As Chisilles teeth-filled mouth was about to savagely tear into Fin's throat, Faux manages to pull her back at just the right moment. Her teeth clamp down mere centimeters away from Fin's neck. Almost immediately afterwards, she tries to have another go. Once more Faux's efforts save him a gruesome death as her jaws bite down on thin air. She attempts this a few more times but every time just narrowly misses.
However, Faux doesn't have the best grip on the smooth scales of the 'dog' he's trying to wrestle away from the poor man in danger. One sudden and hard wing flap occurs, smacking him in the face and other nearby areas. This was accompanied by the spike of her tail finding it's way around and stabbing into his leg.
After the aggression against Faux, Chisille tries even harder to get at Fin. In almost sheer desperation to end his life, she makes one final lunge at his neck. This time however, it connects. Fin can feel her needle teeth sinking into his neck, slowly making it's way to puncturing his windpipe. Time almost seems to slow down for him as he's about to lose his life.
Even if he makes it out of this alive, he's going to have some cool neck scars he can show off.
Fin, still in his catatonic state, instinctively yelled and jerked around as the dragon's teeth pierced his neck, throwing off his satchel and pack of Billiards in the process, them now the ones bouncing around.
In the final moments of what he thought would be the end of his life, he looked back... Back to a time long before when he had much to care about, much to be grateful for. Back to when he had met her.
(Because I don't know how to make a break-line.) Fin woke up groggy on a straw bed, looking out a window as the sun rose outside it. The room was sparsely decorated, with but a few pieces of furniture, the bed he was on counted among them. 'Where am I? How did I get here?' These silent questions went unanswered. As he moved his head about, he felt something on his forehead. He weakly reached out and slowly dragged it off his fore-head. A wet rag. Next to his bed he saw a small chair and table that had a bowl of water on it. Shaking with exhaustion and weakness, he grabbed it with both hands, and took it to himself for a long pull to soothe his scorched throat. As he was in the middle of his second drink, somebody walked in. He looked up and saw a young girl about his age standing at the door, staring shocked at him as he stared back. He couldn't help but admire the dark, black locks of hair she had, so much like his own, and the gentle, kind face with the deep blue eyes, as well as- "You're awake." The girl finally spoke. Ah, 'What a melody' he thought. It was like choir of angels singi- "You're awake! Uncle Erick, he's awake!" YELLING at him. A man walked into the room, looking like the jovial type of person, with bright, mischevious eyes, and blond hair as yellow as a corn field. "Ah, our guest has finally awoken! Took you long enough." He laughed and sat down in the chair next to Fin. "Hello there! I'm Erick. And what might be you're name, young man?" Fin had to think for a moment, fighting through the fog of exhaustion he had, as well as the distracting presence of the girl in the room. "M- my name is Fin, sir." He said in a small voice. "Now, Fin, can you tell me the last thing you remember?" Fin really had to think on that one. What was the last thing he was doing before he got here? He had been picking apples earlier that day for his mother, and on his way home he had- Fin, suddenly very awake for a moment, tore off the sheet of sheep's wool on him, and looked desperately at his ankle, seeing it bandaged and clean, though thankfully there was no sign of the snake that was there before. "I- I was walking home. I had some apples for m- my mother. There w- was a snake. I... I don't remember after that... Sir." Slowly he laid back down, rubbing his head, all too tired again. The hay was suddenly a lot more comfortable and appealing. "You're lucky my niece found you. If she hadn't been there too help you and carry you back here, I'd perish at the thought of what might have happened. But don't you worry, we'll have you fixed up and on your feet...." The world faded out as Fin closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, embracing the blackness and peace it gave...
(Seriously, how do I make a break-line?)
Back in the present, Fin closed his eyes and drifted off, the Billiards and satchel still bouncing around as he fainted into the peace of darkness once again.
As Chisilles teeth-filled mouth was about to savagely tear into Fin's throat, Faux manages to pull her back at just the right moment. Her teeth clamp down mere centimeters away from Fin's neck. Almost immediately afterwards, she tries to have another go. Once more Faux's efforts save him a gruesome death as her jaws bite down on thin air. She attempts this a few more times but every time just narrowly misses.
However, Faux doesn't have the best grip on the smooth scales of the 'dog' he's trying to wrestle away from the poor man in danger. One sudden and hard wing flap occurs, smacking him in the face and other nearby areas. This was accompanied by the spike of her tail finding it's way around and stabbing into his leg.
After the aggression against Faux, Chisille tries even harder to get at Fin. In almost sheer desperation to end his life, she makes one final lunge at his neck. This time however, it connects. Fin can feel her needle teeth sinking into his neck, slowly making it's way to puncturing his windpipe. Time almost seems to slow down for him as he's about to lose his life.
Even if he makes it out of this alive, he's going to have some cool neck scars he can show off.
Faux winces in pain from the stabbing-- though he recovers quickly enough, having endured worse in the past. He frantically assesses the situation; he had to think of some way to resolve this peacefully. But it was futile; he could not appeal to their emotions if he barely knew anything about her. He starts to panic and holds out his hands, and a semi-transparent apparition of his silver mechanical sword appears in front of him. He thought about it; he could easily step on the creature and impale its back with his sword. Faux shakes his head in disgust and dispels his thoughts as his sword becomes solid in front of him.
There was not much time-- he grabs the Truth and, instead of his original idea, he grips the handle of his sword tightly and slams the blade into the tail stabbing him, presumably causing enough pain for the creature to release their grip upon the person. Faux painfully pulls back his leg, becoming free of the tail spike.
"Sorry, Mr. Statistic, but you gotta get outta here. The greatest engineer can handle himself just fine," he says urgently. He kicks the creature off the person's chest forcefully, and, with as much force as he can muster, he drags the person away and sends him tumbling into the stairs.
Faux dusts off his hands and turns back to look at the creature, its tail still impaled with his sword. A moment of tense silence passes as he looks into its eyes briefly. "Now it's just you and me, Mr. Death Corgi. I shouldn't have expected less from that name," he remarks. "You're not a regular dog, are you? Dog experts like me know that they act based off instinct, y'know. But you've got some sort of drive. I can see it. The determination in your eyes. It's not normal. You must be under the influence of something."
"So you've got two choices. The best engineer in the world'll make it very simple for you. Walk away, and everyone'll be happy, you can find whatever you're looking for, and I'll definitely get you inducted as a real member of the Super Mega Death Corgi breed," says Faux cheerily. "Or..."
Faux's face falls as he says the next sentence.
"You can fight me."
He childishly taps his feet impatiently, looking extremely harmless as he does this. Despite being a mere child, something is off about him. A weird sinking feeling, more like a menacing aura emanates from Faux that suggests that even though he looked completely open to attack, something bad was going to happen if the 'corgi' chose to strike.
Fin, still in his catatonic state, instinctively yelled and jerked around as the dragon's teeth pierced his neck, throwing off his satchel and pack of Billiards in the process, them now the ones bouncing around.
In the final moments of what he thought would be the end of his life, he looked back... Back to a time long before when he had much to care about, much to be grateful for. Back to when he had met her.
(Because I don't know how to make a break-line.) Fin woke up groggy on a straw bed, looking out a window as the sun rose outside it. The room was sparsely decorated, with but a few pieces of furniture, the bed he was on counted among them. 'Where am I? How did I get here?' These silent questions went unanswered. As he moved his head about, he felt something on his forehead. He weakly reached out and slowly dragged it off his fore-head. A wet rag. Next to his bed he saw a small chair and table that had a bowl of water on it. Shaking with exhaustion and weakness, he grabbed it with both hands, and took it to himself for a long pull to soothe his scorched throat. As he was in the middle of his second drink, somebody walked in. He looked up and saw a young girl about his age standing at the door, staring shocked at him as he stared back. He couldn't help but admire the dark, black locks of hair she had, so much like his own, and the gentle, kind face with the deep blue eyes, as well as- "You're awake." The girl finally spoke. Ah, 'What a melody' he thought. It was like choir of angels singi- "You're awake! Uncle Erick, he's awake!" YELLING at him. A man walked into the room, looking like the jovial type of person, with bright, mischevious eyes, and blond hair as yellow as a corn field. "Ah, our guest has finally awoken! Took you long enough." He laughed and sat down in the chair next to Fin. "Hello there! I'm Erick. And what might be you're name, young man?" Fin had to think for a moment, fighting through the fog of exhaustion he had, as well as the distracting presence of the girl in the room. "M- my name is Fin, sir." He said in a small voice. "Now, Fin, can you tell me the last thing you remember?" Fin really had to think on that one. What was the last thing he was doing before he got here? He had been picking apples earlier that day for his mother, and on his way home he had- Fin, suddenly very awake for a moment, tore off the sheet of sheep's wool on him, and looked desperately at his ankle, seeing it bandaged and clean, though thankfully there was no sign of the snake that was there before. "I- I was walking home. I had some apples for m- my mother. There w- was a snake. I... I don't remember after that... Sir." Slowly he laid back down, rubbing his head, all too tired again. The hay was suddenly a lot more comfortable and appealing. "You're lucky my niece found you. If she hadn't been there too help you and carry you back here, I'd perish at the thought of what might have happened. But don't you worry, we'll have you fixed up and on your feet...." The world faded out as Fin closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, embracing the blackness and peace it gave...
(Seriously, how do I make a break-line?)
Back in the present, Fin closed his eyes and drifted off, the Billiards and satchel still bouncing around as he fainted into the peace of darkness once again.
