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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:04 pm
When all was curtained in darkness, a gargoyle was stationed along the railing at the top of the stairs, still and lifeless. It was crouched and eyes keenly sought through the murk, but the profound lack of light made it difficult for even this creature to discern anything through. Its indistinguishable form shuddered as footsteps disturbed the silence. The slam of a shutting door made the creature extend its wicked wings ever so slightly, but in the darkness none could see it move.
When the torches went up a feeble light crept across the side of its face. The weak amber glow glimmered in a crimson eye, the iris narrow and jagged in the want for light, giving color and saturation to his cheek. Given his still posture and his distance from their visitors, he more than likely went completely unnoticed. The gargoyle kept its gaze on their visitors even as Tura entered the chamber. It was as though the gesture was meant to complement Tura's arrival: a gargoyle with unyielding eyes glaring the intruders down while the master of the household descended to welcome them.
The motes of multicolored light did not distract him. Nor did his attention go astray with the sound of piano rippling through the room. The gargoyle listened keenly to Tura's voice, vitalized by his rich tone and his words, and only when the bodies plummeted into view did he glance up. The creature gazed up in awe at the masterpiece.
"Ooh."
Wings as fine as silk, bodies as weightless as air... Ah, something he could never achieve in his own experiments. He admired the display a bit longer until Tura began to accuse their guests of their own crimes, snapping his head back to those who had gathered. The gargoyle's eyes flitted from body to body as each was described. He scowled playfully at the carcasses, glad to know they'd received their rightful punishment and that, in turn, their guests would be judged as well.
There is no justice in this world...
He bristled in overwhelming awe as white flames illuminated all below, a fantastic image for the spectator above. This man was surely the master dramatic flair and presentation. His words were not without meaning, his demeanor not without influence. The gargoyle's own heart was cut up by the words he experienced, but he relished the pain, spanning his wings and craning his head back to view the carcasses once more.
Footsteps. Melethia, Isadora, and Amelia were advancing up the stairs. They flew right past the creature, really. He quivered, entertained by the looks on their faces, the looks on their comrades' faces. He wondered how it would all end. He wondered if their efforts would be worth a thing. Body convulsing delightedly, a quiet giggle arose from the shadow.
"Butterflies~!"
Like a child chasing visions of euphoria, Neros slipped off of the railing and stumbled after the three, a rather fair distance to keep them within eyesight but him out of earshot.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 10:20 am
The doors eased shut behind each who entered, leaving the main hall bereft and bare. The torches flickered, guttering, then went out, plunging the room into darkness save around the door, where two torches still flickered. Kishuna entered now; his step was heavy, and his head hung. He didn't want to see. But he had to... he had to know how it would go. He was to watch. He had been told so. He was... the backup plan.
The first would be the pyro, Roy. The hall he would enter would look normal; well, as normal as the rest of the mansion. Carpet of a soft crimson, walls lit by more torches that cast a soft light down the passage. There were doors; but all were locked, and if he were to attempt to try to destroy one, he would find that the doors were either made of some sort of strange material or were not in fact doors, but a part of the mansion itself. His only choice was to keep going, following the path set for him. It wasn't hard, and it didn't seem dangerous... in fact it looked rather boring.
Venturing further down the hall, the torches were spaced further apart, leaving the pyro with little light to see by. He could light his own blade, of course; but the brighter light from it would leave him unable to see down the weaker light of the hall. It didn't matter, though. There was still only one way to go; into the darkness.
And then all the torches were gone, left behind him. He would have to use his blade to see now; and what he saw was no longer pleasant. The walls were no longer as solid; they were peeling, an odd, viscous liquid dripping from cracks that had appeared. An odd, grinding sound had begun to emanate from the walls, as if some machine was behind them, squealing a turtured squeal of metal on metal. Or, was that the scream of a person in pain? It could be both....
