How did it start? Where did it start? Pretty simple really. A bloody big spider…her name, was Lorelei.
On the 30th of November, 2009, the Carrendar Chronicles was born. A place that would be a teaching platform, for T-1, the metarules, and above all, how to roleplay, and have fun.
With Captain277, DarksiedtheLegend, LastRonin, and DrakonMacar, it would grow from small beginnings of about 300 members, to over 1000 now. Spawning Carrendar Dynasty in August of 2010, Lacardis Prime in November 2011, and the community group, Roleplayer’s Bio Central.
To this day…the Legacy continues.
Admin Note. All works, writings are taken from the Carrendar Dynasty/Chronicles site on IMVU
VladePrimusOriginus: I fall ike a doll a sweet lack of all and hit the cliff and nearly shits as blood defecates through my mind. Quickly i sputter my blood tastes of butter as my vision begins to fade. I chuckle and mutter as I fight to stay alive. “Checkmate it’s over. Guess what I survived.”
VladePrimusOriginus: I rock hard like vodka, your moms hairy than Chewbacca and I’m not going to lie my rap will hit you like a Rasta. Get you high on the trees its hit between your knees then you’ll die and I’ll cry at the pussy that I wasted in a shitty attempt to curate it.
XymmerickZypherus: You talk about Rasta, eat ya fucking pasta, Bob Marley your ass right under my SOA loving harley then take your botanical loving Mary Jane ass to the spider man premiere and get overkilled by charlotte’s awesome spider mover right here, and for the pussy you love, im sure the cat had more fun with its yarn then your limp noodle -_-
VladePrimusOriginus: MY limp noodle? yours looks like a poodle all fluffy and hairy like a toaster stroodle. You can take your Harley with its loud ass roar and pound it up your ass as my rap makes you keep begin for more. Perverts are we that are plain to see ripping pussies like you when we wake up to pee. The flow is in session your mind’s regression. Go back to school or get classed with my progression.
XymmerickZypherus: yes your limp noodle, your Campbell’s brand cheap label, you want a Pillsbury there’s a fat guy named rose o Donald, i scheduled a date for her with you at McDonalds, my Harley might be roaring but your barbie ass more retarded than nikki minaj when she got that ass transplant, i am a pervert but you’re a pewee Herman so small and sad that you talk about your mind’s progression but it’s worse than the hope of change Obama promised us instead he gave us a recession.
VladePrimusOriginus: I type too fast for my mind to think. Fuck my grammar, sucks ya think? maybe it’s just cause your flow fucking stinks. Wipe your damn ass so this shit of lyrical homicide you spew can pass. I can form better bars with the alphabet soup i shit out my ass. You think you got balance in that crap you call a rhyme. Hold on to your kiddy bag it’s time for the big kid ride. take your fat head in its topped up mind and bend over and take it up your ass like a fagget would ride. I got intense beats and a bigger meat then you with your mother envying physyk(SP?) My dick is like the blast from a nuclear bomb your just sad cause yours is even smaller than your mom’s.
MrObserver: Claim you know me, but you call me on a daily about that play I made, things roll through in this world as I slap you upside the head, knocking you around till you’re dead. You fell that? No, well here! I’ll break this bread, upside that dudes head. Ain’t not time to explain, your shits just to lame. You want to battle me? You couldn’t even get out of a laboratory, even using an explicitly mathematical rhyme, that took us all time, as you lay down in m path, here I come to roll over you with me ride.
XymmerickZypherus: you say your dick is nuclear i agree, its as small atomically as the exponent of decicimal -1000000 and 3 to that degree. you want alphabet soup out the ass, I’ll make ya bleed red with my dick ten times bigger than that of a dragon borne class, speaking of dovakin stop fucking your cousin, incest is wrong you missippi clinging whore who sucks more than cheech and chong, imma chiddi chiddi bing bang you out the park with my babe ruth bat that guides your ass to death like an evil Noahs ark!
MrObserver: Slender, it’s all in your head? That’s something I’d even dread. Fuck it, just go to bed, pay no mind to that drone in your hallway, it’s all about to be at the end. Wandering around your home, done broke in. This is where I get real with a hitch that will pull you in. Slender is here and a price needs to be paid, hope you got twenty dollars, cause tonight he feels a might peckish. Entrails be looking red, oh so red. Maybe even in the books of false kings and queens you’ll see your own head. Oh no? That’s right… It’s just a day dream. Please, Don’t scream..
VladePrimusOriginus: Incest incest is the best put your siblings to the test if they scream just pull their hair if they don’t it’s not that fair. Take your note and your four count beat and staple your lips shut before my lyrics reach your face they flow so sexy makes you masturbate. Sex witht he three anss lucky little punk fucking anvisible anflatable and ‘ands at your front. You still want to battle stand up and try again I’ll just slam your ass back into a split head. Guess what your not dead, I’d leave you to rott your intestines would part insects began to digest your guts with cause coated with bread to help you get death as scaphism sets in and your rended an insect buffet.
XymmerickZypherus: kings and queens, what’s this the land of make believe? You talk about slender alot bish, is that the waist size ya wish? you may think the drone is in the hallway, but last time i checked my force is with me all the way, so when you talk about getting paid, are you a prostitute by day?
XymmerickZypherus: fap fap fap its a smack attack, i dick slap you from white to black, think ya can go back, hell no welcome to Neverland, imma make never say never and just scream hell yeah, lil john your ass and give ya the biz, this rhyme got gay so what, i’ll take ya rainbows like lucky charms and trix ya like a rabbit who molests kids!
VladePrimusOriginus: You said you’re gonna pick it up slay me? pfft your joking you think you can still play me? I’m a beast on the mic a freestyler on a hike through the faecal disturbance you’ve became on sight. Hold up relax let me warm up. You like 120 degrees I’m barely hot enough to even unfreeze. Cool down. The battles just begun I know I know Its obvious I won. But oh well lets go this sho has just got fun.
MrObserver: Prostitute to sleep by day, but tonight I’m about to slap you around and mould you like clay. I don’t know anything about waist sizes and shit, but 26 by 60 seems that I fit right in. Tall and skinny, not tan and no teeth… But you know ill tear you apart just for desert. A tasty treat you’ll be for the party of infinity in the elevated plain, more like a snack with what you pack.!So tiny and lame… If you know what I just really exclaimed! Bitch, I scared people of any age, hell, where did you get off that bloody train? you’re on it still, riding it down the drain.
XymmerickZypherus: Hell yeah i played ya. you the hoe I’m a pimp. Imma treat you like butters did his south park bottom bitch! you talking about slaying i’m the chuck Norris version of Wesley snipes blade, I’ll burn you to ashes with my awesome bearded dick. you talk about unfreeze I’ll beat ya up like freiza accept in abridged make ya delivery of pizza split ya legs open to my monster blue wailord of a dick!
VladePrimusOriginus: Blue so it’s true the waffle you posses its like the black version of nappa all muscle but no dick. You think your bad cause chuck Norris is a bitch? Got his ass school by Bruce lee lick it is. He can’t fight. He got no bars you can’t even name one of his movies besides enter the dragon so fuck off. You got Osama’s beard growing out of your dick I’m pretty sure they found all of alquida hiding in it. You a washed up rag an overused fag someone needs to Revolve your ass really fast. To bad the only stone that makes you move is that crack cocain when you starts to snort it. I’m a beedrill’n your bitch till she squitles all over my pokeballs.
XymmerickZypherus: first off i’d like to say blue waffles are delish, so Lego my ego and also Lego my dick! you say nappa had no nick, this coming from Nell’s cousin a green Eunice flubber by the name of vlade, who can’t even see that chuck Norris let bruce lee win. Sure lee entered the dragon but he needed the power of a palkia to even do damage. Alquida is an overused term like your mom’s vagina, open for access and excuses to empty your panic, you talk about crack cocaine but did you know this? That powder came from some olde black guys dick you blew off, while you talking bout beedrilling and squirtells i hope your pokeballs catch em all the krabbies, the pincers, the garchomps and all! and when you ash ketch em and get yo STD’s make sure you decide whether you shunite come near me and Shiite it all!
VladePrimusOriginus: To conclude this flow with a word real bad I’ll jump off my ryme beat to have last line and ended with a word so epic nothing even chuck of the norris can beat. I call upon the god of Food to hear my flow I call forth the great, the powerful and all knowing bacon.
XymmerickZypherus: You keep playing childish tricks but this is a man’s world, is bacon is epic, i couldn’t disagree, but to think the god would bow to you is just make believe, I’ll nutty professor your face like the klumps then mine craft your ass and make you a meg, kanye west mode activated, vlade you’re custom taylor swift made
CharlotteCarrendar: – The Cyborg sat rigidly directly across from Sand, just as she had done the previous time she was back in Lorewall after the relic’s collection was done. Now, back once more, she appeared slightly different. Perhaps it was the rigours of her last assignment, showing on her face. She had not returned to the original dilapidated house where all the spare parts were kept, so M.E.R.C.Y was yet to repair skin tissue damage, parts of her exoskeleton being visible to the naked eye. Her red eyes glanced out the glass window of the limousine as it sped along the Lorewall streets, spotting potential targets, with intel and numbers flashing over those that carried government registration cards. This initiative, had meant the collection of information so much easier, and even more so for the cyborg. Sand’s voice brought her attention back around, and he made his statement clear, that Silver had moved on from his primary position in the clan, and would possibly move further away from them as he became more famous. “That is where you come in M.E.R.C.Y or Natasha…you didn’t gave me an answer to what you prefer to be called.” The cyborg responded in a monotone voice; “Natasha.” Now there was a reason for this, that was yet to be revealed, however now was not the time nor the place to discuss the whys. As M.E.R.C.Y gathered intel from his speech on the gang members, from Dino, right though to Helmet, all of which she knew over the years, he made it clear, he wanted her to grow and become an attack unit for Sand. Emphasizing that she was now alone in the world, with no set purpose, this was the logical step for her to take. She didn’t even need time to think it over. Purpose…reason to function. It was within her capabilities. Eyes locked on Sand, and with a slight nod, she said simply. “Where do I sign?” <3>
MrObserver: -M.E.R.C.Y.F.A.L.L- Red letters with a white outline pinged onto the retinal infused H.U.D of X70′s who was skimming across the vast expanses of water using his buster sword. Beneath the flashing letters of X70 self set mission to meet the cybernetically enhanced being, numbers reading out the distance between him and land were being counted down. “0.643738 km” was read as he turned his attentions to it and back again towards the rapidly approaching horizon of land. With the majority of his body weight placed on left leg to hold the swords at an angel in the water, X70 leaned forward and down, becoming more aerodynamic in hopes to maintain the current velocity he was at now. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and X knew if anyone was watching now, they would have been in awe at the trail from refracting spectrum of light being left behind in his wake. So little time it had taken for him to jump into this world, yet he felt as if there was one more coinciding with it above him as he reached his destination. “Land Ho” X whispered while his swords hilt ploughed the sand up from its run up onto land…:: Paradox was pleased to see the a new being enter into the fray from a complete different universe. It’s given him hope that such an occurrence was a sigh the two time lines would survive one another and maintain their stability… Or what was left of it. Lowly, he’d drone as he leaned back into his exiled throne and watched both times lines from a far. His attentions however were mainly set upon two of the same beings, the one in the same whom had been marked… <E>
DarksiedtheLegend: -As Sand smiled at Natasha’s question before responding to her-(Sand)”From the looks of things you might need some repairs…you want we make a stop at one of the Finisters laboratories? They might be able to fix you up if necessary….ahh The Red Ravens headquarters”-The limousine would then pass through the express way before coming close to a garage with the sign The Nest before Sand pointed out-(Sand)”Ever since Kane went missing Shino his second in command took his place. She is a hard liner and very strict to her own moral and social rules. She single handily took over the Red Ravens when they were doing their own private civil war…don’t know much about their new ranking systems but one thing is for sure Shino leads them whoever they are. Under Kane the Red Ravens were mostly mechanics and motorcycle racers not like the Avenging Angels for the Red Ravens tend to prefer to win their races rather than fighting against their opponents….Kane was the only one who fought with the Avenging Angels head on but with Shino leading them its’ hard to say what her goals are…The Red Ravens starts to pick their fights, retreating if necessary, protecting areas without anything important in them…it’s like they are not even trying to control most of the areas… So right now the Red Ravens are dangerous only because they have decided to take action only when necessary. As of now one is sure of how they are reconstructing their ranks or their command just that Shino and her select group has taken over and no one knows who is in her group. SO Natasha do you understand what I’m trying to teach you?
CharlotteCarrendar:- M.E.R.C.Y was scrolling through data, from her memory banks in search of the names and files of the different groups, or sub groups of the Fuyu no arashi as Sand explained how the leadership ranking structure had changed since the days of Kane. Kane’s profile picture illuminated in her right eye, and for a moment, the cyborg appeared to shudder slightly. In a past life, Natasha was very close to Kane, almost at his level in the Red Ravens. All the missions were archived in the memory chip of Natasha. Where he ended up after she went missing, is anyone’s guess, however he had been replaced, by one that was a strong hand. Known as Shino, Sand mentioned it was unclear what her goals were for the Red Ravens, but it was clear that the method of operations was different. From starting fights, to retreating just as quickly, they are now viewed as unpredictable on when and where they would strike. This obviously posed a problem for Sand, for without having a voice or ears inside the Red Ravens, it was hard to keep a tight control on their activities, that could jeopardise the overall operations. “Natasha do you understand what I’m trying to teach you?” Sand asked, still showing a hint of a smile, at her previous response, on where to sign. Now was more important. “You need someone on the inside, to act as an intel operative. Hard and swift action, if they cross Fuyu no arashi laws. Infiltration, in otherwords.” Was she right? <3>
DarksiedtheLegend: -Upon the hearing the words of Natasha did he start to a small laugh before responding to her-(Sand)”As of the moment I really have no need for intel operatives or those silent disciplinary members or even infiltration squad….if I really needed those I would just ask the most blood thirsty group in the Fuyu no arashi clan…you know the man you could not defeat. But any way I need another face group someone that I can rely on at moment’s notice I need someone that could install fear in the various criminal groups in Lorewall as well as execute them if necessary, do you know that we are still looking for those that had bombed Lorewall’s first national bank. We made sure that every criminal organization that deals with explosives got the message….that the Fuyu no arashi want these bombers to be handed over to justice specifically the police. Every organization, group, faction, company, gang, and even the government have a leader but in the Fuyu no arashi clan case it’s the master. While every different organization has a leader that makes himself or herself known to the populace, the Fuyu no arashi clan master seems to have an aura of mystery enshrouding him only the select few has actually seen the master well at least that’s as far as you can get to.., for you see the master only shows himself to only important people and people that matter. Right now I want you to make a faction, group, squad, or even an organization which you will lead and when I give you the call to attack you attack, if I say kill without mercy you do so without question. Sooner or later these criminal organization in Lorewall will attempt to make a daring move against the Fuyu no arashi or even the government and I will be calling my three lieutenants, that’s you included to put down those criminal organizations permanently. -Sand would watch the sides of the road as the limousine would then enter into the slums area as Sand then turn to face her-(Sand)”Well this means you are officially back in the Fuyu no arashi clan but first things first you need to do something for me first….” –The moment he stopped talking would be the moment the limousine stopped as Sand pointed to a rundown warehouse with boarded up windows and a metal door with red paint saying KEEP OUT! As the limousine driver would then open the limousine door-(Sand)”You may be qualified as my lieutenant but you have to gain the respect and honor in the eyes of the Fuyu no arashi clan as a whole so you need to start at the bottom. You will be running errands for the man inside with each errand you succeed to accomplish puts you one step closer in the eyes of the Fuyu no arashi clan and which errand you gain knowledge and connections within the Fuyu no arashi clan. This much better than a classroom don’t you agree? Unfortunately the instant you leave my limousine you will be finding your own way back sorry for that but I have other business meetings to attend so I can’t hold your hand through this. I suspect nothing but good things from you prove me right okay Natasha.”
MrObserver: Left foot leading, swords being hefted, and the sound of a flint being struck… The sounds of X70′s mission start. With a low sigh, white smoke lifted into the air from his lips and was wafted away by the breeze. Thankfully for X, he knew the general location of Mercy and was already on route. One thing about it was true, being a mechanical organism to the core… we wouldn’t need to rest for some time. Sounds of branches and other fallen foliage cracking and barking at foot fall as he sprinted in the direction of an intense energy reading his H.U.D had picked up. From the indications being read across his retina, it wasn’t a completely biological and was the closet match that had been picked up so far. With his sword being arched up and placed back to its resting position after reattaching the straps upon beaching, X wasn’t going to need a break from his quest any time soon. With his legs picking up speed, trees blurring beside him, and the wind catching his red and black mohawk, sending it flattening back. His mission was set, his target was hopefully correct.. and the distance was going to close quickly. Again, upon his H.U.D the letters -M.E.R.C.Y.F.A.L.L- read, and below them, the distance keeping him from the suspected target… 9.65 km and closing. <X70> “Best pray to your creator you’re Mercy…” His nostrils flared as he growled. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – The limousine came to a slow stop, parking just outside a derelict looking warehouse, that from all appearances, appeared to be disused. The bright red warning slogan on the metal doors, was firm in its message. “KEEP OUT!” Not a place for the faint hearted, and the perfect place to start with M.E.R.C.Y’s introduction back into the clan. The slow turn of her head, precise as she took in the location and surrounds, she recalled it on previous visits to this side of Lorewall. Her assumption that Sand wanted someone to infiltrate the Red Ravens was off the mark. What he wanted, was a killer. But not to kill the innocent, no, they were after the likes of those that bombed the First national bank of Lorewall. People, terrorists, that threaten the day to day lives of Neumeans. This was a change from what Natasha remembered, where they once frowned on killing. How times had changed in Lorewall. This induction back into the clan, was as a messenger, and to start at the very bottom rung. If she wanted a reputation, she was going to have to earn it, like everyone else. No special favours or treatment. . You will be running errands for the man inside with each errand you succeed to accomplish puts you one step closer in the eyes of the Fuyu no arashi clan and which errand you gain knowledge and connections within the Fuyu no arashi clan. This much better than a classroom don’t you agree?” There was nothing to do but agree at this point. Logically speaking. The Cyborg simply nodded, before sliding across the seat, and exiting the vehicle, standing on the footpath, and slamming the door closed. Sand had other business to attend too, and was sure to speed off back to the city, leaving her on the curb. The cyborg tilted her head side to side, and rolled her shoulders. You could even hear the machinations inside her, rotating under her skin, which was still discoloured. A look up and down the pathway, the street was practically deserted. Old car wrecks, and the gathering of hobos around a flame filled oil drum. Slowly M.E.R.C.Y approached the metal doors, and twisted the handle, where it grinded against rusted locks, releasing with an audible screech. The interior was in darkness, and as she stepped inside, her eyes illuminated, to show up on a night vision scan, where her new “boss” was. Silently, she entered the door slamming behind her. <3>
DarksiedtheLegend: -As Natasha entered the warehouse was she met with silence well apart from noise of the metal door slamming behind her as the noise as silence came back to the warehouse before the sound of footsteps started to echo around the warehouse as these footsteps got closer before Natasha with her night vision scan could see the being from which the noise of the footsteps was emitted from. This man was a six foot muscular being wearing a torn sleeveless tuxedo , black pants and brown leather shoes as the man was holding what seems like a flash light in his left hand as he got closer to Natasha before stopping just in front of her before staring her down as he then spoke-(?)”So you are the person huh? The one Sand sent…come on follow me he is waiting for you.” –As the muscle man started to walk way as he kept on hitting the flash light before it finally turned on as he started using it to guide his way in the dark warehouse before opening a second door and showing a room with candles laminating the path as the big muscle guy turned off his flashlight as he walked along the candle lit pathway before stopping in front of three stone steps with a rusty looking throne made with a torn car seat on top of some car wreaks and sitting on a throne was a man dressed in a purple suit with his face hidden in the shadows and on the stone steps was another man with a boom box listening to some music but the instant this one saw Natasha and the big guy did the he turn off the boom box as the man on the throne just spoke out-(?)”So number three is this the one Sandy sent to me?” (Big muscle guy)”Yes number one this is the one Sand sent.” (Number one)”Interesting….so Sandy sent me the newbie oh well better someone than no one…listen here I got a big gig planned and as of now I have fallen into a little problem with one of my vehicles. Apparently the problem can’t be fixed so I’m sending you to pick up a new engine from a sweet place called the Sanctuary. I want you to go over there and pick up the new engine. Make sure not to damage it on the way back then we can begin talking about real business if the engine is damaged then no dice. Number three if you can show her the way out. ” –The man near the boom box would turn it back on and crank the volume up as they continued t o listen to music as number three would then pat Natasha on the back as he tried to lead her back out.-
TheGorya: -Conan watched as Charlotte left for the moment as she needed time to herself. The words that Charlotte would read spoke out loud as if it was Shadow himself speaking to her. His voice to her would almost be like he was sitting right next to her as the letter read. “ Dear, Charlotte if you are reading this letter I am no longer alive. I am giving you this letter and what is within its wrapping as something to remember me by. I was never a good friend from the time I meet you in the mountains full of snow. I always talked down to you as if you were younger than what you were. I know that you might feel the pain of my death or you may not. I give you what is in this letter a crest a symbol of not just my family but who I was. Charlotte I regret telling you that thought my life was never ending that I may not ever die. The soul within my body says otherwise. I know some things cannot be explain of what has happened to me. I am sure to it someday you will understand what I have done for you my dearest friend. I hope the answers you seek are what you hold dear from my secrets. Take care Charlotte I deeply wish I would have spoken with you one last time. Sincerely Shadow Eris Gorya.” -the crest that was placed into the letter was now laying on the ground. Its golden metal was seen by the dimmest light near her. Its symbol of the Gorya family crest was punched out into a upside down triangles. The simple SEG carved into each single one of the three way towered crests. It had a chain around the end of it to be worn like a necklace. The pin on the back made it to where it could also be used as a pin. The crest was a memento of Shadow to Charlotte as a symbol of their friendship. The last thing that would ever be noticed of the SEG letters were something all in itself as even the letter held a wax stamp with Shadow’s own personal signature. To be known to Charlotte within the last words of her friend who knows what else he may have left her other than the memories they had.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Reading the letter out loud so that the others of the group could hear it, you could feel the emotions in each and every word. Soft sniffles met with each pause to take breath, and her chin quivered as she reached the point where the letter said he regretted telling her that his life would never end, for his soul had other ideas. Life and death were two certainties, and she knew in her heart, that once it was time, then her place in this life would be over too. No one is safe to say they are immortal, for the truth was, that no one would want to live forever, if they could not be with their loved ones anymore. Charlotte wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and picked up the letter, folding it carefully and placing it back into the envelope. The gold insignia, that read SEG, she decided to wear around her neck, as it was meant to be worn. She was proud to have known Shadow, for the time that she did, and wished that perhaps there was a way to say a lasting goodbye. But perhaps when her time comes, he may welcome her to the plane on which he now walks. Pushing herself up to stand, she placed the envelope in her backpack, and tried to regain her composure in front of the group. “The sky will have a new shining star this eve…for on the world we live, we have lost a dear one.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan heard the words of the letter it sounded just like Shadow. Always regretting things in his life that he should have done but didn’t. He wondered if Shadow was even walking with his wife and child or if he lived with in another plane altogether. His own thoughts came to mind in fact knowing that Shadow truly cared for this woman. Perhaps even fell for her in a sense, he knew Shadow as if he was a brother. Conan had never really kept himself close to his friend for the reasons of being pushed through time. It was too short to make friends to know he is free at least maybe just maybe. Conan could find something to live for. He watched Charlotte take the necklace that was given to her placed around her neck. As She did this a strange marking on her left hand formed glowing in gold yellowish color. The marking became clear yet looked painless when it appeared it seemed to spell out a phrase before disappearing from her hand. The words would make the phrase. “Look into your heart” Conan looked back to Luna and Seven knowing they most likely never knew Shadow or have ever met him. He kneels down not caring what was said into the markings on Charlotte’s hand since it was not his concern. Reaching into his bag he pulled out two red apples that he had been keeping in the back of his bag. As he offered both of the twins a bite to eat. He knew they had not stopped to eat on the journey here.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The children were both surprised to see Conan kneel before them, let alone what he had to offer them from in his bag. Two shiny apples. Both the children had not eaten a thing since leaving Lorewall, and were famished. Seven and Luna both accepted the apples, and happily munched on them, while their mother was composing herself, coming to terms with Shadow’s death. A soft glow came from Charlotte’s hand, and she brought it up before her face, only to see the words, “Look into your heart” then fade to nothing painlessly. Curling her fingers up then flexing them, she realized that the necklace had not only been a gift, a token; it was a way for Shadow to leave a piece of himself behind in her. This in itself brought her comfort, and she wandered back to her children, that were still eating the apples. She offered her hand to Conan, to shake. “I want to thank you…for everything you have done for my children.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan watched the children start to eat the apples he offered them as he gave them a gentle smile knowing he was right. They were in fact hungry as he turned his head to Charlotte who was offering her hand to him as a thank you. As the words came to him in shock “I want to thank you…for everything you have done for my children.” he stood up as he took her offer and gripped her hand firmly shaking her hand.- “Your welcome Charlotte. In the end I feel bad in a sense to have to bring such a message. I hope you have no hard feelings towards me on the matter.” -he knew she was thanking him for helping her children. As he did care about them even if one was a handful. In his own personal senses he was starting to feel the effect of the seal on his chest releasing. Knowing full well when its released he was going to go through pain as he was told. But his own thoughts were it was nothing he couldn’t handle. As such he started to feel something crawling on his chest ignoring it for the time being. As he waited for Charlotte’s response.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- “No hard feelings at all. You brought me news that I would have not heard any other way, and you also reunited me with my children. I can never be angry about that or upset. I hope they weren’t too much of a handful.” Charlotte asked, inwardly knowing that they probably were. “Seven is so much like….yes well, he is a chip off the old block.” She ruffled Seven’s hair and he protested with a mouthful of apple. “Muuuum.” Luna found this amusing and grinned broadly. “Mister Conan has been very good…really good. We even showed him your apartment. That’s how we came to find you. “ Luna said, twisting her right foot in the dirt floor of the tunnel. “You are coming home soon, right? All our brothers and sisters are in the Spire. Things in that city are not good Mum.” She was right about that, but this just strengthened her resolve. “Your siblings are safer there, then anywhere else. We need to get to the summit, and restore the balance. Its why this trek is so important. People down there are acting wierd, aren’t they?” Seven nodded and tossed his apple core over his shoulder. “Aunt Taru is scary. Then again…much of Lorewall is scary at the moment.” Fung Le approached them all from behind and said. “This is why….we trek. All will be revealed at the ritual. Now come, we must get a move on.” With his bo staff in hand, he started off again down the tunnel, with the Shadow wolf in tow. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan smiled at her as she said she wasn’t upset with him.“No hard feelings at all. You brought me news that I would have not heard any other way, and you also reunited me with my children. I can never be angry about that or upset. I hope they weren’t too much of a handful.” his eyes twitched a little at the words as he glanced over at Seven knowing full well what he was capable of. “Seven is so much like….yes well, he is a chip off the old block.” Conan’s one thought of that was in fact he wondered what his father was like knowing this woman was in fact kind yet she had an aura that was demonic. He knew what they were and didn’t care whether they thought of themselves badly. If shadow trusted her then he could as well. Of course the talk about her apartment he could in fact remember that he did sort of redecorated the pent house as his eye twitched again. He knew he should speak up about that until the time was right. The talk of things that things in the city they were in not that long ago was in fact in utter chaos. He sighed as he knew he was going to regret what he was about to say.- “Charlotte I know we have just met and such as I have been taking my own ideas into plan. Since my task is done. I would like to offer my Sword to you as a guardian for Seven and Luna.” -he looked at Charlotte as he figured she would most likely question him as he saw the man start to walk deeper into the tunnels. As he spoke to press forward. Conan knew that she wouldn’t answer him right away as he waited for her to walk forward. So that he may follow.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- The group were on the move, one by one, falling in behind the Master, Fung Le. Charlotte gestured for her children to follow, while keeping in step with Conan, so that they may share a word as they progressed through the tunnels. Clearly, Conan knew what the children and Charlotte actually were, and wondered if he thought ill of that. To her, everyone had a dark side to them, some more prominent than others. While in the guise of the humanoid, the demon within is contained, but when released, the Bebilith are unpredictable, and unruly. Aggressive to the point where they would attack anything in their path. Charlotte adjusted her back pack straps, as she walked with Conan, and listened to his queries about being a guardian to her wayward tykes. Glancing up at Conan with respect she said. “I would be honoured. The children never knew their father…and I know this shows in Seven’s behaviour, always thinking he is the man of the family. He has so much to learn, and many things that only a father figure can provide.” –she then touched his arm, and looked concerned of what she just said. “Oh…don’t think I am..coming on to you or…anything. Right….oh that was embarrassing..” She bit her bottom lip, and then started to walk forward once more, muttering under her breath, about putting her foot in it. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan walked with Charlotte as She answered him that she would in fact be honored to have him be their guardian as he nodded while she continued to ramble a bit about their father never being there for them. He had figured to himself that they really needed someone to be there even if he was just a guardian to them. He could in fact help guide them at the moment he was about to say something in regards to Seven’s mindset She touched his arm as he looked directly at him as he heard her say something rather odd and completely random. “Oh…don’t think I am..coming on to you or…anything. Right….oh that was embarrassing..” his mind went blank in over a couple centuries it has seemed like that she thought she was coming onto him. As he looked straight forward not commenting on the topic of her even flirting with him. His face went a little red since of course he didn’t see her like that. He did open his mouth as he said – “I have had worse…” -he knew he has had worse things said before yet again he was hoping to find out more about this trek since he only knew about a few things.- “so what is this trek about anyways? I understand the zombies and all but I would like to know more of what’s going on”
CharlotteCarrendar: – .- “so what is this trek about anyways? I understand the zombies and all but I would like to know more of what’s going on” Charlotte was surprised he understood the zombies, cause she still hadn’t found out what had caused that. But what was more pressing, was understanding the Trek. As they walked, Charlotte explained. “Back in china town, there was a young servant boy, who aided Fung Le in his home. On a visit to his house, a creature tried to attack me, and the boy took the blast, killing him. The fountain of tears turned to blood, and the boy’s body was taken by the dragons of the river to the summit temple, where he will be raised to new life. There is a shift in the balance, due to the sacrifice of an innocent, to save a demon from harm. But not only that, the boy was special. A guardian, whose role in this life was taken from him before time. Now we trek to the boy, to reach the summit, and have Fung Le perform the rites. It is why Lorewall is so topsy turvey. It is why demons are not acting like they should. When the ritual happens, everything will be as it was…and should be.” She hoped this enlightened him, as she continued to walk along the tunnel.<3>
TheGorya: -Conan listened to Charlotte as she started to explain as she started to come around to the full circle of why they are doing this. His mind raised many theories of what was ahead of him not only was that they were going to a temple but one that had spiritual power. Conan didn’t understand why he was always somehow connected to something that deals with the spiritual world. He nodded as he said.- “so basically the boy is something that shouldn’t have been killed. Yet even in the end it seems balance is harder to keep. For as long as I have been alive everywhere I have been balance is always the first thing to go. What a paradox we live in.” -he shook his head as he started to sound like his father. As he ran his hand over brisinger as for once the sword would start to hum a melody that Conan hasn’t heard before. Its tune was sweet and blissful as it played out. The melody was like a song that moaned out to someone. Conan could only help but say.- “This is sword is starting to get annoying with its random melody’s.”
