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 Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 12:58 pm
Persephone also ate in a hurry, she was hungry and well, tired. Truth had sent her out very late at night, and sleep was finally getting the best of her. She emptyed her bowl and left it on the table, waving to Sam as she left. "You're right. Eve is a good cook." She said with a smile looking up to the Tin Maid and bowed her head. She looked up at the insult toaster and blinked, her wide eyes looking at him and his screen. "I can only imgine, how normal they are compaired to you guys. But a hot meal in your stomach and roof over your head every night is a great change of pace." She stood up watching the Toaster leave "Later Toaster." She said leaving the kitchen going down to the wing in her room. Small wings had appeared on her upper back, that fluttered a bit as she walked, leaving the area with a freash scent.
Elsewhere, Hakai had followed Tomoro into the main hall where quiet the scene was taking place. Her eyes widdened and flashed yellow like a cat. Without even really thinking about what she was doing she too a step forward putting a hand on her hip, her head tilting to one side, her long lashing blinking over her eyes. "Oi! Is this what Truth does to people who sneek in his place? Seems like a bit much if ya ask me ya know?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 3:17 pm
Tomoro merely raised an eyebrow as this scene took place, holding her breath quietly, keeping her presence low... how strange it was. The mechanical figure, taking up a human woman and ripping her arm off... it was none of her business. Brushing the fluffy silver bangs out of her hair, Tomoro cocked her head to the side when she realized that this woman, either in danger, or sacrifice, was none other than someone she had hated, someone who made her life a living hell for quite some time... she had lowered her confidence and made her feel like a piece of dirt. How ironic that she was now the one in danger. Of course, being as cold as she was, Tomoro paid no attention to the horrible scene which was to occur, and even brought her delicate hand up to her mouth, yawning lightly. "Honestly.... if you wish to break someone's arm off, you're doing it all wrong." she said with a wiff of her hand. "I would know, my father tried doing the same thing to me. The way you're trying to rip this woman's shoulder socket out of her body is quite sloppy, actually."
Her head tilted high, her eyes dull and uncaring, Tomoro could be likened to that of a fallen angel, one without emotions... without a soul. Sure, she had feelings for this poor woman, but it was her choice to sneak into the mansion, just as it was theirs. If Tomo was to be punished as well, she would be. Que sera sera. "Meanwhile... would you mind not doing this in such a public place? It's rather tacky, wouldn't you say? If I were you, I'd go into one of the rooms upstairs," she claimed, a small smirk forming upon her lips as she pointed toward the rooms above her, her finger following the rail of the staircase. For someone like her to challenge such strong looking people, beings that very well may not be human was something new, even for her. Perhaps it was time to lose that delicate exterior she always held out with open arms, and embrace her true, fearless self. She didn't fear these people; on the contrary, she found it quite interesting they would take such extremity to punish intruders. If that was the case, something else... something much worse that she thought lay deep in this mansion. Something that Truth wouldn't want anyone to see.
Closing her mouth, Tomoro silently moved her fingers to her right wrist, as she felt a small tingle... pulling her sleeve up very slowly, her barcode didn't appear any different... same design, same numbers. But why of all places would it burn here? It wasn't something that usually happened. Perhaps just the air of the place was discomforting... closing her eyes for a moment and brushing her hair out of her scarred eye, Tomoro took a final look at the scene in front of her, and then turned to Hakai. "If you wish... to save this woman... do so. She has done nothing for me, and I do not care if she dies or not. Now then!" She said, a small smile curling upon her lips, "I think I'll go down this hallway!" With that, she pointed toward the right, at a pair of double doors. "This looks interesting..." And without a second thought, leaving Hakai, Seiya, and everyone else behind, Tomoro kept her hand ready on her gun, and pushed the doors open, silently beginning to strut down the next long corridor.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:52 pm
Darius was now in a tight spot. He had to rescuse the girl but now the other girl had nearly blown his cover. Now he had to rescue this girl but to that he had to make the metal figure loosen his grip. He took a quick surviellence of the area trying to find the way to get the god's attention.
He then spotted his chance. There was a chandelier placed well above the metal figure's head. He had to make it drop somehow...using that power of his. He slowly but surely used his telekinisis to get the pin out of it's socket on the cealing. When it did it would fall and it would make the living statue release the girl to defend itself. Then he would ready his hand to bring the girl towards him using that very same telekinisis.
Darius hed his breath as the countdown began. 5...4...3...2...1...
He then released the pin...