Then, more doors. A few of these would actually open; though most wouldn't exactly be a good idea to open, per se. Luckily for Roy, the sounds coming from the other side would deter most anyone from coming in; sounds of ripping and tearing and liquid spraying. But, there was another sound, further down the hall, that was different. It was a voice. "Psst. Hey. Spitfire. Over here." And a door clicked shut; if Roy turned quickly; he'd be able to just barely see which one it was.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 1:08 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy  The hall Roy entered into upon passing through the door seemed normal enough. He pressed his hand against one of the walls, just to make sure. Yep...no traps here. Not yet at least. He walked down the hall a little, passing several doors, until he paused at one of the doors. Why he picked this one, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was nicer-looking than the others? (impossible, considering they all looked the same). He tried to open it. Locked. He took a step back, prepared himself, then tried to kick the door down. That resulted in some pain in his foot, causing him to hop around, cursing under his breath. After making sure he didn't break his foot attempting to kick the door down, he tried to use his sword's flame to perhaps burn through it. No result. He concluded that the door was either made of some material that he couldn't burn through, or perhaps it wasn't a door at all. Perhaps a fake. Perhaps all the doors in this hall were fakes. The young lord limped his way down the hall, his sword by his side to ensure his protection, cursing under his breath every now and then as the pain in his foot would suddenly spike up. It wasn't long before he had grown bored of this hall. It seemed like it was just an endless hallway with doors on either side of him. He wasn't even sure if he was just walking in circles or if he was slowly climbing upward. He took a small break to rest and to treat his foot's pain before continuing down the hall. After venturing down further, he concluded that he couldn't be walking in circles, because the torches were becoming fewer and fewer, as well as more spaced out. But there was still enough light that he wouldn't need to use his flame just yet. When it got dark, he would just focus his eyes towards the darkest part of the area until his eyes adjusted to the dimness. And soon...there were no more torches. Just an infinite expanse of darkness before him. The Sword of Seals begun to glow, a flame surrounding the blade, as the young lord raised the weapon just above his head to serve as a torch. What he would see next would definitely haunt him if he managed to get out of here alive. The walls were peeling. Cracks that were forming were oozing out some strange liquid (it would not be a good idea to light them on fire). B-bump b-bump Went his heart. Was this sensation fear, or some unusual excitement? This was no longer the mansion. This was a living nightmare. He quickened his pace a little, trying not to touch the viscous liquid or the peeling walls. It wasn't long before the sounds came. Grinding sounds came from behind the doors, some squelching sound alongside with squeals. The hell was making those sounds? Machines that were powering this little trick? Or torture devices, punishing Leon and the other members of the Watch as their screams of pain echoed in his mind? B-bumpb-bumpb-bumpb-bump His heartbeat had quickened. More doors were visible now after he ventured down the hall, dodging the peeling walls and the odd liquid that would soon start to flood the floor (a shame. That was some nice carpet). He didn't dare to go into them. Did he really want to see severed limbs of Leon, or Javert's flayed skin on the wall, or perhaps Ghis' insides slowly being pulled out of his body while he was still alive? Nay, he did not want to see any of those. The sounds were bad enough, and now they were getting worse. Sounds of ripping (flesh or paper?), spraying liquids (acid or water?), the previous sounds, and the occasional tearing (of flesh or of whatever these walls were made of?) were all beginning to get to the young lord. BumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpNow he knew what that sensation he felt earlier when he entered the darkness was. BUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPIt was fear. He was afraid that his heart would suddenly just stop, or just tear out of his chest and run down the hall, screaming (if such an object could scream). He was afraid that he was going to die here, without ever seeing his father, mother, Uncle, or any of his precious friends and girls ever again, in this hellish nightmare. If this was just a bad dream, he prayed to the goddess that he could just wake up, even though he had a feeling this was no dream. Just as he was about to lose himself, he heard a familiar voice. He jumped a little as he spun around, sword swinging with him, just in time to see where it came from. One of the doors had just opened enough for Melethia to call out to him before it closed (it had to have been her! Who else called him Spitfire?!). Questions ran through his mind as he quickly made his way to the door. The floor was almost all covered by this strange liquid he dared not touch. A shaky hand reached out towards the doorknob, this door that would lead him out of this hell. He twisted the knob. It clicked. He pushed it open slightly (he couldn't move towards it as it opened, since now he was standing on a small island of carpet that wasn't consumed by the liquid), then kicked it with his boot to get it all the way open. He then jumped into the opening just as the liquid took over the island he was stranded on. Once in, he spun around and closed the door behind him. He slid down to his knees, his breathing irregular. He rested his forehead against whatever the door was made of, trying to calm his heart down, before he would get back on his feet and face the figure that had saved him from that horror. 
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 5:42 pm
"Are you ok Roy?" Melethia asked. She looked a little conserned for Roy. "You don't seem ok."
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 12:26 pm
The room they were in seemed mostly normal, compared to the hall Roy'd just gone through. The paint was peeling, and there were pictures of strange landscapes on the walls, but all-in-all it was a normal... bedroom. The four-poster bed against one wall was covered by drapes on all four sides, and nothing could be seen in it. Melethia was standing to one side, looking worried. Maybe she was on his side after all; she seemed to want to help Roy out.
