❖❖ Instantly catching the leather-bound book that was tossed at him, Judal peered inside for a few moments. After a few moments, the book seemingly disintegrated without warning. Most would think that he had cruelly tossed it away. However, this was not he case. Extremely advanced Mages held the ability to gain and absorb the knowledge from a book--specifically spells--through absorb the 'essence'. Therefore; instantly having the power at stand-by along with generally mastering how it worked. Though a few test runs would be necessary if he wished to fully gain control of the spell given. While the Zaibatsu was indeed garbage in most ways, if there was one thing they held up about them, it was their supply of handy research material. Specifically how to strengthen and fuse his water, wind and lighting-based elements to create a powerful hurricane. Smirking with clear satisfaction as he crossed his arms, the Doma Admin proceeded to thank their little spy for her /wonderful/ contribution. ❖❖
❖❖ " Much appreciated. You have my thanks~! Though I've been quite well, all things considering. The beginning of /War/ always tends to get me excited. A pity you weren't able to witness it. Ahh, the smell of the burning buildings; the screams from the tortured souls witnessing the welcoming of our reign! The corpses piled and the soldiers slaughtered! The wounded crying out in agony and begging their troops to save them! It was /marvelous/. " ❖❖
❖❖ Before he could continue, however, an extremely strong power-level could be sensed out into the cemetary. Just what the Hell /was/ that? Perhaps an intruder. This was something that an Admin would have to investigate personally. Stepping past the pair and towards the doors, he chuckled. ❖❖
❖❖ " Forgive me, but it seems something has come up once again. I'll meet up with you two later. Seems that we have a few intruders...heh. [Exit] " ❖❖
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Another Alice Falling
Ultimate Sword000
Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 6:54 pm
☉☉☉If I do not love, I am nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.☉☉☉
Ten slowly and confidently walked through the halls. She could feel the emotions in Judal, Quite clearly, and as she stood from a distance, she read his mind. Every intricate detail of him and Diamond flooded through her mind. Every touch they had, every kiss, every laugh. This was true friendship, and she brought him much more joy than being here in the Doma. But if he knew this, he'd leave. She knew that feeling, that feeling of betray by a loved one, and turning to the Doma for comfort. When she reviewed all his thoughts, it was now her turn to pursade, to comfort, and for him to realize Diamond corrupted his mind. She wanted him to Loath Diamond, to hate the Zaibatsu, like she did in her core as of now.
As Ten walked towards Judal she could see the distress in his eyes. That was the same distress she had when she left Nine and came to the Doma. That same hurt and agony. Ten was glad to get to Judal before his mother did, Gyouken didnt need anymore stress than she already had. Walking towards him she smiled.
"My dear Judal, what troubles you?" Ten sat down and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, looking up at him as she sat down on one of the hallway couches. "I hope it's not that girl you've been bringing over, breaking your heart or anything." Ten shook her head. While she knew damn well what it was, she was playing like she didnt know.
"It's funny--if you think about it--We're the bad guys yet, the Zaibatsu is the one who screws everyone." Ten turned her head as she spoke in a soft concerning matter. "They toy with your emotions--use you--Use your emotions against you so you stay at peace with them. Hmm--Being used--by the zaibatsu memebers.That's why every single one of them--need to be destoryed." Ten looked into the distance quietly for a moment. "Oh--Sorry enough about me, what's wrong Judal?" She smiled as she looked up at him.
