeing Xzilia this worked up, to the point that she looked to be in tears had Louis look completely bewildered.  Women were so…bloody confusing.
“We are not toys to be played with.”  Her final words on the matter, as she backed away, as though trying to flee. THIS was a whole new side to Xzilia.  Vulnerability.  It was shocking to say the least.
“I didn’t damn toy with her….Xzilia…you’re being foolish.”  His words seemed lost to her, but as she ran from him he snarled and then vanished from where he stood, only to appear right in front of the direction she was running.  She could well run straight into him.
“What do I have to do to prove it?!”  He roared, before grabbing her face roughly and kissing her as hard as he possibly could.
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DC:   And that she did, colliding with his massive chest. She was stunned by his sudden appearance but even more so when he grabbed her face. She was barely able to utter a word when he kissed her, and at first she was confused, but she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck as she began to cry. Her kisses may not be as pleasant, but they were sweet per say and conveyed all of her emotions.
 
Time didn’t just seem to stop; she made it halt in its place when their lips met. It was like she was flying in a whirlwind of her own foolish emotions and love it. 
Nothing could ruin this, even the way he seemed to get angry with her nearly pulled her heart from her chest. When they finished she caressed his cheek before dropping her arm and turning all flustered. It truly happened, in over 5 billion years she had her first kiss with a man she truly cared for.
 
Looking up at his tall stature she would listen to anything he had to say before she herself commented an I’m sorry.
 
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RB- There wasn’t so much anger in the kiss, more frustration at her actions that led him to have to be bold in a move to stop her.  Yes, his lips could easily bruise hers, but it was the muffled sobs that came in between each time he took a breath that he started to realize that she actually wanted this.  Wanted it more than a woman could want anything.  Her arms wound their way around his neck tightly, as though afraid to let go of him.  How long had it been since she surrendered to what was her own true desires.  To be treated like the woman that lay beneath the cool exterior.  Louis had managed in an instant, to peel back her layers till she was completely raw…practically emotionally naked.  Only when her arm came around so that she could run her fingers down his cheek, did he see the true woman behind those cold eyes.
Her words of being sorry were met by a reaction, not more words. He scooped her up so her feet were no longer on the ground, and this time he kissed her as a lover might.  It was what she needed….and maybe he did as well.  He may have kissed a siren back before, but kissing Xzilia was the greatest gift a man could ever get.  Louis placed her upon the barrel, though her legs might well be wrapped around him.  He only broke the kiss, to rest his forehead to hers.
“Don’t ever run from me again….”
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DC:   It was all bliss, she expected something sly or rude to come from his mouth but what happened was even better. He made her fly and brought her back with a loving and tender kiss. Hands cupped his face and hair slithered down her shoulders as they rested their foreheads together.
 
“Don’t ever run from me again….” Hopefully she wouldn’t have to, no, there was no hopefully because she wont ever have to. He may be just as cold as she is on the outside, but they are the same inside. Lusting, at least she was, for another to call her own. Someone no one would take from her unless they wished for death, it was all a dream come to reality. 
 
She traced his lower jaw and hummed a happy tune, a Celtic song of legend love. Having her finger rest on his lips she had a thought come to mind and she looked him in the eyes some. Taking the finger to her lips she gouged it with a tooth and traced his lips once more hoping he would accept her gift. Hoping he would become hers fully.
 
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RB-  No one could ever say that Louis had a romantic bone in his body.  Yet when the moment came to silence Xzilia, he was able to do so in a way that brought about not only tears but unbridled joy.  Had he expected that she would react to his kiss…the second one with such happiness?  The woman practically radiated it.  From the cold of her touch, she soon warmed, as though basking in the rays of a dying sun.  The sounds and voices of those that went on with their work dulled out to nothingness, as the pair were only hearing the other.  Louis actually closed his eyes when he heard the faint tune of a Celtic song of love.  Old as time itself.  His eyes only opened when he watched her bite her only finger – enough to draw blood.  This same blood she traced along his lips.  Wetting them till they were as crimson as her own.  He gazed at her, without word.  Only to run his tongue along his lips and taste the absolute sweetness of her gift.  He may have been kissed by a siren, but this…this was by far a greater prize.  Watching him.  He actually started to change, as the blood ran throughout his veins.  Awakening him and even making him appear a little less ragged and worn.  Like the fountain of youth, her blood was like the key to the ultimate prize.
Only then, did he show something that could be considered a genuine smile.  Set against his weathered features, it was unique as it was handsome.
Louis may not have realized it at that moment, but he was now hers….for eternity.
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DC:   “Well look at this pair of birds, the annoyance of Xzilia actually bewitched a man?” The sharp and annoying sounds of a particular man ruined her happy thoughts. A scowl formed as she looked at Thomas and his daughter, apparently about to shop.
 
“Oh my! Is this the captain you spoke so highly of?!” His daughter grinned and rushed over to shake his hand. She was not from this time, but had her best in showing she was. And you could tell her color was yellow of any shade.
 
As her father teased Xzilia to extents unknown his daughter praised the Louis a little too happily.
 
“We are really grateful you kill those men with no mercy. I don’t know if Xzilia was able to tell you, you two seemed to be doing other loving things, but we are skilled marksmen. At least my father is a marksmen and I’m a scout. What I am saying is we are both highly skilled with guns.”
 
 
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RB-  Louis only pulled away from Xzilia on the sound of a man’s voice as he approached the pair.  Talk about bad timing.  The vampire Captain and his lady were enjoying a quiet and private moment, only to have this buffoon spoil the scene.    it didn’t take much for Louis to see that Xzilia was just as annoyed if not more so than him.  
Before he knew it, a young girl was boldy trying to shake his hand, whilst gleefully asking questions as to if this was the Captain that Xzilia had spoken of.  Louis’s eyes darted back to Xzilia with shrouded annoyance, before looking back at the girl and allowing her to shake his hand, before withdrawing it and letting it fall to his side.
“How did you know what had happened on board my ship?”
It was a reasonable question.  What happened out in the bay had not been relayed word for word, though the young girl acted as though they had been on the ship went the massacre took place.  It was almost as though the girl was trying to sell herself – as in explaining what she and her father were and how that made them useful.  To who?  Certainly not Louis.
“Why are you telling me all this?” 
Louis raised a brow, his suspicions now on high alert.  The young girl’s eagerness was in contrast to her father’s jibes at Xzilia.
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DC:   “Oh, I know everything that happened on that ship. I’m clairvoyant and Xzilia came to me earlier today to ask me to watch you.” She chuckled softly and answered his second question. “Plus, before we came to this era, my father was once a sailor. He didn’t do much but pillage the sea for his own gains. Then by force he ended up here. There is a lot of boring details but the reason I’m telling you this is maybe you could accept us as crew mate too!”
 
She may have been bold and acting beyond her abilities, but if it was to see her father happy instead of always fighting she would take the chances. As she was talking with Louis, Xzilia was doing something less cheerful.
 
She rubbed the bridge of her nose, arguing for Thomas to leave. Obviously he was having more fun than he thought and he wasn’t going to back down. He laughed darkly and ruffled her hair, skillfully and purposefully pissing her off. His daughter paid them no mind until she noticed the shadows pouring off Xzilia. A roar of anger possessed her and she stamped her foot as a scythe rose form the ground.
 
“I told you to LEAVE!!” She went after the laughing idiot, swinging and slashing at his running backside. His daughter gasps and called after him to stop, running off too. After a few moments of that Xzilia reappears from the shadows annoyed. “I am sorry Louis, so very , very sorry.”
 
~
RB- It was like experiencing something that you would see only on Jerry Springer.  People that came out of nowhere and started to mess with Xzilia, and of course, the ever chipper daughter talking up her father and his qualities.  Why could Louis sense that the pair of them would be even more trouble to him then Louana?  A sixth sense perhaps.  What bothered him most was that Xzilia had asked the girl to watch over him on the ship – like a second pair of eyes, to see how he performed in the course of duty.  He didn’t know whether to be extremely mad at this, or to think that she actually cared about how he acted on the high sea. Enthusiasm was one thing, but it was the father’s behavior towards Xzilia that really pissed him off.  Going as far as to play with her hair, like he was familiar to her.  Had Xzilia herself brought them from another time to this one, just as she had him?
Questions were starting to form in his mind, and none of them he liked.  He had just opened up to her in a way he had not with a woman in hundreds of years.  He tasted and accepted her gift….now this?
Seeing her run off after the man with her scythe slashing and swinging at the running man, Louis folded his arms angrily.  The girl gave chase, forgetting why she was even there, it seemed.  Only when Xzilia appeared out of the shadows, and offered repeated apologies, did Louis speak.
“Care to explain what the hell that was all about?”
Xzilia might have been annoyed, but Louis was far more.
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DC:   “Yes, I will. You see I was in the future way before your time and was trying to travel back here, drunk off blood and the fact that I was a wanted felon. I wound up about a few years behind and was taken in by his daughter, who was basically raising herself. Spent a year there recovering from a time travel mishap when she admitted to me of her power. She was expecting me and therefore wanted me to bring her along. Well, at the last week of me staying I got so annoyed with her nagging I agreed, that was also when her father decides to show up out of the blue. He notices a giant time hole in the air, his daughter holding some strangers hand, and the fact of us walking though. Following us he wound up here on an extremely hateful term with me, his daughters explanation cooled his head to where he has to annoy and ruin my life but we have never been on good terms.”
 
