Trixie would normally be humored by things like this however she approached the baby, or rather: Revel, with a slightly angry glare. "Whats wrong with Trixie? Whats wrong with you?? You simply toy around with everything you see and all you do is fool around! Reminds Trixie of someone, but thats besides the point. Its not Trixie's fault she died!" she shouted and paced around for a few seconds. "You know what? Fine then. Trixie knows she is powerless against....gods and all that...she accepts her fate!" she snickered.
"Steady on horsey, don't go getting your nickers in a knot." Revel burps and takes another swig. "I didn't actually have anything to do with your pointless death. But don't worry your little head, your death wasn't completely in vain, you've made a certain sexual predator extremely happy." He finishes off his beer and flings the bottle carelessly over his shoulder. It falls out of the sky and lands on the head of an Eskimo two hundred year in the future, killing him instantly. "Still, since I feel somehow responsible for you after turning you human, I have a little question that you might find interest in answering... that is, of course, if having a second shot at life interests you."
Another beer appears in hand and he offers it to Trixie, holding it out to her. Before she can respond, he says, "Didn't think so" and takes back the offer, twists open the cap and starts drinking again.
"Here's the thing! Since my only son has actually defeated his own mental capacity and learnt something worthwhile today, I feel like celebrating by being a little generous with your sorry excuse for an existence. I guess you could say your death was perfectly timed. So tell me...." He takes another sip. "If you were given the opportunity to returned to the land of the living, who would you be? - Now, before you answer, I'm gonna make a couple of conditions very clear. For starters, you will have no memory of your previous life, me, or anything that's happening right now. Secondly, you will never again be given another chance at a new life, so make your decision count. Maybe pick someone intelligent? So go ahead, let your imagination run wild! Who or what would you like to be? Really, anyone at all. Just tell me and I'll do it."
"Steady on horsey, don't go getting your nickers in a knot." Revel burps and takes another swig. "I didn't actually have anything to do with your pointless death. But don't worry your little head, your death wasn't completely in vain, you've made a certain sexual predator extremely happy." He finishes off his beer and flings the bottle carelessly over his shoulder. It falls out of the sky and lands on the head of an Eskimo two hundred year in the future, killing him instantly. "Still, since I feel somehow responsible for you after turning you human, I have a little question that you might find interest in answering... that is, of course, if having a second shot at life interests you."
Another beer appears in hand and he offers it to Trixie, holding it out to her. Before she can respond, he says, "Didn't think so" and takes back the offer, twists open the cap and starts drinking again.
"Here's the thing! Since my only son has actually defeated his own mental capacity and learnt something worthwhile today, I feel like celebrating by being a little generous with your sorry excuse for an existence. I guess you could say your death was perfectly timed. So tell me...." He takes another sip. "If you were given the opportunity to returned to the land of the living, who would you be? - Now, before you answer, I'm gonna make a couple of conditions very clear. For starters, you will have no memory of your previous life, me, or anything that's happening right now. Secondly, you will never again be given another chance at a new life, so make your decision count. Maybe pick someone intelligent? So go ahead, let your imagination run wild! Who or what would you like to be? Really, anyone at all. Just tell me and I'll do it."
Trixie was somewhat flattered by what he did, and what he said though she rose an eyebrow at the offer he made. She mainly ignored what she viewed as 'pointless banter and antics' by what Revel did, she stopped her pacing. "A second chance at life? Anything Trixie wants to be..." she muttered to herself. "For Starters Trixie would like to live a long, long life. Immortal perhaps. Theres those others....Annie...the order and that other one...whoever they are. They are powerful right? Being a magiciation...for the majority of Trixie's life...didn't show power at all...it showed illusion and weakness...not real magic." she sighed and paced around once more. "Instead of showing off, Trixie could be a hero....Powerful hero...someone young, girl obviously. It would be more fun to discover Trixie's powers as she goes along..." she looked down and sighed again, stopping her pacing and looking him in the eye. "Tell me of what you know of the powerful ones. I want to be like them. Instead of being show offy, I could be sneaky...heroic...young...mysterious...smart..." she said firmly, dropping her 3rd person.
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Boris, being such a big man and further away from the blast than Buttons and the others, was only set of balance by the explosion. He regained his balance and smiled broadly at Jack as he turned to Boris and asks about what happened. Being very impatient, Boris ignores everything else and just rushes to Jack, answering;
"Oh! Mr. Jack!" He grabs Jack by the shoulders and gives him a good friendly, excited shake; "Something very BIG happened to Boris! Boris visited a cave from long ago and stopped Boris from killing a dragon!"
To Jack, this probably would have made very little sense but, if Jack had his wits about him, he would have noticed that Boris no longer had Revel Yell on his back.
"The dragon Boris killed no longer dead, Mr. Jack, the dragon no longer dead!
Jack manages to maintain his focus as Boris shakes him, listening to his story. Something about a dragon from the past no longer being dead, and a cave? Could that have been where Boris ended up when he vanished after dinner? Given what Revel had related to him, and what that meant Boris truly was, it was certainly a possibility. It was then that he noticed Boris no longer had Revel Yell with him. "The dragon you killed? I didn't know about that. Congratulations on... un-killing it? Though I do have to ask," he states, indicating towards Boris's back, "What happened to Revel Yell? Did you leave it behind or something?"
He glances over at 'Trixie' who, to say the least, seems to be acting strangely. Jack can't help but wonder if the explosion had something to do with her sudden shift in behavior.
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Trixie was somewhat flattered by what he did, and what he said though she rose an eyebrow at the offer he made. She mainly ignored what she viewed as 'pointless banter and antics' by what Revel did, she stopped her pacing. "A second chance at life? Anything Trixie wants to be..." she muttered to herself. "For Starters Trixie would like to live a long, long life. Immortal perhaps. Theres those others....Annie...the order and that other one...whoever they are. They are powerful right? Being a magiciation...for the majority of Trixie's life...didn't show power at all...it showed illusion and weakness...not real magic." she sighed and paced around once more. "Instead of showing off, Trixie could be a hero....Powerful hero...someone young, girl obviously. It would be more fun to discover Trixie's powers as she goes along..." she looked down and sighed again, stopping her pacing and looking him in the eye. "Tell me of what you know of the powerful ones. I want to be like them. Instead of being show offy, I could be sneaky...heroic...young...mysterious...smart..." she said firmly, dropping her 3rd person.
While Trixie is muttering and attempting to reason with herself, baby Revel yawns a couple of times, finishes his beer, then fashions his lips over the neck of the bottle to make some hollow sounding tunes. The music sounds quite nice, if not a little haunting. When Trixie finally asks for his advice, he stops blowing into the spout and tosses the bottle carelessly over his shoulder again. This time the bottle appears in space in the year 2063 and topples into the opening of a propulsion system to a newly designed space craft, causing said propulsion system to malfunction... and ultimately sets human space travel back another 50 years.
"Sometimes people just aren't ready for new things." Revel looks at Trixie, removing the glasses from his face. "Take it from me, as the old expression goes - and for a very good reason - knowledge is one of the greatest powers of all. Why not try and be at least a little smart about your decision here today. After all, you don't want to mess this up. I'm not going to make any decisions for you, but you're running out of time, I have places to go and people to humiliate, so hurry up and make a decision. Here, I'll make it easy on you, as I can see you're having a great deal of trouble with this.... Just imagine being someone. Give them a name, imagine what their personality is like, what their interests are, what talents they have and what they find important in life. See them in your minds eye where words could never be enough to describe, and I'll do the rest."
Jack manages to maintain his focus as Boris shakes him, listening to his story. Something about a dragon from the past no longer being dead, and a cave? Could that have been where Boris ended up when he vanished after dinner? Given what Revel had related to him, and what that meant Boris truly was, it was certainly a possibility. It was then that he noticed Boris no longer had Revel Yell with him. "The dragon you killed? I didn't know about that. Congratulations on... un-killing it? Though I do have to ask," he states, indicating towards Boris's back, "What happened to Revel Yell? Did you leave it behind or something?"
He glances over at 'Trixie' who, to say the least, seems to be acting strangely. Jack can't help but wonder if the explosion had something to do with her sudden shift in behavior.
Boris releases his grip on Jack and steps away, the joy on his face running away as he slowly reaches back to confirm the absence of Revel Yell. Groping a few times at the air, he then turns in a circle several times reaching and grasping like a dog chasing his own tail, before he stops and releases a long winded sigh of disappointment.
"Daw.... Jack, why Boris so dumb?" Despite his limited intellect, Boris in that moment just so happened to consider the possibility that Revel Yell did in fact come from the dragon he killed, and had now saved the life of. His face became pale at the thought of no longer having the weapon. "Dragon not dead any more... so Boris have no more dragon bone...." He hangs his head pouting, shoulders slumped.
Trixie is still lustfully examining her body with heaving, excited breath when she notices Jack looking at her with a curious notion in his eye. She steps away from the wall, her fingers wriggling by her sides as she plans her next move. Dropping her face to look at Jack seductively from the top of her eyes, she does a little catwalk towards him, runs her finger down his chest in a slick, snake-like pattern, and says;
"Hey there, handsome...." Her tongue runs slowly across her upper lip. "Don't tell me you prefer slugs over... this." She giggles softly and bites her lip for a moment, bringing her hand up to caress his ear. "You can call me Herman... honey."
Bob, after thanking Ezmond, turns his sights to Jack and places one hand firmly on his shoulder, interrupting the interaction with Herman. "Thank you for taking care of me, Jack. I'm in your debt. And by the way, My names Bob. It's good to meet you properly."
Boris releases his grip on Jack and steps away, the joy on his face running away as he slowly reaches back to confirm the absence of Revel Yell. Groping a few times at the air, he then turns in a circle several times reaching and grasping like a dog chasing his own tail, before he stops and releases a long winded sigh of disappointment.
"Daw.... Jack, why Boris so dumb?" Despite his limited intellect, Boris in that moment just so happened to consider the possibility that Revel Yell did in fact come from the dragon he killed, and had now saved the life of. His face became pale at the thought of no longer having the weapon. "Dragon not dead any more... so Boris have no more dragon bone...." He hangs his head pouting, shoulders slumped.
"Well, don't worry, Boris. Perhaps you'll find a way to get it back? We can find you a new weapon to use in the meantime," Jack attempts to reassure the large man.
Trixie is still lustfully examining her body with heaving, excited breath when she notices Jack looking at her with a curious notion in his eye. She steps away from the wall, her fingers wriggling by her sides as she plans her next move. Dropping her face to look at Jack seductively from the top of her eyes, she does a little catwalk towards him, runs her finger down his chest in a slick, snake-like pattern, and says;
"Hey there, handsome...." Her tongue runs slowly across her upper lip. "Don't tell me you prefer slugs over... this." She giggles softly and bites her lip for a moment, bringing her hand up to caress his ear. "You can call me Herman... honey."
"Well... I can't say I've thought much about it, but I don't suppose I would... Herman."
Jack is unsure what to think of the new Trixie. Or... Herman. If nothing else, 'she' certainly seemed to be using much more in the way of body language. Given the comment about slugs, Jack could only assume that the explosion ripped the soul out of the slug from earlier and transferred it into her. Which might lead one to wonder about what happened to Trixie's soul, but this train of thought was soon interrupted by another.
Bob, after thanking Ezmond, turns his sights to Jack and places one hand firmly on his shoulder, interrupting the interaction with Herman. "Thank you for taking care of me, Jack. I'm in your debt. And by the way, My names Bob. It's good to meet you properly."
Jack turns to Bob as the latter places his hand on the former's shoulder. "And you as well, Bob. I suppose the last step in tying up lose ends for you would be seeking vengeance against that witch that put you in Button's body in the first place, then? Preferably before she does the same to more men." He glances at Magebuster hanging from his waist. It would be helpful against such a foe, but given her apparent inclination towards curses, another item he knew of might've been more useful... but that was in the past. Returning his attention to Bob, he adds, "If you do seek out that vengeance, I'd be glad to assist you in doing so- hunting down such individuals is my profession, after all- though I have business to take care of in this town first."
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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.
"Well, don't worry, Boris. Perhaps you'll find a way to get it back? We can find you a new weapon to use in the meantime," Jack attempts to reassure the large man.
Boris nods with Jack's attempt to comfort, but he wasn't truly feeling it. He really just wanted his bone back, but he didn't want to kill the dragon to get it either. He scratches his head, concentrating hard to try and think of other options.
"Well... I can't say I've thought much about it, but I don't suppose I would... Herman."
Jack is unsure what to think of the new Trixie. Or... Herman. If nothing else, 'she' certainly seemed to be using much more in the way of body language. Given the comment about slugs, Jack could only assume that the explosion ripped the soul out of the slug from earlier and transferred it into her. Which might lead one to wonder about what happened to Trixie's soul, but this train of thought was soon interrupted by another.
