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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 6:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 6:46 pm
❄ ♔ Moving Out At Last ♔ ❄
“Mother, where are you taking me?” Regina complained, accenting both syllables of the word ‘Mother’. A pale nose turned upward at the sight of the mansion they were arriving at. “I am supposed to live here? Take me back this instant, mother. I wish not to occupy such a lowly-,”
“Shut your damned trap. I just have to grab a few things. Oh, and don’t talk to Cody,” Ary snapped, turning into the long driveway a little more harshly than originally anticipated. As the car came to a stop, a pink-haired teen poked his head out the door, seemingly struggling with something out of view and an ever permanent scowl on his face.
“Ary! Finally. Whatever Azzy says, it isn’t true… Who the hell is that?” he called out, eyeing Regina carefully with a greedy look in his eyes.
“I, peasant, am-,”
“She’s Regina, my newest… brat. From the same idiots as your brother and I wouldn’t suggest pick-pocketing her either,” Ary interrupted as she shoved her way past the teen and squirming child.
“Mm, gotcha. Oh, hey Azzy. Who’s the girl?” Cody asked, glancing around confusedly as the dark scowl slipped from his face.
“Regina. Ary’s newest kid. By the way, my name’s Azrael,” Azrael replied as his brother released his hold on his head. The sudden personality change and amnesia didn’t even seem to phase the pumpkin demon. It wasn’t exactly unusual for such an event to occur, often gaining their concern depending on who it was and what was going on at that time. Of course, with Azrael’s attention on the sudden appearance of a new girl he barely noticed the change. Barely.
Scoffing, Regina slid past the two with her nose high in the air. Who were they to address her? They were not of royal blood! Only those of royalty or high wealth could address her as such. If only she had a kingdom, she would have thrown them in the dungeon to be beheaded for such ignorance. They were such pathetic peasants too with one barely able to remember things and the other being a disgusting shade of purple. He practically looked diseased.
“What a snob,” Azrael grumped, crying out in mild surprise as a box flew through the air without any previous warning. Fortunately, it had been aimed at Cody and caught so it missed the poor boy by several feet. “Take that to my car Cody. NOW,” Ary snapped, glaring at the teen. “And DON’T filch anything out of it either or I’ll do what they do in the marketplaces of old and chop off your hand,” she added as a warning, looking ready to do such a thing as well. Apparently she must have had SOMETHING of insane value within the cardboard casing, since Cody seemed to suddenly be drawn to it. With a huff of irritation and seemingly little effort at all, Cody carried out the box and left Azrael and Regina alone in the living room.
“What the hell is your problem?” Azrael asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. Oh yeah, he definitely looked cool and yet that pale nose remained firmly in the air.
“You will address me as Her Royal Highness Queen Regina, peasant,” Regina replied icily, eyes flashing dangerously as she happened to glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Or what? You’ll order some nonexistent person to chop my head off or throw me in a dungeon? You’ll slap me? Please, don’t insult me or I may just curse you,” Azrael replied coldly, tail flicking back and forth slowly.
“Hmpf. My snow bees will deliver a painful retribution to your insolence if you continue to mock me in such a way, peasant,” the girl hissed, glaring at Ary as she happened to walk by and dump three more boxes into Cody’s waiting arms. Neither Azrael nor Regina remembered seeing or hearing the teen actually enter the room, but he must have at some point since he was standing not two feet away. It wasn’t like he could just teleport or something, and with his pink hair and pale skin it wasn’t like he actually blended in. “Mother, remove this monstrosity from my sight at once,” Regina commanded, looking even more ticked off as Ary ignored her.
“Monstrosity? HA! You haven’t gotten out a lot, have you?” Cody asked, laughing that creepy dark laugh of his. It seemed to echo from every part of the house and even from outside and yet nowhere at once. It was dark and chilling to the bone and deep within the chilling tones, hints of insanity were laced through the supposedly mirthful sounds, seemingly perfect for a haunted house or creepy carnival. Of course, when paired with his famous conniving smirk he looked like a monster in a human disguise.
Regina stared at him in shock and fear. What WAS he? Nobody could, or at least should, be able to create such a sound or look. It was terrifying and made her want to go crawl under the covers of her bed with all the lights on and never come out again. If there was a contest for the scariest voice and look, he could have beaten out the boogieman.
“Cody! What the hell did I tell you to ******** do? Stand there and scare people? Get your damned a** moving!” Ary snarled, glaring at the teen. Cody returned the glare tenfold, turning and heading out to the car.
“Yeah, he’s MY brother. I couldn’t help but-,”
“Silence, peasant. Or so help me I’ll freeze your silly little tail off,” Regina snapped, screeching as Azrael shoved her to the floor. In a flash, the clouds outside grew dark and a flurry of snow bees stormed for the house. Before they could arrive at their destination, they slammed head-first into an icy barrier. Two pale hands snatched forward amidst the fighting children and grasped a hold of an ear each with the left one holding a pale purple one and the right a pale peach one.
“ENOUGH. Regina, call off your snow bees and Azrael, you better hope I don’t duct tape you to the ceiling. Cody, escort my daughter out to the car while I take your brother to his. Tell Shadai the room key is where I hid it last,” Ary explained to the teen, voice soft and quiet like freshly fallen snow. Deep within the quiet tones lay a hint of danger, a storm lying in wait to be unleashed. “If she gives you trouble, do not hesitate to tell me. As for you, Azrael, one peep and I’ll break something. And it might not just be a bone,” she added, releasing her daughter and dragging Azrael up to his room, ending the discussion and fight in one move.
It took almost an hour for everything to get packed up into the trunk, the house deathly quiet as Ary moved about gathering up random objects and putting them in boxes. Even Cody seemed to be well behaved, noticing how she patrolled around like a human version of death, ready to claim its next victim if it so dared to put a toe out of line. “That should be everything. Cody, your mother should be home within the hour. Should you leave, there will be dire consequences. I’m sure you know where Azrael’s room key is if you really want to let him out. Don’t let me catch you sneaking around my house either or I’ll call the cops. See ya,” Ary said to the teen, not offering him a hug or nothing as a token of goodbye.