As she spoke her shadows slowly dissipated and she calmed, as she walked to lean on a barrel her clothes changed without warning and turned into the ones she wore when she was leaving the bar. This meant either trouble was near or she was hungry. Xzilia talked about how a warp hole opened and that she did, right in front of her she subconsciously opened a time hole. A rough wind blew about whipping up debris and her hair and coat.
 
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RB-  Listening to Xzilia with a raised brow, it was now becoming clear that she was nothing short of extraordinary.  The fact that she was able to transport herself and others to another dimension in time and space meant she was a time traveler – the kind that was only spoken about in legends.  Louis had his own secrets, and trinkets that he had gained along the span of his un life, but it did not compare to what Xzilia was.  Did it change the way that he felt about her?  No, it did however clear up some of the questions that he had in his mind.  Being a vampire as long as he had been, he had stayed youthful for so long, but his mind and his cold heart were old…very old.  She was far older.    At least now, the annoying little girl and her father were no longer bothering them, since Xzilia had scared the chap off with her scythe.  He could hardly blame her for the way she acted, he was far from amused at their familiarity.  
As he was about to speak, Xzilia changed in her appearance – to the very same clothing that she was wearing when he first met her.  Why did she change?  The answer to that came quickly afterwards, with the opening of what must have been a time portal.  Wind blew about them both, and as he watched her hair flying about, her coat lifting and falling with the wind gusts, he could see she was about to leave him.
Did she bring this about on purpose, or did this time not have what she needed.  Louis went to reach for her, just as a powerful wind blew him back and he tumbled to the ground out of her reach.
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DC:   She looked at him snapping out of a trance when he went tumbling. Not something that usually happened, shew wanted him with her but then again she wanted to surprise him with another gift. She smiled lovingly and whispered the tree magic words through the wind. She would be back in an hour, all he had to do was watch for the hole as she entered and it closed.
 
The wind ceased and she walked the silent black void of the Shadow Whisper, it had been awhile since she did this. Xzilia arrived at a particular time in an ally, a few minutes after she Louis followed inside the club. Eyeing Louis’s bike she made her way over to it and inspected it closely, nothing too complicated it could travel well. Placing her hand on the seat she shrank in into keychain size and picked it up. 
 
Before she left however, she eyed to two beefy bouncers and found her stomach growling in pain. “Food, they will be food for giving me sarcasm…” And she made her way over, not even luring them completely into the back ally of the club. She gouged out their throats before they turned the corner, and covered in their blood she headed back in time.
 
~
RB-  And just like that she was gone.  Louis could hardly believe it.  He scrambled to his feet, and ran a few steps but there was nothing there.  The portal had closed and left him in this time, while she was off….somewhere, doing God knows what.  “Well shit.” he swore, raising his arms up and slapping them down against his side, before running his fingers through his hair once more.  This was when he remembered that he was still covered in blood.  He actually raised an arm and he reeked.  Louis’s face crinkled up as it wasn’t all that pleasant.  With the girl and her father gone, and of course no sign of Louana.
Not knowing how long Xzilia would be, or if she would return, Louis decided he needs to bathe, but where?  In this day and age, it was not like they had bathrooms.  Or even if there would be something he could use on the ship.  Thinking for a moment, he then remembers the tavern.  Maybe they had a wash room there, if he paid.  Course, he had money, so that was not an issue.  With the ship now being worked on, and no need to rush off and fight any more frenchies, he decided to go back up to the tavern and have that much needed wash.
Reaching the tavern, he spoke to the inn keeper, who pointed out where they had a copper bath.  In the room, a young servant girl was ordered to bring heated water from a large kettle out the back.  It would take a while to fill, and Louis took off his clothing behind a screen tossing them onto a chair, where they would be taken to be washed.  Coming out as naked as the day he was born, he stepped into the tepid waters, and sank down  till he was now leaning back with his arms hanging over the sides.
~
DC:   Walking back across the black void she found that bubbles were floating up around her. Feeling strange she tried to take a breath only to have lungs filled with water. Freaking out she basically swam to the other end and burst through the surface of the water coughing and hacking over the side. Where the blazes did she end up??
 
After catching her breath she noticed where she was and her eyes widened, knowing exactly where she was now cause her to whip her head to the side and notice she was between the legs of Louis and his smug little face.
 
“Jezzus!!” She shouted and fell out of the tub, smacking her head with a loud crack. Growling in pain she curled into a little ball so she didn’t have to look at Louis. “I brought…” The rest was mumbles. Not only was she soaked but the clothes and blood clung to her as if to say don’t let us go.
 
~
RB-  It is the oddest thing to have the water suddenly have bubbles popping as though he had just let one rip.  Course, he hadn’t, which is why his eye twitched.  Suddenly there was a rumble beneath the surface of the water and it was then that Xzilia made her spectacular return from wherever in hell she had been.  Her shrieks however made him second guess himself and he looked down into the waters at his flacid member.  
“What?  Not seen a man naked before?”  He asked her as she fell out of the bath and cracked her head on the stone cold floor below.  She was bloody, wet….and oddly enough curled up in a ball.  Lazily, Louis made his way over to her side of the tub and looked over with his arms folded just hanging outside of the bath.  
“You sure have a way of sneaking up on someone.” Louis shook his head and then suddenly had a wonderful idea.  “This bath is big enough for two.  Why not take off those clothes and let me scrub your back.”
What an offer.
~
DC:   Rolling over she looks up at him in a blazing blush. To answer his question, the nearest she seen a man naked was underwear. A 5 billion year old virgin lay in his wake and she basically had her eyes raped by unlucky surprises. However, the offer of a warm bath did sound inviting and she wouldn’t mind if it was with Louis. 
 
Sitting up, her coat making a wet peeling sound, she crawled her way over to him and smiled. Softly pecking his forehead she withdrew his next gift, the bike he rode on the night they met. Considerably smaller and more durable the tiny bike had not broken and could even start with a button pressing. Much better shape than the measly boat.
 
“I went back to get this, didn’t know if you missed your time period or not.” And with that said she stood and started to peel of her clothes, while blushing heavily.
 
~
RB-  The blush that rose to her cheeks was an instant hit with Louis.  Nothing beat that.  Nothing at all.  He watched her with a cocky, amused expression as the slow peeling off of her wet clothing began.  Lucky Louis. That was what they should be calling him right now.  It was then that she produced something that he never thought he would see again.  His bike. Mind you, it was the size of something you would dangle on a key chain, but it was all in one piece.
“My bike.”  Yes, it was his bike.  He took it from her and toyed with it for a moment, before setting it on the small wooden stool that was next to the copper bath.  As much as he enjoyed her gift, it was what she was about to do, that he was looking forward to even more.  Louis slid back in the bath and let his eyes drink her in as she started to shed the wet clothing, that landed with a heavy splat upon the ground at her feet.  They had servants there that could pick them up, but that could wait.  He reached for the bath sponge and dunked it into the water, making light waves as he kept looking up at her.
“You’re blushing.  I like it.”  His voice had a deepness to it, as he gestured with the crook of his finger that she get in.  “Just turn around as you get in the bath, and let me do the work.”  Louis had no idea that she was a virgin of course, that was something he would need to find out…for himself.
~
DC:   She bit her lip nervously and made her way to the side of the tub. Spinning around she stepped her right foot in first then her left before sitting. Squeezing her eyes shut she relaxed herself closer to Louis and rand her hands along his lower legs. She felt his eyes always on her and found it to make her happy inside. Heart racing she removed her hands from his legs and played with her nails. What was he thinking right now?
 
Moving her hair out of the way she looked back at him and smiled. She didn’t care what he thought, why would he think so badly of her? 
 
“Louis? I love you.” She hoped the words weren’t too strong she did in fact say those three magic words before she entered through the hole. Would he change his mind since she announced so soon?
 
~
RB-  Louis caught on quickly that she was nervous. It was the nervous way that she bit her bottom lip.  Gone was the wild girl that he had met at the start of their adventures, no this was more like the girl behind her.  One that Louis wanted as much to make his, as he was hers.  She should have known that in accepting her blood, that she was already inside of him.  Now, he wanted to do the same.  But only in a different way.  It was almost as though he could hear her heart racing.  Like a horse galloping across the wide open plains.  He watched as she sat herself back down, and then glanced back over her shoulder.  Her hair carefully moved back so he could see the nape of her neck, exposed – much like the rest of her.  He brought the sponge up out of the water, and it trickled back into the bath, making it the only sound in the room aside from her voice.  Louis started to wash her back, moving his hand across till she said those four words.
His hand stopped midway, the sponge getting squished between his fingers, till he let it fall back in the water.  Louis then used his arms, to wind around and bring her back properly to him, so that her head could rest on his shoulder – her face turned to his.
“I loved you from the first moment I saw you, Xzilia.”  His eyes burning into hers, as he bent his head and kissed her with all the love that he had inside of him.  The water sloshed up and over the bath, as his free hand caressed her lovingly.  There was no rush in his movements, but she would know that with him, she would always be safe.
~
DC:   She questioned why he had stopped, was her words that powerful. Her answer came when he dropped the sponge and wrapped her in his arms. Louis? She didn’t know what to do but accept the warmth she felt when he pulled her closer. Was this his way of love?
 
