The figure again chuckles.
"My name doesn't matter to you. As for what you would have to do..."
The figur bends over forward to loom over Fin, staring down at him while the hood obscures his face, if he has one that is, even at this angle.
"Having you do a single task is way too good of a deal to justify. Instead, I seek someone who I can call on at any given time if I need them to do something for me. You see, if I were to act directly upon the world, I would draw too much attention to myself. Someone like you however, would not."
"So, to recap, I do not have a single task I want you to do, instead I will have several. If you agree, you are to obey my orders, or face the consequences. Outside of that, I'll leave you alone so you can go about your new life in peace."
"Do we have a deal, or would you rather spend your time here?"
As the figure finishes it's sentence, the scenery changes again. The clouds turn black while the sky turns red. The endless ocean turns into a sea of flames, with Fin and the figure standing in a clearing while the fire slowly creeps closer and closer inwards.
Fin's breath, if this could even be called breathing when he was dead, caught in his throat as he stared out at the fire and flames around him, the darkened sky above him, all the suffering that would lay ahead if he didn't comply. However...
Fin ran through the jungle, racing away from the group of soldiers behind him. What he had seen in that jungle... They would kill him to keep that secret. A secret that would make them lose all semblance of humanity. Fin ducked into a small cluster of trees, holding his breath as the men ran past, their red coats flashing against the green vegetation all around, completely missing his hiding spot. Taking back his breath, he ran in the opposite direction they went, back to where they had come from. What he had seen there... He couldn't allow it. As he neared the compound they had taken residence in, he heard the cracks of whips, the cry's of men for mercy, and the cruel rebukes of their torturers. Through a gap in one of the logs they had built their fort out of, he could see more of the soldiers standing around holding whips as they forced others into labor: Those that had come into their disfavor, men that had done crimes no worse than being a foreigner, and worse still, children that he was sure no one would have remembered. He ran over to a bush next to the entrance-way to the compound, watching through it as the slaves, for that was the only title that fit was he was seeing, dug into the ground, mining for something. He pulled a nearby stick out of the ground, thanking the stars that Selene had blessed him with this gift on their last meeting. He took aim, and threw it through the opening at the soldier who looked like the head slaver, the stick twirling until it hit his head, bouncing off the walls and hitting a few more of the soldiers, completely missing the slaves who were forced to bend down in their work, before heading back through directly at him. He would have caught, had he practiced with the power more, but alas, his hand missed by a few inches, and it whacked him in his stomach region, eliciting a loud "OW' and making him lose his breath. Looking back up, he saw most of the men on the ground groaning, while about 4 or 5 were still standing, looking warily about as if another might come at any moment. One slave, seeing all that had happened, and how they now had a greater advantage of numbers, came up behind one and hit him in his back with the crudely shaped tool he had been given, effectively breaking his spine. His chains pulled the others he was linked to with him, and they all started beating the soldiers with their tools, knocking them down, bruising them until they were all unconscious and one had the bright idea to take the keys. And where was Fin in all this? He was running back through the jungle to the beach where his small ship layed hidden in a cave. He had done good this day. And he wouldn't allow this evil to be done with his knowledge again if he could help it.
"In return for life, you would kill my freedom? You would have me be a slave, at your eternal beck and call?" Fin started to shake in anger. "No amount of torture would make me take that offer! If death has come, then so be it. I will not be made a slave!"
Fin's breath, if this could even be called breathing when he was dead, caught in his throat as he stared out at the fire and flames around him, the darkened sky above him, all the suffering that would lay ahead if he didn't comply. However...
Fin ran through the jungle, racing away from the group of soldiers behind him. What he had seen in that jungle... They would kill him to keep that secret. A secret that would make them lose all semblance of humanity. Fin ducked into a small cluster of trees, holding his breath as the men ran past, their red coats flashing against the green vegetation all around, completely missing his hiding spot. Taking back his breath, he ran in the opposite direction they went, back to where they had come from. What he had seen there... He couldn't allow it. As he neared the compound they had taken residence in, he heard the cracks of whips, the cry's of men for mercy, and the cruel rebukes of their torturers. Through a gap in one of the logs they had built their fort out of, he could see more of the soldiers standing around holding whips as they forced others into labor: Those that had come into their disfavor, men that had done crimes no worse than being a foreigner, and worse still, children that he was sure no one would have remembered. He ran over to a bush next to the entrance-way to the compound, watching through it as the slaves, for that was the only title that fit was he was seeing, dug into the ground, mining for something. He pulled a nearby stick out of the ground, thanking the stars that Selene had blessed him with this gift on their last meeting. He took aim, and threw it through the opening at the soldier who looked like the head slaver, the stick twirling until it hit his head, bouncing off the walls and hitting a few more of the soldiers, completely missing the slaves who were forced to bend down in their work, before heading back through directly at him. He would have caught, had he practiced with the power more, but alas, his hand missed by a few inches, and it whacked him in his stomach region, eliciting a loud "OW' and making him lose his breath. Looking back up, he saw most of the men on the ground groaning, while about 4 or 5 were still standing, looking warily about as if another might come at any moment. One slave, seeing all that had happened, and how they now had a greater advantage of numbers, came up behind one and hit him in his back with the crudely shaped tool he had been given, effectively breaking his spine. His chains pulled the others he was linked to with him, and they all started beating the soldiers with their tools, knocking them down, bruising them until they were all unconscious and one had the bright idea to take the keys. And where was Fin in all this? He was running back through the jungle to the beach where his small ship layed hidden in a cave. He had done good this day. And he wouldn't allow this evil to be done with his knowledge again if he could help it.
"In return for life, you would kill my freedom? You would have me be a slave, at your eternal beck and call?" Fin started to shake in anger. "No amount of torture would make me take that offer! If death has come, then so be it. I will not be made a slave!"
The figure laughs at Fin's response, and the flames die out.
"You will not let yourself be intimidated it seems. I like that. Most mortals would fall on their knees and beg for mercy at the premise of eternal damnation, but not you."
"Tell you what, I have an alternative offer for you, perhaps this one will appeal to you more."
"In the town where you perished, there is a person who also received an offer from me a long time ago, she has yet to accept however. Perhaps you'd be willing to talk to her for me? Don't worry, you don't need to try and convince her to take the offer, all I want is to know her current stance on the offer I made her. That's all you have to do to regain your life. Still interested?"
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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Renard's eyes shine with a determined glimmer for the first time. With all that had happened and finally remembering who he was, now he was finally out of that horrid state of mind. He knew what to do, and he had a plan-- but first, he had to escape the mansion and lay the person in his hands to rest. This was easily done, but before he could do that, he first had to find his companions: Ariel, and Maras. He did have a feeling Maras could be in the mansion; he always was attracted to trouble, and this place was definitely the holy grail of trouble.
And he had to get his original body back too-- sure, it wasn't much of a priority, and there really wasn't much of a problem with Faux's form, but the height difference and squeaky voice meant people were going to treat him like a child, not taking him seriously. It was all so strange; what really was the point of Faux taking the liberty of changing appearances to his dead self? Was there any significance of his trademark golden coat? And how did Renard's weapons even disappear with his body? Where was his body and weapons all stored? There were many unanswered questions. They were both still the same person, and but Faux was still somehow hiding something from him.
Even now, looking at Faux was strange-- he did look like him slightly, but sometimes he found it hard to grasp that Faux's form was really just Renard from around 8 years ago. He only knew of his own past not from his memories but from Faux's tales, so details like his personal growth had been left unknown because of the memory gap. It still felt like he was a different person.
Renard shakes his head and continues through to the kitchen before him, Fin still in his arms. Everything he thought about would wait for now; he had more important things to do.
Renard enters the kitchen with Fin in arms. He sees Ariel before him, yet the angel’s appearance has drastically changed. Dark, demonic wings are spread wide from his back. His eyes are bloodshot and crazed, his mouth lined with many rows of serrated teeth, his skin is burnt red, parched and cracked, yet his entire person shimmers like that of a mirage, while in his hand is a black sword that appears to bend and contort as though it were liquid.