And with that, the black sports car rolled back down the driveway and off into the distance, just as silent as the house it left with one room empty of all its contents.((words = 130 cool )
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:15 pm
❄ ♔ ORP ♔ ❄Which is Full of Magical SurprisesRegina claims the party was a disaster, but I think it was a success. No one died, right? or was stung... I think it went rather well.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:17 pm
❄ ♔ Ary's Journal ♔ ❄
Journal
Well now, this is most unusual for me. I'm sure you know I've adopted (forcibly) a girl by the name of Regina from the same place Azrael came from apparently. I have one word; snob. Yes, I'm calling my own daughter a total snob. She's royal, knows it, and acts like that''s all that matters. Oh how I wish I could show her what happens to people like that, then maybe she'd... well, wishful thinking won't get me anywhere. I may have told her too much when I said I was royal earlier but what's done is done, I have no regrets. At least she LISTENS to me now
Moving on. Since I have no patience to teach Regina, I feel it's necessary to send her to a private-ish school to relieve me of such duties. Hopefully it goes well since I had to bully the principal into letting her attend. Ah the joys of violence and how they get you essentially anything you want.
Hopefully she isn't EXPELLED the first day. Ugh. I thought I told myself I'd never have kids again and yet, here I am with two. Looks like my past hasn't followed me here of which I am most thankful. I would hate to have more blood on my hands...
Arytiss
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:19 pm
❄ ♔ A Place of Learning? ♔ ❄ Hmpf. Why did Ary insist on sending her to such a drab and commonly place of learning? It reeked of grime and common folk. It was absolutely disgusting and yet, her mother had insisted on it. Of course it wasn’t as if their argument had been quiet nor had she entered the filthy establishment by her free will. No, her royal highness had been slung ever so rudely over the adult woman’s shoulder and carried in while waving off the swarm of bees that flew at her in anger. The school was mediocre in the Snow Queen’s opinion, if not laughably so. In actuality, the school was on the higher end for education by only employing the best teachers and buying the best equipment. Of course, Arytiss had met with the principal in person, demanding to have her royal highness admitted. After a heated argument, there was truly only one thing that settled it in Ary’s favor; physically pinning the headmaster against the wall. And so, not three days later on the first day the white-haired woman was carrying the child into the shiny stone building. It wasn’t that Ary couldn’t physically teach the girl herself or simply hire a tutor. No, that would be far too simple for a girl who demanded everything be done by those of either royal blood or took an oath of eternal loyalty. She could sift through thousands of tutors in hopes of finding someone that had a very distant royal relative or were stupid enough to pledge to Regina’s demands. But, she had little to no patience in doing such a thing and thus sent the little snow brat to a higher end private school. The school was close and it had to be easier for professionals to deal with her than someone who would sooner duct tape the child to a tree than calmly preach the ABC’s, right? “Ugh… Well, it was either this or have the entire block stuck in a blizzard of snow bees,” the woman muttered darkly upon carrying her Royal Highness into the school. Dealing with Regina, her Royal Highness the Snow Queen, had been tiring and painful during the few hours they had before recess and lunch. Firstly, the girl refused to answer any questions unless addressed as “Her highness Queen Regina” and accompanied by a bow or curtsy. Unwilling to give in and call the spoiled girl such a name, the two finally agreed on simply “Queen Regina” although not without a good amount of bee stings being dealt out against them. “Does no one realize I’m a queen and to be treated with respect? A queen should not have to attend, much less deal, with such a place. It’s appalling to have one of royal blood mingle with dirty peasants. They’re unappreciative, smelly baff-” “Hey, your royal snob! Why ya talkin’ to yourself? Hm? Queen of the crazies is more like it,” a kid interrupted, shoving Regina to the ground mid-step. As her beautiful sky-blue cloak hit the ground, laughter erupted from the small group that had quickly formed. Laughter? They DARED to laugh at HER? Or even TOUCH her with their filthy hands?! Regina’s eyes narrowed angrily, not a single tear appearing to leave an icy trail down her cheek that would depict weakness or fear. Moving slowly and quietly, she stood and lightly brushed the dirt off her once sparkling cloak now soiled with dirt. “Apologize peasant before I teach you a lesson in respect and humility,” Regina commanded, a sneer evident in her dangerously icy tone. Slowly, a dainty white hand surfaced from their hiding place only to pause before emerging fully as if waiting for the boy to do something. The crowd around them “ooh’d” and fell silent once again. The boy simply snorted, angering her further. To make matters worse, he exchanged amused looks with his friends nearby. As they gave the thumbs up signal, snickering wildly, their leader stepped even closer. “Peasant? Humility and respect? You’ve got to be joking. For a snob you’re really stupid, ugly AND annoying. You ain’t the queen of anything an-“ Before the boy could continue any farther in his insults, the white gloved hand sailed out and collided violently with his cheek causing him to stumble backwards. Regina eyed him coldly, nose stuck up a bit in the air. “Peasants. You never learn,” her dismissive voice spoke as she turned to leave the playground. “Get back here! Don’t you dare turn your back on me! No one hits me and gets away with it! ESPECIALLY little snobs named Regina!” “Hey… uh… Michael? Dude? Look up.” The leader, Michael, stopped in his tirade to glare at the one responsible for interrupting him before glaring up into the suddenly cloudy sky. There, above Her Royal Snobbiness was an ARMY of tiny snow bees buzzing angrily and staring them down. It was about the same sort of look that a hungry predator would give its prey, and their look almost exactly matched what a prey would give under similar circumstances. AKA that “Oh snap I just wet myself” look. “Sting him and his friends. Allow no one to escape your wrath,” Regina commanded, waving her hand to dismiss them as she ascended the schoolyard steps. Her royal army would easily take care of them, being completely loyal to her every order and whim. “Silly peasants, when will you learn? I am your queen and I am to be treated as such. Let this be a lesson to all of you that, as your queen, punishment will be given to those who do as your ignorant friend Michael did.” As her announcement rang with a certain air of power over the gathered children an almost deadly silence descended upon them. Slowly, one by one, they hesitantly bowed to the absolute pleasure of the little Snow Queen. She had dominated the school and now, all the filthy peasants within were hers to command! Unfortunately, her pampered life on the playground ended soon enough and eventually her time at the despicable building had come to a close all too quickly. And she was just beginning to have fun too, ordering around all the little peasants and stinging those who didn’t obey her. As the bell rang, the dirty little peasants left one by one into the loving arms of their parents until all who was left was Mother, waiting with an indescribable look on her face. Regina figured it had to be one of anger and… was that amusement? “I see it only took one day to conquer your little friends. What happened? Someone insulted you and the bees of some frozen hell descended to force them into submission?” Ary asked with a snicker. Regina may not have realized it, but they were definitely far more similar than one could imagine. “Perhaps, but perhaps not. All they needed was a ruler who could control them far more adequately than those miserable people who claim to be in charge,” Regina replied coolly, opening the door of the car with a gloved hand. “Either way, I’m still impressed that you managed to gain control over a bunch of ten year olds through intimidation. You sure you’re not my long lost daughter or something?” Ary laughed, getting in the car as well. Regina hadn’t exactly expected her to approve in such a way, nor to skip punishment for her seemingly just actions. Either way, the school’s students remained fully under her control and everything remained mostly alright. At least till the teachers finally figured things out and gave her detention for a week…
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:44 pm
❄ ♔ Regina's Journal ♔ ❄
Dear Diary,
This is my first diary entry since being kidnapped and placed into another’s care. I feel like a prisoner here and I HATE it! I loathe how Mother doesn’t care about what I want and forced me to go to a dirty peasant’s school. A school for peasants and I, a queen, had to go there and mother won’t let me leave. I hate it. Yes, I managed to get the peasants to follow me without complaint, but I still have to mingle with them. Ew.