But really, there wasn't much in this room other than the bed, a closet and a small door, probably leading to a bathroom. There were no windows; this room faced towards the inside of the house. And if Roy were to try the door behind him he would find that it had become just like the others in the hall; completely unopenable. Which was probably a good thing, since the hallway outside was likely covered in that liquid now. Really, the only choice Roy had left was to explore this room, now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 2:25 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy Once Roy had managed to calm down, he looked around the room. A...bedroom? There were two other doors in the room besides the one he had just come through, in which he assumed were a closet and a bathroom. No windows. The bed looked pretty comfy, but he had no idea what lied behind the drapes. This room was dull for a bedroom really. "I seriously hope this isn't what your bedroom looks like..." he joked, trying to make the heavy feeling a little lighter. He then smiled weakly at Melethia. She was showing genuine concern for him (was it genuine? He couldn't be sure at all). "I'm fine now...Though...I'm curious about something. If I recall, you, Isadora, and Amelia were supposed to be Tura's honored guests and go upstairs. I know I didn't wander upstairs, so why did you come downstairs?" the young lord asked curiously. The sword was still in hand, just in case. Having barely made it out of a dangerous situation had made him more wary about his surroundings, including the people.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 3:57 pm
"I don't know." She answered. "One minute I was running to stop Tura, next minute I'm here." She took a few steps towards Roy.
"I'm glad that your here Roy." She smiled.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 10:58 am
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy She didn't know how she ended up here? That was odd. He glanced up at the ceiling, almost expecting a trapdoor of some sort that would have dropped her into this room. If there was one, it must have been cleverly hidden in the tiles. Or perhaps the entrance came from the bathroom or closet. He wouldn't know. Roy then noticed that Melethia was starting to walk towards him. He smiled weakly at her words. "I'm glad you're here too Mel. If it weren't for you opening the way, I'd be dead by now." he said. He then thought about her words a little more. Weird...she didn't call him Spitfire like she usually did. Should he be concerned, or...? "We should probably find a way out of here to try to help the others."
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:26 am
"Spitfire." She said, "I think the only way out was the way you came in, unless I'm wrong." She gave Roy a hug. "I'm REALLY glad you are here. It was kinda foolish of me to come here unarmed."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 12:45 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy According to Melethia, the way he had just come through was the only way in. He tested the door. Locked. So now they were trapped, unless there was another way out. Roy felt Mel's arms wrap around him, and he blushed slightly, his arms eventually wrapping around her to hug. He patted her back before hearing her words. That was correct, she was unarmed when they encountered her at the entrance. She could probably defend herself, since she did pound Leon with a punch. "I'll protect you if something happens." he said, releasing her after a few minutes of embrace.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 12:58 pm
"Thank you Roy." She looked around. "What are we going to do now? I think we are kinda stuck here."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 1:54 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy Roy shrugged. What could they do now? They were trapped in a room with two doors leading nowhere and a third locked with dangerous liquids flowing through the hallway. "Well, we might as well try to get comfortable, since it doesn't look like we'll get out of here for a while." he said with a sigh. He sat down on the floor, since he didn't trust the bed, with the drapes pulled around like and opaque, so he had no idea what lied on the bed. He sure as hell didn't want to find out.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:20 pm
"Why are you on the floor Spitfire?" She asked. She got on her hands and knees and crawlled her way to Roy. She came within 3 inches of Roy's face. "I want to have a little fun. If you know what I mean." She gave Roy a smirk and she unbuttoned her jacket. She wanted some rise out of Roy...and we're not talking about his temper.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:12 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy "It's because I trust the floor way more than the bed." said Roy, looking at Mel. The Dragoness was now on her hands and knees, crawling to him. She had gotten pretty close now. He could catch the scent of old burns on her from her pyro ways. He looked at her curiously before he heard her words. Her hand went up to her jacket and he saw her unbuttoning it. The young lord blushed, then felt something warm run down his face. He wiped his hand slowly under his nose and glanced what it was. Nosebleed. Well, no s**t there was going to be a nosebleed. Mel shoved her activity inches away from his face and was about to expose it. Any man would have had some perverted reaction to it, whether it was a simple nosebleed or an urge to dive headfirst into that heaven. He had to have some control over himself. "You're making it sound like we're out of time Mel. We can't die here...not now. Not when we've gotten this far." he said, trying to control himself. He was having a small tug-of-war going on. Part of him wanted to go for it, but the other part didn't want to, since he had no idea just how crazy it would become, and he sure as hell didn't want to be defenseless if something did come. "And you're certainly rushing this. Not even a kiss to start off? You just wanna go straight into the unmentionable, don't you?" he tried to joke.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:47 pm
"We're trapped in here." She said. "We might as well do something...enjoyable." She kissed him on the lips and as she did that, she took her jacket off. She then pulled away from him, stood up, and pulled him up. "If we are going to die Roy, we might as well have some fun before we do." She started to walk to the bed while holding Roy's arm.
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