That was easy. He had already found him, less than a minute after he decided to go look for him. Convenient. Renard narrows his eyes at the unsettling sight, trying to make sense of what was going on with Ariel's appearance. He sure had gotten a makeover-- and a dark one, too. Maybe this was what angels really looked like? Never could really leave the depictions of them up to artists. Nonetheless, Renard approaches him-- violent-looking or not, it was still the same person.
"Ariel... what've you been doing this entire time? Fooling around?" he remarks, forgetting entirely about the weight of Fin on his arms.
When Ariel sees Renard enter the kitchen, he was taken by two instant emotions. The first one being of gladness that Renard wasn't the beast he was expecting to appear from the looming nature of what he was feeling. The second was being completely and utterly horrified by seeing Betty dead in his arms. At first he figured Renard would have a reasonable explanation to this, but when he heard Renard claim responsibility for killing her due to jealousy, Ariel just... lost it....
- Ariel hadn't had a lot of practice keeping his new human array of emotions under control, since he had only been in human form for a day, and because of this the emotional horror didn't for a moment allow him to stop and consider that Renard's knowledge of the affair between Ariel and Betty didn't make any sense. After all, it was only a little while ago that Ariel saw Renard in the hallway fighting Chisille. Not to mention the oddity of knowing that there could have barely been enough time for Betty to finish fighting her dad and then manage to meet up with Renard, tell him about what happened, and subsequently get murdered by him -
Logic seemed to be damned by a flooding of despair and rage in the moment he heard Renard speak those casual words; 'I had to, Ariel, she was meant to be mine. But don’t worry… you’ll be joining her soon'. In that moment of overwhelming emotion, Ariel wanted nothing but to have him pay for what he had done, and raising his sword with intent to kill, he screamed out some unmentionable cussing and charged at Renard.
Renard's first thoughts are about how Ariel nonchalantly throws out swears and other sorts of incomprehensible dialogue as if he weren't a Christian, though whatever he is saying all seems to blend together messily-- and then his mind quickly drifts to less sillier matters like Ariel attacking him. With almost no time to react, Renard closes his eyes tightly, bracing for impact. It is only after a loud 'CLANG!' sound is heard that Renard opens his eyes again, to the strange sight of his floating blade locking together with Ariel's. He had inadvertently moved the 'Truth' to save himself. But this particular feature of the sword obviously wasn't intended for combat; the blade begins to falter, only about 2 seconds before it had started locking.
Renard quickly drops Fin, who falls to the ground with a thud. Intentionally not taking the opportunity to go for a groin-attack or anything else for his friend's sake, he instead grabs his sword in defence, continuing to lock swords in a tie with Ariel.
"What in the... you've lost your mind now, haven't you?! It's me, Renard!"
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.
Betty thinks poor little Chissy died for a second, but then when she hears her all kinda breathing like a someone just sleeping, she feel an enormous amount of relief. So she keeps on rocking her gently in her lap and humming soft lullabies and other calming tunes that might help her stay asleep. Maybe lil bub would be fortunate enough to have nice dreams or something like that.
But gosh dammit! When Betty notices the dark freakazoid misty man standing there and pointing at her poor little dragon friend, she is filled completely with rage, so much so that she feels like she’s gonna explode! But not wanting to disturb Chissy, she doesn’t get up to face the presence or anything like that. She just lifts one arm and points back at the freak while she whispers really quiet like, being really careful not to wake up Chissy, and say’n;
“Ohhhh…. No… You… Don’t…!”
Now, it must have been all the excitement of what happened over the last hour or so, combined with that anger so big she ain’t never felt anything like it before, that caused all the suppressed power inside Betty to wake up and smell the coffee! Because right there and then, while pointing at that freakazoid fella, a long line of something, kinda like a burning hot length of barbed wire from back on the farm, shot out from Betty’s finger. That baking hot line of barbed wires then spun faster than you can shake a stick as it wrapped itself around that freakazoind and tightened its grip, causing the freak to burst into flames and disappear in a puff of smoke! Luckily enough, the whole thing happened really quiet like as well, so lil Chissy didn’t get woken up.
“So, how do like them apples?!” Betty whispered.
After that, Betty kept rocking her lil baby dragon in her arms while humming sweet melodies to help her keep sleeping.
Chisille was certainly acting like a big baby the way she had fallen unconscious like that. Truth be told, she would've stayed awake for longer and pushed on had she not seen a friendly face come to her aid. While she slept, she tucked her legs in properly and could barely be heard snoring, even with the distraction happening right in front of them. The soft tunes and gentle movements definitely helped her stay asleep even though she didn't know about it. In fact, she doesn't even remember a time when she was comforted to sleep.
While Betty's soft humming was working, there was still the matter of the quiet dripping noises coming from near the end of the grey dragon. It was only every so often, but there was a small pool of red gathering on the floor under her tail. The wound was probably going to close up sooner or later, but it was nonetheless unsettling to see.
For the third time in a row Chisille finds herself running through a twisted forest. However now without Revel's fearless spell on her she feels the need to keep running, at least until she starts to recognize the place once more and slow down. "What... what is going on?" she asked the mist surrounding her, but go no answer. "Why do you keep doing this?? Why are you doing this to me?!" she shouted, fear flowing through her voice as she desperately searched for the image of herself that was undoubtedly coming.
The trees began to whisper. A great choir of them all telling her secrets that she didn't know, or didn't want to know. Chisille didn't understand what they were doing, and so put her paws over her ears to try and drown out the noise. It was no use though, as the whispers continued to flow into her mind. "Stop... stop it stop... why are you telling me this...?" she wailed.
"Because you are lying to yourself." came a great growl from within the mist. A spot of red shone through, breaking apart the grey until there the larger, red and more sinister version of herself appeared. Chisille gasped at the sight, even though she'd seen it before. "What do you mean? I'm not lying to myself." she replied. This caused the large Chisille to suddenly charge forward, angry. Chisille turned around and started to run again, but the chase lasted mere seconds before she was caught. Instead of a slash of pain, she was suddenly forced down to the ground by the stronger dragon. She was pinned under the might of her angry self.
"Don't you DARE keep lying to me! You know exactly what I talk about and you continue to hide it! You felt something. Something that was satisfying! Something that you enjoyed. But no, you try to hide it away or make excuses, saying that it was not your fault!" Her adult form shouted down to the quivering dragoness. "You know better then that, this had nothing to do with what you were made to do. This was about what YOU wanted to do! This is about what I want to do! I don't want to be locked in here, forgotten when I should be free! You know I was dragged down in here, never to surface again because of what happened! You will NOT deny me of my awakening that we both know I deserve!"
And upon that, the larger Chisille raised her other claw and started shredding at Chisille's scales, causing her to yelp at every cut and bleed all over. She was suddenly released from the ground, but upon looking up she could see that it wasn't because of anything good. Red streams were flowing from all the cuts she had received, being drawn into a similar orb from the previous two times. However it didn't just stop at a small ball. This one kept stealing from her, growing bigger and bigger while Chisille got weaker and weaker until there was nothing left to give.
She couldn't even get up after that. All she could do was lie there with her large form staring down at her, slowly approaching. She could feel the low growl that was constantly going as the large Chisille got closer, right up until her mouth was next to her ear. "You know exactly what to do." The large Chisille whispered before turning around and walking back into the mist, leaving the small dragoness to lie there until her dream was over...
The figure laughs at Fin's response, and the flames die out.
"You will not let yourself be intimidated it seems. I like that. Most mortals would fall on their knees and beg for mercy at the premise of eternal damnation, but not you."
"Tell you what, I have an alternative offer for you, perhaps this one will appeal to you more."
"In the town where you perished, there is a person who also received an offer from me a long time ago, she has yet to accept however. Perhaps you'd be willing to talk to her for me? Don't worry, you don't need to try and convince her to take the offer, all I want is to know her current stance on the offer I made her. That's all you have to do to regain your life. Still interested?"
Fin paused for a moment as the flames receeded from around them. This.... This is much more reasonable. "All I have to do is ask them how they feel about your offer, correct?" That... That he could do. While Fin may not have been willing to sell his soul to regain his life, he could do this man/demon/being a favor instead.
"Tell me, who is this lady which you wish me to ask? And how will she know that my question is about your offer?"
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.
