Arin is about to state that he doesn't know much about the town either, but the pitter-patter of the feet grabs his attention. "Yeah, I don't know much about this place, but I'm sorry to cut this short." He sends a bolt of light towards the roof of the furry man. Lighting up the area while he prepares to make the jump to that roof. "Curiosity is calling!" with that he leaps to the next roof.
Fin jumped up just a little bit after the guy next to him did, dropping the Billiard he was pulling out in the process, though it bounced right back to his waiting hand. "Hey, wait up!" Fin ran after him and jumped to the next roof, rolling to break the impact, before rising to his feet again and hurrying after his new acquaintence. No way am I letting the first actual person I've met here to get away without answering more questions. Even if he is a mage...
Maras looks up at the creature for a second, then shrugs.
"Not a threat." He simply states. "At least, not to us."
"I see. Well, that's good to hear." Jack shifts Boris slightly, aligning the space between his limbs with his field of vision to let him see a bit better as he continues to follow Maras.
Maras stops to look at the figures in front of them, standing between the mansion and them.
"They, however..."
Maras takes a look around the group, and his eyes fall on Boris.
"Say, think you're strong enough to throw him onto one of those creepy guys? He's asleep so he won't mind."
Jack looks down at the figures Maras is referring to, thinking for a moment before answering, "I probably could, if I had a running start..." He focuses on them a bit more, trying to make out their figure better, though it is difficult to do so in the night. "There's something... familiar about them, though I'm not sure what." He shrugs- as much as he can while carrying Boris over his shoulders, anyways- and decides that perhaps it will come to him later.
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Boris continues snoring heavily, not even slightly roused from his sleep by Jacks lifting him.
"We got things to do alright, baby doll, just you and me." Sluggy edges along her shoulder and gives her neck a lick. "How does that feel there, sweetness? Plenty more where that came from!"
Buttons continues looking back to see if Bob is following, and he is, somehow, however uncannily it might seem, staggering after them like some guy so completely drunk that it's amazing he can manage to keep putting one foot in front of the other, no less keep up with the group.
When the creature flies overhead, neither Sluggy or Buttons see it, both too wrapped up in their other own interests.
Trixie does a sigh. "Now now, I have things to do...Please, don't call me a baby doll...I'm Great and Powerful." Trixie whispers to Sluggy. She keeps petting Buttons.
Silas exclaims in shock, "What in tarnation! I didn't get brutally interrupted from my sleep to be manhandled by a fat bearded old man who pretends to be nice while in actuality utilises a extensive spy network on all of the people without any oversight whatsoever, ruins the environment with industrial complexes melting sea ice, and exploits the labor of the native population without any benefits for the workers, all in the name of a religion that wants nothing to do with him which worships another bearded old guy that is prone to violent temper tantrums and overly strict regulations!" With Silas' rant finished, he pouts in Santa's lap, folding his arms. "I'm sorry if I ruined your day. But I no longer see the point. My will... has left me," he admitted, in dejection.
"HO-HO-HO!" Revel is delighted; "Not at all my, insignificant little worm, it's impressive to see someone in your position finding the will power to make such a futile rant." He gives Silas a long rub on the back while he pouts. "There There, now, let all that silly, silly sadness out. Crying, after all, is good for growth, so long as you find the will to carry on after."
All of a sudden, and what could have been for any darn number reasons, everyone in the whole gosh darn mansion can hear hear Betty yelling out from some room somewhere. The first thing everyone hears her saying is, "Well, are you going to show me or what?? Gosh darn it all to hell!" A little while later, them words of hers are followed up by, "O, my sweet cookie!". A little longer after that, everyone can hear Ariel yelling out as well, but no one can understand what hell he's saying because he's talking in some foreign language, and so it's really just kinda hard to tell if he's angry or just plain happy. Then, maybe about minute after Ariel stops his hollering, Betty can be heard again, sounding a whole lot louder than any of the yelling that came before;
Silas makes a half-hearted attempt to shake his fist at the ceiling and yell at them to quiet down, but instead he stops mid-shake, sighs, and puts it back down. "Why bother anyway?" he muttered to himself.
"Heh-Heh, look at you again, still making an effort to be people! Well isn't that just adorable. But hey!" Santa is suddenly brandishing a Christmas cracker in one hand, holding one end and offering the other to Silas to hold. "Now let's just see if Santa can help little Silas with his trouble today, shall we? All you have to do is give a good tug on the other end of this cracker until it breaks. I know it sounds like a big effort for you right now, since that naughty little girl has gone and stolen your Will and all, but after what I've seen in the last couple of minutes, I'm sure you could pull it off! Now go on ahead, give Santa's cracker a good tug."
Lyudmila sighs, and takes a seat next to Revel and starts eating.
"So, Rev. What brings you here anyway? Got bored and decided to hang out in Waise?"
"You know me, Mila, I always turn up where the action is." Revel replies with a wink; "But honestly, how could any God resist with a face like yours around...?" He picks up a bowl of mashed potato and offers her a serving. "Extra butter, extra smooth, just the way you like it."
He's still holding the potatoes when the yelling starts up between Betty and Ariel, and he keeps that position until they quieten down again, at which point he raises an eyebrow swankily for Lyudmila.
As soon as Revel starts speaking, Chisille jumps back in surprise at his appearance. From the brief glimpse that she had from the people in the foyer, she assumed this was one of them. He laughed out loud at what he said, clearing thinking that her being insane was a great joke. After his laughter had died down Revel explained that all the food that had filled the kitchen and the dining room was what he did, and was for all of them. In fact, he encouraged her to eat her fill of the stuff just to encourage her growth. She wasn't entirely sure if this was genuine care for her.
Unknown to Chisille initially, since she was too busy listening to him she had begun to feel better to the point where she didn't care at all about who she was in the company of. If fact, she felt great! As if she could walk the wilderness without a problem, fly the skies if she was up for it, even potentially walk freely among a human settlement and have nothing go wrong at all.
From what she had experienced before with the robed stranger, she knew that this was another form of manipulation. She wondered if all those who got this close to humans were always overcome by so many spells like this. Revel then warned her of the downsides of the new way she was feeling, how similar to the super happy feeling she could easily let down her guard. "Alright. I won't. I'll keep a lookout for danger. Not going to stop keeping watch." she replied, walking over to the table and dragged a chair away from the table enough so she could get up and sit in it, right next to Lyudmila. Just like how those humans did it, just like she was asked to. Her tail stuck out the side of the chair.
She looked down at the plate of food that was set out in front of the chair she took, licking her lips at the smell of it all. Unlike most humans though, forks and knifes were a wasted resource for a dragon. Even if she didn't have a habit of diving straight into her meal like that, she wouldn't be able to use the utensils anyway. Once more she heard Revel, though it was clearer then when he spoke normally. 'Alright, I won't worry. Well, I still need to worry about keeping myself safe like you said, but I'll worry less now. Three and a half times? How do I do that? Revel, Revel, Revel, Rev, or something?' she thought, wondering if she'll get an answer to her thoughts. To Revel, her thoughts were in her native tongue rather then in english, but she spoke very fluently compared to what she usually says out loud.
As it turns out, Chisille did indeed get an answer to her thoughtful question, and even more astonishingly, spoken in her own dragon tongue.
"You got it right, just like that. Revel, Revel, Revel, Rev. Such a clever dragon.... And to think they locked you up for all that time...."
