CharlotteCarrendar: – The entire wedding party was now either disheveled or covered in cake and debris. Lopsided hats on Queens, and Biker boys smeared in cake. Sven was cradling his beloved new hubby Dai, while Inga dropped the remaining bits of the broken vase on the ground. Darlene was barely standing, after tussling with the mighty Helga, but her resolve was as strong as ever. ’ I’m Lois lane right?.. Superman’s wife.. and you blonde tit.. you can’t take him away from me, okay?! ‘’ Inga narrowed her eyes and then her mouth opened and closed like a gold fish, before crying out. “Kraus…vhat is she talking about?” Kraus skidded over to Inga’s side, and then almost out of breathe; panted. “This is Darlene…from the mental hospital I ended up in before I came back to you. She is the patient who saved me.” Everyone in the room then all turned their attention on Darlene, after Kraus’s admission. Kraus patted Inga’s shoulder, then tried to step over the downed Helga, to come between Inga and Darlene. “Darlene…hunny, the woman you called a blonde tit…is my love. I know you think you are Lois….but you are Darlene. I’m not your Superman, I am just a man who loves his Kitty Girl, Inga.”- and at this moment, he gestured back at Inga, who smiled at him brightly. Kraus then resumed his gaze on Darlene and said. “Do you want me to take you back….to the Hospital, and talk to the administrator?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – TLC would broadcast this wedding as number one craziest weddings. When things crash, they would crash well. A day like this would be remembered for years and shared from generation to generation. The history books wouldn’t forgot about this event and perhaps in the future it would even be considered as a myth. Maybe there was going to be a new superman comic book written about this wedding. Who knows? Darlene stood there pointing her finger at Inga. But Inga didn’t respond to her, no she aimed her crying self to Superman asking him for an explanation. “This is Darlene…from the mental hospital I ended up in before I came back to you. She is the patient who saved me.” — No no Superman.. don’t say that. Darlene could feel the crowd turning their heads and all looking at her.. there it was the same look on faces as she got from her disaster dinner party years back. Darlene could feel the shame in her stomach.. and it felt as if it was creeping up her throat and had numbed her legs. She had made so much effort the last few days to be a free person and escape that facility for Kraus.. For Superman.. Her love. She was Lois Lane. And he had confirmed it in the wedding speech. He had thrown this wedding for her to celebrate their love for each other. Wasn’t THAT what she deserved after going against every rule in the hospital to save him? Kraus then stepped over the steroid-milk-producing Helga who was still lying on the ground. . “Darlene…hunny, the woman you called a blonde tit…is my love. I know you think you are Lois….but you are Darlene. I’m not your Superman, I am just a man who loves his Kitty Girl, Inga.”- and at this moment, he gestured back at Inga, who smiled at him brightly. Kraus then resumed his gaze on Darlene and said. “Do you want me to take you back….to the Hospital, and talk to the administrator?” — Darlene stared at him with disbelief in her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly baring her white front teeth. She blinked a few times slowly and then moved her non injured hand in her hair in confusion while looking at Inga. (Darlene) ‘’ No .. you told me to escape, right? You told me to look for you! And I DID! .. AND NOW YOU PUT ME TO SHAME! RIGHT HERE! .. YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME YES?! … YOU TOLD ME SO! .. YOU PROMISED.. you promised. ‘’ The bubbles had reached her head pretty good, but receiving a complete different plot than she imagined all this time had made her sober in one hit. The blast to her head wasn’t present anymore. But tears were rolling down her face, as if it was the truth she had told Kraus, and Inga, and the crowd around them. (Darlene) ‘’ you want to lock me up?.. Like everyone did, yes? ‘’ Then the hand released her hair and sideways swung towards Superman’s cheek her palm. No nails were used.. just a simple smack to set ground to the pain and disappointment she felt.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The sound of the slap would resonate across the crowded room, which had all silenced in the wake of Darlene’s screams and protests. Kraus didn’t move, and his head simply followed the direction of the slap, her hand living a welt like imprint that shone upon his alabaster complexion. Maybe he deserved it, maybe he didn’t, but hells bells, did this bring out the tiger in Inga. She had literally been through the ringer of emotional upheaval, and dated some crazy ass German muscle bound hippo, done the porn movie from hell with Le Cock, who killed her dog. She had a wedding dress that she ordered from Japan and never worn, and she wanted so much for this to be a NORMAL day in their lives. Inga stomped over Helga and appeared beside Kraus’s side and with hands on hips, breasts jutted out proudly she said. “Does he really look like Superman to you? Take..a good…hard..look. His name..is KRAUS…K..R..A..U..S….KRAUS. Not Superman, Not Mr Stay puff. KRAUS. He never said he loved you. He never asked you to follow him. I AM HIS VOMAN…I am his Inga…and I don’t want to lock you up, especially since you took on Magilla Gorilla…but…can you at least stop ruining the boys wedding?”- Kraus appeared sheepish as he stood beside the two women, feeling like this was all his fault. Sven piped up behind them; “Why not let Darlene have the bridal waltz…least she can have that…and..will someone get that bloated German bimbo off the dance floor.” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – AND BEST SMACK GOES TOOOOO!!! … -Drums please- …. DARLENE! She could hear the crowd go wild, applauds.. roses were thrown at her on stage as she took the Oscar in her hand and blew kisses. In reality she was shocked that Kraus didn’t moved at all.. didn’t throw a punch back.. nothing. The reality was that it had hit her too. Especially when Inga came rushing towards both and directed a few strong words that would make Darlene realize what was going on. . “Does he really look like Superman to you? Take..a good…hard..look. His name..is KRAUS…K..R..A..U..S….KRAUS. Not Superman, Not Mr Staypuff. KRAUS. He never said he loved you. He never asked you to follow him. I AM HIS VOMAN…I am his Inga…and I don’t want to lock you up, especially since you took on Magilla Gorilla…but…can you at least stop ruining the boys wedding?” Sven piped up behind them; “Why not let Darlene have the bridal waltz…least she can have that…and..will someone get that bloated German bimbo off the dance floor.” Darlene looked around her to the crowd, to the state of the wedding.. Dai, The cake covered sven.. The wrestler Helga, the Swedish kitten Inga.. and then back at Kraus. She calmed down realizing what she had done and what Inga told her. The boys their wedding. She didn’t got her shot at love, but Sven and Dai had theirs, and she was selfish enough to even ruin that one. Darlene calmed her voice down. Her tone was softer and she even turned red from shame. Moving her jaw from left to right she quickly thought of something normal to say.. She then looked back at Inga. (Darlene) ‘’ .. im sorry right? .. You deserve an Oscar for those boobs.. ‘’
CharlotteCarrendar:- It was how Darlene spoke, in the midst of the disastrous wedding reception. That Inga should get an Oscar for her boobs. Dai got to his feet and was dazed but least he could see the humour of it all. “Inga got the porn equivalent…Twin dicks”- The crowd then burst out laughing, even Inga who nodded, cause she had. The bellboys dragged the limp body of Helga off the floor by her feet and the gay boys escorted Inga to the main table for a glass of bubbly, as the lights all cantered upon Kraus and Darlene. The band started to pick up the beat of the tune..”Love is in the air..” as the lead singer tapped his foot in time. Everyone else took their seats once more and then Kraus extended his hand to Darlene, to dance with her…the bridal waltz. This was probably one of the most touching moments of Darlene’s life; for once….everyone was cutting her a break. “Love is in the air…everywhere I look around…Love is in the air…Every sight and every sound. And I don’t know if I’m being foolish…don’t know if I’m being wise…but it’s something that I must believe in, and it’s there when I look in your eyes..” As the band picked up tempo, other couples came out on the floor, and Kraus started to swing Darlene around in time to the music. Inga was downing a glass of bubbly, content to watch her love dance with Darlene, knowing that he truly loved her. “Love is in the air, in the whisper of the trees…love is in the air, in the thunder of the seas. And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming..don’t know if I feel sane…but it’s something that I must believe in..and there when you call out my name..” the band was building up to the chorus, and the whole bridal party started to sing…” Love is in the air….do do do do do..Love is in the air..do do do do…oh oh..oh oh..oh oh….Love is in the air…..Love is in the air…Oh oh…oh oh…oh oh..” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Darlene laughed at Dai’s remark.. not because she understood it, no because everyone around her was laughing. The atmosphere had changed.. it all changed in something so light and pleasant. There was a difference between having a psychotic break and thinking the love of your life announces his love too.. Or actually being loved in reality. The mix between the music that was being played, and the way Kraus pulled her in a dance, was nothing less than magical at that point. ;; Love is in the air.. Love is in the air.. oohoo. ;; And they danced. Darlene remembered the steps she had learned from ballroom classes. Shoulders down, head held high, chin in the air, Long neck. Even though her arm still hurt it anticipated in the dance. And slowly the crowd gathered around them.. each holding their partner in their arms.. moving over the dance floor in harmony with the song. Highlight of life.. She hoped this wouldn’t be the only high light.
CharlotteCarrendar:- For once, life seemed…well normal. Everyone in the wedding reception was now up on the dance floor. Helga was still unconscious on the floor, but Sven and Dai had taken to the dance floor and were dancing cheek to cheek, looking very much like the real married couple. One of Sven’s younger brothers offered his hand to Inga, and she set down her bubbly and glided out onto the floor, and she drew him into a tight dance hold, where he ceremoniously face planted into her enormous cleavage. ~mmphh..mmmph~ Darlene was laughing and dancing correctly, with her shoulders down and her head held high, much like those strictly ballroom dancers, and the Mental hospital duo, were able to dance the night away….at the wackiest wedding of the year. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Charlotte followed behind the one known as Darksied, only to see him meet up with a woman, who, for the most part was dressed like he, black pants, leather shoes, a breast plate, metal gauntlets, a metal mask but no black hood which revealed the womans long black hair that seems to be in a french braid thats goes all the way down to her waist. Her name would be Lady Darksied, and she treated Darksied rather casually, and like he owed her money. Another favour being asked, but on behalf of Charlotte. The mission, to return her to the upper hall, and the meeting table in the center of the auditiorium. Lady Darksied did agree to help Charlotte. (Lady Darksied)”Okay but you owe me big time Darksied no skipping out on the payment. Come on follow me… “- Charlotte didn’t wait to be asked twice, and she hurried after Lady Darksied, to where they would enter a room, a kitchen where most of the masked workers worked. Lady Darksied would open the door to reveal a kitchen where most of the masked workers were busy preparing meals of sorts as she would shut the door before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a key before placing the key into the door knob as Lady Darksied turned the key would she then pull it and open the door revealing a cupboard filled with union type clothes-(Lady Darksied) Go on inside find the right size and change into it. – Charlotte stepped inside the cupboard, pulling out a uniform and then began to take off her armour that she had been supplied by the genie in Nemaues as part of her wish. (Charlotte)”Please, keep this here for me somewhere safe…it may come in useful another time…if I can’t get back.” Then a light appeared at the back of the cupboard, beyond the union uniforms as Charlotte got dressed. She looked closer and saw that there was actually a stairwell at the back of the cupboard. Charlotte would finally add the last piece that was at the foot of the cupboard. A mask. She raised it up before her, the interior of the mask, shined, strange, it was almost giving off her reflection, but she thought she had no choice, she had to fool the guards of the meeting hall. Slowly she raised the mask to her face, and then fitted it, tying it off. Charlotte was now dressed, and pushed through the clothes, stepping onto the stone steps. The stairwell was lit by torches, and went around and around like a spiral, till eventually, it came to an opening that was covered by a large tapestry. Charlotte placed her ear up to the cloth and listened closely. (Baldrick)”Has anyone been to the dungeon to check on the girl?”- Sebastain is heard trotting past with a silver tray with fine with tankards on top, clinking as he offers one to Lorelei- (Sebastian)”Don’t you think you should go down and see this girl…talk to her. I am intrigued, her likeness of you is profound. Just, would you consider it before you execute her.”- Lorelei clasped the tankard in her right hand, her fingers curling around the handle. (Lorelei)”Not in the mood for chitty chatting with traitors……I WANT HER HEAD ON A SPIKE FOR MY AMUSEMENT!…GUARDS!…FETCH THE BITCH WHO DARED CALL ME MOM!!!”- Two guards saluted and then turned, marching down past the tapestry where the masked Charlotte was hidden. Baldrick sighed and took a tankard as well, sitting himself down at the meeting room table, looking decidedly glum, as Lorelei took a sip, her eyebrow arching as she took in his expression. (Lorelei)”Baldrick….really, must you?…I swear you have gone soft on me.” -she takes another sip before setting the tankard down. “Now I’m hungry….MAID…nuts!”-she banged her fist on the table, the sound resonating across the building as a maid did come running past to get the nuts…from the kitchen that was just next to where Charlotte was hiding. Charlotte seized her chance, sneaking out and then entering the kitchen where there is a light whack sound followed by the sound of a body falling to the floor. (Charlotte)”Sorry…I need your nuts.”- She then took the bowl of nuts and wandered out, walking up as the guards came in, running, both panting, as one crossed his right arm across his chest diagonally. (Guard 1)’She’s….escaped, M’lady”- (Lorelei)”WHAT?!…..THE TRAITOR HAS ESCAPED OUR DUNGEONS?!?! IMPOSSIBLE!!…SEARCH THE GROUNDS!!!”- The sounds of trumpets blazing as Charlotte in the union disguise came up with the bowl of nuts, setting them down on the table, only to have Lorelei knock the tankard and the bowl of nuts flying in a fit of rage. (Lorelei)”I WILL HUNT THAT BITCH DOWN MYSELF!!…GET ME MY SWORDS!!!”- she marched off as Charlotte bent down to pretend to pick up the soggy nuts off the floor as Baldrick and Sebastian both rose from their seats to go get Lorelei’s weapons for her. (Sebastian)”Poor girl…she is as good as dead..”- Baldrick sighed and this was when Charlotte seized her chance, jumping up in a trice, and then leaping up on the very chair that Lorelei had been sitting in and then another leap onto the table, standing to face the direction that she knew the bridge of light would come from. She ripped off her mask, holding it in her hand as she roared on the top of her voice. (Charlotte)”GUARDIAN!…..OPEN THE GATE!”- it was then that Lorelei turned around, along with her guards and saw the very girl that had escaped the dungeon, the traitior, standing atop the ancient meeting room table. (Lorelei)”GET HER!!”….
