When Ezmond enters unannounced, Ariel panics, naturally. But he really can't think of any reasonable or believable excuse to get him out of the trouble he just found himself in. While Ezmond is yelling, Ariel struggles to put on his pants, only managing to get one leg in before Ezmond fired the red pulse at him. Using his wings for a little extra boost, he launches himself across the room and takes cover behind a couple of rhinoceros's.
"I'm sorry!" He yells out and finishes doing up his pants, "I'm a weak, weak angel and just couldn't resist kissing your beautiful daughter!" As he finished talking he realizes his choice of apology probably didn't help his cause at all.
Betty finally finds something say!
"Daddy, stop! Don't hurt Ariel - don't ya know it's bad luck to kill an angel!"
"Well hot diggity dang!" Ezmond yells back at Betty in no polite way whatsoever; "You're in this place for less than a New York minute and already you're gallivanting about with all them boys in town! Now you listen here, young lady, I didn't raise my darling daughter to be some floozy woozy night walker! I'm taking care of this here good for nothing hot rod rejection of our good lord, and them I'm taking you all the way home to spank you till you blister!"
Betty screams! "Gosh dammit all anyway on a perfectly fine Sunday morning, Daddy - I'm not do'n noth'n with all the gosh darn boys in town, it's just this one angel, I swear upon my own grave! Why you always gotta go and do this to all my boyfriends anyhow??"
Then! As Ezmond turns to shoot another blast at the Rhinoceroses sheltering Ariel, Betty launches her own spell at Ezmond. As Ezmond is ducking for cover, not wanting to be turned into a turtle or something like that, Betty yells out for Ariel run!
"I've got ya covered, baby! Save your hot butt while you still can!"
"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."
Jack looks at Maras as he enters, listening as he talks about Ei. The mention of Annie in particular got a few responses out of people, mostly poor ones; he could understand why, given his own experiences with the girl. Seeing as how Maras's master was now revealed to be allied with the girl, Jack couldn't help but wonder if he had led him and the others to the mansion as a trap. Annie did, after all, say that they were all going to die.
But on the other hand, given the displays of power Annie had shown, if she had simply planned to kill them she easily could have during their encounters earlier in the day. Yet, she did not show any obvious signs of hostility towards them. Jack contemplated her words from the road up to the church again, wondering if perhaps they had been a warning he had misinterpreted rather than a threat.
Perhaps it was the Order he should be worried about, not the girl. Regardless, he wouldn't let his guard down until he was certain.
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"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.
Jack gives Revel a salute as he leaves. "See you around, Revel."
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...."
Jack watches Ezra as he approaches Maras, his grip no longer upon Magebuster, as the charred man didn't appear to pose any threat to them.
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
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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.
Faux looks around in confusion, before finally noticing the dragon sinking its teeth into his arm.
"W-Who's this?! Get off!" he exclaims, momentarily panicking as he grabs at her and shoves her off. Briefly, he holds out his hand and looks at the golden-coloured coat he was wearing-- apparently coming to some sort of realisation. He grabs at the wound Chisille inflicted on him and tries to step away from her, only to stumble and fall on his bottom, almost as if he were not used to his height.
"You're... you're that girl's pet," he utters, trying to find his breath. "Why've I been awakened...?"
"Daddy, stop! Don't hurt Ariel - don't ya know it's bad luck to kill an angel!"
"Well hot diggity dang!" Ezmond yells back at Betty in no polite way whatsoever; "You're in this place for less than a New York minute and already you're gallivanting about with all them boys in town! Now you listen here, young lady, I didn't raise my darling daughter to be some floozy woozy night walker! I'm taking care of this here good for nothing hot rod rejection of our good lord, and them I'm taking you all the way home to spank you till you blister!"
Betty screams! "Gosh dammit all anyway on a perfectly fine Sunday morning, Daddy - I'm not do'n noth'n with all the gosh darn boys in town, it's just this one angel, I swear upon my own grave! Why you always gotta go and do this to all my boyfriends anyhow??"
Then! As Ezmond turns to shoot another blast at the Rhinoceroses sheltering Ariel, Betty launches her own spell at Ezmond. As Ezmond is ducking for cover, not wanting to be turned into a turtle or something like that, Betty yells out for Ariel run!
"I've got ya covered, baby! Save your hot butt while you still can!"
Ariel figured he better take Betty's advice and make a break for it while he could. Using a rhinoceros as a launching pad and his wings for an extra boost, he flew across the room, flipping in a kind of sideways somersault about half way to plant a quick kiss on Betty's cheek while passing by. On the other side of the room he hit the floor running while calling back 'You were great!' and simultaneously opening the door. He then entered the basement where he kept up the pace, ascending the stair on the other side and through the next door into the library. Not bothering to stop for a formal introduction, but said a quick hello to a strange man wandering aimlessly in burnt long johns before exiting the next door to see Chisille ravaging Renard - who was for some reason now dressed in a golden coat - and some other guy laying bleeding on the floor. It was quite a bloody mess to say the least, but Ariel didn't have time to stop and ask questions. Taking another leap, he managed to say 'Hi' to both Chisille and Renard as he flew by overhead, down the stairs, and out the next door.
He was now in the foyer, only to find the front door of the mansion was blocked by a pink force field, so turning around he went back out the door he had entered, but did NOT find himself back with chisille and Renard. Instead, he was in the lounge room. Now, since he had been preoccupied with Betty of late, he hadn't even noticed the alterations that had taken place to the mansion, so at that point he had to pause for a confused moment.
"Well, that's a little odd. From the bedroom to the basement to the library, and now this...."
Feeling like there wasn't much point dwelling on the phenomenon, and still not feeling he'd created a safe distance between himself and Ezmond, he shrugged and ran off through the next door, down a hallway and out into the kitchen where he tripped on a jar of honey and landed face first in a pile of assorted cuisines. Sitting up, he took a dazed look around at the mass quantity of foodstuff covering the floor.
"I know a God given sign when I see one...." he said, picking up a perfectly roasted chicken leg; "Must be time to take a break."
Unfortunately, as he started feeding, he felt a curious sensation move through his body, causing his bones to ache and skin to crawl like a vast army of ants had covered him.
"Oh no, that can't be good...." He told himself as the delicious food slide down his throat. "...I think I may have yet another problem."
Ariel was pretty sure what the problem was, and it wasn't good. Being with a woman out of wedlock was a big no-no, especially in his line work. But at the same time there wasn't much he could about that now, what was done was done, and besides, he was apparently far too hungry to dwell on the problem for the time being. He would just have to worry about that later... not that worry was going to help the matter in any way.
Keeping his position on the floor of the kitchen, he continued stuffing his face.
"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.
Maras chuckles at Revel's actions towards Lyudmila, before turning to Silas to answer his questions.
"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.
"As Revel was nice enough to mention, my name is Maras. Anyway, as for your questions..." Maras steps closer to the table and puts his spear on it, pointing it's glowing tip at Silas "I'm sure they're questions about things what her favourite foods are, right? It'd be a real shame if she got... upset at you, you know?"
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...."
Maras looks curiously at Ezra as he falls at his feet. He wasn't used to people begging to help them in ways that wasn't saving them in some way, so he isn't quite sure how to respond.
"If your request is to help her in her fight then I'm afraid I cannot comply; she has forbidden even me and Lyudmila from helping, and I am not sure what her plans are."
"But, if you truly wish to aid her in any way, I'm sure she'll happily accept your request once she's done."
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.
As the amount of lights increases, Ei is started to become suspicious of their purpose. While at first she thought they might have belonged to Annie, she is starting to doubt that possibility. She stands up, the air wavering around her, ready to react.
Faux looks around in confusion, before finally noticing the dragon sinking its teeth into his arm.
"W-Who's this?! Get off!" he exclaims, momentarily panicking as he grabs at her and shoves her off. Briefly, he holds out his hand and looks at the golden-coloured coat he was wearing-- apparently coming to some sort of realisation. He grabs at the wound Chisille inflicted on him and tries to step away from her, only to stumble and fall on his bottom, almost as if he were not used to his height.
"You're... you're that girl's pet," he utters, trying to find his breath. "Why've I been awakened...?"
