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."
Trixie sighs at what Revel says, she sits down on...whatever she is standing on. She starts thinking about who she would like to be. She didn’t want to be anything like what she was. She wanted to be free, not a person who always worried about what other people thought of her. She wouldn’t care about power or ego like Trixie did either. All of those things didn’t help Trixie in the past anyway. She imagines a girl with no ties to her previous life in any way….
…This girl would be 17. Old enough to make her own decisions, but she would hardly have a care in the world. She’s attractive, because why not? But she wouldn’t even care about that either…. Her name would be Aella, and would be somewhat short and petite, but stronger than any other girl her size and is very agile. Her eyes are a light green and have excellent sight. She wears modest clothing, a little dull though. Perhaps like a man with trousers, a top and boots. Her hair is a light brown. Not too long, but it’s a little bit messy and flows around wherever, just like her personality…. Aella would go where she pleases and do what she wants whenever she wants to. She would be a free spirit. Just like the wind…. Speaking of the wind, that would be her unique power as well, not fire, ice, dark magic or anything like that, aella would be an air mage instead. Yes, she would have the ability to control the wind, and perhaps even other parts of the weather at times.
Now Trixie starts thinking about Aella’s history. Where did she come from? What sort of life did she have? Trixie imagines she would be from a small town named Tiago... far to the South of Waise. Aella grew up there, but most of her childhood was rather unimportant. Her parents encouraged the young Aella to learn Air magic, as they were air mages themselves. She accepted and she eventually mastered their teachings. But for many years she had no idea of the great power she was really capable of. This all changed when she was 15. Whilst she was leaving school one day, a beastly bear-like creature attacked the town, and this was the event when Aella realized how truly powerful she was, even greater than that of her parents or anyone else in her town had ever known. That was the day she was crowned a hero to her people.
When the monster entered town the villagers ran from it, and many were caught by surprise being injured and died. But Aella didn’t run. She confronted it, because the love for her people filled her with unexpected courage and she grew angrier and angrier upon each passing moment the beast was alive. She automatically focused on the teachings of her parents and her anger somehow made her realize much more than she had been taught. A new level of her power was unlocked.... Miraculously, the beast soon collapsed, Dead. Aella had channelled her energy and stole the air from inside it, causing the beast to suffocate.
After this incident, she was called a hero by the many villagers. She impressed her parents, she impressed everyone. For heroic deed, a green bow, forged from refined Viridium (A green metallic rock found in the mountains near her village) was awarded to her. The Viridium was light, durable and made an excellent material for a bow. The arrows were also crafted from Viridium, and some of these arrows were tipped with Viridium Crystal, a special crystal that is naturally formed in the same way that diamonds are formed from coal, and found naturally in the mountains around the village as well. Since Viridium Crystals were said to hold their own magical properties, Aella separated them from the other arrows and reserved them for special occasions. (the special magic of these arrows will be revealed later)
It wasn’t difficult for Aella to learn how to use the bow, it was like second nature to her. Over the next two years she became a master of archery. It also turned out to be an excellent tool to use in conjunction with her Air Mage abilities - Naturally these air magical abilities could assist many things such as levitation, helping her move and run at amazing speeds, remove the air from lungs or larger spaces, and slow her descent when falling from dangerous heights - but she could also use the same air manipulation to alter the course of an arrow, speed up its velocity, slow it down, and even bend its path around corners.
Because Aella is small, the bow was practically the same length as her and she almost always carried it in one hand, not on her back. It was more than just a bow. It became a multipurpose tool; a staff to conduct air spells (even though she didn’t need it to do that), a melee weapon for close combat, a cane to help in hiking and mountaineering, even while walking she would walk the bow at her side in one hand as a companion, and while standing still she would hold it like a native holds a spear to lean on with one foot resting on the knee of the other leg. For all intents and purposes, the bow became an extension of her body.
While Trixie imagines the existence of this person and all her special gifts, she also knows that in the end Aella is human and has weakness like any other human; she can be injured, she can bleed and she can die. But Trixie also knows because Aella is only young, she still has a lot to learn about herself and her magic abilies…
She then looked to Revel, wondering what he thought of this.
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Trixie sighs at what Revel says, she sits down on...whatever she is standing on. She starts thinking about who she would like to be. She didn’t want to be anything like what she was. She wanted to be free, not a person who always worried about what other people thought of her. She wouldn’t care about power or ego like Trixie did either. All of those things didn’t help Trixie in the past anyway. She imagines a girl with no ties to her previous life in any way….
…This girl would be 17. Old enough to make her own decisions, but she would hardly have a care in the world. She’s attractive, because why not? But she wouldn’t even care about that either…. Her name would be Aella, and would be somewhat short and petite, but stronger than any other girl her size and is very agile. Her eyes are a light green and have excellent sight. She wears modest clothing, a little dull though. Perhaps like a man with trousers, a top and boots. Her hair is a light brown. Not too long, but it’s a little bit messy and flows around wherever, just like her personality…. Aella would go where she pleases and do what she wants whenever she wants to. She would be a free spirit. Just like the wind…. Speaking of the wind, that would be her unique power as well, not fire, ice, dark magic or anything like that, aella would be an air mage instead. Yes, she would have the ability to control the wind, and perhaps even other parts of the weather at times.
Now Trixie starts thinking about Aella’s history. Where did she come from? What sort of life did she have? Trixie imagines she would be from a small town named Tiago... far to the South of Waise. Aella grew up there, but most of her childhood was rather unimportant. Her parents encouraged the young Aella to learn Air magic, as they were air mages themselves. She accepted and she eventually mastered their teachings. But for many years she had no idea of the great power she was really capable of. This all changed when she was 15. Whilst she was leaving school one day, a beastly bear-like creature attacked the town, and this was the event when Aella realized how truly powerful she was, even greater than that of her parents or anyone else in her town had ever known. That was the day she was crowned a hero to her people.
When the monster entered town the villagers ran from it, and many were caught by surprise being injured and died. But Aella didn’t run. She confronted it, because the love for her people filled her with unexpected courage and she grew angrier and angrier upon each passing moment the beast was alive. She automatically focused on the teachings of her parents and her anger somehow made her realize much more than she had been taught. A new level of her power was unlocked.... Miraculously, the beast soon collapsed, Dead. Aella had channelled her energy and stole the air from inside it, causing the beast to suffocate.
After this incident, she was called a hero by the many villagers. She impressed her parents, she impressed everyone. For heroic deed, a green bow, forged from refined Viridium (A green metallic rock found in the mountains near her village) was awarded to her. The Viridium was light, durable and made an excellent material for a bow. The arrows were also crafted from Viridium, and some of these arrows were tipped with Viridium Crystal, a special crystal that is naturally formed in the same way that diamonds are formed from coal, and found naturally in the mountains around the village as well. Since Viridium Crystals were said to hold their own magical properties, Aella separated them from the other arrows and reserved them for special occasions. (the special magic of these arrows will be revealed later)
It wasn’t difficult for Aella to learn how to use the bow, it was like second nature to her. Over the next two years she became a master of archery. It also turned out to be an excellent tool to use in conjunction with her Air Mage abilities - Naturally these air magical abilities could assist many things such as levitation, helping her move and run at amazing speeds, remove the air from lungs or larger spaces, and slow her descent when falling from dangerous heights - but she could also use the same air manipulation to alter the course of an arrow, speed up its velocity, slow it down, and even bend its path around corners.
Because Aella is small, the bow was practically the same length as her and she almost always carried it in one hand, not on her back. It was more than just a bow. It became a multipurpose tool; a staff to conduct air spells (even though she didn’t need it to do that), a melee weapon for close combat, a cane to help in hiking and mountaineering, even while walking she would walk the bow at her side in one hand as a companion, and while standing still she would hold it like a native holds a spear to lean on with one foot resting on the knee of the other leg. For all intents and purposes, the bow became an extension of her body.
While Trixie imagines the existence of this person and all her special gifts, she also knows that in the end Aella is human and has weakness like any other human; she can be injured, she can bleed and she can die. But Trixie also knows because Aella is only young, she still has a lot to learn about herself and her magic abilies…
She then looked to Revel, wondering what he thought of this.
Revel leans back in his highchair and watches Trixie's imagination go to work. He stares blankly for much of the time, but towards the end one of his brows begin to rise slowly with slight astonishment from behind the rim of his sunglasses. When she finally finishes her daydream and looks to him for his approval, he stares at her for a time with eyebrow still raised. Eventually he breaks the silence.
"Well...." He removes his sunglasses and places them gently on the tray in front of him, regarding her with intrigue. "Just when I had lost all hope for your intelligence...." He pretends to wipe a tear of joy from his eye. "That's quite a character you have there. I hope you're up to the challenge because..." He raises his hand to point his chubby little baby finger at her; "...You're it! Goodbye!"
In not even as much as a flash of light, Trixie's soul is transformed to meet the criteria of her wishes, the memories of everything that happened to that point in her existence are wiped clean, replaced by a whole new life worth of memories. She simultaneously appears in her brand new body standing on one leg, her other foot resting on her knee while she leaned on the bow held upright in the grip of her hand. She doesn't know she just came into existence like that, of course, by her own account she arrived in that place and time by whatever means the memories of her life to date told her she had. But it was in that moment that a soft breeze tussled her hair, accompanied by a small and unfamiliar voice, saying; "Have fun".
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.
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??"
Renard grimaced as feelings of regret begin to surface upon sight of the beast charging him.
"Spent," hissed Renard angrily, referring to his now-empty pistol sword. This was it for him. He would die without any feats to speak of. His consciousness ebbed with every second. Black mists swirled at the edges of his mind, bringing him to his inevitable oblivion. Fuzzy, indecipherable images began to bleed into his vision. Every jostle sends ripples of pain through his entire body. It occurred to Renard during this that a few fractured ribs could not possibly be painful enough for hallucinations to appear.
There were no more gambits, and no more tricks up his sleeve. Renard gathered enough will to try to move his frozen body and make possibly his last move. His perception of time seemed to slow down as he watched the beast move incredibly fast towards him. If it was smart, it would most certainly catch him if he tried to roll out of the way. He curses his sword, which hadn't stopped violently shaking and had now started to produce a ominous red glow.
'This kind of sucks,' he thought to himself as he launched into a defensive lunge, his sword directly aiming to pierce the beast. Something that takes a matter of a few seconds seems like hours to him. His eyes close tightly.
'Fly', a voice whispered in the darkness, but he could not do anything of the sort. As his descent continues to last for what feels like all of eternity, a familiar scene begins to construct itself through the darkness. It was similar to his dreams. A place, best described as a sword graveyard, and the final resting place of his original self, Faux, who had died from his wounds following a large-scale battle-- at least that was what he was told by the man himself. But this was Renard's own dream world now, not the one that Faux had constructed for him, evidence enough that he was finally truly recovering his memory. What was being showed to him at this very instant was the one and only truth, not the one perpetuated by Faux. Unfortunately, every step he took towards recovering his memory meant losing his own identity for Faux's, until eventually he stops existing. It occurs to Renard that this was most likely part of Faux's plan-- just an incredibly roundabout way of reviving himself through the fragment he left behind. Renard's very soul was merely an unexpected obstacle... but how did this situation come to be in the first place?
As Renard's revelatory thoughts began to dissipate, he noticed something he hadn't seen a few moments ago. A small figure, scarcely visible in the evening twilight. Through their small stature and extravagantly golden-coloured coat, he realises who it is instantly. The figure winces visibly and crouches, as if suffering from a great pain. The sword by their side emanates a red glow and begins to shake violently. Knowing what to do, they force themselves to grab their sword and get up-- only to promptly impale themselves through the stomach with their own sword. Almost simultaneously as this happens, a beam of light appears in the distance and the sword disappears almost immediately. The figure collapses. Renard realises he has just watched his own conception.
It was the curse of the sword-- it took Faux's emotions and translated them into pain. At first, the magical sword, modified by him, was a blessing. It was extremely powerful, at least in the right hands, though really it wasn't in the right hands. The 'Truth' was not simply just a sword; it exists everywhere, at any time, and in any plane of reality. It was a pen, and the author wielding it had the power to rewrite history, and therefore the truth with it. In Faux's hands, though, it was just a good sword to him. He was the only one who could at least swing with it without being horribly electrocuted by one of the sword's inner functions, so he gave up engineering to fight for his country. But, alas, as he continued on the path of a killer rather than an engineer, regret started to build up in him, causing him great pain. But the only way to stop it was to continue to kill with the sword, meaning that he was only perpetuating a cycle.
Faux couldn't take it anymore and decided to end his own life. But his last and worst mistake was doing it with the very sword that caused all his pain in the first place. Killing himself with it served to fragment his soul and create a new body, and the sword began to act as a storage device for their respective bodies, with Faux able to manifest himself at least once.
This was all speculation on Renard's part, though he suspected that it was all mostly true. As he recovers more memories, he would naturally remember Faux's regret. The impact he had from being thrown into a wall had really just incited him to remember more, causing the sword to start to hurt him. Then it occurs to Renard-- how was he still falling?