MrObserver: Carbon fiber layered upon bio-metal skin, mechanical organic internal organs, and birthed from the depths of underground omniscience communities… the creation who’d been dubbed SPX-1070-XX-0 before the project took place, had been roaming through the multi-verse for over close to a seven centuries. All this time X70 had been advancing his combat skills and knowledge of the inner working of the multi-verse and its inhabitants. Still, even after seven hundred years, X70, was still surprised by how well the individuals of the multi-verse advanced technologically. Hell, though he was seven years old, X70 was still very much ahead of his time. Bio-metal and Organs that would repair themselves upon damage just as any organic beings body would, but with one or two things he’d still never came upon… Diseases and poisons would hold no effect to such a bodily support system. Through his travels, X70 had heard of a similar creation in the universe, 2E. With such rumors spreading, he’d just have to look into the origins… The origins of M.E.R.C.Y., a being whom sat upon the planet, Nemaues and in the area of Lorewall, X70 had taken off into the vast reaches of space in his home universe of, EGC-3. With a slip into sub space and onto the fabrics of a quantum blanket, X70 lingered as his internal H.U.D (Integrated into the retinas of his eyes) Locked onto the energy signature of, E2. With the sudden jump into warp time, a sudden scream in the sword which rested, strapped on his back was released as he tore through the blanket and into the reality of, universe 2E. Once again, he’d be lingering in the depths of space far from the planet, Nemaues. Close to the epicenter of the “Big Bang” that had created the systems which lay floating in the “infinity” called Space, X70 once again relied on his H.U.D to track the energy signatures rumored to be of great warriors on a planet dubbed, Nemaues. Another jump into warp time, and X70 was gazing down upon the planet his adventure was going to begin on… Atmosphere was going to burn at him, but he wanted to make an entrance nevertheless, he wouldn’t have to worry heavily, the power stored within his sword would ensure his recovery after he landed. “Mercy, I hope you are what they tell of….” With a kick of his right foot against the nothingness of space behind it, X70 rocketed towards the outlands of the area known as, Lorewall. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – “A singing sword?” Charlotte could hear the sound herself, and then found it amusing. “You know, I read a tale, of my Mother being whacked over the head by a lute. Musical instruments, can pack a punch.” She was actually telling the truth, for Captain had tried to calm Lorelei, Charlotte’s mother, and he used a Lute to do it. Not very romantic, but then again, it might of been better than having to put up with his singing. Charlotte was interested however in Conan’s take of the effects of all walks of life when the balance is disrupted. “For everything good in this world, there has to be bad. Perfection is a pipe dream, and we can’t have sweet kisses and flowers all the time. In some cases conflict is how we learn to deal with others. Then again, this shift may have created a bigger issue with those that seek to go to war. Chaos having the upper hand.” Charlotte was curious of how Conan came to Lorewall, and she sensed he was not actually from their world. “I hate to be rude, but…you’re not human, that is clear. What are you exactly?” :: (Lorewall 2E) M.E.R.C.Y was standing outside the Fuyu No arashi headquarters once more. For some reason, she was drawn back to this place, over and over again. Like a pilgrimage of sorts, this was where life as Natasha, ended in a sense. The cyborg was without direction, the relics collected, but P.A.I.N was now gone, and once again she was in need of direction. A lost cyborg at this time…was a dangerous thing indeed. Old newspapers swirled about the footpath where she stood, her platinum blonde locks gently being blown about her face. Left eye running streams of data, as she stared at the white flower symbol of the clan, the only thing she found solace in. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan heard that Charlotte found his singing sword interesting as he tapped the hilt of his blade to have it stop. As he said. To her- “yes it is a singing sword.” -he heard her continue on the tale of her mother being smacked with a lute as he smirked trying not to laugh out at it as he listen to her agreeing about what she said while his sword had kept playing the melody. They walked as a few moments pasted by as he knew the question was bound to come up soon or later. As she asked boldly what was he. He sighed as he said to her- “Well I guess the way to explain what I am is that I am in fact something that even predates most demons. My kind are called Sound spirit wolves, we are the original Cherokee Indians that communed with the spirits. We are wolves in our soul and can transform into that however. Our normal form is in fact human like. You most likely never have heard about it due to the fact I am the last of my kin. A war broke out before your time I guess you would say most of my kin were killed. Instead over the time I was a time ward to the wolf god until recently I was released from the service. From being a time ward I was pushed forward through different worlds to help keep balance and keep those that would harm peace with other worlds.” -he touched his right shoulder as he felt a slight pain in it as he cracked his neck walking deeper into the tunnels as he tried to keep himself from acknowledging that something was wrong as he hoped Charlotte was able to follow along with his explanation of what he was
DarksiedtheLegend: -As M.E.R.C.Y. stared at the white flower symbol of the clan would she have the opportunity to spot one of the more hidden members of the Fuyu no arashi clan board members. The supposed head of Agriculture within the Fuyu no arashi clan as the board member heavily armored limousine make it stop in front of the Fuyu no arashi main headquarters while normally guards should be rushing out of the building and make a defensive line around the limousine to secure and prevent anyone from making an attempt on the life of their precious board member ironically no guard came out of the building. The reason for that became clear the instant a van drove up beside the limousine and from the vans’ backdoors jumped out two men dressed in black trench coats, black hats, black full masks, black gloves, black pants and black boots as the two men stared at the streets for awhile before quickly shifting their attentions back to the limousine as one of the men stood near the side walk facing the limousine while the other man stood on the street in front of the limousine grasping his right arm and checking the streets left to right and back again all the while only edging his body just by a bit. As the man beside the limousine finally opened the limousine door and opened it wide enough as the mysterious board member finally stepped out of his vehicle. The board member has a square metallic head with antennas sticking out where ears are supposed to be, red light bulbs for eyes, a flashing litho for a mouth and a accordion style bellows for a neck. His body was made of pure steel with various colored bulbs, a four holes on his chest and knobs on his body, his arms while metal had an accordion style bellows to hid the joints of his elbows and for hands and for hands a yellow metallic robotic claws. His legs also melt and had the same accordion style bellows to hide his knee joints and finally for his feet metallic shoes. As this strange looking robot would then slowly makes its way up the steps did the limousine drive away into the underground garage of the Fuyu no arashi building which ironically the underground garage was rarely used by anyone as the limousine drove away did the man on the street began to walk backwards but each step this man takes had an eerie thud to each step as the second man would rush up the steps to open the lobby door for the robotic board member as the robotic board member took its sweet time to get up each step did the first man walked backwards to cover the rear of the board member always looking out towards the street , checking the buildings before waiting for the board member to make it to the top of the steps as the board member then took a couple of steps it glanced briefly on M.E.R.C.Y before entering the lobby as the two men in black then followed suit. The robotic board member then approached the security guard to speak with him as the security guard just looked up and said –(Security guard)”He is waiting for you in the special floor.” –As the security guard placed a card key on the desk as one of the men in black took the card and rushed to the elevators before stopping to notice that the elevator doors had opened up and out came a man dressed in a blue tuxedo, blue turban and a sapphire resting on the turban make his way out of the elevator as the robotic board member looked at this man with red light bulbs before the robot flashing litho came to life with a robotic voice-(?)”GREETINGS…SAND.” –To which the man in the blue turban and tuxedo just replied with a grin on his face as he bowed-(Sand)”Domo arigato Mister Roboto” ((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cShYbLkhBc music for the occasion)) –To which the robotic board member just responded-(?)”NO…NEED…FOR…CLICHES.” –Sand would just smile before responding back-(Sand)”Its procedure Mister Roboto…Don’t worry they are waiting for you in the room.” -As Sand would notice M.E.R.C.Y staring before patting Mister Roboto as he then walked to her.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – “Sound spirit wolves?” Charlotte hadn’t heard of these kind of spirits before, nor was she familiar with the Cherokee Indians. The sad part, was that he was probably the last of his kind, travelling through the ages, and taking up his quests, that had led him to her in Fjelding Mountains with her children. A guardian in truth. Though he was different to other wolves, such as the Shadow Wolf, whom Charlotte was yet to understand fully. Trying to imagine Conan as a large wolf didn’t seem to fit him, but it is not the packaging that one must worry about; it’s what lay beneath the surface. Charlotte was pleased with his explanation of his race, and how he came to be in Lorewall. However, she did notice how he cracked his neck, and appeared to be troubled by something., she just couldn’t put her finger on it. “I’m sorry to ask, but is something wrong?” :: (Lorewall 2E) Standing still beside a light pole on the opposite side of the street, a procession rolled up. A limousine and then a large van. Someone of importance was to visit the Fuyu no arashi this day, but who this time? M.E.R.C.Y kept her eyes peeled, and zoomed in to see, of all things, a robotic man step from the limousine. He looked like something from a fifties horror sci fi movie, so very strange, and M.E.R.C.Y was curious, wanting to find out more about him, before laying eyes on Sand. Ah yes, her memory banks could not wash him away. What with his turban, and the shining stone that set it off, as well as wearing a tuxedo during the day. Eccentric, but he knew much of the nation of Nemaues. When she watched him walking towards her, she knew it was best to head for him, to meet half way. “Sand….we meet again.”- she said, watching the Robotic man enter the building. M.E.R.C.Y’s left eye glowed fiercely and she cocked her head just slightly, before uttering. “Cyborgs..replace men?” <3>
MrObserver: Through the atmosphere he rushed, particles blaring around his. X70 knew it was time to unsheathe the massive sword, which rested on his back, and so with a twist of his body; forcing the sword to be the direct reflection of the barrage of friction. X70 took hold of the hilt and wrenched it out from his resting spot. “Surf the winds…” X70 had chuckled to himself, as he weaved around the blade and placed his feet upon the broad side of the blade that was blank. He took his stance, and started to direct the makeshift air board. On the side, which was taking the major deal of the frictions attack, the engraving had started to glow cheery red, as the rest of blade remained cool. (The outer layer is composed of a ceramic/titanium composite. Sprayed on much like Rhino lining is, applied to the beds of trucks.) Though this was an uncommon method for X70 to land on the planet, it was the one method with allowed him a single bit of entertainment. With the air pocketing beneath the blades broad side catching fire as it rushed by him, the now made plasma left his entrance looking more like a meteor entering through the planet’s atmosphere. Level after level, X70 raced through as he directed his course toward the city of Lorewall. Previous entries had left him with the knowledge it was best to land in a large body of water, than dry land…. Or in a desert. Yep, X70 loved the idea of being covered in glass… Just loved it. The very idea of being on display on a glass prison was so enticing, he’d just have to make sure it happened one day.. Scare the kids that would be looking at him as he was, displayed as some sort of museums centre attraction. But whatever, and crashing into the ground would have been just a great… Leaving a massive crater for people to question? Yeah, that didn’t seem like the best idea, not at all. All the while he’d been debating how to land, X70 hadn’t noticed the scrap that was hung on his swords hilt. He shrugged it off with a chuckle. “Must have been some kind of UAV attack drone I hit and didn’t even notice.” As the distance indicator popped warning him to brace for impact appeared, X70 drew upon his dumbass lucky draw and smiled. “Five hundred feet and closing.” An internal voice rang as he kept his cool and watched as the blue waters neared. Leaning back, as to provide an angle for landing, the blade he rode touched down with the tip of the sword and skimmed across the waters much like a surfboard. Water kicked up, causing the spectrum to shine through the millions of droplets tossed up into the air from the landing. ((In reality, this would be a fuck you to physics.)) Only a mile out from land, the landing had still given him enough energy to propel the blade forward, and soon he would reach a place to step foot<E>
TheGorya: -Conan saw she was confused of the term of course she seemed to understand for the most. He started to explain a little bit of the what really they were.- “The sound spirit wolves are different as you understand from what I had just said. However there is one thing you must know. That with in the body of my race as the correct term Cherokee sound wolf are able to commune with sound using it as a weapon. To keep the body from tearing itself apart naturally we keep sound vibrating throughout the body to keep weight pressure to stay grounded. The vibrating sound the runs through the body isn’t controllable. By younglings within the pack then again to be able to stop the sound would be dangerous. Yet so many theories in the many years have been raised of who we can naturally control sound without being able to use air as the original base property to the source. Other tend to think that we are blessed by the gods.” -he stopped as she asked him a question “I’m sorry to ask, but is something wrong?” he didn’t want to admit it as he said.- “well its nothing really I am sure it will stop soon.” -he rubbed his shoulder feeling something move as the gap on his sleeve to his glove something black moved across his skin without him even noticing.-
DarksiedtheLegend: -Sand would smile directly at M.E.R.C.Y as she made that he then spoke-(Sand)”Ahh M.E.R.C.Y. or do you prefer Natasha…Ahh no my dear…Mister Roboto is a pure machine…no organics in him at all. He leads the Fuyu no arashi division of agriculture and he proves it even when surrounded by warring states but enough of mister Roboto its time you started learning about the Fuyu no arashi clan as a whole…Security, get my private limo.” (Security guard)”Sure thing, Mister Sand.” –As the two would wait as the security guard called for Sand’s private limousine as Sand then continued to ask M.E.R.C.Y. various questions-(Sand)”So how was your stay at the Oasis? Did you enjoy your car? Oh here it is the limo care for a ride? It’s much more private than in the building, why not you tag along with me?” –As a black tinted limousine came up to the Fuyu no arashi clan’s main headquarters as Sand would exit the lobby and made his way towards the limousine where the chauffer quickly opened the limousine door as Sand quickly entered before waiting for M.E.R.C.Y to enter the limousine with him as he waited patiently. All the while Mister Roboto was making his way into the elevator as he enter did the elevator closed.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- “well its nothing really I am sure it will stop soon.” Conan said, to allay Charlotte’s concern, however, he mentioned “it” and grabbed at his shoulder. Charlotte actually found this curious, and then noticed a dark shadow beneath his shirt. She gasped loudly, taking off her boot and with careful aim, she said. “Don’t move…I got this!” With the force of one pretty fired up lady, she propelled the shoe heel at the dark spot, to crush it beneath her steel caps. :: (Lorewall 2E) Sand seemed delighted to see M.E.R.C.Y again, and was full of questions, as well as answers about the robot that had entered the Fuyu no arashi headquarters. All machine, and was in charge of agriculture. Interesting. But this day history was to repeat. Sand asked her to step into the limo, that he had called, and wished for her to get in. The limo pulled up beside them, and M.E.R.C.Y responded point blank to his questions. “Oasis…was good. …I like my car.” Fast and furious, the cyborg spat out the answers, before getting into the back of the limo. When seated she watched Sand closely. He always intrigued her, and she was about to find out what he had in store for her, this time around. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan was walking before he knew it Charlotte took her boot off and had a grip on his shoulder. She swung the steel cap on his forearm as it was like hitting metal and against metal the way it felt. As he looked at her saying- “What the hell are you trying to do? Break my arm?- he growled a bit still trying to figure out what she was doing. His growl became a instant yell as he fell forward on about to drop the ground as he grabbed his chest in pain. It was the seal on his chest trying to unlock itself from the body to fully release his body to this era. As he couldn’t bare the pain any longer. The black shape moved from the spot it was in and back into his shirt sleeve.-
DarksiedtheLegend: As the limousine door was shut did the chauffeur returned to the driver’s seat and the limousine began to move as Sand then began to talk-(Sand)”You see when you left for one of your vacations, I was in quite a pickle with whether or not you were a good investment at all and whether or not Johnny Star did a good job of training you…So now is the time when whether or not you are still useful cause this absences leave a very bad impression but since you are back I could sweep that under the rug.” –As the limousine would pass Burger man as the burger joint had many signs reading out under new management as Sand pointed out the burger joint before saying-(Sand)”You remember this place burgerman or what not, the burger joint that went bankrupt because of food poisoning claims or was it tainted meat… well Johnny Star decided to try and save it and used his paychecks to buy the franchise…He even planned to change it so the whole Burgerman might come back or Starburgers…I think that is what he is trying to call it but anyway with Johnny Star busy I have decided to train you myself.”-As the limousine passed the Telsa Teknos headquarters or known as The Rave club, on the dance floor the lights shined brightly and radiantly as many men and women start to dance as the music would boom out at through the stereos as several members of the Telsa Teknos seems to be enjoying themselves by partying and drinking would Sand point out his lesson for today -(Sand)” Now the lesson for today is ranking system….I am pretty sure you know how this lesson is going to go but I am going to enlighten you even more….Now for an easy and smooth lesson I am going to use the Telsa Teknos as my example. You have seen the leader of the Telsa Teknos the multitalented and number one leading talent searcher Silver, will for the time being lets place him on top of his own triangle for the time being now underneath him is his number two the beautiful Nicky and equally talented as a musician now underneath them is the number three of his group those are usually the club owner of the Rave and now since Silver’s intergratation of the special street teams in Lorewall the so called Purple Octis, Black widow spiders, Southern Cross, Junk dogs, Telsa Knights, The silver wolves, Ratatoskr, Scrappers, Death phantoms, The blue moon and Overdrive leaders take up that spot as well. The number four consists of special members of the group and number five and lower are the so called combined team mates and comrades of the Telsa Teknos as a whole or as it’s known on the street as the foot soldiers but since he has moved up in the world and has captured the attention of the board members and has been named a board member as well as head of the multimedia corporation within the Fuyu no arashi clan…since he is no longer one of my head subordinates I need someone talented to take his and it just might be you…”
CharlotteCarrendar:- – “What the hell are you trying to do? Break my arm?- Conan explained, hurling himself to the ground, writhing in what appeared to be pain. Charlotte dropped her boot and ran to his side, the others turning back to see if he was okay. “I’m sorry…I thought it was a bug.” Which was pretty rich, coming from her. “What’s wrong? Please, let me help you up?”- Charlotte cried, while the children knelt down. Seven showed true fear, worried about Conan. “Mister Conan…are you having a heart attack?” Luna started to cry. “He’s not dying is he?” :: (Lorewall 2E) Getting in the limousine, M.E.R.C.Y keeps quiet at first, as Sand lets her know that her vacation had caused her to lose her place and the faith in her. Passing the Burger man, Sand also explains that Johnny Star was now in the burger flipping business. Everyone it seemed was moving up through the ranks, even Silver from the Electrodome. Everything about rising within the Fuyu no arashi was about making it up the ranking system, to show your worth to those on the board. Question was, would the cyborg partake? “What is required Sand, to be the head subordinate?” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan couldn’t hear anyone with all the pain that had been rushing to his chest as he gripped his jacket as the zipper came unzipped and he threw it off. He quickly grabbed his chest again as black sting like ink stings around his visible skin now that his jacket was no longer visible it seem something that was on his skin was moving as if it was a living tattoo of some sort. He tired to bare the pain as most men would have begged for death by now. Conan just wanted it to stop whatever pain this was it wasn’t something he had in mind. He was trying to pull his shirt off clawing at it but his gloves were still on his hands no claws yet barely able to move his arms to pull it off. He was starting to loose his on vision in sight as his fist closed against his shirt. His body was shaking as if he was in fear the pain was effecting him more than he knew. He could see the look on Luna’s and Seven’s face as he didn’t like that they had to him like this.-
DarksiedtheLegend: -Sand would think for awhile as the limousine drove away from the Rave club before he spoke-(Sand)”Before I relied on Helmet, Kane and Silver to be my attack units when the time calls for it…I always believe in the power of three but right now I’m missing one ever since Silver has moved up a rank in the Fuyu no arashi clan and its only a matter of time before he moves further away and stop being one of my attack units and start being his own man. That is where you come in M.E.R.C.Y or Natasha…you didn’t gave me an answer to what you prefer to be called…-The limousine would then pass the hang out of the Avenging Angels, the bar called the Sanctuary as Sand pointed it out-(Sand)”Now as you can tell by the workings of the Telsa Teknos would relatively mean that the ranking system for the Avenging Angels would also be similar but this group has different ranking system for at the top of the ranking system should have an official head president of the group unfortunately the Avenging Angels didn’t follow that standard rank system. So instead they got the original founding members of their group as their leader, you know Helmet, Larry, Omega Rudy, Alex Dino, The Russian, Patrick and so on and so forth well apart from the top ranking positions being a mess, the lower ranks would follow the same pattern as the Telsa Teknos ranking system. So you can see from their arrangement that any of the founding members can be the leader at any given time…there are challenges and votes to change the leaders within their ranks but in the end the majority members of the Avenging Angel agree that someone with experience is fit to lead…Do not underestimate them while some people just sees them as rowdy motorcycle enthusiasts, they are actually quite good in what they do and they might be the only group in Nemaeus that has actual military training so they are dangerous just not as dangerous as real soldiers but trained as one well except Helmet he used to be a soldier of Nemaeus. Now where were we ahh yes I need you to grow and become one of my attack units. I know it will be hard since you don’t have anyone beside you or even belong to a group so going up the ranks should be difficult any questions about that? ”
Damned Bard: Zypherion, Tales of the Prophets of Doom Episode 3: The Ten Orphans of Fate
Writers
XymmerickZypherus
CharlotteCarrendar
LadyBelz
XymmerickZypherus: ::Five years had passed since the arrival of Varkas, Atlas, Greedo, and the hooded girl who called herself Farasa which the boys soon learned was not her true name. Along the way they met more Orphans of the campaigns of the Grand Knights merciless slaughter on the alliance. Amongst their little clan of revenge boiling children came six others. Kurrai whom wasn’t necessarily and Orphan but chose to join due to not agreeing with her father the High Councilor’s rule over the alliance. Then joined Lancet, Opilus, Yito, Kindler, and Maxi. These ten for the last five years had studied in ancient arts and sciences. And one day when all of them gathered the crystallite being appeared from the little box they had hidden.:: (Being) “Hail. You ten who have been chosen to stop the ravaging path of the enemy-” (Atlas) “Silence. You who brought us here for your damned fate. We have chosen our own path. We only need you for that goal.” (Being) “…Very well. Your wishes are my command as I am obliged to such…” (Greedo) “That was easy eh Atlas?” (Atlas) “Not too hard considering what High Councilor Prideon had given us so many years ago about the Asa. Apparently somewhere hidden a group of beings known as the Siber Elves exist solely for protecting the dragon Asafaf and the Asa Crystals.” (Varkas) “And we shall wipe them out and end this damned war of unnecessary casualties.” (Being) “….I beg of you not to follow that path or you will end up like Tyrus…” (Atlas) “Hush and speak no more until we request it of ye!” (Being) “Very well.” ::A single tear falls from the crystal being’s cheek as it shrinks back into its box. The ten begin to discuss plans to destroy the world of Spala hidden in a place called the 83rd parallel dimension which was a very hard to reach place even distorting time relative to the fact that the light their hid the direction of anything within that reality. Amidst this C.O. Reddix comes rushing in.:: (C.O. Reddix) “You ten. Pack your things and leave the planet at once!” (Atlas) “Why?” (C.O. Reddix) “The men in white armor are approaching with many ships. The final showdown is coming. The armies for the alliance have all amassed here.” (atlas) “Ohoho. Wonderful. A fitting end to the Blasphemous Alliance.” (Greedo) “I hope it’s a spectacular light show.” (Varkas) “This should allow us with the missing data ha!” (C.O. Reddix) “I hope you all burn for eternity! Hateful beings you are…” (Varkas) “We’ll see you there…” ::Suddenly. Varkas stands and shoves a ten inch dagger through Reddix’s stomach. Reddix’s eyes open wide before he falls to the floor with a look of shock.:: (Atlas) “And so begins our ascent into freedom, and our descent into hell. Let us be off.” ::The ten had made prior plans to board a hidden shuttle off world. And head to the mountains to take that shuttle.::