Maras looks up at the creature for a second, then shrugs.
"Not a threat." He simply states. "At least, not to us."
Maras stops to look at the figures in front of them, standing between the mansion and them.
"They, however..."
Maras takes a look around the group, and his eyes fall on Boris.
"Say, think you're strong enough to throw him onto one of those creepy guys? He's asleep so he won't mind."
"Ah, good. Quite a place you've chosen to lead us to." Jack continues to follow Maras as the flying lizard thing glides overhead, drawing Jack's attention. "The hell is that thing...?" He looks at Maras, noting his lack of a reaction to the beast. "You got any idea what that was, Maras?" While Jack didn't get much of a detailed look at it, given the current conditions, he could tell it was nothing short of a behemoth.
At this point, he didn't really care what it was, as long as he didn't have to fight it.
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Trixie does a sigh. "Now now, I have things to do...Please, don't call me a baby doll...I'm Great and Powerful." Trixie whispers to Sluggy. She keeps petting Buttons.
Content that Bob has made it this far, his attention is distracted by Mara's suggesting. He looks at Jack. He looks at Boris. He looks at the dark figure near the mansion.
"Oh yeah..." he says cloyed; "this should be good."
Sluggy looks at the mansion and gives Trixie another lick on the neck. "Not too much farther now, my sweet."
"I see. Well, that's good to hear." Jack shifts Boris slightly, aligning the space between his limbs with his field of vision to let him see a bit better as he continues to follow Maras.
Jack looks down at the figures Maras is referring to, thinking for a moment before answering, "I probably could, if I had a running start..." He focuses on them a bit more, trying to make out their figure better, though it is difficult to do so in the night. "There's something... familiar about them, though I'm not sure what." He shrugs- as much as he can while carrying Boris over his shoulders, anyways- and decides that perhaps it will come to him later.
"Well, if you can do that, why don't you? It'd help out greatly, you know? Besides, they're nothing but trouble, might as well get rid of them before they attack us or something."
"You know me, Mila, I always turn up where the action is." Revel replies with a wink; "But honestly, how could any God resist with a face like yours around...?" He picks up a bowl of mashed potato and offers her a serving. "Extra butter, extra smooth, just the way you like it."
He's still holding the potatoes when the yelling starts up between Betty and Ariel, and he keeps that position until they quieten down again, at which point he raises an eyebrow swankily for Lyudmila.
"Well then, I'm glad somebodies having fun."
Lyudmila sighs. "Sounds to me like you're just here for me, as if you're either madly in love or very desperate. Besides, you know that she's gonna pester you if she sees you, you know?" Lyudmila says as she takes the mashed potatoes.
"Yea, there was noise coming from the attic a bit ago too. And that cowbell noise as well, this place is less silent than it used to be, though neither of those sounds sounded like the people involved were having quite as much fun as those two. I wonder if they know that none of these rooms are soundproof."
Lyudmila sighs. "Sounds to me like you're just here for me, as if you're either madly in love or very desperate. Besides, you know that she's gonna pester you if she sees you, you know?" Lyudmila says as she takes the mashed potatoes.
"Yea, there was noise coming from the attic a bit ago too. And that cowbell noise as well, this place is less silent than it used to be, though neither of those sounds sounded like the people involved were having quite as much fun as those two. I wonder if they know that none of these rooms are soundproof."
"Pester pester, that's what pests do." Revel replies. "One can't help their own nature. But we both know she loves me." He jests. Once Lyudmila was done dishing out the potatoes he places them back on the table for her. "And why put yourself down like that, my lady? The only thing I'm desperate for is a little bit of... fun with that special person, maybe? Given, sure, I'm not the fussy type, but you can hardly call that desperate." Thinking a moment while licking away a dab of potato that got stuck to his thumb, he then says; "To be perfectly honest, thin walls are my thing, why sleep when you can listen to the doings of the couple next door? But you know..." He says, looking like a light turned on in his head; "...I really should get myself a cow bell."
"Well, if you can do that, why don't you? It'd help out greatly, you know? Besides, they're nothing but trouble, might as well get rid of them before they attack us or something."
"Right, yeah. When I start running, you all should probably follow close behind. Don't know how much of a window of time this'll give us to get past them." As they get closer to the mansion, Jack bends his knees before springing forward into a sprint, aiming towards the figure nearest the entryway. As he comes within range, he shoves Boris up and into the air, launching him far enough to land on top of the cloaked figure.
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As it turns out, Chisille did indeed get an answer to her thoughtful question, and even more astonishingly, spoken in her own dragon tongue.
"You got it right, just like that. Revel, Revel, Revel, Rev. Such a clever dragon.... And to think they locked you up for all that time...."
Chisille subconsciously nods at the confirmation that Revel gives her, though the talk about when she was locked up brings back bad memories. Thankfully with the spell of sorts she's under, she doesn't feel nearly as bad about them. 'Yeah, but back then I wasn't as clever... I can't really remember how I got captured either. I just know I didn't used to be held in a cage, some sort of dark hole instead, and then I was in a cage for most of my life. I really didn't like it in there after a while. Especially when I sometimes woke up sore.' She thinks as a reply.
Lyudmila sighs. "Sounds to me like you're just here for me, as if you're either madly in love or very desperate. Besides, you know that she's gonna pester you if she sees you, you know?" Lyudmila says as she takes the mashed potatoes.
"Yea, there was noise coming from the attic a bit ago too. And that cowbell noise as well, this place is less silent than it used to be, though neither of those sounds sounded like the people involved were having quite as much fun as those two. I wonder if they know that none of these rooms are soundproof."
"Pester pester, that's what pests do." Revel replies. "One can't help their own nature. But we both know she loves me." He jests. Once Lyudmila was done dishing out the potatoes he places them back on the table for her. "And why put yourself down like that, my lady? The only thing I'm desperate for is a little bit of... fun with that special person, maybe? Given, sure, I'm not the fussy type, but you can hardly call that desperate." Thinking a moment while licking away a dab of potato that got stuck to his thumb, he then says; "To be perfectly honest, thin walls are my thing, why sleep when you can listen to the doings of the couple next door? But you know..." He says, looking like a light turned on in his head; "...I really should get myself a cow bell."
A cow bell appears on the table beside him.
"Would you like one too?"
While she was talking mentally with Revel, Chisille had soon finished off everything on her plate, lightly burping afterwards. She still wasn't satisfied, so she dragged another plate of food over to a closer spot and started munching on that too. The conversation between Revel and Lyudmila was somewhat intriguing for her, particularly the part where she didn't really know what they were talking about. They kept hinting at things that she didn't understand.
After a while of the others chatting, she decided to question them. "Lillid... What are you talking about? You say they're having fun? What do you mean?" she asked Lyudmila, then turned to Revel. "What fun you talking about? Why does Betty want cookies and love angels?"
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Arin is about to state that he doesn't know much about the town either, but the pitter-patter of the feet grabs his attention. "Yeah, I don't know much about this place, but I'm sorry to cut this short." He sends a bolt of light towards the roof of the furry man. Lighting up the area while he prepares to make the jump to that roof. "Curiosity is calling!" with that he leaps to the next roof.
Fin jumped up just a little bit after the guy next to him did, dropping the Billiard he was pulling out in the process, though it bounced right back to his waiting hand. "Hey, wait up!" Fin ran after him and jumped to the next roof, rolling to break the impact, before rising to his feet again and hurrying after his new acquaintence. No way am I letting the first actual person I've met here to get away without answering more questions. Even if he is a mage...
