Race : Giant.
Gender: Male
Age : 32
Height : 8’7”
Hair : Ginger
Beard: Ginger – silver.
Moustache: Ginger.
Eyes : Brown-Green flecks
Personality: A gruff and ruthless warrior, he is known to have an eye for the ladies, and is very chatty after a tankard of ale…or two…maybe three.
Passions : Food and fighting.
Physical appearance: A mountain of a man, broad shouldered with large hands and feet. Wide neck; with a square jaw line. Rugged features, deep frown lines on forehead. Dark shadows under eyes. Missing one of his front teeth from a fight.
Skin : Dark olive.
Clothing: Kilts and tartan cloth. Leather hat, with studs. Woven leather sandals.
Previous Life. A Scottish Warrior from the highlands, Douglas was well known for his hunting skills as well as fighting. No man dared to want to know what lay beneath his kilt, we only know it’s not a pretty sight. A battle with the British ended tragically, with the warrior receiving what was to be a fatal sword strike to the chest…only to wake up and find himself in the Mansion.
While not knowing how he came to be in the Mansion, he soon turned his hand to becoming a Grounds keeper. He preferred the wide outdoors, since he kept knocking his head on the door ways of the Mansion, that were built for people of shorter stature.
| James "Honey Badger" McElroy | Age: 33 | Non-Modified Soldier |
| Wasp Squadron Commander |OPEN
RP Relation:
Captain McElroy aka “Honey Badger, because Honey Badger don’t give a shit, is Commander of the Wasp Squadron and it’s best Pilot. He has flown long and wilder than any other Pilot in the history of the Squadron. McElroy is alleged to have flown 3 inches of the ground for a fly-by rescue mission. He flew into a fight just barely off the ground so that Troops could jump in and be extracted without stopping in a combat zone. This is just one of the many stories of crazy flying that earned him the nickname of Honey Badger.
Character : James “Honey Badger” McEloy
Why do you want to play this character? : Love the actor, think he is perfect for the role as the Commander of the Wasp Squadron, and yes, another asshole. Something I am good at playing, it seems.
Audition:
The Wasp Squadron were gathered in the Echo base hanger, at 0800 hours, to be briefed on the latest installations in radar technology and new interceptive missiles that had been fitted to the new Wasps that had been sent in from outside Echo Base.
Two rows of chairs were all facing the outer doors of the hanger, as a leggy Officer, came trotting through, with the call sign “Cougar” Blonde hair that was pulled back tight in a bun, and a total desk jockey, that had been sent out to give the latest scientific analysis of the Wasps, to be relayed to the members of the Squadron.
Captain McElroy, or Honey Badger as he was known to his men, twirled his pen as he watched the official drop her folder file of papers, and they scattered across the floor of the hanger, much to her dismay and embarrassment. One of the higher ranking officers face palmed, as her bun came loose, when a blast of hot air, came from one of the landing Wasps, just a few hundred feet away. Now paper was going in all directions and the poor woman was bending over trying to pick up each stray piece, as the head officer reached to help, he accidentally touched her backside. Well, the leggy Officer stood bolt upright, ready to slap the General, when he raised both hands and tried to say he was innocent.
-Cough- “Bullshit!” –Cough-
Course the one to make the comment, was none other than Honey Badger, who had many of his squadron chuckling at the fail of a display by what were supposed to be the top brass of the Military Air division. Captain McElroy rose from his seat, and strutted through, picking up all the last of the papers, and then handed them to the officer, who was practically beetroot red from embarrassment. She stuttered nervously as she asked. “I thank you…err…Captain..?”
“They call me the Honey Badger, Ma’am, and might I say, the name Cougar sure applies to you.” He gave a firm nod, and then spun on his heel going to sit back down, his sunglasses hiding the delight behind his eyes, as she was struck dumb by his comment. Just when things were about to escalate, their Major, Eisenhour, marched in and shouted. “No time for drinks, gentleman, you have a hop to take. Go no lower than fourteen thousand feet. That goes double for you, Honey Badger.” He said with an accusing look, as Captain McElroy rose from his seat and grinned broadly. “I’ll do my job, Major…but er..you got a Cougar waiting for you, Sir.” The Major grumbled as the woman gasped, at the fact he knew she was having a romantic interlude with the Major. “Don’t worry, Cougar. I won’t tell his wife.” <3>
Roleplay Live : The Carrendar Dynasty : Trek to the Summit Merge/ Fjelding Mountains 2E Time line
Writers
TheGorya
CharlotteCarrendar
MrObserver
TheGorya: -Conan could smell not just Charlotte in the tunnels but something else. He could even tell if something was moving for once he could feel that he was being watched by something in the shadows. He looked at the wall as he saw the teeth marks. He didn’t know what could even do something like that. Even though there was a zombie in the camp right outside the tunnels his thought were that there might be more. He looked to Seven and Luna as he said.- “i think that we should move with caution since I am sure we are not the only one looking for your mother.” -he took another smell as he pointed straight forward down the tunnel as he said.- “Do you hear anything?” -he could not just smell but hear some strange noise but couldn’t make it out then it was gone in his perception of hearing. He walked forward down the tunnel knowing he was heading in the right direction as he started to gag at the different smells he was getting trying to stay focused on Charlotte.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Whirring of gears, the heavy pound of the spear like legs of the monster battle droid resonated throughout the tunnels, causing bits of rock to splinter from the rock walls, and fall down in small pieces. You could hear the tink tink, of the rock, making its mark on the massive metal armour plated thorax of the super spider, while the smaller micro version skuttled along the floor of the tunnel, beeping and chittering as it picked up on movement from further up. Whistles and clicks, then sounded back to its giant counterpart, who nodded its oversized head in agreement. This tunnel was not safe, by any standards. The large beam lights that flooded the cave, bathing it in artificial light, displayed the teeth marks that were all the way around the hollowed out tunnel. Luna tread carefully, trying to avoid tripping over the smaller rocks and debris left by the miners. There was a foul scent in the air, and Seven wrinkled up his nose, whilst Luna tried to cover her nose with her hand. “Pong…smells worse than Grandad Baldrick on the dunny.” Seven cried, blinking as his eyes started to water. Conan also pointed out something else; “Do you hear anything?” The twins stopped in their tracks, straining to hear the sound that Conan asked about. Seven shrugged and replied casually; “Sounds like..digging.” Luna had to agree and then she tugged on Conan’s arm lightly. “Do you think Zombie miners would still be working…or looking for victims?” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan listened and for sure it was picking but something wasn’t right as Luna asked so boldly a solid question to him “Do you think Zombie miners would still be working…or looking for victims?” he knew about zombies but working he thought to himself ‘is this kid for really? Easy Conan she is just a kid she wouldn’t know that they crave for flesh and brain.’ he smiled at her as he said in a comforting tone.- “don’t worry Luna they are brainless body’s I wont let them harm you or your brother….” -he shot a look at Seven with a glare to not do anything reckless or be a smart ass. At this point that’s the last thing Conan needed Seven doing something that could get himself killed. He knew that he was twelve but it didn’t matter he was old enough to know that he needs to pay attention and listen. Weather Seven even understood this was beside the point Conan wouldn’t give a chance to do something that could potential get them all killed. He turned his focus back to the tunnel as he spoke out to both of them.- “we need to keep moving we don’t know if this tunnel will hold and for how long is questionable. Let’s make haste but keep your eyes peeled.” -he continued down the tunnel trying to keep his sense of smell open. His aura sensing would do him no good in this place even so the dead have no aura other than a white complex. Which makes it hard to tell what is really dead and what is walking.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Unbeknownst to Conan and the children, they were heading into the mining operation of Jim, who had started these mines years ago, after a grant from Charlotte to start a new life on Nemaues. The heavy clink of picks striking rock, and the groan of the dead, that were still working the mine would be an errie sight to those that chanced upon them. Up to one hundred zombie miners were up ahead, dressed in torn clothing, and missing limbs, that were scattered around at their feet. The mine carts still operated, and the miners were loading the carts with a special rock, that glowed a bright green colour. Like crystals, but the smell it gave off was vile. Back at the point in the tunnel where our intrepid adventurers were, Conan was having to deal with a cheeky tomboy, who was giving his sister a bit of a fright with what lay ahead. “we need to keep moving we don’t know if this tunnel will hold and for how long is questionable. Let’s make haste but keep your eyes peeled.” Seven went crosseyed, and started to walk oddly, just to be a nuisance, but then tripped over a large piece of the crystallized rock. “Oomph!” he exclaimed, landing in the soft flooring of the tunnel. Luna knelt down and picked up the crystal, holding it in her hands, and offering it to Conan. “What is this? Is this an emerald?” She asked. It was the size of a man’s fist. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan heard Seven fall after trying to be a little shit he was. When he turned around looking to see what Luna was holding it was glowing green and the smell something he had never came in contact with before. He took the rock seeing it was as big as his hand as he heard Luna ask “What is this? Is this an emerald?” he looked at her as he said shaking his head.- “No, emerald doesn’t give off a smell like that.” -he took another good smell of it as he gagged placing his hand over his nose as he dropped about ready to vomit worse than he did in the city. As he shook his head violently trying to clear his mind as he sniffed. His eyes were watering from the burning vile smell that was coming from the rock. As he said. In a very deaf tone.- “yea, its not emerald something else. I am unsure what it is but it’s smells worse than dead body that’s been laying in the sun for three days” -he looked at Seven as he wondered if the boy hurt himself already.- “you alright there turbo?” -Looking at him laying on the floor.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Seven drew his face out of the dust and spat out a mouthful before uttering to the ever present Conan. “Oh sure…I love to go ass over tit in a spooky mine.” Sarcastic as ever. Seven scrambled to his feet, only to turn and see Luna handing Conan the large jade coloured crystal rock. “Oi! I found that first!” –he exclaimed, since he had tripped over it. But when Conan dropped the foul smelling rock on the ground, he wrinkled up his nose at the odour. “Poooh. Changed my mind…you can keep that sample. Poooie!”- Seven waved his hand in front of his nose dramatically. Dusting himself off Seven then had a thought. “Wait…if this is a smelly rock, then…something smelly must have made it..right?” Luna peeked past Seven, and could see a filtering of light coming from deeper in the tunnel. “Maybe..there are good miners that can tell us what this rock really is?” It was a thought, but still, they hadn’t found hide or hair of their mother yet, and she was still down there. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan saw Seven stick his nose up at the find of course the little tike needed a lesson like that. He smirked as he caught himself from vomiting again. He heard “Maybe..there are good miners that can tell us what this rock really is?” doubtful in his mind but of course there was a possibility there could be. He took another smell in the air but the rocks foul smell made it harder for him to track her. His nose was smelling at over thousand times more than a humans nose. He couldn’t shake it it wasn’t just the rock but the vile order of death that made it hard. It seemed this mine had its own dangers other than just foul rocks that had the stench that was barely describable a dead body was just a minor way of saying it. He nodded in agreement to press on as he said.- “well lets go find out shall we?” -he started to walk towards the light hopping that this wasn’t going to make his day any worse. Then again Seven already made that possible with his presense. It might do him some good for something else to make his day.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Deeper down the mine they wandered, stepping over bits of the jade green smelly rock that littered the floor, creating a carpet of sorts, only not the type you want to lay on. The light however, was not that of the one hundred or so zombie miners, but another creature all together. Off to the right, in a small hollowed out room, sat a black mole like creature, who had a large pair of googles on his forehead, beady black eyes peering down at a map on his ramshackle table. Like a small house, tucked away in the cave, he had it fitted out with antiquated furnishings, and very sparsely at that. Coloured bits of rock were on shelves, marked with scientific names and readings. Beakers burnt fluids and there were test tubes and Bunsen burners flaring a flame beneath bubbling beakers of green coloured fluid. All very strange, and he seemed to be unaffected by the smell. An old phonograph was playing a large vinyl record in the corner, the horn that looked like a large flower opened, released the tune, of an opera singer from a time long forgotten. A scientist…and down in the tunnels of Jim’s mine. Perhaps he had the answers.<3>
TheGorya: -Conan saw the giant room filled with zombie miners he creaked around the corner hopping not to be noticed. He signalled his hand to the twins to stop hopping Seven wouldn’t be arrogant and not listen as he saw the creature it was odd to see something like this. As well the zombies working as if they had a sense of direction. His mind was filled with questions the last time he encountered the undead they had no motor skills to work with very slow yet very stupid. He questioned this very world as if Arren placed him into another planet altogether. He watched the weird creature closely keeping an eye out for zombie miners that were coming by. He was nervous that he was even bringing kids around this. Then again all just to find a woman. Then again whatever was going on and whoever built this mine had good taste-
CharlotteCarrendar: The mole creature spotted the trio and their spider battle droids, and gasped. “Oh…no…What are you doing down here? If they see you…gah…come in…Quick before they get a whiff of you all.” The mole creature flailed, leaping off his stool and padding quickly to the door. “Inside…inside…hurry. Leave the big…walking tin opener outside. Hurry…get in!” The mole gestured with his hands that they got a move on, and once inside, he would close the door, and tell them of what they had wandered into. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: The mole creature spotted the trio and their spider battle droids, and gasped. “Oh…no…What are you doing down here? If they see you…gah…come in…Quick before they get a whiff of you all.” The mole creature flailed, leaping off his stool and padding quickly to the door. “Inside…inside…hurry. Leave the big…walking tin opener outside. Hurry…get in!” The mole gestured with his hands that they got a move on, and once inside, he would close the door, and tell them of what they had wandered into. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan rushed to the door as the creature rushed them of course his speed was nothing to get there as he made sure the children were in there knowing the spider droid would fine. Conan saw the kids safe as he turned to the mole as he said.- “Alright who are you? And what the hell is going on here?” -he was in fact a bit annoyed that things have been getting in his way since he arrived in this time. As he hopped the mole would have some answers.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Luna and Seven were quick to step into the mole creature’s small house, and his panic did nothing to allay their fears. When Conan was the last to enter, the mole creature poked his head outside, then flicked his nose up at the spider battle droid, before locking the door and placing his hand on it, while he panted heavily. Conan was full of questions, and the mole creature held up a furry paw; its claws extended, as he was giving a signal to give him a minute. “Alright who are you? And what the hell is going on here?” – The mole creature lowered his paw from the door, and then bowed his head in respect to the tall Conan. “Professor Claymore Aeon chanter. Chief geologist to the Gnoll King. I study the emerald crystals that you see all around my lab. Yes…been studying their affects and properties and trying to figure out why, it has affected the humans so badly. I take it you have run into some….undead miners out there?” The Professor’s glasses slid down his long black snout. <3>
TheGorya: -As Conan heard the mole speak he listened to what he would hear. “Professor Claymore Aeon chanter. Chief geologist to the Gnoll King. I study the emerald crystals that you see all around my lab. Yes…been studying their affects and properties and trying to figure out why, it has affected the humans so badly. I take it you have run into some….undead miners out there?” -he quickly questioned what was said to him many things ran through his mind as he asked a very important question as he was worried about the twins even Seven for that matter.- “alright then Professor since you are here studying these crystals. I have one major question does it affect more than just humans? As for your question yes we did….” -his mind had the questions of many things but mainly he needed to make sure that the crystals didn’t effect more than just humans for the sake of the kids. Even though he knew himself could be effected he knew that he could reverse it by other means if needed.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- The long whiskers of the mole Professor twitched at the question of the hulking Conan, who was deeply concerned about the crystal’s affects, especially since it was as plain as day that the crystals were the cause of the zombie like virus on the humans that worked the mine. Picking up a specimen, Professor Aeonchanter muttered under his breath, and then proceeded to explain to the trio, the mystery of the jade crystal. “The Gnoll king was the first to be concerned about this find. Many years ago, a crew from the surface started to mine down into the depths of Fjelding mountains, looking for precious metals, we assume. What happened though, is they lacked the understanding and awareness of just what resides down in the catacombs of the Mountain itself. You would have seen the teeth marks on the tunnel walls. They were not made by machines. No…they were made by the Ancient Wurms. Great rock eating wurms, that have lived within the earth for longer than has been recorded.” The mole Professor sat himself down on the tiny stool near his work bench and continued. “If you knew about the Wurms, you would be aware, that when they bore through the rock, they leave behind excrement, most foul. Green sludge….stinky. But, over the thousands of years, the sludge had seeped into the rock. Crystallizing with another foreign substance. AND it is this…that caused the dramas.” He held up the sparkling rock to the light. “The miners mistook it for a rare jewel. Little did they know what it was, and they all sought to be rich from their discovery. But…”- the mole’s face fell as he sighed softly. “Greed meant that fights broke out in the tunnels and mines. The miners all started to attack the other…and my belief is, the scent of the rock…contributed to the madness. The Gnoll King found out, after one of his scouts, alerted him to the killing frenzy going on up in the mine. And that gnoll…somehow became infected. Had to be locked in solitary…before…he too became an undead zombie…like the humans. This is why I am here. The Gnoll king wants answers, before it wipes out his kingdom. Here beneath the mountain.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan listened to the mole tell them about his finds and the theories that are brought up. The fact the Ancient wurms are the cause of this was different indeed he was no scientist but had his own thoughts of this knowing that this mole was studying it closely without being infected was something rather odd. He was a mole yet not affected by the stone. Conan looked at Luna and Seven as he looked back at the mole as he asked a direct question.- “so if the humans and your Gnoll king has been infected what is the possibility of it affecting beings such as demons and even Cherokee wolf? I mean if this can affect two beings in my own theory it is possible that it could affect a wide vast of others. Unless there are traits that could keep them from infections. Am I correct on this Professor?” -he knew his idea was a shot in the dark. Yet he was no mere warrior that only thought of fighting, in fact when he was helping Gorya family he learned a lot about science more or less he had a thing for it in fact knowing he things logic before he agrees to term about it. He knew enough to get by with. He waited to professors answer knowing that he might be wrong.-
CharlotteCarrendar: The Mole Professor sat down the emerald crystal on his work bench, slowly pulling on his long whiskers, as Conan asked his questions as to how the crystal’s would affect the demons, or say the children and a Cherokee wolf. The mole, then beckoned the children closer, and asked. “What is it you wish most for in this world, Children?” Luna was the first to answer, and it came from theheart. “Mum.” Seven nodded in agreement, for he truly did miss his mother terribly. “We want her back. Being stuck in the Spire for months without seeing her…just isn’t fair.” For once they truly acted like normally pre teens. At this, the mole smiled, and picked up the rock, showing it off to the children. “Do you think this crystal is the answer to your desires?” You could see the haze that surrounded it and that dreaded smell. Both children shook their heads, with Luna saying. “Its a stinky pretty rock. The only thing you can do with it is..trip over it.”- The mole had his answer, and then smiled up at Conan. “Now…it’s one thing, that they are demons. Yes….I know what these Children are. But more to the point, they do not seek wealth…nor are they greedy for the rocks. Don’t you think that is odd? The rock doesn’t affect them. Humans…ARE affected by the opportunity to make wealth. It’s my theory, that this in part…spurned the madness. But…I am still doing tests to prove this.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan’s theory was correct in a way. Yet incorrect at the same time as he pondered in hearing all this. He looked at the children for once he knew what they wanted. Their mother as he thought of what it was like to have a parent. A flash back of memories overwhelmed him for a moment as he came too. The thoughts of his past were not important. He thought a bit more on the theory that the professor had. As he spoke out in the thought.- “greed…. such a nasty and distasteful deadly sin. I guess it goes with the saying greed does kill those who seek. As does fame at times. Professor I do have one final question for you…” -he knew that the mole might in fact get confused about what he might ask.- “do you know of a way deeper into the mountain? You see we are looking for someone that we have tracked here. She is a female I don’t know anything else of what she might look like but I am sure that her children might be able to tell you more.” -he looked at Luna and Seven for answers they needed to Charlotte before too long. Conan still pondered that there is a chance that the crystals may in fact be linked to why she is here.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Further into the mountain, Fung Le, Shadow Wolf and Charlotte had gathered together, along with Fortuno the chef, after fighting off the Gnoll hoard. Valyn had taken off down another tunnel, in a bid to get the love sick Wurms to follow him. This left the four behind, and Fung Le pointed his staff, down the tunnel made by the most recent Wurm. “Our journey is a long one, my friends. But our perseverance, will lead us to our goal. Gather yourselves, we are moving on.” The Golden Dragon Master had spoken, and Charlotte sighed, adjusting her back pack, stepping over the slain bodies of the fallen Gnolls. They had been on the Trek for what seemed like months and no closer to reaching the Summit. The Shadow wolf padded along beside Charlotte, and then with his head bowed in reverence, he said. “You are the one known as Zhu. Legend has spoken of you, Spider. I know why you were chosen by Master Fung Le. It was written.” Charlotte wiped the sweat from her brow, and slipped her hand into her back pack, taking out a bandana and winding it around her head. It was red and black, marked with the symbol, of the Spider. “What I want more than anything is to finish this quest…and return to my children.” Fung Le up ahead, overheard Charlotte and chuckled softly. “What would you do, if they sought you out, Zhu?” Charlotte tightened her bandana with a fierce tug. “This is the last place I would expect them to be. The spire is the sanctuary.”- she picked up her pace and marched past Fung Le, huffing. The Shadow wolf bounded up to the side of Fung Le and glanced up at the wise Master. “Expect the unexpected?” The wolf asked, as Fung Le nodded. “Always…Master Shadow.” :: The Mole was perched on his stool, and teased his own whiskers, thinking of a way deeper into the mountain. “To avoid the zombie miners, I have a special tunnel. But..you have to hurry, they will be heading back to the surface soon. Last thing we need is to meet up with them.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan listened to the professor as he agreed to it. Knowing full well that they need to find Charlotte of course something started to hit him. As his heighten hearing started to pick up voices very faint but it was more the vibration of the voices. He couldn’t make anything out due to the rock but echoes of vibrations of sound could be heard with the ears of a wolf. Only know that following the professor would help them continue into mountain as he looked to Luna and Seven saying.- “well let’s get going”
MrObserver: Once again, Paradox was unaccompanied, inhibited, and observing the, gigantic being of thirteen feet tall and murdered out skin had situated himself beneath Charlotte and remained in a phased state. Paradox was silent, his entirety peering through the rough terrain upwards at her from a decent distance. “Oh, how the spider willingly rush forward, yet never truly understanding the divinity of her own self….” Completely focused upon her ears, Paradoxes words had fallen in whispers. Slowly, he’d rise upwards and halt mere inches from the open world. It was a joyous moment for Paradox, Hell, he’d just seen an alternate version of the beauty, even had a moment to dance with her. However, here… She was more alert and lethal, but nothing would stop his appearance before her. Though Charlotte had paced ahead of her group members with clear agitation and determination, Paradox knew he’d have to act quick. No sooner then he stopped; she was right overhead and in range. In a rush, the tactical-members that oh so loved to have their own way shot up and aimed to wrapped around her ankles. Paradox knew this would seem like an attack, but pulling her into an elevated plain would allow an efficient amount of time to speak with her. In the fifth dimension, time moved much faster, allowing things to accrue much more quickly than that of the plain Charlotte walked. What may seem like hours here, were only seconds within the elevated plains. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Mole Professor was caught off guard, that the group were to leave so quickly. He hurried around his little home, and locked up his windows, and turned off his burners, so there would be no fires taking hold in his absence. Placing on a miners helmet, and switching on the front light, he opened the door to his home, and escorted everyone back out into the tunnel, locking his door with a gold key. Placing the key in his pocket, he then turned back to the children and Conan and waved them forward. “This way…keep close, and on the second turn, take a right. It looks like rock, but in fact, it’s an illusion. One I set up to fool the miners. Heh. Come come. Bring that walking mechano set too.” The mole was very fast on his feet, taking off at speed, so the others would be well to chase after him, avoiding sharp bits of the jade crystals as they went. On reaching the second turn, the mole waved his hand again, then he simply walked into the rock, that shimmered, and popped to being a flat wall again, once he was through. Faith, was what they needed to follow. The children both looked to Conan, to see if they should go on following the mole. :: Charlotte was making a brisk pace, well ahead of her companions, now concerned about the talk that her children would be so bold to follow their mother on her quest. “Nah…they wouldn’t disobey me.” She said to herself, just as she felt something slither around her ankles. Cold and leathery, it seized her, and literally tore her from her place, taking her into the depth of the fifth dimension. Landing in what was like a dome of darkness, her jade eyes illuminated, straining to see where she had landed, and who had her by the ankles. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan looked at Luna and Seven as he nodded trying to get them to move it. He knew he could simple just shoot straight himself to the rock but wanted them to follow the mole first. Since they were squishy compare to him he could take care of himself. Even though Seven has gotten on his nerves he didn’t wish for the poor tike to die in a place like this. As he waited for them to follow he quick managed to keep himself hidden from the zombie minors only since he was using sound to make the kids footstep harder to hear. A talent that came in handy never the less. He knew the kids were going. As he followed behind them making sure that they were never heard by footsteps.-