A past conversation comes into mind as Faux grimaces at the situation.
The Truth is anywhere at any given time. The Truth is double-edged. The Truth comes from your heart. The Truth relies on your heart, else it falters.
Huh...? Are you talking about the sword, or...
It is your truth, Renard. Make of that what you will.
Yeah. I'll master it. If I can protect them with this, then I'll master it.
Faux winces in pain from the stabbing-- though he recovers quickly enough, having endured worse in the past. He frantically assesses the situation; he had to think of some way to resolve this peacefully. But it was futile; he could not appeal to their emotions if he barely knew anything about her. He starts to panic and holds out his hands, and a semi-transparent apparition of his silver mechanical sword appears in front of him. He thought about it; he could easily step on the creature and impale its back with his sword. Faux shakes his head in disgust and dispels his thoughts as his sword becomes solid in front of him.
There was not much time-- he grabs the Truth and, instead of his original idea, he grips the handle of his sword tightly and slams the blade into the tail stabbing him, presumably causing enough pain for the creature to release their grip upon the person. Faux painfully pulls back his leg, becoming free of the tail spike.
"Sorry, Mr. Statistic, but you gotta get outta here. The greatest engineer can handle himself just fine," he says urgently. He kicks the creature off the person's chest forcefully, and, with as much force as he can muster, he drags the person away and sends him tumbling into the stairs.
Faux dusts off his hands and turns back to look at the creature, its tail still impaled with his sword. A moment of tense silence passes as he looks into its eyes briefly. "Now it's just you and me, Mr. Death Corgi. I shouldn't have expected less from that name," he remarks. "You're not a regular dog, are you? Dog experts like me know that they act based off instinct, y'know. But you've got some sort of drive. I can see it. The determination in your eyes. It's not normal. You must be under the influence of something."
"So you've got two choices. The best engineer in the world'll make it very simple for you. Walk away, and everyone'll be happy, you can find whatever you're looking for, and I'll definitely get you inducted as a real member of the Super Mega Death Corgi breed," says Faux cheerily. "Or..."
Faux's face falls as he says the next sentence.
"You can fight me."
He childishly taps his feet impatiently, looking extremely harmless as he does this. Despite being a mere child, something is off about him. A weird sinking feeling, more like a menacing aura emanates from Faux that suggests that even though he looked completely open to attack, something bad was going to happen if the 'corgi' chose to strike.
Chisille was so close to her goal. She could feel her teeth close around Fin's windpipe, the taste of his blood on her tongue. It felt like this was going to fix every single horrible thing, every single unfair event that had happened in her life. Ending his life was going to solve everything. However, before she could achieve her goal of pure satisfaction, her tail that was already keeping Faux off of her suddenly seared in sharp pain. She remembered the feeling. A cold thin bit of metal running into her. She had just been stabbed by the man.
It was just enough for her to roar in pain, relaxing her grip from around Fin's neck as she let the bellow of pain out. Unfortunately for Fin though, while she had not condemned his death by her maw, the bleeding and crushing she had manage to inflict would certainly end his life sooner or later, possibly still even with some of the more mundane treatment applied.
Another blow struck her side this time, though far less painful and much blunter. It forced her mostly off the poor unconscious man, but she still had a few paws rested on him. Turns out she was heavier then expected for some reason, even managing to hurt his foot from her density. While she was recovering from the kick, her claws that were still on Fin dug in as he was dragged away. It wasn't enough to drag her along as well, but Fin's going to wake up with an extra couple sets of long scratches too.
While her prize was dragged the rest of the way down the staircase, Chisille quickly glanced at her tail. The sword it hadn't quite gone straight through her tail, but from the looks of the blood lining the wound indicated that this wasn't just going to heal in a couple of days. She violently shook her tail one way, causing the blade to slip out from her flesh and noisily clatter behind her as she turned to face off against Faux again.
She bared her teeth once more, anger still flowing through her like fire. Her low growl made it very clear that he was also in the way, and the smoke rising from her nose slits indicated that fire flowing through her was more reality then just a figure of speech. Faux made a very good argument, and Chisille would leave them both in peace and seek what she was really after... had she not been under the influence of her hatred with her thought processes shoved to the side.
"H..." she growled, but quickly cut herself off.
Her wings flared, her claws marked the floor, her eyes locked on to the latest interruption and the fire she was bringing up from deep inside her surged forward at Faux, filling the stairway with a bright dazzling orange and yellow light as searing hot flames barreled towards him.
Trixie smiled slightly at this, and set Sluggy onto her shoulder. "I couldn't leave you up there like that." she says with a slight grin.
"Yeah, I feel the same about you, doll face." Sluggy replied, then curled up in the crook of Trixie's neck to take a nap while absorbing the sweet love of her company. He didn't seem to care at all about anything else going on in the room.
Keeping stationary in his huddled position, Ezra guardedly observes the various people now acknowledging his presence. He listens to their words, he studies their faces, he is unnerved by their approach. Nevertheless, he persists to contain the viable impulse to flee, eyes continuing to quiver with fearful unease, for in truth there is but one thing persuading him to stay...
...Unwrapping one arm from his knees, he slowly raises his trembling hand, erecting one finger at the ceiling as he singles out Jack with apprehensive curiosity.
Jack watches the charred man as he points to the ceiling, the figure's focus apparently falling on him as he presents his question. Jack glances at the others before looking at the ceiling, opening with, "Ei...?" He looks back down at the figure, continuing, "Who or what is 'Ei'?" He takes a brief glance at the others again, thinking that perhaps one of them would have a better idea what the charred man was talking about, before looking back at the trembling figure, hand still ready to draw Magebuster if an attack commenced.
Boris just shrugs at Ezra's question, then again when Jack asks his. Revel, on the other hand, replied to Jack with a discerning nod.
"That'll be a friend, and the lady responsible for..." He looks back at Lyudmila sleeping on the floor, as if she may have been related to the situation somehow, then decides not to finish what may have been a far too informative explanation for everybody in the room. He then looks to Ezra, while refraining from his usual acclaimed demeanor.
"Don't worry, I don't believe anyone here will bite unless you bite them first. No need to be afraid...." Revel informs the charred man, in one of his more benevolent tones. "And as for Ei, yes.... She is definitely upstairs, but I don't think she's accepting... guests at the moment. A little preoccupied, you understand? In the meantime, maybe you'd like to share who you are, and why you might be asking for Ei? I'm sure the others here would feel a little more comfortable if they knew who they were talking to."
Jack watches the charred man as he points to the ceiling, the figure's focus apparently falling on him as he presents his question. Jack glances at the others before looking at the ceiling, opening with, "Ei...?" He looks back down at the figure, continuing, "Who or what is 'Ei'?" He takes a brief glance at the others again, thinking that perhaps one of them would have a better idea what the charred man was talking about, before looking back at the trembling figure, hand still ready to draw Magebuster if an attack commenced.
Boris just shrugs at Ezra's question, then again when Jack asks his. Revel, on the other hand, replied to Jack with a discerning nod.
"That'll be a friend, and the lady responsible for..." He looks back at Lyudmila sleeping on the floor, as if she may have been related to the situation somehow, then decides not to finish what may have been a far too informative explanation for everybody in the room. He then looks to Ezra, while refraining from his usual acclaimed demeanor.
"Don't worry, I don't believe anyone here will bite unless you bite them first. No need to be afraid...." Revel informs the charred man, in one of his more benevolent tones. "And as for Ei, yes.... She is definitely upstairs, but I don't think she's accepting... guests at the moment. A little preoccupied, you understand? In the meantime, maybe you'd like to share who you are, and why you might be asking for Ei? I'm sure the others here would feel a little more comfortable if they knew who they were talking to."
Ezra doesn’t seem to react to Jack’s ignorance on the matter, he however seems slightly eased by Revel’s statement. He rises slowly from his crouched position, eyes flickering from Jack to Trixie with dwelling caution. Now standing, though awry by cause of his disjointed right leg and contorted torso, he regards each person with equal diffidence.
“My name is Ezra.” He winces slightly, believing those words alone could warrant a hostile reaction, but when the expected rancor was not rendered, he concludes his statement with calming stress. “Ei delivered me from Hades and… worse . I wish to… convey my gratitude.”
(Because I don't know how to make a break-line.)
(Seriously, how do I make a break-line?)
OOC: Sit down kiddo, and let me teach you the ancient art of the break-line/line-break/whatever you want to call it.
Okay, so first off, you press enter two times to put one blank line between your last sentence and where you want to put the break-line.
Like this. Then, you first do one square bracket, like so: [
Got that? Good, you've already mastered 25% of the break-line. Next, type a 'h' and then an 'r', thus creating [hr
You're almost there. Now, for the finishing touches, put another square bracket at the end, but this time the other way around, like so: ], making your end result look like this without the spaces: [ hr ]
Then, press enter again twice and write your next thing, and then post. There should now be a break-line between your things with some blank space separating it from your text!
The calm silence in the attic is somehow... unsettling. Each moment that passes gives Ei the distinct feeling that something is wrong. The air seems to be haunted, visually undisturbed, yet plagued by the repeating notion that someone else is there... looming... watching....
In time Ei catches sight of a small twinkle of light, much alike a tiny star in the corner of her sight. But as soon as it appears it is once again gone, while another appears and disappears just as fleeting as the first. These fleeting sparks of light now continue to come and go in irregular locations around room, unable to be touched, unable to be captured, while outside the night too is starting to come alive with similar events, as these small sparks of light appear and then vanish at random location around the mansion.