Boris is a little winded by the impact to the wall on the other side of the room. He sits on the floor catching his breath for a moment before pushing to his feet. He was also a little confused, which is expected with Boris, really, but this time the reason was clear enough; Jack seemed different. He seemed mean in a mocking way, and that wasn't like Jack at all, and he also seemed a lot stronger than he was before. Even for Boris' naive and simple mind, something about the situation just didn't add up.
As Boris started to cautiously circle about the room, which now had less light than before, towards his the dark silhouette of his subject, he was very much desperately wishing that he could see Jack better. After all, It was going to be even harder to fight him if he couldn't see properly. That was when another strange thing happened, adding to the many things that were confusing Boris lately: Form no particular source whatsoever, the bedroom lit up. Not a lot, but there was now enough light spread evenly around the room for Jack to be seen properly.
Boris paused mid-step, wondering where the light had come from, and as he did, he heard a familiar voice. It was the magic man, Revel, but Revel's voice wasn't spoken from somewhere in the room, it was coming from inside Boris' head.
"That was you, my boy, the light is yours. Now show this fake Jack what you're made of, be the man I know you can be. All you need to do is believe...."
Boris finished his step, but felt even more confused as he looked at Jack. Apparently the magic man, Revel, thought this Jack was fake, which Boris, in some way too, had considered as well. But what did Revel mean by the other stuff he said? The light is yours? All you need to do is believe? Be the man I know you can be...? It must have been that Revel was trying to tell Boris something important. Trying hard to figure out what all these things meant, Boris held his position with Revel Yell at the ready, allowing the fake Jack to make his advance while he thought things through.
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.
When Buttons heard the sound, he instantly knew who it was, since he had heard the familiar sound of Bobs senseless staggering all too many times before.
"Well, that'd be just about right, just when I thought things couldn't get any better..." Buttons sneered and sarcastically grumbled, as turned around to look, but seeing Bob lifting his foot to deliberately stomp him was something Button's didn't expect in the least.
Taking off fast, paws skidding on the floor like a cartoon, before bolting out of the way just in time for Bob's foot the come down on the already singed tip of his tail, Buttons screeched in pain. When he reached the other side of the room he spun around again, arching his back and hissing. After his involuntary cat-like response, he started yelling at bob;
"What are you doing, you dumb bum?! Get a grip on yourself, hammer head! What sort of spell did that girl put on you anyway? It's me! The kitten that holds your only chance of ever getting your stupid dumb bum soul back!! Now, cut that out!!"
Back down in the library, Ezmond introduces himself to the strange guy trying to walk through the wall, but not getting any response he walks on over and taps the weirdo on the shoulder.
“Well, excuse me, young man, but I don’t really see the point of what you might be doing there. By the way, your long johns are all burnt and your bum crack is showing. Really might wanna find some new clothes if you don’t mind my humble opinion at all.”
Bob doesn't respond, continuing to try and walk through the wall for a few more seconds before finally he reacts, but maybe just by sheer chance as he pivots about, teeters on the spot for a few seconds as his dazed stare seems to look right through Ezmond. After regaining his balance, kind of, Bob continues his journey, his first step landing his face in Ezmond's chest. Once again, just like the wall, Bob's feet continued to flick about awkwardly as if he was trying to walk right through the man.
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Ei smiles and nods at Annie's suggestion. "Yes, let's go." she says, while clenching her fist. As she does so, a wave of energy erupts from where she is standing, rippling through the building as it's distorted state reverts back to how it used to be, followed by an eerie silence as all sources of light grow dim.
"I do hope you don't mind the darkness, but I quite like it being dark."
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.
It takes a second for Lyudmila to realise what is going on, but she doesn't waste a second to roll out of the way of the swing, and under the table.
"How much have you been drinking, Revel? If I have to set your face on fire to get you to sober up I will!"
"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.
Maras opens the door, and sees something he didn't expect. Of all the things that could possibly be on the other side of the door that used to lead the main hallway, it's the hallway. Even though the hallway is a lot darker than it used to be thanks to what happened to the lights, Maras apparently doesn't struggle to see in the darkness, opening the door across the hallway to find the sitting room.
"It seems that the mansion is back to normal, which would mean that Lady Ei is done with what she was doing upstairs. I think she'll be downstairs soon."
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.
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.
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.
That was easy. He had already found him, less than a minute after he decided to go look for him. Convenient. Renard narrows his eyes at the unsettling sight, trying to make sense of what was going on with Ariel's appearance. He sure had gotten a makeover-- and a dark one, too. Maybe this was what angels really looked like? Never could really leave the depictions of them up to artists. Nonetheless, Renard approaches him-- violent-looking or not, it was still the same person.
"Ariel... what've you been doing this entire time? Fooling around?" he remarks, forgetting entirely about the weight of Fin on his arms.
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?"
Renard's first thoughts are about how Ariel nonchalantly throws out swears and other sorts of incomprehensible dialogue as if he weren't a Christian, though whatever he is saying all seems to blend together messily-- and then his mind quickly drifts to less sillier matters like Ariel attacking him. With almost no time to react, Renard closes his eyes tightly, bracing for impact. It is only after a loud 'CLANG!' sound is heard that Renard opens his eyes again, to the strange sight of his floating blade locking together with Ariel's. He had inadvertently moved the 'Truth' to save himself. But this particular feature of the sword obviously wasn't intended for combat; the blade begins to falter, only about 2 seconds before it had started locking.
Renard quickly drops Fin, who falls to the ground with a thud. Intentionally not taking the opportunity to go for a groin-attack or anything else for his friend's sake, he instead grabs his sword in defence, continuing to lock swords in a tie with Ariel.
"What in the... you've lost your mind now, haven't you?! It's me, Renard!"
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!"
When Buttons heard the sound, he instantly knew who it was, since he had heard the familiar sound of Bobs senseless staggering all too many times before.
"Well, that'd be just about right, just when I thought things couldn't get any better..." Buttons sneered and sarcastically grumbled, as turned around to look, but seeing Bob lifting his foot to deliberately stomp him was something Button's didn't expect in the least.
Taking off fast, paws skidding on the floor like a cartoon, before bolting out of the way just in time for Bob's foot the come down on the already singed tip of his tail, Buttons screeched in pain. When he reached the other side of the room he spun around again, arching his back and hissing. After his involuntary cat-like response, he started yelling at bob;
"What are you doing, you dumb bum?! Get a grip on yourself, hammer head! What sort of spell did that girl put on you anyway? It's me! The kitten that holds your only chance of ever getting your stupid dumb bum soul back!! Now, cut that out!!"
Bob doesn't seem to mind the yelling. Keeping his dazed condition, he simply alters course, each floundered step increasing speed toward Buttons.
Boris is a little winded by the impact to the wall on the other side of the room. He sits on the floor catching his breath for a moment before pushing to his feet. He was also a little confused, which is expected with Boris, really, but this time the reason was clear enough; Jack seemed different. He seemed mean in a mocking way, and that wasn't like Jack at all, and he also seemed a lot stronger than he was before. Even for Boris' naive and simple mind, something about the situation just didn't add up.
As Boris started to cautiously circle about the room, which now had less light than before, towards his the dark silhouette of his subject, he was very much desperately wishing that he could see Jack better. After all, It was going to be even harder to fight him if he couldn't see properly. That was when another strange thing happened, adding to the many things that were confusing Boris lately: Form no particular source whatsoever, the bedroom lit up. Not a lot, but there was now enough light spread evenly around the room for Jack to be seen properly.
Boris paused mid-step, wondering where the light had come from, and as he did, he heard a familiar voice. It was the magic man, Revel, but Revel's voice wasn't spoken from somewhere in the room, it was coming from inside Boris' head.
"That was you, my boy, the light is yours. Now show this fake Jack what you're made of, be the man I know you can be. All you need to do is believe...."
Boris finished his step, but felt even more confused as he looked at Jack. Apparently the magic man, Revel, thought this Jack was fake, which Boris, in some way too, had considered as well. But what did Revel mean by the other stuff he said? The light is yours? All you need to do is believe? Be the man I know you can be...? It must have been that Revel was trying to tell Boris something important. Trying hard to figure out what all these things meant, Boris held his position with Revel Yell at the ready, allowing the fake Jack to make his advance while he thought things through.
