Save me from Sanity.

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Roleplay Group : The Death Club

A New Cold War

Save me from Sanity

Players:
CharlotteCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
VladePrimusOriginus
FlawlessVictory

CharlotteCarrendar: -The Prague Institution for the mentally ill, was adjacent the Private clinic where Kraus had been recovering from his injuries inflicted by Dem and Alexandros, as well as the Jackal and his goons. Sadly after the visit from Inga, where he was bordering on consciousness, something inside Kraus’s mind simply snapped. From behind his closed eye lids, it was like he was seeing a disjointed movie, where the woman kissing him, was actually Lois Lane. The one woman, that Superman was weak for, the one human who he truly loved. The world of reality and fantasy suddenly became a tremendous blur, and what was real, was not. Waking up to see the black rose upon his chest, the drops of blood, and the lingering scent of Inga, Kraus completely had a psychotic episode, getting out of his hospital bed, then on seeing a nurse enter, he didn’t see her as a nurse, she was one of Lex Luthor’s henchmen. Immediately thinking that he was being kept prisoner, in some mad hospital of Lex, he attacked the Nurse, pounding his fists into her face, breaking her jaw, and destroying her eyesocket. Another two of “Lex’s thugs” came in and tried to tackle him, and though he fought them well, he was then injected, with what must have been kryptonite. It is now the next day, and we see Kraus strapped down to a bed, in a ward, teeming with mental patients. The horrid cries, and random shouting, the shuffling past of one patient, who has a nervous tick, and then barks like a dog, scares Kraus, who looks down to see his hands bound to the sides rails of the bed. Eyes darting around, his fear escalating, causing his heart to race, he struggles and screams “LOIS!?” <3>

FlawlessVictory: *Sitting some ways away from Kraus, was one of the more famous patients at the clinic. He had been there for quite some time, not in the public eye in many years, though he had been on international news and television multiple times long ago. He was famous for being quite insane, and quite a genius. He certainly didn’t look like either, at a first glance. Five foot nine inches tall, clear white skin and short black hair with bright blue eyes. He seemed to be quite thin, but he had the slightest signs of muscles on what could be seen of his arms around his T shirt. He wore jeans as well, and hidden around his ankles were shackles, to keep him from running too fast, so when he stood to walk towards the new guy, he had to shuffle along quite slowly. He kept his hands in his pockets, hiding the gloves that kept his fingers together while allowing only his thumbs to move, to prevent him from tinkering with technology by making it difficult to grip anything. He smiled brightly, teeth polished into an image of perfection, a handsome face hiding something completely insane on the inside. He had grown to ignore the nurses, but he walked perfectly as to avoid any of their paths, finally approaching the man chained to his bed and screaming as he shook his head slowly, watching him and speaking in an American accented Czech* Um, stop you’ll skin your hands. And stop screaming, if you seem calm, they let you out.

MaylionCarrendar: – In front of the window in the activity room there was chair positioned. A brown thick leather chair with a person sitting in it. Her knees were brought up to her chin and her arms were hanging over the side parts of the chair. Behind her she heard someone screaming, and nurses rushing into the room. ( Darlene ) ‘’ it’s the new kid.. isn’t it? he’s new.. what is new? New is he? .. he’s a kid’ ‘’ those words left her lips softly for only her and close companions to hear. But they wouldn’t response. Most patient walking around here were idiots, dumb, stupid.. Insane. They had a low IQ and due the medication the only thing they’d do were drooling and sleeping. Her patient file would say something else. Darlene Branoff, Diagnosed with Psychotic breaks and severe attachment disorder. The none educated description of her problem was that she doesn’t have her own opinion nor control over her emotions. She would repeat everything you say, and ask for confirmation for everything that she would feel or think. She constantly connects with everyone around her and copies behaviour. For those who were bright enough to notice.. it would be either annoying or hilarious. The doctor’s thanked god that most patient weren’t that bright. Darlene shook her head a few times while hearing the chaos going on behind her in another room. (Darlene) ‘’ they are crazy people right? Crazy .. what is that? ‘’ She popped her head to the left when she felt a person standing next to her and staring at her. ( Nurse ) ‘’ Take a walk Darlene, you’ve been sitting there for already a few hours. ‘’ Darlene stared at her with her wide green eyes trying to figure how she should feel about walking. The nurse smiled at her and raised her eyebrows a tiny bit. Darlene stared back at her and gave the same reaction. (Darlene) ‘’ yes.. Take a walk is good right? I will walk now. I’m happy right? ‘’ Darlene stood up and walked around the leather chair to head towards the hallway. As she left the activity room and entered the hallway with a few patient pointlessly walking around, screaming and slamming their own head she turned her head to the side and stared right into the room with the new kid in it. Another patient was standing next to him talking about his skin and being calm. Darlene stopped and just stared at them both. Memorizing the word he screamed and what the nurse said, and just hearing what the patient said she felt confident enough to try and make the new kid feel better. (Darlene) ‘’ It’s the new kid.. He shouldn’t scream right? He should walk.. walk makes you happy.. You’re happy right? Lois makes you happy. ‘’

VladePrimusOriginus: It all seemed to happen oh so quickly, the flash of lights, the growl of the dark and then suddenly; nothing. It was as if all of that which was before simply vanished. No sensation was left after its complete and utter dissipation, nothing save for a small faint smell of Iodine. First it began to seep from all around, utterly embracing the whole of his body. The ever present hum and buzz of electric machinery was constantly at work at his ear drums. Waves of pressure than suddenly begin flowing in the back of his eyes It becomes difficult to breath and his head would begin to swim around at a rather unpleasant pace, This made way to an even louder noise Everything then fades again, all the pain, all the smells, all the scares. ‘I am surely dead.’ He thinks to himself for a moment only until his horrid realization held true. His eyes were forced open and a bright light was flashed into his eyes, He bares his teeth and tries to bite at the hands of the doctor wanting to inflict any amount of bodily harm to the man. The doctor waves at the left. The drugs in the patients system greatly reduced his vision making even the doctor who was perhaps four feet away at this point to appear as just a faint outline. He hears the loud buzzing of electricity and his eyes constrict as he knew what was coming next. As if it would help the boy’s struggle with whatever it was that affected his mind they Place what appears to be a set of headphones on the boy’s temple. He tenses as the doctor flips the switch and thousands of watts a second are jolted into his brain. His body instantly seizes up as the electric current jolts his muscles into response. He bites down hard, in fact he feels his teeth break through the small leather strip his found in his mouth, after the process was finished he held his breath. He did so for many minutes trying anything he possibly could to escape whether it be through the loss of his own life or through the ideal of tricking the doctors to think him dead either or. He hears a jumble of words the shocking from the electric currents still altered his hearing but he heard the words. “Lobotomy, frontal displacement,” as well as “Patient due for termination.” He chuckles in his head as the large blotches of colour return to his eyes. It was sleepy time now the electro surges causing his brain to shut down temporarily. He wakes up in a straight jacket as he usually was in. He was bound to a large frame affixed into the wall of the room he was forced in a standing position; this was all normal for him what was new however was the instalment of a psycho mask onto his face preventing him as he would already know from biting anyone. He struggles for a moment and grumbles. “Take this Fucking mask off my face.” Suddenly as if possessed by a flash of daemonic laughter he begins chuckling. “Oh the voices tell me about you…the voices don’t like you…..the voices….” He begins coughing heavily. Once he was sure that the doctors and supervisors were not watching he begins laughing again. “Fucking predictable little shits. The voices told me this would happen. Damn it all Fuck this mask.” He sighs and begins fidgeting wildly. “Why did I have to snap that support bar on the last solitary rig.” He mutters some more angry words before he finally manages to throw his left shoulder and wrist bones completely out of socket. The pain was great but it was worth it. One he had managed to flip himself around so he now faced the wall he released one of the seventeen locking mechanisms upon the back of the jacket. The new slack was bliss upon his tiring legs so he just slumps onto the floor still stuck in the jacket and rests slaking there a rather long nap. During this period he would have totally disregarded the rest of his fellow patients.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Terrified. That is the word to describe Kraus at this point. The kryptonite must still be inside his veins, making him unable to break the binds that hold him to the bed. DAMN LEX! DAMN HIM TO HELL! His mind was screaming, and he shouted out again, desperately. “LOIS?!”- the cracking of his voice, coupled with the build up of saliva in his mouth, made him gag and cough. His body went into a state of shock, having spasms and flipping on the bed, with his restraints, actually starting to tear into his skin. Dressed in nothing but a blue hospital gown, he knew they must have taken his suit, and without it, he knew he could not become Superman. Who was he? What was he? Kraus’s jaw was still recovering from when it was broken by Demetrios, however, now he had the searing pain returning, as he gritted his teeth, tossing his head back and forth. Still struggling like a wild animal, his blue and black discolorations, from the hard beating he took to his face, seemed to deepen in colour while his heart beat wildly beneath his chest. Then to his right, a man approached, one to his perception looked like some freakish alien, bearing a demonic and sinister smile. Kraus clenched his fists, till you could see the white of his knuckles, the veins in his eyes, so prominent, criss crossing across the increasing white. “Nuuuuuu..” like an animal about to be slaughtered, spittle forming on his lips and chin. It was a pained and hollow sound escaping his throat. So scared….so damaged. The man then spoke, his voice sounding metallic to Kraus. * Um, stop you’ll skin your hands. And stop screaming, if you seem calm, they let you out.” What was he trying to tell him? Stay still? Calm? A trick…a trick, it had to be. His head flipped to the other side, to see a young woman, who spoke questions. What? What? ‘’ It’s the new kid.. He shouldn’t scream right? He should walk.. walk makes you happy.. You’re happy right? Lois makes you happy. ‘’ Darlene said. Wait…she said Lois. Kraus blinked, since someone said the name of his love. As if to pass on a great secret, he uttered in a hushed tone. “Lois…they took her away. I love Lois….I need Lois. Find…Lois….Please?” <3>

FlawlessVictory: *I looked at him, still shaking my head whilst he was struggling against the restraints, muttering.* I warned him about the skin, damn. *I stood back, still watching him as I slipped into american English  making a commentary I didn’t really expect them to understand, but I said it low enough they wouldn’t be likely to hear it anyways.* I can’t believe this, they never bring anybody interesting any more. Idiots, people who struggle so much… I should pick the locks, let him loose. I bet he beats up a couple of these damned nurses before he goes down… *I chuckled at this idea, and started looking at him to take things into account and decide how best to turn him to me. He loved someone named Lois, this I could use. This would be my best prank since I got on the news for turning the first TV they put in the activity room into an incendiary device. I leaned down, whispering very low, slipping back into Czech.* Calm friend, you can get your Lois back from the nurses, just give me a few minutes, I’ll get you out of these restraints, stay calm though… Stay calm. *I stood tall and turned around, walking around until I found what I needed, stealing one of the pens from the nursing station and pulling it apart using only my thumbs, as the rest of my fingers were trapped by the locked gloves. I walked back and held up the spring as I was straightening it to use as a lock-pick, I leaned down and absently worked on only his left hand, having difficulty with the locks because of having to balance it using only my thumbs, as I spoke to him.* Better stay still if you want out of here, or I won’t be able to pick this thing…

MaylionCarrendar: – Mixed signals were coming off the new kid his trembling and shaking body. A massive signal of pain and struggle, confusion and anger hit Darlene. Darlene copied the facial movements of Kraus and tried to process his body signals and screams at the same time in her own mind. Her hand formed a fist and she felt the need to punch someone in the face. Beside the anger and confusion a certain calmness and was present. She switched her eyes to the man standing next to the new kid. He seemed to be calm. Darlene could use this man his presence to balance the signals coming in. should she walk in? the nurse told her to walk, so she should walk.. but she never told her where to go. Darlene looked back at the leather chair near the window to see if she could spot the nurse. She was looking for an answer to her question, an confirmation.. she couldn’t make up her mind without one. She needed one.. someone. The new kid had noticed her and turned his head towards her. She felt his eyes pointing at her and she made the eye contact again. She copied every facial movements of his again while hearing what he said. (Kraus) “Lois…they took her away. I love Lois….I need Lois. Find…Lois….Please?” Darlene kept looking at him, repeating his words in her mind. The man next to him then opened his mouth, saying something about the nurses giving back Lois. Darlene scratched the back of her head and pulled her brown sleek hair nervously. She stepped into the room quickly with her bare feet soundless. She sneaked up behind the man now leaning over the new kid trying to get him out of the restrains. She kept quiet for a few seconds but then couldn’t keep herself in. she whispered softly (Darlene) ‘’ You can’t pick his locks.. The nurses have the keys right? Just like they have Lois. You told him they have Lois. He should walk with Lois . can you make him walk with Lois? ‘’ She stood close to the man while moving her upper body to the right to see what he was doing. (Darlene) ‘’ we got to find Lois. ‘’ As she studied the facial movements of the man trying to pick the lock she just copied them flawless just like the tone he spoke to the new kid. (Darlene) ‘’ you’re crazy right? How do you know where Lois is? .. You need to get him out of here right? ‘’ –