Renard hits the floor face-down with a dull thud. His sword, still shaking violently, clatters on the ground. Had he missed the beast? How was he still alive? He recalls a single word having been yelled whilst he lunged at the beast, though he couldn't make the hazy voice out in the heat of the moment.
He rolls over and faces the ceiling with a sigh. The pain was getting worse, but at the same time it was starting to become number. After a short few moments he hears a voice speak out, questioning what was happening, in a strangely familiar accent that he had heard before.
"I ask myself that question everyday," he mutters to himself.
After a long journey from Tiago, Aella was resting next to a house in Waise. She takes a deep breath of the cold, crisp morning air and smiles slightly. She smells something sweet and pleasurable nearby; the familiar scent of a flower. The scent leads her attention to where it stands. The flower seems almost lonely as it reaches to the sky from a crack between cobblestone nearby. With her bow gripped close to her side, she stoops low to absorb more of its sweet scent. She caresses its petals with tip of her finger while she continues to survey the area.
The town is like she expected from the rumors she'd heard. There wasn't anybody in sight. Most of the houses appeared empty and abandoned, but one close to where she was had the door left wide open. The town of Waise seemed oddly calm and silent, eerily so.
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Finally!" 'Silas' exclaims out of nowhere. "It is done..."
He puts a hand on the wall, directly in the middle the multiple complex series of runes, and the runes start glowing a sickly indigo.
"Now, it's been nice knowing you... oh who am I kidding, of course it wasn't!" 'Silas' explains to the others in the room, emphasizing the 'of course'. "Anyway, I've got places to go and people to see, and I can't do that while stuck in this den of a dwelling!" Near the end of his sentence, it becomes a bit clearer that there are two voices speaking.
He begins to waver and fade away as the magic does its work. "Sayanora, mother-!" His last few syllables weren't heard by the others as he completely disappears from where he stood, and the runes become dust, blown away by a gust of wind that shouldn't be there.
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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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."
"Very well then. I suppose in that case the proper thing to do would be to say that it's nice to meet you, and tell you my own name," he starts, lifting a hand to his chin as if in thought as he looks down at her, "Though something about you gives me the feeling you wouldn't really care."
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
As Ei talks to Annie, Jack looks down at Buttons, claws stuck in the ankle of his boot. "Come now, Buttons. Bob's waiting for you," he states as he kneels down, removing the kitten from his footwear and giving a brief glance at Ei and Annie before returning to Bob. "Well, I've retrieved your cat, Bob," he states, looking towards Silas and Herman as the former finishes his work.
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."
"Finally!" 'Silas' exclaims out of nowhere. "It is done..."
He puts a hand on the wall, directly in the middle the multiple complex series of runes, and the runes start glowing a sickly indigo.
"Now, it's been nice knowing you... oh who am I kidding, of course it wasn't!" 'Silas' explains to the others in the room, emphasizing the 'of course'. "Anyway, I've got places to go and people to see, and I can't do that while stuck in this den of a dwelling!" Near the end of his sentence, it becomes a bit clearer that there are two voices speaking.
He begins to waver and fade away as the magic does its work. "Sayanora, mother-!" His last few syllables weren't heard by the others as he completely disappears from where he stood, and the runes become dust, blown away by a gust of wind that shouldn't be there.
Jack watches as Silas fades away, the runes disappearing with him. "Wonder where that old man's gone off to..." He considers the possibility of crossing paths with him once more during his investigation of Waise, though given the little speech the old man had given as he left Jack figured it more likely that he had sent himself somewhere far out of the quarantine zone.
His attention shifted to Herman, in particular the energy that had begun coiling around her... his hand. Jack recalled that Trixie had used magic earlier, but she had used a wand to channel her spells; this was something distinct, most likely some form of magic that the old man now inhabiting her body had known beforehand. Which meant that its effects would be unpredictable, though given the malicious look he was giving Annie Jack concluded whatever the spell was, it would be some form of combat magic.
As for why he would decide to attack Annie, Jack had no idea.
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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.
Uyir nods to Vernon, heading over to one of the crates and prying it open to examine its contents. Perhaps there would be something useful. He glances over back at Vernon. He did not truly trust the man, which was something he learned back in Lordran, but he was an experienced traveling companion, and far from the least trustworthy in the group.
While Uyir continues to slowly ponder Vernon in front of the crates, his deep concentration is broken by the chorus of howling wolves. The sound of their song can clearly be heard through the gaping hole in the rubble that Ace had left in their wake some hours earlier.
"Oh, hmm... Nothing much... I guess?" says Allie, quietly looking downwards and brushing off the mud stuck to her dress. "Anyway, do you know where the rest of the people in this place is? Maybe you can take me to them..."
The girl scratches her head.
"To be completely honest, I've only seen one person in the past week, and he didn't look like a resident to me... Anyway, it's late, do you plan on spending the night in a random house here, or what? It's not safe to be out on the streets at night."
Allison, her associate, and her new lady friend, hear the eruption of wolves howling. The eerie sound can be heard coming from all directions, yet not one wolf can yet be seen.
Gwendolyn stares at the mansion, her eyes glinting balefully in the dull light of the night sky. She can feel it, shining on her like a sun, bathing her in invisible light that crawls beneath her skin and claws at the insides of her veins. Her gloves are forgotten, draped on a nearby branch. Her hands itch.
I should run, she thinks, absently. A trickle of blood tickles her lip as another wave of energy washes over the building. The pigeon sits in the crook of her arm, staring glassily at nothing at all.
She smiles, reveling in the silent stillness of a bird caught in the cat's teeth. It is a silence born of a place beyond fear.
While Gwen stares through the void in direction of the mansion, she hears the heavy patter of paws behind her. Soon after the chorus howl of wolves is heard throughout the town. If she were to turn around, she would find three large, black wolves have gathered five meters from her position. The three wolves seat themselves in a row, staring at her with scarlet, scrutinizing eyes.
Ace's eyes blink open in the dark. They drift to where Vernon and Sunset had been sleeping.
Flicking their gaze to the still-blocked door, the empty spot, and back again, they scramble to their feet. For a second, there is silence.
The altar wrenches itself from the ground, its carvings and decorations shattering and peeling like bits of shed snakeskin. With an unsettling, unnatural motion, it abruptly plows through one of the walls. It leaves a gaping hole before smashing into the ground outside.
Ace gingerly steps through the gap and into the light of the stars outside.
Before the church of Waise, a strange blue rift suddenly opened. It began growing larger quickly, and soon the anomaly was affecting the area around it as strange enemies emanated from it. Suddenly a loud flash, and Jord, very confused, fell out of the rift. Soon after the strange rift in space dissapeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Jord stood up and looked around, confused, but soon realized he was back at the church, not sure if he even left the building.
Three abnormally large, black wolves with eyes of scarlet spectrum are seated in a row on the steps of the church. These wolves display no current hostility, yet their intensely inquisitive stare is set on Jord, and nothing else. The sound of chorus howling is heard throughout the town.
Perhaps... if Ace is also present after freeing themselves from the rubble, they too would lay witness to three other wolves matching the same description. They would be seated nearby and staring at her intently.
After a long journey from Tiago, Aella was resting next to a house in Waise. She takes a deep breath of the cold, crisp morning air and smiles slightly. She smells something sweet and pleasurable nearby; the familiar scent of a flower. The scent leads her attention to where it stands. The flower seems almost lonely as it reaches to the sky from a crack between cobblestone nearby. With her bow gripped close to her side, she stoops low to absorb more of its sweet scent. She caresses its petals with tip of her finger while she continues to survey the area.
The town is like she expected from the rumors she'd heard. There wasn't anybody in sight. Most of the houses appeared empty and abandoned, but one close to where she was had the door left wide open. The town of Waise seemed oddly calm and silent, eerily so.
It may have not been noticed at first glance, the presence of an animal. It may have been that Aella’s eyes needed to adjust to the distortion within the darkness, before she could properly discern the face of a wolf staring out from the open doorway. Its coat was pure and white as snow. Its eyes glowed a spectrum of purple hues. It would also appear the size of its head is considerably larger than that of a standard wolf.
The wolf does not withdraw to the house, move farther outside, or display any sign of hostility. It merely stares at Aella from the threshold of the house.
Once Aella acknowledge the wolf more wolves make themselves known, not visually, but rather by the sound of howling. The sound of their howls are heard coming from many directions throughout the town. It would seem Aella is not the only new visitor to Waise.
"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?"
Vernon regards Betty with humor, sounding a soft chuckle as he continues to lead her and Chisille through mansion, but refrains from speaking any more until they arrive at their destination....
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
...Annie seems disappointed in Ei's request. She screws her mouth to one side, thinking on the matter while watching Jack leave with buttons in arm. As she watches Bob and Buttons reunite, the distinctive sound of wolves howling can be heard from outside the mansion. The sound penetrates the walls of the mansion like a haunting melody as Annie turns her attention back to Ei.
"They spoke to you, didn't they? They made you feel safe.... They told you what you wanted to hear... didn't they?" She extends her arm and gently runs her finger down Ei's nose. "The dogs have come, Ei. The cleansing has begun. No one who has seen them will survive. I want to speak with the-"
Annie's mouth claps shut as her eyes turn to look past Ei at Vernon, as he enters the hall alongside Chisille and Betty.
Vernon stops his walk when he arrives behind Ei in the hallway, his eyes immediately meeting with his daughters glare. Though Annie may have recognized his face as a familiar resident of Waise, possibly even a member of the Order, she couldn't have yet known she was looking at her own father.
"Don't be getting pessimistic on me, Annie," Vernon speaks in a firm yet gentle tone. "It isn't over till the fat lady sings." He lowers his eyes to her stomach and nods. "Congratulations.... Now put some clothes on."
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??"
Renard grimaced as feelings of regret begin to surface upon sight of the beast charging him.
"Spent," hissed Renard angrily, referring to his now-empty pistol sword. This was it for him. He would die without any feats to speak of. His consciousness ebbed with every second. Black mists swirled at the edges of his mind, bringing him to his inevitable oblivion. Fuzzy, indecipherable images began to bleed into his vision. Every jostle sends ripples of pain through his entire body. It occurred to Renard during this that a few fractured ribs could not possibly be painful enough for hallucinations to appear.
There were no more gambits, and no more tricks up his sleeve. Renard gathered enough will to try to move his frozen body and make possibly his last move. His perception of time seemed to slow down as he watched the beast move incredibly fast towards him. If it was smart, it would most certainly catch him if he tried to roll out of the way. He curses his sword, which hadn't stopped violently shaking and had now started to produce a ominous red glow.
'This kind of sucks,' he thought to himself as he launched into a defensive lunge, his sword directly aiming to pierce the beast. Something that takes a matter of a few seconds seems like hours to him. His eyes close tightly.
Renard hits the floor face-down with a dull thud. His sword, still shaking violently, clatters on the ground. Had he missed the beast? How was he still alive? He recalls a single word having been yelled whilst he lunged at the beast, though he couldn't make the hazy voice out in the heat of the moment.
He rolls over and faces the ceiling with a sigh. The pain was getting worse, but at the same time it was starting to become number. After a short few moments he hears a voice speak out, questioning what was happening, in a strangely familiar accent that he had heard before.
"I ask myself that question everyday," he mutters to himself.
While Renard comes to lay face up on the floor and the demon prolongs his next move, the haunting chorus of wolves breaks Ezmond's spell on Ezra. In less than an instant he realizes he has been freed, then in one continuous motion he removes the sword from his neck, takes three long strides towards Renard, and drives the sword down through his stomach, pinning him to the floor.
With a hair raising screech of victory, he takes his sights to Ezmond while cocking his head to listen at the wolves.
"I have been relieved of duty."
In his closing words, Ezra glances at the demon in Arial's body before changing to his ethereal form, fading into the air and passing out sight through the nearest wall.
All those in the town of Waise have heard the call of the wolf.
It may have not been noticed at first glance, the presence of an animal. It may have been that Aella’s eyes needed to adjust to the distortion within the darkness, before she could properly discern the face of a wolf staring out from the open doorway. Its coat was pure and white as snow. Its eyes glowed a spectrum of purple hues. It would also appear the size of its head is considerably larger than that of a standard wolf.
The wolf does not withdraw to the house, move farther outside, or display any sign of hostility. It merely stares at Aella from the threshold of the house.
Once Aella acknowledge the wolf more wolves make themselves known, not visually, but rather by the sound of howling. The sound of their howls are heard coming from many directions throughout the town. It would seem Aella is not the only new visitor to Waise.
When Aella noticed the white wolf she turned her attention towards it, looking at it with intrigue. She is worried upon hearing the other wolves throughout the town of Waise and takes a step back, in preparation for any possible conflict that might occur.
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Finally!" 'Silas' exclaims out of nowhere. "It is done..."
He puts a hand on the wall, directly in the middle the multiple complex series of runes, and the runes start glowing a sickly indigo.
"Now, it's been nice knowing you... oh who am I kidding, of course it wasn't!" 'Silas' explains to the others in the room, emphasizing the 'of course'. "Anyway, I've got places to go and people to see, and I can't do that while stuck in this den of a dwelling!" Near the end of his sentence, it becomes a bit clearer that there are two voices speaking.