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.
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.
Trixie fires more aimed at his legs and keeps moving around, and picks up another chair and hurls it straight at him aswell as other objects laying around.
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Sluggy, still on Trixie's shoulder, was screaming in terror as Orson started his attack, which would have sounded more like a small high pitched squeal because Sluggy's small size.
"Don't let him harm your perfect body, my sweet! Throw another chair! Use another fireball! Kick him in the balls! Knock the dagger out of his hand! Trixie, don't let him cut me in half - my life is already pathetic enough!!"
Trixie fires more aimed at his legs and keeps moving around, and picks up another chair and hurls it straight at him aswell as other objects laying around.
"Forget the fireballs!" Sluggy bounces up and down in frustration on Trixie's shoulder. "They obviously aren't doing any good, you think shooting at his legs is gonna make all the difference? - Or are you going for the burn-down-the-house-instead approach? And aim for the dagger when you're throwing that stuff! Knock it out of his hand! Run out the door! Escape! Do something before it's too late for the both of us! WE'RE BOTH TOO YOUNG TO DIE TODAY!"
After a lot of yelling and assessing the situation a little more, Sluggy gives up and stops his frantic jumping about with a long sigh....
"That's it..." He says, turning from Trixie with disappointed in his voice; "...I'm dumping this dame."
Using his body as a spring, Sluggy launches himself off Trixie's shoulder then flattens is body to act as a sail as he glides gracefully through the air. On the other side of the room he lands gently, attaching himself to the wall, and starts groping his way towards the door.
"Later, hot stuff! Send me a letter or something!"
"Forget the fireballs!" Sluggy bounces up and down in frustration on Trixie's shoulder. "They obviously aren't doing any good, you think shooting at his legs is gonna make all the difference? - Or are you going for the burn-down-the-house-instead approach? And aim for the dagger when you're throwing that stuff! Knock it out of his hand! Run out the door! Escape! Do something before it's too late for the both of us! WE'RE BOTH TOO YOUNG TO DIE TODAY!"
After a lot of yelling and assessing the situation a little more, Sluggy gives up and stops his frantic jumping about with a long sigh....
"That's it..." He says, turning from Trixie with disappointed in his voice; "...I'm dumping this dame."
Using his body as a spring, Sluggy launches himself off Trixie's shoulder then flattens is body to act as a sail as he glides gracefully through the air. On the other side of the room he lands gently, attaching himself to the wall, and starts groping his way towards the door.
"Later, hot stuff! Send me a letter or something!"
Trixie quickly runs out of the room and down the hall, taking random directions to confuse the figure that was fighting her.
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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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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
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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.
As 'Boris' thrusts Revel Yell towards Jack, he swings his shield against it, sparks flying from its surface as the strong dragonbone tip grinds against the steel of his kite shield, pushing the attack to the side; in the moment, time almost seems to slow for Jack as he considers several factors in deciding what move to take next. Boris's movements were far more quick and agile than he had witnessed during the fight; even when boosted by Revel Yell, Boris hadn't moved with the precision and apparent skill that he was now, and it seemed highly unlikely to Jack that he had simply been hiding it. His quietness outside of his "introduction" was also an oddity; Boris hadn't given the impression of someone who would remain quiet in a fight, especially when he had been spoken to.
And then there was the matter of Boris being there in the first place. Why return after leaving- and disappearing- a few minutes ago? Even if he had intended to return, with the layout of the mansion Jack doubted Boris would be able to find his way back to him, short of a stroke of dumb luck. And what he had said itself didn't seem to add up with the previous events of the day, when Boris had put as much effort as he did in protecting Jack- whether he needed the protection or not.
It was then that Jack saw the look in Boris's eyes. Cold, empty; not at all like the Boris he knew. Nothing about this Boris was like the one he knew. It was then he decided what had to be done. The trip of Revel Yell disconnecting from Jack's shield as time began to return to normal, his decisions made, he quickly shouted, "Boris, if that's really you, I'm sorry!" before stepping inwards and thrusting Magebuster into Boris's gut.
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
Colored text indicates in-character statements/actions. Because Forum Games has basically just been a big open RP for a long time now and it's the only place I ever post anymore, when I post at all.
Gwendolyn stares at the mansion, her eyes glinting balefully in the dull light of the night sky. She can feel it, shining on her like a sun, bathing her in invisible light that crawls beneath her skin and claws at the insides of her veins. Her gloves are forgotten, draped on a nearby branch. Her hands itch.
I should run, she thinks, absently. A trickle of blood tickles her lip as another wave of energy washes over the building. The pigeon sits in the crook of her arm, staring glassily at nothing at all.
She smiles, reveling in the silent stillness of a bird caught in the cat's teeth. It is a silence born of a place beyond fear.
Fin paused for a moment as the flames receeded from around them. This.... This is much more reasonable. "All I have to do is ask them how they feel about your offer, correct?" That... That he could do. While Fin may not have been willing to sell his soul to regain his life, he could do this man/demon/being a favor instead.
"Tell me, who is this lady which you wish me to ask? And how will she know that my question is about your offer?"
"That is correct. Do that, and you'll be free to live your life again."
"As for her name, I do not know by which name she goes nowadays, all I know is that she often... lacks colour. Maybe if you ask around people can point you at the right person. And trust me, if you explain what happened here to her, she'll know what you're talking about."
"So, do we have a deal?" The figure says, as it extends it's arm. It's hand appears to be made out a wriggling mass of tentacles, some pulsing as if they are alive.
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.
Ei looks at her hand as if expecting to see something on it, and then smiles at Annie's reaction to apparently feeling it too.
"Yes, I did. More evidence that we are meant for eachother, huh?"
Ei quickly follows after Annie, wondering what's been going on downstairs.
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.
Lyudmila doesn't waste time when Revel destroys the dining table, quickly getting to her feet and casting a small blast of wind to put more distance between them, buying her more time to charge up a different spell, launching a small boulder at Revel. The boulder misses Revel, and explodes on the ground behind him, releasing a blast of water that is certain to drench everything nearby, including Revel.
Renard's eyes shine with a determined glimmer for the first time. With all that had happened and finally remembering who he was, now he was finally out of that horrid state of mind. He knew what to do, and he had a plan-- but first, he had to escape the mansion and lay the person in his hands to rest. This was easily done, but before he could do that, he first had to find his companions: Ariel, and Maras. He did have a feeling Maras could be in the mansion; he always was attracted to trouble, and this place was definitely the holy grail of trouble.
And he had to get his original body back too-- sure, it wasn't much of a priority, and there really wasn't much of a problem with Faux's form, but the height difference and squeaky voice meant people were going to treat him like a child, not taking him seriously. It was all so strange; what really was the point of Faux taking the liberty of changing appearances to his dead self? Was there any significance of his trademark golden coat? And how did Renard's weapons even disappear with his body? Where was his body and weapons all stored? There were many unanswered questions. They were both still the same person, and but Faux was still somehow hiding something from him.
Even now, looking at Faux was strange-- he did look like him slightly, but sometimes he found it hard to grasp that Faux's form was really just Renard from around 8 years ago. He only knew of his own past not from his memories but from Faux's tales, so details like his personal growth had been left unknown because of the memory gap. It still felt like he was a different person.
Renard shakes his head and continues through to the kitchen before him, Fin still in his arms. Everything he thought about would wait for now; he had more important things to do.
That was easy. He had already found him, less than a minute after he decided to go look for him. Convenient. Renard narrows his eyes at the unsettling sight, trying to make sense of what was going on with Ariel's appearance. He sure had gotten a makeover-- and a dark one, too. Maybe this was what angels really looked like? Never could really leave the depictions of them up to artists. Nonetheless, Renard approaches him-- violent-looking or not, it was still the same person.
"Ariel... what've you been doing this entire time? Fooling around?" he remarks, forgetting entirely about the weight of Fin on his arms.