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:46 am
The chandelier provided the perfect distraction and in a flash she'd simply vanished and reappeared in front of the door, although she was now missing a braacelet. "Ow, remind me not to do that again." She breathed and pulled open the door, moving with all haste, as "running" could be termed an insult; into the courtyard. She paused and took a deep breath.
Looking quickly over her shoulder she thought of the person who had interrupted her fate, of course, being a telepath she knew very well he was there. But him being caught was his own problem.
...
Okay, that was a just a tad bit harsh but she was very capable of looking after herself. What the hell was wrong with those people. She was a bit of a brat but she'd never done anything to deserve such harsh treatment.
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She glanced over her shoulder again.
Had they persued her?
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 4:24 pm
The chandelier...did not fall, in fact, even though the pin was removed. No sooner had it been removed, too, was it forced back into place. But it did cause the large Gode to briefly divert its attention, and thereby not notice the woman slip away. No sooner, though, had this begun did the doors leading into the hall which lead into the dining area opened. "What_in_the_hell_is_go..." he began as a shout filled the entire room, along with the stomping of feet from upstairs. "What in the bloody hell is going on?!" a young woman stormed down from the center hall and leaned over the railing, looking terribly irate. "I am trying to WORK here and you blathering, shouting, noise making imbeciles are distracting me from my quiet! Why this is a complete outrage and if you keep this up I WILL HAVE YOUR HEADS!!! Do you hear..." this would be the thing that most distracts them though, as Joeshren, Richard, and the Gode are now all looking up toward her, where as Niro is simply standing there, underneath her as various four and three letter words appear on his screen. At the same time, the woman who they were about to tear the arm off was now making a break for the door.
What a terrible coincidence that as the door was opening, she would be running straight...into the one man she would definitely not want to come across. "That...is enough..." it was Truth...his gloved hand outstretched toward her. Seiya would be swept off her feet immediately by a sudden force. The doors, which slowly began to close after she went through, slammed open in a rush of the very same force. A sudden chill, a terribly feeling that would probably shiver the spines of most who were in the house now would be felt. The woman who came to shout at the others below gasped, her hands coming off of the railing. Seiya would be slowly moved back, through the air, into the mansion with her arms and legs being spread outward. At the same time, she would be given the feeling of her mind, not her head, but her mind being put under a vice grip. There would be no 'vanishing' this time, not when in the hold of...this particular creature. His ethereal blue eyes, normally so warm and gentle, were like daggers that glared at the girl. He, Truth, did not even glance at Darius, instead, he would only feel his own feet being tripped up behind him, not unlike slipping on the floor. And from that, he would feel both of his wings being forced, bent in three different places, almost to the point of being broken. Every single person in the room that was Trio, the woman at the balcony, the three who threatened to take Seiya's arm off, and Niro at the door, froze in place.
They stared, unmoving as the man had entered. They did not even seem to avert their eyes to the shifting tones of the paintings, or the shivering of the vases and trinkets, or even the slight movement that the walls seem to make at the very presence of this particular man's anger. "Justice...return to your room." he said, still glaring toward Seiya. "Eh...oh...yes, but of course, yes Master, as you so command. Yes, at once..." she nodded quickly, turning from him, almost shaking as she moved down into the center hallway again. "Joeshren, Richard, Gode, leave...the ballroom is quite vacant, why not...and would be more preferable to me then you being here..." he said, still not even looking toward them. "Oh well of course! Right away, sir!" he gave a salute with his index and middle finger. "As the Master insists, a grand idea for our noble group of three, onward!" Richard bowed, before walking toward the pair of doors on the right, followed by Gode...just happening to go in the same direction as Tomoro, in fact. And, as they left, Niro was...slowly...pushing the doors behind him open to... "Niro..." ...he stops. "Aw__crap___" he turns slowly toward Truth, walking in toward the center of the living room. "What_is_it_that_my_Master_so_de_sir_ers?" he asks in his...computer esque manner.
"Take the young lady...to meet with her friend. Show them around my home, I believe our...invited guests...would enjoy it. Do so while I explain to these...two individuals...the error in their way." Niro complied with a nod. "Yeah___sure____that_sounds_good_to_me. Right___okay_lets_get_going_shall_we?" he says as he walks toward Hakai, grabbing her by the arm at her bicep and pulling her, albeit rather forcibly, toward the door at the right where Tomoro went off too. "Look__don't_look_back_if_you_value__your_soul." was about the only thing Niro had left to say as he dragged Hakai away toward the door, and probably could do it whether or not she resisted, considering the strength he possessed. "Now..." Truth lowered his arm to his side. At the same moment, the vice like grip on Seiya's mind would end, and the pulling and twisting of Darius' wings would as well. Though...she would still be above the ground and immobile...where as he would find that his legs oddly would not work. "I might you wish...to explain yourselves...?" he asked them, eyes narrowing.