Jack turns to Bob as the latter places his hand on the former's shoulder. "And you as well, Bob. I suppose the last step in tying up lose ends for you would be seeking vengeance against that witch that put you in Button's body in the first place, then? Preferably before she does the same to more men." He glances at Magebuster hanging from his waist. It would be helpful against such a foe, but given her apparent inclination towards curses, another item he knew of might've been more useful... but that was in the past. Returning his attention to Bob, he adds, "If you do seek out that vengeance, I'd be glad to assist you in doing so- hunting down such individuals is my profession, after all- though I have business to take care of in this town first."
Herman is disappointed by Bobs interruption and grimaces at him, looking his attire up and down as she does so. She crosses her arms stroppily and huffs. She listens to their conversation for a while then looks up at Boris with a cunning smirk.
"Hey there big boy... maybe I could help get your bone back."
Boris didn't pick up on the innuendo, but the tone of her voice told him enough. Distracted from his contemplation he raises his narrow glare at her.
"You a very naughty girl. Boris doesn't like you at all. You might be a pretty lady, but your words make you ugly! Ladies are meant to have discretion - even Boris knows that much, miss. Boris doesn't want help from a woman like you."
Herman seems genuinely surprised by Boris' reply. "Well damn.... Who saw that coming?" Twisting her nose up, she turns away, gives Jack a kiss on the cheek and starts walking down the hall. "Fine, boys, I'll find a real man somewhere else." She hardly even takes ten steps before stopping at Silas, approaching him in much the same as she had approached Jack a minute before.
"Well how you doing there, Sweetie Pie? Looks like you might be a man of experience." She runs her fingers down the bristly hair of his face. "I'm ready for my lesson."
Bob is slowly shaking his head, genuinely amazed at Herman's behavior. After watching her walk away, he looks back at Jack with a nod. "Takes all sorts, I guess. But yes, I'd like to take you up on that offer. As far as I can tell, Jane, that's her name, was responsible for sticking Herman's soul into the slug as well. Not that I might blame her in this case. But it's true, Jane needs to be stopped. I was married to her a number of years before I even found out she was a witch. She's a clever one, Jack, and she also has my two kids with her. I'd prefer they don't get hurt. Nonetheless, we have a plan, let's work out the issues of this god forsaken town first, then go on that hunt together."
He looks at Boris. "And don't worry, Boris, I've lived in this town for most of my life and know where we could get our hands on some weapons. That is if we can get out of this house first."
He looks back at Buttons with Annie, and calls out to the cat by name, but Buttons only responds with a frightened look before returning his skittish attention to Annie again, then starts analyzing the area with a frightened demeanor.
"Buttons was our household pet, and I'd prefer to take him with me." He tells Jack with a sigh while looking over his tattered evening long johns. "But I'm hardly in a condition to safely get close to that girl (Annie) right now. I don't feel safe around her. You wouldn't mind going to fetch him for me, would you?"
Bob is slowly shaking his head, genuinely amazed at Herman's behavior. After watching her walk away, he looks back at Jack with a nod. "Takes all sorts, I guess. But yes, I'd like to take you up on that offer. As far as I can tell, Jane, that's her name, was responsible for sticking Herman's soul into the slug as well. Not that I might blame her in this case. But it's true, Jane needs to be stopped. I was married to her a number of years before I even found out she was a witch. She's a clever one, Jack, and she also has my two kids with her. I'd prefer they don't get hurt. Nonetheless, we have a plan, let's work out the issues of this god forsaken town first, then go on that hunt together."
He looks at Boris. "And don't worry, Boris, I've lived in this town for most of my life and know where we could get our hands on some weapons. That is if we can get out of this house first."
He looks back at Buttons with Annie, and calls out to the cat by name, but Buttons only responds with a frightened look before returning his skittish attention to Annie again, then starts analyzing the area with a frightened demeanor.
"Buttons was our household pet, and I'd prefer to take him with me." He tells Jack with a sigh while looking over his tattered evening long johns. "But I'm hardly in a condition to safely get close to that girl (Annie) right now. I don't feel safe around her. You wouldn't mind going to fetch him for me, would you?"
Jack watches as Herman walks off towards Silas, his prior uncertainty compounded by the kiss he had received- which, as far as Jack could remember, would be the first. Some might consider that an achievement, though he didn't feel much of a sense of pride in being kissed by the soul of an old man inhabiting the body of a horse that had been turned into a woman. Regardless, he turned his attention back to Bob when he replied to Jack's offer and, when Bob asked him to retrieve Buttons for him, Jack took a brief glance at the kitten before turning back to Bob. "I'll see what I can do."
Jack walked over to the cat, keeping some sense of caution in case Annie did anything while avoiding glancing at the naked teenager that stood further down the hallway, watching them. He knelt down, attempting to pick up Buttons and- if the kitten hadn't run off or jumped out of his arms- makes his way back to the others.
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After declaring his lack of respect for the monster, Ariel looks at Renard half smiling, hardly the image of a man going through the discomfort of physical changes or one possibly about to die. He seems playfully minded at the turn of events.
"Plan? Sure, why not." He squints, looking thoughtfully to one side for an instant, then suggests in a whisper; "Ever played piggy in the middle?"
He was hoping that Renard caught the meaning, coming right out saying 'diversion tactics' would have defeated the initial purpose had the beast heard the words. Ariel is also aware of the pistol still snugly tucked in the back of his belt.
"If it helps, grab your toy from me at the best time. I'm not good with boom-boom. - And try aiming for the peepers."
He can tell Renard is injured, but there was no time to coddle the kid, they had to make a move. He gives Renard a jerk of his head in the beasts direction. "Your lead or mine?"
In the kitchen, where Ariel is still waiting for Renard to respond in the face of attacking Ezra, the loud explosion out in the hallway is also heard. In the wake of the blast a dark shadow enters and crosses the room like a body of black smoke. It moves so fast and quietly that Ariel didn't even see it coming. It entered his body with a jolt that sends Ariel to his buttocks on the floor. He sits there in a daze for a moment as his eyes bleed red, his wings turn a deep shade of grey and his skin is covered in black, web-like lines. Two K-9 type fangs extend down from his upper jaw at the corners of his mouth. In an instant he's on his feet, his sickly looking wings fluttering as he stares at Ezra and then turns his attention to Renard, and says;
"Stay!" His voice is deep and ominous, completely unlike that of Ariels voice; "I've got this...."
Turning from Renard, Ariel, inhabited now by the demon, heads into battle against Ezra, floating above the floor as he swings his the sword at Ezra's neck with lightning speed.
The soul of Ariel, meanwhile, was thrown from Ariel's body when the demon entered, and is frantically circling the room invisible to everyone, desperately trying to come to grips with the fact that he is now no more than a ghost
Renard stands still for a few moments as his gaze wavers between Ariel and the beast, completely unaware that he was taking much too long and that the beast would surely make its move very soon. He deliberated on whether he should be the one to go-- as he was the smallest and therefore most likely the most agile of the two of them, but he was unsure of whether he could really withstand the pain from the injury he had just taken. Finally, having made his decision, he shakes his head and turns to Ariel.
"Well, given the circumstances, you should--"
Suddenly, Renard is pushed back as if a large gust of air had hit him, joined with a loud explosive noise that reminded him of the times guns had exploded in his face conveniently when he showed them off to an audience. His impractically extravagant golden coat flutters in the air briefly. As he tightly closes his eyes, he suddenly feels a great sense of dread wash over him.
The dark voice that comes from Ariel jolts him awake-- directly looking at the 'angel', he stands there dumbfounded. He really had to throw away all his preconceptions about angels; was they really different from the fairy tales that his ma had told him, or was this man just an outlier? Frozen in confusion, he watches as Ariel rushes towards the enemy.
"So, this is how you play piggy in the middle," he thinks to himself vocally. "As long as it works, I suppose..."
As the pain in his ribcage was starting to pulsate, threatening to send him into a state of agony, he quickly kneels down. Mostly out of habit, Renard faux-unsheathes his sword from the air it had been occupying, accompanied by a 'shiiiiiing' sound that he makes with his mouth. He takes aim at the duo, waiting for a clear shot as to not hit his friend.
Chisille can feel her senses once more going on edge as she sees Ezra and Vernon's fight break up, preparing herself for when Ezra might return and finish off the fight. However until that time comes, she has Vernon himself and Betty to address. With the presence of another unknown humanoid nearby, the shy feeling when it came to talking peaked again, so instead of saying anything in reply to Betty asking if she's seen him before, she simply shakes her head before returning her attention to Vernon.
With Betty's threats to get information out of Vernon, he had responded by warning them that it would be worthless to do so. Chisille didn't exactly want to beat them up for information anyway, so she felt somewhat relieved at what he said. Just like the previous question, she kept her mouth closed and let Betty answer. She figured that letting her speak for the both of them wouldn't have any catastrophic consequences if it was just introductions.
Though Chisille did have a strange thought at the back of her mind that she couldn't get rid of, just lingering for the moment. She sorta wanted to bite Vernon. Not savagely though...
Betty keeps her hands smartly on his hips while Vernon gets around to answering her question. When he finally gets around to doing just that, Betty holds out her hand for some unknown god forsaken reason to shake Vernon's. Assuming that Vernon shakes her hand, she goes ahead and introduces herself as well.
"My name is Betty, and this here dear friend of mine is Chissy. Now Chissy here is a little shy and has been through a whole gosh darn lot these last few days and I'm aiming to put a stop to it. Seems to me like you're not one of the creeps causing these problems, but if you have any information that might help us out, any information would be appreciated!"
Just then a big ol explosion is heard in another part of the mansion! Trying to ignore the noise, Betty asks Vernon again;
"In case you haven't noticed, which I gosh darn to heck think you have, there's a whole lot of weird crap going on around this town. Now you're obviously someone tough enough to handle yourself! So are ya gonna go ahead and help us or not?"
Vernon queers, dropping his glance to the young female dragon, possibly aware of her urge to take a bite of him, yet he does not respond with words. He may almost appear humored by the dragons instincts. He does continue to listen to the farm girls rantings. Though it was not an entirely long speech, he poises in a moderately exhausted fashion near the closing of her words. Perhaps he is restraining his impatience. In the end, he gives the girl a candid wink.
"I know more than I'm willing to share at this stage, Betty. I have my own issues with the species you are after. But right now I have a young girl to reunite with, maybe we can work something out along the way. How does that sound?"
Without waiting for a response, Vernon provides the young dragon a comforting nod and turns to make his way down the hall.
"Keep your senses keen." He tells them, expecting them to follow. "And you might want a physician to take a look at those wounds, dragon."
"I do not believe you have the right to call Annie your 'child'. I believe slave would be a more accurate term. As for if she is the one I seek to avenge? No, for she still lives. Those I seek to avenge have long since ceased being among the living."
"We are not so unalike." The entity draws ever closer to Ei, as yet displaying no hostility. "I, The Order, understands a sense of vengeance. But Vengeance must be tempered.
The entity does pause for a moment, before reverting to the topic of Annie:
"We have every right to call Anne our child, for that is what she is. Do not think of her as human, for she is not. She is our child. As much as a princess is daughter to a King, a Prince a son to a Queen, Anne is of direct royal bloodline to our species. This fact can not be denied, especially by ignorance such as yours. You have no idea who she is or what you are dealing with. This is why we have found it in ours and your own best interest to terminate her existence... However!"
The entity takes a further moment to allow the information settle with Ei, then continues:
"We have found you to be neither born of the light or born of the darkness. You are... what we call... Rogue. We therefore would have no interest in you had you not shown interest in our daughter. This has never happened before. An outside relationship of intimacy with one of our royal members is unprecedented. But an unprecedented event must be treated accordingly. We have therefore come to a decision that treads upon new ground for us. You may consider our decision a test of your virtue....
...I, the Order, hereby grant you pass. I assign Anne of the Redferne to your keep. Consider her your... companion from this day forth. But rest assure, Ei, if our test in your virtue fails us; If Anne's existence outside the Order creates problematic instability to the universe, and we are almost certain it will, then we will hold you solely responsible. If that happens... we will return and terminate both of you without mercy. Believe me... we have ways to terminate even those who can return from that fickle thing called death.
Furthermore, we will continue to eliminate from Waise all witnesses to our cause, with you and Anne as the only exceptions. Ei, as your own gesture of good faith in return for what we have granted you this day, we expect you will keep word about the Order silent. You will speak of us to no one, and you will not stand in the way of our task to eliminate any remaining witnesses from Waise. I hope I have made myself clear....
SO GO!" The entity waves one arm in Ei's direction, creating a tornado-type wind that encompasses her person. "Return to your lover! But take heed to what I have said this day. We will be watching. Do not fail her. Do not fail us. Do not fail the balance of life.... Or we will return with our own vengeance."
Upon the closing of the entities speech, Ei finds herself standing in the attic of the mansion, her feet planted in precisely the same place she had been taken from.
