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[Vv-UrieL-vV]

Orion looked to Mitsuyoshi, who was currently tying his seven league boots. He would sigh, but would catch a scent...

Fangs dropped a millimeter. His muscles twitched. The breath of the vampire was heavy. His eyes, slightly red and slanted. The pallets vibrated, his slight growls would be known if one was close, or if someone was hearing sensitive. The scent... that wet dog scent...

His head turned quickly, forgeting about the monkey, to the two Lupines that walked within the establishment. His hand, which gripped the floor, now penetrated the hardwood floor. His stance got lower as he saw the Lycanthropes encase the CB. His gun now laid in his hand, pointing to no one. If The gunshots from Kai,and the threading did latch on the monkey from Kaya made its mark, it would be those gunshots that would make the vampire pounce at the smaller werewolf with the anger and hate to Lupines that his people have harbored for aeons by way of war.

Celerity: Orion's speed was immense, vanishing in speed as he aimed to lodge his now equipped gauntlet within the chest of the largest wolf, grabbing at it's heart. This was angled with his back directly to the other wolf. Normally, this would be practically impossible to dodge with Orion's Obfuscate, making him practially impossible to sense, but these wolves must have keen smelling, and moving high speeds in the air would only make his scent stronger. With his hyper thinking, while charging at the largest wolf, still aiming to burst through the wolf's chest cavity and rip out it's heart, he would use his other hand equipped with his gun, and release five shots over his shoulder in the direction of the other wolf. This wasn't 100% accurate... actually it was only about 30% accurate, due to him moving, and him not looking.


Mitsuyoshi saw the chaos, and decided to stand up. He had a feelign that it was going to get even more tense in here...

[Nyx Hemera]

When the turn of events is shifted, and one is given a task to protect two different things that would inevitably want to rip each other to pieces, one is faced with a dilemma. Now, the wolves hadn't attacked quite, merely standing on the offensive up until the vampire had moved. He would be going for the brute of the twins, Rys. Within that blur she would catch the movement of the female, Syfr, out of the corner of her eye. These two wolves had a connection, when one was threatened by danger the other would make no hesitation. That was what she did. The man was slightly more preoccupied with the larger wolf, making a move to grasp at the creatures more vulnerable areas whilst shooting wildly at the other. If there had been a shot to pierce the smaller wolf, it would have fueled that speed. With his attentions mainly on the larger wolf, had the female reached him she would have grabbed his gun arm with her massive jaws and shook wildly. With the force of her stop barreling into him and the force of the bite, he would have been knocked to the ground. While his attention would have been diverted for a moment from the larger wolf to deal with the smaller, Rys would have shifted his weight down lower, aiming for the tender flesh of the vampires stomach. These wolves weren't like other wolves, and to underestimate them by thinking they were common werewolves was a bit of an understatement. These two were part of the seven, thus bonded by the shadowed woman. When injured these wolves didn't just bleed, they seeped shadow out across the ground where their blood had splattered, emitting a low hiss on contact.

Draya was in a panic, when she saw the vampire change targets and go at the wolves she shrieked. She had no time to move however, Carnivaal had averted her attention toward the vampire, her eyes seeming to soak in the shadow even further as a low growl slipped from her throat. Her stride had evened out by the time she'd reached them, blades still lose in her hands her gaze pierced into that of the vampire. Had he haulted his actions, she'd had given him a sharp kick in the ribs to smarten him up. The boy was to preoccupied on a smaller picture to pay attention to what else was going on, but not only that... but if he'd continue he was thus placing himself as a threat, the scarred woman couldn't have that.

"You fool, pay attention. Do you see what you're doing? The more blood you spill, the more it spills across the floors. You're stretching the portal damn near big enough for that witch to escape, but it isn't going to be her if this isn't done properly. It'll be the beast she's caged in."

Through the commotion with the wolves, Binki was now tied up and poisoned, shrieking endlessly and pulling with all his might upon the strands that bound him, hopping to pull whatever was at the end of them toward him so he could claw out their eyes while his body flew into convulsions. This wouldn't kill him, but it didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt like a b***h. To think, all this poor little monkey had wanted was a drink, now he was missing a testicle, had a gaping hole in his skull, tied up and shot with poison needles. This wasn't exactly turning into a day at the spa. Numerous fluids leaked from the creatures body, his tongue had turned black and he had the sudden urge to take a nap. His eyelids grew heavy, and through the fog swimming in his head his eyes had managed to lock onto the poisoner with the loudest shriek he could muster, driving him once more. The more and more the monkey pulled on those bonds, the more fluid seeped out of his body from exertion. One would begin to notice what he was doing... using his body weight to cut through the areas that bound him. The bonds around his feet and hands would have severed them, dropping the monkey to the ground in a sickly screaming thud and it got up and made attempts to run at the poisoner on his bloody stumps and bones. It was almost like hearing a club hit the floor, if that club had bits of flesh attached to it and squirting blood from arteries one would have thought long bled dry. It was indeed a sight to behold... a monkey with no hands and feet, walking on stubs with part of his head missing, also missing a testicle, staggering in your direction. Damn thing was almost like a zombie.

