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    Hannah shrugged at that and moved a little closer, looking them over.

    When Hannah moved closer to them, they immediately raised their guard again, N-139 with his gun and Kalaam with a huge rock that was telekinetically lifted from the ground. They clearly don't trust her that much yet.
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    As much as Silas tires, he cannot seem to dislodge the spear from Maras’ grip. His foot remains pinned to the floor. Maras stares stolidly at his struggle for some time. At last he speaks in a… banal tone,


    “Is that all, man?”






    In the same instant Jack thrusts Magebuster in: A violet light expels from the wound and flushes over Boris’ person. Boris’ hand is covering Jack’s own, securing his grip on the sword, ensuring the blade remains impaled. Revel Yell is no longer present. Jack is pinned at the neck to the wall by Boris’ second hand. Though Jack may attempt to free himself, though he may kick and strike at Boris with the shield of other hand, such a struggle would prove futile. Boris’ hold is immovable as stone, beyond that of man.


    With effortless poise in keeping this hold on Jack, Boris steps in close, running the blade through to exit his back. His nostrils flare, eyes partially closing, seemingly enamored by Jack’s musky aroma. As Jack exhales, though his breath wheezes with struggle, Boris inhales to share in Jack’s breath, eyes rolling back with indulgence. His tongue extends to Jack’s cheek, gliding the moist tip over his skin, his nose, and gently down over his lips. Done with taking samples, with which Boris seems… more than pleased, his cheek is then pressed to Jack’s, while whispering softly in his ear…




    “Now… we know you. Your essence is sweet…. Alas, you present no challenge to us. Don’t get in our way lest you perish, ….” In the closing of this statement, he utters Jack’s true name, then releases his hold.


    Recovering from the grip Boris had on him, Jack discovers himself alone once again, Magebuster and shield in hands. The door to the dining room is now ajar, allowing exit to the rest of the mansion.


    Jack is free to leave.






    Maras receives no response. It would seem Ezra has… wandered off.







    Annie leads their way through the mansion with unexpected ease, no thought at all given to her navigation. No sign of the Order is seen. They soon arrive in the Foyer to find Maras… alone.






    A violet light shimmers over Revel’s person when the water comes. He laughs, though the laughter comes to a sudden halt.



    “Well, that was refreshing. But I’m sure you could do better!”



    He continues his savage advance upon Lyudmila.






    Trixie doesn’t make it into the hall, her exit brings her back to the same room. It would seem her current situation is not the reality she is accustomed to. Furthermore, upon her re-entry to the room, Orson in now standing before her. It would appear that her efforts to leave have only served to assist his chase. With no further delay, he lashed at her torso with the dagger.








    When Ariel speaks, he appears as crazed as he previously did, yet Renard hears his words as follows;


    “You’ve killed Betty for stupid reason. We were never friends! …I will end your life for what you have done to me!”









    In the same instant Boris strikes Jack with Revel Yell, a violet light expels from Jack’s head and spills over Jack’s person. In the following moment, Jack’s hand is covering Boris’ own, securing his grip on Revel Yell. Boris is pinned at the neck to the wall by Jack’s second hand. Though Boris may attempt to free himself, though he may kick and strike at Jack with his free hand, such a struggle would prove futile. Jack’s hold is immovable as stone, beyond that of man.



    With effortless poise in keeping this hold on Boris, Jack steps in close. His nostrils flare, eyes partially closing, seemingly enamored by Boris’ musky aroma. As Boris exhales, though his breath wheezes with struggle, Jack inhales to share in Boris’ breath, eyes rolling back with indulgence. His tongue extends to Boris’ cheek, gliding the moist tip over his skin, his nose, and gently down over his lips. Done with taking samples, with which Jack seems… more than pleased, his cheek is then pressed to Boris’, while whispering softly in his ear…



    “Now… we know you. You are of feeble mind, yet you are the spawn of a god…. You have been marked. You will be hunted. Alas… now is not the time…” In the closing of this statement, he utters Revel’s true name, then releases his hold.



    Recovering from the grip Jack had on him, Boris discovers himself alone in the bedroom once again, Revel Yell in hand.









    Bob reaches back with great speed and rips the cat from his neck. As a violet light shimmers over Bob’s person, he holds the kitten by the scruff at arm’s length.