Love at first sight for him? She wanted to know how that was possible, but didn’t want to ruin the moment as her head was tilted upwards. She stared into his eyes and they spoke volumes as he came in for a kiss.
 
Wrapped in warmth and undying protection she ended the kiss with a giggle; that turned into happy laughter. She was aglow in her shadowy arts, the only light shining. She turned to Louis and rested her head on his chest as she giggled softly.
 
“Stone cold and sarcastic falling for me so easily, and being a vampire pirate.” Her fingers traced his chest gently, gathering little water droplets along the way.
 
~
RB- Was love at first sight possible?  Was the fact that this minx being able to create holes in space and time possible?  Truth was, anything was possible if you wanted it badly enough.  She reciprocated his kiss, and welcomed it with a shy giggle.  This then turned into greater laughter, as she relaxed within the tepid waters.  Louis now had an amused expression that she found his statement to be comical, when others might be taking it in a more romantic vein.  Yet the joy of her laughter was melded with the art of her shadow making, and she actually glowed as she spoke.  This showed that she did mean every word she had said to him.  Course, she had to tease him lightly for it – that went without saying.
“When is love ever easy, Xzilia?”  
In any time, regardless of where they would be, the very fact that they could share a tender moment like this would be rare. Her fingers delicately tracing along his chest, as though toying with him.  Louis brought his own fingers up, to wind a lock of her hair around them, deciding to play along with her.  He could sense she was much like a skittered deer in her actions, and then he whispered something that might take her completely off guard.
“Have you ever laid with a man before?”
~
(to be continued)

 

Listen like Theives – The Finale of the Masquerade Ball of Greed : SS

 

With the Princess of Greed having taken flight to her chambers, the demons and thieves move their fights outside- while others try to steal Beserker from under Lydia’s nose.

Scene setting : Greed Kingdom, Seven Sins series.

This arc was written by eight writers originally.  Finishing off are Zetta, Moo, Temp, Nhal and I.

 

 

Zetta:  Blitz was prepared for another speech from the prince, as he was sure his attack was not fatal due to his dealings with such an ancient demon. But this served as a testament to his regenerative capabilities, if he wanted to kill him outright he would need to hit him with that to deal real damage against that non-physical form. Then he hadn’t a clue towards his opponent’s physical limits either, that thought called for some intuition in place though, as to which of the lords of hell was he currently up against. His thoughts usually moved at quite a fast pace, in the midst of a fight it was rare to have the opportunity to stop and think about the entirety of the situation. Yet the prince was inconsistent with his movements, slowly coordinating himself save for the one moment he had caught the half-god by surprise. Now the other man was floating about, while clearly audible, the prince would have to be ignored so that Blitz could hear his own thinking pattern above that voice. Cloud it out while his opponent led no offensive. He deduced that this was definitely not Pride, as he spoke more in regard to Anarchy Division than himself, which also ruled out Lust who would be more focused on some sort of sexuality rather than the dealings of his enemy. Similarly this was not Wrath either, as from what he gathered in the ball a war had recently happened between that Kingdom and this one which he now stood at it’s entrance. A gluttonous prince would probably not have even concerned himself with the likes of another without a selfish reason, and even if he had, while close range he doubted such a man would squander such an opportunity to simply eat his unsuspecting victim. The princess of Greed was the one who neglected his services, and was likely dealing with the templar on her own while this all went down.

Leaving only two viable possibilities, that this was either the Lord of Envy, or that of Sloth The other Prince in the ball with the guard had access to hell-fire but was idle during the whole confrontation inside, so he was most likely one of the last two as well. However it was a greater chance that this was sloth because of his continual habit to talk too much, he had so many thoughts in his head and dragged out words every time he spoke. With his final summary of thoughts, the other combatant had finally stopped talking and now Blitz could enter the fight with a greater awareness as to what he would be up against. The new form before him seemed threatening, he was too far to know of any new abilities though, but at least he was prepared to actually fight now. To avoid any attacks from the sky, the demigod would take himself to a heightened standing as well, formerly planting his feet on mid-air, the nether-realm’s law of physics altering itself to accommodate as if he was on solid ground. He ascended to the point being able to look at his opponent clearly, despite the change in appearance. “So you’re ready to get serious then, old geezer?” He would ask, briefly briefly relaxing himself before taking on a serious demeanor to match. Right then he would zoom forward at his target, waiting until the very last moment to extend an elbow outward towards him, he would then slam his free-hand’s palm into his other arm’s fist to apply a more dangerous impact.

At the last split-second before he could have made contact, he revealed this rush-tactic to be a feint and twisted his body with incredible agility. Matching this physical prowess with dexterity as well, his hands would come together, one open palm slapping against the back of another to better focus his energy at a heightened pace. Continuing the attack, he’d release an explosive wave of aether at the end of the tricky combination. It was at this moment that the doors to the ball opened, the party likely being over, and the templar-knight clad in holy artifacts being the first to leave.
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Cecil was not surprised in the slightest when the Princess’ enemy had been allowed to simply walk out of the front door after ruining her party and even showing himself directly to her. Lightly threatening her and pushing her to damage her own form after waxing off the lives of several former party-goers. For this he was convinced that while the old ruler of Greed might have been too headstrong in his desires, this one did not have the gull to see things through. He didn’t know her personally aside from their short greeting, so it was plausible that she had personally saw no purpose in attacking a strong man like that who was now only seeking to leave. Even then he maintained his newfound feelings of distaste, her air of confidence shattered before the vision of real live strength. For that she was a coward in his eyes, playing with her own life so that she did not look the fool that he had already begun to see her as. Regardless of this, he had heard his Lady’s response, how they would be taking a walk to the exit as well. But slowly, coordinated hopefully for a different purpose. Now the other princess was headed to her own quarters most likely, in diminished glory. Oh! How simple it would be to have the behemoth back home ravish this place, and his love to set fire to the castle’s entirety while in this condition.

The thought made him chuckle, and it was now that he would stand firmly, retracting his hand wholly, now with Princess Gabriel holding him by over the shoulder. Even in her male form, he still found this very comforting and emotionally pleasurable. He broke his sturdiness in a short moment of glee, as he smiled brightly upon first contact with her. But then returned to his position as her royal guard, firmly placing himself before any that might have even looked her way. These demon nobles could be almighty in terms of riches, but just as he fell the Prince of Pride in the name of Wrath, he would murder anyone daring to threaten Her; Verbally, or visually.

 

Nhal:  The decaying figure did nothing more then turn his head towards his assailant as the blast of energy was taken to his side and sent him spiraling towards the now open doors of the ballroom, the shrouded cover he wore rapidly flaking and degrading off his body as he slammed back first into the first open door. Tearing straight off its hinges, the door was ripped free and went flying back into the second, catching a few exiting party-goers in a deadly vice which splayed blood, dust, and black smoke into a massive cloud around the entrance, obscuring the view within the area. Within the cloud the echoing sound of cracking bones and metals emanated before a tall figure would come into Blitz’s view, in its right hand a small square object, and in the other the mutilated body of what was once a guest of the masquerade ball.
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Stepping out of the cloud was a scrawny figure whose appearance was like that of a man starved to death, with skin which resembled faded black leather. no eyes or face were visible through the gray tangle of cloth that cloaked his head, hanging scraps decked in thick layers upon layers of blood, red, orange, brown and black. Within one ebony hand he held the same playing card as before, and in the other he lifted up the torn apart body of a young man composed of only an arm, upper torso, and stump of his neck.
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Bringing the broken body up above his head the creature allowed the blood to drip down over the shreds of cloth that hung loose near its neck before lowering the once living person down, the cloth slowly parting for the body to disappear into the black abyss beneath with the gut wrenching noises of sloppily chewed flesh, cartilage and sinew before the inevitable crunching of bone. The last of the remaining organs within the torso began to fall from the holds of the broken rib-cage, some scraps of intestines, lungs, and the heart last of all. After the torso was finally devoured the monstrous creature began to slurp up the viscera like a pasta made of flesh. Finally all that was left was the heart that lay within its long skeletal fingers, still giving off its last few inevitable slowing beats, blood splashing to the floor from the aorta.
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Tossing the heart into the air, a pitch black tendril shot from beneath the cloth, its barbed tip spearing the muscle as its last beat sounded. The roping darkness rescinded back beneath the cloth with the heart in tow, and finally ended in a loud wet swallowing.
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Stepping further out into the courtyard, the looming figure lifted the playing card between his fingers, which in comparison seemed minuscule. As it was raised the card began to crack slightly, dripping what seemed to be dark black tar, or something of the sort.
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The black liquid dripped and poured rapidly, pooling on the ground before rising up and forming the rough shape of a figure in front of the slender beast. Gradually bits and pieces began to form, resembling an enormously bulky suit of armor adorned with all manner of engravings and other decorations. Suddenly the black ooze began to contract, tightly winding up and vibrating right before it shot outwards with explosive force, coating much of the courtyard around its zone before slowly evaporating away. The rough figure was now a fully visible being in a massive suit of armor, one which was rather sizable at almost 8 feet tall.