Jack watches as Herman walks off towards Silas, his prior uncertainty compounded by the kiss he had received- which, as far as Jack could remember, would be the first. Some might consider that an achievement, though he didn't feel much of a sense of pride in being kissed by the soul of an old man inhabiting the body of a horse that had been turned into a woman. Regardless, he turned his attention back to Bob when he replied to Jack's offer and, when Bob asked him to retrieve Buttons for him, Jack took a brief glance at the kitten before turning back to Bob. "I'll see what I can do."
Jack walked over to the cat, keeping some sense of caution in case Annie did anything while avoiding glancing at the naked teenager that stood further down the hallway, watching them. He knelt down, attempting to pick up Buttons and- if the kitten hadn't run off or jumped out of his arms- makes his way back to the others.
Buttons lands beside Annie. Annie rises to her feet, caressing her rounding belly. Her lack of concern denotes the explosions ineffectiveness in harming her unborn child. She stares down at the cat, partially smiling as it speaks to her in its native tongue.
"You're a cute little thing." She replies to the kitten in a gentle whisper. "I would hope for a pet like you...."
Jack approaches cautiously from down the hall. Annie is aware of his intentions. She watches intently. When Jack is near to her, she speaks in a soft and... undeniably seductive tone:
"Hello Jack. Having... fun?"
Jack crouches down to pick up the kitten, as he does so he feels something wet probing his cheek, it moves swiftly to his nose, then whips about to tickle his ear. It is Annie's tongue. Though she did not move from her position, she had extended its length the few feet it took to make contact with Jack. If he were to look up at Annie in this instant, her tongue will snap back into her now grinning mouth. One of her eyes are purple, the other red. Another voice can also be heard. This voice is unmistakably coming from within Annie's belly. The voice of the child within her womb, though its words are unknown, perhaps heard by Jack as nothing more than playful gibberish.
As the voice within her grows quiet, Annie remains perfectly still, watching Jack with only the movement of her eyes. She is allowing him to take the cat. What may then come as a surprise to Jack, is the pain in his nose... it is no longer present. His broken nose has been healed.
In the kitchen, where Ariel is still waiting for Renard to respond in the face of attacking Ezra, the loud explosion out in the hallway is also heard. In the wake of the blast a dark shadow enters and crosses the room like a body of black smoke. It moves so fast and quietly that Ariel didn't even see it coming. It entered his body with a jolt that sends Ariel to his buttocks on the floor. He sits there in a daze for a moment as his eyes bleed red, his wings turn a deep shade of grey and his skin is covered in black, web-like lines. Two canine type fangs extend down from his upper jaw at the corners of his mouth. In an instant he's on his feet, his sickly looking wings fluttering as he stares at Ezra and then turns his attention to Renard, and says;
"Stay!" His voice is deep and ominous, completely unlike that of Ariels voice; "I've got this...."
Turning from Renard, Ariel, inhabited now by the demon, heads into battle against Ezra, floating above the floor as he swings his the sword at Ezra's neck with lightning speed.
The soul of Ariel, meanwhile, was thrown from Ariel's body when the demon entered, and is frantically circling the room invisible to everyone, desperately trying to come to grips with the fact that he is now no more than a ghost.
Renard stands still for a few moments as his gaze wavers between Ariel and the beast, completely unaware that he was taking much too long and that the beast would surely make its move very soon. He deliberated on whether he should be the one to go-- as he was the smallest and therefore most likely the most agile of the two of them, but he was unsure of whether he could really withstand the pain from the injury he had just taken. Finally, having made his decision, he shakes his head and turns to Ariel.
"Well, given the circumstances, you should--"
Suddenly, Renard is pushed back as if a large gust of air had hit him, joined with a loud explosive noise that reminded him of the times guns had exploded in his face conveniently when he showed them off to an audience. His impractically extravagant golden coat flutters in the air briefly. As he tightly closes his eyes, he suddenly feels a great sense of dread wash over him.
The dark voice that comes from Ariel jolts him awake-- directly looking at the 'angel', he stands there dumbfounded. He really had to throw away all his preconceptions about angels; was they really different from the fairy tales that his ma had told him, or was this man just an outlier? Frozen in confusion, he watches as Ariel rushes towards the enemy.
"So, this is how you play piggy in the middle," he thinks to himself vocally. "As long as it works, I suppose..."
As the pain in his ribcage was starting to pulsate, threatening to send him into a state of agony, he quickly kneels down. Mostly out of habit, Renard faux-unsheathes his sword from the air it had been occupying, accompanied by a 'shiiiiiing' sound that he makes with his mouth. He takes aim at the duo, waiting for a clear shot as to not hit his friend.
For what are probably not obvious reasons, Ezra remains still in wait, possibly evaluating the dialogue between the pair, for his inhuman ears continue to flicker and twist with analysis until the moment of the explosion in the adjacent hallway. At this, Ezra flinches to a crouched position then pauses, remaining as such while his beastly eyes observe the changes in Ariel. On completion of Ariel's transformation, Ezra appears cautious. Possibly to the point of showing a trace of fear. This change in him may denote his knowledge for what has happened to the angel. For a moment, his eyes turn as if to follow something unseen around the room.
When Ariel... the demon... finally makes his move, Ezra releases an inhuman shriek and moves with equal speed from the demons path of attack. In a moment Ezra is behind the demon with his back facing Renard, while using his powerfully clawed hands to grab hold of the demons wings in an attempt to rip them savagely from his back.
Betty keeps her hands smartly on his hips while Vernon gets around to answering her question. When he finally gets around to doing just that, Betty holds out her hand for some unknown god forsaken reason to shake Vernon's. Assuming that Vernon shakes her hand, she goes ahead and introduces herself as well.
"My name is Betty, and this here dear friend of mine is Chissy. Now Chissy here is a little shy and has been through a whole gosh darn lot these last few days and I'm aiming to put a stop to it. Seems to me like you're not one of the creeps causing these problems, but if you have any information that might help us out, any information would be appreciated!"
Just then a big ol explosion is heard in another part of the mansion! Trying to ignore the noise, Betty asks Vernon again;
"In case you haven't noticed, which I gosh darn to heck think you have, there's a whole lot of weird crap going on around this town. Now you're obviously someone tough enough to handle yourself! So are ya gonna go ahead and help us or not?"
Vernon queers, dropping his glance to the young female dragon, possibly aware of her urge to take a bite of him, yet he does not respond with words. He may almost appear humored by the dragons instincts. He does continue to listen to the farm girls rantings. Though it was not an entirely long speech, he poises in a moderately exhausted fashion near the closing of her words. Perhaps he is restraining his impatience. In the end, he gives the girl a candid wink.
"I know more than I'm willing to share at this stage, Betty. I have my own issues with the species you are after. But right now I have a young girl to reunite with, maybe we can work something out along the way. How does that sound?"
Without waiting for a response, Vernon provides the young dragon a comforting nod and turns to make his way down the hall.
"Keep your senses keen." He tells them, expecting them to follow. "And you might want a physician to take a look at those wounds, dragon."
With just talking happening between the pair of humans, Chisille didn't really have much to do apart from just watching and listening, not just to the conversation in front of her, but to the other occurrences around the mansion as well. The explosion vibrating through the floorboards and up her legs was obvious to everyone, though what wouldn't have been obvious was the certain smell that she could detect wafting into the hall. Being forced to live with a wizard taught her certain things, like what the smell of an alchemical formula exploding was like. Usually it didn't smell like fresh pine, but it always had something about it when it went wrong.
'More reasons to keep alert I suppose, not that I'm ever going to stop needing to look in this place... There are smells of humans and... other things everywhere. So many of them in this place. We should leave when we can...' she thought to herself as she noticed that Vernon was watching her quite intently. He seemed to have this particular look on his face, though she had absolutely no idea what it could mean. In any case, being watched like that halted any intentions of going up to him and giving him a nip. 'I wasn't really going to do it anyway, so... why did I even think about it?' she mentally sighed. 'Must be to do with all that mind stuff that's been going on. Has to be.' she assured herself.
As Vernon turns to leave down the hall, she figures that's her and Betty's cue to start leaving as well. Provided Betty follows as well, she sticks close to her. Not too close though, she might be friendly with Betty but there's no reason to smother her legs with her own scales. Along the way Chisille looks up at her farm girl companion. "What's a physician?" she asks in a barely audible whisper.
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"We are not so unalike." The entity draws ever closer to Ei, as yet displaying no hostility. "I, The Order, understands a sense of vengeance. But Vengeance must be tempered.
The entity does pause for a moment, before reverting to the topic of Annie:
"We have every right to call Anne our child, for that is what she is. Do not think of her as human, for she is not. She is our child. As much as a princess is daughter to a King, a Prince a son to a Queen, Anne is of direct royal bloodline to our species. This fact can not be denied, especially by ignorance such as yours. You have no idea who she is or what you are dealing with. This is why we have found it in ours and your own best interest to terminate her existence... However!"
The entity takes a further moment to allow the information settle with Ei, then continues:
"We have found you to be neither born of the light or born of the darkness. You are... what we call... Rogue. We therefore would have no interest in you had you not shown interest in our daughter. This has never happened before. An outside relationship of intimacy with one of our royal members is unprecedented. But an unprecedented event must be treated accordingly. We have therefore come to a decision that treads upon new ground for us. You may consider our decision a test of your virtue....
...I, the Order, hereby grant you pass. I assign Anne of the Redferne to your keep. Consider her your... companion from this day forth. But rest assure, Ei, if our test in your virtue fails us; If Anne's existence outside the Order creates problematic instability to the universe, and we are almost certain it will, then we will hold you solely responsible. If that happens... we will return and terminate both of you without mercy. Believe me... we have ways to terminate even those who can return from that fickle thing called death.
Furthermore, we will continue to eliminate from Waise all witnesses to our cause, with you and Anne as the only exceptions. Ei, as your own gesture of good faith in return for what we have granted you this day, we expect you will keep word about the Order silent. You will speak of us to no one, and you will not stand in the way of our task to eliminate any remaining witnesses from Waise. I hope I have made myself clear....
SO GO!" The entity waves one arm in Ei's direction, creating a tornado-type wind that encompasses her person. "Return to your lover! But take heed to what I have said this day. We will be watching. Do not fail her. Do not fail us. Do not fail the balance of life.... Or we will return with our own vengeance."
Upon the closing of the entities speech, Ei finds herself standing in the attic of the mansion, her feet planted in precisely the same place she had been taken from.
Ei curiously listens to The Order's information, their promises and their threats until she finds herself back in the attic again. She looks around the room, cautious about the potential risk of another illusion. After she concludes that there is no other illusion, she looks around the room. It takes her all of three seconds to realise Annie is gone and that it's daytime, but she soon figures out that Annie probably woke up and is in another part of the building. Deciding that it's probably a good idea to go and find her, Ei fades into a thin, black smoke, leaving the attic empty.
Buttons lands beside Annie. Annie rises to her feet, caressing her rounding belly. Her lack of concern denotes the explosions ineffectiveness in harming her unborn child. She stares down at the cat, partially smiling as it speaks to her in its native tongue.
"You're a cute little thing." She replies to the kitten in a gentle whisper. "I would hope for a pet like you...."
Jack approaches cautiously from down the hall. Annie is aware of his intentions. She watches intently. When Jack is near to her, she speaks in a soft and... undeniably seductive tone:
"Hello Jack. Having... fun?"
Jack crouches down to pick up the kitten, as he does so he feels something wet probing his cheek, it moves swiftly to his nose, then whips about to tickle his ear. It is Annie's tongue. Though she did not move from her position, she had extended its length the few feet it took to make contact with Jack. If he were to look up at Annie in this instant, her tongue will snap back into her now grinning mouth. One of her eyes are purple, the other red. Another voice can also be heard. This voice is unmistakably coming from within Annie's belly. The voice of the child within her womb, though its words are unknown, perhaps heard by Jack as nothing more than playful gibberish.
As the voice within her grows quiet, Annie remains perfectly still, watching Jack with only the movement of her eyes. She is allowing him to take the cat. What may then come as a surprise to Jack, is the pain in his nose... it is no longer present. His broken nose has been healed.
"You want a kitten? We could get a kitten if you want one." Ei says, her voice coming from behind Annie as the black smoke gathers and Ei emerges from it, holding a large cloak which she gives to Annie to wear until they find actual clothes. "Sorry for not being present earlier Annie, I had some business that needed finishing but I'm here now." She says, smiling. "Shall we go, or do you want to chat with these... people some more first?" Ei says, glaring at the other people in the hallway.
Boris nods with Jack's attempt to comfort, but he wasn't truly feeling it. He really just wanted his bone back, but he didn't want to kill the dragon to get it either. He scratches his head, concentrating hard to try and think of other options.
Herman is disappointed by Bobs interruption and grimaces at him, looking his attire up and down as she does so. She crosses her arms stroppily and huffs. She listens to their conversation for a while then looks up at Boris with a cunning smirk.