Suspect: – “…and then the black guy said, ‘You’re out of Chicken?’ AHAHAHAHA” said Kenneth, the use-to-be-Genie of Nemaes, laughing.. shaking his head as he hovered 6 feet high off the ground facing The Guardian of The Gate. Kenneth had been cracking up laughing for about 7 seconds now, while The Guardian had been standing upon the large, solid table with his blade point down while his hands lay on top of one another on the pommel of his sword. He had been looking straight ahead with no sign of expression through his great helmet in response to Kenneths failed efforts at cracking a joke. Kenneth wipe a tear from his eye, finishing off his laughter with a sigh, then just giving a blank expression to The Guardian for about 3 seconds. “…..” Kenneth hovered upwards 16 feet in the air, matching the eye level of The Guardian. Kenneth stared him in the face, squinting before speaking, “You’re like those fuckin Red Coats you see on TV from that show, ‘England’. You never do shit but look at… well, not a damn thing.” Said Kenneth, raising his arms to cross mid-sentence. “What you see with your eyes are none of my concern, but what I see with mine are way more than what anyone upon these lands wish they could.” Said The Guardian. Kenneth looked to The Guardian blankly and spoke after about 3 seconds of silence. “…I hope a bird shits on your helmet.” Said Kenneth, turning around to hover when he said ‘helmet’. When he began to hover, The Guardian began to speak. “No creature da—“… “Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.” Interrupted Kenneth as he hovered down about 6 feet. It was then, The Guardian raised the tip of the blade about 2 feet and took a step forward before slamming it down within the middle of the Table, activating The Bridge to The Gate. The outer layer of the building began to rotate as the top point of it positioned, aimed at the planet of Lacardis. After about 15 seconds, the beam of light, known as The Bridge, shined towards Lacardis and through the Main Hall and to Charlotte, immediately yanking her from the table and fade into the light about 10 feet in the air as the light disappeared after about 2 seconds from the Main Hall. She would now be traveling through space, and after about 7 seconds, she feel a slight bump, which would be her crossing through the Gate. There was a 12 Hour time different between Nemaeus and Lacardis, so she would the time opposed to there. Something she would have to get used to. At about 15 Seconds, Charlotte would appear on the Table, and The Guardian would immediately retract his Blade from the Center of the table, stepping back and off the table as the building redirected itself to its normal state. Kenneth looked to Charlotte, who was now about 4 feet from the table in front of her and grinned. “Was that fun?” he said, grinning as he looked to her, not knowing a clue of what the hell she had been through, but the Guardian had seen it all. But how?.. His Kind could see and hear everything that goes on in this Universe. He had placed the tip of his blade back down in between his feet as he looked straight ahead. He stood a monstrous 13 feet and weighed about 650lbs of pure massiveness and Muscle. Kenneth waited to hear what Charlotte had to say about her rather.. ‘interesting’ trip to go see the old planet of Lacardis and her long lost Mommy.
Prince, Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, Jeff Lynne and others perform “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” at the 2004 Hall of Fame Inductions. http://rockhall.com/
Songwriters: GIBB, BARRY / GIBB, MAURICE ERNEST / GIBB, ROBIN HUGH
My baby moves at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn
My woman takes me higher
My woman keeps me warm
What you doin in the back aah
What you doin in the back aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
Shes juicy and she’s trouble
She gets it to me good
My woman gives me power
Goes right down to my blood
What you doin in the back aah
What you doin in the back aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
My baby moves at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn
My woman takes me higher
My woman keeps me warm
What you doin on your back aah
What you doinon your back aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
CharlotteCarrendar: -It had been a few days, since Kraus had been reunited with his love, Inga. The nights of passion, and the breakfasts in bed. The…lunches in bed. Yes, it was a lot of food in bed. And who served it? Why, Sven and Dai of course. Once they had been allowed back into Inga’s spacious Hello Kitty apartment, they were on probation for bad behaviour and setting her up with Magilla Gorilla. The boys didn’t mind though. Hearing Inga’s laughter once more was music to their ears. Kraus, looked like he had been run over by a snow plough and then reversed on, but through it all, he could not help smiling, for he had the love of his life back in his arms once more. He would never be able to forget however, how the Greek boys put him in hospital, and then the Israelis trying to have him killed for what he knew of Ayalah. However, lessons learnt, he knew that he had a lot to make up for. Keeping Inga safe, was not so much the objective of his life, more so…being there for her, when he should have been all along. :: The morning of the wedding of Sven and Dai finally arrived, and much to their delight, Inga had granted them a reprieve from doing the chores, allowing them the chance to get ready for their big day. It was going to be held at the Town hall, where they would be officially registered as a same sex couple, which was as close to getting married as possible. The reception afterwards would be held at the Marriott Hotel in Prague, where the boys would be spending their first night as a wedded couple. The main room of Inga’s apartment was stacked high with gifts, from well wishers and family. The boys were in their matching tuxedos, and waiting for Inga to finally emerge from her bedroom. The cars were waiting outside, to take them to the hotel; it was just a matter of time. “Ingy…Kraus…? We are going to be late. Stop with the makeup sex already!” Sven cried. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: She had no idea where she was in Prague, but what did it matter? She was as free as a bird. Skipping, dancing, singing, she moved through the streets of Prague in the early morning. After day two of her freedom she had already forgotten about Kraus and seemed to be completely in hypnoses off the city and its citizens. Her body being off medication had gave her a few days of clarity.. but now she was in danger of slipping back into a psychoses. She had swapped her institute clothing for indie styled clothing. A good beige knitted sweater, a black bow in her ponytail, Light washed jeans and a pair of brown hike shoes. To make her unrecognizable on the street she had bought a pair of glasses. Darlene had no money, and it took a while for her to practice her thief skills. Once in a while the shoes became annoying to her and she regularly held them in her hands while enjoying the city of Prague. Within the waves of people she then walked.. Blending in, and at first sight she seemed normal for once. She copied and pasted the behaviour of citizens and after a few days nailed it being normal. She loved the daylight,.. at night however she changed.. Like Cat woman she’d held herself in the shadows.. scared of the people being awake and active, hopping from bar to bar. Oh yes she had visited a bar on her first night.. But the moment she had walked in and had to meet the wave of smoke and alcohol and sweat scents she nearly fainted and rushed back outside claiming in her head that all those people were even more idiotic than her for going to such a place. As she moved through the crowd she looked up to one outstanding building. The Marriot hotel.. a beautiful designed hotel that reached up high in the sky. The entrance of the hotel was decorated as if an special event was coming up. People were busy trying to arrange flowers, and another bunch of things.. Darlene had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk opposite of the Hotel looking and staring at it. She heard her stomach grumble a bit.. maybe they had free drinks and food?