Ei sits quietly next to Annie, observing the twinkles of light. Unsure of what they are, Ei remains seated, ready to act.
Meanwhile, Maras enters the mansion again, saying a few words in an unknown language to open a temporary doorway through the barrier created by Ezmond, and passing through while it's open. Once inside, the barrier closes again and Maras wanders around, eventually arriving in the Dining Room.
Chisille was so close to her goal. She could feel her teeth close around Fin's windpipe, the taste of his blood on her tongue. It felt like this was going to fix every single horrible thing, every single unfair event that had happened in her life. Ending his life was going to solve everything. However, before she could achieve her goal of pure satisfaction, her tail that was already keeping Faux off of her suddenly seared in sharp pain. She remembered the feeling. A cold thin bit of metal running into her. She had just been stabbed by the man.
It was just enough for her to roar in pain, relaxing her grip from around Fin's neck as she let the bellow of pain out. Unfortunately for Fin though, while she had not condemned his death by her maw, the bleeding and crushing she had manage to inflict would certainly end his life sooner or later, possibly still even with some of the more mundane treatment applied.
Another blow struck her side this time, though far less painful and much blunter. It forced her mostly off the poor unconscious man, but she still had a few paws rested on him. Turns out she was heavier then expected for some reason, even managing to hurt his foot from her density. While she was recovering from the kick, her claws that were still on Fin dug in as he was dragged away. It wasn't enough to drag her along as well, but Fin's going to wake up with an extra couple sets of long scratches too.
While her prize was dragged the rest of the way down the staircase, Chisille quickly glanced at her tail. The sword it hadn't quite gone straight through her tail, but from the looks of the blood lining the wound indicated that this wasn't just going to heal in a couple of days. She violently shook her tail one way, causing the blade to slip out from her flesh and noisily clatter behind her as she turned to face off against Faux again.
She bared her teeth once more, anger still flowing through her like fire. Her low growl made it very clear that he was also in the way, and the smoke rising from her nose slits indicated that fire flowing through her was more reality then just a figure of speech. Faux made a very good argument, and Chisille would leave them both in peace and seek what she was really after... had she not been under the influence of her hatred with her thought processes shoved to the side.
"H..." she growled, but quickly cut herself off.
Her wings flared, her claws marked the floor, her eyes locked on to the latest interruption and the fire she was bringing up from deep inside her surged forward at Faux, filling the stairway with a bright dazzling orange and yellow light as searing hot flames barreled towards him.
The last thing she sees of Faux before the ferocious flames fill the stairway in front of her is him picking his nose absentmindedly. As the flames finally dissipate, Faux is nowhere to be seen anywhere in front of her in the charred stairway. Absolutely no remains are left to speak of, though he couldn't possibly have escaped in that kind of time-frame. An uncomfortable silence fills the air for a brief moment. Then, a familiar high-pitched voice, though lacking the cheeriness that usually accompanies it, speaks out.
"Should've taken the easy way out. That's not something I give out like candy."
Looking up at an angle, it's Faux, sitting on his sword which is stuck firmly into the wall. His golden-coloured coat is slightly charred.
"That's alright, though. It all works out in the end," he says, shrugging. His legs shuffle a little as he grabs the hilt of his blade. "Together, we can find out-- do dogs go to heaven?"
Faux's bottom slides off the sword. His feet and free hand latches on to the wall. His other hand, still firmly grabbing the Truth's hilt, pulls it out from the wall sharply and smoothly like a hot knife through butter. Then, using the wall as a launching point, Faux, much like before, spins through the air incredibly fast towards the dragon, his blade leaving a brilliant silver trail as he moves. The air around him strangely becomes distorted. He somehow leaves afterimages due to his speed, in addition to managing to change his trajectory on a dime, leaving the dragon guessing as to where he was in the air. Whatever the dragon's reaction is, Faux, after finally reaching her, seems to 'phase' through-- though this is merely just him going around, and his sword never touches her, instead serving as more of a distraction.
Now suddenly behind the dragon, he flips his sword and grips the hilt in reverse, striking her bluntly with the pommel of his sword.
"Yeah, I feel the same about you, doll face." Sluggy replied, then curled up in the crook of Trixie's neck to take a nap while absorbing the sweet love of her company. He didn't seem to care at all about anything else going on in the room.
Trixie smiled at this. This allowed her to focus on...more important manners. It was also a little cute.
Ezra doesn’t seem to react to Jack’s ignorance on the matter, he however seems slightly eased by Revel’s statement. He rises slowly from his crouched position, eyes flickering from Jack to Trixie with dwelling caution. Now standing, though awry by cause of his disjointed right leg and contorted torso, he regards each person with equal diffidence.
“My name is Ezra.” He winces slightly, believing those words alone could warrant a hostile reaction, but when the expected rancor was not rendered, he concludes his statement with calming stress. “Ei delivered me from Hades and… worse . I wish to… convey my gratitude.”
Trixie took a step forward towards Ezra, and looked him over for a breif few seconds. "Who is Ei exactly? And how would spinning us up into a tornado 'convey gratitude' ?" she asked, slightly accusatory, but not making any hostile action.
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
The last thing she sees of Faux before the ferocious flames fill the stairway in front of her is him picking his nose absentmindedly. As the flames finally dissipate, Faux is nowhere to be seen anywhere in front of her in the charred stairway. Absolutely no remains are left to speak of, though he couldn't possibly have escaped in that kind of time-frame. An uncomfortable silence fills the air for a brief moment. Then, a familiar high-pitched voice, though lacking the cheeriness that usually accompanies it, speaks out.
"Should've taken the easy way out. That's not something I give out like candy."
Looking up at an angle, it's Faux, sitting on his sword which is stuck firmly into the wall. His golden-coloured coat is slightly charred.
"That's alright, though. It all works out in the end," he says, shrugging. His legs shuffle a little as he grabs the hilt of his blade. "Together, we can find out-- do dogs go to heaven?"
Faux's bottom slides off the sword. His feet and free hand latches on to the wall. His other hand, still firmly grabbing the Truth's hilt, pulls it out from the wall sharply and smoothly like a hot knife through butter. Then, using the wall as a launching point, Faux, much like before, spins through the air incredibly fast towards the dragon, his blade leaving a brilliant silver trail as he moves. The air around him strangely becomes distorted. He somehow leaves afterimages due to his speed, in addition to managing to change his trajectory on a dime, leaving the dragon guessing as to where he was in the air. Whatever the dragon's reaction is, Faux, after finally reaching her, seems to 'phase' through-- though this is merely just him going around, and his sword never touches her, instead serving as more of a distraction.
Now suddenly behind the dragon, he flips his sword and grips the hilt in reverse, striking her bluntly with the pommel of his sword.
When the flames disappeared, leaving no trace of Faux at all Chisille knew something was up.Things did not vanish from her flames. He was still around here somewhere. The good news was that, without him obstructing the staircase, she was free to bound down them after Fin, her prize. She got halfway down the staircase when Faux called out, revealing where he was.
She might've been tired from everything that had happened, particularly the lack of proper sleep and all the running, but her anger continued to fuel her actions. She would not back down from this fight, not if Faux was an obstacle in her way. The flames that she had left inside her continued to burn and before Faux had even finished speaking, another large jet of it shot out towards him, spreading it around far more with several turns of her head. His super speed through the air allowed him to avoid the fire, but with the display she was causing she didn't really get to see any of the fancy mid-air movements that he caused.
However with all the flames being shot everywhere, the walls, floor and roof began to burn down. Smoke started to rise up and fill the stairway as the fire spread around the place, burning up whatever it can reach.
Chisille suddenly felt a strong blunt strike from behind her as the hilt of Faux's blade struck her. Compared to the sword piercing through her tail, both the kick and the hilt smash were merely angering her even more. She quickly wheeled around, mouth wide open, intending to char Faux before he could get moving again. However instead of a large surge of flames headed towards him all that came from her mouth was a thin stream that only lasted a second. After two massive bursts, she had used up all of her supply and needed to recharge.
After quickly deciding what to do next, she prepared herself for Faux's counterattack against her less-then-impressive fire.
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Ezra doesn’t seem to react to Jack’s ignorance on the matter, he however seems slightly eased by Revel’s statement. He rises slowly from his crouched position, eyes flickering from Jack to Trixie with dwelling caution. Now standing, though awry by cause of his disjointed right leg and contorted torso, he regards each person with equal diffidence.
“My name is Ezra.” He winces slightly, believing those words alone could warrant a hostile reaction, but when the expected rancor was not rendered, he concludes his statement with calming stress. “Ei delivered me from Hades and… worse . I wish to… convey my gratitude.”
"Gratitude?" Silas inquired, out of the blue. "I can already surmise what sort of gratitude you are giving... Anyway, could you explain to us more about yourself, and Ei, other than whatever relationship exists between the two of you?" he then questions passively.
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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When the flames disappeared, leaving no trace of Faux at all Chisille knew something was up.Things did not vanish from her flames. He was still around here somewhere. The good news was that, without him obstructing the staircase, she was free to bound down them after Fin, her prize. She got halfway down the staircase when Faux called out, revealing where he was.