He begins to waver and fade away as the magic does its work. "Sayanora, mother-!" His last few syllables weren't heard by the others as he completely disappears from where he stood, and the runes become dust, blown away by a gust of wind that shouldn't be there.
As 'Silas' vanishes, he soon appears elsewhere. Though, not where he was hoping to end up. Judging by the water that reaches to his knees and the disgusting smell, he's ended up in the sewers beneath Waise.
"Very well then. I suppose in that case the proper thing to do would be to say that it's nice to meet you, and tell you my own name," he starts, lifting a hand to his chin as if in thought as he looks down at her, "Though something about you gives me the feeling you wouldn't really care."
As Ei talks to Annie, Jack looks down at Buttons, claws stuck in the ankle of his boot. "Come now, Buttons. Bob's waiting for you," he states as he kneels down, removing the kitten from his footwear and giving a brief glance at Ei and Annie before returning to Bob. "Well, I've retrieved your cat, Bob," he states, looking towards Silas and Herman as the former finishes his work.
Jack watches as Silas fades away, the runes disappearing with him. "Wonder where that old man's gone off to..." He considers the possibility of crossing paths with him once more during his investigation of Waise, though given the little speech the old man had given as he left Jack figured it more likely that he had sent himself somewhere far out of the quarantine zone.
His attention shifted to Herman, in particular the energy that had begun coiling around her... his hand. Jack recalled that Trixie had used magic earlier, but she had used a wand to channel her spells; this was something distinct, most likely some form of magic that the old man now inhabiting her body had known beforehand. Which meant that its effects would be unpredictable, though given the malicious look he was giving Annie Jack concluded whatever the spell was, it would be some form of combat magic.
As for why he would decide to attack Annie, Jack had no idea.
Ei simply smiles at Jack. "Don't worry, I already know your name, Jack. Anyway, that cat." Ei points at Buttons. "How much for it?"
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...Annie seems disappointed in Ei's request. She screws her mouth to one side, thinking on the matter while watching Jack leave with buttons in arm. As she watches Bob and Buttons reunite, the distinctive sound of wolves howling can be heard from outside the mansion. The sound penetrates the walls of the mansion like a haunting melody as Annie turns her attention back to Ei.
"They spoke to you, didn't they? They made you feel safe.... They told you what you wanted to hear... didn't they?" She extends her arm and gently runs her finger down Ei's nose. "The dogs have come, Ei. The cleansing has begun. No one who has seen them will survive. I want to speak with the-"
Annie's mouth claps shut as her eyes turn to look past Ei at Vernon, as he enters the hall alongside Chisille and Betty.
Vernon stops his walk when he arrives behind Ei in the hallway, his eyes immediately meeting with his daughters glare. Though Annie may have recognized his face as a familiar resident of Waise, possibly even a member of the Order, she couldn't have yet known she was looking at her own father.
"Don't be getting pessimistic on me, Annie," Vernon speaks in a firm yet gentle tone. "It isn't over till the fat lady sings." He lowers his eyes to her stomach and nods. "Congratulations.... Now put some clothes on."
Ei turns her attention back to Annie. If Jack and such were willing to sell Buttons, they'd mention the price even when Ei's attention was elsewhere. If not, she'd just take Buttons in a not-so-peaceful manner.
"Well, sort-of. I wanted to speak with you about what they said, and how it matters to us." Ei says, unaware that Annie's attention is currently vested on Vernon. Only when Vernon speaks does she actually notice he's there. "And I see that you are still alive, so you've succeeded at protecting Ki so far. Though, I never did get your name, did I?" Ei asks, grinning towards Vernon. Before turning her attention back towards Annie "But yes, Annie, you really should wear something less... revealing."
Ei simply smiles at Jack. "Don't worry, I already know your name, Jack. Anyway, that cat." Ei points at Buttons. "How much for it?"
"Well, that makes things convenient, then. As for the cat, it wouldn't be my call; it belongs to Bob, so you'll have to negotiate prices with him."
Jack looks around as he hears the call of the wolves. "Wolves... or perhaps another set of monsters?" Either way, once they had left the mansion they would have to exercise caution; it would be a shame, after all, to have survived everything that had occurred over the course of the previous day only to die to mundane wolves.
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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 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?"
Vernon regards Betty with humor, sounding a soft chuckle as he continues to lead her and Chisille through mansion, but refrains from speaking any more until they arrive at their destination....
...Annie seems disappointed in Ei's request. She screws her mouth to one side, thinking on the matter while watching Jack leave with buttons in arm. As she watches Bob and Buttons reunite, the distinctive sound of wolves howling can be heard from outside the mansion. The sound penetrates the walls of the mansion like a haunting melody as Annie turns her attention back to Ei.
"They spoke to you, didn't they? They made you feel safe.... They told you what you wanted to hear... didn't they?" She extends her arm and gently runs her finger down Ei's nose. "The dogs have come, Ei. The cleansing has begun. No one who has seen them will survive. I want to speak with the-"
Annie's mouth claps shut as her eyes turn to look past Ei at Vernon, as he enters the hall alongside Chisille and Betty.
Vernon stops his walk when he arrives behind Ei in the hallway, his eyes immediately meeting with his daughters glare. Though Annie may have recognized his face as a familiar resident of Waise, possibly even a member of the Order, she couldn't have yet known she was looking at her own father.
"Don't be getting pessimistic on me, Annie," Vernon speaks in a firm yet gentle tone. "It isn't over till the fat lady sings." He lowers his eyes to her stomach and nods. "Congratulations.... Now put some clothes on."
Chisille nods in understanding when Betty informs her what a physician is for. However as she thought about precisely what this means, she started getting more nervous then normal about the thought. Both Vernon and Betty were seriously suggesting that she should willingly go up to some human who knows this stuff and let them examine her injuries. To just... sit there and let them toy with her vulnerable state like that... she shuddered at the thought.
"Don't like idea of seeing doctor. Haven't needed them before, why now?" she asks Betty in a hushed tone, spinning her head around to get a look at the bandaged up part of her tail. The bandage was still holding strong, though it was clear that the wound was still bleeding judging from the redness of the cloth, just much slower then before. The pain was nothing new even though it was still uncomfortable. She often woke up from a good night's sleep feeling a bit sore when she used to be imprisoned. She never figured out why though.
When the group reached Ei, Annie, Jack and whoever else was still within viewing distance, Chisille changed her position from next to Betty to behind her instead. Too many new others stood before her, including Vernon. She caught a strong whiff of someone that smelt oddly familiar, even though she didn't recognize anyone directly before her. In between her nervous glances and constant checks of the others behavior, she narrowed the scent down to two individuals. The cloak wearing Annie, or Ei.
Chisille couldn't quite pinpoint when or where she recognized the scent from previously, and she was not feeling brave enough to figure out which of the pair was the culprit either.
...Annie seems disappointed in Ei's request. She screws her mouth to one side, thinking on the matter while watching Jack leave with buttons in arm. As she watches Bob and Buttons reunite, the distinctive sound of wolves howling can be heard from outside the mansion. The sound penetrates the walls of the mansion like a haunting melody as Annie turns her attention back to Ei.
"They spoke to you, didn't they? They made you feel safe.... They told you what you wanted to hear... didn't they?" She extends her arm and gently runs her finger down Ei's nose. "The dogs have come, Ei. The cleansing has begun. No one who has seen them will survive. I want to speak with the-"
Annie's mouth claps shut as her eyes turn to look past Ei at Vernon, as he enters the hall alongside Chisille and Betty.
Vernon stops his walk when he arrives behind Ei in the hallway, his eyes immediately meeting with his daughters glare. Though Annie may have recognized his face as a familiar resident of Waise, possibly even a member of the Order, she couldn't have yet known she was looking at her own father.
"Don't be getting pessimistic on me, Annie," Vernon speaks in a firm yet gentle tone. "It isn't over till the fat lady sings." He lowers his eyes to her stomach and nods. "Congratulations.... Now put some clothes on."
As 'Silas' vanishes, he soon appears elsewhere. Though, not where he was hoping to end up. Judging by the water that reaches to his knees and the disgusting smell, he's ended up in the sewers beneath Waise.
Ei simply smiles at Jack. "Don't worry, I already know your name, Jack. Anyway, that cat." Ei points at Buttons. "How much for it?"
Ei turns her attention back to Annie. If Jack and such were willing to sell Buttons, they'd mention the price even when Ei's attention was elsewhere. If not, she'd just take Buttons in a not-so-peaceful manner.
"Well, sort-of. I wanted to speak with you about what they said, and how it matters to us." Ei says, unaware that Annie's attention is currently vested on Vernon. Only when Vernon speaks does she actually notice he's there. "And who might you be?" Ei asks, cautiously observing Vernon. "But yes, Annie, you really should wear something less... revealing."
"Well, that makes things convenient, then. As for the cat, it wouldn't be my call; it belongs to Bob, so you'll have to negotiate prices with him."
Jack looks around as he hears the call of the wolves. "Wolves... or perhaps another set of monsters?" Either way, once they had left the mansion they would have to exercise caution; it would be a shame, after all, to have survived everything that had occurred over the course of the previous day only to die to mundane wolves.
Chisille nods in understanding when Betty informs her what a physician is for. However as she thought about precisely what this means, she started getting more nervous then normal about the thought. Both Vernon and Betty were seriously suggesting that she should willingly go up to some human who knows this stuff and let them examine her injuries. To just... sit there and let them toy with her vulnerable state like that... she shuddered at the thought.
"Don't like idea of seeing doctor. Haven't needed them before, why now?" she asks Betty in a hushed tone, spinning her head around to get a look at the bandaged up part of her tail. The bandage was still holding strong, though it was clear that the wound was still bleeding judging from the redness of the cloth, just much slower then before. The pain was nothing new even though it was still uncomfortable. She often woke up from a good night's sleep feeling a bit sore when she used to be imprisoned. She never figured out why though.
When the group reached Ei, Annie, Jack and whoever else was still within viewing distance, Chisille changed her position from next to Betty to behind her instead. Too many new others stood before her, including Vernon. She caught a strong whiff of someone that smelt oddly familiar, even though she didn't recognize anyone directly before her. In between her nervous glances and constant checks of the others behavior, she narrowed the scent down to two individuals. The cloak wearing Annie, or Ei.
Chisille couldn't quite pinpoint when or where she recognized the scent from previously, and she was not feeling brave enough to figure out which of the pair was the culprit either.
Bob didn't pay too much attention to the howling wolves outside, after all they were just wolves and nothing too unusual, but he is getting a little antsy about Buttons. It was clear that Jack wasn't about to give Buttons away without permission, since it wasn't his cat to give, but Bob didn't trust Annie or Ei, and the arrival of the newcomers, Vernon, some odd looking farm and a young dragon, wasn't helping his comfort levels. He had originally asked Jack to retrieve the cat because being unarmed and dressed in a tattered evening wear wasn't exactly a condition to be making any bold moves in the face of two powerful beings, but the time had come to suck up some courage and save his cat from possibly being catnapped by force.
Hoping he wasn't going to interrupt the ensuing conversation between Ei and Vernon and draw attention to his advance, he takes a deep breath and walks quickly to Jack, taking the cat from his arms.
"Thanks, Jack." He whispers, and taking a few steps back.
Buttons didn't seem very relaxed either. Bob wasn't even sure if the young cat even recognized him and his little body was shaking nervously, unable to get comfortable in Bobs arms.
"Don't worry, Buttons," He strokes the cat behind the ears to try and subdue him; "everything is gonna be fine."
Boris steps up beside Bob, smiling broad at the kitten in his arms. "Awwww... that sure is a cute little cat. I wish I had a cat just like that."
Then Boris' attention is drawn to the young dragon hiding behind Betty. He recognized the dragon from dinner, and was happy to see it, but he didn't recognize Betty, Vernon or Ei. Annie of course was till being her very naughty self, but Boris for some reason didn't feel like begrudging her at that moment. It was possible all the many things taking place, plus the joy of seeing the dragon, was overriding his disdain for the girl.
Unfortunately, as Boris angled his head to take a better look at the dragon, he noticed the bloody bandage around her tail. Someone had hurt the little dragon! His heart suddenly sunk in his chest as his jaws clenched shut and teeth began to grind. The sound of the grinding was kinda loud as his blood pressure caused his eyes to bleed red with fury. His hands became white-knuckled fists as he then broke from his stance and strode towards the Farm girl and dragon. Paying no consideration to the conversation between the others, his feet stomp heavily into place as he stops a meter from Betty and Chisille, and raises his voice to demand answers.
"Who hurt you, baby dragon?! BORIS CRUSH THEIR SKULL!"
At the other end of the Hall, Herman forgets about Silas and doesn't even notice when the guy disappears. The green coils of energy continue to make their way up his/her arms while he concentrates his focus on Annie, but the sudden arrival of Vernon and the others makes him think twice. He puts a stop to his spell and the power rescinds. The coiling energy moving up his arms disperses harmlessly into the air.
He frowns disappointed, shaking his head and giving his chest a caress to comfort himself. "In time then.... A better opportunity will come."