Not bothering to stop for a formal introduction, but said a quick hello to a strange man wandering aimlessly in burnt long johns before exiting the next door to see Chisille ravaging Renard - who was for some reason now dressed in a golden coat - and some other guy laying bleeding on the floor. It was quite a bloody mess to say the least, but Ariel didn't have time to stop and ask questions. Taking another leap, he managed to say 'Hi' to both Chisille and Renard as he flew by overhead, down the stairs, and out the next door.
With Faux giving her one good shove against her snout, Chisille was forced to let go of his arm. What she had done to him seemed to cause him to do exactly as she wanted. With Faux being wounded, confused, and now on the ground and out of the way, Chisille roared at him as if to say 'Don't you DARE try that again!' before moving her attention away from the interruption once more and set her eyes back onto the unconscious Fin.
All the smoke and flames building up was making it a bit harder to breathe, especially since all the fighting had exhausted the small dragon somewhat. She still kept going, her anger willing her to keep pushing forward with her desire to tear this man's throat out. As she descended the rest of the stairs she momentarily looked up to see Ariel fly over them, but since he was moving too fast to even interact with and didn't bother her anyway, she didn't dwell on that subject for long.
The last few stairs she leapt down, landing roughly on the unconscious Fin and once more sinking her claws into him. At this point though with all his previous injuries this was more for the thrill of the moment rather then to keep him from fighting back. She opened her mouth, ready to finally end the life of this man once and for all while simultaneously emitting a low growl.
She made one final glance over to Faux to make sure he wasn't about to come at her again. Provided he wasn't, she turned back to Fin, extending her wings slightly in pleasure as she lunged down towards his throat.
Ariel figured he better take Betty's advice and make a break for it while he could. Using a rhinoceros as a launching pad and his wings for an extra boost, he flew across the room, flipping in a kind of sideways somersault about half way to plant a quick kiss on Betty's cheek while passing by. On the other side of the room he hit the floor running while calling back 'You were great!' and simultaneously opening the door. He then entered the basement where he kept up the pace, ascending the stair on the other side and through the next door into the library. Not bothering to stop for a formal introduction, but said a quick hello to a strange man wandering aimlessly in burnt long johns before exiting the next door to see Chisille ravaging Renard - who was for some reason now dressed in a golden coat - and some other guy laying bleeding on the floor. It was quite a bloody mess to say the least, but Ariel didn't have time to stop and ask questions. Taking another leap, he managed to say 'Hi' to both Chisille and Renard as he flew by overhead, down the stairs, and out the next door.
It takes seconds for Faux to register who had just flown above him. A half-smile forms on his face, though he shakes his head quickly and gets back to the situation at hand.
With Faux giving her one good shove against her snout, Chisille was forced to let go of his arm. What she had done to him seemed to cause him to do exactly as she wanted. With Faux being wounded, confused, and now on the ground and out of the way, Chisille roared at him as if to say 'Don't you DARE try that again!' before moving her attention away from the interruption once more and set her eyes back onto the unconscious Fin.
All the smoke and flames building up was making it a bit harder to breathe, especially since all the fighting had exhausted the small dragon somewhat. She still kept going, her anger willing her to keep pushing forward with her desire to tear this man's throat out. As she descended the rest of the stairs she momentarily looked up to see Ariel fly over them, but since he was moving too fast to even interact with and didn't bother her anyway, she didn't dwell on that subject for long.
The last few stairs she leapt down, landing roughly on the unconscious Fin and once more sinking her claws into him. At this point though with all his previous injuries this was more for the thrill of the moment rather then to keep him from fighting back. She opened her mouth, ready to finally end the life of this man once and for all while simultaneously emitting a low growl.
She made one final glance over to Faux to make sure he wasn't about to come at her again. Provided he wasn't, she turned back to Fin, extending her wings slightly in pleasure as she lunged down towards his throat.
Faux grits his teeth in anger.
"Why've I got to clean up that girl's messes?"
Faux briefly gets up and leans against the railing of the staircase, barely staying on-balance. He pats his side, only to find that his entire arsenal of weaponry had gone missing along with his original attire: his sword, halberd, and pistol. Blasted, thought Faux. Curses.
Memories of his sleep resurface as he tries desperately to find a way to save the man being mauled. He recalled that he had been talking to his past self... something about a sword that was both parts technology and magic and was connected to 'both' their hearts. That was it...! The Truth. He had to find his Truth and summon it. Faux held his hand out and closed his eyes. The truth, and the Truth. The two were interchangeable. He thought of how his past self had told him he were never meant to exist. He frowned. There was no denying it. Everything he had said, was, indeed, the truth.
His eyes open and the sword finally materialises in front of him. As he grabs it, the sword emanates a faint blue glow, something which 'Faux' didn't have with his version of the sword. Faux surmises that 'Faux' not having any emotions and instead imitating them from memory meant the sword was the weakest for him. The Truth was powered by emotional energy, after all, since it was connected to his heart.
Faux gets down to business immediately after Chisille stops paying attention to him; seeing the small barrel attached to the side of the blade that he had noticed in his sleep, he points the sword at Chisille and pulls a trigger located on the side of the hilt. With a crack, a shot is fired. Faux doesn't stop to confirm whether he had hit or not-- he immediately grabs the railing he had been leaning on and hops on it, sliding down the remaining set of stairs towards the dragon.
"Stop right there, damned scoundrel! You're not taking his life as long as I'm still alive!" he exclaims, having quite a rough landing but nonetheless managing to stay on his feet unlike before.
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Boris had a lot to think about, like the annoying piece of turkey meat stuck between his teeth. No amount tonguing seemed to dislodge it. He tried picking at it with his fingernail as well, but it just wouldn’t budge.
Of course, that might have been the least of his concerns because, mostly, Boris’ life had been a very confusing and troubling thing, and being in Waise didn’t help clear things up for him at all. For starts, he didn’t understand what was going on with the monsters; why they were there, or even why they wanted to kill him, and he especially had no idea why one of those monsters looked a lot like himself. Waise did offer Boris a few good things though, like Jack, the bone, cookies, and the big chest of gold he had stolen from the very strange man named Orson. Boris felt bad that he had to leave most of the gold on the street, but he was happy at the same time, knowing he had stuffed as much of it in his back pack as he could. There wasn’t anything else he could about that.
There was also the matter of the tornado that blew through the room for no apparent reason and rudely interrupted his most recent meal. It was a very good meal and a very bad tornado. Then there was that strange man named Ezra, who appeared in the dining room right after that happened. Ezra had obviously played with one too many fires in his life, maybe had too many fights with wild animals too, because he sure was ugly on account of all that mischief. Coincidently, it sounded like he had spent some time in hell, or Hades, something like that, and that couldn’t have been a good thing at all because, as that kind Mr. Revel had pointed out, only bad kids went to hell. A person could only guess, for that reason all by itself, that Mr. Ezra must have been a very, very bad boy. Boris was going to have to keep a careful eye on that guy.
Now, that right there brought to mind that very bad girl, Annie. She made Boris feel angry by not keeping her promise and throwing his gold all over the floor of that creepy graveyard house. It only seemed right that Boris should kill her, and he did, but for some reason she didn’t die. She was dead, that’s for sure, but then she wasn’t somehow, and that just made Boris feel even more worser about Annie. It was all so very confusing, but Boris made a promise to himself for sure; he would have to use his bone to kill her properly if he ever saw her again.
– And that was another matter that kept playing on Boris’s mind; the bone he had found in the store earlier that day, as well as some cookies that were yummy to his tummy. It sure made Boris sad that most of the cookies had been crushed to crumbs in his pocket during all that fighting early, although he sure was glad that his bone hadn’t broken… and that brought to mind the matter of Mr. Jack.
Mr. Jack was his friend, or at least Boris thought so. But Boris never had anyone he could call a friend before, and that made him worry a lot. Since all the people Boris had known in his life had either left him or treated him real bad, it was only a matter time before Jack left him too, so it was probably best that Boris let Jack go on his own, before Jack hurt his feeling and left him as well.
Even so, Mr. Jack sure was a very nice man, he even read the label on the bone for Boris in a way that sounded very exciting somehow. Jack said the bone was called ‘Revel Yell’, and was also a gift for Boris, no less given to him by that kind Mr. Revel, who apparently admired Boris a lot. But Boris couldn’t figure out why anyone would admire him, he’d never been admired by anyone before, ever. In any case, it sure was a really good bone and made him stronger when he fought stuff, even though it made him feel tired after using it. But that didn’t matter so much, it was still a very, very good bone, by far the best thing he’d ever owned.