VladePrimusOriginus: He rests there for many more moments gather more and more strength that he would need to bring himself back up onto his feet and untangle his pained arm within the sleeve. All together it takes him about half an hour before he uses the wall to pull himself to his feet. He pulls his binding under his legs so his hands were now in front of him. He tries to throw his arms down and back to give slack at the spinal column so he would have at least something small to work with in order to remove the Binding jacket. The only trouble with this was the fact that they know him to escape captivity from most models of restraints so they went to an added precaution and installed a rip cord into the lining of the sleeves and restraint so should a scenario like this arise and the Switch is triggered then His binds would pull themselves tight again and alert the supervisors The trick to getting through this particular jacket was the basic releasing sequence of the binds across his back He had to open them in sequence of Top, bottom top, bottom…etc. Of course that was how it was intended to open. He had no desire to take the time needed to break the restrain caps open so instead he digs his chin into the neck socket of the jacket Even with three of the restraints released this was not going to be a fun escape. If only he had one of the surgical implements, but alas even as the thieving skills he possessed he was not yet able to acquire a bladed instrument. What made matters worse was the effects the drugs he was on were having on his motor development and mental stamina, He was fighting quite hard with the muteness that seems to continuously muffle his every sensation. He raps the binds on his arms around the tops of the Mid support system installed into the wall. It grabs it now using a rather idiotic idea that would either seriously injury kill or in the unlikely scenario release him from this jacket. The support grabs the Binds and begins pulling his upper torso straight up by applying resistance and slack in intervals he tricks the machinery into thinking he was made loose from the wall and escaping, So by default recognition it begins tightening more and more.Eventually he hears a pop and the loud noise of the polymer synthetic material ripping. The strain it put on his upper back and hips was incredible The fact that he could feel it even with the incredulous amount of opiates he was on also scared him. Once it had ripped clean through he smiles to himself Having full use of his arms now he stares at his mangled arm and risks to himself right before he goes into a rage filled string of profanities of the most foul. His reason for doing so was the Stress of himself Individually relocated a large amount of bones in his left arm. At this point since he would have his hands free he removes the Psycho mask from his face and begins cramming his fingers into his mouth. He knew they made him take them and eh wanted their poisons out of his body. “I’m not one of you crazies….” He would mutter just before he vomits out a large stream of greening liquid. Once he had felt he had puked enough he stops himself Walking out of his Solitary unit he looks at the nurses and supervisors stations, they appeared to be busy with some file work. Files…. He thinks for a moment before letting the idea pass. “ Don’t need to know why they think I’m crazy, The voices say I’m fine. There the crazy ones….” He chuckles and shakes his head. The voices begin to fade and his vision seems to return to him as well as with a rather intense sense of heat top his eyes. He walks into the room with the newest arrival he heard of and chuckles as he throws the mask to the floor. “ You know it would be a lot more effective if you just strip the lock with the bind bolts of your hand guards?” He looks at the three in the room. The male in the bed seemed to be on some sort of mild agravent. “ I think he has a concussion, look at the bruising on his face. Who is this damned Lois I keep hearing about?” He demands the emotions around him inspiring a moment of anger with which he soon quiets himself since he realized that the nurses and supervisor would notice in not to long he was missing. So he sits and watches.

 
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the staff lounge, Doctor Stephan Morolo, was sipping a black coffee, while enjoying a Danish, that was resting on a fine china plate. The door opened, and a nurse that had been doing the last shift ambled in, with dark circles under her eyes, and looking like shit. Having just had to subdue a patient, and arrange the wards men, to helps escort an out of control patient, that had bitten off another patient’s ear to the padded room, she was ready to grab her gear from her locker and get the hell out of the institution. “I swear…if they don’t get more funding, and more staff, it’s going to be me that they throw in that cell. Jesus….have you seen the latest patients that they just brought from the Clinic, Stephan?” She jerked her thumb towards the window, where you could see straight into the ward. Not even looking up from his magazine, which happened to be on the collecting of Pokemon trading cards, Doctor Morolo made an inaudible grunt, before reaching for his Danish and taking another bite. The nurse stood now with her hands on her hips, and then cocked her head. “Are you even paying attention to me? The latest one attacked a nurse in the Clinic. Smashed her face real good. We have him restrained, but I think he is coming too. You MIGHT want to get off your ass and go see for yourself.” Finally Stephan glanced up from his magazine, as crumbs from his Danish sprinkled across the top of his coat. “Not sure if you noticed, Nurse Haggis, but I am….on a break.” He wiggled the Danish in his hand, with more crumbs dropping down onto his magazine. The nurse face palmed, and stormed over to her locker, yanking it open and taking out her handbag, muttering under her breath about the lack of care the staff had for the patients. Shrugging, the Doctor went right on back to finishing his Danish, while the nurse slammed her locker closed. Squaring off, she snorted. “You are a pig of a man, Stephan.” Her words dripping with distaste. The Doctor shrugged, again without looking up. “And you my dear, are a maggot infested croonie who needs a good fuck.” The nurse went slack jawed, while the Good Doctor licked his fingers, and then rose to standing, rolling his magazine and placing it under his arm. “NOW my break is over. Good day, Nurse.” Striding out, leaving the nurse standing there catching flies, the Doctor went to see what all the fuss was about. Back at Kraus’s bedside, the man with the maniacal grin was trying to pick the lock of his restraints, with the remnants of a pen. He kept saying that if Kraus kept still, that he would get to see his Lois, and with the girl behind him, asking more questions, and then said. ’ You can’t pick his locks.. The nurses have the keys right? Just like they have Lois. You told him they have Lois. He should walk with Lois.. Can you make him walk with Lois? ‘’ If that was all it took, to be calm and then he would be free to walk and find Lois, he would try. Kraus became as rigid as a plank of wood, hoping, praying, that the cruel and twisted looking man could set him free. But then from across the room, he hears another patient cry out. “I’m not one of you crazies….” What? Crazies? No no…~I’m Superman…I am…no..no..not crazy. Stay still…calm, the nurses have Lois. Fool them all. Fool them, fool them all!~ his mind alive with activity, but like a damaged computer, his signals are all wrong, nothing is making sense. Should he tell them? Should he reveal his secret identity? He finds solace only in the girl, cause she knows Lois. She knows….He whispers. “Don’t tell them…don’t please. I am Superman.” His eyes imploring her to keep this most guarded secret. <3>

FlawlessVictory: *The man in the rolling stones T shirt looked up, as soon as Kraus went still he was able to pick the lock incredibly quick, and when he moved to the next one, he did it in record times. In fact later on, he assumed that the news report would include the information that he had beaten the current world record by about a quarter of a second. He pulled his hand away and spoke to the doctor, this newest piece of information putting together a plan in his head even as he opened his mouth, his normally calm voice tinted with an heir of excitement that would likely scare the crap out of the good Doctor, as he was one of the few still around from the last time he managed to bring such a plan together.* Doctor Luther, you should give Mr. Kent back Ms. Lane. I’ve freed him from the kryptonite encrusted manacles you placed him under; he now has his powers back, and will force you into submission if you do not immediately return his love to him. *Even as he said this, he was secretly picking the locks on the shackles around his feet, though he did not tell this to Kraus. He wanted Kraus to surge to his feet, and believes he had broken these now that he was freed and his powers returned. He stepped back and tossed the remains of the pen aside, picking four locks in ten seconds, a record that would never be matched, all to accomplish a simple goal of starting a little bit of mayhem, so that he could enjoy the screams and the sounds and sights of other people’s fear and pain once again… Quite insane, and yet quite a genius, as he prepared for the guards that would try to sedate him again, holding up his hands as they had inadvertently given him a weapon with the metal gloves, and taking deep breaths to keep his heart rate down so that he would be able to fight off the effects of their sedatives for a bit if they did manage to get him. He lifted his head and shouted.* NOW SUPERMAN! GET BACK YOUR LOVE! *Just for the theatrics, he threw a meaningful glance at one of the patients in the corner, one who spent his entire life sitting at the only piano in the building, a surprisingly well tuned grand piano, on which he began to play some very slow and inspiring but dramatic music, as he quite loved to match the mood of a room with his tunes. All orchestrated by the man in a Rolling Stones T shirt… If this didn’t get him on the news again, he might have to make another bomb.*

MaylionCarrendar: – Darlene shoved her hands on her head scratching the top of her head wildly. The emotions everyone expressed and especially the third man were getting overwhelming. On top of that she kept thinking about Lois in her mind for some reason. This Lois must have been an important person, and the nurses took her! Those damn bitches. Darlene shook her head a few times in order to express her confusion and trying to deal with it. But as the new kid strapped to the bed opened his mouth and whispered something she opened her eyes wildly. At first his words didn’t make sense, but after a few seconds of staring at him it started to ring some bells. The man spoke to the doctor about Mr Kent getting back his Lois, but she didn’t listen. She didn’t even noticed that the doc had entered the room just as the security guards. Normally she would focus on the doctor only since everyone around her other than doc’s and nurses were insane idiots with unstable moods that influence her in the wrong way.. But this young man laying on his bed.. was superman!. Before superman even could have the chance to get up and fly to his Lois to kiss her intense and stroke her hair while flopping her over his strong shoulders, Darlene made a jump for it. She placed her hands on the man who picked the locks his shoulders and made an attempt to push him sideways with strength while he was shouting about superman. If she managed to push him sideways towards the guards she would make a jump for the bed throwing herself completely on top of Kraus the superman. Darlene would take his shirt in her hands and shake him. (Darlene) ‘’ SUPERMAN! You’re superman? You can fly us out! We can be free! WE CAN FLY AWAY! ALL OF US! You can fly right?! … Right? .. WE”RE SAVED .. WE”RE SAVED!! ‘’ Darlene laughed out loud while showing a wide smile aimed for the doctor. She kept shaking superman, Lifting him up from his bed and pushing him down hard. (Darlene) ‘’ You’re free right?! Take us out! ‘’ as she lifted superman a bit from his bed she let him loose and jumped on her feet on the bed. She had placed her feet beside superman his body and was ready to jump up and down to celebrate this sudden surge of happiness that went through her body. Darlene repeated the words the third man had said. (Darlene) ‘’ We’re not the crazy ones! We’re getting saved by superman! … ‘’ she held herself in for a moment while looking down at Kraus with wide open eyes… a bit softer and more insecure she then asked. (Darlene) ‘’ you’re going to save us too right?.. ‘’ One minute she was happy and screamed like a child.. The next moment she was hit by her need of confirmation and security. Her mouth started to pull nervously while looking up and down from the doc to the security guards and superman. (Darlene) ‘’ Just do it fast.. they will come for us.. and lock us.. ‘’