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The skeletal being that sat behind the armor gave a brief turn, waving with one hand as its voice rang out towards Blitz.
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Disappearing like a breeze of smoke, the hand, as well as its owner faded into dust and disappeared from sight, the enormous suit of armor in front of it shifting and taking up a heavy combat position as it spun its sword in hand, gripping it tightly. Its voice screeched through the armor, deep, but sharp at the same time, causing the ears of those who heard it to ache at its metallic grind.
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As suddenly as the armor spoke it was already rushing forwards, sword dragging through the dirt and stone below its feet, unyielding to anything in its path. Despite the size of the armored figure, its speed was incredible, enough that those who underestimated it would obviously be caught off guard. Just as quickly as it hand begun moving, the hulking mass of metal was upon Blitz, swinging its enormous sword upwards towards his torso.

 

Moo:  Kirsikka really hadn’t the slightest idea what that armor had just said, but whatever the case, he sounded cocky. There was little disregard for heat when it came to the demon’s ice; it was, by normal means, not anything that could be melted. However, the searing of ice caused it to sizzle and steam after several moments while Kirsikka glanced at it. A small, cheeky grin broke across her lips as she slid the small blade away from the suit of armor, hopefully finishing the fine cut she had began in the first place. All that would be necessary was one more, if she could manage to near it again. Not that it would really matter… Her body disappeared, taking up her frost form to wisp back a few feet as she originally intended. With her earring crushed, it would only be a matter of time.


Gabriel had more or less become bored with the situation at hand, watching the Templar part the crowd in order to exit. Had she been so anxious to see his head on a pike while picking her teeth with his bones, she would have sent Cecil scouting after him. It crossed her mind for a moment before the man was out of sight, and finally decided against it; to waste her Royal Guard’s efforts would be useless. The pleasantries of tearing flesh from bone could wait just a bit longer… Besides, Lydia’s exit may have been short-lived, but it was the most entertainment Gabriel had during the entire evening. She grinned cheekily well after the princess of greed shuffled past her and Cecil. She turned her head to watch the ambitious–and rather disfigured–demon climb the stairs slowly. It didn’t matter if the princess could feel Gabriel’s eyes on her, or if she took offense to the attention; this was a sight to savor for a while, to keep herself occupied. The expression the demon wore would make a fine memory, if not how the ball had went to shambles so quickly.

“I suppose we had better find our carriage,” Gabriel said with a certain giddiness creeping in her voice. Her expression most likely betrayed the chipper feelings within as she gestured to the doors, which had more or less become a little less clustered. Only–until something, orsomeone came crashing through the doors, causing many casualties in the briefest of moments. It only took a bat of her lash before she was looking upon some skeletal figure, gutting and feeding from one of the demons. The woman was speechless…and in a good way. She gave a loud laugh. A simple HA! to seeing such a normally bewildering sight. “That man knows how to party.” Gabriel gave her staff a small twirl, looking about the room while the figure boasted and talked to who she assumed was the same pink-haired man from before. That was a fight she would also ignore, as she believed Sloth would not be a man she wanted in her way. At least as of yet. “We’re on our way, then.” The princess would be the one to lead them from the doors, ignoring the mess and slipping through with the remainders of terrified guests.


Astarte had more or less been well behaved while she waited for an opportunity to chase after her lover. Blitz was outside in who knew what situation, and meanwhile, she was stuck waiting several feet away from the crowd rushing the door. Knowing Lydia would rather have her life, and the holy guy was too good a soul to go back on his word, she wouldn’t dare near any further to that holy aura. She didn’t have any death wish, nor did she want to become as hideously deformed as the princess of greed herself. It wasn’t until the commotion shortly after the holy being’s exit that she would have the opportunity to see him again. And while the first thing she witnessed was the bloodshed and morbid devouring, she still wanted nothing more than to join the Blitz in the courtyard. Other demons who had actually survived the onslaught were rushing through the door as far away from the skeletal figure as it indulged itself. Astarte blended easily as she slid past, taking to the air quickly to watch the rest of the scene unfold. If the demigod required or requested her help, she was there for him. He might not have to ask, with the urgency she felt to cheer him on with the sudden charge of the new monstrosity that had taken form.

Razorbackwriter:  “Er….scuse me?….I…Hey?!” The Doctor kept trying to get a word in as the scores of people and blooded demons were leaving the masked ball in droves. It was like a crush…a sea of evil beings, that all looked as though they had just been to battle within the very castle of Greed. “We’re late!…What happened?” He grabbed the collar of a passing demon, whose had one eyeball hanging out of its socket.

“Holy….creature. Burnt the Princess. Dying…many dying.” The demon spat his words at the Doctor, as he then wrestled himself from the Doctor’s grasp. He didn’t want to stay a moment longer, like so many other guests.

Doctor Wilhelm turned back to his small crew from Hell’s Kitchen and threw up his arms in disbelief. All the trouble they had gone to, get ready for this night. And he was to show off Loc to the Prince of Pride. Not that he thought the Prince was even still here, if the crowd departing was anything to go by.

“Ladies….Loc. A bloody massacre and we missed it.” It was almost as though the Doctor was more upset about missing the carnage, than missing the dancing. The creation, who was standing up the back looked confused. Was there to be no dancing with his beautiful Roxanne?

“No….dance?”

“No, my dear boy. No dance.”

“Loc sad.” The creation’s face was the epitome of sadness. Poor thing. Loc stared down at the fair and buxom Roxanne with a huge pout. “Loc sad.” He repeated. A crack appeared in his face, the stitches breaking. A small tear of pus rolled down his cheek.

The Doctor knew better than investigate the state of the ball room. He would leave that for Igor. Seems like the hunchback didn’t miss out after all. Rather than hanging around, the Doctor placed his arm around Narcissa and turned her back towards the car. “I still think pizza is an option.” He offered.

The Blacksmith Shop

A slight chittering sound came in from the large webbing that was up against the far wall. There was a deep cocoon like tunnel that stretched inwards, and though the being from within had only made a very light noise before, the sound of the awaking armor had brought about a reaction from whatever lived in the web. Slowly, a leg appeared, then an arm. Each wrapped in a sheer black spider web like netting. Soon the full body of the being, that was now in the form of a woman, crawled out and rose to standing. She had long flowing black hair, with the deepest of green eyes that you had ever seen. She blinked twice to allow herself to see through the darkness, and made out the wisp of frosty air, as the girl who had been carving herself a piece of the enchanted Beserker armor was moving to another part of the room. The armor who had used some sort of enchantment to super heat, when being frosted by the young girl, had spoken in Rhefugi. The ancient language of the demon kind. This demon….this…spider like woman – tilted her head and slowly slinked out of the shadows, watching this woman who held the knife with keen interest.

“SEEwae HA-lueay-fe-peaezz ah-bae RA-luaeae-kuk qahee-de-kuk zneay-fe ooahee oh-deeay-jaeae eay-bae zwae n-feaeq ooahee qae-luae kukahq-fe wae-luae.””

(translation : “The Princess of Greed would skin you alive if she knew you were down here.”)

The spider woman glanced up at Beserker and then at the girl again. The girl may not even be demon kind, though what she was doing in Hell, remained to be seen.

“What are you doing?” The dark haired spider woman asked in English.

~RB~

 

Zetta:  With no other necessities keeping him here, Cecil was off after his princess. She took her stand with cane in hand, despite his near-beckoning to move onto wrap this castle and all who followed it under the thumb of Wrath. However she had other plans and respected whatever rules were in place to set each of the seven kingdoms fairly away from each other. Since he had apparently done well here, he would silent once more as they would make their way to return to the carriage they had rode in on. Their driver had been doing nothing while he waited for the entire party to be over, Cecil had moved first to properly escort Gabriel, opening the doors quickly. Then he would accompany her and the two would be off elsewhere.

 

Moo:  Kirsikka reformed to hearing a female’s voice speaking the language that the Beserker had. She looked past the suit of armor if only for a moment to glance over her audience. A single woman; a sort of spider-like demon, actually. Kirsikka was interested, but not so much to keep her eyes on the nosy thing. Especially with the abrupt coming of winds through the room. What should have been impossible. A black cloud came rushing through, wrapping itself around the awaiting frost demon. With the view of the skeletal figure, a smirk was brought across her lips. “Someone gave you a touch of trouble, did they?” Of course referring to his lack of, well, flesh. And he had been brutalizing someone from the look and smell of the cloth he adorned himself with. Being that he answered the woman himself, she felt no need to speak until she was addressed. “That depends. Would you like to entertain yourself a while?”