CharlotteCarrendar:- Inga finally emerged from her bedroom, being swatted on the backside by a very dapper looking Kraus. Sure his face still marked the bruises and cuts from his ordeal, but he was impeccably dressed in a designer Armani suit, in a dark navy, with a sweet closed white rose in the button hole of his jacket. Inga was dressed in Dior, a stunning gold gown that flowed down to the floor, and she was putting in her diamond earrings as she skipped out the door. Grinning over her shoulder at the love sick looking Kraus, she made a pawing action with her well manicured hand. “Rawr!” Kraus wiggled his eyebrows, and was set to take her back into the bedroom for round # 78362 (lol) but Sven clapped his hands. “Hello…this is our day, so if you don’t mind. Chop Chop.” The happy couple smirked and giggled like they were back in high school, as Dai opened the front door to let them out. Dai looked nervous and bowed as they passed him, only to be caught on the arm by a flustered Sven. “How many times do I have to remind them it’s our day?..Hmm? Hmm?” Dai chuckled and shut the door, so they could head down to where the cars could take them to the registry office. :: At the Marriott, many of Sven’s and Dai’s gay friends were turning up, in all manner of clothing. Some were in full drag, others in leathers and assorted dominatrix gear. Few others were dressed more formally, like Sven’s parents that stuck out like dog’s balls against the rest of the party. There was much chatter and excitement for this special occasion. :: Arriving at the Town hall, the two couples entered and headed up to the registration room, on the second floor, while the chauffeurs had a smoke and talked about the latest scandal to hit Prague. The massive motorway tragedy, and the escaped mental patients. It was in all the papers, and many were on the lookout for the one that got away…Darlene. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – She heard them talking next to her.. Czech was full of taboo’s, though registered partnership was almost fully accept among the crowd. Only 21% of the population was against it.. If the couple would try to adopt a baby today, the people with signs holding up screaming .. ‘’ you will burn in hell for sticking your dick in a man butt ‘’ would be with more supporters. Just a few strong religious people were standing next to her indeed with signs held in the sky trying to stop the couple from having their glorious day. (?) ‘’ I can see the flames above their heads! .. look at that.. disgusting! It’s not carnival.. ‘’ Darlene glanced sideways to see one of the females pointing at the few guests in full drag clothing, and the ones dressed in leather. Though when she heard the word carnival she got excited. (Darlene) ‘’ I like carnival yes? ‘’ The female next to her with the sign held up and slamming crosses in front of her while asking god to have mercy on souls, looked back at Darlene but not paying much attention. Darlene crossed the road while leaving her shoes behind. She wouldn’t stand out on bare feet compared to the drags. She had not noticed the two couples going inside.. she had not noticed that the one she was looking for was present with his Swedish kitty. She was looking out for the man in the superman outfit, not an Armani suit. Darlene passed the driver who had a smoke and talked about the fresh news of Prague. Darlene wearing her huge sunglasses just blended in the crowd as if she was part of the bunch. She loved carnival.. she loved carnival.. She hoped to dance the polka. While making her entrance in the Marriot hotel she observed the strange people from behind her sunglasses.. These people took carnival serious. Darlene happy as she was danced through the crowd, twirling and jumping she made her way to the main room looking for the polka.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The registration of the happy couple was a fairly standard affair. Unlike a real wedding, it was similar to the registrations in the US. The papers were signed by both Sven and Dai, while Inga took happy snaps with her hello kitty iphone. There was much joy when they were officially named as legal partners in the eyes of the Prague government. Sharing a kiss as they held up the legal document, Kraus and Inga clapped politely; all the while Kraus was unable to take his eyes off his adored Kitty girl. The serious part of the registration over, they headed back down to the foyer, and then out onto the street, where they walked the two blocks to the reception that was being held at the Marriott. What did shock Dai and Sven was the anti gay rally that was going on across the street. Inga flipped the bird to the placard waving citizens, clearly unimpressed with their slogans and chanting. Sven and Dai weren’t too happy about the spectacle, but were happy to see they had far more well wishers waiting for them at the Marriott. All four entered the hotel foyer to much applause from the delighted guests, who all trundled into the reception room on the ground floor. So many balloons and exquisite decorations, that were of course all organised by Dai, that the crowd was oohing and aahing over the lavish spectacle. No expense was spared, and on arriving, Inga and Kraus were offered flutes of sparkling champagne. The musicians, who were set up in the back of the room, struck up a delightful jazz rendition of “It had to be you.” Kraus and Inga tapped their glasses together and toasted each other for being reunited in time for the wedding. Naturally, they were unaware there was an uninvited guest…from Kraus’s horror hospital visit. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – (Darlene) ‘’ Sorry!.. sorry! … whups? .. does it hurt, yes? ‘’ Darlene bumping in on everyone while twirling and jumping through the crowd like either a drunk one, or a small child, she apologized to every single person who would turn around and have an annoyed look on her/his face. She saw a drag, a SM master.. or something. She even saw people that looked like mental beings that lived with her in the institute. She saw expensive coats, expensive dresses.. a blue cocktail dress which she avoided. She saw Dolce and cabana(SP?XD), Chanel, Dior.. Armani.. Dior.. Armani.. While twirling and grabbing a glass of sparkles from a silver plate a servant was holding she bumped into the woman with the Dior dress. (Darlene) ‘’ SORRY! .. this stuff makes me tingle inside, yes? ‘’ and with a flash Darlene moved on, not looking back the one she bumped into. Darlene looked at her glass while dancing the polka.. This stuff was better than her medication. After the first sip she could feel the alcohol running through her system. A strange tingling feeling within her veins. Her knees became more weak after two glasses.. and her vision wasn’t as clear as it was before. What did they call this medication? Darlene laughed at and for herself. While taking large sips it almost seemed as if she was eating her champagne glass. (Darlene) ‘’ Enough polka for Clementine! .. sit! ‘’ Darlene found an empty chair at a table and just moved her ass down on the chair. Darlene had, because of her wanting level, given herself a new name.. Clementine. She nearly believed she was always called that way at this point. She glanced at the people at the reception, wondering why they didn’t joined in on the polka she wanted to start.. was this even a carnival festival? One of the guest in full drag outfit was sitting next to her in a blinding yellow neon skirt.. Underneath it the heshe worn panties and high heels with iron studs.. Darlene tipsy as she was bended her head slightly to try and peek underneath the skirt.. and as soon as the drag person moved herhis head towards her Darlene looked away and took another large sip of her sparkles.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The crowd was chatting and laughing, drinking and enjoying the finger food offered by very daring looking bus boys. Even Inga caught an eyeful of one well hung lad and downed her champers in a flash. Kraus caught sight of this and tweaked her cheek playfully. “Don’t forget about me, Kitten.” Inga smirked and wrinkled up her nose in a pert way. “Only looking…ooo is that sushi?” Seeing another lad carrying a large platter of sushi, Inga took a morsel as the tray went passed and she popped it into her mouth, chewing heartily. Clearly all that sex had worked up her appetite. At the head table, Sven tapped a glass with a small spork and asked for all to take their seats for the first course and of course, the speeches. “Ello…ello. Yes…please everyone, find a seat and we will have our Best man, Kraus Zimmerman, do the honours, to welcome everyone. Yes Mamma…to the left…that table. *point point*…Mamma…not that table..the other one. Sheesh. Kraus..quickly darling, up here. Bring Ingy…there is a boy. Dai…I need a bubbly. Ingy..you sit there..Okay…we all settled peoples.” The room erupted into a chorus of “Yes!” as Kraus took the microphone and blew on it. “Testing…one two…Oh it works. Heh. Please..be seated. That’s right. Thank you.” Inga took a seat at the main table, right beside Sven, who was arguing with a waiter about the year of the champagne. With the room settling and the band taking a break, all eyes were on Kraus. “Ladies and Gentlemen…family and friends, thank you on behalf of Dai and Sven, for coming here to celebrate the “marriage” of our dear friends. Please, raise your glasses, and be upstanding as we toast their happiness.” Everyone stood, as Sven and Dai lent close to each other, posing for the photographer. “To the happy couple!” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – As the crowd was sitting down neatly at their tables Darlene got a better view of the reception.. the people in it, the purpose of this carnival spectacle. Loud talking funny looking people, posh people, normal ones.. And Her. The escaped mental patient. And then.. someone started to speak.. loud and raised his voice above the crowd. “Ello…ello. Yes…please everyone, find a seat and we will have our Best man, Kraus Zimmerman… ‘’ (Darlenes mind) + Kraus?… Kraus.. where does that name.. .. KRAUS?! ‘’ , blablablablablablaaa…*point point* Blablablablabla . Kraus.. (darlene’s mind) ‘’ I heard it well yes? Kraus?! ‘’ blablablabla . blablablablabla . blabalbalbla blue banana balls…. And then.. kraus stood there with a microphone in his hand.. Talking. But Darlene didn’t heard his words no longer.. atleast not his exact words. The face of Kraus.. the face of superman was in the same room as hers.. Her mind flipped over.. her brains rolling through her head. Her heart started to stop working for a few seconds.. Her eyes behind her sunglasses widened.. Flashbacks entered her mind of superman in the padded room, superman in the hallway.. Superman kissing her cheek.. Superman leaving the institute.. Superman who had gestured her to break free and find him. The thin line snapped. The control not only over her own brain but also over her senses were gone. She smelled things that weren’t in the room.. she saw faces that weren’t there.. but most important she heard the voice of superman talking to her.. through the microphone.. She saw superman pointing at Darlene.. She saw him blowing kisses to her.. it was all for her.. This whole spectacle was for her. “Testing…one two…Oh it works. Darlene this is for you.. Thank you.” “Ladies and Gentlemen…family and friends, thank you on behalf of Darlene, for coming here to celebrate the freedom and love of ours . Please, raise your glasses, and be upstanding as we toast happiness.” “To the happy couple, Darlene and Superman! ‘’. And as everyone stood.. Darlene stood.. but not on the ground.. not on the chair.. no she stood on the table removing her sunglasses from her face while having tears dropping from her eyes. She had spread her arms widely and opened her mouth.. In her mind everyone looked at her with a smile.. a smile to show how happy everyone was that Darlene found her Superman.. She was Lois all along. From her throat.. she sung with all her might. In reality it sounded like a drunk karaoke .. but in her mind she could sing like they did in musicals. ( Darlene) ‘’ You’re my Superman!, in my master plan!, you’re the symphony.. in my melody! ‘’ Darlene turned around to the band and made a gesture to start playing that song.. and if they did.. she would continue to sing her love for Superman.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Oh, it was truly a memorable occasion, with everyone standing up, raising their glasses, when all of a sudden, a girl dressed rather plainly, was on top of a table, and belting out song lyrics, that had everyone turning around and staring at the wide eyed girl. ‘’ You’re my Superman!, in my master plan!, you’re the symphony.. in my melody! ‘’ Darlene gestured the band to play along, and the lead singer shrugged, thinking this was some sort of staged prank and picked up the tune, so the room was filled with the strains of music, to match the sound coming from Darlene. Sven and Dai glanced at each other, and then babbling, wondering what on earth was going on. The crowd all joined in with Darlene as she sang, while Kraus looked dumbfounded. He recognised Darlene immediately, and you could see the microphone slipping from his hand. “Darlene..?” he murmered almost under his breath, while Inga was helping herself to the sushi tray on the main table. “Ooo is this prawn and avocado?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – The crowd joined her, the band played.. it was time for the kiss as Kraus had said her name. she heard, in her imagination, his voice to be filled with passion and love. With a jump she jumped off the table knocking glasses of sparkles over and ruining the table cloth. As she landed on the ground she ran forwards to the main table where Superman was standing.. with the microphone slipped from his hand. She heard cheering, yelling.. ‘’Woohoo’s’’ and what not. As Darlene would reach Kraus she would simply just press her lips against his, and if their lips would connect.. she would firstly hold him in her arms and then grab the Armani suit and try to undress him to show the world the superman outfit he was wearing underneath it. All her hard work, all her struggles, and all her sanity would disappear when she would kiss him. For once she could let him meet the clean Darlene.. the one without the poop stains and the salvia.. The Darlene she was when she was free.. — The tipsy-off-medication-Darlene. The Darlene who could turn from sweet, to rage in less than 0,4 seconds. But as long as she was with Kraus.. she promised herself to be good.. –