[Vv-UrieL-vV]

His arm became trapped in the clutches of the wolf's jaws, immense pain was felt as four rows of teeth pierced the skin and flesh, and a sudden break would be heard as the sudden stop, combined with the jaw's strength, would break that very arm. The snap would multiply as the vigorous shaking multiplied the breaks and fractures, falling to the ground with an arm hanging on by only torn muscles and flesh. The blood poured from the wounds, drenching the spot close to him. The pain was devestational, never had he suffered so many shattered bones in one spot in such a short time. The fortunite part was, his attention never fully left the first target, as he attempted to attack the vampire's gut. These wolves were not like others, but in the same turn, they were. As all wolves, one attacks and the other attacks the blind spot, making small but effective wounds and alternating till the mark is dead and doggy chow. It didn't help that this vampire was a bit of a beast himself, being part Gangrel, but that wouldn't come into effect till later. As he faught with otehr werewolfs, he would attack the one who didn't attack last, and with that being said, saw the attack to the gut. His body would shift to the side and in a upper angle as to cast a shadow by means of his own body. With the speed of the gods themselves, the ver shadow he cast became a 6 foot spike covered in virtually invisible razor sharp dermal denticles, extending rapidly to the chest cavity, the point being 1/3 inch diameter, the base of the spike 3 feet wide. As it stands, being already in motion, the wolf would more than likely become impaled, as it was traveling downward to a upward moving spike of shadowy doom. If the Spike penetrated the chest, it would more than likely exit the back of the wolf, and would immediately retract slightly for the dermal denticles to lodge within the organs and flesh, acting like fishing hooks. The tip would then spread wide to both the left and right and arc into blades, as if it became a double headed scythe to both the left and right. Finally, if this were to happen, the shadowy spike scythe hammer head shark looking thing would pull in towards the floor, stopping closely to Orion. This would cut the wolf in half from the chest cavity.

As Orion turned to create the shadow, he would then grab the gun that was chained and hit the floor as his body originally hit the ground and aimed the gun at the other wolf. He pulled the trigger, firing normal leaded bullets at the mut. His firing was not random, but well aimed. He emptied his clup, folling and firing where she goes...


Mitsuyoshi Placed the bundle of sworrds on his shoulder, and began to walk forward. The running monkey would proaby pass out, but Mitsuyoshi tossed a sword from his hip, aiming to impale the monkey and then penetrate the ground, pinning him to the floor. If this was sucsessful, he would walk over to the monkey and drop to one knee. He would remove his mini flask filled with sake and poured some into the mouth of the monkey as he pulled his head back. He would look to the wolf fight, and then the poisionist and the puppet master. "So, what is your roles in all of this?"

[Alzerina]

Alzerina was happy to see that she wouldn't have to fight Auriel to get to Uriel. Given the mood she was in, she probably could have given him a good fight, but it still probably would not have ended well. Giving Auriel a glare, she took a few steps past him before her gaze was directed at Uriel once more. She stopped a few feet from the bed, not really sure what to do. The amount of blood horrified her. She was surprised that he was even moving, let alone talking. After hearing the painfully uttered word, Alzerina swallowed hard and then turned to the attached bathroom. She quickly filled a glass with water and rushed back into the room. Her footsteps slowed as she approached the bed, however. Alzerina's eyes slid over the new features that had appeared, as it seemed, out of nowhere.

The eyes were the most unnerving. Alzerina started for the bed once more, her sure steps now wavering. The smell of blood was overpowering and she tried to ignore the fact that her feet were slightly sticking to the floor. She stopped by the bed's edge and held out the glass of water. She really had no idea what else to do. The blood seemed to have stopped flowing, but Uriel was obvously worse for the wear. The water in the glass rippled and it was only when she saw this did she realize that she was shaking. She cursed herself and forced her eyes to meet the new gaze of Uriel.

"...Uriel?"

Was that her voice? It sounded so small.