MrObserver: Paradox had succeeded, dragging his target into the elevated plains and before him stood with illuminated jade eyes was… Charlotte. With his voice becoming like a whisper in the wind, Paradox ghosted around Charlotte. His voice ringing in one spot, and then another. “It’s a pleasure to meet you… Miss Spider. You may call me.. Dreadfinder… Paradox Dreadfinder.” Paradox finally made something of himself as he halted in front of her and drew himself out from the shadows more or less. He was tall, that much was obvious, just as his face was, blacked out. This must still be a sight for her though; Paradox had thought. “A thirteen foot tall being of an elevated plain before you, and all after being pulled into his own world?” Paradox had chuckled lightly, but it was a facetious chuckle. He strode forward with one foot crossing the other in a classy mocking demeanor, and his arms spreading out horizontally in a greeting gesture. “And welcome, Charlotte to the fifth dimension, or the elevated plains, but you may call your trek away from a trek.” Once again, that facetious chuckle rolled off and through his words, he’d directed towards her. Paradox knew to be on guard, but really didn’t fear her attacking him. “I wonder if she would like to dance…” Paradox had the thought cross his mind, but knew she wouldn’t be all game for that as of the moment. “Though I have pulled you away from your comrades, you have nothing to fear. They won’t know you are gone, dear. Here, we are gifted with time on –our- side, in comparison to the world you are use to walking in…” With his tone shifted to a more respectful tone, Paradox bowed gratefully towards her and rose up once more with his featureless face directed down towards her. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- From the dark tunnels of Fjelding mountains, to the fifth dimension in but the blink of an eye, Charlotte was not too pleased with her new surrounds. More time away from the Trek, meant the longer it took to right the balance. The owner of the voice; that so mocked her with his words, after his warm introduction; was faceless. No eyes, no mouth, no nose. How does one reason with a creature whose emotions are not written within the creases of his face. Charlotte by nature was always curious of the strange, the unusual. After all, she was not all she appeared to be on the surface either. “Paradox DreadFinder.” His name was bizarre, but did it mean that he was indeed a paradox himself? Thirteen feet in height, and towering over the demoness, was intimidating enough. “And welcome, Charlotte to the fifth dimension, or the elevated plains, but you may call your trek away from a trek.” Charlotte folded her arms in front of her, clearly rattled. “You are a very strange individual, but why take me from the quest. What importance am I to you?” Time it seemed was not the issue with Paradox, but it was clear, that he would not stop moving around her until he got what he wanted. Her jade eyes glowed, illuminating her alabaster skin. Never poke an angered spider…unless you are prepared for their bite. :: The twins joined hands, and together, they both walked through the illusion of the rock, coming out the other side in a large tunnel, that didn’t smell of the emerald crystals. The Mole looked back and waved them on. “Hurry..this way. Not far now.” The large Mechanical spider droid kept hesitating about going through the rock wall, till the micro spider chirped and dashed through, vanishing from sight. It was then the larger monster spider, made its move, lumbering through and disspearing into the new tunnel. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan appeared on the other side as he looked back amazed that this mole could do such a thing the very fact that he couldn’t tell it was an illusion was something altogether interesting to him. He turned to see the mole telling them to move behind him the battle droid followed Conan had an uneasy feeling but he could smell things something that was rather interesting. He could smell deeper into the tunnels as he was hot on Charlotte’s scent yet something else was stopping him from finding her. He could smell something else magic, different races of beings among other things he could tell off the top of his head he only thought since the scent was masked by something to follow the mole further knowing he would know the way. Seeing the twins holding hands. That was something he never thought would happen the fact that Seven and Luna were getting along without Seven trying to be dominating to his sister. As they followed the mole Conan started to feel there more here than just Charlotte a fight would most likely be on their hands before the end of this rescue.-
MrObserver: “Relax… Have a seat, dear..” Paradox knew all too well she was feeling worn out from the trek, so her being here would allow her the allotted time needed for a decent recovery. Paradox didn’t even have a chair to sit on, it just materialized as he bent his knees in action of following his own words. “You see, Char. Is it okay if I call you that? Char, here in the elevated, you’re granted… certain rights much further above the ones you have in the plain you walk in and perceive things in. Go on, take a seat.” His voice was courteous as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs and his chin on the interlaced fingers of his hands. “I just want to say, it’s a pleasure seeing your beautiful face again.” A slight chuckle granted his world with a mischievous subtlety as his expressionless face scanned hers. Paradox sat up and leaned against the back of his exiled throne, crossing his left legs over his right, and his arms over his chest. Though he’d just slipped and admitted to seeing her before, he wasn’t so keen on the idea of letting it be known as of this time… he was truly a paradox, but Paradox had an Idea she knew already. Thought faceless as he was, there was ways to tell his expressions. One needlessly look to his tactical-members, which had stopped weaving around in the around his body, and had interlaced into braids that lay on both sides of his throne. A sign Paradox was withholding some information, but nothing to important. “Char, you see.. I have pulled you away so that you may rest, and so that we could have a single dance maybe… Boy, how I love to waltz.” The chuckle had been replaced with a professional undertone, followed by a deep sigh.<E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- Professor AeonChanter had a heightened sense of smell, within the tunnels, and especially this tunnel, since there was no trace of the emerald crystals. Sniffing, he held up a paw, and then fidgeted nervously. “I..I..smell…a wolf” He stuttered, his whiskers twitching and the mole teetered back and forth on his two small feet. The Twins had caught him up and they too could smell something that was not the crystals. “What would a wolf be doing down here?” Luna asked. Seven didn’t need the answer, he was too excited. “It’s better than a zombie…come on.!” The young Carrendar sprinted down the tunnel, causing the Mole to panic and take off after him. Luna spun around and saw them dash off. “WAIT!” she cried, chasing after them, while the micro spider danced and scrurried off with a wild chorus of chitters and clicks. The large battle droid flashed its lasers down the tunnel, illuminating it,and started a low mechanical chorus to the young ones to stop, before it too thundered down the tunnel. Up the other end of the tunnel, Fung Le froze and then raised his bo staff, before slamming it down into the dirt. “ZHU!” he realised she was gone from this plane of existence, but the sound of the children coming, had him taken aback, not having seen this in his dreams. The Shadow wolf sniffed the oncoming scent and then look bewildered. “Smells like her…but not.” How right he was. :: Within the fifth dimension, Charlotte was pacing back and forth, as the man with no face was attempting humor in her presence. You see, Char. Is it okay if I call you that? Char, here in the elevated, you’re granted… certain rights much further above the ones you have in the plain you walk in and perceive things in. Go on, take a seat.” Charlotte didn’t feel like taking a seat, and she made it clear. “Standing suits me.” She stared him down as he sat in his throne, and she shook her head. “Why am I getting the strangest feeling of déjà vu?” She felt very much like she had met this being before, but didn’t know where. But the part that got her, was he asked to dance. A waltz. She rubbed her temple and then asked. “A single dance? That’s all?” Maybe this would be the way to get her out. Dance with the being and then he let her on her way. “Alright…one dance, then I got back on my quest.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan heard the professor say he smelled a wolf of course something was odd. A wolf he took another deep smell again smelling it as well as he quickly followed behind as he started to feel his spirit guide speak with him through the mind as it was Arren.’Conan your time as a Time ward is over go freely and make your own path. When you are finish and your life has ended you shall live again with your wife and child.’ Conan heard it as he growled not caring anymore about Arren’s wishes of all time he picked during the edge what would happen. He could feel the time seal on his chest vanish his full power restored to him. No longer bound by Arren he is free. Within this place he will finish his friend’s last wishes as he followed deeper into the tunnel sighing under his breath. Mumbling.- “Finally free….”
MrObserver: She had honored his request, what a pleasant surprise it was, and Paradox wasn’t going to let it go to waste either. He rose up from his throne and unbraided his tendrils so that they might curl up on his back to make things less…. Strange. Nothing was more entertaining that the waltz to him, well, for the most part. Paradox extended his right hand in suggestion for hers. His height would make it a challenge for her, so out of respect for the woman, his body decreased in size to roughly match hers. His skeletal hand still extended for hers, and his head slightly cocked to the left as a lowly drone emanated from his chest. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Time lines….two different worlds, that were once one torn asunder by the power of one. Now the daughter of Lore, was to dance the light fantastic with the Paradox himself, while in the other world, her children were to come face to face with Charlotte’s spiritual guide. The Golden Dragon Master; whose bo staff slammed into the floor of the tunnel, sending out a pulse like shock wave. This reverberated across the strains of time and space. Luna and Seven turned the corner, only to see and feel Fung Le’s power. The Shadow wolf crouched and there was no sign of Charlotte. At the same time, Charlotte was offering her hand to the Paradox, who if he took it would lead her on the same waltz as that that happened in the other spiral. Charlotte grew closer to the Paradox, as Charlotte’s children approached Fung Le, who gazed down on the pair, then touched each on the head gently, before raising his head to see Shadow. “Ancient one…you did well. He is pleased with your sacrifice. Honoured and now…you are free.”- The Shadow wolf rose, and then padded over to Conan, bowing his head in respect. “Great one…welcome to the Trek, will you continue with us, or return to your own kin?” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan felt the shock wave of power that surged through the tunnel as he closed his fist. As they turned the corner to see a man with a staff as a wolf approached him bowing in respect to him. “Great one…welcome to the Trek, will you continue with us, or return to your own kin?” he heard the voice as he was called great one returning to his kin? He smirked at the wolf as he said.- “My kin is no where other than in the afterlife. For that I have the choice to do what I wish I am not great I am myself. As for this I ask where is Charlotte?” -he was bold of course he could smell the wolf by far he didn’t know what was going on. He wondered what would happen as he stepped in front of the twins as a shield in case something was to happen as if his own body was moving on its own. His mind was telling him to stay back but his body was doing the opposite. As if he had a calling to protect even to himself he had no idea why he was doing it. But he was guarding the children maybe it was Luna or maybe that it was the fact she resembled his daughter as his heart felt the need to defend.-
MrObserver: Taking hold of her hand, Paradox sidestepped with foot over foot as to make a circular motion in the lead of the dance. Intently, he pulled her closer, his right hands fingers interlaced with hers, and his left arms extending around her waist; placing his hand on the small of her back. “An endless waltz is the basis of time, and sadly… though we have all the time we would will, time is strangely growing short…” Paradox had whispered as they rotated along the dimly lit area, around and around they went… Paradox speaking of her inner plight and how he had been watching over her.. Hoping Charlotte would not pull away, though he never mentioned the altered timeline, he could feel things pulling him back into it. With seconds remaining, Paradox leaned his featureless face and brushed the lower portion of his jaw against her cheek: a distraction to the mark we was leaving attempting to leave on the small of her back…the elevated mark of salvation. With a dreary tone lingering in his voice, paradox said his farewells. “Remember, there is much that resides in your, much you do not know of… I’ll be watching.” His worlds floated as he once again flickered a few times before rushing her back to the spot she, had been pulled from. “Hurry back to your group… a pleasant surprise awaits you… young Carrendar. ” The airflow in the tunnels whispered to her alone. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – The words and the dance were a whirl and then as quickly as it happened, with a small press to her back to mark her, Charlotte found herself standing back in the tunnel where she left off, only thing was, something big was blocking her path. A great big spider battle droid. “JACK?” Charlotte cried, and the oversized mechanical spider lowered its laser eyes down, scanning her form, before coming up with a green fleck of recognition. It chattered madly on seeing his old Mistress again. Charlotte’s voice also was heard by her children. “MUM!” Luna and Seven cried out, both running to her side, where she had a shocked expression, clutching her children. “Kids…how did you get here?”- so surprised they were there. The words of Paradox lingered in her mind however : “Hurry back to your group… a pleasant surprise awaits you… young Carrendar. ” Was this the surprise he spoke of? She kissed the tops of their heads, with their arms tight around her. Looking up, she saw a smiling Fung Le and the shadow wolf, along with a man, she didn’t recognise. Charlotte asked. “Did you bring my children to me?” she asked of Conan.<3>
TheGorya: -Conan saw Charlotte appear he couldn’t understand what was going on his mindset see the children call her “mum” he shot his eyes wide open as he stood there as he relaxed himself not sure what to say at the moment. Then again the moment was cut short as Charlotte asked him a direct question as he nodded to her.- “I did, however they wouldn’t have made it without me I am afraid. They planned on finding you by themselves before I stumbled upon them. My goal was to find you myself Charlotte. My name is Conan Silverfang a friend of a friend of yours. I have news to bring you however sadly my presence to you doesn’t come with much more news other than word of the Gorya.” -he knew she might not remember him or even know him. He felt that she might in fact attack him for even bringing her children into such a dangerous place. He had no choice either that or let them die. He didn’t know how to put out the next set of words as he didn’t wish to spoil her moment with her children. He just stood there waiting to see if she would want to hear of it now or later.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – With her children at her side, she approached Conan, eyes that were not filled with anger or rage, for she loved her children more than anything. Sure, this was a dangerous place, but anywhere in Nemaues now was, so this just felt right. Fung Le and the Shadow Wolf, kept their silence, watching the interaction between Conan and Charlotte. Conan presented himself, in a formal introduction, and then explained how it was he that brought the children down safely, due to the fact they would not have made it on their own. “I am grateful, Conan of Gorya. You have given me back my children, when I needed them by my side. You have shown care and understanding, and that is a tall order, especially with these two. Please…what word do you have from your world of Gorya?” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan looked at her and smiled a bit as she spoke to him. She was not upset with him of course she wouldn’t like the news he brings to her. He reached into his endless sack that was on his side as he pulled out a letter that looks older than her.. as he said.- “As the messenger of Shadow Eris Gorya upon his death he asked me to give this letter to the one known as C.C. To who it’s addressed to.” -he looked at her with sad eyes as he offered the letter with a wax seal on the opening. While he offered it to her he continued.- “I am sorry I font mean to be the person to give you news such as this.” -he looked at Luna and Seven as he nodded then looking down as if he was about to make their mother cry. He didn’t know the relationship between her and Shadow for his knowledge Charlotte might have loved him or him to her.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- News of Shadow’s passing hit Charlotte like a knife to the heart, and she nervously took the envelope from Conan, as her children watched on silently. So this was why Conan had to get the message to Charlotte directly. Respectfully, they let their mother go, as she left the group for a moment, and lent against the tunnel wall, slowly tearing open the wax seal. From within the envelope, she withdrew the final words of Shadow. Slowly, Charlotte started to slide down the wall and onto her buttocks, while her eyes welled with tears of sorrow. Her head bowed, as with shaking hands, she read the letter, her tears splattering upon the pages, discolouring the fine paper. Shadow wolf and Fung Le stood solemnly, as did the children, for to see Charlotte grieve for her dearest friend was a heart touching moment. Drawing up her right knee, her left hand fell and the letter landed softly in the dirt, while she lowered her head to her knee, shedding her tears in private. It was a day of joy, and sorrow….all rolled into one. <3>
MrObserver: -Unaccompanied, inhibited, and observing the, gigantic being of thirteen feet tall and murdered out skin had situated himself upon a throne of self exile. For some time now he’d being paying close attention to four being of a lower dimensional status… Well three to be more exact. There was one that had his interests, and as it was… He was curious to figure out the beings mannerisms and origins. There was something transmundane about the being he’d come to simple know as… “Captain.” It was devoid of word that this would be a surprise to the individuals which resides within the government buildings meeting room on Nemaues to meet an elevated dimensional being. Solely, he worry was not on how they would take his appearance, nor was it even the fact he’d be breaking their set laws of physics by jumping dimensions upon will… It was his right as an elevated plains being to wonder around in lower dimensions. He was no “God”, nor was he a “Devil”, No; he was just some ordinarily unnatural future visitor of Nemaues. Lashing on the edge of the thrones back support, crimson and ebony tactical-members which were the protrusion of his very being, had being playing gently as their owner leaned back, crossing his legs and arms. “Truly it’s devoid of saying, these lesser beings hold much potential… even here in the elevated plains, but I must be careful… All beings deserve the right to live… “This thought was just one of many based off the singular knowledge of his existence in a lesser plain could catastrophic if he left his nature unchecked. Gamma and sigma radiation would be released into the surrounding if he did relinquish his full form before them. “An altered state will have to be put into commission…” Silence he been shattered thanks to the myriad of souls he’d taken from other dimensions below and within the one he resided in. “Yes, well… I shall have to accommodate for their flaws and refrain from making a full appearance…Or figure out a method of being truly tangible before them. But to negate my own nature will take something much greater than I myself am capable of…” His words trailed off… Thought process kicking in, and then a theory of “captains” suite came into play. Was he wearing it to ward of such effects as those which were tied to him? Certainly not… Never had he heard, or seen a being of lesser dimension having to accommodate others in such away… To negate one’s own nature was an idea of equality he’d like to believe was the truth that this fellow named “captain” was playing on. “Either way…. It must be done… I’ll head there now in an altered form…” He’d whispered as he rose from his throne and his tactical members retreated into tightly wrapped coils upon his back. Silence was returned but only for mere moments before he lifted his left arm and narrowed his hand flat against something imperceivable…. A impede between dimensions. Though these being he wished to fist were forth dimensional, they resided in a third dimensional world. No matter, he’d just bypass the forth and step into the third. With a slight push of hand, the barrier seemed to just give way; fragmentized be the sheer will of its assailant. Light rushed around him, energy warped and time seemed to slow down rapidly as he materialized within the very room he’d be observing the 4 beings. Though he’d tuned himself down greatly, and was only partial there, he remained imperceivable as he stayed in an altered fifth dimensional from. Expressionless and silent beyond these beings perceptions; all sense were to low from the majority, be he theorized about “captains”, he must be something much more than meets these beings eyes. Silence was maintained through his strides as he came up behind the two females. “Charlotte” and “Taru” he though the names were as he came to a halt behind them, his attentions locked onto the fellow named “Captain”. Now, if his theory was correct, this being out of them all was more than able to see him… all that was needed now… was time.. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- Time and the essences of being, played havoc with the Captain, since he was not able to gain a good footing on this existence. No sooner had he passed favours off to those in the hallowed halls, all with the exception of a temperamental Taru, his form started to glimmer; sparkling in a radiance that was blinding to those present. Then with a loud pop, he simply vanished from view. Leaving only a dented chair in his wake. The dark swirling mists that had enveloped the dome roof of the meeting hall cleared, and once again peace was restored, at least for now. Charlotte planted her hands squarely upon her hips, seeing him up and vanish, not even a word to bid farewell or goodbye. “Bye then..” she uttered, frowning, before waving her hand across the spot where he stood. Baldrick was shuffling around in the new slippers, that were part of his favour, only to come out and see that the Queen had also “vanished” It was a day of comings and goings. Taru brought her boots up onto the table top of the adorned table, and took another bite from her apple. Casually, she twirled her wrist, and pointed the apple at Charlotte. “Bet he did that to Mother too.” Baldrick picked up on the quip and slapped down the alliance forms upon the table. “Typical. He always was big on the entrance,and then skulks off to god knows where. Probably fracking a chorus line.” None had yet to notice the being from the fifth dimension, for the only one that could have seen him, had left himself. <3>
MrObserver: Paradox had watched as the only being who could perceive his very existence…. Vanish. It with devoid of words the feeling that disappointment the being of the 5th felt, but Paradox knew he must atleast show something of himself. He leaned forward and whispered into the woman known as Charlottes… Smooth and clear, he sang. “ Tis a rather dreary day… when the being of sight fades away..” Quickly, he would pull back and shifted into position before her, but he’d stay in this imperceivable state. Though the very fabric of confusion was about to be unfurled… He’d have to stand by and observer as it happened.<e>
CharloteCarrendar: – The hair on the back of Charlotte’s neck tingled then raised, for a voice did whisper to her. A male, with a husky tone, spoke a riddle of words, and it was quite absurd, that one should creep up on her. Just as Captain and the Queen did vanish, so now another visitor. Taking a look over her shoulder, she realised that the spot behind her was vacant, and to look forward and then shrug her shoulders. “I am having the weirdest day…I think I need to lay down.” Charlotte then poked her finger in her ear, wiggling it- ❤
MaylionCarrendar: – She rather wished she had made something different out of her life than simply delivering envelopes with the nation’s important stuff and secret information. The word ‘’secret’’ rolled through her mind a couple of times and made her face turn into a derp one. The poop-brown colored envelop was resting in her hand as she walked through the streets on her way to the main hall. Stretching and yawning she pulled her arms upwards while waving the envelope around, secretly hoping some jerk was going to steal it, and give her a chance to kick some serious butt.. While enjoying the glorious day and ready to snap some children’s necks who were out on the playground on her right screaming, and yelling, and playing she looked up to the building that would be named the hall. THE hall. Her old-fashioned dress waved along with the wind while she neared the steps to the main hall. Like always two guards were standing at the front door holding guard and letting nobody in who wasn’t welcome there. She flashed her awesome card while passing the guards with an annoyed face. They knew her, oh yes they did. Last time they refused to let her enter she killed a guard. Maylion was one of those females who hated nearly everything and loved almost nothing.. Except for cigarettes and slaughtering, and even though she looked like a normal female with no special features or awesome gear and weapons.. she could keep herself standing in most situations.. even though secretly she wished to pee her pants. Marching into the hall and throwing both doors open she would see Charlotte at first. Then her eyes would meet Baldricks, and Taru’s and Antilles who she hasn’t met before . (Maylion) ‘’ Mail man is hereeeeee ‘’ She waved the brown poop envelope in the air and made her way over to the prime minister while with a fake smile waving at everyone. Her black short hair lingering behind her, and her fake smile turning into a real one slowly but surely. –