CharlotteCarrendar: – While Inga was chewing her sushi and humming along with the song, Sven rose up from his chair and moved to get in earshot of Kraus, to whisper “What is going on?” Course, he would barely get it out, when Darlene made her move. Knocking over glasses of bubbly, upsetting guests, who had been singing along, then she ran straight for Kraus, who took a step back, and felt the ceremonial cake in behind him. Darlene, went straight in to kiss the startled Kraus, causing Inga to nearly choke on her sushi. Spitting out the morsel on her plate, she grabbed her purse, and came up to the other side of Kraus, as Darlene was trying to rip off Kraus’s expensive jacket. “Heyz!…Getaway…from my man!”- Inga cried and tried to beat Darlene off with her petite Hello Kitty snap clutch. Dai could see what was happening and then cheered. “Taking bets…oh this is funny. Sven..you organise this?!” Just then the door to the reception room flew open and there was standing a very irate looking Helga. “INGA…I counted to fifty!” Inga stopped mid swat with her clutch and meeped. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – She had felt his lips before on her cheek, but she never imagined them to be so soft on her mouth. More proof she didn’t needed.. he was hers. As she was trying to strip superman from his dull suit she could feel commotion around her.. And in her eye corners she saw the blonde Swedish kitty going at her with a hello kitty purse.. Screaming “Heyz!… I’m going to steel …your man!” No way.. no way.. no fucking way that was going to happen.. Darlene released Kraus his suit and tried to defend herself with her arms against the purse that was slapped against her.. picking a moment she could fight back for her man. Then the blonde kitty seemed to be distracted by the reception door that would fly open.. and a woman walked in. This was Darlene’s chance … Darlene imitating the movements of Alex two weeks back in the hospital she clenched her fist and aimed it right in Kitty’s stomach. She would throw her punch fast.. but as she was not trained for martial arts.. or whatever it was.. she didn’t really mastered the foot work.. if there was any. Anyhow. As Darlene threw the punch hoping it would hit the blonde kitty she took a step to the left in Kraus’s direction. Being tipsy after she would connect or not connect the hit stumbled over her own feet and would fall sideways against Kraus.. Now here’s the funny part.. That beautiful cake which was already slightly tilting due the fact Kraus was slightly leaning on it would drop onto the person sitting behind it. –
CharlotteCarrendar:- It was like a riot was about to break out in the reception. The drag Queens all squealed, pulling amazing wax like facial expressions while the doms and their subs cheered at the antics happening at the front table. Inga was furious to see this girl latching onto her Kraus, like he was some common wall boy. Course, Helga had to enter the fray, storming into the room, still smitten with the blonde Hello kitty Kitten. But then Darlene threw a punch at Inga, that connected and sent her off her feet and disappearing behind the main table. WOAH! Like King Kong himself had been morphed into Helga, she saw her “beloved” getting decked, and snorted loudly, as she pushed up the sleeves of her Nike tracksuit. “YOUR DEADZ!” she roared at Darlene. Charging straight for her, while Dai jumped up on the main table and assumed several rather interesting martial arts poses. “I know kung fu….haaaaaiiiii ya!” Sven fell back only to have the cake land on him, with Inga knocked out on the floor, after hitting her head. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – The environment changed, signals changed.. the crowd changed.. her mind changed. 0,4 seconds ago everyone was happy that she and superman had declared their love.. and now people were already trying to stop them from having an relationship. The moment she punched Inga, and Inga was sent flying over the main table it had hit Darlene. Behind her Dai was standing on the table doing the kung fu moves.. and Sven was covered in cake.. She pushed herself off Kraus and turned her body to the raging and charging Helga.. Screaming that Darlene was deadz. Darlene her complete posture changed.. she stood up straight and seemed to have one goal at this moment. Defend and protect Superman from the squealing woman charging at them. No time for being the scared cat. Darlene’s pony tail came loos as she dashed forwards to charge at Helga.. she ran and her hair followed her. Her bare feet making no sound on the floor as she was going to meet Helga halfway. Darlene’s arms were moving in front of her, taking in the position.. clenching fist.. The plan was when she would meet Helga halfway .. to jump up and give a painful punch right on her nose. She watched how Superhero’s do it in movies.. time for her copy skills to do their work. With a rage face she barged at Helga.. (Darlene) ‘’ NOT BEFORE I KILL YOU! ‘’
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like a scene from a National Lampoon movie, only mixed in with a gay Mardi gras..Possibly a bit of Les Mis. Screaming, kicking, yelling, swearing, and then of course there were those that appreciated a bit of action, in the form of the hulking Helga. Helga was not only a body builder; she was a wrestler and a weightlifter too. Talk about the perfect athlete, and with Darlene making a run straight for her, well….odds were in Helga’s favour. As Darlene made her jump into the air, with arm straight out, Helga reached to snatch her wrist with right hand, while her left hand came up from underneath like a cannon, to smash at Darlene’s elbow. What this would do is weaken her considerably, while getting a firm lock on the girl’s damaged arm. Snarling and snorting, the one tonne behemoth, would tip her huge head back and bring it forward so to smash the girl’s head like a watermelon, if she did not escape Helga’s vice like grip. Behind the main table, Kraus was scooping up his beloved Inga, whilst on the main table, Dai was break dancing, as the band struck up the tune. “Everybody was kung fu fighting…..HA!” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Maybe it was Darlene’s mind that showed her a different picture of Helga.. maybe in her mind Helga was this cute little.. thin .. innocent and weak girl running with her arms flailing. Maybe she had missed the danger of charging at a bodybuilder. Compared to Helga, Darlene was skinny as hell.. white as hell.. and weak.. as hell. But not having to carry the extra muscle weights might made Darlene a tad faster. Darlene blinded by hatred for everyone that would point a finger towards her Superman came closer.. and eventually wanted to make the jump for it. Stretching her arm and her fist aiming for Helga’s face. And she did made the jump.. But stupid Darlene had no escape from the air. As she felt Helga’s right hand wrap around her wrist, Darlene decided to continue the hit with her knee. As he wrist was caught and just before Helga’s left hand would smash against her elbow she used the ‘’Hanging moment ‘’ to move her knee forwards aiming for Helga’s stomach. Before the pain would go through her right arm, and before she could even realize her knee wouldn’t hit as hard as she wanted due the pain that would race through her arm and shoulder, Helga would bring her head back.. and then the next thing Darlene saw was the face of Helga in her face.. Her forehead against her forehead. Her brains felt like they made sixty flips in her head and every sound, every smell, every signal just faded in the back.. Her vision went nearly black and her muscles released the tension. Before her eyes rolled in the back of her head for a few minutes they were pointed down at Helga’s chest.. Darlene’s mind not functioning well after the blow had a series of questions about Helga’s boobs. With her free arm she reached over to her chest. Darlene simply pressed her 5 fingers on the woman’s chest to feel how hard her boobs were. (Darlene) ‘’ .. I bet you produce steroid milk.. ehe.. ehehehehe ‘’ Damn that woman had a hard boob. Lights out.. bed time.. Power nap.
CharlotteCarrendar: – There is a defining moment in a fight. Sort of like when David took on Goliath, or New York City took on King Kong. It’s usually pretty predictable, which is why, when Darlene made a mad ass run at the enormous German, the entire room stopped what they were doing to see just how many rounds the spritely mental patient could go against HELGA the HULK. If you could put the following actions into some sort of slow motion play, it showed Darlene’s rage, exploding from her with the powered force of her arm, thrust through the air, and aiming for her nose. Course, Helga, was on the ball, being experienced in such attacks, and collected the girl’s arm forcefully. But it was the underside power punch towards the elbow, that truly did the damage, weakening the girl. Darlene went for broke, using her knee to try and inflict damage to the wrestler’s stomach, and that kick did meet its mark. The affect? RAGE on a new level. The head of Helga ploughing into the young mental patient, and completely knocking her out. K.O! Well..almost. The girl was brazen enough to shove her dirty mits right into the bewbage of the enormous German. ‘’ .. I bet you produce steroid milk.. ehe.. ehehehehe ‘’ The room fell silent as Helga simply released the girl from her grip and this would mean she would collapse on the floor, if out cold. With the whole room now gawking at Helga, she turned around and did a Hulk like muscle pose, and that is when the band lighting switched on and turned her skin…an eerie shade of green. But …it was not over. Kraus emerged from behind the main table and rose up. Pointing at the oversized German. “Oi….you can’t just barge in here and beat up defenceless…*then he looked down at Darlene and frowned, realising she was a walking time bomb*…patients.” Helga’s head twitched and then she drew her right foot back, and brought it forward in a massive powered kick, to try and kick the unconscious Darlene’s head in. At this point, Dai had seen enough and screamed out “BANZAI!” and leapt off the main table, landing on the body of Darlene on the floor, to take the full kick from the Wrestler, which could send both flying across the floor. THIS would start a full on riot. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Was it cold because the blood stream had left her face? Was it cold because the touch of the hard boob of Helga the mad hulk German was made of stone? Was she wearing stones in her bra? .. Was it cold because she had hit the floor? Darlene for sure didn’t know.. the only thing she felt at one point was a body lying on top of her.. had she defeated the wrestler with her massaging hands? Had she pressed Helga’s nipple and actually shut her down? .. Or was she being raped? Whatever happened.. Darlene no like.. Darlene really no like.. She felt her consciousness coming back slowly.. She could feel tingles all over her body and slowly but surely getting feeling back in her arms and legs. As if she woken up from a dream she muttered. (Darlene) ‘’ Don’t let her have kids, okay? They be fed on steroid milk.. ‘’ She then slowly raised her left arm to push off whatever was laying on top of her. She opened her eyes and noticed the man on top of her.. so she was getting raped?! Darlene panic mode on! With a delay of 5 seconds due her body being stiff and didn’t recollected itself from the blow yet Darlene started to move her body, trying to get herself up and the man off her. Confused as she was she tried her best to make a great escape but for the moment she was unable to do anything. –
CharlotteCarrendar: – Covered in cake, Sven emerged from behind the main table too, and saw his beloved had dived onto the wayward Darlene, who was spread eagled on the floor. “Baby?!”- he wailed and ran, arms flailing to tear him off the besieged Darlene. Reaching his side, he snatched up Dai’s arm and tried to lift him off, all the while the rest of the guests, much of the Prague’s elite in the gay community, all set upon the enormous Helga, beating her with everything they could get their hands on…but it was one petite lady, who managed to pick up an expensive vase and smash it over the back of Helga’s head. The force of the marble vase, knocked out the Hulkinator, who went cross eyed as she slumped to the floor. Who was the lady? “I hated when she touched my tits. Now…will someone please..explain who DAT is?” Inga said, pointing to the woman on the floor. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – It went fast and in slow-motion at the same time. Darlene still not fully being recovered from her knock out heard the gay man pulling his love of her.. but not really realizing it all she still thought it was some freaky rape attack. How can someone like to rape unconscious females. The guest had gathered.. slapping not-so-poor German Helga the hulk.. and finally she heard a vase shattering and the sound of the massive muscles falling down on the floor next to her. Darlene pushed Sven of her and rolled a few times to the other side making sure there was no rape attempt left on her body. Back to the present.. and back to her full rage moment Darlene stood up wobbling on her feet while hearing Inga scream and pointing at her. Darlene lifting only her left hand to point at kraus and catching her breath.. and trying to find the right words spoke.. (Darlene) ‘’ I’m Lois lane right?.. Superman’s wife.. and you blonde tit.. you can’t take him away from me, okay?! ‘’ with mad eyes she stared at every single person in the room.. (Darlene) ‘’ Nobody can. ‘’ –
As the Porsche sped out of the compound gates with the dust and debris flying up behind it throwing up a choking cloud, it would not go unnoticed by one of the guard patrols, that had a Jeep stationed near the gate. Ayalah drove like a fiend with her tongue licking her lips, changing up gears and then glancing back over her shoulder to see if the Jeep patrol car would follow. The wily Israeli’s laughter was starting to annoy the hell out of Ira, who was still kicking himself for leaving Lotus behind. The Porsche sped past the returning fleet of cars that contained Yuri and his men, along with Mia and now Steven too. Seeing them as Ayalah planted her foot on the excelorater, s he threw her head back and whooped loudly.
“Not..Ever getting touched by those fuckers again!” Ayalah yelled out, as she reached for the power on button for the car stereo, and it started pumping out Rammstein. Ayalah smacked her hand upon the steering wheel in time with the beat. Flicking on the high beam, the silver Porsche Cayman S illuminated the winding road ahead of them. She quickly checked the rear vision mirror, and could see the telltale lights of the jeep following. It would have been a few hundred metres behind them, obviously alerted by Yuri that one of his prized girls had made a daring escape. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she tossed a look at Ira, who was simply sitting with his arms folded, and eyes closed. “What is with you, eh? You did your mission. Stop with the sour face, eh? Now hang on, while I give these boys a thrill. Woot!”
One of the guards in the Jeep coming behind them, opened his window, and leaned out, starting to open fire on the Porsche. The steady ~tink..tink tink…~ sound could be heard crackling through the dark of night. Ira angrily unfolded his arms, and hit the button for the sun roof, to slide back. The sudden whip of wind that entered the speeding Porsche tossed Ayalah’s hair around but she didn’t seem to care, continuing to drive like a woman possessed. The winding road was narrowing, as it rounded a cliff edge. The Porsche was taking the corners hard; almost drifting with the delicious roar of the 3.4 litre engine. This was now a dangerous game that Ayalah was playing. The jeep behind them was gaining, and with the passenger taking shots at the Porsche, they needed to act fast. Ira turned around on his seat, and then on his knees, he rose up out of the sunroof, and with his Stechkin APS pistol drawn, he fired four shots at the Jeep behind them. One bullet going through the windscreen, and taking out the driver, who slouched forward upon the wheel. The guard that had been shooting, tried in vain to take control of the speeding Jeep, but it began to slide across the road, then jack-knifed when hitting the side of the mountain. This caused it to spin out of control and with the guard screaming in Russian, the jeep careened over the edge of the other side of the road, bursting into flames. This illuminated the whole area behind them, as the car sped on. Turning and slouching back down into his seat, holding the smoking gun, he snarled at Ayalah, who found the whole incident now incredibly funny. Both hands on the wheel, she didn’t even look at him as she powered the Porsche on. Only saying;
“Uri will be indebted to you, Wolf. Who knows, he might get you a nice woman to please you on the plane for the return flight to Prague, eh?”
