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.
Boris, yet again, is confused. Picking himself up off the floor, catching his breath, rubbing his neck, and using his sleeve to remove Jack's saliva, he takes a long look around the room. That was the first time Boris had his face licked. In a way he was glad it was Jack that did it. But he still dint like it, all that wet tongue was very, very eewy. But then again, Boris had his doubts that the Jack who just disappeared was actually Jack at all. He may have looked like Jack, but he was much meaner than the other Jack, he was also much stronger, and the other Jack never tried to lick his face like this one did, not to mention that the other Jack never did any magic tricks before, like disappearing in the way that the magic man Revel had on a couple of occasions. There was certainly something very confusing going.
On top of all that, this new Jack had said some very strange things in Boris' ear, and none of those things helped in clearing up Boris' befuddlement, in fact, it probably just made it worse. He was fairly certain that 'having a feeble mind' had something to do with not being a smart man, that much was probably the truth, but that stuff about being the spawn of a god and being marked, didn't stand to have any relevance to Boris. Of course, the only thing that was perfectly clear was the part about being hunted, and as much as Boris had made many enemies in his life, there was still no good reason for this new Jack to make mention of those people. But what else could he have been talking about...?
In any case, all this nonsense was way to much for Boris' mind to handle, so he gave up trying to make sense of it and let out a very long sigh as he sheathed Revel Yell on his back and looked at his very nice bed. Unfortunately, he really didn't feel like sleeping anymore because, for one thing, what if the mean Jack came after him again? And the other thing was, even though the recent power from the bone was wearing off and making him a little tired, he really just wasn't feeling sleepy anymore.
Leaving his very nice bed behind, he walked out of the room. Maybe a stroll around the house would help him clear his mind. At the very least, maybe he could find some nice things steal.
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.
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.
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.
Buttons landed on his feet, as he seemed to do a lot as a cat, and looked around the dinning room a little bemused. He'd seen a lot of strange things in his life, but nothing quite matched the experiences he'd witnessed since the adventurers arrived in town. It was obvious the Bob that had just departed wasn't the real Bob. Buttons had suspected it was him at first, maybe under the spell that the Annie girl put on him or something like that, but after being called an abomination and watching Bob simply disappear, there was clearly something more going on.
Still, whatever was going on of late in Waise, wasn't Buttons main concern. His only real prerogative, as it had been since his wife shot through with the kids a while back, was finding a witch - or anyone at all - who was able to put his soul back back into his human body again. I mean, being trapped in a cats body had its benefits, but there were way to many restrictions for a human soul to ever get use too.
"I really should have asked that Revel guy to help me out..." Buttons says to himself, pausing to lick his paw and give his face a wipe; "...But that fish was just so damn good. I guess it slipped my mind for a moment."
Deciding to leave the kitchen and continue his search, Buttons exits the small opening in the door and finds his friend Jack leaning somberly against the wall across the hall.
"Oh, hi Jack!" Buttons said and, unable to help himself, rubs up against the mans ankle with a little meow. "Fancy meeting you in a place like this." Taking a seat by Jack feet and looking back at the dinning room entrance, he just has to; "Should I even bother to mention the weird crap that just happened inside that room? ...By the defeated glint in your eye, I'm guessing I probably don't. By the way, you have a slug on your boot."
Sluggy, who happened catch hold of Jack boot for a free ride, and realizing his covers been broken, looks up at Jack and screams;
"I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me - I'm a very fragile creature!" His eyes flail around in despair. "If you just put me up on the wall or something, I can take it from there!"
Deciding to leave the kitchen and continue his search, Buttons exits the small opening in the door and finds his friend Jack leaning soberly against the wall across the hall.
"Oh, hi Jack!" Buttons said and, unable to help himself, rubs up against the mans ankle with a little meow. "Fancy meeting you in a place like." Taking a seat by Jack feet and looking back at the dinning room entrance, he just has to; "Should I even bother to mention the weird crap that just happened inside that room? ...By the defeated glint in your eye, I'm guessing I probably don't. By the way, you have a slug on your boot."
Sluggy, who happened catch hold of Jack boot for a free ride, and realizing his covers been broken, looks up at Jack and screams;
"I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me - I'm a very fragile creature!" His eyes flail around in despair. "If you just put me up on the wall or something, I can take it from there!"
Jack looks down at Buttons as he enters the hallway. "Hey, Buttons. And yeah, 'weird' stuff for me as well. It was Boris for me. How about you?" He then looks down at Sluggy as the little slug panics. He kneels down, picking up Sluggy off his boot with his free hand. "A talking slug, eh? You're the same one that was on Trixie's shoulder earlier, I take it?" He stands back up, planting Sluggy onto the wall nearby. "There you go. Guess things didn't quite work out with Trixie, then?"
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Jack looks down at Buttons as he enters the hallway. "Hey, Buttons. And yeah, 'weird' stuff for me as well. It was Boris for me. How about you?" He then looks down at Sluggy as the little slug panics. He kneels down, picking up Sluggy off his boot with his free hand. "A talking slug, eh? You're the same one that was on Trixie's shoulder earlier, I take it?" He stands back up, planting Sluggy onto the wall nearby. "There you go. Guess things didn't quite work out with Trixie, then?"
"Boris, huh?" Buttons gives a nod. "Bob for me. Bob's my human body, by the way. You know, that vacant lot you might have seen staggering round the place? Been wanting to get my soul back in there for a while now." He looks back at the dining room with a kitty frown, "Let me tell ya, Jack, it wasn't a pretty sight. And apparently I'm an abomination, so.... Go figure...."
He watches as Jack picks up Sluggy and attaches him to the wall.
Sluggy's relieved that Jack turns out to be a gentle giant, giving Jack a big mushy smile as he places him on the wall.
"Thanks for that!" He calls out, groping his way up further for added safety; "And yeah, that Trixie, mighty pleasing to the eyes, but really only good for a quick fling, you know. Especially now she's about to die. Probably wouldn't have worked out anyway.... In any case, be see'n around, Jack, and thanks again for the lift!"
Buttons casually watches as the slug starts making his slow ascent, then looks back at Jack with one brow raised.
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.
Trixie quickly reacts and dodges out of the way of Orson's attack. Since this is a dining room, it shouldn't be too hard to find something to use. She spots a knife laying on the ground nearby, must have fallen off the table during the fight. She quickly picks it up and tries to stab Orson, being careful not to get in the way of his dagger.
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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...
While Chissy is having a not so pleasant dream, Betty rips off one of her sleeves and uses it to wrap around the injury on Chissy's tail to stop all that bleeding. COINCIDENTALLY, this just so happened to take place while that big ol angry Chissy in her dreams was clawing at the baby Chissy, so the sleeping Chissy didn't notice enough to actually wake up or anything.
A little while after that, by ways I can't even describe, Betty falls to sleep as well. So there they are, both of em lay'n on the floor sleep'n, the little dragon all wrapped up in Betty's arms.
Betty has a dream about a cute family of beavers having a picnic in a park.
Unfortunatley, Betty tends to snore real loud and talk in her sleep!
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.
This is when Ezmond realizes there must be something really wrong with this really weird fella. Holding the mans head up, he takes a good long look into his eyes and discovers the problem!
"Well, gosh O my, and color me pink on Sunday, it would seem to me you have misplaced that soul of yours, young man! I ain't seen a case of a displaced soul for quite some many years, to be perfectly honest - But don't you go fretting now! Long as good ol Ezmond can find where your soul be hiding, he won't have any big issue sticking it right back in its place for ya there!"