MrObserver: -Though Charlotte had heard his whisper, it was obviously not enough. “I am having the weirdest day…I think I need to lay down.”…… This wasn’t going to suit Paradox, No not at all. Without a single thought left, Paradox flickered into perceptions, but only for a few seconds before fading out. Within the time allotted, Paradox relayed a ominous message… “I have been watching… Beyond time and space I deem this an end…” A precursor to something much more hideous rode along with the whispering voice that would linger. Once again, in his unperceivable state, he still held the ability to make tangible motions in this lesser plain. A single tendril shot out and caressed Charlotte before reciprocating though, it had left a letter which read. “My warning to you all… When I make my true appearance, please ensure your world’s creator is as your side. Intently, Paradox.” As he pulled away back into the elevated plains, he left with an engraving marking his position that sat four feet in front of Charlotte. Just as a reminder of what was to come.<E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Taru swung her boots down off the ancient meeting hall table, causing them to land with a dull thud upon the marble flooring. The elder of the Carrendar sisters stared at her apple core a moment, then tossed it over her shoulder, making a perfect mark into a tidy bin, which was picked up by one of the staffers nearby. Hearing Charlotte say she was having a weird day, caused Taru to chuckle loudly. “When AREN’T you having a weird day? Especially around here.” Taru rose to standing, her long cloak draping across the floor. Ever since the Gladiator matches and her return, the older Carrendar sibling seemed disturbed. Her mood swings were getting more intense, and there was always a dark aura that surrounded her, when she showed flashes of anger. Charlotte was about to come up with a witty retort, when she felt something strange against her face, like her cheek was being caressed by a tendril. The voice that haunted her earlier returned, only this time with an ominous warning. . “My warning to you all… When I make my true appearance, please ensure your world’s creator is as your side. Intently, Paradox.” Charlotte shuddered and stuttered, as Baldrick looked at her oddly. This also had Captain Antilles concerned. Charlotte seemed to be losing colour in her face. Then right on cue. (Maylion) ‘’ Mail man is hereeeeee ‘’ yes, Maylion had returned, and had an envelope in a strange shade of beige. Charlotte blinked for a moment, and then held out her hand for the envelope. “Defence cutting back on the cost of decent envelopes?” she enquired. Having not seen Maylion for some time. “Welcome back to Lorewall.” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – As if she was hit by a truck in her face, she could feel a dark atmosphere.. a sinister feeling was vibrating in her body. A tingly feeling was felt in her cheeks which made her nice smile turn into a small grin. There was something going on in the hall.. yet another thing that could go wrong.. yet another scene to hit.. She could smell it. But for a second Maylion hesitated to step closer. “Defense cutting back on the cost of decent envelopes?” she enquired. Having not seen Maylion for some time. “Welcome back to Lorewall.” Maylion let her eye drop on the hand which was waiting for the envelope, but Maylion wouldn’t step closer and hand it to her. (Maylion) ‘’ It has the Nemaeus emblem on it.. i quite like it. But I think this envelope doesn’t contain anything that important since it was handed to me.. What’s more important.. ‘’ Maylion then gave a small nod to the engraving four feet away from the prime minister. Even though Maylion didn’t know what happened, or what was causing the dramatic feeling to the Hall.. she could feel it was something big and disturbing. The question now was.. what or who caused it? (Maylion) ‘’ Is someone having her period? ‘’ A faint laugh escaped her throat while deciding to proceed to hand over the envelope. (Maylion) ‘’ I’m glad to be back.. ‘’
-MrObserver: Hesitation had kicked in, and Paradox was not going to leave so easily. Though we was fading back into the elevated dimension, Paradox halted the process and returned back to his original position taken up before the woman who’s cheek he’d so carefully caressed. His footing, though unperceived, have covered the engraving in the floor and replaced it with an untouched look. Though Paradox wished to step into this Dimension fully, he’d have to make due with a true altered form. Paradox stood, whispering and cursing his curious nature. He would know the implications of them seeing him too soon, but it was something he willed to do. Hesitating no longer, the thirteen foot, ebony skinned being lowered himself into the lesser beings perceptions, ignoring all laws of this worlds physics, bypassed all logical dictation of a manifestation and shattered the glass like barrier around him. Though, he was more like a projection than anything else… Paradox could still tangibly make his presence known. Still though, he whispered… “With the departure of the creator… The destroyer shall go unchecked…” A light chuckle reverberated in these words. Mischievous in nature, and even more so destructive, Paradox had somehow… pulled a paradox on himself. Not walls of radiation being emanated, nor any decay following his appearance. Finely dressed, top hat decorated with the femurs of past victims… Valued victims and skulls of the same said victim adorned his shoulders and chest. The ebony and crimson tactical-limbs lashed about around his being; hoping to get a taste of a gorgeous “treat”. Silence was most becoming of him, for he had already said his peace and planed upon stand beside the words… Just not in the instants… Featureless, Paradoxes face was, completely devoid of expression as a single tactical-limp tipped his top had. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – ‘’ Is someone having her period? ‘ Maylion asked, holding onto the officially stamped envelope in the dodgy shade of beige. Taru was leaning now on the back of an ornate timber chair, and with her arms resting across the top, her chin just sitting on her forearms; she eyed Maylion and was more than delighted to answer. “She might well be.” Charlotte turned and gave Taru a dirty look, to which Taru simply blew her a kiss, and went on back to skulking; hovering around, while the air seemed to be filled with dread. “Oh…something wicked this way comes.” Taru whispered, perhaps having heightened perceptions to what was going on around her. Charlotte was still hearing things, and bit her bottom lip, eyes darting around the room. She knew the tales of the ancient halls history, and how there were talks one day of dancing tea cups, but this voice seemed persistent; like he wanted very much to leave Charlotte with a warning. A very serious warning. Then that voice whispered again; hollow and devoid of emotion. “With the departure of the creator… The destroyer shall go unchecked…” This definitely got Charlotte’s attention. “The who?’ she asked. “Who de who?” Taru followed up, smirking. But it was Captain Antilles who saw the appearance of Paradox first and he promptly fainted on the floor. ~k-thud!~ Baldrick hurried over and then recognised Maylion. “You…well…if it isn’t…you.” Charlotte was spell bound by the featureless Paradox, and pointed at him, wondering if everyone else saw him too. “Uhm..okay…who..or what is that?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Maylion scratched her cheek while watching how Charlotte was acting like a confused female having her period and craving for chocolate. ( Charlotte ) : ‘’ The who? ‘’ “’ Who de who? ‘’ — (Maylion) ‘’ Who the what the who? ‘’ As Maylion handed over the envelope she scratched her cheek.. Too much blood loss? .. Do you need to eat? Is your sugar low?! Are you alright? And when she heard something going on behind her.. dear being fainting on the floor and Baldrick rushing over to the rescue!, she was recognized by him (Baldrick) ‘’ “You…well…if it isn’t…you.” As Charlotte was pointing to the ‘’ Thing ‘’ that had her attention captured she had her eyes on Baldrick. While grinning softly and scratching the back of her head while still holding on to the envelope which was now also located in Charlotte her free hand she stared at him. (Maylion) ‘’ Oh you.. are you still alive? … What a surprise. How are the balls hanging. ? ‘’ But there was something stinging in her neck.. She turned her head around but once she saw the being she didn’t turned the rest of her body.. (Maylion) ‘’ There it is.. and I thought Charlotte was on her period.. ‘’
MrObserver: Clearly nothing was really impeding his advance onto the female and this please Paradox greatly. With a step forward, paradox extended his right hand and took that of Charlottes, leaned forward and pressed his none existent lips upon the back of it. “Tis a pleasure to meet such a divine beauty as yourself…” Mocking as his tone was, it carried the reverberation of truth within its tones. Rising straight and standing tall once more, Paradox gave a slight chuckle as he rotated on the balls of shoes. What a sight it was indeed… The one known as, Taru… Nothing really impressive about her…. Energy signature was average at best… Baldrick.. Pfft, yet another being whom was equally unimpressive as Taru, and then Maylion… the bitch was standing inside him… “What in the blood soaked protestant hell is this? Beetle juice now? Get out of me, you wench.. “His tone was less than mocking this time round.. Hostile and displeased, he took action and strode through Charlotte, only to have a single tactical-limb wrap around her the gorgeous female’s waist, pulling her along into a clear part of the hall.. “Care for a dance?” His cheery tone had returned as he turned to face her… <E>
ThrarSanguine: *Within the distance an M.D.U (Mobile deployment unit) thunderously made it’s way towards the building, the colour being an oxide black with two 50 caliber turrets atop, a thick blue laser beaming it’s way to the targeted areas aimed at. The 8 wheeled beast made it’s way with ease, the destructive sound causing the very plates of the surface to suffer it’s solomn destructive movement. It was clear this thing was bomb proof to a certain degree, the unit was clearly made for protection purposes. Slowly it pulled up to the meeting hall, the engine roaring it’s thunderous caw, white cooling steam leaving the breaks as it halts further movement. Without a moment to lose, the vault like doors at the back of the Chimera would smoothly open, the sound of mechanics playing it’s part heavily sung through the air, shunting and unlocking like a triple layerd vault of the sort. White steam would thickly leave the idle sector of the tank. A figure could be seen, he was tall, very tall, baring at 6ft8 with broadness of a bear. As the cooling steam cleared, the entity was fully featured, his exo-skeletal armour proving thick, defensive yet, abeling it’s host with unjustified agility and physical consistancy, whilst giving it a remarkable amount of defence. His face was utterly concealed by his HUD visor, granting him cracked and hacked information access upon locking, as well as heavy information streaming on threats and distance. It was clear this male was a man of great athletic capabilities, his beloved sniper was a behemoth of a rifle known as the A.M.C (Anti-Material-Cannon) a weapon well known for the assasinations of many demon lives as well as Humans, the results being at such a level of destructive, able to even play work in the de construction side of warfare, taking out heavy bomber planes such as “The Black Bird”. Slowly he strolled off the retractable ramp, embedding atop the surface. The ghost specialist made his way to the entrance, encountering two guards at the gates. Rex set his sight to the guards, looking down at them from his rather towering height.* “I arrive here for personal business…” *He stated clearly, before the guard could bark his customary speech of “State your business”* “Busines being a meging of services…” *He spoke again. His voice was deep and granite, however smooth and cold, yet spoken in such a formal English dialect, it could be told this man was no war junky, but a proffesional. Rex held his arms by his side as he awaited the guards verdict.*
CharlotteCarrendar:- While Charlotte appeared to be apprehensive about this creature, that had no facial features to speak of, he was not without voice. The haunting whispers that had engaged her prior to his “arrival” continued, as he spoke with a tone was mocking at best. Seizing her hand within his and bringing it to the lower part of his face, to press his flesh to hers. Taru was intrigued by this behaviour. For one, he was not a local, or anything like the heavily armoured Captain who had arrived only half an hour earlier. This one on the other hand, amused her with his eccentric behaviour, and she mused to herself what he may be up too. Baldrick was also finding himself torn between meeting up again with Maylion, whom he had known back in Nixagris. Not shy by any means, she gave as good as she got. “I still have them, if that is what you imply. Hanging, yes. And proud of em.” He did a bit of a knee bend, adjusting himself, before returning to full height. Captain Antilles finally roused upon the floor, and then scrambled to his feet, as the strange visitor, lassoed Charlotte, and with his tendril around her waist, dragged her out to an open area of the hall, where he sought to dance with her. “Care for a dance?” He asked, with something of a slight tilt to the head. Caught up in his tendril, it seemed impolite to say no. “Only if you lead.” She replied, assuming the position of a lady, hands held and her free hand resting upon his shoulder. :: Out at the main doors, that were the entrance to the meeting hall, the two guards studied the mountainous man that had arrived in a modern day troop carrier type vehicle. His demeanour and announcement came as a bit of a surprise, and with all the dramas of late, they were in two minds of letting him in. However, Taru was on the ball, and she sported a grin, leaving Charlotte to her dancing companion, to go see who was calling at this time of day. Taru’s winter white tresses bounced off the shoulders of her black cloak, as she approached the strapping behemoth of a man; who was clearly armed to the eye teeth. She used her right hand to usher the guards aside, and then glanced up at the man from under a veil of her white hair. “You’re not the Avon lady, she normally carries a bag of cosmetics. Nice armour…and is that an A.M.C?” Black eyes cast down at the weapon, then her chin raised and her eyes stared at his visor. “This certainly has been a day for the unexpected dropping in. Enter…the meeting hall is in the centre of the auditorium.” From one of the inner balconies, a pair of red eyes cast down at the goings on of the hall, and with a shock of platinum blonde hair, and a mechanical whirring sound, the female retreated to the darkness of the shadows. Clearly, not one of the officials knew that she was there. Planted by the Fuyu no arashi, M.E.R.C.Y was on assignment. Operation : Termination. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – The first thing Maylion did when the voice was direct at her was to look up and aim her eyes at the crotch above her. As the 13 Feet paradox made his way over to Charlotte Maylion her mouth pulled into a grin. (Maylion) ‘’ Wench? .. I can’t see any leak- troughs in your pants, but I’m sure as hell you’re bleeding between your legs. You have appeared in this position, I already stood here.. ‘’ Waving her hand back and forth out of dislike for this being she finally released the envelope and walked away from the creatures. Irritation made her grind her teeth.. If he wasn’t 13 feet tall and had no facial expression and didn’t asked the prime minister to dance she would have sure as hell introduced herself properly with a boltgun pointed at him.. But she kept back. She didn’t release her new irritation on Baldrick even though his comment was easy to mock with. Instead she behaved like she always had behaved in the Hall.. she jumped and turned her body around and eventually flopped her ass down on the windowsill while watching the couple would dance together. Such an odd face.. If they were going to make out and have sex .. She promised herself she would jump out of the window to avoid being traumatized. (Maylion) ‘’ you know what they say about big men.. They have very large.. ‘’ as she rubbed her index finger under her nose she observed the Male on his period and the prime minister. Was dancing a legit way to enter the hall without properly introducing? –
MrObserver: She’d agreed to the forceful dance… Yet again, Paradox was more than pleased, but strapped for time. He assumed the stance, hand sliding to the small of her back, and one interlacing its fingers with hers. “A waltz would be grand, don’t you think?” He left off with his left foot first, and slowly they began to “twirl” (For lack of better words.”) Charlotte, I have been watching… you hold something further in your being than you can comprehend… Without that, my words would have fallen upon deaf ears…” From mocking, to disgusted, to cheerful…and finally to serious and professional, Paradox’s tuned down though as only for her to hear his words. Gently he pulled her close and titled her back, leaning over her and puller her back up… “The waltz is classy, but what is class without a little… Mischievous twist?” Never the less, he was not completely before her, and Paradox did not agree with the idea of pleasantries such as this without being completely tangible. Yet, he maintain his demeanour, and tone. Speaking of trivial matters and tad articles about his origins. Yes, Paradox was the complete opposite of Captain… As Captain was much like God, Paradox was much like Lucifer. Where there was peace, chaos would inevitably follow. He’d left the warning in attempt of preserving the future, but he alone was not allowed to directly intervene in the hands of time, nothing would keep Paradox from doing his best to do so though… As the dance carried on, Paradox began to flicker in an out of this lesser plain and back into his. With on last rotation, the featureless, elevated plains walker pressed the lower extremities of his face against her cheek and vanished… leaving her alone. “May our past provide use lessons for the future… a brighter future?” The chuckle of his lingered alone in her hears for moments… only to fade into a malevolent lowly drone… Maybe she would notice it… tiny as it was… he’d attempted to place a mark of elevated salvation on the small of her back…. Too late to find out now… He was returning home.. <E>
ThrarSanguine: *Rex set his sights upon the female that approached him.* “4th Edition..” *He smoothly cawed to her, saying nothing more on his weapon, his HUD already picking up the mechnical pick ups of her frequencies and communication transimitions. Rex tilted his head slightly saying nothing more as he slowly began strolling through the grand halls. His was time keeping, yet strideful, the black mound of fur upon his shoulders would gently sway against the heavy gust of breeze that entered with this warrior of ghostal warfare. His armoured boots would gently thud against the cold flooring, each step; swaying his broad shoulders side to side slowly. Slowly he halted as he grew closer to the centre of the room, scanning and taking in any threats and weaponry, including reports on structural support of the inferstructure incase, in the caution of ambush and trickery atleast he would know how to send his chances to bringing this place to the ground if all turns sour. In a moment of seconds his HUD outwork “shadow” communications link to his third set of eyes, linking to a D.U Bird (Devestational Unit), a flight operated drone which resides in the very first layer of the atmosphere of the skies, scraping the very essence of space itself, making it undetetacble to the naked eye and certain UAV detection arrays, due to it’s outter reflective cloaking and Ghost com interface, making it’s frequenceys umatchable and too specificly organised for any jamming or cracking to take place. The sly weapon began locking onto his position, assuring the assasains revenge or defence. As the HUD retreived the signal, Rex carried on strolling his way through the halls slowly, soon arriving to the centre, nearing to a council table. His sights set upon the residence single handedly, then to the demoness and the demon kin, dancing amongst themselves. Rex gave an errie exhale, his HUD picking up the twisted magicry that the male began to brew, as he danced. Rex said nothing, silent as death itself, he watched, spectating those infront. *
CharlotteCarrendar:- The pressure of his hand upon her back, drew her closer to his form. Much taller than she was, Charlotte was forced to look up, yet there were no eyes upon which to lock a gaze with. Mysterious and yet at the same time oddly alluring, she matched him step for dance in this timeless waltz. “A waltz would be grand, don’t you think?” he said, his voice projecting great powers not of this world. The being spoke of keeping Charlotte under close watch, and that he knew of what secret she held deep within her being that could unlock the key to prevent the coming dangers her nation faced. They danced as though they had spent their lifetime practising, turning it into more than a dance but an art form. Twirling round, and all the while, his hand furthered its pressure upon the small of her back. Riddles, and giggles, then another turn, and his image flickered much like a bad television reception or hologram. The last rotation would see him finally lose his grip on the third dimension, fading out, with his words still in her head. Alone in the centre of the room, she hesitated to lower her arms, and turned back to see the others had been watching. “I didn’t just imagine that…did I?” She asked of Maylion and Taru. But she then felt something on the base of her back, and she reached around with slender hands; fingers touching what was now embedded. “I’ve got something on my back.” Baldrick was now seated, and rubbing his temple. The shock of those that blip in and out was getting too much. “Why can’t people use the bloody door?” Course, someone had used the door, and breezed past Taru, with only mentioning the fact the A.M.C was a “4th Edition..” in his words. Taru smirked and then wandered out the doors, to get some fresh air, leaving those within to their fate. The white haired bebilith had more pressing matters. Back in the hall’s inner sanctum, Charlotte had finished the dance, and was now making her way back to the table, when the armoured giant strolled silently into the vicinity of the hall table. A crease of her brow, for she did not recognise his armoured suit before, she brought her curled fist up to her lips and surpressed a cough, that may well garner his attention. “Normally one is checked for weapons at the door, I see you managed to get passed that. Now I am curious as to why, you have entered the Parliamentary wing armed? Or…is this customary from where you are from?” She had right to ask, as it was not standard protocol in most government offices. <3>
LoreleiRoseCarrrendar: – Clearly pleased that her young son, Heksen had fallen asleep inside the body of the wild boar, she then stepped outside a moment, to deal with one of the locals, who was asking as to the state of affairs in Arachnea, and if there was any news on the jobs on offer in Talus Quarry. She had been outside a fair while as Baldrick repeatedly stepped over the boar on the floor, hearing the light snoring of the baby bebilith within. He was then curious. Lorelei always had quite a brood when she had an eggsac and yet, none of the others seemed to have hatched as of yet. Strange, the servant thought to himself, adjusting his spectacles and then pulling on his braces, he wandered over to where the tore remains of the eggsac was. He narrowed his gaze, looking closely, peering inside, and to his horror….there were three dead bebilth babies inside. His mouth fell open, shocked at what he…couldn’t see. The rest of Lorelei’s children were dead. (Baldrick)”Oh good lord…no…no, not while she is not here. Whatever shall I do?”- he started to pace, the light snoring of Heksen was an indication one was still there, but it lead to a question. Did Heksen eat his brother’s and sisters? No..he couldn’t have, he would not have had the appetite to eat the hare and half a boar. He was still pacing, near pulling his hair out when Lorelei would reenter the room and close the door behind her. (Lorelei)”Baldrick…next time the townspeople wish to interrupt time with my son…tell them…to get stuffed. *she then saw how he was behaving and tilted her head*….are you alright? You look as though you are having a panic attack. Rum cures that sort of thing…rum..and lots of it.” Baldrick hesitantly pointed at the eggsac, and then muttered under his breath- (Baldrick)”They’re dead”- Lorelei blinked- (Lorelei)”Dead?…thats impossible…I should have more children hatching, Heksen was just the first. They can’t be dead.” Baldrick got a hook from the kitchen and using it to prize the eggsac down, he displayed it on the table, as he and Lorelei began to break it open. What it revealed was there were still three in there… two boys dead in their eggsacks, no apparent damage on the eggsack unless closely examined to see the small hole poked into each… and the larger female… with her head separated from her body. Lorelei’s lips were moving but she was not saying anything, clearly distressed by this. (Baldrick)”I’ll get the rum…and then we can bury your young. (Lorelei)”I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CHILDREN…I..”-her voice broke off as she then sniffed the air. (Lorelei)”Wait….I …smell one…and its not Heksen.” -she approached the recessed bookshelf and she peered through were some cracks were, getting up on her tipetoes. She could hear crunching…(Lorelei)”Baldrick…I think I have found one..”
LastRonin: -Ven had devoured nearly seventy percent of his sister’s corpse. Only the legs, bits of carapace from her thorax, her spine, pelvis and head were left. The tiny bebilith had cleaned himself as well as he could, using his forelegs to scrape the gore off his body and then licking it off the limb. His stomache filled and his hunger sated for the time being… the newborn bebilth now was curled up in the corner of the top of the bookcase’s facade at the top. If anything peaked in the opening he had entered by, he would not be readily visible if they didn’t enter…or stick their head in the hole if they were too big to get in. Venor crouched in the corner… contemplating his domain… he had claimed this as his. Anything that threatened his space… would become enemy. Venor knew… e wasn’t sure how… but he knew… enemy… had to die. But for now… the effort of hatching… and then dispatching his siblings… had taken a toll on the young bebilith, and he had slumped into a ball… a nearly silent rhythmic sighing sound gentle drifting from the now sleeping infant. For yes, even though he was a very vicious and dangerous even creature… he was still in most respects just an infant. His assault talons, which looked much like his legs, only thicker and more dangerous looking, began to twitch and move as the quietest of whimpers drifted out of the sleeping Venor’s throat… he was dreaming. It wasn’t dreams of terror… if one could see his face, it looked serene… joyful even… for Venor was reliving the first hour of his life outside his eggsack. Of course it was even better than the reality had been… but not by much. As he dreamt he gnawed unconciously on his dead sister’s only remaining arm, still devouring his kill… even in his sleep. Suddenly… he was startled out of his sleep… there was noise…voices… and they were close… Ven didn’t understand what they said… but it sounded like the big ones that had been standing over his weakling of a brother. Ven went ahaead and chomped of the piece of meat he had in his mouth. Grasping the wrist of the arm he had been chewing on, he settled his weight onto the tips of his legs… lifting the back two and placing them against the facade of the bookcase, the arm lifted above his head, he watched the entrance to HIS home… he felt a wet bitterness building in his mouth and a pressure building in his gut… the sleepiness disappearing as the adrenaline rush of the impending aggression feuled him.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Now, Lorelei was gifted with the ability to see things in the darkness, her night vision was exceptional, but also when things were hidden away from her, she had a remarkable ability to pick up even the slightest sound and movement. At first she heard…like nomming, and then quiet whimpers, followed by twitching and the click of some tiny legs. Oh she had stumbled upon the culprit it seemed. There were more than two bodies in there, but she could only pick up on one being alive. Baldrick was champing at the bit to see, and Lorelei suddenly became very defensive. (Lorelei)”Baldrick…go make some tea….and scones….and…start dinner. Your not going to be safe standing around me at the moment.” – Baldrick looked suddenly pale, wondering what Lorelei had planned and what it was she could see. (Baldrick)”But…but…darn.”- he shook his head, ambling away, going to the kitchen and popping on an apron, as Lorelei peered closer. She then started to make a series of clicks with her tongue, strangely musical. Not chirping, oh no, Lorelei never chirped, some of her children had, but she was cut from a different kind. The nomming had stopped, along with the whimpering sound…The little bugger was awake. And he was nothing like his brother by the looks of things…no…this one was a cannibal.