Had Arin actually not paused to answer Fin before shooting his light bolt, he may have at the very gosh darn least got close to hitting the little furry fella. But since he did take the time to be polite about the situation, the bolt of light missed by a country mile, and the little fury fella had already pitter-patters his way far enough away not have its exact location disclosed when Arin lit up that area.
In fact, by time Arin jumped over to the other roof in chase of the little furry fella with Fin running after him, they can both then hear the pitter-patter of its tiny feet on the next roof over from there. Gosh O my, that furry little fella really must move a mile a minute! Or maybe that's not case at all because, just as they heard that pitter-patter on the other roof, they heard another set of tiny footsteps on the roof they just left, then another on the roof to their right and to their left, making it gosh darn clear that they have now been surrounded tiny furry men! Unfortunately, it's kinda hard to tell just how many of these little furry fella's there actually are, since Arin and Fin can only really catch small glimpses of them darting from shadow to shadow here and there. But one thing is downright certain, there's more than just a few!
Just then, as Arin and Fin realize they've been surround, Arin feels something stab him. When he looks down, he can make out what looks like a needle sticking out of his leg. One of the little fella's must have shot him from a distance. The part of the needle that's visible is a light color and about an inch in length, but judging by the pain Arin is feeling, the rest of the needle must be lodged in his flesh pretty deep. But just a word of warning there, buddy, if Arin tries to remove the needle, he will discover that it's covered in barbs, so pulling it out might be a little difficult to do. But he better do something fast because he is now starting to feel like he might faint at any moment from an obvious toxin that is filling his veins!
What makes matters a whole sight worse, is just as he see's what has happened to Arin, Fin gets shot by a needle as well, only his stabs him right in the butt! Doesn't take long for Fin to feel the toxin coursing though his veins as well.
Maybe the toxin will kill them both, or maybe it will just make them sleep, but its only gonna take a few second before they find themselves unconscious either way!
The dark figure looms near the large rock for some time, possibly in study, before it removes a single hand from its sleeve. Its greyish skin has a matted gloss like the surface of wax in the dim night glow. It extends one thin finger to point at the rock.
The tip of their finger began to pulsate with a faint violet light, and from each pulsation came forth a very small bead of violet light. These beads of light gathered in the air above the stone, creating a circular formation. Once the circle was complete it began to spin slowly. As it did so a larger glow of violet radiance began to grow within the circle, and in so doing began an elongated expansion downward toward the stone. Eventually this light made contact with the stone, enveloping it overall, while the dark figure stood back, placing their hand back into their sleeve to observe that to come next.
Under the influence of the violet light, the stone starts to radiate an orange hue as its molecules are stimulated, accelerated. It is heating up quickly….
While this is happening, the other nine dark figures, still evenly spaced around the face of the Mansion, recommence their rapid succession of short, sharp sounds.
"Hot diggity damn!" Ezomond yells and turns himself from that rock and into a man again, and the orange heat of his body disappears in a flash! He then starts waging his finger at the dark figure like he was being a naughty boy. "Now just hold on one gosh darn minute there, Mr. Man! You ain't gonna get away with casting no hot stuff at me!" And just as Ezmond was saying them exact words, two darts of glowing blue ice came out from his own finger tips, shooting the dark guy in his chest and the dark opening of his hood! Each one of these two darts was powerful enough to flash freeze an elephant into a block of ice!
Ei slowly wakes up, and when she first sees Annie’s state she thinks she's still dreaming. But when she hears the second, louder yell, she knows she isn't, and starts panicking. She tries pulling the substance off of Annie's face to open a hole for breathing, but the substance won't budge, and it is both quite hot and sticky. As it soon becomes apparent Ei can't do anything without risking hurting Annie - after all, if her attempts did break a hole in the substance, they might hurt Annie too - she sits down on the ground next to her, Arms wrapped around her legs, staring off into the distance, unmoving.
Ei remains motionless for a while, and her breathing almost stops, until she nods, gets up, and walks back to Annie, sitting down next to her as she starts idly moving a finger in a circular fashion, the air through which it passes again and again rippling as if it were water, waiting for something to happen.
Ei’s behaviour makes no difference to Annie’s condition. Furthermore, while Ei circulates her finger in the air, the yellow compound enveloping Annie is gradually changing. Dark capillary lines are starting to take shape within the thin layer of the compound, branching out like fine, black roots over her arms, legs, face and torso.
What is however most curious, is that some of these capillaries are taking a different type of form above Annie navel. They are taking on the shape of four words, and soon their formation is clear enough for Ei to read:
"Right, yeah. When I start running, you all should probably follow close behind. Don't know how much of a window of time this'll give us to get past them." As they get closer to the mansion, Jack bends his knees before springing forward into a sprint, aiming towards the figure nearest the entryway. As he comes within range, he shoves Boris up and into the air, launching him far enough to land on top of the cloaked figure.
The dark, cloaked figure makes no effort to prevent this assault. Boris simply falls to the ground as though he’d been thrown against a concrete pillar. The figure does not react, they do not take counter measures, they do not show any sign of retaliation. They remain perfectly still, unperturbed, while the rapid succession of short, sharp sounds they emit continues to intensify.
"Hot diggity damn!" Ezomond yells and turns himself from that rock and into a man again, and the orange heat of his body disappears in a flash! He then starts waging his finger at the dark figure like he was being a naughty boy. "Now just hold on one gosh darn minute there, Mr. Man! You ain't gonna get away with casting no hot stuff at me!" And just as Ezmond was saying them exact words, two darts of glowing blue ice came out from his own finger tips, shooting the dark guy in his chest and the dark opening of his hood! Each one of these two darts was powerful enough to flash freeze an elephant into a block of ice!
Ezmond’s assault on the dark figure is somewhat successful, be it only momentarily. With both strikes of the dart, their person is instantaneously frozen, only to immediately resume its former state. At the close of Ezmond’s assault, the figure appears to shift its head, lilting it ever so slightly to one side… but that is all. It was at that moment that Ezmond somehow finds himself entrapped. Unable to move. He is enclosed within a rustic colored aura.
With said method of prevention set in place, the dark figure proceeds to join the other nine figures in their ongoing efforts; the rapid succession of short, sharp sounds begin once more to emit from their person.
"HO-HO-HO!" Revel is delighted; "Not at all my, insignificant little worm, it's impressive to see someone in your position finding the will power to make such a futile rant." He gives Silas a long rub on the back while he pouts. "There There, now, let all that silly, silly sadness out. Crying, after all, is good for growth, so long as you find the will to carry on after."
"Heh-Heh, look at you again, still making an effort to be people! Well isn't that just adorable. But hey!" Santa is suddenly brandishing a Christmas cracker in one hand, holding one end and offering the other to Silas to hold. "Now let's just see if Santa can help little Silas with his trouble today, shall we? All you have to do is give a good tug on the other end of this cracker until it breaks. I know it sounds like a big effort for you right now, since that naughty little girl has gone and stolen your Will and all, but after what I've seen in the last couple of minutes, I'm sure you could pull it off! Now go on ahead, give Santa's cracker a good tug."
Silas, upon hearing Santa's first paragraph, breaks down into silent, mournful tears. They keep cascading down his face and into his unkempt beard. As Santa continues with his second paragraph, Silas wipes his tears away as he sees the cracker. "This sounds especially weird out of context. But hey, why not..." He weakly attempts to pull on the cracker.