[Nyx Hemera]

It was too late for the young mans arm, once it was in the jaws of the wolf the snapping of bones popping through flesh filled the space of silence between her words. She'd had almost shuddered if it wasn't for the roaring white noise in the back of her head that told her this needed to end, one way or the other. There were consequences for one's actions, and the toll it would take on the wolves was dire. Their shadowed mistress may not allow them to die permanently, but it didn't mean that they didn't die. It just took longer for the seven to regenerate fully when the shadowed woman had to work on multiple souls. When one died, their soul was sent back to her and the body absorbed into the abyss where it was repaired or enhanced in some way. Carnivaal had been too late to make it to the larger wolf in time before the shadow had pierced his thick hide. The wolf snarled, snapping blindly at the vampire between his sisters teeth. Spittle and blood flew across the room, even as the wolf slowly faded Into the abyss. His blood spilled out across the floor, the hardwood soaked in a matter of seconds, stained with the wolves dark red blood. Something was off about that blood, small wisps of black tendrils snaked throughout the pools, seeming to move on their own accord they would begin to pulsate much like that of a heartbeat.

The link between the twins would cause Syfr to go berserk, her twin had been taken and the pain she'd felt through the connection was immense. Through a mouthful of flesh and bone the beast snarled, heaving her whole form into a massive shake that would rip the mans arm off and send it flying across the room as she went in for another strike. Oblivious to the vampire's peashooter, she would continue in her attack.

There would be a blur of feathers, flesh and bone, a wet snap would in sue on contact. Not the snapping of bones, but like that of a wet slap hard enough to knock the air out of ones lungs. That blur had been Carnivaal's wings, the momentum from those wings directed toward sending both the vampire and the other wolf across either side of the room before either of them were injured further. It was too late to stop the abyss from ripping open the Crimson, the damage had been done but the process didn't need to be further rushed by another dead wolf. The woman stood between them, her gaze upon the vampire as one of her blades pointed toward him. Those prism eyes reflected no other visible color from the room except for that of black, the irises enveloped by shadow.

"Enough."

Surely this vampire had realized they had more important issues to attend to other then a petty squabble that had been going on for centuries. Even as they stood there, the pools of blood spread out further across the floor, as it crawled across the hardwood a low hiss seemed to resonate from deep within that dark fluid. Loud claps and crashes like that of lightening or something breaking filled the silence within the main floor of the Crimson. Sending small jolts and shakes throughout the floor. That hadn't been the worst part, the worst part was that the more those shadows spread the more it seemed that the light that had been filling the Crimson was slowly being sucked into those spreading shadows, darkening the room further. As the occupants were plunged into darkness, a chuckle seemed to resonate deep within the shadows. That hoarse voice cracked and trembled against the floor, causing the building to sway and quake. The voice was in a thick ancient tongue, thick with malice and spite, mocking as he laughed.

"Freedom... who must I thank for my freedom!"

With each roaring chuckle the building shook, the blood and shadow sloshing like water in a cup. The light in the room was slowly dwindling, once it went out and they were plunged into darkness, there was no telling what might happen.

The child Draya had gone pale, horror stricken at seeing an arm fly across the room then mortified at the arrival of Suiten, the keeper. The demon that caged the sevens mistress. If it had been done correctly, the seven would have died and the scarred woman Carnivaal would allow the shadowed woman to take her place temporarily. But the result of death upon one of the seven had caught Suiten's attention and like a rat, he sought out whatever possible exit he could. Little tendrils of shadow grasping out blindly for more shadow to gain purchase from. Anything to help strengthen the door.

Binki having been shot, poisoned and dismembered, was now impaled upon the floor. With a shriek that stated, "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME." the monkey would go limp and allow the man to slip the liquid into his mouth. The taste of the sake warmed the monkey, giving him new vigor. If the rice wine had been poisoned, Binki would find out soon enough. But until then he laid on the floor, basking in the warmth as is spread from his throat and chest. Beady brown eyes looked up at the man that had impaled him, it was too late to go for the cute look.. since half your heads missing and you have no hands and feet. And thus, he looked up at the man and spoke in his little monkey way. Chrips and oos, a few ahs.

"I just came here for a drink man... then that twilight white ******** over there busted my nut then popped a cap in my dome."

It was probably quite hard to talk to this monkey without laughing. A monkey... three feet talk and maybe weighing twenty five pounds at most, now lay on the floor getting a buzz from rice wine with a big a** sword sticking from his chest. It looked so out of place, buried in the flesh of that small animal. Binki seemed oblivious to the sword however, more enthusiastic now that he had had the first drink since walking into the place. Now he lay on the floor, pinned under the weight of the sword... chatting.