LastRonin: -Ven was ready to bash anything that entered his domain… his knuckles turning white as he gripped his dead sister’s left arm. He heard more of the sounds from the big one with the long red hair and some also from the one with the shorter white hair. But nothing had entered through the opening… Ven glanced quickly over at the other exit… the hole in the wall that led into the dark space above the ceiling… Ven didn’t know what was in there… he wasn’t afraid, but felt more comfortable with known… well semiknown dangers. These had been servile… not even hurting his wimpy brother, even doing his hunting for him and feeding him. Ven grinned… if they served the wimp… then they would surely serve him. A strange clicking sound had just begun when, without a shout of warning or grunt of effort even, the lightweight little spider leapt surprisingly quickly, his legs pressing back against the facade propelling him out the opening between the bookcase and the wall. The tiny ball of carapace was a near blur of black and crimson as he sailed through the air, his dead sister’s pale skinned arm brandished like a two handed club as he siled directly toward what he did not yet know was his mother’s face. If he landed on it, he would grip it tightly with his legs and wail on the top of it with the bloody arm, which was still the majority of it’s original length, he had only taken one good bite off it after chewing it loose at the shoulder.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – It was without sound, without warning, it was….(Lorelei)”Eeeek!”- yes shrill would be the best way to describe Lorelei’s reaction when all of a sudden, the arm wielding cannibal baby bebilith leapt out of his hiding spot and then became a new decoration on her face. Baldrick heard the wierd shriek, and came running only to see, Lorelei flailing as the red and black menace and eater of his siblings, was now firmly attatched. (Baldrick)”Great barrels of Grease Monkeys!” He saw that the baby bebilith was wielding the arm of his dead sister and he instantly felt sick. (Baldrick)”Have no fear, M’lady, I shall get the little blighter….I shall get the broom!” – Lorelei was going round in circles, as she couldn’t see, what with jolly litte Venor stuck to her face. (Lorelei)”Oommph….ooomph!”- Baldrick picked up the broom from the doorway, and then got ready to, going into a baseball like stance, the broom his bat. He swung it around and around galiantly, like some brave knight about to slay a dragon…and not a face hugging baby bebilith. (Baldrick)”Hold still M’lady…Baldrick at your service…one good slapping coming up.” He would then swing his arm with might, aiming to strike the baby bebilith off his mother’s face.
LastRonin: -Venor managed to land on the big redhead’s face, gripping with his eight legs, he began to swing the arm he held… repeatedly trying to slam it down ataop the head he was now attached to, all the while hollering-‘Down Slave!’- or the closest to it he could say… which with the bebilith’s natural ability to speak Abyssal, that was the language he was attempting to use. But without having had any practice… the words weren’t being formed quite right. The little arm wouldn’t do much damage of course, but it was what he had at his disposal… then he belched… and as he did, the pressure he had felt building up in his gut was released. A spray of bile and venom poured forth… if he was still attached at that time, for he had lost track of the other big one in his assault of this one… the mixture would splatter all over the top of her head, matting into her hair. If Lorelei wasn’t mentally shielding her thoughts, it was possible that two things might occur… one; that Venor would pick up that Lorelei was hs mother… the second that he might unintentionally use his innate ability to telepathically communicate with any creature that understands Abyssal, so therefore his garbled vocalizations would come through clearly in her mind as he shouted -‘Down Slave!’- at least until he was dislodged or recognized Lorelei as his mother… whichever came first.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – Well turns out that not only Baldrick going to attempt to strike the Baby bebilith from her face, young Venor also decided she needed a good thumping as well. And to cap it off, the little shit was hollaring “Down Slave!” Now that was something else to call the Lady of Carrendar, the Prime Minster of Lacardis and the Mighty magoomba Mistress of the Web of Malice. (Lorelei)”Down Slave?!” -her garbled response as he was still well attatched ~Bonk Bonk Bonk!~ went the dead arm of the sister, whose bits were in the hole from where he had come. (Baldrick)-the broom stopped mid swing-“Down Slave? I’m a servant, yes, and proud of it, but slave?…Really M’lady, thats a bit of a cheap shot.” -he then went to lean on his broom and started to go on a rant of all the faithful years he had served her without question or being upset, or asking for a pay rise, as the young Bebilith continued to dong his mother, and shout “Down Slave!” (Lorelei)”Not you….ME!- *Shrieks* ~BONK BONK BONK!* She then felt the vomit, yes the little horror decided to unload his stomach content right on her silky red locks. (Lorelei)”Not the hair…not the hair” She had had enough and she reached up with her right hand to try and prize him off her face-
LastRonin: -Venor was pounding away with the arm he held, but it didn’t seem to be doing any good, the slave wasn’t obeying… Ven caught a glimpse of something above him… it was his own assault limbs… of course… he would drive those down through this hard head to teach the other slaves what would happen when they didn’t listen. He stopped slamming the arm down and lifted it to take a quick bite as he reared back with his assault claws, preparing to drive them down and into the big mess his vomit had made atop the creature’s head… when his mind caught a thought floating on the surface of it’s mind… she thought of him as her child… he paused… lost in contemplation of that thought, so was unprepared when she grasped him and pulled him free… he hadn’t released his gripp with his eight normal legs… so the drug across her skin. All around her head. Once pulled loose though, he just let his legs go limp and his assault limbs curled in to rest against his back. He hung there and lifted the arm to his mouth again, taking another bite… then extending the prize toward his mother. He held his food out toward her in submission to her station as mother…for now at least.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – Oh the pain, the damage, the scratch marks, the beating would finally end, just before he was about to go to town and pierce her skull with his assault claws. Talk about saved by the bell, but in fact it was the thought in her head, crying out, this was her son, her flesh, her blood, her insanity, attacking her and calling her a slave and to get down. She could feel the bubble and squeak, the sizzle of the stomach acid and venom on her hair and it was now dripping past her ears and onto her shoulders. Her cheeks were now bleeding from the eight leg scratching, as she finally managed to draw him off her face. By now, Lorelei was seething, snorting, glaring at Baldrick, who was rocking on his broom, having had his say about being called a slave. (Baldrick)”What?….Oh…and I see he is making a peace offering…oh lovely…its an arm..half eaten too. Well that explains why his siblings are dead. Wonderful…so…uhm. Yes, right, Cute isn’t he?” (Lorelei)”No…no he is not cute…he is a hunter, he is a menace…..I shall call him Venor. And…I think I need the first aid kit..(Baldrick)”And a bath, possibly some apple shampoo, because M’lady, your hair is reeking.” Lorelei looked back at her son, who was hanging limp now in her hand, offering the half eaten arm. (Lorelei)”No dear…you keep it.” Bruised, battered and bloody. Welcome to motherhood, Lorelei.
LastRonin: -She turned down his offering… he didn’t understand… why would she do that? His eyes dropped to slits as he turned his head to look over at the boar corpse… the pathetic snores of his brother still echoing out of it. How could that one be a proper hunter? Turning back to look at mother he thought-‘How could she like him better?’- he lifted the arm back to his mouth and ripped a large chunk of flesh from it, chewing it determinedly. Otherwise… he was pretty much at the mercy of the one calling herself his mother… she had him held… he might could force her to release him… but that might be his own death knell if he did. She could choose to eat him. Now that thought… did scare the little bebilith. he swallowed the last mouthfull of his sister he had in his mouth… his appetite suddenly gone… the limp, dead arm dropping lifelessly and forgotten from his hands, as yet again… Venore fell asleep, the intense adrenaline rush having faded, and the crash of afterwards overtaking him. Venor’s red eyes drooped closed and his limbs all curled into relaxed positions.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – The tiny half chewed arm of his dead sister, fell to the ground with a small slap, going unnoticed it seemed by the young baby bebilith, who didn’t really say much, since he more or less passed out cold, falling asleep as she held him out from her. His red eyes closed, his legs all curling up into a position that would make it very easy to stuff him right back in his little hole that he had sprung out of. Blood trickling down her cheeks from the scratches, along with the dripping of acid through her hair, certainly didn’t have her looking all that appealing to the next townsperson to knock on the door. Baldrick knew this was not a good time to find humour in the situation, though he was thinking, ~glad it was her and not me~ Lorelei did gently place her sleeping little monstrosity back into the recessed bookcase, up against the bits and pieces of his dead sister, and then wiped her hands as she turned to Baldrick- (Lorelei)”That kid…is a wonderful advertisment for contraception.’ – Baldrick would just smile and nod…smile and nod-
CharlotteCarrendar:-The grand stone hall of the Lacardians had withstood the test of time, war and plagues that ravaged the former nation and led to its ultimate destruction. By fate and the will of one Darksied; the hall and its effects were transported from the war torn country to a new land of Nemaues, where its turrets would once again glimmer in the radiance of a new Sun. That was many years ago, and the voices who created a din in the hall this day, were the young of the second generation of Carrendar. Daughters of Lore, watched over dutifully by Baldrick Fitzgibbon, who had served their mother faithfully in the old world. This day finds the sisters strolling along the hallowed halls, with Charlotte carrying a data pad, that she is flicking through; head bowed and quietly reading the text that flashes across the screen, whilst Taru is holding a flail, that she is about to return to the training room. “Char…Seriously, can’t you leave your work in your room? I thought we were going to go to the library; I want to research some of mother’s journals.” Coming out of the Prime Minister’s office, Baldrick sees the two girls walking by and sings out. “Girls…have you seen Captain Antilles? He was supposed to have jetted in from Nixagris this morning.” Both girls stopped and shook their heads. “No..” Charlotte said, taking time to look up from her datapad. “If we had, I would have jumped him.” Bearing a cheeky grin, she wiggled her brow, to which Baldrick sighed. “You girls would have him bound and hanging from the ceiling in a blink…so much like your Mother.” <3>
Soprano: She was Corinne, a solitary Veena Viera freshly relinquished from her home and set on her unruly ways like a babe from the wood… She was tall, and it showed with each step she took towering at a supple 6’7 from the crowd of which she walked. Down the streets below the straps against her legs slapping back and leaving ever so slight welts along the sinew of her clawed toes and calves with movement they made. Her bow held on her back from her homeland within the wood, rested with her quiver filled with arrows. She was honestly lost as one could imagine someone thrust into the world was… very nearly thrust off the boat and having nothing more than her name to go by she spoke with very broken English-… if it could be called that as she walked through the streets and gazed about for something to give… some kind of a way she would know where to go. Her tan skin she carried was glistening with a thin layer of sweat as she walked with light striding steps towards the nearest shop keep and attempted to communicate. Her hands rising and falling in roguish movement of attempt. The man gazing back to her with his mouth agape with confusion to her movements as her clawed hands waved up and down in the air with their claws pointed to the skies of Nemaues above and she opened her mouth to speak a garbled mess escaping with her growing embarrassment. “I gooOOOOOHHH, for LAAHNdmaaHRK?” Her long standing ears curved ever so slightly down to the sound with disgust to the noises she was making. The dapple of freckles over her cheeks rutting a darkened hue of attempt as she pressed her triple jointed palms to the counter and glared to him with the ruby set eyes her race was known for. The keep backing up and pointing away from his stall his eyes closed shut as he what-… prayed? WAS HE PRAYING?! She needed to make it more obvious she was harmless and her hands pressed into the wood, short hair bobbing to her chin, “IIIIIHHHAAMMM not gunnuh HUERT YOU…” she attempted to sheathe her claws as the keep screamed for her to get from his shop, grabbing the nearest pan and launching it in her direction. Corinne had enough as rose with her tail flicking with indignation… One would think that she, about as dangerous now with road beneath her feet would be about as terrifying as a bunny-… well… One that wasn’t QUITE as directly human proportioned as she… turning and walking in the direction of what looming shadow of a building rested by and by, the bristling of her spine against her each hair on her head caught on end with worry… What could have been the beginning or the end of her eternal freedom now rested in her hands and as she turned to the keep a frown erupted over her features as the blinds of the caravan were shut in her wake-… Dropped with little means to speak or manage more than protect and guard, she had little more to do then go forward with unsteady steps across the ground.
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the blue skies over Lorewall, the thunderous roar of the Harrier jet of one Captain Antilles, was now hovering directly over the helipad, that was situated in the grounds of the ancient meeting hall. Blasts of hot air and flame fired downwards, as the jet lowered. The ear piercing scream was heard throughout the long stone halls, and Charlotte was the first to hear it. “IT’S HIM!”- She squealed, tossing her datapad to a hapless Baldrick, who juggled the device as Charlotte burst into a run down the stone hall, her boots clattering against the marble flooring. Pushing the grand timber doors open, she beamed wide to see the jet land safely. It had been a few months since Charlotte had travelled to Nixagris, and she missed hanging out with her squadron in the icey snowfields of the North. “Johnathon!” Charlotte yelled out, as her best friend and squadron leader descended the stairs of his plane. Charlotte’s hair had been whipped about and she looked a sight. Taking off his helmet, he sported a broad grin, and Charlotte ran out to him, where he caught her on the fly and spun her around in a hug. In the background, Taru was watching through the door, and then disappeared within, to return the flail to the training room. On the helipad, Captain Antilles finally set Charlotte down. “You know you are supposed to salute your superior.” Charlotte placed her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side. “And..That would go the same for you…I am P.M. remember.” The Captain smacked her right shoulder and chortled. “Yeah…your still Char…Come on; take me in to see Baldy, before he blows a gasket.” The two then walked arm in arm, chatting about their home town of Nixagris. <3>
Soprano: Now apparently the fuss raised from her all but interacting in a friendly manner was not exactly smiled upon here… Dammit she was trying to explain and she now had several members of society poking and prodding at her with whatever they had next-… of course a finger was too much to ask for, and their rampant yelling and questioning stifled the green-word of any branches that somehow made it out from behind the walls and to her akin earth senses. She inhaled the air of day and note the hinted fragrances of all manners of emotions about-… animal instinct kicking in with fight or flight as a portly woman jabbed at her side with the end of her rolling pin, “Oii… wot is this then aye love?” her pin rising beneath her tail to press the tuft up with curiosity. She stiffened and went to move away as another human creature stepped forward and spoke his voice thick with an accent she didn’t recognize at all… “You don’t want to be catching no diseases from the ickle animals now do ye Madame? Come on now… come along love.” His hand pressed against Corinne’s flank as she startled and turned to walk away… It was like they had never heard of or seen someone like her before… They now were acting as if her very presence was profane. Perhaps she was underestimating the sheer stupidly of humans, but then again who was she to judge as she had walked into their society with their mannerism and expected things to be—OOUUUCH!! Someone was yanking on her ears in her stupor she had closed her eyes in a lengthy blink and the bog of a woman since consulted as ‘Brunilda’ was tugging on her long ears. The same ears that heard the whirling of a Harrier jet settle over and nearly deafen the crowd. Concentration settled elsewhere to the sight, Corinne took the opportunity to escape the crowd with bounding steps taking off in the direction wherever this flying machine had landed and was settling above in a castle like building she had yet to recognize… Of course not, this was a fair distance away… but there was nothing better than settling herself away from harm as she made haste in the direction of this jet and carefully weaselled her way down the road. This new world was so strange to her, having spent her life locked in a sanctuary and recently having hit maturity it was something she knew would take time to grow used to… The whisper of trees a missing aspect of her life that she had abandoned for adventure-… Adventure that was happening now… but she didn’t feel exactly welcome of course and her swift collected movements slowed as she began to her elegant, peaceful stride down the thoroughfare. Pans thrown at her, poked here and there… Many of her village had left in her time and yet she was rendered all but a stranger in a world she once felt comfortable in-… but it really wasn’t her world at all now… A lethargy settled over her as she neared the building this flying machine had landed, with eyes dropping their through anxiety she peered carefully from the outskirts, wondering what procedure to continue with on a traipse forward with her curiosity guiding her.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The jets engines were cooling down, as the helipad crew set to work to do the refuelling, whilst Captain Antilles and Charlotte went through the large wooden doors. Laughing and chattering, they were heading for Baldrick’s office, as he was in charge of the affairs of the Northern Province. Taru on the other hand, had returned the flail to its keep in the open training room, adjacent the main hall, when she glanced back to see Charlotte head into Baldrick’s office, where the sound of welcoming voices was heard. Baldrick was fond of Captain Antilles, who had been at Charlotte’s side right from resettlement all those years before, and went to flight school with her, where she got her wings. Taru could see Captain Antilles handing over a report from his satchel, before the trio came back out of the office, heading for the meeting room table, which was the centre piece of the ancient hall of Lacardis. Taru lowered her arms from resetting the flail, and thought it was best to leave them to their meeting, as she decided to get some air, out in the front entrance. Strolling out, the white haired Carrendar, raised her black hood over her head, the cape swirling up dust in her wake. Traditionally a loner, she was intending to study in the library, but felt she needed to go outside for a time. It was when she passed through the doors, she spotted an odd looking female with…bunny ears. “Now..that’s something you don’t see every day.” Taru exclaimed, loud enough to be heard. <3>
KingFalthosHellbore: -The itching thrum of a plasma generator would vibrate the very air within the underground workshop. Thick cables coursing with enough electricity to almost put a nuclear reactor to shame snaked across the floor into a series of large, archaic looking instruments. Within the dias situated at the centre of this, beneath the low hanging lights, stood what appeared to be a mech-suit in progress. The clattering and clank, the loud cry of a pressure wrench filled the air. A rather noisy clatter and a few curses shouted gave way to the view of Mathias. Mathias was a rather lanky individual, very slim, almost seemingly malnourished, but that was hardly the case. He stood up to roughly 6’2, weighing in at about 185 lbs. He swiped his sweaty brow in the cramped quarters of the cockpit, his green eyes scanning about the interior, adjusting knobs, tourquing a few bolts here and there. “Whelp.. Seems to me that this is going to still require more optic cabling through here.” -he said to himself, running over a list in his head before he continued bantering on- “But then that would cause problems, can’t be too tight. Maybe if I add…No..that would just rust in the end…Maybe…Ah hell…” -he let out a groan of temporary defeat before he popped his arms out to climb out. Jumping down onto the stone floor with a thud of his boots. He walked over to the nearest panel, bringing forth a handkerchief, wiping the oily hands as well as his sweat. He blinked, unhooking the tool belt he had worn for almost sixteen hours straight. Rubbing his eyes, he brought up a rather projected view of his keypad, clacking rather wildly away at the keys as he ran a software diagnostic of the suits programs. With one last key, he would nod- “Well, while it works, I got some shopping to do…Or maybe some digging..” -He would turn and climb the twelve foot ladder back up into the unsuspecting lower floor of an apartment building. He would throw on the leather jacket his father had bestowed upon him after his death, still holding his military rank perfectly stitched into the jacket. Slicking his rather unkempt brown hair back, he opened the door, and then locked it with a jingle of his keys. All the while he walked, for he did not live far from the market district, he jingled his rather ridiculous amount of keys in rhythm tic fashion, whilst conversing with himself as to future aspirations for what he had planned with the suit-
Captain277: *In the central dome of the Old Meeting Hall, the air subtly shifted. It was not immediately apparent that anything had changed at all, yet, still, the world felt infinitely heavy for a few seconds; dust stirred from corners that had not been tended to in years, and chairs splintered slightly with strained creaks as decade’s worth of wear and tear passed over their masterfully crafted frames in but a few seconds. Then, as if the gods of some ancient time had cast their judgment on the Meeting Hall, a congress of dark, angry clouds gathered in the central dome of the Hall. Streaks of luminescent fury reached out, their incandescent arcs dancing lazily across the floor for split seconds, before they finally returned to the writhing cloud of inky darkness which hung heavily above the central table like a shroud. The candles arrayed throughout the Hall flickered, simultaneously, and then immediately resumed their silent duty, each one inadvertently lending their thin tendrils of smoke to the gathering cloud. From inside the miasmic mass of almost palpable disdain arced lances of brilliant plasma, each one releasing a deafening thunderclap. Somewhere in the midst of the morass, a shape began to take form. Awkward though it appeared to be, the shape shifted and roiled alongside the folds and curves of the haze it dwelled in, until at last, it began to refine. The world shifted, suddenly, and only slightly, by the metric of one atom, to the left. Without warning, the whole of reality collapsed into that one, singular moment, and then immediately submitted and restructured itself. To the common observer, it might have felt more like the sudden shiver, experienced exclusively when one felt the bass roar of a thunderclap that struck far too close home. From the midst of the miasma, the vague figure suddenly resolved itself into an unfamiliar silhouette. With the sound of a thousand shrieking banshees, the figure’s edges hardened from those formed of mere speculation, into those of something distant gradually drifting closer towards the earth. The shadow passed through the clouds, dragging wispy, thin contrails along with it, as though the clouds had been the Shadow’s lover, slowly reaching out to catch It, only after it had passed far enough away for their touch to be useless. With the wail of something immense breaking the sound barrier, the heavily armoured figure punched through the black mists of space and time and hurtled into the dead centre of the meeting table. The cry of shattered glass and splintered wood greeted Captain as he stirred from his sudden and unexpectedly violent awakening. He shook his head and let out a quiet groan that did not pass through his armour’s temporarily scrambled vox-comm. The echo of his impact echoed throughout each of the Hall’s multitudinous corridors, and yet, Captain found himself entirely confused. Where was he? When was he? In fact, while he was on that line of reasoning, exactly. who was He? Slowly, the explanation began to form in his mind, though Captain felt he had only been told a portion of the truth. Shaking his heavily armoured head back and forth in an effort to wipe the stars from his eyes, Captain broke away from the utterly ruined table with no small effort, and stumbled to his feet. For a few seconds, Captain stood there, stock-still and utterly oblivious, before a few scratch marks in the table, and the arrangement of its ancient chairs refreshed some portion of his memory. Captain stumbled forwards, and promptly collapsed in one of the painstakingly wrought chairs, his breathing heavy. Someone would most assuredly be along shortly. Someone would give him answers.*
Soprano: The voice of the person calling out form the building caused her to start-… god help Brunhilda if she chose to return with her rumpus to ruin her current silence. A soft moment between her swift escape and now collection of thoughts within this rural area she had yet to expect to find. Now with her ears flattened into tightly held points above her head she turned to the voice and cocked her head curiously to the female with her nose seeking out familiar scent… Warmth, youth… Cloak with-… dust? Books? Her nose sniffed at the air as from behind her came the holler of the dreaded meat sack of a woman returning bearing a cleaver. “Awrught boys-… going to av’ some Hasenpfeffer fer your dinner tonight if you can catch the cheeky blighter.” The horrible beast of a woman stood in a squat 5 foot height, her belly twice as thick with either child or rolls of unforutnately placed fat that bobbled while she spoke, the thick syrup of spittle drooping into her third chin as she called to her boys all equally unfortunately proportioned and maybe slightly inbred (after all, a face only a parent could love right?) Corrine’s wide red eyes glanced to one of the men hardly paying attention with his pinky finger lodged in his left ear as she pulled from her weak vocabulary. “Lah-vae me… Aloe…” She spoke and struggled, biting her lip and drawing blood from the sharp fangs she bore as Brunhilda sat and watched her, reaching into her dress to remove a sweaty turkey leg from beneath her bullocks and tear off a meaty hunk. The Viera youth hissed gently, “Lah-veh… me… aloe-… Aye thank you sod.” What appeared to be the brightest of the bunch of boys spoke up in a comically dumb tone to say,. “She called as a sod, tha cheeky blighter-… let’s get er..” Two wielding shovels and the ear-picker pulling out a significant hunk of yellow matter holding a-… wall sconce of some kind, the candles still attached the charged with Brunhilda wielding the turkey leg up as battle cry erupted from her grease encased lips, “BbrrAAAGH!!” Corrine’s ears dropped and she froze before turning tail to the gate and leaping as best she could from the onslaught to a twelve foot distance away screaming her first english words to the curious female in her terror. “HELP. ME.”