Taking him by the hand, Ezmond leads Bob out of the library in search of his soul, and it sure is a pleasant surprise to see the house isn't all bent out of shape no more!
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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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.
At first, Maras is confused as to where Ezra has wandered off to. Didn't he say he wanted to meet Ei or something? His train of thought is suddenly interrupted however as Annie and Ei enter the room.
"Ah! Lady Ei!" Maras says as he notices Ei before turning his attention to Annie. "This must be Miss Annie, correct?"
Maras doesn't really wait for a response before bowing, to which Ei responds with a chuckle.
"Yes, this is Annie. Annie, this is Maras, one of my subordinates. Speaking of subordinates, where's Lyudmila run off to this time?"
"Last time I saw her she was passed out drunk in the dining room. Then only me and Ezra were left and went to look around for the others. Now Ezra is gone too..." Maras responds, as he looks around the room to see if Ezra is still elsewhere in the room.
"Ezra? Who's that?" Ei responds with a confused stare.
"Ah, he claims you saved him from Hades. He wanted to thank you but now he's gone..."
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.
"Of course I can, you see, that wasn't just an ordinary stone." Lyudmila responds, as something seems to drag Revel back towards where the rock hit the wall. Not just Revel is dragged back however, furniture and other items in the room are also being dragged towards the wall, and a large cupboard is torn from it's stationary position by the wall as well and enters a collision course with Revel, who will find it increasingly difficult to move forward the more objects collide with the back wall that was hit by the stone.
Meanwhile, Lyudmila isn't being very... helpful, using magic to create large, spiked chunks of ice that are then drawn towards the same back wall, shattering upon impact and sending large, sharp chunks of ice in various directions, particularly in Revel’s general direction.
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!”
As Ariel steps away, Renard watches with laboured breathing, appearing to regard something. He had almost lost that sword lock because it was impossible to exert much force with how small his stature was. Renard deduces that Faux wasn't actually very good at swordfighting-- he just knew lots of ridiculous techniques so he could gain the upper hand. And it worked, too; Renard only started bar fights, but Faux had taken on an army. Without Faux's actual repertoire of skills, this body wasn't very helpful at all. He breathes a small sigh; his beloved gun and cape were most likely lost forever.
There definitely was something wrong with Ariel, what with his strange appearance and insistence that Renard had killed someone named 'Betty'. It came to him very slowly that he was talking about the irritating girl that had been trying to kill him earlier. He hadn't been aware of anyone else in the mansion besides him, Ariel, and the two other strange girls, but of course-- if that wretched dragon was here, so was their master. If she really was dead, then that would explain her pet running amok
Getting back to the matter, there was obviously no chance of reasoning with Ariel; after all, he had just declared that he would end his life. Whether it was some sort of magic or not, he would have to beat Ariel into submission until he came to his senses. The old-fashioned way.
A continuous scraping is heard as Renard, his sword being dragged across the ground, slowly and silently walks towards Ariel.
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?!?"
Maras shakes his head at Silas, apparently unimpressed. After giving the spear a twist, he withdraws the spear and vanishes. The door to the dining room is now ajar.
Trixie quickly reacts and dodges out of the way of Orson's attack. Since this is a dining room, it shouldn't be too hard to find something to use. She spots a knife laying on the ground nearby, must have fallen off the table during the fight. She quickly picks it up and tries to stab Orson, being careful not to get in the way of his dagger.
Trixie manages to avoid Orson’s slashing attack and drives the knife into his torso. A violet light moves over Orson’s body. In that same moment, Orson has secured her wrists, pinning her to the wall in a cross formation. His hold is too strong to break. Behind his hood, his face close to hers, she can hear him drawing a deep breath, analyzing her scent. His tongue then extends from a slot in his hood and glides over her face, her nose and lips. Done with his sample, he pressed in aside her face and whispers in her ear;
“Now… we now you. You are of no concern to us. Your taste is but savory. Do not get in our way lest you perish.”
In the closing of his words, Trixie finds herself alone in the room. The door is now ajar. She is free to leave.
"Of course I can, you see, that wasn't just an ordinary stone." Lyudmila responds, as something seems to drag Revel back towards where the rock hit the wall. Not just Revel is dragged back however, furniture and other items in the room are also being dragged towards the wall, and a large cupboard is torn from it's stationary position by the wall as well and enters a collision course with Revel, who will find it increasingly difficult to move forward the more objects collide with the back wall that was hit by the stone.
Meanwhile, Lyudmila isn't being very... helpful, using magic to create large, spiked chunks of ice that are then drawn towards the same back wall, shattering upon impact and sending large, sharp chunks of ice in various directions, particularly in Revel’s general direction.
Revel seems to be enjoying the phenomenon taking place around him. He is laughing delightedly when the many items, furniture and cupboard break apart on contact with him.
The large, sharp chunks of ice, however, impale Revel’s body overall. In turn he appears no more to be a man, rather of water in the form of a man that soon drops to a puddle on the floor.
Before Lyudmila can react, the water has rushed across the floor and rises up over her person. She is now enveloped in water. She can feel it enter her ears, her nose, her mouth and every orifice of her body. She is overcome and unable to move. She cannot breathe. As it feels that she may soon run short on oxygen and pass out, she hears a voice whisper in her ear;
“Now… we know you. Your essence is sweet. ...Yet the rule of your mistress is hazardous. Do not get in our way lest you perish. Go, tell the one that rules your existence: The child is ours now… and forever.”
In the closing of his words, Lyudmila is once again able to breathe. The water is gone. Revel is no longer present. The door to the dining room is ajar. She is free to leave.
At first, Maras is confused as to where Ezra has wandered off to. Didn't he say he wanted to meet Ei or something? His train of thought is suddenly interrupted however as Annie and Ei enter the room.
"Ah! Lady Ei!" Maras says as he notices Ei before turning his attention to Annie. "This must be Miss Annie, correct?"
Maras doesn't really wait for a response before bowing, to which Ei responds with a chuckle.
"Yes, this is Annie. Annie, this is Maras, one of my subordinates. Speaking of subordinates, where's Lyudmila run off to this time?"
"Last time I saw her she was passed out drunk in the dining room. Then only me and Ezra were left and went to look around for the others. Now Ezra is gone too..." Maras responds, as he looks around the room to see if Ezra is still elsewhere in the room.
"Ezra? Who's that?" Ei responds with a confused stare.
"Ah, he claims you saved him from Hades. He wanted to thank you but now he's gone..."
Annie seems… distant. She offers no more than a faint nod to Mara’s upon his introduction.
When Ezra is mentioned, a small smile grows on her face as she turns to Ei.
“Hades…. Hell. No one can save those unable to be saved.”
Ezra climbs the steps to the attic and enters the room. He stands over the bed, upon which is Annie’s sealed chamber.
Trixie manages to avoid Orson’s slashing attack and drives the knife into his torso. A violet light moves over Orson’s body. In that same moment, Orson has secured her wrists, pinning her to the wall in a cross formation. His hold is too strong to break. Behind his hood, his face close to hers, she can hear him drawing a deep breath, analyzing her scent. His tongue then extends from a slot in his hood and glides over her face, her nose and lips. Done with his sample, he pressed in aside her face and whispers in her ear;
“Now… we now you. You are of no concern to us. Your taste is but savory. Do not get in our way lest you perish.”
In the closing of his words, Trixie finds herself alone in the room. The door is now ajar. She is free to leave.
Trixie was rather disgusted and shocked by what Orson just did to her. At least she stabbed him, though. Trixie whips his saliva off onto her cloak, and leaves the room, quickly.
