Mephistopheles Chambers Inn- Walk on into my spiders web!

You just want gold!

Hell Yes!	50.0%	[ 2 ]
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GOLD!	50.0%	[ 2 ]
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[Elly_Masamune]

Lal made no noise when Seven forcefully took a sample from her arm but she gave him a hateful glare. A very small golden dot was left as a blemish on her elbow. "You are making a mistake." She uttered softly.

Having turned to look back for a moment the phoenix had no reaction time to Lark. She heard the haunting voice before she could register anything. With in less than a second something was being shoved into her lower belly. Lal's scream was horrific, that of a woman and bird squeal. The shock was overwhelming and so was the sudden urge to vomit. Golden blood splashed onto the ground, all over Lark, and out of Lal's mouth which hit Chalk because she was swayed into him. Lal had been harmed many times in her short existence. Every scratch, wound or death was still painful.

[Ethereal Darkness]

As the liquid demon poured out of the mug -- Seven's left hand retained its grip.

He watched as Lark's body shape itself into an entirely new and unforeseen form. Seven's interest grew tremendously in Lark, so much so he could do nothing be fascinated -- he had seen strange and grotesque things, but never a specimen so perfectly bio-weaponized.


Pulling his syringe out with his right hand, he set the mug down to load it with a cartridge filled with liquid he had harvested from Lark's body earlier before snapping the device out of its safety lock.

Seven laughed, his right hand gripping his syringe gun tightly, as Lark marveled in her new body and thanked him.

"YES~ MY DEAR LARK... I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T DISAPPOINT ME! OH HOW PECULIAR YOUR WORLD MUST BE TO MANIFEST INTO SUCH A PERFECT BODY!" he cried, still laughing and still amused.


"I WONDER.. I WONDER I WONDER..." he continued, tapping his chin with his syringe gun -- as if thinking, "You've proven to be so much more interesting than that... Thing... Oh how I wonder -- If her blood supposedly heals as she claims... What does your blood do?"

As he asked the question, he flicked the device to its Injector mode -- a thin needle popped out of the front followed by a steady hum as the blue liquid began to mix into the cartridge carrying the black liquid from Lark's body.

"Ahaha~ Human experiments are frequent in my profession -- but of course there's times when the only suitable host is your own self... This blue liquid helps us in that you see, it makes any biological sample compatible with specimens that would normally not react well. At the same time it works as a means of expelling the foreign component from the specimen's body as it actively isolates the component -- disintegrating it over time! So not only does it allow for experimentation lasting for a couple hours, but it preserves the specimen at the same time!" he rapidly explained in a hysterical and amused tone.



"Oh whatever shall it do??" he yelled out as he injected the mixture into his left arm.

[Epik_Phail]

Everything happened so fast, Chalk was left in a blur. Lark had reformed into a monstrosity and already attacked. The only thing that made him focus was the forceful push of Lal into him as well as the warmth from her blood. He let Lal down to the ground as Seven rambled on, injecting himself.

A sudden rage set in. A rage that wasn't his. His eyes, even as hardly visible as they were under his cap, began to change color from their blue to a purple. "You are a foolish man." His voice came out deep, it carried power and weight behind it. This was no longer the same person who had entered this building only a little while ago. "And if you're lucky, you will die." His attention shifted to the chitinous demon as his eyes changed again from purple to red. His right hand, even with the golden blood upon it, reached inside his coat, drawing the 1911 from its shoulder holster. The gun began to glow with red runes again at the touch of its owner, only this time they moved and shifted, slithered and even hissed with eerie cries almost impossible to hear.

"As for you Succubus, your master will hear of your transgressions here if you so much as harm this body." A smirk broke across his lips. "His soul is already owned and gone from his body, so he did not lie to you earlier; even though you sought to let him leave. Should you destroy his body and what life he has left, I will be sure of your restless eternity be all the more enjoyable. So be wise, young demon." He glanced over to Lal who was now on the ground, bleeding. He laughed deeply when suddenly he fell to his knees.