While Renard comes to lay face up on the floor and the demon prolongs his next move, the haunting chorus of wolves breaks Ezmond's spell on Ezra. In less than an instant he realizes he has been freed, then in one continuous motion he removes the sword from his neck, takes three long strides towards Renard, and drives the sword down through his stomach, pinning him to the floor.
With a hair raising screech of victory, he takes his sights to Ezmond while cocking his head to listen at the wolves.
"I have been relieved of duty."
In his closing words, Ezra glances at the demon in Arial's body before changing to his ethereal form, fading into the air and passing out sight through the nearest wall.
The demon looks to Ezmond when the spell was cast on Ezra, then watches curiously as Renard misses his mark, at which he was little humored and let out a small hissing sound. When the wolves then howled and break the spell on Ezra, the demon didn't have time - or maybe he just didn't care enough - to reach Renard in time to try and save him. He had started his advance across the room to assault the beast, but by time he arrived Renard was already pinned to the floor and Ezra had vanished from the room. The demons turns to look at Ezmond through Ariel's eyes and mocks the man.
"Well done, Wizard. Who's your next victim?"
Meanwhile Ariel, or rather his soul, is frantic in his efforts to try and help. His screams and yelling apparently continue to go unheard, and as he watches Ezra plant his own sword in Renards gut, it feels like his own soul is being stabbed with the torment of being helpless to the cause. He was so distressed by what took place that his soul circled around Renards body, yelling at him to wake up, telling him to heal, while his ghostly hands grasped and clutched to try and remove the sword, as if doing so would somehow undo the past five minutes and make everything ok again.
Oddly enough, in his frantically emotional effort to try and do something, anything at all, the hand of his soul suddenly takes grip on the swords. He can feel the cold metal of the hilt tantalize the his touch as the contours of his hand conform to the texture of the grip. In a moment of epiphany he recognized his ability to maintain his hold on the weapon and with a swift move - forgetting that removing the blade from Renard might actually make matters worse and cause him to bleed out faster if he wasn't already dead - he withdraws the swords from his friend.
The sword rises in the air, wielded by Ariel's unseen soul as he swings it fast at Ezra, but his efforts came too late and the blade merely cut through air as Ezra disappeared through the wall.
Infuriated by the harm to his friend and his own lack of help, Ariel turns blame to Ezmond, gripping the sword in both hands above his head as he flies fast across the room to plant the blade in Ezmond's chest in a downward stabbing motion.
While Renard comes to lay face up on the floor and the demon prolongs his next move, the haunting chorus of wolves breaks Ezmond's spell on Ezra. In less than an instant he realizes he has been freed, then in one continuous motion he removes the sword from his neck, takes three long strides towards Renard, and drives the sword down through his stomach, pinning him to the floor.
With a hair raising screech of victory, he takes his sights to Ezmond while cocking his head to listen at the wolves.
"I have been relieved of duty."
In his closing words, Ezra glances at the demon in Arial's body before changing to his ethereal form, fading into the air and passing out sight through the nearest wall.
The demon looks to Ezmond when the spell was cast on Ezra, then watches curiously as Renard misses his mark, at which he was little humored and let out a small hissing sound. When the wolves then howled and break the spell on Ezra, the demon didn't have time - or maybe he just didn't care enough - to reach Renard in time to try and save him. He had started his advance across the room to assault the beast, but by time he arrived Renard was already pinned to the floor and Ezra had vanished from the room. The demons turns to look at Ezmond through Ariel's eyes and mocks the man.
"Well done, Wizard. Who's your next victim?"
Meanwhile Ariel, or rather his soul, is frantic in his efforts to try and help. His screams and yelling apparently continue to go unheard, and as he watches Ezra plant his own sword in Renards gut, it feels like his own soul is being stabbed with the torment of being helpless to the cause. He was so distressed by what took place that his soul circled around Renards body, yelling at him to wake up, telling him to heal, while his ghostly hands grasped and clutched to try and remove the sword, as if doing so would somehow undo the past five minutes and make everything ok again.
Oddly enough, in his frantically emotional effort to try and do something, anything at all, the hand of his soul suddenly takes grip on the swords. He can feel the cold metal of the hilt tantalize the his touch as the contours of his hand conform to the texture of the grip. In a moment of epiphany he recognized his ability to maintain his hold on the weapon and with a swift move - forgetting that removing the blade from Renard might actually make matters worse and cause him to bleed out faster if he wasn't already dead - he withdraws the swords from his friend.
The sword rises in the air, wielded by Ariel's unseen soul as he swings it fast at Ezra, but his efforts came too late and the blade merely cut through air as Ezra disappeared through the wall.
Infuriated by the harm to his friend and his own lack of help, Ariel turns blame to Ezmond, gripping the sword in both hands above his head as he flies fast across the room to plant the blade in Ezmond's chest in a downward stabbing motion.
Renard continues to stare at the ceiling whilst the reality of the blade lodged in his stomach starts to become more and more apparent. A slight frown forms on his lips whilst blood trickles from it simultaneously. A sword through the stomach-- a little ironic to him, since that was the same way Faux had went out. After all, he was the same person, or at least a fragment. He tries to laugh, but nothing comes out. The pain had gotten worse enough, making him numb to the blade in his stomach, though he feels as if something is being tugged from him. He wonders to himself-- was there a place in heaven for someone like him? In actuality, asking that kind of question was similar to asking whether dogs go to heaven or not.
'Ah well,' he thinks to himself, the sweet relief of death taking him as he closes his eyes. Moments pass, and his thoughts continue, still having not been cut off by death. He thinks of this as strange, considering he was supposed to be dead.
Renard opens his eyes to find himself standing over his own dead body, unfortunately reaffirming that he was in fact dead. Now with a chance to finally see Faux in person, he deduces that he must've been a real ladykiller, what with the golden coat and handsome face even in death. It was a little too bad those traits hadn't carried over completely. Looking around the room, it seemed as if he was now on another plane of existence, because he could now see his friend floating about, albeit time seemed to be stopped and so was Ariel. He holds his hands up in the air and checks himself out. Regular him, cape and all, though the whole being dead thing puts a damper on his happiness.
It still hurt. Such a thing was impossible, but the pain still lingered in his soul. Even in stopped time, the source of his pain, his sword 'Truth', continues to vibrate violently on the floor. He takes one look at Ariel who seemed to have a grip on the sword that had impaled him. Emulating this, Renard, knowing what to do, slowly grabs the sword off the floor. He had no idea what it would do now, but he still thought about it before doing anything. Dying peacefully was enticing-- now he could be released from all the troubles of the world. What good could he do for the world? He wasn't really meant to exist in the first place. Was there a point in continuing?
Loose ends. Loose ends and revenge. That's why he decides to continue on, despite all the pain coming from the sword he will undoubtedly continue to suffer. He takes one good look at the sword-- despite its appearance, it was holding his regular body within it. All he had to do was release it.
After much deliberation, Renard spins the sword around in his hand out of habit and prepares.
"And with this... may Faux Ambrose rest in peace! Switch!"
Holding the sword firmly, he drives the sword directly into his former body. A beam of light begins to take form, blinding Renard briefly as he is brought into the present. Gravity begins to weigh down on him, now that he has been given form. His signature black cape flutters impossibly in the non-existent wind, whilst his brown leather armour complements it nicely. He rests his hands comfortably on the sword clipped to his side, which was Maras' creation. It continues to emanate a light purple glow in its sheath. Soon enough, the beam of light begins to die down, and looking at the floor, he notices that Faux's body was now gone, the sword impaling it also having disappeared. The beast that had killed him was gone, too. He wonders exactly how much time had passed, but nonetheless, he looks around the room for the mystery sword, finally spotting it strangely flying through the air. It was impossibly heading for a man he hadn't seen before at all. Renard tries to move, but trips and falls on his buttocks with a loud thud, mostly because he would have to get used to this body again.
He curses himself for not having made his return more stylish, and being stylish was meant to be his defining trait.
"Stop!" he yells, knowing exactly what was behind the flying sword.
As 'Silas' vanishes, he soon appears elsewhere. Though, not where he was hoping to end up. Judging by the water that reaches to his knees and the disgusting smell, he's ended up in the sewers beneath Waise.
Ei simply smiles at Jack. "Don't worry, I already know your name, Jack. Anyway, that cat." Ei points at Buttons. "How much for it?"
Ei turns her attention back to Annie. If Jack and such were willing to sell Buttons, they'd mention the price even when Ei's attention was elsewhere. If not, she'd just take Buttons in a not-so-peaceful manner.
"Well, sort-of. I wanted to speak with you about what they said, and how it matters to us." Ei says, unaware that Annie's attention is currently vested on Vernon. Only when Vernon speaks does she actually notice he's there. "And I see that you are still alive, so you've succeeded at protecting Ki so far. Though, I never did get your name, did I?" Ei asks, grinning towards Vernon. Before turning her attention back towards Annie "But yes, Annie, you really should wear something less... revealing."
"Damnit!" 'Silas' yells. "The barrier was stronger than I thought... it managed to scramble the connection!" Wasting no time, he starts trugding through the sewage, trying to locate a way out. "Fortunately the host can disable its olfactory glands..."
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
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...................................................................The Day of the Wolf
While Uyir continues to slowly ponder Vernon in front of the crates, his deep concentration is broken by the chorus of howling wolves. The sound of their song can clearly be heard through the gaping hole in the rubble that Ace had left in their wake some hours earlier.
Uyir glances up from towards the gaping hole, sighing quietly. He never really liked wolves, they travelled in packs. Difficult to fight alone, and whatnot. However, he was getting bored sitting here in this room, and may as well go onwards! He grabs his shield and glances around the room, before climbing out of the hole to Waise at large.
Renard continues to stare at the ceiling whilst the reality of the blade lodged in his stomach starts to become more and more apparent. A slight frown forms on his lips whilst blood trickles from it simultaneously. A sword through the stomach-- a little ironic to him, since that was the same way Faux had went out. After all, he was the same person, or at least a fragment. He tries to laugh, but nothing comes out. The pain had gotten worse enough, making him numb to the blade in his stomach, though he feels as if something is being tugged from him. He wonders to himself-- was there a place in heaven for someone like him? In actuality, asking that kind of question was similar to asking whether dogs go to heaven or not.
'Ah well,' he thinks to himself, the sweet relief of death taking him as he closes his eyes. Moments pass, and his thoughts continue, still having not been cut off by death. He thinks of this as strange, considering he was supposed to be dead.
Renard opens his eyes to find himself standing over his own dead body, unfortunately reaffirming that he was in fact dead. Now with a chance to finally see Faux in person, he deduces that he must've been a real ladykiller, what with the golden coat and handsome face even in death. It was a little too bad those traits hadn't carried over completely. Looking around the room, it seemed as if he was now on another plane of existence, because he could now see his friend floating about, albeit time seemed to be stopped and so was Ariel. He holds his hands up in the air and checks himself out. Regular him, cape and all, though the whole being dead thing puts a damper on his happiness.
It still hurt. Such a thing was impossible, but the pain still lingered in his soul. Even in stopped time, the source of his pain, his sword 'Truth', continues to vibrate violently on the floor. He takes one look at Ariel who seemed to have a grip on the sword that had impaled him. Emulating this, Renard, knowing what to do, slowly grabs the sword off the floor. He had no idea what it would do now, but he still thought about it before doing anything. Dying peacefully was enticing-- now he could be released from all the troubles of the world. What good could he do for the world? He wasn't really meant to exist in the first place. Was there a point in continuing?
Loose ends. Loose ends and revenge. That's why he decides to continue on, despite all the pain coming from the sword he will undoubtedly continue to suffer. He takes one good look at the sword-- despite its appearance, it was holding his regular body within it. All he had to do was release it.
After much deliberation, Renard spins the sword around in his hand out of habit and prepares.
"And with this... may Faux Ambrose rest in peace! Switch!"
Holding the sword firmly, he drives the sword directly into his former body. A beam of light begins to take form, blinding Renard briefly as he is brought into the present. Gravity begins to weigh down on him, now that he has been given form. His signature black cape flutters impossibly in the non-existent wind, whilst his brown leather armour complements it nicely. He rests his hands comfortably on the sword clipped to his side, which was Maras' creation. It continues to emanate a light purple glow in its sheath. Soon enough, the beam of light begins to die down, and looking at the floor, he notices that Faux's body was now gone, the sword impaling it also having disappeared. The beast that had killed him was gone, too. He wonders exactly how much time had passed, but nonetheless, he looks around the room for the mystery sword, finally spotting it strangely flying through the air. It was impossibly heading for a man he hadn't seen before at all. Renard tries to move, but trips and falls on his buttocks with a loud thud, mostly because he would have to get used to this body again.
He curses himself for not having made his return more stylish, and being stylish was meant to be his defining trait.
"Stop!" he yells, knowing exactly what was behind the flying sword.
One thing about being a ghost, or a soul, emotions are much more raw and absolute, not mixed or diluted like when you have a physical body that influences diversity in responses, so the anger Ariel had for Ezmond at that very point in time was unadulterated. Another thing about being a ghost, is that response time was practically instantaneous, so when hearing the voice of his friend call out for him to stop - despite the great speed that the sword was being driven towards Ezmonds - Ariel came to a complete halt with the tip of the blade floating in the air just a few millimeters from Ezmond's chest.