KingFalthosHellbore: -Mathias was having a rather particularly wonderful conversation as to the weapon array configurations that he would masterfully craft into the shinning armour that he had hoped, would bring the government to grant him aide and funding to mass-produce the suits, until he heard a shrill cry of what had sounded familiar, it wasn’t the tone or the accent, but the words ‘HELP ME’. He stopped jingling his keys a moment. His eyes scanned the area, the voice had seemed distant. He would unclip a hidden holster of where he kept, yet another manner of science he had worked on. Using tesla coils it acted as a form of gauss weapon. It was still indeed a prototype, but it would make an excellent field test. He would begin to walk towards the sound’s origination. Passing through various winding alley-ways and apartment districts that all clumped together to form a block. He would stop spot a figure that had, very much vaulted over a gate, and was seemingly being perused by a rather small group of common-folk. This peculiar creature was intriguing in the first few seconds. He stood by a moment as he thought to himself “Well now, what do we have here..” He observed a good twenty feet away, but was taken slightly by surprise when previous she had flown mid-air after her vault twelve feet forward. He blinked in amazement. Taking down notes before he would speak up= “Is Everything alright?” his voice was something of a youth, a man in his mid-twenties, however, it was slightly an octave higher than your gruff, veteran of service-
CharlotteCarrendar:- “HELP. ME.” The strange looking girl cried out, bunny ears tagged down flat to her head as she sprinted towards the grand meeting hall doors. Taru’s gaze narrowed, only to have her ears prick to the sound of a dreadful woman, who was speaking in some god awful accent. Really the locals seemed to have descended into heathens, in Taru’s mind. Worst still, the rotund woman had back up, in the form of ogre like lads, who were all to eager to give chase to the one Taru considered “Bunny girl” Such noises and foul stench rose into the air, and carrying farming implements no less. A turkey leg too, one that appeared rotten, or was that just the horrid woman’s saliva; dripping onto the ground at her feet. As the frightened bunny girl zipped past, the hooded Taru stepped out and then blocked the path of the ones to give chase. Eyes shone, black as night set deep within the hollowed pits that were her sockets. She presented a strange aura, almost mystical, as she opened her mouth and released a fine black mist, that wafted into the air, and swirled about the trio. It was known…as the black. Hallucinogenic properties, mixed in with Taru’s own neuro toxins, that laced the air like a fine spray, that if inhaled would drive the victim to madness, if not death. Taru had not released quite enough to do such harm, but this would certainly give them a scare. Closing her mouth, Taru heard a cry from a man dressed resplendently in a full armour suit, decked with weapons, that she knew was not standard issue. “Is Everything alright?” Taru’s eyes shimmered back to their normal colour of blue, and she offered a haunting smile, gripping the edges of her hood, and drawing it down lower, masking her identity. “I think it is now.” :; Inside the meeting hall, as Baldrick, with Charlotte and Captain Antilles, were about to seat themselves at the meeting hall table, there was a god awful thunder clap, that preceded the swirl of clouds that were confined to the dome of the main hall auditorium. All three glanced to the roof, Baldrick trying to shield his eyes, from the spectacle. “We’ve got company!!”- Charlotte cried out, drawing Captain Antilles clear, as a being wearing a full suit of armour hurtled towards the centre of the meeting hall table; which virtually exploded on impact, showering those around in splinters of wood and glass. Baldrick promptly was blasted backwards, and landed on his bony ass, the report scattering along the marble floors, while Charlotte and Antilles, tried to take cover. As the hulking Captain lurched towards a chair, and the smoke and debris cleared, Taru wandered in and took one look at the table, then one at the Captain. “A blast…from the past?” she enquired. <3>
Captain277: *Captain choked inside his armour, the harsh series of coughs locking up his lungs for a few seconds. The air, even the atmosphere inside his armour, tasted impossibly different. Stunned and infinitely confused, Captain placed one mailed gauntlet against his thickly armoured skull and let out a quiet sigh. He shook his head sharply a few times, before suddenly snapping his attention up to his environment. His HUD flickered and buzzed with a horrendous burst of static that blinded his ability to see the complete environment, but something in the back of his skull told Captain that he knew this place. With a few more gasps, Captain rose from the chair, his world spinning, and braced himself against the Meeting Hall table. With the whir of servos and the subtle hum of recessed hydraulics, Captain scanned the room, sizing up the few biologicals that shared the area. Captain activated the suit’s Vox-Comm systems with a thought, and addressed what appeared to be the oldest of the bunch. On the exterior, Captain’s stoic helmet suddenly lit up with the sickly green glow of an unknown, digital power. A perfectly rendered human jawbone rendered itself across the anterior visor of the armoured giant’s headset, its anatomical precision articulating itself in an utterly alien way; after all, humans were used to seeing the lips of a being move, not their jaw. As Captain spoke, the holographic jaw jerked up and down in time with his speech, as if the helmet itself was speaking.* Greetings, Lacardians; or Nemaeans. I’ll be honest with you; I’m not exactly sure where I sent myself to. *Though Captain spoke the words, he could not help but frown to himself as he said them. He was certain he had sent himself nowhere, but the thoughts in his head resumed, unbidden, as if his first few sentences were little more than a pre-programmed speech.* If you would be so kind as to tell me exactly where, and when, I am, I would be more than grateful, and will be glad to grant each of you exactly one Boon.”
Soprano: Corrine had vaulted the gate and now stood shaking another with her hands gripping the bars with meagre strength as her attentions were caught by a male figure speaking in her direction…. How was she supposed to reply when his voice was drowned by the pumping of her panicked heart… Her eyes were fixed on the curious female by the door that smelled of familiarity in the oddest of ways. She turned her head for a moment to shake her head but her animal instincts took place… Oh no… oh no… she should of never left home-… she would end up like that turkey leg… Or worse… Indeed it was unethical but she was now a mouse in a trap… Help me, help me… creator help me… Corinne took past the robed figure the trio of men halting in their chase as they stood before her Brunhilda stalking forward with an angry grunt of effort as her yellow stained teeth gnashed in indignation at she who would halt the chase for her dinner. But terror struck their hearts… all but the youngest, which paused facing back to his mother with a thin strand of drool settling over his chin. The other boys stood and watched as the thick smoke settled over the gathering, and settled over each of them. All now but forgotten Corinne has taken that burst of speed from sheer adrenaline, her genetic bipolar twist settled by what was known to her people as the mist. Mutating their genes and splicing them with the local wildlife with what settled in a colony in the recollection. Or-… that was what she was told from generations past… Her great great grandmother had told her to never set eyes on a cloud of soot that burns and taints the unforgiving…. Of course she had never understood until now and shook now with respect and trembling. A low shivery break settled in her breathing as she rose, tan skin smattered with light spot printings almost like that of spotted fur in freckles over her very pulsing skin. She swallowed and rose to thank the woman before a crash shattered in her sensitive ears, and she released a low peal of pain, bringing her hands to her long lobes and releasing a soft moan of pain. Despite the boots she wore on her feet, small claws peeking free, every bristle on her broke with foreboding at the calamity of ungodly sound that broke into each level of what she was and echoed in her ears. The followers scattered, what might have been a puddle of piss carried off after Brunhilda and her ilk as they scrambled away, and let but a turkey leg in their wake to the woman who sprayed the black in their direction. The added thundering was by consequence but added in the terror from the blunt refusal to tech that these people obviously had for their intelligence was obviously lacking. Corinne had crooked but now rose back to her height slowly standing and straightening her back despite the ringing in her ears. Walking towards the male, his weapons all but ignored-… after all… She had no idea what this tech was-… or what dangers they held… Her bow on her back was all she bore or needed… She was in no way I fear of those who saved her from the horrific pleasantries upon shattered china in the company of naught but bogan’s. She walked forward, mannerisms gone but spoke in the language of her people, a soft whisper of thanks with her head bowed, “E dryhgoui vun ouin desa yht ahanko eh so naclia…” (I thank you for your time and energy in my rescue…) Her eyes flashed up as she crooked at the waist in a respectful bow, her name followed, “Corrine.” She swallowed and bent again, before rising and falling silent.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Baldrick propped himself up on the floor, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, and he managed to regain focus, only to spot the man that had held the heart of his former Mistress till her death. “Gahh.” He exclaimed, scrambling from the floor, whilst a staffer ran out from a nearby office and tried to help collect up the scattered files. Charlotte and Captain Antilles turned back to see the giant lurching up from the antique wooden chair; with the splintering of wood, tinkling upon the marble floor. .* Greetings, Lacardians; or Nemaeans. I’ll be honest with you; I’m not exactly sure where I sent myself to. * Captain Antilles and Charlotte shot looks at each other, both as confused as the other of what the Captain was going on about. ~Sent himself?~ Taru of course, was the first to get in close range of the Captain, and she reached up to slowly remove the black hood, that gave way to showing off her winter white tresses. Taru was as much an alien to Nemaues, as it seemed that the Captain was. However, she was more than happy to oblige his enquiry. “You are in…Lorewall. The capital of Nemaues. The year is 2011, last I checked.” The older of the Carrendar siblings, who had never met Captain before, glided across the floor, with her cape swirling behind her. She extended a slender hand out from her robe, and with the palm turned up, she said simply. “You owe me a boon.”- Charlotte finally recognised the giant in the new armour suit, and she uttered. “Captain?” <3>
Captain277: *Captain let out a series of gruff, repetitive bursts of static that might have been, on the other side of his armour, chuckles. The harsh green light of his visor flickered for a moment as his head swivelled in the direction of the nearest mortal. Captain inhaled, breathing in through his nose. Even though the armour prevented him from actually smelling the woman who now stood, expectantly, just a few feet away from him, he did it more for decorum’s sake. With a low, yet somehow pleasant growl, Captain addressed the woman.* Child of this world, you tell me nothing I did not already suspect. It pleases Us to know the transference has occurred according to plan. Though you have done little, save confirm my suspicions, I am a being of my Word, and I shall grant you whatever is in my power to do so. *Captain paused momentarily, the virtual representation of his jawbone paradoxically warping slightly downwards into what might have been interpreted as a frown. He mumbled quietly to himself, the words utterly lost as the Vox-Comm tried to translate the foreign language, and then utterly failed. After a few seconds of static and incomprehensible mumbling, Captain turned his attentions back to Lorelei’s chid.* Yes, indeed, whatever is within my power. What do you wish?”
CharlotteCarrendar: – “Hmmm…fraid you can’t grant me what I wish for…Captain is it?” Taru replied, reaching instead to grasp the edges of her cloak, then lower her head, and whisper something under her breath that was illegible. The taller daughter of Carrendar then swept from the room, retreating to the library, where she closed the door behind her silently. Charlotte on the other hand, did come closer, taking a look at the dome structure then lowering her gaze back to that of the Captain. “Don’t mind her, she is always moody.” Releasing Captain Antilles hand, she approached the Captain, and asked. “Do you remember me at all?…Charlotte….Charlotte from Lacardis.” Baldrick was muttering and rummaging through the file from Nixagris, and then the pent up emotion gave way, and he dropped the file on the meeting hall table. “In the old days, you used to use the door…Captain. First time I have seen you pop out of a cloud. Must be some ship you travel on these days.”- the old man still had some fight left in him, even after all these years. <3>
QueenNikkiz: – ahh she knows she isn’t good at visiting other Kingdoms, however she is her and she isn’t turning back now. she pulls her dress up off the ground and walks on up to the door and awaits the guards to come escort her, no one came , but she could hear the voices just inside the door so she gracefully walks in and peeks her small blonde head in the door, then she whispers, almost too quietly ” Hello ” she giggles to herself knowing no one could hear her, then again in her full Queen composure as she felt she was close enough ” Hello Your Majesty” I am the Queen Of The Tudors Kingdom , and I seek Alliance and also I simply love visiting – she says with a bright warm smile-
Captain277: *Behind his helm, Captain quirked an eyebrow at Taru’s inexplicably sudden shift in demeanour. Silently, Captain shrugged, the neon eyes of his visor trailing the woman as she shuffled off to a portion of the Hall that his mind politely told him was the Library. Captain, still struggling with his presence in this unfamiliar iteration of an otherwise recognizable world, decided not to follow her, and anchored himself firmly to his point of origin. As Charlotte drew near, Captain’s eyes lit up, and he found himself rather glad for the privacy his helm afforded him. Though he found himself feeling rather uncharacteristically glad that Charlotte still existed, in this world, Captain managed to hide the emotion.* She must get that from her mother. *Charlotte introduced herself, and Captain chuckled quietly. This time, the sound carried through his rapidly-resetting Vox-Comm properly.* I know you, Charlotte. At this point, I would dare say I know you better than you know me, but I digress. Such words are not meant for you, any more. I did promise a boon to Taru, yes, but such a favour was granted to all of those in the room, so long as one helped me. What do you wish for? *Captain’s attention snapped suddenly to Baldrick. His tone dropped a few octaves, and yet somehow maintained a sharp, sarcastic air.* you’re still alive, Baldy? I had thought you would have gone the same way as the rest of the din- *Captain suddenly caught himself, and cleared his throat. Even though he had allowed his Choler to rise, Captain took a few breaths and continued.*My apologies, Baldrick. The trip took quite a lot out of me. What is the favour you request?”
CharlotteCarrendar:- Perhaps Taru was more like Lorelei than one had imagined, certainly her temper that was for sure. Charlotte on the other hand was always the quieter of the two, and was delighted in fact that the Captain remembered her. He spoke with a fondness that was like that of a lost relative come calling. The younger Carrendar actually blushed and showed a smile that grew, especially with the sarcastic tone with which he addressed old Baldrick. Charlotte had half a mind to speak to him that way, but she generally refrained from purposefully trying to upset the old bugger. “I figure I must have upset the Gods at some point, they don’t want this bag of bones just yet.” He snapped, then changing his tune a bit on the offer of a favour being given to all in the room. Baldrick removed his glasses and proceeded to chew on the ends, going into deep thought of what he would favour. “Nice pair of slippers. Mine have holes in em, and these floors chill my bones at night.” Baldrick said with a nod, while Charlotte shook her head. “I’ll be happy just to give the boon to Taru later. But, you could answer me a simple question. Why did you come back…and why now?” At this point, Taru emerged from the library, carrying a small leather bound book in black, and noticed they had company. A regal looking woman, who was making an announcement of her arrival. ” Hello Your Majesty” I am the Queen Of The Tudors Kingdom , and I seek Alliance and also I simply love visiting.” Taru withdrew an apple from her cloak and took a large bite out of it, chewing heartily, as she pointed the apple at Charlotte and said with a full mouth. “Shhpeak to the Black haired girrrrrl. Shhe’s the Prime Minister..*she takes another bite* ~crunch~ “She does the alliances.” <3>
MrObserver: Silent, alone, and observing… the Black King watched from a dimension above. The 5th as it would be known… With a sight drone reverberating within his chest, the 13 foot tall, black skinned being which had came accustomed to wearing Neo-Victorian era style clothing rose from his seat. Within the confines of his mind, the being spoke aloud in the silence. “Never settle for standing alone within the domains of hierarchy.” Steps did not echo, not a sound of breath, nor a single popping of the skeletal system that supported the being body was released as it arched back then jolted forward. With two ebony and crimson tendrils rushing up over his shoulders, and 4 around the frame of his torso, the silence was broke as they penetrated the barrier between dimensions. It was much like glass as what was originally nothing was riddled with webbed fractures. Again the being spoke within its own mind, settling the score with the barrier again. “I do not ask for your permission, I wander where I please…” Sudden the barrier shattered; scattering like that of glass fragments on a marble floor. Opened was the door by his tendrils which had acted much like a key… or not a sledge hammer assailing a jewellery stores displace window. Silence was a mean of action to him…. A mean of transportation once disrupted. Compared to the transportation means of 4th dimensional beings, this was the quickest route to his destination, one that he’d been observing for sometime… A single government building on Lacardis, a meeting room which held three being which he didn’t hold much affinity for as of the moment… Well, with the exemption of one… one who seemed to be wiser and much older than the others? With the sudden jump into a dimension below his, the strain of change would drain his inner energy slightly over time as he would remain in his 5th dimensional form as to refrain from being seen the perceptions of the beings who would only see in 3rd & 4th dimensional life. Behind two females, he’d arrived. His silence everlasting, his eyeless gaze watching…. “I wonder if any shall be capable of grasping my presence here amongst this lot…” Once again he’d spoken to himself with the confides of his mind.. <E>
Captain277: *He couldn’t help but smile at Baldrick’s spirit. With a slight nod, Captain shifted to a slightly more conversational tone.* Well Baldrick, you know what they say; Only the good die young. *For a few seconds, the obsidian-black layers of Captain’s armored plates seemed to writhe and shudder of their own volition, before the dark patina peeled slowly away from the giant’s armored form and began to coalesce at the end of his palm in the form of an opaque ball of dirty mist. With a halfhearted flick of his wrist, Captain launched the ball at Baldrick. As the projectile soared through the air, it began to melt away, its hazy edges gradually shaping into something altogether familiar; a pair of rather cozy-looking men’s slippers; modestly crafted out of what appeared to be sturdy, yet inexpensive leather. The set of footwear landed with a soft, synthetic flop on the ground just a few inches away from Baldrick. Captain gave the man a polite nod, and turned his attention back to Charlotte. Quietly, he took in her request, and smiled to himself, once again.* Taru’s boon is her own, child. You have no reason to ask your favour of me now. Perhaps it would be better for you to save it. Your question is both trivial, and inevitable, and therefore there is no reason why I should count it as a debt. Simply speaking, I-*Captain locked up again, and for a moment, he couldn’t remember the details of his own advent.*-Excuse me, child. How long have I been gone, exactly?
QueenNikkiz: – she smiles warmly and dares to pour herself a goblet full of wine, she begins to sip on it as she looks around the room listening to the other-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Counting the fingers on her hands, she replied to the Captain. “About eight…I think. I remember you saying you had to cross the world, I figured you got lost.” Charlotte lowered her hands to her sides, and watched as Baldrick was trying on the fancy new slippers that Captain had provided from the dirty looking sphere. “Oooo nice leather ones too. Match my night coat.” The old timer chortled, twisting his right ankle, admiring the craftsmanship. He was not one without manners and chimed. “Thank you Captain.” Probably the first time in many a year where Baldrick was hospitable. But you never kick a gift horse in the teeth. Charlotte caught sight of the fancy lady who had entered the hall, and was addressed by an apple munching Taru. “You seek an alliance. M’lady?” Charlotte enquired, as Taru brushed past and took a seat at the damaged meeting hall table, chuckling under her breath. “I suppose we could make some arrangements in that regard. Baldrick…get the alliance forms in triplicate and my stamp if you would be so kind.” Baldrick shuffled off in his new slippers to Charlotte’s office, whilst Charlotte returned her attention to the Captain. “I don’t recall the armour you have on. New is it?” She asked, taking up a chalice of wine herself, swirling it around with a light flick of her wrist. <3>
MrObserver: -Unaccompanied, inhibited, and observing the, gigantic being of thirteen feet tall and murdered out skin had situated himself upon a throne of self exile. For some time now he’d being paying close attention to four being of a lower dimensional status… Well three to be more exact. There was one that had his interests, and as it was… He was curious to figure out the beings mannerisms and origins. There was something transmundane about the being he’d come to simple know as… “Captain.” It was devoid of word that this would be a surprise to the individuals which resides within the government buildings meeting room on Nemaues to meet an elevated dimensional being. Solely, he worry was not on how they would take his appearance, nor was it even the fact he’d be breaking their set laws of physics by jumping dimensions upon will… It was his right as an elevated plains being to wonder around in lower dimensions. He was no “God”, nor was he a “Devil”, No; he was just some ordinarily unnatural future visitor of Nemaues. Lashing on the edge of the thrones back support, crimson and ebony tactical-members which were the protrusion of his very being, had being playing gently as their owner leaned back, crossing his legs and arms. “Truly it’s devoid of saying, these lesser beings hold much potential… even here in the elevated plains, but I must be careful… All beings deserve the right to live… “This thought was just one of many based off the singular knowledge of his existence in a lesser plain could catastrophic if he left his nature unchecked. Gamma and sigma radiation would be released into the surrounding if he did relinquish his full form before them. “An altered state will have to be put into commission…” Silence he been shattered thanks to the myriad of souls he’d taken from other dimensions below and within the one he resided in. “Yes, well… I shall have to accommodate for their flaws and refrain from making a full appearance…Or figure out a method of being truly tangible before them. But to negate my own nature will take something much greater than I myself am capable of…” His words trailed off… Thought process kicking in, and then a theory of “captains” suite came into play. Was he wearing it to ward of such effects as those which were tied to him? Certainly not… Never had he heard, or seen a being of lesser dimension having to accommodate others in such away… To negate one’s own nature was an idea of equality he’d like to believe was the truth that this fellow named “captain” was playing on. “Either way…. It must be done… I’ll head there now in an altered form…” He’d whispered as he rose from his throne and his tactical members retreated into tightly wrapped coils upon his back. Silence was returned but only for mere moments before he lifted his left arm and narrowed his hand flat against something imperceivable…. A impede between dimensions. Though these being he wished to fist were forth dimensional, they resided in a third dimensional world. No matter, he’d just bypass the forth and step into the third. With a slight push of hand, the barrier seemed to just give way; fragmentized be the sheer will of its assailant. Light rushed around him, energy warped and time seemed to slow down rapidly as he materialized within the very room he’d be observing the 4 beings. Though he’d tuned himself down greatly, and was only partial there, he remained imperceivable as he stayed in an altered fifth dimensional from. Expressionless and silent beyond these beings perceptions; all sense were to low from the majority, be he theorized about “captains”, he must be something much more than meets these beings eyes. Silence was maintained through his strides as he came up behind the two females. “Charlotte” and “Taru” he though the names were as he came to a halt behind them, his attentions locked onto the fellow named “Captain”. Now, if his theory was correct, this being out of them all was more than able to see him… all that was needed now… was time.. <E>
LadyBelz: When the alarms had started blaring, Yavin thought it was a drill so he ignored it at first and continued his patrol. It didn’t even concern him that Boris had been gone nearly an hour, supposedly to take a piss. It didn’t take anyone an hour to take a piss. He shook his head and made a mental note to speak to the Captain of the guards about Boris and his “tendancies”. When the lights went down and the reports started coming over the radio of shots being fired, Yavin went on high alert. He needed Boris and needed him now. Backtracking, glad that because of his patrols, he knew the compound like the back of his hand, he made his way quickly to Yuri’s study. Not wanting to alert anyone to his presence, he made his way around the room using the wall until he came to the fireplace mantel, wherein he encountered a problem. With the power cut, there was no way to open the door to the dungeons. “Fuck!” he swore [in Russian – translate later]. Thinking he’d try and pry the door open, he was surprised to find that the door was already open [meaning Ayalah got out before the lights were killed]. Grabbing a penlight from his pocket, he clicked it on and with his gun aimed and ready to fire, slowly descended.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Ira removed a pistol from his holster, as he followed the stone wall along, that led down a corridor, on its way towards the dungeons. The sounds of gunfire and shouting from above signalled that the remaining guards were in a panic, and were trying desperately to restore power and light to the compound. Ira’s head turned back, the greenish glow, illuminated his sight giving the corridor an eerie feel. He had his objective, first and foremost, and that was to get Ayalah out of the compound and to the airport as quickly as he could. A turn in the corridor, and from memory of the lap top image, he took the turn, and made sure to check first, by peeking around the corner, for signs of Yuri’s men. Heart pounding in his chest so loud it was deafening, he tried to regulate his breathing. Don’t panic. The wolf continued to make ground, each step poised and perfect. He soon reached an opened door, obviously a guard was also on the way down. There was no going back, he went through the door opening, and started his descent. In the dungeons, Ayalah was running, running past cells filled with women that were the pleasure slaves of Yuri. Many were screaming for help, for release, and she refused to stop. She was no saviour, she was the Viper. And only cared about herself. :: Two floors up, Misako had stepped out before two guards and then tilted her head, as she assumed a crouch, the blade held vertical. The stance of a Samurai, just as Ryu had taught her. The Lotus fell silent, and then poised for their attack. <3>
LadyBelz: Yavin paused in the middle of the stairwell, certain he had heard footsteps. He waited, breathing shallow, for the sound to come again. All he could hear was the distant shouting of the other girls begging to be let out. Ignoring that, he continued his descent. He reached the bottom and from memory, went right to check the guards rooms to make sure no one could be hiding there. As he did this, it would ensure that he and Ayalah didn’t cross paths. Gia, the young servant girl who had been instrumental in letting Ayalah know help was on the way, hid in a corner of the cells, her body encased in all black and her own night vision goggles perched upon her face. She held her gun at the ready and watched as Yavin turned toward the guards rooms. She liked Yavin, as he was one of the more nicer guards and would have hated to kill him if he had come across Ayalah before she could get away. As he was searching the rooms, she heard running and turned to see Ayalah running from the direction of the girls’ cells. She quickly gained her feet and went after the young woman. When she was close enough, she reached out and quickly slapped a hand over the woman’s mouth, hoping she wouldn’t scream or fight back.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Suddenly Ayalah felt a small hand, feminine clamp over her mouth and then her body being pulled into an alcove. Furious, she snarled through the hand, her hot breath upon the woman’s skin. The gun in her hand was cocked, however, it’s very hard to shot someone who is right in behind you. At that same time, the sound of another set of footsteps could be heard coming. Possibly a guard, and this is when the penny dropped. A guard would have shot her, why would a woman try to silence her? Holding her breath, she waited for the person that was approaching to come into view. Upstairs, Misako now had the attention of the two guards, who just made her outline in the darkness. “Come on girly. You should not be out of your cage.” Lotus took a deep breath, then started a sprint, her katana whirling, as she went to slash off the right hand of the first guard, with one swift stroke. The guard screamed as his gun hit the stone floor, his hand flipping alongside it, as Lotus went into another spin, and did a vertical slash with her blade, both hands gripping the tsuka, she sliced at the top of the head off the second guard, hoping to scalp him alive. <3>
LadyBelz: Pleased when Ayalah didn’t move a muscle, they stayed that way and through her goggles, watched as a second guard met up with Yavin just down the hall from them. “Yavin, is this drill?” the guard asked. “I do not think this drill, comrade. Get back upstairs, stay alert.” Yavin told him. The other guard nodded and headed off. Yavin decided to check Ayalah’s cell…he had a feeling that was where Boris had run off to. He passed within a few feet of the two women in the alcove, they could have reached out and goosed him. He continued on until he was out of sight and out of earshot. Gia waited a few more minutes before slowly removing her hand from where it covered Ayalah’s mouth. “You are armed, yes?” Gia whispered, the light of the goggles throwing Ayalah’s sweat-slicked face into sharp relief.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The woman’s voice was familiar, as the guard passed just within a hairs breath of them. You are armed, yes?” Gia removed her hand from Ayalah’s mouth, and Ayalah was ready to bite out in rage. “That fucker got in my cell…ugh, I can still feel his saliva on my clit. Ugh.”- she spun around and showed off the gun in her hand. “This is what I got for my troubles.”- she flicked her wrist, and then leered at the girl. “Get…me…the…fuck…out…of …here” Her voice hoarse from not having used it much in the past month. Coming down the stairs, Ira could hear someone coming back up. ~FUCK!~ He swore internally, backing to a wall, and then holding his firing arm out and pointed, ready to shoot the person who came around the winding staircase. :: The man who had just lost the top of his head, was showing off a sliced opened portion of his brain, as he sank to his knees, twitching and bringing up blood and vomit. It was a disgusting sight, as the Lotus went back into a defensive stance, her blade dripping in the crimson blood of her victim. The guard with the missing hand, was flailing about, blood spurting out upon the floor. <3>
LadyBelz : – “Get…me…the…fuck…out…of …here” Gia heard the woman growl. Nodding, she took the woman’s hand and after checking to see that the coast was clear, began leading Ayalah toward the stairs…Meanwhile, Yavin had reached Ayalah’s cell and the beam of light illuminated the dead guard laying in the hall, a single gunshot wound to the temple telling him more than enough. “Boris?” he hissed, getting a firm grip on his gun. He didn’t hear a sound from Ayalah’s cell and grew worried. “Boris? You better be dressed, you sonofabitch!” Yavin growled, stepping over the dead guard. He shined his light into the open door of Ayalah’s cell and froze in stupefied shock. Boris’s sightless eyes stared back at him, a congealing pool of blood turning the left side of his face into a crimson mask. He fumbled for his radio and clicked it on. “T47 to T3, come in!” he hissed. There was a short burst of static. “T3 here, report.” Yavin could not tear his eyes away from Boris’s dead body. “Boris is dead. The girl has escaped…and she is armed.” Yavin reported, tearing his eyes away and heading back toward the stairs. “Copy, T3! Get back up top! We need those lights back on!” was the reply. “I’m heading for the power breakers now. Out!” Yavin took off at a run, knowing that they needed to get things back under control before Yuri returned or they were all dead men.