❖❖ Anger. Pain. Corruption. All three swirled within the Doma Admin's eyes; layer upon layer of dark thoughts gathering within his mind. Having ignored the front guards posted outside of the mansion as he entered, his thoughts instantly went back to Diamond. His beautiful, amazing, sarcastic, playful, teasing, romantic Diamond. That /b***h/. His love. He had thought that he would have been the last one she would have hurt. That if she the one who had fallen into such depravity; that he would have searched the world for the one who had hurt her...and send that being off to Hell! To do anything to protect; to keep her safe. But right when their relationship began to blossom after two years of bonding...among /other/ things, she had completely rejected him. Made him look like a fool and hurt him far more then anyone else could have possibly managed. To make matters worst, it seemed Ten--the nosy little Bruja--had decided to take a delightful work into the recesses of his mind and access his memories. He ought to have punched her head clear into the wall but he was in no mood for a battle. Yet; his body craved it. Craved the adrenaline rush that only an intense battle could truly satisfy. It was a sweet release that he needed but couldn't afford; in a sense. He had to keep himself within check. Besides, there wasn't much left to do anyhow. The Doma's true goal was on the very edge of completion. /It/ was nearly brought back into this world and the Zaibatsu had failed to meet the challenge. But at this point, Judal hadn't cared about this. If this was truly the end; he wished to spend it with at least the woman he had thought returned his feelings. He should have known better. Not wishing to deal with Ten's little sarcastic banter, finding her presence only to be a bother, he simply began to walk past her while speaking. She was mocking him and he knew it. Normally he would have greeted and matched her sadistic and sarcastic tone with his own but it was clear that his emotions were fluctuating wildly and he was in no mood to banter. ❖❖
❖❖ " Go to /Hell/, Ten. You know damn well what aches me currently due to that annoying little talent of yours. Stay out of my head. This doesn't concern you. Why don't you go cry to Gyokuen about your shambling wreck you call a marriage instead of butting your nose in where it doesn't belong? Fool. " ❖❖
The smile that sat firmly upon V³'s face was nothing more than a sign of trouble. Her expression normally consisted of little more than a scowl, but when she smiled, it was a signal to avoid her at all costs. Only two things could turn her nearly permanent frown upside down. Violence brought her great joy, and was one of the few things she seemed to genuinely like. Speaking to her father was the only other thing that could bring smile to her face. So when she smiled, it was a gamble. If the smile was caused by violence, she was dangerous to be around. If the smile was a result of her father, then those around her were (relatively) safe. "You can do this, Venka. You got this. He's gonna be watching today. Just prove that you're the ultimate badass, and you'll definitely earn tons of brownie points." V³'s eyes flashed bright red as flames engulfed her fists. She punched the air in front of her several times, shadow boxing, for several minutes. The excitement in her eyes was extremely clear, like a child that was expecting to receive a present at any moment.
After finishing her impromptu imaginary boxing session, V³ continued to trek through the Doma mansion. She couldn't remember why she was there, but figured that if she walked around long enough, she would remember her reason. However, her attention was soon drawn to two others she found conversing in a hallway. It was a man and a woman, both of whom V³ knew, but rarely spoke to. They weren't of her race, and therefore, not worth spending time on, but she was in a good mood, and willing to spend a few moments speaking to what she considered to be 'the lower races'. She listened to their conversation for a few moments, and her smile grew wider as she approached them. "What is this I'm hearing?" She asked, giggling softly. "Girlfriend just dumped ya, eh? Well, you know what they say. Plenty of fish in the sea...though your fish is probably getting ******** by a fisherman somewhere as we speak. I don't know where I was going with that analogy." V³ stroked her chin, seemingly perplexed by her own statement. "She probably just didn't like being with a guy that spends more time in front of a mirror than she did? See? So maybe it wasn't your personality, just the fact that you looked more feminine than her, pretty-boy." Again, V³ paused, giving the impression that she didn't understand her own statements. "Oh who am I kidding, I'm just surprised to find out that you're not gay. I mean, you've got the tiny shirt-scarf thing, the genie pants, and the long hair...This whole time I thought you were into dudes. And here I was, betting that you were a bottom." By this point, it was abundantly clear that this statement, along with the previous two, served no other purpose than to be taken as insults, though the last statement was less veiled than those that came before.
☉☉☉If I do not love, I am nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.☉☉☉
"Now now Judal, there is no need to walk away or get hostile." She wasn't trying to be sarcastic, she thought maybe he wanted to talk. The Doma was a quiet place though, no one really ever talked, even about simple things. Feeling were never exchanged and Sex was something that happened often.
"We could kill her--I mean, she is apart of that Kingdom." Ten could relate to that feeling he had, of wanting to fight, but not wanting too. She understood that hurt he felt. And she for a moment, a moment in a really long time, she was like him, they both had human like feelings, and knew how to love, while most of those in the Doma didn't. For a moment Ten felt something she hadn't in several years. That hurt he was feeling.