Renard's first thoughts are about how Ariel nonchalantly throws out swears and other sorts of incomprehensible dialogue as if he weren't a Christian, though whatever he is saying all seems to blend together messily-- and then his mind quickly drifts to less sillier matters like Ariel attacking him. With almost no time to react, Renard closes his eyes tightly, bracing for impact. It is only after a loud 'CLANG!' sound is heard that Renard opens his eyes again, to the strange sight of his floating blade locking together with Ariel's. He had inadvertently moved the 'Truth' to save himself. But this particular feature of the sword obviously wasn't intended for combat; the blade begins to falter, only about 2 seconds before it had started locking.
Renard quickly drops Fin, who falls to the ground with a thud. Intentionally not taking the opportunity to go for a groin-attack or anything else for his friend's sake, he instead grabs his sword in defence, continuing to lock swords in a tie with Ariel.
"What in the... you've lost your mind now, haven't you?! It's me, Renard!"
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!"
When the blades became locked overhead, the words Renard spoke 'To be honest.. it gave me great pleasure to end that harlots life. She was meant to be mine', seemed to jar Ariel from his sudden impulse of rage, which in turn caused him to be mindful of the obvious discrepancy concerning the unlikelihood of Renard having time to meet up with and subsequently kill Betty in the time that had transpired since Ariel left her behind in the bedroom. In one sudden moment the entire situation felt absurd. These weren't words fitting of the man, Renard, that Ariel had gotten to know, and it was obvious that there just wasn't enough time for him to have killed Betty... despite the fact that she was lying dead on the floor at their feet.
Releasing the tension from the lock of blades, Ariel stepped back, but taking no chances he kept on guard with sword at the ready. The situation may not been making any sense, but there weren't any obvious answers as to why, either.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Ariel shouted; "How can you be saying all that crap and be so nonchalant about it!?" He looked at Betty's corpse on the floor, then back at Renard. "Tell me what the hell is going on here!"
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.
Boris was too large a man to dodge or parry Jack's speedy attack in time to avoid having his head lopped off, all he could really do was begin raising Revel Yell in defense while stepping back, at the same time wanting nothing more than to just move out of the way in time - and as Jack's blurred motion brought the blade of Magebuster to Boris's neck, Boris found himself behind Jack, while continuing the action of stepping back and raising Revel Yell - The whole thing happened so fast, Boris barely realized what was taking place before swinging the bone back down hard on the rear of Jack's head.
A loud, cracking thud was heard as the bone smashed into Jack's helmet, synchronized with a pulse of cyan light that charged Boris with extra power, and chaperoned by the beastly roar of a dragon that shook the room.
"That is correct. Do that, and you'll be free to live your life again."
"As for her name, I do not know by which name she goes nowadays, all I know is that she often... lacks colour. Maybe if you ask around people can point you at the right person. And trust me, if you explain what happened here to her, she'll know what you're talking about."
"So, do we have a deal?" The figure says, as it extends it's arm. It's hand appears to be made out a wriggling mass of tentacles, some pulsing as if they are alive.
Tenderly taking the mass of snake-like tentacles he assumed to be the person's hand, he said, "Yes. I suppose we do have a deal." Ask for the girl who doesn't like rainbows... That should be simple enough.
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'.
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,
As 'Boris' thrusts Revel Yell towards Jack, he swings his shield against it, sparks flying from its surface as the strong dragonbone tip grinds against the steel of his kite shield, pushing the attack to the side; in the moment, time almost seems to slow for Jack as he considers several factors in deciding what move to take next. Boris's movements were far more quick and agile than he had witnessed during the fight; even when boosted by Revel Yell, Boris hadn't moved with the precision and apparent skill that he was now, and it seemed highly unlikely to Jack that he had simply been hiding it. His quietness outside of his "introduction" was also an oddity; Boris hadn't given the impression of someone who would remain quiet in a fight, especially when he had been spoken to.
And then there was the matter of Boris being there in the first place. Why return after leaving- and disappearing- a few minutes ago? Even if he had intended to return, with the layout of the mansion Jack doubted Boris would be able to find his way back to him, short of a stroke of dumb luck. And what he had said itself didn't seem to add up with the previous events of the day, when Boris had put as much effort as he did in protecting Jack- whether he needed the protection or not.
It was then that Jack saw the look in Boris's eyes. Cold, empty; not at all like the Boris he knew. Nothing about this Boris was like the one he knew. It was then he decided what had to be done. The trip of Revel Yell disconnecting from Jack's shield as time began to return to normal, his decisions made, he quickly shouted, "Boris, if that's really you, I'm sorry!" before stepping inwards and thrusting Magebuster into Boris's gut.
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.
"So, want to wait here, Ezra? Or would you rather we move to a different room?"
Maras receives no response. It would seem Ezra has… wandered off.
Ei looks at her hand as if expecting to see something on it, and then smiles at Annie's reaction to apparently feeling it too.
"Yes, I did. More evidence that we are meant for eachother, huh?"
Ei quickly follows after Annie, wondering what's been going on downstairs.
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.
Lyudmila doesn't waste time when Revel destroys the dining table, quickly getting to her feet and casting a small blast of wind to put more distance between them, buying her more time to charge up a different spell, launching a small boulder at Revel. The boulder misses Revel, and explodes on the ground behind him, releasing a blast of water that is certain to drench everything nearby, including Revel.
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!”
Trixie quickly runs out of the room and down the hall, taking random directions to confuse the figure that was fighting her.
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.
Renard's eyes shine with a determined glimmer for the first time. With all that had happened and finally remembering who he was, now he was finally out of that horrid state of mind. He knew what to do, and he had a plan-- but first, he had to escape the mansion and lay the person in his hands to rest. This was easily done, but before he could do that, he first had to find his companions: Ariel, and Maras. He did have a feeling Maras could be in the mansion; he always was attracted to trouble, and this place was definitely the holy grail of trouble.
And he had to get his original body back too-- sure, it wasn't much of a priority, and there really wasn't much of a problem with Faux's form, but the height difference and squeaky voice meant people were going to treat him like a child, not taking him seriously. It was all so strange; what really was the point of Faux taking the liberty of changing appearances to his dead self? Was there any significance of his trademark golden coat? And how did Renard's weapons even disappear with his body? Where was his body and weapons all stored? There were many unanswered questions. They were both still the same person, and but Faux was still somehow hiding something from him.
Even now, looking at Faux was strange-- he did look like him slightly, but sometimes he found it hard to grasp that Faux's form was really just Renard from around 8 years ago. He only knew of his own past not from his memories but from Faux's tales, so details like his personal growth had been left unknown because of the memory gap. It still felt like he was a different person.
Renard shakes his head and continues through to the kitchen before him, Fin still in his arms. Everything he thought about would wait for now; he had more important things to do.
That was easy. He had already found him, less than a minute after he decided to go look for him. Convenient. Renard narrows his eyes at the unsettling sight, trying to make sense of what was going on with Ariel's appearance. He sure had gotten a makeover-- and a dark one, too. Maybe this was what angels really looked like? Never could really leave the depictions of them up to artists. Nonetheless, Renard approaches him-- violent-looking or not, it was still the same person.
"Ariel... what've you been doing this entire time? Fooling around?" he remarks, forgetting entirely about the weight of Fin on his arms.
Renard's first thoughts are about how Ariel nonchalantly throws out swears and other sorts of incomprehensible dialogue as if he weren't a Christian, though whatever he is saying all seems to blend together messily-- and then his mind quickly drifts to less sillier matters like Ariel attacking him. With almost no time to react, Renard closes his eyes tightly, bracing for impact. It is only after a loud 'CLANG!' sound is heard that Renard opens his eyes again, to the strange sight of his floating blade locking together with Ariel's. He had inadvertently moved the 'Truth' to save himself. But this particular feature of the sword obviously wasn't intended for combat; the blade begins to falter, only about 2 seconds before it had started locking.
Renard quickly drops Fin, who falls to the ground with a thud. Intentionally not taking the opportunity to go for a groin-attack or anything else for his friend's sake, he instead grabs his sword in defence, continuing to lock swords in a tie with Ariel.
"What in the... you've lost your mind now, haven't you?! It's me, Renard!"
