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    Birch
    Birch

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    Post by Birch on 30th August 2019, 4:23 am

    He knew he'd said it, he'd brought up his butler status, but to hear her words about knowing his place tightened his chest in a flash of anger. He didn't let it reach his expression other than to narrow his eyes just a bit. Birch was frankly tired of this lowly life he'd been forced into. His time as the forced hired help had only amplified his already fastidious nature, so even when he avoided seeming like a butler, he eventually found himself being put into the role anyway. People lording power they didn't deserve made him sick and only stoked his long-lasting fire. He must only bide his time a little longer. Taking the power he needed in these days with Errings Rising was building him slowly back up, and once he was able, he'd take the power he hungered for. No more subjugation. Not one soul would have any control over him by the time he was finished, and only then could he rest.

    Saraphina becoming unhinged wasn't something he foresaw in the least. The calculating blond knew his charming charade to get what he wanted was a bit of a gamble, and that as it stood he was weaker than her. Calling her strong seemed a bit much from what he'd seen prior to this, but the man was not a fool. His magic was only just starting to come back to life, so anyone with a brain and magic power had an advantage. His guild master also wasn't known for being stable, but no one in the guild other than himself and the soldier he'd rescued seemed in possession of a full deck. She always teetered on the edge of a tantrum if her fairytale perception of life was disrupted, and the ace she nominated was definitely missing some marbles. Crazy attracted crazy, and sometimes he wondered what that said about him. Of course, he wouldn't lower himself into the insane muck. Regardless of what had been forced upon him, his birthright and blood would always raise him up...but right now the White Queen had gone black, clearly much more upset about something as small as a dance and a kiss on the cheek than he'd anticipated. What would she have done if he'd gone for her lips? Thank the stars he'd had better discernment!

    Still, for someone attracted to and driven by strength and power, Birch was strangely enraptured by this unlocked surge of hers. Sure, the girl was nuts and this was a clear overreaction, but it didn't keep him from staring at her with the lightest of blushes. The delicious darkness...he licked and gently bit the corner of his bottom lip. His greenish-gray eyes soaked her in, considering her in a different light. Most of the time this supposed leader and queen annoyed him and frayed his sophisticated nerves, but right now, she'd never looked so beautiful. He almost felt regret for toying with her and using her, but Birch told himself this wasn't enough to change his opinion. She'd revert soon enough to the magpie-like wench intent on playing all the time, searching for the next shiny thing and kicking up a fuss when denied anything. What a waste. If Saraphina grew up and left her immature fantasies behind, then she'd truly be worth his time.

    The man in the cloak was finally making his move. A copy mage? The interested and contemplative expression on his face lifted and returned to his normal frown. As he mirrored Saraphina's spells and shot water at him, he lifted a hand and shot out a wave of light blue feathers. They touched the water and turned it to ice, which Birch then deflected with a flick of the wrist. Ah, now that really did feel better. The magical veins in his body were filled once more with the power robbed from him. It was soothing, like a drink of cold water after a long trek in the desert. Whether he'd pissed her off or not, right now, his gamble was worth it. Birch believed enough in his charms that he could get back into her graces if he needed to later, once she calmed down.

    With renewed energy, Birch decided to still rely on his extensive martial arts training. This patchwork man could copy spells but looked too raggedy to be much of a threat physically. He probably couldn't copy melee attacks, so that's the direction the mysterious butler took. While Patches was focused on Saraphina, swift steps brought him much closer so by the time attention was returned to him, he was within striking distance. Giving the guy a nice, solid punch to the throat, Birch wasted no time setting their cloaked foe up for Saraphina to finish off. If he was constantly dodging and taking hits from Birch's punches and kicks, how could he copy this new power the guild master was displaying? In the heat of the moment, the blond man spoke without thinking. "My queen and I are certainly more than capable of destroying you, you fool. Make peace while you can!"



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    Medeia
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    Lineage : Blessing Of The Fallen Angel
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    First Magic: Lost Pharoah's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Blood Healing
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia on 30th August 2019, 4:43 am

    High above the carnage and destruction, the two angels continued their dance of death, unleashing powers of darkness and light, sand and curses, as well as the occasional cheap shot by Medeia. It was a surprisingly even battle and neither one of them were doing a whole lot of damage to each other although that was partly deliberate, on Medeia’s part at least. This was a fight that could never truly end and so she simply amused herself by toying with her holy opponent. When she dodged, it was by a whisker and when she attacked, it was never with her full strength. Oh, it was enough to keep Anete at bay but not enough to trouble her. The truth was that the complete defeat of her old friend was not what the witch actually wished. Oh no, what she sought was something that required the armour wearing angel to be alive and functional. It was no secret that Medeia was a creature of desire and lust and just the sight of her beautiful partner began to set her off. She would admit though that there was something about her takeover that seemed to enhance these feelings too, as if all of Priya’s insatiable and perverse tendencies were coming to the surface, now that Medeia had taken on the fallen angel's form.

    Ducking underneath yet another wild swipe from Anete, Medeia would turn her head and unleash a powerful burst of sand from her mouth, smashing in to her foe and pushing her backwards, followed by  unleashing a second stream of sand that would dash toward the armour clad warrior and surround her, slowing her movements and beginning to eat away at her armour. With a smile, the witch would then suddenly vanish and appear behind her former lover, surrounded her hand with purple energy and would swipe towards, the force of which sent Anete crashing out of the sky. To be in control was such a pleasure and she watched with curiosity as her opponent sank lower and lower, to see if she could escape her predicament. She decided not to continue her assault though and she would simply gaze downwards, continuing to toy with her prey, an amused smile crossing her features. She would admit that this was not usually her way of handling her victims but Anete was far prettier than most and watching her become angrier by the second was certainly entertaining to see.