    “You are little more than an abomination. You are free to leave.”


    Bob is no longer present. Buttons drops to the floor. The door is now ajar, allowing exit to the mansion.









    The slug’s effort to escape the room prove to have a different outcome than Trixie’s. He is now in the hallway of the mansion. He is not attacked. He is not pursued. Outside of the room, reality for Sluggy has remained as always. It would seem this perverted gastropod is of… little interest to the Order.


    After repeated failed attempts of budging the spear off his foot, Silas finally stops trying, panting tiredly. Now staring up at the 'person' before him, he grunts at Maras' remark, then, when he is done speaking, roars at him in rage and frustration. "WHY ARE YOU KEEPING ME IN THIS PLACE, YOU APPARITION! WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS PURGATORY!? WHAT INTEREST AM I TO YOU, EXACTLY? OR ARE YOU SIMPLY CONTENT WITH MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND AND SOUL?!?"
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    Ei releases Annie's hand in order to clench her fist. In the moment their fingers disconnect, Ei feels a curious sensation, like that of a small electrical current tickling its way up her fingers, her hand, and dissolves as it traveled up her arm. Annie keeps a playful demeanor, apparently she had felt the sensation too.

    "You felt that, right? I guess we really were meant for each other."

    As the eerie silence ensues, Annie casually looks around, taking note of the dimming light. She smiles in response to Ei's remark.

    "Of course. It's all the same to me."

    With no further delay, Annie leads their way from the Attic.



    "Hey now, Princess. Don't play coy with me."

    Revel advances. He is laughing playfully, yet in his eyes can be seen a certain... emptiness, not a look befitting the God that hosted the recent dinner. With one hand, Revel grabs the large dining table and casts it across the room where it shatters into many pieces against the wall. With Lyudmila exposed once more, he lashes out with another strike of the broken bottle.




    Ezra remains close behind Maras, keeping away from Maras' line of sight when they enter the Foyer.

    As Ei's pending arrival is announced, Ezra releases the loose hold on Maras' elbow.


    By all instant accounts, Silas is under the impression that he has relieved Maras of the spear, but with a second look it is clear that Silas' hand is empty. Maras is still holding the spear and laughing halfheartedly as he drives its point through Silas' foot and into the floor.

    "Got you!"


    Renard's words do not come across to Ariel as intended:



    "Ariel... what did you think was going to happen? Raise mutant children on a farm?"







    With pressure of both blades seemingly locked in a tie, Renard can see that Ariel's blade is descending slowly upon him, yet it remains unclear as to which of the blades is cutting through the other.

    Renard speaks once again. The words Ariel hears, as in the previous instance, are vastly different to what Renard intended:

    "To be honest.. it gave me great pleasure to end that harlots life. She was meant to be mine!"



    Bob doesn't seem to mind the yelling. Keeping his dazed condition, he simply alters course, each floundered step increasing speed toward Buttons.




    Jack is advancing at Boris when the light fills the room. In that moment, Jack halts, analyzing the change with moderate curiosity. A wave of violet light moves over his body, from head to toe, before looking back at Boris with a weak smile and empty eyes as he re-commences his advance. He is now moving faster, blurred with speed as he swings Magebuster at Boris' neck.

    Silas sighs. "I knew it," he remarks. "All a simulation. One that can kill, though..." He winces in pain at his foot, but does his best pulling the spear out of the ground in another attempt to disarm 'Maras'.
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    Annie holds Ei, caressing her back affectionately to put her at ease, whispering gently in her ear.


    “You need not worry anymore…. And yes, you are going to be a mother.”


    Stepping back, she keeps a hand in Ei’s while waves the other dismissively. In so doing, the furniture slides gratingly across the floor to allow access to the door. Of peculiar interest, Annie is now clothed in her grey robe as she smiles, winking playfully for Ei.


    “Let’s go kill some Drones.” She then pauses, as though analyzing her own thoughts, then regards Ei with an evocative narrowing of her eyes; “That is, if we can find our way around this mansion?” She grins, pleased with the lengths Ei had gone to in preventing the Order from finding her, but no less making the obvious suggestion that the mansion be returned to its previous outlay for the hunt to commence.