"Mmhmm, yes! We're having fun is what we're doing! Oh oh! You want food too? Oh..." meanwhile...hope was entertaining his own...uninvited guest. "Sorry Feli, Eve already left, she's getting us some food. But I can ask her to get some more when she comes back up! Oh oh! Pictures! Show them to Joy!" he wrapped hi s arms around Joy's left arm and cuddled up to her. "Oh! We should ALL play together! But...what should we pl..." he stopped...then gasped suddenly and jumped! Hope stopped for several moments and just...went silent, hand over his mouth. But then...after some time he looked to Joy...and then to Feli, his eyes showing worry. "Oh my...Master is...Master is angered..." ...indeed he was. But that was not the only sign to show it, for all throughout the house, various things had occurred. Areas of the walls were growing blackened surges of flesh, hallways were warping, and the very mansion itself gave off a feeling of dread...of malice to it. Though, most profound of the changes...though seemingly not much of a change...was that of the angelic statue outside. For now, blackened tears were streaming from its eyes...
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 5:15 pm
Meanwhile, Tomoro had held her breath as she took hesitant steps toward whatever lay at the end of the hall. It was not a good feeling whatsoever. She stopped suddenly as she heard a sound come from behind her, and her back stood rigid for a moment as her ears gathered in the sounds. It appeared... that right after she had left, something big had happened. Perhaps the girl had tried to escape...? Shaking her head, Tomoro let out a small huff of breath. Hopeless. There was no point in trying to get out of this house at this point, the only thing left to do was to explore it... she had read plenty of books on this matter. Perhaps she could find a ransom, or a hostage that would make sure her freedom was granted. Yes, that was the only option. It was then that she heard louder voices, one chilled with ice, set at a monotone voice, as if he were a robot... Suddenly, Tomoro let out a small gasp as a chill ran through her, and for a second she couldn't even feel her very bones. After that passed momentarily, she slipped her slender fingers under her eyepatch and let out a small yelp, quickly retracting her fingers. Blood... so much blood. It was as if her eye were gouged from the back of her head, and it hurt. Badly. She needed to see herself... somehow, something was happening. Maybe it just bled from the aura of the place... besides, the evil in her eye had already been released... could something, someone have put it back in? What was she supposed to do?
Gritting her teeth together, Tomoro clenched her dress tightly, knuckles whitening. Meanwhile, the blood from her eye had soaked into her eyepatch, and it had begun dripping slowly down her face, drops of red among white. Taking a deep breath, Tomoro treaded on through the hallway, this time at a slower pace. However, something strange caught her eye... was it the fact that her vision was slipping... or were these tables in front of her really slanted? Tomoro took a hesitant step toward this curious optical illusion. No... the tables weren't slanted. The vases were... and inside of them, three white roses stood upright, proudly. Upon closer examination she found that these seemingly harmless roses had many thorns along their stems... how... unusual? Most people clipped the thorns before setting them out in public. Looking at her fingertips, Tomoro then placed her hand inches away from the petals, her palm steadily growing a pale green, then darker... and it stopped. A look of horror formed upon her face, and she quickly brought her hand within view, searching for any sign of green. Nothing. These... weren't roses. But if they weren't, why did they give off such an earthly presence? Tomoro shook her head in wonder, almost trying not to think of what had just happened... it was too disturbing.
As she traveled through the hallway, looking at everything there was to see, she stopped when voices were heard at the end of the hall. People...? The people from before? It wasn't a good sign. Perhaps they knew where she was going... hell, how could they know where she was headed when even SHE didn't know? Looking behind her back, her hair swaying like the leaves on a weeping willow tree, Tomoro stopped as she observed the halls behind her. Black... pure black, glistening with some sort of liquid... and it seemed to beat as well. What... what was going on? This was unlike anything she had ever seen... something not even her father had showed her through the pictures he collected in his research. And to be here right now... under such an evil presence... something looming so horribly... it was incredible. Gripping her head, Tomoro collapsed onto her knees, gasping for breath. Why...? Why am I so sensitive to this evil...? Somehow she managed to rest her weight on one knee, and she looked around her... it was... twisting. Shifting, as if she were ending a dream and were about to wake up. Such a living hell.... digging her fingers into her flesh, scratching as hard as she could, Tomoro stood up dizzily and turned looked toward the end of the hall, the one heading into the ballroom. Just a bit farther... staggering and making her way toward the door, Tomoro looked to the right for just a moment...