    A blast of holy light would surround Anete, releasing her from Medeia’s combination, seconds before she hit the ground. However, a purple tentacle would burst forth from the ground and capture her, locking the holy angel in its slimy grip. It was all a part of the purple haired mage’s plan and with a chuckle, Medeia would descend, hovering just above where Anete now stood, struggling furiously against the tentacle. “I always have another way to keep you in place, my dear,” she said playfully, “Surely you must have learned that by now that no matter what you do, I will always have another way of ensnaring you. Now, how about we stop this pointless fighting and instead pass the time in a far more pleasurable way.” Her voice was saturated with lust and desire, her purple eyes blazing with power at the other woman’s form. “It is truly pointless anyway since we are both incapable of death and the loser will simply reappear somewhere else. So, how about we put aside this squabble and we can take this somewhere else? It would seem that this place is going to fall pieces in moments, making your defence of it rather useless.”

    Moving closer to her victim, Medeia would stop directly in front of Anete’s struggling form, face to face. “You may as well stop struggling because it is only going to make my tentacle squeeze…..,” her words were briefly interrupted as the warrior suddenly screeched out in pain, “....Tighter. The quicker that you concede, the sooner this is going to end although I must admit that watching you struggle like that is kind of alluring, my dear.” The tentacle seemed to have a mind of its own and the top of it briefly moved towards Medeia and rubbed against her, causing the witch’s grin to widen. “Hello to you too, my slimy friend, enjoying yourself?” The creature would enthusiastically nod the top of its form, before returning to its usual posture, crushing Anete with what seemed to be with pleasure.

    The slayer’s so called conqueror did not seem to be enjoying it as much though and she was screaming and desperately trying to escape, “I am not going to submit to this disgusting thing nor am I going to hand myself over to you. The woman I loved would never have toyed with her opponents like this and you have polluted her soul with your twisted and horrifically perverse mind. Think back to our earlier days, Medeia, you must have those memories somewhere in your mind. Remember how we used to train and work together. Priya was not evil, she was just incapable of controlling her emotions. You, on the other hand, are just a whore who seeks nothing but her latest night of passion.”

    “Oh, I remember our nights of passion under the stars,” Medeia quipped, raising her right hand and gently running it down the side of Anete’s helmet, “What you fail to understand though is that she and I are the same and always have been. The reason why we were able to merge was because she shares the same traits as I do. Besides, your words make little sense, as you said yourself that Priya was thrown out of heaven due to her lustful tendencies. You have become so deluded and confused that you are unable to think straight any more. You have been brainwashed by our kin and are now simply a pawn in their game.”

    “Better to be their pawn than your slave or worse,” Anete would counter, “I swore to them that I would either bring you back or in prison you once again. It is as simple as that and I owe Priya that much. To have her be a part of you is an insult to her.”

    The smile faded from Medeia’s face at that moment and instead a look of cold hatred began to form. Her hands clenched into fists and an aura of fear and unease began to seep out from her. That insult cut her to the bone and the hypocrisy of it caused her to seethe. Raising a hand out in front of her, she would summon a dark purple whip, before walking around the back of the bound angel and turning to face her armoured back.

    “You have the nerve to say that to me after imprisoning her for centuries? I have given her a new lease of life after you forced her into a life of nothing but darkness. Bound to a chair and unable to see, speak or move. Becoming a part of me was her salvation, she is no simple slave.” Angrily, she would crack the whip, striking Anete in the back, causing her to scream with pain as it ripped across her back, causing the armour to turn to dust. All of her earlier playfulness had vanished, replaced with a vindictive rage. Another crack would soon follow and another, until the angel’s back was completely covered with burn marks. “You are a naive fool for believing such nonsense and I will show you just a small glimpse of just what Priya had to suffer in that prison.” A massive crack would then be heard, as one final strike would swipe across Anete’s back, causing her to lean forward in the tentacle’s grip, panting and grimacing in pain.

    With a swipe of her hand, the tentacle would vanish, causing the angel to collapse to the floor, dazed, her back blistered and burning. Landing on the ground, Medeia would slowly walk across to the wounded figure and roll her over onto her exposed back, causing Anete to wince. “The weakness that you feel now is precisely how Priya felt during that age spent in that damn prison. Helpless, with no sign of escape, with only the void to comfort you. To treat your lover in such a way is an absolute disgrace and your arrogance makes me truly sick. I will make you suffer for every moment that she had to spend in that place.

    Leaning over Anete, she would swipe one of her clawed hands across the angel’s helmet and shredded it to pieces, revealing her beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes, currently staring up at her with fear. All of her bravado had vanished at the sight of Medeia in her anger and she seemed to wither on the spot. Speaking in her coldest tone, the witch would speak once again, purple eyes burning a hole through the blonde haired angel, “I will send you back to the heavens to regenerate eventually but until then, you are mine to do what I wish and I sincerely hope that you learn something from this. If you even think of trying to come after me again then I will return to the heavens and destroy all of you. Take your punishment like a good girl and accept the fact that there is nothing that the gods can do against me. They lack the strength to stop me nor have the wits to capture me, so cease this petty attempt at redemption. You have failed, completely.”

    She loved the look of hopelessness in the blonde’s eyes and as she dropped down to her knees beside her former lover, Medeia’s eyes began to wander across her skin. It was a similar look to the one that she had given her at the start although it was rather more dominant than playful at this point. Anete shivered but for a moment, it seemed as though it was out of something other than fear, which caused Medeia’s eyebrows to rise slightly. It was anticipation, plain and simple and that caused the witch to react on impulse and pull the blonde into a dominating kiss. Anete made no effort to fight and simply melted into it, rekindling a love that had been locked away for centuries and filling the minds of both with memories. Everything around them seemed to freeze in time as their lips remained locked. The battle going on around them did not matter and all there was was the two of them, nothing else. It was that moment where Medeia finally merged completely with Priya, there memories becoming one and in that moment, Medeia suddenly realised just how strongly that the angelic pair had cared for each other. She had always felt like an observer up until now, as if she was watching the memories as a stalker, hiding and watching from afar. Yet, it certainly felt real now and that was all that mattered.