    Boris moved with surprising speed and agility for a man of his robust structure, but he pays Jack’s rebuke seemingly no mind at all as he recovers from his futile swing. Behind the teary exterior of his face, a certain cold emptiness can be seen in Boris’ glare as he continues his attack, spinning Revel Yell and stepping forth in one fast movement to thrust its pointed end into Jack’s midsection.





    Maras seems perfectly content by Silas’ abdication. There is to now notice a suspicious cold emptiness in Maras’ glare, as he thrusts the spear hard at Silas’ neck.





    As Trixie attempts to dodge Orson’s slashing blade, the fire launched in her defense fizzles to nothing on contact with his dry clothing…. It is clear, as Orson continues his attack, that he is not what he appears to be.





    Gripped with one hand, and apparently not feeling the need for his shield, Jack raises Magebusted to block Boris’ overhead attack with incredible ease. Jack laughs as though mocking the large man’s efforts, while he raises one leg and proceeds to kick Boris across the room.





    As the kitten stares defeated up at the door handle, he hears a scuffled sound behind him. It is unmistakably the familiar sound of faltered footsteps, belonging to no other than Bob. The soulless man had somehow appeared in the dining room, staggering toward Buttons and raising his foot with apparent intent to crush the cat.





    Lyudmila wakes from her sleep in the dining room. As she attempt to pull herself free from her groggy condition, she notices that most of the people from the dinner had departed, leaving her all alone with only one other, Revel.


    Revel is standing over her, gripping the neck of a broken bottle in hand, glaring with a grin of anticipated satisfaction.


    “Now, let’s see if I can’t carve up that pretty face of yours.”


    With these words spoken, Revel swings the bottle at Lyudmila’s face.





    Ezra nods in thanks for the assistance Maras granted, yet also for the approval of his suggestion.


    “Indeed, My Better, I will follow wherever you go.”


    Ezra takes one step behind Maras, holding loosely to his elbow as he leads their way out the door.





    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.


    How fortunate that Silas can bluff.

    As the spear rapidly makes its way toward Silas, he suddenly sidesteps the spear entirely, such that it flies right past his head, the point barely grazing his hair. Then he grabs the spear with one hand by the end that faced him, and yanks it hard, away from Maras' grasp.
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    Hannah ignores N-139 and looks to Kalaam. "Huh?"

    N-139 immediately took over from Kalaam, despite Hannah not looking at him.

    "He *urp* said, what do you want with us? It's not *urp* portal science, and I would know!" he yelled.


    Kalaam moved his head from side to side. "Yeah, what he 2aid."

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    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    In a peculiar moment, Silas discovers himself alone in the dining room with Maras. The event seems… ambiguous, rendering him uncertain as to whether the others with them had vanished, or if he had simply missed the moment when they exited via the door. Whichever the case, while Silas is still coming to terms with being forsaken by the others, Maras turns to him with spear ready to strike –


    “I’m sorry Silas, but the mistress has spoken. You will no longer be permitted to live.”


    Silas stares wordlessly at 'Maras', seemingly intently focusing on his, yet at the same time, he looked like was staring right through his - as if he and even the entire mansion wasn't really there at all. It was as if he was in another world, a world that was fading in and out of focus to SIlas. As he stared down the shaft of the spear and up to its owner, Silas also saw flickers of other things in the corner of his eye, interrupting his sight of the here and now - of slaughter and massacre, war and destruction, death and suffering. To him, it was impossible to tell if it was his past or his future, yet he knew - he had caused all this pain. And he didn't know how to stop himself.

    After a long moment of rethinking, he simply sighed, and looked down, looking as if he closed his eyes. "I see," he gasped. "I accept my fate."
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    Hannah didn't. She simply just floated there, throwing a small blue orb into the air and then catching it with her other hand.


    After quite a while of heated tension, the two of them finally lowered their defenses, although they kept their arms ready for anything just in case. They looked slightly at each other, keeping an eye on her at all times.

    "Clearly, she's not going to attack us," N-139 observed. "Otherwise she would have done so by now."


    Kalaam simply nodded. He then turned to face her, and loudly asked "Ok, what do you want anythin6 to do with u2, Hannah?"