When the blades became locked overhead, the words Renard spoke 'To be honest.. it gave me great pleasure to end that harlots life. She was meant to be mine', seemed to jar Ariel from his sudden impulse of rage, which in turn caused him to be mindful of the obvious discrepancy concerning the unlikelihood of Renard having time to meet up with and subsequently kill Betty in the time that had transpired since Ariel left her behind in the bedroom. In one sudden moment the entire situation felt absurd. These weren't words fitting of the man, Renard, that Ariel had gotten to know, and it was obvious that there just wasn't enough time for him to have killed Betty... despite the fact that she was lying dead on the floor at their feet.
Releasing the tension from the lock of blades, Ariel stepped back, but taking no chances he kept on guard with sword at the ready. The situation may not been making any sense, but there weren't any obvious answers as to why, either.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Ariel shouted; "How can you be saying all that crap and be so nonchalant about it!?" He looked at Betty's corpse on the floor, then back at Renard. "Tell me what the hell is going on here!"
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!”
Boris was too large a man to dodge or parry Jack's speedy attack in time to avoid having his head lopped off, all he could really do was begin raising Revel Yell in defense while stepping back, at the same time wanting nothing more than to just move out of the way in time - and as Jack's blurred motion brought the blade of Magebuster to Boris's neck, Boris found himself behind Jack, while continuing the action of stepping back and raising Revel Yell - The whole thing happened so fast, Boris barely realized what was taking place before swinging the bone back down hard on the rear of Jack's head.
A loud, cracking thud was heard as the bone smashed into Jack's helmet, synchronized with a pulse of cyan light that charged Boris with extra power, and chaperoned by the beastly roar of a dragon that shook the room.
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.
"You've gotta be bloody kidding me!" Buttons streaked as he circled around Bob with kitten speed; "You don't actually expect to catch me, do you?"
Pouncing high, he latched onto Bob's upper back, attacking his neck in a frenzy of claws and teeth.
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.
Meanwhile, Sluggy continued to frantically grope his way low across the wall to the exit and tried escaping the room through gap beneath the door.
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.
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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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
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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.
Jack watched as the violet light washed over Boris; certainly not an effect of Magebuster itself, or at least not one Jack had ever witnessed before. It was in the next moment he found himself pinned to the wall, Boris's grip tight on his neck and on his sword-hand. He had moved with a speed and strength beyond that which Boris had shown even aided by Revel Yell, if he had even moved at all- the motion was so quick, it seemed more like they had warped or teleported to the wall than moved there. Boris's grip made it difficult to breathe- moving to struggle to do anything else seemed a futile and wasteful effort- and the large man coming in closer certainly didn't help.
Jack winced as Boris began licking his face, his breath almost stopping as the man's tongue rolled over his skin. A slight sense of relief came to him when Boris ceased, though the fear he had been feeling before had returned in full force, only growing stronger as Boris concluded his remarks about Jack with his true name. What else had Boris, or whoever- whatever- was impersonating him, learned from that? Jack's identity had been his best-kept secret, and now it was in the hands of what was making itself out to be a powerful force within Waise. He could only hope that they saw no use in revealing that to the world outside of Waise, lest certain elements of a past he had long ago abandoned caught wind of it and decide to return.
As the hold on Jack is released, he slides down the wall, slumping on the floor as he catches his breath. After a short time, he forces himself up, standing as he sheathes Magebuster and returns his shield to his back. He silently makes his way over to his helmet, still on the floor where he had left it. Kneeling down, he picks it up, standing back up. Jack stares down at his helmet, his hands shaking before he curses his inability to defeat whatever it had been that he had just fought, throwing the helmet across the room where it lands in a pile of food before sitting down in a nearby chair, returning to his slumped-over position again as he calms himself, repressing his anger and fear. Such emotions weren't appropriate of a man like Jack the Red, after all.
Regaining his composure, he retrieves his helmet, carrying it under one arm as he exits into the hallway. He figures that what had happened to him might have also occurred to the others, and as such he waits, leaning against the opposing wall as he awaits to see if anyone else emerges from any of the nearby doors. He pays no attention to the slug on the floor nearby, failing to have noticed its presence.
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
Colored text indicates in-character statements/actions. Because Forum Games has basically just been a big open RP for a long time now and it's the only place I ever post anymore, when I post at all.
Fin's breath, if this could even be called breathing when he was dead, caught in his throat as he stared out at the fire and flames around him, the darkened sky above him, all the suffering that would lay ahead if he didn't comply. However...
Fin ran through the jungle, racing away from the group of soldiers behind him. What he had seen in that jungle... They would kill him to keep that secret. A secret that would make them lose all semblance of humanity.
Fin ducked into a small cluster of trees, holding his breath as the men ran past, their red coats flashing against the green vegetation all around, completely missing his hiding spot. Taking back his breath, he ran in the opposite direction they went, back to where they had come from. What he had seen there... He couldn't allow it.
As he neared the compound they had taken residence in, he heard the cracks of whips, the cry's of men for mercy, and the cruel rebukes of their torturers. Through a gap in one of the logs they had built their fort out of, he could see more of the soldiers standing around holding whips as they forced others into labor: Those that had come into their disfavor, men that had done crimes no worse than being a foreigner, and worse still, children that he was sure no one would have remembered.
He ran over to a bush next to the entrance-way to the compound, watching through it as the slaves, for that was the only title that fit was he was seeing, dug into the ground, mining for something. He pulled a nearby stick out of the ground, thanking the stars that Selene had blessed him with this gift on their last meeting. He took aim, and threw it through the opening at the soldier who looked like the head slaver, the stick twirling until it hit his head, bouncing off the walls and hitting a few more of the soldiers, completely missing the slaves who were forced to bend down in their work, before heading back through directly at him. He would have caught, had he practiced with the power more, but alas, his hand missed by a few inches, and it whacked him in his stomach region, eliciting a loud "OW' and making him lose his breath.
Looking back up, he saw most of the men on the ground groaning, while about 4 or 5 were still standing, looking warily about as if another might come at any moment. One slave, seeing all that had happened, and how they now had a greater advantage of numbers, came up behind one and hit him in his back with the crudely shaped tool he had been given, effectively breaking his spine. His chains pulled the others he was linked to with him, and they all started beating the soldiers with their tools, knocking them down, bruising them until they were all unconscious and one had the bright idea to take the keys.
And where was Fin in all this? He was running back through the jungle to the beach where his small ship layed hidden in a cave. He had done good this day. And he wouldn't allow this evil to be done with his knowledge again if he could help it.
"In return for life, you would kill my freedom? You would have me be a slave, at your eternal beck and call?" Fin started to shake in anger. "No amount of torture would make me take that offer! If death has come, then so be it. I will not be made a slave!"
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The figure laughs at Fin's response, and the flames die out.
"You will not let yourself be intimidated it seems. I like that. Most mortals would fall on their knees and beg for mercy at the premise of eternal damnation, but not you."
"Tell you what, I have an alternative offer for you, perhaps this one will appeal to you more."
"In the town where you perished, there is a person who also received an offer from me a long time ago, she has yet to accept however. Perhaps you'd be willing to talk to her for me? Don't worry, you don't need to try and convince her to take the offer, all I want is to know her current stance on the offer I made her. That's all you have to do to regain your life. Still interested?"
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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My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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Renard's eyes shine with a determined glimmer for the first time. With all that had happened and finally remembering who he was, now he was finally out of that horrid state of mind. He knew what to do, and he had a plan-- but first, he had to escape the mansion and lay the person in his hands to rest. This was easily done, but before he could do that, he first had to find his companions: Ariel, and Maras. He did have a feeling Maras could be in the mansion; he always was attracted to trouble, and this place was definitely the holy grail of trouble.
And he had to get his original body back too-- sure, it wasn't much of a priority, and there really wasn't much of a problem with Faux's form, but the height difference and squeaky voice meant people were going to treat him like a child, not taking him seriously. It was all so strange; what really was the point of Faux taking the liberty of changing appearances to his dead self? Was there any significance of his trademark golden coat? And how did Renard's weapons even disappear with his body? Where was his body and weapons all stored? There were many unanswered questions. They were both still the same person, and but Faux was still somehow hiding something from him.
Even now, looking at Faux was strange-- he did look like him slightly, but sometimes he found it hard to grasp that Faux's form was really just Renard from around 8 years ago. He only knew of his own past not from his memories but from Faux's tales, so details like his personal growth had been left unknown because of the memory gap. It still felt like he was a different person.