Then there’s Azrael, the most repulsive and disgusting of all peasants. From his stupid attitude to his revolting tail, he has got to be the ugliest THING alive and… and… I HATE HIM! Cody, his older brother, is the only reason I actually have to deal with the idiotic demon anyways. I don’t feel bad that he went crazy either. If it makes Azrael suffer then I don’t care.
I met a boy named Howl a few days ago back at a party mother dragged me to. He’s nice I guess and when I escape this hell-hole I shall appoint him as my royal wizard. This way I can command him to destroy Azrael and anyone that dares goes against my simple commands and desires. But first, I must escape and mother won’t be letting me do that anytime soon, unfortunately.
Her Royal Highness,
Queen Regina
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 12:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 3:14 pm
❄ ♔ Why Are You In My House? ♔ ❄
“Just for a few days until I get word Cody is ok again? You owe me at least a hundred favors and eight of your lives so give me that much at least,” Shadai asked the expressionless white-haired woman currently blocking the door to her wintery home. The house itself didn’t seem all that bad on the outside, looking no different than the other houses around it. On the inside, however, things became horribly different and plainly obvious magic was at work. Where there were once only a couple bedrooms available and a tiny kitchen and living room, there was now close to ten rooms and several basement floors. Everything had been multiplied either in space or in number, displaying the absolute power Ary could command at a moment’s notice.
Or that she had too many objects to do such things for her.
“I do owe you several dozen favors, yes, I admit to that at least. What I don’t understand is why-,”
“Ary, please, later. Can you… Can you call me tonight? Things are difficult to explain,” the Egyptian interrupted, dark eyes glancing down to where Azrael was standing. The boy was irritably staring off into the distance, orange eyes glowing brightly against the snow and sunlight. Despite the fact that it was almost seventy degrees outside, a soft dusting of snow coated the mostly green lawn. This was far less unusual, seeing as the icy woman loved keeping everything as cold and icy as physically possible to chase away the heat of day.
Of course, none of them were surprised in the slightest at the sight. Ary seemed to love showing off her prowess at controlling anything icy or cold related. Not to mention snow in September or even July was far more commonly found around her anyways. “Very well, since I owe you and all. Azrael, have Aenira show you to the guest room. I think I fixed the heating in there… Till I find an object to keep you warm, I ask you stay in your room unless wearing clothes suitable for winter weather,” Arytiss replied coolly, moving out of the doorway so he could enter. “You and I need to talk Shadai. Later, though,” she added, cold crystal-blue eyes watching the little pumpkin demon enter.
He wasn’t the worst one to deal with of the Ashanti kids, thankfully. Although Ary was pretty sure the other one, Cody, was the reason why Azrael was being dropped off at her house for a “few days”. Psh, that boy needed more help than anyone could give him in such a short span of time. More like three years, though she hoped progress would be sent to the poor woman in front of her. The teen looked like he had already worried her sick. Shadai’s clothes were fairly off from her usual attire, taking on a darker color scheme and more frayed appearance. It was a wonder how she had kept things together for so long in the first place.
Azrael sighed as he walked inside. He knew his mom was having a rough time with Cody being at the facility and almost no way to speak with him or the doctor. Already they had gone for almost a week without any sort of update from either of them or ANYONE at the place. Of course, him running away to stay at Aesica’s house probably wasn’t the best idea either… Still, he had needed space and it seemed like a good idea at the time so he just went with it. At least he wouldn’t freeze his tail off there…
“AZRAEL! Ohmygosh I’ve missed you!” Aenira squealed as she practically tackled him to the ground. Well, that would have been the case had she not decided to soar up to the ceiling while giving him a suffocating hug.
“N-Nice t’ see you t-too ‘Nira,” he gasped, struggling to breathe.
“Oh! Sorry! REGGIE! Azrael’s here!” Regina didn’t look up from her book, giving a soft sniff in greeting. With a soft pout, Aenira started petting Azrael’s pretty and insanely soft orange hair. “She’s just grumpy ‘cause Ary yelled at her earlier. Oh! I’ll show you to your room!” And like that, pumpkin demon and suitcase were rocketing through the hallways as if they were a leaf in a tornado.
“Heeeeeere we aaaaaaare~! You ok Azzy?” Azrael grumbled a reply, standing up only to stumble sideways and nearly fall over as the room violently spun. “’M fine, really,” he muttered as he leaned against the wall to steady himself and fix his hair. Being around the wind Halfling often screwed it up due to the feeling of being in a wind tunnel while standing near her.
“Kay! I really did miss you Azrael. I’m sorry ‘bout your brother too. Cody will be alright, you’ll see,” Aenira murmured softly, hugging the boy gently one last time before heading off again. Like the wind, she never stayed in one place for too terribly long. Not to mention her odd knowledge of everything and anything that had been whispered or spoken aloud. Definitely an odd one to be around that was for sure.
Azrael sighed, leaving the chilly hallway and entering his far warmer room. Such a change wasn’t surprising upon realizing how magically adept Ary was. If it was cold, she knew how to manipulate it. As he looked around, he began to wonder if such magic extended also to space. The little house he arrived at couldn’t possibly have fit so many rooms into it this comfortably. Still, the fact that he had to remain cooped up in a rather boring room was almost insane. He’d have to deal with it, unfortunately. Like hell he could argue with Ary or his mom like Cody could.
The demon sighed, wondering what happened to his brother to ultimately lead to such a massive crash. Cody was so cool; he didn’t deserve whatever was wrong with him. God, he was a freaking pumpkin demon KING! Why should s**t like this happen to HIM?! Groaning, Azrael flopped onto the bed. Apparently life sucked and that was the end of it.