Boris didn’t really know what to make of Mr. Revel though. Sure, he was nice enough, but he also must have been some sort of magic man who could make things appear and disappear, like the big stadium where he and Jack fought the giant knight, plus all the food on the table at dinner, Mr. Revel could even make himself disappear if he wanted to - and he did, right there in the dining room before Boris’ very eyes! That reminded Boris of a carnival he once went to, where he saw a man use smoke to make himself disappear, but Mr. Revel didn’t seem to need smoke to do that. He must have been a professional or something.
He didn’t know if it was a coincident or not, and really didn’t pay that part any mind at all, but Boris’ bone wasn’t the first time he’d made contact with Dragons in some way, and neither was that young dragon in the dining room earlier the first young dragon he’d seen. Not the less, seeing that dragon earlier sure brought back memories of the first time Boris had met a dragon, maybe close to five years go.
Back then, Boris was running away from some very mean people and just so happened to find a cave to hide in. It sure was dark in that cave, and it was night outside, so Boris snuck in and went to sleep on the first bit of flat rock he could feel, hoping that no one would find him while he was resting. Thing is, Boris got woken up by a loud grumbling noise, and right there in his face was a big dragon looking down at him. He could see the dragon well because morning had come and daylight was shining into the cave. Before Boris had time to do anything at all, that dragon picked him up with its mouth and threw him across the cave. He still has the scars on his chest from that bite. Boris remembered how much that hurt, and also how much it hurt when his head hit the wall when he landed. But the big angry dragon didn’t stop there, it just kept coming. That was when Boris drew a big knife from the back of his belt, and just as the dragon got close enough, he swung that big knife deep into the dragon’s eye. The knife must have stabbed the dragon in the brain as well, because then it just died.
After that, Boris got up and saw something else moving in the shadows, so holding his knife ready to defend himself some more, he went over for a closer look, and that’s when he saw some very young baby dragons huddled in the corner. Those baby dragons sure did look cute, but they were also very scared, and seeing them like that sure did make Boris feel bad about killing their mother. Boris didn’t kill the baby dragons, of course, he just left them all alone in that cave because he didn’t know what else to do, and he never blamed their mother for attacking him either, she was only protecting her babies. For that reason, Boris really didn’t mind dragons at all. In fact, dragons were one of his favourite things, and he sure did hope those baby dragons didn’t remember his face at all.
So those were some of the things Boris was thinking about while the conversation about Ezra was taking place in the dining room, but overall the conversation was, like most other things, very confusing for Boris, and all he really wanted to do was get that chunk of turkey out from between his teeth and find a comfortable bed for the night. All that food had made him sleepy.
He tapped Jack on the shoulder, just to say ‘sorry’ for reasons that Jack couldn’t have known, then turned away to leave the room. Unfortunately he had to stop before walking out the door, because he only just then remembered the house was acting all funny and finding a bedroom was probably going to be a hard thing to do.
Feeling sad and slumping dejectedly, he closed his eyes and wished he was a smarter man, smart enough to think of an easy way to find a soft bed. He wanted this so much that he even started picturing the bed he wanted to sleep in. The bed was big and soft, stuffed with feathers, not with straw like a lot of those lumpy beds were – and it just so happened, right at that moment, Boris disappeared before Jack’s very eyes.
When Jack saw Boris inexplicably vanish, he heard Revel’s voice move softly though the room, as if carried by a passing breeze.
“That’s my boy….”
A moment later, Boris opened his eyes on account of a strange feeling he had, kind of like a quick spell of dizziness, and that’s when he found himself standing in a bedroom and looking at a bed, the very same bed he had just been imagining.
Things were getting more and more confusing for Boris, but there was very little he could do about it all. He just let out a long sigh, shrugged, and thought it best that he just went to sleep for the night.
Faux grits his teeth in anger.
"Why've I got to clean up that girl's messes?"
Faux briefly gets up and leans against the railing of the staircase, barely staying on-balance. He pats his side, only to find that his entire arsenal of weaponry had gone missing along with his original attire: his sword, halberd, and pistol. Blasted, thought Faux. Curses.
Memories of his sleep resurface as he tries desperately to find a way to save the man being mauled. He recalled that he had been talking to his past self... something about a sword that was both parts technology and magic and was connected to 'both' their hearts. That was it...! The Truth. He had to find his Truth and summon it. Faux held his hand out and closed his eyes. The truth, and the Truth. The two were interchangeable. He thought of how his past self had told him he were never meant to exist. He frowned. There was no denying it. Everything he had said, was, indeed, the truth.
His eyes open and the sword finally materialises in front of him. As he grabs it, the sword emanates a faint blue glow, something which 'Faux' didn't have with his version of the sword. Faux surmises that 'Faux' not having any emotions and instead imitating them from memory meant the sword was the weakest for him. The Truth was powered by emotional energy, after all, since it was connected to his heart.
Faux gets down to business immediately after Chisille stops paying attention to him; seeing the small barrel attached to the side of the blade that he had noticed in his sleep, he points the sword at Chisille and pulls a trigger located on the side of the hilt. With a crack, a shot is fired. Faux doesn't stop to confirm whether he had hit or not-- he immediately grabs the railing he had been leaning on and hops on it, sliding down the remaining set of stairs towards the dragon.
"Stop right there, damned scoundrel! You're not taking his life as long as I'm still alive!" he exclaims, having quite a rough landing but nonetheless managing to stay on his feet unlike before.
Since Faux had begun to approach her, she didn't turn back to Fin to finish him off. Instead she growled even more as his sword once again was materialized and equipped. However with the damage Chisille had done to his sword arm, holding it up was harder to do. Not only because of the pain coming from the area that was bitten, but also because of the blood loss from around there as well.
With the sword being pointed directly at her, she knew that he wasn't just going to stand there waving a bit of metal at her. In anticipation for a fireball or an arrow or anything like that, she quickly dodged out of the way of where he was pointing as a loud bang occurred. The bullet from the barrel ended up striking some of the floorboards behind where she was, leaving a hole in the floor and sending a few splinters into the air.
The sound of the gun on the sword firing briefly disorientated her due to the noise, but she quickly shook that away and lined herself up with the approaching attacker. She once more opened up her mouth in preparation to send out something at Faux, but this wasn't the only thing she was doing. It might not be as satisfying to do instead of sinking her teeth into Fin, but killing him would still be satisfying and she was going to do that if she could afford it. Her tail searched around where she had been on Fin, and once she found his neck she prepared to strike down. The stab surely would end him.
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Maras chuckles at Revel's actions towards Lyudmila, before turning to Silas to answer his questions.
"As Revel was nice enough to mention, my name is Maras. Anyway, as for your questions..." Maras steps closer to the table and puts his spear on it, pointing it's glowing tip at Silas "I'm sure they're questions about things what her favourite foods are, right? It'd be a real shame if she got... upset at you, you know?"
Maras looks curiously at Ezra as he falls at his feet. He wasn't used to people begging to help them in ways that wasn't saving them in some way, so he isn't quite sure how to respond.
"If your request is to help her in her fight then I'm afraid I cannot comply; she has forbidden even me and Lyudmila from helping, and I am not sure what her plans are."
"But, if you truly wish to aid her in any way, I'm sure she'll happily accept your request once she's done."
As the amount of lights increases, Ei is started to become suspicious of their purpose. While at first she thought they might have belonged to Annie, she is starting to doubt that possibility. She stands up, the air wavering around her, ready to react.
"If you think I want to harm her, you are mistaking my motives," Silas hissed. "I simply want to ask her why her little friend... stole... my will..." he growled, his left eye twitching a little.
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
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Maras chuckles at Revel's actions towards Lyudmila, before turning to Silas to answer his questions.
"As Revel was nice enough to mention, my name is Maras. Anyway, as for your questions..." Maras steps closer to the table and puts his spear on it, pointing it's glowing tip at Silas "I'm sure they're questions about things what her favourite foods are, right? It'd be a real shame if she got... upset at you, you know?"
Maras looks curiously at Ezra as he falls at his feet. He wasn't used to people begging to help them in ways that wasn't saving them in some way, so he isn't quite sure how to respond.
"If your request is to help her in her fight then I'm afraid I cannot comply; she has forbidden even me and Lyudmila from helping, and I am not sure what her plans are."
"But, if you truly wish to aid her in any way, I'm sure she'll happily accept your request once she's done."