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"Pester pester, that's what pests do." Revel replies. "One can't help their own nature. But we both know she loves me." He jests. Once Lyudmila was done dishing out the potatoes he places them back on the table for her. "And why put yourself down like that, my lady? The only thing I'm desperate for is a little bit of... fun with that special person, maybe? Given, sure, I'm not the fussy type, but you can hardly call that desperate." Thinking a moment while licking away a dab of potato that got stuck to his thumb, he then says; "To be perfectly honest, thin walls are my thing, why sleep when you can listen to the doings of the couple next door? But you know..." He says, looking like a light turned on in his head; "...I really should get myself a cow bell."
A cow bell appears on the table beside him.
"Would you like one too?"
"She's not a pest!" Lyudmila says, and sighs. "But yea, it's in her nature to behave like that. She's just a bit... peculiar, I'd say."
"And I'm not sure whether or not to be surprised about you being interested in listening in on other people's business. And I'll pass on the cowbell, thank you very much." Lyudmila says, as she fills a glass with wine and starts drinking.
After a while of the others chatting, she decided to question them. "Lillid... What are you talking about? You say they're having fun? What do you mean?" she asked Lyudmila, then turned to Revel. "What fun you talking about? Why does Betty want cookies and love angels?"
Lyudmila spits out her drink as Chisille asks the question, which seemingly came out of the blue.
"Well... err..." Lyudmila tries to think of a good explanation. "Ask Revel, he's more of an expert than me on the subject I'd say."
Ei’s behaviour makes no difference to Annie’s condition. Furthermore, while Ei circulates her finger in the air, the yellow compound enveloping Annie is gradually changing. Dark capillary lines are starting to take shape within the thin layer of the compound, branching out like fine, black roots over her arms, legs, face and torso.
What is however most curious, is that some of these capillaries are taking a different type of form above Annie navel. They are taking on the shape of four words, and soon their formation is clear enough for Ei to read:
As Ei sees what is happening, she starts to worry even more. Is the substance slowly killing her friend?
Then, however, Ei notices something, above Annie's navel, text seems to be forming. Ei waits until it becomes readable.
"Dont... let... them... come..." Ei repeats the words she reads, becoming silent after she finishes. Then, she starts giggling, her laughter echoing throughout the mansion, seemingly coming from all directions at once, as Ei's red eyes are slowly replaced by a starry void.
"Don't worry, Annie. I'll protect you at all costs."
The dark, cloaked figure makes no effort to prevent this assault. Boris simply falls to the ground as though he’d been thrown against a concrete pillar. The figure does not react, they do not take counter measures, they do not show any sign of retaliation. They remain perfectly still, unperturbed, while the rapid succession of short, sharp sounds they emit continues to intensify.
Maras’ group has been ignored.
Maras seems rather... annoyed by the lack of effect throwing Boris at the figure has, when something catches his attention. Maras looks up as the clouds fade away, revealing a night sky full of bright but foreign stars, stars never seen before in the night sky. Then, he spots the creature from earlier. It swoops down to ground level, and flies right over the group, targeting one of the cloaked figures, seemingly with the goal of catching the figure in it's mouth, which is big enough to swallow a man whole.
"Well, that creature seems to be on our side. You guys go inside, I've got business to take care of out here." Maras says, pointing at the front door leading to the foyer, while drawing a sword and approaching the nearest figure.
Had Arin actually not paused to answer Fin before shooting his light bolt, he may have at the very gosh darn least got close to hitting the little furry fella. But since he did take the time to be polite about the situation, the bolt of light missed by a country mile, and the little fury fella had already pitter-patters his way far enough away not have its exact location disclosed when Arin lit up that area.
In fact, by time Arin jumped over to the other roof in chase of the little furry fella with Fin running after him, they can both then hear the pitter-patter of its tiny feet on the next roof over from there. Gosh O my, that furry little fella really must move a mile a minute! Or maybe that's not case at all because, just as they heard that pitter-patter on the other roof, they heard another set of tiny footsteps on the roof they just left, then another on the roof to their right and to their left, making it gosh darn clear that they have now been surrounded tiny furry men! Unfortunately, it's kinda hard to tell just how many of these little furry fella's there actually are, since Arin and Fin can only really catch small glimpses of them darting from shadow to shadow here and there. But one thing is downright certain, there's more than just a few!
Just then, as Arin and Fin realize they've been surround, Arin feels something stab him. When he looks down, he can make out what looks like a needle sticking out of his leg. One of the little fella's must have shot him from a distance. The part of the needle that's visible is a light color and about an inch in length, but judging by the pain Arin is feeling, the rest of the needle must be lodged in his flesh pretty deep. But just a word of warning there, buddy, if Arin tries to remove the needle, he will discover that it's covered in barbs, so pulling it out might be a little difficult to do. But he better do something fast because he is now starting to feel like he might faint at any moment from an obvious toxin that is filling his veins!
What makes matters a whole sight worse, is just as he see's what has happened to Arin, Fin gets shot by a needle as well, only his stabs him right in the butt! Doesn't take long for Fin to feel the toxin coursing though his veins as well.
Maybe the toxin will kill them both, or maybe it will just make them sleep, but its only gonna take a few second before they find themselves unconscious either way!
So... Woozy... fin starts swaying from side to side as the Toxin in the needle starts to take effect, the sharp pain of it emanating from his posterier. Okay... Think, think, a dart is stuck in my butt and has poison on it. What do I do? Pull it out. Simple....
Fin gritted his teeth and reached for his backside, counting down to pulling it out. "3... 2... 1- YAOWW!!!!" All the wooziness from before was replaced by sharp pain, chasing away any feeling of sleep he might have had. In his hand was a slightly red, barbed needle. Angrily pulling out one of his Billiards, he threw it in the direction of where he thought one of the small creatures were.
"Right, yeah. When I start running, you all should probably follow close behind. Don't know how much of a window of time this'll give us to get past them." As they get closer to the mansion, Jack bends his knees before springing forward into a sprint, aiming towards the figure nearest the entryway. As he comes within range, he shoves Boris up and into the air, launching him far enough to land on top of the cloaked figure.
The dark, cloaked figure makes no effort to prevent this assault. Boris simply falls to the ground as though he’d been thrown against a concrete pillar. The figure does not react, they do not take counter measures, they do not show any sign of retaliation. They remain perfectly still, unperturbed, while the rapid succession of short, sharp sounds they emit continues to intensify.
Maras seems rather... annoyed by the lack of effect throwing Boris at the figure has, when something catches his attention. Maras looks up as the clouds fade away, revealing a night sky full of bright but foreign stars, stars never seen before in the night sky. Then, he spots the creature from earlier. It swoops down to ground level, and flies right over the group, targeting one of the cloaked figures, seemingly with the goal of catching the figure in it's mouth, which is big enough to swallow a man whole.
"Well, that creature seems to be on our side. You guys go inside, I've got business to take care of out here." Maras says, pointing at the front door leading to the foyer, while drawing a sword and approaching the nearest figure.
Boris has taken quite a blow and crashes to the ground. He continues snoring.
Silas, upon hearing Santa's first paragraph, breaks down into silent, mournful tears. They keep cascading down his face and into his unkempt beard. As Santa continues with his second paragraph, Silas wipes his tears away as he sees the cracker. "This sounds especially weird out of context. But hey, why not..." He weakly attempts to pull on the cracker.