A small section of the wall was broken off, about fifty five inches, and underneath that something seemed to beat gently, pulsing and throbbing. Stepping hesitantly closer, Tomoro let out a gasp when she realized that this.. this THING was under all of the walls of the mansion, and... she couldn't come up with words for it. The bloody heap, stitched together loosely, held many objects that she didn't really want to know at the time... and bugs. Lots of bugs. They crawled over the organs, some of them burrowing into the bloody mess, and others just skimming the surface before disappearing under the rest of the wall. Eyebrows furrowed, Tomoro desperately struggled to put the pieces of the puzzle together. A house... fully coated in a white exterior. A looming presence, the scent of roses and blood... and now this... this... monster underneath the neatly painted and furnished walls. What kind of place was this?
Fortunately, Tomoro had reached the end of the doorway after gaping at such a terrifying sight, and she looked at it once more before turning back, the hallway now completely disfigured in her eyeview. Whether it was an optical illusion or not, it looked real... and there was no way in hell that she would go back that way. There had to be another way out of this palace. However... now wasn't the time to worry about her way out of here. She needed to focus on the present, and what was wrong with her eye... and what... what lay beyond the doorway in front of her? There were many ot her doorways across the halls, but she dared not to touch the handles... the last one was what she cared about. Closing her eyes and taking one last breath, Tomoro gently grasped the doorknob and quickly thrust the door open, prepared to end her life if something attacked her, or ready to examine the surroundings if nothing appeared.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 6:44 pm
With eyes wide thinking that the chandelier, Hakai tried to cover her head, at best. In the blink of an eye her arms had changed into what seemed like, rock was it? They looked large hard and almost impentrable with markings covering them. When things had, calmed down for the most part she looked up, the change slowly going back to normal, she had wished she had followed Tomoro. She heard Truth's voice and blinked a few times wondering if these people had seen her strange happening, plus that new unseen voice, she couldn't see who it was due to her arms covering her arms "Nice timing Tr..." Before she could even finish her sentance she froze, it was if her blood ran cold not a muscle in her body would respond. She wanted to move away, get to Tomoro she was her self proclamed guide of the girl no?
Even before she could recover she felt the robot thing yank on her arm pulling her away from the ghastly scene she could only imagine would happen. "You're hurting me." she mummbled to him as he pulled her towards her partner. She was rather thankful for talking to Truth, being kind and respective to him and even her whispering to excuse the intrusion made her feel alot better. "Trust me I won't look. I have no desire to lose it." She did think how would it feel to lose a few of the souls that were inside of her, but she wouldn't gamble the chance of her very own soul, the only one keeping the others under some sort of control. This just keeps getting stranger by the second.
She saw Tomoro staring at the table, as the steps between them started to become closer, her eyes widdened and she gritted her teeth, nearly growling with fangs starting to protrude, her eyes had changed again, a bright violet. Glad that the walking laptop had her at her bicep she covered her mouth trying to slow his or more so, its steps she tried to block it out, that plusing, that heavy smell of blood and entrailes. She breathed deep, heavy even as they walked. It was only minutes but it seemed like hours, but for the most part she was able to calm herself. Her eyes were still violet, her fangs still showing but at least it was, handled, if one could call it that.
"Looks like we dodged a bullet with Truth eh Tomoro?" Its offical this place is a freak house and Truth is the ring-leader She brushed her braid back with her free hand as they followed Tomoro and finally trying to yank herself free of the laptop's grip. "Aren't we far enough?" She looked to Tomoro walking closer to her if she was allowed free. "Nice place huh? Bet its great here in the winter." She said trying to make light of the fleashy surroundings. She doubted she was really much of help. No amount of jokes could really cover up an entire, what you would call house, now looking like the belly of some disgusting beast. It still teased at her, flooding her nostrals with blood and gore and she could only imagine how much wrose it would get the deeper they ventured. "You're lucky you have no nose." She said to the bot creature.
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Reaching to grab the doorknob to her room. Just as she went for it, her body froze in horor. This feeling, the horrible feeling this feeling that terrified her. It was as if the spores that was freashening the air even froze in fear. What was this feeling? Who could give out such an aura. As soon as she could move she went for her door again only to see it shift and meld into fleash before her very eyes. Her eyes turned blue, her face went from calm tp confused, to shocked, to scared, to horrified within the span of two seconds before a loud scream came down the Letter 3 Hall she screamed again trying to figure out what to do. She looked around shutting her eyes tight as she grabbed the handle and ripped it open and slammed it behind her as she almost litterally flew into her room, screaming again. She fell to the ground, her legs giving out as her heart beat out of her chest, her body shaking. She panted heavily and looked at her hand that touched the door of fleash her already wide eyes widened even more and now yellow, a creeped look on her face.