((Words = 963))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:01 pm
❄ ♔ Regina's Journal ♔ ❄
Dear Diary,
WHY?! Why must mother even KNOW that... that... THING'S mother?! She's nice, yes, but her sons are terrible! And now with one at some weird facility Azrael now has to live with us! Yes it is temporary but still! Why us? This isn't fair! I should discuss with mother the benefits of kicking that orange-haired idiot out of our home. I'm queen, I should be able to do such a thing!
But no, mother insists on keeping him here till his brother is released from the facility. I find such a statement atrocious, but I cannot argue unfortunately. Mother has made an excellent, if not forceful, point on how she owes Ms. Ashanti several favors upon my questioning as to why. Again, I still believe we should lock him in the attic and not let him out since she also refuses to put him in the dungeon. Yes, we have one upon dear sister's exploring. Aenira is alright for a sister, but she has far too much energy. At least she isn't entirely obnoxious like that orange haired recreant demon even if she does spend far too much time on her looks.
Alas, I hear mother calling me for dinner. Looks like Azrael will have to eat in his room lest he freeze to death in our wintery home. One good thing out of many bad ones I suppose. I hope he catches a cold and dies or something, or maybe even runs away. That would be most excellent. Perhaps I should suggest it to him later in hopes of getting him to leave. Mother might not be too terribly happy, but I know I would be and that's all that matters, yes?
Her Royal Highness,
Queen Regina
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:03 pm
❄ ♔ Capturing Halloween ♔ ❄
Azrael sighed, staring out at the full moon as it slowly slid up into the sky. Hallows Eve wasn't quite the same without Cody there, being strange and yet an awesome brother. For the past week or so, he had hid out at Aesica's house without giving his mother, Shadai, anything to contact him by. He had turned his cellphone off and kept it nice and safe in his bag, hidden away just in case. Yet like all things, his hiding spot had been revealed and instead of being dragged home again he had been told to pack his bags and was sent to Arytiss’ home. The frigid cold house was difficult to ignore at times, especially when he forgot to wear the necklace that helped keep him warm while inside. She was still working on figuring out the spell and as such, it often stopped or made him too warm or too cold. Aenira tried her best as well to help him but in the end it was just easier to escape to the outside realm.
Well, that was how it was now. Cody was insane and locked up at a facility he couldn’t visit, his own mother had abandoned him temporarily at the home of a woman who seemed incapable of any feelings other than anger and irritation, and to top it all off he was alone. His friends were on the other side of town and well out of reach for walking. Plus his new temporary guardian seemed to know exactly what he was doing at all times, able to be there whenever he started doing something she didn’t approve of. One such thing, before she left the house, was him attempting to get up on the roof. That little adventure ended swiftly and he was promptly sent off to Trick Or Treat with Aenira.
Thankfully she managed to make the whole thing tons more fun at the end, even taking him to the Azoulai’s masquerade ball. Now that he thought back to it, Azrael couldn’t really remember it. Whatever, it didn’t matter. Nobody wanted him anyways so why did he even have to exist? Sure he put up a façade of uncaring prideful antics and demeanor, but the fact that he had been abandoned not once but TWICE still remained. Regina seemed to make a point of commenting on it whenever she passed him in the hallways or he did something to upset her.
Azrael let loose a long sigh, leaning back on the tiled rooftop. Maybe he should just tell the Azoulai’s he needed a new home or even just run away for good and live on the streets. People did it all the time anyways and they got along fine.
But where is the fun in that?
Startled, he peered around in the gloom. Nobody was nearby... Oh great, now he was going insane too. Closing his eyes in an attempt to shut out the world he submersed himself in his thoughts once more.
How can you be the demon king you’re supposed to be if everyone takes you for granted?
“Who’s there?” Azrael called out, sitting up to look around once more.
Halloween is your time to shine, Azrael. You think it was made simply for candy-goers and dances?
“No I suppose not...”
Then rise. The night is still young after all. Strike back against those that dare ignore you! Show them who you truly are!
Azrael blinked open his eyes. The voice had a point. Luck could be good or bad and he was a demon KING! That snobby prissy brat had no right to boss him around and do the things she did or say such vile things! Slowly he stood, baring his teeth in rage. How dare they smite him? Well, if they were going to push him then he would push back.
Leaping down to the ground, he snuck around the house and back inside. Nothing stirred within with Ary at her usual bar for the evening for the Hallows Eve specials. That just made his job a whole lot simpler in the end anyways. Silent as the shadows around him, only his glowing orange eyes gave away his position as Azrael maneuvered through the darkness. He’d hit Aenira’s room then go and get Regina last and head out from there. For having just thought of his plan, it seemed pretty solid in theory. First he’d capture Aenira and make it so she couldn’t use her abilities to escape or set off the alarm. Next would be Regina. Oh, he’d hit her with a thousand years of bad luck before figuring out a way to negate her magic as well.
Azrael grabbed a few things as he went, enchanting them a bit with his own magic he didn’t know he had. Darkness seemed to have claimed his mind in the name of mischief and revenge and clouded all rational thoughts. A bottle and some rope were added to his imaginary bag of tricks as he plotted on how to subdue the sisters. With the voice’s mysterious whispers helping him along, it didn’t take long to gather what he needed and make his way to his first victim’s doorway.
Hopefully Aenira wouldn’t notice him sneaking into her room and was asleep. If she wasn’t, he’d have to think fast in order to escape suspicion. Azrael scowled at the thought, slowly easing the door open. As per with every other door in the house it didn’t make a sound as it glided across the floor. A peek inside told him Aenira was indeed asleep and unaware to his intrusion. It was definitely a good thing her magic, as Ary said, was undeveloped. If she had rigged her room as Ary had the house, he may as well have screamed and dive-bombed her bed for how far he’d get.
Snaking around the room, the demon towered over the sleeping girl with narrowed eyes. It was funny how the girl started out in a bottle and would end up living in one until released by whomever decided to let her out. Popping the cork of the glass bottle, a soft hiss awoke Aenira. From the new opening her body was pulled inside to reform in miniature within. “Azrael?! No!!!” she shrieked, realizing far too late what was happening. By the time she had cried out, her lower half had swirled into her new cage. “I swear to you I’ll have my revenge!” she snarled, her final words as the cork sealed the bottle once more.
Azrael barely heard her screams or the soft tink tink of her fists against the glass. Smiling darkly at his new prisoner he placed the bottle gently into his pocket without a second thought. They would all pay eventually.