Lack of will doesn't exactly have Silas put a great deal of effort in, feels more like a pesky baby fish nibbling at a fisherman's line after waiting half a day to get a real bite. Santa sighs and slumps a little, but shaking his head he gives Silas a little blow in the ear, causing Silas's strength and will to kick in just long enough for him give Santa's cracker a good tug.
The cracker pops with the best timing. Just as it does so, Ei's giggles can be heard echoing throughout the house, almost as if it was made just for that accomplishment.
"Oh, my goodness!" Santa congratulates him, "I'm feeling so impressed right now! Really!"
When Silas sees he has broken off the larger section of the cracker, he looks inside the opening to see what prize awaits him.
It's empty.
"Oh well...." Santa shrugs and pushes Silas abruptly off his lap; "You were never really a good boy anyway."
When Silas lands on the floor again, he looks up to see that the chair is empty. Santa is gone. But Silas can hear the fat mans jolly chuckles fading away into the distance.
Naturally, Revel was only playing with Silas. Once he manages to pick himself up off the floor, he will feel his will kick in again. Mmmm... and maybe with a bit more oomph than he had before. Okay, a lot more.
Chisille subconsciously nods at the confirmation that Revel gives her, though the talk about when she was locked up brings back bad memories. Thankfully with the spell of sorts she's under, she doesn't feel nearly as bad about them. 'Yeah, but back then I wasn't as clever... I can't really remember how I got captured either. I just know I didn't used to be held in a cage, some sort of dark hole instead, and then I was in a cage for most of my life. I really didn't like it in there after a while. Especially when I sometimes woke up sore.' She thinks as a reply.
While she was talking mentally with Revel, Chisille had soon finished off everything on her plate, lightly burping afterwards. She still wasn't satisfied, so she dragged another plate of food over to a closer spot and started munching on that too. The conversation between Revel and Lyudmila was somewhat intriguing for her, particularly the part where she didn't really know what they were talking about. They kept hinting at things that she didn't understand.
After a while of the others chatting, she decided to question them. "Lillid... What are you talking about? You say they're having fun? What do you mean?" she asked Lyudmila, then turned to Revel. "What fun you talking about? Why does Betty want cookies and love angels?"
While Chisille is recalling her experience's of being a captive, Revel has a sincere glint of sorrow in his eyes while at the same time, some many, many miles away, the ones who held Chisille captive are starting to suffer what will be a very long and miserable death.
"She's not a pest!" Lyudmila says, and sighs. "But yea, it's in her nature to behave like that. She's just a bit... peculiar, I'd say."
"And I'm not sure whether or not to be surprised about you being interested in listening in on other people's business. And I'll pass on the cowbell, thank you very much." Lyudmila says, as she fills a glass with wine and starts drinking.
Lyudmila spits out her drink as Chisille asks the question, which seemingly came out of the blue.
"Well... err..." Lyudmila tries to think of a good explanation. "Ask Revel, he's more of an expert than me on the subject I'd say."
'Hey now," Revel responds to Lyudmila spitting out her wine; "If you wanted better quality you should have just asked."
While Ei's childlike laughter echo's through the house, he hold's out another bottle of red for Lyudmila. The label reads:
'Revel's Undignified Yell, Makes all your sweet dreams come true Aged 500,001 years'
Of course, he was well aware of the real reason why Lyudmila had spit out her wine, but he just couldn't help but amuse himself.
"You see, chisille..." He begins to answer, placing his elbows on both sides of his plate and resting his chin thoughtfully on his hands. "I can't really blame Betty for either those things. I mean, when you really give the matter some good wholesome thought, who wouldn't want a cookie? You should try some for yourself."
A bucked of Oreo's appear on the table next to Chisille.
"As for loving Angels, well, from what I've recently learnt, they tend to taste a lot like Oreo's. So, I suppose the real question here is: What's not to like about an angel that tastes a great deal like a cookie?"
Silas listens until Santa's laughter dies away. Then he simply puts his face in his own hands and lets the tears come, weeping away, relishing in his own lonliness.
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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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Lyudmila spits out her drink as Chisille asks the question, which seemingly came out of the blue.
"Well... err..." Lyudmila tries to think of a good explanation. "Ask Revel, he's more of an expert than me on the subject I'd say."
"Dont... let... them... come..." Ei repeats the words she reads, becoming silent after she finishes. Then, she starts giggling, her laughter echoing throughout the mansion, seemingly coming from all directions at once, as Ei's red eyes are slowly replaced by a starry void.
Chisille moves away slightly as Lyudmila does that. Not because she was scared or anything, but because she didn't want to get droplets of wine all over her snout. She looked to Revel for the answers to her question, ignoring the giggles from upstairs for now. Ei wasn't coming to get her, so she wasn't going to bother caring.
While Chisille is recalling her experience's of being a captive, Revel has a sincere glint of sorrow in his eyes while at the same time, some many, many miles away, the ones who held Chisille captive are starting to suffer what will be a very long and miserable death.
The wizard who had once imprisoned Chisille casually sipped at a flask of magic fluid, preparing himself for what was expected to be some flimsy mob of farmers who had gathered up the idea that he should go. They were all just scared of what he could do, not that he did much to actually cause any panic with them.
Without even looking at the table, he grabbed another flask as he stared out the window, waiting for the time when the torches got closer to his establishment. Expecting it to be a vial of energy potion, he took a swig of it for the long night. However he didn't notice the taste was different until after he had drunk it. Reading the label, his eyes went wide as he had ingested something he knew he shouldn't have.
The new concoction mixed itself with what he had already drunk causing a reaction between them. He fell to the floor in pain, slowly feeling his strength drain away from his body.
"You see, chisille..." He begins to answer, placing his elbows on both sides of his plate and resting his chin thoughtfully on his hands. "I can't really blame Betty for either those things. I mean, when you really give the matter some good wholesome thought, who wouldn't want a cookie? You should try some for yourself."
A bucked of Oreo's appear on the table next to Chisille.
"As for loving Angels, well, from what I've recently learnt, they tend to taste a lot like Oreo's. So, I suppose the real question here is: What's not to like about an angel that tastes a great deal like a cookie?"
Chisille slowly nodded as Revel answered her questions, looking towards the bucket of small chocolatey oreos. 'I guess Betty just really likes cookies. Hmm. I suppose... if she likes them that much I should try one...?' she thought to herself and sniffed at the oreos. They smelt sweet. She wasn't really a big fan on sugar, but she wanted to at least try one. She gently took one of the cookies out of the bucket, and with a few loud crunches the entire thing was gone down her throat.
"Was, good... I guess. Maybe I have some more." she commented before looking over to Revel once more. "What's not to like about angel who taste like cookie? Uhhh... can't think of anything. Don't know." she replied, quickly taking another oreo into her mouth and downing that as well. By this point, Chisille looked decently larger around the mid section after having eaten 2 plates of food and whatever else. She certainly could shove food in when she needed to.
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So... Woozy... fin starts swaying from side to side as the Toxin in the needle starts to take effect, the sharp pain of it emanating from his posterier. Okay... Think, think, a dart is stuck in my butt and has poison on it. What do I do? Pull it out. Simple....
