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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Pandolen»

    Betty keeps her hands smartly on his hips while Vernon gets around to answering her question. When he finally gets around to doing just that, Betty holds out her hand for some unknown god forsaken reason to shake Vernon's. Assuming that Vernon shakes her hand, she goes ahead and introduces herself as well.

    "My name is Betty, and this here dear friend of mine is Chissy. Now Chissy here is a little shy and has been through a whole gosh darn lot these last few days and I'm aiming to put a stop to it. Seems to me like you're not one of the creeps causing these problems, but if you have any information that might help us out, any information would be appreciated!"

    Just then a big ol explosion is heard in another part of the mansion! Trying to ignore the noise, Betty asks Vernon again;

    "In case you haven't noticed, which I gosh darn to heck think you have, there's a whole lot of weird crap going on around this town. Now you're obviously someone tough enough to handle yourself! So are ya gonna go ahead and help us or not?"

    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    Vernon queers, dropping his glance to the young female dragon, possibly aware of her urge to take a bite of him, yet he does not respond with words. He may almost appear humored by the dragons instincts. He does continue to listen to the farm girls rantings. Though it was not an entirely long speech, he poises in a moderately exhausted fashion near the closing of her words. Perhaps he is restraining his impatience. In the end, he gives the girl a candid wink.

    "I know more than I'm willing to share at this stage, Betty. I have my own issues with the species you are after. But right now I have a young girl to reunite with, maybe we can work something out along the way. How does that sound?"

    Without waiting for a response, Vernon provides the young dragon a comforting nod and turns to make his way down the hall.

    "Keep your senses keen." He tells them, expecting them to follow. "And you might want a physician to take a look at those wounds, dragon."


    With just talking happening between the pair of humans, Chisille didn't really have much to do apart from just watching and listening, not just to the conversation in front of her, but to the other occurrences around the mansion as well. The explosion vibrating through the floorboards and up her legs was obvious to everyone, though what wouldn't have been obvious was the certain smell that she could detect wafting into the hall. Being forced to live with a wizard taught her certain things, like what the smell of an alchemical formula exploding was like. Usually it didn't smell like fresh pine, but it always had something about it when it went wrong.

    'More reasons to keep alert I suppose, not that I'm ever going to stop needing to look in this place... There are smells of humans and... other things everywhere. So many of them in this place. We should leave when we can...' she thought to herself as she noticed that Vernon was watching her quite intently. He seemed to have this particular look on his face, though she had absolutely no idea what it could mean. In any case, being watched like that halted any intentions of going up to him and giving him a nip. 'I wasn't really going to do it anyway, so... why did I even think about it?' she mentally sighed. 'Must be to do with all that mind stuff that's been going on. Has to be.' she assured herself.

    As Vernon turns to leave down the hall, she figures that's her and Betty's cue to start leaving as well. Provided Betty follows as well, she sticks close to her. Not too close though, she might be friendly with Betty but there's no reason to smother her legs with her own scales. Along the way Chisille looks up at her farm girl companion. "What's a physician?" she asks in a barely audible whisper.
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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Pandolen»


    Betty and Chissy leave the bedroom, and Betty is about to release all fury on them two monsters fighting in the hallway when they suddenly stop fighting and one of them disappears through a wall and runs away or something. A little while after that Annie girl can be heard laughing. Then, which was really just gosh darn strange, the monster left in the hallway changed into the form of a man. But he wasn't any man Betty had ever seen before.


    "You ever seen this gosh darn freak before?" She asks Chissy.


    Then turning back to the freaky shape shifting man, she puts her hands smartly on her hips and demands some answers; "Now you hold on just one gosh darn minute there! You better go ahead and tell us just who you are and explain just what the heck is going on around here - or me and my cute little friend here are gonna open up a big ol can of whoop butt on ya!"