    When they finally broke apart, there was silence between them, a look of understanding crossing both of their faces. Medeia would gently take Anete into her arms, holding her with a softness that could not have been any different from how she had been mere moments ago. One of her hands would glow and blood would seep from her right hand, healing the angel’s burned back and returning her to full strength. The blonde’s eyes widen in surprise but she did not attack and simply smiled, stretching out in the witch’s arms. The rage and lust for battle had seemed to have left both of them, to be replaced by something else.

    “I told you that we should have done that instead of fighting,”
    Medeia quipped, a grin returning to her face, “You should have just listened to me from the start.”

    “Oh, shut up,” the blonde answered although she was smiling too, “I had forgotten how persuasive that Pri…...no, you could be. Forgive me for not understanding and I take back what I said before. You are the woman that I fell in love with an I will not fight you any longer. I am glad that you are walking the earth again, even if your face has changed a bit, not that I am complaining. I never truly agreed with them locking you away, you know? It was a decision that was made by the order as a whole and there were only a few of us who tried to fight against your imprisoning. There was nothing I could do but follow their orders.”

    “I know,” Medeia answered, “I hope at least that now we can avoid any further engagements…..of the violent kind anyway. You are more than welcome to visit the ER castle at some point. In fact, there is a playful friend of mine who I am sure would love to meet you.”

    “You are and will always be a dirty minded degenerate,” Anete replied with a laugh, “How do I ever put up with you? I will bear it in mind, assuming the order do not punish me for defying them. That is not a conversation that I am looking forward to having with them. I will do what I can though and plead your case. Just try and stay out of trouble, all right?”

    “You know as well as I do that there is zero chance of that happening,” the purple haired witch said with a smirk, “For a start, I need to stop playing around with you and actually do something around here, I suppose. Not that I have much interest in this scum, they lack your assets, my dear.”

    “You are as subtle as ever,” the blonde angel teased, “However, I am afraid that I cannot let you leave just yet. I have waited a long time to get you out in the open and I do not intend to let you go so soon. There is a price to pay for me to try and vouch for you and I want it in advance.”

    “Oh my, what can you possibly be suggesting?” the witch chuckled, her takeover form vanishing to reveal her usual look although a pair of purple wings remained, “You will have to forgive me but I save that form for only the most beautiful of targets and now that our fight is over, I have no further need of it. This place is literally littered with males and hideous ones at that.”

    “Hmm, I see you are still as vain and self obsessed as ever but whatever,” the holy woman playfully said, “How about me find somewhere private then? I am sure that we can find a spot away from prying eyes, assuming it does not fall down on top of us. Your friends are making quite a mess of this place, not that I am concerned. My only target was you and from the way you are acting, it looks like I am your sole one too.”

    “Until I find someone else, that is,” Medeia retorted cheekily, before suddenly picking up her fellow angel and taking off into the sky without a word. She did not even give the chance for the blonde to counter and simply headed for the tallest tower of the city that was still standing. For the moment, the others could deal with destroying the place, while she would rekindle old ties with her long lost love. The sight below them was an absolute mess although neither of the deities paid much attention to it. No, their gazes were focused on each other and the thought of having a little fun in the middle of a massacre excited the witch somewhat, as perverse as that may seem. She briefly considered the thought of finding Jennifer and bringing her along too but Medeia reckoned that her partner was probably having more than enough fun with the scum on the ground. The thought of that sent a tingle of pleasure through her spine  

    Her thoughts were swiftly brought back to the present as Anete began to playfully tease with her, causing the witch to almost drop her, “Tch, I thought I was the one with the wandering hands. Behave yourself or else.” Her voice was teasing in nature although the look in her eye would make it rather difficult to tell.

    Eventually, her eyes would be drawn to a tall long tower that seemed to have survived the destruction so far and without a moment of thought, she would glide gracefully towards it, landing perfectly at the top. Anete would quickly open the door and enter but Medeia paused and briefly glanced down once again at the carnage beneath her. She could make out a few of the members although in truth, she knew very few of them. Medeia had never been all that keen on mingling with those within the guild and much preferred a more intimate setting with those that she did take a liking too. It did not bother her all that much though and she was quite happy with being an outside looking her. It suited her purposes and it did give her a thrill to be able to simply watch the massacre from a far. That feeling of control starting to return to her again. Perhaps this feeling was a sign that it should be her who should be ruling and when she considered that, it did make a lot of sense to her…

    “Medeia! Are you coming in or what?!” a voice yelled from the inside of the tower, “Do not make me drag you in here?!”

    With a grin, Medeia would clamber down from her surveying spot and enter the door, closing it with a rather large slam, shielding them from not only the battlefield but from the world as a whole. If this was to be their last goodbye, then they were going to make it a special one, on going massacre or not.