Hearing Ayalah speak this way, Ira toyed with the gun in his hand thinking only how he had left behind the woman who he realised meant more to him than just a mission partner. Taking another bend, Ayalah sped up and pressed the button to close the sun roof. “I think you liked the Lotus…am I right?” Ayalah teased. She could tell by his body language that she had dented his armour with her remark. Mocking a pout, Ayalah continued. “Oh Wolf….girls like her are very easy to find. Why Tokyo is full of them.” Ira shot Ayalah a look that was menacing. You could hear the audible growl in his voice. Clearly her antics were grating on his nerves. “You are a real bitch, you know that? Lotus is the reason you are out of that hell hole.” Ayalah appeared to shrug her shoulders, truly not caring. Eyes focused on the night road ahead of them, hands tightly clenching the wheel. She chortled. “I was already making my way out when you arrived, so don’t give me that…bullshit, that the Japanese cunt saved my life…okay?” Ayalah had enough of the conversation, as it seemed that Ira had no sense of humour. Ayalah simply turned up the music and head banged as the car sped onwards towards Moscow. Ira reholstered his firearm, and then went back to staring out his passenger side window. His thoughts were of course, of Lotus. The night where she bared her soul to him and explained to him what Ayalah and Uri had done to her life. And now here he was speeding away from her and possibly having left her to die at the hands of Yuri and his thugs. At this point, Ira hated himself, and wondered if Lotus would ever forgive him, if she made it out alive. Perhaps he underestimated her, and in his mind hoped she would have got out of there. But he had no way of knowing, and now driving down the highway with the one woman that Lotus despised over all others.
The Porsche was fitted with a GPS and also had a satellite phone, and Ayalah didn’t waste any time at all, plotting the course to the airport. One way or another, she planned to get out of Russia tonight. Tossing Ira the satellite phone, she barked at him. “Contact our Russian counterpart, and advise Uri we are on our way. He should have organised the flight. I am so looking forward to seeing Uri again. Mmm…I wonder if he will wear his special cologne.” For a moment, Ira twitched at her words, and slowly turned his head back around to her. The artificial lighting of the dash illuminated her face, and she appeared to be oddly smug, talking about Uri. Catching the phone, he started to press the number in for Boris, who happened to have left the ball some time before. He answered in the first three rings. “Ah…Wolf, you got the Viper and Lotus. I have news…” Ira grit his teeth and snarled into the phone. “Just Viper and I…you can tell us about the news at the airport.” Boris seemed confused by this. With no mention of the Lotus, he feared the worst. “She was a good agent. I am sure Uri will make arrangements to contact her family.” This was when Ayalah burst out laughing, hearing Boris on the loud speaker in the car. “No..you idiot. Lotus…is a guest of Yuri. She won’t be coming home.” Boris could be heard to cough, then swear in Russian. But he knew that the news he had would not be helping Lotus at all. “Then…I see you comrades at the airport. Gate nine. We have an operative on the guard box. *he sighs, then says to Wolf*…she deserved better.” Hanging up, Boris got into his car, and made his way to meet with the incoming flight….of Uri himself. This was the news that he didn’t get the chance to say. Apparently, Viper means more to Uri than anyone could have imagined.
The last hour of the trip, was just the steady stream of heavy metal playing through the speakers. Ira was practically clawing his nails along the interior of the door. Anger rising even more now, while Ayalah was simply singing along with the radio. Every so often she wiggled in her car seat and let out an odd laugh. The more time Ira spent with her, the more he was starting to hate her. Lotus was right about her…but what was coming would shock him to the core. Pulling up finally at Gate nine, the car was checked over and on opening the window, the guard automatically recognised them both. “Proceed…hanger 12.” Closing the window, the Porsche drove slowly through the gate, then headed down for the right hanger, that the guard had advised. A small gulfstream jet had landed not long before, and as Ayalah pulled up the bullet riddled Porsche, the door to the plane opened, and guess who came down the stairs.
“Pappa!” Ayalah squealed, turning off the engine and undoing her seat belt. She was in such a hurry to get out, that even Ira was surprised. No one was usually this way with the Israeli chief. Ayalah opened her car door, and leapt out, not even bothering to shut it closed. The Red headed beauty ran up the tarmac, as Uri opened his arms to her, and then ….then…they started to kiss each other, like long lost lovers, who had not seen each other in years. Ira…just sat there..dumbfounded. ~WHAT WERE THEY DOING?!~ Uri ran his hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass cheeks forcefully, as she bent to his will. It was a sickening display, since…Uri was her father! “God…I think I’m going to be sick.’ Ira groaned. He didn’t even want to get out of the car, and face this disgusting duo. For a time, they seemed to forget he was even there.
Uri pulled back finally from Ayalah, cradling her in his arms, and she was like this…lovesick kitten with him. Slowly Ira undid his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, but not away from it. Uri showed a huge smile, as he had his arm around Ayalah. “Ah…the man of the hour. Yes…I am very very happy you got my Viper back. Now…if you would get on the plane, we are going back to Prague. Our business in this country is done. Come. We have your next mission to discuss. I have the brief.” Ayalah made a goose lips expression at Ira, pleased with herself…which had Ira clench his fists tightly. “No…” Just one word. The Israeli chief stopped for a moment, and jerked his head back towards where Ira stood near the car. “Wolf…you do not say no. YOU…COME WHEN I CALL YOU!” Uri started to raise his voice sharply, while Ayalah blew in his ear, trying to calm him down. Ira shook his head. “I am done…I no longer serve you….or the Israeli government. You two deserve each other. Seriously. But the woman who was left behind…is a far more worthwhile human being than either of you could match up to.”- He turned away and Uri pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ira’s back, the right side of his jaw twitching. “WOLF…I COUNT TO THREE..”- Wolf shrugged and got into the car, as the older man stood there…barking at him. “WOLF…you are a disgrace!” Wolf started the car and then smiled. “Go fuck your red haired slut of a daughter. I am saving Lotus. ASSHOLE” He started the engine and threw it into reverse, then sped away, as Uri looked on….furious. “That..is no man. He will die before he even reaches her.” Did he know something that Wolf didn’t? <3>
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The masked man would wipe some of the blood of his mask as he stared at this strange person who for some strange reason says her tunnels are a lot nicer than these tunnels as she also pointed her name was Char and was far away from home as he would say out loud to her-(?) Ahh the union must have made your tunnels… a pity we can’t get started in these tunnels yet. So Char where are you from? Alma? Erria? Gehenna? or Raxis? Last I heard the union made a device called a boiler in Erria..the union builders over there say it would make hot water and also heat the buildings there so are you from there? After all Erria’s tunnels are the most cleanest-This strange masked man was already leading her through the tunnels and they had been travel for quite some time-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Charlotte followed, the sound of her metal boots sloshing through the water was amplified, as she tried to keep up. When the man in the mask enquired about where she was from, and also mentioned the unions, she put two and two together and realised that the unions of Lacardis were very similar to the ones in Nemaues. (Charlotte)”Errr yes..the unions did make the tunnels…but, I am not from the places you mentioned. I mean, yes, I lived here once but…that was before…*she then realised she was saying a bit too much, and that this may have an effect on the time here. She changed tack* “I uhm…come from a place known as Nixagris, its…a long way from here, but the tunnels there were made by the unions, that I can vouch for.” The masked man spoke of an invention known as a boiler and she absent mindedly said, “The unions invented the boiler?” But….uhm….okay. That sounds like a neat invention. I ….I be honest, I need to get back up to the hall, and see that table up there with the map in the glass dome. Its really important. You don’t think that, you could help me get up there…from here?”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As he waited for her response and he really did wait rather than go any further from where they stopped as she said about the union making the tunnels, she lived here before and a place called Nixagris so it was true the unions had went to far places but then she said the unions invented the boiler but she sounded puzzled or amazed and she kept on asking to go back to the hall where supposedly guards should be either looking for her or still on patrol.-(???) You are lying to me, I don’t like people who lie right in my face….I understand about people keeping their own little secrets but if you really are telling the truth then you won’t mind me putting you in a little test, so that I ease my mind and suspicions about you…Who is the Grandmaster? the one who controls the union in Nixagris? -This strange masked man just stood there staring right at her and holding that crowbar in his left hand and it seems like he was indeed waiting for an answer-
CharlotteCarrendar:- The man in the mask stopped, and then became very serious, telling her how he didn’t like liars, or keeping secrets that were of importance, especially with where she needed to be taken too. She realised that she had to fess up, and so she took a deep breath, and said. (Charlotte)”The Grand master is the one that controls the under world, and the river of masks. He is holder of the book of ancients, a book that when you put yiour hand in it, it bleeds into your fingers and you can see, what happened, is happening. He…he is known as the architect. But, in my world, he died, and a new one has taken his place. The unions finished the tunnels in Nixagris, but there was a civil war, as the new grandmaster had to be found. Even I don’t know who the new Grand master is. Mr Digger controlled the unions, but he is missing. And Shovel…he was down in the Baron’s swamp last I saw him. And I barely made it out of there alive…I still don’t know how I survived it. I…the grand master fought…my mom. I saw it in the book. I know this all sounds like I am making it up, but its the truth, I swear it.”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The man in the mask was a bit taken back on how much an outsider knows about the hidden paths but a book of ancients now that was just getting weird as it kept on going…A book thats lets you see what has happened and happening but such a book does not exist… yet. And how the grandmaster died and a new was found and what not of a civil war would the man found it odd how she said a grandmaster fought her mother…who was her mother so now he needed to know-(???) Wait wait wait I asled for a name not a story alright if you don’t know who this new grandmaster is can you at least tell me who was the old grandmaster before the new one…you know the one before the civil war? Now Take your time and think really carefully who was the old grandmaster if you answered that question and I am only asking you to answer that question then I promise I’ll find a way to sneak you back into the meeting hall where that table with the map in a glass dome and I probably might even help you sneak past all the guards that are there so who is the old grandmaster? -He was literally just standing there as it might seem like he was staring at her and somewhat trying to digest her story if she told anyone else this story he was pretty sure they would call her crazy, a witch or something like that but he was actually trying to understand the story she told-
CharlotteCarrendar: – It seemed she had told him a bit too much, since he was more or less telling her that he really wanted to know who the old grandmaster was. He offered to find a way to sneak her into the meeting hall and up to the table, if she could answer the question. (Charlotte)”He……his name here…is….uhm…*she gulped and then whispered*….Darksied” he…he built the underworld city…he…he was known as the Carpenter….the great secret of the Carrendar. That is who the Grand master is in this world. I have seen it, in the book of ancients, with my own eyes. He wore a black robe…and bandages….and…..and…*she then looked straight at the man in the mask standing before her…..and her jaw fell open-
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -She had every reason for her to let her jaw fell open as the man who stood before her was indeed the man she described in fact he wasn’t exactly wearing a black robe but he does wear it when he is not union work or duty but in fact he was wearing the union standard clothing of black pants, leather shoes, a bit of leather armor kind of like a chest plate, a couple of metal gauntlets , a black hood, a toolbelt strapped around his waist with his many numerous tools, and a metal mask on his face.-(Darksied) You know I never guessed I would become a grandmaster so far I am just one of his more laid back apprentice but still one of his appprentices. So I am guessing you must be one of those chrono mage or better known as a time jumper… besides you kind of gave yourself away by some of your own words. One you spoke of cleaner tunnels but the truth is no tunnel is cleaner than this for you see they are all alike, Two you seemed almost surprised like the boilers were already built by the union but the truth is its the old man and my pet project we haven’t even finished the testing period and thats was three months ago, Three the country you spoke of Nixagris well I don’t think there is a Nixagris on the map but I think it might occur at your time as for your final mistake was the fact that the grandmaster of your time was me…I am really shocked that the old man would pick me as for the other names you threw into your story…I don’t think I even know a Mr. Digger or a Shovel…. oh well a promise is a promise follow me and you might want to close your jaw that is unless you want to catch flies -Now as he had started to continue walking back in his own pace as he traveled along the tunnels before reaching a sewer grate as the man known as Darksied would move the sewer grate and enter the tunnel which would lead downwards to a factory? It seemed like thee was many people there all dressed exactly like Darksied. A whole group of people dressed exactly like with one thing being different for the male and females was the chest plate as one could clearly see one was more suited for the female workers-(Darksied) Umm we going to have to take a small detour. -This factory seemed to be like a giant metal plant as there were people pouring heat boiling metal liquid into a container to make some sort of shape as other workers were metal cogs, gears and plates as other workers were placing said cogs into a wooden shipping crate filled with hay. Once the metal pieces are placed inside crate would someone place a wooden lid on top of the crate then nail it down and oddly enough all the boxes had two capital F’s painted on the crates sudes and lid-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Charlotte would close her mouth, using the tip of her index finger under her chin, but still stunned that in front of her now, stood the Grand master…well his apprentice. (Charlotte)”You could call me a time jumper….sort of.” -she followed Darksied down through the sewer, and finally came to a sewer gate, that he would open, and entered a tunnel that lead to to a factory, where many of the workers were wearing similar outfits to the one worn by Darksied. They all seemed to be so busy, This was a bustiling metal plant, the smell rising and Charlotte wrinkled up her nose, and felt the heat as boiling metal liquid was being poured into moulds. She took a closer look and saw that they were making metal cogs, that were then placed into crates that were filled with straw. This was so before Charotte’s time, she marvelled at the rate of manufacturing these pieces. It was hard work, and not for the lazy. Charlotte noticed that there were initials on the crates filled with cogs. (Charlotte)”What does FF mean?” she thought outloud, her question would be one that she wanted to know, since maybe whoever makes the cogs in her time, were ancestors of those of Nemaues.