CharlotteCarrendar: - The imperial fleet of the Grand Knights was now amassing in a flotilla that was to rival any that was about to lay waste to a planet. The one that was in the radar sights of the lead ship: Trimorness had all its shields up, and at the helm, the Commander Zur was drumming his clawed hands upon the arm rests. All about him, the command bridge crew worked tirelessly, all in preparation to start the invasion. Wearing his ceremonial flight attire, the Lord in white, with bars for service to the the King were in rows across the left of his chest. “Bring up comms with His Highness. This is to be a proud day for the Grand Knights order. ALL HAIL!” The Commander punched his fist upon the right side of his chair and grinned with a wide smile. The Captain in charge of comms, tapped in the signals code to bring up a holographic image of his highness, King Tyrus. The Commander saluted and then spoke with authority. “We are just about to enter the atmosphere of the planet, and are awaiting your word. I trust you wish to watch as we crush the weak fools that hide on the planet below. The King’s form wavered as it was only a simple hologram but you could not mistake his voice, when he began to speak. “Ah…good Commander. Inform all in the fleet, to send down the first attack wave. A glorious day for the Grand Knights and a restoring of order in the systems.” The Commander barked at his crew. “All ships to now prepare for battle. Commence landing. ALL SHIPS…WE INVADE AND DESTROY THE HEATHENS!” A cheer rose up from the bridge and on the other vessels, as all blazed towards the planet on mass. <3>
LadyBelz: They called her Farasa…but it was not her true name. They were tapped to be warriors to the chaos. But she did not feel as if she would be successful. Yet everything she held dear seemed to be on the brink of destruction, but she couldn’t muster the anger she should have felt. She remained silent as the others held council before the crystallite being that had called them together. Listening as the others made plans for some kind of cosmic showdown with the ships that hovered somewhere above them. Watching the being as it shed a single tear, she began to feel some sort of kinship with him…it…whatever it happened to be. Was all this destruction necessary? It was beginning to seem that way and she felt as if she were a small ship, lost in a large storm at sea. She opened her mouth, every instinct screaming that she needed to be the voice of reason, a beacon of good and light…but to her horror, she heard herself say: “Who dies first?”
XymmerickZypherus: ::H.C. Prideon curses as the alarms in the city go off. A guard comes running in.:: (Guard) “Sir. Reporting! Pvt. Asrin Sir!” (Prideon) “Silence fool. No time for rank pleasantries! We’re at war! Now where is Reddix and my daughter Kurrai?!?!” (Pvt. Asrin) “Sir, um…Well your daughter is reported to be travelling with nine others whom are all dressed in black…four of whom are the ones who originally held the crystal…and Reddix was found dead…” (Prideon) “I see…so they finally show their colours. Damn fools. They have damned us all!” ::Prideon slams his fist through the table as his razor sharp scales cut through the wood. He glares at Pvt. Asrin.:: (Prideon) “General Asrin Alert all troops with camouflage ships to commence counter attack!” (Pvt. Asrin) “Gen-gen-general sir?!?!” (Prideon) “Yes I said general what are you waiting fro alert the command!” (Genral Asrin) “Yes sir right away!” ::Asrin runs off to the console room to comm the counter attack. Prideon stares at the sky dotted with the massive white ships who called doom upon the Alliance Capital.:: (Prideon) “What does the gods of this realm plan to do with these ten…” ::The comm reaches all ships in the atmosphere that were cloaked.:: (General Asrin) “All units this is the new General Asrin Commence operation Uto Mock! I report Operation Uto Mock!” ::The ships confirm as suddenly hundreds of war fleets appear in between the Grand Knight fleet and the Planet. They begin shooting laser cannons as they pick off ships at random aiming at the enemies drop ship carriers. On the world below the military began evacuating personnel, but leaving civilians. All the while, Atlas grins. He hears Farasa say ‘who dies first?’:: (Atlas) “Having no doubts eh Farasa? You were always the cruelest of us…heartless shrew you are ha!” (Greedo) “We can answer who dies first it should be obvious!” (Varkas) “The sinners of the alliance. Do you not rmemeber five years ago this scenario Farasa? When the grand knights attacked and when people fled the Alliance didn’t save pods but aimed at the enemy. The Valiance only protects what will profit it. Fools they deserve destruction.” ::and with that the ship carrying the ten camouflaged and ascended into space to watch the spectacle to take place.:: (Atlas, Greedo, and Varkas) “This is war. The only path to redemption.”
CharlotteCarrendar: The sheer size of the fleet was beyond belief, and even the ideals of those that were awaiting the first drop ships, would be in awe as the planet would become completely surrounded by not just the command ships, but smaller cruisers and battle barges. The Grand Knights had pulled in all their resources, for this was to be a win, for the White. No mistaking this as a show of force without an iron fist. They came with intent; to leave nothing standing. The first wave ships, with front shields up were now breaching the atmosphere, with their front sections glowing red hot, as they rocketed towards the open plains, while others targeted the cities, with massive ion cannons, to destabilize all electrical sources, and thus knock out vital services, such as electrical and communication grids. To turn the world blind and deaf. Blasts rocketed from massive armed cannons, while some ships sustained damage from enemy fire, they were on orders not to return home if they failed. The sky was now blanketed with the enemy ships, while a smug looking Commander chortled- “This will be a day, long remembered by the Grand Knights.” <3>
XymmerickZypherus: ::Asrin comes running in:: (Asrin) “Sire the communications are down….we’re blind…” (Prideon) Those damned whites….” ::Prideon sighs as he looks at the fire lighting the skies and the approaching ships. He saw some of his own fleet become blasted as their remains shattered and tore the scape. He drags his claws along the wood causing an awful noise. Asrin covers his ears.:: (Prideon.) “Set off the flares to signal the use of the Cavalry Cannon.” (Asrin) “Sir! Thats futile! That’ll take half the planet with it.” (Prideon) “As long as the personnel escape I have no quarrel. I have no concern for the lesser persons and civilians. All that matters are the bureaucrats/” (Asrin) “I understand Sire!” ::Asrin signals to the crew outside who let off a blue flare. There’s a red flare in response some many miles away as suddenly from the atmosphere ships see a blue circle form around the capital city which was at least in size 500 miles long. This ring began to pulse widely. As radio signals began to freak. This doomesday cannon was preparing to let loose merciless fury. The ten orphans watch and grin:: (Atlas) “Ah. Who’s the lesser evil here?” (Greedo) “Neither. They’re both enemies of ours.” (Varkas) “and as enemies they must perish.”
CharlotteCarrendar:- The first of the drop ships, landed, and their massive cargo doors opened to reveal ground offensive vehicles, that rolled out in a steady stream, with pilots on plasma pulse guns, that fired willy nilly at anything that moved. Cackling and singing their anthem, they were formidable, to the populace that was now trying to flee the onslaught. Smaller drone craft were zipping about the sky, targeting housing complexes as well as transport bays. They had no regard for life or the sake of humanity. In the skies, the fleets were now moving to hover over the bigger cities, with warp cannons, gearing up to make massive strikes against military targets and government agencies. The flares sent up by the resistance, set off alarms on the radars, and the Commander peered into the screen that hovered about his torso. “They are preparing to respond!….Fire all weapons…burn them to the ground. Decimate the enemy where they stand!” <3>
Roleplay Live : The Carrendar Dynasty : Trek to the Summit Merge/ Fjelding Mountains 2E Time line
Writers
TheGorya
CharlotteCarrendar
MrObserver
TheGorya: -Conan could smell not just Charlotte in the tunnels but something else. He could even tell if something was moving for once he could feel that he was being watched by something in the shadows. He looked at the wall as he saw the teeth marks. He didn’t know what could even do something like that. Even though there was a zombie in the camp right outside the tunnels his thought were that there might be more. He looked to Seven and Luna as he said.- “i think that we should move with caution since I am sure we are not the only one looking for your mother.” -he took another smell as he pointed straight forward down the tunnel as he said.- “Do you hear anything?” -he could not just smell but hear some strange noise but couldn’t make it out then it was gone in his perception of hearing. He walked forward down the tunnel knowing he was heading in the right direction as he started to gag at the different smells he was getting trying to stay focused on Charlotte.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Whirring of gears, the heavy pound of the spear like legs of the monster battle droid resonated throughout the tunnels, causing bits of rock to splinter from the rock walls, and fall down in small pieces. You could hear the tink tink, of the rock, making its mark on the massive metal armour plated thorax of the super spider, while the smaller micro version skuttled along the floor of the tunnel, beeping and chittering as it picked up on movement from further up. Whistles and clicks, then sounded back to its giant counterpart, who nodded its oversized head in agreement. This tunnel was not safe, by any standards. The large beam lights that flooded the cave, bathing it in artificial light, displayed the teeth marks that were all the way around the hollowed out tunnel. Luna tread carefully, trying to avoid tripping over the smaller rocks and debris left by the miners. There was a foul scent in the air, and Seven wrinkled up his nose, whilst Luna tried to cover her nose with her hand. “Pong…smells worse than Grandad Baldrick on the dunny.” Seven cried, blinking as his eyes started to water. Conan also pointed out something else; “Do you hear anything?” The twins stopped in their tracks, straining to hear the sound that Conan asked about. Seven shrugged and replied casually; “Sounds like..digging.” Luna had to agree and then she tugged on Conan’s arm lightly. “Do you think Zombie miners would still be working…or looking for victims?” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan listened and for sure it was picking but something wasn’t right as Luna asked so boldly a solid question to him “Do you think Zombie miners would still be working…or looking for victims?” he knew about zombies but working he thought to himself ‘is this kid for really? Easy Conan she is just a kid she wouldn’t know that they crave for flesh and brain.’ he smiled at her as he said in a comforting tone.- “don’t worry Luna they are brainless body’s I wont let them harm you or your brother….” -he shot a look at Seven with a glare to not do anything reckless or be a smart ass. At this point that’s the last thing Conan needed Seven doing something that could get himself killed. He knew that he was twelve but it didn’t matter he was old enough to know that he needs to pay attention and listen. Weather Seven even understood this was beside the point Conan wouldn’t give a chance to do something that could potential get them all killed. He turned his focus back to the tunnel as he spoke out to both of them.- “we need to keep moving we don’t know if this tunnel will hold and for how long is questionable. Let’s make haste but keep your eyes peeled.” -he continued down the tunnel trying to keep his sense of smell open. His aura sensing would do him no good in this place even so the dead have no aura other than a white complex. Which makes it hard to tell what is really dead and what is walking.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Unbeknownst to Conan and the children, they were heading into the mining operation of Jim, who had started these mines years ago, after a grant from Charlotte to start a new life on Nemaues. The heavy clink of picks striking rock, and the groan of the dead, that were still working the mine would be an errie sight to those that chanced upon them. Up to one hundred zombie miners were up ahead, dressed in torn clothing, and missing limbs, that were scattered around at their feet. The mine carts still operated, and the miners were loading the carts with a special rock, that glowed a bright green colour. Like crystals, but the smell it gave off was vile. Back at the point in the tunnel where our intrepid adventurers were, Conan was having to deal with a cheeky tomboy, who was giving his sister a bit of a fright with what lay ahead. “we need to keep moving we don’t know if this tunnel will hold and for how long is questionable. Let’s make haste but keep your eyes peeled.” Seven went crosseyed, and started to walk oddly, just to be a nuisance, but then tripped over a large piece of the crystallized rock. “Oomph!” he exclaimed, landing in the soft flooring of the tunnel. Luna knelt down and picked up the crystal, holding it in her hands, and offering it to Conan. “What is this? Is this an emerald?” She asked. It was the size of a man’s fist. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan heard Seven fall after trying to be a little shit he was. When he turned around looking to see what Luna was holding it was glowing green and the smell something he had never came in contact with before. He took the rock seeing it was as big as his hand as he heard Luna ask “What is this? Is this an emerald?” he looked at her as he said shaking his head.- “No, emerald doesn’t give off a smell like that.” -he took another good smell of it as he gagged placing his hand over his nose as he dropped about ready to vomit worse than he did in the city. As he shook his head violently trying to clear his mind as he sniffed. His eyes were watering from the burning vile smell that was coming from the rock. As he said. In a very deaf tone.- “yea, its not emerald something else. I am unsure what it is but it’s smells worse than dead body that’s been laying in the sun for three days” -he looked at Seven as he wondered if the boy hurt himself already.- “you alright there turbo?” -Looking at him laying on the floor.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Seven drew his face out of the dust and spat out a mouthful before uttering to the ever present Conan. “Oh sure…I love to go ass over tit in a spooky mine.” Sarcastic as ever. Seven scrambled to his feet, only to turn and see Luna handing Conan the large jade coloured crystal rock. “Oi! I found that first!” –he exclaimed, since he had tripped over it. But when Conan dropped the foul smelling rock on the ground, he wrinkled up his nose at the odour. “Poooh. Changed my mind…you can keep that sample. Poooie!”- Seven waved his hand in front of his nose dramatically. Dusting himself off Seven then had a thought. “Wait…if this is a smelly rock, then…something smelly must have made it..right?” Luna peeked past Seven, and could see a filtering of light coming from deeper in the tunnel. “Maybe..there are good miners that can tell us what this rock really is?” It was a thought, but still, they hadn’t found hide or hair of their mother yet, and she was still down there. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan saw Seven stick his nose up at the find of course the little tike needed a lesson like that. He smirked as he caught himself from vomiting again. He heard “Maybe..there are good miners that can tell us what this rock really is?” doubtful in his mind but of course there was a possibility there could be. He took another smell in the air but the rocks foul smell made it harder for him to track her. His nose was smelling at over thousand times more than a humans nose. He couldn’t shake it it wasn’t just the rock but the vile order of death that made it hard. It seemed this mine had its own dangers other than just foul rocks that had the stench that was barely describable a dead body was just a minor way of saying it. He nodded in agreement to press on as he said.- “well lets go find out shall we?” -he started to walk towards the light hopping that this wasn’t going to make his day any worse. Then again Seven already made that possible with his presense. It might do him some good for something else to make his day.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Deeper down the mine they wandered, stepping over bits of the jade green smelly rock that littered the floor, creating a carpet of sorts, only not the type you want to lay on. The light however, was not that of the one hundred or so zombie miners, but another creature all together. Off to the right, in a small hollowed out room, sat a black mole like creature, who had a large pair of googles on his forehead, beady black eyes peering down at a map on his ramshackle table. Like a small house, tucked away in the cave, he had it fitted out with antiquated furnishings, and very sparsely at that. Coloured bits of rock were on shelves, marked with scientific names and readings. Beakers burnt fluids and there were test tubes and Bunsen burners flaring a flame beneath bubbling beakers of green coloured fluid. All very strange, and he seemed to be unaffected by the smell. An old phonograph was playing a large vinyl record in the corner, the horn that looked like a large flower opened, released the tune, of an opera singer from a time long forgotten. A scientist…and down in the tunnels of Jim’s mine. Perhaps he had the answers.<3>
TheGorya: -Conan saw the giant room filled with zombie miners he creaked around the corner hopping not to be noticed. He signalled his hand to the twins to stop hopping Seven wouldn’t be arrogant and not listen as he saw the creature it was odd to see something like this. As well the zombies working as if they had a sense of direction. His mind was filled with questions the last time he encountered the undead they had no motor skills to work with very slow yet very stupid. He questioned this very world as if Arren placed him into another planet altogether. He watched the weird creature closely keeping an eye out for zombie miners that were coming by. He was nervous that he was even bringing kids around this. Then again all just to find a woman. Then again whatever was going on and whoever built this mine had good taste-
CharlotteCarrendar: The mole creature spotted the trio and their spider battle droids, and gasped. “Oh…no…What are you doing down here? If they see you…gah…come in…Quick before they get a whiff of you all.” The mole creature flailed, leaping off his stool and padding quickly to the door. “Inside…inside…hurry. Leave the big…walking tin opener outside. Hurry…get in!” The mole gestured with his hands that they got a move on, and once inside, he would close the door, and tell them of what they had wandered into. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: The mole creature spotted the trio and their spider battle droids, and gasped. “Oh…no…What are you doing down here? If they see you…gah…come in…Quick before they get a whiff of you all.” The mole creature flailed, leaping off his stool and padding quickly to the door. “Inside…inside…hurry. Leave the big…walking tin opener outside. Hurry…get in!” The mole gestured with his hands that they got a move on, and once inside, he would close the door, and tell them of what they had wandered into. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan rushed to the door as the creature rushed them of course his speed was nothing to get there as he made sure the children were in there knowing the spider droid would fine. Conan saw the kids safe as he turned to the mole as he said.- “Alright who are you? And what the hell is going on here?” -he was in fact a bit annoyed that things have been getting in his way since he arrived in this time. As he hopped the mole would have some answers.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Luna and Seven were quick to step into the mole creature’s small house, and his panic did nothing to allay their fears. When Conan was the last to enter, the mole creature poked his head outside, then flicked his nose up at the spider battle droid, before locking the door and placing his hand on it, while he panted heavily. Conan was full of questions, and the mole creature held up a furry paw; its claws extended, as he was giving a signal to give him a minute. “Alright who are you? And what the hell is going on here?” – The mole creature lowered his paw from the door, and then bowed his head in respect to the tall Conan. “Professor Claymore Aeon chanter. Chief geologist to the Gnoll King. I study the emerald crystals that you see all around my lab. Yes…been studying their affects and properties and trying to figure out why, it has affected the humans so badly. I take it you have run into some….undead miners out there?” The Professor’s glasses slid down his long black snout. <3>
TheGorya: -As Conan heard the mole speak he listened to what he would hear. “Professor Claymore Aeon chanter. Chief geologist to the Gnoll King. I study the emerald crystals that you see all around my lab. Yes…been studying their affects and properties and trying to figure out why, it has affected the humans so badly. I take it you have run into some….undead miners out there?” -he quickly questioned what was said to him many things ran through his mind as he asked a very important question as he was worried about the twins even Seven for that matter.- “alright then Professor since you are here studying these crystals. I have one major question does it affect more than just humans? As for your question yes we did….” -his mind had the questions of many things but mainly he needed to make sure that the crystals didn’t effect more than just humans for the sake of the kids. Even though he knew himself could be effected he knew that he could reverse it by other means if needed.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- The long whiskers of the mole Professor twitched at the question of the hulking Conan, who was deeply concerned about the crystal’s affects, especially since it was as plain as day that the crystals were the cause of the zombie like virus on the humans that worked the mine. Picking up a specimen, Professor Aeonchanter muttered under his breath, and then proceeded to explain to the trio, the mystery of the jade crystal. “The Gnoll king was the first to be concerned about this find. Many years ago, a crew from the surface started to mine down into the depths of Fjelding mountains, looking for precious metals, we assume. What happened though, is they lacked the understanding and awareness of just what resides down in the catacombs of the Mountain itself. You would have seen the teeth marks on the tunnel walls. They were not made by machines. No…they were made by the Ancient Wurms. Great rock eating wurms, that have lived within the earth for longer than has been recorded.” The mole Professor sat himself down on the tiny stool near his work bench and continued. “If you knew about the Wurms, you would be aware, that when they bore through the rock, they leave behind excrement, most foul. Green sludge….stinky. But, over the thousands of years, the sludge had seeped into the rock. Crystallizing with another foreign substance. AND it is this…that caused the dramas.” He held up the sparkling rock to the light. “The miners mistook it for a rare jewel. Little did they know what it was, and they all sought to be rich from their discovery. But…”- the mole’s face fell as he sighed softly. “Greed meant that fights broke out in the tunnels and mines. The miners all started to attack the other…and my belief is, the scent of the rock…contributed to the madness. The Gnoll King found out, after one of his scouts, alerted him to the killing frenzy going on up in the mine. And that gnoll…somehow became infected. Had to be locked in solitary…before…he too became an undead zombie…like the humans. This is why I am here. The Gnoll king wants answers, before it wipes out his kingdom. Here beneath the mountain.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan listened to the mole tell them about his finds and the theories that are brought up. The fact the Ancient wurms are the cause of this was different indeed he was no scientist but had his own thoughts of this knowing that this mole was studying it closely without being infected was something rather odd. He was a mole yet not affected by the stone. Conan looked at Luna and Seven as he looked back at the mole as he asked a direct question.- “so if the humans and your Gnoll king has been infected what is the possibility of it affecting beings such as demons and even Cherokee wolf? I mean if this can affect two beings in my own theory it is possible that it could affect a wide vast of others. Unless there are traits that could keep them from infections. Am I correct on this Professor?” -he knew his idea was a shot in the dark. Yet he was no mere warrior that only thought of fighting, in fact when he was helping Gorya family he learned a lot about science more or less he had a thing for it in fact knowing he things logic before he agrees to term about it. He knew enough to get by with. He waited to professors answer knowing that he might be wrong.-
CharlotteCarrendar: The Mole Professor sat down the emerald crystal on his work bench, slowly pulling on his long whiskers, as Conan asked his questions as to how the crystal’s would affect the demons, or say the children and a Cherokee wolf. The mole, then beckoned the children closer, and asked. “What is it you wish most for in this world, Children?” Luna was the first to answer, and it came from theheart. “Mum.” Seven nodded in agreement, for he truly did miss his mother terribly. “We want her back. Being stuck in the Spire for months without seeing her…just isn’t fair.” For once they truly acted like normally pre teens. At this, the mole smiled, and picked up the rock, showing it off to the children. “Do you think this crystal is the answer to your desires?” You could see the haze that surrounded it and that dreaded smell. Both children shook their heads, with Luna saying. “Its a stinky pretty rock. The only thing you can do with it is..trip over it.”- The mole had his answer, and then smiled up at Conan. “Now…it’s one thing, that they are demons. Yes….I know what these Children are. But more to the point, they do not seek wealth…nor are they greedy for the rocks. Don’t you think that is odd? The rock doesn’t affect them. Humans…ARE affected by the opportunity to make wealth. It’s my theory, that this in part…spurned the madness. But…I am still doing tests to prove this.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan’s theory was correct in a way. Yet incorrect at the same time as he pondered in hearing all this. He looked at the children for once he knew what they wanted. Their mother as he thought of what it was like to have a parent. A flash back of memories overwhelmed him for a moment as he came too. The thoughts of his past were not important. He thought a bit more on the theory that the professor had. As he spoke out in the thought.- “greed…. such a nasty and distasteful deadly sin. I guess it goes with the saying greed does kill those who seek. As does fame at times. Professor I do have one final question for you…” -he knew that the mole might in fact get confused about what he might ask.- “do you know of a way deeper into the mountain? You see we are looking for someone that we have tracked here. She is a female I don’t know anything else of what she might look like but I am sure that her children might be able to tell you more.” -he looked at Luna and Seven for answers they needed to Charlotte before too long. Conan still pondered that there is a chance that the crystals may in fact be linked to why she is here.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Further into the mountain, Fung Le, Shadow Wolf and Charlotte had gathered together, along with Fortuno the chef, after fighting off the Gnoll hoard. Valyn had taken off down another tunnel, in a bid to get the love sick Wurms to follow him. This left the four behind, and Fung Le pointed his staff, down the tunnel made by the most recent Wurm. “Our journey is a long one, my friends. But our perseverance, will lead us to our goal. Gather yourselves, we are moving on.” The Golden Dragon Master had spoken, and Charlotte sighed, adjusting her back pack, stepping over the slain bodies of the fallen Gnolls. They had been on the Trek for what seemed like months and no closer to reaching the Summit. The Shadow wolf padded along beside Charlotte, and then with his head bowed in reverence, he said. “You are the one known as Zhu. Legend has spoken of you, Spider. I know why you were chosen by Master Fung Le. It was written.” Charlotte wiped the sweat from her brow, and slipped her hand into her back pack, taking out a bandana and winding it around her head. It was red and black, marked with the symbol, of the Spider. “What I want more than anything is to finish this quest…and return to my children.” Fung Le up ahead, overheard Charlotte and chuckled softly. “What would you do, if they sought you out, Zhu?” Charlotte tightened her bandana with a fierce tug. “This is the last place I would expect them to be. The spire is the sanctuary.”- she picked up her pace and marched past Fung Le, huffing. The Shadow wolf bounded up to the side of Fung Le and glanced up at the wise Master. “Expect the unexpected?” The wolf asked, as Fung Le nodded. “Always…Master Shadow.” :: The Mole was perched on his stool, and teased his own whiskers, thinking of a way deeper into the mountain. “To avoid the zombie miners, I have a special tunnel. But..you have to hurry, they will be heading back to the surface soon. Last thing we need is to meet up with them.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan listened to the professor as he agreed to it. Knowing full well that they need to find Charlotte of course something started to hit him. As his heighten hearing started to pick up voices very faint but it was more the vibration of the voices. He couldn’t make anything out due to the rock but echoes of vibrations of sound could be heard with the ears of a wolf. Only know that following the professor would help them continue into mountain as he looked to Luna and Seven saying.- “well let’s get going”