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the stair well, Wolf could make out the approaching of possibly a guard’s footsteps coming closer around the winding staircase. With his arm stretched out and aimed, at the shadow that was getting closer and closer to his position, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. This could be Ayalah trying to escape, or possibly a guard. He would not know until he pulled the trigger. But the person was in a hurry, since the lack of power, meant the darkness was the ally of the enemy. Sure enough, as soon as the guard rounded the bend, Wolf took aim and then blasted two bullets, in rapid succession, going right through the forehead of the unlucky guard. The entire back section of his skull was blown off, and splattered, caking the wall behind him with matted hair, skin and skull fragments. The dead guard’s knees buckled, and he fell backwards, going down the few stairs, till coming to a stop, his blood continuing to flow down each step. Wolf lowered his arm and then leapt over the dead man’s legs and continued on to the ground floor, where he was sure to run into…the other guard who called in a report. But where was Ayalah? <3>
LadyBelz: As the two women headed for the stairs, there was the report of gunfire above them. Gia froze, waiting, the grip she had on Ayalah’s hand going tight. There was a thudding noise and a dead guard fell at their feet, a large hole in his head. Gia’s gun went up, hoping Ayalah’s did the same behind her. A moment later, an armed man stepped into the light of her goggles and her finger clenched on the trigger. Gia wasn’t familiar with all of Yuri’s guards and assumed he was one, trying to recapture her charge. Gia scowled darkly and took aim. “One more step and I kill you dead.” Gia hissed, the cocking of her gun loud in the near silence of the dungeons…Yavin heard the distant shots and swearing, he headed back toward the stairs at a run, hoping he got there in time to stop whatever was happening. Mentally, he cursed Yuri for making the dungeon halls so fucking long on either side, almost a mile between the cells and the stairs.
CharlotteCarrendar:- “One more step and I kill you dead.” Gia hissed, holding her gun out towards the oncoming Wolf, who heard her all too clearly. He just came into view, still wearing the night vision goggles, and then on recognising the pair, a broad smile broke out upon his face. “Whose afraid of the big bad Wolf, eh? Not you Gia, surely. I see you got Ayalah. Nice. Now, put the gun down, I would like to get out of this mess in one piece.”- Ayalah almost died when she realised who it was. The sound of his voice, was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. “Ira..”- Ira reached out and gave her face a small slap. “In the flesh….now come on, let’s get up the stairs. Lotus is on her own, with who knows how many guards.”- Upstairs, Lotus now had the attention of another guard, who had heard the cries of the ones she had felled. “Bitch…Yuri will be having you fuck his dogs!” He held up a torch and a gun, and he fired the gun towards her right shoulder. <3>
LadyBelz: Ah, the infamous Wolf. Gia breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her gun. She could feel some of the tension leaving Ayalah upon his appearance, through the hand she still held. “You must go now. There is another guard here and he is sure to have heard the gunshots. I will hold him off as long as I can. They do not know I work for Uri so my cover must not be blown. Go up the stairs, take a left when you reach the top, you will come the servant’s hall. Follow that, it will bring you straight to the garage. Keys for the cars are beside the door. I never saw you.” With those instructions, Gia turned away from them and headed back into the darkness to wait for Yavin. She quickly removed her goggles and slipped a black mask over her head so her face was covered before slipping the goggles back on. She made sure her gun was loaded and found a niche that gave her a full view of the hall leading to the girls’ cells. They could still be heard banging on the doors, hoping to be let free. For now, her only priority was keeping Ayalah out of Yuri’s clutches. She’d worry about the rest later. Rapid footsteps echoed up the hall and Gia, fully known amongst Uri’s men as The Shadow, blended into the shadows of her name and waited…
CharlotteCarrendar:- Wolf was still grinning, though he took a step back so he could check down the corridor for the oncoming of another guard. The screams and cries of the other women however, did bother him some and he wondered, would they ever be freed. But they were simply not his problem for now. Gia, ever the professional, gave her orders, as she decided to stay undercover, rather than risk exposure. You must go now. There is another guard here and he is sure to have heard the gunshots. I will hold him off as long as I can.’- Ayalah and Wolf listened carefully to her instructions. She was truly one of God’s angels, in this case, and Wolf took her into a hug, before releasing her to go back to previous location. Watching her go, Wolf seized Ayalah’s free hand and jerked it forward. “Now we go…come on.”- Ayalah nodded and followed him back up the stairs, but she just wanted to follow Gia’s instructions, and not worry about the Lotus. To her, that is what Lotus was there for. A distraction. :: The bullet whistled through the air, and hit Lotus at the top of her right shoulder, causing her to wince and buckle over, losing the grip of her katana, which fell from her hand with a dull clunk upon the stone floor. Seeing the Japanese assassin wounded, the Guard ran at her, ready to tackle her to the ground. <3>
LadyBelz: From the darkness, Yavin appeared in her goggles and she took aim, firing two shots into the dirt at his feet. Yavin stopped dead in his tracks before quickly backing away and taking cover behind the open door of one of the empty cells. He cursed the lights being out as he couldn’t see a fucking thing. Taking a breath and hoping for the best, he took aim and fired into the dark. Gia felt one of the bullets wing past her face, nearly grazing her skin through her mask and she scowled. That bastard had taken a potshot at her! Fuck that! She took aim and fired, embedding two slugs in the steel door he was hiding behind. Yavin heard the pings as metal struck metal and he hit the floor, kissing dirt before he realized that the door had stopped the bullets’ momentum. Now he was pissed. Hunched down, he ducked around the door and fired, just as Gia fired back. The flare from the gun gave away her general position and he fired again. Gia had to duck backward as the bullet struck the wall where her head had been positioned. Now she was well and truly pissed. Meantime, the guards were running about like scared babies, trying to figure out where the shots were being fired from. What none knew was that there were automatic weapons, set on timers, in the bushes surrounding the fence [think “Aliens” when they set the guns up in the hall outside the room they were hiding in]. They were set to fire short bursts every 5 minutes. The Captain had whatever men he could round up firing back and taking cover, but it was hard to see what you were shooting at when there were no lights, not even moonlight. “Somebody get those fucking lights back on!” he screamed.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The pair hot footed it up the stairs, going round and round the twirling stair case, till finally reaching the top, where Wolf was looking to the right direction, where the sounds of gunfire and men screaming could be heard. Lotus was out there fighting for her life, trying to take down all the guards, and he knew he made a promise to her, to come find her once they had Ayalah free. Ayalah, had other ideas. She knew the directions that Gia had given had to be correct, and she said to Wolf. “Come on…Gia said to go left toward the servant’s hall. That is the way to freedom.” Wolf on the other hand, had other ideas. “I promised Lotus, to come get her.” This was when Ayalah raised her gun to his face. “No…you are going to come with me now. My father knew what he was doing sending her. She is the Lotus, and she will do her job. *Ayalah sneered angrily* “Saving me… Now come!”- She truly was the Viper after all. Venomous; and deadly. :: In the other part of the building, Lotus was doubled over, with her left hand unseen. The right shoulder bleeding profusely from the gunshot wound to her shoulder. The guard made the bolt, charging straight at her, when all of a sudden, her head flicked up just enough to see those cold eyes, as she flicked forward her left arm. She released two hira shuriken from her fingers, which found purchase, one in his left eye, the other in his forehead. With blood blurring his vision, he staggered about, as she quickly knelt to retrieve her blade with her left arm. Lotus screamed and ran at him, thrusting her katana right through his chest. Held up against him with her body, he twitched and jerked as she kicked him back off her, and he slid back off her blade. Another down…but Lotus was wounded…and needed to escape. <3>
LadyBelz: Yavin and Gia had been shooting at each other for almost 10 minutes and she was running out of ammo. She needed to get back to her room in the servant’s wing before they discovered her missing. Checking her last clip, she saw that she had two rounds left. She had to make them count if she was going to get out of this unscathed. Peeking around the niche, she saw Yavin hadn’t removed his leg from her view. Taking aim, she fired off her last two rounds, praying they hit their marks. Blood exploded and Yavin screamed in pain as the bullets sunk into his thigh and foot respectively. He fell backward, dropping his own gun in the process and that was her cue to run. She took the stairs two at a time, reaching the top as another guard came into the room to see why it was taking so long to get the lights back on. Without stopping, she drew her blade and sliced his throat, the man dead before he even knew what had happened. Into the hall she ran, coming upon Wolf and Viper facing one another, the gun in Ayalah’s hand ready to fire. “I thought I told you to leave!” Gia scowled, angry at the whole situation. This was not going how she planned. She could hear a guard screaming just down the hall. “It is only a matter of time before they get the lights back on, you need to leave. Now!” Gia pulled a second blade from her belt and threw it with deadly accuracy toward Ayalah. Whether the woman moved or not was another story.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Lotus’s right shoulder had dropped slightly; the blooded wound clearly visible through her torn fight suit. The pain was excruciating, but she had to see past it, if she was going to get out of this alive. Making it past her third victim, she could hear the rapid gunfire coming from outside, along with the shouts of the men, trying desperately to get the lights back on, so they could see their foe clearly. Thinking that Ira must have Ayalah by now, she headed in the direction she recalled him taking, but with all the noise and distractions, she was now incredibly alert to whoever might come around a corner and fire at her. Would Ira leave her to die? :: In the entrance to the stairs, Gia found Wolf and Viper squared off, and let it be known that this was not the plan at all. “I thought I told you to leave!” Ayalah shot a look at Gia and then snarled. “Oh but we are.”- Ira was still in two minds, but then Gia screamed. . “Now!” Drawing out a blade and throwing it in deadly accuracy towards Ayalah, who leapt just shy of it, as it tore the side of her arm. Ripping her skin open. “RRAAWWWRR! I will get you for that.” She then gripped Ira’s arm and attemped to drag him with her up the hall towards the servants hall where she seized the keys to one of the cars. Wolf was protesting. “You can’t do this!”- Ayalah simply laughed. “I bet you fucked her too. Nearly all of Daddy’s boys do.” She then pointed the key at a porches’, which beeped with its lights flashing, and she ran for the driver’s side door. <3>
LadyBelz: The knife zipped by Ayalah’s arm, drawing blood, but the blade imbedded itself into the head of the guard that had been coming up behind her, ready to shove his own blade into Ayalah’s back. Ayalah for her part grabbed Wolf and dragged him to the garage, his protests futile. Gia watched them go, but at the name of Lotus, turned back the way she had come to look for the famed Lotus Flower. If Ira had promised to get Lotus out, then Gia would take his place and do just that. She removed her blade from the guard she had killed and went in search of Lotus. It was then the lights came back on, their brightness ripping through her night vision goggles. With a scream, she ripped them from her head, covering her eyes with her hands. “Fuck!” she hissed. She was now vulnerable. Luckily she had kept her mask on, hiding all her facial features except her eyes. But any guard who saw her now would assume she was one of the ones who were attacking and shoot her on sight. Feeling her way, she found a place to hide until her vision could correct itself. The wait was excruciating. Five minutes later and the spots slowly faded from her view until she could see again. Checking the hall, she eased out of her hiding spot and went in search of Lotus.
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. <3>
EricHeymour: *A roar of wind bursts through the tunnels of the cave I speed through them with Natassia over my shoulder. I spread my wings from their narrowed shape as soon as I enter the main area of the cave, this action prings me to a stop and I land gently on the floor, I simply drop Natassia on the floor next to me and await the return of my General as I walk towards my throne, and sit. Begins mumbling to himself and doesnt even notice Ashe is still here*
CharlotteCarrendar: -They say…Legends are but myths, words of cackling old spinsters around the roaring campfires of the darkest glens, but I tell you, that there are legends amongest you. Hark! What is that sound? Yes, the thunder of horses hooves, slamming into the rocky roads that lead to this dark and treacherous castle of doom. A black stallion…over twenty five hands high, a mane flowing long, and a swishy tail, ~swish Swishity swish~…the mount of the Black Knight. We see…we hear the roar of the beast man beneath the armour, forged from the very pits of hell. Snorting, the horse gallops through the chilled night air, its nostrils flaring, hooves stained in dried blood. Through the slits in his helm, eyes of fire, stare out, his face partially obscured, but wait…is he without skin? YES, he is the most evil..most foul…Destructor of Kingdoms, Lover of over twenty thousand maidens, (yes, he’s been busy, and the wielder of the sword of Kraken. Coming closer now…oh ye peasents and small traders. Virgins be locked up, and Knights, you may as well fall on your swords, for the Black Knight…has come for you!- <3>
Xersic: A mere five meters away from the thrones, the ground would begin to crack slightly. Beams of light emitted from the fissure in the ground causing the cracks to widen to about three feet wide and five feet long “I hate this thing, I hate this thing, I HATE this thing!” Cross’ low growling voice shot out from the portal in the ground as he climbed out. the placement of where he walked out was never desierable, but it still got him where he needed to be. His hands, now back to normal, brushed the rubble from his shoulder “Coming out Cistri? Or do I need to fish you out of there?”
Vynasha: A red glow, the size of a human body would appear in the middle of nowhere, within lands unknown, Her form appears slowly, Naked… Just for a moment, from the ground beneath her feet millions of Black Widow Spiders appears crawling up her feet and body, the spiders itself becoming her dress, covering her naked body, becoming her hair and wings, even her crown… All formed by the spiders she controls… On her right hip she held a pouch, inside the pouch were thousands of souls she has collected throughout her years, on her wrist would appears hanging chains, the same chains she escaped from the cave with long ago… She was of no harm for the woman only seek a place to rest, perhaps a place where she might not be feared and accepted, she was indeed unusual, she blinks as she looks upon her surroundings, rocks even held perfectly above her as she begins to walk, her heels were heard from a distance….
NefariousCsitri: Csitri hopped out of the portal quickly. “Oh, don’t tease Cross, I might like it.” She laughed, joking obviously. She considered Cross to be her best friend, her very close friend. He was a strong warrior and a damn good ally. She smiled slightly as she stretched up onto her tip toes. The Nightmare Demon turned to her friend energetically. “We definately have bigger fish to fry my friend, Natassia is the tip of the ice berg, though I was under the impression we were going to kill them all, apparently not.” She smirked slightly. “As long as I get to kill Hellena, that bitch..she will not get away with everything she said to me.” This made the demon chuckle gently.
EricHeymour: *He would lift his head and end his mumbling as he hears the clicking of the heels the new commer wears. He would rise out of his seat to investigate the sound*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Pulling back hard on the reigns, the massive clysdale came to a sudden stop, but then reared up, the Black Knight’s long onyx coat drapping on the ground behind as the horse pawed at the air wildly, its head nodding. Landing back down, it flicked out its tail in protest, as the Black Knight dismounted, right leg swung over as he gripped his saddle. For a few moments, silence, aside from the horse’s snorts in anger. No sign of stable boys, or virgin milk maidens ready to take his mighty steed. Clicking his tongue, his horse walked on slowly now to the stable, as the Black knight sneered beneath his helm. “Tonight…I feast upon the flowers of ripe virgins….for I am…the Black Knight!”- Striding towards the front doors, he boldy mounted the front steps and promptly slammed his powerful gauntlet againest the aging wood. “OPEN THE RUDDY DOORS, YA SCUM!” <3>
Vynasha: Vynasha continues her steps as she felt the aura of someone approaching which made her stop, the spiders blend in so perfectly from a distance it was barely seen, only up close that is visible…. She would look at the direction of the aura she felt, te beings soul was strong which made her hungry, yet she will not disrespect the home she visits as she then continues her steps but this time very slowly, stumbling upon him……
ModifiedSanity: Rubbing her tired eyes, the pale female trailed up the rugged path in her sturdy boots as a slow yawn broke from her lips. By now she was overly done with walking the entire damn way, but it was her own damned fault for being thrown by her own horse. The mare was most likely on it’s merry way back home, exactly where Khloe was trying to avoid for a short period of time. Flicking back a strand of pearly white hair from her oddly crystalized blue eyes, the apparently young humanoid elemental strode up the advancingly steeper hill with a soft grumble under her breath. Perhaps she would have been able to force her way up the hill by displacing the air around her, but oddly enough that would have taken even more effort than just whining to herself as she trudged up the path into the widely opened caverns before her. “Damned skittish little buggar… ruining my dress… probably fattening up on oats as we speak.” She half muttered, half snarled as she brushed some of the dirt still clinging to her body.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Ripe…sweet, met with the faint scent of a woman’s musk. The Black knight sniffed the air. “Ahaha..they deliver. Good lads.”- He turned from where he stood at the door, and saw the woman’ approaching, ripped dress, a bit roughed up looking, but oh, winter white hair, that had the Black Knight’s loins awaken, as you heard the dull ~thunk~ from beneath his spikey cod piece. “M’lllladddy. Fancy bedding with a legend…for I am..*he suddenly strikes a pose*…The Black Knight!” <3>
Vynasha: Vynasha would look upon the man, his soul was indeed powerful, she felt it before him reaching her… She would bow her head in respect to the man as he spoke, she realized his lips were not moving as his voice echoes within the walls of such a magnificent place… Her spiders were still forming upon her body, her necklace and earrings, her gloves as well, everything upon her being was spiders… She would then look at the man as she stands firm, the last thing form by her spiders was her weapon, Her bow and Arrow which slowly formed upon her back as words would escape her lips…. “Evening My Lord, My name is Vynasha Kynoviz…. My Title, do not speak of it much for I am more of a warrior than a queen, and well… seeking a place to rest if i may?”
ModifiedSanity: Looking up from the ground that she had been grumbling at, the female stared at the black armored and brassy sounding man standing right in her path. For a moment she said nothing, her expression perfectly blank before she took in a slow breath. “…You have got to be kidding me.” She declared in an almost defeated tone. Giving a tiny little shake of her head, she turned directly on her heel and started down the path, her hands shooting up into the air. “I’m going home! Done. I’m done.”