As she regained her composure, her heart slowed, as did her breathing, and then her eyes changed back to their amber color. She placed her hand to her chest and sighed. She wasn't scared of blood, or entrails, but this was different, it came up at her, in this new place without her doing anything and that was what she didn't like. Maybe Sam would know but there was no way she was going back out there, not right now. There was no way in hell. She learned her lesson already. She also feared that feeling, that horrible feeling that made her feel like death would feel better than being around it any longer. She knew it would not help but being in her room made her feel safe and comfortable.
Wandering into her shower area she washed herself off, finally happy she could get some sleep. She changed into something loose and comfortable to sleep in and finally crashing into her bed, somehow finding her way under her sheets. The horrible meat door drifting away to nothing more than a memory, a dream. A horrible, disgusting, bad bad dream and she wouldn't allow anyone to tell her otherwise.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 6:08 am
So this was their boss, the person they called Truth. Seiya flinched as her mind was released, it had hurt worse than any physical pain while not hurting her at all. She took a deep breath, she had no real battle skills except maybe divide and avoid. It was unlikely distract the man who had been glaring at her so intently until just a moment ago.
Perhaps she could reason...?
"I happened to be curious about this estate and since tha gates were unlocked I just had a quick look around," At this point she might have tried to place her hands behind her back and dip her head in a gesture of humility but unfortunately she couldn't move. "I didn't mean any harm, my curiousity simply got the better of me. Now I'd simply like to leave, if I may."
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EvrythingTastesLikeGinger
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:18 am
Darius watched as everything around him fell apart around him. So much so that he could not truely figure out who was who. He was just glad that the girl could escape. Still how would he.
Suddenly he heard a door open and watched slowly as the girl moved towards the group. Walking out into the middle, standing right next to him, not even looking at him. He felt a sharp pain in his wings as if he was being into a pretzel, he winced in pain, but he didn't scream, he didn't want to reveal himself if he was still unnotice, though he highly doubted that.
"Take the young lady...to meet with her friend. Show them around my home, I believe our...invited guests...would enjoy it. Do so while I explain to these...two individuals...the error in their way."
Darius gulped at this and his head sank, this was not good. He had been found out and it was rather obvious that he was now essentialy at this man's mercy and it looked like he wouldn't be one to show it.
"I might you wish...to explain yourselves...?"
Darius felt the pain in his wings subside, but he could now not move his legs. It was very apparent that Truth, if that was his name, was trying to make it so Darius and the Girl couldn't escape, for now Darius couldn't fly due to the the fact that it would be painful for him to fly in long distances and he was unable to get up and get out of here.
He listened as the girl explained her side of the story he couldn't help but feel that Truth would buy it, he would soon have to tell his side as well.
"Well Truth I guess it's my turn to speak, it starts out very much the same as the girl's tale. I too found this place in the middle of the forest and altough my mind told me notto go in. Something compelled me forewards and I don't know why, because I felt an odd feeling as I went in. I eventually reached your front door and I was hearing an argument taking place and I thought I should check it out. As it turned out I saw the young lady being confronted by a few of your house guests. I didn't think it was fair to be doig what they were going to do to here so I caused a distraction so she could escape, and that is why I got involved I didn't want to hurt anybody, but I didn't want violence in this place."
He then realized that he still had the candleabra in his hand. He blinked at this but showed no fear of being caught with this. Instead he just placed it back on the table.
"And that candelabra...was mearly a defense if the distraction didn't work."
He told his story as truthfuly as he could and he hoped that the man of the house would understand.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 12:14 pm
Taking a break from the tedium of her class schedule, Jhulae occupied herself with exploring the land surrounding the Ria High complex. After having passed through thick forest, what looked to be a decayed gate came into view. Moldering bricks held anchient wraught iron, clotted rust, it hung by what could only be a miracle of physics, defying both degeneration and gravity in its continued state of suspension.