VladePrimusOriginus: “Why are the new ones always on the good drugs.” He facepalms himself and stands up, As he does so his leg swoon from underneath him and he falls onto the ground rather forcefully. “ Damn psycho-depresents.” He proceeds to sit up and try to reteach his failing motor skill units of his brain to obey and move his desired body parts. “Such quaint and curious assortments of unknown status..” His voice now holds more strength then it did from moments ago. It was as if the very confides of his mind flipped upon themselves. He was essentially acting as if he was a totally different person in which he was due to the shuddering of his mental stabilities. He shakes his head and looks out the window into the nurses unit again It was about time for him to act Since This New young arival was free it would cause his analytical disorder to proprigate Crunching a few variables together he decides to assess the situation rather sparingly. He would walk up to poor Darlene And place his single hand upon her shoulder. This was when the most sadistic of things popped into his head. HE knew that she would believe anything anyone said regardless of their validity. And him being the curious being he was wished to test just how far she could be pushed into believing things before the strain from the mental stress causes her to snap outward and retaliate. Though what course of action she would go about doing this is what ultimately interested him to proceed. He studies her expression for a moment before he whispers a simple sentence in her ear. This was a terrible thing to say to someone who was at her state of sanity. What he spoke into her ear was nothing more then a . “Are you god? Your mind created everything you have to be god.” He looks into here eyes and gives her a far out look. This was a rather cruel thing to do but his curiosity was only just sparked. It was clear why they kept him in solitary confinement. His complete force with others mental psychos was one rather violent it was as if he knew he was insane yet just couldn’t accept it as factual basics so he applied his knowledge to further prove everyone else was insane. A rather poor place to be sent for the disorders he possessed. He picks up the mask and puts it back onto his face. “The supervisors are coming.” He announces just as he sneaks behind the door. His intentions were as they had always been for the past year he lived here. Escape. He himself also had to find someone. His mother.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Ever seen the reaction from people in a crowded place, when a bomb goes off? Usually they scatter, away from the point of impact, to save themselves and their loved ones from harm. But what if the bomb, was actually within the very person who had been strapped to a bed and believed, he was in fact Superman. Doctor Morolo was just entering the ward, when he heard one of the male patients cry out. “Doctor Luther, you should give Mr. Kent back Ms. Lane. I’ve freed him from the kryptonite encrusted manacles you placed him under; he now has his powers back, and will force you into submission if you do not immediately return his love to him.” Raising a sharp eyebrow and then taking out his Pokémon collector book and stuffing it into his pocket, he retorted. “I am afraid, you are mistaken. Doctor Luther is on the next shift. I am Doctor Morolo, and…hmm kryptonite encrusted manacles? Since when did the board allocate money for those goodies? I would have put an order in for a kryptonite ball gag and matching handcuffs.” You had to wonder, was Doctor Morolo as mad as his patients, or was this how he would diffuse the situation at hand. Either way, the fun had just begun. The other ward patients were now getting excited and over stimulated, screaming and laughing manically, as the male patient come locksmith, sung out loudly in an effort to have Superman rise to the occasion. .”NOW SUPERMAN! GET BACK YOUR LOVE!” A roar from the patients, all cheering as they were about to see the real Superman do his thing. Someone was going to make an escape. Kraus heard the cry, and was about to jump up off the bed….when…Darlene knocked over the locksmith, and jumped ontop of Kraus. She was like that of a ferocious Cat woman, and in fact, that is what Kraus thought she was; Catwoman! Tearing at his shirt and screaming at him. SUPERMAN! You’re superman? You can fly us out! We can be free! WE CAN FLY AWAY! ALL OF US! You can fly right?! … Right? .. WE”RE SAVED .. WE”RE SAVED!! ‘’ Kraus was horrified, as she was picking up her body and slamming him back on the bed. Kraus gasped and then attempted to grab the girls arms and toss her off onto the floor. “GET OFF ME, BITCH!” Hollaring, and jerking, starting to fight off the woman, while the Doctor just stood there, and mumbled. “They really should let us bring our mobile phones into the ward. This would be great on youtube. Then it dawned on Doctor Morolo just who was being throttled by Darlene. “Ahhh Kraus Zimmerman. The one from the paper. How’s Inga?” Well…that was the wrong name to use, in front of Kraus. Like a bolt of lightning had been fired up his ass. The name Inga kept being repeated, over and over and Kraus shook his head, crying and his face became contorted with rage. “NOOOOO!”- Now, his mental fate was sealed. His legs rising up, and he had BROKEN his bonds. Yes…he was the Man of steel. Throwing the girl off him in a force that was sure to have her on her ass, he leapt up and stood proudly, tearing off his hospital gown to reveal his naked form. He didn’t see himself as naked, he could see himself in the red and blue of the Superman suit. Punching his arm out and in a bold attempt to fly, he ran the two steps and up…up…up off his bed. He did fly…for all of..five seconds, and crash landed on the floor in a tangled heap, his ass pointing skywards, his nose broken, since he used his face to stop himself. Doctor Morolo pressed the emergency switch on his pager, and the red alarm light came on. The sound of many bootsteps could be heard running towards the ward, while the Doctor simply stepped back, and watched the antics of the patients with a sadistic grin. Who was truly sane? <3>

FlawlessVictory: *One of the nurses took advantage of the man in the Rolling Stones shirt’s distraction as he was shoved; stabbing him in the neck with the heaviest sedative they had on the premises. He spun around, slapping her with his metal glove as hard as he could, sending her crumbling to the ground unconscious, but alive, and he turned and ran, performing a horrible attempt at leaping the bed Kraus had been laid down in, as a few of the larger men were rushing into the room, one of them cursed as he saw what was happening, saying under his breath “Fucking Chaos.” As this was the nickname given to the man in the Rolling Stones tee. Chaos tumbled as his feet caught on the bed, but scrambled along the ground, having to reach “superman” before he passed out, and screaming.* GET THEM! GET THEM! BREAK THEM ALL! MAKE THEM DIE! DIE! DIE! THEY WORK FOR LUTHER! KILL THEM SUPERMAN!!!!! KIIIILLL THEEEEMMM!!!! *He reached Kraus and tried to smack his back, trying to make him get up; this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The nurses had to be injured; Chaos needed them to go through pain. His plans did not fail, his facade of calm washed away as quickly as he had put it on when he saw an opportunity. His last act as he passed out was to scream in Kraus’ ear.* THEY KILLED LOIS! *And with that, he simply collapsed a light smile on his face as he faded into a dream state to imagine all the after-effects of what he had done. He wanted so bad to watch, but he would have to imagine and then confirm whatever possibility happened once he regained consciousness, he simply relaxed and dreamt on the floor.*

MaylionCarrendar: – Woink woink woink. The bed continued to making the cru sound of movement due Darlene stamping on the bed and Superman beneath her going poco-loco and trying to get the crazy woman off him. To make the situation worse she noticed this man standing next to her looking at her. She acknowledge his present but didn’t dare to look at him, she avoided his look. But then she felt his breath in her ear whispering a small and short sentence. “Are you god? Your mind created everything you have to be god.” She stared at the man his eyes now for a quick moment pulling the facial expression he had on his face, a sort of cruel one. Nearly weird… as soon as the man appeared he disappeared and she concentrated back on Kraus beneath her who tried to grab her arms. She slammed his hands back against the bed as they tried to grab her arms. She was completely over the top filled with different emotions and nearly gone insane due the signals and tension she got from the folks in the room. (Darlene) ‘’ I’m god right? I can make you fly!… right? RiGHT?! ‘’ The doctor kept talking but all that information went pass her. One ear in .. The other ear out. Exit.. gone.. Poof! Kraus finally managed to apparently kick her off. She fell sideways off the bed. Her legs nearly flew up in the sky and her head went down smacking the hard surface beneath her. As she dropped on her head next to the bed she could see the flying naked body hitting the ground. With the image of that turned upside down she screamed. (Darlene) I SUMMONED ADAM! ‘’ Next thing she knew she dropped on her back watching the ceiling while she saw the red of the light going off in the room and feeling the trembling of the feet in the distance. (Darlene ) ‘they.. Are coming! FLYING NEEDLES! ‘’ She screamed and rolled on her stomach watching how the pick locker was going to a struggle with a nurse. Being slammed with a needle in the neck she saw him going down while screaming for superman (???) ‘’ THEY KILLED LOIS! ‘’ . She smacked her fist against the ground while feeling how both of her arms were grabbed by the security guards and being pulled up while having needles being shot in both of her arms. . Her hair was hanging in front of her face while screaming in pure fear. (Darlene) ‘’ NO!.. No!! … nooo ‘’ The screaming turned into loud crying, and the loud crying eventually turned into whining. (Darlene) ‘’ they will kill us too.. ‘’ with a high pitch voice she mumbled things about death, and being killed.. Murder. The guard standing on her right softly tapped her shoulder while saying. (Guard) ‘’ There – there Darlene ‘’ As he rose up his head to look at the other guard he smirked and directed his word at his colleague (Guard) ‘’ sometimes they would be better of being dead. Don’t you think? ‘’

CharlotteCarrendar:- The wards men, about six in total came racing into the ward, all set to take down the patients that were causing the riot. Doctor Morolo, well he seemed to be enjoying this far more than he should. Turning a cheek and seeing the muscle bound baboons in white, he chuckled under his breath. “Right on time.” Seeing Kraus in all his glory and doing a heroic Superman pose on the bed, with the legs of Darlene over the side, had Doctor Morolo burst out laughing. I mean, yes this was serious, but fuck was it funny. Seeing the wards men enter a lot of the more timid patients started to run or amble back to their beds for safety, while the likes of Mister Lock smith, he got a needle for his trouble, to sedate him and bring him down. This was like watching “On Safari” with Mental patients as the game. “Oooo” Doctor Morolo made that sound, wincing as Chaos hit the deck hard. But before he bit the big one and went on to la la land, he slapped the naked Kraus’s back and screamed on the top of his lungs. GET THEM! GET THEM! BREAK THEM ALL! MAKE THEM DIE! DIE! DIE! THEY WORK FOR LUTHER! KILL THEM SUPERMAN!!!!! KIIIILLL THEEEEMMM!!!! This only infuriated the wards men, who surrounded Kraus, who was still spread eagled on the floor. With a blooded nose, dripping all over the tiles, Kraus lifted his head, and heard the final words of Mister Locksmith. ‘’ THEY KILLED LOIS! ‘’ Kraus roared in anger. THEY KILLED LOIS?! He scrambled to his feet, still naked as the day he was born, and saw a grinning Doctor Morolo. He had to be Lex Luthor. Why else would he be grinning like that? Mad evil…Kraus had to save everyone, he had to save them all. If Lois was dead….he had nothing to live for. “ I SUMMONED ADAM! Darlene screamed, now believing she was God. Kraus had no time to greet Adam, his target was Lex Luthor. Wild eyes, he beat his own chest, and then made a running dash towards Doctor Morolo, who barely got out the word “Fuuuuu…” He was hit on the full, both men going down, the naked Kraus on top of him, beating the Doctor senseless, pounding out his rage, as his snot and spittle sprayed the Doctor’s face. The other wards men all piled on top of the two men. It was like watching Saturday night football, and trying to get a streaker off the Ref. “GET..HIM..OFF…GAAAAAH…YOU GOONS GET OFF!” Doctor Morolo roared, blood spurting from his nose and mouth. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – The sounds of the folks in the room echoed through her mind. All darn hell broke loose. Satan her worst enemy at the moment was busy taking over the institute. Darlene still feeling like a god without having strong impulses messing up her brain due the medication rose her head up to watch the situation. The guards released her arms as they noticed she was calm again and for as far as they know not being able to pull shit. They barged right on top of the other wards struggling to get Naked Adam under control. Darlene stood there on her feet unstable as the doctor was screaming for help, and Adam (Formerly known as superman) was raging on top of him in full attack mode. Her eyes scanned the room. The Unconscious man on the floor.. The mountain of guards on top of each other.. The bed.. But what was that? Her eyes scanned the floor and located the pieces of pen. As every dork was focused on the raging naked Adam she picked up the pieces of pen and screwed them back in one piece. With medication her mind was more clear and she could actually think about realistic things to do. She had to break into the office to find the files of Lois. She needed proof the institute killed her. If that was the case she could call the FBI and make the institute close. With the pen as an assault weapon she quickly moved towards the pile of wards. They were moving intense and couldn’t be still for a moment for Darlene to search for their keys. They were impossible to take over and get the keys, she needed a weaker opponent. Slowly leaving the room hoping to be unnoticed she passed a few idiots who were all interesting staring at the doc on the floor. As some of them screamed and slammed their head she kept her head quite low and followed a single female nurse dragging this idiot with her to his room. She heard the keys ring in her pockets. She looked around one more time before raising her hand with the pen in it above her head. With a quick aim for the spine in her neck she slammed the pen at that spot in the nurse her neck. The poor thing didn’t see it coming, but the pen didn’t penetrate. But it did do enough damage for Darlene to jump on her back after and grab her hair pulling it backwards. As the nurse dropped on her knees screaming Darlene quickly shoved her hands in the pockets of the nurse looking for the keys. She un-did the keys from a chain quickly and jumped up to run for the door of the nurses room. –