Narcissa had been confused with the situation at hand. Why had the four been locked out when the ball had started only a short while ago? She frowned, her giddiness turning into anticipation. It was obvious with her antsy moving, constantly twitching or fiddling with something while she stepped this way and that. It wasn’t until a rush of demons ushered themselves through the doors that the Doctor was able to grasp one of them. As confused as the monster was, she listened intently with a curious expression, eyes slightly wide. “Sounds like trouble!” A disregarded comment as the demon finally pulled himself away from the Doctor’s grasp.

The frankensteinian monster’s disappointment was as apparent as Loc’s, though she didn’t cry. “Poor Loc!” she exclaimed after Wilhelm’s confirming there would be no dancing. Narcissa hadn’t much else to say until she felt herself wrapped in the arm of the good Doctor. The mention of food was always something that could bring a smile to her face. Dancing could be done at any given moment! They didn’t need a ball to party. She would show Loc that later in the evening. After pizza! “Okay!” the monster agreed while she was walked toward the Roadster once again. The only place in town where they could really fill their pallets with pizza was the restaurant within the middle kingdom.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Blacksmiths shop

Things were getting interesting down in the Blacksmith’s shop. The unknown dark haired spider like demon watched on with heightened interest as the ice maiden was joined by one of Hell’s more powerful entities. It actually brought about an amused smile as she watched the bloody and skeletal form wrap itself around the girl, then speak with such an aristocratic tone. Oh yes….odds on it was one of the Seven Princes. What on earth they were doing down in the bowels of Greed Castle, instead of enjoying the sumptuous delights of the ball buffet was anyone’s guess. But it was safe to assume that the ice maiden was in cahoots with ‘tall dark and bloody’. Charlotte looked up at the helm of Beserker and the armor surprisingly glanced down at her. Odd that they both spoke the same tongue. But…there was a reason for that.

“OH-feah-seewae-lu HA-lueay-fe-peae.” (Translation : “Another Prince.”)

“EAY-see’z ah-kuk-kuk wahq ooahee oh-see-see-luoh-pe-see seewae-te. Qeayzw EAY woh-kuk seewoh-see zneay-de-de.” (Translation : “It’s odd how you attract them. Wish I had that skill.”)

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The suit of armor actually let out a strange hollowed laugh as Charlotte simply shrugged her shoulders playfully, then smiled at the new arrival.

“After a party favorite? Let me guess. You came to take what belonged to Mammon.” The spider maiden held her finger in the air, before twirling it towards the hellish looking armor. The statues that stood in the circle that surrounded the suit of armor all suddenly stood to attention. How…very strange. The spider demon glanced at the stone warriors with her tongue caught between her teeth. She was enjoying this. She then cupped a hand to the side of her cheek as if she was telling some great secret.

“They know royalty.” A sly wink and then she hopped down off the podium that Beserker was standing on. Charlotte took a step back and simply folded her arms.

“Well…go on. You do want him, don’t you?” Another broad flash of a smile and wobbled her head back and forth. “Before Greedy comes down from her tower.” Greedy being her nickname for Lydia.

Beserker turned his helm towards the pair and then went back to being inanimate. The red glow dissipated from his eye slits.

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~Outside Greed Castle~

All dressed up and no party to go to. How disappointing. No chance to show off Loc. No dances. No fine finger food. Ah well. Wilhelm did brighten when he felt Narcissa wrap her arm around him. It was a nice comforting gesture and brought about a shy smile. He could always count on the Hell’s kitchen crew to cheer him up when he was down. So it was decided. Pizza at that nice restaurant in town.

As the Doctor and his date swanned towards the Roadster, Loc hoisted Roxanne up over his shoulder as though he was carrying her out of a fire and trotted along behind the Doctor and Narcissa like a happy puppy.

~RB~

 

Nhal:  Peering over his shoulder the skeletal figure would turn his ‘face’ towards Kirsikka. His lanky figure twisting oddly as he did so. The air around him swirled slightly, still in a light burst of movement from his arrival and the floor echoed with drops of blood falling from his cloths.
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Listening to the words of the other demon in the room, his head turned over in her direction, his body following suit as he plodded towards her slowly, looking over her every feature whilest he moved. He was extremely tall, nearly seven feet at least, and yet his body was still slouched over as if he was carrying some heavy object upon his shoulders. His voice scratched at her eardrums roughly as he spoke, especially standing this close.
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Giving a soft shrug he walked back over between Kirsikka and the armored suit, wrapping a hand around her wrist and another on the shoulder of the armor. The suit gradually turning to dust, the tall dark figure and Kirsikka following close behind.
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Moo:  Having heard her accomplice’s answer, Kirsikka simply nodded. The miniature blade she had kept hidden before was gone from sight once again. She simply waited while she felt his hand wrap around her wrist, watching as he put his other on the shoulder of the armor. Her efforts to cut into the suit weren’t necessary after all, and it left her with a small exhale of what could have been relief. At least her Lord’s wishes were fulfilled one way or another, and he was sure to be pleased with the sight of the entire suit. Instead of some scrap metal cut away from its breast plate. By this time, the stranger’s words were nothing but a buzzing in Kirsikka’s ears. She only had to wait patiently before she was in her Lord’s sights once again.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Blacksmith’s shop

Charlotte listened to the skeletal tall demon speak with such a threatening tone. Odd really. His words were of how that they couldn’t be followed, and that once in the“Master’s possession that he welded absolute power over his charges or vessels. This was really of no consequence to Charlotte. It wasn’t her suit to begin with. She just…understood it a hell of a lot better than say Mammon, or the latest Mistress of Greed – Lydia. You see, Beserker was more of a curse than anything and naturally, Charlotte was not at all bothered that they wanted to take it. That is EXACTLY what Mammon had done, and we all know how that ended. Was this new Master so great that he or she…or it could change the will of the armor? Cause it to go against its nature? Break the curse of insanity that came with wearing it to battle?

The spider maiden watched on with an amused expression as the being took hold of the hand of the ice maiden, and then the Beserker – all of which crumpled into dust upon the floor. Charlotte cast her eyes down at it and then gave a light shoulder shrug. No doubt Lydia would be pissed at the loss of the suit, but Charlotte…..oh she had no ties to Greed, or any kingdom in hell for that matter. She served one, and Mazmezz was more than enough, thank you very much. What was she doing in Greed? You might ask. She was a Bebilith. One of Hell’s great demon hunters. Only thing was she chose her prey at will. In the humanoid form she was easier to deal with. As a full blown arachnid….that was another story.

The dust had not yet blown away, but Charlotte wasn’t hanging around to find out. Her crimson stained lips moved as she spoke an incantation, which caused her image to blur and then shimmer from view. Acting out her plane shifting technique which allowed her to move easily from realm to realm, or to a new place in Hell, the spider demon left the Blacksmith shop. Destination….unknown.

 

~RB~

 

Bad Kitty – GS.

 

Tommy and Elissa’s quiet romantic moment is suddenly interrupted by the most unlikely creature ever.  Frank and Isolde have also come along for the ride, but this is going to take a lot of explaining.

Scene setting :  Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with Temp, VunG and Chor.

 

Temp:  Xillia, Isolde, and Frank would all suddenly appear within the apartment only a few feet away from Tommy and Elissa. There was a very peculiar scent in the air of this room, one which Xillia definitely recognized. It was the scent that normally went hand in hand with intercourse, something which Xillia’s species also took part in. Though, she wasn’t quite sure how it worked for humans. Perhaps it was similar to her own kind? Whatever the method might be, she was definitely curious. She now let go of Frank and Isolde and remained on her knees due to her being too tall to stand completely. Xillia scooted very closely to the other two humans in the room, who were in a very close embrace.“Ohhh my! Are you two planning on mating more? You must allow me to witness it!”If her eyes could light up and turn into sparkly stars, then they certainly would do so at the prospect of watching them unite.

 

VunG:  It was slowly becoming clear to Elissa that… that there was a real chemistry between them, more than just friends who like each other in bed, more than just people curious about the other… there was something real there. As she felt his sweet touch and opened her eyes to see the joy in his, the happiness she felt from seeing him so comfortable with her was… actually rather alarming. But… she was fine with it. And as he took her in for a kiss, she gladly accepted… and found that it was neither lustful no aggressive… no she could feel his emotions through it… and she had to admit that the moment was overwhelming. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, his feelings, his fire, was starting to spark up in her, and as he kissed her, pushing her into the wall, she gladly accepted it, lacing her fingers behind his neck with her eyes closed, simply enjoying this sweet moment, happy to continue it as long as he would have her like th–

“Ooh my! Are two planning on mating more?” Immediately her eyes snapped open and turned towards the source of the sound to see… the strangest looking woman she had ever seen standing smack in the middle of her home. She broke the kiss with a start, turning to look towards the woman, her hands still linked behind Tommy’s neck as she stared at the woman, trying to figure out how she’d gotten in. Then, just as she was releasing her boyfriend, she suddenly spotted Frank and… that seemed to be Isolde with him. How had they gotten in?! Immediately she began looking around frantically, looking at the door–which was still locked–then at the woman staring at them like a kid in a candystore… and just talked about watching them do it… at least that was what she thought she heard… the window which was still very much closed… WHAT WAS GOING ON?! She quickly began looking frantically between everything, fingers pointing every which way as she tried to figure out what had just happened. Her fight-or-flight reflex hadn’t even kicked in, this person was just so strange and harmless seeming that she was just completely lost! Eventually she calmed down… only to just stare slackjawed, going from Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy…

 

Razorbackwriter:  Lost in the blissful kiss, that was now getting even deeper, Tommy was completely unaware that they had an audience. A very enthusiastic one at that.

