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“What!?” she squeaked then lowered her voice leaning closer to him. “Yes I like him, but not in the way you’re thinking.” She grinned, “I’m like what 8 years younger than him?” Truth be told she wasn’t really sure what their age difference was, she smiled inwardly about it. “As for tackling you, you SO deserved it!” She laughed, fixing her clothes and brushing herself off. “Being able to fly, but can’t take someone cool like me up with you.” Crosses her arms and gives him a grin and a wink. Her voice had been filled with sarcasm as she spoke

Meredith quickly makes his way through the halls with his hands shoved in his pockets. He speaks in a low voice, but only when there is no one else in his vicinity. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say there was no one alive in his vicinity. "Yes, I know that it is a good idea. That hardly means that I must like it. No, no; you really do not need to remind me of why it is a good idea. I think you have done enough persuading already. Yes, I know. And you are a good friend. But if you were not already dead, I'd start kicking you right now. Because you won't be quiet! I'm already going; don't expect me not to be nervous." He felt a little guilty yelling at his friend, the spirit of a kindly psychiatrist who was trying his best from beyond the grave to keep Meredith from becoming unhinged. Still, the man did tend to be a bit pushy when Meredith showed any hesitation toward his suggestions.

Finally Meredith stepped into an elevator and addressed the computerized system. "Meredith Ludd; fourth floor, please." Mr. Smith was always polite to the computer and Meredith had taken up the habit as well. He never asked why, but had developed his own reasoning. The recorded voice was intended to make the passenger comfortable, but that had never sat well with Meredith. He found it just slightly easier if he treated the voice as he would a person. And so, he was polite. The elevator completed its trip and the boy hesitated to exit, then stepped out quickly at the last moment.

The Show Room was vast and impressive, but Meredith was not here for the grand tour. Taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, he strode toward an object with which he was very familiar. A ceremonial athame, very old and still bloodstained from its long life of use. Nothing in this room can truly harm you. You know that. The spirit reminded Meredith, intending to comfort him. "That does not make it any less terrifying. No more pep talk; let us proceed."

Meredith removed his hands from his pockets. He was wearing white gloves to protect him from accidental visions. That was what this little exercise was all about. He wanted to practice controlling when a vision would come to him. Higher classed Syndicate members were attempting to teach him, of course, but Meredith hoped to speed up the process by experimenting on his own.

Meredith ungloved one hand and reached out to the athame. His fingertips touched the surface and, for long moments, nothing happened. Relieved and about to withdraw his hand, Meredith was struck with a vivid image of a violent ritual. He wants to scream, but he has at least learned enough control to swallow that reaction. He pulls away from the object and waits, heart pounding far too fast in his fear. The vision would pass, they always did; he just had to wait. No matter how terrifying that wait was.

Staggering out into the sounding lights looming about the street, Amarantha allowed her barren feet to trample upon broken glass. It was undetermined if the blood was from these new wounds, or the gaping holes that laid waste to the perfection of her pale skin. She had not always been this sickly in appearence, her flesh had once been a beautiful olive color, however, the past few months have... changed her, to say the least. Amarantha held her hands close to her chest, the blood seeping into her white peasent skirt as she made her way deeper into the city. The street lights cause her to squint, it had been a long time since in a city like this, perhaps she was not ready to be here, that feeling to run away, far away eating at the back of her mind, but she knew she could not. There was something else in that darkness of her own thoughts, something not her own...

"They aren't here..." The voice called again. Not just one voice, but the voices of many, children, men, woman, even demonic sounds, all speaking in complete unison. It was the voice of her... it. Whatever it was, it did not sound pleased. "That b*****d lied to us..."

"Then we can leave. Please let me leave..." She pleaded into her own mind, still cradling her wounds as if they were a crying child. "Please let me leave..." She begged, stopping once in the crowded area where no one seemed to notice her.. yet...

One man, his expression of sheer horror, rounded the bleeding girl, his hand reaching for her shoulder, his eyes focused on her as if it is was own daughter. "Are you okay? Oh my GOD! What happened! Come on, let's get you to a hospital!" His voice rose up above the crowd where a few others had taken notice, but could not bring themselves to surround nor approach her.

"Kill them.... kill them all......." The voice called. And finally, that feeling of darkness seeping into her heart and mind, clouding all thought and feeling of her own accord.

"I am sorry..." And Consensio had taken over. No more was there Amarantha's child like innocence, but the cruel demonic being which took pleasure in the screams of others, dementia her aphrodesiac, and insanity her favorite play thing. Of course, killing everyone was as easy as... well, as easy as it was to control her little puppet on strings, mayhap a bit unneccesary, but how much fun would that have been.

"Miss?" The man asked, as Amarantha's hands reached for his head.