MrObserver: Once again, Paradox was unaccompanied, inhibited, and observing the, gigantic being of thirteen feet tall and murdered out skin had situated himself beneath Charlotte and remained in a phased state. Paradox was silent, his entirety peering through the rough terrain upwards at her from a decent distance. “Oh, how the spider willingly rush forward, yet never truly understanding the divinity of her own self….” Completely focused upon her ears, Paradoxes words had fallen in whispers. Slowly, he’d rise upwards and halt mere inches from the open world. It was a joyous moment for Paradox, Hell, he’d just seen an alternate version of the beauty, even had a moment to dance with her. However, here… She was more alert and lethal, but nothing would stop his appearance before her. Though Charlotte had paced ahead of her group members with clear agitation and determination, Paradox knew he’d have to act quick. No sooner then he stopped; she was right overhead and in range. In a rush, the tactical-members that oh so loved to have their own way shot up and aimed to wrapped around her ankles. Paradox knew this would seem like an attack, but pulling her into an elevated plain would allow an efficient amount of time to speak with her. In the fifth dimension, time moved much faster, allowing things to accrue much more quickly than that of the plain Charlotte walked. What may seem like hours here, were only seconds within the elevated plains. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Mole Professor was caught off guard, that the group were to leave so quickly. He hurried around his little home, and locked up his windows, and turned off his burners, so there would be no fires taking hold in his absence. Placing on a miners helmet, and switching on the front light, he opened the door to his home, and escorted everyone back out into the tunnel, locking his door with a gold key. Placing the key in his pocket, he then turned back to the children and Conan and waved them forward. “This way…keep close, and on the second turn, take a right. It looks like rock, but in fact, it’s an illusion. One I set up to fool the miners. Heh. Come come. Bring that walking mechano set too.” The mole was very fast on his feet, taking off at speed, so the others would be well to chase after him, avoiding sharp bits of the jade crystals as they went. On reaching the second turn, the mole waved his hand again, then he simply walked into the rock, that shimmered, and popped to being a flat wall again, once he was through. Faith, was what they needed to follow. The children both looked to Conan, to see if they should go on following the mole. :: Charlotte was making a brisk pace, well ahead of her companions, now concerned about the talk that her children would be so bold to follow their mother on her quest. “Nah…they wouldn’t disobey me.” She said to herself, just as she felt something slither around her ankles. Cold and leathery, it seized her, and literally tore her from her place, taking her into the depth of the fifth dimension. Landing in what was like a dome of darkness, her jade eyes illuminated, straining to see where she had landed, and who had her by the ankles. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan looked at Luna and Seven as he nodded trying to get them to move it. He knew he could simple just shoot straight himself to the rock but wanted them to follow the mole first. Since they were squishy compare to him he could take care of himself. Even though Seven has gotten on his nerves he didn’t wish for the poor tike to die in a place like this. As he waited for them to follow he quick managed to keep himself hidden from the zombie minors only since he was using sound to make the kids footstep harder to hear. A talent that came in handy never the less. He knew the kids were going. As he followed behind them making sure that they were never heard by footsteps.-
MrObserver: Paradox had succeeded, dragging his target into the elevated plains and before him stood with illuminated jade eyes was… Charlotte. With his voice becoming like a whisper in the wind, Paradox ghosted around Charlotte. His voice ringing in one spot, and then another. “It’s a pleasure to meet you… Miss Spider. You may call me.. Dreadfinder… Paradox Dreadfinder.” Paradox finally made something of himself as he halted in front of her and drew himself out from the shadows more or less. He was tall, that much was obvious, just as his face was, blacked out. This must still be a sight for her though; Paradox had thought. “A thirteen foot tall being of an elevated plain before you, and all after being pulled into his own world?” Paradox had chuckled lightly, but it was a facetious chuckle. He strode forward with one foot crossing the other in a classy mocking demeanor, and his arms spreading out horizontally in a greeting gesture. “And welcome, Charlotte to the fifth dimension, or the elevated plains, but you may call your trek away from a trek.” Once again, that facetious chuckle rolled off and through his words, he’d directed towards her. Paradox knew to be on guard, but really didn’t fear her attacking him. “I wonder if she would like to dance…” Paradox had the thought cross his mind, but knew she wouldn’t be all game for that as of the moment. “Though I have pulled you away from your comrades, you have nothing to fear. They won’t know you are gone, dear. Here, we are gifted with time on –our- side, in comparison to the world you are use to walking in…” With his tone shifted to a more respectful tone, Paradox bowed gratefully towards her and rose up once more with his featureless face directed down towards her. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- From the dark tunnels of Fjelding mountains, to the fifth dimension in but the blink of an eye, Charlotte was not too pleased with her new surrounds. More time away from the Trek, meant the longer it took to right the balance. The owner of the voice; that so mocked her with his words, after his warm introduction; was faceless. No eyes, no mouth, no nose. How does one reason with a creature whose emotions are not written within the creases of his face. Charlotte by nature was always curious of the strange, the unusual. After all, she was not all she appeared to be on the surface either. “Paradox DreadFinder.” His name was bizarre, but did it mean that he was indeed a paradox himself? Thirteen feet in height, and towering over the demoness, was intimidating enough. “And welcome, Charlotte to the fifth dimension, or the elevated plains, but you may call your trek away from a trek.” Charlotte folded her arms in front of her, clearly rattled. “You are a very strange individual, but why take me from the quest. What importance am I to you?” Time it seemed was not the issue with Paradox, but it was clear, that he would not stop moving around her until he got what he wanted. Her jade eyes glowed, illuminating her alabaster skin. Never poke an angered spider…unless you are prepared for their bite. :: The twins joined hands, and together, they both walked through the illusion of the rock, coming out the other side in a large tunnel, that didn’t smell of the emerald crystals. The Mole looked back and waved them on. “Hurry..this way. Not far now.” The large Mechanical spider droid kept hesitating about going through the rock wall, till the micro spider chirped and dashed through, vanishing from sight. It was then the larger monster spider, made its move, lumbering through and disspearing into the new tunnel. <3>
TheGorya: -Conan appeared on the other side as he looked back amazed that this mole could do such a thing the very fact that he couldn’t tell it was an illusion was something altogether interesting to him. He turned to see the mole telling them to move behind him the battle droid followed Conan had an uneasy feeling but he could smell things something that was rather interesting. He could smell deeper into the tunnels as he was hot on Charlotte’s scent yet something else was stopping him from finding her. He could smell something else magic, different races of beings among other things he could tell off the top of his head he only thought since the scent was masked by something to follow the mole further knowing he would know the way. Seeing the twins holding hands. That was something he never thought would happen the fact that Seven and Luna were getting along without Seven trying to be dominating to his sister. As they followed the mole Conan started to feel there more here than just Charlotte a fight would most likely be on their hands before the end of this rescue.-
MrObserver: “Relax… Have a seat, dear..” Paradox knew all too well she was feeling worn out from the trek, so her being here would allow her the allotted time needed for a decent recovery. Paradox didn’t even have a chair to sit on, it just materialized as he bent his knees in action of following his own words. “You see, Char. Is it okay if I call you that? Char, here in the elevated, you’re granted… certain rights much further above the ones you have in the plain you walk in and perceive things in. Go on, take a seat.” His voice was courteous as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs and his chin on the interlaced fingers of his hands. “I just want to say, it’s a pleasure seeing your beautiful face again.” A slight chuckle granted his world with a mischievous subtlety as his expressionless face scanned hers. Paradox sat up and leaned against the back of his exiled throne, crossing his left legs over his right, and his arms over his chest. Though he’d just slipped and admitted to seeing her before, he wasn’t so keen on the idea of letting it be known as of this time… he was truly a paradox, but Paradox had an Idea she knew already. Thought faceless as he was, there was ways to tell his expressions. One needlessly look to his tactical-members, which had stopped weaving around in the around his body, and had interlaced into braids that lay on both sides of his throne. A sign Paradox was withholding some information, but nothing to important. “Char, you see.. I have pulled you away so that you may rest, and so that we could have a single dance maybe… Boy, how I love to waltz.” The chuckle had been replaced with a professional undertone, followed by a deep sigh.<E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- Professor AeonChanter had a heightened sense of smell, within the tunnels, and especially this tunnel, since there was no trace of the emerald crystals. Sniffing, he held up a paw, and then fidgeted nervously. “I..I..smell…a wolf” He stuttered, his whiskers twitching and the mole teetered back and forth on his two small feet. The Twins had caught him up and they too could smell something that was not the crystals. “What would a wolf be doing down here?” Luna asked. Seven didn’t need the answer, he was too excited. “It’s better than a zombie…come on.!” The young Carrendar sprinted down the tunnel, causing the Mole to panic and take off after him. Luna spun around and saw them dash off. “WAIT!” she cried, chasing after them, while the micro spider danced and scrurried off with a wild chorus of chitters and clicks. The large battle droid flashed its lasers down the tunnel, illuminating it,and started a low mechanical chorus to the young ones to stop, before it too thundered down the tunnel. Up the other end of the tunnel, Fung Le froze and then raised his bo staff, before slamming it down into the dirt. “ZHU!” he realised she was gone from this plane of existence, but the sound of the children coming, had him taken aback, not having seen this in his dreams. The Shadow wolf sniffed the oncoming scent and then look bewildered. “Smells like her…but not.” How right he was. :: Within the fifth dimension, Charlotte was pacing back and forth, as the man with no face was attempting humor in her presence. You see, Char. Is it okay if I call you that? Char, here in the elevated, you’re granted… certain rights much further above the ones you have in the plain you walk in and perceive things in. Go on, take a seat.” Charlotte didn’t feel like taking a seat, and she made it clear. “Standing suits me.” She stared him down as he sat in his throne, and she shook her head. “Why am I getting the strangest feeling of déjà vu?” She felt very much like she had met this being before, but didn’t know where. But the part that got her, was he asked to dance. A waltz. She rubbed her temple and then asked. “A single dance? That’s all?” Maybe this would be the way to get her out. Dance with the being and then he let her on her way. “Alright…one dance, then I got back on my quest.” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan heard the professor say he smelled a wolf of course something was odd. A wolf he took another deep smell again smelling it as well as he quickly followed behind as he started to feel his spirit guide speak with him through the mind as it was Arren.’Conan your time as a Time ward is over go freely and make your own path. When you are finish and your life has ended you shall live again with your wife and child.’ Conan heard it as he growled not caring anymore about Arren’s wishes of all time he picked during the edge what would happen. He could feel the time seal on his chest vanish his full power restored to him. No longer bound by Arren he is free. Within this place he will finish his friend’s last wishes as he followed deeper into the tunnel sighing under his breath. Mumbling.- “Finally free….”
MrObserver: She had honored his request, what a pleasant surprise it was, and Paradox wasn’t going to let it go to waste either. He rose up from his throne and unbraided his tendrils so that they might curl up on his back to make things less…. Strange. Nothing was more entertaining that the waltz to him, well, for the most part. Paradox extended his right hand in suggestion for hers. His height would make it a challenge for her, so out of respect for the woman, his body decreased in size to roughly match hers. His skeletal hand still extended for hers, and his head slightly cocked to the left as a lowly drone emanated from his chest. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Time lines….two different worlds, that were once one torn asunder by the power of one. Now the daughter of Lore, was to dance the light fantastic with the Paradox himself, while in the other world, her children were to come face to face with Charlotte’s spiritual guide. The Golden Dragon Master; whose bo staff slammed into the floor of the tunnel, sending out a pulse like shock wave. This reverberated across the strains of time and space. Luna and Seven turned the corner, only to see and feel Fung Le’s power. The Shadow wolf crouched and there was no sign of Charlotte. At the same time, Charlotte was offering her hand to the Paradox, who if he took it would lead her on the same waltz as that that happened in the other spiral. Charlotte grew closer to the Paradox, as Charlotte’s children approached Fung Le, who gazed down on the pair, then touched each on the head gently, before raising his head to see Shadow. “Ancient one…you did well. He is pleased with your sacrifice. Honoured and now…you are free.”- The Shadow wolf rose, and then padded over to Conan, bowing his head in respect. “Great one…welcome to the Trek, will you continue with us, or return to your own kin?” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan felt the shock wave of power that surged through the tunnel as he closed his fist. As they turned the corner to see a man with a staff as a wolf approached him bowing in respect to him. “Great one…welcome to the Trek, will you continue with us, or return to your own kin?” he heard the voice as he was called great one returning to his kin? He smirked at the wolf as he said.- “My kin is no where other than in the afterlife. For that I have the choice to do what I wish I am not great I am myself. As for this I ask where is Charlotte?” -he was bold of course he could smell the wolf by far he didn’t know what was going on. He wondered what would happen as he stepped in front of the twins as a shield in case something was to happen as if his own body was moving on its own. His mind was telling him to stay back but his body was doing the opposite. As if he had a calling to protect even to himself he had no idea why he was doing it. But he was guarding the children maybe it was Luna or maybe that it was the fact she resembled his daughter as his heart felt the need to defend.-
MrObserver: Taking hold of her hand, Paradox sidestepped with foot over foot as to make a circular motion in the lead of the dance. Intently, he pulled her closer, his right hands fingers interlaced with hers, and his left arms extending around her waist; placing his hand on the small of her back. “An endless waltz is the basis of time, and sadly… though we have all the time we would will, time is strangely growing short…” Paradox had whispered as they rotated along the dimly lit area, around and around they went… Paradox speaking of her inner plight and how he had been watching over her.. Hoping Charlotte would not pull away, though he never mentioned the altered timeline, he could feel things pulling him back into it. With seconds remaining, Paradox leaned his featureless face and brushed the lower portion of his jaw against her cheek: a distraction to the mark we was leaving attempting to leave on the small of her back…the elevated mark of salvation. With a dreary tone lingering in his voice, paradox said his farewells. “Remember, there is much that resides in your, much you do not know of… I’ll be watching.” His worlds floated as he once again flickered a few times before rushing her back to the spot she, had been pulled from. “Hurry back to your group… a pleasant surprise awaits you… young Carrendar. ” The airflow in the tunnels whispered to her alone. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – The words and the dance were a whirl and then as quickly as it happened, with a small press to her back to mark her, Charlotte found herself standing back in the tunnel where she left off, only thing was, something big was blocking her path. A great big spider battle droid. “JACK?” Charlotte cried, and the oversized mechanical spider lowered its laser eyes down, scanning her form, before coming up with a green fleck of recognition. It chattered madly on seeing his old Mistress again. Charlotte’s voice also was heard by her children. “MUM!” Luna and Seven cried out, both running to her side, where she had a shocked expression, clutching her children. “Kids…how did you get here?”- so surprised they were there. The words of Paradox lingered in her mind however : “Hurry back to your group… a pleasant surprise awaits you… young Carrendar. ” Was this the surprise he spoke of? She kissed the tops of their heads, with their arms tight around her. Looking up, she saw a smiling Fung Le and the shadow wolf, along with a man, she didn’t recognise. Charlotte asked. “Did you bring my children to me?” she asked of Conan.<3>
TheGorya: -Conan saw Charlotte appear he couldn’t understand what was going on his mindset see the children call her “mum” he shot his eyes wide open as he stood there as he relaxed himself not sure what to say at the moment. Then again the moment was cut short as Charlotte asked him a direct question as he nodded to her.- “I did, however they wouldn’t have made it without me I am afraid. They planned on finding you by themselves before I stumbled upon them. My goal was to find you myself Charlotte. My name is Conan Silverfang a friend of a friend of yours. I have news to bring you however sadly my presence to you doesn’t come with much more news other than word of the Gorya.” -he knew she might not remember him or even know him. He felt that she might in fact attack him for even bringing her children into such a dangerous place. He had no choice either that or let them die. He didn’t know how to put out the next set of words as he didn’t wish to spoil her moment with her children. He just stood there waiting to see if she would want to hear of it now or later.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – With her children at her side, she approached Conan, eyes that were not filled with anger or rage, for she loved her children more than anything. Sure, this was a dangerous place, but anywhere in Nemaues now was, so this just felt right. Fung Le and the Shadow Wolf, kept their silence, watching the interaction between Conan and Charlotte. Conan presented himself, in a formal introduction, and then explained how it was he that brought the children down safely, due to the fact they would not have made it on their own. “I am grateful, Conan of Gorya. You have given me back my children, when I needed them by my side. You have shown care and understanding, and that is a tall order, especially with these two. Please…what word do you have from your world of Gorya?” <3>
TheGorya: -Conan looked at her and smiled a bit as she spoke to him. She was not upset with him of course she wouldn’t like the news he brings to her. He reached into his endless sack that was on his side as he pulled out a letter that looks older than her.. as he said.- “As the messenger of Shadow Eris Gorya upon his death he asked me to give this letter to the one known as C.C. To who it’s addressed to.” -he looked at her with sad eyes as he offered the letter with a wax seal on the opening. While he offered it to her he continued.- “I am sorry I font mean to be the person to give you news such as this.” -he looked at Luna and Seven as he nodded then looking down as if he was about to make their mother cry. He didn’t know the relationship between her and Shadow for his knowledge Charlotte might have loved him or him to her.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- News of Shadow’s passing hit Charlotte like a knife to the heart, and she nervously took the envelope from Conan, as her children watched on silently. So this was why Conan had to get the message to Charlotte directly. Respectfully, they let their mother go, as she left the group for a moment, and lent against the tunnel wall, slowly tearing open the wax seal. From within the envelope, she withdrew the final words of Shadow. Slowly, Charlotte started to slide down the wall and onto her buttocks, while her eyes welled with tears of sorrow. Her head bowed, as with shaking hands, she read the letter, her tears splattering upon the pages, discolouring the fine paper. Shadow wolf and Fung Le stood solemnly, as did the children, for to see Charlotte grieve for her dearest friend was a heart touching moment. Drawing up her right knee, her left hand fell and the letter landed softly in the dirt, while she lowered her head to her knee, shedding her tears in private. It was a day of joy, and sorrow….all rolled into one. <3>
MrObserver: -Unaccompanied, inhibited, and observing the, gigantic being of thirteen feet tall and murdered out skin had situated himself upon a throne of self exile. For some time now he’d being paying close attention to four being of a lower dimensional status… Well three to be more exact. There was one that had his interests, and as it was… He was curious to figure out the beings mannerisms and origins. There was something transmundane about the being he’d come to simple know as… “Captain.” It was devoid of word that this would be a surprise to the individuals which resides within the government buildings meeting room on Nemaues to meet an elevated dimensional being. Solely, he worry was not on how they would take his appearance, nor was it even the fact he’d be breaking their set laws of physics by jumping dimensions upon will… It was his right as an elevated plains being to wonder around in lower dimensions. He was no “God”, nor was he a “Devil”, No; he was just some ordinarily unnatural future visitor of Nemaues. Lashing on the edge of the thrones back support, crimson and ebony tactical-members which were the protrusion of his very being, had being playing gently as their owner leaned back, crossing his legs and arms. “Truly it’s devoid of saying, these lesser beings hold much potential… even here in the elevated plains, but I must be careful… All beings deserve the right to live… “This thought was just one of many based off the singular knowledge of his existence in a lesser plain could catastrophic if he left his nature unchecked. Gamma and sigma radiation would be released into the surrounding if he did relinquish his full form before them. “An altered state will have to be put into commission…” Silence he been shattered thanks to the myriad of souls he’d taken from other dimensions below and within the one he resided in. “Yes, well… I shall have to accommodate for their flaws and refrain from making a full appearance…Or figure out a method of being truly tangible before them. But to negate my own nature will take something much greater than I myself am capable of…” His words trailed off… Thought process kicking in, and then a theory of “captains” suite came into play. Was he wearing it to ward of such effects as those which were tied to him? Certainly not… Never had he heard, or seen a being of lesser dimension having to accommodate others in such away… To negate one’s own nature was an idea of equality he’d like to believe was the truth that this fellow named “captain” was playing on. “Either way…. It must be done… I’ll head there now in an altered form…” He’d whispered as he rose from his throne and his tactical members retreated into tightly wrapped coils upon his back. Silence was returned but only for mere moments before he lifted his left arm and narrowed his hand flat against something imperceivable…. A impede between dimensions. Though these being he wished to fist were forth dimensional, they resided in a third dimensional world. No matter, he’d just bypass the forth and step into the third. With a slight push of hand, the barrier seemed to just give way; fragmentized be the sheer will of its assailant. Light rushed around him, energy warped and time seemed to slow down rapidly as he materialized within the very room he’d be observing the 4 beings. Though he’d tuned himself down greatly, and was only partial there, he remained imperceivable as he stayed in an altered fifth dimensional from. Expressionless and silent beyond these beings perceptions; all sense were to low from the majority, be he theorized about “captains”, he must be something much more than meets these beings eyes. Silence was maintained through his strides as he came up behind the two females. “Charlotte” and “Taru” he though the names were as he came to a halt behind them, his attentions locked onto the fellow named “Captain”. Now, if his theory was correct, this being out of them all was more than able to see him… all that was needed now… was time.. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- Time and the essences of being, played havoc with the Captain, since he was not able to gain a good footing on this existence. No sooner had he passed favours off to those in the hallowed halls, all with the exception of a temperamental Taru, his form started to glimmer; sparkling in a radiance that was blinding to those present. Then with a loud pop, he simply vanished from view. Leaving only a dented chair in his wake. The dark swirling mists that had enveloped the dome roof of the meeting hall cleared, and once again peace was restored, at least for now. Charlotte planted her hands squarely upon her hips, seeing him up and vanish, not even a word to bid farewell or goodbye. “Bye then..” she uttered, frowning, before waving her hand across the spot where he stood. Baldrick was shuffling around in the new slippers, that were part of his favour, only to come out and see that the Queen had also “vanished” It was a day of comings and goings. Taru brought her boots up onto the table top of the adorned table, and took another bite from her apple. Casually, she twirled her wrist, and pointed the apple at Charlotte. “Bet he did that to Mother too.” Baldrick picked up on the quip and slapped down the alliance forms upon the table. “Typical. He always was big on the entrance,and then skulks off to god knows where. Probably fracking a chorus line.” None had yet to notice the being from the fifth dimension, for the only one that could have seen him, had left himself. <3>
MrObserver: Paradox had watched as the only being who could perceive his very existence…. Vanish. It with devoid of words the feeling that disappointment the being of the 5th felt, but Paradox knew he must atleast show something of himself. He leaned forward and whispered into the woman known as Charlottes… Smooth and clear, he sang. “ Tis a rather dreary day… when the being of sight fades away..” Quickly, he would pull back and shifted into position before her, but he’d stay in this imperceivable state. Though the very fabric of confusion was about to be unfurled… He’d have to stand by and observer as it happened.<e>
CharloteCarrendar: – The hair on the back of Charlotte’s neck tingled then raised, for a voice did whisper to her. A male, with a husky tone, spoke a riddle of words, and it was quite absurd, that one should creep up on her. Just as Captain and the Queen did vanish, so now another visitor. Taking a look over her shoulder, she realised that the spot behind her was vacant, and to look forward and then shrug her shoulders. “I am having the weirdest day…I think I need to lay down.” Charlotte then poked her finger in her ear, wiggling it- <3