“Ohhh my! Are you two planning on mating more? You must allow me to witness it!”

Tommy’s eyes snapped open while in the middle of the kiss, only to pull away from Elissa and come face to face with the biggest girl he had ever seen. She was so big that she was on her knees and watching Tommy and Elissa with a fascinated stare. Did she just say what he thought she said? Errr…

“Hey Tommy! Hi Elissa…This is….”

“FRANK!” Tommy let out an angered bellow, that would make anyone shudder.

“Oh shit.” Frank then hid in behind Isolde, while this cat girl was still staring at Tommy and Elissa with high expectations of a sexual floor show. If Tommy was completely taken aback by what was going on, Elissa was losing the plot completely. Her finger pointing became frantic, and Tommy knew exactly what she was trying to convey.

“NO!…NO, YOU CAN’T WATCH! YOU DIRTY…DIRTY…HEY WAIT, WHAT’S WITH THE TAIL?” He was only now just seeing the alien’s long fluffy tail and this was when his eyes darted to Frank and Isolde, who were just standing there, like this was…nothing new to them at all.

Tommy, being, well Tommy; moved his body to shield his girl from the cat girl while staring daggers at Frank.

“How the hell did you three get in? The door’s locked. And…and…” He pointed at Xiilia and uttered the question“How’d she know we’d had sex?”

Frank poked his head out from behind isolde and replied. “She can stop a car with a force field. I think she is an alien. A Princess too.” He bobbed his head and could see Tommy was livid. “Were you two really having sex?”

“I am so going to belt the crap out of you, Frank.” Tommy made a run at Frank, who screamed like a girl.

“Isa!…Save me!” Frank ran into the kitchen, leaving Isa to face the heat.

~RB~

 

Chor:  

Whatever Isolde thought she was expecting…her mind could not even touch the idea of what really happened when they entered the apartment. Complete and utter chaos had ensued, in an almost gentle and quietly furious way, with the alien upon her knees begging to be the private audience at the next showing of ‘Tommy and Elissa: Getting It On’. Having knowledge of the body most do not, it was obvious to Isa that they had engaged in some pretty serious intercourse. Sex was a science to Isa, she knew the signs; and the scene they happened upon in their arrival was a small hint as well.

Suddenly, the harmless pleading of the alien became banter betweenst the friends. Isolde, Frank cowering behind her, sighed and crossed her arms like an elementary school teacher.

This is all very expla-” she was cut off by yelling from Tommy and then things seemed to escalate more as he came rushing at the two to clearly assault Frank. Honestly, Isa might do the same in this situation. Frank’s shrill shriek, which almost had Isolde wondering about his sex, pierced Isa’s ear and as the two ran off she was left standing there alone in her white shorts and bright soccer mom hoodie. This was turning out to be an astronomically great day, depending on your definition of the word.

Mein Gott…” She paused.After a moment of letting Tommy chase Frank, she spun on her heel.

OY, BOYS!, “She practically screamed, though her commanding, rough voice did not hit the screeching level her compantion’s had. She looked then to Xillia and Elissa.

Please, if you would join me in the dining area?” she spoke gently, but there was something about it that wasn’t quite a question or a suggestion. They all needed to have a good old fashion family meeting; or a friendly chat of that sort. She went in search of this place anyways and sat herself comfortable at the table, licking her lips.  

 

 

Holy Hell – SS.

 

Furious that the Ball was now in a state of utter chaos, the Princess decides to face the menace head on, but not without a bit of help – or interference. Continuation from Ballroom Blitz.

Scene setting – The Masquerade Ball of Greed, Seven Sins Series.

Co-written with Zetta, Temp, Nhal and Moo.

 

Zetta:  His mask was taken off before he had gotten his answer, but Cecil was never impatient when it came to his love. When her hand lifted to remove his face-cover he rose his head up some so that it would be an effortlessly slip-off in place of a tugging. It was a light desire to be on the reverse end of this, however he was sure she would hit him, he was here representing Gabriel and had deliberately ignored the other princess. But he had only been ensuring his own lady’s complacency and overall safety.

Cecil felt almost restless at this point, his arms were at his sides and he practically clawing at his own leggings. It was disgusting to see someone randomly approach a Prince, and in this case a Princess, that man- who had just come flying from the ceiling had no concern about rankings apparently. His pink-hair signified at least to a small desire that he wanted to be different, and this was the second time he had seen self-propelled flight. It was impossible to tell what type of strength that one had, but with his appearance he evidently thought very highly of himself. He did not even speak with any honorifics as one should when speaking to the upper class, the submissive guard had done so for so long he could not even fancy a different approach. Even now, giving his lady nicknames he maintains a strong sense of respect towards her. When she had spoke to him, asking if he would dare to question her his eyes spread widely. “I wouldn’t! Princess, forgive me, with me here you need not lift a finger.” He said, slightly flustered while turning from her, standing before her highness with his hand wrapped around the wrist of his other arm.

He cracked a light smile, perhaps his time would come soon.
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The look on the assumed Princess’ face was hilarious, lacking any sort of restraint, Blitz chuckled at the first sign of disdain shown. At first a strain of the neck, thinner than anything he could have named off the top of his head broadened in the light of the room. He was sure that once Anarchy Division was properly credited, he could easily use his senses in accordance with time-space to find the one person who had contact with all of those killed in the room. While obviously the large gathering of people would ensure that everyone touched at least five others here, none of them could have made it to several parts of the room while dancing.. Her verbal response would have made him laugh if he did not already release tension from his prior chuckle, she had continued, actually answering his questions instead of getting to the point. “Don’t get hung up on the details, or something bad might happen, just say yes.” He said simply, money was worthless to someone who could create. The man was more focused on getting fame after all, and deduced instantly that while they spoke, there was likely to be another murder. Infamy loved taking action in the midst of turmoil. Everyone had a singular focus right now, too. Then the worst possibility came to pass, an intruder on the conversation, just another presence to bide the killer more time to maneuver.

Unwilling to persist on a matter he previously didn’t care for though, he listened to what the man had to say. He could tell though that this one was another VIP, the moment they’d come within feet of each other he was analyzed thoroughly. “You’re pretty strong old man! Alright, show me what’cha got, just try to hurry.” Or something bad might happen.. He didn’t add that in, forsaking repetition. Black coated the ceiling first and moved to swiftly cover everywhere else, while the tactic seemed brilliant, someone like Eren would have laughed at the smokescreen provided for his teleportation. Blitz was prepared for something along those lines, so now that he had the darkness as a sort of cover as well he could work to prevent such a retreat, and if needed, his own instantaneous movement. Before anything else happened though, he heard the sound of fast moving metal, this moved at the same time as the shadows cloaked everywhere. Blitz shut his eyes, with no light in the room his other senses would become more dominant, his head was turned towards the assassin already while the body was hit and just about to hit the floor.

The murderer was bold, but from where he was Blitz was unable to tell his strength. That made it interesting, since the royalty seemed more eager to act than the surrounding guards, the demigod folded his arms he had always considered simply destroying the princes and conquer Hell on his own. Now that he had a decent gathering of what the two could do, he could now visually identify their capabilities. If he went on any type of offensive in a place like this he would bring down the castle in a few minutes, to that end he would wait for an opportunity to try and strike a critical blow.

Nhal:  Belphegor shook his head slowly as the assassin revealed himself, upset at the fact that he had ruined what little fun the prince could have squeezed from the event. “What a waste… But I suppose it cannot be helped, feel free to destroy him princess, I shall keep these walls up for as long as I remained entertained by the battle. ” drifting away from the center of the room Belphegor crossed his arms and watched carefully, observing both the combatants closely as he grumbled softly to himself.