[syorukyra]

”Weiter, weiter, immer weiter! Lauf bis wohin?
Straßen und Gassen nach rechts oder links.
Mögen der Himmel, die Sonne uns dummen
zeigen ‘Wo ist der Schwur?’”

Kaya released the threads upon the monkey, satisfied it wasn’t causing more havoc and watching the enormous man of muscle deal with the disgusting creature—by impaling it. Kai however had turned to watch the bloodsucker go at it as the offender against the two lupines that had entered. Not that the wolves had particularly been an unthreatening presence. The poisoner had still not stepped in to stop the bloody interaction until the scarred woman with eyes like that of glass mirrors swept them to opposite ends of the room.

With a request of permission, Kai sunk his own incisors, also sharply tipped, but only of the top mandible, into the tender underside of his left wrist. At first, a clear-colorless fluid dripped forth before seeping thickly like oil... Kai’s blood was black. Gold eyes closed for a moment before revealing an even harsher shine to them, pupils dilated to that like a reptile. He strode forward, what looked like only a few steps, reaching the injured, enraged wolf in only a few strides. The liquid sopping across the floor in the same path he’d taken. The Velgreed had asked to be returned partially to his original form to better protect and avenge his mistress’ beauty sleep. The human skin and shell would only be in the way. The presence below them in the time-space cloth that dripped from the blood of the wolves was something Kai felt could not be easily dealt with. It’d be trouble. And besides, they’d paid for their damn room already.

His left hand gun’s muzzle was against the head of the lupine, barely moments after Carnivaal had knocked apart the two with her wings. How interesting a set of appendages they were... If the wolf had caught its breath, Kai’d best not allow it anymore movement. Afterall, neither had an intention to kill. Just a nice, deep sleep. He did have an antidote if it trully came down to that. Better calm the place so they could return to peaceful sleep, something that was rare even in their own home.

Queen Kaya however, had eyes only for the ripping time-space of the establishment. Annoyance was almost an understatement, the man’s dresses were shredding into individual threads by the millisecond. What the ******** happened to ruin his beauty sleep?! And on a rather comfortable bed at that.

Five needles on each hand appeared, another six on either side, like a ghost’s hands wielded them.

[ImNoHero]

As all the commosion unfolded, a man would make his way from the alley passed the starving pit, through the gates holding the 'guild's' crest, and through the very door that held the same symbol. This place was sought for a specific reason, its odd setup very resemblant of an old organization known as 'The Crimson Despair'. After a devastating attack lead by Donald Tenebrae in the old FFA days, The guild had fallen and its only survivor being its founder and leader, Hartia Pendragon. Though after ridding the face of Gaia Prime of this very man, Hartia had obtained the name of 'The Crimson Despair', that being a shadow of his nature, and a glimpse of his past. Since those days, he wandered mostly, though where he has been would surely remember him from his career of 'for hire' work. Perhaps his prowess had stretched to this place, perhaps not, though this place's reputation had hit his ears, and after four days of searching, he finally found his way here.

THUD!

"What the ********?"

As he entered a sword struck through a monkey's sternum, pinning it to the floor. A horned man was currently leading an assualt on two....whats that smell? Lycans! Yes, two lycans apparently, and a bunch of crazy s**t going on. Soon as the lights began to flicker about, he decided it was best to rely on his sense of sight, viewing heat signatures and not to mention night vision, though that wouldn't come to happen until it was completely dark. One thing was for sure, it looked like even if this was the wrong place, Hartia was already feeling somewhat at home. A sadistic smirk smeered across his face, akin to the model of a nike swoop. His blood red eyes looked un-blinking as he took it all in. Should one stop to notice him, the first thing they might see if his long, abnormal hair. It was long and spikey, easily stretching up around a foot in size. Best part was, it was natural.

His attire was composed of the same tone red of his hair and eyes, some black thrown in there as to not wear too much red. No armor was apparent on his form, though he did have one visible weapons. The katana equipped to his lower back in a horizontal fashion, his dearest Lucifina. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood blocking the door basically, not getting into the s**t fest upon simple entry, though not allowing the exit to be an option for pussies running from a brawl. survival of the fittest was definently the theme of this fight, already he could tell that. It didn't even matter what started it all, Hartia just knew in his mind, whom ever was left standing belonged to this organization, and hoepfully one of them was 'The Crimson Assassin', in which he felt like he saw right now in this room, the horned man. Should anything come Hartia's way, he was more than prepared to defend himself and show no mercy on those that set danger in his path.