"Don't tell your mom Judal, cause she might actually kill Diamond--that is, if you still care if she's alive." Ten rolled her eyes at the thought of that Cocky young woman, who hurt the emotions of one of her closest members at the Doma. She now saw Diamond in the same light as Nine.
Trufflez walks in his shoes clicking in as he walks in. He hears the commotion of both Ten and Judal talking. He walks to the room and enters wherever they are. He has been ease dropping for a while now but he didn't decide to jump in until now. "Hello my superiors~ Ten, you look good as always, Judal you look.....normal." He fixes his blue dress and looks back at both of them "So whats all the commotion about?"
❖❖ Outright ignoring most of the insults and jabs from his fellow Doma Members, Judal blocked nearly all of it out. /Nearly/. As far as he was concerned, he was in no position to answer to their comments or even demands. V-3 or whatever her name was hardly existed in his eyes. To catch or respond to a fly from the a** of the fodder soldiers was hardly worth his time. The same went from the ugly transgender-looking wanna-be girl. It was pathetic how he made himself appear, looking like the other gender and apparently being all but innocent. Neither were his concern nor worry. Taking calm steps past the both of them, the Doma Admin refused to throw a punch. They weren't worthy of his effort nor time. But Ten's voice rang out to him once again. She was the only one within the room he had truly acknowledged properly despite his own inner rage. Her words slid into his mind like an ice cold dagger. Her voice soothing, as if her aura had reached out and gently caressed and gripped his shoulders to relax his body and release his tensions. In many ways, her entire presence reminded him of Gyokuen a little bit. She held the same tone of sarcastic affection; sadistic amusement and a hint of sinister that was masked by an overwhelming outer appearance of kindness. It caused a sharp tingle down his spine that was nothing but straight uneasiness. Like a snake wrapping its body and attempting to nuzzle the victim while controlling their movements in the sly manner that was held within its being. Her words slowly settled into his mind. They /did/ deserve to suffer for what they had done. She had used him despite his clear love and appreciation for what she ways at her core. Despite their bond; she had betrayed him just like everyone else. The Zaibatsu were nothing but a bunch of hypocrites; spouting nonsense about being the light that served within the darkness to vanquish a great evil when they use the same tactics as those they fight against. It sickened him that he had fallen for such deception. That he had been so idiotic. His fellow Admin truly had been correct. The Doma would purge this world from the filth that had accompanied it; those who would follow Fate blindly would die by his hand. Diamond--No; all of the Zaibatsu kneeling at his feet. Their homes permanently destroyed, CEO slaughtered and with his former love begging him to spare her. As he slowly unsheathed his blade and impaled her right through the trash she called a heart. A cold smile began to build from within; a feeling of horrible satisfaction at the image that had flashed before his eyes. Halting in his tracks, he would soon regain control of his mental state, eyes narrowing. His tone was clearly hostile, on the edge of outright attack. Ten had truly improved and become something that left even the Doma Admin slightly uneasy; but he wasn't completely...'persuaded'. Not yet. ❖❖
❖❖ " ...Do you take me for a fool, Ten? Trying to do the same as what a certain other did to you? Hmph. You'll stop while you have the chance. You'll also tell these pathetic peons to watch their tongues; lest I cut them out myself. " ❖❖
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 6:14 pm
☉☉☉If I do not love, I am nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.☉☉☉
“A fool? Is that how you believe I view you Dear Judal?” The sitting Ten with her hand under her chin grinned as she viewed the images of his mind, Diamond begging at his feet, and dying at his hands. “Not by any means are you a fool, maybe naive, but that is because of Age. No no, I see you as someone who unconditionally loved another being, looking past the fact they were a Zaibatsu, and opening your heart to them. Heavens No, not a fool. I understand you Judal.”