Renard shakes his head and continues through to the kitchen before him, Fin still in his arms. Everything he thought about would wait for now; he had more important things to do.
That was easy. He had already found him, less than a minute after he decided to go look for him. Convenient. Renard narrows his eyes at the unsettling sight, trying to make sense of what was going on with Ariel's appearance. He sure had gotten a makeover-- and a dark one, too. Maybe this was what angels really looked like? Never could really leave the depictions of them up to artists. Nonetheless, Renard approaches him-- violent-looking or not, it was still the same person.
"Ariel... what've you been doing this entire time? Fooling around?" he remarks, forgetting entirely about the weight of Fin on his arms.
Renard's first thoughts are about how Ariel nonchalantly throws out swears and other sorts of incomprehensible dialogue as if he weren't a Christian, though whatever he is saying all seems to blend together messily-- and then his mind quickly drifts to less sillier matters like Ariel attacking him. With almost no time to react, Renard closes his eyes tightly, bracing for impact. It is only after a loud 'CLANG!' sound is heard that Renard opens his eyes again, to the strange sight of his floating blade locking together with Ariel's. He had inadvertently moved the 'Truth' to save himself. But this particular feature of the sword obviously wasn't intended for combat; the blade begins to falter, only about 2 seconds before it had started locking.
Renard quickly drops Fin, who falls to the ground with a thud. Intentionally not taking the opportunity to go for a groin-attack or anything else for his friend's sake, he instead grabs his sword in defence, continuing to lock swords in a tie with Ariel.
"What in the... you've lost your mind now, haven't you?! It's me, Renard!"
Chisille was certainly acting like a big baby the way she had fallen unconscious like that. Truth be told, she would've stayed awake for longer and pushed on had she not seen a friendly face come to her aid. While she slept, she tucked her legs in properly and could barely be heard snoring, even with the distraction happening right in front of them. The soft tunes and gentle movements definitely helped her stay asleep even though she didn't know about it. In fact, she doesn't even remember a time when she was comforted to sleep.
While Betty's soft humming was working, there was still the matter of the quiet dripping noises coming from near the end of the grey dragon. It was only every so often, but there was a small pool of red gathering on the floor under her tail. The wound was probably going to close up sooner or later, but it was nonetheless unsettling to see.
For the third time in a row Chisille finds herself running through a twisted forest. However now without Revel's fearless spell on her she feels the need to keep running, at least until she starts to recognize the place once more and slow down. "What... what is going on?" she asked the mist surrounding her, but go no answer. "Why do you keep doing this?? Why are you doing this to me?!" she shouted, fear flowing through her voice as she desperately searched for the image of herself that was undoubtedly coming.
The trees began to whisper. A great choir of them all telling her secrets that she didn't know, or didn't want to know. Chisille didn't understand what they were doing, and so put her paws over her ears to try and drown out the noise. It was no use though, as the whispers continued to flow into her mind. "Stop... stop it stop... why are you telling me this...?" she wailed.
"Because you are lying to yourself." came a great growl from within the mist. A spot of red shone through, breaking apart the grey until there the larger, red and more sinister version of herself appeared. Chisille gasped at the sight, even though she'd seen it before. "What do you mean? I'm not lying to myself." she replied. This caused the large Chisille to suddenly charge forward, angry. Chisille turned around and started to run again, but the chase lasted mere seconds before she was caught. Instead of a slash of pain, she was suddenly forced down to the ground by the stronger dragon. She was pinned under the might of her angry self.
"Don't you DARE keep lying to me! You know exactly what I talk about and you continue to hide it! You felt something. Something that was satisfying! Something that you enjoyed. But no, you try to hide it away or make excuses, saying that it was not your fault!" Her adult form shouted down to the quivering dragoness. "You know better then that, this had nothing to do with what you were made to do. This was about what YOU wanted to do! This is about what I want to do! I don't want to be locked in here, forgotten when I should be free! You know I was dragged down in here, never to surface again because of what happened! You will NOT deny me of my awakening that we both know I deserve!"
And upon that, the larger Chisille raised her other claw and started shredding at Chisille's scales, causing her to yelp at every cut and bleed all over. She was suddenly released from the ground, but upon looking up she could see that it wasn't because of anything good. Red streams were flowing from all the cuts she had received, being drawn into a similar orb from the previous two times. However it didn't just stop at a small ball. This one kept stealing from her, growing bigger and bigger while Chisille got weaker and weaker until there was nothing left to give.
She couldn't even get up after that. All she could do was lie there with her large form staring down at her, slowly approaching. She could feel the low growl that was constantly going as the large Chisille got closer, right up until her mouth was next to her ear. "You know exactly what to do." The large Chisille whispered before turning around and walking back into the mist, leaving the small dragoness to lie there until her dream was over...
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Fin paused for a moment as the flames receeded from around them. This.... This is much more reasonable. "All I have to do is ask them how they feel about your offer, correct?" That... That he could do. While Fin may not have been willing to sell his soul to regain his life, he could do this man/demon/being a favor instead.
"Tell me, who is this lady which you wish me to ask? And how will she know that my question is about your offer?"
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Boris is a little winded by the impact to the wall on the other side of the room. He sits on the floor catching his breath for a moment before pushing to his feet. He was also a little confused, which is expected with Boris, really, but this time the reason was clear enough; Jack seemed different. He seemed mean in a mocking way, and that wasn't like Jack at all, and he also seemed a lot stronger than he was before. Even for Boris' naive and simple mind, something about the situation just didn't add up.
As Boris started to cautiously circle about the room, which now had less light than before, towards his the dark silhouette of his subject, he was very much desperately wishing that he could see Jack better. After all, It was going to be even harder to fight him if he couldn't see properly. That was when another strange thing happened, adding to the many things that were confusing Boris lately: Form no particular source whatsoever, the bedroom lit up. Not a lot, but there was now enough light spread evenly around the room for Jack to be seen properly.
Boris paused mid-step, wondering where the light had come from, and as he did, he heard a familiar voice. It was the magic man, Revel, but Revel's voice wasn't spoken from somewhere in the room, it was coming from inside Boris' head.
"That was you, my boy, the light is yours. Now show this fake Jack what you're made of, be the man I know you can be. All you need to do is believe...."
Boris finished his step, but felt even more confused as he looked at Jack. Apparently the magic man, Revel, thought this Jack was fake, which Boris, in some way too, had considered as well. But what did Revel mean by the other stuff he said? The light is yours? All you need to do is believe? Be the man I know you can be...? It must have been that Revel was trying to tell Boris something important. Trying hard to figure out what all these things meant, Boris held his position with Revel Yell at the ready, allowing the fake Jack to make his advance while he thought things through.
When Buttons heard the sound, he instantly knew who it was, since he had heard the familiar sound of Bobs senseless staggering all too many times before.
"Well, that'd be just about right, just when I thought things couldn't get any better..." Buttons sneered and sarcastically grumbled, as turned around to look, but seeing Bob lifting his foot to deliberately stomp him was something Button's didn't expect in the least.
Taking off fast, paws skidding on the floor like a cartoon, before bolting out of the way just in time for Bob's foot the come down on the already singed tip of his tail, Buttons screeched in pain. When he reached the other side of the room he spun around again, arching his back and hissing. After his involuntary cat-like response, he started yelling at bob;
"What are you doing, you dumb bum?! Get a grip on yourself, hammer head! What sort of spell did that girl put on you anyway? It's me! The kitten that holds your only chance of ever getting your stupid dumb bum soul back!! Now, cut that out!!"
Bob doesn't respond, continuing to try and walk through the wall for a few more seconds before finally he reacts, but maybe just by sheer chance as he pivots about, teeters on the spot for a few seconds as his dazed stare seems to look right through Ezmond. After regaining his balance, kind of, Bob continues his journey, his first step landing his face in Ezmond's chest. Once again, just like the wall, Bob's feet continued to flick about awkwardly as if he was trying to walk right through the man.
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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.
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Trixie fires more aimed at his legs and keeps moving around, and picks up another chair and hurls it straight at him aswell as other objects laying around.