Fin gritted his teeth and reached for his backside, counting down to pulling it out. "3... 2... 1- YAOWW!!!!" All the wooziness from before was replaced by sharp pain, chasing away any feeling of sleep he might have had. In his hand was a slightly red, barbed needle. Angrily pulling out one of his Billiards, he threw it in the direction of where he thought one of the small creatures were.
Soon, the pain from pulling out the needle ends, and Fin starts feeling sleepy again, since removing the needle didn't remove the toxin from his veins, right when he prepares to throw the billiard ball. Fin still throws the ball, hitting Arin in the back of the head. The billiard ball bounces back and hits Fin on the head.
'Hey now," Revel responds to Lyudmila spitting out her wine; "If you wanted better quality you should have just asked."
While Ei's childlike laughter echo's through the house, he hold's out another bottle of red for Lyudmila. The label reads:
'Revel's Undignified Yell, Makes all your sweet dreams come true Aged 500,001 years'
Of course, he was well aware of the real reason why Lyudmila had spit out her wine, but he just couldn't help but amuse himself.
Lyudmila sighs, and takes a look at the label.
"Just 500,001 years, Revel? I expected at least 500,002 years from someone like you." Lyudmila says, chuckling. "In any case, thanks."
Lyudmila takes the bottle, pours herself another glass, and grabs one of the cookies. After all, cookies are cookies, and cookies are good, no matter who you are.
As Ei's giggling dies down, the interior of the mansion starts getting twisted. Hallways seemingly extend for impossible lengths compared to the size of the building, making several aileron rolls along the way while the furniture and everything else inside seemingly defies gravity, sticking to the floors and walls without falling. The walls of every room start pulsing as if the rooms were beating hearts, and cracks appear in walls, through which hundreds of unblinking eyes peek into the room for a few moments to stare at things inside (they seem especially keen on staring at creatures) before closing again, this progress repeating continuously, cracks opening, eyes peeking, cracks closing. And throughout the building, the sound of creaking floorboards can be heard, as if something is wandering through the halls searching for something. Meanwhile, all the doors and windows slam shut, sometimes locking shut while others just become difficult to open. The doors that do manage to be opened lead to places they shouldn't. Sometimes leading to completely different rooms, sometimes leading to the same room as the door is in, and some lead to... nothing, just an empty void.
Meanwhile, outside, the mansion looks just as peaceful as ever, as if nothing is going on.
Soon, the pain from pulling out the needle ends, and Fin starts feeling sleepy again, since removing the needle didn't remove the toxin from his veins, right when he prepares to throw the billiard ball. Fin still throws the ball, hitting Arin in the back of the head. The billiard ball bounces back and hits Fin on the head.
Fin fell back from the force of the blow, lying splayed out on the roof, while the billiard flew into the air and landed back in his satchel. *Groan* I think I'll just lie here for a bit... Fin hated it when that happened...
The dark, cloaked figure makes no effort to prevent this assault. Boris simply falls to the ground as though he’d been thrown against a concrete pillar. The figure does not react, they do not take counter measures, they do not show any sign of retaliation. They remain perfectly still, unperturbed, while the rapid succession of short, sharp sounds they emit continues to intensify.
Maras seems rather... annoyed by the lack of effect throwing Boris at the figure has, when something catches his attention. Maras looks up as the clouds fade away, revealing a night sky full of bright but foreign stars, stars never seen before in the night sky. Then, he spots the creature from earlier. It swoops down to ground level, and flies right over the group, targeting one of the cloaked figures, seemingly with the goal of catching the figure in it's mouth, which is big enough to swallow a man whole.
"Well, that creature seems to be on our side. You guys go inside, I've got business to take care of out here." Maras says, pointing at the front door leading to the foyer, while drawing a sword and approaching the nearest figure.
Jack, still dragging Boris, replies with a quick, "Got it," as he continues to drag Boris towards the entrance door. Releasing one of Boris's arms, he opens the door before dragging Boris fully into the mansion's foyer, ushering the others in.
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Fin jumped up just a little bit after the guy next to him did, dropping the Billiard he was pulling out in the process, though it bounced right back to his waiting hand. "Hey, wait up!" Fin ran after him and jumped to the next roof, rolling to break the impact, before rising to his feet again and hurrying after his new acquaintence. No way am I letting the first actual person I've met here to get away without answering more questions. Even if he is a mage...
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"I see. Well, that's good to hear." Jack shifts Boris slightly, aligning the space between his limbs with his field of vision to let him see a bit better as he continues to follow Maras.
Jack looks down at the figures Maras is referring to, thinking for a moment before answering, "I probably could, if I had a running start..." He focuses on them a bit more, trying to make out their figure better, though it is difficult to do so in the night. "There's something... familiar about them, though I'm not sure what." He shrugs- as much as he can while carrying Boris over his shoulders, anyways- and decides that perhaps it will come to him later.
Trixie does a sigh. "Now now, I have things to do...Please, don't call me a baby doll...I'm Great and Powerful." Trixie whispers to Sluggy. She keeps petting Buttons.
"What do you mean by that?" Trixie asks.
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
"HO-HO-HO!" Revel is delighted; "Not at all my, insignificant little worm, it's impressive to see someone in your position finding the will power to make such a futile rant." He gives Silas a long rub on the back while he pouts. "There There, now, let all that silly, silly sadness out. Crying, after all, is good for growth, so long as you find the will to carry on after."
"Heh-Heh, look at you again, still making an effort to be people! Well isn't that just adorable. But hey!" Santa is suddenly brandishing a Christmas cracker in one hand, holding one end and offering the other to Silas to hold. "Now let's just see if Santa can help little Silas with his trouble today, shall we? All you have to do is give a good tug on the other end of this cracker until it breaks. I know it sounds like a big effort for you right now, since that naughty little girl has gone and stolen your Will and all, but after what I've seen in the last couple of minutes, I'm sure you could pull it off! Now go on ahead, give Santa's cracker a good tug."
"You know me, Mila, I always turn up where the action is." Revel replies with a wink; "But honestly, how could any God resist with a face like yours around...?" He picks up a bowl of mashed potato and offers her a serving. "Extra butter, extra smooth, just the way you like it."
He's still holding the potatoes when the yelling starts up between Betty and Ariel, and he keeps that position until they quieten down again, at which point he raises an eyebrow swankily for Lyudmila.
"Well then, I'm glad somebodies having fun."
As it turns out, Chisille did indeed get an answer to her thoughtful question, and even more astonishingly, spoken in her own dragon tongue.
"You got it right, just like that. Revel, Revel, Revel, Rev. Such a clever dragon.... And to think they locked you up for all that time...."
Content that Bob has made it this far, his attention is distracted by Mara's suggesting. He looks at Jack. He looks at Boris. He looks at the dark figure near the mansion.
"Oh yeah..." he says cloyed; "this should be good."
Sluggy looks at the mansion and gives Trixie another lick on the neck. "Not too much farther now, my sweet."
"Well, if you can do that, why don't you? It'd help out greatly, you know? Besides, they're nothing but trouble, might as well get rid of them before they attack us or something."
Maras just shrugs, not very keen on responding it seems.
Lyudmila sighs. "Sounds to me like you're just here for me, as if you're either madly in love or very desperate. Besides, you know that she's gonna pester you if she sees you, you know?" Lyudmila says as she takes the mashed potatoes.
"Yea, there was noise coming from the attic a bit ago too. And that cowbell noise as well, this place is less silent than it used to be, though neither of those sounds sounded like the people involved were having quite as much fun as those two. I wonder if they know that none of these rooms are soundproof."