Moo:  The thudding of the bass from the music above was adding to the eerie feeling of the room. But it wasn’t anything Kirsikka couldn’t handle as she walked casually behind the hypnotized guard. She gave a light sigh while she looked along the dusty stone walls, cobwebs well gathered throughout the place. It was obvious someone had been through the area before though; a good sign as any. It was barely lit either, until they wound up in the room she’d been searching for. Her expression gave way to a small smile as she looked over the suit on its little showcase. The fact that the room was unguarded aside from the man in front of her was enough to raise suspicion…so her guard remained up as she gave the man a small push at his shoulder. He led her closer to the stand while she observed the statues around the room. So as she stopped in front of the suit, she put her hands on her hips and looked it up and down. “Do you speak? Or were those guards really insane…”


Gabriel felt more satisfaction than anything in seeing Cecil’s eyes widen, the flustered expression showing plainly on his face before he turned away. “There is no forgiveness in Hell.” She spoke casually while she stepped closer, her hand well on her little cane she’d created. Lydia had lost any bit of sensibility at this point, aside from understanding she didn’t have to pay to find good help. Not that it was necessary. With the sound of someone’s head being split in two, the entire crowd’s attention would cast onto a single man. One who was apparently an outsider to hell, and not just the greed kingdom alone… his Holy armor and weaponry could be recognized by everyone. Even petty demons knew of the Excalibur. How the wielder of the sword had found his way here was what baffled anyone. Or why he chose to come. It actually pissed Gabriel off the instant she recognized him for a Templar. Her crimson hues widened while she bristled nearly as much as Lydia had. And at this rate… who cared if it was Lydia’s problem, or if Gabriel wanted to see her party crumble to bits… This man was an idiot and the sight of his brilliant armor and equipment just struck her nerves. She began to lift her cane as though it were her sword, as she could actually turn it into such in a blink…but she paused and forced herself to lower it with an exhale. Even as she glared, she knew better than to jump into the middle. Otherwise she might kill more than just the Templar, and nobody needed the trouble Lydia could reap if she so wished. Plus, Gabriel was still a man, and still needed to be changed back. It didn’t stop her glaring eyes from watching the scene play out, anticipating blood to spray from either party.


Astarte hadn’t had anything to do this entire time. The situation had become dire…and the way the princess had reacted to Blitz wasn’t exactly the most positive. She really did palm her face this time while Lydia’s voice echoed around the room, repeating something about payment. This woman was definitely full of dramatics, but Blitz certainly wasn’t caring any. Did her ears really pick up a chuckle from him. It brought a small grin to her lips… But now as the prince was offering a helping hand, everything was just lost. Not that it would have mattered…the culprit made himself known as he pulled his blade free and stuck it into some demon’s head, yanking it free before revealing himself. This was the part where the room was filled with gasps, everyone basically recognizing his holy armor and especially Excalibur. Astarte herself was a demon, just like everyone else in the room. Besides one person. She looked at Blitz while he observed the scene, the princess having gotten completely pissed that she attacked the intruder herself. Would he jump in?

 

Temp:  There were a great deal of frightened faces surrounding William. The demons were obviously confused as to how and why someone like him was here. The fact that he carried Excalibur was probably the main cause of panic though. Almost everything in this room was very vulnerable to the holy blade, as well as William himself. The demons closest to him were all on their knees simply due to the aura that he was emanating. There was clear aggression within the room, mostly coming from the royalty, but that was to be expected. Obviously, this event had been a big deal to the Kingdom of Greed, and he had single-handedly ruined it. Honestly, he had expected more demons to be foolish and straight up attack up, but instead of many there was only one. The Princess of Greed was obviously furious, and decided to start attacking him. Her fire-ball was quickly blocked by Sanctus, which he had pulled up to block with. His grip on both sword and shield tightened as he turned his head to look at the area around him. Guards would likely attack soon, and with them anyone else that felt bold enough to confront him. No matter what these demons may have thought, he wasn’t after a single one of them. All of his targets that were among the attendees of this party were already dead. The only thing William intended to do at this point was to leave this place. “Not Target…No Conflict…Fighting Foolish.” The awkward broken words were spoken loud enough for everyone to hear, though he had a feeling they would do little for him. Demons were never quick to lower their aggression, and he wastechnically one of their greatest enemies. Regardless, he actually turned his back on the people in the room and began making his way towards the nearest exit. Just because his back was turned didn’t mean he was vulnerable though. He was actually very much anticipating a violent reaction. Quite honestly, he’d prefer to leave this place without shedding any more blood.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Scores of the party guests, the elite members of hell closest to the assassin were on their knees – bedazzled and stricken by the force of the holy sword’s power. Held tightly in the grip of William’s hand he was a danger to all present, and dressed for war as opposed to a society ball. Lydia’s attempt to knock the blade clean from the assassin’s hand was foiled by the skilled wielding of the Templar. The Princess of Greed lowered her charged hand slowly, as she realized that this mode of attack was useless against him. Lydia’s lips puckered and with narrowing eyes she heard the assassin exclaim in a broken voice that she was not the target, and that he had no intent to cause conflict with her directly. Fighting him, was in his mind a foolish action.

Easy for him to say, when your reputation amongst the Princes of Hell was at stake. Already the Prince of Sloth had told Lydia to finish him, and while Gabriel looked deeply annoyed by the Templar’s presence he or she made no move to enter what was Lydia’s fight.

“Don’t you dare turn your back on me, you coward.” The Princess’s voice was filled with a bravado and a sense of pride. She was still the Princess of Ambition, and did not want to lose her place in Hell. If others saw her as weak, and backing out of a fight, then they may well try to remove her and destroy Greed entirely. A low and guttural growl emitted from the very pit of her stomach as she took a single step forward. Her darkened locks loosening from the delicate binding to form a windswept frame around her face. A quick glance upward as the Templar had his back to her and she saw the massive chandelier that was lit and hanging over head. If she could not make a direct hit upon him with her powers, then maybe it would take something a little bigger. Lydia closed her eyes, as she willed the yoke of the damned. The walls of the ballroom shimmered with a greenish glow as many hands slid out from the walls, and veered upward….higher and higher till reaching the chandelier. The metal screws that held the chandelier in place, whizzed at great speed, till the only thing holding the chandelier up was one small bolt. It swayed back and forth precariously, right over the Templar’s head.

“There will be no escape for you!” At the final word spoken, the chandelier plummeted from the roof heading straight for the Templar as the Princess bore a broad grin. So, she was about to lose a precious and dazzling ornament, but knocking the Templar out from above would more than compensate that.

~RB~

 

 

The Party Begins – SS.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

co-written with Moo, Temp, Zetta, Nhal & Dessy.

 

Moo:  Being that Gabriel was in no rush to make an appearance at the ball, she had taken Cecil to get fitted for costumes only a few hours beforehand. She wasn’t picky in the least; her outfit consisted of black material lined in red. The color did bring out her eyes, after all; a prominent feature behind the black metallic mask she wore, detailed with red…simple lines in the design to match the outfit. Of course it would be up to her date what he would wear. As soon as they were ready, they had a carriage ready, traveling an elegant manner even for the princess of wrath.

Exiting the carriage after a line of others, she began buttoning her tux. These things were actually pretty damn weird. With all the parts required to wear, she’d been completely irritated in the fitting. Wearing a dress would have been much easier. A hand ran over her hair while she carefully avoided moving the mask. “Shall we?” Gabriel took his arm as if she were still a woman and began to pace toward the grand castle. “Looks like Greed will still live up to its name,” she commented more to herself in an annoyed tone. Honestly, it would take a first class act while she roamed that ball room. Though, finding Lydia would be her first priority…as Mammon was the one to curse her with a cock. Crimson hues wandered over the guards outside the door, and getting a glimpse of the very overdone interior. Nothing worth her appraisal, however, as it was not in her tastes. Of course, guests were already filling the room with chatter and laughter; music played and some even began to dance.

“As much as I hate to be one of the first to arrive,” Gabriel muttered. “One needs to make a good impression with the new Princess.” It was an excuse really, as the invitation said the ball would start quite some time ago. Apparently it was a fad to be fashionably late. She gave a tug to her vest, securing it under her jacket before situating one hand over a cane, appearing in a brush of Hell-Fire. She gripped the skull at the top; the entire cane itself was made of special steel, and she would be able to manipulate it on a dime–a bit of preparation, if you will. The other took Cecil’s arm as she leaned closer. Her voice had quieted quite a bit while they neared the doors. “Trust no one.” A simple command before she offered a rather brilliant smile to onlooking guards and guests alike. Not many were worth noting, as none of the other princes seemed to have arrive yet. Nobles were the least of her worries, though she did enjoy fantasizing about the decor being…red…with their help. Hopefully her rather demented grin didn’t startle anyone looking their way as the walked around the dance floor. All the while, her gaze would overlook everyone, awaiting the Princess of Greed’s appearance…not knowing what the woman looked like, she would have to rely on the gut feeling that the woman would want attention placed on herself in a rather grand entrance. The thought was enough to have Gabriel’s eyes roll.

[Mask // Reminder: Gabriel is male, I just use female pronouns.]

 

Temp:  
William walked along with the more ‘normal’ crowd that was on the way to the Masquerade Ball in the Kingdom of Greed. His outfit was a rather elaborate cloak that covered his entire body, while his face as hidden behind a full face mask. A hood covered the rest of his head. This outfit was a bit more noticeable compared to some other guests, but there were still a few that wore something similar. The only difference between them and him was that he was not supposed to be here at all, and he was in no way one of them. A holy aura normally would be radiating from him, due to the relics he wore and him being part angel. However, this was something that was being suppressed by an amulet that he had acquired. To those around him he would give off the rather generic and normal demonic aura, which would make him blend right in. He walked along with the crowd until he entered the main building, immediately scanning the area for targets. There were quite a few powerful demons present, as well as several of his key targets. The only reason he was here was to assassinate certain individuals, nothing more. For now he would blend in with other guests and do nothing to draw attention to himself. William began mingling and greeting other guests, using a fake name and identity.