"Hey there big boy... maybe I could help get your bone back."
Boris didn't pick up on the innuendo, but the tone of her voice told him enough. Distracted from his contemplation he raises his narrow glare at her.
"You a very naughty girl. Boris doesn't like you at all. You might be a pretty lady, but your words make you ugly! Ladies are meant to have discretion - even Boris knows that much, miss. Boris doesn't want help from a woman like you."
Herman seems genuinely surprised by Boris' reply. "Well damn.... Who saw that coming?" Twisting her nose up, she turns away, gives Jack a kiss on the cheek and starts walking down the hall. "Fine, boys, I'll find a real man somewhere else." She hardly even takes ten steps before stopping at Silas, approaching him in much the same as she had approached Jack a minute before.
"Well how you doing there, Sweetie Pie? Looks like you might be a man of experience." She runs her fingers down the bristly hair of his face. "I'm ready for my lesson."
Bob is slowly shaking his head, genuinely amazed at Herman's behavior. After watching her walk away, he looks back at Jack with a nod. "Takes all sorts, I guess. But yes, I'd like to take you up on that offer. As far as I can tell, Jane, that's her name, was responsible for sticking Herman's soul into the slug as well. Not that I might blame her in this case. But it's true, Jane needs to be stopped. I was married to her a number of years before I even found out she was a witch. She's a clever one, Jack, and she also has my two kids with her. I'd prefer they don't get hurt. Nonetheless, we have a plan, let's work out the issues of this god forsaken town first, then go on that hunt together."
He looks at Boris. "And don't worry, Boris, I've lived in this town for most of my life and know where we could get our hands on some weapons. That is if we can get out of this house first."
He looks back at Buttons with Annie, and calls out to the cat by name, but Buttons only responds with a frightened look before returning his skittish attention to Annie again, then starts analyzing the area with a frightened demeanor.
"Buttons was our household pet, and I'd prefer to take him with me." He tells Jack with a sigh while looking over his tattered evening long johns. "But I'm hardly in a condition to safely get close to that girl (Annie) right now. I don't feel safe around her. You wouldn't mind going to fetch him for me, would you?"
'Silas' growls at Herman, and not in a good way. "I'm busy," he grunted. "Important work," he continued, roughly shoving Herman out of the way before returning to what appears to be writing science and magic far too complicated for any of them to understand on the walls of the mansion.
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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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Buttons lands beside Annie. Annie rises to her feet, caressing her rounding belly. Her lack of concern denotes the explosions ineffectiveness in harming her unborn child. She stares down at the cat, partially smiling as it speaks to her in its native tongue.
"You're a cute little thing." She replies to the kitten in a gentle whisper. "I would hope for a pet like you...."
Jack approaches cautiously from down the hall. Annie is aware of his intentions. She watches intently. When Jack is near to her, she speaks in a soft and... undeniably seductive tone:
"Hello Jack. Having... fun?"
Jack crouches down to pick up the kitten, as he does so he feels something wet probing his cheek, it moves swiftly to his nose, then whips about to tickle his ear. It is Annie's tongue. Though she did not move from her position, she had extended its length the few feet it took to make contact with Jack. If he were to look up at Annie in this instant, her tongue will snap back into her now grinning mouth. One of her eyes are purple, the other red. Another voice can also be heard. This voice is unmistakably coming from within Annie's belly. The voice of the child within her womb, though its words are unknown, perhaps heard by Jack as nothing more than playful gibberish.
As the voice within her grows quiet, Annie remains perfectly still, watching Jack with only the movement of her eyes. She is allowing him to take the cat. What may then come as a surprise to Jack, is the pain in his nose... it is no longer present. His broken nose has been healed.
Jack continues to avoid looking at Annie as she speaks to him. "...there's been quite a bit of... excitement as of late, though I'm not sure 'fun' is the word I'd use to describe it," he states somewhat reluctantly as he kneels to pick up Buttons; as he feels the now-known to him sensation of being licked, he grimaces, remembering the false Boris from before. Almost instinctively- and against his better judgement- he glances at Annie's face, stumbling backwards slightly as he manages to stand back up rather than fall backwards to the floor again as he realizes Annie hadn't moved at all from her position a few feet away, not to mention the grin on her face and the change in the color of her eyes. He blinks as he hears the voice of the child, uncertain what it is saying- or how it is saying it.
As the voice subsides, he rubs his face with his free hand in an attempt to wipe Annie's saliva off of it, and as his hand brushes against his nose he realizes that the sharp pain in it has disappeared completely; he presses his nose with his finger, confirming that it has healed. Looking at Annie, evidently confused, he asks, "You... fixed my nose?", uncertain what could have motivated her to do such a thing.
"You want a kitten? We could get a kitten if you want one." Ei says, her voice coming from behind Annie as the black smoke gathers and Ei emerges from it, holding a large cloak which she gives to Annie to wear until they find actual clothes. "Sorry for not being present earlier Annie, I had some business that needed finishing but I'm here now." She says, smiling. "Shall we go, or do you want to chat with these... people some more first?" Ei says, glaring at the other people in the hallway.
Jack backs off as Ei glares, something about her presence making him particularly inclined not to incur her wrath. Given her behavior with Annie, he can only assume she's both the lover that she had mentioned before, and the one that Maras had referred to as Lady Ei. He takes a breath, building up his composure before stating, "I take it you are the one that Maras and Lyudmila serve... Lady Ei?"
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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."
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'Silas' turns around to face what the commotion is all about. "Strange..." he mutters. "The host recognizes the appearance of this Ei being. It is of no consequence." He returns to continue his work on the wall. "In time," he whispered to himself, almost like a ritual chant, "all shall be consumed."
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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?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Renard, noticing the convenient opportunity, carefully tries to line up his shot. The sword shakes in his hands-- mostly due to the agonising pain in his ribs. He pauses for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and hold it long enough to keep his aim steady, a short period of time that may unfortunately leave enough time for some damage to be done to Ariel's wings.
"The two don't look too different from each other," mutters Renard as a passing observation. "Demon and beast..."
His moral compass starts to spin wildly out of control. Whoever he shoots, the outcome would not be good either way. There was no right choice to make-- only his loyalty for his friend could make his decision.
The pistol sword shoots and the air shatters with a loud crack. The bullet tears through space, and silence falls in its wake.
For what are probably not obvious reasons, Ezra remains still in wait, possibly evaluating the dialogue between the pair, for his inhuman ears continue to flicker and twist with analysis until the moment of the explosion in the adjacent hallway. At this, Ezra flinches to a crouched position then pauses, remaining as such while his beastly eyes observe the changes in Ariel. On completion of Ariel's transformation, Ezra appears cautious. Possibly to the point of showing a trace of fear. This change in him may denote his knowledge for what has happened to the angel. For a moment, his eyes turn as if to follow something unseen around the room.
When Ariel... the demon... finally makes his move, Ezra releases an inhuman shriek and moves with equal speed from the demons path of attack. In a moment Ezra is behind the demon with his back facing Renard, while using his powerfully clawed hands to grab hold of the demons wings in an attempt to rip them savagely from his back.
Renard, noticing the convenient opportunity, carefully tries to line up his shot. The sword shakes in his hands-- mostly due to the agonising pain in his ribs. He pauses for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and hold it long enough to keep his aim steady, a short period of time that may unfortunately leave enough time for some damage to be done to Ariel's wings.
"The two don't look too different from each other," mutters Renard as a passing observation. "Demon and beast..."
His moral compass starts to spin wildly out of control. Whoever he shoots, the outcome would not be good either way. There was no right choice to make-- only his loyalty for his friend could make his decision.
The pistol sword shoots and the air shatters with a loud crack. The bullet tears through space, and silence falls in its wake.
The demon is fast, but the beast Ezra is equally fast and powerful, apparently more powerful than those Order drones, one of which he had killed with ease earlier in library.
Before he knows it, Ezra is behind him and viciously pulling at Ariel's wings. The pain is excruciating, like someone attempting to pull bones out from his back. He can feel the flesh begin to rip under the strain, and Ezra's hold on him allows for very little movement. But this body wasn't the demons, and he could soon find another body to dwell in if this one died, so making a possibly damaging effort to loosen Ezra's hold was seen as his best course of action.
With all the power his angel body could generate, and despite doing so may result in losing a wing, the demon thrusts one shoulder away, causing both him and Ezra to spin in unison as the blast from Renard's weapon shattered the room.
A moment of silence fell.
The demon stood still, now in a position to stare wide-eyed at Renard as then the sound of Ariel's voice broke the quiet moment -
"Be careful with my body!"
Renard, the demon, and Ezra would have heard his voice coming from somewhere near the ceiling, echoing out as if desperately escaping the confines of another dimension just long enough to make himself known.
A second later, a fleeting ghostly image of a manlike form passed in front of Renard.
At the same time, the demon came to terms with the fact that one of Ariel's wings had come close to being torn completely from his back, but looking down at his body and feeling no other pain besides that of his wings, it was clear that Renard's shot had missed him.... But where did it strike? He turns his eyes to Ezra who had loosened his grip, and assuming that Ezra had been struck by Renard's fire, the demon raised Ariel's sword in one swift movement and drove it into Ezra's neck for a finishing blow.
"You want a kitten? We could get a kitten if you want one." Ei says, her voice coming from behind Annie as the black smoke gathers and Ei emerges from it, holding a large cloak which she gives to Annie to wear until they find actual clothes. "Sorry for not being present earlier Annie, I had some business that needed finishing but I'm here now." She says, smiling. "Shall we go, or do you want to chat with these... people some more first?" Ei says, glaring at the other people in the hallway.
Jack continues to avoid looking at Annie as she speaks to him. "...there's been quite a bit of... excitement as of late, though I'm not sure 'fun' is the word I'd use to describe it," he states somewhat reluctantly as he kneels to pick up Buttons; as he feels the now-known to him sensation of being licked, he grimaces, remembering the false Boris from before. Almost instinctively- and against his better judgement- he glances at Annie's face, stumbling backwards slightly as he manages to stand back up rather than fall backwards to the floor again as he realizes Annie hadn't moved at all from her position a few feet away, not to mention the grin on her face and the change in the color of her eyes. He blinks as he hears the voice of the child, uncertain what it is saying- or how it is saying it.
As the voice subsides, he rubs his face with his free hand in an attempt to wipe Annie's saliva off of it, and as his hand brushes against his nose he realizes that the sharp pain in it has disappeared completely; he presses his nose with his finger, confirming that it has healed. Looking at Annie, evidently confused, he asks, "You... fixed my nose?", uncertain what could have motivated her to do such a thing.
Jack backs off as Ei glares, something about her presence making him particularly inclined not to incur her wrath. Given her behavior with Annie, he can only assume she's both the lover that she had mentioned before, and the one that Maras had referred to as Lady Ei. He takes a breath, building up his composure before stating, "I take it you are the one that Maras and Lyudmila serve... Lady Ei?"
Buttons lands beside Annie. Annie rises to her feet, caressing her rounding belly. Her lack of concern denotes the explosions ineffectiveness in harming her unborn child. She stares down at the cat, partially smiling as it speaks to her in its native tongue.
"You're a cute little thing." She replies to the kitten in a gentle whisper. "I would hope for a pet like you...."
Jack approaches cautiously from down the hall. Annie is aware of his intentions. She watches intently. When Jack is near to her, she speaks in a soft and... undeniably seductive tone:
"Hello Jack. Having... fun?"
Jack crouches down to pick up the kitten, as he does so he feels something wet probing his cheek, it moves swiftly to his nose, then whips about to tickle his ear. It is Annie's tongue. Though she did not move from her position, she had extended its length the few feet it took to make contact with Jack. If he were to look up at Annie in this instant, her tongue will snap back into her now grinning mouth. One of her eyes are purple, the other red. Another voice can also be heard. This voice is unmistakably coming from within Annie's belly. The voice of the child within her womb, though its words are unknown, perhaps heard by Jack as nothing more than playful gibberish.
As the voice within her grows quiet, Annie remains perfectly still, watching Jack with only the movement of her eyes. She is allowing him to take the cat. What may then come as a surprise to Jack, is the pain in his nose... it is no longer present. His broken nose has been healed.
Little kitten Buttons doesn't run because running into unknown territory seemed just as daunting as staying put, and besides, the approaching man (Jack) seemed vaguely familiar. He looks up at Annie when she talks to him, his wide, scared eyes attempting to make some sort of sense to the emotional portrayal of what she might be saying. The ensuing interaction between Jack and Annie, which prevented Jack from actually picking Buttons up, kept Buttons curiosity. He backed away a little, but looked from Jack to Annie as they conversed. His fear was subsiding a little and didn't sense any reason to be further afraid.
Then Ei appeared, and the way she appeared was scary, and Buttons darted in an arc behind Jack for protection, and pressed his body up against his ankle for security. He looked up at Jack with a faint meow.