Chalk vomited the only thing left in his stomach: scotch. He sat up, looking at both Seven and Lark when he realized he was holding his gun. 'I didn't draw this..' he thought, when suddenly a deep, cold chill ran down his back. He looked down, seeing the moving runes. He knew what had just happened. Fear overwhelmingly took control of his posture and thoughts. This was only the third time he was taken control of, but he still wasn't aware if he had done anything like the last two times.

"Oh." He audibly said, looking up to Seven and Lark. "s**t."


(-- We all have our own character flaws... lol lol Hahaha! lol lol Seemed a good time to add mine into the mix. --)

[Ethereal Darkness]

(( rofl this whole thing is getting so amusing~!!! rofl it makes me feel all giddy inside rofl

I'm still in the process of figuring out what's goign to happen to my character XD))

[Epik_Phail]

Ethereal Darkness

(( rofl this whole thing is getting so amusing~!!! rofl it makes me feel all giddy inside rofl

I'm still in the process of figuring out what's goign to happened to my character XD))

(--I know right? Sad part is this is actually part of my character too, it just seemed. A right time to have it come up lolol--)

[Lark_Sazfrin]

((Glad you both are enjoying yourselves?))

It would seem that now Lark got the chance to be amused by both men. Seven's actions pleased her; unpredictability was a quality that she took pride in. "What shall you do? The offer of my slave is still up on the table." Yanking her claws out of Lal she flung organ pieces at Chalk's feet. "Or..you could join me and I could attract more test subjects of all species. I have many connections."

Lark was going to continue to woo Seven with her charming talk of dismemberment when she noticed Chalk's behavior change. Suddenly he was up in her face aiming a strange weapon. Her smile widened so much that the hidden dimples made an appearance. "Oh..so I see. Well. I have no intention of physically harming him." Lark started to laugh, this was too beautifully perfect!

Watching Chalk's body language as he fell to the ground the succubus followed him on her knees. "Your no good for the phoenix. How can you help her when you can't even control yourself? Hm? Besides...could you handle watching that-that 'Thing' be repeatable in death? Just walk away Chalk. My new friend is going to help me take good care of her." Oh emotional anguish was sweeter than any soul or dessert. "Oh..I have an Idea. If you want to help her, shoot her. I would say at this rate she has about 20 to 30 minutes to live. Blood loss can take some time."

[Elly_Masamune]

Her body was falling or was it being placed to the ground? She pushed her chin into Chalk's body for a moment, it was a reaction of physical comfort.

Lal was in a state of conscious limbo, she was loosing so much blood and her innards felt oddly exposed. Having her lips shutter in the pathetic attempt to speak up. "R" is all she could manage to sum up. She was fighting against the urge to give into the darkness of her eye lids. For a moment she was gone, she could hear talking it was Seven and Lark?

Lal managed to crack open her right eye, her vision line on Chalk's face. "Your eyes aren't so kind now..why?" This idea raced through her mind but she had no way of telling anyone. Lal was ready to give up, she was freezing, dizzy and burning all at the same time. One more time she tried to tell Chalk something "Ru" that is all she could mange to mouth, her body resembling a fish out of water for too long.

[Ethereal Darkness]

Surprised by Chalk's unexpected behavior, he laughed and replied, "Oh ho-- it seems there's more to you than meets the eye Chalk... well now--" his speech was cut off as he coughed up black liquid which stuck itself to his mask, blocking off portions of the airways and making it harder to breathe.

Just as he was about to pull off his mask with his left hand -- it began to twitch and contort, the skin blackening -- becoming enveloped in the liquid which violently erupted from the lip of his glove and from the point in which he injected himself.

The same liquid began to spread across his face from his mask -- merging his skin and the mask together until his face and leaving nothing but an indistinguishable darkness with white ovals for eyes. Puffs of gray air emerged from the sides of his head as a horn grew out of the left side of his skull...

His body having locked up during the metamorphosis, fell to the ground as a fluid black tail pierced out from the tail of his spine.