It was strange really, how the realization of so many things could happen in the smallest moment. It seemed unnatural, but wonderful at the same time. No matter how different each change of emotion was from one to another, his mind was present and fully alert with each of these changes. In an instant he went from rage to joy, no middle man, as he turned to look at Renard with a smile he couldn't see, then spoke to him in a voice he couldn't hear;
"I've never felt so damn glad to see someone alive."
With a fancy spin of his sword, Ariel dropped the blade to the floor, resting the hand of his soul on the pommel as if the weapon were now a cane. But he had no idea what else to do now, so he just stood there joyously smiling at Renard. He didn't care that Renard couldn't see his pleasure, and he didn't even question how Renard had managed to pull of the seemingly impossible. Ariel was just happy to see him alive. Simple as that.
At some point while this was happening, the demon, along with Ariel's body, decided to escape out the door on the opposite side of the room to where Ezmond had entered. He was gone.
While Gwen stares through the void in direction of the mansion, she hears the heavy patter of paws behind her. Soon after the chorus howl of wolves is heard throughout the town. If she were to turn around, she would find three large, black wolves have gathered five meters from her position. The three wolves seat themselves in a row, staring at her with scarlet, scrutinizing eyes.
Gwen tenses, staring at the wolves with bloodshot eyes. With sharp, dainty motions, she tugs on her gloves, first one, then the other, her pigeon tumbling from her arms and taking to the air. It lands on a nearby rooftop.
Perhaps... if Ace is also present after freeing themselves from the rubble, they too would lay witness to three other wolves matching the same description. They would be seated nearby and staring at them intently.
Ace stares blankly at the wolves. Carefully, so as not to startle them, they reach into their cloak. Their dark eyes flicker to Jord and back.
Ei simply smiles at Jack. "Don't worry, I already know your name, Jack. Anyway, that cat." Ei points at Buttons. "How much for it?"
Ei turns her attention back to Annie. If Jack and such were willing to sell Buttons, they'd mention the price even when Ei's attention was elsewhere. If not, she'd just take Buttons in a not-so-peaceful manner.
"Well, sort-of. I wanted to speak with you about what they said, and how it matters to us." Ei says, unaware that Annie's attention is currently vested on Vernon. Only when Vernon speaks does she actually notice he's there. "And I see that you are still alive, so you've succeeded at protecting Ki so far. Though, I never did get your name, did I?" Ei asks, grinning towards Vernon. Before turning her attention back towards Annie "But yes, Annie, you really should wear something less... revealing."
"Well, that makes things convenient, then. As for the cat, it wouldn't be my call; it belongs to Bob, so you'll have to negotiate prices with him."
Jack looks around as he hears the call of the wolves. "Wolves... or perhaps another set of monsters?" Either way, once they had left the mansion they would have to exercise caution; it would be a shame, after all, to have survived everything that had occurred over the course of the previous day only to die to mundane wolves.
When the group reached Ei, Annie, Jack and whoever else was still within viewing distance, Chisille changed her position from next to Betty to behind her instead. Too many new others stood before her, including Vernon. She caught a strong whiff of someone that smelt oddly familiar, even though she didn't recognize anyone directly before her. In between her nervous glances and constant checks of the others behavior, she narrowed the scent down to two individuals. The cloak wearing Annie, or Ei.
Chisille couldn't quite pinpoint when or where she recognized the scent from previously, and she was not feeling brave enough to figure out which of the pair was the culprit either.
Bob didn't pay too much attention to the howling wolves outside, after all they were just wolves and nothing too unusual, but he is getting a little antsy about Buttons. It was clear that Jack wasn't about to give Buttons away without permission, since it wasn't his cat to give, but Bob didn't trust Annie or Ei, and the arrival of the newcomers, Vernon, some odd looking farm and a young dragon, wasn't helping his comfort levels. He had originally asked Jack to retrieve the cat because being unarmed and dressed in a tattered evening wear wasn't exactly a condition to be making any bold moves in the face of two powerful beings, but the time had come to suck up some courage and save his cat from possibly being catnapped by force.
Hoping he wasn't going to interrupt the ensuing conversation between Ei and Vernon and draw attention to his advance, he takes a deep breath and walks quickly to Jack, taking the cat from his arms.
"Thanks, Jack." He whispers, and taking a few steps back.
Buttons didn't seem very relaxed either. Bob wasn't even sure if the young cat even recognized him and his little body was shaking nervously, unable to get comfortable in Bobs arms.
"Don't worry, Buttons," He strokes the cat behind the ears to try and subdue him; "everything is gonna be fine."
Boris steps up beside Bob, smiling broad at the kitten in his arms. "Awwww... that sure is a cute little cat. I wish I had a cat just like that."
Then Boris' attention is drawn to the young dragon hiding behind Betty. He recognized the dragon from dinner, and was happy to see it, but he didn't recognize Betty, Vernon or Ei. Annie of course was till being her very naughty self, but Boris for some reason didn't feel like begrudging her at that moment. It was possible all the many things taking place, plus the joy of seeing the dragon, was overriding his disdain for the girl.
Unfortunately, as Boris angled his head to take a better look at the dragon, he noticed the bloody bandage around her tail. Someone had hurt the little dragon! His heart suddenly sunk in his chest as his jaws clenched shut and teeth began to grind. The sound of the grinding was kinda loud as his blood pressure caused his eyes to bleed red with fury. His hands became white-knuckled fists as he then broke from his stance and strode towards the Farm girl and dragon. Paying no consideration to the conversation between the others, his feet stomp heavily into place as he stops a meter from Betty and Chisille, and raises his voice to demand answers.
"Who hurt you, baby dragon?! BORIS CRUSH THEIR SKULL!"
At the other end of the Hall, Herman forgets about Silas and doesn't even notice when the guy disappears. The green coils of energy continue to make their way up his/her arms while he concentrates his focus on Annie, but the sudden arrival of Vernon and the others makes him think twice. He puts a stop to his spell and the power rescinds. The coiling energy moving up his arms disperses harmlessly into the air.
He frowns disappointed, shaking his head and giving his chest a caress to comfort himself. "In time then.... A better opportunity will come."
Vernon throws a glance down the hallway at Ki, then regards Ei with a look of obvious assurance.
"Call me Vernon. Should I be feeling pleased to see you again at this point?" He was obviously referring to the fact that his mission was not yet complete, but he now looks to Boris who has made no small measure of bringing attention to his presence as he stomps heavily to a close in front of the young and frightened dragon. He waits for Boris to declare his intentions to Chisille before responding.
"Careful there, lad. Try not to spook those you aim to protect." He looks back past Betty, and raises his hand at Chisille in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you, Darl'n." His voice is smooth and mildly sedative. If Chisille was provoked by Boris' outburst, she would have no doubt been strangely set at ease by Vernon's voice.
While Annie continues to stare at Vernon as though he were a fascinating painting on a wall, Vernon speaks once again with Ei. His tone of voice is now... peculiarly seductive. ...Bewitching. Ei would most likely find his suggestion near impossible to refuse:
"Speaking of chats, I would like to have a private one with you...." His eyes turn to Annie; "...and Anne of the Redferne. Follow me."
As he walks down the hallway toward the entrance to dining room, he raises his voice in an unnaturally spellbinding, persuasive manner to all others present in the hallway. "The rest of you remain here."
Vernon enters the empty dining room and awaits Ei and Annie to join him.
Jord, after looking around for a bit, suddenly spotted the wolves. "Three wolves huh? How odd." He said to no one in particular. He quickly checked his gear to see if he had any food left, but he had none.
He then took his silver sword out of its sheath and stabbed in into the ground so he could be ready if the wolves were to attack. Jord leaned on it, and stared back at the wolves with as much, if not more, intensity as they were staring at him.
The black wolves react to Jord's movements with the greatest intrigue, watching his every move. The center wolf reveals three sets of canine teeth when Jord draws the sword. Its glare, now oddly displaying more intelligence than the eyes an average wolf, is fixed on Jord's, while the wolves on either side of it break off; one taking a position to the left of Jord, the other to the right.
Uyir glances up from towards the gaping hole, sighing quietly. He never really liked wolves, they travelled in packs. Difficult to fight alone, and whatnot. However, he was getting bored sitting here in this room, and may as well go onwards! He grabs his shield and glances around the room, before climbing out of the hole to Waise at large.
Uyir steps out to Waise at large and can no doubt see Jord nearby. Jord is being confronted by three black wolves, however, so is Uyir. The three black wolves with scarlet stares are seated before him, positioned between Jord and himself. Their fixed stares are intense, yet they do not show any current sign of hostility.
Gwen tenses, staring at the wolves with bloodshot eyes. With sharp, dainty motions, she tugs on her gloves, first one, then the other, her pigeon tumbling from her arms and taking to the air. It lands on a nearby rooftop.
None of the three wolves give attention to the fleeting pigeon. They are however alerted by Gwens sharp, tugging motions. The two wolves on either side break away as the center wolves snarls, revealing three sets of canine teeth, while its narrowed eyes now reveal more than just animal intelligence. The other two wolves take a standing position to the left and to the right of Gwen.
Ace stares blankly at the wolves. Carefully, so as not to startle them, they reach into their cloak. Their dark eyes flicker to Jord and back.
The three black wolves scrutinize Aces every move, as if perhaps awaiting a treat. Once the hand of the person of yet undisclosed gender reaches into their cloak, the center wolf curls its lip to expose three sets of canine teeth. It's eyes now seem oddly enhanced, a narrowed glare that depicts more than animal intellect. It's new demeanor is noted by the wolf to its right and accordingly breaks off from the three, circling around and taking a standing position to Aces left. The lead wolf continues to snarl, its glare fixed upon Ace's eyes. The wolf to its left remains in its former state of scrutiny for Ace.
When Aella noticed the white wolf she turned her attention towards it, looking at it with intrigue. She is worried upon hearing the other wolves throughout the town of Waise and takes a step back, in preparation for any possible conflict that might occur.
The white wolf is attentive, watching Aella's every move. Once she takes a step back, it flares its nostrils, raises its snout, eyes narrowing slightly while analysing the girls scent. It now seems... uninterested in Aella as it back-steps, disappearing into the darkness beyond the threshold.
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OOC: K9, for those who are not aware, is an abbreviation for Military canine, or army dog. In this case, the abbreviation was made in haste and was meant to relate the canine teeth, while simultaneously proclaiming the wolves military status. It has, however, been brought to my attention that my efforts to be... cryptic, for lack of a better word, was only seen as confusing. I have edited according. If there are ever any questions in regards to the content of my posts, please do not hesitate to PM me for clarification.
Boris steps up beside Bob, smiling broad at the kitten in his arms. "Awwww... that sure is a cute little cat. I wish I had a cat just like that."
Then Boris' attention is drawn to the young dragon hiding behind Betty. He recognized the dragon from dinner, and was happy to see it, but he didn't recognize Betty, Vernon or Ei. Annie of course was till being her very naughty self, but Boris for some reason didn't feel like begrudging her at that moment. It was possible all the many things taking place, plus the joy of seeing the dragon, was overriding his disdain for the girl.
Unfortunately, as Boris angled his head to take a better look at the dragon, he noticed the bloody bandage around her tail. Someone had hurt the little dragon! His heart suddenly sunk in his chest as his jaws clenched shut and teeth began to grind. The sound of the grinding was kinda loud as his blood pressure caused his eyes to bleed red with fury. His hands became white-knuckled fists as he then broke from his stance and strode towards the Farm girl and dragon. Paying no consideration to the conversation between the others, his feet stomp heavily into place as he stops a meter from Betty and Chisille, and raises his voice to demand answers.
"Who hurt you, baby dragon?! BORIS CRUSH THEIR SKULL!"
Vernon throws a glance down the hallway at Ki, then regards Ei with a look of obvious assurance.
"Call me Vernon. Should I be feeling pleased to see you again at this point?" He was obviously referring to the fact that his mission was not yet complete, but he now looks to Boris who has made no small measure of bringing attention to his presence as he stomps heavily to a close in front of the young and frightened dragon. He waits for Boris to declare his intentions to Chisille before responding.
"Careful there, lad. Try not to spook those you aim to protect." He looks back past Betty, and raises his hand at Chisille in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you, Darl'n." His voice is smooth and mildly sedative. If Chisille was provoked by Boris' outburst, she would have no doubt been strangely set at ease by Vernon's voice.
While Annie continues to stare at Vernon as though he were a fascinating painting on a wall, Vernon speaks once again with Ei. His tone of voice is now... peculiarly seductive. ...Bewitching. Ei would most likely find his suggestion near impossible to refuse:
"Speaking of chats, I would like to have a private one with you...." His eyes turn to Annie; "...and Anne of the Redferne. Follow me."
As he walks down the hallway toward the entrance to dining room, he raises his voice in an unnaturally spellbinding, persuasive manner to all others present in the hallway. "The rest of you remain here."
Vernon enters the empty dining room and awaits Ei and Annie to join him.