"Why do I have the feeling this is just the tip of the ice berg?"

[Vv-UrieL-vV]

The back of Orion would smash against the wall, as his intent was to yank his body from the ruined arm, combining efforts to soar at top speed. A vampire as he were, it would take time to regenerate his arm. It would of course be better to take the arm and place it where it was once connected, and allow it to heal itself back together, but with the fact that it was pretty much swiss cheese with not a single bone unbroken, and also that it was too dam far away, it would be the wiser decision to forget about the arm. The pain settled in, and did it do a doozy. The feelings that he ignored for battle was coming with a vengence, and not even Orion could hold back the vocalized whimper. He look to the middle of the floor, as the shadow seemed to consumed the CB...


Mitsuyoshi poured the sake down the monkey's throat some more, allowing him to enoy this. The sword was removed, but gave the monkey a look of 'no funny business', as he would turn the sword and swipe it, flinging monkey blood off of the blade, and returned it to the sheathe. He lifeted the half head and placed the bottle in it's hands. Noticing the threads were no longer on the monkey, being that he was one who used something of the like, he stood up. His eyes was on the individual that dress seemed to be coming apart, as the darkness caught his attention. His eyes got slightly wider, as he threw the bundles of swords in the air, pulling the large rope as they went up. This would open the bundles, and the swords would scatter around him, in a circle of blades. All remained in their containers, and some owuld even stick to the ground as if the sheathe were tipped and sharp. He would then clap his hands together, and slowly seperated his hands together, barely visable strands of silver threads appeared as if he was doing a cat's cradle, and finally would grip the wires in a fashion where all the swords would begin to shake. He didn't know who was friend or foe, but he knew that if him and the Baki-takusan style couldn't stop this... Well, Uriel better wake the hell up...


The Glass was in his hand, and he drank slowly, occasionally coughing up blood that was clotted in his throat. He looked to Alzerina, and his smile slightly reappeared, as his mechanical hand would touch her slightly. thankfully, the alloy retained hat, so it wouldn't feel cold to her skin. "I am ok..." he said in a light rasp voice. He looked to his body, and the hole that was closing. He took note of all the blood, and even more odd, it began to travel to the long black sword. He began remembering parts of the conversation...

'...cannot happen, Uriel. There isnt... its MINE! And you ow.............forgotten the legends, Mister 13? Pay up!....... she killed him..... forgettheresturielandtoughorugarewhnorug"

Uriel stood up, and began to fall in Alzerina's direction, unable to catch himself...

[Nyx Hemera]

A sound came from the black furred heap laying in a pool of shadow that slowly spread out, the sound was a mixed pant, the fluid in its lungs bubbling out from its nose and mouth. The wolf did not move, it barely seemed to be breathing. The remaining wolf, Syfr, lay in a dazed heap upon the floor on the opposite corner of the room, not in the state of her brother but eyes watching the scarred woman would occasionally shift to the other wolf and vampire. The wolf knew her options, she would not fight alone but she also knew the toll it took if she were to end up like her brother as well. Panting, it waited for rest.

The scarred woman seemed to sigh, the bone fused and melted feather mess of her wings seemed to shift a moment as the woman caught the poisoner out of the corner of her eye. This man hadn't been a threat, his scent was clear of that. He was probably more confused with the situation then she had been, even more so could be said about the new occupant that had just entered the establishment, blocking the exit. Eying the poisoner for a moment, the woman would shift her attention back to the one armed vampire while the she let the poisoner deal with the wolves. They wouldn't harm him, Rys was a dying heap of massive flesh and bone and Syfr was sulking in the shadows, whining softly as they seeped out from her brother.

The darkness would seem to spread, those who lacked night vision may have panicked if they didn't know better, however many of the occupants were skilled in numerous arts of combat, one was sure of that. The laughter that erupted from those shadows seemed to get louder, the building would groan against the pressure of this unknown presence. The sheer weight of the aura enough to crush even the most sane. Suiten was the deceiver, the consumer. Fear was what he fed off of, what he was created to strike. Within the shadows he was those beady red eyes peering out at the unwilling in the darkness, the sneer of fangs as that man struck his wife. He was anger, deception, malice and hatred, the shadow that hung on every wall watching and judging what humanity did, waiting for his time. The hatred was what caught his attention, this demon wouldn't make an appearance at just anyone killing one of the seven. the shadowed mistress would never allow one of her own to truly die.