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Maras shakes his head at Silas, apparently unimpressed. After giving the spear a twist, he withdraws the spear and vanishes. The door to the dining room is now ajar.
Silas is free to leave.
OOC: Is the injury still there?
IC: Silas grunts and immediately walks out the door, slamming it behind him loud enough to be noticed by anyone in the next room.
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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"Boris, huh?" Buttons gives a nod. "Bob for me. Bob's my human body, by the way. You know, that vacant lot you might have seen staggering round the place? Been wanting to get my soul back in there for a while now." He looks back at the dining room with a kitty frown, "Let me tell ya, Jack, it wasn't a pretty sight. And apparently I'm an abomination, so.... Go figure...."
He watches as Jack picks up Sluggy and attaches him to the wall.
Sluggy's relieved that Jack turns out to be a gentle giant, giving Jack a big mushy smile as he places him on the wall.
"Thanks for that!" He calls out, groping his way up further for added safety; "And yeah, that Trixie, mighty pleasing to the eyes, but really only good for a quick fling, you know. Especially now she's about to die. Probably wouldn't have worked out anyway.... In any case, be see'n around, Jack, and thanks again for the lift!"
Buttons casually watches as the slug starts making his slow ascent, then looks back at Jack with one brow raised.
"So... any idea what's going on around here?"
"So he's your real body, then. How'd you end up in a cat?" It seemed Buttons- or, Bob, rather- was an abomination, and he was of no threat. Jack wondered what the Order had called Sluggy, if they had called him anything at all. He found it... unlikely that whatever apparition Sluggy had encountered in the kitchen would have licked him. He knew he wouldn't have. But he wouldn't have licked other people's faces, either, so there was also that.
"I'm not sure what's going on, Buttons... or should I call you Bob? Well, anyways, I can only assume that whatever is going on, it has to do with those robed guys. And it would seem we all got separated into our own version of the dining room, somehow. Some kind of... spacial magic, maybe. So far you and the slug have both emerged from the kitchen, and I'm waiting to see if anyone else does."
Trixie was rather disgusted and shocked by what Orson just did to her. At least she stabbed him, though. Trixie whips his saliva off onto her shirt, and leaves the room, quickly.
As Trixie leaves the room, Jack is standing across the hallway, a few feet from her. He waves, starting, "And here's one of them now. Welcome back to some sense of normal reality, Trixie. I take it you just fought someone as well?"
IC: Silas grunts and immediately walks out the door, slamming it behind him loud enough to be noticed by anyone in the next room.
And as Silas makes his entry into the hallway, he encounters the same sight, albeit with Trixie now there as well. "Hello, Silas. Welcome back to what I can only hope is reality and not another illusion or something. Seems like your encounter didn't go very well."
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As Trixie leaves the room, Jack is standing across the hallway, a few feet from her. He waves, starting, "And here's one of them now. Welcome back to some sense of normal reality, Trixie. I take it you just fought someone as well?"
Trixie did a simple nod. "Yes....Somebody named...Orson. He licked me, and tried to stab me...he also said something about me staying out of the way or I'd die or something..." she replied with a sigh.
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"So he's your real body, then. How'd you end up in a cat?" It seemed Buttons- or, Bob, rather- was an abomination, and he was of no threat. Jack wondered what the Order had called Sluggy, if they had called him anything at all. He found it... unlikely that whatever apparition Sluggy had encountered in the kitchen would have licked him. He knew he wouldn't have. But he wouldn't have licked other people's faces, either, so there was also that.
"I'm not sure what's going on, Buttons... or should I call you Bob? Well, anyways, I can only assume that whatever is going on, it has to do with those robed guys. And it would seem we all got separated into our own version of the dining room, somehow. Some kind of... spacial magic, maybe. So far you and the slug have both emerged from the kitchen, and I'm waiting to see if anyone else does."
As Trixie leaves the room, Jack is standing across the hallway, a few feet from her. He waves, starting, "And here's one of them now. Welcome back to some sense of normal reality, Trixie. I take it you just fought someone as well?"
And as Silas makes his entry into the hallway, he encounters the same sight, albeit with Trixie now there as well. "Hello, Silas. Welcome back to what I can only hope is reality and not another illusion or something. Seems like your encounter didn't go very well."
"Of course it didn't! Why else would I look this grumpy!" he yells extremely loudly, gesturing to his foot, now with a hole through it. "Now my favorite pair of boots are ruined! And I don't see any place here that can replace them!" he continues to shout. He clearly cares more about his boots being ruined than his injury.
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Trixie did a simple nod. "Yes....Somebody named...Orson. He licked me, and tried to stab me...he also said something about me staying out of the way or I'd die or something..." she replied with a sigh.
"Hm. Sounds like we had the same experience then, although for me it was Boris. I'm fairly certain it wasn't the real Boris, though, and I'd guess the same goes for the Orson you encountered."
"Of course it didn't! Why else would I look this grumpy!" he yells extremely loudly, gesturing to his foot, now with a hole through it. "Now my favorite pair of boots are ruined! And I don't see any place here that can replace them!" he continues to shout. He clearly cares more about his boots being ruined than his injury.
Jack looks down at Silas's boot, stating, "Well, uh, perhaps not here, but I'm sure we can find someone who can replace or repair it later."
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"Hm. Sounds like we had the same experience then, although for me it was Boris. I'm fairly certain it wasn't the real Boris, though, and I'd guess the same goes for the Orson you encountered."
Jack looks down at Silas's boot, stating, "Well, uh, perhaps not here, but I'm sure we can find someone who can replace or repair it later."
Trixie rose an eyebrow. "Weird. We should get out of this place, don't you think? Unlock the mystery of the town and leave before we all die?"
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As Ariel steps away, Renard watches with laboured breathing, appearing to regard something. He had almost lost that sword lock because it was impossible to exert much force with how small his stature was. Renard deduces that Faux wasn't actually very good at swordfighting-- he just knew lots of ridiculous techniques so he could gain the upper hand. And it worked, too; Renard only started bar fights, but Faux had taken on an army. Without Faux's actual repertoire of skills, this body wasn't very helpful at all. He breathes a small sigh; his beloved gun and cape were most likely lost forever.
There definitely was something wrong with Ariel, what with his strange appearance and insistence that Renard had killed someone named 'Betty'. It came to him very slowly that he was talking about the irritating girl that had been trying to kill him earlier. He hadn't been aware of anyone else in the mansion besides him, Ariel, and the two other strange girls, but of course-- if that wretched dragon was here, so was their master. If she really was dead, then that would explain her pet running amok
Getting back to the matter, there was obviously no chance of reasoning with Ariel; after all, he had just declared that he would end his life. Whether it was some sort of magic or not, he would have to beat Ariel into submission until he came to his senses. The old-fashioned way.
A continuous scraping is heard as Renard, his sword being dragged across the ground, slowly and silently walks towards Ariel.
Renard obviously wasn't willing to answer Ariel's question, which, consider the circumstances, wasn't really a surprise. After all, he was obviously not in his right frame of mind, killing Betty being the first and clear sign of that. And now he thought that advancing upon Ariel was a good idea? The demented little man had something else coming if he thought in his deranged state that he had any hope of coming out on top of a fight with an angel that has millenniums of sword fighting experience.
Thinking on the situation some more, it was clear, even though Renard had killed Betty - or so it seemed - that the little man was not in his right frame of mind, and therefore punishing him for this crime would be punishing someone for the actions out of their own control. In light of this fact alone, Ariel considered the many ways he could take Renard down without killing him, hopefully knock him back to his senses at the same time.