“One down... One to go,” he muttered, turning and leaving the room as silently as he had entered. Now that he had Aenira under control, sneaking around would be far easier. Regina didn’t seem like the kind to be overly perceptive anyways. Psh, she had her ‘servants’ to be alert for her. She probably wouldn’t know how to dress herself if Aenira hadn’t helped her. Scowling in irritation he maneuvered to the other side of the house. Speaking of Aenira... Azrael glanced into his pocket at his little prize, smirking at the sight that lay before him. She had curled up on the bottom with an almost bored look plastered to her face, as if she had given up on escape for now.
“Good. Couldn’t have you tapping on that glass and giving away my position,” Azrael commented softly to her and focusing his eyes on the upcoming door. Ugh, it even screamed prissy b***h. Signs were posted all over it claiming to be the royal bedchambers of the queen and blah blah blah. He snorted softly at them, not bothering to even read half of them. And why should he? He was far better than her anyways in about a million ways. One of which being the lack of a snobby attitude and the idea that by being so awesome everyone had to be his slave. Just thinking about her made him want to punch her if to do nothing more than see her wallow in misery and pain.
The door slowly creaked open, silvery streams of cold air snaking out to mingle with the much warmer air around Azrael. There, in the middle of what had to be the biggest and most extravagant bed he had ever seen, lay Regina. Or that was what he thought as he snuck over, rope in hand.
“Vile peasant!” Regina snarled, tackling Azrael to the floor before he could take more than a few steps into the icy room. Landing with a sharp thud, he glared back at her. How dare she?! This was HIS plan! She wasn’t supposed to be awake!
“How dare you-!”
“Shut up Regina before I put you in Aenira’s cage as well,” Azrael snarled, cutting her off. The Ice Queen just scowled as she attempted to pin him. Being far stronger from his wrestling matches with Cody, she didn’t have much of a chance. “How dare you be awake and ruin my plan? I was going to get back at all of you while you slept so peacefully and blissfully unaware. You mock me; you taunt me, and see where it’s gotten you? Pinned under my grasp like the weak little b***h you are. You’re caught in my web Regina, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he continued as he managed to pin her hands over her head. Her struggling ceased at his taunts and a flicker of fear passed over her features. Good, she finally understood and was giving in.
Oh how wrong could he be? “Where is Aenira, peasant? You dare touch me with your disgusting purple hands?!”
“Hidden away, back where she originally came from like where you’re going to be soon if you don’t shut up.”
“In your pocket? How utterly clever of you. It took you all day to plan this out, didn’t it?”
“Shut it Reggie. You’re going to pay, as are those bastards who took my brother. We’ll make them all pay and I won’t be cast aside any longer. Tonight is my night and there’s NOTHING you can do to stop me,” Azrael hissed, using his tail to grab the bottle out from his pocket. Regina’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at the captured form within the glass prison, Aenira’s desperate fists pounded on the surface in some last hope of escape. Yet the glass held firm, refusing to budge or crack under her might.
“Yes. She’s captured just like you will soon be. Shh, the more you struggle the longer this will ta-ake?! HEY!” Azrael snarled in anger as the bottle was successfully knocked from his hand and catapulted across the room, shattering against the wall.
“AZRAEL JAMES ASHANTI!” The whole house seemed to quake under Aenira’s rising anger. Slowly the pumpkin demon rose from the floor, choking as if held by his neck.
“Aenira! I order you to cease this instant! He is merely upset and the dark allure of the night has addled his brain. I suggest we tie him to his bed and check on him in the morning before any more damage is caused and mother questions all of us. I would prefer not to be grounded for all eternity,” Regina commanded, acting as if she hadn’t been a victim in the mess or that she had a vendetta against the quickly purpling pumpkin demon. Well, going a darker shade of purple that was quickly taking a turn towards blue.
Aenira glared at the two, finally releasing him from whatever hold she had on him only to roughly grab his ear. “Fine. I will tie him to his bed. Give me that rope.” And like that, he was dragged off to his room and tied to his bedposts. He still had no clue what had been said by the time morning came around, but whatever it was it had allowed him to live another day at least.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:29 pm
❄ ♔ Saving a Friend ♔ ❄
A love unrequited can fester into something more
Something much darker and less caring than before
Someone's been watching from beyond your sight
Someone who lurks in the furthest reaches of the night
What once was affection has morphed into obsession
An ache and desire for total possession
But I hold faith that you can hold your own
And that they will find their way to atone.Quote: Someone's gained herself a stalker. A creepy, obsessed, I'm-going-to-capture-you-and-tie-you-up-in-my-basement kind of stalker. And said-stalker has decided to make his move during the Halloween season, when the other creeps and spooks take to the night. Where in Gaia did she pick up such a creepy follower and how does she handle the situation?
Right, left, left, right, sweep the feet and upper cut to the jaw, a flawless execution and incredibly effective. Ary stepped back, panting as she eyed the guy who was knocked out on the wooden bar room floor. Not a tough fight at all, seeing as the man was too drunk to fight back, but certainly one that was necessary in her opinion. “Hey, I’m afraid-“
“I know, I know, I’m out. But for records sake, he grabbed my a** and started this thing.”
“I know, I know. It’s always their fault they end up unconscious. See ya at the usual time next week?”
“Of course. You know me so well,” Ary replied coolly to the bartender who simply smiled and nodded, not bothering to watch as she walked out the heavy door of the old fashioned tavern. Being friends with him, who happened to also be the owner of the place so untouched by time, definitely had its benefits. Still, he had to abide by the rules that were set forth which strictly stated no fighting under any circumstances. Then again, she was his biggest customer after showing up at least once a week on Friday nights. Never once was she charged with being drunk, and her sentence for fighting was always the minimum. The usual bar goers knew her rep and generally stayed away if they had a snarky comment or two but those new ones... They learned quickly enough.
Sure, she could go to just about any bar she pleased after being kicked out once, but that wasn’t her style. She never went to get drunk, but more to talk with the man behind the counter. Yes, the rough-living, no love nonsense woman actually found someone to flirt with on the weekends. All in good fun, especially after learning-Ary swirled around, already moving into a fighting stance as her eyes flicked about in the darkness. Searching and seeing nothing, her back once again turned to the bar and continued along the sidewalk. “Coulda sworn I heard someone...” she muttered, running a hand through her snow-colored hair.