MaylionCarrendar: – She rather wished she had made something different out of her life than simply delivering envelopes with the nation’s important stuff and secret information. The word ‘’secret’’ rolled through her mind a couple of times and made her face turn into a derp one. The poop-brown colored envelop was resting in her hand as she walked through the streets on her way to the main hall. Stretching and yawning she pulled her arms upwards while waving the envelope around, secretly hoping some jerk was going to steal it, and give her a chance to kick some serious butt.. While enjoying the glorious day and ready to snap some children’s necks who were out on the playground on her right screaming, and yelling, and playing she looked up to the building that would be named the hall. THE hall. Her old-fashioned dress waved along with the wind while she neared the steps to the main hall. Like always two guards were standing at the front door holding guard and letting nobody in who wasn’t welcome there. She flashed her awesome card while passing the guards with an annoyed face. They knew her, oh yes they did. Last time they refused to let her enter she killed a guard. Maylion was one of those females who hated nearly everything and loved almost nothing.. Except for cigarettes and slaughtering, and even though she looked like a normal female with no special features or awesome gear and weapons.. she could keep herself standing in most situations.. even though secretly she wished to pee her pants. Marching into the hall and throwing both doors open she would see Charlotte at first. Then her eyes would meet Baldricks, and Taru’s and Antilles who she hasn’t met before . (Maylion) ‘’ Mail man is hereeeeee ‘’ She waved the brown poop envelope in the air and made her way over to the prime minister while with a fake smile waving at everyone. Her black short hair lingering behind her, and her fake smile turning into a real one slowly but surely. –
MrObserver: -Though Charlotte had heard his whisper, it was obviously not enough. “I am having the weirdest day…I think I need to lay down.”…… This wasn’t going to suit Paradox, No not at all. Without a single thought left, Paradox flickered into perceptions, but only for a few seconds before fading out. Within the time allotted, Paradox relayed a ominous message… “I have been watching… Beyond time and space I deem this an end…” A precursor to something much more hideous rode along with the whispering voice that would linger. Once again, in his unperceivable state, he still held the ability to make tangible motions in this lesser plain. A single tendril shot out and caressed Charlotte before reciprocating though, it had left a letter which read. “My warning to you all… When I make my true appearance, please ensure your world’s creator is as your side. Intently, Paradox.” As he pulled away back into the elevated plains, he left with an engraving marking his position that sat four feet in front of Charlotte. Just as a reminder of what was to come.<E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Taru swung her boots down off the ancient meeting hall table, causing them to land with a dull thud upon the marble flooring. The elder of the Carrendar sisters stared at her apple core a moment, then tossed it over her shoulder, making a perfect mark into a tidy bin, which was picked up by one of the staffers nearby. Hearing Charlotte say she was having a weird day, caused Taru to chuckle loudly. “When AREN’T you having a weird day? Especially around here.” Taru rose to standing, her long cloak draping across the floor. Ever since the Gladiator matches and her return, the older Carrendar sibling seemed disturbed. Her mood swings were getting more intense, and there was always a dark aura that surrounded her, when she showed flashes of anger. Charlotte was about to come up with a witty retort, when she felt something strange against her face, like her cheek was being caressed by a tendril. The voice that haunted her earlier returned, only this time with an ominous warning. . “My warning to you all… When I make my true appearance, please ensure your world’s creator is as your side. Intently, Paradox.” Charlotte shuddered and stuttered, as Baldrick looked at her oddly. This also had Captain Antilles concerned. Charlotte seemed to be losing colour in her face. Then right on cue. (Maylion) ‘’ Mail man is hereeeeee ‘’ yes, Maylion had returned, and had an envelope in a strange shade of beige. Charlotte blinked for a moment, and then held out her hand for the envelope. “Defence cutting back on the cost of decent envelopes?” she enquired. Having not seen Maylion for some time. “Welcome back to Lorewall.” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – As if she was hit by a truck in her face, she could feel a dark atmosphere.. a sinister feeling was vibrating in her body. A tingly feeling was felt in her cheeks which made her nice smile turn into a small grin. There was something going on in the hall.. yet another thing that could go wrong.. yet another scene to hit.. She could smell it. But for a second Maylion hesitated to step closer. “Defense cutting back on the cost of decent envelopes?” she enquired. Having not seen Maylion for some time. “Welcome back to Lorewall.” Maylion let her eye drop on the hand which was waiting for the envelope, but Maylion wouldn’t step closer and hand it to her. (Maylion) ‘’ It has the Nemaeus emblem on it.. i quite like it. But I think this envelope doesn’t contain anything that important since it was handed to me.. What’s more important.. ‘’ Maylion then gave a small nod to the engraving four feet away from the prime minister. Even though Maylion didn’t know what happened, or what was causing the dramatic feeling to the Hall.. she could feel it was something big and disturbing. The question now was.. what or who caused it? (Maylion) ‘’ Is someone having her period? ‘’ A faint laugh escaped her throat while deciding to proceed to hand over the envelope. (Maylion) ‘’ I’m glad to be back.. ‘’
-MrObserver: Hesitation had kicked in, and Paradox was not going to leave so easily. Though we was fading back into the elevated dimension, Paradox halted the process and returned back to his original position taken up before the woman who’s cheek he’d so carefully caressed. His footing, though unperceived, have covered the engraving in the floor and replaced it with an untouched look. Though Paradox wished to step into this Dimension fully, he’d have to make due with a true altered form. Paradox stood, whispering and cursing his curious nature. He would know the implications of them seeing him too soon, but it was something he willed to do. Hesitating no longer, the thirteen foot, ebony skinned being lowered himself into the lesser beings perceptions, ignoring all laws of this worlds physics, bypassed all logical dictation of a manifestation and shattered the glass like barrier around him. Though, he was more like a projection than anything else… Paradox could still tangibly make his presence known. Still though, he whispered… “With the departure of the creator… The destroyer shall go unchecked…” A light chuckle reverberated in these words. Mischievous in nature, and even more so destructive, Paradox had somehow… pulled a paradox on himself. Not walls of radiation being emanated, nor any decay following his appearance. Finely dressed, top hat decorated with the femurs of past victims… Valued victims and skulls of the same said victim adorned his shoulders and chest. The ebony and crimson tactical-limbs lashed about around his being; hoping to get a taste of a gorgeous “treat”. Silence was most becoming of him, for he had already said his peace and planed upon stand beside the words… Just not in the instants… Featureless, Paradoxes face was, completely devoid of expression as a single tactical-limp tipped his top had. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – ‘’ Is someone having her period? ‘ Maylion asked, holding onto the officially stamped envelope in the dodgy shade of beige. Taru was leaning now on the back of an ornate timber chair, and with her arms resting across the top, her chin just sitting on her forearms; she eyed Maylion and was more than delighted to answer. “She might well be.” Charlotte turned and gave Taru a dirty look, to which Taru simply blew her a kiss, and went on back to skulking; hovering around, while the air seemed to be filled with dread. “Oh…something wicked this way comes.” Taru whispered, perhaps having heightened perceptions to what was going on around her. Charlotte was still hearing things, and bit her bottom lip, eyes darting around the room. She knew the tales of the ancient halls history, and how there were talks one day of dancing tea cups, but this voice seemed persistent; like he wanted very much to leave Charlotte with a warning. A very serious warning. Then that voice whispered again; hollow and devoid of emotion. “With the departure of the creator… The destroyer shall go unchecked…” This definitely got Charlotte’s attention. “The who?’ she asked. “Who de who?” Taru followed up, smirking. But it was Captain Antilles who saw the appearance of Paradox first and he promptly fainted on the floor. ~k-thud!~ Baldrick hurried over and then recognised Maylion. “You…well…if it isn’t…you.” Charlotte was spell bound by the featureless Paradox, and pointed at him, wondering if everyone else saw him too. “Uhm..okay…who..or what is that?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Maylion scratched her cheek while watching how Charlotte was acting like a confused female having her period and craving for chocolate. ( Charlotte ) : ‘’ The who? ‘’ “’ Who de who? ‘’ — (Maylion) ‘’ Who the what the who? ‘’ As Maylion handed over the envelope she scratched her cheek.. Too much blood loss? .. Do you need to eat? Is your sugar low?! Are you alright? And when she heard something going on behind her.. dear being fainting on the floor and Baldrick rushing over to the rescue!, she was recognized by him (Baldrick) ‘’ “You…well…if it isn’t…you.” As Charlotte was pointing to the ‘’ Thing ‘’ that had her attention captured she had her eyes on Baldrick. While grinning softly and scratching the back of her head while still holding on to the envelope which was now also located in Charlotte her free hand she stared at him. (Maylion) ‘’ Oh you.. are you still alive? … What a surprise. How are the balls hanging. ? ‘’ But there was something stinging in her neck.. She turned her head around but once she saw the being she didn’t turned the rest of her body.. (Maylion) ‘’ There it is.. and I thought Charlotte was on her period.. ‘’
MrObserver: Clearly nothing was really impeding his advance onto the female and this please Paradox greatly. With a step forward, paradox extended his right hand and took that of Charlottes, leaned forward and pressed his none existent lips upon the back of it. “Tis a pleasure to meet such a divine beauty as yourself…” Mocking as his tone was, it carried the reverberation of truth within its tones. Rising straight and standing tall once more, Paradox gave a slight chuckle as he rotated on the balls of shoes. What a sight it was indeed… The one known as, Taru… Nothing really impressive about her…. Energy signature was average at best… Baldrick.. Pfft, yet another being whom was equally unimpressive as Taru, and then Maylion… the bitch was standing inside him… “What in the blood soaked protestant hell is this? Beetle juice now? Get out of me, you wench.. “His tone was less than mocking this time round.. Hostile and displeased, he took action and strode through Charlotte, only to have a single tactical-limb wrap around her the gorgeous female’s waist, pulling her along into a clear part of the hall.. “Care for a dance?” His cheery tone had returned as he turned to face her… <E>
ThrarSanguine: *Within the distance an M.D.U (Mobile deployment unit) thunderously made it’s way towards the building, the colour being an oxide black with two 50 caliber turrets atop, a thick blue laser beaming it’s way to the targeted areas aimed at. The 8 wheeled beast made it’s way with ease, the destructive sound causing the very plates of the surface to suffer it’s solomn destructive movement. It was clear this thing was bomb proof to a certain degree, the unit was clearly made for protection purposes. Slowly it pulled up to the meeting hall, the engine roaring it’s thunderous caw, white cooling steam leaving the breaks as it halts further movement. Without a moment to lose, the vault like doors at the back of the Chimera would smoothly open, the sound of mechanics playing it’s part heavily sung through the air, shunting and unlocking like a triple layerd vault of the sort. White steam would thickly leave the idle sector of the tank. A figure could be seen, he was tall, very tall, baring at 6ft8 with broadness of a bear. As the cooling steam cleared, the entity was fully featured, his exo-skeletal armour proving thick, defensive yet, abeling it’s host with unjustified agility and physical consistancy, whilst giving it a remarkable amount of defence. His face was utterly concealed by his HUD visor, granting him cracked and hacked information access upon locking, as well as heavy information streaming on threats and distance. It was clear this male was a man of great athletic capabilities, his beloved sniper was a behemoth of a rifle known as the A.M.C (Anti-Material-Cannon) a weapon well known for the assasinations of many demon lives as well as Humans, the results being at such a level of destructive, able to even play work in the de construction side of warfare, taking out heavy bomber planes such as “The Black Bird”. Slowly he strolled off the retractable ramp, embedding atop the surface. The ghost specialist made his way to the entrance, encountering two guards at the gates. Rex set his sight to the guards, looking down at them from his rather towering height.* “I arrive here for personal business…” *He stated clearly, before the guard could bark his customary speech of “State your business”* “Busines being a meging of services…” *He spoke again. His voice was deep and granite, however smooth and cold, yet spoken in such a formal English dialect, it could be told this man was no war junky, but a proffesional. Rex held his arms by his side as he awaited the guards verdict.*
CharlotteCarrendar:- While Charlotte appeared to be apprehensive about this creature, that had no facial features to speak of, he was not without voice. The haunting whispers that had engaged her prior to his “arrival” continued, as he spoke with a tone was mocking at best. Seizing her hand within his and bringing it to the lower part of his face, to press his flesh to hers. Taru was intrigued by this behaviour. For one, he was not a local, or anything like the heavily armoured Captain who had arrived only half an hour earlier. This one on the other hand, amused her with his eccentric behaviour, and she mused to herself what he may be up too. Baldrick was also finding himself torn between meeting up again with Maylion, whom he had known back in Nixagris. Not shy by any means, she gave as good as she got. “I still have them, if that is what you imply. Hanging, yes. And proud of em.” He did a bit of a knee bend, adjusting himself, before returning to full height. Captain Antilles finally roused upon the floor, and then scrambled to his feet, as the strange visitor, lassoed Charlotte, and with his tendril around her waist, dragged her out to an open area of the hall, where he sought to dance with her. “Care for a dance?” He asked, with something of a slight tilt to the head. Caught up in his tendril, it seemed impolite to say no. “Only if you lead.” She replied, assuming the position of a lady, hands held and her free hand resting upon his shoulder. :: Out at the main doors, that were the entrance to the meeting hall, the two guards studied the mountainous man that had arrived in a modern day troop carrier type vehicle. His demeanour and announcement came as a bit of a surprise, and with all the dramas of late, they were in two minds of letting him in. However, Taru was on the ball, and she sported a grin, leaving Charlotte to her dancing companion, to go see who was calling at this time of day. Taru’s winter white tresses bounced off the shoulders of her black cloak, as she approached the strapping behemoth of a man; who was clearly armed to the eye teeth. She used her right hand to usher the guards aside, and then glanced up at the man from under a veil of her white hair. “You’re not the Avon lady, she normally carries a bag of cosmetics. Nice armour…and is that an A.M.C?” Black eyes cast down at the weapon, then her chin raised and her eyes stared at his visor. “This certainly has been a day for the unexpected dropping in. Enter…the meeting hall is in the centre of the auditorium.” From one of the inner balconies, a pair of red eyes cast down at the goings on of the hall, and with a shock of platinum blonde hair, and a mechanical whirring sound, the female retreated to the darkness of the shadows. Clearly, not one of the officials knew that she was there. Planted by the Fuyu no arashi, M.E.R.C.Y was on assignment. Operation : Termination. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – The first thing Maylion did when the voice was direct at her was to look up and aim her eyes at the crotch above her. As the 13 Feet paradox made his way over to Charlotte Maylion her mouth pulled into a grin. (Maylion) ‘’ Wench? .. I can’t see any leak- troughs in your pants, but I’m sure as hell you’re bleeding between your legs. You have appeared in this position, I already stood here.. ‘’ Waving her hand back and forth out of dislike for this being she finally released the envelope and walked away from the creatures. Irritation made her grind her teeth.. If he wasn’t 13 feet tall and had no facial expression and didn’t asked the prime minister to dance she would have sure as hell introduced herself properly with a boltgun pointed at him.. But she kept back. She didn’t release her new irritation on Baldrick even though his comment was easy to mock with. Instead she behaved like she always had behaved in the Hall.. she jumped and turned her body around and eventually flopped her ass down on the windowsill while watching the couple would dance together. Such an odd face.. If they were going to make out and have sex .. She promised herself she would jump out of the window to avoid being traumatized. (Maylion) ‘’ you know what they say about big men.. They have very large.. ‘’ as she rubbed her index finger under her nose she observed the Male on his period and the prime minister. Was dancing a legit way to enter the hall without properly introducing? -
MrObserver: She’d agreed to the forceful dance… Yet again, Paradox was more than pleased, but strapped for time. He assumed the stance, hand sliding to the small of her back, and one interlacing its fingers with hers. “A waltz would be grand, don’t you think?” He left off with his left foot first, and slowly they began to “twirl” (For lack of better words.”) Charlotte, I have been watching… you hold something further in your being than you can comprehend… Without that, my words would have fallen upon deaf ears…” From mocking, to disgusted, to cheerful…and finally to serious and professional, Paradox’s tuned down though as only for her to hear his words. Gently he pulled her close and titled her back, leaning over her and puller her back up… “The waltz is classy, but what is class without a little… Mischievous twist?” Never the less, he was not completely before her, and Paradox did not agree with the idea of pleasantries such as this without being completely tangible. Yet, he maintain his demeanour, and tone. Speaking of trivial matters and tad articles about his origins. Yes, Paradox was the complete opposite of Captain… As Captain was much like God, Paradox was much like Lucifer. Where there was peace, chaos would inevitably follow. He’d left the warning in attempt of preserving the future, but he alone was not allowed to directly intervene in the hands of time, nothing would keep Paradox from doing his best to do so though… As the dance carried on, Paradox began to flicker in an out of this lesser plain and back into his. With on last rotation, the featureless, elevated plains walker pressed the lower extremities of his face against her cheek and vanished… leaving her alone. “May our past provide use lessons for the future… a brighter future?” The chuckle of his lingered alone in her hears for moments… only to fade into a malevolent lowly drone… Maybe she would notice it… tiny as it was… he’d attempted to place a mark of elevated salvation on the small of her back…. Too late to find out now… He was returning home.. <E>
ThrarSanguine: *Rex set his sights upon the female that approached him.* “4th Edition..” *He smoothly cawed to her, saying nothing more on his weapon, his HUD already picking up the mechnical pick ups of her frequencies and communication transimitions. Rex tilted his head slightly saying nothing more as he slowly began strolling through the grand halls. His was time keeping, yet strideful, the black mound of fur upon his shoulders would gently sway against the heavy gust of breeze that entered with this warrior of ghostal warfare. His armoured boots would gently thud against the cold flooring, each step; swaying his broad shoulders side to side slowly. Slowly he halted as he grew closer to the centre of the room, scanning and taking in any threats and weaponry, including reports on structural support of the inferstructure incase, in the caution of ambush and trickery atleast he would know how to send his chances to bringing this place to the ground if all turns sour. In a moment of seconds his HUD outwork “shadow” communications link to his third set of eyes, linking to a D.U Bird (Devestational Unit), a flight operated drone which resides in the very first layer of the atmosphere of the skies, scraping the very essence of space itself, making it undetetacble to the naked eye and certain UAV detection arrays, due to it’s outter reflective cloaking and Ghost com interface, making it’s frequenceys umatchable and too specificly organised for any jamming or cracking to take place. The sly weapon began locking onto his position, assuring the assasains revenge or defence. As the HUD retreived the signal, Rex carried on strolling his way through the halls slowly, soon arriving to the centre, nearing to a council table. His sights set upon the residence single handedly, then to the demoness and the demon kin, dancing amongst themselves. Rex gave an errie exhale, his HUD picking up the twisted magicry that the male began to brew, as he danced. Rex said nothing, silent as death itself, he watched, spectating those infront. *
CharlotteCarrendar:- The pressure of his hand upon her back, drew her closer to his form. Much taller than she was, Charlotte was forced to look up, yet there were no eyes upon which to lock a gaze with. Mysterious and yet at the same time oddly alluring, she matched him step for dance in this timeless waltz. “A waltz would be grand, don’t you think?” he said, his voice projecting great powers not of this world. The being spoke of keeping Charlotte under close watch, and that he knew of what secret she held deep within her being that could unlock the key to prevent the coming dangers her nation faced. They danced as though they had spent their lifetime practising, turning it into more than a dance but an art form. Twirling round, and all the while, his hand furthered its pressure upon the small of her back. Riddles, and giggles, then another turn, and his image flickered much like a bad television reception or hologram. The last rotation would see him finally lose his grip on the third dimension, fading out, with his words still in her head. Alone in the centre of the room, she hesitated to lower her arms, and turned back to see the others had been watching. “I didn’t just imagine that…did I?” She asked of Maylion and Taru. But she then felt something on the base of her back, and she reached around with slender hands; fingers touching what was now embedded. “I’ve got something on my back.” Baldrick was now seated, and rubbing his temple. The shock of those that blip in and out was getting too much. “Why can’t people use the bloody door?” Course, someone had used the door, and breezed past Taru, with only mentioning the fact the A.M.C was a “4th Edition..” in his words. Taru smirked and then wandered out the doors, to get some fresh air, leaving those within to their fate. The white haired bebilith had more pressing matters. Back in the hall’s inner sanctum, Charlotte had finished the dance, and was now making her way back to the table, when the armoured giant strolled silently into the vicinity of the hall table. A crease of her brow, for she did not recognise his armoured suit before, she brought her curled fist up to her lips and surpressed a cough, that may well garner his attention. “Normally one is checked for weapons at the door, I see you managed to get passed that. Now I am curious as to why, you have entered the Parliamentary wing armed? Or…is this customary from where you are from?” She had right to ask, as it was not standard protocol in most government offices. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar:-The grand stone hall of the Lacardians had withstood the test of time, war and plagues that ravaged the former nation and led to its ultimate destruction. By fate and the will of one Darksied; the hall and its effects were transported from the war torn country to a new land of Nemaues, where its turrets would once again glimmer in the radiance of a new Sun. That was many years ago, and the voices who created a din in the hall this day, were the young of the second generation of Carrendar. Daughters of Lore, watched over dutifully by Baldrick Fitzgibbon, who had served their mother faithfully in the old world. This day finds the sisters strolling along the hallowed halls, with Charlotte carrying a data pad, that she is flicking through; head bowed and quietly reading the text that flashes across the screen, whilst Taru is holding a flail, that she is about to return to the training room. “Char…Seriously, can’t you leave your work in your room? I thought we were going to go to the library; I want to research some of mother’s journals.” Coming out of the Prime Minister’s office, Baldrick sees the two girls walking by and sings out. “Girls…have you seen Captain Antilles? He was supposed to have jetted in from Nixagris this morning.” Both girls stopped and shook their heads. “No..” Charlotte said, taking time to look up from her datapad. “If we had, I would have jumped him.” Bearing a cheeky grin, she wiggled her brow, to which Baldrick sighed. “You girls would have him bound and hanging from the ceiling in a blink…so much like your Mother.” <3>
Soprano: She was Corinne, a solitary Veena Viera freshly relinquished from her home and set on her unruly ways like a babe from the wood… She was tall, and it showed with each step she took towering at a supple 6’7 from the crowd of which she walked. Down the streets below the straps against her legs slapping back and leaving ever so slight welts along the sinew of her clawed toes and calves with movement they made. Her bow held on her back from her homeland within the wood, rested with her quiver filled with arrows. She was honestly lost as one could imagine someone thrust into the world was… very nearly thrust off the boat and having nothing more than her name to go by she spoke with very broken English-… if it could be called that as she walked through the streets and gazed about for something to give… some kind of a way she would know where to go. Her tan skin she carried was glistening with a thin layer of sweat as she walked with light striding steps towards the nearest shop keep and attempted to communicate. Her hands rising and falling in roguish movement of attempt. The man gazing back to her with his mouth agape with confusion to her movements as her clawed hands waved up and down in the air with their claws pointed to the skies of Nemaues above and she opened her mouth to speak a garbled mess escaping with her growing embarrassment. “I gooOOOOOHHH, for LAAHNdmaaHRK?” Her long standing ears curved ever so slightly down to the sound with disgust to the noises she was making. The dapple of freckles over her cheeks rutting a darkened hue of attempt as she pressed her triple jointed palms to the counter and glared to him with the ruby set eyes her race was known for. The keep backing up and pointing away from his stall his eyes closed shut as he what-… prayed? WAS HE PRAYING?! She needed to make it more obvious she was harmless and her hands pressed into the wood, short hair bobbing to her chin, “IIIIIHHHAAMMM not gunnuh HUERT YOU…” she attempted to sheathe her claws as the keep screamed for her to get from his shop, grabbing the nearest pan and launching it in her direction. Corinne had enough as rose with her tail flicking with indignation… One would think that she, about as dangerous now with road beneath her feet would be about as terrifying as a bunny-… well… One that wasn’t QUITE as directly human proportioned as she… turning and walking in the direction of what looming shadow of a building rested by and by, the bristling of her spine against her each hair on her head caught on end with worry… What could have been the beginning or the end of her eternal freedom now rested in her hands and as she turned to the keep a frown erupted over her features as the blinds of the caravan were shut in her wake-… Dropped with little means to speak or manage more than protect and guard, she had little more to do then go forward with unsteady steps across the ground.