On a side note, Ariel isn't feeling too crash hot at the moment, the changes his body was going through on account of his recent transgression was playing havoc with his body. The fever persisted, his bones were aching, his skin was crawling, all signs of a junkie going through withdrawals - or, in Ariel's case - signs that the angelic side of his chemistry was being stripped away and replaced with something else. But these initial symptoms weren't severe enough to inhibit his swordplay... not for the moment, anyway.
"Answer the question!" Ariel demands of him, wincing a little at the sound of Renard's sword dragging on the floor; "Don't do something you're going to regret - because I'm telling you now, going blade to blade with me is definitely something you're going to regret."
"So he's your real body, then. How'd you end up in a cat?" It seemed Buttons- or, Bob, rather- was an abomination, and he was of no threat. Jack wondered what the Order had called Sluggy, if they had called him anything at all. He found it... unlikely that whatever apparition Sluggy had encountered in the kitchen would have licked him. He knew he wouldn't have. But he wouldn't have licked other people's faces, either, so there was also that.
"Well, it's kind of a long story," Buttons seems too lazy to go into detail, possibly because doing so wouldn't help his situation in the end. "Long story short; I met a girl, we fell in love, got married, had a couple of kids." Buttons sighs. "After all that I discovered she was a witch, therefore a liar. An argument ensued and she subsequently stuck my soul into the body of the family pet. Yours truly. Then that wretched witch was nice enough to shoot through with the kids and leave me here like this. As it turns out, though," Buttons regards the slug up on the wall; "Apparently Sluggy encountered my Ex after she shot through, in the next town over from here. I guess Jane is leaving a trail of talking animals along the countryside. First thing I'm gonna do when I get back into my human body is hunt that filthy witch down and put an end to her rampage."
"I'm not sure what's going on, Buttons... or should I call you Bob? Well, anyways, I can only assume that whatever is going on, it has to do with those robed guys. And it would seem we all got separated into our own version of the dining room, somehow. Some kind of... spacial magic, maybe. So far you and the slug have both emerged from the kitchen, and I'm waiting to see if anyone else does."
"Call me whatever you want, just don't call me late for dinner, especially if fish is on the menu. Honestly though, Jack, I'm more concerned about getting back into my human body than anything else. These fleas are really annoying. But yeah, definitely some sort of powerful illusion magic going on around here." He looks drearily at the door to the dining room again. "In any case, these dark robed guys, if that's who is actually responsible for the crap going on around here, don't really have any further interest in this so called 'abomination'. To be perfectly straight with you though, I don't really feel like they're the biggest threat around here."
As Trixie leaves the room, Jack is standing across the hallway, a few feet from her. He waves, starting, "And here's one of them now. Welcome back to some sense of normal reality, Trixie. I take it you just fought someone as well?"
Trixie did a simple nod. "Yes....Somebody named...Orson. He licked me, and tried to stab me...he also said something about me staying out of the way or I'd die or something..." she replied with a sigh.
Buttons gives a familiar nod to Trixie when she enters the room, but didn't have anything to add for the time being.
And as Silas makes his entry into the hallway, he encounters the same sight, albeit with Trixie now there as well. "Hello, Silas. Welcome back to what I can only hope is reality and not another illusion or something. Seems like your encounter didn't go very well."
"Of course it didn't! Why else would I look this grumpy!" he yells extremely loudly, gesturing to his foot, now with a hole through it. "Now my favorite pair of boots are ruined! And I don't see any place here that can replace them!" he continues to shout. He clearly cares more about his boots being ruined than his injury.
Buttons gives another nod to the old guy when he walks into the hall, and once the geezer finished yelling, Buttons shakes his head with a mournful sigh, and asks; "Yeeeaaahh, I don't think all that yelling is gonna help anything. God knows it's already giving me a headache. Anyway, pleased to meet you. I'm Buttons, formerly known as the human, Bob. You might have seen him wandering around the place like an idiot in his evening attire. So embarrassing.... By the way, in my own honest opinion, your boots kinda suck, so I wouldn't be getting too upset over their loss. All I'm saying is, there are a lot of other more important issues going on around here, old man. You also might want to think about plugging that hole with something before you bleed to death, if that matters to you at all...."
"Hm. Sounds like we had the same experience then, although for me it was Boris. I'm fairly certain it wasn't the real Boris, though, and I'd guess the same goes for the Orson you encountered."
Jack looks down at Silas's boot, stating, "Well, uh, perhaps not here, but I'm sure we can find someone who can replace or repair it later."
Trixie rose an eyebrow. "Weird. We should get out of this place, don't you think? Unlock the mystery of the town and leave before we all die?"
After giving Silas a piece of his mind, Buttons just stared at Trixie until this point, at which time his eyes thin out as he shakes his head.
"I'm pretty sure that's easier said than done, cupcake," He tells her in a condescending manner. "and don't worry, I'm pretty sure if they wanted you dead you wouldn't have made it out of the dining room."
After nibbling a flea on his hind leg, he looks back to Jack with question;
"You know what, come to think about it, I'm more inclined to find that little girl more of a threat than anyone else I've seen around here. The problems around Waise have only increased since she reared her ugly noggin. You know the little girl I'm talking about, right? You might have seen her running around town like a bloodthirsty wacko? Anyway, she did something with my human body back at the arena. Some sort of spell or something. ...I'm tell'n ya, there's something very wrong about that girl. If you ask me, killing that nut job will solve a lot problems around here."
Meanwhile, Sluggy continues to make his very slow ascent up the wall and down the hallway, listening to the conversation taking place behind him. Something Buttons said gives him an idea, an idea so good that he has to stop for a moment just to flail his eyes with amazement.
After giving Silas a piece of his mind, Buttons just stared at Trixie until this point, at which time his eyes thin out as he shakes his head.
"I'm pretty sure that's easier said than done, cupcake," He tells her in a condescending manner. "and don't worry, I'm pretty sure if they wanted you dead you wouldn't have made it out of the dining room."
After nibbling a flea on his hind leg, he looks back to Jack with question;
"You know what, come to think about it, I'm more inclined to find that little girl more of a threat than anyone else I've seen around here. The problems around Waise have only increased since she reared her ugly noggin. You know the little girl I'm talking about, right? You might have seen her running around town like a bloodthirsty wacko? Anyway, she did something with my human body back at the arena. Some sort of spell or something. ...I'm tell'n ya, there's something very wrong about that girl. If you ask me, killing that nut job will solve a lot problems around here."
Meanwhile, Sluggy continues to make his very slow ascent up the wall and down the hallway, listening to the conversation taking place behind him. Something Buttons said gives him an idea, an idea so good that he has to stop for a moment just to flail his eyes with amazement.
Trixie shrugged. "I literally have no idea what you are talking about there, sure if this girl is really as bad as your saying, then maybe she does deserve to be killed, or at least incapacitated. But what are those figures that attacked us? Who are they, if they aren't appearing what they appear to be?" she says, whispering to Buttons.
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While Chissy is having a not so pleasant dream, Betty rips off one of her sleeves and uses it to wrap around the injury on Chissy's tail to stop all that bleeding. COINCIDENTALLY, this just so happened to take place while that big ol angry Chissy in her dreams was clawing at the baby Chissy, so the sleeping Chissy didn't notice enough to actually wake up or anything.
A little while after that, by ways I can't even describe, Betty falls to sleep as well. So there they are, both of em lay'n on the floor sleep'n, the little dragon all wrapped up in Betty's arms.
Betty has a dream about a cute family of beavers having a picnic in a park.
Unfortunately, Betty tends to snore real loud and talk in her sleep!