Late night walks always left her far too jumpy, especially when leaving Zee’s bar. It was curious how they knew each other and both appeared in the same town on the same dimension after so long of no communication. Then it occurred again, those soft footfalls behind her as if the owner was attempting to be sneaky. Once again, she turned around and saw absolutely nothing behind her that showed anyone HAD been there moments ago. “Look, pal, I know you-!!!!” Ary gasped as a black cloth was shoved into her face, hands pinned far too quickly for her liking. Flight or fight instincts kicking in, a heeled boot slammed into her attacker’s foot and darted away. “I hate to do... do... “ a soft sigh escaped her lips as the drug kicked in, dropping to the ground as shouting was heard in the distance.
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“Mother?! Mother are you ok? Mother?!”
“Shh, she’s sleeping. Just had a rough night is all.”
“But... Her hair-“
“I know. Go back to bed, Regina.”
“No! You can’t-“
“Now.” That firm voice... Vaguely, in her clouded mind that voice hit a few too many bells of familiarity. Groaning at the headache that suddenly followed, her eyes slowly slid open to banish the darkness that had previously been over them.
“Welcome back, sleeping beauty. I never thought I’d be the one saving your a**,” came that voice again. Another groan was his only reply, hands attempting to block out the light from the nearby lamp. “Wha..? Oh... Hey you,” Ary muttered, slowly sitting up to get a better view of the speaker. There before her stood the bartender, Zee, still in his work clothes and clearly exhausted by something. Strong, muscular arms held out a trashcan to her, lightly tanned skin visible even in the dim lighting. “Figure you’d need this after what you’ve been through. I figured the hospital was overkill, but the guys in blue still need a statement from you.”
How did he know she was seconds from throwing up? Grabbing the wastebasket just in time, sapphire eyes widened at the sight she was greeted with. Blood. “Yeah. You ok? You might not-“
“What happened?”
“Well...” the man sighed and sat down on the couch, running his fingers through thick black hair before fixating dark eyes on her. “There was a new guy at the bar. Remember how you kept yelling at him to stop staring at you? Well... He left just after you and, thinking something was up, watched you two from the window. He kidnapped you, Ary. After you collapsed he threw you into his trunk and took off, hence the worse-than-normal headache. Then... I don’t know what happened, but when I found you he certainly did a number to you. Heh, pretty frustrated by then too, which made me beating him into a pulp that much easier,” he continued, looking a little embarrassed. “Told the cops the blood on you was his and that I found you before he could do anything. He’s fine, don’t worry. I left enough of him for you to strangle later.”
Ary stared, grimacing at the nausea that followed a moment later and what happened to come up again. “I... I don’t know what to say, Zee. I suppose thank you wouldn’t-“
“How about dinner? Sunday night work for you? I can pick you up at six after I switch shifts,” the man called Zee asked, laughing at the look that crossed her face. “Ary, did you honestly think I went after him simply because we were friends? You may think all our little banter and arguing those nights you came to the bar were simply for conversation, but...” he stopped at the frown she gave him, his little macho look fading rapidly.
“Zee...”
“Don’t give me crap about that. I know, I was there once.”
“I’m-“
“Ary, I’m not taking no for an answer. I know you’re-“
“Shut up.”
“No, you should ******** shut up and let me-“
“No, you shut up and get me some water. I’m going to be sick again.” With a sigh, the man stood and left the room, leaving Ary sitting there in the dim light of her living room. How did he know? She didn’t tell a whole lot of people about... No, she couldn’t think about it. A paler than usual hand twirled a strand of black hair. Maybe she should-no, people would question her as to why the sudden change. Summers would be easier to endure, but someone would ask questions and things would get out of hand even more. It was strange she wasn’t feeling anything about the whole kidnapping ordeal as well. Usual emotions had fled, leaving her a blank husk to heal and recover and unable to act upon the cruelty she suffered and was nearly killed during had she been truly normal. Not to mention fully understand what Zee was asking and saying to her.
“Here. And Ary? Please consider my offer. I know you’re still frazzled and all, since those drugs he used were powerful enough to smell down the street, but once you recover...” he trailed off with a sigh and turned towards the door.
“Hey, Zee?”
“Yeah?” Zee paused by the door, one hand on the doorknob and gazing at her with those alluring dark eyes as he waited for whatever she was going to say.
“Could... I don’t feel so..,” she trailed off, unable to figure out what she was going to ask. Was she really that messed up? And why was he shouting? What WAS he shouting? Why was everything so quiet and dark anyhow? She didn’t even realize she had collapsed and fallen off the couch until darkness had fully swept in and removed all thoughts, stealing her away into a deep, dreamless sleep.
“Ary are you ok? Ary? Ary! God damn it! Ugh, I knew this would happen.” Grunting at her weight, Zee slowly and carefully picked her up, wincing at the cold that emanated from her skin as he carried her up the stairs to her room. “Damn you for being ice and I of fire. You’re such a pain to be around,” he muttered grumpily. Still, he was rather used to it and honestly didn’t mind. If he wasn’t, sticking around while she recovered was going to be a lot more difficult.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:30 pm
❄ ♔ New Discoveries ♔ ❄
"Queen of snow and icy disposition
Put into a comical juxtaposition
A meeting of frost and flame
A conversation far from tame
May either open the doors to a new comrade
Or may end in a situation oh-so very bad
Tread lightly with the utmost care
And try to be polite. Or not, if you dare."Quote: Regina has met someone of nobilty with powers over heat and flame and a volatile personality. And guess who doesn't have the upper hand for once. How does she handle the fact that she isn't in charge for once? Does she make a new friend, or are the two destined to clash? What happens and is there any collateral damage?
Ary groaned at the headache that currently plagued her head, pounding away ceaselessly at her skull with the strength of a battering ram. Soft voices and a loud clunks and chinks emanated from somewhere within the house. What the hell were those sounds? And why did she smell bacon and sausage? Nobody, not even Aenira, was allowed to use the stove yet... And why were her clothes covered in her own blood? A thousand more questions tore through her mind as she stood up and looked herself over in the mirror. She was an absolute mess even by her terrible standards, even back in her glory days, which was certainly saying something. Her clothes were torn, bloody, dirty, and almost unrecognizable. Then there was the issue concerning her hair, which was tangled horribly from the same mixture of odd liquids and dirt. Not to mention her hair had shifted from pure white to black and her eyes had darkened to a sapphire color.
Quickly changing so as to not alert whomever was in her kitchen by her strange appearance, including making her hair and eyes their CORRECT color again for her disguise, she stormed down the stairs and into the warmly heated room. "Who in the seven hells are you and-Oh, it's you."