Ezra seems... frustrated. He repeats the request in words maybe better understood.
"I understand... I am not worthy to help. But please, allow me to follow you until such a time that Lady Ei is able to accept my gift."
As the amount of lights increases, Ei is started to become suspicious of their purpose. While at first she thought they might have belonged to Annie, she is starting to doubt that possibility. She stands up, the air wavering around her, ready to react.
As midnight draws closer, the spectacle of lights intensifies.
Since Faux had begun to approach her, she didn't turn back to Fin to finish him off. Instead she growled even more as his sword once again was materialized and equipped. However with the damage Chisille had done to his sword arm, holding it up was harder to do. Not only because of the pain coming from the area that was bitten, but also because of the blood loss from around there as well.
With the sword being pointed directly at her, she knew that he wasn't just going to stand there waving a bit of metal at her. In anticipation for a fireball or an arrow or anything like that, she quickly dodged out of the way of where he was pointing as a loud bang occurred. The bullet from the barrel ended up striking some of the floorboards behind where she was, leaving a hole in the floor and sending a few splinters into the air.
The sound of the gun on the sword firing briefly disorientated her due to the noise, but she quickly shook that away and lined herself up with the approaching attacker. She once more opened up her mouth in preparation to send out something at Faux, but this wasn't the only thing she was doing. It might not be as satisfying to do instead of sinking her teeth into Fin, but killing him would still be satisfying and she was going to do that if she could afford it. Her tail searched around where she had been on Fin, and once she found his neck she prepared to strike down. The stab surely would end him.
The voice inside is urging with increasing impatience. It is an urgency that is imparted onto Chisille.
"If you think I want to harm her, you are mistaking my motives," Silas hissed. "I simply want to ask her why her little friend... stole... my will..." he growled, his left eye twitching a little.
"Oh, I'm not worried about you harming her, you wouldn't stand much of a chance anyway. As for your question, Lady Ei probably doesn't know that, so asking her won't get you any useful information." Maras says, smiling at Silas.
"Besides, even if she did, why would she tell you?"
As midnight draws closer, the spectacle of lights intensifies.
As midnight draws closer and the spectacle of lights increase in intensity, Ei is growing impatient, wondering how long until Annie is done.
OOC: I'm not sure if you want me to announce midnight or that you're planning something with it, so I'm giving you (and only you. If anyone else tries to be smart and declare midnight their character(s) will die a horrible death :3) the permission to announce midnight in your post if you want/need to. Unless you want me to do that, of course.
The dazzling array of lights both in the attic and surrounding the mansion climax in the forming of one light. This light fills the mansion and all of Waise for but a moment, yet only affecting the following people:
Boris Dreams…
Boris stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Boris can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Boris, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Boris draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have born your animosity. Your strength and heart have been imparted.”
Boris now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Boris, and speak.
“Father.”
Boris wakes upon his bed.
Silas falls to the floor and dreams…
Silas stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Silas can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Silas, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Silas draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have coveted your will. Your Volition has been imparted.”
Silas now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Silas, and speak.
“Father.”
Silas wakes on the floor of the dining room.
Somewhere in Waise, a certain dark puppeteer dreams….
He stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
He can see Annie. She is facing him, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
He draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have feasted on your power. I have claimed it as my own. Your darkness has been imparted.”
He now looks upon the infant. The infant is not smiling, they turn their gaze to him, and speak.
“Your end is nigh.”
He awakens.
Ei falls to the floor and Dreams…
Ei stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Ei can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Ei, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Ei draws near, longing to behold the child. She stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have endured your contest. I have known your carnal love. Your seed has been claimed as my host. Your gift is my giving.”
Ei now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Ei, and speak.
“Love me.”
Ei wakes on the floor of the attic. Annie’s chamber is unchanged. The lights are gone. The unsettling sense of a looming presence has returned to the room in their absence.
With the exception of Ezra and Chisille, the same looming presence is now felt by all those in the mansion. …It is clear that every person is being watched by an unseen, encroaching malevolence.
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Since Faux had begun to approach her, she didn't turn back to Fin to finish him off. Instead she growled even more as his sword once again was materialized and equipped. However with the damage Chisille had done to his sword arm, holding it up was harder to do. Not only because of the pain coming from the area that was bitten, but also because of the blood loss from around there as well.
With the sword being pointed directly at her, she knew that he wasn't just going to stand there waving a bit of metal at her. In anticipation for a fireball or an arrow or anything like that, she quickly dodged out of the way of where he was pointing as a loud bang occurred. The bullet from the barrel ended up striking some of the floorboards behind where she was, leaving a hole in the floor and sending a few splinters into the air.
The sound of the gun on the sword firing briefly disorientated her due to the noise, but she quickly shook that away and lined herself up with the approaching attacker. She once more opened up her mouth in preparation to send out something at Faux, but this wasn't the only thing she was doing. It might not be as satisfying to do instead of sinking her teeth into Fin, but killing him would still be satisfying and she was going to do that if she could afford it. Her tail searched around where she had been on Fin, and once she found his neck she prepared to strike down. The stab surely would end him.
Faux stood there silently, his ragged hyperventilating being the only sound he could hear. His legs would not move him, as if his resolve had shattered in a matter of a few seconds. Time slowed to a crawl as the reality of the situation unfolded in front of his eyes. The man was going to die, and there were no options to take. The same, again, and again, and again. Losing what he cared to protect, even after rebirth. Was him and Faux destined for the same outcome every time? Would he have not been better off staying in the dream world forever? Those were questions he asked himself in this fleeting moment of despair.
Then I'm Faux, he decided to himself. We are the same. There's no Renard now. I should carry those burdens myself. I should think about what he-- no, what I would do in this kind of situation.
Faux still continues to stand there, motionless. No matter how hard he tries, he can't think of anything. His mind begins to become blank. The futility starts to dawn on him. As if it were some kind of response to this, a golden glimmer in the air shines next to Faux for a split second, and he is thrown rather forcefully to the side by an unknown entity before Chisille's attack hits.
"Oh, I'm not worried about you harming her, you wouldn't stand much of a chance anyway. As for your question, Lady Ei probably doesn't know that, so asking her won't get you any useful information." Maras says, smiling at Silas.
"Besides, even if she did, why would she tell you?"
"Ah, I see. Very well." Maras responds, smiling. "I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon but you're welcome to follow me."
As midnight draws closer and the spectacle of lights increase in intensity, Ei is growing impatient, wondering how long until Annie is done.
OOC: I'm not sure if you want me to announce midnight or that you're planning something with it, so I'm giving you (and only you. If anyone else tries to be smart and declare midnight their character(s) will die a horrible death :3) the permission to announce midnight in your post if you want/need to. Unless you want me to do that, of course.
Silas raises a fist to yell a reply, but before he can say anything, he feels everything start to go in slow motion. Realizing that someone magically knocked him out, he instead latches onto the table as he falls over, trying with all his might to stay awake. But to everyone else, he simply falls over, clumsily slaps the table a couple of times while slurring a few unintelligible words, and falls over, out cold.
The dazzling array of lights both in the attic and surrounding the mansion climax in the forming of one light. This light fills the mansion and all of Waise for but a moment, yet only affecting the following people:
Boris Dreams…
Boris stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Boris can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Boris, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Boris draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have born your animosity. Your strength and heart have been imparted.”
Boris now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Boris, and speak.
“Father.”
Boris wakes upon his bed.
Silas falls to the floor and dreams…
Silas stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Silas can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Silas, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Silas draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have coveted your will. Your Volition has been imparted.”
Silas now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Silas, and speak.
“Father.”
Silas wakes on the floor of the dining room.
Somewhere in Waise, a certain dark puppeteer dreams….
He stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
He can see Annie. She is facing him, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
He draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have feasted on your power. I have claimed it as my own. Your darkness has been imparted.”
He now looks upon the infant. The infant is not smiling, they turn their gaze to him, and speak.
“Your end is nigh.”
He awakens.
Ei falls to the floor and Dreams…
Ei stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Ei can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Ei, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Ei draws near, longing to behold the child. She stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have endured your contest. I have known your carnal love. Your seed has been claimed as my host. Your gift is my giving.”
Ei now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Ei, and speak.
“Love me.”
Ei wakes on the floor of the attic. Annie’s chamber is unchanged. The lights are gone. The unsettling sense of a looming presence has returned to the room in their absence.