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    Post by Cirven on 4th September 2019, 1:05 pm

    Without a second wasted the newly formed enemy facing Cirven rushed towards him at a blinding speed. The grin on the devil's face extended into a full blown smile as he saw this burst of speed from the fused Hibiki and Sheen. The average person would not be able to keep up with such speed and even Cirven barely managed to put up some sort of guarded stance when Hibiki reached him and cut his blade through the air towards him. The blade met with little resistance from the returning red aura around Cirven as it slashed downwards but that resistance gave Cirven time to react as he used the momentum of the attack against itself with a parry of his claws. Cirven quickly made distance between him and Hibiki still holding a smile over his face of pure excitement. "Will you push me to that point? I won-" Cirven's speech was cut short as Hibiki quickly cut his long red blade through the air, sending a near invisible attack at the Devil King. Cirven quickly dodged it with a side step but watched as a large building behind him was sliced through diagonally and then fell towards the ground where it would land on top of him. "That power..." He mumbled out as he attempted to dodge the falling debris and cut through what of it he had to so that he would not be struck. As he cut through a large chunk of the building, Hibiki appeared behind it and quickly stabbed Cirven through the chest an impaling him to the ground on top of the debris he had dodged earlier. Hibiki then disappeared as more of the debris fell towards Cirven who did not wince at the pain but only intensified in his facial expression of pure bliss. Cirven put out his hand in an attempt to use a spell to destroy the debris heading his way but found that he could not cast anything. His eyes widened as he figured out the sword that was through his chest had prevented him from using magic of any kind. After the realization Cirven let out a cackle of laughter as he was surrounded by the debris of the building and covered completely without the ability to use magic.

    Hibiki stood outside of the debris of the building that covered his adversary and lifted up both of his hands causing bits of the debris to take on the form of the red metal he had control over. The amount of the debris that changed continued and intensified until all of it was of the red metal. The debris lifted up into the air and took the shape of red blades, revealing a battered and beaten Cirven who's body was struggling to heal through the damage it had just received. "Is this.. Your.. Way of finishing... Me.. Off? Interesting..." Clirven let out a short laugh showing just how damaged his body was from the attack. "Shut up and die!" Hibiki commanded as the red blades all rushed into Cirven's body. After each of the blades were delivered to their new resting place in the devil's flesh, Cirven's head hung low with a visible smile over his face, showing his sharp, fang-like teeth but he was completely limp. "Finally, he is de-" Hibiki spoke but stopped as he started to cough profusely over and over with a mass of blood coming with each of the coughs. The coughing fit caused him to drop to a knee and breathe heavily as he stared down at the blood he had coughed up. "What is happening..? I am stronger now so why..?" He questioned out loud. "You are not able to accept her power after all."

    The voice caused Hibiki's head to shoot up where he saw the piercing green and glowing eyes of Cirven staring down at him. His face now visibly in a frown. "I was hoping for so much more from you but it looks like you are a let down after all. It can't be helped with a bad pairing after all though." Cirven continued to speak with his body impaled in multiple areas. A flash of a green aura came over his body and the red blades that were protruding in his body, including the long sword all started to dissolve into magical energy allowing him to stand on the ground and heal from the damage. "How!? How?! You should be dead! Those blades prevent you from using magic! They are practically the one the one thing that can kill you! That is what the files said of your fight with her in the past!" Hibiki frantically yelled out as he watched Cirven get out from his predicament with ease. "Everyone evolves eventually. I just evolved in a way that most will not be able to comprehend. Hell, I barely comprehend it myself!" Cirven laughed after he spoke and then quickly moved with a speed that rivaled Hibiki's earlier speeds where he stopped just in front of Hibiki. "You gave me some fun while it lasted but I have ascended above the power that you have gotten here some time ago. Let me show it to you!" A twisted look came over Cirven's face as he finished speaking and he quickly kicked his foot out at Hibiki who managed to summon three red metal shards in front of the attack. The shards dug into Cirven's leg but the kick kept going and connected with Hibiki, sending him flying into the air.

    A burst of white flames shot out behind Cirven which caused him to move at high speeds where he traveled passed Hibiki while he was in the air and struck him across the red armor he wore. This attack cracked the armor a little at first but Cirven then did the same attack again causing the crack to become bigger. Cirven did this attack four more times, each attack pushing Hibiki higher into the air as well as the last attack shattering the armor he had wore. Hibiki could not even let out gasps of pain as each attack was so fast that he had little to no time to react. Cirven stood on the ground and shot out spears of black electricity from each finger on his right hand and used them to stab through Hibiki and suspend him in the air. "It's about time for a finale, isn't it?" Cirven put out his left hand to signal something was coming. A shift in ethernano would be felt throughout the city as Cirven released his next attack which caused a large pillar of white flames, coated in a red aura to erupt from the ground while a equally sized bolt of black lighting also coated in the red aura to come crashing down towards the pillar. The flames would hit Hibiki and send him higher into the air where the bolt of lightning would come crashing into the flames, crushing him in between both of the elements. The clashing of the elements would send out a wave of white and black electric flames with the red aura all over a massive area of the city causing anything not living with little to no ethernano to be instantly destroyed and dissolved into magical energy while any of those fortunate enough to be hit by the ricocheting elements would be damaged or destroyed completely. Cirven watched his work and laughed hysterically as he watched the spell that he had used to destroy cities before be used inside of Hostia.

    As his laughing calmed down he would notice that the armor that was broken from Hibiki's body took on the form of a barely alive Sheen. "Oh? You lived? Perfect. I was only going to accept the best when it comes to those that join me after all." His words caused Sheen to look at him quizzically. "You want to recruit me?" Cirven only smiled at the woman as a dimensional portal opened near him and a brown haired younger man came out of it. His eyes were completely blue and let off their own shine similar to Cirven's. "Brother, you said you would not test her too badly. You destroyed most of the city for just a test." Lanis spoke out as he came out of the portal. "She had to prove herself worth joining us. She has the same suffering we have had but that did not mean she had the power to back it up." Lanis could only shrug at his older brother's words. "Lanis!?" Sheen suddenly had a burst of energy as she saw Lanis. "Yup. It is me. Ves told us that you would be here with one of his visions so we set up this entire thing where brother would test you and if you passed you would be allowed to join us as part of the Detergers and not some lackey of the Cor Torva leftovers. What do ya say?" Lanis stood over her and put his hand out. The woman had tears stream down her face after hearing Lanis's words and used what strength she had to jump up from the ground and hug Lanis. "I thought.. I thought.. You were..." She wept as she tried to speak and Lanis just held her. "Take that as a yes." Lanis picked the woman up and made his way to and through the portal after giving Cirven a nod. "We can't have her dying before she reaches her peak of power after all. She will prove her usefulness too. Keep me updated on the efforts of the others around the city." Cirven spoke out to Lanis and Sheen who both nodded and left the scene.