Thankfully Chisille didn't wake up when she was having her tail patched up, though sometime through the night, even though she was very tired from all the activity she was forced to do, she woke up from the loud snoring since it was instinctual that she should check everything in case it was a danger. When she realized what was creating the noise, for the first time she also realized where she was. In Betty's arms.
Honestly, she didn't care that she was so close to a human at the time. With no real danger around the room, she decided to go back to sleep despite the loud snoring. However what she remembered of her dream and what it told her to do floated about in her mind. She didn't... want to do it, but there was still the sense of satisfaction that came with it. At the very least she wasn't going to try it without asking permission first. Eventually she fell asleep again. At least this time she wasn't disturbed by a nightmare.
She just slept, then slept some more until morning arrived... whenever that was... sometime later probably, when the sun came up. Sleeping till morning...
"Hm. Sounds like we had the same experience then, although for me it was Boris. I'm fairly certain it wasn't the real Boris, though, and I'd guess the same goes for the Orson you encountered."
Jack looks down at Silas's boot, stating, "Well, uh, perhaps not here, but I'm sure we can find someone who can replace or repair it later."
Silas shakes his head, sternly announcing "No, of course not!" The demeanor currently exhibited by Silas was not quite himself, at least not like the Silas that Jack met in the church.
Renard obviously wasn't willing to answer Ariel's question, which, consider the circumstances, wasn't really a surprise. After all, he was obviously not in his right frame of mind, killing Betty being the first and clear sign of that. And now he thought that advancing upon Ariel was a good idea? The demented little man had something else coming if he thought in his deranged state that he had any hope of coming out on top of a fight with an angel that has millenniums of sword fighting experience.
Thinking on the situation some more, it was clear, even though Renard had killed Betty - or so it seemed - that the little man was not in his right frame of mind, and therefore punishing him for this crime would be punishing someone for the actions out of their own control. In light of this fact alone, Ariel considered the many ways he could take Renard down without killing him, hopefully knock him back to his senses at the same time.
On a side note, Ariel isn't feeling too crash hot at the moment, the changes his body was going through on account of his recent transgression was playing havoc with his body. The fever persisted, his bones were aching, his skin was crawling, all signs of a junkie going through withdrawals - or, in Ariel's case - signs that the angelic side of his chemistry was being stripped away and replaced with something else. But these initial symptoms weren't severe enough to inhibit his swordplay... not for the moment, anyway.
"Answer the question!" Ariel demands of him, wincing a little at the sound of Renard's sword dragging on the floor; "Don't do something you're going to regret - because I'm telling you now, going blade to blade with me is definitely something you're going to regret."
"Well, it's kind of a long story," Buttons seems too lazy to go into detail, possibly because doing so wouldn't help his situation in the end. "Long story short; I met a girl, we fell in love, got married, had a couple of kids." Buttons sighs. "After all that I discovered she was a witch, therefore a liar. An argument ensued and she subsequently stuck my soul into the body of the family pet. Yours truly. Then that wretched witch was nice enough to shoot through with the kids and leave me here like this. As it turns out, though," Buttons regards the slug up on the wall; "Apparently Sluggy encountered my Ex after she shot through, in the next town over from here. I guess Jane is leaving a trail of talking animals along the countryside. First thing I'm gonna do when I get back into my human body is hunt that filthy witch down and put an end to her rampage."
"Call me whatever you want, just don't call me late for dinner, especially if fish is on the menu. Honestly though, Jack, I'm more concerned about getting back into my human body than anything else. These fleas are really annoying. But yeah, definitely some sort of powerful illusion magic going on around here." He looks drearily at the door to the dining room again. "In any case, these dark robed guys, if that's who is actually responsible for the crap going on around here, don't really have any further interest in this so called 'abomination'. To be perfectly straight with you though, I don't really feel like they're the biggest threat around here."
Buttons gives a familiar nod to Trixie when she enters the room, but didn't have anything to add for the time being.
Buttons gives another nod to the old guy when he walks into the hall, and once the geezer finished yelling, Buttons shakes his head with a mournful sigh, and asks; "Yeeeaaahh, I don't think all that yelling is gonna help anything. God knows it's already giving me a headache. Anyway, pleased to meet you. I'm Buttons, formerly known as the human, Bob. You might have seen him wandering around the place like an idiot in his evening attire. So embarrassing.... By the way, in my own honest opinion, your boots kinda suck, so I wouldn't be getting too upset over their loss. All I'm saying is, there are a lot of other more important issues going on around here, old man. You also might want to think about plugging that hole with something before you bleed to death, if that matters to you at all...."
After giving Silas a piece of his mind, Buttons just stared at Trixie until this point, at which time his eyes thin out as he shakes his head.
"I'm pretty sure that's easier said than done, cupcake," He tells her in a condescending manner. "and don't worry, I'm pretty sure if they wanted you dead you wouldn't have made it out of the dining room."
After nibbling a flea on his hind leg, he looks back to Jack with question;
"You know what, come to think about it, I'm more inclined to find that little girl more of a threat than anyone else I've seen around here. The problems around Waise have only increased since she reared her ugly noggin. You know the little girl I'm talking about, right? You might have seen her running around town like a bloodthirsty wacko? Anyway, she did something with my human body back at the arena. Some sort of spell or something. ...I'm tell'n ya, there's something very wrong about that girl. If you ask me, killing that nut job will solve a lot problems around here."
Meanwhile, Sluggy continues to make his very slow ascent up the wall and down the hallway, listening to the conversation taking place behind him. Something Buttons said gives him an idea, an idea so good that he has to stop for a moment just to flail his eyes with amazement.
"Talking cat?" he asks. "Eh, not the weirdest thing I've seen," he sighs. Kneeling down to the cat, he then darkly mutters "Oh, the injury will heal itself in time, and I don't particularly care about this body right now..." Suddenly, he returns to a cheery grin and gets back up, noting "If the rest of the party won't come here, maybe we could leave and leave them a note?"
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
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Revel seems to be enjoying the phenomenon taking place around him. He is laughing delightedly when the many items, furniture and cupboard break apart on contact with him.
The large, sharp chunks of ice, however, impale Revel’s body overall. In turn he appears no more to be a man, rather of water in the form of a man that soon drops to a puddle on the floor.
Before Lyudmila can react, the water has rushed across the floor and rises up over her person. She is now enveloped in water. She can feel it enter her ears, her nose, her mouth and every orifice of her body. She is overcome and unable to move. She cannot breathe. As it feels that she may soon run short on oxygen and pass out, she hears a voice whisper in her ear;
“Now… we know you. Your essence is sweet. ...Yet the rule of your mistress is hazardous. Do not get in our way lest you perish. Go, tell the one that rules your existence: The child is ours now… and forever.”
In the closing of his words, Lyudmila is once again able to breathe. The water is gone. Revel is no longer present. The door to the dining room is ajar. She is free to leave.
Lyudmila shakes her head at the voice, and looks around the now-empty room before sighing and walking to a nearby wall.
"She's not gonna be happy." Lyudmila says to herself as she places her hand on the wall, and a pitch-black doorway opens. Lyudmila walks through it and the doorway closes behind her, leaving the room empty.
Ezra climbs the steps to the attic and enters the room. He stands over the bed, upon which is Annie’s sealed chamber.
As Ezra enters the attic, the runes Ei placed on the floor faintly start glowing. As Ezra approaches the bed, he hears a voice, and becomes unable to move.
"Who are you?" the voice says, coming from behind Ezra. Or was it next to Ezra? They can't tell. Either that or they forgot. He doesn't have a long time to think though as the voice repeats it's question, sounding more commanding this time. "Who. Are. You..."