Cautiously she approached the fern choked ruin, examining what had once been undoubtably ornate security measure. Looking beyond the crumbeling bricks and rusted iron, she could see that it had at one time been a lovely piece of arcitecture to behold. Tennitive fingers came forward to touch the flaking rust, sure it would crumble under her fingertips but it did not. She found it suprizingly strong and she would have studied it further had the sight beyond those gates not caught the focus of her unique violet eyes. Through those gates, she had expected to find a continuation of falling ruin, slowly being reclaimed by the forest prime evil. But instead what unfolded before her was beautifully manicured lawns with a delecately curved white stone pathway that led into a curious white haze.
The very grounds exuded a calm that would numb the ordinary mind leaving it bemused, even entranced, But to Jhulae, whose Drow herritage gave her a natural resistance to such enchantments, only gazed about in weary wonder. Shifting her day pack on her slender back, the deminutive drowess picked her way around the overgrown ferns and stepped into hazy brightness. Glamor filtered light bathed the ebon skinned dark elf in it's rays, shimmering golden in the breeze blown strands of her luminous white hair as she stepped into the clearing. Lush lawns sprawled seemingly unending before her covering the manicured grounds in a rich green carpet, dotted here and there in perfect placement by sculpted trees and shrubs.
By those perfect lawns it became clear to Jhulae that the place was occupied, and though the gates were in ruins, they had indeed stood open to any who happened by. She took that as a sort of invitation and moved across the grounds, tiny booted feet falling on the smooth stone path, staring in wonder from under hand shaded eyes as she went, making her approach obvious to any who might watch fromthe haze so as not to be mistaken for an sneek theif. The path seemed unending but no sooner had she began walking than she found herself at the end of the path at the entrance to a large coutyard.
A short distance in front of her, she could not miss the large fountain of epic lovelyness. Coming to a stop at the base of the unique fountain, her eyes opened in wide wonder, even in the stinging brightness of the noonday sun as she let those violet orbs drink in the detailed perfection of the piece. Beautifully wrought and exquisitly creepy, the very sight of it sent a chill up her spine. The lovely if ambiguous angelic figure giving sustanance to her dependant lackies could be taken as either generous or self surving. On the one side, it could be said that the angel gave freely of it's blood, providing for the needs of the other subourinant figures. Generosity and freedom... On the other side it could be taken that the angel actually kept the ones around it captive, hooked on it's intoxicating drug like blood and entrapped by the need of it, unable to break free of the angel's deliciously cruel entanglement. Selfish manipulation and dominance...
"What a contrast..." She thought to herself as she circled arouns the enticingly demented fountain, her eyes loath to leave the delecat curves of the stone sculpture. But indeed she did pull her eyes away and settled her sight on the shining white mansion that rose magesticly in front of her. Moving up the path, her petite shoulders and hips moved in a languid feline dip and sway motion, the short hem of her cobalt leather flipping lightly with each measured step along the white stones. Suddenly she paused, her head coming up, her eyes alight and searching as a creepily familiar feeling came over her. The closer she came to the front door of the mansion, the stronger the feeling became, but curosity, ever her downfall, compelled her.
Climbing the front steps, her eyes fell upon the black elaborately cloaked and masked figures that stood guard at the entrance. but though they both seemed to study her closely neither of them made any move to stop her and so she simply acted as if she belonged and walked directly to the door. Laying her tiny ebon hand upon the cold nob, she gave a turn and pushed, swinging the door open easily, then stepped across the threshold, into a vision of white elegance. The aura of faux serenity permiated the place, but Jhulae couldn't help but feel a slight uneasyness about the perfection of the decore... Everything was just so... Ridgid... Cold... With no natural flow. Or perhaps it had to much, for it seemed to Jhulae that It was as if at first glance, things looked perfectly normal, but as one studdied their surroundings, things distorted unaturally. Even the unique and odd nick naks that lined equally elegant and unique furnishings seemed . White walls hung with tapestries and paintings that Jhulae tried in vain to make out, but some sort of optical illusion made close scrutiny vertually impossible, for even the sharp eyed drow. After a few moments, she gave up trying with a shake of her head, while raking a tiny ebon hand through short white tresses and shifting uneasily as she tried to get her eyes to return to proper focus. Once accomplished, she cast her eyes about the room, remembering not to concentrait on any one thing for too long when the sudden sounds of shouting turned her head quickly to a series of doors. From which direction from those shouts had come, she could not tell, as they had no doubt echoed through the vaulted halls and so, she approached the ornately carved door closest to her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 9:49 am
Shinku had been wandering around for the whole time he had been at the school and finally wanted some fresh air. He was glad he had his usual attitude back after stopping his relationship with Yuki. He was cold, killed without hesitation once more, and was feeling slightly happier than before. He was dressed in a black coat that was draped over his shoulders, a red shirt that was beneath the coat, blue jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. His red bangs hung over his reddish brown eyes as they scanned the area. A massive white mansion... How interesting... He thought and made sure his Dragunov was still secure to his back. He also felt the holsters at his back for his revolvers, Damnation and Salvation. They were there and fully loaded. He could sense multiple auras from inside the mansion and was interested in the strength. Maybe I should scout a bit first... He decided.