"No. Sorry." That strange voice began. "Not any more..." And with that, Consensio, using Amarantha's body, jerked his head swiftly till the sound of bone cracking echoed loudly in the town square; his limp body falling to the ground.

It was then that the screams began, and Consensio could not help but laugh. "Your time is up..."

There was no savior in this city, not a single damn one...

"May God have mercy on your souls!" Consensio screamed as she laid waste to the unsuspecting crowd. She had been betrayed, but no matter, the man who said she would be able to find the syndicate had been long away from life for some time now. Now, to take out his treason on the lives of these pathetic mortals. And that is just what she did....

Upon his arrival, Consensio had personally drug a few of her kills by the heels of their feet and piled them lifelessly atop one another. It was a beautiful masterpiece, and though happy with her work, there was a false sense of accomplishment eating at the back of her mind, or better yet, Amarantha's who, without asking, took control over her body once more. The girl whom Consensio occupied climbed down from the tiny mound of bodies and attempted to push Zenn, perhaps strike him, before her hand could even reach his face, Consensio took hold once more and gained control.

"Little brat..." The voices rose up over the sound of silence the once lively city had been consumed up in, that same wicked glint that was Consensio shining in Amarantha's eyes. Her smile reflected her utter disgust, but her relief of Zenn's sudden appearence was plain as day. "I trust that all is not lost...however with the damages you have... incurred." Consensio made her way back to her work and sat atop the bodies as if they were constructed into a throne in her honor. Her legs crossed cocking her head slightly in the utter amusement of his wounds. "They are stronger than anticipated..." Consensio casted her gaze to a dimly lit building, pondering what would needed to be done in the future to ensure their success.

"Tell me what it is that thee must do." Amarantha's eyes welled with tears, something uncontrollable by Consensio, that pathetic girl was always crying, a sheer sign of weakness. But she had to hand it to the girl, with as many mental slaps as the demoness had cut across the girl's mind, she still managed to take control over their body from time to time.

Kiami looked a Lucid with furrowed eye brows. She was pulled away from her bickering with Leo when Lucid spoke of the mission. She wondered why they had pulled Amico from the mission and shrugged it off. “I’m almost concerned about this,” She let out a sigh. “Alright, I’ll be back. I won’t be long.” She ran inside smiling at Lucid as she ran past. Her ice spear melted and returned to the fountain as water.

She was back out within a few minutes with a small pale blue bag over her shoulder with a water bottle strapped to the top of it. She was dressed in light clothing, mostly in pale blues and turquoise to match the water that she worked with. A choker sat around her neck with a small jade stone in the middle of it. She wore a short sleeved jacket that was kept closed by a stone covered belt. She wore protective gloves as well and tall boots that went all the way up past her knees. She came to a stop when she reached the group again and stood with her heals together. “Ok, I’m ready.” She grinned. She turned her attention to Leo again and stuck out her tongue then grinned again. She looked away from Leo and up at Lucid. “Where are we going anyways?”

Alexander changed his appearance into something quite ghastly. His face turned golden. All facial features gone but eye holes and a small open mouth with jagged peaks hanging from the top and bottom of the mouth. Behind the mask was nothing at all. Atleast not to anyone around him. His body became very large and muscular. Out of the mask grew straight bright white hair down to his waist. He wore only a loincloth. "I figured I might atleast try to look like the natives." he said in a loud rough voice. He walked up to lucid silently. "So what is this mission?" he said quietly in his own voice. "I need to know what were up against. You know I at the least need to know. I'm the best you have for reconassaince." [sp?] He said calmly.

Leo let the weight of the world slowly fall back upon him, giving him a soft enough landing. He soon ran inside to change and grab his bag, right behind Kiami. When he emerged, he was dressed in a loose white pair of pants that were tight at the waist and ankles, to avoid interference with his running, a pair of red tabi's that were tied to his ankles under his runner's pants by a thin, brown thread, a tight, black top that came to right above his bottom ribs and came down into a V shap in the front of the neck and cut off right where his shoulder started, an black arm band on his left elbow, and a pair of fingerless, red gloves. He came out with a small bag strapped to his body by two velcro/buckled straps that fitted tightly around his torso and under his arms. He took apair of partially yellow tinted uni-screen sunglasses and placed them on his face. Kiami ran out seconds after he did. She ran up and stood next to him. Leo leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Like I'd ever go after Lucid! He's much to old for me. I'd certainly go for someone like..." Leo then remembered. "Mere! Isn't he on this mission? Where is he?" Leo ran back into the building in search of Meredith. He found he roaming around the first floor, talking to either himself or one of the ghost he could speak to. "Mere! Hey, aren't you assigned to the mission in Germany? 'Cause we're leaving here pretty soon. Everyone's gathered in the courtyard by the fountain. Hurry up!" Leo said, grabbing his hand and tugging at him to move.