Annie seems… distant. She offers no more than a faint nod to Mara’s upon his introduction.
When Ezra is mentioned, a small smile grows on her face as she turns to Ei.
“Hades…. Hell. No one can save those unable to be saved.”
"Is that so? I've seen people be saved before. Though, I think it'd depend on who is being saved and who's doing the saving. Anyway, Annie, I wanted to ask you something." Ei says, as she turns away from Annie.
"I've been... meaning to ask you this for a while now but... I didn't... but, what I wanted to ask you was..."
Ei turns to look directly at Annie, her red eyes glowing brilliantly.
"Are you the real Annie, or is the Order trying to trick me?"
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.
As Fin shakes the figure's hand, the figure slowly fades away and the surroundings fade into a void. Soon, Fin is all alone in the darkness.
"This will be your last chance at life. If you perish again, nothing can bring you back. Even ones most skilled at ressurecting the dead will be powerless to bring you back."
Fin then wakes up again in the mansion, while a person he's never seen before is fighting with the person who tried to safe him, with all the wounds on his body having healed.
"You have 24 hours to ask the question. Fail and your life shall end again. I'd make haste if I were you. And be careful, there might be some... side-effects to being revived." A voice in his head says, reminding him of the encounter he just had.
Boris, yet again, is confused. Picking himself up off the floor, catching his breath, rubbing his neck, and using his sleeve to remove Jack's saliva, he takes a long look around the room. That was the first time Boris had his face licked. In a way he was glad it was Jack that did it. But he still dint like it, all that wet tongue was very, very eewy. But then again, Boris had his doubts that the Jack who just disappeared was actually Jack at all. He may have looked like Jack, but he was much meaner than the other Jack, he was also much stronger, and the other Jack never tried to lick his face like this one did, not to mention that the other Jack never did any magic tricks before, like disappearing in the way that the magic man Revel had on a couple of occasions. There was certainly something very confusing going.
On top of all that, this new Jack had said some very strange things in Boris' ear, and none of those things helped in clearing up Boris' befuddlement, in fact, it probably just made it worse. He was fairly certain that 'having a feeble mind' had something to do with not being a smart man, that much was probably the truth, but that stuff about being the spawn of a god and being marked, didn't stand to have any relevance to Boris. Of course, the only thing that was perfectly clear was the part about being hunted, and as much as Boris had made many enemies in his life, there was still no good reason for this new Jack to make mention of those people. But what else could he have been talking about...?
In any case, all this nonsense was way to much for Boris' mind to handle, so he gave up trying to make sense of it and let out a very long sigh as he sheathed Revel Yell on his back and looked at his very nice bed. Unfortunately, he really didn't feel like sleeping anymore because, for one thing, what if the mean Jack came after him again? And the other thing was, even though the recent power from the bone was wearing off and making him a little tired, he really just wasn't feeling sleepy anymore.
Leaving his very nice bed behind, he walked out of the room. Maybe a stroll around the house would help him clear his mind. At the very least, maybe he could find some nice things steal.
Buttons landed on his feet, as he seemed to do a lot as a cat, and looked around the dinning room a little bemused. He'd seen a lot of strange things in his life, but nothing quite matched the experiences he'd witnessed since the adventurers arrived in town. It was obvious the Bob that had just departed wasn't the real Bob. Buttons had suspected it was him at first, maybe under the spell that the Annie girl put on him or something like that, but after being called an abomination and watching Bob simply disappear, there was clearly something more going on.
Still, whatever was going on of late in Waise, wasn't Buttons main concern. His only real prerogative, as it had been since his wife shot through with the kids a while back, was finding a witch - or anyone at all - who was able to put his soul back back into his human body again. I mean, being trapped in a cats body had its benefits, but there were way to many restrictions for a human soul to ever get use too.
"I really should have asked that Revel guy to help me out..." Buttons says to himself, pausing to lick his paw and give his face a wipe; "...But that fish was just so damn good. I guess it slipped my mind for a moment."
Deciding to leave the kitchen and continue his search, Buttons exits the small opening in the door and finds his friend Jack leaning somberly against the wall across the hall.
"Oh, hi Jack!" Buttons said and, unable to help himself, rubs up against the mans ankle with a little meow. "Fancy meeting you in a place like this." Taking a seat by Jack feet and looking back at the dinning room entrance, he just has to; "Should I even bother to mention the weird crap that just happened inside that room? ...By the defeated glint in your eye, I'm guessing I probably don't. By the way, you have a slug on your boot."
Sluggy, who happened catch hold of Jack boot for a free ride, and realizing his covers been broken, looks up at Jack and screams;
"I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me - I'm a very fragile creature!" His eyes flail around in despair. "If you just put me up on the wall or something, I can take it from there!"
Jack looks down at Buttons as he enters the hallway. "Hey, Buttons. And yeah, 'weird' stuff for me as well. It was Boris for me. How about you?" He then looks down at Sluggy as the little slug panics. He kneels down, picking up Sluggy off his boot with his free hand. "A talking slug, eh? You're the same one that was on Trixie's shoulder earlier, I take it?" He stands back up, planting Sluggy onto the wall nearby. "There you go. Guess things didn't quite work out with Trixie, then?"
"Boris, huh?" Buttons gives a nod. "Bob for me. Bob's my human body, by the way. You know, that vacant lot you might have seen staggering round the place? Been wanting to get my soul back in there for a while now." He looks back at the dining room with a kitty frown, "Let me tell ya, Jack, it wasn't a pretty sight. And apparently I'm an abomination, so.... Go figure...."
He watches as Jack picks up Sluggy and attaches him to the wall.
Sluggy's relieved that Jack turns out to be a gentle giant, giving Jack a big mushy smile as he places him on the wall.
"Thanks for that!" He calls out, groping his way up further for added safety; "And yeah, that Trixie, mighty pleasing to the eyes, but really only good for a quick fling, you know. Especially now she's about to die. Probably wouldn't have worked out anyway.... In any case, be see'n around, Jack, and thanks again for the lift!"
Buttons casually watches as the slug starts making his slow ascent, then looks back at Jack with one brow raised.
"So... any idea what's going on around here?"
Trixie quickly reacts and dodges out of the way of Orson's attack. Since this is a dining room, it shouldn't be too hard to find something to use. She spots a knife laying on the ground nearby, must have fallen off the table during the fight. She quickly picks it up and tries to stab Orson, being careful not to get in the way of his dagger.
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
While Chissy is having a not so pleasant dream, Betty rips off one of her sleeves and uses it to wrap around the injury on Chissy's tail to stop all that bleeding. COINCIDENTALLY, this just so happened to take place while that big ol angry Chissy in her dreams was clawing at the baby Chissy, so the sleeping Chissy didn't notice enough to actually wake up or anything.
A little while after that, by ways I can't even describe, Betty falls to sleep as well. So there they are, both of em lay'n on the floor sleep'n, the little dragon all wrapped up in Betty's arms.
Betty has a dream about a cute family of beavers having a picnic in a park.
Unfortunatley, Betty tends to snore real loud and talk in her sleep!
This is when Ezmond realizes there must be something really wrong with this really weird fella. Holding the mans head up, he takes a good long look into his eyes and discovers the problem!
"Well, gosh O my, and color me pink on Sunday, it would seem to me you have misplaced that soul of yours, young man! I ain't seen a case of a displaced soul for quite some many years, to be perfectly honest - But don't you go fretting now! Long as good ol Ezmond can find where your soul be hiding, he won't have any big issue sticking it right back in its place for ya there!"