CharlotteCarrendar:- The pandemonium of the ward, was slowly abating, as drugged and terrified patients fell back, to see the wards men coming off the naked Superhero. They grabbed him by both arms, and reefed him up and off the Doctor, who was coughing violently trying to regain his breath, after having not only his chest pressed so hard, that he may have broken a rib or two. The Doctor rolled over on the floor, and spat a blooded lugey out onto the tiles, before slowly pushing himself up to standing. Kraus was not drugged, although had the wards men wanted it, they would have. In the tight grips on their gnarled hands, they held him before Doctor Morolo, waiting for directions on just where to take him. The Doctor wiped the blood from his nose and it smeared across his cheek, his brown eyes glazed from the wetness brought on by the pain. Kraus was panting hard, lost for words, lost in his own mind. The Doctor was not stupid, for he recognized the man before him, and it twigged who Lois really was. Taking two steps he closed the gap between them, and then whispered. “Clark, Lois is fine. She is safe and at home, where she belongs.” He patted Kraus’s shoulder, causing Kraus to flinch and using his “powers” he tried to make his eyes burn off Doctor Morolo’s face. Course, this did not work, and the Doctor sighed. “As much fun as this was, you are going to spend some time in solitary. I’m sorry.” The Doctor then looked at all the others, and then headed off to the next ward, blood splattered all over his coat, while the wards men, dragged a screaming Kraus, all the way to the solitary chamber. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Normally people were cheering her on when she was running for it, saving people’s life. At least that’s what she always thought they were doing. Maybe it was her head playing with her .. And it refused to play with her this time. She was dead-on serious and nobody seemed to pay attention. Her mind felt different again. She didn’t got shot up with this kind of medication every day. She knows that when she’s on to something suspicious this institute would give her medication to make her mind empty. Thinking of her empty mind she started to punch her own head with her fist while running towards the nurse’s office. She pounded hard in order to make her mind awake from the medication. Of course that wouldn’t work, but in her head this world was different. This place was hell, and that doctor was Satan. She was god trapped, and her angels were turned into lunatics.. but most importantly … Naked Adam lost his naked Eva.. and there was a big chance Satan had abducted Eva and had sex with her and slaughtered her in the basement of this hell, and maybe Satan had abducted Superman and Lois as well!.. After she fell off the bed she hadn’t see superman anymore. She had to get to the bottom of this. She heard the screaming of Adam who surprisingly had the same voice of Superman down the hall. They got Adam… they going to have sex with him too!! Her sleek brown hair moved along with her head as she tried look over her shoulder, but before she got a good view of what happened down the hall she smacked her face with speed against the office door. WHAM. (Darlene) ‘’ Ooofff!! Darn satan moved the office so I would hit it! ‘’ She growled a bit while whipping the side of her head against her shoulder and trying to find the good key to fit the lock. She noticed the red lights still went off in the buildings and felt a certain rush shooting through her veins. The keys fit the lock perfectly and after two turns to the right she heard the ‘Click’. As an mental ill person she opened the door and closed the door right behind her. The office was empty since every Ass-kisser-of-satan was hunting for the angels. Darlene sneaked to a cabin in the corner of the office to search the personal files of the angels. As she opened it an scrolled down the list of names her eye fell quickly on this one name.. Lois, Newland. It was a different last name.. but it was the only Lois in the complete list of patients. They must have changed the last name to mask the fact that this was Lois.. This was the real Lois! .. Darlene quickly opened the dossier and quickly let her eyes glide over every page until she read the line ‘’ Patient deceased ‘’ Though she had missed the whole personal information about this Lois and the fact that she was 79, died of an heart attack back in 2003. Just as she ripped the page out of the file and hid it in her bra the door flew open. One ward and a very angry nurse standing next to him stared down at Darlene. (Nurse) ‘’ There she is! She was the one who made sure Nurse Betty is send home due a neck injury! .. PAID SICK DAYS! ‘’ The ward slowly nodded and made two steps closer to Darlene.. that’s all it took actually.. He was tall and big and had long legs. Darlene dropped the dossier quickly and start slapping her head hard in order to come across very confused and innocent about what she was doing in the office. (Darlene) ‘’ the birds! The birds are making a mess.. they are birds right? Need to shoot them! ‘’ She kept slapping the side of her head with her hand . As the ward picked her up and didn’t bother to search her for dangerous weapons or stolen items he nodded at the nurse. (Ward) ‘’ It must be the air, They all are doing extra insane because of that naked new guy pretending to be superman. ‘’ He was tired from this troublesome day and had lack of energy to follow the appropriate rules. As Darlene got dragged with him all she kept thinking about was that soon it was time to Screw Satan in the ass because superman lost his Lois. For her it all seemed legit and.. make sense.

The Secret life of Lotus. – Part Six. (Finale)

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betrayal, character, fiction, Geisha, Ira, Israeli, Japanese, Lotus, music, spies, The Death Club, Wolf, writing

Roleplay Group : The Death Club

A New cold war.

The Secret life of Lotus – Part Six. (Finale)

Sadness – When a petal falls.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

-Ira could see on Masiko’s back, the tattoo of the Lotus. Carried out by a member of the Yakuza, the exquisite depiction of a lotus in bloom was without a doubt captivating to those that love this form of body art. Just below her left shoulder, it captured her soul beautifully. Ira was impressed by this, but as Masiko pulled up her dress once more, she swallowed hard. Memories began to resurface of what getting that tattoo meant. Turning back around and sitting back upon the edge of the bed, she continued with her bed time story. Already now, the sun had long since gone, and the streets of Moscow, were illuminated with the street and car lights, the buildings, becoming jewels in a black velvet night. Though hungry, Ira wanted to hear this story to its conclusion. They had not yet reached the summit, in the story of her life. Masiko clasped her hands together tightly as she spoke softly.

“I was to find that my Father’s connections led news of my tattoo back to him. Needless to say, his reaction was swift and brutal. If he could have carved it from my flesh, with a knife, he would have. But instead, he took me outside, and beat me repeatedly. Although I had learnt to fight, he was my Father, and I had to endure my punishment in silence. I remember seeing my Grandmother, watching on, the look in her eyes. Such hatred. I did not know that they both knew the truth. At this stage, I was still unaware. When the beating was done, they left me there, and went to arrange what would become my new life. Taking me out of school at the age of fifteen, and then packing my bags, they sent me to the Geisha house of my Father’s Mistress. My Father’s obsession with Geisha had him turn to the idea, that if I was one, then I would bring pride to the family name. That and he would finally be rid of me. My fees were paid, to the Okiya, who was the Head of the Geisha house.”

Masiko paused and then blinked, following with; “It would be the last time, I would see my Father. He simply put up his umbrella and headed back to his car. No words spoken, not even farewell.”

The more that Ira heard of Masiko’s life, the more his heart opened up to her. Sadly, he knew that once the bed time story was told, that she may well return into the dark prison where her soul was held captive. This was indeed a rare talk. Masiko was unfolding, opening up like the very Lotus that was upon her back. The world of the Geisha, was far removed from Western society and similar cultures, as it was from even those of the Japanese themselves. Steeped in tradition, they truly are an art form, unlike any other. One thing that has never changed, was that the biggest industry in Japan was not shipbuilding, producing cultured pearls, or manufacturing transistor radios or cameras. It is and always has been entertainment. A Geisha was the ultimate Japanese woman. The term Geisha literally translates to mean “entertainer”. One that could captivate and serve a man, to show him off at his best in a public gathering or setting. The perfect hostess, and a fine accessory to the business man, who wanted to be seen as having everything. His wants, needs, and desires are to be met without fault.

“Once inside the walls of the Geisha house, the Okaa-san, other Geisha and Maiko were to become my Mother and sisters. They were my new family. Of all the Geisha I would be assigned to, it was to be Kikuyu, my Father’s Geisha. She was to be my Onee-san, the closest that I would have, in the years of training to be Geisha. As her Imouto-san, I was her servant, while she trained me in the arts of how to work in a Hanamachi. To serve tea, playing shamisen, and dancing. Musical ability is also important. I had to master every instrument, as well as sing. Something that I did not believe I was good at. I don’t know how many times I was hit with a fan, for getting it wrong.”

Ira adjusted his posture, and relaxed more in the chair, as he continued to listen, but had many questions. “And your Father did not come to the Geisha house, even though your Geisha sister was his?” Maiko shook her head from left to right and back.. “Kikuyu would always have to be ready, and go to meet him, either in a car that he had organised for her, or to travel to a nearby tea house to meet him in the district. I remember the hours that it took to prepare her for those nights. Everything had to be immaculate, her hair, makeup and the dressing of her in the special kimono. That alone was something I had to get used to. When she would go out, I would have to stay up and wait till the early hours of morning for her return, and then help her undress and ready for bed on her return. Thankfully, she did not speak of her time with my Father, for at this stage, I felt hardness in my heart for him. As I was not yet tested to be Geisha, I could not go out with her to “entertain”, but remain behind in the house, and clean and serve others their meals. During that time, I practiced everything, from how to walk, how to kneel, how to serve tea. I knew there was no escape, that this was my one and only chance to prove all wrong about me. I kept my silence, when not spoken too. Diligent;, and mindful of my place.”

“So when did you become a full Geisha, Masiko?” Ira asked, taking out his cigarette packet and tapping it on his palm. His eyes trained on her, watching for a change in her demeanor. This was when there was a flickering in her eyes, and part of the veil started to rise back up. “As a Imouto-san, the key to learning, is to watch everything. No matter how small or insignificant, and learn to mimic and get it down pact, that you yourself are immersed with your Geisha side. Soon, I was surpassing the other Maiko, and this did please my Onee-san. You see, when you are assigned a sister, the relationship is like that of what you westerners regard as like a marriage. Kikuyu was the one to have assigned my Maiko name. She took full responsibility for any fault or the displeasing of clients, when I was ready to be shown in public. A full year, after my Father dropping me off at the Geisha house, I would emerge, dressed in a full celebration Kimono, and become a Maiko that would be requested across the many tea houses of the district.”- Masiko actually looked proud, her cheeks reddening, and there was something about her eyes. Ira toyed with an unlit cigarette, and asked. “So what was your Geisha name? What did Kikuyu choose for you?”

A Geisha’s name is specially chosen, so that it has not only meaning, but will be popular with the clients that vow for her services. The name chosen for Masiko, was one that had special meaning. “I was called Kyoka, which in part means flower or perfume, depending on how it was taken.” This made perfect sense to Ira, considering that Ryu had the tattoo made on her, of a Lotus. Ira wondered what Ryu must have done, to find that Masiko had been taken from school, and placed in the Geisha house. Knitting his brow, he placed the cigarette down on the table beside him, and lent forward, curious of one thing. “Did Ryu search for you? Did he try to hire your services, if it was known in the social circles where you were?”

Suddenly, Masiko rose from the bed, and turned away from Ira. Her hair whipping around her as she could not seem to face Ira at this point. She stood, staring out the large window, her hands clenching into fists. This was to be the part of the story, where hell was unleashed. Ira got up from his chair, and approached her, but keeping a safe distance, since he knew they were still just acquaintances, and partners in this operation. “Misako?” Ira was now concerned, and without thinking, reached for her shoulder, attempting to bring her around to face him. Misako did turn, but the look on her face, was one of a woman who had been broken. Stunned, Ira looked down into her eyes, and said, “What happened?”

Masiko tried to speak, and the words were just not there. Like she was frozen from fear. But who would she fear? Who in her life had brought her great harm. Surely not Ryu. He was her best friend, he was the one, that named her. His Lotus. “Misako….speak to me.” Ira implored, now seriously worried about her. Having gone this far, she needed to let it out. Finally, after a few nervous moments, Masiko started to tell, exactly how she became what she was today.

“The House mother had received an invitation, for both me and Kikuyu, to perform on a vessel, a yacht. It was said that a new patron, wished to …wished to…*Masiko repeated herself, as Ira urged her with his eyes to continue*…to deflower….me.” Ira looked confused, and asked. “But I thought that was about granting permission, and surely not someone you had never met.” Ira was thinking this made perfect sense, and then he thought he had it figured out. “Ryu was to be your patron, am I right?” Masiko started to nod…but then shook her head slowly, as the tears fell. Ira now placed both hands on her shoulders, and urged her to tell him. “Who was on that yacht? Who was your patron, Masiko?”

“We were sent for, and picked up in a fancy car. Kikuyu thought this was to be a great moment for me, she was so proud of how I looked. I was so scared, and then when we were dropped off at the yacht, all these members of the Yakuza were there. But I could not see my father. They all allowed us to pass them, as they bowed, and we went up the gangplank. Ryu was on the boat, he was standing there, but the look on his face. Anger. I thought it was something I had done, but he bowed, and we were ushered inside, to the main cabin. Kikuyu kept smiling at me, that everything would be alright, but I had sick feeling in my stomach. There was a man, standing with his back to us when we entered. Grey haired, but smartly dressed. I then heard a woman laugh, and I looked over to the bar, and this red headed woman, was smiling and toasting me with a glass of champagne.