Bob watches on from a distance, remaining where Jack left him in the company of Boris and Ki. He feels a little anxious when Ei appears from the dark smoke; yet another powerful being to possibly lessen his chances of getting Buttons back and causing more problems around town....
"Who is that woman...?" He mutters softly to himelf. Ei seems oddly familiar to him. "I think I've seen her before...."
Boris, taking a break from his deep contemplation, steps up beside Bob and gives him a nudge with his elbow. "Don't you worry, Mr. Bob. Jack will get your kitten back. He's a very smart man."
"Uh.. yeah, thanks Boris." Bob replies and turns his look to Ki. "And hi there, kid." He holds out his hand to her, "Bob's the name, good to meet you."
It was then that the loud crack erupted from the room next door. Buttons arched his back, hissed, and dug his claws into Jack's boot. Bob jumped with a little surprise, but just kinda raised his eyebrows with a look of 'whatever', keeping his hand extended to Ki. Boris chuckled.
'Silas' growls at Herman, and not in a good way. "I'm busy," he grunted. "Important work," he continued, roughly shoving Herman out of the way before returning to what appears to be writing science and magic far too complicated for any of them to understand on the walls of the mansion.
'Silas' turns around to face what the commotion is all about. "Strange..." he mutters. "The host recognizes the appearance of this Ei being. It is of no consequence." He returns to continue his work on the wall. "In time," he whispered to himself, almost like a ritual chant, "all shall be consumed."
Herman isn't altogether disappointed by Silas' reaction, somehow it only stimulates him.
"I don't mind it rough." She says, and strokes his back with her finger as he writes his equations on the wall with his magically appearing pen. "What's that you're doing there, hun?"
As Silas turns to view the appearance of Ei, Herman places her chin on his shoulder to watch the commotion as well. She furrows her eyebrows at Ei's appearance, having never seen the shady female before, but finding out who she was was going to have to wait; his attention is instead turned to Annie, since she's the ones that's naked, and hopes she doesn't put on the coat that the newcomer has offered. But something of a curios notion grows on Herman's face.
"So you'd prefer that young pregnant girl over me?" She whispers in Silas ear.
When Silas returns his attention to his work, Herman stands back, rubbing his female chin thoughtfully.... While his soul was trapped inside a slug, he wasn't able to use his powers, since the chemistry and physical parameters of slug wouldn't allow it, but now that he was again in human form, Herman suspected he was able to tap into his powers of sorcery once more. As he considered this, he kept his eyes on Annie, while his slender female fingers wriggled by his side and a thin, hairline green mist-like substance began to coil up her arms.
"Yes..." She repeats Silas' words in a whisper; "In time... certainly in time... they will all be consumed by my lust. But I think that Annie girl will have to die -"
Herman's words were ended by the loud sound from the room next door, and he turns to look as if he could see through the wall, which of course he couldn't. "Sounds like someones fun is going off with a bang."
With just talking happening between the pair of humans, Chisille didn't really have much to do apart from just watching and listening, not just to the conversation in front of her, but to the other occurrences around the mansion as well. The explosion vibrating through the floorboards and up her legs was obvious to everyone, though what wouldn't have been obvious was the certain smell that she could detect wafting into the hall. Being forced to live with a wizard taught her certain things, like what the smell of an alchemical formula exploding was like. Usually it didn't smell like fresh pine, but it always had something about it when it went wrong.
'More reasons to keep alert I suppose, not that I'm ever going to stop needing to look in this place... There are smells of humans and... other things everywhere. So many of them in this place. We should leave when we can...' she thought to herself as she noticed that Vernon was watching her quite intently. He seemed to have this particular look on his face, though she had absolutely no idea what it could mean. In any case, being watched like that halted any intentions of going up to him and giving him a nip. 'I wasn't really going to do it anyway, so... why did I even think about it?' she mentally sighed. 'Must be to do with all that mind stuff that's been going on. Has to be.' she assured herself.
As Vernon turns to leave down the hall, she figures that's her and Betty's cue to start leaving as well. Provided Betty follows as well, she sticks close to her. Not too close though, she might be friendly with Betty but there's no reason to smother her legs with her own scales. Along the way Chisille looks up at her farm girl companion. "What's a physician?" she asks in a barely audible whisper.
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Ei curiously listens to The Order's information, their promises and their threats until she finds herself back in the attic again. She looks around the room, cautious about the potential risk of another illusion. After she concludes that there is no other illusion, she looks around the room. It takes her all of three seconds to realise Annie is gone and that it's daytime, but she soon figures out that Annie probably woke up and is in another part of the building. Deciding that it's probably a good idea to go and find her, Ei fades into a thin, black smoke, leaving the attic empty.
"You want a kitten? We could get a kitten if you want one." Ei says, her voice coming from behind Annie as the black smoke gathers and Ei emerges from it, holding a large cloak which she gives to Annie to wear until they find actual clothes. "Sorry for not being present earlier Annie, I had some business that needed finishing but I'm here now." She says, smiling. "Shall we go, or do you want to chat with these... people some more first?" Ei says, glaring at the other people in the hallway.
Jack continues to avoid looking at Annie as she speaks to him. "...there's been quite a bit of... excitement as of late, though I'm not sure 'fun' is the word I'd use to describe it," he states somewhat reluctantly as he kneels to pick up Buttons; as he feels the now-known to him sensation of being licked, he grimaces, remembering the false Boris from before. Almost instinctively- and against his better judgement- he glances at Annie's face, stumbling backwards slightly as he manages to stand back up rather than fall backwards to the floor again as he realizes Annie hadn't moved at all from her position a few feet away, not to mention the grin on her face and the change in the color of her eyes. He blinks as he hears the voice of the child, uncertain what it is saying- or how it is saying it.
As the voice subsides, he rubs his face with his free hand in an attempt to wipe Annie's saliva off of it, and as his hand brushes against his nose he realizes that the sharp pain in it has disappeared completely; he presses his nose with his finger, confirming that it has healed. Looking at Annie, evidently confused, he asks, "You... fixed my nose?", uncertain what could have motivated her to do such a thing.
Jack backs off as Ei glares, something about her presence making him particularly inclined not to incur her wrath. Given her behavior with Annie, he can only assume she's both the lover that she had mentioned before, and the one that Maras had referred to as Lady Ei. He takes a breath, building up his composure before stating, "I take it you are the one that Maras and Lyudmila serve... Lady Ei?"
Amusement could be described as Annie's demeanor while watching Jack's response, yet at the posing of his question as to why she might be inclined to heal his nose, she simply tilts her, oddly curious, replying;
"What?"
Ei now arrives.
Annie spins about about, like a child turning after a long awaited surprises to face Ei. Her expression the purest picture of delectation.
"Ei!" The name is spoken as though Ei had been the water found after days lost in the desert. She springs from her place, ignoring the cloak for now, practically lunging as she wraps her arms around her lover, immediate locking their mouths for a lengthy and passionate kiss. Once the moment has ended, Annie does not question Ei's absence. Before pulling away, she brings her mouth to Ei's ear, and whispers softly these words:
"I want that cat."
Now standing back to allow Ei room to answer Jack's question, but first stating for all to hear "I will stay and talk with these people", she takes the cloak from Ei's hand and puts it on while Ei and Jack converse.
Annie, however, does not wear the cloak as a cloak was intended to be worn, but rather like that of a cape. Securing the top button, the cloak is draped over her shoulders, her arms not sleeved, her frontal region still uncovered.
It was soon after this, while Annie is admiring her new attire, that the crack from the adjacent kitchen sounds. Yet she does not flinch. She noes not seem surprised at all. She simply raises her face, shifting her eyes down the hall to meet those of Herman's. Once Herman returns her look to Annie, Herman receives a voice in his mind. Herman may have been too far away for the others to hear his words, but apparently that was not the case for Annie....
"Uh.. yeah, thanks Boris." Bob replies and turns his look to Ki. "And hi there, kid." He holds out his hand to her, "Bob's the name, good to meet you."
It was then that the loud crack erupted from the room next door. Buttons arched his back, hissed, and dug his claws into Jack's boot. Bob jumped with a little surprise, but just kinda raised his eyebrows with a look of 'whatever', keeping his hand extended to Ki. Boris chuckled.
Since assaulting Silas, Ki has been quietly and patiently watching, waiting. After careful deliberation, she decides to take Bob's hand and gives a small shake.
Renard, noticing the convenient opportunity, carefully tries to line up his shot. The sword shakes in his hands-- mostly due to the agonising pain in his ribs. He pauses for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and hold it long enough to keep his aim steady, a short period of time that may unfortunately leave enough time for some damage to be done to Ariel's wings.
"The two don't look too different from each other," mutters Renard as a passing observation. "Demon and beast..."
His moral compass starts to spin wildly out of control. Whoever he shoots, the outcome would not be good either way. There was no right choice to make-- only his loyalty for his friend could make his decision.
The pistol sword shoots and the air shatters with a loud crack. The bullet tears through space, and silence falls in its wake.
The demon is fast, but the beast Ezra is equally fast and powerful, apparently more powerful than those Order drones, one of which he had killed with ease earlier in library.
Before he knows it, Ezra is behind him and viciously pulling at Ariel's wings. The pain is excruciating, like someone attempting to pull bones out from his back. He can feel the flesh begin to rip under the strain, and Ezra's hold on him allows for very little movement. But this body wasn't the demons, and he could soon find another body to dwell in if this one died, so making a possibly damaging effort to loosen Ezra's hold was seen as his best course of action.
With all the power his angel body could generate, and despite doing so may result in losing a wing, the demon thrusts one shoulder away, causing both him and Ezra to spin in unison as the blast from Renard's weapon shattered the room.
A moment of silence fell.
The demon stood still, now in a position to stare wide-eyed at Renard as then the sound of Ariel's voice broke the quiet moment -
"Be careful with my body!"
Renard, the demon, and Ezra would have heard his voice coming from somewhere near the ceiling, echoing out as if desperately escaping the confines of another dimension just long enough to make himself known.
A second later, a fleeting ghostly image of a manlike form passed in front of Renard.
At the same time, the demon came to terms with the fact that one of Ariel's wings had come close to being torn completely from his back, but looking down at his body and feeling no other pain besides that of his wings, it was clear that Renard's shot had missed him.... But where did it strike? He turns his eyes to Ezra who had loosened his grip, and assuming that Ezra had been struck by Renard's fire, the demon raised Ariel's sword in one swift movement and drove it into Ezra's neck for a finishing blow.
The demons move caused Ezra to loosen his grip and become off balanced while the sound of Renard's shot stunned the room. Ezra releases one wing to move back his arm and regard the smoke billowing from the small hole in his side. No blood is present. Simultaneously, the demon makes his next move, thrusting Ariel's sword into his neck -The sword exits the other side as Ezra stumbles away screeching, turning as he does so and causing the sword to be yanked from Ariel's grip. He continues to stumble to the center of the room, away from the demon and raises his arms in a cross formation as he yells out the word NO loud enough for all in the mansion to hear.
Ezra's wounds do not appear to be fatal, only serving to anger him. Without first removing the sword from his neck, he sets his sights on Renard and starts charging at him with great speed, his massive clawed hands ready to rip the small man apart.
Herman isn't altogether disappointed by Silas' reaction, somehow it only stimulates him.
"I don't mind it rough." She says, and strokes his back with her finger as he writes his equations on the wall with his magically appearing pen. "What's that you're doing there, hun?"
As Silas turns to view the appearance of Ei, Herman places her chin on his shoulder to watch the commotion as well. She furrows her eyebrows at Ei's appearance, having never seen the shady female before, but finding out who she was was going to have to wait; his attention is instead turned to Annie, since she's the ones that's naked, and hopes she doesn't put on the coat that the newcomer has offered. But something of a curios notion grows on Herman's face.
"So you'd prefer that young pregnant girl over me?" She whispers in Silas ear.
When Silas returns his attention to his work, Herman stands back, rubbing his female chin thoughtfully.... While his soul was trapped inside a slug, he wasn't able to use his powers, since the chemistry and physical parameters of slug wouldn't allow it, but now that he was again in human form, Herman suspected he was able to tap into his powers of sorcery once more. As he considered this, he kept his eyes on Annie, while his slender female fingers wriggled by his side and a thin, hairline green mist-like substance began to coil up her arms.
"Yes..." She repeats Silas' words in a whisper; "In time... certainly in time... they will all be consumed by my lust. But I think that Annie girl will have to die -"
Herman's words were ended by the loud sound from the room next door, and he turns to look as if he could see through the wall, which of course he couldn't. "Sounds like someones fun is going off with a bang."
Silas is irritated by Herman's constant pestering, but he says nothing in return. Instead, he continues drawing, scooting further away from Herman. Almost done...