She might've been tired from everything that had happened, particularly the lack of proper sleep and all the running, but her anger continued to fuel her actions. She would not back down from this fight, not if Faux was an obstacle in her way. The flames that she had left inside her continued to burn and before Faux had even finished speaking, another large jet of it shot out towards him, spreading it around far more with several turns of her head. His super speed through the air allowed him to avoid the fire, but with the display she was causing she didn't really get to see any of the fancy mid-air movements that he caused.
However with all the flames being shot everywhere, the walls, floor and roof began to burn down. Smoke started to rise up and fill the stairway as the fire spread around the place, burning up whatever it can reach.
Chisille suddenly felt a strong blunt strike from behind her as the hilt of Faux's blade struck her. Compared to the sword piercing through her tail, both the kick and the hilt smash were merely angering her even more. She quickly wheeled around, mouth wide open, intending to char Faux before he could get moving again. However instead of a large surge of flames headed towards him all that came from her mouth was a thin stream that only lasted a second. After two massive bursts, she had used up all of her supply and needed to recharge.
After quickly deciding what to do next, she prepared herself for Faux's counterattack against her less-then-impressive fire.
Faux watches the flames erupt throughout the stairway before he comes to a sudden realisation; the guy he sent tumbling down the stairs would die from the fire. He lets go of his sword and it returns to floating behind his back, as usual.
"Tch," he scoffs with a grimace, whilst ignoring a sharp pain resulting from the dragon's uneventful stream of fire. "Lucky girl."
Taking advantage of Chisille's momentary weakness, he shoves her out of the way forcefully and dashes through the smoke down the stairs, though he pauses briefly to childishly blow a raspberry at her before continuing.
Trixie took a step forward towards Ezra, and looked him over for a breif few seconds. "Who is Ei exactly? And how would spinning us up into a tornado 'convey gratitude' ?" she asked, slightly accusatory, but not making any hostile action.
"Gratitude?" Silas inquired, out of the blue. "I can already surmise what sort of gratitude you are giving... Anyway, could you explain to us more about yourself, and Ei, other than whatever relationship exists between the two of you?" he then questions passively.
"Lady Ei saved this man, that's the relationship they have." A voice speaks, coming from the doorway into the dining room. Maras walks in, apparently the person who spoke. He walks up to Lyudmila, pokes her with the back of his spear, and mutters the words 'Can't handle alcohol, huh?' before looking at Ezra, and then at the other people in the room.
"As for answers to your questions, I'm afraid neither I nor Lyudmila can answer them all, even though we are her servants. Lady Ei's species for example is something nobody knows, and I'm not sure even Ei herself knows nowadays. She's not here right now because she's got some... intruders to deal with. Those figures that have entered this building are targetting her friend, Miss Annie. She has, however, asked us to not interfere, and that goes for you too, Revel." Maras says as he points his spear at Revel for a bit before stabbing it into the ground.
"But, since Lyudmila here passed out due to being drunk, I do believe I'm the only one here in any position to answer any questions about her you might have. As for you," Maras says as he looks at Ezra. "Lady Ei is busy right now but she should be finished soon. I must ask you to wait for her to be finished and not try and get to her before that."
Faux watches the flames erupt throughout the stairway before he comes to a sudden realisation; the guy he sent tumbling down the stairs would die from the fire. He lets go of his sword and it returns to floating behind his back, as usual.
"Tch," he scoffs with a grimace, whilst ignoring a sharp pain resulting from the dragon's uneventful stream of fire. "Lucky girl."
Taking advantage of Chisille's momentary weakness, he shoves her out of the way forcefully and dashes through the smoke down the stairs, though he pauses briefly to childishly blow a raspberry at her before continuing.
Since Chisille was expecting some fort of reaction while she prepared her next move, the shove that Faux did to her completely misses as she leaps to the side. It seems as though Faux had decided to retreat for whatever reason. Well whatever it was, she was not finished with him. She might have been out of her main source of ranged attacks, but she still had more tricks.
She took another deep breath in such a way that made it look like she was going to cast fire again, however as soon as Faux turned around to blow the raspberry, she blew forth something else from inside her. This stuff looked like a grey mist of sorts, billowing out throughout the staircase where he stood. As soon as he had been surrounded by the stuff, he started to feel different. Everything was becoming more peaceful about him as his emotions changed. He started to feel calmer and happier, as if there wasn't anything to be afraid of about the situation, especially not the 'dog'. The 'dog' wasn't a danger at all no matter how menacing it might've been before.
Once this had been done, Chisille angrily lunged at Faux again, this time aiming to sink her teeth into his sword arm while her front claws made their mark elsewhere.
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"Lady Ei saved this man, that's the relationship they have." A voice speaks, coming from the doorway into the dining room. Maras walks in, apparently the person who spoke. He walks up to Lyudmila, pokes her with the back of his spear, and mutters the words 'Can't handle alcohol, huh?' before looking at Ezra, and then at the other people in the room.
"As for answers to your questions, I'm afraid neither I nor Lyudmila can answer them all, even though we are her servants. Lady Ei's species for example is something nobody knows, and I'm not sure even Ei herself knows nowadays. She's not here right now because she's got some... intruders to deal with. Those figures that have entered this building are targetting her friend, Miss Annie. She has, however, asked us to not interfere, and that goes for you too, Revel." Maras says as he points his spear at Revel for a bit before stabbing it into the ground.
"But, since Lyudmila here passed out due to being drunk, I do believe I'm the only one here in any position to answer any questions about her you might have. As for you," Maras says as he looks at Ezra. "Lady Ei is busy right now but she should be finished soon. I must ask you to wait for her to be finished and not try and get to her before that."
"And who would you be?" Silas questions, narrowing his eyes. "I'm sorry if I seem so tense, but you said that the little girl named Annie was involved..." He seems to be holding back a little bit of rage, but nobody in the room other than Revel can surmise why. Under the table, his fists clenched. "If this Ei is an ally of her, then she has a few... questions to answer," he seethes.
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Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
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Ezra doesn’t seem to react to Jack’s ignorance on the matter, he however seems slightly eased by Revel’s statement. He rises slowly from his crouched position, eyes flickering from Jack to Trixie with dwelling caution. Now standing, though awry by cause of his disjointed right leg and contorted torso, he regards each person with equal diffidence.
“My name is Ezra.” He winces slightly, believing those words alone could warrant a hostile reaction, but when the expected rancor was not rendered, he concludes his statement with calming stress. “Ei delivered me from Hades and… worse . I wish to… convey my gratitude.”
"Hades, indeed, nothing like hell to spend an eternity in." Revel smirks, amused by Ezra's response; "No doubt that's where all the well behaved kids go to play when they die."
Trixie smiled at this. This allowed her to focus on...more important manners. It was also a little cute.
Trixie took a step forward towards Ezra, and looked him over for a breif few seconds. "Who is Ei exactly? And how would spinning us up into a tornado 'convey gratitude' ?" she asked, slightly accusatory, but not making any hostile action.
Revel covering his face with his hand for a moment, then sighs before looking at Trixie. "Are you on drugs? Perhaps I didn't pay enough attention to your mind when I gave you that body...." He looks down at himself, then at everyone else in the room as if searching for someone who obviously isn't there. "I think it's been established that Ei isn't here, so all the windy tornado do-da could hardly be conveyed in any way for Ei, yes?"
"Gratitude?" Silas inquired, out of the blue. "I can already surmise what sort of gratitude you are giving... Anyway, could you explain to us more about yourself, and Ei, other than whatever relationship exists between the two of you?" he then questions passively.
"I do believe I'm developing a headache here. You don't need to be a God to figure out that this frightened and battered little soul hasn't yet got a 'substantial' relationship with Ei. Hence his request to find her in his endeavor to convey gratitude for delivering him from the naughty kids corner. Is all that new will I gave you playing havoc with your reasoning abilities?"
"Lady Ei saved this man, that's the relationship they have." A voice speaks, coming from the doorway into the dining room. Maras walks in, apparently the person who spoke. He walks up to Lyudmila, pokes her with the back of his spear, and mutters the words 'Can't handle alcohol, huh?' before looking at Ezra, and then at the other people in the room.
"As for answers to your questions, I'm afraid neither I nor Lyudmila can answer them all, even though we are her servants. Lady Ei's species for example is something nobody knows, and I'm not sure even Ei herself knows nowadays. She's not here right now because she's got some... intruders to deal with. Those figures that have entered this building are targetting her friend, Miss Annie. She has, however, asked us to not interfere, and that goes for you too, Revel." Maras says as he points his spear at Revel for a bit before stabbing it into the ground.
"But, since Lyudmila here passed out due to being drunk, I do believe I'm the only one here in any position to answer any questions about her you might have. As for you," Maras says as he looks at Ezra. "Lady Ei is busy right now but she should be finished soon. I must ask you to wait for her to be finished and not try and get to her before that."
"Oh please, Maras, if I wanted to interfere, all this mess would have already been dealt with. I'm quite happy to watch Ei struggle, it's far more entertaining. Besides, ending all the fun with a snap of ones fingers is far too vulgar a display of power, what would that leave for the mortals to do? I'm not one for changing nappies. So go point your silly little stick at someone else, like, say..." He points at Trixie.
"And who would you be?" Silas questions, narrowing his eyes. "I'm sorry if I seem so tense, but you said that the little girl named Annie was involved..." He seems to be holding back a little bit of rage, but nobody in the room other than Revel can surmise why. Under the table, his fists clenched. "If this Ei is an ally of her, then she has a few... questions to answer," he seethes.
"And on that note, I do believe it's time for me to leave." Revel looks around at everyone to say; "I for one had a delightful time this evening, as I hope you all enjoyed dinner as well. But I really must be going now, let you funny little mortals have your play time. Will be seeing around!"