“Poppa….look who is here?” The red woman hair said, smirking as she took a sip of champagne.
Masiko held herself steady, while a large security guard came in and seized Kikuyu’s arm. Kikuyu cried out as the guard chuckled, and dragged her out of the room, screaming back for Masiko. Not a minute later, there was the sound of two gunshots, followed by the thud of a body on the deck. Masiko looked for the exits, but in her kimono and geta, she would not be able to make a run for it.

The man with grey hair, finally turned around, and when it was when she saw his face, she realized who it was. He smiled at her, as she could feel the blood run from her face. He tapped his cigar, and then placed it between his lips and puffed on it, chuckling as he could see that she was terrified.

“You know…with all that makeup on, you are still as beautiful as your Mother. Course, she had to go and kill herself, to get away from me. But then…then I found out, that…she left me a gift.”- He slipped his hand inside his pocket and then extracted a piece of paper. A birth certificate. He unfolded the document, and coughed, placing down the cigar in a crystal ashtray. “Ahem…turns out, that for all these years, you have had the impression, that I was some sort of monster. I do remember you watching, as I fucked your mother. You were so sweet then. *the man grinned broadly, while the red headed woman started to laugh* “Well….according to this…*he held out the document and waved it about*…you…like your mother, belong to me.  You… are a part of me.  My blood is flowing through your veins…. Daughter.” Masiko wanted to be sick. All the years, her life had been a lie, and now the knife was about to be twisted even further into her heart.

Ira watched her intently, as Masiko came to the last page in the bedtime story.

“Who was the man in the suit?” Ira begged of her, half knowing, but wishing it was not so. The final blow. The falling of the petal….

“It was Uri….my real Father.”

The Israeli was incredulous, shocked beyond belief. He kept shaking his head, and released her from his hold, turning around, and then laughed, laughed like this was some sick and cruel joke. This all made sense now. It’s how he got her back, to his side. Killing her sister Geisha, and taking her back to Israel, where she would be taught, by none other than her “sister”, Ayalah, how to please a man. From that day on, she was known simply as the Lotus.

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Who am I?

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80's, Death Club, Hospital Drama, insanity, Kraus, loss of identity, Madness, Mr Mister, music, Superman, writing

Role play Group : The Death Club

A New Cold War

Who am I?

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

-During the day, the garage behind the Tattoo shop was still a rather dark place with the unnatural light offered by the ultra violet tubes, giving off a strange glow. Dixie had been up for a few hours, and made herself a light breakfast of bagels with cream cheese, which she promptly threw up, since she was still suffering from morning sickness. On the coffee table, just opposite the tattered leather couch, were the remains of half a bagel, and a glass of water, which was half empty. Sitting parallel with the couch, the arm acting as a support, and her knees drawn up, Dixie had her sketch pad out on her thighs, and was sketching an image of Demetrios from her memory. Demetrios had another one of his “business” meetings to attend to, so he felt it was best if she stayed behind and got a sleep in. The quiet of the garage, was then sorely interrupted, by a knocking upon the garage door. Dixie was shading Demetrios’s nose, when she heard the three sharp taps, and then a few swear words in Swedish.

“Rocky?”

– Dixie sung out, swinging her legs off the couch, and rising to stand, before setting down her sketch pad and pencils on the coffee table. Dixie was dressed in pencil thin black jeans and her favourite old torn Van Halen T-shirt, which was starting to get tight around her middle. Her raven coloured locks were bound up loosely in a pony tail, with loose strays framing the sides of her face. The young Australian, who was wearing no shoes, wandered over to the garage door, and undid the locking mechanism, so it would roll upward and show her who her visitor was. Waiting on the other side of the garage door, was none other than Inga, who had caught a taxi from the hotel, where she had her meeting with Dani, and the Press conference for the Newspaper scandal retraction. Emotionally drained, and carrying a brown paper bag, like the kind you get from a liquor store, she was still in the black designer two piece suit, which was pulling tightly around her ample bust. Inga had on the pill box hat, with the spider net webbing mesh, that came down over her eyes, but that could not hide the tear filled eyes. Still putting on the face of one that had the world at her feet, in behind the facade, was a broken woman.

As the door rose up and revealed each of the women to each other, Inga stood quietly for a moment, and then with her bottom lip quivering, she muttered out between sobs.

“Skippy..I didn’t know where else to go..It’s really overz. *she quickly glanced past Dixie at the interior of the garage and then asked with a sniff*… Can I come inz?”

The wind had quite a chill to it, and Dixie shook her head and stood back, before replying.

“Don’t be silly, Rocky. Come in, come on.”

Inga hesitated at first, like she was waiting for something, but then quickly trotted in, her shoes making a bit of a din on the tiled floors. Dixie was quick to pull down the garage door, locking it closed, before turning back to see Inga placing down the bagged bottle and reaching up to take off her pill box hat, by withdrawing the large hat pin. The Swedish star, set down her hat next to the half eaten bagel, and rose back up to full height, turning around and then really getting a good look at the interior of the garage. With a bed over in one corner, desk in the other, the couch and coffee table with the TV, and of course the garage end with work station, and tool boxes for Demetrios’s Ducati. There was a small door that led off to the Tattoo shop, and then the bathroom door, just to the right of that. The smell of oil, was quite pungent, and Inga brought her hand up to her nose.

“How can you live with that smellz?”

Dixie dug her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and shrugged lightly.

“You obviously had no brothers. Trust me; there are worse things than this.”

Trying not to be insulted by Inga’s tactless comment, Dixie decided to grab the bull by the horns, or the Swede by the Tits, and ask the obvious question.

“You said it was really over. I take it you mean you and Kraus?”

– Dixie asked, before going to sit back on the couch, and urging Inga to do the same. Inga fiddled with her Hello Kitty clutch, pursing those pink lips, and then blinking rapidly, before looking at the ceiling, as she tried to gather her thoughts. The Swede drew in a breath, but you could see, that she was trying very hard not to cry. Dixie sat in silence, awaiting Inga’s answer, and she could see, that it was not going to be forth coming. Dixie sat forward, resting her elbows upon her knees, and her chin resting on her upturned fists. She refused to take her eyes of Inga, who was clutching her purse so tightly, you could see the white of her knuckles. Dixie frowned, the creases forming across her forehead, and she uttered softly.

“Inga..? You still love him. Don’t you?’

Inga let out a strangled laugh, like she was trying desperately to continue this charade, but failing horribly. Sniffing hard, she finally tossed down the hello kitty clutch, and you could see that single tear, possibly the start of many.

“Yah…I do. But I CAN’T love him. Don’t you see? I am an obsession to him. I do not know if he loves mez…or *she then gestured at her breasts, cupping her hands, before reaching up with her right hand, to wipe away the stray tear.*…these.”

Dixie tilted her head, and was incredulous by what Inga had just said.

“What? You think he only loves you for your tits? Are you crazy? Did he not stand by you after everything you have been through? The attack at the Death Club? His bedside visual at the Hospital?’

Dixie was not at all happy with what she was hearing, and rose to standing, walking towards Inga, and asking.

“Inga, if you still love him, for God’s sake, don’t let him go.”

Dixie reached out for both of Inga’s hands squeezing them tightly. Staring directly into her blue eyes. The pain that Dixie could see, so much hurt and uncertainty. Dixie sighed softly as Inga seemed to be unable to speak.

“At least, go see him in the Hospital. I feel terrible about what Dem and Alexandros did. I know he did the wrong thing, but he didn’t even fight back.”

Little did Dixie know, that Inga had already been. Inga stifled a sob and blurted.

“I seen himz…I went yesterdayz.”

– Thinking this was a sign of hope, Dixie smiled and said-

“He must have been overjoyed to see you. How is he?”

Inga withdrew her hands from Dixie’s grasp, her cheeks flaming crimson, and she picked up the bag on the table, taking out the full bottle of Johnny Walker scotch and walking unsteadily over towards the small kitchenette, taking out a mug and half filling it with scotch. A shaking hand as she set down the bottle, then thought for a moment, before taking a swig of the alcohol. She gasped loudly, as it burnt the inside of her throat, and coughed violently, setting down the mug on the bench. All the while, Dixie stood with her arms folded, knowing that this can’t be good. Not even looking back at Dixie, Inga with her head bowed, her blonde bun starting to come undone, spoke softly.

“He…vas notz awake. I remember the machinez beeping. The…err..Respirator, so slow.”

Dixie continued to listen, hoping that Inga would divulge exactly what went on in that hospital ward. Inga found her voice once more, after a nervous cough, but not looking back at Dixie, knowing full well that Dixie was watching her closely.

“I vas not there long. He uhm….I don’t think he even knew I vas there.”

Inga reached up for another cup and then picked up the bottle, starting to pour a cup of scotch for Dixie, who stormed over and took it from her hands and tipped it down the sink. Huffing under her breath, Dixie was now getting clearly annoyed.

“Drinking will not solve anything, and there is no way I am going to touch a drop while I am carrying Demetrios’s child. LOOK, you gotta snap out of this.”

– She set down the cup and then took Inga by the shoulders, turning Inga to face her. “What happened, Inga? What did you do?” Inga was like a rag doll in Dixie’s grip, clearly losing it as she was heaving another sob, her breath laced with scotch. Another minute, and then Inga said.

“I said… goodbye…”

In the private clinic, screams could be heard coming from Kraus’s ward. It was the pained cries of a man that had just lost it all. Having awoken to find the blooded black rose upon his bed, and the dried tears of Inga on his cheeks, the comic con collecting Kraus was now in the throes of a full breakdown. Desperate to get out of the bed, he started to tear the drip and other tubes out of his body, he started to bleed onto the bedding. A nurse raced in, and saw Kraus now getting out of the bed, and knocking over the machines, in a fit of madness.

“Mister Zimmerman…please, get back into bed!”

Kraus’s eyes were fuelled with hatred, seeing the nurse standing there, and in his mind, she was a comic book villain, with a painted face, like the “Joker” Clearly, his perception was completely warped, and he stared her down, then stood up to full height and tried to rip off his medical gown, as though he was Superman.

“I have to save Lois!”

Kraus bellowed at the Nurse, who dropped the chart that she was holding in shock.

“Mister Zimmerman…Get back into bed!”

The nurse was trying to maintain her authority, but all Kraus heard was maniacal laughter. Thinking he had super speed, he charged at the nurse, knocking her to the ground, and started to smash his fists into her face, again and again.

“YOU… HURT… LOIS!!” ~punch punch punch~

The hospital guards came storming into the room, and tore Kraus off the nurse, as Kraus struggled wildly. He thought they were evil henchman, and he tried to break free from them

“I AM SUPERMAN!…I AM SUPERMAN!”

The bleeding nurse on the floor inched away, trying to escape the melee, of the guards trying to hold an insane Kraus.

“Call Doctor Warehouse. Somebody!”

Another two male nurses entered the room, and one carried a needle sedative, that he only just managed to get into Kraus’s arm. Kraus thought they were injecting him with kryptonite, and was screaming out.

“LOIS?!….LOIS?!”

Soon the drug started to take effect and his eyes glazed over, while his mouth fell open and he started to drool. Ten more seconds of struggling and he was out. All in attendance were panting from trying to restrain him, and the nurse quietly urged that he be taken to the mental patients ward. The two guards nodded, and dragged the lifeless body of Kraus out of the room and down the hall. Leaning on the edge of the bed, the Nurse spotted the black rose, and then it dawned on her…..Kraus had lost not only his mind, he had lost his love. <3>

The Secret life of Lotus – Part Five.

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assassin, bullying, childhood, fiction, Japanese, Lotus, music, relationships, sadness, The Death Club, writing, Yakuza

Roleplay : The Death Club

A New cold war.

The Secret Life of Lotus – Part Five

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

-Ira had heard the term of Yakuza before, since it was known worldwide as the Japanese Mafia. Course, he had seen the news reports, and the odd foreign correspondent story on a local television network some years before, but he did not truly know the extent of the history, of the Lords of the Mafia. Masiko had started off this tale of her life, from a simple question, of how she came to be. Now, it was time, to unmask the Geisha. Ira’s feelings now, were like that of a student that had in his hand the book of knowledge, of how a person, can grow through life and be molded by the actions and decisions of others. Already, he had learnt that Uri played a large part in dismantling her family, but what he didn’t know, was the missing years. His curiosity peaked, on the meeting of the mute Misako, and her over sized savoir.