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -Darksied seemed to be looking for someone as she asked about the initials and what they mean-(Darksied) Just one of those noble families that orders parts there are plenty around that asks of us to do this kind of work…where is she? that her? no wait there she is come on follow me -Now if Char follows Darksied she would notice that he is leading her to a woman who was dressed in black pants, leather shoes, a breast plate, metal gauntlets, a metal mask but no black hood which revealed the womans long black hair that seems to be in a french braid thats goes all the way down to her waist. It seems this lady was telling other workers around her to go and ship the crates out to the customers as the other workers scattered Darksied approached the woman before saying out loud- (Darksied) Hey Darksied. (?) Hey Darksied. -The two would high five each other; now for the purpose of not confusing or mixing the two up the male Darksied shall be known as Darksied and the female Darksied shall be known as Lady Darksied and yes in the first part where they both say hey to each other they really did refer to the other as Darksied-(Darksied) So hows your work Darksied? (Lady Darksied) So far so good and hows the old man? (Darksied) So far so good so you free for today? Cause I got a favor to ask. (Lady Darksied) Again Darksied? This going to be what?… your tenth time to ask a favor. (Darksied) Yeah I need some help sneaking my friend back into the meeting hall. So do you have some spare uniforms I could give to her so that she doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb? (Lady Darksied) Oh no, please tell me this is not going to get me into trouble. (Darksied) Well…no if all things go well. (Lady Darksied) Okay but you owe me big time Darksied no skipping out on the payment. Come on follow me… -It wasn’t particular far from where lady Darksied was as she lead the two of them to a room with as Lady Darksied would open the door to reveal a kitchen where most of the masked workers were busy preparing meals of sorts as she would shut the door before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a key before placing the key into the door knob as Lady Darksied turned the key would she then pull it and open the door revealing a cupboard filled with union type clothes-(Lady Darksied) Go on inside find the right size and change into it. -Somewhere in the high seas of Lacardis was a merchant ship and it seems to be traveling to a dock somewhere at the river of discord where the crates with the initials FF were passed to men in hooded robes as the hooded men placed them on the back of the wagons before transporting them t their master in his castle somewhere in Erria. As the hooded men opened the crates and pass them to the servants of the castle as the servants would help the master in his latest invention once the invention was done would the master enter the ballroom of his castle where a party of masked nobles was dancing, drinking well having the ball of their life as the master tried to get their attention it seemedl like they too busy partying as the master turned his head to one of the hooded men and said-(?) Igor get their attention. -One of these so called hooded men was a five foot man with a big hunchback as he would nod before getting a hammer and hitting a bell as it rang out it got the attention of those around-(Igor) Your attention everyone! May I present to you the Master… Lord Finster the five hundred sixty eighth. -As Igor pointed at his master Finister would Finister speak out-(Finister 568) Ladies and Gentlemen of the Finister family. My brothers and sisters after years of hardships and determination have we finally achieved great grand fathers dream all his blue prints and diagrams and all the technology we have amassed and combined we achieved his dream and with this very hands I constructed the dream to reality now turn your attention to the window -As the party goes turned their attention to the windows would they notice a giant mechanical machine-(Finister 568) Great grand fathers dream will be a reality..with his very dream the mechanical clockwork Titan. The Finister family will eliminate the Fuyu no arashi clan once and for all!.-The party goers would scream in victory as they raised their fists into the air-(Finister 568) Great Grand father your dream of seeing the Finister Family succeed. Will finally be a reality!!!
Easter/April Fool’s Day Special – Death Club Live Role play
A New cold war.
“Shadow Dancing”
Players:
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar
Last time…
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like God himself had flipped the switch and all the lights and power returned to the compound. Wolf ripped off his night vision goggles, as the sirens sounded loudly. “FUCK!” There was nothing for it, and Ayalah had already got in behind the wheel of the Porsche. “I will leave you behind, you big Dope.”- she snarled, as she started the engine. Part of Ira wanted to kill Ayalah himself at this point, but he had almost completed the mission, and now, he had to chose. Tossing his goggles away in anger, he got into the car beside her, just in time, as she threw the car into reverse and floored it, the car’s tires screaming as the car rocketed out of the garage and then did a 180 degree spin, spewing out vast quantities of burning rubber fueled smoke. Laughing madly, she hit the accelerator and the car took off down the drive, past the numerous guns that were firing from the bushes. Pinging sounds heard against the outer metal of the car, as she headed for the gates and freedom. Ira tossed his head back into the head rest and grit his teeth. He hated himself more than ever, and wondered, if she would ever forgive him, if Lotus got out alive. :: Back in the compound, the sudden burst of light had Lotus come to a halt. “Oh no..” Time was not her friend. Out in the open now, she was a sitting duck. Madly she ran back into the room where they first came in and grabbed back up her bag that she had brought with her. Everything she needed to make an escape. Still wounded as she tried to place the bag on her back, she staggered for the balcony entrance, where she did a right turn, and started running for the cliff face of the compound gardens. It was the only way.
LadyBelz: Gia ducked into alcoves as guards ran about, searching for downed comrades or possibly the person or persons who had caused all the chaos. Still covered in black, she was unnoticeable as she began searching for Lotus. She came across the decapitated guards and spotted the trail of blood leading out onto the veranda walkway overlooking the cliffs. “Shit.” she whispered to herself, drawing her knife – a just in case measure. Stepping stealthily through the doors, she checked the area thoroughly. There was no sign of Lotus. Using the lights from inside the compound, she looked around for the trail of blood and spotted it heading away from where she was standing. Quickly she made for the gardens, hoping it wasn’t too late…
CharlotteCarrendar: Lotus’s heart was in her mouth, as she saw the Porche speeding out of the grounds, tearing away into the night. They had left her behind, to suffer the fate of whatever Yuri and his men had in store for the Japanese spy. Blood dripped from her wound as she staggered along the veranda, hearing the sound of crashing waves, coming from the end of the landing. The Wind whipped up, and mixed with the shouts of the remaining guards, and the ricochets of bullets being fired at the car speeding away, she knew she didn’t have too many options left. Her hair spilling out from her bun as she ran, like a black torrent down her back, the bag was now weighing her down. Fearing for her life, she dropped the bag on the ground so she had enough strength to make it to the cliff edge. She didn’t look back, even if it meant she would be shot from behind..
LadyBelz: Lotus had a good head start but didn’t know the compound as well as Gia did. Ignoring the guards that were occupied inside and out in front of the compound, she quickly followed the trail of blood, noticing the little droplets were getting larger and thicker the further she traveled. A sound made her glance up and she spotted her quarry as she tossed some bag away from her in order to not be bogged down. Her right arm seemed to be hanging listless at her side. Gia picked up the pace, gaining ground quickly behind the fleeing woman. “Lotus! Wait!” Gia took a chance and called out the young woman’s name. The alarm was still blaring so it was doubtful she was heard.
CharlotteCarrendar: Ten feet from the edge, the balcony of Roman columns were the only thing stopping people from toppling over the edge and plummeting into the sea. Down far below, the roar of the waves, as they crashed against the rocks was almost deafening. Lotus could no longer have feeling in her right arm, as her shoulder had been seriously damaged by the gun shot wound. Suddenly, there were footsteps, running. Someone was running after her. Flashes of memory flickered through her mind as she made the final few steps. Then a voice; “Lotus! Wait!” Someone called her code name. Blinking tears, she whipped her head back around, to see the outline of a woman, then getting closer she was dressed like that of the Crow. Terrified it was one of Yuri’s people, she cried out. “I jump!”
LadyBelz: “I jump!” Gia heard the woman’s breathless and panic-filled warning. She stopped a few feet away. “Lotus…I only want to help you. You have to trust me now. Can you do this?” Gia asked, slowly putting her knife away and holding out her hand. “You can not jump, not from this height. The rocks below will rip you to shreds. There is an easier way to be free from this place but you have to trust me.” Gia pleaded with the young woman, hand held out, almost in supplication.
CharlotteCarrendar: :- All Lotus’s life, she had been betrayed, by each single person she had ever loved. Even Ira left her to die. Why now, would a saviour come to her aid, just as she was staring death in the face. Her face showed the torture of years of abuse and neglect, and the trust was just not there. Eyes brimming with tears. She took a look back down at the tumultuous sea, that would ravage her body, and wash her away like the stain that she was. There was only one way…and she slowly took her katana off her back with her left hand, and sank to her knees. As the woman would watch on, most likely horrified by this, Lotus, with one hand, turned the blade, so the tip would face her stomach. She had no honour, she had no true family, for she could never call Uri or Ayalah that. Her head dropped, as she tried to force the blade through her chest with one hand, as her body sagged.
LadyBelz: Gia watched in horrified shock at what she was about to do, paralyzed. She could not let this happen. She had made a promise and she was not about to break it. “No!” she cried out, running full out toward the girl. When she was close enough, she kicked out, striking the hilt of the katana with the heel of her boot, praying that she was not too late.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The tip of the blade starts to penetrate her clothing, and then she feels the tear of skin, when all of a sudden, the woman who is watching the closing of the lotus, kicks the katana out of Lotus’s hand and it clatters to the ground, the tip of the blade coated in her blood. Lotus’s head wobbles slightly, then rises as she views the woman who screamed “No!” at her. Sirens blaring and the roar of the sound of a fleet of cars, meant one thing….they were coming back from the Ball. Shuddering, Lotus extended out a blooded hand to the woman and then collapsed upon the ground.
LadyBelz: Gia hears the screech of tires out front and could hear Yuri yelling “Vhat zee fuck ees zees bullsheet?” She turned back to Lotus just as the young woman lost the fight with consciousness. “Dammit.” she swore. She had much to do and precious little time to do it in. First things first, she grabbed up the katana and backtracked to the bag that had been tossed away and quickly hid them where no one would find them, beneath a cluster of rocks that made up the north wall of the garden. She grabbed up the unconscious woman, careful of her injuries and got her up over her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. She turned back the way they had come, knowing time was precious, but the library was the quickest route back to the servant’s quarters, where she knew she could keep Lotus safe from Yuri and his men. Checking that no one was about, she slipped silently into the library and took the left hall into the servant’s wing. One of the other servant girls, who had bravely kept a watch out, saw her coming with her cargo, eyes wide. “What happened?” she whispered. “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” Gia’s tone brooked no argument and the girl, eyes wide with fright, nodded vigorously, hurrying down the hall to wake a few of the other servants for the task ahead. Gia got to her room without incident and carefully placed Lotus on her own bed. She ducked into the bathroom for medical supplies and water. Setting the items on the side table, she quickly ripped off the black silk top Lotus had been wearing and tossed it across the room. The wound from the katana blade was superficial and didn’t require her immediate attention. It was the gunshot wound that worried her and needed the most work. Ripping the shade off of her lamp so that she’d have more light to work with, she took up a pair of tweezers and began to probe the wound, checking to see if the bullet had lodged itself inside. Not finding anything, she turned the woman onto her side to see the exit wound in the back. Nodding, she took up the peroxide and poured half the bottle into the wound, taking a chance that this would knock the woman back into the land of the living, or make her groan in pain but remain unconscious.