"Is that any way to greet me? I freaking saved your a** last night. I was expecting a thank you or something other than recognizing me as a person," Zee teased, turning to look at her from over his shoulder. "Oh, and I fixed your stove. Hungry?"
"Mother, I demand to know why this peasant-"
"Look kid, I told you this earlier but I ain't no peasant. I'm the king of a ******** fire nation so your bees have no damned effect on me. Hell, ask your mother if you don't believe me. She's freaking royal too. ... Oh, sorry, was I not supposed to say that?" Zee asked with a huff, noticing the absolutely furious look Ary was giving him. No, it wasn’t just furious, it had descended beyond anger. The look she was giving him spelled out a death sentence in pure anger and irritation. Glaring more than just simple daggers at him whilst pondering the most effective way to get back at him, she didn't even seem to notice the stunned looks Azrael and Regina were giving her.
"a*****e."
"Don't you mean your face?"
"No, I mean yours. Your hair is on fire too, smart a**," Ary growled, voice deadly sounding. Her glare quickly shifted to an amused smirk at the panic that enveloped the fiery man’s face. As he went to put his hair out, she slumped tiredly into a chair as far away as possible from the kids. Being angry was seriously tiring work.
"Mother? Is he telling the truth?" Regina asked cautiously, glancing at Aenira as she nodded.
"Duh. I'm pretty sure he's telling the truth as well. I do not know why specifically though," Aenira replied quietly, focusing on her food as Ary and Zee turned their stunned gazes to her.
"How-?"
"Zee, shut up. Nira, we're talking later. Regina, eat your food and yes, he's king of a fire nation and no he won't light things on fire for you Azrael. No, Zee, you can't light things on fire either. My house, my goddamn rules," Ary snapped, glaring at each person as she looked around the table as she addressed them.
"Fine. So, have you thought over what I asked you yesterday?" Zee asked, wiping the smirk off his face as he handed the white-haired woman a plate covered in food. Ary glared at him. "Asked me what? Frankly I have no idea how or why you're even here. I usually LOCK my doors at night," she replied coolly, watching the man with an icy look who returned it with one of confusion, as well as odd looks from everyone else.
"You... you don't remember what happened? The police were swarming your yard and you were covered in blood," Azrael replied slowly, glancing at Regina.
"Hmpf. Mother, are you going senile? You were awake for half of it and screaming for them to get off our lawn..." Regina commented quietly with a huff.
Ary stared back, confusion hid under a layer of frosty irritation. "Huh... Zee, living room. Now." The man only rolled his eyes at the tone, slowly rising and slipping into the designated room without another word or look. "You three, stay here. Whatever happened, I was probably drunk somehow and the blood or police shouldn't surprise you. Finish your breakfast and Reggie, you're to obey Zee. If I find any of you gave him a hard time... I'll think of something then," Ary ordered, not bothering to wait for a response as she followed Zee into the living room and out of hearing range for Reggie and Azrael. Aenira... She was iffy at times, mostly due to her magic. How much she knew and had yet to reveal was a complete mystery but already her powers were beginning to return. Ugh, that meant she’d have to go through her house and put up spells around rooms where she wanted what she did to be completely unknown to everyone.
"Ok Zee, what the ******** hell is going on? How did you get here? WHY are you here? And furthermore, why did you-"
"Ary, shut up for a minute and LISTEN to me." Zee snapped, silencing the fuming woman almost instantly.
"Alright then. So last night you visited me at the bar, as per the usual. Got into a fight, left, whatever. Then some maniac kidnapped you and drugged you up pretty good. You were still pretty out when I found you, though still semi-conscious. Speaking of which, I knew something was up and had tracked you down and Ary... I thought he really had killed you. You were really pale and your halfway self... I still can't believe how much blood there was. I've never seen... Never mind. Short story, I knocked him around for a bit, the police showed up and I hauled your a** back here. You're supposed to call the police as soon as possible, by the way. They need a report from you though I doubt they’ll get much of one at this rate. Anyways, last night you did seem to return to consciousness only to start screaming at the police and paramedics and fainting a little later when I got you inside. They were very understanding for some reason, though knowing you that’s not much of a surprise. Afterwards, you woke up again and I asked you to dinner before you started throwing up blood and fainting again," Zee explained, leaning casually against the wall as he spoke.
Ary stared for a long moment, no readable expression on her face. Zee returned the look but with a hint of impatience. After what felt like hours the white-haired woman shook her head. "You really expect me to believe this bullshit? That... Wait... Ok, so you say I was kidnapped and covered in MY blood this morning when I woke up and that you're only here because you actually care about me?" Ary asked, irritably pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers.
"The general gist, yeah. But don't get that way about the whole woe is me act. I could quite frankly care less. I know both sides of you and personally, the badass I don't give a s**t attitude is hot. Now am I picking you up for dinner Saturday or not?" Zee replied, rolling his eyes. Ary simply smirked and lightly punched him.
"Whatever tough guy. If you want to date the bull, you better learn how to wrangle it first. If you can get me out of the house for your little date then I'll go. BUT, you have to get my "kids" approval."
Zee just raised an eyebrow and laughed, his low booming laugh echoing through the house. “Really now? Very well, challenge accepted oh mighty queen of the ice,” he laughed, removing himself from her wall. “So with that out of the way, I suggest you get your a** out there and eat some food before getting a nice long shower in. You look like a train wreck and probably feel like one too,” he teased, moving back into the kitchen and plopping down in a chair opposite of the one Ary had chosen earlier.
Ary, entering a moment later, sat down a little more elegantly into her chair. Such elegancy ended upon realizing what exactly the man had set before her and how hungry she was. As she wolfed her food down, she wasn’t entirely aware or paying attention to the conversation going on around her.
“So we are supposed to listen to you King...?” Regina asked, eyes narrowing at Zee, crinkling her nose at his horrible appearance. He looked like he ran a bar, not a kingdom.
“Just call me Zee. It’s short for a name you won’t be able to pronounce correctly no matter how many times I say it. And yes, at least till Ary here kicks me out or says otherwise,” Zee replied, leaning back in his chair.
“I doubt you’re the king of such a nation. You look more fitting as a hobo.”
“Ha. That’s because I’m in hiding. If I walked around decked out in my usual attire, things would be very... different.” At that Ary snorted into her food, trying her hardest not to laugh and choke at the same time.