With that, Revel winks at Jack, blows a kiss to sleeping Lyudmila on the floor, gives Boris a firm pat on the shoulder, then disappears.
Revel covering his face with his hand for a moment, then sighs before looking at Trixie. "Are you on drugs? Perhaps I didn't pay enough attention to your mind when I gave you that body...." He looks down at himself, then at everyone else in the room as if searching for someone who obviously isn't there. "I think it's been established that Ei isn't here, so all the windy tornado do-da could hardly be conveyed in any way for Ei, yes?"
"Oh please, Maras, if I wanted to interfere, all this mess would have already been dealt with. I'm quite happy to watch Ei struggle, it's far more entertaining. Besides, ending all the fun with a snap of ones fingers is far too vulgar a display of power, what would that leave for the mortals to do? I'm not one for changing nappies. So go point your silly little stick at someone else, like, say..." He points at Trixie.
Trixie huffed at that, and then watched as Revel simply vanished. She didn't really want to reply to him anyway. She turned her attention back to Ezra.
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Renard grimaces at the golden-clothed figure in front of him. There was no point doing anything anymore. He surmises that he had been asleep for a long time. Just enough time for everyone to forget him. That was fine. This wasteland, a realm of swords, was fitting for him. He would rather be swept away by the shores of time. There was always replacements for 'heroes' like him.
He looks back at the thousands of swords stuck into the ground behind him. He had been treading this forsaken land for what had seemed like days, heading to his single objective; a child hooded in a golden coat that simply stood resting their hands on their mechanical sword, unmoving for the entire time Renard had been there. Finally, he stands in front of the child, and a silence reigns over the two as nothing appears to happen.
It is only after a few minutes that something extremely strange begins to happen; the child grabs the sword and pulls it up from the ground. Then-- he rushes at Renard, sword first. Renard at first becomes perplexed at the sight of what seems like a gun-barrel on the side of the blade and the copious amount of blood covering it, though he shakes his head and quickly unsheathes Maras' sword in reaction. The boy's sword starts to emanate a strange light-- and then, suddenly, an explosion of what seems like blue light occurs, blinding Renard temporarily, though he quickly opens his eyes fast enough to see the boy with his hood off; the power coming from his sword had blown it clean off. The blade was now also completely hidden-- obscured by a glowing blue light.
Renard breathes a sigh of relief as the boy runs past him. He was apparently not aiming for him at all, though he suddenly recoils in surprise as the boy's face comes into view; he was crying, and he looked exactly like Renard, except much younger. That was himself, realises Renard. The boy's strange attire was starting to become extremely familiar to him. He had definitely worn the golden-coloured coat prominently in the past, though he could not remember why.
His heart sinks as he looks back at the graveyard of swords. It was now that every single sword was being wielded. An army of thousands. He watches as his younger self plunges into the army with his sword. It was an impressive sight; the boy looked as if he were flying through the army of swordsmen effortlessly, leaving a trail of blood whilst the brilliant blue light emanating from his sword cut through the humans like a hot knife through butter. But it was futile; he had made some sort of crazy decision to fight them and stuck to it, and so he would die here. Renard knew-- he was reliving events of the past, though it did almost nothing to jog his memory besides the sight of himself.
"Faux."
Renard sharply turns around at the sound of a high-pitched voice behind him. It was the boy again, though this time not a figment of the past.
"Faux... who is that? Why do I keep hearing about him...?" questions Renard.
The boy takes off his hood to reveal his younger self once again, though this time with a serene expression.
"You didn't always have the name Renard," he says. "Don't you remember? It's an alias you set for yourself. Your real name is Faux Ambrose."
Renard looks at the boy with a mixture of confusion and sadness.
"I'm... Faux? It's funny... I feel like I don't know myself at all... What do you know about me, that I don't? And that sword... what is it?"
The boy averts his eyes, unsure of what to say. He breathes in deeply.
"First, the sword is an ancient relic. It's the Truth. The Truth belongs to both you and Faux. You share it. It runs on emotional power, almost entirely. It comes from your heart, so you can summon it at any time. It's the reason," says the boy, looking at his copy cleave through the army, "why it looks so powerful right now. His emotions are overflowing."
Renard ponders this for a second.
"Me... and Faux? We share it? Aren't we the same person?"
The boy shuffles uncomfortably, trying to find the right answer to his questions.
"You... you were never supposed to exist."
Renard steps back in a momentary state of panic at this revelation. He shakes his head in disbelief.
"What? How could you even say such a thing... even if it were true?"
'Faux' looked at Renard with a saddened expression. He expected this kind of reaction.
"...Sorry. That's the real you," he says, pointing at the apparition of Faux in the distance, still appearing to be fighting the army frantically. "You were born of a child's powerless crusade. A crusade to protect everything he loved, including the city he had moved into at a young age That's the short version of the tale, anyway. When the child, Faux, died in the battle you are witnessing right now, there was regret within his enemies. He had great powers, and it was all wasted. So they attempted to revive him and wipe his memories of what had happened between him and them in some misguided attempt to make him a sleeper agent, but... what it actually did was accidentally lock away who Faux was and create you, Renard. A copy of Faux's heart and soul, though different because you lacked most of his significant memories due to the erasure."
Renard stood silently, processing all of what the child had said. His 'life' had been a lie.
"Then... who are you?"
The child taps his feet impatiently in response.
"I'm Faux. I've been locked away in here for a long time. Your forgotten memories belong to me. I've been taking over your body until you recover," he says.
"Alright... then you can keep doing that," replies Renard defiantly. "There's no point if I come back."
Faux frowns at his ability to give up so quickly. "I can't stay, y'know. I may have been given a form and mind up in the real world, but... when I'm interacting with people, I can't feel anything. I can merely imitate how I looked and acted like in the past. It's all a facade. No emotions actually surface. Only faux feelings. It's because my heart's in here... with you. You should come back whenever you're healed. Don't you want to save your friends? Help those you care about? Rebuild Waise?"
Renard looks at the ground sadly.
"I... can't. I'm powerless. There's no way I can save anyone. It'll end up being a repeat of Faux all over again."
Faux shakes his head and looks at him angrily. "You don't need power! Merely existing gives you the power to oppose those who go against you...! As long as you live, you can do anything your heart desires! The future you desire belongs to you! ...But you deserve to rest for now. I'll take care for you until you're finally ready."
It takes a brief moment of silence before Renard finally says something in response.
"...Thanks, Faux."
"No problem. After all, I am the greatest engi--"
Renard looks up strangely. Faux had stopped mid-sentence for what seemed like no reason. He gasps once he sets his eyes on Faux; his head had been replaced with some sort of black void. He makes the mistake of looking into the void... and the void stares back, consuming him.
Since Chisille was expecting some fort of reaction while she prepared her next move, the shove that Faux did to her completely misses as she leaps to the side. It seems as though Faux had decided to retreat for whatever reason. Well whatever it was, she was not finished with him. She might have been out of her main source of ranged attacks, but she still had more tricks.
She took another deep breath in such a way that made it look like she was going to cast fire again, however as soon as Faux turned around to blow the raspberry, she blew forth something else from inside her. This stuff looked like a grey mist of sorts, billowing out throughout the staircase where he stood. As soon as he had been surrounded by the stuff, he started to feel different. Everything was becoming more peaceful about him as his emotions changed. He started to feel calmer and happier, as if there wasn't anything to be afraid of about the situation, especially not the 'dog'. The 'dog' wasn't a danger at all no matter how menacing it might've been before.
Once this had been done, Chisille angrily lunged at Faux again, this time aiming to sink her teeth into his sword arm while her front claws made their mark elsewhere.
Though the mist looked like it had worked on Faux, instead of his emotions changing, he quite literally shuts down right in front of the dragon. This was because, unbeknownst to Chisille, Faux lacked any emotion at all, therefore causing a malfunction. Then as the mist dissipates and Chisille leaps at him, a brilliant light blinds her mid-leap. She doesn't feel Faux's flesh before she lands, meaning she missed.
When the light finally fades away, nothing seems to have changed. Faux still stands there as before, though now he seems to be in a daze instead of completely shut-down.
Ei sits quietly next to Annie, observing the twinkles of light. Unsure of what they are, Ei remains seated, ready to act.
Although the eerie silence remains, the haunted feeling it had presented is subdued by the increasing, marvelous array of randomly appearing lights, while outside the darkness surrounding the mansion begins to glitter like a festive decoration.
Meanwhile, Maras enters the mansion again, saying a few words in an unknown language to open a temporary doorway through the barrier created by Ezmond, and passing through while it's open. Once inside, the barrier closes again and Maras wanders around, eventually arriving in the Dining Room.
"Lady Ei saved this man, that's the relationship they have." A voice speaks, coming from the doorway into the dining room. Maras walks in, apparently the person who spoke. He walks up to Lyudmila, pokes her with the back of his spear, and mutters the words 'Can't handle alcohol, huh?' before looking at Ezra, and then at the other people in the room.
"As for answers to your questions, I'm afraid neither I nor Lyudmila can answer them all, even though we are her servants. Lady Ei's species for example is something nobody knows, and I'm not sure even Ei herself knows nowadays. She's not here right now because she's got some... intruders to deal with. Those figures that have entered this building are targetting her friend, Miss Annie. She has, however, asked us to not interfere, and that goes for you too, Revel." Maras says as he points his spear at Revel for a bit before stabbing it into the ground.