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
"Pester pester, that's what pests do." Revel replies. "One can't help their own nature. But we both know she loves me." He jests. Once Lyudmila was done dishing out the potatoes he places them back on the table for her. "And why put yourself down like that, my lady? The only thing I'm desperate for is a little bit of... fun with that special person, maybe? Given, sure, I'm not the fussy type, but you can hardly call that desperate." Thinking a moment while licking away a dab of potato that got stuck to his thumb, he then says; "To be perfectly honest, thin walls are my thing, why sleep when you can listen to the doings of the couple next door? But you know..." He says, looking like a light turned on in his head; "...I really should get myself a cow bell."
A cow bell appears on the table beside him.
"Would you like one too?"
"Right, yeah. When I start running, you all should probably follow close behind. Don't know how much of a window of time this'll give us to get past them." As they get closer to the mansion, Jack bends his knees before springing forward into a sprint, aiming towards the figure nearest the entryway. As he comes within range, he shoves Boris up and into the air, launching him far enough to land on top of the cloaked figure.
Chisille subconsciously nods at the confirmation that Revel gives her, though the talk about when she was locked up brings back bad memories. Thankfully with the spell of sorts she's under, she doesn't feel nearly as bad about them. 'Yeah, but back then I wasn't as clever... I can't really remember how I got captured either. I just know I didn't used to be held in a cage, some sort of dark hole instead, and then I was in a cage for most of my life. I really didn't like it in there after a while. Especially when I sometimes woke up sore.' She thinks as a reply.
While she was talking mentally with Revel, Chisille had soon finished off everything on her plate, lightly burping afterwards. She still wasn't satisfied, so she dragged another plate of food over to a closer spot and started munching on that too. The conversation between Revel and Lyudmila was somewhat intriguing for her, particularly the part where she didn't really know what they were talking about. They kept hinting at things that she didn't understand.
After a while of the others chatting, she decided to question them. "Lillid... What are you talking about? You say they're having fun? What do you mean?" she asked Lyudmila, then turned to Revel. "What fun you talking about? Why does Betty want cookies and love angels?"
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Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
Had Arin actually not paused to answer Fin before shooting his light bolt, he may have at the very gosh darn least got close to hitting the little furry fella. But since he did take the time to be polite about the situation, the bolt of light missed by a country mile, and the little fury fella had already pitter-patters his way far enough away not have its exact location disclosed when Arin lit up that area.
In fact, by time Arin jumped over to the other roof in chase of the little furry fella with Fin running after him, they can both then hear the pitter-patter of its tiny feet on the next roof over from there. Gosh O my, that furry little fella really must move a mile a minute! Or maybe that's not case at all because, just as they heard that pitter-patter on the other roof, they heard another set of tiny footsteps on the roof they just left, then another on the roof to their right and to their left, making it gosh darn clear that they have now been surrounded tiny furry men! Unfortunately, it's kinda hard to tell just how many of these little furry fella's there actually are, since Arin and Fin can only really catch small glimpses of them darting from shadow to shadow here and there. But one thing is downright certain, there's more than just a few!
Just then, as Arin and Fin realize they've been surround, Arin feels something stab him. When he looks down, he can make out what looks like a needle sticking out of his leg. One of the little fella's must have shot him from a distance. The part of the needle that's visible is a light color and about an inch in length, but judging by the pain Arin is feeling, the rest of the needle must be lodged in his flesh pretty deep. But just a word of warning there, buddy, if Arin tries to remove the needle, he will discover that it's covered in barbs, so pulling it out might be a little difficult to do. But he better do something fast because he is now starting to feel like he might faint at any moment from an obvious toxin that is filling his veins!
What makes matters a whole sight worse, is just as he see's what has happened to Arin, Fin gets shot by a needle as well, only his stabs him right in the butt! Doesn't take long for Fin to feel the toxin coursing though his veins as well.
Maybe the toxin will kill them both, or maybe it will just make them sleep, but its only gonna take a few second before they find themselves unconscious either way!
"Hot diggity damn!" Ezomond yells and turns himself from that rock and into a man again, and the orange heat of his body disappears in a flash! He then starts waging his finger at the dark figure like he was being a naughty boy. "Now just hold on one gosh darn minute there, Mr. Man! You ain't gonna get away with casting no hot stuff at me!" And just as Ezmond was saying them exact words, two darts of glowing blue ice came out from his own finger tips, shooting the dark guy in his chest and the dark opening of his hood! Each one of these two darts was powerful enough to flash freeze an elephant into a block of ice!
Ei’s behaviour makes no difference to Annie’s condition. Furthermore, while Ei circulates her finger in the air, the yellow compound enveloping Annie is gradually changing. Dark capillary lines are starting to take shape within the thin layer of the compound, branching out like fine, black roots over her arms, legs, face and torso.
What is however most curious, is that some of these capillaries are taking a different type of form above Annie navel. They are taking on the shape of four words, and soon their formation is clear enough for Ei to read:
The dark, cloaked figure makes no effort to prevent this assault. Boris simply falls to the ground as though he’d been thrown against a concrete pillar. The figure does not react, they do not take counter measures, they do not show any sign of retaliation. They remain perfectly still, unperturbed, while the rapid succession of short, sharp sounds they emit continues to intensify.
Maras’ group has been ignored.
Ezmond’s assault on the dark figure is somewhat successful, be it only momentarily. With both strikes of the dart, their person is instantaneously frozen, only to immediately resume its former state. At the close of Ezmond’s assault, the figure appears to shift its head, lilting it ever so slightly to one side… but that is all. It was at that moment that Ezmond somehow finds himself entrapped. Unable to move. He is enclosed within a rustic colored aura.
With said method of prevention set in place, the dark figure proceeds to join the other nine figures in their ongoing efforts; the rapid succession of short, sharp sounds begin once more to emit from their person.
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Silas, upon hearing Santa's first paragraph, breaks down into silent, mournful tears. They keep cascading down his face and into his unkempt beard. As Santa continues with his second paragraph, Silas wipes his tears away as he sees the cracker. "This sounds especially weird out of context. But hey, why not..." He weakly attempts to pull on the cracker.
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
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What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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"She's not a pest!" Lyudmila says, and sighs. "But yea, it's in her nature to behave like that. She's just a bit... peculiar, I'd say."
"And I'm not sure whether or not to be surprised about you being interested in listening in on other people's business. And I'll pass on the cowbell, thank you very much." Lyudmila says, as she fills a glass with wine and starts drinking.
Lyudmila spits out her drink as Chisille asks the question, which seemingly came out of the blue.
"Well... err..." Lyudmila tries to think of a good explanation. "Ask Revel, he's more of an expert than me on the subject I'd say."
As Ei sees what is happening, she starts to worry even more. Is the substance slowly killing her friend?
Then, however, Ei notices something, above Annie's navel, text seems to be forming. Ei waits until it becomes readable.
"Dont... let... them... come..." Ei repeats the words she reads, becoming silent after she finishes. Then, she starts giggling, her laughter echoing throughout the mansion, seemingly coming from all directions at once, as Ei's red eyes are slowly replaced by a starry void.
"Don't worry, Annie. I'll protect you at all costs."