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Jack continues to avoid looking at Annie as she speaks to him. "...there's been quite a bit of... excitement as of late, though I'm not sure 'fun' is the word I'd use to describe it," he states somewhat reluctantly as he kneels to pick up Buttons; as he feels the now-known to him sensation of being licked, he grimaces, remembering the false Boris from before. Almost instinctively- and against his better judgement- he glances at Annie's face, stumbling backwards slightly as he manages to stand back up rather than fall backwards to the floor again as he realizes Annie hadn't moved at all from her position a few feet away, not to mention the grin on her face and the change in the color of her eyes. He blinks as he hears the voice of the child, uncertain what it is saying- or how it is saying it.
As the voice subsides, he rubs his face with his free hand in an attempt to wipe Annie's saliva off of it, and as his hand brushes against his nose he realizes that the sharp pain in it has disappeared completely; he presses his nose with his finger, confirming that it has healed. Looking at Annie, evidently confused, he asks, "You... fixed my nose?", uncertain what could have motivated her to do such a thing.
Jack backs off as Ei glares, something about her presence making him particularly inclined not to incur her wrath. Given her behavior with Annie, he can only assume she's both the lover that she had mentioned before, and the one that Maras had referred to as Lady Ei. He takes a breath, building up his composure before stating, "I take it you are the one that Maras and Lyudmila serve... Lady Ei?"
Ei's glare gives way to a slight smile as Ei simply nods. "Indeed. I see those two have yet to learn a thing or two about keeping such information secret."
Amusement could be described as Annie's demeanor while watching Jack's response, yet at the posing of his question as to why she might be inclined to heal his nose, she simply tilts her, oddly curious, replying;
"What?"
Ei now arrives.
Annie spins about about, like a child turning after a long awaited surprises to face Ei. Her expression the purest picture of delectation.
"Ei!" The name is spoken as though Ei had been the water found after days lost in the desert. She springs from her place, ignoring the cloak for now, practically lunging as she wraps her arms around her lover, immediate locking their mouths for a lengthy and passionate kiss. Once the moment has ended, Annie does not question Ei's absence. Before pulling away, she brings her mouth to Ei's ear, and whispers softly these words:
"I want that cat."
Now standing back to allow Ei room to answer Jack's question, but first stating for all to hear "I will stay and talk with these people", she takes the cloak from Ei's hand and puts it on while Ei and Jack converse.
Annie, however, does not wear the cloak as a cloak was intended to be worn, but rather like that of a cape. Securing the top button, the cloak is draped over her shoulders, her arms not sleeved, her frontal region still uncovered.
It was soon after this, while Annie is admiring her new attire, that the crack from the adjacent kitchen sounds. Yet she does not flinch. She noes not seem surprised at all. She simply raises her face, shifting her eyes down the hall to meet those of Herman's. Once Herman returns her look to Annie, Herman receives a voice in his mind. Herman may have been too far away for the others to hear his words, but apparently that was not the case for Annie....
"Not if you die first, Herman."
Ei happily returns the kiss, not caring about being in plain sight. After all, all those who'd witness it are doomed anyway, no reason to care about the thoughts of a dead man.
"That one huh? I'll figure out a way." Ei whispers, looking at Buttons while she does so. "But first, can I talk to you in private? It's a bit important, but you can talk with these people afterwards, okay?"
As Annie seems to either not figure out or not care about the purpose of the cloak, Ei sighs. She considers correcting Annie, but that can wait
Ezmond sure is glad Bob has his soul back, be he sure ain't none too pleased to see the complications. The appearance of Herman in Trixie's body was more than just a little troubling, and made him wonder what other yet unseen effects the spell had on the people around the place. He kinda feels regret for persisting with the spell when he knew something was hot diggity wrong. While Jack and Annie and the others are being all skeptical about one another, Ezmond just kinda stands around analyzing everyone's behavior to see if he can't pick up on where the previous occupant of Bob's body snuck off to. He had a feeling this occupant was one of a demonic kind, and it wouldn't have gone too far since demons don't like traveling great distances in their search for another body and all that sort of stuff.
He also feels a little gosh darn reluctant to approach Ei when she arrives in all that smoke. He'd had his fair share of dealing with them mysterious magic kind before, and most of them turned out to be bad news in the end. So he just kinda held his tongue and figured she'd come on over and introduce herself if she really wanted to get to know him.
But then he wasn't too happy to see that Annie girl making a mockery of decency either, he wanted to give her a good piece of her mind, but on account of those other matters of importance going round in his head, he held his tongue on that one too.
But then it happened! the big ol crack from the next room, followed by that loud beastly yell, which kinda gave Ezmond some indication of where that Demon went off too. Sounded like whoever was in the next room was encountering a bit of trouble for themselves. Now since he was feeling all responsible for setting the Demon free of its previous spell, he went on ahead and opened the door to the next next room, which just so happened to be the kitchen. Just as the door opened, he saw a great ol beastly creature charging at some poor little man in a golden cape. Didn't seem to Ezmond like that little man had much of chance. Ezmond so too saw some other guy with wings, and judging by the look in that guys eyes, Ezmond knew exactly where that demon soul had gone!
First things first though! Ezmond had to stop that little man from getting hurt by that big beastly thing with a sword stuck in its neck, so without even a gosh darn second to lose, he raised both hands open and yelled out, STOP! -
Instantaneously, the charging beast was frozen in its tracks, and was the only one effected by the spell. He looks at the Demon possessed man and the other golden cloaked man down on his knees and asked them straight up:
"What in gosh darn tarnation is going on around here??"
"Well sure! We could use all the help we can get!" Betty replies as her and little Chissy start following. "Sure a strong handsome son of a gun like yourself will come into use."
Betty then closes her mouth, realizing what the hell she just said to Vernon. WHY YOU GO AND CALL HIM HANDSOME FOR FOR YOU IDIOT! FIRST THE ANGEL AND NOW SOME VERY SUAVE OLD MAN - GOSH DAMN IT! WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO DAMN EASY ANYWAY! YOU HAVE ARIEL NOW, SO STOP LOOK'N AT THIS OLD MANS PERFECT BUTT!
Betty pulls her eyes off Vernon and looks down at Chissy when she asked the question. Her face is all kinda distorted because she's trying not to have all them thoughts about the old man!
"A physician? Oh - bub, We call them doctors back where I come from. Someone who deals with medicine and helps heal people. But I kinda agree with Yumon - I mean Vernon! You should really probably see a doctor or something like that."
Betty then addresses Vernon again, but tries real gosh darn hard not to look at his suave posture strutting its stuff down the hallway.
"So where'd you say we were going, you not so good look'n man? And don't go getting any funny ideas either, buddy - I've already got myself a man!"
Just then they hear some big old beastly voice yell out the word No from somewhere else in the mansion.
"Let me guess, we're headed to where all that 'I'm gonna damn well die right now' noise is coming from. Am I right or am I right?"
"Steady on horsey, don't go getting your nickers in a knot." Revel burps and takes another swig. "I didn't actually have anything to do with your pointless death. But don't worry your little head, your death wasn't completely in vain, you've made a certain sexual predator extremely happy." He finishes off his beer and flings the bottle carelessly over his shoulder. It falls out of the sky and lands on the head of an Eskimo two hundred year in the future, killing him instantly. "Still, since I feel somehow responsible for you after turning you human, I have a little question that you might find interest in answering... that is, of course, if having a second shot at life interests you."
Another beer appears in hand and he offers it to Trixie, holding it out to her. Before she can respond, he says, "Didn't think so" and takes back the offer, twists open the cap and starts drinking again.
"Here's the thing! Since my only son has actually defeated his own mental capacity and learnt something worthwhile today, I feel like celebrating by being a little generous with your sorry excuse for an existence. I guess you could say your death was perfectly timed. So tell me...." He takes another sip. "If you were given the opportunity to returned to the land of the living, who would you be? - Now, before you answer, I'm gonna make a couple of conditions very clear. For starters, you will have no memory of your previous life, me, or anything that's happening right now. Secondly, you will never again be given another chance at a new life, so make your decision count. Maybe pick someone intelligent? So go ahead, let your imagination run wild! Who or what would you like to be? Really, anyone at all. Just tell me and I'll do it."
Trixie was somewhat flattered by what he did, and what he said though she rose an eyebrow at the offer he made. She mainly ignored what she viewed as 'pointless banter and antics' by what Revel did, she stopped her pacing. "A second chance at life? Anything Trixie wants to be..." she muttered to herself. "For Starters Trixie would like to live a long, long life. Immortal perhaps. Theres those others....Annie...the order and that other one...whoever they are. They are powerful right? Being a magiciation...for the majority of Trixie's life...didn't show power at all...it showed illusion and weakness...not real magic." she sighed and paced around once more. "Instead of showing off, Trixie could be a hero....Powerful hero...someone young, girl obviously. It would be more fun to discover Trixie's powers as she goes along..." she looked down and sighed again, stopping her pacing and looking him in the eye. "Tell me of what you know of the powerful ones. I want to be like them. Instead of being show offy, I could be sneaky...heroic...young...mysterious...smart..." she said firmly, dropping her 3rd person.
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
Jack manages to maintain his focus as Boris shakes him, listening to his story. Something about a dragon from the past no longer being dead, and a cave? Could that have been where Boris ended up when he vanished after dinner? Given what Revel had related to him, and what that meant Boris truly was, it was certainly a possibility. It was then that he noticed Boris no longer had Revel Yell with him. "The dragon you killed? I didn't know about that. Congratulations on... un-killing it? Though I do have to ask," he states, indicating towards Boris's back, "What happened to Revel Yell? Did you leave it behind or something?"
He glances over at 'Trixie' who, to say the least, seems to be acting strangely. Jack can't help but wonder if the explosion had something to do with her sudden shift in behavior.
While Trixie is muttering and attempting to reason with herself, baby Revel yawns a couple of times, finishes his beer, then fashions his lips over the neck of the bottle to make some hollow sounding tunes. The music sounds quite nice, if not a little haunting. When Trixie finally asks for his advice, he stops blowing into the spout and tosses the bottle carelessly over his shoulder again. This time the bottle appears in space in the year 2063 and topples into the opening of a propulsion system to a newly designed space craft, causing said propulsion system to malfunction... and ultimately sets human space travel back another 50 years.
"Sometimes people just aren't ready for new things." Revel looks at Trixie, removing the glasses from his face. "Take it from me, as the old expression goes - and for a very good reason - knowledge is one of the greatest powers of all. Why not try and be at least a little smart about your decision here today. After all, you don't want to mess this up. I'm not going to make any decisions for you, but you're running out of time, I have places to go and people to humiliate, so hurry up and make a decision. Here, I'll make it easy on you, as I can see you're having a great deal of trouble with this.... Just imagine being someone. Give them a name, imagine what their personality is like, what their interests are, what talents they have and what they find important in life. See them in your minds eye where words could never be enough to describe, and I'll do the rest."
Boris releases his grip on Jack and steps away, the joy on his face running away as he slowly reaches back to confirm the absence of Revel Yell. Groping a few times at the air, he then turns in a circle several times reaching and grasping like a dog chasing his own tail, before he stops and releases a long winded sigh of disappointment.
"Daw.... Jack, why Boris so dumb?" Despite his limited intellect, Boris in that moment just so happened to consider the possibility that Revel Yell did in fact come from the dragon he killed, and had now saved the life of. His face became pale at the thought of no longer having the weapon. "Dragon not dead any more... so Boris have no more dragon bone...." He hangs his head pouting, shoulders slumped.
Trixie is still lustfully examining her body with heaving, excited breath when she notices Jack looking at her with a curious notion in his eye. She steps away from the wall, her fingers wriggling by her sides as she plans her next move. Dropping her face to look at Jack seductively from the top of her eyes, she does a little catwalk towards him, runs her finger down his chest in a slick, snake-like pattern, and says;
"Hey there, handsome...." Her tongue runs slowly across her upper lip. "Don't tell me you prefer slugs over... this." She giggles softly and bites her lip for a moment, bringing her hand up to caress his ear. "You can call me Herman... honey."
Bob, after thanking Ezmond, turns his sights to Jack and places one hand firmly on his shoulder, interrupting the interaction with Herman. "Thank you for taking care of me, Jack. I'm in your debt. And by the way, My names Bob. It's good to meet you properly."
"Well, don't worry, Boris. Perhaps you'll find a way to get it back? We can find you a new weapon to use in the meantime," Jack attempts to reassure the large man.
"Well... I can't say I've thought much about it, but I don't suppose I would... Herman."
Jack is unsure what to think of the new Trixie. Or... Herman. If nothing else, 'she' certainly seemed to be using much more in the way of body language. Given the comment about slugs, Jack could only assume that the explosion ripped the soul out of the slug from earlier and transferred it into her. Which might lead one to wonder about what happened to Trixie's soul, but this train of thought was soon interrupted by another.