What had caught this brutes attention was the vampires sheer hatred toward the lycan kind, the malice and hate within his actions. The blindness of the mans rage that had spilled the blood of the wolf. It could have been any of the seven to face the end of a blade, but it hadn't. The anger, the fierceness was like a tendril of smoke weaving out toward this demon, tempting him with its sweet smell and promise. This vampire, Orion, would notice a heated breath in his face, the strong scent of garlic and meat hissed into his face as the beast laughed in between words.

"Thank you, little fang. Thank you."

As the building quivered, Binki lay there getting drunk off rice wine. He had no hands or feet at the current time, and would hold the bottle mostly with his mouth and the stubs of his limbs while the man withdrew his blade. The monkey gave a shriek as the blade retracted, blood spurting out from the wound as the pressure released. Binki didn't seem to notice after that, he had a bottle in his well... stubs. This was all a really big misunderstanding, Binki was after all.. a monkey. What harm could a monkey do? Binki looked up at the rescuer, giving him his best smile. Yellow stained, broken and jagged fangs revealed before he went back to his bottle. As the alcohol warmed him, the wounds on his form seemed to pop and bubble, melting and sowing his flesh back together. Binki remained oblivious, drinking more from the bottle then his mouth could hold, causing the fluid to spill over his form. When he was finished, he would look toward the new occupant blocking the door. Squinting before he burped in that general direction, he would begin his chatter in his own monkey way, as if saying to the occupant, "Watch out for fang face... he likes to blow holes in things."

[Alzerina]

Alzerina watched, uncertain as to what she should do next to help Uriel. She was glad that he was able to get some of the water down. Alzerina felt slightly better when the telltale smile of Uriel tried to make an appearance. As she felt his touch, she jumped a bit, not expecting the metal to be warm. Alzerina looked down at Uriel's new arm, still very much confused as to what had happened. She bit her bottom lip, then looked back up at Uriel. It did seem like his body was making the necessary repairs, but Alzerina was still worried.

When Uriel made the move to stand, she already knew it was a bad idea. Alzerina braced herself and as expected, Uriel began to pitch forward. Wrapping her arms around Uriel, she accepted his weight and made sure both of them didn't end up on the floor. She was immediately assaulted with the powerful smell of Uriel, including the blood that was splattered all over his body. Alzerina closed her eyes and concentrated on the task of holding Uriel vertical.

"I don't think standing is a good idea right now, Uriel..."

Her voice was void of the fear that was in it before, replaced by a more raspy and husky sounding tone.

"Perhaps you should lay back down."

It was then that the building pulsed once more, and this time Alzerina felt it. She cursed silently to herself.

[ImNoHero]

As his eyes 'dilated' to view things in the dark, The Crimson Despair still hadn't blinked, his lips still carrying a sadistic smile as the scene continued to unfold. It was very difficult for him to not laugh at this point however, that sad sad drunken monkey was a very funny sight, hopefully his hands and feet might recover, if now, Hartia would figure out a way to help him later on assuming he was at least considered a friend to someone here. His hands dropped to his sides, though his right hand would make a pit stop, reaching to his groin only to scratch his nuts. Just after his hands decided to meet his pockets on their respective sides. This scramble was not his, and he would not include himself unless forced to, or unless he saw fit reason.

Oh? What was this? A demon from the shadows? Heh, Hartia use to be such in a way. His old teacher locked him in the shadow realm, and Hartia returned weeks later as a mutation of himself rather than perishing in such a radical place. He sure as hell wouldn't plan on going back, despite the power gained from such a place, the trials and tribulation were so great that it caused one to experience major pain and suffering, sorrow, and fear. These were all things Hartia felt he could not experience in his life, until going there, though that was a long time ago.

Remaining silent, The Pendragon was just starting to enjoy himself, s**t was getting interesting. The wolves were heavily injured it seemed, The wolf hating vampire had a new friend to make, the drunken monkey was drunk as hell...s**t was crazy.

[Alzerina]

)) Hero, just so you know, Uriel, Auriel and Alzerina are up in Uriel's room. ((

[Vv-UrieL-vV]

Mitsuyoshi pulled a single thread as all the swords began to vibrate. A jerk of his thumb and a downward shift of his elbow to all threads as they wrapped from his hand to elbow, and instantaniously, all 30 swords would leave their sheaths. Each sword, now revealed, none looking alike. A few swords would take a new position without as much of a motion fro Mitsuyoshi, some in front of him, some very far. Even one thread became red as it connected to a demonic looking sword. The darkness, which eloped them all, would not be near Mitsuyoshi, or in truth, one particular sword. A 30 ft radius bubble, where darkness wouldn't exist, only the normal appearance of the crimson Blood. He looked to the shadow with a smile, not only because he faught with many a demon in his past, but mostly for creating a perfect battleground for the dark shimmer duo, Mitsuyoshi and Orion...