EricHeymour: *Senses three more precenses and looks away from the woman he just appraoched. He looks towards the entrance to the cave and raises an eyebrow in curiosity. He then points back into the cave and hollars into it without turning his gaze.* CSITRI! TEND TO THIS GUEST WHILE i INVESTIGATE THE NEW COMERS OUTSIDE! *He nods to the woman in front of him and walks by her quickly leaving the cave, comming upon three beings outside*
CharlotteCarrendar: – The “afternoon delight” as it were, was not as pleased to see the Black Knight, as he was to see her. As she said, “You’ve got to be kidding me?’ – He replied haughtily, “Yes…I am too good to be true in the flesh.”- He placed both huge gauntlets upon his mighty hips, and gave a good forward hip thrust, where his spikey cod piece made a loud ~DONG!~ Course, the fact the woman was turning away, and trying to make her get away with hands in the air in protest, this only excited the Black Knight all the more. “Fiesty! She wants to play chasey!…Cinamon!…Round up the damsel!”- The horse poked its large head out of the stable and raised an eyebrow..(yes, this horse has one) and then cantered out of the stable and abruptly pulled up in front of the maiden. This would hopefully give the black Knight a chance to catch her up. He strode across the courtyard chortling “Once you’ve had black…you never go back!” <3>
ShouRose1: -not too soon after the bear fell from the girl’s head, she looked down at the little white bear that now lays on the ground, a gentle sigh coming from her lips, hot breath fogging up the see through paccifyer for a moment before she reached out and picked up the small white bear, speaking softly aginst the thing in her mouth, pressed aginst her lips while her teeth sunk into the silicone, but her pointed teeth did not peirce the material, she just spoke gently. Her soft tone becoming muffled “Come here Mister” her child-like slur deffantly showing through as she picked up the toy, now holding it aginst her black top softly and protectivly, watching the one who calls himself the Black Knight make a fool oof himself in silence-
Vynasha: She thinks and looks at her hands, a few spiders crawls over her palms as it was absorbed by her skin….
ModifiedSanity: Another horse, once again coming to disrupt the rest of her day by just handing her over to the… that man. Her crystalized eyes narrowed at the sight, but she remained steady in her path and her shoulders stayed straight as she came right at the horse who cut in front of her. Almost to the point of walking smack into the beast, Khloe dipped under and strode right beneath the horse, coming out on the other side of it with a fluidity that was impressive. Calling out over her shoulder, she almost had a tiny smile on her lips just from the sheer silliness of the situation. “Go chase for a bar maid or something that’ll be more easily impressed by your.. ‘Dong’.” She imitated the sound his codpiece had made, attempting not to laugh along with it.
EricHeymour: *Upon Hearing her speak these words, he enters her mind with a roar and also appears infront of her, his multiple personalities now conjoined as one, enraged. He begins to speak, actually yell at the top of his lungs.* I KNOW WHAT I HIRED!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!!! *His words are heard both from her hears and within her own mind. they are loud, shrieking* I- he suddenly stops as War takes over again* Stop. *the word comes from his lips smoothly as the anger in his eyes subsides. He walks back to Vynasha.*
CharlotteCarrendar:- “My dong has had many a barmaid, M’lady, and while I do fancy those that smell like rum….I do like the smell of your…buttocks.”- he watches her dart under the horse and away, and this has him roar with laughter. “Last time I seen a woman go under my horse, it was not to play games! You wiley minx…come give ol’ Blackie a kiss” -you could hear him puckering up behind his helm. He then broke into a jog, his sword clattering behind his back, and being he was such a big fellow, he caught her up in a few strides. “Right we do this the hard way or the easy way.” and with that he went to reach around her waist, to throw her over his shoulders” <3>
EricHeymour: *He looks to her, noticing the spider crawling on her cheek and speaks in a deep, commanding, sure voice* I am sorry you had to see that, M’Lady. It will not happen again for the duration of your stay. *He would bow to the woman, and then holds his hand outwards towards the throne room.* this way, Madam.
ShouRose1: -a gentle whimper escaped through the child’s throat as she watched the fool of a knight make it worse for himself. But as he chased her again and made a attept to reach for the female’s waist, the little one quickly stood and made a running dash twards the entrance of the near-by cave, where she saw others standing for a moment. Knowing that if she slipped inside, she might be able to avoid the chaos-
Vynasha: She would nod and follow though she spoke softly… “This is your domain, you may do as you wish my lord”
ModifiedSanity: “Blackie.” She scoffed under her breath, still keeping the steady pace that had increased with the man currently chasing after her “buttocks”. Basically… she was trying to run away from the man, because in all the years in her father’s house, there had never been a personality such as this around to prepare her for it. So the moment his arm circled around her waist, the teenaged woman’s eyes widened and she stiffened up like a board. Her head snapped around to look at him, and her lower lip trembled a little bit before she took in a deep breath and cried out “I NEED AN ADULT!”
NefariousCsitri: Csitri’s head turned at the commotion. “Eh?” She said boredly. She had thought all along the snow-haired lass was an adult. Oops? “Why? Can’t find the bathroom? I don’t think we have one.” It was clear the General wasn’t going to be much help she just stood there in front of the thrones with a null expression, fury rolling around her like a tidal wave.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Well, it was a pretty easy catch, the girl went as stiff as an iron board with a face to match. But when her lip, the bottom one trembled and she screamed out “I NEED AN ADULT!” the Black Knight came to a stop, in fact it was the kind of words that made a man’s dick limp. “You’re not a woman, e’ gad…you’re a child. Ew. Your flower I do not wish to defile!”- He promptly set her down, and then shrugged, patting her on the head. “Let this be our little secret. Here…have some gold…have my ring…just, don’t tell the authorities” -he begged. <3>
EricHeymour: *He looks to Vaynasha as he sees the unconscious body on the floor and remembers what he was doing. His facial Expression changes to that of a plain look, neither happy nor mad or sad. He was just…plain. He looked to Vynasha and spoke to her* I have some…business to take care of as you have come at a time of war for me. Please, if you would do me the kindness of waiting outside the cave for a while?
Vynasha: Her body stops for she was following him until he had asked her to wait outside, she knew that something was happening and she was not allowd to enter yet… nodding in understanding and respect she steps back and turns, spiders crawling through her hair as she thinks to herself that perhaps she has come in a bad time…. she reaches back to the rocks and awaits a bit, yet thinks it best to return another time…..
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EricHeymour: *He would bow to the woman* Excuse me please. *He then rises and walks over to the body, lifting it back over his shoulder and turns to the gapping hole that is the entrance to the throne room. If it could be called a room. He waves his hand at it and as he does, a dark black magical barrier covers it, blocking vision and sound.*
ModifiedSanity: His automatic disgust was a bit insulting, but the relief from him putting her down was much more apparent as she stood still and stared up at him. There was a hint of begging in his tone as she was offered basically anything to shut her trap… and there in was the hole that he went and shoved his foot into. Keeping her lower lip at a strategic pout, Khloe sniffled loudly and then raised an eyebrow at him. “How much are you willing to pay?” This time, her tone was that of a sly woman who knew exactly what she was after.
Vynasha: After waiting a bit, she felt hungry, Her spiders would crawl back down her body slowly leaving her naked as she entered, the glow then captivates her skin as she vanishes within the very air, as she disappears a few of her spiders were left behind as they turned to dust, they are not able to live outside of her body…. {
EricHeymour: *He sits the body on one of his thrones, then, taking his right hand index claw, he touches it lightly to her temple and, after it glows for a short second, he speaks to her.* Wake up Natassia. *still speaking as War*
PrcsNatassiaArythiss: ~She wakes up looking at them wondering why they brought her here~
CharlotteCarrendar: – That cheeky little wench, that definate trickster, her subtle ways, her feminine gaze. She was going to make him pay for his error, and then it dawned on him and he smiled back with a grin. “Well now, I have in my cellar, back at the Castle Drak, a bloody big pile of gold, and treasure beyond your wildest dreams, and you know what, I will give you the key.”- he reaches around his neck and pulls off a chain that bore a gold key and swung it before the girl. “All yours….just let me show you the way, on board my horse Cinamon, and you be the richest girl in all of Bath.” – Would she accept such a tempting offer? <3>
ModifiedSanity: Staring at him blankly, the elemental answered in a deadpan tone. “I’m not supposed to ride with strangers.” She also wasn’t a fool enough even get on his horse, much less follow him to his home. Khloe wasn’t gonna ride anything of this knight’s.
EricHeymour: *He rises from her and turns on a pivot placing his back to her.* You are now a prisoner of War Princess….literally. *He chuckles lightly and then continues* I wish to use you to draw out your sister…Hellenna and the other one…your twin…um…Narkissa, correct? *he begins to pace* Once they come, I will be waiting…and i will kill them before you very eyes and absorb their power as I have done to many before. Then, I will drain you of your will, as my brother Dread replaces what I take with…well, dread. I will make you my slave, to do my EVERY bidding. And when your mother comes, you will watch I slay her before your very eyes as well…*He turns back to her, smilling.*
CharlotteCarrendar: – That out of the way, the girl some harmless stray, he pulled back his hand with the golden key and tucked it away. “Right then, that’s that. Even steven, since you would not be so willing to accept my bribe. Off you go then, go on, go…make a daisy chain, or whatever it is you kids do.”- Dismissing her with not another word, he turned and then marched back towards the castle doors, to see what lay within. His cape of onyx swept up the dirt and he huffed uncomfortably beneath his cod piece. “Prick tease.” <3>
SorrowfulDemise: -the rain beat down on the ground furosiusly as the sky flickered with beams of light, the deep bellow of thunder raged throught valley as wind picked up and blew violently against the leafy trees. The male ran through the elements soaked from head to toe his illuminated blonde hair drenched fixed to his pale brow as he ran, his crimson coat flailing in the wind and his black leather boots covered in mud spashed the moisture on the ground as he pelted through the meadow. Looking up he noticed a cave, giving no thought to it he focused his attention there and took shelter. Tilting his head to one side he reached his hand up and began wiping the hair from his brow, turning on his heels his ears picked up the slight murmer of voiced coming within the cave. Feeling uneasy he began to hense forth unknowing of what lay inside, calling out with his deep husky voice he patiently waited for a responce- “…Who goes there…”
EricHeymour: *His smile retreats from his lips and he returns to his plain facial expression* she is of Royal blood…is she not?
PrcsNatassiaArythiss: ~nods at war~ but she still my twin war i couldnt let you do that to her nor the rest but since right now i do not have a say so over the matter ill just sit here ~she looks down at the cave floor~
ModifiedSanity: “Then I’ll have your ring if you really want me to keep to myself about it.” She called after him lightly, raising her hand to her face to check on the quality of her nails. Glancing up from them for a moment to see if she had caught his attention again, she smiled a tiny bit. “Or I could just mention how much you loved my buttocks to the authority.” One thing her little sister was able to teach her, it was how to make a dig at someone. Khloe would have to thank Ray at another time for that, and certainly if she did manage to snag something out of the whole blunder.
EricHeymour: *He smiles at her* You not only have no say in the matter…you have no choice. *He quickly walks to her, raises his hand at her, and swings it down hard upon the left side of her face. she flies across the cave, slamming into the wall across the gap, and then falls to the floor of the lower level, he walks slowly over to the edge and leaps off, landing in front of her. He grabs her by the throat and slams her into the wall, then speaks* You are a prisoner and a slave now, girl. You will do WELL to remember your place.
PrcsNatassiaArythiss: ~She gets on her knees~ Yes master… ~she says it like she didnt want to say it at all~
LynnDarkBloodRose: A young vampire girl enters the castle grounds. Shes scared and lost. She slowly walks up the the castle doors and knocks. “May I come in? I’m lost and very cold.”
SorrowfulDemise: -The enigmatic male made his way deeper into the cave, the sheer rock glistened from the lightning that flashed uncontrollably outside. The voices became louder as he pursued further. His heart began to pulsate deep and hard as he looked up to see five stranges stood about talking on what looked like a plynth, climbing the makeshift stone steps he approached them, taking a deep long inhale and swollow- “…Excuse me were you caught in the storm also?” -He walked towards them slowly with a nervous disposition-
SorrowfulDemise: -Waves his hands in the air as he begins to think he has become invisible-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Now it was one thing to reject the Black Knight, but a whole new ball game, when the cheeky slapper, was now asking for his ring, as payment for her silence. “MEEEH!’- he made an audible grunt, for this was seriously cutting into his time, to seize a woman of girth. “Right, and I will tell you now, you cheeky little sow. That ass of yours be smelling not to rosey, if you keep up this game. You rejected my first offer, and now you wish the Ring of Roxene?’- Upon his gauntlet he did indeed wear a ring, but he curled his fist and then with a punch the doors opened up and he marched on through. “Got some tart selling her wares out in the castle grounds. Sic the bloody hounds on her before I call the Four Mages of Sin!” <3>
LynnDarkBloodRose: Looks around the room in awe. “I’m a young vampire. I saw the recruiting sign”
LynnDarkBloodRose: well my M’ Lord looks like ive came in time. i have the power to heal
EricHeymour: *Sits in his throne and waves his hand* SLAVE! *points to the gound at his feet* COME!
ModifiedSanity: Clucking her tongue softly as he just puffed up and barged through the door instead, Khloe let her hand drop to her side. Definitely a disappointment… although more of an irritation when she heard the knight declaring through the doors about a tart outside. “Stingy AND a liar.” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “AND a grabby, dirty old man.” Not that she could expect much else, but it never hurt to try in the end. Glancing at the ground around her for a moment, Khloe took the time to settle down on the dirt path and pull her knees to her chest closely. All the better for her to appear smaller than she was, and goodness knew she was about to play that card to the best of her advantage.
LynnDarkBloodRose: -bows her head- were u addressing me Sir
EricHeymour: *HEARS THE STRANGERS WORDS* nO, i WAS SPEAKING TO MY SLAVE. i DO NOT EVEN KNOW YOU!
CharlotteCarrendar: – The voice of the young maiden out in the courtyard would fall on deaf ears, for he was annoyed enough by her behaviour, and was ready to smash the next woman he saw, then drag her off to some part in the castle and have rough sex with them on the floor. He did however hear, the booming sound of a male, one that was giving some slave girl hell. “Ah Ha. Now that sounds more like it. A man that gets what he wants. I shall present myself and see if he has other loose bits of tit hanging around. I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”- Brash and bold, he made his way forth till coming close to the throne area and proudly brought up his fist, his arm crossed his breast plate diagonally. “M’LORD…I AM THE BLACK KNIGHT!” <3>
VladeTepes: The crack of the whip the cries of the sick and still they continue the beatings they lick. The world is on fire a flame with desire with pain you build it and still it burns higher. Lust it secretes desire it meets across the plain in which it conquers the feats. The fire burns higher with lust and desire the pain it inflicts from the cracks of the whip. Lashes of love, lashes of pain, more and more coming, less and less sane. The blood it continues the slaughtering just. Flesh it shall open, the beast has awoken into the night he stalks with delight at the images of Sade before him. Quicker the hammer, sicker the clamor, as each head is splatter across the dimensions of the floor. Sicker it entices Quicker it devises in the shadows bearing night is where it erases. Faster in the night Sicken than respite more and more cause whimpers delight. In walks the beast faster it meets all of the beings inside with a glance.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Unfortunately for our hero in Black, the King of sorts vanished. ‘Well fuck…where he go?” And the slave girl, well she was a no show. “Curses, foiled again. Hmm…I wonder if the brothel is open this time of night. First the pub for a pie, and a bed for the night.”- So whistling to his horse, Cinamon, who trotted out of the stable, he strode back out the door, and gave the wee girly a sneer. “Hope you shrivel up and die from herpes.” And up on his horse he got, and with a kick in the horse’s flank, he rode off to the Chicka bow wow wow Ranch. “They will remember my name…when they scream that they are a cumin’ for I am Bernard …the Black Knight of Durbin!” <3>
ModifiedSanity: “… Bernard? Seriously?” She answered, mostly to herself since the ass had already left the stable into the poor, unsuspecting world. Jumping up onto her feet quickly, Khloe rolled her eyes over to the door, her exhaustion once again leaping up to take her over. The amusement for the moment was over, and sadly it didn’t leave her any richer for the small amount of trauma commited. Still, to either be wrapped up in accusations for being a hussy or just walking back home, home was once again the better option of the two. With a soft groan, she turned back from the mouth of the caverns, once again trudging on the roads. “Just as long as there aren’t any more damned knights…” She muttered.
VladeTepes: “When I was a youth in Ireland we drinked till we drowned. Now that Im in this old land I puke and drink another round. booze booze give me booze. booze booze give me booze. when i was five in history i found another keg. i chug till i fell to the ground my body nearly dead. i walk on over to this bunney lass and smile big and wide. till i bent right beside her and puked between her thighs. booze booze i need more booze. booze booze yeah! back in time when i was 12 i found meself a barrel i cracked it open and found some scotch the first i ever seen. i fell right in and chugged it up untill i looked around i spoted my old lady and she was being passed around the town. i got right up and turned around the worlds a spinning mess i fell upon my ass and crapped and took a piss. now im drunk and need more booze so buy me another round and lift ya shirts and flash me the girls are bouncing round. booze booze i need more booze booze booze yeah booze booze ill steal your booze anddrink it till i die. -hicup- i found me self a booze of bottle and chuger it down my shoe i bent right over and touched the ground to tie off me mouth…..” -hiccup-
MaylionCarrendar: The feeble-minded care, an excellent job for the housewives who are forced by the crisis to get back to work. It is an excellent job for the female macho men who want to show off. The Institute of Prague had an enchanted week behind it. There was a tense atmosphere by Doctor Morolo, but after his arrest the hospital calmed down. Everything went back to normal, but perhaps even better than normal. The patients shuffled through the hallways and more than 35% was even smiling. The nurses passed each other simply nodding and saying good morning without spreading the newest gossip on how Doctor Morolo’s mood was. The mental institute of Prague really had changed, for the better. Jerry walked through the hallway passing some of his favourite patients and either gave them a shoulder tab, or tickled them shortly to make them laugh. But he couldn’t stay long, he had to move on. There was this one patient who he had to see today, like he had to see her every day. Last week was a situation that could never happen again, and therefore when he reached Darlene’s door there were standing two wards in front of the door with their arm crossed, as if they were hiding the leader of Al Qaida. As jerry entered the room and the door got closed behind him he stared at the hospital bed where Darlene was sitting in. Her bed was covered with empty jello packages. Jerry sighed softly while shoving his hand in his white coat pocket. As soon as Darlene raised her head and noticed Jerry a gigantic smile appeared on her mouth while dropping the question she had been dropping the entire week. (Darlene) ‘’ is he coming today?! ‘’. As jerry fished another two jello’s from his pocket and threw them gently on her bed he shook his head and replied. (Jerry) ‘’ No, Darlene. You need to get better first, How’s your chest today? ‘’. Even though Darlene had heard this answer 5 or 6 times she still got slightly disappointed by it. (Darlene) ‘’ My chest is good, right? Can i go outside now? ‘’ Jerry glanced at the double doors that lead to the garden who were locked. He knew she would creepily stand outside in the garden with her hands around the fence the complete day to look out for Kraus. Why did he himself told Darlene Kraus was going to visit often?.. Why did Kraus said the same? (Jerry) ‘’ .. Fine. ‘’ Jerry opened the doors to the garden and helped Darlene out of her bed. Slowly but surely Darlene made her way outside and as predicted stood guard at the fence, waiting for a friend. Jerry had turned around and made his way back to restaurant area to gather more Jello’s. –
CharlotteCarrendar: – Out in the garden, there was a strange looking fellow, who was wearing a lab coat, his top pocket holding a pen keeper, and around his neck a toy stethoscope. On his head was a vintage flyer’s skull cap, that had the loose toggles hanging down, swinging back and forth, as he spun around and then skipped over to a sedated patient in a wheel chair and took out a toy rubber hammer. In a high pitch squeaky voice, he uttered. “I am…Doctor…Tom!….Let’s test that reflex..reflex…*cough*..I’m not sick…I’m a Doctor!” – the patient in the wheel chair did not even respond, to the request, and the mad medic tapped the knee of the patient with his toy hammer. There was no reaction. None at all. The mad medic scratched the side of his leather skull cap and frowned. “Most…intriguing. No reflexes. NURSE…this patient is dead. Next!”- The mad medic spun around and then with a rubber expression, he spotted Darlene being brought out and noticed how she went to the fence. Like she was looking for someone. The mad medic thought he could be of assistance. Striding over, in large silly man style, he came up to the fence, then mimicked how she stood. “Helllo?….Hello?….HELLO!”- He had the oddest face, with extruding front teeth, that were all parted, and dribble pouring down his chin. His right eye was lazy and kept taking off to the right then swirling back, before he blinked rapidly. “HELLO?!” he bellowed and then sucked in his bottom lip. “Hello…?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – She embraced the cold fence with her hands while staring at the deserted path that would first lead in the forest two miles and then lead straight to Prague. Darlene was still hoping somewhere in her mind that Kraus would be dressed as superman and fly over the fence. As she was trying to think and focus something annoying was talking in the distance. Something highly annoying.. The voice was way too high, and kept on talking about reflexes, and dead.. And then the annoying being seemed to come her way. As the man stood next to her screaming. “Helllo?….Hello?….HELLO!”. Darlene just moved her eyes in her eye sockets from the left to the right not being sure what the heck she should do, or how to react. She turned her head sideways while looking at this odd man dressed as a .. doctor? She stared at his cap and the his goggles hanging loose, the toy stethoscope.. his coat.. The guy kinda gave her the creeps for some reason but she wasn’t sure why. As he sucked his bottom lip and once again yelled hello, Darlene just turned her body facing his. (Darlene) ‘’ Who are you looking for?. ‘’ Darlene had been placed under a higher dose of medication to suppress her psychotic breaks, and more than ever she could think more straight. But thinking more straight also meant she could pull jokes. Darlene’s eyes suddenly opened up wide.. and kept just staring at the man. (Darlene) ‘’.. There are cave people living in the forest.. They like to kill doctor’s.. ‘’ With a smile being hold back she just whispered quietly to the man hoping he was just as stupid as he looked like. She couldn’t have him next to her while waiting for kraus. What if Kraus suddenly came to the fence.. he would be scared by this man. (Darlene) ‘’.. They’ll kidnap you.. and slaughter you, right?.. If I were you.. I’d run! Now yes?! ‘’ Ironically she nearly believed her own story herself.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Wow…this girl was good. Cave people? Kidnapping and slaughtering Doctors? Suddenly, he broke into a mammoth smile, and those teeth…those god awful stained yellow teeth. They were on full display. He gripped the fence and started to shake it vigorously. “I WANT TO SEE!!…Do they use clubs…do they hit with rocks? Do they…chew on our gizzards? Cause I read that gizzards ARE chewy. You met em? Did they take Doctor Morolo? He…He…He…*letting go of the fence a moment, he then turned around and pointed his ass at Darlene and flipped up his lab coat, exposing a daggy pair of pyjama bottoms. “He…doctored my bottom!” He gave it a quick rub and then smacked it with his rubber hammer. “OUCHIES…I said it hurt…I said it hurt.” Flipping the coat back over, he then stood upright and grabbed the fence again shaking it. “CAVEMEN…GIRLY SAID YOU DO BAD THINGS!!”- he then started guffawing with laughter and hiccupped, as a piece of snot oozed out of his right nostril, sickly green. “I’m a Doctor…I make you sick.” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: (Jerry) ‘’ What the .. ‘’ — He stood in the restaurant with his hands full with Jello while staring outside at the garden. He had noticed the Mad doctor approaching Darlene and now suddenly acting all weird .. — Wait? No patient acted normal, why was he surprised at all? He placed all his Jello on the table and decided to eat one himself while keeping his eye on the couple. Darlene had moved her leg slightly up and placed her arms in front of her body as if she was scared to be hit by a Fire hose. But this wasn’t a fire hose,.. this man was a hurricane. He could even talk more, and louder, and faster than she could. She tried to follow every word he said and watched how he had gripped the fence and started to shake it while showing his god awful yellow bucket teeth. He kept firing questions at Darlene and she tried to answer them. (Darlene) ‘’ yes.. no .. no Yes.. n.. Morolo? ‘’ As the mad doctor turned around to show her his ass and then talked about doctoring his bottom.. and slapped himself with a rubber hammer, Darlene only could think about the name Morolo. As the mad doctor grabbed the fence again and started yelling and have his nose get disposed of his green snot Darlene just waited until he finally had shut up. (Darlene) ‘’ Doctor Morolo is in jail right? With people who will hurt his butt just as bad as he hurt yours.. yes? .. ‘’ Darlene scratched the back of her head and pulled her long white t-shirt further down. Suddenly she knew what it would mean if that fence would come down.. she could see Kraus herself. she suddenly rose her head to The mad doctor and her eyes glistered of something that was called .. ‘’ a plan ‘’. (Darlene) ‘’ Yes ! you can break through the fence yes? And you can see them! ‘’ Now only she hoped that doctor mad was able to get that fence down if he had adrenaline pumping through his body, and do it fast before someone would find out.