As he was in the middle of peering through the scope mounted on the Dragunov, he heard his cellphone ring. He sighed angrilly and opened it, answering the caller. "Hello?" He asked angrilly then cut short. It was Kleptos, the man who had employed him to carry out a hit on Rivera. "I have grown tired of waiting Ravenhawk..." Kleptos voice drawled coldly. "As of now... You are off the assignment..." He said and that was all Shinku was allowed to hear. He closed his cellphone and groaned. "Greeeat... Now I'm up for termination..." Shinku muttered and went back to scouting through his scope. Nothing interesting was going on outside, except for maybe animal life. He sighed and set the rifle back against his back, secured by the strap that went over his shoulder. "Guess the party's inside..." He muttered and opened a dark vortex in front of himself and stepped into it, reappearing at the mansion door.
He set his hand upon the door and opened it, looking around quietly. The walls were of a pure white, so white they gave him a headache. as he opened a door to a hall, he was surprised to see a wall that had a small stretch of flesh among it. He gagged slightly and walked very carefully through the hall, hoping nothing eventful would happen. He hated surprises unless he set them up. He soon started wandering more countless halls and wound up in the same room. A stretch of flesh on a wall was hard to forget, especially with a memory like Shinku's. The sight of the flesh still made him queasy and he wound up finding a new path. He soon heard a door turn and grabbed his combat knife, getting it at the ready, as well as the black revolver, Damnation. He held the knife in his left hand and the gun in his right. The moment the door opened and revealed the figure of a young woman he aimed the revolver at her head and set the knife against her throat. "Who are you, and what in the seven hells is going on here?!" He demanded, then noticed her eye bleeding beneath a patch that covered it. He assumed she had been wounded recently so he put the revolver away and sheathed the knife. He guessed she was just wandering around like him, and ended up attacked by something. "My apologies... Are you alright?" He asked quietly. He had no idea why, but he always softened up around the injured, so he grabbed a first aid kit from a small sack he carried to hold ammo and provisions and offered it to her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 5:21 pm
At the time being, Tomoro had just opened the door to the ballroom, and slowly walked in, her hand on her revolver just in case anything deadly decided to pop out. Her left eye peeled, she examined her surroundings... there wasn't much to behold. A single piano stood on top of a small stage, and a staircase leading to what seemed like a balcony. Besides that, there wasn't really anything of interest. Giant windows allowed all night OR dark to shine through the panes, and the floor was hard and typical. Perhaps she could find a mirror here... something was wrong with her eye, and she didn't know what.
Her lips protruding outward, she began a slow walk around the ballroom, closing both of her eyes and mimicking the dance she used to... well, dance to when she was such a young child. Full of elaborate leaps and twirls, Tomoro's lengthy hair curled around her sides and bounced along her back as she moved, a few sweatdrops falling from her face onto the hard tile. After a few minutes, she began breathing heavily, and stopped to take a breath, stretching to the ground and touching her boots. As for her eyepatch, it was smothered in blood, and smeared around the right side of her face; she didn't care. As long as she could pretend to be an innocent child in such a horrid place, it was enough to ignore the pain she was going through right now. Even if her toes were blistering up, even if her hands were limp at her sides, she could pretend... It reminded her of the time when she danced in the Empty Dancing Hall... and who had come to her, smirking all that while? She forgot his name. All she remembered was that he had white hair and smoked a bit too much, not to mention held fire so close to her she felt like she was dying...his thick warm hands gripping onto her thin cold neck... her eyes widening, Tomoro missed a step in her number and suddenly came crashing to the ground on her ankles, letting out a soft moan, most likely compared to that of a small animal in pain. Too much thinking... it had ruined her illusion, and she came crashing down to reality as everything in the ballroom began to take shape again, their shadows dancing upon the walls, smirking at her in utter confidence. It was then that she noticed something strange about the glass window... and she carefully made her way over to the area. Tomoro stopped and noticed one of the giant window panes bore a reflection of herself. As she cautiously made her way near it, she looked out over the horizon, and everything was bright as usual. So... strange. It wasn't realistic at all, it was like the entire scene was painted. Gritting her teeth, Tomoro suddenly brought up a fist and smashed it into the window, broken glass slicing into her knuckles and lodging itself in there. With a low grunt, Tomoro quickly brought her hand back, staring at the hole she had just created. Why... did I do that...? Shaking her head and taking a huff of breath, almost disgusted at her sudden outburst, Tomoro turned to head back out the ballroom door.