    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    Vernon is still smiling at the sound of his daughters laughter when he turns to the young lady and dragon. He gives them a brief look over, no more deliberation than had he seen two strangers in passing on the street. His mind seems to be elsewhere as he scratches his chin and looks away down the hall, yet nevertheless answers Betty's question, mumbling;

    "You'll waste your energy attempting to harm me, unfortunately." He looks back at the dragon, then up to the girl, now apparently present in thought. "Call me Vernon if you want. Uh... you are...?"

    Chisille can feel her senses once more going on edge as she sees Ezra and Vernon's fight break up, preparing herself for when Ezra might return and finish off the fight. However until that time comes, she has Vernon himself and Betty to address. With the presence of another unknown humanoid nearby, the shy feeling when it came to talking peaked again, so instead of saying anything in reply to Betty asking if she's seen him before, she simply shakes her head before returning her attention to Vernon.

    With Betty's threats to get information out of Vernon, he had responded by warning them that it would be worthless to do so. Chisille didn't exactly want to beat them up for information anyway, so she felt somewhat relieved at what he said. Just like the previous question, she kept her mouth closed and let Betty answer. She figured that letting her speak for the both of them wouldn't have any catastrophic consequences if it was just introductions.

    Though Chisille did have a strange thought at the back of her mind that she couldn't get rid of, just lingering for the moment. She sorta wanted to bite Vernon. Not savagely though...

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    posted a message on Departure
    Quote from Darthrafael»

    A padlock keeps the closet thoroughly shut, what a shame. Maybe there's a key somewhere that would allow for it to be opened?


    Spect scoffed at the lock. "Who would bother to keep something like this locked? Unless it's got something quite important... or personal inside..." he said to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered where such a key could be. The desk could be promising, so he examined the furniture piece in case it has any drawers or other storage compartments. Even if there are none, he also searches the top of the desks as well, moving aside some of the books as he searches.
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    posted a message on Departure
    Quote from Darthrafael»

    Spect opens a book. It's written in some strange, unknown language. Useless.
    Spect opens another book, this one is readable, but the fact that every single page constantly repeats "Get Out" over and over again isn't very helpful.
    The third book looks a bit more promising however. Although most of the book is written in the same, unreadable language, one page draws Spect's attention. Although Spect can't understand what is written on the page, it is fortunately written in a script he is familiar with, and two words stand out among the rest, as Spect is able to understand what they say.
    'Blunt Weapon'


    Spect sighs when he opens the first book, quickly setting it aside before opening the second book. "Well then, it looks like someone is definitely trying to warn people about something. If I knew how, I would take it's advice." he whispers to himself. "To be fair, I would do that regardless of what a book tells me..." he continues as he closes the book. He would prefer it if the next ones have more useful writing.

    And they sort of do. 'Blunt Weapon' might not have been the most useful words, but it was certainly more use to him then some completely unrecognizable dialogue or the same cryptic warning over and over again. Spect decided he would keep the book for a bit longer, but after several seconds of vainly attempting to shove it into his pockets, he ends up carrying it under one of his arms.

    His next task was to open up the closet nearby. Just a few seconds to check wouldn't really hurt his progress of searching the place.
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    posted a message on Departure
    Quote from Darthrafael»


    Spect finds himself in a sort of office, a desk covered in books stands in front of him, and a large comfortable chair next to it. A large closet lines the wall, and there is one other door in the room.


    As Spect wanders into the next room, he is much more satisfied with what he sees in this place compared to the previous. The books over on the desk could be a great start to searching this room, since it would let him understand a bit more of where he had ended up. Without much delay, he strolled over to the desk and examined a few titles and first few pages, trying to figure out what exactly they were for.


    The closet would come next if he couldn't really find anything useful, or even read the books. Particularly if they were blank.
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    posted a message on Departure
    Quote from Darthrafael»

    Spect suddenly wakes up, though what awoke him he doesn't know, nor does he know where he is, all he can tell is that he's lying in some kind of nursery room, covered in toys. A small closet lines the wall, and a single door provides the exit.