CharlotteCarrendar: – “Break it? BREAK IT!!” Doctor “Tom’ suddenly got jittery and excited, like he was about to commit a great act. He took three big strides backwards, and then started jumping about like an Olympian sprinter, about to do the five mile dash. He flipped his head left and right, wiggling his hands, and then whooping, before turning to the other garden patients, and calling out. “Mexican wave…come on…like on the TELLY…I’m going to fly through the fence..to see the Cavemen!’- A few patients giggled, one burped, and the odd fart. An old lady clapped and then her arms shot up over her head. Frozen as she struck the pose, then fell backwards, feet in the air. Excited by the enthusiasm shown by the patients, he gave Darlene a wink with his lazy eye and then got down into the starter’s crouch, wiggling his sandal behind him, fingers deep into the grass. “On…my marks….get set….and……….and…and…SOMEONE YELL GO!” an old fart up the back wheezed and called out. ‘YO!” and off like a flash, Doctor “Tom” was like a rabbit, barrelling forward, leather skull capped head careening into the fence, which took the weight and then threw him back again. Flying back on his ass, he lay winded, while a few patients cheered his efforts. The lady who was also laying on her back muttered. “Can I put my arms down now?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – This man.. un-believable, Darlene stared at him while he pretended to be an top sports man who could bring down a fence of a mental institute on his own.. by just bumping into it. The other patients in the garden were getting loud and started to cheer.. but that would only attract attention. Normally Darlene would be the one being the idiot, but these medication she always refused to take were actually putting her on the bright side of life. But before she could either stop the mad doctor or the other patients from cheering and making noise and acting like the insane ones.. which they were anyway, the doctor had already thrown his body against the fence and was launched back in the grass. (Darlene) ‘’ No-no-no .. we need something better, alright? Get up yes? We need knifes.. and scissors! ‘’ Darlene slowly walked over to the doctor and reached him her hand to help him back up on his feet. Next to jerry another doctor stood.. eating from the pile of Jello that was laying on the table.. Next to him, another three nurses stood. It seemed like the commotion outside had attracted the attention of the staff. But they knew well that fence wasn’t coming down easily. Jerry just realized the staff members were eating from his pile of Jello he had collected for Darlene. (Jerry) ‘’ OI! — Those are my jel- ‘’ (Lupert) ‘’ SHHHHHH .. now look at that… ‘’. Jerry stared outside to surprisingly find the club of insane people standing in a circle while Darlene was waving around with a stick in her hand and pointing to the ground. Outside Darlene had gathered some patients who were mobile, and functioning. They had left out the patient in the wheelchair who was sitting outside of the circle of patients. Darlene explained softly while waving the stick in the air which for her made sense. (Darlene) ‘’ .. The cave men are in the forest yes? This doctor want to make them sick alright? We need to get the fence down. Gather supplies.. alright? Everything sharp! — Gather back here .. when .. when .. ‘’ Darlene tabbed her chin while thinking of something logical for these people. (Darlene) ‘’ Just get back here when you found something, alright? — and act normal! ‘’ She didn’t know how many of the patients actually understood and would follow her. But she had a priority now, a goal again.. And she would use every single one of them if she had too. –
CharlotteCarrendar: – Doctor “Tom” lay, staring up at the clouds that seemed to float effortlessly over head, while Darlene, seemed to be forming a posse of patients, to aid in breaking down the fence, once and for all. He glanced around at all the patients now huddled in around, as Darlene offered a hand up to get him to his feet. Why would a patient help him? He looked at her hand with a dizzy expression, still being slightly dazed from the impact of the fence on his head. After a bit, he took her hand and righted himself, only jumping on the spot and then moving his fingers along his lips making a brum sound. Brum Brum Brum. But back to Darlene and her wild schemes. ‘’ .. The cave men are in the forest yes? This doctor want to make them sick alright? We need to get the fence down. Gather supplies.. alright? Everything sharp! — Gather back here .. when .. when .. ‘’ she paused a moment and Doctor Tom made a barking sound. “BARK!” which was followed by her asking that the patients all act normal. But they all looked at each other. Normal, to the in patients, meant something entirely different. Suddenly they were all walking around, talking to themselves, one was trying to ballet dance, another got down on his hands and knees to eat grass, and then there was the lady in the wheel chair with her arms still up in the sky. “Can I put my arms down?” Doctor Tom sidled up to Darlene and then sniffed her. “What…is that…smell?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Believe it or not, Darlene felt proud of the bunch of idiots drooling around and acting like they always did. Watching how some patients crawled around on hands and knees, and the old lady who always had been noisy screamed something about her arms.. it gave Darlene a feeling of –.. nope she lost the feeling again. All she could kept thinking about was Kraus behind that fence.. standing there and waving at her, and gesturing her to come out and play in the world outside the mental hospital. The world she once hated because she was surrounded by the rich and the wealthy. . She could literally see kraus standing behind the fence.. His form, he was wearing his superman suit… big muscles, black weavy hair being blown backwards by the wind.. white teeth.. a smie.. his lips opened and closed forming the words ‘’ Whats that smell? “’ but she could actually hear those words coming from next to her. (Darlene) ‘’ Ehh– .. ‘’ She turned her head around to see doctor mad sniffing her. She didn’t actually.. She quickly lifted up her white shirt to look at her shorts hidden underneath it to look for brown stains, but she couldn’t see any. Before she answered doctor mad she turned around again quickly to look at the fence and see if Kraus was still standing there.. but he disappeared. she blinked a few times wondering where he could go. She then threw a glance at doctor mad and wondered what he was smelling. (Darlene) ‘’ .. Jello ‘’ Doctor mad seemed to be a perfect person to escape with together, as long as he believed there were still cave people in the forest, he would want to get out as badly as she did… atleast she hoped he did. (Darlene) ‘’ escape with me, yes? The cave people need you. I do too right? ‘’
CharlotteCarrendar: – Escape? Well, he just tried that and got a headache for his troubles. “They make fences…really tough. I thought I had it. I did. Jello…you smell of Jello? That’s better than Mister Mack, he smells like wet socks.” This crazy character, who was also clinically insane, whipped off his leather skull cap and showed off bright red ginger curls, that seem to come out of nowhere, having all been held down by his hat. “I..have a secret. See? I’m not really a Doctor. I just do that cause…cause…Butterfly!” Suddenly a bright yellow butterfly goes fluttering past and he goes skipping off to chase it, his coat flying about him. “Weeeee…butterflea….Weee…set me free.”- Passing one of the new staff members, who had just come out from the lounge, the Woman wearing a smart white uniform, with a silver badge with her name “Jackie” was observing the patient’s behaviour. There was just..one odd thing about Jackie. She…had a five o clock shadow. “Happy patients…my my. This is what I love to see.”- She was the replacement for Doctor Morolo….or should I say…He.<3>
MaylionCarrendar: Darlene tilted her head to the side while listening at the mad doctor who seemed to be talking more normal now. She knew what happened with patients who were suddenly talking more normal.. they were going to be taken away by tall handsome people who punch you in the chest. As he pulled of his cap she saw his ginger curls bouncing as they fell down. Then he said ‘’ I…have a secret. See? I’m not really a Doctor. I just do that cause…cause…Butterfly!’’ he then ran off to chase the butterfly. (Darlene) ‘’ Wait!.. what secret?! ‘’ Darlene stood up and tried to run after him while pressing her hand against her left boob. There was no other way she could think of to suppress the pain of her broken ribs. She passed the new staff member a bit later when she spoke. ‘’ Happy patients…my my. This is what I love to see. ‘’ Darlene had turned her head around while walking/stumbling/running half behind Dr Mad. Darlene stared at the woman with the .. clear rough tiny hairs on her chin. Darlene stopped and took a better look at the woman. She then turned her head around at Dr mad and tried to make him stop and also look at the fresh meat. (Darlene) ‘’ HEY GINGER, YES?! BEARD WOMAN 10 O’CLOCK!!! ‘’
CharlotteCarrendar: – The boy formally known as Doctor Tom, stopped dancing after the butterfly and then spotted the new head of Staff. Darlene also spotted her and then yelled out. ‘’ HEY GINGER, YES?! BEARD WOMAN 10 O’CLOCK!!! ‘’ Doctor Jackie Somersfeld, blinked as she heard the way Darlene spoke. Bearded woman? The Doctor rubbed her stubbled chin and then chuckled nervously. “I have…one too many male hormones. So forgot to wax this morning. Tee hee. Why, you must be Darlene. Yes, I have you on my charts to visit this morning. “ She then extracted a package from her coat pocket and handed it over. “This is for you. From a friend, I believe. “ She then breezed on and started to talk to other patients, while Doctor Tom waddled over and stared at the package. It was brown paper with a string tied around. Inside, was a Superman doll and a comic book. With a tag that said. “To Darlene, from Kraus.” He had thought of her, and somehow, got the parcel through, via Doctor Jackie. “Open it…..might be a bomb!”<3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Jerry had followed doctor Jackie outside with his stomach full of Jello just like his hands. As he heard Darlene screaming about a beard woman he nervously dropped his Jello in the gras . (Jerry) ‘’ Eeeeek!.. ‘’ He quickly re-collected all his jello and stood up straight while claiming a spot next to Doctor Jackie. Darlene stared at doctor Jackie not really thinking about her words were also being heard by the beard women herself. As Jackie pulled a package from her coat and told Darlene it was for her, from a friend Darlene just sprinted towards her ignoring the pain in her chest. Darlene just pulled the package from Jackies hand and stared at it wide a smile. (Darlene) ‘’ Kraus yes? It’s from kraus yes? He’s my friend.. a friend right? .. I never got a package.. I-i-i-i-i-i-i .. for me.. for me .. yes it’s for mee… ‘’ BAM OVERLOAD! Darlene placed her hand on top of her own head while staring down at the package in her hand. She tried to calm herself down but she was getting over excited. Jerry looked with a smile over at Darlene and the mad doctor who came to look at the package. he turned around to follow Jackie and offering her a tour around the mental hospital… and perhaps show her the empty shower cabins for the staff. He heard the words coming from the Mad doc his lips. “Open it…..might be a bomb!” Jerry turned around knowing those words weren’t smart to say. (Jerry) ‘’ Darlene don’t list– ‘’ But Darlene already had listened, and believed it. With a grunt she stuffed the package in dr mad his shirt and moved her arms forwards to push dr mad backwards with some force. She then just jumped sideways hoping to get as far away as possible from the upcoming explosion. As she jumped sideways she screamed (Darlene) ” BOOOOOOOOOOOMBBB!!! ” Jerry shook his head while opening up another jello.. (Jerry) ” please not another meltdown.. ”
CharlotteCarrendar: – Doctor Tom….was shocked that Darlene had shoved the brown package down his shirt, and then pushed him over as she jumped clear. ” BOOOOOOOOOOOMBBB!!! Darlene cried out. Tom panicked and then tried to tear his shirt open, panicking and wailing till he felt the hardness of the Superman action figure. He stopped squirming around and sat bolt upright. Taking the package out of his crumpled shirt, he placed it to his ear and shook it. No tick toc. Hmm. Darlene had taken off, and so, he decided to be brave and open it up. Tearing back the paper, he then saw that it WAS a Superman collectible, an expensive one too. When he took out the comic book, his jaw hit the floor, figuratively. “Oh…my …god….this..is …a…number…356!”- Making himself comfortable on the lawn, he tenderly opened the first page, and started to read the Amazing adventures of Superman, while the other patients, came around to listen. Doctor Jackie chuckled and then patted Jerry’s arm. “See…wonderful patients. Now, how about a tour?” <3>
The simple pleasures in life; Dix’s and Demetrios’ daily stories.
The party’s over
Players:
CharlotteCarrendar
iShatteredSanity
iShatteredSanity: -The call that Demetrios did not answer and the message on his inbox, they did make Demetrios feel a bit uneasy. Sitting back down on the rug, right next to Dixie, he looked at the flames in the fireplace while shaking his head a few times.- “I swear, someone is pulling pranks. It cannot be explained.” –Demetrios muttered and sighed deeply. Surely, Alexandros was more than capable to take care of himself no matter what the situation, but Demetrios had that weird feeling, that tingling and shivering down his spine that something was really wrong. Damn… Vacation was over…-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was smirking as she lay, dreams of her and Demetrios, and the wonderful trip they had so far. Cookies, Cookies….Cookies. But suddenly she opened her eyes, and looked up to see Demetrios just sitting on the rug, looking worried, and muttering under his breath. Dixie couldn’t understand what could be wrong, and pushed herself up to sitting. “Baby, what’s wrong?”- Course she was still naked from earlier, and she reached for a cushion to cuddle, and somewhat show some modesty. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios turned his head and looked at Dixie with a soft smile on his face.- “There is n—” –Demetrios stopped suddenly and sighed.- “Well, there is something. Alexandros left me an incomplete message on my phone. I don’t know exactly what happened, but he never stops his sentence midway unless there is something really serious or dangerous going on.” –Demetrios said and got up from the rug once again, looking for the pack of smokes that he had in his jacket behind the door. He hadn’t smoked a single cigarette for all the time that he was with Dixie, but now he really needed one.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – That soft smile, so adorable, had Dixie blush and she paid attention as he started to say that there is nothing, but there was something wrong. Alexandros had left a message, one that he never finished. Dixie creased her brow, and then watched as Dem got up from the rug and went hunting for his cigarettes, that were in his jacket by the door. Dixie knew exactly what this meant. “We leaving now?” She said after him, but knew that, the holiday was over, and the dramas of Prague awaited their return. Dixie set down the cushion and then got up herself, still a mess from their romantic interlude. “I will go wash and start packing.”- With a nod, she then headed up the stairs, where you could hear the water running. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios sighed deeply once more as he heard Dixie speak. Damn, why did it had to happen? To hell with everything… There it was, the packet of his cigarettes. Taking the packet out and turning his head, he looked at Dixie as she walked upstairs. Walking towards the fireplace and using a log to light his cigarette, Demetrios took a deep inhale with the smoke, one that he exhaled slowly in order to savor up the taste of the cancer tube.- “I don’t like this…” –He said. For some reason the taste of the cigarette was too good. But when a cigarette tasted so good, that was not good news. Second drag of that cigarette, still a sweet taste on the tobacco.- “I certainly don’t like this…” –Demetrios said and looked around the cabin before looking back into the flames. And another drag…-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Up in the shower, Dixie was standing underneath the steady stream of hot water, that cascaded down her form. She absentmindedly washed herself vigorously, but all the while, she had a lost look in her eyes. Why now? They had the most romantic holiday, free from the stresses of the Death Club and had made a commitment to each other, no matter what. But she could see that look in his eyes, that there was trouble waiting for them. “Couldn’t be the Russians, could it?” she said to herself, as she turned off the taps, and stepped out onto the fluffy bathmat. “Nah..”- Drying herself off, she went over in her mind, everything that had happened, since she arrived in Prague. Seeing her own reflection, she made a verbal promise. “No matter what, I’m not leaving your side.”- her words meant for Dem, but this was her vow. And she intended to keep it. Getting dresses in jeans, a snow skivvy and jacket, with matching boots and hat, she started to pack up her things, and zipped up her bags, ready to have them taken to the car. Coming back down the stairs slowly, she saw Dem enjoying his cigarette, and instead of being glum, she decided to put on a brave face. “Tah dah..going to knock out the Prague boys. Heh.” She looked something like an emo snow Bunny. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios sat down on the rug, as comfy as he could while smoking the cigarette and staring into those flames. A few minutes had passed since that call and he pondered on calling Alexandros to see what was going on, but he did not, well, not yet. Finishing his cigarette and lighting another one, he could hear Dixie getting ready and packing her suitcases. Tossing the cigarette in the flames, he looked at Dixie dressed to impress and not helping but chuckling playfully.- “Go kick their asses baby girl.” –He said and winked playfully while standing on his feet. Naked as he was, he walked towards her and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.- “I will be back in a few. I need to take a shower as well.” –He said and spanked her ass playfully while making a silly face.- “So good.” –He said and laughed softly as he got upstairs and entered the bathroom, turning on the water and taking a nice long shower, cleaning himself good and trying to think about other things than going back to the drama pool.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie laughed as Dem told her to kick ass, and she wiggled hers, only to get it smacked. Naked as the day he was born, he came to her and planted a kiss, one so soft, to reassure her all would be okay. She chuckled as he went up the stairs, and even leaned over to admire his disappearing rear. “My baby’s got buns!” She laughed and then took a final tour of the house on the ground floor, remembering all the places that they either made love, or cooked, and spent time just holding each other and whispering sweet words. She let out a sigh, and then decided that they would come back here some day. Hopefully with little ones of their own, to play in the snow, just like they did this week. Running her fingers along the kitchen bench top, she said to herself. “All good things must come to an end.” Dixie then went to lock up downstairs, as upstairs was locked, and searched for the car keys for Dem<3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios took his time in the shower. Scrubbing himself and enjoying the water drops on his skin. That was one of the little pleasures that he enjoyed, something that had made him choose to be an underwater demolition expert in the military. Indeed, he was so calm and peaceful when he was underwater or when he was near water. But anyway. Finishing his shower, he walked outside the cubicle and dried himself really good. Walking inside the bedroom he grabbed some clothes and put them on. Simple black jeans, black boots, a tank top and fingerless gloves. Then he packed his suitcase and looked around. Checking the windows and everything if they were locked, he nodded to himself and walked downstairs. Looking at Dixie, he smiled softly and nodded.- “Shall we?” –He said and waited for Dixie’s response.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – “No time like the present.” – Dixie took her bags, and then opened the door, checking all the lights were off, before heading out onto the verandah. “I’m going to miss this.” – she said with a sigh, but then smiled up at Dem brightly. “But I get to take home the best part.”- With that she took off down the stairs, and started to load her bags into the boot, before going round to the passenger door, and getting inside. The interior to the car was freezing, and she shivered, rubbing her hands together blowing on them, as she waited for Dem <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios smiled back at Dixie and nodded at her words.- “Indeed. The best of the best…” –Demetrios said and looked around at the dark now cabin and nodding his head. It was really fun for as long as it lasted and he was grateful that Dixie enjoyed her present. Grabbing his jacket and putting it on, he then took his suitcase and walked outside the cabin. The wind was gentle but the damn temperature was really low. Rubbing his hands to warm them up, Demetrios locked the door behind him before taking out his phone and calling the owner to let him know that the cabin was now empty. Putting his phone back in his pocket, Demetrios headed for the car where he placed his suitcase in the back and closed the door. Then he walked to the driver’s door and opened it, entering the car and looking at Dixie.- “Oh my.” –Demetrios paused for a moment and looked at Dixie’s chest, more accurately her breasts.- “I will have no problems seeing in the dark with those headlights on.” –He said and laughed softly as he leaned closer to Dixie and planted a soft kiss over the clothes on Dixie’s nipples.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Yes, it was terribly cold, so cold that Dixie was unaware, but her nips were showing up so much through her skivvy, that when Demetrios said, “Oh my.” She wondered what was wrong. “What?” Looking around, like he had seen a deer, or maybe some other animal outside of the car, she had no idea, she had something growing in her skivvy. But he started on about headlights, and this really confused her, till she felt him plant a kiss over her fabric covered nipples. “Dem…oh…Dem.”- she ruffled his hair as he was down there, and felt the sensation of his lips through the fabric. “Baby, are we ever going to get home?” Joking that he was about to do naughty things to her in the car. She couldn’t help it but he totally turned her on with the attention. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -“Baby, are we ever going to get home?”, Dixie said jokingly and Demetrios chuckled.- “Well… You do have a point there. Lets wait till we get back home. Now… That will be half a day driving… Though…” –Demetrios paused for a moment and licked his lips.- “We can always use the back seat for a break.” –He said and winked playfully with his right eye as he turned on the engine. The engine roared as he hit the gas warm it up. Hitting the gas and letting it go was what he repeated for a few times before looking at Dixie again with a smile.- “I really enjoyed our time here. Lets come back here again sometime.” –He said and leaned closer to her once more for a soft kiss on her lips-
CharlotteCarrendar: – It truly had been a marvellous holiday, and to be honest, Dixie thought they had more time, but alas, the real world simply could not be held back forever. Biting her lip as she rubbed her left nipple which was now aching, she nodded that they would get right back into heavy smexing when they got home. But mention of the back seat, brought a glimmer to her eyes, and she couldn’t help but agree. “Definitely, yup…we have to christen the backseat..like we did the kitchen, and the bathroom…and the laundry….and..*the car started as Dixie continued to rattle off the places they had sex*…and the lounge, and the bathroom, and the bedroom. She was counting with fingers, and only came back to earth, when Dem suggested they come back some day. “I had the time of my life.” Moving in close to accept his kiss.<3>
iShatteredSanity: -Dixie had started to list the rooms that they had gotten a taste of their love and he could not help but chuckle every time she mentioned a room.- “It really was amazing. We both needed it. Thank you for sharing those moments with me.” –Demetrios said and kissed her lips once more.- “We /will/ come back here again. Or some better place.” –He said and winked playfully once again as he grabbed the lever to change the gear to the reverse. Hitting the clutch and shifting the gear, he looked back so that he could turn the car. Once the car was in position, he hit the clutch again and shifted the gear on the first one.- “I feel sorry for the poor cleaner.” –He said while snickering and shaking his head. And then, he hit the gas and they left. The cabin became smaller and smaller on the mirror, but Demetrios did not look back.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie suddenly stopped counting her fingers, and then realised what Dem said about the cleaners. “Oh…oh no. We…kinda made a mess. Well…a few. Heh so long as they don’t have those CSI…blue stick things and goggles, then it will look a lot cleaner than it is in the daylight.” Dixie said brightly with a smile. “You..might want to message the owner, and say…had…a few people over for a party..maybe” –she looked shifty eyed, then started to whistle, staring out the window as the car sped along. <3>
iShatteredSanity: “Well… You do have a point there.” –Demetrios said and laughed a little bit. Now with the engine warm, he turned on the A/C so that the interior of the car could be warmed up and also the blur on the windscreen would fade away.- “Though… He will wonder what kind of party it was, don’t you think?” –Demetrios said and nudged Dixie’s side softly.- “But…” –Pausing for a moment Demetrios could not help but chuckle.- “…we surely did a number on that cabin.” –He said and kept speeding on the highway, though careful not to hit any black ice and have any accidents.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Dixie felt so alive, to think that she and Dem had done a number on that cabin, literally. Whoever stayed there after them would know for sure, that Dix and Dem waz there. “I think I ….may have left some g strings…in… a few places.”- as much as she tried to look innocent, truth was she was guilty as sin. She started to dance in her seat and sing. “Cause I’m…I’m bad…really really bad!” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios could not help but chuckle after hearing Dixie saying that she left some of her G strings in some places. Shifting the gear and accelerating more and more, he shrugged his shoulders.- “They will wish that they had the body to put them on. Poor suckers.” –Demetrios paused to laugh.- “But still, they can use them as slingshots or something. And do not worry, I will get you some new ones.” –Demetrios said and winked at Dixie as he turned his head for a moment to look at her before looking back on the road. The cabin was now gone from all of the mirrors.-