Jack turns to Bob as the latter places his hand on the former's shoulder. "And you as well, Bob. I suppose the last step in tying up lose ends for you would be seeking vengeance against that witch that put you in Button's body in the first place, then? Preferably before she does the same to more men." He glances at Magebuster hanging from his waist. It would be helpful against such a foe, but given her apparent inclination towards curses, another item he knew of might've been more useful... but that was in the past. Returning his attention to Bob, he adds, "If you do seek out that vengeance, I'd be glad to assist you in doing so- hunting down such individuals is my profession, after all- though I have business to take care of in this town first."
Boris nods with Jack's attempt to comfort, but he wasn't truly feeling it. He really just wanted his bone back, but he didn't want to kill the dragon to get it either. He scratches his head, concentrating hard to try and think of other options.
Herman is disappointed by Bobs interruption and grimaces at him, looking his attire up and down as she does so. She crosses her arms stroppily and huffs. She listens to their conversation for a while then looks up at Boris with a cunning smirk.
"Hey there big boy... maybe I could help get your bone back."
Boris didn't pick up on the innuendo, but the tone of her voice told him enough. Distracted from his contemplation he raises his narrow glare at her.
"You a very naughty girl. Boris doesn't like you at all. You might be a pretty lady, but your words make you ugly! Ladies are meant to have discretion - even Boris knows that much, miss. Boris doesn't want help from a woman like you."
Herman seems genuinely surprised by Boris' reply. "Well damn.... Who saw that coming?" Twisting her nose up, she turns away, gives Jack a kiss on the cheek and starts walking down the hall. "Fine, boys, I'll find a real man somewhere else." She hardly even takes ten steps before stopping at Silas, approaching him in much the same as she had approached Jack a minute before.
"Well how you doing there, Sweetie Pie? Looks like you might be a man of experience." She runs her fingers down the bristly hair of his face. "I'm ready for my lesson."
Bob is slowly shaking his head, genuinely amazed at Herman's behavior. After watching her walk away, he looks back at Jack with a nod. "Takes all sorts, I guess. But yes, I'd like to take you up on that offer. As far as I can tell, Jane, that's her name, was responsible for sticking Herman's soul into the slug as well. Not that I might blame her in this case. But it's true, Jane needs to be stopped. I was married to her a number of years before I even found out she was a witch. She's a clever one, Jack, and she also has my two kids with her. I'd prefer they don't get hurt. Nonetheless, we have a plan, let's work out the issues of this god forsaken town first, then go on that hunt together."
He looks at Boris. "And don't worry, Boris, I've lived in this town for most of my life and know where we could get our hands on some weapons. That is if we can get out of this house first."
He looks back at Buttons with Annie, and calls out to the cat by name, but Buttons only responds with a frightened look before returning his skittish attention to Annie again, then starts analyzing the area with a frightened demeanor.
"Buttons was our household pet, and I'd prefer to take him with me." He tells Jack with a sigh while looking over his tattered evening long johns. "But I'm hardly in a condition to safely get close to that girl (Annie) right now. I don't feel safe around her. You wouldn't mind going to fetch him for me, would you?"
Jack watches as Herman walks off towards Silas, his prior uncertainty compounded by the kiss he had received- which, as far as Jack could remember, would be the first. Some might consider that an achievement, though he didn't feel much of a sense of pride in being kissed by the soul of an old man inhabiting the body of a horse that had been turned into a woman. Regardless, he turned his attention back to Bob when he replied to Jack's offer and, when Bob asked him to retrieve Buttons for him, Jack took a brief glance at the kitten before turning back to Bob. "I'll see what I can do."
Jack walked over to the cat, keeping some sense of caution in case Annie did anything while avoiding glancing at the naked teenager that stood further down the hallway, watching them. He knelt down, attempting to pick up Buttons and- if the kitten hadn't run off or jumped out of his arms- makes his way back to the others.
Renard stands still for a few moments as his gaze wavers between Ariel and the beast, completely unaware that he was taking much too long and that the beast would surely make its move very soon. He deliberated on whether he should be the one to go-- as he was the smallest and therefore most likely the most agile of the two of them, but he was unsure of whether he could really withstand the pain from the injury he had just taken. Finally, having made his decision, he shakes his head and turns to Ariel.
"Well, given the circumstances, you should--"
Suddenly, Renard is pushed back as if a large gust of air had hit him, joined with a loud explosive noise that reminded him of the times guns had exploded in his face conveniently when he showed them off to an audience. His impractically extravagant golden coat flutters in the air briefly. As he tightly closes his eyes, he suddenly feels a great sense of dread wash over him.
The dark voice that comes from Ariel jolts him awake-- directly looking at the 'angel', he stands there dumbfounded. He really had to throw away all his preconceptions about angels; was they really different from the fairy tales that his ma had told him, or was this man just an outlier? Frozen in confusion, he watches as Ariel rushes towards the enemy.
"So, this is how you play piggy in the middle," he thinks to himself vocally. "As long as it works, I suppose..."
As the pain in his ribcage was starting to pulsate, threatening to send him into a state of agony, he quickly kneels down. Mostly out of habit, Renard faux-unsheathes his sword from the air it had been occupying, accompanied by a 'shiiiiiing' sound that he makes with his mouth. He takes aim at the duo, waiting for a clear shot as to not hit his friend.
Vernon queers, dropping his glance to the young female dragon, possibly aware of her urge to take a bite of him, yet he does not respond with words. He may almost appear humored by the dragons instincts. He does continue to listen to the farm girls rantings. Though it was not an entirely long speech, he poises in a moderately exhausted fashion near the closing of her words. Perhaps he is restraining his impatience. In the end, he gives the girl a candid wink.
"I know more than I'm willing to share at this stage, Betty. I have my own issues with the species you are after. But right now I have a young girl to reunite with, maybe we can work something out along the way. How does that sound?"
Without waiting for a response, Vernon provides the young dragon a comforting nod and turns to make his way down the hall.
"Keep your senses keen." He tells them, expecting them to follow. "And you might want a physician to take a look at those wounds, dragon."
"We are not so unalike." The entity draws ever closer to Ei, as yet displaying no hostility. "I, The Order, understands a sense of vengeance. But Vengeance must be tempered.
The entity does pause for a moment, before reverting to the topic of Annie:
"We have every right to call Anne our child, for that is what she is. Do not think of her as human, for she is not. She is our child. As much as a princess is daughter to a King, a Prince a son to a Queen, Anne is of direct royal bloodline to our species. This fact can not be denied, especially by ignorance such as yours. You have no idea who she is or what you are dealing with. This is why we have found it in ours and your own best interest to terminate her existence... However!"
The entity takes a further moment to allow the information settle with Ei, then continues:
"We have found you to be neither born of the light or born of the darkness. You are... what we call... Rogue. We therefore would have no interest in you had you not shown interest in our daughter. This has never happened before. An outside relationship of intimacy with one of our royal members is unprecedented. But an unprecedented event must be treated accordingly. We have therefore come to a decision that treads upon new ground for us. You may consider our decision a test of your virtue....
...I, the Order, hereby grant you pass. I assign Anne of the Redferne to your keep. Consider her your... companion from this day forth. But rest assure, Ei, if our test in your virtue fails us; If Anne's existence outside the Order creates problematic instability to the universe, and we are almost certain it will, then we will hold you solely responsible. If that happens... we will return and terminate both of you without mercy. Believe me... we have ways to terminate even those who can return from that fickle thing called death.
Furthermore, we will continue to eliminate from Waise all witnesses to our cause, with you and Anne as the only exceptions. Ei, as your own gesture of good faith in return for what we have granted you this day, we expect you will keep word about the Order silent. You will speak of us to no one, and you will not stand in the way of our task to eliminate any remaining witnesses from Waise. I hope I have made myself clear....
SO GO!" The entity waves one arm in Ei's direction, creating a tornado-type wind that encompasses her person. "Return to your lover! But take heed to what I have said this day. We will be watching. Do not fail her. Do not fail us. Do not fail the balance of life.... Or we will return with our own vengeance."
Upon the closing of the entities speech, Ei finds herself standing in the attic of the mansion, her feet planted in precisely the same place she had been taken from.
Buttons lands beside Annie. Annie rises to her feet, caressing her rounding belly. Her lack of concern denotes the explosions ineffectiveness in harming her unborn child. She stares down at the cat, partially smiling as it speaks to her in its native tongue.
"You're a cute little thing." She replies to the kitten in a gentle whisper. "I would hope for a pet like you...."
Jack approaches cautiously from down the hall. Annie is aware of his intentions. She watches intently. When Jack is near to her, she speaks in a soft and... undeniably seductive tone:
"Hello Jack. Having... fun?"
Jack crouches down to pick up the kitten, as he does so he feels something wet probing his cheek, it moves swiftly to his nose, then whips about to tickle his ear. It is Annie's tongue. Though she did not move from her position, she had extended its length the few feet it took to make contact with Jack. If he were to look up at Annie in this instant, her tongue will snap back into her now grinning mouth. One of her eyes are purple, the other red. Another voice can also be heard. This voice is unmistakably coming from within Annie's belly. The voice of the child within her womb, though its words are unknown, perhaps heard by Jack as nothing more than playful gibberish.
As the voice within her grows quiet, Annie remains perfectly still, watching Jack with only the movement of her eyes. She is allowing him to take the cat. What may then come as a surprise to Jack, is the pain in his nose... it is no longer present. His broken nose has been healed.
For what are probably not obvious reasons, Ezra remains still in wait, possibly evaluating the dialogue between the pair, for his inhuman ears continue to flicker and twist with analysis until the moment of the explosion in the adjacent hallway. At this, Ezra flinches to a crouched position then pauses, remaining as such while his beastly eyes observe the changes in Ariel. On completion of Ariel's transformation, Ezra appears cautious. Possibly to the point of showing a trace of fear. This change in him may denote his knowledge for what has happened to the angel. For a moment, his eyes turn as if to follow something unseen around the room.
When Ariel... the demon... finally makes his move, Ezra releases an inhuman shriek and moves with equal speed from the demons path of attack. In a moment Ezra is behind the demon with his back facing Renard, while using his powerfully clawed hands to grab hold of the demons wings in an attempt to rip them savagely from his back.
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With just talking happening between the pair of humans, Chisille didn't really have much to do apart from just watching and listening, not just to the conversation in front of her, but to the other occurrences around the mansion as well. The explosion vibrating through the floorboards and up her legs was obvious to everyone, though what wouldn't have been obvious was the certain smell that she could detect wafting into the hall. Being forced to live with a wizard taught her certain things, like what the smell of an alchemical formula exploding was like. Usually it didn't smell like fresh pine, but it always had something about it when it went wrong.
'More reasons to keep alert I suppose, not that I'm ever going to stop needing to look in this place... There are smells of humans and... other things everywhere. So many of them in this place. We should leave when we can...' she thought to herself as she noticed that Vernon was watching her quite intently. He seemed to have this particular look on his face, though she had absolutely no idea what it could mean. In any case, being watched like that halted any intentions of going up to him and giving him a nip. 'I wasn't really going to do it anyway, so... why did I even think about it?' she mentally sighed. 'Must be to do with all that mind stuff that's been going on. Has to be.' she assured herself.
As Vernon turns to leave down the hall, she figures that's her and Betty's cue to start leaving as well. Provided Betty follows as well, she sticks close to her. Not too close though, she might be friendly with Betty but there's no reason to smother her legs with her own scales. Along the way Chisille looks up at her farm girl companion. "What's a physician?" she asks in a barely audible whisper.
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Ei curiously listens to The Order's information, their promises and their threats until she finds herself back in the attic again. She looks around the room, cautious about the potential risk of another illusion. After she concludes that there is no other illusion, she looks around the room. It takes her all of three seconds to realise Annie is gone and that it's daytime, but she soon figures out that Annie probably woke up and is in another part of the building. Deciding that it's probably a good idea to go and find her, Ei fades into a thin, black smoke, leaving the attic empty.
"You want a kitten? We could get a kitten if you want one." Ei says, her voice coming from behind Annie as the black smoke gathers and Ei emerges from it, holding a large cloak which she gives to Annie to wear until they find actual clothes. "Sorry for not being present earlier Annie, I had some business that needed finishing but I'm here now." She says, smiling. "Shall we go, or do you want to chat with these... people some more first?" Ei says, glaring at the other people in the hallway.
'Silas' growls at Herman, and not in a good way. "I'm busy," he grunted. "Important work," he continued, roughly shoving Herman out of the way before returning to what appears to be writing science and magic far too complicated for any of them to understand on the walls of the mansion.
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Jack continues to avoid looking at Annie as she speaks to him. "...there's been quite a bit of... excitement as of late, though I'm not sure 'fun' is the word I'd use to describe it," he states somewhat reluctantly as he kneels to pick up Buttons; as he feels the now-known to him sensation of being licked, he grimaces, remembering the false Boris from before. Almost instinctively- and against his better judgement- he glances at Annie's face, stumbling backwards slightly as he manages to stand back up rather than fall backwards to the floor again as he realizes Annie hadn't moved at all from her position a few feet away, not to mention the grin on her face and the change in the color of her eyes. He blinks as he hears the voice of the child, uncertain what it is saying- or how it is saying it.