Orion was afraid of bleeding to death, not having much to drink since his awakening... It wasn't till the darkness covered him when his smile became large... and morbid. Even when the demon spoke, he would respond.

"Thank you for saving me, before I kill you.."

As if he was Alucard in the anime hellsing, his eyes would grow large and tounge long. He would begin to swallow some of the darkness, the very shadow that surrounded him. Normally, covering the entire place would be done by his partner Mitsuyoshi, but in this case, one of their favorite tag team combinations was done without. He was glad, as his arm grew back, but made entirely of black. His eyes would glow yellow, as his hair turned a real deep purple, and then black. His form would grow slightly, and would be blanketed by the very shadow he was surrounded by. He would then instantly vanish, leaving a ripple in the blackness, and flash through the very middle, to the end of the other side. The marking from point a to point b would leave a rip in the darkness, a slight space devoid of shadow, attempting to begin this fight of whatever laid in the middle. As he made it to the end, he would repeat the process from behind the epicenter, towards Mitsuyoshi, stoping directly in front of the line where shadow could not penetrate. These moves would leave a horizontal "X" at all four directions pointing north south east and west. He smiled, a smile that would seem larger than it should be... as it seem that shadow would enter his mouth.


Uriel sat down, but looked up at the building... He would close his eyes, but could not hear the voice of the establishemnt. In the fear of it all, he got back up, not heeding alzerina's words. Realizing he was naked, he began to get dressed in this new attire, and all the while, looking at the bladeless sword, and the black long nodachi type sword, as the blood was nearly gone from the floor, all being devoured by the sword somehow. His new tight heazy clothing gave him new possibilities and new defense. His swords were with two sheathes, and attached to the white jacket. Finally, he would look to the head geat with the horns... how fitting. He equipped them all.

Here stood the new Uriel, yet falling to the bed again right after getting dressed, he looked and saw Auriel standing there, shocked still...

"Auriel... go and find out what is wrong with the building... I cannot hear anything..."

[Nyx Hemera]

This emptiness wasn't like most shadows, the darkness was palatable, thick and misty. It was as if one had been dropped into a sauna, the tendrils of shadow shifting as one moved, snaking around ones form like a gentle hissing caress. Thick like steam, it would fill ones lungs like heated syrup. The pressure within the building seemed to increase as time passed, the entity that owned such an aura was far too large to completely manifest in its true form without splitting the building in two. Thus, the occupants would be faced with wisps, former images of the seven captured souls that resided within the heart of the demon, the shadowed mistress. Her imprisonment also fueled the demon, the longer he had held her captive and her anger had built, he had stored it. The seven souls would have no contact with the outside world, but it didn't mean that the demon wasn't smart enough to create a shadow replica of each one and their traits.

The demon hadn't so much as entered the building but completely enveloped it. If anyone were to leave, they would open the door to nothingness, a darkness so dense and thick the sheer mass would crush the air from ones lungs. However, if one peered out the window the illusion would have changed, one would have been faced with the buildings and trees of the outside surroundings of the Crimson Blood. The only way to tell is by trying to leave, and one would have needed to get past the Spectator first.

Something seemed to crash down around the outside perimeter of the lower level of the Crimson, like that of a second set of walls without doors or openings into other areas of the building, blocking access. The laughter seemed to ensue, howling and booming in its mockery, and still the demon spoke in this ancient tongue, forcing the minds of the occupants to register it like their own so he was able to communicate. The demon leered, his big toothy grin like that of Cheshire cat, mocking the vampire. The demon himself would make no move, the tendrils of shadow reaching out to the other occupants, caressing or teasing, coaxing them into action. The seven shadowed souls would circle the outside edges of the area, watching and waiting. Their forms blending in with the darkest parts of those shadows, making sure to stay clear of the light as so to keep their positions hidden. Each shadow held a trait of its owner, Draya the fae-wolf child, Carnivaal the scarred fallen, Syfr and Rys the twin wolves, even the remaining three that hadn't arrived; Jacqueline le Spades the cybornetic-werewolf, Lymeria the assassin and Elizabeth Thorne of Ivy.