On all fours, Seven finally regained control of his body -- breathing heavily through what was now his mouth and nose.

His eyes scanned the floor for a moment before looking at his left arm that was now a pulsing mass of dark liquid which responded as his mind clenched the nerves that were no longer there. Phantom effect? How interesting... he thought as he strained his mind to see if it were possible to control its shape -- successfully forming the liquidy hand into a large spiked claw. Brilliant! The mind controls the medium! Such a finding! The mind encompasses the entire body... not merely just the nerves! he thought, absorbed in his fascination.

Looking at his right hand -- he was surprised to find it having retained its human form. He scanned the rest of his body, learning that the right half of his body remained mostly untouched -- it seemed that the sample was only enough to propagate itself through the left side of his body. He found the horn on his head and the tail which swept itself to his side the most peculiar... not quite sure of the horn's functionality other than aesthetics.


Hearing Lark's voice... he wavily stood up. His feet planting itself -- Seven laughed, his laugh deep with bass that resonated around him.

"Oh this is brilliant! Even my voice has changed!" he cried in a monstrously deep voice -- a result of the black liquid in his vocal chords and the mask which was now his mouth.

"HaHAHahHAHa! More subjects you say?! Like her??" he replied, consumed by his madman's lust, and twisted his body violently towards the celestial -- his left arm crashing into her skull like a spear-thrown hammer, leaving a bloody mess -- parts of which found itself on Chalk's body.

"Oh... dear Chalk... how cruel art thou... ye who could not pull the trigger," he said as he saw Chalk holding the gun, "Don't worry -- she's a phoenix remember?! I only gave her the mercy she could ever receive!!! A quick and painless DEATH!"


Looking back at Lark and reeling his arm back with his mind which was now accostomed to its newfound arm, he responded to her offerings, "Ah! So where we... more subjects eh?! But what is this you speak of in JOINING... you? What if I want both the girl and YOU and EVERYTHING?" he paused, laughing for a moment, before apologizing and continuing on, "Oh...now now... don't misunderstand -- I would love to work with you...... side by side...... I could study you and modify you to your liking... and you could gather me subjects to study and draw your modifications from..." he paused again, trying to keep himself from laughing as he said, "...almost like lovers looking out for each other!!"

As he finished his sentence, he began to laugh maniacally, commenting on how entertaining yet stupid of an idea that was -- as if a sarcastic joke thrown like salt on a wound.

[Epik_Phail]

As Lark talked down to Chalk, realization crept in that he had done nothing except talk. Fear still gripped him, but something in the way Lark talked along with his own thoughts moved him. Flight responses were being nullified as he mentally willed every ounce of fear he had into fight responses.

"I never said anything about wanting her." He tucked his right hand to his side, pointing it at the demon as he talked, "I only said tha..." He was cut off by the gruesome transformation of Seven and his bellowing laughs.

Chalk fell back as Seven crashed his mutating arm into Lal. 'Ye who could not pull the trigger' rang through his mind as he was splattered. He crawled back slowly as Seven began to talk to Lark about some partnership. He glanced down the hall and to the front door periodically as he scooted a bit more. If he was going to run it would be his chance, but for every passing second he felt much more confident about staying. How much different could they be from humans when shot with something like his pistol? He'd be doing everyone a favor.

(-- sorry for the delay, and I tried to make my post work as best as possible given the amount of stuff that just went on. --)

[Lark_Sazfrin]

Lark watched Seven with indifference, he took his own chances and now he had to live with this decision. "I am giving you the girl but being with you is no longer appealing. You have lost your looks." Lark laughed drily, the noise echoing through the empty tavern.

Her attention was drawn back to Chalk, he seemed to have kept his aim on her mid section. She broke contact with him, the attention now drawn to her souls. After all this time they still remained, waiting for the next command. The only true company that the succubus was ever able to keep in her life.