Chisille's pondering over the source of the familiar smell she could detect was suddenly and loudly disrupted by Boris, who upon spotting her marched heavily over towards where she was hiding. Of course, such loud and direct behavior would immediately be thought of as aggressive by little Chisille, so her draconic instincts were to immediately run or fight the man.
Though instead of either of those options, she decided to stay put. Even when scared by Boris' behavior, she remembered that not only was she already behind someone who would be very willing to stop him, but running would mean getting lost once more. However she wasn't perfectly fine with all of this either. Whether she really knew it or not her tail had started quivering, visible to everyone. If Boris were to come even closer and frighten her more, it would be very likely that she would lash out with the bloodied spike on the end of it. The flames heating up within her chest was just in case that didn't work.
Thankfully for Boris, Chisille's defensive stance relaxed once Vernon's calming spell takes effect on her mind. Her tail stopped it's nervous quivering and her dragon fire cooled off in her belly. A light sigh escaped from her mouth. "More mind stuff... why me all the time..." she muttered to herself, looking away from everyone else as she said so.
After a short pause, she looked back up at Boris. Even though he was still acting scary, Chisille's current state of mind allowed her to answer his question, however because of what she had already decided upon, she figured it wouldn't be a good idea to tell him. Not only because it would get another human killed because of her, but it would also lead them straight to the one that would tell all about her murdering Fin. She cleared her throat. "None hurt me. Was my fault. Got scratched badly by thing." she lied.
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One thing about being a ghost, or a soul, emotions are much more raw and absolute, not mixed or diluted like when you have a physical body that influences diversity in responses, so the anger Ariel had for Ezmond at that very point in time was unadulterated. Another thing about being a ghost, is that response time was practically instantaneous, so when hearing the voice of his friend call out for him to stop - despite the great speed that the sword was being driven towards Ezmonds - Ariel came to a complete halt with the tip of the blade floating in the air just a few millimeters from Ezmond's chest.
It was strange really, how the realization of so many things could happen in the smallest moment. It seemed unnatural, but wonderful at the same time. No matter how different each change of emotion was from one to another, his mind was present and fully alert with each of these changes. In an instant he went from rage to joy, no middle man, as he turned to look at Renard with a smile he couldn't see, then spoke to him in a voice he couldn't hear;
"I've never felt so damn glad to see someone alive."
With a fancy spin of his sword, Ariel dropped the blade to the floor, resting the hand of his soul on the pommel as if the weapon were now a cane. But he had no idea what else to do now, so he just stood there joyously smiling at Renard. He didn't care that Renard couldn't see his pleasure, and he didn't even question how Renard had managed to pull of the seemingly impossible. Ariel was just happy to see him alive. Simple as that.
At some point while this was happening, the demon, along with Ariel's body, decided to escape out the door on the opposite side of the room to where Ezmond had entered. He was gone.
Renard felt weak. It was as if his very soul was trying to tear itself out of his body. No way he could start any more fights in his current state. There would be repercussions for having recovered so quickly-- but it was also likely a blessing, because if he had tried stabbing himself while he was still alive, it would instead have fragmented him a second time, thus creating another unwanted copy of him.
Shuddering at the mere thought of this, he turns to look at the sword that had come to rest in front of the man who had barged in a few minutes ago. That was definitely his friend Ariel; he'd seen him briefly while he was dead, after all.
'So wait,' he thinks to himself. 'Who was...'
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ariel's body inconspicuously leaving through a door. Blasted.
Renard's mental to-do list becomes larger every second. It seemed to him that every minute he spent in this place, something important would happen and he would make a new enemy. First, that band of murderers, though he'd largely forgotten what they'd done, second, that dragon, though its victim somehow got up and walked away, and third, that beast who had killed him. He would have to take care of them all sooner or later, though the reason for his strange obligation to do so is yet to be known to even himself. There was also the matter of finding both that one little girl and Maras, but he hadn't the faintest clue about where any of them were.
Absent-mindedly patting his back for his triple-barrelled flintlock pistol, he squints at the man in front of him. He was somewhat familiar-- the face, the voice... had he met this person before?
"Nice to meet you," he says, straining his voice as he continues to look for his gun. "The name's Renard, master engineer, etcetera, etcetera..."
He finally comes to a realisation, looking back at the door where Ariel's body had escaped through.
"He's got my damn gun...!" he shouts, wide-eyed. "Look, you," he says, pointing at the man, "I dunno what you did, but you better take responsibility and help me exorcise the whats-it in my friend's body."
Trixie sighs at what Revel says, she sits down on...whatever she is standing on. She starts thinking about who she would like to be. She didn’t want to be anything like what she was. She wanted to be free, not a person who always worried about what other people thought of her. She wouldn’t care about power or ego like Trixie did either. All of those things didn’t help Trixie in the past anyway. She imagines a girl with no ties to her previous life in any way….
…This girl would be 17. Old enough to make her own decisions, but she would hardly have a care in the world. She’s attractive, because why not? But she wouldn’t even care about that either…. Her name would be Aella, and would be somewhat short and petite, but stronger than any other girl her size and is very agile. Her eyes are a light green and have excellent sight. She wears modest clothing, a little dull though. Perhaps like a man with trousers, a top and boots. Her hair is a light brown. Not too long, but it’s a little bit messy and flows around wherever, just like her personality…. Aella would go where she pleases and do what she wants whenever she wants to. She would be a free spirit. Just like the wind…. Speaking of the wind, that would be her unique power as well, not fire, ice, dark magic or anything like that, aella would be an air mage instead. Yes, she would have the ability to control the wind, and perhaps even other parts of the weather at times.
Now Trixie starts thinking about Aella’s history. Where did she come from? What sort of life did she have? Trixie imagines she would be from a small town named Tiago... far to the South of Waise. Aella grew up there, but most of her childhood was rather unimportant. Her parents encouraged the young Aella to learn Air magic, as they were air mages themselves. She accepted and she eventually mastered their teachings. But for many years she had no idea of the great power she was really capable of. This all changed when she was 15. Whilst she was leaving school one day, a beastly bear-like creature attacked the town, and this was the event when Aella realized how truly powerful she was, even greater than that of her parents or anyone else in her town had ever known. That was the day she was crowned a hero to her people.
When the monster entered town the villagers ran from it, and many were caught by surprise being injured and died. But Aella didn’t run. She confronted it, because the love for her people filled her with unexpected courage and she grew angrier and angrier upon each passing moment the beast was alive. She automatically focused on the teachings of her parents and her anger somehow made her realize much more than she had been taught. A new level of her power was unlocked.... Miraculously, the beast soon collapsed, Dead. Aella had channelled her energy and stole the air from inside it, causing the beast to suffocate.
After this incident, she was called a hero by the many villagers. She impressed her parents, she impressed everyone. For heroic deed, a green bow, forged from refined Viridium (A green metallic rock found in the mountains near her village) was awarded to her. The Viridium was light, durable and made an excellent material for a bow. The arrows were also crafted from Viridium, and some of these arrows were tipped with Viridium Crystal, a special crystal that is naturally formed in the same way that diamonds are formed from coal, and found naturally in the mountains around the village as well. Since Viridium Crystals were said to hold their own magical properties, Aella separated them from the other arrows and reserved them for special occasions. (the special magic of these arrows will be revealed later)
It wasn’t difficult for Aella to learn how to use the bow, it was like second nature to her. Over the next two years she became a master of archery. It also turned out to be an excellent tool to use in conjunction with her Air Mage abilities - Naturally these air magical abilities could assist many things such as levitation, helping her move and run at amazing speeds, remove the air from lungs or larger spaces, and slow her descent when falling from dangerous heights - but she could also use the same air manipulation to alter the course of an arrow, speed up its velocity, slow it down, and even bend its path around corners.
Because Aella is small, the bow was practically the same length as her and she almost always carried it in one hand, not on her back. It was more than just a bow. It became a multipurpose tool; a staff to conduct air spells (even though she didn’t need it to do that), a melee weapon for close combat, a cane to help in hiking and mountaineering, even while walking she would walk the bow at her side in one hand as a companion, and while standing still she would hold it like a native holds a spear to lean on with one foot resting on the knee of the other leg. For all intents and purposes, the bow became an extension of her body.
While Trixie imagines the existence of this person and all her special gifts, she also knows that in the end Aella is human and has weakness like any other human; she can be injured, she can bleed and she can die. But Trixie also knows because Aella is only young, she still has a lot to learn about herself and her magic abilies…
She then looked to Revel, wondering what he thought of this.
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
Revel leans back in his highchair and watches Trixie's imagination go to work. He stares blankly for much of the time, but towards the end one of his brows begin to rise slowly with slight astonishment from behind the rim of his sunglasses. When she finally finishes her daydream and looks to him for his approval, he stares at her for a time with eyebrow still raised. Eventually he breaks the silence.
"Well...." He removes his sunglasses and places them gently on the tray in front of him, regarding her with intrigue. "Just when I had lost all hope for your intelligence...." He pretends to wipe a tear of joy from his eye. "That's quite a character you have there. I hope you're up to the challenge because..." He raises his hand to point his chubby little baby finger at her; "...You're it! Goodbye!"
In not even as much as a flash of light, Trixie's soul is transformed to meet the criteria of her wishes, the memories of everything that happened to that point in her existence are wiped clean, replaced by a whole new life worth of memories. She simultaneously appears in her brand new body standing on one leg, her other foot resting on her knee while she leaned on the bow held upright in the grip of her hand. She doesn't know she just came into existence like that, of course, by her own account she arrived in that place and time by whatever means the memories of her life to date told her she had. But it was in that moment that a soft breeze tussled her hair, accompanied by a small and unfamiliar voice, saying; "Have fun".
Renard grimaced as feelings of regret begin to surface upon sight of the beast charging him.
"Spent," hissed Renard angrily, referring to his now-empty pistol sword. This was it for him. He would die without any feats to speak of. His consciousness ebbed with every second. Black mists swirled at the edges of his mind, bringing him to his inevitable oblivion. Fuzzy, indecipherable images began to bleed into his vision. Every jostle sends ripples of pain through his entire body. It occurred to Renard during this that a few fractured ribs could not possibly be painful enough for hallucinations to appear.
There were no more gambits, and no more tricks up his sleeve. Renard gathered enough will to try to move his frozen body and make possibly his last move. His perception of time seemed to slow down as he watched the beast move incredibly fast towards him. If it was smart, it would most certainly catch him if he tried to roll out of the way. He curses his sword, which hadn't stopped violently shaking and had now started to produce a ominous red glow.
'This kind of sucks,' he thought to himself as he launched into a defensive lunge, his sword directly aiming to pierce the beast. Something that takes a matter of a few seconds seems like hours to him. His eyes close tightly.
'Fly', a voice whispered in the darkness, but he could not do anything of the sort. As his descent continues to last for what feels like all of eternity, a familiar scene begins to construct itself through the darkness. It was similar to his dreams. A place, best described as a sword graveyard, and the final resting place of his original self, Faux, who had died from his wounds following a large-scale battle-- at least that was what he was told by the man himself. But this was Renard's own dream world now, not the one that Faux had constructed for him, evidence enough that he was finally truly recovering his memory. What was being showed to him at this very instant was the one and only truth, not the one perpetuated by Faux. Unfortunately, every step he took towards recovering his memory meant losing his own identity for Faux's, until eventually he stops existing. It occurs to Renard that this was most likely part of Faux's plan-- just an incredibly roundabout way of reviving himself through the fragment he left behind. Renard's very soul was merely an unexpected obstacle... but how did this situation come to be in the first place?
As Renard's revelatory thoughts began to dissipate, he noticed something he hadn't seen a few moments ago. A small figure, scarcely visible in the evening twilight. Through their small stature and extravagantly golden-coloured coat, he realises who it is instantly. The figure winces visibly and crouches, as if suffering from a great pain. The sword by their side emanates a red glow and begins to shake violently. Knowing what to do, they force themselves to grab their sword and get up-- only to promptly impale themselves through the stomach with their own sword. Almost simultaneously as this happens, a beam of light appears in the distance and the sword disappears almost immediately. The figure collapses. Renard realises he has just watched his own conception.
It was the curse of the sword-- it took Faux's emotions and translated them into pain. At first, the magical sword, modified by him, was a blessing. It was extremely powerful, at least in the right hands, though really it wasn't in the right hands. The 'Truth' was not simply just a sword; it exists everywhere, at any time, and in any plane of reality. It was a pen, and the author wielding it had the power to rewrite history, and therefore the truth with it. In Faux's hands, though, it was just a good sword to him. He was the only one who could at least swing with it without being horribly electrocuted by one of the sword's inner functions, so he gave up engineering to fight for his country. But, alas, as he continued on the path of a killer rather than an engineer, regret started to build up in him, causing him great pain. But the only way to stop it was to continue to kill with the sword, meaning that he was only perpetuating a cycle.
Faux couldn't take it anymore and decided to end his own life. But his last and worst mistake was doing it with the very sword that caused all his pain in the first place. Killing himself with it served to fragment his soul and create a new body, and the sword began to act as a storage device for their respective bodies, with Faux able to manifest himself at least once.