    The portal closed and left a small package in its wake. Cirven picked up the package and read that it was some sort of ethernano regenerating bar. He let out a chuckle and he started to open it. "I did use a lot of ethernano, didn't I?" He sat down in the wake of the destruction he had just caused and munched on the bar as he could feel the presence of a strong enemy nearby. "Interesting... This one didn't even try to hide himself." His eyes trailed off to how his ally was doing with his battle against the acid magic user.

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    Jennifer Ford
    Jennifer Ford

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    Post by Jennifer Ford on 5th September 2019, 11:47 am

    "You....you....you have to stop..."


    Jen giggled when she heard how shaky this mans voice was. He was right on the edge, and about to put her over it. This was proving to be a much easier day for her than she had originally thought it would be, but she wasn't letting this guy off so easily. Unlike the others she had killed, this one was different. This one was personal. Jen smiled as she approached, and knocked him out. She was going to miss this particular rush, so she was taking her time. She wanted everything to be just right.


    "I don't normally give special treatment, you know."


    Something about her voice was different. She seemed more calm than before, perhaps more reasonable.


    "Please, just let me go, I have a family..."


    She smirked before responding.


    "I had that too, once, but you stole that from me. I could have grown up to be a normal girl. So look, look at what you have turned me into. I did what I had to do in order to survive. Not once did I dare to think that I would get what I wanted, but here you are, right in front of me. This is an event that I will most certainly relish. And nobody is going to ruin it for me. Not you, not your friends, not even my friends. Oh no, this is going to be something that I wanted with every fiber of my being."


    They seemed to be inside a clock tower. Jen had tied him to a chair, while he was unconscious, and left him dangerously close to a hole that led to the inner workings, the turning gears, with a rope connected to the larger one, upon which his chair sat. It wasn't working just yet, however, but that could easily be remedied.


    "Might as well get comfortable, you're not going anywhere for a while." She could sense the fear, the urge to fight, scream, do something, rising up in him. It was intoxicating, especially when he hit upon that butters moment, the realization that nobody was coming to save him. She visibly shuddered when he said "You won't get away with this!"


    She giggled yet again before saying "Oh, but I already have. You see, I honestly couldn't have planned for this. You quite literally fell right into my lap. Your friends, if you can call them that, they won't be able to help you because they're busy dealing with my friends. In fact, I'm certain that a good number of yours are already dead. After all, some of our best people are here. Did you really think your rag-tag band of wannabe assassins would be able to put us down so easily? I'm disappointed. I mean, just think for a moment. You folks are all alone here, and I don't hear any backup on its way. So, let's cut the tough guy act, alright?"


    Without another word, she stepped off the gear, onto the platform, and switched on the power to the tower. Ten, twenty, thirty feet of rope disappeared in a matter of seconds. She watched eagerly as the rope slowly got shorter, listened as the man begged for his life, begged for her to save him. "Please... don't do this...I...I don't want to die. I didn't want to kill her....I was just-" "You were just, what, following orders? You knew what you were doing. You knew exactly what you were doing. You were ruining my life, killing my father, and my mother, forcing me into a life of misuse and abuse, and for what? A paycheck? Well, look where that got you."


    One would expect her to rather upset by the exchange, but instead she was riding a high that rivaled some of her latest accomplishments. She was in a world of pure bliss as the rope grew shorter and shorter. His pleas were becoming more and more desperate, causing the huntress to flush somewhat. She was going to ride this feeling as far as it would take her, choosing to turn off the power. 


    The relief that washed over his face was almost comical. After all, she had said that nobody was coming to save him. She left for a few minutes to take care of something in another room. Loud moans could be heard through the interior of the clocktower. And then, nothing, nothing but the shattering of glass, a blood curdling scream, and a sickening thump.


    When she returned, Jen noticed a renewed look of fear on the man's face. "Oh, hope we weren't too loud. Your wife really is an animal under the sheets. Too bad, really, I could have used someone like her. But then, there are plenty of women all over the world, aren't there? I will say this, though, she definitely knew what she was doing. And to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. Not with her, but with you. I mean, I was in there for a good half hour, and you didn't even make an honest attempt to escape. I really don't understand what it was that she saw in you, at this point."


    Flipping the switch back on, Jen watched the rope grow shorter, until it started pulling him in. This was going to be one of the greatest moments of her life, and it was all running perfectly. The moment he hit the edge of the big gear, Jen watched all the color drain from his face. That was, until he got smashed, disected, and mailed by the other gears. What did eventually make it back around certainly wasn't alive anymore, but Jen saw no reason to stop the clock. She left without turning things off, wanting to keep the images fresh in her mind. This was an incredibly fortuitous occasion for her, and one that she still wanted to enjoy as she took off towards another group of seemingly defenseless civilians. The game, after all, was afoot, and she was a huntress, and therefore duty bound to take part.


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    Post by Kien Hikiba on 12th September 2019, 5:42 am

    Kien, in the middle of all the chaos, was having the time of his life. Well, as long as the guy trying to get him kept trying to get him. The fun would not last for long though. It seemed the guy did not take into consideration that Kien had happily noted all the locations for the guards barracks around the place. How else would he have been able to blast open the walls a while ago otherwise?