With the exception of Ezra and Chisille, the same looming presence is now felt by all those in the mansion. …It is clear that every person is being watched by an unseen, encroaching malevolence.
Immediately after the dream, Silas jolts himself awake, cold sweat breaking all over his face, whatever color on his face fully drained away. He looks around at everyone else, confused at where he was. Whatever made him sleep clearly horrified him enough to make him lose his bearings, if only for a moment. But before anyone else had the opportunity to say a thing, all that was gravely uttered from his mouth was four words.
"What... has... she... done?"
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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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Sunset goes to look around for a way back to her friends. Unfortunately for her she doesn't find her way back to them, as it is blocked by debris and pieces from the church. She decides to pace about the place for now, staying quiet and on alert just in case.
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Trixie looked to Jack in a slight worry. "What do you think that could be...?" she asks, slightly nervous.
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So those were some of the things Boris was thinking about while the conversation about Ezra was taking place in the dining room, but overall the conversation was, like most other things, very confusing for Boris, and all he really wanted to do was get that chunk of turkey out from between his teeth and find a comfortable bed for the night. All that food had made him sleepy.
He tapped Jack on the shoulder, just to say ‘sorry’ for reasons that Jack couldn’t have known, then turned away to leave the room. Unfortunately he had to stop before walking out the door, because he only just then remembered the house was acting all funny and finding a bedroom was probably going to be a hard thing to do.
Feeling sad and slumping dejectedly, he closed his eyes and wished he was a smarter man, smart enough to think of an easy way to find a soft bed. He wanted this so much that he even started picturing the bed he wanted to sleep in. The bed was big and soft, stuffed with feathers, not with straw like a lot of those lumpy beds were – and it just so happened, right at that moment, Boris disappeared before Jack’s very eyes.
When Jack saw Boris inexplicably vanish, he heard Revel’s voice move softly though the room, as if carried by a passing breeze.
“That’s my boy….”
Jack turned to Boris as he tapped his shoulder and apologized- what for, Jack didn't know- and watched as the man walked off, disappearing without a trace. The voice that accompanied Boris's disappearance was enough for him to figure out how Boris had vanished, though not why. Jack wondered if he had simply been moved to somewhere else in the mansion, or to another location entirely. Only time would tell if their path were to cross again.
"See you around, Boris..." Jack mutters to nobody in particular, turning back to face Ezra and Maras once more.
The dazzling array of lights both in the attic and surrounding the mansion climax in the forming of one light. This light fills the mansion and all of Waise for but a moment, yet only affecting the following people:
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With the exception of Ezra and Chisille, the same looming presence is now felt by all those in the mansion. …It is clear that every person is being watched by an unseen, encroaching malevolence.
Jack glances around as the brief flash of light fills the room they are in, followed shortly after by a sense of dread; something that he had experienced plenty of times before, but not one that he felt he would ever get used to. Jack draws Magebuster, looking around the room in an attempt to try to find some source of this growing sense of hostility.
Silas raises a fist to yell a reply, but before he can say anything, he feels everything start to go in slow motion. Realizing that someone magically knocked him out, he instead latches onto the table as he falls over, trying with all his might to stay awake. But to everyone else, he simply falls over, clumsily slaps the table a couple of times while slurring a few unintelligible words, and falls over, out cold.
Immediately after the dream, Silas jolts himself awake, cold sweat breaking all over his face, whatever color on his face fully drained away. He looks around at everyone else, confused at where he was. Whatever made him sleep clearly horrified him enough to make him lose his bearings, if only for a moment. But before anyone else had the opportunity to say a thing, all that was gravely uttered from his mouth was four words.
"What... has... she... done?"
Silas's collapse manages to distract Jack from the air of malevolence filling the room for a moment, lasting only until the old man awoke from his brief slumber. "What do you mean, Silas? What happened?"
Trixie looked to Jack in a slight worry. "What do you think that could be...?" she asks, slightly nervous.
"I'm not sure... the robed figures, perhaps? Or perhaps Ei and Annie are up to something... regardless of what it is, be on your guard." Jack was inclined to believe that the members of the Order were in some way responsible for the malevolent feeling that filled the mansion; they had given him a bad feeling before, and with the events that had transpired that night, that feeling could only get worse.
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I'm me, and you're you. We're different, now. We can't merge. It would do you good to stop pretending to be me. Be yourself. Let go of the past. Thanks for everything. - A boy in gold
Faux stood there silently, his ragged hyperventilating being the only sound he could hear. His legs would not move him, as if his resolve had shattered in a matter of a few seconds. Time slowed to a crawl as the reality of the situation unfolded in front of his eyes. The man was going to die, and there were no options to take. The same, again, and again, and again. Losing what he cared to protect, even after rebirth. Was him and Faux destined for the same outcome every time? Would he have not been better off staying in the dream world forever? Those were questions he asked himself in this fleeting moment of despair.
Then I'm Faux, he decided to himself. We are the same. There's no Renard now. I should carry those burdens myself. I should think about what he-- no, what I would do in this kind of situation.
Faux still continues to stand there, motionless. No matter how hard he tries, he can't think of anything. His mind begins to become blank. The futility starts to dawn on him. As if it were some kind of response to this, a golden glimmer in the air shines next to Faux for a split second, and he is thrown rather forcefully to the side by an unknown entity before Chisille's attack hits.
Chisille didn't care about how Faux just stood there, overwhelmed by the situation that had been set before him. According to her, he was an interruption stopping her from completing her goal. Once the goal was finished though things might end up being a little different, though she will remember him when he tries to do anything like this again.
With the sudden and impatient yell surging through her mind, the sense of urgency of her task rose dramatically. She wasn't hesitating before since each time she either was interrupted or had to cover her scales from an attack, but this emotional boost just made the spike on her tail plunge into Fin's throat faster. With a sickening noise of splitting flesh, her spike was jammed straight into his windpipe. Fin's unconscious body couldn't help but gasp for air as his respiratory system started to fail, blood filling the corners of his mouth.
When Chisille heard the small tear of Fin's throat, satisfaction for completing her task ran through her. It felt good, very very good to get 'revenge' on all the things that she had to suffer for over her short life. However, it wasn't whole satisfaction. Annie, her other target, was still alive somewhere. She needed to die before Chisille felt completely satisfied.
At the same time, Chisille's attack on Faux was another cloud of that grey mist in an attempt to keep him away. She didn't have much of a choice to use it either, as that was all she thought she had. Luckily for Faux, the golden glimmer managed to get him out of the way of the direct blast so his emotions were not completely overrun in an instant, like before.
Now that Fin was dead, Chisille had no reason to stay around in this room anymore. Faux was busy being shoved about or (what she assumed) under the effects of her calming mist, Annie was elsewhere, the golden glimmer was of no importance to her and the entire staircase was about to go up in flames anyway. Without hesitating, she pulled her tail spike out of the dying man and walked over to the nearest door, then started to open it.
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Jack turned to Boris as he tapped his shoulder and apologized- what for, Jack didn't know- and watched as the man walked off, disappearing without a trace. The voice that accompanied Boris's disappearance was enough for him to figure out how Boris had vanished, though not why. Jack wondered if he had simply been moved to somewhere else in the mansion, or to another location entirely. Only time would tell if their path were to cross again.
"See you around, Boris..." Jack mutters to nobody in particular, turning back to face Ezra and Maras once more.
Jack glances around as the brief flash of light fills the room they are in, followed shortly after by a sense of dread; something that he had experienced plenty of times before, but not one that he felt he would ever get used to. Jack draws Magebuster, looking around the room in an attempt to try to find some source of this growing sense of hostility.
Silas's collapse manages to distract Jack from the air of malevolence filling the room for a moment, lasting only until the old man awoke from his brief slumber. "What do you mean, Silas? What happened?"
"I'm not sure... the robed figures, perhaps? Or perhaps Ei and Annie are up to something... regardless of what it is, be on your guard." Jack was inclined to believe that the members of the Order were in some way responsible for the malevolent feeling that filled the mansion; they had given him a bad feeling before, and with the events that had transpired that night, that feeling could only get worse.
"Annie... child..." was all that he was willing to say. Having noticed the aura of malevolence in the mansion, however, he refuses to say more as he becomes alert to anything that could come out at him at any moment.
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
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Betty finally finds something say!