"But, since Lyudmila here passed out due to being drunk, I do believe I'm the only one here in any position to answer any questions about her you might have. As for you," Maras says as he looks at Ezra. "Lady Ei is busy right now but she should be finished soon. I must ask you to wait for her to be finished and not try and get to her before that."
For the most part, the replies of those in the dining room do little to serve Ezra's inquiry. He remains unresponsive until Maras enters the room. He takes a reluctant step back, recalling the boy from outside the mansion, but he listens with intent caution to Maras' every word. Once Maras had concluded his speech, Ezra shakes his head seemingly distraught, yet somehow enamored of Maras as he begins to approach the boy with his twisted and struggled walk. He falls prostrate at Maras' feet, as one would to pay homage to a sovereign.
"You are blessed to be in service of her. I am not worthy of this grace. But I beg of you this day, have mercy upon me, please. Allow me to follow in your footsteps - allow me to assist your cause in any way that I can.... that when the appointed time is due, I may present Lady Ei with my gift of thanksgiving...."
Though the mist looked like it had worked on Faux, instead of his emotions changing, he quite literally shuts down right in front of the dragon. This was because, unbeknownst to Chisille, Faux lacked any emotion at all, therefore causing a malfunction. Then as the mist dissipates and Chisille leaps at him, a brilliant light blinds her mid-leap. She doesn't feel Faux's flesh before she lands, meaning she missed.
When the light finally fades away, nothing seems to have changed. Faux still stands there as before, though now he seems to be in a daze instead of completely shut-down.
Just as Chisille was about to sink her teeth into his arm, a bright flash occurred, coming from Faux. She quickly shut her eyes, landing unsteadily on the stairs as she tried to recover her sight. Leaving no time to waste she turned around while blinking hard, ready for another lunge at the man now standing there in a daze. Now even more furious then before, she wasted no time sinking her teeth into his arm again. Even though she could've, she didn't go for the throat, like what happened with Fin.
Faux felt the dozens of sharp little needles pierce through his skin and sink into his arm, letting him know that he definitely was on the bad side for this particular 'dog'. However after the first second of hard biting, it was replaced with a stranger but still painful feeling. The area around where Chisille had her mouth felt stranger, as if he was being drawn up through a large straw, and her throat started gulping. For whatever reason, she was sucking his blood out from his arm and drinking it.
The satisfaction this brought the dragoness was unexpected to her, for the most part. She knew that Fin and Annie's blood would taste sweet, as that's what she was commanded to feel. However drawing from Faux was just still sweet for her, satisfying in a way. Her anger subsided somewhat as this went on, though it was almost too clear that she didn't feel like stopping. At least not yet.
Whether Faux forcefully ends this or she ends up being satisfied enough to let go, she licks her lips of the remaining crimson liquid.
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Fin, still in his catatonic state, instinctively yelled and jerked around as the dragon's teeth pierced his neck, throwing off his satchel and pack of Billiards in the process, them now the ones bouncing around.
In the final moments of what he thought would be the end of his life, he looked back... Back to a time long before when he had much to care about, much to be grateful for. Back to when he had met her.
(Because I don't know how to make a break-line.)
Fin woke up groggy on a straw bed, looking out a window as the sun rose outside it. The room was sparsely decorated, with but a few pieces of furniture, the bed he was on counted among them. 'Where am I? How did I get here?' These silent questions went unanswered.
As he moved his head about, he felt something on his forehead. He weakly reached out and slowly dragged it off his fore-head. A wet rag. Next to his bed he saw a small chair and table that had a bowl of water on it. Shaking with exhaustion and weakness, he grabbed it with both hands, and took it to himself for a long pull to soothe his scorched throat.
As he was in the middle of his second drink, somebody walked in. He looked up and saw a young girl about his age standing at the door, staring shocked at him as he stared back. He couldn't help but admire the dark, black locks of hair she had, so much like his own, and the gentle, kind face with the deep blue eyes, as well as-
"You're awake." The girl finally spoke. Ah, 'What a melody' he thought. It was like choir of angels singi- "You're awake! Uncle Erick, he's awake!" YELLING at him.
A man walked into the room, looking like the jovial type of person, with bright, mischevious eyes, and blond hair as yellow as a corn field. "Ah, our guest has finally awoken! Took you long enough." He laughed and sat down in the chair next to Fin. "Hello there! I'm Erick. And what might be you're name, young man?"
Fin had to think for a moment, fighting through the fog of exhaustion he had, as well as the distracting presence of the girl in the room. "M- my name is Fin, sir." He said in a small voice.
"Now, Fin, can you tell me the last thing you remember?" Fin really had to think on that one. What was the last thing he was doing before he got here? He had been picking apples earlier that day for his mother, and on his way home he had-
Fin, suddenly very awake for a moment, tore off the sheet of sheep's wool on him, and looked desperately at his ankle, seeing it bandaged and clean, though thankfully there was no sign of the snake that was there before. "I- I was walking home. I had some apples for m- my mother. There w- was a snake. I... I don't remember after that... Sir." Slowly he laid back down, rubbing his head, all too tired again. The hay was suddenly a lot more comfortable and appealing.
"You're lucky my niece found you. If she hadn't been there too help you and carry you back here, I'd perish at the thought of what might have happened. But don't you worry, we'll have you fixed up and on your feet...." The world faded out as Fin closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, embracing the blackness and peace it gave...
(Seriously, how do I make a break-line?)
Back in the present, Fin closed his eyes and drifted off, the Billiards and satchel still bouncing around as he fainted into the peace of darkness once again.
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A past conversation comes into mind as Faux grimaces at the situation.
The Truth is anywhere at any given time. The Truth is double-edged. The Truth comes from your heart. The Truth relies on your heart, else it falters.
Huh...? Are you talking about the sword, or...
It is your truth, Renard. Make of that what you will.
Yeah. I'll master it. If I can protect them with this, then I'll master it.
Faux winces in pain from the stabbing-- though he recovers quickly enough, having endured worse in the past. He frantically assesses the situation; he had to think of some way to resolve this peacefully. But it was futile; he could not appeal to their emotions if he barely knew anything about her. He starts to panic and holds out his hands, and a semi-transparent apparition of his silver mechanical sword appears in front of him. He thought about it; he could easily step on the creature and impale its back with his sword. Faux shakes his head in disgust and dispels his thoughts as his sword becomes solid in front of him.
There was not much time-- he grabs the Truth and, instead of his original idea, he grips the handle of his sword tightly and slams the blade into the tail stabbing him, presumably causing enough pain for the creature to release their grip upon the person. Faux painfully pulls back his leg, becoming free of the tail spike.
"Sorry, Mr. Statistic, but you gotta get outta here. The greatest engineer can handle himself just fine," he says urgently. He kicks the creature off the person's chest forcefully, and, with as much force as he can muster, he drags the person away and sends him tumbling into the stairs.
Faux dusts off his hands and turns back to look at the creature, its tail still impaled with his sword. A moment of tense silence passes as he looks into its eyes briefly. "Now it's just you and me, Mr. Death Corgi. I shouldn't have expected less from that name," he remarks. "You're not a regular dog, are you? Dog experts like me know that they act based off instinct, y'know. But you've got some sort of drive. I can see it. The determination in your eyes. It's not normal. You must be under the influence of something."
"So you've got two choices. The best engineer in the world'll make it very simple for you. Walk away, and everyone'll be happy, you can find whatever you're looking for, and I'll definitely get you inducted as a real member of the Super Mega Death Corgi breed," says Faux cheerily. "Or..."
Faux's face falls as he says the next sentence.
"You can fight me."
He childishly taps his feet impatiently, looking extremely harmless as he does this. Despite being a mere child, something is off about him. A weird sinking feeling, more like a menacing aura emanates from Faux that suggests that even though he looked completely open to attack, something bad was going to happen if the 'corgi' chose to strike.
Chisille was so close to her goal. She could feel her teeth close around Fin's windpipe, the taste of his blood on her tongue. It felt like this was going to fix every single horrible thing, every single unfair event that had happened in her life. Ending his life was going to solve everything. However, before she could achieve her goal of pure satisfaction, her tail that was already keeping Faux off of her suddenly seared in sharp pain. She remembered the feeling. A cold thin bit of metal running into her. She had just been stabbed by the man.
It was just enough for her to roar in pain, relaxing her grip from around Fin's neck as she let the bellow of pain out. Unfortunately for Fin though, while she had not condemned his death by her maw, the bleeding and crushing she had manage to inflict would certainly end his life sooner or later, possibly still even with some of the more mundane treatment applied.
Another blow struck her side this time, though far less painful and much blunter. It forced her mostly off the poor unconscious man, but she still had a few paws rested on him. Turns out she was heavier then expected for some reason, even managing to hurt his foot from her density. While she was recovering from the kick, her claws that were still on Fin dug in as he was dragged away. It wasn't enough to drag her along as well, but Fin's going to wake up with an extra couple sets of long scratches too.
While her prize was dragged the rest of the way down the staircase, Chisille quickly glanced at her tail. The sword it hadn't quite gone straight through her tail, but from the looks of the blood lining the wound indicated that this wasn't just going to heal in a couple of days. She violently shook her tail one way, causing the blade to slip out from her flesh and noisily clatter behind her as she turned to face off against Faux again.