    The werewolf looked down at a crumbling building and the smushed body of the assassin meant to kill him. "Aw man! I was just starting to have fun! If I knew the guy could not take something as simple as that I'd never make that barrack explode." He grumbled. He liked to play with his prey, expecially with prey that thought it had what it took to kill him.

    Well, what now? If the everyday jobbers around the place were unable to keep up with even the simplest things, where was he supposed to get his fun times from? Kien climbed up high, scanning the whole city for signs of anything cool to go check out.

    Let's see...random explosions everywhere...people screaming, a flying donkey, two people punching eachother at the speed of sound shouting weird names while flying through the air...

    Well, there surely was alot of stuff going on at that point in time, but nothing particularly intriguing to him at the moment. Hm. Maybe he could go check in on the mastermind behind it all? He was technically supposed to go inform him that infiltration had been successful but, in all honesty, was there really any reason to do that now?

    Kien mentally shrugged and decided to do it anyway, even though the answer was obvious. Supposedly, the Cirven guy was where the big boss of the city was too or something like that. Maybe he could find some cooler dudes to toss around. Something a little more meaty than the pushover guards around the walls and periphery of the soon to be an Erring Rising place. Maybe after they were done they could send a postcard to Sabertooth and poke fun at their own village.


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    Post by Jester on 21st September 2019, 11:06 am


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    One, two, three, one, two, three...

    The rhythmic movement of footsteps delicately placed in a carefully choreographed dance. The red-haired fellow with the painted features glided along the streets of Hostia, twirling what appeared to be a bloody baton as he spun. Behind him the monotonous sound of the steps as his Harlequin army matched behind him, it was a lot to pay attention to. All the eyes of each doll were linked to the clown, so he was a little scattered at the moment. Dancing soothed him. Although he might have appeared to be wandering aimlessly, he knew where he was going. Having learned the path during his time here, the buildings had since become familiar to the clown. How he had pined for such suffering to fill these arrogant roads, and now it was here. The air was thick with it, but still, it was not enough, the clown couldn't help himself. He wanted more.

    Thus he had already planned his intentions for the next part of this interesting little game his guild had set up. As he pranced onwards, he closed in on the Hostia's main hospital, from which he noticed as he came closer, was bustling with activity. Wounded soldiers, attacked civilians, and even just some people seeking refuge from the chaos. The shouting, the mayhem. Jester gasped lightly, bringing his hands to his face. Overlooking the scene with a look of extreme satisfaction, "Oh my, what perfect pawns..." He whispered breathily, before lowering his hands once more. He would snap his fingers, and the Harlequins would scatter. Moving into various alleyways and buildings, disappearing to set up the scene for the chaos he intended. Jester would then spread his fingers outwards, summoning one of his magic cards. For a moment he would brace himself, his head lolling back softly as he gazed upon the sky. Then in one swift movement, the card darted away before spinning in this air and rounding on him. Slicing into his side, creating a wound deep enough that blood would immediately begin to soak the uniform he wore. The clown's eyes fluttered slightly and he would bite down gently on his bottom lip. With another snap of his fingers, the card would vanish, and the clown stepped into one final twirl.

    As he turned to face the hospital once more, his demeanor would immediately change. The markings on his face disappeared once again, his smug expression would become one of terror, he would droop forward, clutching his bleeding side before hobbling towards the hospital. "HELP! Someone, please! Help me! Please, I've been attacked!" He cried in a desperate tone, as he merged into the crowd. "Please I'm a soldier! I need treatment otherwise I cannot fight!" He called over the noise, one of the nurses who was attempting to organize the crowd would turn her gaze towards him. Her eyes widening at she spotted him, "Quick! Move, let him through!" She called, reaching out to part the crowd. Some assistant nurses rushed forward to help her, creating a path for the injured red-headed soldier. Jester hobbled forward, ushered into the hospital by the nurses. They moved him through quickly into the emergency ward, asking him about his injuries. To which he would answer cooperatively, with the tone of a shaken soldier.

    Jester was guided onto the bed, leaning pack the doctor rushed him. He was a man in his thirties, with mousey brown hair and green eyes. He looked exhausted, which was no surprise. Golden eyes examined him, reading the man, figuring him out. Jester enjoyed doing this, it was fun, and he found he was often quite good at it. Although that may have had something to do with his magic. Jeser speculated that the poor man had likely been up for at least thirty-eight hours at this point, most likely had been put on a double shift and just as he had been about to go home. He'd been called back in to handle the chaos that had been the attack on Hostia, he had since rushed from room to room, for every problem he fixed, he was thrown another. As the nurse broke down the soldier's condition to the man, Jester sat up. "Say Doctor... Murphy," The clown began, his golden eyes glancing over the doctors name tag before returning to his face. "Do you like magic tricks?" He asked, the doctor frowned at him in confusion.

    "How much blood has he lost? Maybe his experiencing deliria, quick go fetch me a drip!" The doctor barked to the nurse, before moving forward, "I'm just going to check out this wound okay, whilst I do I need you to is prepare yourself, if it's not too deep we'll cauterize the wound. It'll hurt like hell, but it's a quick fix, and we need you ripe and ready to get back on the battlefield. I don't know what we're facing out there, but whatever it is, it's powerful. I've never dealt with so many casualties in such a short space of time. We really do need every man we can get," He commented, he pulled out some surgical scissors and began delicately cutting away at the fabric around Jester's wound.