However, as she opened it, a man suddenly grabbed her and aimed the revolver at her head, bringing out a knife and placing it menacingly against her pale neck, slicing a few strands of her lace choker. Instinctively, she took a deep breath and brought out her own revolver, pointing it directly at his head as well, her face emotionless. If he shot, she shot. She may die, she may not. Que sera sera. Fortunately, he dropped the stance and then mumbled what she could make out as 'My apologies... Are you alright?' Of COURSE she wasn't all right. Did she LOOK all right? Her visible eye dull, her lips pouted slightly, she looked at the man as if he were crazy. "...do you really think... I would take medicine from a man whom just tried to annihilate me? Think of the possibilities." She said this stubbornly and softly, her voice seeming to fade away with the pain, and silently she slipped her revolver back into her pouch, on the oppposite side of her pistol. Personally, she didn't wish to get in this man's way.... he appeared a maniac, attacking anything at first sight. Doing something like that eventually would lead an innocent bystander to be killed, or GETTING oneself killed. The man let his emotions take control of him in battle, even now as he had offered the medicine.
Tomoro knew she wouldn't have done that. She would have kept the gun pointed at the head and if the victim refused to talk, she would lightly graze the knife against the neck, creating a thin cut. Or, if the time called for it, she could grab the pressure point on the enemy, cut off blood flow, and either kill them or knock them unconcious that way. It wasn't so hard... as this man stood his ground, offering her the herbs or whatever, she refused it by placing her arms across her chest, licking the blood away from the side of her face. "Before... you make such accusations, as if I know what's going on in this hell... I suggest you drop all suspicion of myself as a suspect, and refer to me as a victim, thank you very much."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:30 pm
Shinku raised an eyebrow as he examined her more closely. Long silver hair, pale, porcelaine like skin, almost like a doll. Her dull greyish eye was what caught his attention though. "I thought I could've tried being polite for once..." He said quietly. He put away the first aid kit and sighed. "A victim? Really wanna be treated like one? I don't treat victims too well, Miss..." He said quietly. He had looked her up as a possibility of getting close to Rivera to make her termination easier. He had to act to get closer to people, and when they least expected it, a knife between the ribs, or a bullet in their chest was what they got, if they were his assignment. He wasn't even sure if he could trust this girl, he had to play the part of someone caring though to try and keep her from being an enemy. "And sorry about the little attempt at hurting you and everything... Combat reflexes... This place doesn't seem too friendly..." He told her. He was young but already a well trained assassin who reacted the instant he thought something could threaten his life.
"So... You dunno what's going on here either?" He asked curiously. "Well... What's your best guess? And are you sure you don't wanna at least look at yourself in a mirror or something? You don't really look all too good..." He said simply and looked around. Same whit walls, same stretch of flesh, same rotting smell, same nasty bugs. Nothing special. "Do you at least know where an exit is? This place is not what I call a light sanctuary... If that's what it was built as... The place is more like an outpost of hell in my opinion..." He said simply. He wasn't sure why, but his dark powers weren't working for teleportation outside. Sure he could let more things inside, but he couldn't get out. He tried one more time and all that happened was a small little fizzle of dark energy on the floor around his feet. Barely even enough to notice. DAMN! No way out except the exit... And I have no idea where that is... And what happens if the flesh keeps on growing...? What if I end up swallowed and slowly digested for some massive hellspawn's snack? He thought agitatedly.
He started pacing the hall as he thought, and finally said something else to the girl. "My name's Shinku... And what do you plan on doing here anyway? Unless you've found something appealing about this hellhole, I suggest we help each other out of here... Then we can jump down each other's throats about accidentally attacking someone..." He said coldly. He walked back in the hall and found a different place than he had entered from. Instead it was just a massive room with flesh walls. He closed the door. "And we aren't leaving that way..." He said quietly. He walked to the door that led to the ballroom and opened it walking in, hoping to find some way out of the hellish place.
((Sorry if it's not interesting enough... My brain's dead...))
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:48 am
((I'm just sorry I'm being ignored. I've been standing next to Mint's character for quite sometime. I'm the orange haired freak who currently has voilet eyes, fangs and claws.))
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