"Daddy, stop! Don't hurt Ariel - don't ya know it's bad luck to kill an angel!"
"Well hot diggity dang!" Ezmond yells back at Betty in no polite way whatsoever; "You're in this place for less than a New York minute and already you're gallivanting about with all them boys in town! Now you listen here, young lady, I didn't raise my darling daughter to be some floozy woozy night walker! I'm taking care of this here good for nothing hot rod rejection of our good lord, and them I'm taking you all the way home to spank you till you blister!"
Betty screams! "Gosh dammit all anyway on a perfectly fine Sunday morning, Daddy - I'm not do'n noth'n with all the gosh darn boys in town, it's just this one angel, I swear upon my own grave! Why you always gotta go and do this to all my boyfriends anyhow??"
Then! As Ezmond turns to shoot another blast at the Rhinoceroses sheltering Ariel, Betty launches her own spell at Ezmond. As Ezmond is ducking for cover, not wanting to be turned into a turtle or something like that, Betty yells out for Ariel run!
"I've got ya covered, baby! Save your hot butt while you still can!"
Jack looks at Maras as he enters, listening as he talks about Ei. The mention of Annie in particular got a few responses out of people, mostly poor ones; he could understand why, given his own experiences with the girl. Seeing as how Maras's master was now revealed to be allied with the girl, Jack couldn't help but wonder if he had led him and the others to the mansion as a trap. Annie did, after all, say that they were all going to die.
But on the other hand, given the displays of power Annie had shown, if she had simply planned to kill them she easily could have during their encounters earlier in the day. Yet, she did not show any obvious signs of hostility towards them. Jack contemplated her words from the road up to the church again, wondering if perhaps they had been a warning he had misinterpreted rather than a threat.
Perhaps it was the Order he should be worried about, not the girl. Regardless, he wouldn't let his guard down until he was certain.
Jack gives Revel a salute as he leaves. "See you around, Revel."
Jack watches Ezra as he approaches Maras, his grip no longer upon Magebuster, as the charred man didn't appear to pose any threat to them.
Faux looks around in confusion, before finally noticing the dragon sinking its teeth into his arm.
"W-Who's this?! Get off!" he exclaims, momentarily panicking as he grabs at her and shoves her off. Briefly, he holds out his hand and looks at the golden-coloured coat he was wearing-- apparently coming to some sort of realisation. He grabs at the wound Chisille inflicted on him and tries to step away from her, only to stumble and fall on his bottom, almost as if he were not used to his height.
"You're... you're that girl's pet," he utters, trying to find his breath. "Why've I been awakened...?"
Ariel figured he better take Betty's advice and make a break for it while he could. Using a rhinoceros as a launching pad and his wings for an extra boost, he flew across the room, flipping in a kind of sideways somersault about half way to plant a quick kiss on Betty's cheek while passing by. On the other side of the room he hit the floor running while calling back 'You were great!' and simultaneously opening the door. He then entered the basement where he kept up the pace, ascending the stair on the other side and through the next door into the library. Not bothering to stop for a formal introduction, but said a quick hello to a strange man wandering aimlessly in burnt long johns before exiting the next door to see Chisille ravaging Renard - who was for some reason now dressed in a golden coat - and some other guy laying bleeding on the floor. It was quite a bloody mess to say the least, but Ariel didn't have time to stop and ask questions. Taking another leap, he managed to say 'Hi' to both Chisille and Renard as he flew by overhead, down the stairs, and out the next door.
He was now in the foyer, only to find the front door of the mansion was blocked by a pink force field, so turning around he went back out the door he had entered, but did NOT find himself back with chisille and Renard. Instead, he was in the lounge room. Now, since he had been preoccupied with Betty of late, he hadn't even noticed the alterations that had taken place to the mansion, so at that point he had to pause for a confused moment.
"Well, that's a little odd. From the bedroom to the basement to the library, and now this...."
Feeling like there wasn't much point dwelling on the phenomenon, and still not feeling he'd created a safe distance between himself and Ezmond, he shrugged and ran off through the next door, down a hallway and out into the kitchen where he tripped on a jar of honey and landed face first in a pile of assorted cuisines. Sitting up, he took a dazed look around at the mass quantity of foodstuff covering the floor.
"I know a God given sign when I see one...." he said, picking up a perfectly roasted chicken leg; "Must be time to take a break."
Unfortunately, as he started feeding, he felt a curious sensation move through his body, causing his bones to ache and skin to crawl like a vast army of ants had covered him.
"Oh no, that can't be good...." He told himself as the delicious food slide down his throat. "...I think I may have yet another problem."
Ariel was pretty sure what the problem was, and it wasn't good. Being with a woman out of wedlock was a big no-no, especially in his line work. But at the same time there wasn't much he could about that now, what was done was done, and besides, he was apparently far too hungry to dwell on the problem for the time being. He would just have to worry about that later... not that worry was going to help the matter in any way.
Keeping his position on the floor of the kitchen, he continued stuffing his face.
Maras chuckles at Revel's actions towards Lyudmila, before turning to Silas to answer his questions.
"As Revel was nice enough to mention, my name is Maras. Anyway, as for your questions..." Maras steps closer to the table and puts his spear on it, pointing it's glowing tip at Silas "I'm sure they're questions about things what her favourite foods are, right? It'd be a real shame if she got... upset at you, you know?"
Maras looks curiously at Ezra as he falls at his feet. He wasn't used to people begging to help them in ways that wasn't saving them in some way, so he isn't quite sure how to respond.
"If your request is to help her in her fight then I'm afraid I cannot comply; she has forbidden even me and Lyudmila from helping, and I am not sure what her plans are."
"But, if you truly wish to aid her in any way, I'm sure she'll happily accept your request once she's done."
As the amount of lights increases, Ei is started to become suspicious of their purpose. While at first she thought they might have belonged to Annie, she is starting to doubt that possibility. She stands up, the air wavering around her, ready to react.
With Faux giving her one good shove against her snout, Chisille was forced to let go of his arm. What she had done to him seemed to cause him to do exactly as she wanted. With Faux being wounded, confused, and now on the ground and out of the way, Chisille roared at him as if to say 'Don't you DARE try that again!' before moving her attention away from the interruption once more and set her eyes back onto the unconscious Fin.
All the smoke and flames building up was making it a bit harder to breathe, especially since all the fighting had exhausted the small dragon somewhat. She still kept going, her anger willing her to keep pushing forward with her desire to tear this man's throat out. As she descended the rest of the stairs she momentarily looked up to see Ariel fly over them, but since he was moving too fast to even interact with and didn't bother her anyway, she didn't dwell on that subject for long.
The last few stairs she leapt down, landing roughly on the unconscious Fin and once more sinking her claws into him. At this point though with all his previous injuries this was more for the thrill of the moment rather then to keep him from fighting back. She opened her mouth, ready to finally end the life of this man once and for all while simultaneously emitting a low growl.
She made one final glance over to Faux to make sure he wasn't about to come at her again. Provided he wasn't, she turned back to Fin, extending her wings slightly in pleasure as she lunged down towards his throat.
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It takes seconds for Faux to register who had just flown above him. A half-smile forms on his face, though he shakes his head quickly and gets back to the situation at hand.
Faux grits his teeth in anger.
"Why've I got to clean up that girl's messes?"
Faux briefly gets up and leans against the railing of the staircase, barely staying on-balance. He pats his side, only to find that his entire arsenal of weaponry had gone missing along with his original attire: his sword, halberd, and pistol. Blasted, thought Faux. Curses.
Memories of his sleep resurface as he tries desperately to find a way to save the man being mauled. He recalled that he had been talking to his past self... something about a sword that was both parts technology and magic and was connected to 'both' their hearts. That was it...! The Truth. He had to find his Truth and summon it. Faux held his hand out and closed his eyes. The truth, and the Truth. The two were interchangeable. He thought of how his past self had told him he were never meant to exist. He frowned. There was no denying it. Everything he had said, was, indeed, the truth.
His eyes open and the sword finally materialises in front of him. As he grabs it, the sword emanates a faint blue glow, something which 'Faux' didn't have with his version of the sword. Faux surmises that 'Faux' not having any emotions and instead imitating them from memory meant the sword was the weakest for him. The Truth was powered by emotional energy, after all, since it was connected to his heart.