    Spect suddenly woke up, his eyes snap open as some movement caused by the awakening makes a few toys on him fall off. Examining his surroundings, he isn't entirely sure whether to believe his eyes or not. "Well this is... new. I don't remember pretending to be a kid." he says to himself as he lie there, not really bothering to get up just yet.

    A minute or so passes by until he finally makes up the decision to get out from under the pile of toys, brushing off any dust he might've gathered while lying on the floor. "Can't be someone pranking me, I don't have any friends that are into that sort of thing... or can drag me around without me noticing. Oh well, better see where I've ended up." he continues as he walks about the room, casually opening anything he can and looking inside them. He doesn't expect much to be here, considering what the rest of the room is.
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    posted a message on Departure

    Character Name: Spect
    Character Pronoun: He
    Character Appearance: Brown eyes. Short, neatly kept orange hair. Slightly smaller then the average height. Wears a grey jumper with white lines around the waist area, brown trousers with a pocket either side, slightly worn grey and black shoes, and a thick metal bracelet on one arm.
    Extra Info: Spect has a mild fear of being buried alive or anything that could be poisonous, enjoys staring into a fireplace for hours on end, and he loves to put as many cubes of ice into a drink as it can handle before spilling.

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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Pandolen»


    Betty sure is torn apart by Chissy's sad story. She sure ain't non too happy about someone taking control of her lil baby dragon, no sire, not one little bit at all! While Chissy is making an account of the events, Betty's lip if trembling with hurt, maybe a lil tear well up there in her eye as well and all that. After she finishes talking, Betty moves real slow so Chissy doesn't cower away and uses both hands to gently pat her cheeks and give her chin a good soothing scratch.

    "Now just you hold on there, little one," Betty tells her in a real soft tone; "don't go pay'n too much attention to dreams, they don't usually mean all the stuff they seem to go on about. One thing I know for certain is that most dreams have alternative meanings, that's if they have any meaning at all to begin with. But it kinda looks like thinking about that is a problem for you, so maybe when you feel like it, you can share with ol Betty more details about that dream."


    Betty leans in real slow and gives Chissy an affectionate kiss on her blood stained snout and says; "There ain't no one in this town gonna be ganging up on my Chissy for things outa her control. I'm gonna be making gosh darn certain of that, so let me tell ya that much right now. And just so as you know, my little cutie, I'm assuming it's them same guys controlling your mind like yesterday, right? Well I think you and me have some searching to do. Number one; We gotta go find that boy and set the truth straight before he goes around hollering all kinda bad stuff about you to the others. And don't you go get'n all afraid either, because if anyone tries attacking you, they're gonna have to get through me first."


    Betty gets up, puts her hands smartly on her hips and gives Chissy a big ol confident smile. "You're gonna have to clean all that blood off your darling lil face first!"


    "Vengeance may be best served cold, but I ain't no patient farm girl, and God only knows how long it will be before they try something like that on you again. So after setting that boy straight about the truth behind why you did all that stuff, how about you and me go hunting down them guys who did all that bad stuff to your brain, and give em a piece of ol Betty's cranky mind?"


    It was a good thing that Betty moved so slowly when she approached Chisille, otherwise she would've moved back away from her, even after sleeping right on top of her. When Betty patted her cheeks, she could feel the small armoured studs that dotted her face, far harder then her smooth scaly skin. Chisille wasn't entirely keep on having her cheeks patted, but the chin scratch was appreciated. However she backed off a little bit when she went in for a kiss on her little snout, though she did not move back far enough and ended up getting kissed anyway.

    Unfortunately, even though Betty was trying to be all gentle and kind to her, the large amount of talking was causing another headache. Chisille resisted doing anything about it, as that would seem to Betty that she didn't want to be comforted at all. Truth be told, she definitely needed what Betty was telling her. She was glad that Betty was so incredibly willing to defend her, and even hear out her problems when it came to her nightmares. No one, not even the first proper member of her species has done that.