This was all speculation on Renard's part, though he suspected that it was all mostly true. As he recovers more memories, he would naturally remember Faux's regret. The impact he had from being thrown into a wall had really just incited him to remember more, causing the sword to start to hurt him. Then it occurs to Renard-- how was he still falling?
Renard hits the floor face-down with a dull thud. His sword, still shaking violently, clatters on the ground. Had he missed the beast? How was he still alive? He recalls a single word having been yelled whilst he lunged at the beast, though he couldn't make the hazy voice out in the heat of the moment.
He rolls over and faces the ceiling with a sigh. The pain was getting worse, but at the same time it was starting to become number. After a short few moments he hears a voice speak out, questioning what was happening, in a strangely familiar accent that he had heard before.
"I ask myself that question everyday," he mutters to himself.
After a long journey from Tiago, Aella was resting next to a house in Waise. She takes a deep breath of the cold, crisp morning air and smiles slightly. She smells something sweet and pleasurable nearby; the familiar scent of a flower. The scent leads her attention to where it stands. The flower seems almost lonely as it reaches to the sky from a crack between cobblestone nearby. With her bow gripped close to her side, she stoops low to absorb more of its sweet scent. She caresses its petals with tip of her finger while she continues to survey the area.
The town is like she expected from the rumors she'd heard. There wasn't anybody in sight. Most of the houses appeared empty and abandoned, but one close to where she was had the door left wide open. The town of Waise seemed oddly calm and silent, eerily so.
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
"Finally!" 'Silas' exclaims out of nowhere. "It is done..."
He puts a hand on the wall, directly in the middle the multiple complex series of runes, and the runes start glowing a sickly indigo.
"Now, it's been nice knowing you... oh who am I kidding, of course it wasn't!" 'Silas' explains to the others in the room, emphasizing the 'of course'. "Anyway, I've got places to go and people to see, and I can't do that while stuck in this den of a dwelling!" Near the end of his sentence, it becomes a bit clearer that there are two voices speaking.
He begins to waver and fade away as the magic does its work. "Sayanora, mother-!" His last few syllables weren't heard by the others as he completely disappears from where he stood, and the runes become dust, blown away by a gust of wind that shouldn't be there.
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"Very well then. I suppose in that case the proper thing to do would be to say that it's nice to meet you, and tell you my own name," he starts, lifting a hand to his chin as if in thought as he looks down at her, "Though something about you gives me the feeling you wouldn't really care."
As Ei talks to Annie, Jack looks down at Buttons, claws stuck in the ankle of his boot. "Come now, Buttons. Bob's waiting for you," he states as he kneels down, removing the kitten from his footwear and giving a brief glance at Ei and Annie before returning to Bob. "Well, I've retrieved your cat, Bob," he states, looking towards Silas and Herman as the former finishes his work.
Jack watches as Silas fades away, the runes disappearing with him. "Wonder where that old man's gone off to..." He considers the possibility of crossing paths with him once more during his investigation of Waise, though given the little speech the old man had given as he left Jack figured it more likely that he had sent himself somewhere far out of the quarantine zone.
His attention shifted to Herman, in particular the energy that had begun coiling around her... his hand. Jack recalled that Trixie had used magic earlier, but she had used a wand to channel her spells; this was something distinct, most likely some form of magic that the old man now inhabiting her body had known beforehand. Which meant that its effects would be unpredictable, though given the malicious look he was giving Annie Jack concluded whatever the spell was, it would be some form of combat magic.
As for why he would decide to attack Annie, Jack had no idea.
...................................................................The Day of the Wolf
While Uyir continues to slowly ponder Vernon in front of the crates, his deep concentration is broken by the chorus of howling wolves. The sound of their song can clearly be heard through the gaping hole in the rubble that Ace had left in their wake some hours earlier.
Allison, her associate, and her new lady friend, hear the eruption of wolves howling. The eerie sound can be heard coming from all directions, yet not one wolf can yet be seen.
While Gwen stares through the void in direction of the mansion, she hears the heavy patter of paws behind her. Soon after the chorus howl of wolves is heard throughout the town. If she were to turn around, she would find three large, black wolves have gathered five meters from her position. The three wolves seat themselves in a row, staring at her with scarlet, scrutinizing eyes.
Three abnormally large, black wolves with eyes of scarlet spectrum are seated in a row on the steps of the church. These wolves display no current hostility, yet their intensely inquisitive stare is set on Jord, and nothing else. The sound of chorus howling is heard throughout the town.
Perhaps... if Ace is also present after freeing themselves from the rubble, they too would lay witness to three other wolves matching the same description. They would be seated nearby and staring at her intently.
It may have not been noticed at first glance, the presence of an animal. It may have been that Aella’s eyes needed to adjust to the distortion within the darkness, before she could properly discern the face of a wolf staring out from the open doorway. Its coat was pure and white as snow. Its eyes glowed a spectrum of purple hues. It would also appear the size of its head is considerably larger than that of a standard wolf.
The wolf does not withdraw to the house, move farther outside, or display any sign of hostility. It merely stares at Aella from the threshold of the house.
Once Aella acknowledge the wolf more wolves make themselves known, not visually, but rather by the sound of howling. The sound of their howls are heard coming from many directions throughout the town. It would seem Aella is not the only new visitor to Waise.
Vernon regards Betty with humor, sounding a soft chuckle as he continues to lead her and Chisille through mansion, but refrains from speaking any more until they arrive at their destination....
...Annie seems disappointed in Ei's request. She screws her mouth to one side, thinking on the matter while watching Jack leave with buttons in arm. As she watches Bob and Buttons reunite, the distinctive sound of wolves howling can be heard from outside the mansion. The sound penetrates the walls of the mansion like a haunting melody as Annie turns her attention back to Ei.
"They spoke to you, didn't they? They made you feel safe.... They told you what you wanted to hear... didn't they?" She extends her arm and gently runs her finger down Ei's nose. "The dogs have come, Ei. The cleansing has begun. No one who has seen them will survive. I want to speak with the-"
Annie's mouth claps shut as her eyes turn to look past Ei at Vernon, as he enters the hall alongside Chisille and Betty.
Vernon stops his walk when he arrives behind Ei in the hallway, his eyes immediately meeting with his daughters glare. Though Annie may have recognized his face as a familiar resident of Waise, possibly even a member of the Order, she couldn't have yet known she was looking at her own father.
"Don't be getting pessimistic on me, Annie," Vernon speaks in a firm yet gentle tone. "It isn't over till the fat lady sings." He lowers his eyes to her stomach and nods. "Congratulations.... Now put some clothes on."
While Renard comes to lay face up on the floor and the demon prolongs his next move, the haunting chorus of wolves breaks Ezmond's spell on Ezra. In less than an instant he realizes he has been freed, then in one continuous motion he removes the sword from his neck, takes three long strides towards Renard, and drives the sword down through his stomach, pinning him to the floor.
With a hair raising screech of victory, he takes his sights to Ezmond while cocking his head to listen at the wolves.
"I have been relieved of duty."
In his closing words, Ezra glances at the demon in Arial's body before changing to his ethereal form, fading into the air and passing out sight through the nearest wall.
All those in the town of Waise have heard the call of the wolf.
.............................................................................
When Aella noticed the white wolf she turned her attention towards it, looking at it with intrigue. She is worried upon hearing the other wolves throughout the town of Waise and takes a step back, in preparation for any possible conflict that might occur.
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
As 'Silas' vanishes, he soon appears elsewhere. Though, not where he was hoping to end up. Judging by the water that reaches to his knees and the disgusting smell, he's ended up in the sewers beneath Waise.
Ei simply smiles at Jack. "Don't worry, I already know your name, Jack. Anyway, that cat." Ei points at Buttons. "How much for it?"
Ei turns her attention back to Annie. If Jack and such were willing to sell Buttons, they'd mention the price even when Ei's attention was elsewhere. If not, she'd just take Buttons in a not-so-peaceful manner.
"Well, sort-of. I wanted to speak with you about what they said, and how it matters to us." Ei says, unaware that Annie's attention is currently vested on Vernon. Only when Vernon speaks does she actually notice he's there. "And I see that you are still alive, so you've succeeded at protecting Ki so far. Though, I never did get your name, did I?" Ei asks, grinning towards Vernon. Before turning her attention back towards Annie "But yes, Annie, you really should wear something less... revealing."
"Well, that makes things convenient, then. As for the cat, it wouldn't be my call; it belongs to Bob, so you'll have to negotiate prices with him."
Jack looks around as he hears the call of the wolves. "Wolves... or perhaps another set of monsters?" Either way, once they had left the mansion they would have to exercise caution; it would be a shame, after all, to have survived everything that had occurred over the course of the previous day only to die to mundane wolves.
Chisille nods in understanding when Betty informs her what a physician is for. However as she thought about precisely what this means, she started getting more nervous then normal about the thought. Both Vernon and Betty were seriously suggesting that she should willingly go up to some human who knows this stuff and let them examine her injuries. To just... sit there and let them toy with her vulnerable state like that... she shuddered at the thought.
"Don't like idea of seeing doctor. Haven't needed them before, why now?" she asks Betty in a hushed tone, spinning her head around to get a look at the bandaged up part of her tail. The bandage was still holding strong, though it was clear that the wound was still bleeding judging from the redness of the cloth, just much slower then before. The pain was nothing new even though it was still uncomfortable. She often woke up from a good night's sleep feeling a bit sore when she used to be imprisoned. She never figured out why though.
When the group reached Ei, Annie, Jack and whoever else was still within viewing distance, Chisille changed her position from next to Betty to behind her instead. Too many new others stood before her, including Vernon. She caught a strong whiff of someone that smelt oddly familiar, even though she didn't recognize anyone directly before her. In between her nervous glances and constant checks of the others behavior, she narrowed the scent down to two individuals. The cloak wearing Annie, or Ei.
Chisille couldn't quite pinpoint when or where she recognized the scent from previously, and she was not feeling brave enough to figure out which of the pair was the culprit either.
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Bob didn't pay too much attention to the howling wolves outside, after all they were just wolves and nothing too unusual, but he is getting a little antsy about Buttons. It was clear that Jack wasn't about to give Buttons away without permission, since it wasn't his cat to give, but Bob didn't trust Annie or Ei, and the arrival of the newcomers, Vernon, some odd looking farm and a young dragon, wasn't helping his comfort levels. He had originally asked Jack to retrieve the cat because being unarmed and dressed in a tattered evening wear wasn't exactly a condition to be making any bold moves in the face of two powerful beings, but the time had come to suck up some courage and save his cat from possibly being catnapped by force.
Hoping he wasn't going to interrupt the ensuing conversation between Ei and Vernon and draw attention to his advance, he takes a deep breath and walks quickly to Jack, taking the cat from his arms.
"Thanks, Jack." He whispers, and taking a few steps back.
Buttons didn't seem very relaxed either. Bob wasn't even sure if the young cat even recognized him and his little body was shaking nervously, unable to get comfortable in Bobs arms.
"Don't worry, Buttons," He strokes the cat behind the ears to try and subdue him; "everything is gonna be fine."
Boris steps up beside Bob, smiling broad at the kitten in his arms. "Awwww... that sure is a cute little cat. I wish I had a cat just like that."
Then Boris' attention is drawn to the young dragon hiding behind Betty. He recognized the dragon from dinner, and was happy to see it, but he didn't recognize Betty, Vernon or Ei. Annie of course was till being her very naughty self, but Boris for some reason didn't feel like begrudging her at that moment. It was possible all the many things taking place, plus the joy of seeing the dragon, was overriding his disdain for the girl.
Unfortunately, as Boris angled his head to take a better look at the dragon, he noticed the bloody bandage around her tail. Someone had hurt the little dragon! His heart suddenly sunk in his chest as his jaws clenched shut and teeth began to grind. The sound of the grinding was kinda loud as his blood pressure caused his eyes to bleed red with fury. His hands became white-knuckled fists as he then broke from his stance and strode towards the Farm girl and dragon. Paying no consideration to the conversation between the others, his feet stomp heavily into place as he stops a meter from Betty and Chisille, and raises his voice to demand answers.
"Who hurt you, baby dragon?! BORIS CRUSH THEIR SKULL!"
At the other end of the Hall, Herman forgets about Silas and doesn't even notice when the guy disappears. The green coils of energy continue to make their way up his/her arms while he concentrates his focus on Annie, but the sudden arrival of Vernon and the others makes him think twice. He puts a stop to his spell and the power rescinds. The coiling energy moving up his arms disperses harmlessly into the air.
He frowns disappointed, shaking his head and giving his chest a caress to comfort himself. "In time then.... A better opportunity will come."
The demon looks to Ezmond when the spell was cast on Ezra, then watches curiously as Renard misses his mark, at which he was little humored and let out a small hissing sound. When the wolves then howled and break the spell on Ezra, the demon didn't have time - or maybe he just didn't care enough - to reach Renard in time to try and save him. He had started his advance across the room to assault the beast, but by time he arrived Renard was already pinned to the floor and Ezra had vanished from the room. The demons turns to look at Ezmond through Ariel's eyes and mocks the man.