 

Zetta:  Fitted down to the toes, where he had gotten socks to fit his changing abilities and stretch according to his movements. His shoes were originally shining with proper sheen, but now they were dulling in a jet-black color from how many times the tailor had to clean off blood stains from when he would improperly punt-kick someone across their face for first removing his boots. It was not until Gabriel came into the room herself and ordered that he calm down so that she would not completely miss the event here. The Royal guard then did just as asked and once that happened he was then out right along with her, dressed appropriately without a fight even as they removed his hood. Replacing it with a red dress shirt, black vest, thinned overcoat, along with nice pants to match. Fine suited, despite belonging to a Kingdom paved with blood and rampages, and more so that these were on the body of a humanoid monster.. An established wreck.. To conceal his weapon he swallowed his sword and parted his heart and lungs to comfortably fit the blade. He was unable to bend far in any direction because of this, but there would only be slow dances, fanciful swings at best. And he could quickly dig in his own belly to retrieve it, while no one would be able to identify it. He would need it to protect the Lady if anything were to happen here, in case his own strength failed to another.

He was taken by the arm by his apparent date, restraining a blush to keep himself steady while she lead him to the entrance of the large Kingdom of Greed. They were right out of a carriage straight to the insides, Gabriel wasted no time in attaching herself thankfully. While his preference went to her original form, the man was taking short breaths to maintain his excitement from not only being so close but for being her first choice to come along with her. There were likely many other reasons for her choosing him besides his strength, but none of which made it to his second thoughts. He only paid attention to the reality she had set for him, having shown him so much steady attention and trust to present the Kingdom of Wrath right with her. Their every step was similar and when they would arrive they would make the most perfect gay couple, for any unaware that this was the princess and her guard making their appearance. Cecil moved forward in a practiced strut with her, after listening to her words he closed his eyes, “My faith is unwavering in only you, princess..” He replied before locking off his vocals, he would be her follower still, even as a date, moving to her accordance with induced heightened emotions.

 

Dessy:  The music had already started playing, Mariela having watched the band set up. She hummed softly to the beat of the music, still waiting for Scar by the door. She didn’t know when Lydia would get here, but knowing her she’d want to make a grand entrance to draw attention to herself. That’s just how Lydia was. She, of course, didn’t see Scar appear behind her, until she heard him whispering in her ear, causing her to turn around. “I thought you were never going to show up.” she said, watching him down the champagne. She took the mask and put it on, making sure it fit correctly. She then examined Scar, from his hat, to his mask, and his tux. She had to admit, the Alp was handsome, but Mariela knew the truth about Scar. Others may not know about him – but Mariela certainly did.

 

Scar took her hand and kissed it, and Mariela gave a small curtsy when he did so. She took the Alp’s arm, turning her head as people began walking in. She looked at Scar at his comment, tilting her head. “What makes you think something’s going to happen?” she whispered back, turning her attention forward as they began walking. She was glad the Alp had her back, but Scar’s comment made her worry that something was going to go down tonight – especially with that cheeky grin he had. He put a finger to his lips, and Mariela simply gave a nod of her head.

 

Nhal:  

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Belphegor’s ghost like form whisped into the room slowly as he looked around at his surroundings, observing the already present participants of the ball. “Not many have shown… I suppose that I arrived a little early.” a light yawn escaped his mouth-less being as he floated along the edges of the room, finding a small silent corner. He hovered absently as he laced his fingers together and watched, the glow in his single blue eye lightly fading, suggesting that it was now most likely closed. Listening to the sound of footsteps and the playing of music, constantly remaining aware of his surroundings. “At least the music isn’t terrible…

 

Moo:  Kirsikka’s dull blue eyes lined the walls behind her rather elegant mask, made up of her own frost with ice crystals. It appeared near-white, the ice reflecting lights so that it appeared to be decorated with diamonds. Much the same, her white gown decorated itself in frost patterns, similar to that of white lace, and studded in places with more ice crystal beads. The bust was a simple corset, being a strapless gown, instead having the frost continue up her bare skin and neck, while the bottom of her dress were more or less the basic frilly skirts one would expect to see at a ball. None would really see the bare feet under her skirts, but if they looked close enough, they might see the remnants of frost leaving the floor where she previously stepped.

 

Unlike Sloth, she had to enter the ballroom normally. Observant as per usual, she was capable enough to find him moving to a rather silent corner. Despite the ever warming room with the mass of bodies, her frost did not melt while she moved through the crowds of nobles and royals standing in their own cliques or dancing about the floor. Needless to say, it took a matter of minutes before she was standing beside her Lord. “Good evening,” she greeted, as if they hadn’t spoken previously. “Looking as well as ever.” Even through her tone, it could be perceived as a joke, as her Lord was nothing but a ghost at this point. Kirsikka stood silently while her hands clasped together, running her fingers over a small object she’d been carrying while she observed the crowd. Already, she could see a few people of interest…but those were the last of her worries. Blue hues roamed past their faces, looking instead at her surroundings. No armor here, but perhaps it would be past one of the doors lining the room. Her lips pressed together while considering when an opportune moment might arrive so she could easily go unnoticed.

[Mask Ref // Dress Ref]

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Masquerade Ball.

~The center of the Labrinyth~

The black raven cawed loudly whilst perched a top a stone statue that was situated within the maze. To it’s right stood a tall ornate mirror – the kind you would find in the chambers of a King. The frame decorated with strange creatures and markings that were hard to decipher. Approaching the center of the maze came a woman in a fine red gown, her long black tresses tumbling down her back in a wave of curls. Wearing a black lace mask to cover much of her face, the alabaster skinned woman giggled softly as her light footsteps click clacked along the stone path. As she came to face the mirror, the woman admired herself in the reflection, whilst the raven flew down and sat on top of the mirror. Blood red eyes scanned the reflection within, which started to move in a different way to the woman standing in the center of the maze. The raven cawed twice before ruffling it’s feathers, then making a bow before the lady before him.

 

“I look wonderful.”

“Yes, we do.” The reflection replied, before the woman pawed at herself in the mirror. “Oh you.” Both women laughed as the raven took flight towards the Kingdom of Greed Castle, where the ball was now underway. Grinning, the woman blew a kiss towards herself, before turning away and skipping back up the maze before disappearing into a fine black mist and floating up towards the castle, in the same direction as the raven.

The woman in the mirror continued to laugh as she had not moved from her place in the mirror.

“Oh what a tangled web we weave…..Lydia.” The image in the mirror then vanishing from sight, the mirror now reflecting the garden maze in which it stood.

~The Grand Ballroom~

Upon the top of the stairs, Lydia finally showed herself. Dressed in a rich blood red gown that was floor length, and had a tight fitting lace bodice, that showed off her feminine curves and ample bosom. Her black lace mask was firmly in place, and with painted red lips, her smile was unmistakable. Though she appeared to have no partner for the evening, a black raven flew in from the grounds, and then swooped up to land on the terrace rail beside her. Lydia’s eyes darted towards her feathered friend, who morphed into that of a tuxedo wearing tall man, with slicked back hair. Eyes of pure black and he was also wearing a mask. His skin though was practically white compared to Lydia’s. He offered her his hand, and together they started down the stairs. Lydia whispered to her companion. “And to think….we were all at war days ago. Just goes to show, nobody can resist a good party.” She giggled as she looked down to see those already in attendance, namely Scar and Mariela. Such a pair. They really were suited.

The music being played was a waltz and this made Lydia feel light on her feet. She nodded politely to the gentry as they passed and then her eyes swept across the room, to notice the handsome gentlemen that had arrived together. Could it be…..Gabriel and her…her…uhm date… Lydia tried to hide her reaction to seeing the masculine Gabriel. Mammon really knew his stuff, for the curse had worked a treat.

Lydia paused to take a glass of champagne from one of the roving drinks servants, and brought it to her lips, sipping as she continued to pan the room for other notable guests. Ah yes, the Prince of Sloth. Finally decided to emerge from that crypt like cathedral of his. Lydia had to wonder just what the Prince had to say about their being a change from Princes to Princesses of hell. In fact, it was bound to be the talking point of the ball.

Scar kept close to Mariela, as he watched their Mistress make her entrance. When he saw the raven that turned into her partner for the evening he rolled his eyes. “Oh look. She brought a feather duster.” Was he miffed about being cast aside for the Raven? Not really, he was far happier to be Mariela’s partner. Mariela, the young witch had been concerned about the alp’s words earlier however. How something may well happen at the ball. To allay her fears, he brightened and said. “With Lydia gracing everyone with her presence…..something is BOUND to happen. Mind you, she might get miffed when all the good looking chaps keep asking you to dance.” The Alp having a way with words in how to charm the sweet witch. He released her arm for a moment, and then bowed. “So long as I have the first dance, M’lady.” Scar offered his hand to escort Mariela to the dance floor.

 

 

~RB~