    "Want me to tell you, what's out there? I've seen it... I know." Jester offered, the doctor pulled away from the fabric covering the wound. Before examining it, "Sure, I wouldn't mind knowing what it is we're up against," He turned to one of the remaining nurses, "Clean the wound, and prepare the Electrocauter." He ordered swiftly, she nodded, quickly set about cleaning the wound with a saline solution. Jester reached into his pocket, although he didn't need to do this, it was more for the facade. As he pulled his hand out he was holding a deck of cards,  "This is what the monster used to attack me," He showed the doctor in an excited tone, "The man who wielded them, he was like some sort clown or magician, he had symbols painted onto his face. He wielded them like weapons, they're not like normal cards, pick one, take a look. You'll see what I mean." He encouraged, Doctor Murphy's eyes dropped to the stack, eying them suspiciously. He was a cautious man, but apparently, not cautious enough. As he reached out to take a card, Jester quickly spread the cards out like a fan, causing the man to stop in mid-air. Looking at the soldier with a perplexed gaze, before continuing to pluck a card from the desk. He brought the card towards him, examining it closely.

    "It's some sort of metal...and the edges, they're sharp..." He remarked in fascinated, Jester eyed the face of the card before sighing. "Ah the nineteen of spades, so I was off, you've been up for thirty-five hours. Still somewhat close." He told the Doctor, who froze, looking up at the man in confusion. A sound began to fill the room, like music, playing from a distance. Much like the kind of music, you would hear from an ice cream truck, the doctor and the nurse turned to the entrance of the ward, where the music could be heard from. Suddenly, there was a terrified scream from the hall, as a clown car whizzed past the entrance, a nurse hanging onto the front of it desperately. The car turned slightly, crashing into a wall. The impact of the crash crushing the nurse between the bonnet and the wall, killing her instantly. The doctor looked back at the clown, whose wound was miraculously healed, and was looking at him with a wide unnatural smile. The nurse stepped back in shock, as his signature markings reappeared on his cheeks as they looked on him, realization dawning slowly.

    With a delicate giggle from its summoner, the card suddenly flew out of the doctor's hand, darting foreward and sliding itself firmly against the skin of his throat. Blood spurted showering the clown, the nurse screamed in horror, turning towards the corridor attempted to flee the scene. The car would suddenly reverse away from the wall, driving backward as it chased her screaming figure down the hall. Jester cackled in delight at the comical scene, hopping perkily off of the hospital bed. He moved over the doctor who had slumped to the floor a crumpled mess. Jester reached down, grabbing one of the arms of the fresh corpse, he picked him up. Peeling away the doctor's coat, before dropping the body back onto the floor. Moments later Jester left the ward, somewhat cleaned up, dressed as a doctor now as opposed to the Soldier. This wasn't really necessary for his plan, he just enjoyed the act of dress-up immensely, it appealed to the performer in him.

    He skipped out of the ward, moving through the building, as he strode past the wards, his Harlequins would emerge from them and fall into step after him. Some were dragging along resistant doctors and nurses, some were carrying the heads of soldiers that had either been receiving treatment or guarding the hospital. The clown hummed happily along as he led the troupe once more, moving to the front of the hospital. Where he was met with screams of terror, the crowd attempted to flee, but as they turned there was a wall of harlequins already there, blocking their exit, wielding their machetes threateningly. Jester arrived at the front desk of the hospital, leaping into the air, he landed on its surface with ease. Spinning once before turning to the crowd, admiring the chaos, and petrified expressions. He cleared his throat, spread his arms wide, and puffed out his chest.

    "Ladies, gentleman, citizens of Hostia. It is my great honor to inform you, that Hostia has been chosen for the most wonderful event. My people, we of Errings Rising, have come to purge the terrible, terrible crime being committed here. We are here, not as monsters, but as liberators. We are here to free you, from this devastating injustice... the commitment to the law." The crowd slowly quietened as he spoke, hanging onto his every word, with uncertainty and fear. "As a result of our decision to claim Hostia as our own, I have taken it open myself to purge this hospital in particular. If you are willing to lay down your lives and offer them to our magnificent Queen, you shall be spared. If not..." He would roll his neck, and the Harlequins would throw the severed heads of the soldiers into the crowd, creating an eruption of screams and shuffling as people avoided the heads. "Now then, I'm not cruel," He remarked with a sinister laugh, "So I shall offer you a short period of time to reflect upon this matter. You have one hour to give me your answer, until my return you shall remain here." Then with a flash he disappeared, a harlequin doll standing in his place.

    On the outside of the hospital, the clown appeared, a wide smile on his face. He would begin to skip along, he had an hour to kill until that game occurred. In truth, he could have forced them to decide then and there, but forcing them to sit there and stew on the idea seemed more fun. Humans were curious creatures and victims of their own minds. The sight of the dead would no doubt sow the seeds of uncertainty, and the disloyal citizens would soon sway. He was excited to see the betrayal as they turned against their own people for the sake of a queen they didn't know. Just to save themselves. Now that was suffering Jester liked to see, and it would undoubtedly be delicious. But alas, he would just have to entertain himself until them. Perhaps he would track down Oakey and play with him for a little bit. He was bound to be missing the clown at this point. Yes, that sounded like a good idea, track down Oakey, and create some fun together, maybe he could even bring him back to the hospital to take part in the mass purging. He was bound to like that, perhaps even be grateful to Jester? Yes, the clown was sure of it!




    WC: 2037 | Jester Total WC: 3579
    TL;DR  -  Jester goes to a hospital pretending to be a patient, kills a bunch of people and takes charge of the hospital before running off to look for Birch.