Ten stood up, walking towards Judal. With his back to her she reached for his arm, and stroked it gently. “You did nothing wrong, you know this. Diamond broke your heart—your sister hasn’t even tried to reconcile with you, though she knows you are alive. You would think a sister would be happy to know her brother, but yours clearly did not want you in her life. The Zaibatsu is full of close minded, cold hearted beings Judal, it’s a good thing you got rid of Kouen’s family—they would be one of them too if it wasn’t for you.” Bitting her bottom lip, ten smiled as she waiting for Judal’s response. “We welcomed Diamond among our lands as you fell into romance with her, but you—you had to sneak around the Zaibatsu, unseen, unknown, what judgment! They have no right to place that upon you—Or maybe, she was ashamed?“ Ten was silent, she wanted this to sink into his mind. For him realize all these possibilities.
“We need to remind them—.” Ten released his arm and walked ahead of him as she looked up at their Celling. “Remind them we are still at war. Do you think they have forgotten? I sure do think so. Rather than training hard to defeat us, they are rebuilding their luxurious kingdom. They still act like the super powers with their rich gowns and silk sheets. They are blinded by material possessions, and even when they are at the bottom, they still don’t recognize who’s on top!”
Ten turned around and raised her eyebrow at Judal. She smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Maybe—they need a reminder?”
❖❖ Reasoning. The very thing that he seemed to crave most within him but the one thing he wished not to acknowledge. Out of all the of the Doma Members, Ten was the only one to truly understand him. His pains, as fresh and open as the seas and his wild emotions that was threatening to erupt like a super-volcano. His hands tightened into fists on instinct when Ten sympathized with her fellow Admin. Stating that he was only deserving and in the right in this given situation. That everything he did was in the noble cause to defy and fight against the inevitable force of Fate itself. Everything. The one known as Kouen...he would be the perfect thing to set his rage and anger on. It would be shameful to leave the job as half-finished, hmm? But for now, all he did was focus on her words and her words alone. They swayed him; taking advantage of his heightened emotional state to play right into her hands. His own sister...even when he attempted to seek her out, he could never find the right time. She had shut him out when he truly wished to reconcile and turned him away when contact was attempted. Diamond...he had always been open and honest. He held the fact that he fell for a Zaibatsu woman proudly and never attempted to hide their little romance. The Doma couldn't care for such things so long as neither member compromised them. But the Zaibatsu...they didn't care. Heartless, cold--Pathetic beings they were. Allowing Fate to dictate their every day, every second, every /moment/ of their lives. And now he allowed Fate to do this. But worst of all...did the Zaibatsu truly care? Or perhaps she only did this out of shame. Shame for being intimate with the very nation and organization that she despised more then life itself. A chuckle soon began to rise within Judal that turned into full out outright laughter. They did need a reminder. A reminder to show that no matter how much they late themselves fall victim to the hand called 'Destiny', they would always be there to shatter the shackles that inhibited them all! To remind them that the Doma was superior and always would be. Stepping past Ten, he would place a hand on her shoulder while whispering into her ear before stepping into the shadows. Once again, he had left with the intent of clear malice on his mind. The old Judal was /back/. ❖❖
❖❖ " ..Thank you. It seems I know what I must finally do. You have my gratitude. You're much more like her then I had assumed you were. Heh.[Exit] " ❖❖
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 11:35 am
☉☉☉If I do not love, I am nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.☉☉☉
For a moment, Ten felt uncertain inside of her as he referred to her as gyouken. But a smile soon appeared on her face as Judal disappeared. This was going to be fun, Like a second attack on the Zaibatsu. Disappearing with him, Ten left following close behind.
♛☽☾ βella Δonna Ƞocturne ☽☾♛ —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— ♜♜♜ The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion... ♜♜♜
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How unbelievably, undeniably gaudy! How cliche can you really get! At least put in a little lighting like goddamn! Can't a b***h get some light up in this piece!? My element is Darkness and even I have some issues!
This was the first thought of the woman named Bella Donna Nocturne while walking towards the mansion. Her golden eyes searched through the darkness as she looked down at the address she had scribbled. It had taken her quite awhile to actually find the place. Her heels made a resounding clack! on the cobblestone that lay around the area as she landed from her levitation. She was at least glad the place kept an aura of darkness around it. The setting immediately rejuvenated her. At least now she could work her way towards finding out who exactly employed her captor, but for now, she decided it would be best to find out a little more about the place.