    Then came the part where Betty suggested that they go and deliberately hunt down those that were responsible for forcing her do kill Fin. "I'm.. not sure if it was them. I was just lying down, and then I was angry. Didn't see any of those black figures come to me. Was probably them though... Not sure where they are, but must be close by to do this." she says, nodding at the first thing she suggests they do, confront Faux. 'No more running off for now, without Betty I have no hope of telling them that it was not me... and no help should they come and attack me. I hope that we don't have to move about through this place randomly because of those crazy doors.'

    Now that that was out of the way, Chisille felt a lot less afraid of what might happen. Now that Betty had got up again, it was time to get going. The faster they could tell the others it was not her fault in the first place, the less chance that she would be attacked later, she hoped. Casually licking some of the dried blood from her mouth, she moved on over to the door she had entered the room by, twisting the handle and opening it up. To her surprise, it actually led to where it was supposed to. There were scents of other humans further away, so that's where they needed to go. However whatever fighting was out there was also in the way.
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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Pandolen»

    Betty wakes up from all the gosh darn racket going on in the mansion. She ain't happy cuz she was having a perfectly good beaver's at a picnic dream! Chissy is still asleep for the time being, but that probably ain't gonna last since Betty gets on up and opens the door to the bedroom and yells at them two monstrosities that are now fighting it out in the hallway just outside. The two monsters were pretty gosh darn scary to look at, but Betty didn't really care!


    "KEEP THE GOSH DARN MOTHER FRIG'N RACKET DOWN YOU GOOD FOR NOTH'N FREAKS - WE'RE TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP IN HERE!!!!"


    After that she slams the door and looks down at Chissy, who is probably more than likely awake at this point.


    "Hey there lil sweetie! Why don't you go and tell your ol friend Betty what's been going on around here and how you got all them injuries. Because I gotta tell ya right this instant, someones gonna pay!"


    She sits on down in front of Chissy all casual like and listens to her story.


    When all the combat noise started up from one of the other rooms in the attic, Chisille immediately woke up. This had to have been at least the 5th or 6th time she was interrupted in her sleep on the same night. Sure there had been other nights like this, but not when she had also been forced to do things she didn't want to do by an unknown force while in a building with half a dozen humans that could burst through the door and take her down at any moment.

    Chisille shifted herself off of Betty as she got up from the place she was sleeping to go tempt fate by shouting at those making the noise. While she was busy doing that, Chisille spun around the take a look at herself. Something felt strange about her tail. Then she saw what it was, the part that had been cut from before was wrapped up tightly by some sort of cloth now partially stained red to stop the bleeding. It reminded her of some of those snaring vines she once got caught in and had to bite to get free.

    However once she gets questioned by Betty she visibly shrinks down, curling her injured tail around herself. Betty can tell that she feels ashamed and guilty about something. She can't even make eye contact with her.

    "I... got into fight. Wasn't my fault... they made me do it. Was trying to sleep and... and they make me feel all angry. Made me hunt around for a girl inside this place. Couldn't find them so I kept walking around until I..."
    She paused for a moment before continuing. Obviously the next part was hard for her to tell.
    "...This human got in the way of me. The voices in my head... they make me attack them. They made me chase them until they fall down and then a kid shows up with sword. They try to keep me from... killing. They stab me to stop me killing... It hurt."
    Chisille looks visibly nervous now, as if talking about the next part would end their friendship right there and then.
    "I killed them. The first human. They're dead now! I didn't mean to... I was made to be angry! I didn't want any of that! Now the will kid go and tell all the other humans about what I did... and they will all get weapons and they will all go after me to get revenge..."
    She starts to sniffle, the scared feeling coming back as she tried to hold back tears.
    "And... and... dream make me do something bad. Dream make me feel good about it and I don't want to feel good about it. Don't want to do it to you and not going to ask. Don't care what dream says!"
    At the last few words, she stands up and flares her wings as if to emphasize how she feels. She knew this was going to have issues later, but she didn't need to do it right on the spot. She could find someone way less important.
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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Pandolen»

    While Chissy is having a not so pleasant dream, Betty rips off one of her sleeves and uses it to wrap around the injury on Chissy's tail to stop all that bleeding. COINCIDENTALLY, this just so happened to take place while that big ol angry Chissy in her dreams was clawing at the baby Chissy, so the sleeping Chissy didn't notice enough to actually wake up or anything.