She bared her teeth once more, anger still flowing through her like fire. Her low growl made it very clear that he was also in the way, and the smoke rising from her nose slits indicated that fire flowing through her was more reality then just a figure of speech. Faux made a very good argument, and Chisille would leave them both in peace and seek what she was really after... had she not been under the influence of her hatred with her thought processes shoved to the side.
"H..." she growled, but quickly cut herself off.
Her wings flared, her claws marked the floor, her eyes locked on to the latest interruption and the fire she was bringing up from deep inside her surged forward at Faux, filling the stairway with a bright dazzling orange and yellow light as searing hot flames barreled towards him.
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"Yeah, I feel the same about you, doll face." Sluggy replied, then curled up in the crook of Trixie's neck to take a nap while absorbing the sweet love of her company. He didn't seem to care at all about anything else going on in the room.
Boris just shrugs at Ezra's question, then again when Jack asks his. Revel, on the other hand, replied to Jack with a discerning nod.
"That'll be a friend, and the lady responsible for..." He looks back at Lyudmila sleeping on the floor, as if she may have been related to the situation somehow, then decides not to finish what may have been a far too informative explanation for everybody in the room. He then looks to Ezra, while refraining from his usual acclaimed demeanor.
"Don't worry, I don't believe anyone here will bite unless you bite them first. No need to be afraid...." Revel informs the charred man, in one of his more benevolent tones. "And as for Ei, yes.... She is definitely upstairs, but I don't think she's accepting... guests at the moment. A little preoccupied, you understand? In the meantime, maybe you'd like to share who you are, and why you might be asking for Ei? I'm sure the others here would feel a little more comfortable if they knew who they were talking to."
Ezra doesn’t seem to react to Jack’s ignorance on the matter, he however seems slightly eased by Revel’s statement. He rises slowly from his crouched position, eyes flickering from Jack to Trixie with dwelling caution. Now standing, though awry by cause of his disjointed right leg and contorted torso, he regards each person with equal diffidence.
“My name is Ezra.” He winces slightly, believing those words alone could warrant a hostile reaction, but when the expected rancor was not rendered, he concludes his statement with calming stress. “Ei delivered me from Hades and… worse . I wish to… convey my gratitude.”
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Ei sits quietly next to Annie, observing the twinkles of light. Unsure of what they are, Ei remains seated, ready to act.
Meanwhile, Maras enters the mansion again, saying a few words in an unknown language to open a temporary doorway through the barrier created by Ezmond, and passing through while it's open. Once inside, the barrier closes again and Maras wanders around, eventually arriving in the Dining Room.
The last thing she sees of Faux before the ferocious flames fill the stairway in front of her is him picking his nose absentmindedly. As the flames finally dissipate, Faux is nowhere to be seen anywhere in front of her in the charred stairway. Absolutely no remains are left to speak of, though he couldn't possibly have escaped in that kind of time-frame. An uncomfortable silence fills the air for a brief moment. Then, a familiar high-pitched voice, though lacking the cheeriness that usually accompanies it, speaks out.
"Should've taken the easy way out. That's not something I give out like candy."
Looking up at an angle, it's Faux, sitting on his sword which is stuck firmly into the wall. His golden-coloured coat is slightly charred.
"That's alright, though. It all works out in the end," he says, shrugging. His legs shuffle a little as he grabs the hilt of his blade. "Together, we can find out-- do dogs go to heaven?"
Faux's bottom slides off the sword. His feet and free hand latches on to the wall. His other hand, still firmly grabbing the Truth's hilt, pulls it out from the wall sharply and smoothly like a hot knife through butter. Then, using the wall as a launching point, Faux, much like before, spins through the air incredibly fast towards the dragon, his blade leaving a brilliant silver trail as he moves. The air around him strangely becomes distorted. He somehow leaves afterimages due to his speed, in addition to managing to change his trajectory on a dime, leaving the dragon guessing as to where he was in the air. Whatever the dragon's reaction is, Faux, after finally reaching her, seems to 'phase' through-- though this is merely just him going around, and his sword never touches her, instead serving as more of a distraction.
Now suddenly behind the dragon, he flips his sword and grips the hilt in reverse, striking her bluntly with the pommel of his sword.
Trixie smiled at this. This allowed her to focus on...more important manners. It was also a little cute.
Trixie took a step forward towards Ezra, and looked him over for a breif few seconds. "Who is Ei exactly? And how would spinning us up into a tornado 'convey gratitude' ?" she asked, slightly accusatory, but not making any hostile action.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
When the flames disappeared, leaving no trace of Faux at all Chisille knew something was up.Things did not vanish from her flames. He was still around here somewhere. The good news was that, without him obstructing the staircase, she was free to bound down them after Fin, her prize. She got halfway down the staircase when Faux called out, revealing where he was.
She might've been tired from everything that had happened, particularly the lack of proper sleep and all the running, but her anger continued to fuel her actions. She would not back down from this fight, not if Faux was an obstacle in her way. The flames that she had left inside her continued to burn and before Faux had even finished speaking, another large jet of it shot out towards him, spreading it around far more with several turns of her head. His super speed through the air allowed him to avoid the fire, but with the display she was causing she didn't really get to see any of the fancy mid-air movements that he caused.
However with all the flames being shot everywhere, the walls, floor and roof began to burn down. Smoke started to rise up and fill the stairway as the fire spread around the place, burning up whatever it can reach.
Chisille suddenly felt a strong blunt strike from behind her as the hilt of Faux's blade struck her. Compared to the sword piercing through her tail, both the kick and the hilt smash were merely angering her even more. She quickly wheeled around, mouth wide open, intending to char Faux before he could get moving again. However instead of a large surge of flames headed towards him all that came from her mouth was a thin stream that only lasted a second. After two massive bursts, she had used up all of her supply and needed to recharge.
After quickly deciding what to do next, she prepared herself for Faux's counterattack against her less-then-impressive fire.
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"Gratitude?" Silas inquired, out of the blue. "I can already surmise what sort of gratitude you are giving... Anyway, could you explain to us more about yourself, and Ei, other than whatever relationship exists between the two of you?" he then questions passively.
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Faux watches the flames erupt throughout the stairway before he comes to a sudden realisation; the guy he sent tumbling down the stairs would die from the fire. He lets go of his sword and it returns to floating behind his back, as usual.
"Tch," he scoffs with a grimace, whilst ignoring a sharp pain resulting from the dragon's uneventful stream of fire. "Lucky girl."
Taking advantage of Chisille's momentary weakness, he shoves her out of the way forcefully and dashes through the smoke down the stairs, though he pauses briefly to childishly blow a raspberry at her before continuing.
"Lady Ei saved this man, that's the relationship they have." A voice speaks, coming from the doorway into the dining room. Maras walks in, apparently the person who spoke. He walks up to Lyudmila, pokes her with the back of his spear, and mutters the words 'Can't handle alcohol, huh?' before looking at Ezra, and then at the other people in the room.
"As for answers to your questions, I'm afraid neither I nor Lyudmila can answer them all, even though we are her servants. Lady Ei's species for example is something nobody knows, and I'm not sure even Ei herself knows nowadays. She's not here right now because she's got some... intruders to deal with. Those figures that have entered this building are targetting her friend, Miss Annie. She has, however, asked us to not interfere, and that goes for you too, Revel." Maras says as he points his spear at Revel for a bit before stabbing it into the ground.
"But, since Lyudmila here passed out due to being drunk, I do believe I'm the only one here in any position to answer any questions about her you might have. As for you," Maras says as he looks at Ezra. "Lady Ei is busy right now but she should be finished soon. I must ask you to wait for her to be finished and not try and get to her before that."
Since Chisille was expecting some fort of reaction while she prepared her next move, the shove that Faux did to her completely misses as she leaps to the side. It seems as though Faux had decided to retreat for whatever reason. Well whatever it was, she was not finished with him. She might have been out of her main source of ranged attacks, but she still had more tricks.
She took another deep breath in such a way that made it look like she was going to cast fire again, however as soon as Faux turned around to blow the raspberry, she blew forth something else from inside her. This stuff looked like a grey mist of sorts, billowing out throughout the staircase where he stood. As soon as he had been surrounded by the stuff, he started to feel different. Everything was becoming more peaceful about him as his emotions changed. He started to feel calmer and happier, as if there wasn't anything to be afraid of about the situation, especially not the 'dog'. The 'dog' wasn't a danger at all no matter how menacing it might've been before.
Once this had been done, Chisille angrily lunged at Faux again, this time aiming to sink her teeth into his sword arm while her front claws made their mark elsewhere.
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"And who would you be?" Silas questions, narrowing his eyes. "I'm sorry if I seem so tense, but you said that the little girl named Annie was involved..." He seems to be holding back a little bit of rage, but nobody in the room other than Revel can surmise why. Under the table, his fists clenched. "If this Ei is an ally of her, then she has a few... questions to answer," he seethes.
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"Hades, indeed, nothing like hell to spend an eternity in." Revel smirks, amused by Ezra's response; "No doubt that's where all the well behaved kids go to play when they die."
Revel covering his face with his hand for a moment, then sighs before looking at Trixie. "Are you on drugs? Perhaps I didn't pay enough attention to your mind when I gave you that body...." He looks down at himself, then at everyone else in the room as if searching for someone who obviously isn't there. "I think it's been established that Ei isn't here, so all the windy tornado do-da could hardly be conveyed in any way for Ei, yes?"