The natural form of the child Draya would scurry away from where the bar had previously been located and crawl across the floor toward where the light was shining, seeking refuge behind the horned man and the vampire. Between the two, friend or foe, they were her best option at being able to see at the current moment in time, her gaze fixated upon the darkness like a mouse searching for its pursuers. Her tattered blond hair scattered around her face as her robes rested stained in blood. The child for one could not see in this unrelenting darkness.

Carnivaal embraced those shadows, being born in the abyss under the chained city had granted her with that lovely ability to see in the dark. Some of those with night vision may have found the light to interfere, the woman's Prism eyes absorbed light in all its colors, using the color as a weapon. Say the irises absorbed green light, the spectrum would allow her to manifest it into a more solid substance, earth energy so to speak. If she had absorbed the reds and scarlet's, the energy produced would have been heat or fire. Reds were stronger then greens, and greens stronger then yellow, however blues were far stronger then reds, so on and so on. Her gaze shifted along the outside edges, watching for movement to catch her attention while searching for the crack that had allowed Suiten to enter. If he had entered, perhaps that portal could be closed.

The wolf, Syfr, would had jumped to her feet by now if she hadn't been put to sleep, her guard high. Her brother remained a wheezing heap upon the ground, panting lowly as his massive form tried to move, resulting in small spasms which caused him to growl low in his throat. His crimson eyes searching wildly in the darkness for the closest victim.

Binki, the poor drunken b*****d, would manage to raise his head long enough away from his bottle to screech an OH s**t before clambering up the best he could with partially regenerated hands and feet. It was indeed a sickly sight, since Binki was so close to Orion, he was closer to the light thus those could see his injuries progression. The missing portion of his skull was partially filled in by bloody brain tissue and skull, tufts of fur clingy to the skull. His left testicle having been blown off, that was partially back as well. But what was even more disturbing was the partially developed hands and feet, fingers and toes little bloody nobs of bone and muscle. He would scuttle to the outskirts of the light, closer to the spectator at the door.

[syorukyra]

Kaya was aware there was a much larger, disgusting presence up and above…and around. Great, so now he could not quite stroll back home to bed either, not that his home was on this plane or time-space at all. The clatter of sheaths and swords bought his attention for a moment. And he found the hunk of a green-headed man with wires to the bundle of swords, drawing them out. The Queen’s eyes narrowed somewhat, carefully noting where every one of the weapons were and their most dangerous characteristics. He was no enemy, but that didn’t mean others didn’t perceive him as one. Who knew what the hell they were thinking— right now, anything could go, and that meant an attack was possible by anyone here. After all, they were fairly foreign to the building and its owner.

Throwing his auburn-red, coiled curls aside over his shoulder, the Queen turned once to face the green-headed man. A nod, but his fingers never moved. Kaya passed the man by in a swift stride, making his way to Kai and the injured wolf. Kai’s blood, in the form of now a reptilian body, gathered more of the droplets into itself as slithered after the weaver’s trailing dresses, right over the green-headed man’s boots. The threads of the gown however did not linger as a trail, instead, it coiled into the form of a decagram. The snake-body surrounded the points of the threaded shape and sunk into the ground, leaving single inky scales.

The poisoner shot two shots into the male lupine form. Better be safe than sorry; a double dosage for such a body weight that had to be at least twice any two-legged. He turned back to his Queen, his confusion leaking into their link. Kaya had no answer to the puzzle. Silver eyes lowered in their brightness, a little disturbed that his usually certain mistress was just as tentative as he. He blew away a lock of his somewhat shaggy black hair away from his gaze.

He took up four needles, forming threads similar to that of the werewolves and without turning his eyes to the lain form of the wolf on the floor, sunk them all into the edges of the jagged wounds. Sealing this drippy portal was a first no? The threads first patched to look like cloth before oozing in, filling in the necessary damaged organs, skin, and fur. The other hand however was forming a bird cage at his feet with the threads. By now the dresses were shredded into a mere tunic, hemming into lace again. The lines of the decagram on the floor now were thick with the threads; inscriptions looped in the empty spaces between the points and the body of the star.

Kai however was now focused on the general area. The counterpart of the male wolf, the female, was any a threat as the sword puppeteer. He wouldn’t need to reload anytime soon, but one could never be sure. He’d about fifty rounds of his sort of ammunition in each firearm. Two casings of bullets and a dozen of needle ammunition reloads. He was hoping he needn’t resort to the bullets. The ebony hated the wear the bullets did on the recoil of his guns, wearing them down far more than needles.

(Decagram is a 10-point star)