Bella Donna brushed back her long purple hair. Really why hadn't she cut it by now? Bob cuts were back in style anyways! But she couldn't do that to her own hair simply because she liked it so long. Besides, it was fun to strangle people with. It added the element of surprise, Bella would say as she walked away from the looted victim lying in the alleyways. She slowly strutted, not really caring about common courtesy at the moment. "Uhm... hello?" she called out, but she didn't do so timidly. "Wow, you all have some wonderful security." she thought to herself. She took out one of the cigarettes in her pack. With a black flame coming from her fingers as she snapped them, the end of the cig lit in a black ferver. She took a drag before looking around. Bella was not one to smoke often, but for now, she was a bit too frustrated for even her own liking. She calmed down immediately and waited though. She was sure that somebody would be bound to pop up. That's what normally happened with places like this.
She chuckled to herself wickedly as she took another drag. The Lady Nightshade was not one to wait, but for now she would before she decided to potentially disrespect these people and invade their private property even more.
Ten and Judal were a boring pair, as far as V³ was concerned. Neither one did so much as bother to acknowledge her presence, apparently preferring to pretend that she didn't exist. That reaction meant little to the pale skinned girl, for those two were little more than people she was forced to interact with occasionally, much like the rest of the members of DOMA. She held no love or loyalty for them, as was just as likely to impale one of them on a fence-post as she was to shake their hand. Each and every one of them was expendable in the long run, though V³ would prefer if they lived long enough to make her job less stressful, and occasionally more entertaining. Sighing as the duo left to do whatever is was they did on their own time, crying about women would be V³'s guess, she decided that it would be a better use of her time to seek out someone else to mess with. Preferably someone willing to respond to her. Luckily, the sound of an unfamiliar voice soon rang out, drawing her to it's location.
"Wow...What's this? I don't remember ordering a grape-flavored hooker." V³ said loudly, announcing her presence to the woman beneath her. The strange woman stood near the building's entrance, while V³ remained upstairs, but peered at the woman over the railing that she was now sitting upon. For only a brief moment, V³'s light red eyes flashed, her pupils momentarily shone with a glowing blue light. "So, mind telling me why you're here? No wait, don't tell me. I can figure this one out. Looking for a stylist to help you get rid of those split ends? Maybe help you dye it, because honestly, that color isn't working for you. Lemme take another crack at it. Did one of us kill your Dad or something? Maybe your kids? Because I've killed quite a few kids lately, and their parents always come back whining about revenge or some other bullshit. Or maybe you're here about that prostitution thing I've been trying to get set up around here? Stop me if I guess the answer." Due to V³'s particular tone of voice, and tendency to chuckle when speaking, it was often difficult for others to know when she was joking, or making serious comments. Usually, it was a mixture of the two. As V³ continued to watch the stranger, the black tattoo on her right arm began to pulsate. It shook softly at first, but soon began to stir. The tattoo slithered across V³'s arm like a snake imprinted upon her skin, and eventually decided to settle on the flesh of her neck.
♛☽☾ βella Δonna Ƞocturne ☽☾♛ —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— ♜♜♜ The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion... ♜♜♜
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Bella took another long drag through the cigarette as she heard the voice call out to her. It didn't take long for Bella to be irked, but thank the heavens she had that cigarette in between her lips or else she would have been up wherever that voice was. She didn't even bother to move from her spot. "Honestly if your first thought wasn't that I was a purple people eater you're a dumb a** ho. But thanks for the compliment honey, I take pride in how I look, and if I look terrible to you then that means I have room for improvement. You know what else probably has room for improvement? Your shitty attitude. But I guess I shouldn't judge others now should I?" she spat back out as she blew smoke rings in response. "But honey I am so much sweeter than grape flavoring. You ever want a taste, come and ******** get it. OH WAIT. You seem to like mocking me from the rafters. Silly me, hoping to get some relief by the end of the night." Was that her teasing? Or was she just insanely mad. Nobody could really tell at that point.