    A little while after that, by ways I can't even describe, Betty falls to sleep as well. So there they are, both of em lay'n on the floor sleep'n, the little dragon all wrapped up in Betty's arms.

    Betty has a dream about a cute family of beavers having a picnic in a park.

    Unfortunately, Betty tends to snore real loud and talk in her sleep!

    Thankfully Chisille didn't wake up when she was having her tail patched up, though sometime through the night, even though she was very tired from all the activity she was forced to do, she woke up from the loud snoring since it was instinctual that she should check everything in case it was a danger. When she realized what was creating the noise, for the first time she also realized where she was. In Betty's arms.

    Honestly, she didn't care that she was so close to a human at the time. With no real danger around the room, she decided to go back to sleep despite the loud snoring. However what she remembered of her dream and what it told her to do floated about in her mind. She didn't... want to do it, but there was still the sense of satisfaction that came with it. At the very least she wasn't going to try it without asking permission first. Eventually she fell asleep again. At least this time she wasn't disturbed by a nightmare.

    She just slept, then slept some more until morning arrived... whenever that was... sometime later probably, when the sun came up. Sleeping till morning...

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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    As Chisille succumbs to sleep, Betty only then notices the strange presence in the room. That which had been expelled from Chisille, is now quietly standing nearby.


    The entity can be seen as obscurely human; having no eyes, no nose, no fingers, no distinctive features aside that of its hazy humanoid form. Its entire compositions appears to be like that of translucent grey mist, fused with a loose network of thin scarlet veins.


    Retaining its silence, it raises one arm in a slighted and dubious endeavor to regard the dragon in Betty’s arms.


    Quote from Pandolen»

    Betty thinks poor little Chissy died for a second, but then when she hears her all kinda breathing like a someone just sleeping, she feel an enormous amount of relief. So she keeps on rocking her gently in her lap and humming soft lullabies and other calming tunes that might help her stay asleep. Maybe lil bub would be fortunate enough to have nice dreams or something like that.


    But gosh dammit! When Betty notices the dark freakazoid misty man standing there and pointing at her poor little dragon friend, she is filled completely with rage, so much so that she feels like she’s gonna explode! But not wanting to disturb Chissy, she doesn’t get up to face the presence or anything like that. She just lifts one arm and points back at the freak while she whispers really quiet like, being really careful not to wake up Chissy, and say’n;


    “Ohhhh…. No… You… Don’t…!”


    Now, it must have been all the excitement of what happened over the last hour or so, combined with that anger so big she ain’t never felt anything like it before, that caused all the suppressed power inside Betty to wake up and smell the coffee! Because right there and then, while pointing at that freakazoid fella, a long line of something, kinda like a burning hot length of barbed wire from back on the farm, shot out from Betty’s finger. That baking hot line of barbed wires then spun faster than you can shake a stick as it wrapped itself around that freakazoind and tightened its grip, causing the freak to burst into flames and disappear in a puff of smoke! Luckily enough, the whole thing happened really quiet like as well, so lil Chissy didn’t get woken up.


    “So, how do like them apples?!” Betty whispered.


    After that, Betty kept rocking her lil baby dragon in her arms while humming sweet melodies to help her keep sleeping.


    Chisille was certainly acting like a big baby the way she had fallen unconscious like that. Truth be told, she would've stayed awake for longer and pushed on had she not seen a friendly face come to her aid. While she slept, she tucked her legs in properly and could barely be heard snoring, even with the distraction happening right in front of them. The soft tunes and gentle movements definitely helped her stay asleep even though she didn't know about it. In fact, she doesn't even remember a time when she was comforted to sleep.