Taking him by the hand, Ezmond leads Bob out of the library in search of his soul, and it sure is a pleasant surprise to see the house isn't all bent out of shape no more!
((OOC: I'll respond to you soon, I'm waiting for someone else to answer a question of mine regarding things regarding reviving Fin before I can post, please wait warmly))
At first, Maras is confused as to where Ezra has wandered off to. Didn't he say he wanted to meet Ei or something? His train of thought is suddenly interrupted however as Annie and Ei enter the room.
"Ah! Lady Ei!" Maras says as he notices Ei before turning his attention to Annie. "This must be Miss Annie, correct?"
Maras doesn't really wait for a response before bowing, to which Ei responds with a chuckle.
"Yes, this is Annie. Annie, this is Maras, one of my subordinates. Speaking of subordinates, where's Lyudmila run off to this time?"
"Last time I saw her she was passed out drunk in the dining room. Then only me and Ezra were left and went to look around for the others. Now Ezra is gone too..." Maras responds, as he looks around the room to see if Ezra is still elsewhere in the room.
"Ezra? Who's that?" Ei responds with a confused stare.
"Ah, he claims you saved him from Hades. He wanted to thank you but now he's gone..."
"Of course I can, you see, that wasn't just an ordinary stone." Lyudmila responds, as something seems to drag Revel back towards where the rock hit the wall. Not just Revel is dragged back however, furniture and other items in the room are also being dragged towards the wall, and a large cupboard is torn from it's stationary position by the wall as well and enters a collision course with Revel, who will find it increasingly difficult to move forward the more objects collide with the back wall that was hit by the stone.
Meanwhile, Lyudmila isn't being very... helpful, using magic to create large, spiked chunks of ice that are then drawn towards the same back wall, shattering upon impact and sending large, sharp chunks of ice in various directions, particularly in Revel’s general direction.
As Ariel steps away, Renard watches with laboured breathing, appearing to regard something. He had almost lost that sword lock because it was impossible to exert much force with how small his stature was. Renard deduces that Faux wasn't actually very good at swordfighting-- he just knew lots of ridiculous techniques so he could gain the upper hand. And it worked, too; Renard only started bar fights, but Faux had taken on an army. Without Faux's actual repertoire of skills, this body wasn't very helpful at all. He breathes a small sigh; his beloved gun and cape were most likely lost forever.
There definitely was something wrong with Ariel, what with his strange appearance and insistence that Renard had killed someone named 'Betty'. It came to him very slowly that he was talking about the irritating girl that had been trying to kill him earlier. He hadn't been aware of anyone else in the mansion besides him, Ariel, and the two other strange girls, but of course-- if that wretched dragon was here, so was their master. If she really was dead, then that would explain her pet running amok
Getting back to the matter, there was obviously no chance of reasoning with Ariel; after all, he had just declared that he would end his life. Whether it was some sort of magic or not, he would have to beat Ariel into submission until he came to his senses. The old-fashioned way.
A continuous scraping is heard as Renard, his sword being dragged across the ground, slowly and silently walks towards Ariel.
Maras shakes his head at Silas, apparently unimpressed. After giving the spear a twist, he withdraws the spear and vanishes. The door to the dining room is now ajar.
Silas is free to leave.
Trixie manages to avoid Orson’s slashing attack and drives the knife into his torso. A violet light moves over Orson’s body. In that same moment, Orson has secured her wrists, pinning her to the wall in a cross formation. His hold is too strong to break. Behind his hood, his face close to hers, she can hear him drawing a deep breath, analyzing her scent. His tongue then extends from a slot in his hood and glides over her face, her nose and lips. Done with his sample, he pressed in aside her face and whispers in her ear;
“Now… we now you. You are of no concern to us. Your taste is but savory. Do not get in our way lest you perish.”
In the closing of his words, Trixie finds herself alone in the room. The door is now ajar. She is free to leave.
Revel seems to be enjoying the phenomenon taking place around him. He is laughing delightedly when the many items, furniture and cupboard break apart on contact with him.
The large, sharp chunks of ice, however, impale Revel’s body overall. In turn he appears no more to be a man, rather of water in the form of a man that soon drops to a puddle on the floor.
Before Lyudmila can react, the water has rushed across the floor and rises up over her person. She is now enveloped in water. She can feel it enter her ears, her nose, her mouth and every orifice of her body. She is overcome and unable to move. She cannot breathe. As it feels that she may soon run short on oxygen and pass out, she hears a voice whisper in her ear;
“Now… we know you. Your essence is sweet. ...Yet the rule of your mistress is hazardous. Do not get in our way lest you perish. Go, tell the one that rules your existence: The child is ours now… and forever.”
In the closing of his words, Lyudmila is once again able to breathe. The water is gone. Revel is no longer present. The door to the dining room is ajar. She is free to leave.
Annie seems… distant. She offers no more than a faint nod to Mara’s upon his introduction.
When Ezra is mentioned, a small smile grows on her face as she turns to Ei.
“Hades…. Hell. No one can save those unable to be saved.”
Ezra climbs the steps to the attic and enters the room. He stands over the bed, upon which is Annie’s sealed chamber.
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Trixie was rather disgusted and shocked by what Orson just did to her. At least she stabbed him, though. Trixie whips his saliva off onto her cloak, and leaves the room, quickly.
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
OOC: Is the injury still there?
IC: Silas grunts and immediately walks out the door, slamming it behind him loud enough to be noticed by anyone in the next room.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
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?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
"So he's your real body, then. How'd you end up in a cat?" It seemed Buttons- or, Bob, rather- was an abomination, and he was of no threat. Jack wondered what the Order had called Sluggy, if they had called him anything at all. He found it... unlikely that whatever apparition Sluggy had encountered in the kitchen would have licked him. He knew he wouldn't have. But he wouldn't have licked other people's faces, either, so there was also that.
"I'm not sure what's going on, Buttons... or should I call you Bob? Well, anyways, I can only assume that whatever is going on, it has to do with those robed guys. And it would seem we all got separated into our own version of the dining room, somehow. Some kind of... spacial magic, maybe. So far you and the slug have both emerged from the kitchen, and I'm waiting to see if anyone else does."
As Trixie leaves the room, Jack is standing across the hallway, a few feet from her. He waves, starting, "And here's one of them now. Welcome back to some sense of normal reality, Trixie. I take it you just fought someone as well?"
And as Silas makes his entry into the hallway, he encounters the same sight, albeit with Trixie now there as well. "Hello, Silas. Welcome back to what I can only hope is reality and not another illusion or something. Seems like your encounter didn't go very well."
Trixie did a simple nod. "Yes....Somebody named...Orson. He licked me, and tried to stab me...he also said something about me staying out of the way or I'd die or something..." she replied with a sigh.
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
"Of course it didn't! Why else would I look this grumpy!" he yells extremely loudly, gesturing to his foot, now with a hole through it. "Now my favorite pair of boots are ruined! And I don't see any place here that can replace them!" he continues to shout. He clearly cares more about his boots being ruined than his injury.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
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?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
"Hm. Sounds like we had the same experience then, although for me it was Boris. I'm fairly certain it wasn't the real Boris, though, and I'd guess the same goes for the Orson you encountered."
Jack looks down at Silas's boot, stating, "Well, uh, perhaps not here, but I'm sure we can find someone who can replace or repair it later."
Trixie rose an eyebrow. "Weird. We should get out of this place, don't you think? Unlock the mystery of the town and leave before we all die?"