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    As Ei wakes up from the dream, she starts smiling, turning to look at Annie. Her assumptions were correct; the child Annie was carrying was hers, all the more reason to protect Annie at all costs. As the looming presence returns, Ei turns her attention way from Annie, ready to fight off whatever threats arrived.

    As Silas mutters something about Annie and a child, Maras looks at him with suspicion for some reason.
    "Tell us more. Now."

    As Fin's life fades away, he suddenly wakes up again. Though, not in the mansion where he died, but instead in a strange, endless ocean, standing on the water. A cloudless blue sky is reflected in the calm water, as gentle waves cause Fin to wobble a bit, though they're too weak to do much more than make him sway from one side to the other constantly in this empty, endless ocean. For a while, it looks as though nothing will happen, as if Fin will spend the rest of eternity in this place.

    Then, a voice. "Well, well, well, you've met a terrible fate, have you not?" The voice comes from behind Fin, and Fin is unable to resist turning around to face the voice. Standing behind him, a large figure, almost twice Fin's size, wearing a black cloak and carrying a large pole. "Slain by a dragon on a rampage because you got in it's way, though not through it's fire, but by it's tail. Such a shame your life was cut short in such a... unique way, don't you think?"

    Meanwhile, back in the mansion, Fin's body remains on the ground where it was when Chisille's tail pierced it's neck.

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

    Silas, not wanting to pick another fight, quickly mustered a quick explanation. "The vision I had. Annie has a child. It called me father. That's all I can tell." He refuses to say much more on the subject.
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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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    "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.

    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    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.


    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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    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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    "Lady Ei saved this man, that's the relationship they have." A voice speaks, coming from the doorway into the dining room. Maras walks in, apparently the person who spoke. He walks up to Lyudmila, pokes her with the back of his spear, and mutters the words 'Can't handle alcohol, huh?' before looking at Ezra, and then at the other people in the room.
    "As for answers to your questions, I'm afraid neither I nor Lyudmila can answer them all, even though we are her servants. Lady Ei's species for example is something nobody knows, and I'm not sure even Ei herself knows nowadays. She's not here right now because she's got some... intruders to deal with. Those figures that have entered this building are targetting her friend, Miss Annie. She has, however, asked us to not interfere, and that goes for you too, Revel." Maras says as he points his spear at Revel for a bit before stabbing it into the ground.
    "But, since Lyudmila here passed out due to being drunk, I do believe I'm the only one here in any position to answer any questions about her you might have. As for you," Maras says as he looks at Ezra. "Lady Ei is busy right now but she should be finished soon. I must ask you to wait for her to be finished and not try and get to her before that."

    "And who would you be?" Silas questions, narrowing his eyes. "I'm sorry if I seem so tense, but you said that the little girl named Annie was involved..." He seems to be holding back a little bit of rage, but nobody in the room other than Revel can surmise why. Under the table, his fists clenched. "If this Ei is an ally of her, then she has a few... questions to answer," he seethes.
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    Ezra doesn’t seem to react to Jack’s ignorance on the matter, he however seems slightly eased by Revel’s statement. He rises slowly from his crouched position, eyes flickering from Jack to Trixie with dwelling caution. Now standing, though awry by cause of his disjointed right leg and contorted torso, he regards each person with equal diffidence.


    “My name is Ezra.” He winces slightly, believing those words alone could warrant a hostile reaction, but when the expected rancor was not rendered, he concludes his statement with calming stress. “Ei delivered me from Hades and… worse . I wish to… convey my gratitude.”


    "Gratitude?" Silas inquired, out of the blue. "I can already surmise what sort of gratitude you are giving... Anyway, could you explain to us more about yourself, and Ei, other than whatever relationship exists between the two of you?" he then questions passively.
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    Ezra is mostly hidden, crouched low in the dark corner. What can be seen of his translucent skin is covered in lacerations and darkly charred burns that meld well with the shadows. The white of his eyes, which are more of a jaundice yellow, stand out above all else and seem to give off a faint glow in contrast with the darkness.


    While Fin speaks his greeting, the abrupt arrival of Chisille is heard at the door, causing Ezra to react nervously, narrowing his eyes with ambivalent scrutiny as he attempts to tuck further into the shadows. He then emits a hiss, somewhat like that of a threatened cat, followed by the sound of wisp and cracked voice speaking one word, as though it were a warning to Fin –


    “Back!”