((Its cool. ))

[Elly_Masamune]

Lal had no time to react to the brutal blow that caused her skull to smash open. Her body was engulfed in rapid flame. Once again, she went through the process of rebirth, the flesh and bone became ash. The same cry erupted from her lips. Lal opened one eye as if she were awoken from a peaceful slumber. One tear rolled down her cheek, she thought her freedom was here, that Lark was finally defeated. Lal was watching her disillusioned fantasy ending, no happy ending was near.

[Ethereal Darkness]

Seven laughed, amused by her reaction -- knowing the current state of his body was only temporary as he had explained earlier.

"Oh dear Lark... but my temporary looks could never disgust as much as yours~" he replied rather mockingly.


As the celestial came back to life, he turned and began to walk towards her. "Hahaha! Well well well -- I guess in the end you're with me... unless of course you'd like to stay with her. " he said, his voice still dreadfully deep, "Like I said earlier... you have nothing to worry about~ You'll be treated well -- like a queen... no mutilation, no decapitation, ... just a couple blood samples and experiments... you'll even have your own room..."

"See Chalk? Back to normal and perfectly fine -- nothing to worry about," he said, a teasing comment directed at Chalk.

[Epik_Phail]

Chalk finally stood after putting himself a good ten feet away from the three. "You're sick." The words came out of his mouth like fire, a slight tremble in his voice hinting away as he spoke, "Sick and twisted. Both of you." The veins in his hand visibly pumped blood. He was able to control his body now, the tingling residing from his fingers and toes as he willed his body and mind to absorb his fears. If his controller had made an appearance, it had to have been for a reason; more than what was simply stated. Even if he hated it, it had its reasons.

"What right do you have over others, Ronvier?" A sudden smirk came across his face belying the tremble still in his voice, "What, is being infused with these new-found demonic qualities so wonderful? I bet Lark would beg to differ. I know I do." He had to think quick, get his message across. Even if they were crazy, he couldn't forgo avoiding getting involved in confrontation with use of words. "I know their kind. Why else would I fear so deeply of demons and devils. You're going to get much more than you wanted. It's how it works. It's how it always works." He looked to Lark, "You made her stronger when all she wanted was that," he waved his runic gun at the souls scattered about, "you've given her more than what she wants, and you're going to end up paying for it with more of youself."

He cast his gaze back to the twisted visage of Seven. "Don't be more of a fool than you already have, because to her, you're still dinner."

[Ethereal Darkness]

((Gotta love character flaws 83))

He laughed at Chalk's speech -- seeing it as nothing more than uneducated babble.
"Ah Chalk -- how naive you are to ask me such a question whose answer should be quite obvious!" he replied with his deep voice.

"Alas... only a person as naive as you could be content with such a droll and constant existence," he continued, "Don't you understand? It is only nature to pursue evolution -- to grow... change... metamorphosis!! But of course you don't understand---" he paused and laughed, "I'll bet that thing inside you would easily agree... having to deal with such a pathetic vehicle that it would gladly modify were the opportunity to arise!!"


As he finished his speech, he beckoned for the celestial to come to him -- his promises of a life respected by scientists and engineers still in the air.

[Lark_Sazfrin]

Lark was able to ignore the hurtful words about her looks; her new body would be scary enough to hunt down the weak. Lark whistled softly to the balls of light, they were starting to move and orbit around her figure.

Her eye line was drawn to Chalk and his gun waving. Being called sick made her laugh and she tossed her hair behind one ear. "Why thank you deary. I take that with the highest regards. I am sick, twisted,and a fabulous ********!" At the last portion of her sentence Lark gave her own rear end an open handed slap. She licked her lips, pressing them together in a sexual sense.

Lark stepped over to Lal, whom she begun to poke in the midsection with her right index claw. "Get up! Your new master is calling you. Don't make me pull out the whips." Lark's voice was brutal, she did not reserve a soft sweet tone like used to converse with men. The demon dragged her claw up the phoenix's torso causing a thin line of blood to flow from the flesh. Reaching the right wrist she slid the claw into Lal's palm trying to have her lift up. "GO!"

Lark was going to make sure that Lal ended up as a research experiment and not herself.