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the blue skies over Lorewall, the thunderous roar of the Harrier jet of one Captain Antilles, was now hovering directly over the helipad, that was situated in the grounds of the ancient meeting hall. Blasts of hot air and flame fired downwards, as the jet lowered. The ear piercing scream was heard throughout the long stone halls, and Charlotte was the first to hear it. “IT’S HIM!”- She squealed, tossing her datapad to a hapless Baldrick, who juggled the device as Charlotte burst into a run down the stone hall, her boots clattering against the marble flooring. Pushing the grand timber doors open, she beamed wide to see the jet land safely. It had been a few months since Charlotte had travelled to Nixagris, and she missed hanging out with her squadron in the icey snowfields of the North. “Johnathon!” Charlotte yelled out, as her best friend and squadron leader descended the stairs of his plane. Charlotte’s hair had been whipped about and she looked a sight. Taking off his helmet, he sported a broad grin, and Charlotte ran out to him, where he caught her on the fly and spun her around in a hug. In the background, Taru was watching through the door, and then disappeared within, to return the flail to the training room. On the helipad, Captain Antilles finally set Charlotte down. “You know you are supposed to salute your superior.” Charlotte placed her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side. “And..That would go the same for you…I am P.M. remember.” The Captain smacked her right shoulder and chortled. “Yeah…your still Char…Come on; take me in to see Baldy, before he blows a gasket.” The two then walked arm in arm, chatting about their home town of Nixagris. <3>
Soprano: Now apparently the fuss raised from her all but interacting in a friendly manner was not exactly smiled upon here… Dammit she was trying to explain and she now had several members of society poking and prodding at her with whatever they had next-… of course a finger was too much to ask for, and their rampant yelling and questioning stifled the green-word of any branches that somehow made it out from behind the walls and to her akin earth senses. She inhaled the air of day and note the hinted fragrances of all manners of emotions about-… animal instinct kicking in with fight or flight as a portly woman jabbed at her side with the end of her rolling pin, “Oii… wot is this then aye love?” her pin rising beneath her tail to press the tuft up with curiosity. She stiffened and went to move away as another human creature stepped forward and spoke his voice thick with an accent she didn’t recognize at all… “You don’t want to be catching no diseases from the ickle animals now do ye Madame? Come on now… come along love.” His hand pressed against Corinne’s flank as she startled and turned to walk away… It was like they had never heard of or seen someone like her before… They now were acting as if her very presence was profane. Perhaps she was underestimating the sheer stupidly of humans, but then again who was she to judge as she had walked into their society with their mannerism and expected things to be—OOUUUCH!! Someone was yanking on her ears in her stupor she had closed her eyes in a lengthy blink and the bog of a woman since consulted as ‘Brunilda’ was tugging on her long ears. The same ears that heard the whirling of a Harrier jet settle over and nearly deafen the crowd. Concentration settled elsewhere to the sight, Corinne took the opportunity to escape the crowd with bounding steps taking off in the direction wherever this flying machine had landed and was settling above in a castle like building she had yet to recognize… Of course not, this was a fair distance away… but there was nothing better than settling herself away from harm as she made haste in the direction of this jet and carefully weaselled her way down the road. This new world was so strange to her, having spent her life locked in a sanctuary and recently having hit maturity it was something she knew would take time to grow used to… The whisper of trees a missing aspect of her life that she had abandoned for adventure-… Adventure that was happening now… but she didn’t feel exactly welcome of course and her swift collected movements slowed as she began to her elegant, peaceful stride down the thoroughfare. Pans thrown at her, poked here and there… Many of her village had left in her time and yet she was rendered all but a stranger in a world she once felt comfortable in-… but it really wasn’t her world at all now… A lethargy settled over her as she neared the building this flying machine had landed, with eyes dropping their through anxiety she peered carefully from the outskirts, wondering what procedure to continue with on a traipse forward with her curiosity guiding her.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The jets engines were cooling down, as the helipad crew set to work to do the refuelling, whilst Captain Antilles and Charlotte went through the large wooden doors. Laughing and chattering, they were heading for Baldrick’s office, as he was in charge of the affairs of the Northern Province. Taru on the other hand, had returned the flail to its keep in the open training room, adjacent the main hall, when she glanced back to see Charlotte head into Baldrick’s office, where the sound of welcoming voices was heard. Baldrick was fond of Captain Antilles, who had been at Charlotte’s side right from resettlement all those years before, and went to flight school with her, where she got her wings. Taru could see Captain Antilles handing over a report from his satchel, before the trio came back out of the office, heading for the meeting room table, which was the centre piece of the ancient hall of Lacardis. Taru lowered her arms from resetting the flail, and thought it was best to leave them to their meeting, as she decided to get some air, out in the front entrance. Strolling out, the white haired Carrendar, raised her black hood over her head, the cape swirling up dust in her wake. Traditionally a loner, she was intending to study in the library, but felt she needed to go outside for a time. It was when she passed through the doors, she spotted an odd looking female with…bunny ears. “Now..that’s something you don’t see every day.” Taru exclaimed, loud enough to be heard. <3>
KingFalthosHellbore: -The itching thrum of a plasma generator would vibrate the very air within the underground workshop. Thick cables coursing with enough electricity to almost put a nuclear reactor to shame snaked across the floor into a series of large, archaic looking instruments. Within the dias situated at the centre of this, beneath the low hanging lights, stood what appeared to be a mech-suit in progress. The clattering and clank, the loud cry of a pressure wrench filled the air. A rather noisy clatter and a few curses shouted gave way to the view of Mathias. Mathias was a rather lanky individual, very slim, almost seemingly malnourished, but that was hardly the case. He stood up to roughly 6’2, weighing in at about 185 lbs. He swiped his sweaty brow in the cramped quarters of the cockpit, his green eyes scanning about the interior, adjusting knobs, tourquing a few bolts here and there. “Whelp.. Seems to me that this is going to still require more optic cabling through here.” -he said to himself, running over a list in his head before he continued bantering on- “But then that would cause problems, can’t be too tight. Maybe if I add…No..that would just rust in the end…Maybe…Ah hell…” -he let out a groan of temporary defeat before he popped his arms out to climb out. Jumping down onto the stone floor with a thud of his boots. He walked over to the nearest panel, bringing forth a handkerchief, wiping the oily hands as well as his sweat. He blinked, unhooking the tool belt he had worn for almost sixteen hours straight. Rubbing his eyes, he brought up a rather projected view of his keypad, clacking rather wildly away at the keys as he ran a software diagnostic of the suits programs. With one last key, he would nod- “Well, while it works, I got some shopping to do…Or maybe some digging..” -He would turn and climb the twelve foot ladder back up into the unsuspecting lower floor of an apartment building. He would throw on the leather jacket his father had bestowed upon him after his death, still holding his military rank perfectly stitched into the jacket. Slicking his rather unkempt brown hair back, he opened the door, and then locked it with a jingle of his keys. All the while he walked, for he did not live far from the market district, he jingled his rather ridiculous amount of keys in rhythm tic fashion, whilst conversing with himself as to future aspirations for what he had planned with the suit-
Captain277: *In the central dome of the Old Meeting Hall, the air subtly shifted. It was not immediately apparent that anything had changed at all, yet, still, the world felt infinitely heavy for a few seconds; dust stirred from corners that had not been tended to in years, and chairs splintered slightly with strained creaks as decade’s worth of wear and tear passed over their masterfully crafted frames in but a few seconds. Then, as if the gods of some ancient time had cast their judgment on the Meeting Hall, a congress of dark, angry clouds gathered in the central dome of the Hall. Streaks of luminescent fury reached out, their incandescent arcs dancing lazily across the floor for split seconds, before they finally returned to the writhing cloud of inky darkness which hung heavily above the central table like a shroud. The candles arrayed throughout the Hall flickered, simultaneously, and then immediately resumed their silent duty, each one inadvertently lending their thin tendrils of smoke to the gathering cloud. From inside the miasmic mass of almost palpable disdain arced lances of brilliant plasma, each one releasing a deafening thunderclap. Somewhere in the midst of the morass, a shape began to take form. Awkward though it appeared to be, the shape shifted and roiled alongside the folds and curves of the haze it dwelled in, until at last, it began to refine. The world shifted, suddenly, and only slightly, by the metric of one atom, to the left. Without warning, the whole of reality collapsed into that one, singular moment, and then immediately submitted and restructured itself. To the common observer, it might have felt more like the sudden shiver, experienced exclusively when one felt the bass roar of a thunderclap that struck far too close home. From the midst of the miasma, the vague figure suddenly resolved itself into an unfamiliar silhouette. With the sound of a thousand shrieking banshees, the figure’s edges hardened from those formed of mere speculation, into those of something distant gradually drifting closer towards the earth. The shadow passed through the clouds, dragging wispy, thin contrails along with it, as though the clouds had been the Shadow’s lover, slowly reaching out to catch It, only after it had passed far enough away for their touch to be useless. With the wail of something immense breaking the sound barrier, the heavily armoured figure punched through the black mists of space and time and hurtled into the dead centre of the meeting table. The cry of shattered glass and splintered wood greeted Captain as he stirred from his sudden and unexpectedly violent awakening. He shook his head and let out a quiet groan that did not pass through his armour’s temporarily scrambled vox-comm. The echo of his impact echoed throughout each of the Hall’s multitudinous corridors, and yet, Captain found himself entirely confused. Where was he? When was he? In fact, while he was on that line of reasoning, exactly. who was He? Slowly, the explanation began to form in his mind, though Captain felt he had only been told a portion of the truth. Shaking his heavily armoured head back and forth in an effort to wipe the stars from his eyes, Captain broke away from the utterly ruined table with no small effort, and stumbled to his feet. For a few seconds, Captain stood there, stock-still and utterly oblivious, before a few scratch marks in the table, and the arrangement of its ancient chairs refreshed some portion of his memory. Captain stumbled forwards, and promptly collapsed in one of the painstakingly wrought chairs, his breathing heavy. Someone would most assuredly be along shortly. Someone would give him answers.*
Soprano: The voice of the person calling out form the building caused her to start-… god help Brunhilda if she chose to return with her rumpus to ruin her current silence. A soft moment between her swift escape and now collection of thoughts within this rural area she had yet to expect to find. Now with her ears flattened into tightly held points above her head she turned to the voice and cocked her head curiously to the female with her nose seeking out familiar scent… Warmth, youth… Cloak with-… dust? Books? Her nose sniffed at the air as from behind her came the holler of the dreaded meat sack of a woman returning bearing a cleaver. “Awrught boys-… going to av’ some Hasenpfeffer fer your dinner tonight if you can catch the cheeky blighter.” The horrible beast of a woman stood in a squat 5 foot height, her belly twice as thick with either child or rolls of unforutnately placed fat that bobbled while she spoke, the thick syrup of spittle drooping into her third chin as she called to her boys all equally unfortunately proportioned and maybe slightly inbred (after all, a face only a parent could love right?) Corrine’s wide red eyes glanced to one of the men hardly paying attention with his pinky finger lodged in his left ear as she pulled from her weak vocabulary. “Lah-vae me… Aloe…” She spoke and struggled, biting her lip and drawing blood from the sharp fangs she bore as Brunhilda sat and watched her, reaching into her dress to remove a sweaty turkey leg from beneath her bullocks and tear off a meaty hunk. The Viera youth hissed gently, “Lah-veh… me… aloe-… Aye thank you sod.” What appeared to be the brightest of the bunch of boys spoke up in a comically dumb tone to say,. “She called as a sod, tha cheeky blighter-… let’s get er..” Two wielding shovels and the ear-picker pulling out a significant hunk of yellow matter holding a-… wall sconce of some kind, the candles still attached the charged with Brunhilda wielding the turkey leg up as battle cry erupted from her grease encased lips, “BbrrAAAGH!!” Corrine’s ears dropped and she froze before turning tail to the gate and leaping as best she could from the onslaught to a twelve foot distance away screaming her first english words to the curious female in her terror. “HELP. ME.”
KingFalthosHellbore: -Mathias was having a rather particularly wonderful conversation as to the weapon array configurations that he would masterfully craft into the shinning armour that he had hoped, would bring the government to grant him aide and funding to mass-produce the suits, until he heard a shrill cry of what had sounded familiar, it wasn’t the tone or the accent, but the words ‘HELP ME’. He stopped jingling his keys a moment. His eyes scanned the area, the voice had seemed distant. He would unclip a hidden holster of where he kept, yet another manner of science he had worked on. Using tesla coils it acted as a form of gauss weapon. It was still indeed a prototype, but it would make an excellent field test. He would begin to walk towards the sound’s origination. Passing through various winding alley-ways and apartment districts that all clumped together to form a block. He would stop spot a figure that had, very much vaulted over a gate, and was seemingly being perused by a rather small group of common-folk. This peculiar creature was intriguing in the first few seconds. He stood by a moment as he thought to himself “Well now, what do we have here..” He observed a good twenty feet away, but was taken slightly by surprise when previous she had flown mid-air after her vault twelve feet forward. He blinked in amazement. Taking down notes before he would speak up= “Is Everything alright?” his voice was something of a youth, a man in his mid-twenties, however, it was slightly an octave higher than your gruff, veteran of service-
CharlotteCarrendar:- “HELP. ME.” The strange looking girl cried out, bunny ears tagged down flat to her head as she sprinted towards the grand meeting hall doors. Taru’s gaze narrowed, only to have her ears prick to the sound of a dreadful woman, who was speaking in some god awful accent. Really the locals seemed to have descended into heathens, in Taru’s mind. Worst still, the rotund woman had back up, in the form of ogre like lads, who were all to eager to give chase to the one Taru considered “Bunny girl” Such noises and foul stench rose into the air, and carrying farming implements no less. A turkey leg too, one that appeared rotten, or was that just the horrid woman’s saliva; dripping onto the ground at her feet. As the frightened bunny girl zipped past, the hooded Taru stepped out and then blocked the path of the ones to give chase. Eyes shone, black as night set deep within the hollowed pits that were her sockets. She presented a strange aura, almost mystical, as she opened her mouth and released a fine black mist, that wafted into the air, and swirled about the trio. It was known…as the black. Hallucinogenic properties, mixed in with Taru’s own neuro toxins, that laced the air like a fine spray, that if inhaled would drive the victim to madness, if not death. Taru had not released quite enough to do such harm, but this would certainly give them a scare. Closing her mouth, Taru heard a cry from a man dressed resplendently in a full armour suit, decked with weapons, that she knew was not standard issue. “Is Everything alright?” Taru’s eyes shimmered back to their normal colour of blue, and she offered a haunting smile, gripping the edges of her hood, and drawing it down lower, masking her identity. “I think it is now.” :; Inside the meeting hall, as Baldrick, with Charlotte and Captain Antilles, were about to seat themselves at the meeting hall table, there was a god awful thunder clap, that preceded the swirl of clouds that were confined to the dome of the main hall auditorium. All three glanced to the roof, Baldrick trying to shield his eyes, from the spectacle. “We’ve got company!!”- Charlotte cried out, drawing Captain Antilles clear, as a being wearing a full suit of armour hurtled towards the centre of the meeting hall table; which virtually exploded on impact, showering those around in splinters of wood and glass. Baldrick promptly was blasted backwards, and landed on his bony ass, the report scattering along the marble floors, while Charlotte and Antilles, tried to take cover. As the hulking Captain lurched towards a chair, and the smoke and debris cleared, Taru wandered in and took one look at the table, then one at the Captain. “A blast…from the past?” she enquired. <3>
Captain277: *Captain choked inside his armour, the harsh series of coughs locking up his lungs for a few seconds. The air, even the atmosphere inside his armour, tasted impossibly different. Stunned and infinitely confused, Captain placed one mailed gauntlet against his thickly armoured skull and let out a quiet sigh. He shook his head sharply a few times, before suddenly snapping his attention up to his environment. His HUD flickered and buzzed with a horrendous burst of static that blinded his ability to see the complete environment, but something in the back of his skull told Captain that he knew this place. With a few more gasps, Captain rose from the chair, his world spinning, and braced himself against the Meeting Hall table. With the whir of servos and the subtle hum of recessed hydraulics, Captain scanned the room, sizing up the few biologicals that shared the area. Captain activated the suit’s Vox-Comm systems with a thought, and addressed what appeared to be the oldest of the bunch. On the exterior, Captain’s stoic helmet suddenly lit up with the sickly green glow of an unknown, digital power. A perfectly rendered human jawbone rendered itself across the anterior visor of the armoured giant’s headset, its anatomical precision articulating itself in an utterly alien way; after all, humans were used to seeing the lips of a being move, not their jaw. As Captain spoke, the holographic jaw jerked up and down in time with his speech, as if the helmet itself was speaking.* Greetings, Lacardians; or Nemaeans. I’ll be honest with you; I’m not exactly sure where I sent myself to. *Though Captain spoke the words, he could not help but frown to himself as he said them. He was certain he had sent himself nowhere, but the thoughts in his head resumed, unbidden, as if his first few sentences were little more than a pre-programmed speech.* If you would be so kind as to tell me exactly where, and when, I am, I would be more than grateful, and will be glad to grant each of you exactly one Boon.”
Soprano: Corrine had vaulted the gate and now stood shaking another with her hands gripping the bars with meagre strength as her attentions were caught by a male figure speaking in her direction…. How was she supposed to reply when his voice was drowned by the pumping of her panicked heart… Her eyes were fixed on the curious female by the door that smelled of familiarity in the oddest of ways. She turned her head for a moment to shake her head but her animal instincts took place… Oh no… oh no… she should of never left home-… she would end up like that turkey leg… Or worse… Indeed it was unethical but she was now a mouse in a trap… Help me, help me… creator help me… Corinne took past the robed figure the trio of men halting in their chase as they stood before her Brunhilda stalking forward with an angry grunt of effort as her yellow stained teeth gnashed in indignation at she who would halt the chase for her dinner. But terror struck their hearts… all but the youngest, which paused facing back to his mother with a thin strand of drool settling over his chin. The other boys stood and watched as the thick smoke settled over the gathering, and settled over each of them. All now but forgotten Corinne has taken that burst of speed from sheer adrenaline, her genetic bipolar twist settled by what was known to her people as the mist. Mutating their genes and splicing them with the local wildlife with what settled in a colony in the recollection. Or-… that was what she was told from generations past… Her great great grandmother had told her to never set eyes on a cloud of soot that burns and taints the unforgiving…. Of course she had never understood until now and shook now with respect and trembling. A low shivery break settled in her breathing as she rose, tan skin smattered with light spot printings almost like that of spotted fur in freckles over her very pulsing skin. She swallowed and rose to thank the woman before a crash shattered in her sensitive ears, and she released a low peal of pain, bringing her hands to her long lobes and releasing a soft moan of pain. Despite the boots she wore on her feet, small claws peeking free, every bristle on her broke with foreboding at the calamity of ungodly sound that broke into each level of what she was and echoed in her ears. The followers scattered, what might have been a puddle of piss carried off after Brunhilda and her ilk as they scrambled away, and let but a turkey leg in their wake to the woman who sprayed the black in their direction. The added thundering was by consequence but added in the terror from the blunt refusal to tech that these people obviously had for their intelligence was obviously lacking. Corinne had crooked but now rose back to her height slowly standing and straightening her back despite the ringing in her ears. Walking towards the male, his weapons all but ignored-… after all… She had no idea what this tech was-… or what dangers they held… Her bow on her back was all she bore or needed… She was in no way I fear of those who saved her from the horrific pleasantries upon shattered china in the company of naught but bogan’s. She walked forward, mannerisms gone but spoke in the language of her people, a soft whisper of thanks with her head bowed, “E dryhgoui vun ouin desa yht ahanko eh so naclia…” (I thank you for your time and energy in my rescue…) Her eyes flashed up as she crooked at the waist in a respectful bow, her name followed, “Corrine.” She swallowed and bent again, before rising and falling silent.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Baldrick propped himself up on the floor, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, and he managed to regain focus, only to spot the man that had held the heart of his former Mistress till her death. “Gahh.” He exclaimed, scrambling from the floor, whilst a staffer ran out from a nearby office and tried to help collect up the scattered files. Charlotte and Captain Antilles turned back to see the giant lurching up from the antique wooden chair; with the splintering of wood, tinkling upon the marble floor. .* Greetings, Lacardians; or Nemaeans. I’ll be honest with you; I’m not exactly sure where I sent myself to. * Captain Antilles and Charlotte shot looks at each other, both as confused as the other of what the Captain was going on about. ~Sent himself?~ Taru of course, was the first to get in close range of the Captain, and she reached up to slowly remove the black hood, that gave way to showing off her winter white tresses. Taru was as much an alien to Nemaues, as it seemed that the Captain was. However, she was more than happy to oblige his enquiry. “You are in…Lorewall. The capital of Nemaues. The year is 2011, last I checked.” The older of the Carrendar siblings, who had never met Captain before, glided across the floor, with her cape swirling behind her. She extended a slender hand out from her robe, and with the palm turned up, she said simply. “You owe me a boon.”- Charlotte finally recognised the giant in the new armour suit, and she uttered. “Captain?” <3>
Captain277: *Captain let out a series of gruff, repetitive bursts of static that might have been, on the other side of his armour, chuckles. The harsh green light of his visor flickered for a moment as his head swivelled in the direction of the nearest mortal. Captain inhaled, breathing in through his nose. Even though the armour prevented him from actually smelling the woman who now stood, expectantly, just a few feet away from him, he did it more for decorum’s sake. With a low, yet somehow pleasant growl, Captain addressed the woman.* Child of this world, you tell me nothing I did not already suspect. It pleases Us to know the transference has occurred according to plan. Though you have done little, save confirm my suspicions, I am a being of my Word, and I shall grant you whatever is in my power to do so. *Captain paused momentarily, the virtual representation of his jawbone paradoxically warping slightly downwards into what might have been interpreted as a frown. He mumbled quietly to himself, the words utterly lost as the Vox-Comm tried to translate the foreign language, and then utterly failed. After a few seconds of static and incomprehensible mumbling, Captain turned his attentions back to Lorelei’s chid.* Yes, indeed, whatever is within my power. What do you wish?”