    Unfortunately, the repeated pounding and growls from Chisille at the door provides no relief for Ezra. His blood-ringed iris’s start to quiver as all of the room begins to shake. A painting falls from one of the walls, its frame breaking when it hits the floor, while a clay vase trembles atop a dresser before tipping from the ledge and shattering into shards across the room. The sound of the vase smashing, though it were indirectly caused by Ezra, causes his defensive behavior to intensify. With a shrilling scream, he bursts from the shadows, no longer in the form of a man, but rather a grey mass that sweeps across the room like a cloud of ash blown by a strong wind that knocks Fin clear off his feet, causing him to break through the door he had entered.


    As Fin comes down on Chisille in a shower of wooden splinters from the door, Ezra, keeping his clouded form, storms down the stairs and passes through the next wall in his path.




    The Dining Room.


    All those at dinner are suddenly interrupted when everything in the room, including said guests, are lifted from their places in a tornado of wind and grey cloud. Moments later the swirling mass of people, furniture and food fall heavily to the floor while Ezra manifests his previous form, huddled with arms wrapped about his knees in the corner. While his quivering eyes examine the many strangers and destruction he had caused, he is convinced he will likely be chastened for his actions and would soon need to make yet another escape....


    "What in force-" he exclaims, as he is lifted up into the air by the tornado. "Blasted wind magics!" he shouts above the din as he is put back down by the wind. As he wipes his goggles, he notices Ezra sitting there. He remains silent as Ezra gets up, simply curiously and inquisitively observing him.
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    Jack looks at the new bottle of red, picking it up and stating, "Good point, Revel," as he pops the cork off the bottle with his thumb, downing some of the red as Faux continues to rant about dogs or something and Fin runs off elsewhere into the mansion, chased close behind by Chisille.


    As had been the case with the brandy before, he began to understand why those he had known years ago drank as much of this variety of alcohol as he had recalled. For a brief moment, he contemplated an idea inspired by something Revel had said shortly before in the dinner, but before he could decide whether to try it or not Revel began talking to him once more.


    Jack listens as Revel reveals Boris's past to him, the mood growing more somber as he gets deeper into the story. Jack had heard cases before of men and women who had abused and neglected their children, though he had never encountered any of the products of such an environment until Boris. He looked to Boris, a feeling of sorrow for the large man growing within him. Jack glanced to Boris, watching him as he ate, unable to help but wonder how Boris might have turned out if he hadn't been subjected to such trauma.

    Jack looks back at Revel as he receives the mental message, nodding as he mentally responds, "The pleasure is mine. To Boris, and with hope, to better days for him in the future..."

    With that, he takes the bottle of brandy in his free hand, lifting both it and the bottle of red as he drinks them simultaneously, implementing his idea.

    As Jack finishes drinking the mix- inadvertently creating cinnamon port wine- he slouches forward slightly, letting gravity bring both bottles back down to the table and using only enough resistance to keep them from being damaged. After a moment, he looks up at Silas- and then down at Silas, as he falls backwards onto the floor- with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Do... Dopamine glands?"


    Silas ceases his laughter and gets up back on his seat. "Oh, they're a science thing, you don't need to worry about that." He leans over to Jack's ear. "I'm trying to slip my more... carnal desires under the radar," he explains.
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    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.






    "Thanks, Jack," Revel places one hand gently but firmly on his shoulder, "You have my blessings. If you ever need a favor, ever, you just call on me." He thinks for a moment about what he just said, and takes another swig from his bottle. "But hey, if I don't answer at first, try thinking my name three and half times. There's a reason for that specific method, but I can't really be bothered explain at the moment."






    Revel seems pleased that the quirks of Silas's new will are proving extra entertainment for those at the dinner, enough to have him decide that Trixie's nakedness isn't really needed anymore, and so, as Silas falls to the floor, her clothes re-appear, back to front.

    "Oops," Revel smiles and chugs a bit more from his bottle, "my accuracy must be hindered by the alcohol or something."


    Silas looks to Revel and pouts. "If only I could get drunk. Unfortunately, my physiology prevents that. Plus, I need my brain in tip-top shape!" he exclaims.
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