“And it was Ryu that lead you into the underworld of the Yakuza?” Ira asked, his face now showing concern, for Misako. Having gone this far, she felt no reason to stop now. Relaxing from kneeling on the bed, to then swinging her legs over the side and sitting to face Ira, she took a deep breath, and said.

“Ryu was chosen you could say, by those of the Yakuza that kept a close eye on the boys in our school. They favour those that are strong, and know how to fight. It was when he signed into the martial arts academy, that they made their presence known. The owner was a man called Nobuyoshi Suzambo. A well known figure of the local syndicate. One of the elders you could say. I followed Ryu to the academy, and Nobuyoshi spotted me. Came over and said he knew my Father, and wished him well. I bowed and was polite, but did not speak. “

The Israeli didn’t need to be an ace scholar to figure out what Nobuyoshi’s relationship with Masiko’s father might have been, but felt the need to ask. “This, Nobuyoshi, he knew your father in social circles, or….was your Father in it too?” Now this was the sixty four thousand dollar question. Masiko raised her hand and let it glide over her hair, now about to reveal a family secret. One that no one outside her family or the Yakuza knew.

“They say that there are those that lead a double life, and in order to succeed, will keep some of their activities hidden. You see, my Father was a government official, but on the flip side; he was an elder of the Yakuza. His family had interests in commercial properties and hotels in many countries, outside of Japan. So naturally, he was in the perfect position to build up his wealth in the corporate sector by establishing contacts through his position as Ambassador to Israel.”

Misako appeared sad, as she spoke of her father. Was it possible to live with someone and yet know so little about them, till the truth is revealed from another source? When Misako went home, and handed her father the flyer for the academy, with the name of owner, Nobuyoshi Suzambo on it, he grabbed her and shook her violently. The idea that Misako had even been to the academy, meant that there would be talk, talk of her father being back in Japan, and also, he had certain debts to pay. One of those debts was the upkeep of his Mistress. He was patron to a Geisha. A high honour to have one ; especially in the circles of the Yakuza. Whenever the local syndicate would meet for their rituals and functions, it was the Geisha, who accompanied them and entertained the men with fine conversation, music, song, dance, and then there were the “other benefits” to those who allowed it. Naturally, her Father’s Geisha did more than just allow it. He was smitten with her, and thought her to be the epitome of what a Japanese woman should be.

But Ira wanted to know of the boy, Ryu. He leant forward in the chair, and said. “So what of the boy? Ryu? Tell me more of him, because I feel he did a lot more for you than you are letting on.”

The Geisha known as Lotus paused a moment, reflecting on the past, and then she spoke with her head tilted just so to the right. “Ryu saw that Nobuyoshi approached me, and was polite. Heard the words spoken by Nobuyoshi , that I was to wish my Father well. He gathered what that meant too, and kept extra close to me, even taking me aside, and started to teach me, how to defend myself; how to fight like he was learning. Days turned into months, then years. At one point, we were practicing, and I did a move, that he showed me, that he was very good at. I countered him and he fell on his backside. I am not sure if it was the expression on his face, or the fact I took him down, but….I laughed. For the first time, since I was so little and I knew what joy was? I laughed, and I couldn’t stop. At first Ryu was angry, but then he heard my voice and he saw the look in my eyes. He started to laugh, and I fell to my knees. He had given me back something I thought I had lost forever.”

Such a revelation had them both smiling, with the idea of her actually laughing about something as funny as to take down the school bully and junior member of the Yakuza. There were actually two worlds of the Yakuza; one was of the old ways, where they believe they are descendant from the mighty Samurai, with same strict rules and codes to which to live by. They were the protectors of those that could not protect themselves. Even in great disasters, the Yakuza were the first to come and give aid to survivors. It is part of the reason; many are so open in showing that they are Yakuza.

The other world however, is one based on crime, prostitution, drug smuggling, and money laundering; even pornography. It is a far cry from the original Yakuza, and the side that has given it such a bad name. Many newer recruits were actually from Korea, the very people they had fought in wars now long forgotten. Internal gang warfare has brought a lot of attention upon their activities, and what the police and authorities fear most, is the underground culture more than anything. While her Father, and Nobuyoshi may have been from the old ways, the newer and upcoming had much darker plans.

“So yes, Ira, Ryu was the one that showed me not only how to fight as they do, but also made me realize, my Father was deeper in the Yakuza than even I knew. As Ryu would be accepted and go to the rituals, he saw my Father, there with his beautiful Geisha. Laughing and smiling, enjoying each other’s company. Ryu told me everything, but made me swear that I was not to tell a soul, or share anything of what I knew with the authorities. I kept it buried deep inside. One day however, Ryu was to get his first tattoos, and naturally I tagged along. I sat and watched, as Ryu got his tattoo of a mighty dragon, which was on his back. So proud he was. Then he asked the tattooist, if I could have one done. I shied away, scared if my Father found out that I had marked my skin, but Ryu smiled and assured me it was the right thing to do. Ryu chose the design.”

Masiko then turned around, and started to unbutton the back of her dress, and showed Ira, the tattoo.

It was of a Lotus.

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Hi Batsy <3

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Batman, Comedy, DC comics, funny pic, Humor, Joker

When we grow old…

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Breakfast club, opinions, poetry, Quotes, writing

 

Words once said, by an actress on the screen

When we grow old, our hearts die.

I feel like the writer told a nasty lie.

Now I plan to tell you why.

The older you get, the more you see.

Expanding knowledge, like a tree,

Whose limbs grow ever outward

Leaves do fall, some brown and torn.

But always green shoots start anew

Just like the ideas, that we homebrew.

For our body may wrinkle,

whither and grey

However in our hearts

It’s always the darling days of May.

So never fear or fret

For the best days of our lives,

haven’t happened yet.

 

The Secret life of Lotus – Part Four.

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child, childhood, fiction, interview, Japanese, Lotus, reflection, sadness, story, The Death Club, writing

Roleplay Group : The Death Club

A New cold war.

The Secret life of Lotus – Part Four.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

-Ira could no longer sit in bed, and having heard the horrific childhood account, of the breaking up of her family. The Israeli was furious, throwing back the sheet, that barely covered his black boxers, and he planted his feet down on the carpeted floor, padding over to the bar, where he reached for a bottle of whiskey, and a glass. Opening the fridge with a hard jerking action, he took out the ice bucket, and seized the cap top, removing the lid, and then picking up the tongs, to retrieve a few ice cubes, to drop into his glass. More or less dumping the ice bucket on the bar top, which made a metallic clatter, Ira gripped the edge of the bar, trying to steady himself, to stop the flowing up of rage, from deep within. Bowing his head, his shaggy locks swept from his brow to cover his eyes; eyes that were now filled with hatred, for a man, he believed to be…good. From what Masiko had revealed, Uri had been a part of both Ayalah’s and her life, for a very long time. Jutting out his chin, while he inhaled sharply, Ira tapped the floor with his right foot, tapping out like a code of what he wanted to say, but was simply too enraged. Masiko continued to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling, not needing to speak at this point, for the tension level in the room had reached a dramatic new high.

Taking up the bottle of whiskey, he unscrewed the cap, and poured himself a glass, hoping that the taste of the alcohol might help numb him from experiencing the mental images of Masiko’s past. But unfortunately, as he took a sip, and there was the liquid fire burning from his tongue down his throat, he could still see Uri in his mind, treating Masikos mother as something less than human. Hearing the clink of the ice cubes that swirled inside the crystal glass, Maiko decided to speak. “Are you ready for the next chapter, Ira?” Masiko’s voice had become flat, as though she were speaking to him in a dream. Joy and love were absent, just like the child spoken of; herself.

Ira, did not want to return to the bed. In fact, he no longer wanted to look at her. Perhaps it was shame; shame for simply being a man, and hearing what another man had done. And all for sexual gratification? The more that Ira thought about this, he realised. No, no…It wasn’t about gratification at all. It was about power. He could have stopped; he could have given the family their lives back. But instead, he continued to humiliate Masiko’s mother; and her Father. Ira drank the last of the scotch, downing it in one go, Ira gasping loudly, before wiping the back of his hand, across his mouth. The Israeli set down the now empty glass, with just the remanets of the ice cubes left, and decided to sit on the single comfortable chair, that was in earshot of the king-sized bed. Easing himself into the chair, he lent back, and tried to relax, even though he felt like every muscle in his body was tightening. “Only, if you are willing to tell it.” Ira replied, curious to know what happened after they left Israel. There was still the matter of how she came to be not only a killer, but one of the most captivating of Geishas.

Masiko, rolled over and then went into a kneeling position on the bed, as if she was playing out her childhood, once again, in both mind and body. Her black tresses, perfectly straight, fell down her back, and with those enchanting yet haunted eyes, she stared straight ahead, where there was a mirror behind the bar.

The Claw of the Dragon.

“Although, I am Japanese, this was my first trip to Japan. I was all of five years old, and my Mother had taught me to speak Japanese, so at least I could understand those that I met * she paused for a moment, bringing up her hand, and touching the side of her right cheek, as she stared at her own reflection.* “The trauma from seeing what Uri had done to my Mother, and the forced removal from Israel had meant I had lost my voice; my will to speak.. Not that I needed to speak. My Father, he refused to even address me. I recall, arriving at his home, in Tokyo, and it was a far cry from what I knew to be home.” Masiko’s father was very wealthy, having made his fortune, off the back of an inheritance, and well thought out in his business structuring. Course, he would come to meet Masiko’s Mother, through family connections, so to keep the wealth in the family. Family influences came to see him enter government only a few years later, going on to become the Ambassador to Israel. But what many did not know was that he had been sponsoring a woman back in Kyoto. And no ordinary woman. Her name was Kikuyu, and she was a Geisha. One of the finest in the entire region. Course, Misako would not come to know about her straight away. Left behind much of the time in the main house, with her Grandmother, Masiko was to have a very lonely existence. Often, by the time her father returned from his business meetings, Masiko would be asleep, and he would be gone before she awoke each morning.

“For those first few years, my Grandmother tried everything to entice me to speak, but, I just couldn’t. No word on my Mother, an absent father, and this Grandmother, who would not show care or love. I was just the ‘child’ It’s like, everyone knew but me. I was different, to the other children at school. Teased mercifully, as the older children tried to get me to speak. My hair pulled, my food stolen, my shoes hidden. I remember the day I was cornered after school. About five boys and they had given me hell in class, I was surrounded, and they shouted obscenities at me. I didn’t cry, I didn’t run, I just stood there, waiting… for the beating.” Masiko’s voice almost became breathless, as her train of thought had finally pulled out of the station of her mind. Casting her gaze across the room, at a vase filled with beautiful flowers, so delicate and fragrant, Masiko uttered. “There has been only two people in this world, kind enough…to help me, when I thought I was at my end.” Masiko’s nose started to glow red, while her eyes showed the glistening of tears. Slowly blinking, the first of the two tears fell, one for each of her guardians. “One of the larger boys had picked up a brick, and he held it in his hand, ready to throw. And just like that…a boy I had seen, fleetingly at school, because he was always in the Principal’s office. He appeared as if by magic. One minute, my eyes were closed, ready…waiting for the strike. But opening them, he had his hand around the boy’s neck, and thrown him against the wall, the brick falling to the ground, and smashing. The other children all scattered. They were terrified of him. Everyone was.” Ira was now definitely hooked. This was becoming a roller coaster ride of emotions, sweeping him up and now tugging at his heart, for a young girl facing bullying at such an age. The Israeli inched forward in his chair, and asked. “So who was your saviour?” Misako licked her top lip, and had a double take, as she finally heard Ira asking a question. Turning her head towards him, Misako said softly. “His name, was Ryo Takeo. I was to discover, that HE was the school bully. So much larger than the other boys, and he was so strong. Ryo released the boy, and gave a warning, that it was he that dished out the punishments. I had never seen anyone run home so fast. He kicked away the brick, and then walked right up to me, and held out his hand.” Looking to the floor, it was clear, that Masiko was reliving this tale as she told it. “There is something about Japanese culture, that the bond between Mother and Child, is the greatest one of all. To quote another is to say “a child is like clay, always being moulded into different shapes by mother’s firm hands.” You see, Ryu was well aware of me, for the whispers of the elders, had been heard by the eldest sons, and Ryu knew that my Mother was never there, just like his. We shared a common bond, and it had shaped us both, but in different ways. I refused to speak, and he beat everyone up. It would become the unlikeliest of friendships. But what I didn’t know, was that others were watching. Their members spread across every city, looking for new and upcoming youth that would swell their ranks, and make them even more powerful. My friendship with Ryu….would lead me into the world, of the Yakuza.” <3>

Smooth Operator. – Sade.