CharlotteCarrendar: – “Hmmm…fraid you can’t grant me what I wish for…Captain is it?” Taru replied, reaching instead to grasp the edges of her cloak, then lower her head, and whisper something under her breath that was illegible. The taller daughter of Carrendar then swept from the room, retreating to the library, where she closed the door behind her silently. Charlotte on the other hand, did come closer, taking a look at the dome structure then lowering her gaze back to that of the Captain. “Don’t mind her, she is always moody.” Releasing Captain Antilles hand, she approached the Captain, and asked. “Do you remember me at all?…Charlotte….Charlotte from Lacardis.” Baldrick was muttering and rummaging through the file from Nixagris, and then the pent up emotion gave way, and he dropped the file on the meeting hall table. “In the old days, you used to use the door…Captain. First time I have seen you pop out of a cloud. Must be some ship you travel on these days.”- the old man still had some fight left in him, even after all these years. <3>
QueenNikkiz: – ahh she knows she isn’t good at visiting other Kingdoms, however she is her and she isn’t turning back now. she pulls her dress up off the ground and walks on up to the door and awaits the guards to come escort her, no one came , but she could hear the voices just inside the door so she gracefully walks in and peeks her small blonde head in the door, then she whispers, almost too quietly ” Hello ” she giggles to herself knowing no one could hear her, then again in her full Queen composure as she felt she was close enough ” Hello Your Majesty” I am the Queen Of The Tudors Kingdom , and I seek Alliance and also I simply love visiting – she says with a bright warm smile-
Captain277: *Behind his helm, Captain quirked an eyebrow at Taru’s inexplicably sudden shift in demeanour. Silently, Captain shrugged, the neon eyes of his visor trailing the woman as she shuffled off to a portion of the Hall that his mind politely told him was the Library. Captain, still struggling with his presence in this unfamiliar iteration of an otherwise recognizable world, decided not to follow her, and anchored himself firmly to his point of origin. As Charlotte drew near, Captain’s eyes lit up, and he found himself rather glad for the privacy his helm afforded him. Though he found himself feeling rather uncharacteristically glad that Charlotte still existed, in this world, Captain managed to hide the emotion.* She must get that from her mother. *Charlotte introduced herself, and Captain chuckled quietly. This time, the sound carried through his rapidly-resetting Vox-Comm properly.* I know you, Charlotte. At this point, I would dare say I know you better than you know me, but I digress. Such words are not meant for you, any more. I did promise a boon to Taru, yes, but such a favour was granted to all of those in the room, so long as one helped me. What do you wish for? *Captain’s attention snapped suddenly to Baldrick. His tone dropped a few octaves, and yet somehow maintained a sharp, sarcastic air.* you’re still alive, Baldy? I had thought you would have gone the same way as the rest of the din- *Captain suddenly caught himself, and cleared his throat. Even though he had allowed his Choler to rise, Captain took a few breaths and continued.*My apologies, Baldrick. The trip took quite a lot out of me. What is the favour you request?”
CharlotteCarrendar:- Perhaps Taru was more like Lorelei than one had imagined, certainly her temper that was for sure. Charlotte on the other hand was always the quieter of the two, and was delighted in fact that the Captain remembered her. He spoke with a fondness that was like that of a lost relative come calling. The younger Carrendar actually blushed and showed a smile that grew, especially with the sarcastic tone with which he addressed old Baldrick. Charlotte had half a mind to speak to him that way, but she generally refrained from purposefully trying to upset the old bugger. “I figure I must have upset the Gods at some point, they don’t want this bag of bones just yet.” He snapped, then changing his tune a bit on the offer of a favour being given to all in the room. Baldrick removed his glasses and proceeded to chew on the ends, going into deep thought of what he would favour. “Nice pair of slippers. Mine have holes in em, and these floors chill my bones at night.” Baldrick said with a nod, while Charlotte shook her head. “I’ll be happy just to give the boon to Taru later. But, you could answer me a simple question. Why did you come back…and why now?” At this point, Taru emerged from the library, carrying a small leather bound book in black, and noticed they had company. A regal looking woman, who was making an announcement of her arrival. ” Hello Your Majesty” I am the Queen Of The Tudors Kingdom , and I seek Alliance and also I simply love visiting.” Taru withdrew an apple from her cloak and took a large bite out of it, chewing heartily, as she pointed the apple at Charlotte and said with a full mouth. “Shhpeak to the Black haired girrrrrl. Shhe’s the Prime Minister..*she takes another bite* ~crunch~ “She does the alliances.” <3>
MrObserver: Silent, alone, and observing… the Black King watched from a dimension above. The 5th as it would be known… With a sight drone reverberating within his chest, the 13 foot tall, black skinned being which had came accustomed to wearing Neo-Victorian era style clothing rose from his seat. Within the confines of his mind, the being spoke aloud in the silence. “Never settle for standing alone within the domains of hierarchy.” Steps did not echo, not a sound of breath, nor a single popping of the skeletal system that supported the being body was released as it arched back then jolted forward. With two ebony and crimson tendrils rushing up over his shoulders, and 4 around the frame of his torso, the silence was broke as they penetrated the barrier between dimensions. It was much like glass as what was originally nothing was riddled with webbed fractures. Again the being spoke within its own mind, settling the score with the barrier again. “I do not ask for your permission, I wander where I please…” Sudden the barrier shattered; scattering like that of glass fragments on a marble floor. Opened was the door by his tendrils which had acted much like a key… or not a sledge hammer assailing a jewellery stores displace window. Silence was a mean of action to him…. A mean of transportation once disrupted. Compared to the transportation means of 4th dimensional beings, this was the quickest route to his destination, one that he’d been observing for sometime… A single government building on Lacardis, a meeting room which held three being which he didn’t hold much affinity for as of the moment… Well, with the exemption of one… one who seemed to be wiser and much older than the others? With the sudden jump into a dimension below his, the strain of change would drain his inner energy slightly over time as he would remain in his 5th dimensional form as to refrain from being seen the perceptions of the beings who would only see in 3rd & 4th dimensional life. Behind two females, he’d arrived. His silence everlasting, his eyeless gaze watching…. “I wonder if any shall be capable of grasping my presence here amongst this lot…” Once again he’d spoken to himself with the confides of his mind.. <E>
Captain277: *He couldn’t help but smile at Baldrick’s spirit. With a slight nod, Captain shifted to a slightly more conversational tone.* Well Baldrick, you know what they say; Only the good die young. *For a few seconds, the obsidian-black layers of Captain’s armored plates seemed to writhe and shudder of their own volition, before the dark patina peeled slowly away from the giant’s armored form and began to coalesce at the end of his palm in the form of an opaque ball of dirty mist. With a halfhearted flick of his wrist, Captain launched the ball at Baldrick. As the projectile soared through the air, it began to melt away, its hazy edges gradually shaping into something altogether familiar; a pair of rather cozy-looking men’s slippers; modestly crafted out of what appeared to be sturdy, yet inexpensive leather. The set of footwear landed with a soft, synthetic flop on the ground just a few inches away from Baldrick. Captain gave the man a polite nod, and turned his attention back to Charlotte. Quietly, he took in her request, and smiled to himself, once again.* Taru’s boon is her own, child. You have no reason to ask your favour of me now. Perhaps it would be better for you to save it. Your question is both trivial, and inevitable, and therefore there is no reason why I should count it as a debt. Simply speaking, I-*Captain locked up again, and for a moment, he couldn’t remember the details of his own advent.*-Excuse me, child. How long have I been gone, exactly?
QueenNikkiz: – she smiles warmly and dares to pour herself a goblet full of wine, she begins to sip on it as she looks around the room listening to the other-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Counting the fingers on her hands, she replied to the Captain. “About eight…I think. I remember you saying you had to cross the world, I figured you got lost.” Charlotte lowered her hands to her sides, and watched as Baldrick was trying on the fancy new slippers that Captain had provided from the dirty looking sphere. “Oooo nice leather ones too. Match my night coat.” The old timer chortled, twisting his right ankle, admiring the craftsmanship. He was not one without manners and chimed. “Thank you Captain.” Probably the first time in many a year where Baldrick was hospitable. But you never kick a gift horse in the teeth. Charlotte caught sight of the fancy lady who had entered the hall, and was addressed by an apple munching Taru. “You seek an alliance. M’lady?” Charlotte enquired, as Taru brushed past and took a seat at the damaged meeting hall table, chuckling under her breath. “I suppose we could make some arrangements in that regard. Baldrick…get the alliance forms in triplicate and my stamp if you would be so kind.” Baldrick shuffled off in his new slippers to Charlotte’s office, whilst Charlotte returned her attention to the Captain. “I don’t recall the armour you have on. New is it?” She asked, taking up a chalice of wine herself, swirling it around with a light flick of her wrist. <3>
MrObserver: -Unaccompanied, inhibited, and observing the, gigantic being of thirteen feet tall and murdered out skin had situated himself upon a throne of self exile. For some time now he’d being paying close attention to four being of a lower dimensional status… Well three to be more exact. There was one that had his interests, and as it was… He was curious to figure out the beings mannerisms and origins. There was something transmundane about the being he’d come to simple know as… “Captain.” It was devoid of word that this would be a surprise to the individuals which resides within the government buildings meeting room on Nemaues to meet an elevated dimensional being. Solely, he worry was not on how they would take his appearance, nor was it even the fact he’d be breaking their set laws of physics by jumping dimensions upon will… It was his right as an elevated plains being to wonder around in lower dimensions. He was no “God”, nor was he a “Devil”, No; he was just some ordinarily unnatural future visitor of Nemaues. Lashing on the edge of the thrones back support, crimson and ebony tactical-members which were the protrusion of his very being, had being playing gently as their owner leaned back, crossing his legs and arms. “Truly it’s devoid of saying, these lesser beings hold much potential… even here in the elevated plains, but I must be careful… All beings deserve the right to live… “This thought was just one of many based off the singular knowledge of his existence in a lesser plain could catastrophic if he left his nature unchecked. Gamma and sigma radiation would be released into the surrounding if he did relinquish his full form before them. “An altered state will have to be put into commission…” Silence he been shattered thanks to the myriad of souls he’d taken from other dimensions below and within the one he resided in. “Yes, well… I shall have to accommodate for their flaws and refrain from making a full appearance…Or figure out a method of being truly tangible before them. But to negate my own nature will take something much greater than I myself am capable of…” His words trailed off… Thought process kicking in, and then a theory of “captains” suite came into play. Was he wearing it to ward of such effects as those which were tied to him? Certainly not… Never had he heard, or seen a being of lesser dimension having to accommodate others in such away… To negate one’s own nature was an idea of equality he’d like to believe was the truth that this fellow named “captain” was playing on. “Either way…. It must be done… I’ll head there now in an altered form…” He’d whispered as he rose from his throne and his tactical members retreated into tightly wrapped coils upon his back. Silence was returned but only for mere moments before he lifted his left arm and narrowed his hand flat against something imperceivable…. A impede between dimensions. Though these being he wished to fist were forth dimensional, they resided in a third dimensional world. No matter, he’d just bypass the forth and step into the third. With a slight push of hand, the barrier seemed to just give way; fragmentized be the sheer will of its assailant. Light rushed around him, energy warped and time seemed to slow down rapidly as he materialized within the very room he’d be observing the 4 beings. Though he’d tuned himself down greatly, and was only partial there, he remained imperceivable as he stayed in an altered fifth dimensional from. Expressionless and silent beyond these beings perceptions; all sense were to low from the majority, be he theorized about “captains”, he must be something much more than meets these beings eyes. Silence was maintained through his strides as he came up behind the two females. “Charlotte” and “Taru” he though the names were as he came to a halt behind them, his attentions locked onto the fellow named “Captain”. Now, if his theory was correct, this being out of them all was more than able to see him… all that was needed now… was time.. <E>
A grey sky, with its darkened clouds releasing a torrent of rain, was what met Dixie when she awoke the morning of her ultra sound. Demetrios had headed off to Russia, on his bid to save Mia from her captors, and whilst she wished she could have gone along with him and Alex, she knew that she would just get in the way. Dem would never consider allowing her to go, especially since she carried their child. A child; who was growing rapidly. Dixie was now twenty weeks pregnant and doing more than showing. A night on the couch came after she could not get comfortable in their bed. Waking with a yawn, she could hear the repeating ping of rain falling upon the roof of the garage. Yes, she was still living in the garage behind the tattoo shop. It was home after all. Their home. The alarm clock flashed it was after nine am, and groaning, Dixie had to push herself up, cushions falling on the floor. A light stretch then rub of her swollen stomach, she swung her legs over and sat up, and blinked a few times.
There was suddenly a mad banging on the garage door, followed by a whine. Then a dark chuckle, obviously male. More voices and then a chorus of “DIXIE…WAKE UP!” Dixie pushed herself up, and strode over, her night shirt, which was one of Alex’s black shirts, hanging down over her ass. She pressed the button to open up the roller door, only to see Betty, Nikolas and a very sophisticated Maggie, all waiting in the rain with their umbrellas up
“It’s fooking raining cats and dogs…open the fooking door, ya silly moppet!” Maggie was still the same Irish gal, no matter how dressed up she appeared. With her hair styled into a loose bun, with curls that fell about the curve of her face, she was the epitome of style, but shivering from the cold blast that the rain gave off. She trotted in, lowering her umbrella and shaking the water from it, eyeing Dixie’s bare legs. “Get some fooking pants on….and the kettle…No wait, I do that..you get dressed. NIKOLAS..get in, the gal ain’t dressed yet.” Stating the obvious, Nikolas wiggled his eyebrows, and sauntered in, wolf whistling at Dixie, who was gripping the edges of her oversized T shirt, trying to pull it down. “I slept in…okay? We got time.” Dixie muttered, scurrying off, while Betty practically skidded in on a wet patch caused by Maggie’s umbrella being closed. Betty, was dressed in bright red leather pants, and a bizarre oversized jumper made from wool, and various strips of leather, in a mad pattern. One of her creations, she was beaming, her hair in twin ponytails. Colourful, would be how best to describe the ensemble. “Crikey…the floor is like glass, almost went ass over tit! Tea for me, Mags. Two sugars. Not sweet enough…ha. Oh this is …nice.” Betty said with a quirky expression checking out the interior of the garage. The crazy Aussie tossed her bag on the couch, and flopped down, admiring Nikolas’s ass as he checked out Demetrios’s Ducati. “Okay…Dem has taste. Bitchin’ Check it out. Mag’s…buy me one of these babies.” Nikolas joked, tempted to straddle the bike and take it for a spin.
Dixie must have had a sixth sense, as she took a shower, and you could hear her sing out to Nikolas.
“Touch the bike…you die, Cheddar. That’s Dem’s other baby.”
Dixie turned off the shower taps, and she rummaged about, you could hear her muttering and trying to get dressed in the small bathroom. Not feeling comfortable about getting dressed in full sight of her friends. Dixie finally exited the bathroom, wearing black jeans and a skivvy, which pulled tight over her baby bulge. Brushing up her hair as she walked, she had her hair tie clenched in her teeth, and came to stop near the TV, setting down the brush, and tying her hair back neatly in a single ponytail. She wore only the lightest amount of makeup, already having a natural glow to her cheeks, after being in the hot shower. Her baby bump really was noticeable, especially with her light frame. Nikolas who had been touring the side of the garage that had Demetrios’s tools wandered back over, accepting a cup of coffee from Maggie, who was fussing about like a Mother Hen around Dixie.
“Coffee for me…”
Dixie sung out, fixing her hair and smoothing it back with both hands. Maggie instantly snapped her head around and waved a tea spoon.
“Tea…green tea. It’s good for the baby. I brought some.”
Dixie pulled one hell of a face. ~No coffee?~ Nikolas bit his lip and Betty suddenly noticed a crack in the ceiling.
“I never thought of you as living in a garage unless you married…a roadie or something Dix.”
Betty chimed, being handed a cup of tea from the dutiful Maggie. Nikolas watched on fascinated at the red haired Irish lass, fussing and trotting around the garage like she owned it.
“Being a PA suits you, hun. Just…you know you’re off the clock.”
Maggie had been putting in a lot of hours, working for the mysterious Midas; who was currently overseas, and she was having to do all her correspondence to him by phone and email. Nikolas wasn’t too sure if he liked the new Maggie, actually preferring her to be busking; doing what she loved. But with the Death Club closed, they did need the extra income, and this paid very well indeed. Maggie placed down a hot cup of green tea before Dixie on the coffee table, and then placed her hands on her hips.
“Someone has to take care of her…make sure she doesn’t go harming her body. Demetrios isn’t here, so…we step up and take care of her.”
This was delivered with a firm nod of the head, while Dixie stared down at the green tea. Truth was…she hated the stuff. Coffee was her morning fuel, and she was often a bear with a sore head without it. Betty chuckled and then brought her finger to her lips, out of view of the feisty Maggie, and withdrew a can of red bull from her large black leather handbag. She tipped the can back and forth and laughed silently, only to quickly shove it back in her bag, when Maggie turned around to Betty and Nikolas.
“Come on..get it in yas…we gotta catch the next taxi to the clinic. Her appointment is at ten am.”
“But…but…but..”
Dixie protested, but to no avail, Maggie had already started cleaning up the garage. Picking up scattered cushions that Dixie had used on the couch, and placing them back on the couple’s bed in the corner. Nikolas nudged Dixie playfully, in the midst of Maggie’s cleaning frenzy.
“Play along for now. I can get you a nice coffee after art class.” Nikolas whispered, as Dixie tipped the green tea into her one and only living pot plant, before handing Nikolas the empty cup. “Mmmm….had no idea it was so good.” She lied, going to get her bag, while Betty took the remaining cups to the kitchenette. By this point, Maggie had started picking up the wet towels in the bathroom and cleaning up. Nikolas was already getting the garage door, when he sung out to Maggie.
“We be leaving you behind, and you can spend the day here playing Demetrios’s Xbox, instead of seeing the baby.” Nikolas chortled, seeing a flustered looking Maggie emerge from the bathroom; clattering of heels on the concrete floor. “Wait for me, you ungrateful fooks!”
Arriving at the specialist clinic that Demetrios had arranged for prior to his trip to Russia, Dixie had a dreaded feeling, alighting from the taxi, and seeing the very place that had been a centre point to lives of the employees of the Death club. After the attacks and bombing, this is where they ended up. Could the clinic offer them a happier visit, seeing as this is where Dixie was going to be having the baby. Nikolas paid the taxi driver, while Betty slipped her arm around the nervous Dixie.
“Come on…it’s just a scan. You look like they are about to amputate your leg of something.” Betty playfully hugged her bestie, as Dixie showed a fake smile. Maggie was on her cell phone, fielding a call from Midas, her employer. “Yes…I made sure you had the Armani. Tickets are on the dresser. NO…the blue. You look good in the blue. NO, I am not going over to your apartment now. The grey is too subtle. Yes….I know but…Ugh..give me an hour.” Sliding her finger across the pad, she pocketed the cell phone, and hurried to catch up with the others, that were making their way into the receptionist desk. There were three nurses behind the station, one of which was Nurse Lola, who remembered Dixie right away. With her blue uniform hugging her form and accentuating her mountainous breasts, she leant forward and spoke into the mic.
“Doctor Walsh to scans. Paging Doctor Walsh.” The nurse flicked the switch and with her right hand gestured which way the group should go. “Down the hall, second room on the right. That is the waiting room for the Ultrasounds. Dixie, hope you had kept your fluids up. Just go down and the Doctor will be with your shortly.” Nurse Lola said with authority, before she advised the group. “Oh..and please make sure all your electronic equipment and cell phones are switched off when entering. Have a good day.”
“That means you, Mags.” Nikolas said, casting a look at her, knowing full well, it would be still turned on. Maggie shrugged and took the cell phone out of her pocket and made sure it was turned off. “There…see, I do listen.”
Nikolas slapped Maggie’s ass, and the four entered the waiting room; a sparsely decorated room, with eight chairs that went around the walls, and pictures of happy children and rainbows. There was a coffee table with magazines spread out, along with brochures for health insurance. The four had not even found a seat, when Doctor Walsh, a sombre looking chap in a white lab coat entered, holding Dixie’s file underneath his arm. Seeing that there was others present, he tipped his head forward slightly, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “Are you all here to see the scan being done? The room is not very big.” Doctor Walsh said, as Betty smiled brightly. “YEP!..Wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’ve come all the way from Australia. I want front row. I’ll even squirt on the gel if it helps.” Nikolas let out a loud laugh at Betty’s enthusiasm, which got the Doctor’s attention. “You must be the father, nice to meet you.” The Doctor offered his hand to shake, and Nikolas looked confused by this. “Errr..no, I am a very close friend. Not THAT close, Maggie would kill me…come to think of it, so would Demetrios. I’m…..the support crew.” He beamed, as Maggie popped her head out from behind Nikolas. “Oi…I’m not waiting outside. I have been waiting to see the baby. “All three were so eager, and Dixie felt herself shrink down at all the attention. “I could wait outside.”- She offered, to which the three chorused. “No!”
The Doctor waved his hands for all to settle, and offered to walk Dixie into the ultrasounds room, to help her get ready on the observation table near the machines. The three amigos…as Dixie now thought of them, filed in and huddled together, so they could get a good view of the monitor. The Doctor drew back Dixie’s skivvy, and then squirted the clear gel upon her rounded abdomen.
“Oh look…she has an outie.” Betty teased, as Dixie closed her eyes and wondered how much longer this would take. Truth be told, she really wanted Demetrios to be there at her side, but unfortunately, he had committed himself to saving Mia. The lights turned off, and the glow of the monitor illuminated Dixie and the Doctor, as he placed the wand on her belly, and you could hear the woosh woosh of Dixie’s own heart, while the image on the monitor showed the insides of Dixie’s belly. As the Doctor started to move it around, pressing it in deeper, there was the faint sound of a second heart. And then…on the screen, you could see a leg…then another. Moving further, the body of the tiny baby came into view. The sound of the baby’s heart was beating fast, and Nikolas, Betty and Maggie were all in awe, of the new life that was being seen for the first time.
“Look…the baby is sucking its fist.”
Maggie was the first to notice, while Nikolas was trying to see if they could tell what sex the baby was.
“I think I see its willy.”
Nikolas cried out, pointing and Betty put her glasses on, trying to get a better look.
“That’s its foot…silly.” Betty replied, pushing her glasses up her nose.
The Doctor turned the monitor so that Dixie could see for herself. Dixie reached out with her right hand, and touched the screen, where the baby was moving around, coming in and out of focus, due to the pressing of the wand.
“So beautiful…” Dixie uttered, feeling the first tears roll down her cheeks.