“Really? Show me you can actually perform fire magic then,” Regina challenged, crossing her arms. Without a word, the man simply snapped his fingers to create a small flame coming from his finger. It quickly grew to encompass his entire hand in red flames. Twirling his finger the flames detached themselves from his skin and leapt into the air to form a beautiful snowflake, not a burn in sight upon his tanned skin. With another snap the flames vanished leaving no trace behind.
“Very well, King Zee, you do appear to have some talent in controlling fire,” she sniffed, returning to her food. Azrael, on the other hand, was far more impressed. “Woah. Think you could teach me how to do that?”
“Sure kid, wha-“
“You will not teach him fire magic,” Ary snapped, glaring at them before returning to her food. Zee just laughed, knowing full well getting her to go on a date would be simpler than he originally anticipated. So long as she didn’t try and lock him up somewhere, anyways.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:32 pm
❄ ♔ You've Got One Too Now! ♔ ❄ “Aenira, I absolutely refuse to even consider participating in this... experiment of yours,” Regina huffed, having taken one look at the book she was presented and turning her nose up at it. Azrael, ever present whenever mischief was to be had, was sprawled across the nearby bed while Aenira stood just in front of a book stand. Resting upon the twisted black metal was a massive tome open to what seemed like a random page. Text of an unknown language seemed to drip down the page to form a picture of sorts. The eldest female seemed excited about her find and yet upset at Regina’s refusal to participate, a dangerous duo to one who could control the weather based on emotions alone. “Please?” Aenira asked, pleading softly with the stubborn ice queen. “Azrael already tried earlier and won’t do it again because he doesn’t need a new shadow,” she continued with a pout. Her words held some truth as Regina cast her eyes to the bed the pumpkin demon currently resided on. A mermaid-shaped shadow, Calypso, seemed to be having enough fun messing around with Azrael’s orange hair while the other, also a girl but more resembling a candy-corn demoness, seemed intent on mimicking his every movement. Occasionally she strayed from whatever she did to scold or converse with Calypso but otherwise remained true to being the boy’s shadow literally. Then again, having three eyes and legs did make things pretty complicated, but the shadow girl, now dubbed Persephone, did a pretty good job considering. “Caly?” Calypso interjected, also pouting as cutely as possible. Whether it was the shadow’s cute expression, Aenira’s relentless pleading, or the idea of possibly getting a shadow herself that pushed her over the edge, the ice finally caved to the demands of the older girl. “ Fine, I will agree to participate in this spell of yours if it will silence all of you and allow me to go back to my previous duties as Queen,” Regina replied as she rolled her eyes. In truth, she just really hoped the spell would go right so Aenira would stop messing with the book or fail and get a better shadow than Azrael’s two. It may be prideful thinking to consider such things, yes, but it would certainly shut him up for a while. Especially if the shadow decided to be more protective of her and refused to let him close to her like Calypso was. “Yay! Thank you Regina! Now, I want you repeat after me exactly as I say it,” Aenira instructed with the most excited look on her face as she reread the passage once more. “Venite mihi magicus sanos. Tribuo Aenira vox of carmen in cælo sursum. Ligatis una carmina aliorum aequare. Da canticum aves et vento et terrae. Sino ut ante alios carmen surgere. Da hoc adducet carmina ita et Odium Etiam, amorem belli, tristitia et gaudium. Per liberi of divum ut meus testis, punit eos qui resistunt sic narro haud magis. In cælo sursum, ego precor vos.” By the end of the poetic song-like spell, the room was buzzing violently with magic from the combined force of the two girls’ voices. They almost sounded as one during the chant with each word commanding such power and precision that Azrael had to admit to being impressed. As the last syllable was spoken and silence filled the room, a hiss came and shattered it. Haunting songs of unknown meanings danced about them, continuing into the dark as the lights flickered off. Screeches from Persephone and Calypso overrode the mesmerizing voices at the sudden blackness of the room, each clinging tightly to their guardian’s face in fear. Immediately, as if the ghostly sounds were upset at being interrupted, the lights flickered back on. There, in the center of the room on top of the book stand stood yet another shadow smiling wickedly at them all. “Voltaaaaaria~” she sang, followed by a graceful curtsey. Triangle-shaped orange eyes closed briefly as she dipped her head, yet the appearance of a Jack-O-Lantern like face was difficult to not notice. It did make sense that she’d appear as such, being within still a couple weeks of Halloween. Her voice fit the theme, being just as chilling and haunting as the music that was playing before. It was almost exactly the same, now that Regina had a moment to think about it, and she vaguely wondered if it was the little shadow who had been singing previously. “Well... It worked...” Azrael muttered as he just managed to see Regina’s excited grin. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought it was Christmas for her months earlier than it should have been. Of course, as he spoke it transformed into a scowl that was fired in his direction. Figures Miss Prissy-Pants would take any comment HE said as some sort of comment about her. “But... It was supposed to be for MY singing!” Aenira whined, stomping her foot for emphasis. “Oh well... Maybe I miss-translated something again...” With a sigh, she moved to go look at the book again and froze. “Aenira, you sing fine. Regina, give me that book and Azrael, give me the key you filched. I want none of you to practice ANY more magic unless I’m around to supervise, got it?” In a flash, the room’s occupants looked up with varying expressions ranging from fear to anger to ashamed. The woman that now stood in the doorway glared at each of them more in irritation than anger. Wordlessly the objects were handed over to Ary for fear of being eaten or frozen solid for several hours. “Now, you are to get into the kitchen and stay there till dinner. Do NOT go downstairs to the basement either. That spell you just did, Aenira, misfired and created your new friend here and released a banshee I had imprisoned on that page and is now tearing through my things in retribution.” She'd definitely have to lock her books up better next time, lest the rest of the year be filled with banishing whatever they happened to accidentally summon. Ary watched the six quickly leave the room and maneuver to the kitchen silently. Ugh, banshees. They were the absolute worse to get rid of without them being pissed off at their captor. ~~~ Singing some ghostly song, Voltaria slowly danced and twirled around the kitchen with her eyes gently closed. Despite her swaying and twirling to the beat, the shadow remained close to Regina’s side and refused to stray too far from it. “So... Voltaria, Persephone, and Calypso. It’s getting pretty full in here with all these new additions,” Aenira randomly commented before giggling at Azrael’s predicament. He still had yet to successfully remove Calypso from his face or, as he had with Persephone, move her to some place other than his head. Of course, to make matters worse for the demon, the two whined constantly no matter what he said or did to try and calm them. “Oh shut up. This is your fault anyhow.” “Whatever you say, Azrael. Whatever you say. Come on, let’s order out pizza while we’re waiting.” ((Words = 1,192))
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