"Well done, Wizard. Who's your next victim?"
Meanwhile Ariel, or rather his soul, is frantic in his efforts to try and help. His screams and yelling apparently continue to go unheard, and as he watches Ezra plant his own sword in Renards gut, it feels like his own soul is being stabbed with the torment of being helpless to the cause. He was so distressed by what took place that his soul circled around Renards body, yelling at him to wake up, telling him to heal, while his ghostly hands grasped and clutched to try and remove the sword, as if doing so would somehow undo the past five minutes and make everything ok again.
Oddly enough, in his frantically emotional effort to try and do something, anything at all, the hand of his soul suddenly takes grip on the swords. He can feel the cold metal of the hilt tantalize the his touch as the contours of his hand conform to the texture of the grip. In a moment of epiphany he recognized his ability to maintain his hold on the weapon and with a swift move - forgetting that removing the blade from Renard might actually make matters worse and cause him to bleed out faster if he wasn't already dead - he withdraws the swords from his friend.
The sword rises in the air, wielded by Ariel's unseen soul as he swings it fast at Ezra, but his efforts came too late and the blade merely cut through air as Ezra disappeared through the wall.
Infuriated by the harm to his friend and his own lack of help, Ariel turns blame to Ezmond, gripping the sword in both hands above his head as he flies fast across the room to plant the blade in Ezmond's chest in a downward stabbing motion.
Renard continues to stare at the ceiling whilst the reality of the blade lodged in his stomach starts to become more and more apparent. A slight frown forms on his lips whilst blood trickles from it simultaneously. A sword through the stomach-- a little ironic to him, since that was the same way Faux had went out. After all, he was the same person, or at least a fragment. He tries to laugh, but nothing comes out. The pain had gotten worse enough, making him numb to the blade in his stomach, though he feels as if something is being tugged from him. He wonders to himself-- was there a place in heaven for someone like him? In actuality, asking that kind of question was similar to asking whether dogs go to heaven or not.
'Ah well,' he thinks to himself, the sweet relief of death taking him as he closes his eyes. Moments pass, and his thoughts continue, still having not been cut off by death. He thinks of this as strange, considering he was supposed to be dead.
Renard opens his eyes to find himself standing over his own dead body, unfortunately reaffirming that he was in fact dead. Now with a chance to finally see Faux in person, he deduces that he must've been a real ladykiller, what with the golden coat and handsome face even in death. It was a little too bad those traits hadn't carried over completely. Looking around the room, it seemed as if he was now on another plane of existence, because he could now see his friend floating about, albeit time seemed to be stopped and so was Ariel. He holds his hands up in the air and checks himself out. Regular him, cape and all, though the whole being dead thing puts a damper on his happiness.
It still hurt. Such a thing was impossible, but the pain still lingered in his soul. Even in stopped time, the source of his pain, his sword 'Truth', continues to vibrate violently on the floor. He takes one look at Ariel who seemed to have a grip on the sword that had impaled him. Emulating this, Renard, knowing what to do, slowly grabs the sword off the floor. He had no idea what it would do now, but he still thought about it before doing anything. Dying peacefully was enticing-- now he could be released from all the troubles of the world. What good could he do for the world? He wasn't really meant to exist in the first place. Was there a point in continuing?
Loose ends. Loose ends and revenge. That's why he decides to continue on, despite all the pain coming from the sword he will undoubtedly continue to suffer. He takes one good look at the sword-- despite its appearance, it was holding his regular body within it. All he had to do was release it.
After much deliberation, Renard spins the sword around in his hand out of habit and prepares.
"And with this... may Faux Ambrose rest in peace! Switch!"
Holding the sword firmly, he drives the sword directly into his former body. A beam of light begins to take form, blinding Renard briefly as he is brought into the present. Gravity begins to weigh down on him, now that he has been given form. His signature black cape flutters impossibly in the non-existent wind, whilst his brown leather armour complements it nicely. He rests his hands comfortably on the sword clipped to his side, which was Maras' creation. It continues to emanate a light purple glow in its sheath. Soon enough, the beam of light begins to die down, and looking at the floor, he notices that Faux's body was now gone, the sword impaling it also having disappeared. The beast that had killed him was gone, too. He wonders exactly how much time had passed, but nonetheless, he looks around the room for the mystery sword, finally spotting it strangely flying through the air. It was impossibly heading for a man he hadn't seen before at all. Renard tries to move, but trips and falls on his buttocks with a loud thud, mostly because he would have to get used to this body again.
He curses himself for not having made his return more stylish, and being stylish was meant to be his defining trait.
"Stop!" he yells, knowing exactly what was behind the flying sword.
"Damnit!" 'Silas' yells. "The barrier was stronger than I thought... it managed to scramble the connection!" Wasting no time, he starts trugding through the sewage, trying to locate a way out. "Fortunately the host can disable its olfactory glands..."
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Uyir glances up from towards the gaping hole, sighing quietly. He never really liked wolves, they travelled in packs. Difficult to fight alone, and whatnot. However, he was getting bored sitting here in this room, and may as well go onwards! He grabs his shield and glances around the room, before climbing out of the hole to Waise at large.
One thing about being a ghost, or a soul, emotions are much more raw and absolute, not mixed or diluted like when you have a physical body that influences diversity in responses, so the anger Ariel had for Ezmond at that very point in time was unadulterated. Another thing about being a ghost, is that response time was practically instantaneous, so when hearing the voice of his friend call out for him to stop - despite the great speed that the sword was being driven towards Ezmonds - Ariel came to a complete halt with the tip of the blade floating in the air just a few millimeters from Ezmond's chest.
It was strange really, how the realization of so many things could happen in the smallest moment. It seemed unnatural, but wonderful at the same time. No matter how different each change of emotion was from one to another, his mind was present and fully alert with each of these changes. In an instant he went from rage to joy, no middle man, as he turned to look at Renard with a smile he couldn't see, then spoke to him in a voice he couldn't hear;
"I've never felt so damn glad to see someone alive."
With a fancy spin of his sword, Ariel dropped the blade to the floor, resting the hand of his soul on the pommel as if the weapon were now a cane. But he had no idea what else to do now, so he just stood there joyously smiling at Renard. He didn't care that Renard couldn't see his pleasure, and he didn't even question how Renard had managed to pull of the seemingly impossible. Ariel was just happy to see him alive. Simple as that.
At some point while this was happening, the demon, along with Ariel's body, decided to escape out the door on the opposite side of the room to where Ezmond had entered. He was gone.
Gwen tenses, staring at the wolves with bloodshot eyes. With sharp, dainty motions, she tugs on her gloves, first one, then the other, her pigeon tumbling from her arms and taking to the air. It lands on a nearby rooftop.
Ace stares blankly at the wolves. Carefully, so as not to startle them, they reach into their cloak. Their dark eyes flicker to Jord and back.
Vernon throws a glance down the hallway at Ki, then regards Ei with a look of obvious assurance.
"Call me Vernon. Should I be feeling pleased to see you again at this point?" He was obviously referring to the fact that his mission was not yet complete, but he now looks to Boris who has made no small measure of bringing attention to his presence as he stomps heavily to a close in front of the young and frightened dragon. He waits for Boris to declare his intentions to Chisille before responding.
"Careful there, lad. Try not to spook those you aim to protect." He looks back past Betty, and raises his hand at Chisille in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you, Darl'n." His voice is smooth and mildly sedative. If Chisille was provoked by Boris' outburst, she would have no doubt been strangely set at ease by Vernon's voice.
While Annie continues to stare at Vernon as though he were a fascinating painting on a wall, Vernon speaks once again with Ei. His tone of voice is now... peculiarly seductive. ...Bewitching. Ei would most likely find his suggestion near impossible to refuse:
"Speaking of chats, I would like to have a private one with you...." His eyes turn to Annie; "...and Anne of the Redferne. Follow me."
As he walks down the hallway toward the entrance to dining room, he raises his voice in an unnaturally spellbinding, persuasive manner to all others present in the hallway. "The rest of you remain here."
Vernon enters the empty dining room and awaits Ei and Annie to join him.
The black wolves react to Jord's movements with the greatest intrigue, watching his every move. The center wolf reveals three sets of canine teeth when Jord draws the sword. Its glare, now oddly displaying more intelligence than the eyes an average wolf, is fixed on Jord's, while the wolves on either side of it break off; one taking a position to the left of Jord, the other to the right.
Uyir steps out to Waise at large and can no doubt see Jord nearby. Jord is being confronted by three black wolves, however, so is Uyir. The three black wolves with scarlet stares are seated before him, positioned between Jord and himself. Their fixed stares are intense, yet they do not show any current sign of hostility.
None of the three wolves give attention to the fleeting pigeon. They are however alerted by Gwens sharp, tugging motions. The two wolves on either side break away as the center wolves snarls, revealing three sets of canine teeth, while its narrowed eyes now reveal more than just animal intelligence. The other two wolves take a standing position to the left and to the right of Gwen.
The three black wolves scrutinize Aces every move, as if perhaps awaiting a treat. Once the hand of the person of yet undisclosed gender reaches into their cloak, the center wolf curls its lip to expose three sets of canine teeth. It's eyes now seem oddly enhanced, a narrowed glare that depicts more than animal intellect. It's new demeanor is noted by the wolf to its right and accordingly breaks off from the three, circling around and taking a standing position to Aces left. The lead wolf continues to snarl, its glare fixed upon Ace's eyes. The wolf to its left remains in its former state of scrutiny for Ace.
The white wolf is attentive, watching Aella's every move. Once she takes a step back, it flares its nostrils, raises its snout, eyes narrowing slightly while analysing the girls scent. It now seems... uninterested in Aella as it back-steps, disappearing into the darkness beyond the threshold.
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OOC: K9, for those who are not aware, is an abbreviation for Military canine, or army dog. In this case, the abbreviation was made in haste and was meant to relate the canine teeth, while simultaneously proclaiming the wolves military status. It has, however, been brought to my attention that my efforts to be... cryptic, for lack of a better word, was only seen as confusing. I have edited according. If there are ever any questions in regards to the content of my posts, please do not hesitate to PM me for clarification.
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Chisille's pondering over the source of the familiar smell she could detect was suddenly and loudly disrupted by Boris, who upon spotting her marched heavily over towards where she was hiding. Of course, such loud and direct behavior would immediately be thought of as aggressive by little Chisille, so her draconic instincts were to immediately run or fight the man.
Though instead of either of those options, she decided to stay put. Even when scared by Boris' behavior, she remembered that not only was she already behind someone who would be very willing to stop him, but running would mean getting lost once more. However she wasn't perfectly fine with all of this either. Whether she really knew it or not her tail had started quivering, visible to everyone. If Boris were to come even closer and frighten her more, it would be very likely that she would lash out with the bloodied spike on the end of it. The flames heating up within her chest was just in case that didn't work.
Thankfully for Boris, Chisille's defensive stance relaxed once Vernon's calming spell takes effect on her mind. Her tail stopped it's nervous quivering and her dragon fire cooled off in her belly. A light sigh escaped from her mouth. "More mind stuff... why me all the time..." she muttered to herself, looking away from everyone else as she said so.
After a short pause, she looked back up at Boris. Even though he was still acting scary, Chisille's current state of mind allowed her to answer his question, however because of what she had already decided upon, she figured it wouldn't be a good idea to tell him. Not only because it would get another human killed because of her, but it would also lead them straight to the one that would tell all about her murdering Fin. She cleared her throat. "None hurt me. Was my fault. Got scratched badly by thing." she lied.
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Renard felt weak. It was as if his very soul was trying to tear itself out of his body. No way he could start any more fights in his current state. There would be repercussions for having recovered so quickly-- but it was also likely a blessing, because if he had tried stabbing himself while he was still alive, it would instead have fragmented him a second time, thus creating another unwanted copy of him.
Shuddering at the mere thought of this, he turns to look at the sword that had come to rest in front of the man who had barged in a few minutes ago. That was definitely his friend Ariel; he'd seen him briefly while he was dead, after all.
'So wait,' he thinks to himself. 'Who was...'
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ariel's body inconspicuously leaving through a door. Blasted.
Renard's mental to-do list becomes larger every second. It seemed to him that every minute he spent in this place, something important would happen and he would make a new enemy. First, that band of murderers, though he'd largely forgotten what they'd done, second, that dragon, though its victim somehow got up and walked away, and third, that beast who had killed him. He would have to take care of them all sooner or later, though the reason for his strange obligation to do so is yet to be known to even himself. There was also the matter of finding both that one little girl and Maras, but he hadn't the faintest clue about where any of them were.
Absent-mindedly patting his back for his triple-barrelled flintlock pistol, he squints at the man in front of him. He was somewhat familiar-- the face, the voice... had he met this person before?
"Nice to meet you," he says, straining his voice as he continues to look for his gun. "The name's Renard, master engineer, etcetera, etcetera..."
He finally comes to a realisation, looking back at the door where Ariel's body had escaped through.
"He's got my damn gun...!" he shouts, wide-eyed. "Look, you," he says, pointing at the man, "I dunno what you did, but you better take responsibility and help me exorcise the whats-it in my friend's body."