Faux gets down to business immediately after Chisille stops paying attention to him; seeing the small barrel attached to the side of the blade that he had noticed in his sleep, he points the sword at Chisille and pulls a trigger located on the side of the hilt. With a crack, a shot is fired. Faux doesn't stop to confirm whether he had hit or not-- he immediately grabs the railing he had been leaning on and hops on it, sliding down the remaining set of stairs towards the dragon.
"Stop right there, damned scoundrel! You're not taking his life as long as I'm still alive!" he exclaims, having quite a rough landing but nonetheless managing to stay on his feet unlike before.
Boris had a lot to think about, like the annoying piece of turkey meat stuck between his teeth. No amount tonguing seemed to dislodge it. He tried picking at it with his fingernail as well, but it just wouldn’t budge.
Of course, that might have been the least of his concerns because, mostly, Boris’ life had been a very confusing and troubling thing, and being in Waise didn’t help clear things up for him at all. For starts, he didn’t understand what was going on with the monsters; why they were there, or even why they wanted to kill him, and he especially had no idea why one of those monsters looked a lot like himself. Waise did offer Boris a few good things though, like Jack, the bone, cookies, and the big chest of gold he had stolen from the very strange man named Orson. Boris felt bad that he had to leave most of the gold on the street, but he was happy at the same time, knowing he had stuffed as much of it in his back pack as he could. There wasn’t anything else he could about that.
There was also the matter of the tornado that blew through the room for no apparent reason and rudely interrupted his most recent meal. It was a very good meal and a very bad tornado. Then there was that strange man named Ezra, who appeared in the dining room right after that happened. Ezra had obviously played with one too many fires in his life, maybe had too many fights with wild animals too, because he sure was ugly on account of all that mischief. Coincidently, it sounded like he had spent some time in hell, or Hades, something like that, and that couldn’t have been a good thing at all because, as that kind Mr. Revel had pointed out, only bad kids went to hell. A person could only guess, for that reason all by itself, that Mr. Ezra must have been a very, very bad boy. Boris was going to have to keep a careful eye on that guy.
Now, that right there brought to mind that very bad girl, Annie. She made Boris feel angry by not keeping her promise and throwing his gold all over the floor of that creepy graveyard house. It only seemed right that Boris should kill her, and he did, but for some reason she didn’t die. She was dead, that’s for sure, but then she wasn’t somehow, and that just made Boris feel even more worser about Annie. It was all so very confusing, but Boris made a promise to himself for sure; he would have to use his bone to kill her properly if he ever saw her again.
– And that was another matter that kept playing on Boris’s mind; the bone he had found in the store earlier that day, as well as some cookies that were yummy to his tummy. It sure made Boris sad that most of the cookies had been crushed to crumbs in his pocket during all that fighting early, although he sure was glad that his bone hadn’t broken… and that brought to mind the matter of Mr. Jack.
Mr. Jack was his friend, or at least Boris thought so. But Boris never had anyone he could call a friend before, and that made him worry a lot. Since all the people Boris had known in his life had either left him or treated him real bad, it was only a matter time before Jack left him too, so it was probably best that Boris let Jack go on his own, before Jack hurt his feeling and left him as well.
Even so, Mr. Jack sure was a very nice man, he even read the label on the bone for Boris in a way that sounded very exciting somehow. Jack said the bone was called ‘Revel Yell’, and was also a gift for Boris, no less given to him by that kind Mr. Revel, who apparently admired Boris a lot. But Boris couldn’t figure out why anyone would admire him, he’d never been admired by anyone before, ever. In any case, it sure was a really good bone and made him stronger when he fought stuff, even though it made him feel tired after using it. But that didn’t matter so much, it was still a very, very good bone, by far the best thing he’d ever owned.
Boris didn’t really know what to make of Mr. Revel though. Sure, he was nice enough, but he also must have been some sort of magic man who could make things appear and disappear, like the big stadium where he and Jack fought the giant knight, plus all the food on the table at dinner, Mr. Revel could even make himself disappear if he wanted to - and he did, right there in the dining room before Boris’ very eyes! That reminded Boris of a carnival he once went to, where he saw a man use smoke to make himself disappear, but Mr. Revel didn’t seem to need smoke to do that. He must have been a professional or something.
He didn’t know if it was a coincident or not, and really didn’t pay that part any mind at all, but Boris’ bone wasn’t the first time he’d made contact with Dragons in some way, and neither was that young dragon in the dining room earlier the first young dragon he’d seen. Not the less, seeing that dragon earlier sure brought back memories of the first time Boris had met a dragon, maybe close to five years go.
Back then, Boris was running away from some very mean people and just so happened to find a cave to hide in. It sure was dark in that cave, and it was night outside, so Boris snuck in and went to sleep on the first bit of flat rock he could feel, hoping that no one would find him while he was resting. Thing is, Boris got woken up by a loud grumbling noise, and right there in his face was a big dragon looking down at him. He could see the dragon well because morning had come and daylight was shining into the cave. Before Boris had time to do anything at all, that dragon picked him up with its mouth and threw him across the cave. He still has the scars on his chest from that bite. Boris remembered how much that hurt, and also how much it hurt when his head hit the wall when he landed. But the big angry dragon didn’t stop there, it just kept coming. That was when Boris drew a big knife from the back of his belt, and just as the dragon got close enough, he swung that big knife deep into the dragon’s eye. The knife must have stabbed the dragon in the brain as well, because then it just died.
After that, Boris got up and saw something else moving in the shadows, so holding his knife ready to defend himself some more, he went over for a closer look, and that’s when he saw some very young baby dragons huddled in the corner. Those baby dragons sure did look cute, but they were also very scared, and seeing them like that sure did make Boris feel bad about killing their mother. Boris didn’t kill the baby dragons, of course, he just left them all alone in that cave because he didn’t know what else to do, and he never blamed their mother for attacking him either, she was only protecting her babies. For that reason, Boris really didn’t mind dragons at all. In fact, dragons were one of his favourite things, and he sure did hope those baby dragons didn’t remember his face at all.
So those were some of the things Boris was thinking about while the conversation about Ezra was taking place in the dining room, but overall the conversation was, like most other things, very confusing for Boris, and all he really wanted to do was get that chunk of turkey out from between his teeth and find a comfortable bed for the night. All that food had made him sleepy.
He tapped Jack on the shoulder, just to say ‘sorry’ for reasons that Jack couldn’t have known, then turned away to leave the room. Unfortunately he had to stop before walking out the door, because he only just then remembered the house was acting all funny and finding a bedroom was probably going to be a hard thing to do.
Feeling sad and slumping dejectedly, he closed his eyes and wished he was a smarter man, smart enough to think of an easy way to find a soft bed. He wanted this so much that he even started picturing the bed he wanted to sleep in. The bed was big and soft, stuffed with feathers, not with straw like a lot of those lumpy beds were – and it just so happened, right at that moment, Boris disappeared before Jack’s very eyes.
When Jack saw Boris inexplicably vanish, he heard Revel’s voice move softly though the room, as if carried by a passing breeze.
“That’s my boy….”
A moment later, Boris opened his eyes on account of a strange feeling he had, kind of like a quick spell of dizziness, and that’s when he found himself standing in a bedroom and looking at a bed, the very same bed he had just been imagining.
Things were getting more and more confusing for Boris, but there was very little he could do about it all. He just let out a long sigh, shrugged, and thought it best that he just went to sleep for the night.
So he did.
Since Faux had begun to approach her, she didn't turn back to Fin to finish him off. Instead she growled even more as his sword once again was materialized and equipped. However with the damage Chisille had done to his sword arm, holding it up was harder to do. Not only because of the pain coming from the area that was bitten, but also because of the blood loss from around there as well.
With the sword being pointed directly at her, she knew that he wasn't just going to stand there waving a bit of metal at her. In anticipation for a fireball or an arrow or anything like that, she quickly dodged out of the way of where he was pointing as a loud bang occurred. The bullet from the barrel ended up striking some of the floorboards behind where she was, leaving a hole in the floor and sending a few splinters into the air.
The sound of the gun on the sword firing briefly disorientated her due to the noise, but she quickly shook that away and lined herself up with the approaching attacker. She once more opened up her mouth in preparation to send out something at Faux, but this wasn't the only thing she was doing. It might not be as satisfying to do instead of sinking her teeth into Fin, but killing him would still be satisfying and she was going to do that if she could afford it. Her tail searched around where she had been on Fin, and once she found his neck she prepared to strike down. The stab surely would end him.