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guility pleasure, Love for sale, music, opinion, sham, Smooth operator

 

Diamond life, lover boy.
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy.
City lights and business nights.
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights.

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance.
No place to be ending but somewhere to start.

No need to ask.
He’s a smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator.

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.

Face to face, each classic case.
We shadow box and double cross,
Yet need the chase.

A license to love, insurance to hold.
Melts all your memories and change into gold.
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold.

No need to ask.
He’s a smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator.

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.

Smooth operator
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Imagination is more important than Knowledge.

Tags

hope, imagination, Imagine, John Lennon, lyrics, music, people., unity, words.

 

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

 

The Red Queen.

Tags

battle, Bebilith, Carrendar, character creation, combat, epic, fiction, fun, Humor, Lorelei, music, role playing, T-1

Role play Group : Lacardis Prime

Spider Arena

The Red Queen

T-1 Classic

Players:
LoreleiRoseCarrendar
TheGorya

TheGorya: -A nitch in the wind the cool breeze came in from the south as it seemed to chill the arena. The quick short breezes of wind would blow harder and seem to pick up. In the distance a bunch of clouds that was dark yet moving fast. Drew closer to the arena as the wind only got stronger and the air became colder. As the clouds reached over the arena a quick flash of light shot straight down in front of the entrance touching down as it made scorch on the ground. A man who was had suddenly appeared in the flash of lightening that had touched down. He stood tall being black hair and pale skin that seemed flawless from the face. His black jacket and clothing underneath covered most of his body. His gloves still covered his hands. His eyes were silver grey like a thunder cloud. His hair darker than a midnight winter sky, His wings became visible as the smoke from the scorched ground cleared they were wide being two sets an upper and a lower set to show he was an upper class of his race. his long swords were barely seen only bay the hilts one with a silver handled hilt with wrapping with the tip point down the bottom cross from the hilt as the other completely black as his aura seemed off nothing like anyone could read. His scent unnatural from anyone beast like being could ever smell. His soul was split seemed as if it was only a fragment. He walked forward as he closely watched his step as if his intent was to search and destroy. His emotion completely unreadable by his expression. He was something all together unnatural by how he seemed to make plants around him move towards the wind would pick up at a higher rate than it should at the altitude the arena was.-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Spider Arena. Hailed by the Knights of the Order of Arachne, to be the blood sodden ground of Champions, it was also the haunt, of one, rather unusual woman. Known throughout Lacardis, as Prime Minister, she was also viewed, as one of Lisega’s great mysteries. What tall and fanciful tales had been whispered amongst the drunken Lords of the court. The crimson vixen had made a meteoritic rise to the height of power. Mistress of Malice, she had the world at her feet…and yet she craved more than anything, to test herself against the nobles and Gladiators, that always seemed to “pop up” at the Spider arena. Fanning herself lazily within her caravan, as she took the long journey from Arachne, to the arena, she sighed audibly and caught the edge of the curtain, to take back and peer out at the Arena entrance. “Baldrick, I’m bored. What do we have for me to play with today?”- Baldrick, who was sporting a black eye, after a tussel with Sebastian in the closet in her bedroom just days earlier, took out the parchment, and unfurled it, taking a look at the long list of names. “Err…Lord Chamersmith…*Lorelei rolled her eyes and said “Next.” * “err…Oo here is one you will like…Sir Francis Puckersmouth.” Lorelei facepalmed, as she recalled his last fight at the Arena. “You mean, Frank Puckersass. Seriously, is that the best you can provide? I have more luck getting pissed down at the local inn and taking on the barmaids. Least you would get some action…few tit grabs. I know the crowd love it.”- It was then there was a change in the wind, and Lorelei noticed how the trees were having their leaves blown from their boughs. “Good lord…Mercin didn’t forecast bad weather.” The darkening clouds had now spread over the arena proper, and as the coach pulled up, Lorelei checked out the window of her coach, to see a bright light come down from the heavens, and smash into the arena surface. “Bugger..what is up Zeus’s ass this week?” Lorelei, Baldrick and the mad fop, Sebastian, all alighted from the carriage, as Lorelei stepped around to the back, where her weapons trunk was stored. Undoing the clasp, she reached in and withdrew her twin blades of despair, and slung them on her back, one eye trained on the arena, whilst Baldrick and Sebastian noted that it was not just a lightning bolt that hit the earth, but…a man. “Special delivery, M’lady? Seems the Gods are keen to provide you with entertainment. Guess that is what happens when you are on your knees so often…hehehe.” Sebastian chuckled, bringing up his irish linen hanky and sniffing it. Lorelei peeked out from behind the carriage, to see the man with…wings. “Right..need a crossbow. Looks like Turkey man has arrived. “ Taking out her crossbow, with poison dart tips, she then gives the lads a wink and a smile. “Off to pluck the Turkey. Find a seat, and make sure to order me some mead later.” Lorelei made her way down the stairs and strutted to the opposite end of the arena, facing the winged man. His face held no emotion, and Lorelei smirked. “Let me guess…you are here to prove your worth. Okay, I bite.”- Baldrick sat down with his Lacardian flag, waving it too and fro. “Aye…she bites. Bloody hard.” Lorelei made a light curtsey, dressed in a velvet and lace ensemble suit, with matching cloak. “Normally its ladies first….but I am no lady.” <3>

TheGorya: -Shadow walked forwards as he finally saw he was in a battle arena. The woman who appeared just as quickly as he show his face on this world came forward a weird looking woman no doubt. She held a cross bow with two twin blades on her back as he knew she wasn’t what he was looking for. So he thought to himself. ‘Does everyone low life have to challenge me?’ he quickly said in an instance as he released his aura further.- “You really should think about it before you come at me. Fighting me is another way to end your life. I am not looking to cause a simple blood bath.” –his bangs fell over his face as he released his aura as formation of mist like colors one white and another completely solid black. Even though it seemed like mist the more it started appearing around Shadow the more it condensed the harder it became to see Shadow’s body as it seemed to grow towards the woman. Shadow spoke out.- “If you still wish to fight me then you should know my name… I am Shadow Eris Gorya royal crowned prince of the Goryan home world. I am also its Champion….” –The mists that had appeared was now expanding out as they parted to show himself as he looked into Lorelei as his mind snapped to attention feeling nothing his mind blocked by any illusions of reality. His focus was on her as his own gaze normally would instill fear into the strongest of men. His thoughts were sound his tactics solid as his stance as he reached for his blades. Pulling out Daybreaker following Neverfallen holding both of them up into odd defensive stance, Daybreaker pointed straight up like he was going to thrust with it. As Neverfallen looked like he was going to use its massive length as a shield. Both swords were visible. Daybreaker looked like something out of a story a myth with the beautiful long blade being very shiny and very solid. There seemed to be holes punched out in some old language. Neverfallen looking like blackened sickened steel its blade was dark and giving of a shadowy aura as if it was tainted. He was wielding two swords with length of both them as equal to two great swords yet he acted as if they were weightless. He stood in this stance as he said in one last word.- “Fly swiftly Anya” –in the intense wind the black mist started shifting moving intensely as it raged moving around into a ball quickly as it formed it. As an accelerated speed of burst moving at only twenty miles an hour at Lorelei as if it would form into a spear like dart. As it has intent to hit her.-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar;- A wry grin formed upon stained lips, whilst Lorelei listened to the mutterings of Turkey man, all the while he nattered on, professing of how he was some wayward Prince and what was that…a CHAMPION!? The eyes of the spider maiden flashed, then the swirling of her irises, produced a sickly green, pungent and deadly to gaze upon. The same eyes were hypnotic, for if you cared to gaze into them for longer than ten seconds, you soon find your mind cast into a trance, where you even can forget where you are. The smile was one sided, like that of a sneer, and she lowered her head slightly, but bringing up the crossbow. Left hand supporting beneath, the right hand on the trigger. A menacing growl was bubbling up from deep in the pit of her stomach, as she released the vile toxin from the glands within her mouth. Situated right alongside that of her saliva glands, it acted to create a swill mixture, that meant to kiss the spider was death. Oh she had his attention now, and planned to exploit it. Licking her lips, that coated with the foul green slime, she moved her head, much like a king cobra, you could even see the piercing white of dog teeth like fangs, that protruded from the line of her top row of teeth. More words spewed from his maw….oh how great and powerful he must be. BELIEVE IT ALL YOU WANT! The swelling of Lorelei’s chest, was her intake of breath, and then on release, she uttered the first of her chant, of creeping death. A wave of arachnid, to spew forth from rocks and crevices, knooks and crannies. Words mumbled and incoherent, to those that did not understand Rhefugi. The mists like auras that were of different colours, seemed to flow from his being. So…going to start with that, eh? Watching the man withdraw his weapons, his huge swords, that in her mind were merely compensating for lack of cock, she pointed the crossbow at his head, and then said. “Levi –tit!” Lorelei rose up from the ground, as the black mist ball, travelling towards her was moving at a speed of twenty miles per hour, which gave her ample time to avoid coming into contact. At a height of twenty feet she sung out, as the ground started to crack beneath the arena. “I don’t care if you are the spawn from Satan’s balls…..I..AM…LORELEI!” And with that, she released fired the first bolt from her crossbow, aimed for his chest. <3>

TheGorya: -Shadow was emotionless as he was impressed by her attack of her arrow as he quickly accelerated his movements using the sound around to harmonize around him making his body move at overly human fast pace seeing the arrow since his sight was more than greater than even an elf. His arm moved Neverfallen moving faster than two milimets as he placed Neverfallen on the side of the bolt pushing swiftly in one motion as his push shifted the momentum of force from her crossbow shooting the bolt and turning it around throwing it straight back at her with an accelerated speed moving at ninety miles per hour. This was cause from him applying two milimets which is equal to the force of wind of a f1 tornado taking the bolt and spinning in a circle straight back at her throwing over two times the speed. He wasn’t even paying attention to her eyes anymore he was paying attention to her feet trying to get a read on her. He quickly before she could notice he had thrown her own poison back at her. He stuck Daybreaker on the ground as it kicked up gravel turning into sand as it was grinding on the ground throwing Magnesium into the air. The magnesium would be too small to see by the naked eye it would simply look like dust as it slowly started building up quickly as he communed with his earth element to keep digging with the sand he created with Daybreaker. It was listening to him digging more and more causing a cloud as he stood in front of it as he took in a deep breath pushing softly out of his way at Lorelei vision of sight. He knew she was no human by far he would need to use his skills as a skill that could be ranged if she was looking to do ranged fighting. It didn’t matter to him he was going to make short work of her as he said.- “careful what you say. It might get you killed one day” –he brought up Daybreaker as he held it out as the clouds seem to swirl as it called out with a loud screech of sound. He as he focused on her feet as the dust now was spreading across the field in front of her moving closer to her to block and cripple her line of sight. As the arrow moved at a high rated speed it was redirect aimed at her heart.-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – The ground beneath the spot where Lorelei had levitated off the ground, was now cracking substantially, for the chanting Lorelei had done, awoke the creeping death. Scores, waves of black arachnids, were now streaming forth, from every possible opening. They did not name this site “Spider arena” for nothing. Oh no, the bowels of the earth held a very dark secret. Where beneath Lorelei bred every imaginable species of spiders, to be used as her minions, for defence, naturally. She was afterall, the Matriarch of Arachnid kind in Lisega. Even Mazmezz herself was in awe of Lorelei’s knack for building swarms. But back to the action. The bolt fired from Lorelei’s crossbow, was a 400-grain bolt travelling at a speed of 330 feet per second, which was standard speed for a cross bow of Lorelei’s era. The wily Turkey man decided that he was going to send the bolt back at her, express post, by a force of wind, that was the same rating as an F1 tornado. The impact did hit, but as Lorelei had managed to move to the side, the bolt shot straight through her left shoulder, and the poison, well, that happened to be…HER OWN. The scream of pain, issued from lungs, would be a cry so sickening, that the spectators, would all gasp in horror. Reaching around, she tore the bolt from her back, and threw it down onto the ground, where the spiders swarmed over it. Trying to swallow, the green vile toxin in her mouth, she laughed as she breathed. “Ha…Ha *her laugher breathless*…foreplay?…How nice. Who told you….I like it rough?” Baldrick stopped waving his flag, knowing full well what this meant. Lorelei tossed away the crossbow, and it clattered to the ground. Her greenish tinted blood seeped from the gaping hole, but the toxin began to create a seal or plug, her own body gratefully accepting the poison. Almost like a healing agent. To his comment, “careful what you say. It might get you killed one day” She sneered and then spat a lugey at the ground. “Death…is the next big adventure.” She lowered herself back down to the ground, and watching how his sword strike, had stirred up the dust. But that was not all. The ground where he stood, started to crack and give way, as larger spiders started to push through the earth. Lorelei extended her arms, and then her long claws rocketed out, drenched in poisonous blood. “Come at me!” <3>