    While Betty's soft humming was working, there was still the matter of the quiet dripping noises coming from near the end of the grey dragon. It was only every so often, but there was a small pool of red gathering on the floor under her tail. The wound was probably going to close up sooner or later, but it was nonetheless unsettling to see.




    For the third time in a row Chisille finds herself running through a twisted forest. However now without Revel's fearless spell on her she feels the need to keep running, at least until she starts to recognize the place once more and slow down. "What... what is going on?" she asked the mist surrounding her, but go no answer. "Why do you keep doing this?? Why are you doing this to me?!" she shouted, fear flowing through her voice as she desperately searched for the image of herself that was undoubtedly coming.

    The trees began to whisper. A great choir of them all telling her secrets that she didn't know, or didn't want to know. Chisille didn't understand what they were doing, and so put her paws over her ears to try and drown out the noise. It was no use though, as the whispers continued to flow into her mind. "Stop... stop it stop... why are you telling me this...?" she wailed.

    "Because you are lying to yourself." came a great growl from within the mist. A spot of red shone through, breaking apart the grey until there the larger, red and more sinister version of herself appeared. Chisille gasped at the sight, even though she'd seen it before. "What do you mean? I'm not lying to myself." she replied. This caused the large Chisille to suddenly charge forward, angry. Chisille turned around and started to run again, but the chase lasted mere seconds before she was caught. Instead of a slash of pain, she was suddenly forced down to the ground by the stronger dragon. She was pinned under the might of her angry self.

    "Don't you DARE keep lying to me! You know exactly what I talk about and you continue to hide it! You felt something. Something that was satisfying! Something that you enjoyed. But no, you try to hide it away or make excuses, saying that it was not your fault!" Her adult form shouted down to the quivering dragoness. "You know better then that, this had nothing to do with what you were made to do. This was about what YOU wanted to do! This is about what I want to do! I don't want to be locked in here, forgotten when I should be free! You know I was dragged down in here, never to surface again because of what happened! You will NOT deny me of my awakening that we both know I deserve!"

    And upon that, the larger Chisille raised her other claw and started shredding at Chisille's scales, causing her to yelp at every cut and bleed all over. She was suddenly released from the ground, but upon looking up she could see that it wasn't because of anything good. Red streams were flowing from all the cuts she had received, being drawn into a similar orb from the previous two times. However it didn't just stop at a small ball. This one kept stealing from her, growing bigger and bigger while Chisille got weaker and weaker until there was nothing left to give.

    She couldn't even get up after that. All she could do was lie there with her large form staring down at her, slowly approaching. She could feel the low growl that was constantly going as the large Chisille got closer, right up until her mouth was next to her ear. "You know exactly what to do." The large Chisille whispered before turning around and walking back into the mist, leaving the small dragoness to lie there until her dream was over...

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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Pandolen»

    Like someone might suspect, Ezmond was going pretty easy on Betty because she wasn't as powerful as he was, and because she was his daughter he really didn't want to kill her, even though he really wanted to... IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE! Anyway, eventually, being that Ezmond had it in his head that Betty had lost her mind because of her love for Ariel, he decides to whip up an old 'Mind Stabilization' spell. Now as you might expect, this spell is designed to snap anyone out whatever crazy frame of mind they are in and make them think normally again. But wouldn't you gosh darn well know it to be truth - when Ezmond cast that spell at Betty, Betty dived out of the way and the spell hit little Chissy when she entered the room right at that moment!

    When the spell hit Chissy, it had no choice but to expel whatever was possessing her so that Chissy could get back to her normal way of thinking. And just like that, whatever Order freak influence was inside of her was cast out and Chissy came back to her senses again.

    But that isn't all! When Betty picks herself up off the floor and sees her little dragon friend standing their all bruised and bleeding, she almost has a blazing fit! Thinking for a split second that Ezmond caused the injuries, Betty throws another one of them spells at Ezmond, like the one she used on the animals earlier, and just like that Ezmond wasn't in the room anymore! He was standing in the Library instead.