As the voice subsides, he rubs his face with his free hand in an attempt to wipe Annie's saliva off of it, and as his hand brushes against his nose he realizes that the sharp pain in it has disappeared completely; he presses his nose with his finger, confirming that it has healed. Looking at Annie, evidently confused, he asks, "You... fixed my nose?", uncertain what could have motivated her to do such a thing.
Jack backs off as Ei glares, something about her presence making him particularly inclined not to incur her wrath. Given her behavior with Annie, he can only assume she's both the lover that she had mentioned before, and the one that Maras had referred to as Lady Ei. He takes a breath, building up his composure before stating, "I take it you are the one that Maras and Lyudmila serve... Lady Ei?"
'Silas' turns around to face what the commotion is all about. "Strange..." he mutters. "The host recognizes the appearance of this Ei being. It is of no consequence." He returns to continue his work on the wall. "In time," he whispered to himself, almost like a ritual chant, "all shall be consumed."
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Renard, noticing the convenient opportunity, carefully tries to line up his shot. The sword shakes in his hands-- mostly due to the agonising pain in his ribs. He pauses for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and hold it long enough to keep his aim steady, a short period of time that may unfortunately leave enough time for some damage to be done to Ariel's wings.
"The two don't look too different from each other," mutters Renard as a passing observation. "Demon and beast..."
His moral compass starts to spin wildly out of control. Whoever he shoots, the outcome would not be good either way. There was no right choice to make-- only his loyalty for his friend could make his decision.
The pistol sword shoots and the air shatters with a loud crack. The bullet tears through space, and silence falls in its wake.
The demon is fast, but the beast Ezra is equally fast and powerful, apparently more powerful than those Order drones, one of which he had killed with ease earlier in library.
Before he knows it, Ezra is behind him and viciously pulling at Ariel's wings. The pain is excruciating, like someone attempting to pull bones out from his back. He can feel the flesh begin to rip under the strain, and Ezra's hold on him allows for very little movement. But this body wasn't the demons, and he could soon find another body to dwell in if this one died, so making a possibly damaging effort to loosen Ezra's hold was seen as his best course of action.
With all the power his angel body could generate, and despite doing so may result in losing a wing, the demon thrusts one shoulder away, causing both him and Ezra to spin in unison as the blast from Renard's weapon shattered the room.
A moment of silence fell.
The demon stood still, now in a position to stare wide-eyed at Renard as then the sound of Ariel's voice broke the quiet moment -
"Be careful with my body!"
Renard, the demon, and Ezra would have heard his voice coming from somewhere near the ceiling, echoing out as if desperately escaping the confines of another dimension just long enough to make himself known.
A second later, a fleeting ghostly image of a manlike form passed in front of Renard.
At the same time, the demon came to terms with the fact that one of Ariel's wings had come close to being torn completely from his back, but looking down at his body and feeling no other pain besides that of his wings, it was clear that Renard's shot had missed him.... But where did it strike? He turns his eyes to Ezra who had loosened his grip, and assuming that Ezra had been struck by Renard's fire, the demon raised Ariel's sword in one swift movement and drove it into Ezra's neck for a finishing blow.
Little kitten Buttons doesn't run because running into unknown territory seemed just as daunting as staying put, and besides, the approaching man (Jack) seemed vaguely familiar. He looks up at Annie when she talks to him, his wide, scared eyes attempting to make some sort of sense to the emotional portrayal of what she might be saying. The ensuing interaction between Jack and Annie, which prevented Jack from actually picking Buttons up, kept Buttons curiosity. He backed away a little, but looked from Jack to Annie as they conversed. His fear was subsiding a little and didn't sense any reason to be further afraid.
Then Ei appeared, and the way she appeared was scary, and Buttons darted in an arc behind Jack for protection, and pressed his body up against his ankle for security. He looked up at Jack with a faint meow.
Bob watches on from a distance, remaining where Jack left him in the company of Boris and Ki. He feels a little anxious when Ei appears from the dark smoke; yet another powerful being to possibly lessen his chances of getting Buttons back and causing more problems around town....
"Who is that woman...?" He mutters softly to himelf. Ei seems oddly familiar to him. "I think I've seen her before...."
Boris, taking a break from his deep contemplation, steps up beside Bob and gives him a nudge with his elbow. "Don't you worry, Mr. Bob. Jack will get your kitten back. He's a very smart man."
"Uh.. yeah, thanks Boris." Bob replies and turns his look to Ki. "And hi there, kid." He holds out his hand to her, "Bob's the name, good to meet you."
It was then that the loud crack erupted from the room next door. Buttons arched his back, hissed, and dug his claws into Jack's boot. Bob jumped with a little surprise, but just kinda raised his eyebrows with a look of 'whatever', keeping his hand extended to Ki. Boris chuckled.
Herman isn't altogether disappointed by Silas' reaction, somehow it only stimulates him.
"I don't mind it rough." She says, and strokes his back with her finger as he writes his equations on the wall with his magically appearing pen. "What's that you're doing there, hun?"
As Silas turns to view the appearance of Ei, Herman places her chin on his shoulder to watch the commotion as well. She furrows her eyebrows at Ei's appearance, having never seen the shady female before, but finding out who she was was going to have to wait; his attention is instead turned to Annie, since she's the ones that's naked, and hopes she doesn't put on the coat that the newcomer has offered. But something of a curios notion grows on Herman's face.
"So you'd prefer that young pregnant girl over me?" She whispers in Silas ear.
When Silas returns his attention to his work, Herman stands back, rubbing his female chin thoughtfully.... While his soul was trapped inside a slug, he wasn't able to use his powers, since the chemistry and physical parameters of slug wouldn't allow it, but now that he was again in human form, Herman suspected he was able to tap into his powers of sorcery once more. As he considered this, he kept his eyes on Annie, while his slender female fingers wriggled by his side and a thin, hairline green mist-like substance began to coil up her arms.
"Yes..." She repeats Silas' words in a whisper; "In time... certainly in time... they will all be consumed by my lust. But I think that Annie girl will have to die -"
Herman's words were ended by the loud sound from the room next door, and he turns to look as if he could see through the wall, which of course he couldn't. "Sounds like someones fun is going off with a bang."
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Amusement could be described as Annie's demeanor while watching Jack's response, yet at the posing of his question as to why she might be inclined to heal his nose, she simply tilts her, oddly curious, replying;
"What?"
Ei now arrives.
Annie spins about about, like a child turning after a long awaited surprises to face Ei. Her expression the purest picture of delectation.
"Ei!" The name is spoken as though Ei had been the water found after days lost in the desert. She springs from her place, ignoring the cloak for now, practically lunging as she wraps her arms around her lover, immediate locking their mouths for a lengthy and passionate kiss. Once the moment has ended, Annie does not question Ei's absence. Before pulling away, she brings her mouth to Ei's ear, and whispers softly these words:
"I want that cat."
Now standing back to allow Ei room to answer Jack's question, but first stating for all to hear "I will stay and talk with these people", she takes the cloak from Ei's hand and puts it on while Ei and Jack converse.
Annie, however, does not wear the cloak as a cloak was intended to be worn, but rather like that of a cape. Securing the top button, the cloak is draped over her shoulders, her arms not sleeved, her frontal region still uncovered.
It was soon after this, while Annie is admiring her new attire, that the crack from the adjacent kitchen sounds. Yet she does not flinch. She noes not seem surprised at all. She simply raises her face, shifting her eyes down the hall to meet those of Herman's. Once Herman returns her look to Annie, Herman receives a voice in his mind. Herman may have been too far away for the others to hear his words, but apparently that was not the case for Annie....
"Not if you die first, Herman."
Since assaulting Silas, Ki has been quietly and patiently watching, waiting. After careful deliberation, she decides to take Bob's hand and gives a small shake.
"Ki."
The demons move caused Ezra to loosen his grip and become off balanced while the sound of Renard's shot stunned the room. Ezra releases one wing to move back his arm and regard the smoke billowing from the small hole in his side. No blood is present. Simultaneously, the demon makes his next move, thrusting Ariel's sword into his neck -The sword exits the other side as Ezra stumbles away screeching, turning as he does so and causing the sword to be yanked from Ariel's grip. He continues to stumble to the center of the room, away from the demon and raises his arms in a cross formation as he yells out the word NO loud enough for all in the mansion to hear.
Ezra's wounds do not appear to be fatal, only serving to anger him. Without first removing the sword from his neck, he sets his sights on Renard and starts charging at him with great speed, his massive clawed hands ready to rip the small man apart.
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Silas is irritated by Herman's constant pestering, but he says nothing in return. Instead, he continues drawing, scooting further away from Herman. Almost done...
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Ei's glare gives way to a slight smile as Ei simply nods. "Indeed. I see those two have yet to learn a thing or two about keeping such information secret."
Ei happily returns the kiss, not caring about being in plain sight. After all, all those who'd witness it are doomed anyway, no reason to care about the thoughts of a dead man.
"That one huh? I'll figure out a way." Ei whispers, looking at Buttons while she does so. "But first, can I talk to you in private? It's a bit important, but you can talk with these people afterwards, okay?"
As Annie seems to either not figure out or not care about the purpose of the cloak, Ei sighs. She considers correcting Annie, but that can wait
Ezmond sure is glad Bob has his soul back, be he sure ain't none too pleased to see the complications. The appearance of Herman in Trixie's body was more than just a little troubling, and made him wonder what other yet unseen effects the spell had on the people around the place. He kinda feels regret for persisting with the spell when he knew something was hot diggity wrong. While Jack and Annie and the others are being all skeptical about one another, Ezmond just kinda stands around analyzing everyone's behavior to see if he can't pick up on where the previous occupant of Bob's body snuck off to. He had a feeling this occupant was one of a demonic kind, and it wouldn't have gone too far since demons don't like traveling great distances in their search for another body and all that sort of stuff.
He also feels a little gosh darn reluctant to approach Ei when she arrives in all that smoke. He'd had his fair share of dealing with them mysterious magic kind before, and most of them turned out to be bad news in the end. So he just kinda held his tongue and figured she'd come on over and introduce herself if she really wanted to get to know him.
But then he wasn't too happy to see that Annie girl making a mockery of decency either, he wanted to give her a good piece of her mind, but on account of those other matters of importance going round in his head, he held his tongue on that one too.
But then it happened! the big ol crack from the next room, followed by that loud beastly yell, which kinda gave Ezmond some indication of where that Demon went off too. Sounded like whoever was in the next room was encountering a bit of trouble for themselves. Now since he was feeling all responsible for setting the Demon free of its previous spell, he went on ahead and opened the door to the next next room, which just so happened to be the kitchen. Just as the door opened, he saw a great ol beastly creature charging at some poor little man in a golden cape. Didn't seem to Ezmond like that little man had much of chance. Ezmond so too saw some other guy with wings, and judging by the look in that guys eyes, Ezmond knew exactly where that demon soul had gone!
First things first though! Ezmond had to stop that little man from getting hurt by that big beastly thing with a sword stuck in its neck, so without even a gosh darn second to lose, he raised both hands open and yelled out, STOP! -
Instantaneously, the charging beast was frozen in its tracks, and was the only one effected by the spell. He looks at the Demon possessed man and the other golden cloaked man down on his knees and asked them straight up:
"What in gosh darn tarnation is going on around here??"
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"Well sure! We could use all the help we can get!" Betty replies as her and little Chissy start following. "Sure a strong handsome son of a gun like yourself will come into use."
Betty then closes her mouth, realizing what the hell she just said to Vernon. WHY YOU GO AND CALL HIM HANDSOME FOR FOR YOU IDIOT! FIRST THE ANGEL AND NOW SOME VERY SUAVE OLD MAN - GOSH DAMN IT! WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO DAMN EASY ANYWAY! YOU HAVE ARIEL NOW, SO STOP LOOK'N AT THIS OLD MANS PERFECT BUTT!
Betty pulls her eyes off Vernon and looks down at Chissy when she asked the question. Her face is all kinda distorted because she's trying not to have all them thoughts about the old man!
"A physician? Oh - bub, We call them doctors back where I come from. Someone who deals with medicine and helps heal people. But I kinda agree with Yumon - I mean Vernon! You should really probably see a doctor or something like that."
Betty then addresses Vernon again, but tries real gosh darn hard not to look at his suave posture strutting its stuff down the hallway.
"So where'd you say we were going, you not so good look'n man? And don't go getting any funny ideas either, buddy - I've already got myself a man!"
Just then they hear some big old beastly voice yell out the word No from somewhere else in the mansion.
"Let me guess, we're headed to where all that 'I'm gonna damn well die right now' noise is coming from. Am I right or am I right?"