"I do believe I'm developing a headache here. You don't need to be a God to figure out that this frightened and battered little soul hasn't yet got a 'substantial' relationship with Ei. Hence his request to find her in his endeavor to convey gratitude for delivering him from the naughty kids corner. Is all that new will I gave you playing havoc with your reasoning abilities?"
"Oh please, Maras, if I wanted to interfere, all this mess would have already been dealt with. I'm quite happy to watch Ei struggle, it's far more entertaining. Besides, ending all the fun with a snap of ones fingers is far too vulgar a display of power, what would that leave for the mortals to do? I'm not one for changing nappies. So go point your silly little stick at someone else, like, say..." He points at Trixie.
"And on that note, I do believe it's time for me to leave." Revel looks around at everyone to say; "I for one had a delightful time this evening, as I hope you all enjoyed dinner as well. But I really must be going now, let you funny little mortals have your play time. Will be seeing around!"
With that, Revel winks at Jack, blows a kiss to sleeping Lyudmila on the floor, gives Boris a firm pat on the shoulder, then disappears.
Trixie huffed at that, and then watched as Revel simply vanished. She didn't really want to reply to him anyway. She turned her attention back to Ezra.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Renard grimaces at the golden-clothed figure in front of him. There was no point doing anything anymore. He surmises that he had been asleep for a long time. Just enough time for everyone to forget him. That was fine. This wasteland, a realm of swords, was fitting for him. He would rather be swept away by the shores of time. There was always replacements for 'heroes' like him.
He looks back at the thousands of swords stuck into the ground behind him. He had been treading this forsaken land for what had seemed like days, heading to his single objective; a child hooded in a golden coat that simply stood resting their hands on their mechanical sword, unmoving for the entire time Renard had been there. Finally, he stands in front of the child, and a silence reigns over the two as nothing appears to happen.
It is only after a few minutes that something extremely strange begins to happen; the child grabs the sword and pulls it up from the ground. Then-- he rushes at Renard, sword first. Renard at first becomes perplexed at the sight of what seems like a gun-barrel on the side of the blade and the copious amount of blood covering it, though he shakes his head and quickly unsheathes Maras' sword in reaction. The boy's sword starts to emanate a strange light-- and then, suddenly, an explosion of what seems like blue light occurs, blinding Renard temporarily, though he quickly opens his eyes fast enough to see the boy with his hood off; the power coming from his sword had blown it clean off. The blade was now also completely hidden-- obscured by a glowing blue light.
Renard breathes a sigh of relief as the boy runs past him. He was apparently not aiming for him at all, though he suddenly recoils in surprise as the boy's face comes into view; he was crying, and he looked exactly like Renard, except much younger. That was himself, realises Renard. The boy's strange attire was starting to become extremely familiar to him. He had definitely worn the golden-coloured coat prominently in the past, though he could not remember why.
His heart sinks as he looks back at the graveyard of swords. It was now that every single sword was being wielded. An army of thousands. He watches as his younger self plunges into the army with his sword. It was an impressive sight; the boy looked as if he were flying through the army of swordsmen effortlessly, leaving a trail of blood whilst the brilliant blue light emanating from his sword cut through the humans like a hot knife through butter. But it was futile; he had made some sort of crazy decision to fight them and stuck to it, and so he would die here. Renard knew-- he was reliving events of the past, though it did almost nothing to jog his memory besides the sight of himself.
"Faux."
Renard sharply turns around at the sound of a high-pitched voice behind him. It was the boy again, though this time not a figment of the past.
"Faux... who is that? Why do I keep hearing about him...?" questions Renard.
The boy takes off his hood to reveal his younger self once again, though this time with a serene expression.
"You didn't always have the name Renard," he says. "Don't you remember? It's an alias you set for yourself. Your real name is Faux Ambrose."
Renard looks at the boy with a mixture of confusion and sadness.
"I'm... Faux? It's funny... I feel like I don't know myself at all... What do you know about me, that I don't? And that sword... what is it?"
The boy averts his eyes, unsure of what to say. He breathes in deeply.
"First, the sword is an ancient relic. It's the Truth. The Truth belongs to both you and Faux. You share it. It runs on emotional power, almost entirely. It comes from your heart, so you can summon it at any time. It's the reason," says the boy, looking at his copy cleave through the army, "why it looks so powerful right now. His emotions are overflowing."
Renard ponders this for a second.
"Me... and Faux? We share it? Aren't we the same person?"
The boy shuffles uncomfortably, trying to find the right answer to his questions.
"You... you were never supposed to exist."
Renard steps back in a momentary state of panic at this revelation. He shakes his head in disbelief.
"What? How could you even say such a thing... even if it were true?"
'Faux' looked at Renard with a saddened expression. He expected this kind of reaction.
"...Sorry. That's the real you," he says, pointing at the apparition of Faux in the distance, still appearing to be fighting the army frantically. "You were born of a child's powerless crusade. A crusade to protect everything he loved, including the city he had moved into at a young age That's the short version of the tale, anyway. When the child, Faux, died in the battle you are witnessing right now, there was regret within his enemies. He had great powers, and it was all wasted. So they attempted to revive him and wipe his memories of what had happened between him and them in some misguided attempt to make him a sleeper agent, but... what it actually did was accidentally lock away who Faux was and create you, Renard. A copy of Faux's heart and soul, though different because you lacked most of his significant memories due to the erasure."
Renard stood silently, processing all of what the child had said. His 'life' had been a lie.
"Then... who are you?"
The child taps his feet impatiently in response.
"I'm Faux. I've been locked away in here for a long time. Your forgotten memories belong to me. I've been taking over your body until you recover," he says.
"Alright... then you can keep doing that," replies Renard defiantly. "There's no point if I come back."
Faux frowns at his ability to give up so quickly. "I can't stay, y'know. I may have been given a form and mind up in the real world, but... when I'm interacting with people, I can't feel anything. I can merely imitate how I looked and acted like in the past. It's all a facade. No emotions actually surface. Only faux feelings. It's because my heart's in here... with you. You should come back whenever you're healed. Don't you want to save your friends? Help those you care about? Rebuild Waise?"
Renard looks at the ground sadly.
"I... can't. I'm powerless. There's no way I can save anyone. It'll end up being a repeat of Faux all over again."
Faux shakes his head and looks at him angrily. "You don't need power! Merely existing gives you the power to oppose those who go against you...! As long as you live, you can do anything your heart desires! The future you desire belongs to you! ...But you deserve to rest for now. I'll take care for you until you're finally ready."
It takes a brief moment of silence before Renard finally says something in response.
"...Thanks, Faux."
"No problem. After all, I am the greatest engi--"
Renard looks up strangely. Faux had stopped mid-sentence for what seemed like no reason. He gasps once he sets his eyes on Faux; his head had been replaced with some sort of black void. He makes the mistake of looking into the void... and the void stares back, consuming him.
Though the mist looked like it had worked on Faux, instead of his emotions changing, he quite literally shuts down right in front of the dragon. This was because, unbeknownst to Chisille, Faux lacked any emotion at all, therefore causing a malfunction. Then as the mist dissipates and Chisille leaps at him, a brilliant light blinds her mid-leap. She doesn't feel Faux's flesh before she lands, meaning she missed.
When the light finally fades away, nothing seems to have changed. Faux still stands there as before, though now he seems to be in a daze instead of completely shut-down.
Although the eerie silence remains, the haunted feeling it had presented is subdued by the increasing, marvelous array of randomly appearing lights, while outside the darkness surrounding the mansion begins to glitter like a festive decoration.
For the most part, the replies of those in the dining room do little to serve Ezra's inquiry. He remains unresponsive until Maras enters the room. He takes a reluctant step back, recalling the boy from outside the mansion, but he listens with intent caution to Maras' every word. Once Maras had concluded his speech, Ezra shakes his head seemingly distraught, yet somehow enamored of Maras as he begins to approach the boy with his twisted and struggled walk. He falls prostrate at Maras' feet, as one would to pay homage to a sovereign.
"You are blessed to be in service of her. I am not worthy of this grace. But I beg of you this day, have mercy upon me, please. Allow me to follow in your footsteps - allow me to assist your cause in any way that I can.... that when the appointed time is due, I may present Lady Ei with my gift of thanksgiving...."
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Sometime during Sunset's sleep. She managed to be closer to Vernon, her head almost resting on him.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Just as Chisille was about to sink her teeth into his arm, a bright flash occurred, coming from Faux. She quickly shut her eyes, landing unsteadily on the stairs as she tried to recover her sight. Leaving no time to waste she turned around while blinking hard, ready for another lunge at the man now standing there in a daze. Now even more furious then before, she wasted no time sinking her teeth into his arm again. Even though she could've, she didn't go for the throat, like what happened with Fin.
Faux felt the dozens of sharp little needles pierce through his skin and sink into his arm, letting him know that he definitely was on the bad side for this particular 'dog'. However after the first second of hard biting, it was replaced with a stranger but still painful feeling. The area around where Chisille had her mouth felt stranger, as if he was being drawn up through a large straw, and her throat started gulping. For whatever reason, she was sucking his blood out from his arm and drinking it.
The satisfaction this brought the dragoness was unexpected to her, for the most part. She knew that Fin and Annie's blood would taste sweet, as that's what she was commanded to feel. However drawing from Faux was just still sweet for her, satisfying in a way. Her anger subsided somewhat as this went on, though it was almost too clear that she didn't feel like stopping. At least not yet.
Whether Faux forcefully ends this or she ends up being satisfied enough to let go, she licks her lips of the remaining crimson liquid.
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