CharlotteCarrendar: As Lotus hit the ground, she closed her eyes for what she thought was the last time. Would this be the moment, when God finally decided to let her end her suffering? Dazzling lights like fireflies danced about her in this state of unconsciousness. The beat of her heart became the final drums that led to the next life. Everything in her life started to show in her mind’s eye, but going backwards, in rapid time, as she stared down the pathway to the light….she glanced down beside her to see her five year old self, who reached out and took her hand. The little girl was smiling at her, and pointing to the light. That way…that way…Just up ahead, her mother stepped out from behind a tree and gestured for her to come. Take the journey into the light. Boom..boom..boom..Boom….Boom…her heart was still beating. The little girl started to pull on Lotus’s hand, trying to get her to walk faster. A blazing red light appeared from the other side of the track, and she could then hear voices. Two women talking; “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” In Lotus’s mind, the light was starting to fade, as the little girl broke her hand away and ran towards her mother. Lotus finally stopped walking and looked back behind her. Boom…Boom…Boom…Boom…”Misako…….” There was a god awful pain, that had her cry out in the real world, as she opened her eyes to see Gia hovering over her.
LadyBelz: Lotus’s eyes snapped open and caught Gia’s gaze. Gia stared back at her. “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia whispered, returning to tending the gunshot would. It had stopped its furious bubbling and she used some water to wash away the blood. Grabbing up needle and thread, she began to stitch the wound closed, having done this many times for herself out in the field. Once the front wound was done, she again turned Lotus to her side to give the same treatment to the exit wound. She inspected her work, satisfied to see no oozing. She covered both with gauze and medical tape before wrapping her shoulder in a field bandage. She careful returned Lotus to her back and stood with a sigh. “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed. Yuri cannot find you here, he does not come to this wing of the house. Once you are well, I will get you out of here safely.” There was a light tap on the door and drawing her knife, she turned toward it. “Yes?” she whispered. “It is me.” came the voice of the servant girl. Gia pulled the door open slightly and peeked through the crack. “We have done as you asked, but He is in a right state. He shot the Captain for his failure and they have another prisoner, a man, with them.” the girl stated. “What of the other girl…Mia?” Gia asked. The girl shook her head. “Dammit.” Gia snapped. She had been hoping that Mia would have gotten away while they were out, but it looked to not be the case. “Thank you. Back to bed with you now. And remember, you saw nothing.” The girl nodded and headed back to her own room. Gia closed the door and locked it before turning back to the bed. Despite the pain, Lotus looked to be staring at Gia in curiosity.
CharlotteCarrendar: “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia continued to reassure Lotus, as she carried out cleansing the gunshot wound, which at this point was agonizing. With nothing to bite down on, Lotus grit her teeth, to stop herself from crying out further and giving away the fact she was there. Whilst the sewing of the wound was performed, Lotus stared at the woman, unsure of what to make of her. Surely she was risking everything just by helping her and hiding her in her room. Lotus still had no idea what to make of her, but she was in no position to argue. . “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed.” Lotus finally knew what this meant. She had been double crossed by her half sister, Ayalah. Ira obviously in on it, had led her here purely to be the decoy as he rescued Ayalah for her Father, Uri. The more she thought of the whole plan, the more she realized she meant nothing to no one. A knock at the door, and Lotus had been eased on her back. Laying there, she listened to the two women converse again about Yuri returning. He may well tear the place apart looking for Ayalah, but maybe this woman knew more of the compound than she had imagined. On the closing of the door, the young girl dismissed, it was just Lotus and Gia again. The two staring at each other. Lotus finally spoke. “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?”
LadyBelz: “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?” came the hushed question. How was one to answer that without giving too much away. “I work for…a friend. And I help you because I can. Do not ask any more. You need your rest. When it is safe to do so, I will bring you something to eat.” Gia turned away, pulling off her top to reveal the stained wife beater underneath…stained with the blood of the Lotus no doubt. She sat down in the chair across the room to pull off her boots before standing again to strip off her pants. Standing only in her shirt and a pair of plain black underwear, she crossed the room to collect the supplies she used. She gave Lotus a piercing look, one of some deep suffering she had yet to reveal before she shook her head and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The sounds of a shower starting made it to Lotus’s ears, but there was nothing beyond that. Who was Gia? And what was the look in her eyes for?
CharlotteCarrendar: – Told barely enough, Lotus had to stay quiet as instructed. Clearly the woman had been through an ordeal in the release of Ayalah, and now had the wounded Japanese girl in her room, that could well undermine her ability to do her job. Promised food, and assistance, Lotus simply nodded, but continued to watch her with wide eyed fascination. Following her movements, and she caught the look in her eyes. Haunting to say the least. It seemed that the pair, may well have something in common, but what? Only through sharing words, would they discover the truth behind the eyes. With the shower starting in the other room, and now Lotus was on her own, she turned over to stare at the wall, as in her mind, she plotted the destruction of the Viper and Uri…if she ever got out of this alive.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Charlotte hears the voice, coming like a strange echo throughout the stone hall, as the subtle slicing sound of her sword being drawn from its sheath is heard. Sebastian is muttering softly, standing in behind his Mistress, always hating moments like this, when the Lady Carrendar seemed to be under threat. (Sebastian)”But we just got in…can’t these people wait, like till you have at least had a chance to change?” Charlotte reaches for the hilt of her blade, curling her fingers around the woven leather handle, and then she suddenly looks up to the fireplace,and sure enough, high above the marble shelf is the painting, the same one from the Moose and Squirrel. The painting depicting Lorelei, dressed in battle armour and holding aloft the head of a King. Charlotte quickly looked down at herself again, with Lorelei’s footsteps getting closer. Closer. (LoreleiRose)”Don’t be a coward…show yourself, and I may give you a fighting chance.”- the clink of Lorelei’s steel boots on the stone floor growing nearer. Lorelei gripped her sword tightly, the tip of the blade pointed straight forward, her shadow now passing the pillar. But another step and suddenly the door flys open from the kitchens. Its Baldrick Fitzgibbon, and he is carrying a large silver tray, laden with sour dough, sweet meats, and a variety of cheeses. The view he gets is one that leaves him speehless. (Baldrick)”M’lady…when did you die your hair the colour of the Raven. Suits you….I was getting a bit tired of the red.”- Lorelei would suddenly yell out. (LoreleiRose)”SHOW YOURSELF!”- Sebastian stuck his head out from behind Lorelei and called out to Baldrick. (Sebastain)”What the devil, Balders, Lady Lore’s hair is red…and there is an assassin, do go back in the kitchen. Lady Carrendar will slay them.”- Charlotte’s jaw dropped, seeing Baldrick, and he looked bewildered as he then saw Lorelei coming around the pillar. With her eyes darting not sure what to do, she drew her sword out and spun out from behind the pillar, her black hair flying about her face as the two women faced each other. Lorelei raised her blade, and then with her right foot sliding forward she went into a diagonal slash as Charlotte brought her blade up to block the hit. Both blades would hit each other with a loud clang, as Baldrick dropped the tray of food, the cheeses rolling under the great meeting hall table. (Charlotte)”Mom?!” (LoreleiRose)”Who the hell are you?”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -Somewhere at the top of the ceilings, a man dressed in a black pants, leather shoes, a bit of leather armor kind of like a chest plate, a couple of metal gauntlets , a black hood, a toolbelt strapped around his waist with his many numerous tools, and a metal mask on his face. It seems like this strange fellow was investigating something on the ceilings that is the closest to the roof-(?) Ahh I see so thats how the last assassin got in… Really need to fix the roof it might be the rainy season-But then he heard some sort of noise coming from below him something about an oxen as the strange fellow scratched his head for awhile before putting his ear to the ground to hear what is going on when heard a lady shout out something along the lines of Don’t be a coward…show yourself, and I may give you a fighting chance. At that instant the strange fellow would remove some of the woodne boards of the ceiling before shouting down to where the voice came from-(?) No need to point any weapons! I am coming down peacefully. -As the man would then first tie a rope around his waist before tying the other end of the rope to the support beam as he would then jump down as his foot accidently grabbed his spare rope as he rappelled quickly down he would turn his head to the side to see his spare rope also falling down with him as he would say to himself-(?) Did I forget to tie the other end? -As he asked that question to himself the spare rope would fall faster than to the ground as he would suddenly come to screeching halt near the chandeliers as he dangled near it one could almost hear him saying to himself-(?) Thank the Gods, I remember to tie that rope. -Turning his best to turn away from the chandelier he would shout to those below-(?) Master craftsman at your service!…I was busy fixing the roof!….So again please don’t hurt me! I mean no harm!
CharlotteCarrendar: – The two Carrendar women would be locked, their blades up against the others, as Lorelei, being slightly taller than Charlotte would push the younger bebilith back with a loud grunt. Lorelei sneered at Charlotte as she swung at Charlotte a second time, aiming to strike at her mid section, only Charlotte would parry and counter the hit, sparks flying off their blades as Sebastian did a mad run arms flailing as he tried to get out of the way of the two women. Baldrick would grab hold of Sebastian’s collar with a hard jerking motion. (Baldrick)”Tis dark magic…why would the assassin look like Lady Carrendar? Its trickery…evil has befallen our lands.” Charlotte pushed off Lorelei’s blade and jumped back panting hard. (Charlotte)”Mom…its me, Charlotte.”- she said without thinking. Lorelei roared at her, starting to move in for her next attack. (LoreleiRose)”Spawn…dare not call me Mother, I have no daughters, you are but an assassin sent to trick and you will pay in blood!” Lorelei gripped both hands upon the hilt of her blade and went to do a full horizontal slice in the hopes to cut off Charlotte’s head. Charlotte ducked within seconds of the blade whizzing over the top of her head, just missing her. Clearly angered, Lorelei was about to bring the sword back on a retun pass, her waist twisted as Charlotte did a daring manouvre, with her free hand, the palm thrown back she fired a webbing gloob up towards Lorelei’s eyes and at the same time, leapt up from the ground, and blocked the sword strike, the combination of the two actions would have Lorelei fall back and be scrabbling with her free hand to remove the webbing clear from her eyes, as Charlotte spun and brought the point of the blade up to Lorelei’s throat. (Charlotte)”Mom…stop!”- Sebastian fainted at seeing this, the young assassin saying the name “Mom” over and over and now had the point of the blade at the Prime Minister of Lacardis’s throat. Then high above there was the sound of a voice calling out from the Chandlier- (?) Master craftsman at your service!…I was busy fixing the roof!….So again please don’t hurt me! I mean no harm! Baldrick ran up and looked to where the voice was coming from and yelled out. (Baldrick)”Impeccable timing, my good man…just…stay there, and no one will hurt you.” But now between Lorelei and the young Charlotte it was a standoff. Lorelei tore the webbing clear, and looked at the young woman, dressed in Lacardian armour, who now had her in a vunerable position. She sneered as the venom was building up in her mouth, and was getting ready to spit it into Charlotte’s face, a favoured trick of the bebilith. Charlotte knew it instantly and said. “Zhes swos zwes os ty, ofk uai rys es lerws xopn ef uail bopy, Tat.” (translation: – “Spit that shit at me, and you get it right back in your face, Mom.”)