Maras seems rather... annoyed by the lack of effect throwing Boris at the figure has, when something catches his attention. Maras looks up as the clouds fade away, revealing a night sky full of bright but foreign stars, stars never seen before in the night sky. Then, he spots the creature from earlier. It swoops down to ground level, and flies right over the group, targeting one of the cloaked figures, seemingly with the goal of catching the figure in it's mouth, which is big enough to swallow a man whole.
"Well, that creature seems to be on our side. You guys go inside, I've got business to take care of out here." Maras says, pointing at the front door leading to the foyer, while drawing a sword and approaching the nearest figure.
So... Woozy... fin starts swaying from side to side as the Toxin in the needle starts to take effect, the sharp pain of it emanating from his posterier. Okay... Think, think, a dart is stuck in my butt and has poison on it. What do I do? Pull it out. Simple....
Fin gritted his teeth and reached for his backside, counting down to pulling it out. "3... 2... 1- YAOWW!!!!" All the wooziness from before was replaced by sharp pain, chasing away any feeling of sleep he might have had. In his hand was a slightly red, barbed needle. Angrily pulling out one of his Billiards, he threw it in the direction of where he thought one of the small creatures were.
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Boris has taken quite a blow and crashes to the ground. He continues snoring.
Lack of will doesn't exactly have Silas put a great deal of effort in, feels more like a pesky baby fish nibbling at a fisherman's line after waiting half a day to get a real bite. Santa sighs and slumps a little, but shaking his head he gives Silas a little blow in the ear, causing Silas's strength and will to kick in just long enough for him give Santa's cracker a good tug.
The cracker pops with the best timing. Just as it does so, Ei's giggles can be heard echoing throughout the house, almost as if it was made just for that accomplishment.
"Oh, my goodness!" Santa congratulates him, "I'm feeling so impressed right now! Really!"
When Silas sees he has broken off the larger section of the cracker, he looks inside the opening to see what prize awaits him.
It's empty.
"Oh well...." Santa shrugs and pushes Silas abruptly off his lap; "You were never really a good boy anyway."
When Silas lands on the floor again, he looks up to see that the chair is empty. Santa is gone. But Silas can hear the fat mans jolly chuckles fading away into the distance.
Naturally, Revel was only playing with Silas. Once he manages to pick himself up off the floor, he will feel his will kick in again. Mmmm... and maybe with a bit more oomph than he had before. Okay, a lot more.
While Chisille is recalling her experience's of being a captive, Revel has a sincere glint of sorrow in his eyes while at the same time, some many, many miles away, the ones who held Chisille captive are starting to suffer what will be a very long and miserable death.
'Hey now," Revel responds to Lyudmila spitting out her wine; "If you wanted better quality you should have just asked."
While Ei's childlike laughter echo's through the house, he hold's out another bottle of red for Lyudmila. The label reads:
'Revel's Undignified Yell,
Makes all your sweet dreams come true
Aged 500,001 years'
Of course, he was well aware of the real reason why Lyudmila had spit out her wine, but he just couldn't help but amuse himself.
"You see, chisille..." He begins to answer, placing his elbows on both sides of his plate and resting his chin thoughtfully on his hands. "I can't really blame Betty for either those things. I mean, when you really give the matter some good wholesome thought, who wouldn't want a cookie? You should try some for yourself."
A bucked of Oreo's appear on the table next to Chisille.
"As for loving Angels, well, from what I've recently learnt, they tend to taste a lot like Oreo's. So, I suppose the real question here is: What's not to like about an angel that tastes a great deal like a cookie?"
Silas listens until Santa's laughter dies away. Then he simply puts his face in his own hands and lets the tears come, weeping away, relishing in his own lonliness.
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Chisille moves away slightly as Lyudmila does that. Not because she was scared or anything, but because she didn't want to get droplets of wine all over her snout. She looked to Revel for the answers to her question, ignoring the giggles from upstairs for now. Ei wasn't coming to get her, so she wasn't going to bother caring.
The wizard who had once imprisoned Chisille casually sipped at a flask of magic fluid, preparing himself for what was expected to be some flimsy mob of farmers who had gathered up the idea that he should go. They were all just scared of what he could do, not that he did much to actually cause any panic with them.
Without even looking at the table, he grabbed another flask as he stared out the window, waiting for the time when the torches got closer to his establishment. Expecting it to be a vial of energy potion, he took a swig of it for the long night. However he didn't notice the taste was different until after he had drunk it. Reading the label, his eyes went wide as he had ingested something he knew he shouldn't have.
The new concoction mixed itself with what he had already drunk causing a reaction between them. He fell to the floor in pain, slowly feeling his strength drain away from his body.
Potion overdose. Ironic, huh?
Chisille slowly nodded as Revel answered her questions, looking towards the bucket of small chocolatey oreos. 'I guess Betty just really likes cookies. Hmm. I suppose... if she likes them that much I should try one...?' she thought to herself and sniffed at the oreos. They smelt sweet. She wasn't really a big fan on sugar, but she wanted to at least try one. She gently took one of the cookies out of the bucket, and with a few loud crunches the entire thing was gone down her throat.
"Was, good... I guess. Maybe I have some more." she commented before looking over to Revel once more. "What's not to like about angel who taste like cookie? Uhhh... can't think of anything. Don't know." she replied, quickly taking another oreo into her mouth and downing that as well. By this point, Chisille looked decently larger around the mid section after having eaten 2 plates of food and whatever else. She certainly could shove food in when she needed to.
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Soon, the pain from pulling out the needle ends, and Fin starts feeling sleepy again, since removing the needle didn't remove the toxin from his veins, right when he prepares to throw the billiard ball. Fin still throws the ball, hitting Arin in the back of the head. The billiard ball bounces back and hits Fin on the head.
Lyudmila sighs, and takes a look at the label.
"Just 500,001 years, Revel? I expected at least 500,002 years from someone like you." Lyudmila says, chuckling. "In any case, thanks."
Lyudmila takes the bottle, pours herself another glass, and grabs one of the cookies. After all, cookies are cookies, and cookies are good, no matter who you are.
As Ei's giggling dies down, the interior of the mansion starts getting twisted. Hallways seemingly extend for impossible lengths compared to the size of the building, making several aileron rolls along the way while the furniture and everything else inside seemingly defies gravity, sticking to the floors and walls without falling. The walls of every room start pulsing as if the rooms were beating hearts, and cracks appear in walls, through which hundreds of unblinking eyes peek into the room for a few moments to stare at things inside (they seem especially keen on staring at creatures) before closing again, this progress repeating continuously, cracks opening, eyes peeking, cracks closing. And throughout the building, the sound of creaking floorboards can be heard, as if something is wandering through the halls searching for something. Meanwhile, all the doors and windows slam shut, sometimes locking shut while others just become difficult to open. The doors that do manage to be opened lead to places they shouldn't. Sometimes leading to completely different rooms, sometimes leading to the same room as the door is in, and some lead to... nothing, just an empty void.
Meanwhile, outside, the mansion looks just as peaceful as ever, as if nothing is going on.
Fin fell back from the force of the blow, lying splayed out on the roof, while the billiard flew into the air and landed back in his satchel. *Groan* I think I'll just lie here for a bit... Fin hated it when that happened...
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As the attack fails, Jack, with a mixed sense of caution and urgency, grabs Boris's arms and quickly begins dragging him towards the mansion.
Jack, still dragging Boris, replies with a quick, "Got it," as he continues to drag Boris towards the entrance door. Releasing one of Boris's arms, he opens the door before dragging Boris fully into the mansion's foyer, ushering the others in.