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
Renard obviously wasn't willing to answer Ariel's question, which, consider the circumstances, wasn't really a surprise. After all, he was obviously not in his right frame of mind, killing Betty being the first and clear sign of that. And now he thought that advancing upon Ariel was a good idea? The demented little man had something else coming if he thought in his deranged state that he had any hope of coming out on top of a fight with an angel that has millenniums of sword fighting experience.
Thinking on the situation some more, it was clear, even though Renard had killed Betty - or so it seemed - that the little man was not in his right frame of mind, and therefore punishing him for this crime would be punishing someone for the actions out of their own control. In light of this fact alone, Ariel considered the many ways he could take Renard down without killing him, hopefully knock him back to his senses at the same time.
On a side note, Ariel isn't feeling too crash hot at the moment, the changes his body was going through on account of his recent transgression was playing havoc with his body. The fever persisted, his bones were aching, his skin was crawling, all signs of a junkie going through withdrawals - or, in Ariel's case - signs that the angelic side of his chemistry was being stripped away and replaced with something else. But these initial symptoms weren't severe enough to inhibit his swordplay... not for the moment, anyway.
"Answer the question!" Ariel demands of him, wincing a little at the sound of Renard's sword dragging on the floor; "Don't do something you're going to regret - because I'm telling you now, going blade to blade with me is definitely something you're going to regret."
"Well, it's kind of a long story," Buttons seems too lazy to go into detail, possibly because doing so wouldn't help his situation in the end. "Long story short; I met a girl, we fell in love, got married, had a couple of kids." Buttons sighs. "After all that I discovered she was a witch, therefore a liar. An argument ensued and she subsequently stuck my soul into the body of the family pet. Yours truly. Then that wretched witch was nice enough to shoot through with the kids and leave me here like this. As it turns out, though," Buttons regards the slug up on the wall; "Apparently Sluggy encountered my Ex after she shot through, in the next town over from here. I guess Jane is leaving a trail of talking animals along the countryside. First thing I'm gonna do when I get back into my human body is hunt that filthy witch down and put an end to her rampage."
"Call me whatever you want, just don't call me late for dinner, especially if fish is on the menu. Honestly though, Jack, I'm more concerned about getting back into my human body than anything else. These fleas are really annoying. But yeah, definitely some sort of powerful illusion magic going on around here." He looks drearily at the door to the dining room again. "In any case, these dark robed guys, if that's who is actually responsible for the crap going on around here, don't really have any further interest in this so called 'abomination'. To be perfectly straight with you though, I don't really feel like they're the biggest threat around here."
Buttons gives a familiar nod to Trixie when she enters the room, but didn't have anything to add for the time being.
Buttons gives another nod to the old guy when he walks into the hall, and once the geezer finished yelling, Buttons shakes his head with a mournful sigh, and asks; "Yeeeaaahh, I don't think all that yelling is gonna help anything. God knows it's already giving me a headache. Anyway, pleased to meet you. I'm Buttons, formerly known as the human, Bob. You might have seen him wandering around the place like an idiot in his evening attire. So embarrassing.... By the way, in my own honest opinion, your boots kinda suck, so I wouldn't be getting too upset over their loss. All I'm saying is, there are a lot of other more important issues going on around here, old man. You also might want to think about plugging that hole with something before you bleed to death, if that matters to you at all...."
After giving Silas a piece of his mind, Buttons just stared at Trixie until this point, at which time his eyes thin out as he shakes his head.
"I'm pretty sure that's easier said than done, cupcake," He tells her in a condescending manner. "and don't worry, I'm pretty sure if they wanted you dead you wouldn't have made it out of the dining room."
After nibbling a flea on his hind leg, he looks back to Jack with question;
"You know what, come to think about it, I'm more inclined to find that little girl more of a threat than anyone else I've seen around here. The problems around Waise have only increased since she reared her ugly noggin. You know the little girl I'm talking about, right? You might have seen her running around town like a bloodthirsty wacko? Anyway, she did something with my human body back at the arena. Some sort of spell or something. ...I'm tell'n ya, there's something very wrong about that girl. If you ask me, killing that nut job will solve a lot problems around here."
Meanwhile, Sluggy continues to make his very slow ascent up the wall and down the hallway, listening to the conversation taking place behind him. Something Buttons said gives him an idea, an idea so good that he has to stop for a moment just to flail his eyes with amazement.
Trixie shrugged. "I literally have no idea what you are talking about there, sure if this girl is really as bad as your saying, then maybe she does deserve to be killed, or at least incapacitated. But what are those figures that attacked us? Who are they, if they aren't appearing what they appear to be?" she says, whispering to Buttons.
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
Thankfully Chisille didn't wake up when she was having her tail patched up, though sometime through the night, even though she was very tired from all the activity she was forced to do, she woke up from the loud snoring since it was instinctual that she should check everything in case it was a danger. When she realized what was creating the noise, for the first time she also realized where she was. In Betty's arms.
Honestly, she didn't care that she was so close to a human at the time. With no real danger around the room, she decided to go back to sleep despite the loud snoring. However what she remembered of her dream and what it told her to do floated about in her mind. She didn't... want to do it, but there was still the sense of satisfaction that came with it. At the very least she wasn't going to try it without asking permission first. Eventually she fell asleep again. At least this time she wasn't disturbed by a nightmare.
She just slept, then slept some more until morning arrived... whenever that was... sometime later probably, when the sun came up. Sleeping till morning...
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
Silas shakes his head, sternly announcing "No, of course not!" The demeanor currently exhibited by Silas was not quite himself, at least not like the Silas that Jack met in the church.
"Talking cat?" he asks. "Eh, not the weirdest thing I've seen," he sighs. Kneeling down to the cat, he then darkly mutters "Oh, the injury will heal itself in time, and I don't particularly care about this body right now..." Suddenly, he returns to a cheery grin and gets back up, noting "If the rest of the party won't come here, maybe we could leave and leave them a note?"
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
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?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Lyudmila shakes her head at the voice, and looks around the now-empty room before sighing and walking to a nearby wall.
"She's not gonna be happy." Lyudmila says to herself as she places her hand on the wall, and a pitch-black doorway opens. Lyudmila walks through it and the doorway closes behind her, leaving the room empty.
As Ezra enters the attic, the runes Ei placed on the floor faintly start glowing. As Ezra approaches the bed, he hears a voice, and becomes unable to move.
"Who are you?" the voice says, coming from behind Ezra. Or was it next to Ezra? They can't tell. Either that or they forgot. He doesn't have a long time to think though as the voice repeats it's question, sounding more commanding this time. "Who. Are. You..."
"Is that so? I've seen people be saved before. Though, I think it'd depend on who is being saved and who's doing the saving. Anyway, Annie, I wanted to ask you something." Ei says, as she turns away from Annie.
"I've been... meaning to ask you this for a while now but... I didn't... but, what I wanted to ask you was..."
Ei turns to look directly at Annie, her red eyes glowing brilliantly.
"Are you the real Annie, or is the Order trying to trick me?"
As Fin shakes the figure's hand, the figure slowly fades away and the surroundings fade into a void. Soon, Fin is all alone in the darkness.
"This will be your last chance at life. If you perish again, nothing can bring you back. Even ones most skilled at ressurecting the dead will be powerless to bring you back."
Fin then wakes up again in the mansion, while a person he's never seen before is fighting with the person who tried to safe him, with all the wounds on his body having healed.
"You have 24 hours to ask the question. Fail and your life shall end again. I'd make haste if I were you. And be careful, there might be some... side-effects to being revived." A voice in his head says, reminding him of the encounter he just had.