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The so called master craftsman just dangled up there as he heard someone from below say Impeccable timing, my good man…just…stay there, and no one will hurt you. As he would whisper to himself- (?) Sure okay I could stay up here all day…-As he started to think how he got into this situation the first place ahh yeah now he remembers a favor for that old man who had a bad back. Eventhough he could have not accepted the job something about that old man made him want to do it…yeah thats all fine and what not but did you remember to buy some extra but new rope? The strange man would just to nod to himself before realizing something as he would turn his head to the rope that was now just on the ground as he said to himself-(?) Yes I bought rope its down there…with the two women fighting each other….yeah if this was any other situation I would be rooting for one of them…lets see hmm how we get down oh bingo -At that moment he would unlossen the rope around his chest as he would start to rock back and forward before letting the rope loosen itself enough for him to make that jump as he grabbed the chnadeliers as it rocked foward to the stone pillars he let go and grabbed the stone pillar as he would then use it as firemans pole as he slid down to the ground almost near Baldrick as the strange man would wipe the dirt from his clothes before regaining his footing as he stood up and stared straight at Baldrick as the strange man would just say to him-(?) So how you been and whats with the women fighting?
CharlotteCarrendar: – Baldrick would tilt his head watching the Master craftsman descend and land and the talk of rope being down on the ground here. The questions asked were simple enough, and Baldrick shrugged his shoulders. (Baldrick)”I have been well for the msot part and keeping the Lady Carrendar’s weapons clean is a chore, but one I do with pride. As for the women, one is the country’s Prime Minister, and the other…not terribly sure yet.” Charlotte’s words spoken in rhefugi were met with an annoyed stare. Lorelei swallowed the poison in her mouth, but the smile would not leave her face, for the sound of marching boots could be heard coming from the courtyard outside. Twelve of Arachnea’s finest, all in time and bearing swords, two with battle axes and they fell into line behind Charlotte, who still had the tip of her blade at Lorelei’s throat. The Commander of the guard would snarl and in an abusive tone say loudly- (Commander)”Lower your weapon, in the name of Lacardis, you are found to be guilty of trying to kill the Prime Minister.!” Lorelei would grip the tip of Charlotte’s weapon and move it away from her throat, thus removing the immediate danger. (LoreleiRose)”Silly silly girl. You didn’t think that I had back up? she made a tsk tsk sound as she sung out to Baldrick- “What is the punishment for trying to kill the leader of Lacardis?” Lorelei was now grinning broadly, as Baldrick came up and had a raised eyebrow, staring at the two of them. (Baldrick)”Err…M’lday? -he could see the similarities between the two, and there was something erriely familiar about the young assassin. Lorelei was losing patience fast. She gave Baldrick a sideways glance to hurry him up. (Lorelei)”Punishment is…..death.”- Baldrick was tapping his bottom lip, then pointing it at Charlotte, and then he repeated this looking at Lorelei. He was now sure something was up with this. (Baldrick)’She speaks the native tongue…..and…she knew you would spit at her, M’lady. Few know this. What if she is your daughter?”- his voice getting slightly higher. Lorelei was now getting very annoyed. She didn’t like being attacked in the hall, and no less someone sending a woman to try and kill her. (Lorelei)”BALDRICK…ENOUGH!”- Baldrick let out one more “but” and Lorelei turned on him. (Lorelei)”Who is the leader here?”- Baldrick grimmaced- (Baldrick)”Why you are, M’lady” She then got in his face. (Lorelei)”Right, so anyone who dares buts into my affairs, will go onto meet their god, very very quickly. *she snorts loudly*…you may bang your head on the floor until you are forgiven.”- Baldrick sighed and got down to his knees, and started to headbutt the floor, counting as he did so. Sebastian at this point would rouse from his state of unconciousness. Seeing Baldrick banging his head on the floor, and the guards apprehending the young assassin was a bit too much. (Sebastian)”Why is Baldrick banging his head on the floor? And who is she, gosh she looks like you, just her hair is the colour of Ravens.” Lorelei hissed at Sebastian loudly, she was growing tired of this fast. Charlotte then finally spoke up. (Charlotte)”I can prove who I am, if you would just listen.”- But it was falling on deaf ears, as Lorelei made a hand gesture to her guards, who would grab for Charlotte from behind, ready to cart her off to the dungeon far below.
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The so called master craftsman would watch as the tweleve guard would surround the girls and arrest the girl. The girl which oddly seemed similiar to the Prime minister but as he was about to voice out that thought would Baldrick instead do it for him as Baldrick asked that critical what if question would the Prime minister order to bang his head on the floor as to why she asked Baldrick to do this was somewhat a puzzle to the master craftsman as he would then just walk backwards for a moment before saying to those around-(?) Well it seems like you have your hands full so I am just going to go back to my work. -As he passed the strange girl who attack the prime minister he get an almost nagging feeling about this girl something that made him want to stare at this person as he stared at this black haired woman until his curiousity got the better of him rather than actually go back to his work he decided to follow the tweleve guards and maybe just maybe he could find out which of the many many dungeons they are actuakky taking her to. Something about her was odd something that he wanted to know what can most say? But his curiousity got the better of him as he hid in the shadows as he would try and follow this band of guards-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Charlotte would be grabbed and roughly by the arms by two burly guards, making Lorelei chuckle loudly. (LoreleiRose)”Only thing proved, my dear, is that you are a liar and a traitor…TAKE HER AWAY!”- Charlotte would start to be dragged off, her steel boots making a clatter, along the stone floor. Charlotte struggled with defiance, and Lorelei knelt down to Baldrick and tapped the back of his head. (LoreleiRose)”You can stop now, the problem has been solved and the next few months of so in our five star dungeon will ensure that the girl learns a lesson.” she nodded curtly and then spun on the heel of her boot, heading toward the bar for a refreshing drink of mead. Sebastian went to Baldrick’s side to aid him off the floor, his forehead a very dark shade of crimson and a few spots of blood. Baldrick got to standing, and leant upon Sebastian, watching Charlotte being dragged off. (Baldrick)”You will get a good trial, keep your chin up, young woman.”- :: Down the hall, Charlotte was being dragged towards the stairwell to the dungeons. Charlotte could see she was being followed by a man in a mask of metal, Why didn’t anyone believe her? She would be tossed heavy, like
a bag of potaoes into a dungeon, so small you could barely swing a cat. Charlotte ran to the door, only to have it close in her face. This wasn’t how it was meant to happen….why didn’t she believe me? Why why? She looked towards the shadows, hoping that whaever had entered late via the roof, would be able to better help and save the day. (Charlotte)”Come back…”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As the so called master craftmans saw where they took her he would leave the dungeons and started running back to workshop as he muttered to himself-(?) Those dungeons, piece of pie. -As he run past the moving carts, the crowds of market people buying and selling till eventually he would come back to the old mans workshop as the master craftsman would just throw a bag of coins at the old man as he retrieved a crowbar-(?) The jobs done old man. (Old man) The jobs done already? hey where are you going with that crowbar? Boy don’t go down those flithy tunnels. (?) Sure old man I ain’t going down -As the man in the mask left would the old man mutter to himself out loud-(Old man) I swear one of these days that boy would get me and the entire union in trouble -He raises his hands upward as he said to the sky- (Old man) May the Gods help us if that boy ever becomes the Grandmaster. -Now at the market street would the boy continue to pass and avoid the oncoming crowds of people buying goods from the usual foods to the clothes of strange fashions to even the jewelry until he ducked into a back alley way as he made his wa to a dead end that had a sewer tunnel as he stared left,right, back and upwards making sure no one was watching he would use the crow bar and pry up the manhole as he opened it he would get inside before closing the entrance behind him. As he climbed the metal bars down to the flithy smelly sewers as the masked man ran in the dirty smelly water. As he feet hit the smelly waters making that splish and splosh as he never seemed to find a dry footing always managing to hit the water as he said to himself-(?) Man if ever I get a chance to rebuild these sewers I would make it so no one would have to suffer this dirty mess. I would even give instructions on how to build it faster ha ha ha ha ha ha -A few more minutes of complaining and joking around in the sewers until he was underneath a certain tunnel before he attempted his climb of the various pipes and bricks until he had a good enough footing as he would tap the crowbar on the walls now this exact walls would be at the far side of the prison but exactly near the cell of Charlotte as he tapped the wall expecting a response of some sort now if anyone where to respond he would whisper to the wall and someone close to it should hear his voice-(?) Who are you?
CharlotteCarrendar:- Up in the main hall, Lorelei was quite pleased with herself, after watching the young woman being dragged away. Lorelei would be handed a tankard of mead from the bar, as she sashayed across the large auditorium grinning like the cat that had swallowed the budgie whole. Baldrick and Sebastian were deep in discussion about the young woman that had put up such a good fight. Their quiet chatter was not what Lorelei wanted to hear. She slammed down the tankard on the meeting hall table. (Lorelei)”Gentlemen….I think your all in a lather about the latest attack, and I can honestly say, that that imposter to a Carrendar namei is now nothing more than a number in our dungeon. In Lacardis we trust.” She sat herself down, landing hard and then bringin her boots up onto the table as another fresh tray of breads, and cheeses were placed near her boots. Baldrick couldn’t refrain from speaking. And so he broke the silence, coughing into a closed fist. (Baldrick)”M’lady….how rare is your kind now?”- it was an innocent question, but tied into the plight of this girl. Lorelei pouted and thought for a moment. (Lorelei)”Our numbers are indeed few on the surface, I can’t argue with that, tis part of the reason I have such trouble finding a mate. Eight legs is a bit much for some.” -Sebastian pipped up too. (Sebastian)”Lady Carrendar…that girl had the hallmarks of a spider demon, and to top it off, aside from the hair colour, she is identical to you. Don’t you think that is a bit odd?” He waited for her response as far below in the dungeon cells, Charlotte was in a heap on the floor in the middle of the tiny room. This was all turning into a nightmare, and now needed the genie and the guardian to help her return to Nemaues. Maybe this world, Lacardis Prime the folk there could so easily destroy it in one shocking move, to alter time itself. It was then she heard the tapping on the otherside of the brick wall of her cell. “Hello….can you hear me? I need ot get back to the meeting hall table, or I am stuck here. Help me” she begged.
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The masked man would shake his head before saying to the person behind the wall-(?) Not the answer I am looking for but it will do…. now stand back. This is going to hurt. -As he slowly backed away for a moment before throwing his crowbar at the stone wall as the crowbar flew and hit the it would then return back as he moved his metal mask just a bit for it to get hit by the crowbar as it went straight up towards the roof of the tunnels as it would get entangled by something as some chains would descend downwards as the masked man who was now bleeding would grab the chains as he would then pull it down as hard as he could before wrapping some of the chains on his arm as he tried again and again as the chains went down slowly and slowly it would cause the brick wall to part slowly by slowly until there was a visible gap on the wall that would also show the masked man standig on a few pipes as he stared to the dungeon occupantant a black haired lady that looked oddly like Lorelei Carrendar-(?) Umm you wouldn’t be so kind as to come into the sewers? Can’t really hold this for long so please move to it if you want out of this cell. -The masked man was bleeding and it was apparent and one of his arms was wrapped in chains as he waited patiently for her to enter the sewers if the strange looklike did as told he would let go of the chains and the wall would close shut-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The sound of the man on the otherside of the wall to Charlotte’s cell gave Charlotte hope that she would be getting out of the tiny cell, and when the man said to stand back cause this was going to hurt, she did just as he asked. The ping of the crowbar hitting the wall would be followed by the rat a tat tat sound of the chains being lowered and with some wound around his arm he was able to use this to somehow open a gap in the brickwork. She didn’t waste time, shimming through the small space only to make it to the otherside. She was so grateful, but then noticed that her savior was bleeding. “Are you okay?” she would enquire, as she would join him in the sewers. They were dank and smelt just awful. (Charlotte)”Our tunnels are a lot nicer than this.”-she said looking left and right, then at the masked man. (Charlotte)”I’m Char…and I am far from home.” -how did she tell this masked man of who she was