TheGorya: -Shadow thought that the dust was coming up into the air and readying for an attack as he quickly used his wings to take flight. He bit his lips as the woman talked to him. he didn’t notice it before but it all started coming together as his mind raced his wings started to carry him into the air as he looked to see nothing but spiders below him. he looked at the bolt entered her body yet green ooze poured out of her mouth and her body itself sealing her body as he said.- “A Bebilith It’s been a long time since I have seen one. To think one would live on this planet.” –he bit his lip as growled as it only angered him to find something so vile. To him she was nothing more than an abomination, in that in mind he grabbed a stone out of his jacket holding in his hand as he crushed in his hand as it crumbled as he flew higher up watching the Bebilith and its minions. As he could understand his last encounter almost cost him his life. For that he remembers one weakness. He started shifted his hand back and forth as the crumbled as it turned into dust he quick opened it as it was Magnesium he only would keep enough for one blast in his jacket for that’s all the room he had for. He formed more particles form it into the tiny form of dust as he inhaled as he blew into his palm pointing it down at the arena as the dust pushed from his hand into a giant dust cloud of magnesium pushing to the ground around the minions as he growled. As he open his mouth having some of the magnesium on his teeth with a stream form his mouth down to the arena hopping he had enough since this was only enough for the cover of the arena. The amount of magnesium as it was could in fact ignite with a good blast rate of burning at about nine hundred degrees Fahrenheit only for about ten seconds with as much as he had on him. He knew if she summoned spiders from the ground the ground was not safe. As he braced himself as bit down on the magnesium in his teeth causing a spark from mouth as it ignited the stream moving straight down on to the dust cloud that was moving. It would burn his mouth a little bit since he was able to control fire a little bit it wouldn’t cause a harsh burn to him. if Lorelei could out of it. That was his last shot at using that power he would need to go brute force after this.-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- The dust cloud was the start of a rather nasty trick, that was not totally unexpected from such a creature. All show, and with enough wind power to back him up, it was pretty clear, that he didn’t want to get too close to the beblith, if he could dare it. And what does a bird man do, when the ground offers up the swarms of her kin? Why, he takes off into the sky. (Sebastian) “ Look!…up in the sky! It’s a bird..(Baldrick).”No..it’s a balloon.” (Lorelei)”No..It’s TURKEY MAN!” Chortled Lorelei briefly; her face now distorting, with the criss cross of violent green toxic veins. The chittering of thousands of spiders with their mandibles all pointing upwards, was quite the sight to behold, and Lorelei watched as he took the stone from his jacket and crushed it in his fist. “I’m down here…Birdy.” She called, rather annoyed that he took flight. But of course, he had his reasons, and she was about to discover why this was. The dust cloud was filled with particles of magnesium. It would have Lorelei guarded in her stance, her eyes darting upward, but then back at the cloud. “Cheeky….shit!” Her left shoulder in pain still from the strike, her arms were already extended, and as soon as he bit down on the magnesium in his mouth, and it spewed forth a blast of fire that was going to hit the arena floor and engulf everything in its path, Lorelei fired a blast of sticky webbing (think Spider man, Ducky), and rocketed off the floor, landing on one of the support columns of the arena proper. Detaching and then crawling to the top tip look out of the column, she watched as far below many of her spider minions were burning to death. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” –she screamed, as their agonised cries were all too painful to hear. Crouching like the spider she was, the venom had now reached her voice. “I’m going… to kill you!” <3>

TheGorya: -Shadow saw the blast his reach the floor burning her spider minions alive as he breathed heavily as he looked at the top of the support column as she was attacking like the vile monster she was. He felt his mouth and chin burning as he sighed as she said “I’m going to kill you!”As he replied.- “your soul is beyond saving. It seems all of those that are of your race are nothing but vile monsters that only thrill off of fighting. There is no help for you.” –He spun his swords as he looked at her legs standing in the stance of spider as he said.- “Play time is over Lorelei.” –he caught both of his blades as he connected the hilts together as the area started to become heavy gravity as he was releasing his Kiyrin state. A massive ball of energy surrounded him hit mists quick moved to protect him as they spun and swirled around him. The energy from everything that was living was in fact being drain of its natural energy as the trees, plants, even the fire that was raging was dying down becoming energy that was flowing straight to him it seemed to be drawing to him like he had his own felid of gravity in his area. The ground would start to shake from the force of energy being absorbed even Lorelei would start to feel effect from it. Since she is a bebilith she should be able to feel the energy being absorbed. As the energy would raise the mists show straight out at Lorelei as the energy disappeared from his body revealing his full awakened Kiyrin form as his body was covered in shrouds of cloak as his eyes had changed into something demonic. His true nature has been revealed to her as his body still soaking in the natural energy of life around him. his swords had turned into scythe as he spun it around in his hand as he spoke in the tongue of the Kiyrin.-“ harbinger di wer Gorya……” –his voice sounded as if he was a Angel of death. He even started to look that part of an aspect of death. He looked at her once again as he didn’t look into her eyes as he knew of what lies they told him. as he spoke again.- “Be lucky to see me like this. For you are the first and will be the last to see it” –he wielded his scythe up as it engulfed the blade of it into flames caused by his energy his weapons being fused into one his new weapon as a scythe can quickly use its three rotating blades for friction as he locked the blades into place making into a three headed scythe with ease as he focused his energy. He quickly used his new form to move at top speed as sound would vibrate faster moving into the range of hundred milimets without little focus. As you would say he is one with the elements at this point. Still as he powered his attack of his scythe.-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – Those in the stands, gawked and were agape at the impressive fight being put on before them. The epic wind speeds; the flying of the Turkey man; the fire to kill many of her spider kin, and leaving the arena floor, a cracked and stained mess, the sludge of the dead spiders, pouring out their own blood and toxin, into a mass of sticky goo. Lorelei was enraged beyond belief, as the winged warrior set to harm her further, by damning her very soul. “Your soul is beyond saving. It seems all of those that are of your race are nothing but vile monsters that only thrill off of fighting. There is no help for you.” Lorelei may have been down, but not out…not yet. But it would be through his own attack; that would bring about the worst possible outcome. A massive ball of energy, seemed to appear from him, and then engulfed all in its path, including Lorelei, as she was poised on the top of the column. Feeling a draining from her very being, she lost her grip upon the column top and then plummeted into one of the large cracks, that had been made in the ground, by her own chants of creeping death. But within the sludge filled pit, not all spiders were dead. For those below, had heard their Mistress’s cry and attempted to swarm upward. But with her body, laying in the pit, they instead swarmed her, biting over and over again, entering her mouth, and into her clothing. Piercing bites, and the cries from Lorelei were strangled, but they did this for a very good reason. The sludge of the dead, coated her skin, seeping into her pores, and then…her eyes shot open, totally black in colour. There was a mammoth tearing sound, as six massive spider like legs broke free from her form. Baldrick in the stands hid his face, knowing how badly this hurt her. The metamorphosis of the spider had commenced. Sped up by the toxic biting and injections, they surrender their own lives to bring about the beast. A large Thorax began to build, forcing her body back out of the pit, and her head swelled in size, ten times its size. Eyes mutilplying, huge tusk like mandibles appearing, dripping in toxin. The humungous Arachnid slammed each of her large black spear like legs into the earth, as she had gained strength and renewed energy from her fallen followers. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRR!” –the mammoth Spider demoness roared, snapping with its claw like arms. She was now covered in chitinous plates of armour, that made penetration with common weapons near impossible, unless they made it through a join. Red and black glossy like striping adorned her oversized rump, that quivered from the luminous quantities of silk satin webbing, churning within her thorax, able to be blasted out from her vibrating spinerettes on her rear. She could no longer speak as a human….she was nothing but, a mother fucking spider bitch.<3>

TheGorya: -Shadow started to feel strange as if the energy he was using was being absorbed from her as he stopped pulling form the bebilith. He over calculated his error her energy was poison to him. Yet even with stopping he would feel the effect slightly the fact he was pushing out most of what he had absorbed into his attack with that. He could only focus on the energy around the plants. He quickly tries to keep himself from feeling the effects of her energy. He saw she transformed completely into a giant spider. He hated it as he had no choice quickly forcing the energy out as he swung the scythe throwing the fire he had engulfed right at her only able to barely keep his balance. He looked up to his raging fire being thrown right at her. The only reason he is even able to stand let alone alive from her poison energy was the simple fact he was using the energy around him to keep his power fuelled to the attack he just through. He thought quickly as he only knew that would delay her as he could feel the energy from the plants starting to help him. He was going to be ill for quite some time after this is over. He only thought of which he swore not to use. It would grip him and punish him into something that he would never do. The risk would be worth it he swore to his father never to use it. He sighed as he looked at her as he said.- “I am sorry Father but I must for my daughter’s sake.” –he quickly took into his hand as he took air as he started moving it around forming small particles of water in the air by causing enough deceleration of the air slowing down to cause condensation in the air as he started to form large amounts of water that started to form bodies. He could only muster four as they became solid and started to add colour. As they look him he had made doubles of himself as he said.- “go!” –the doubles quickly ran directly at her as he started to chant as chant in low tone holding his hand to his heart. The doubles flew directly at four sides followed by his last attack as they waited to see if the fire had any effect on to her.-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – An enraged Bebilith is the last thing, you EVER want to encounter. The earth was shaking from the shock of her spear like legs pulverizing the broken ground of the arena floor. From the hills, the Knights of the Order of Arachne, came charging over the plain, the sound of thousands of horses hooves, pummelled the earth, while a band of drummers, appeared on the right side of the arena, high above. The beats of the drum, were music, to raise the Bebilith to glory. The flag that flew high by the lead Knight was of the Spider. “ROOOOOOOOOOOOARRRRR!” The spider reacted to the sound of her army, as her massive head whipped around to her foe. “Oh shit!” Baldrick exclaimed. A surge of national pride swept through the Arachnid’s form, for she was now, the Champion of Lacardis. As Shadow swung his scythe, she reared back up onto four legs, the front four clawing the very sky, before slamming back down on the ground, with an earth shattering tremor, that may well knock him off his feet. The churning of her vile stomach acid, was preparing, to be regurgitated, while the glands in her mouth, were now releasing more of her toxins. If she was going to fall to the winged being, she was going to take him with her. The black of nine eyes, all focused upon Shadow. The Arena was now surrounded by a thousand horsemen, the flags on high, picked up by the wind, it was indeed a majestic sight to behold. Shadow was about to do another trick, with his elemental control abilities, taking the very moisture from the air, and using it to mold with the earth, to create full size replicas of himself. Oh he was good….BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Such hatred the Spider had for this being, and now the entire crowd was on its feet, while the drums beat faster. “FINISH HIM!!” Sebastian yelled, then covered his mouth with his hanky. ‘Ooops, got carried away. Hehehe” As the four beings came at her, Lorelei went straight on the defensive. Out from her mouth, she spat a voluminous quantity, a spray of toxic spit and stomach acids, combined to be a weapon in itself. This was to strike the first clone, that came “directly” for her Her right hand crab like claw swung out to her right, to snatch up the second clone, and aimed to take him around the neck and snap it in half. Baldrick cheered, as did many of her Knights, one little girl was waving her flag, watching the Matriarch prove her worth. As Lorelei went into a spin, she fired a vast webbing net, out from her rear spinerettes, that had been building up a huge sticky trap, with four anchor points, that if it hit, would cast the two remaining clones to the earth, and hold them down. The last was the winged man himself, who was her final target. She rears up again, and shows off a violent red streak beneath, before coming back down. Seriously pissed, she was now ready for the last act. “ROOOOOAARRRR!” -the beasts tremendous roar, would have all fall silent, in wake of the winged man’s next attack. <3>

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