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Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
"If you think I want to harm her, you are mistaking my motives," Silas hissed. "I simply want to ask her why her little friend... stole... my will..." he growled, his left eye twitching a little.
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Ezra seems... frustrated. He repeats the request in words maybe better understood.
"I understand... I am not worthy to help. But please, allow me to follow you until such a time that Lady Ei is able to accept my gift."
As midnight draws closer, the spectacle of lights intensifies.
The voice inside is urging with increasing impatience. It is an urgency that is imparted onto Chisille.
"What are you waiting for!"
For reasons unknown, Sunset opens her eyes and discovers she is now on the road outside the charred ruins of the Inn.
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Sunset gets up, confused. She stands up and looks around the place, looking for the others.
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
"Oh, I'm not worried about you harming her, you wouldn't stand much of a chance anyway. As for your question, Lady Ei probably doesn't know that, so asking her won't get you any useful information." Maras says, smiling at Silas.
"Besides, even if she did, why would she tell you?"
"Ah, I see. Very well." Maras responds, smiling. "I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon but you're welcome to follow me."
As midnight draws closer and the spectacle of lights increase in intensity, Ei is growing impatient, wondering how long until Annie is done.
OOC: I'm not sure if you want me to announce midnight or that you're planning something with it, so I'm giving you (and only you. If anyone else tries to be smart and declare midnight their character(s) will die a horrible death :3) the permission to announce midnight in your post if you want/need to. Unless you want me to do that, of course.
As midnight strikes.
The dazzling array of lights both in the attic and surrounding the mansion climax in the forming of one light. This light fills the mansion and all of Waise for but a moment, yet only affecting the following people:
Boris Dreams…
Boris stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Boris can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Boris, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Boris draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have born your animosity. Your strength and heart have been imparted.”
Boris now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Boris, and speak.
“Father.”
Boris wakes upon his bed.
Silas falls to the floor and dreams…
Silas stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Silas can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Silas, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Silas draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have coveted your will. Your Volition has been imparted.”
Silas now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Silas, and speak.
“Father.”
Silas wakes on the floor of the dining room.
Somewhere in Waise, a certain dark puppeteer dreams….
He stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
He can see Annie. She is facing him, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
He draws near, longing to behold the child. He stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have feasted on your power. I have claimed it as my own. Your darkness has been imparted.”
He now looks upon the infant. The infant is not smiling, they turn their gaze to him, and speak.
“Your end is nigh.”
He awakens.
Ei falls to the floor and Dreams…
Ei stands in a vast cemetery. The night is bathed in the moons faint glow. A low, blue mist blankets the ground, from which the top of nameless headstones show.
Ei can see Annie. She is a little older. She is facing Ei, standing between two headstones and brilliantly adorned in a white gown, a crown of gold light floats upon her head. In her arms she cradles a newborn child, swaddled in crimson cloud.
Ei draws near, longing to behold the child. She stops close when Annie speaks.
“I have supped the blood of mortal man.
I have endured your contest. I have known your carnal love. Your seed has been claimed as my host. Your gift is my giving.”
Ei now looks upon the infant. The infant is smiling, they turn their gaze to Ei, and speak.
“Love me.”
Ei wakes on the floor of the attic. Annie’s chamber is unchanged. The lights are gone. The unsettling sense of a looming presence has returned to the room in their absence.
With the exception of Ezra and Chisille, the same looming presence is now felt by all those in the mansion. …It is clear that every person is being watched by an unseen, encroaching malevolence.
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Thanks for everything.
- A boy in gold
Faux stood there silently, his ragged hyperventilating being the only sound he could hear. His legs would not move him, as if his resolve had shattered in a matter of a few seconds. Time slowed to a crawl as the reality of the situation unfolded in front of his eyes. The man was going to die, and there were no options to take. The same, again, and again, and again. Losing what he cared to protect, even after rebirth. Was him and Faux destined for the same outcome every time? Would he have not been better off staying in the dream world forever? Those were questions he asked himself in this fleeting moment of despair.
Then I'm Faux, he decided to himself. We are the same. There's no Renard now. I should carry those burdens myself. I should think about what he-- no, what I would do in this kind of situation.
Faux still continues to stand there, motionless. No matter how hard he tries, he can't think of anything. His mind begins to become blank. The futility starts to dawn on him. As if it were some kind of response to this, a golden glimmer in the air shines next to Faux for a split second, and he is thrown rather forcefully to the side by an unknown entity before Chisille's attack hits.
Silas raises a fist to yell a reply, but before he can say anything, he feels everything start to go in slow motion. Realizing that someone magically knocked him out, he instead latches onto the table as he falls over, trying with all his might to stay awake. But to everyone else, he simply falls over, clumsily slaps the table a couple of times while slurring a few unintelligible words, and falls over, out cold.
Immediately after the dream, Silas jolts himself awake, cold sweat breaking all over his face, whatever color on his face fully drained away. He looks around at everyone else, confused at where he was. Whatever made him sleep clearly horrified him enough to make him lose his bearings, if only for a moment. But before anyone else had the opportunity to say a thing, all that was gravely uttered from his mouth was four words.
"What... has... she... done?"
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Sunset goes to look around for a way back to her friends. Unfortunately for her she doesn't find her way back to them, as it is blocked by debris and pieces from the church. She decides to pace about the place for now, staying quiet and on alert just in case.
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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
Jack turned to Boris as he tapped his shoulder and apologized- what for, Jack didn't know- and watched as the man walked off, disappearing without a trace. The voice that accompanied Boris's disappearance was enough for him to figure out how Boris had vanished, though not why. Jack wondered if he had simply been moved to somewhere else in the mansion, or to another location entirely. Only time would tell if their path were to cross again.
"See you around, Boris..." Jack mutters to nobody in particular, turning back to face Ezra and Maras once more.
Jack glances around as the brief flash of light fills the room they are in, followed shortly after by a sense of dread; something that he had experienced plenty of times before, but not one that he felt he would ever get used to. Jack draws Magebuster, looking around the room in an attempt to try to find some source of this growing sense of hostility.
Silas's collapse manages to distract Jack from the air of malevolence filling the room for a moment, lasting only until the old man awoke from his brief slumber. "What do you mean, Silas? What happened?"
"I'm not sure... the robed figures, perhaps? Or perhaps Ei and Annie are up to something... regardless of what it is, be on your guard." Jack was inclined to believe that the members of the Order were in some way responsible for the malevolent feeling that filled the mansion; they had given him a bad feeling before, and with the events that had transpired that night, that feeling could only get worse.
Chisille didn't care about how Faux just stood there, overwhelmed by the situation that had been set before him. According to her, he was an interruption stopping her from completing her goal. Once the goal was finished though things might end up being a little different, though she will remember him when he tries to do anything like this again.
With the sudden and impatient yell surging through her mind, the sense of urgency of her task rose dramatically. She wasn't hesitating before since each time she either was interrupted or had to cover her scales from an attack, but this emotional boost just made the spike on her tail plunge into Fin's throat faster. With a sickening noise of splitting flesh, her spike was jammed straight into his windpipe. Fin's unconscious body couldn't help but gasp for air as his respiratory system started to fail, blood filling the corners of his mouth.
When Chisille heard the small tear of Fin's throat, satisfaction for completing her task ran through her. It felt good, very very good to get 'revenge' on all the things that she had to suffer for over her short life. However, it wasn't whole satisfaction. Annie, her other target, was still alive somewhere. She needed to die before Chisille felt completely satisfied.
At the same time, Chisille's attack on Faux was another cloud of that grey mist in an attempt to keep him away. She didn't have much of a choice to use it either, as that was all she thought she had. Luckily for Faux, the golden glimmer managed to get him out of the way of the direct blast so his emotions were not completely overrun in an instant, like before.
Now that Fin was dead, Chisille had no reason to stay around in this room anymore. Faux was busy being shoved about or (what she assumed) under the effects of her calming mist, Annie was elsewhere, the golden glimmer was of no importance to her and the entire staircase was about to go up in flames anyway. Without hesitating, she pulled her tail spike out of the dying man and walked over to the nearest door, then started to open it.
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Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
"Annie... child..." was all that he was willing to say. Having noticed the aura of malevolence in the mansion, however, he refuses to say more as he becomes alert to anything that could come out at him at any moment.
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