    Meanwhile back in the bedroom, Betty is screaming at the top of her lungs because of the mess that her little baby dragon is in.

    "WHO IN ALL OF GOSH DARN TARNATIONS HURT MY LITTLE BABY DRAGON! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!"

    Right after yelling that, and a bunch of other stuff I'm not allowed to say, Betty runs over to Chissy and gets down on the floor beside her and, whether she likes it or not, she pulls that dragon into her lap and cradles her in her arms like a big ol baby, rocking her back and forth and telling her everything is gonna be ok in a really soothing voice.




    Back down in the library, Ezmond sees a very strange man with his face buried in the corner of the room.


    Chislle had wandered into the room with Betty and Ezmond inside as they were slinging spells and other things that could be called spells but were not. She initially had absolutely no reason to stay inside, being very much still full of rage while on her little mission. Even when she saw Betty move about she felt no reason to go over to her and greet her. However before she could wander over to the next door to continue her endless march through the house, a bolt of magic headed straight for her, having missed it's intended target when they dodged out of the way.

    As soon as Chisille was struck, she felt a wave of magic wash through her. The feelings she had been forced to feel or abandon due to both the influence of the order and Revel's fearless spell were gracefully dispelled from her mind. Her true emotions had some trouble filling the void that was left inside her as she stopped still at the entrance to the room. At first, she didn't know what to feel. All she could do was stand there while Betty furiously banished her father from the room.

    Then the fatigue of her actions set in. The pain she was feeling finally being felt, both physically and emotionally. Slowly and shakily she rose a front paw and looked down at it, covered in the blood of the people she had attacked. Sure she was used to killing various creatures in the wild to survive, but killing someone in cold blood, even if it wasn't really her fault, filled her with guilt.

    The guilt then turned into worry over what all the others would think when Faux returned to them, telling them all about what he had seen her do to poor Fin. The worry turned into fear when she figured they would all be incredibly furious and attempt to get their revenge for what she had done. There was no way she was going to be able to convince them that it wasn't her fault she did what she did.

    The feelings piled up in her system, the pain and the tiredness causing her to be unable to continue standing as it overwhelmed her. She collapsed to the floor, groaning when she hit the ground as Betty rushed to her aid after yelling out something that she hadn't listened to. Suddenly she was being grabbed and pulled towards the farm girl, brought into an embrace while being gently rocked about in her arms. She made no objections at all to this, being too consumed by her situation instead.

    "What have I... done..." she muttered as she felt the darkness swirl about within her before it finally took her away from the waking world. Betty felt her go limp as she passed out in her arms.

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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Darthrafael»

    Chisille opens the door, goes through it, and arrives in the same room where she left her cookies, back when she started her rampage.

    Quote from Mackerellatorn»
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    Without even looking back at what she had done, Chisille slinks through the open door and with a flick of her tail, she was gone from the room Faux was in and back in the lounge room. Momentarily looking over to nest she had previously made, she coughed from the smoke she had inhaled while kept up her heavy breathing from all the activity she had to do in just a short amount of time. At this point, all the things that had been happening to her started to take their toll on her, slowing her down.

    Her claws, mouth and tail spike were all stained red with the blood of others. Some parts of her back and sides were dully aching from where she had been hit hard and small red circles dotted the ground behind her as she walked. Her tail was still bleeding.

    Unfortunately the drive of rage still forced her to go on anyway, so after a quick sniff of the room, she huffed and walked over to the next door in her way. She reached up to the next door's handle and pulled it, ready to begin her search through the rooms all over again. Sooner or later through many doors, she ended up encountering the bedroom where Ezmond and Betty were, along with whatever other things were there.

    Meanwhile, the fire on the staircase was still burning out of control. Who knows what it'll do to the other rooms.
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    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    The voice inside is urging with increasing impatience. It is an urgency that is imparted onto Chisille.

    "What are you waiting for!"

    Quote from Mackerellatorn»
    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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    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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