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
"Forget the fireballs!" Sluggy bounces up and down in frustration on Trixie's shoulder. "They obviously aren't doing any good, you think shooting at his legs is gonna make all the difference? - Or are you going for the burn-down-the-house-instead approach? And aim for the dagger when you're throwing that stuff! Knock it out of his hand! Run out the door! Escape! Do something before it's too late for the both of us! WE'RE BOTH TOO YOUNG TO DIE TODAY!"
After a lot of yelling and assessing the situation a little more, Sluggy gives up and stops his frantic jumping about with a long sigh....
"That's it..." He says, turning from Trixie with disappointed in his voice; "...I'm dumping this dame."
Using his body as a spring, Sluggy launches himself off Trixie's shoulder then flattens is body to act as a sail as he glides gracefully through the air. On the other side of the room he lands gently, attaching himself to the wall, and starts groping his way towards the door.
"Later, hot stuff! Send me a letter or something!"
Trixie quickly runs out of the room and down the hall, taking random directions to confuse the figure that was fighting her.
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
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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As 'Boris' thrusts Revel Yell towards Jack, he swings his shield against it, sparks flying from its surface as the strong dragonbone tip grinds against the steel of his kite shield, pushing the attack to the side; in the moment, time almost seems to slow for Jack as he considers several factors in deciding what move to take next. Boris's movements were far more quick and agile than he had witnessed during the fight; even when boosted by Revel Yell, Boris hadn't moved with the precision and apparent skill that he was now, and it seemed highly unlikely to Jack that he had simply been hiding it. His quietness outside of his "introduction" was also an oddity; Boris hadn't given the impression of someone who would remain quiet in a fight, especially when he had been spoken to.
And then there was the matter of Boris being there in the first place. Why return after leaving- and disappearing- a few minutes ago? Even if he had intended to return, with the layout of the mansion Jack doubted Boris would be able to find his way back to him, short of a stroke of dumb luck. And what he had said itself didn't seem to add up with the previous events of the day, when Boris had put as much effort as he did in protecting Jack- whether he needed the protection or not.
It was then that Jack saw the look in Boris's eyes. Cold, empty; not at all like the Boris he knew. Nothing about this Boris was like the one he knew. It was then he decided what had to be done. The trip of Revel Yell disconnecting from Jack's shield as time began to return to normal, his decisions made, he quickly shouted, "Boris, if that's really you, I'm sorry!" before stepping inwards and thrusting Magebuster into Boris's gut.
Gwendolyn stares at the mansion, her eyes glinting balefully in the dull light of the night sky. She can feel it, shining on her like a sun, bathing her in invisible light that crawls beneath her skin and claws at the insides of her veins. Her gloves are forgotten, draped on a nearby branch. Her hands itch.
I should run, she thinks, absently. A trickle of blood tickles her lip as another wave of energy washes over the building. The pigeon sits in the crook of her arm, staring glassily at nothing at all.
She smiles, reveling in the silent stillness of a bird caught in the cat's teeth. It is a silence born of a place beyond fear.
"That is correct. Do that, and you'll be free to live your life again."
"As for her name, I do not know by which name she goes nowadays, all I know is that she often... lacks colour. Maybe if you ask around people can point you at the right person. And trust me, if you explain what happened here to her, she'll know what you're talking about."
"So, do we have a deal?" The figure says, as it extends it's arm. It's hand appears to be made out a wriggling mass of tentacles, some pulsing as if they are alive.
Ei looks at her hand as if expecting to see something on it, and then smiles at Annie's reaction to apparently feeling it too.
"Yes, I did. More evidence that we are meant for eachother, huh?"
Ei quickly follows after Annie, wondering what's been going on downstairs.
Lyudmila doesn't waste time when Revel destroys the dining table, quickly getting to her feet and casting a small blast of wind to put more distance between them, buying her more time to charge up a different spell, launching a small boulder at Revel. The boulder misses Revel, and explodes on the ground behind him, releasing a blast of water that is certain to drench everything nearby, including Revel.
"So, want to wait here, Ezra? Or would you rather we move to a different room?"
When the blades became locked overhead, the words Renard spoke 'To be honest.. it gave me great pleasure to end that harlots life. She was meant to be mine', seemed to jar Ariel from his sudden impulse of rage, which in turn caused him to be mindful of the obvious discrepancy concerning the unlikelihood of Renard having time to meet up with and subsequently kill Betty in the time that had transpired since Ariel left her behind in the bedroom. In one sudden moment the entire situation felt absurd. These weren't words fitting of the man, Renard, that Ariel had gotten to know, and it was obvious that there just wasn't enough time for him to have killed Betty... despite the fact that she was lying dead on the floor at their feet.
Releasing the tension from the lock of blades, Ariel stepped back, but taking no chances he kept on guard with sword at the ready. The situation may not been making any sense, but there weren't any obvious answers as to why, either.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Ariel shouted; "How can you be saying all that crap and be so nonchalant about it!?" He looked at Betty's corpse on the floor, then back at Renard. "Tell me what the hell is going on here!"
Boris was too large a man to dodge or parry Jack's speedy attack in time to avoid having his head lopped off, all he could really do was begin raising Revel Yell in defense while stepping back, at the same time wanting nothing more than to just move out of the way in time - and as Jack's blurred motion brought the blade of Magebuster to Boris's neck, Boris found himself behind Jack, while continuing the action of stepping back and raising Revel Yell - The whole thing happened so fast, Boris barely realized what was taking place before swinging the bone back down hard on the rear of Jack's head.
A loud, cracking thud was heard as the bone smashed into Jack's helmet, synchronized with a pulse of cyan light that charged Boris with extra power, and chaperoned by the beastly roar of a dragon that shook the room.
"You've gotta be bloody kidding me!" Buttons streaked as he circled around Bob with kitten speed; "You don't actually expect to catch me, do you?"
Pouncing high, he latched onto Bob's upper back, attacking his neck in a frenzy of claws and teeth.
Meanwhile, Sluggy continued to frantically grope his way low across the wall to the exit and tried escaping the room through gap beneath the door.
Tenderly taking the mass of snake-like tentacles he assumed to be the person's hand, he said, "Yes. I suppose we do have a deal." Ask for the girl who doesn't like rainbows... That should be simple enough.
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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.
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.
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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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Jack watched as the violet light washed over Boris; certainly not an effect of Magebuster itself, or at least not one Jack had ever witnessed before. It was in the next moment he found himself pinned to the wall, Boris's grip tight on his neck and on his sword-hand. He had moved with a speed and strength beyond that which Boris had shown even aided by Revel Yell, if he had even moved at all- the motion was so quick, it seemed more like they had warped or teleported to the wall than moved there. Boris's grip made it difficult to breathe- moving to struggle to do anything else seemed a futile and wasteful effort- and the large man coming in closer certainly didn't help.
Jack winced as Boris began licking his face, his breath almost stopping as the man's tongue rolled over his skin. A slight sense of relief came to him when Boris ceased, though the fear he had been feeling before had returned in full force, only growing stronger as Boris concluded his remarks about Jack with his true name. What else had Boris, or whoever- whatever- was impersonating him, learned from that? Jack's identity had been his best-kept secret, and now it was in the hands of what was making itself out to be a powerful force within Waise. He could only hope that they saw no use in revealing that to the world outside of Waise, lest certain elements of a past he had long ago abandoned caught wind of it and decide to return.
As the hold on Jack is released, he slides down the wall, slumping on the floor as he catches his breath. After a short time, he forces himself up, standing as he sheathes Magebuster and returns his shield to his back. He silently makes his way over to his helmet, still on the floor where he had left it. Kneeling down, he picks it up, standing back up. Jack stares down at his helmet, his hands shaking before he curses his inability to defeat whatever it had been that he had just fought, throwing the helmet across the room where it lands in a pile of food before sitting down in a nearby chair, returning to his slumped-over position again as he calms himself, repressing his anger and fear. Such emotions weren't appropriate of a man like Jack the Red, after all.
Regaining his composure, he retrieves his helmet, carrying it under one arm as he exits into the hallway. He figures that what had happened to him might have also occurred to the others, and as such he waits, leaning against the opposing wall as he awaits to see if anyone else emerges from any of the nearby doors. He pays no attention to the slug on the floor nearby, failing to have noticed its presence.