However, there was one thing that was certain. Nobody was allowed to touch Bella's hair. Now that she looked at it though, she did notice some split ends. She sighed; it was such a rough life having long hair, but it was the one thing that Isabella would not lit others touch. Bella would entertain the thought of getting another haircut however, after all it had been quite awhile since her last haircut. She flicked the ash on the soon to be finished cig and tapped her foot. It was only then that she decided to finally turn around and at least face in the direction of the female voice up above her.
"OOOOOoooohhh you almost had it there honey bunches. Such a smart girl for being nothing but a service monkey I presume." she called almost sweetly. "I'm here to be returned to Doma. My master was contracted under all of them. He put me in as Lady Nightshade. Though he died recently. But at least I have my paperwork to prove it." she told her. Oh the lie was so smooth but in a sense, she had delivered herself back to Doma, she had been kidnapped to become their property after all.
She waited for that girl to say just the wrong thing. Or perhaps the right thing. She could go for a good hate snogging right about now, but she had more important business to attend to. Bella strutted out a bit more towards the door, her heels putting her at almost six feet would have been a fearful sight to anybody on the ground. She looked around and decided that she would just walk in normally. She looked around the place, this mansion, and looked around. "No, I don't have some ******** cliche story. Unlike your mansion I at least have a bit of originality! Who would've thought! But you musn't try to make me mad. I'm in my zen right now. Though that can change REAL quick on you. Wanna try a bite? I promise it won't be your last." she coaxed the female voice seductively. She was making it clear with her body language that she would otherwise be disinterested unless V³ would show her face.
"Master? Oh, so you're one of the slave girls? Heh...What kind of evil organization would we be without a slave or two. Maybe some cannon fodder as well. Do sex slaves make good cannon fodder? I should probably look into that." Again, V³'s tone made it very unclear where the joking ended, and the serious comments began. The fact that the other person in the conversation could not see her facial expressions didn't help in the least. Smiling, V³'s red eyes lit up as she recorded every detail about the strange, purple woman. Her physical appearance, her clothing, each breath that she took, every movement that she made, everything would be committed to the eternal memory that V³'s found herself connected to. V³'s took note of multiple factors in order to come to an ultimate decision about the woman. Her physical features reminded V³ of her aunt and grandmother, causing her to wonder if the woman was a succubus as well. She had the proper proportions and personality to be one, but V³ felt that the stranger lacked a certain...air about her. And despite her previous insults, V³ heavily doubted that the woman was a slave, at least in the typical sense of the word. The way she was dressed was not in the fashion associated with concubines, and she lacked the body-type that most physical laborers bore. "Master, eh? Never seen a sex slave all decked out in skimpy armor with wrist blades. What do you think about this, Sir?" As V³ spoke, her eyes shifted colors, this time becoming an odd shade of purple. A few moments later, she nodded, as if in response to a silent answer to her question.
Suddenly, there was a soft thud as V³'s shoes touched the floor of the Doma mansion. Dropping from one floor to another was nothing but menial task to most of the members of Doma, even it's human members would risk little more than a sprained ankle of they dropped from floor to floor in a similar manner. Now she could see the stranger clearly, and the more easily visible details of the woman's attire were recorded to memory. "It seems there's a problem. I checked it out, but we don't have Purple Whore listed in our appointment log, but you're free to come back when things are less busy, or maybe call ahead next time? Now you see that door behind you? I would suggest walking through it, before I'm forced to kick you through it. And please, for the love of the Gods, please try and resist being tossed out. It would absolutely make my day." Like before, V³'s eyes flashed back to an odd shade of purple, but the change in eye-color remained, rather than returning to normal. V³'s smile, which had been on full display, quickly disappeared. "What? Why not? Ask her---Just look at the b***h. She's practically asking for it." V³ then sighed loudly. "Gods ******** damn it...Apparently I'm should confirm your identity or something instead of just straight up killing you." The pale girl moaned, obviously upset at the thought of restraint and diplomacy, rather than using violence to solve the issue. "This master of yours. Gimme a name or something. I'd ask for yours too, but I'm just assuming it's Candi, or Champagne, or something like that."