“Very healthy too. Just the right length for a baby of twenty weeks, so whatever it is you are doing, keep doing it, Miss Chix. I have made a copy of this, so you can take it home for your partner. And I guess you want to know what sex the baby is?” The Doctor asked, as the other three got closer, hoping to hear the news too. Slowly, Dixie nodded, and the Doctor moved the wand as the baby turned away and then around, showing off the tell tale sign.
The Jackal was displeased in Ira’s defiant act, watching him get into the stolen car and speeding off after hurling obscenities at the pair. Slowly he lowered his right arm, and then re-holstered his firearm into the keeper inside his jacket. Ayalah continued to coo in Uri’s ear whilst running her nails down Uri’s back in an effort to sooth his temper. The cocky Israeli knew that Uri would not stand for such insolence from the reckless agent, who had just thrown away his career and all for the sake of a Japanese girl who was probably dead. The flight attendant came to the top of the stairs, just shy of the plane’s entrance and uttered;
“The Captain has said it is time to go, while we still have clearance.”
A sense of urgency in her voice, with her light blue eyes staring at the couple on the tarmac. The Hostess, dressed smartly in a navy blue uniform, also happened to be one of Uri’s agents. The blonde haired beauty extended her hand to gesture the pair to come aboard, urging them, while the pilot was going through the last of the pre-flight checks.
Uri snorted loudly, his face dark and with his heavy eyebrows knitted together, he then looked as though he had smelt something awful. And that awful was coming from Ayalah. Turning his head towards her, his nose wrinkled up, and he gripped the edge of her chin, with his thumb and forefinger, before saying with a growl in his tone.
“You smell like piss and a dead man’s jizz. Do NOT touch me again until you have washed. Now…get on the plane!” Uri pushed her face with his fingers as if trying to get her away from him, sensing she was indeed unclean after the months locked up in Yuri’s compound. Spinning on the ball of his right heel, he marched up to the stairs of the plane and reached the top, where he asked the flight attendant. “Get me a hot towel…and anti-bacteria hand wash. “ The young attendant nodded about to follow Uri on the plane, when he bellowed. “AND MAKE SURE VIPER IS CLEANED BEFORE SHE JOINS ME!” The attendant smirked as she glanced back down at the tarmac to the now fuming and humiliated Ayalah. “You heard him…get on board and I show you to the shower.” Ayalah tugged at the sack like dress she was wearing and headed up the stairs, only to have the flight attendant hold her own nose, as Ayalah passed her. “Ooo you do smell bad.” Ayalah rounded on the flight attendant and growled. “Shut up!” The angered Israeli disappeared inside the plane, as the flight attendant chuckled and closed the cabin door.
Before Ayalah could even think about the shower, the Captain’s voice came over the intercom, instructing all to take their seats and buckle in as the gulfstream prepared for takeoff. The flight attendant directed Ayalah to the seat beside her, rather than having her stink out the main cabin, where Uri was seated. Uri was staring out the oval window and looking out to the maintenance crew that were waving flags to get the plane ready to taxi out onto the runway. Though to him, this mission was a success to bring back his Viper, what he was not happy about was losing his Wolf, and the Lotus doing her final mission. Two for one, was it worth the price? As much as he loved Ayalah, he also loved being in control of these people’s lives. For one to have the balls and stare down the barrel of a gun, and more or less tell him to fuck off, was an insult he found hard to bare. Was he losing his touch? Had the Jackal lost his bite? Uri reached up and ran a finger along one of the deep creases in his forehead. Time was not being kind, nor his friend. He smacked his lips and said simply;
“Botox..I think I will get some…”
The jet engines fired up and the plane shuddered slightly, while the radio chatter from the control tower could be heard in deep Russian voices. In the flight attendants section, the blonde attendant was spraying some air freshener about, as she was finding the scent of Ayalah to be on the nose. Ayalah smacked the flight attendant’s arm, which was not the worst she could have done, at least for now, but clearly the attendant didn’t seem to care. Ayalah was ripe enough to make a man gag. The flight attendant took a breath and held it, while Ayalah folded her arms in annoyance. She couldn’t wait to have a shower and wash the scum and stain from her body; remove all traces of the foul men of Yuri and be acceptable once more to her Uri.
Finally the gulfstream was given clearance to take off, and the jet roared down the runway taking off into the wintry night sky, leaving behind the mess caused by those of the Death Club. The seat belt sign switched off, and Ayalah was finally able to make her way to the shower cubicle on board, where she would also find a change of clothing, shoes and makeup, as well as personal hygiene products. Ayalah practically tore off the sack like dress and tossed it in the trash bin, before stepping under the hot spray of water, and closing the frosted folding door. To even have a shower itself was a blessing, and she realized as she stood under the spray that she was free. However, whilst lathering the soap in her hands, a cruel expression pained her face. More than ever now, she wanted vengeance against those that landed her in that foul cell of Yuri’s in the first place. The steam rose up around her, and she rubbed the soap into every part of her body, cleansing herself, while she could not wash away the stain of the memory of the foul Boris. Ayalah grit her teeth remembering him licking her out and how she actually got off on it. The disgusting pig deserved the death wish he got for his efforts. Ayalah turned and tipped her head back, the water dousing her hair flat, and she vigorously washed with a sweet smelling shampoo. It felt so good; the hot water practically scalding, but at the same time invigorating to her senses.
Stepping out and wrapping the towel around her svelte and dripping body, she caught sight of herself in the small basin mirror, and wiped her hand over the glass. This was the first time she had seen herself in over a month, and the effects of her captivity were obvious. Sunken cheeks, dark rings under her eyes. Ayalah looked tired. The Israeli poked at her right cheek with her finger, and then made goose lips at herself. Things were going to get better, once she had recovered from her ordeal. A nice spot in a health spa; being waited on hand and foot by gorgeous men in tight white shorts…and not much else. This caused her to chuckle softly. Oh yes…the Viper would be back. There was no mistaking that.
Emerging from the bathroom, Ayalah was once again the picture of elegance and refinement, as well as smelling a lot sweeter than when she went in. The Flight attendant appeared smug as she served Uri a glass of gin and tonic, then took the tray up under her arm and enquired;
“Would Madame like to see the drink’s list, or shall I just bring a bottle and a straw?” The Flight attendant chortled, but seems she spoke too soon, for Uri shot her THAT look.
“Get her a white wine, and bring back a plate of the select cheeses. That will be all, Misty.”
The flight attendant pouted and sashayed back to the galley, as Ayalah took her seat across from Uri and snarled as she glanced back over her shoulder at the flight attendant’s ass.
“You’re fucking her, aren’t you?” Ayalah said with a nasally whine, much to Uri’s annoyance. He simply picked up his crystal glass and twirled his wrist. “Do I share my love life with you normally, Viper?” It was a fair question, and one that had Ayalah slink back. “For that matter, do I hassle you about your nocturnal pursuits?….Exactly. So let us leave such talk behind us, and you can fill me in on the compound. As you know, I am not entirely pleased to lose Wolf. He was…is a good man. I treated him like a son.” Uri placed his crystal glass back on the table, then sat back and gazed at Ayalah with intent. He wanted to know exactly what happened during the escape, and perhaps an insight into what spurred Ira to turn traitor. The flight attendant waltzed back with the glass of wine steady on the tray, and bent forward, extending her arm to offer the glass to Ayalah. Not entirely pleased to see the haughty attendant again, Ayalah took up the glass, and gave a quick nod as if to dismiss her silently, but then uttered a low hissing sound; her teeth gritted together menacingly. Uri watched the carry on, and tipped his head back and laughed.
“Viper…you really must learn to steady your temper. Why be jealous of a simple flight floozy, eh? Not like you. Now…come, tell me all that I want to know.” Uri waved the flight attendant away with the flick of his wrist; his gold swiss made watch glinting in the artificial light. Ayalah raised the glass to her lips and tipped her head back slightly, taking a mouthful of the wine, and letting it roll around in her mouth before swallowing. She then toyed with the stem of the glass, staring at the golden coloured liquid, before uttering softly;
“That Russian Scum; Yuri. Foul beast of a man. Tortures and rapes women; treating them like cattle locked in cages for his use, or that of his clients. From what I am to understand, he sought to have me raffled off to a high bidder. I was fortunate, only got bitch slapped twice by his rabid dog of a woman, Sasha…I think her name was. “ Ayalah paused for a moment, licking her bottom lip, and staring directly now at Uri before continuing. “I got the word that the Wolf and Lotus were coming. I knew you would not let me down, so it was a matter of time. Course, one of the guards decided he would take his chance. Wanted to bed me….” The Israeli pursed her lips and stared out the window, while Uri drummed his heavily jewelled fingers on his arm rest. “Go on…don’t stop now, Viper. My girl never runs from a fight. You killed him, yes? ”
Ayalah shrugged her shoulders and pouted. Not exactly keen to explain how far that horrid man; Boris had got. “A small sacrifice for greater gain. Letting him get so far…enabled me to get out of that shoe box of a cell. Let’s just say…he is now a permanent reminder there of my visit.” You could hear the venom dripping off each word, and this made Uri smile with delight. She had not lost any of her bite and for this he was proud. “Good good. So…that clears up how you got out of the cell, then …how did you manage to get out of the grounds? Did Wolf help you?” This was the part that even Ayalah found bizarre. Setting down the wine glass, Ayalah then eased back and crossed her left leg over her right elegantly, whilst draping her right arm over the neighbouring chair. “A woman…dressed like a ninja of all things. She was the one that kept me hidden till Wolf finally showed up. Even gave directions on how to leave the compound, where to find the cars, the keys. Feisty bitch too. Remind me to slap her the next time I am sent to Russia on a mission. Heh.” Ayalah was starting to feel her confidence rising once more, for she felt a renewed sense of worth, now that she could tell her tale of her daring escape.
Uri then slammed his fist on the arm rest, breaking Ayalah’s concentration, and she looked up to see he was now angry about something. “What?” She asked, curious to this sudden change in his demeanour. “What…happened to Wolf? Why is he out there…searching for Lotus? Eh? He should have known that Lotus was on a one way mission? Why has he gone so soft?” Ayalah shrugged at first, clearly not understanding his anger. “Who knows…maybe he fell in love with little Miss Tokyo….how should I know? Probably a bigger slut than her mother….” Ayalah trailed off till she felt the slap of Uri’s hand across her face, leaving a huge welt. “Don’t you EVER speak of her mother that way…do I make myself perfectly CLEAR?!” Uri roared loudly, getting right in Viper’s face. Truth be told, Uri was actually in love with Lotus’s mother…very much so. Of all the women he wanted to keep, it was her. Wounded…Ayalah rubbed her cheek softly, wondering what had set him off, then a vile look came over her face. “I know what your problem is. SHE would not bow to you! She would never love you! That is why you sent her off on those whacked missions. HUH? You wanted Lotus to replace her mother….and she wouldn’t do it!” Uri leapt out of his chair and placed both hands around Ayalah’s throat, tightly digging in his nails, the very veins in his eyes bulging as he started to choke Ayalah with all his might.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SCENES OF RAPE AND TORTURE AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED BY MINORS AND ANYONE WHO IS DISTURBED OR OFFENDED BY SUCH TOPICS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Mia paced back and forth in her “room”, thoughts running a mile a minute. It had been a balm to her soul being in her lover’s arms again. But to have him ripped away from her…again. She didn’t know how much longer she could stay strong.
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Three floors down, in a room lit by a single light in the ceiling, whether he knew or not, Steven was pacing in sync to Mia’s own steps. His thoughts were on his woman, and how he was going to get them both out of Yuri’s clutches alive. He had checked his cuff links and the chip in his shoes and both were no longer working. He assumed that they were somehow disabled so Cate, Lana and the CIA could not locate him. Despair ate away at his insides. Sighing, he sat down on the bed and griped his hair tightly. “What am I going to do?” he murmured once more to himself.
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“I need that satellite uplink now, godammit!” The Director’s voice could be heard over the loud din of the situation room. Lana was rapidly typing at one of the terminals, pulse racing in excitement. “Satellite will be in position in another 30 minutes! It’s in fucking space, you can’t rush this shit!” she shouted back. “How’s the telemetry maps coming, Catey?” she called out. At another terminal, the coordinates coming back from the satellite were throwing out images left and right. “General location is near or around Saint Petersburg, which was his last known!” Cate replied. “I want him found, today!” The Director shouted. “Oh calm down, Peter before you have an aneurysm!” Lana rolled her eyes in reply. “We’re doing the best we can.”
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The entirety of the men in Yuri’s employ now stood in three rows in front of his home. He was slowly pacing back and forth, not looking at any of them, the grief of losing his only brother still fresh in his mind. “Alexi.” he stated. At hearing his name, Alexi dropped something in the middle of the driveway. The guards looked down and saw it was the remains of an automatic weapon, still oozing smoke from having been fired for so long. “Can any of you tell me what this is?” Yuri demanded. No one dared to breathe as Yuri paced up and down between them. “No?” he cupped a hand to his ear in a fit of sarcasm. “Let me tell you exactly what this is. This is all of you not doing YOUR FUCKING JOBS! I want someone to explain to me how this- ” he kicked the remains of the gun across the lawn, “-could fool even the stupidest of you? Whoever managed to get past all of you, did so using A JOKE! I do not like being the butt of a joke! And because of A JOKE, one of my toys has gotten away…IN ONE OF MY FUCKING CARS! AND MY BROTHER IS DEAD!” Without warning, Yuri drew his gun and shot four random men in the backs of their heads, splattering gray matter on the men that were standing in front of those poor unfortunate souls. To their credit, the gore-splattered didn’t so much as twitch a muscle. Alexi placed a hand on Yuri’s shoulder, silently urging him to calm himself. Yuri shrugged him off with a glare. “I don’t give two shits about who’s at fault here. I want that bitch found. And I want her head on a platter. No one fucks with me and gets away with it. No one. Move!” he demanded, watching as the men scrambled to do what they were told. “Alexi…clean this shit up. It’s stinking up my lawn.” Yuri growled, kicking one of the dead men in the ribs before heading inside.
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Two weeks later…
Lotus hadn’t seen much of her savior, Gia since the woman had rescued her. Gia had kept her word, Lotus was as safe as could be, no one entered the room while she was there. But for a few passing words of her general health (“Good.”) and condition (“On the mend.”), Gia hadn’t spoken to her much since that night. “I work for…a friend. And I help you because I can. Do not ask any more…” Those cryptic words and the look Gia had sent her thereafter haunted Lotus’s thoughts since. She wondered what they meant. She had been steadily gaining her strength, making trips from the bed to the bathroom. The first time she had tried, she had collapsed into a heap, drenched in sweat. Gia had returned from her household duties and berated the young woman most severely for attempting something so stupid and setting back her recovery time. She had ripped open her stitches with that first trip and she could tell Gia was angry with her with the nearly violent way she restitched her wounds and redressed them. And so she had rested and slowly healed. The wound was closing and she was exercising her arm under Gia’s watchful eyes almost every day since. She was well-fed and was slowly losing the gaunt-look. She then began to wonder how she was going to gain her freedom…
It was late evening and Gia once again returned from her household duties with a covered tray of food for them both. Lotus set aside the book she had been reading and waited patiently. She was determined to get some of her questions answered. Gia handed her a plate of Chicken Marsala with sautéed mushrooms and gravy with a side of red-skinned potatoes and spinach. Gia turned to her own plate and had just taken a bite when Lotus began to speak. “Who are you?” she demanded. She chewed slowly, debating on whether or not to ignore the girl. Swallowing, she turned to look at Lotus. “Why do you want to know?” Gia asked. “Because you are risking your life for mine and I would like to know who does such a thing. Who do you work for?” Gia looked at her for a long moment before pointing her fork at the plate of food in Lotus’s lap. “Eat.” Gia commanded, turning back to her own dinner. Lotus opened her mouth to refuse but Gia began to talk once more. “Who I work for is none of your concern. All you need to know as of now is that I have been working under that Russian bastard’s nose nearly seven years, helping to keep these girls alive. I sneak them out when I can, he has so many, he doesn’t notice when a couple disappear now and then. He is an evil monster who needs to be put down, and if I can help with that I will do so.” Gia’s tone suggested something more deeper, especially the way she said Yuri’s name, as if it left a horrid taste in her mouth. Lotus, if nothing, was very insightful. “He hurt you.” It was a statement. Gia turned sharply, before glancing away, but not before Lotus saw the pain hidden deeply in her eyes. “He hurt me in a way no one has ever dared.” Gia whispered. “What did he do to you?” Lotus asked, tone soft. Gia chuckled, but it wasn’t a pleasant sound. “He took from me everything I held dear in my life.” Turning fully, she caught Lotus’s eyes with her own. “He raped me.” Lotus sucked in a breath, but before she could speak, Gia continued, “He killed my parents, raped me in front of his men, then passed me around to them like some old shoe. And the worst of it is…” and here Gia choked, sucking in a deep lungful of air to stave off the tears that were gathering in her eyes, “…the worst of it is, my own brother…my twin…raped me. How sick is that?” Lotus’s felt as if her ears had been plugged with cotton. She couldn’t have heard that right. “Kazakov is your brother? Your twin brother?” she hissed. Gia nodded. “That monstrous pig!” Lotus growled. Gia laughed, a genuine sound this time. “Do not worry for me little Lotus Flower. His time is coming. He just doesn’t know it yet.” Gia smirked. She turned back to her dinner, the conversation clearly at an end. “You should be fully healed in another few days. I will begin making plans to get you safely out of here.” Lotus twirled her fork around her food. “You could come with me.” Lotus offered. Gia didn’t turn, but shook her head. “No. My place is here, with the others. I have to keep them safe until he is dead. But thank you for thinking of me.” There was a knock on the door and Lotus clamped her lips shut. Gia nodded in approval and moved to the door. “Yes?” she called. “He is demanding your presence upstairs.” came the whispered reply. “I will be there in a moment.” Gia turned to the wardrobe in the corner and changed into a shapeless shift dress. “I don’t need to remind you to stay here, do I?” Gia asked. Lotus shook her head. With a nod, Gia exited the room…
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Yuri was standing in the open door to Mia’s room when Gia materialized at his side. She bowed her head and waited. “Strip her.” Yuri demanded. Eyes widening in surprise, Gia risked a glance at Mia and saw that she was equally surprised. This was something new. She must have hesitated for too long, the next thing she knew, she was in a heap against the wall across the way, a hand pressed against her bloodied lip and his gun against her temple. “Do as I say or I shall kill you.” Yuri hissed. She nodded quickly as he released her, inching her way into the room. She indicated that Mia needed to stand. “No!” Mia shouted. Yuri was across the room in an instant, hands tight around Mia’s throat. She struggled to breath, scratching at his hands. “If you wish for your…boyfriend…to live to see another sunrise, you will fucking strip!” he demanded, shaking her with each syllable he spoke. He released her with a shove, smirking as she fell across the bed. She coughed and gagged, pulling much-needed air into her lungs before shakily getting to her feet. Gia was at her side, undressing her. There was a thud as something fell to the carpet and everyone looked down to see the steak knife at Mia’s feet. She had swiped it from her dinner plate earlier that evening. Yuri eyed it for a moment before looking at Mia. His eyes promised extreme pain for her efforts and she struggled not to cry. Once she was fully naked, Yuri turned away. “Bring her.” Gia gently took Mia’s arm, leading her from the room, two heavily armed guards at their back.
Everyone stopped to watch as Mia was paraded naked through the compound. Yuri lead the way down to the catacombs and Mia had to bite down on the urge to run when she realized they were headed to Yuri’s special playroom – a room full of pain and torture when he needed to teach someone a lesson. They stepped into the room and the door was closed and locked behind them, but Mia’s attention was focused toward the center of the room. A large wooden X dominated its center, a piece of furniture Mia had been acquainted with on more than one occasion over the years. But it was the sight of Steven, naked and bound facedown to the X that held her attention. He was blindfolded and there was a gag over his mouth. His back was already covered in a mass of bloody bruises and welts, Sascha standing beside him with her riding crop in hand. “Do you like my work?” she grinned. “I’ll FUCKING kill you, you BITCH!” Mia screamed, running across the room before anyone could stop her. Sascha faked a bored yawn before she swung out, knocking Mia across the floor to land in a heap at Yuri’s feet. He nodded to the men that were standing to the side and they immediately grabbed Mia before she could gain her wits. With the expertise of ones who had done such many times before, they had Mia strapped over an old sawhorse, spread eagle and arms stretched to their limits over her head.
Sascha stepped in front of her, eying her with predatory glee. “I am going to enjoy this.” she grinned sadistically. Moving to the side, she took up her riding crop and with a sharp jerk of her arm, brought it down across the rounded globes of Mia’s asscheeks. The pain was excruciating and Mia screamed loudly. Steven heard her scream and struggled against his own bonds. The sharp snap of the crop against flesh and Mia’s pained screams broke him like nothing else could and he screamed around the gag in his mouth, begging for them to stop. Yuri nodded and the attendants turned Steven to face Mia, removing his gag and blindfold so he could watch. Sascha continued to strike Mia with the crop, grinning as blood began to flow. Steven’s face was wet with tears. “Stop hurting her, you bastards!” he shouted. Yuri nodded to Sascha who backed away with one last strike. Mia slumped in her restraints, breathing heavily. “Gregor.” Yuri stated. The man named Gregor, a well muscled, and well-endowed man stepped between Mia’s spread thighs and slammed his dick hard into her anus. Her screams were piercing in intensity as he ripped into her. “Heinrich.” Yuri nodded. With Sascha’s help, they maneuvered Steven, who was too weak to resist, around until he was in the same position as Mia. There was no warning whatsoever as Heinrich slammed home into Steven’s body, wrenching a pained scream from him. Yuri watched, dispassionately, as both Mia and Steven were raped and sodomized for hours on end. Gia, standing behind him, struggled not to throw up where she stood as they were tortured before her eyes. Heinrich and Gregor took turns slacking their lusts on the unwilling bodies captive before them, Sascha joining in when the mood struck her. Once the three were exhausted, Yuri took his own turn, raping Steven first while Mia watched and then finishing himself off in Mia while Steven watched. As the ultimate insult, he pulled out at the last possible second, shooting his load all over both of their faces. Once he was finished, he dressed himself and turned to leave. He pointed at Gia. “Clean them up and return them to their rooms.” He and Sascha left the room together, leaving Gia to deal with the aftermath.
She went to Steven first, who shook his head. “Help her first.” he whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. Sighing, she moved to Mia, who had fainted. She carefully untied the woman’s bonds struggling to not cause her any more pain. To her credit, Mia only hissed once when her strained arms fell to her sides. Grabbing a towel for such occasions, Gia wrapped it around Mia’s body, blood plumes already forming through the material as she was led from the room. Mia looked at Steven before she was lead away. “I’m sorry.” she mouthed to him. He shook his head. “I love you.” he mouthed back. She gave him a trembling smile before Gia lead her away. She returned after an hour to help him. “How is she?” he whispered as she struggled to get him to the bathroom nearby. “Stronger than I give her credit for.” she whispered back, wary of the guards hovering nearby. She got him onto the table in the large shower and turned on the water. She grabbed the nozzle attachment and began the painstaking process of cleaning his wounds. He flinched a few times, but uttered no other sound. The water beneath the table was tainted pink as his blood washed down the drain. Once she was assured that his wounds were clean, she carefully patted him dry before applying the medicated gel she had brought. He sucked in a large breath as she gently applied medication to his abused hole. “I can see where she gets her strength.” Gia noted. He nodded. She helped him to his feet and got him back to his cell. She had managed to procure a blanket for him to keep him dry and warm for the time being until he was able to wear clothing again. “Thank you, for taking care of us.” he murmured as he dropped off to sleep. Gia left him and headed back to her own room. Once she was there, she ran into the bathroom and threw up everything she had eaten for the day. Lotus stared at her in shock, wondering what had gone on in the last several hours…
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Meanwhile, a position was finally triangulated and a planning session was taking place to determine the best way to get to Yuri’s compound and getting their people out of harm’s way. “I think it’s time to bring in some outside help.” Peter stated as they went over satellite images of Yuri’s stronghold. “You sure about this?” Cate asked, risking a glance at Lana who was staring at Peter as if he’d just announced he was pregnant. “That is Yuri’s home turf. We do not know what kind of weaponry he has in that place. I do not want to send people in there blind. This operation is too big for us to handle.” Peter replied. “Do you have someone in mind?” Lana asked. “Start getting teams together. I need to make a phone call.” Peter turned and headed for his office…and the specially coded phone hidden in his desk drawer. It was time for The Joker to come out of retirement…
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