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    Post by Laurence Lott on 29th September 2019, 1:22 pm

    The guild member the kelpie had spotted either hadn't noticed, or just hadn't cared about the wave he gave before. This wasn't exactly the biggest surprise with how much was going on. Everyone in the guild is having their own variants of fun seeking, but he also doubted he was the only one finding pleasure in showing these people that there was more to life than waving money around and expecting to just getting to do whatever you want. The buzz of the blood still tingled inside, even if tonight wasn't a night the kelpie could ascend to such a sensation again. Already reaching the climax of sensation didn't mean the fae should give up on the remaining evening of justice and fun. Was this really justice? Perhaps it wasn't, but it certainly felt that way. Regretting your actions after the sin doesn't change that it was already committed. There was also the more common tone of wanting someone to live and learn, but avoid punishment. Do they actually learn something that way? He didn't think so. All that they learn is how to get what they want without any consequences. Making the rules so everyone that's not of a certain wealth or rank are the only ones that follow them make no sense. The rules that are in place only serve people that don't deserve their ranking. Nobody deserves to have a certain amount of power over others for simply being born, right? Yet that's what ends up happening. He knew a certain noble that had refused the party invitation for staying at home in case of anything happened. Why not go make a visit? Perhaps they wouldn't notice his work clothes gone.

    The lure form couldn't keep any clothes in tact save for what it came with, not unless he undressed manually to avoid them getting destroyed. This was because it existed as a pretty and seemingly pure lure, thus was not a true other shape. It wouldn't keep any new clothes added,. not like the faes true shape always had been able. A brief smile was made before dark green locks of hair turned into white ones, color of the flesh became more likely, and his eyes shifted to a white sclera and pale blue iris. There was no blood on him in this form, which was a good thing. Something told him it would be harder to convince someone you're an innocent if you look like a murderer. There was a brief looking over of the basic looking but silken feeling clothes on his person before preparing his face for a dark expression. There was not even a need to fake it in order to pull such a thing off. All the fae had to do was think of how it felt to be undercover. In running towards the location of the building, he was pleasantly surprised to find it still standing. It wasn't even on fire! This felt like quite the blessing, since so much was already destroyed. This meant he could empty the house of life himself and properly loot the building of its finest things. The first one he probably should have looted too, it wouldn't have anything of worth if it explodes or burns up after all. He was let in by the guards as soon as they saw the distressed angelic looking figure. Those men would be hard to deal with on his own, but they wouldn't be his first targets anyway.  

    He wasn't able to hold back after the door closed. There was already too much holding back by this point. He used the spell cut, sharp water blades shooting from every part of his person. He used dip every time a new servant popped up. There was too much bloodlust and the want to crush the abusive nobility to hold back like he should. By the time the man had got to the top floor, he was rather exhausted. This was why not keeping your cool could quickly backfire. So the water horse stood outside the master of the houses door, trying not to pant too loudly as Lott tried his best to catch his breath. This was a little embarrassing. Others were doing amazing things, while what was the fae doing? Catching his breath at the top floor of a building that only had one noble and a few guards left on the premises. He would need to find a less magical way to kill the noble in order to have some more fuel left to try to handle the guards. What could he use? A letter opener that one butler had been holding would do well. The dark haired creature walked over towards the corpse before calmly taking the shimmering item from the still warm fingers of the fresh body. This didn't make the man feel any less tuckered out from the way up, nor the killing along the way. Lime green eyes looked towards the little but sharp blade. Could he get it in the man before too much trouble occurred? There was only one real way to find out. So he started to walk back out towards the door, a loose grip on the letter openers handle. A long breath was taken to try to calm the quickly beating heart as he prepared to open the door.

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    Godlike Frederik
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    Post by Godlike Frederik on 7th October 2019, 7:45 am

    When his barrage stopped, it left nothing more but a thick curtain of lingering smoke. However Dahau knew that behind the black plumes, his opponent was still alive. The naked eye was maybe unable to penetrate through the dark cover the smoke casted over the area, but his ability to sense magic to even the smallest particle wasn’t. 
Honestly most men wouldn’t survive a continuous barrage of cannon fire, then again he was dealing here with a mage who was part of an assassination guild. It figures that his assaillant wasn’t all talk.

    A few seconds passed, while Dahau patiently waited for his opponents next move. Who by now should’ve realized that the man he so blatantly ridiculed as small fry, was an indescribable force to be reckoned with. Dahau knew, that if Duran even wanted to stand a small chance against him he had to unleash his ultimate move, he had to toss away that halfhearted attitude and come at Dahau with serious killing intent.
    And then, just like clockwork, Dahau sensed a change from behind the cover of the smoke. Almost silmeaoutnasly with Hibiki, Cirven’s opponent, Dahau felt a sudden shift in magical power from Duran. Almost instantly the smoke around him dispersed from the sudden magical pressure, revealing Dahau’s opponent once more. His aura green and visible as it dwindled around him like steam. Dahau felt that there was nothing but malice in his opponent now.

    ‘Still resisting I see’ stated Dahau with an unimpressed voice, but without getting even a single reply. ‘Did you lose your tongue boy? You know what, it seems that fear has overtaken you, so I give you just this once change. Turn tails and run, flee to whatever secretion you came from and stay there.’
    ‘Screw you!!!’ Shouted Duran angrily, ‘I’ll turn you into a messy pulp!’ He threw his entire right arm into the direction of Dahau and while he did, a spout of acid emerged from his fist which homed in at Duran’s target. ‘A crude attack’ stated Dahau who simply stepped aside and trailed the acid, as it traveled passed him and land on the ground behind the dark mage. Dahau was about to say something else as he turned towards Duran again, but immediately took a defensive action instead. The moment he had turned his gaze back at Duran, he noticed that Duran was gone and instead he suddenly felt a spike of magical energy coming from behind him. Instinctively Dahau turned around and had one of his cannons teleport from the air into a downward position between him and Duran’s imminent attack. And just in the nick of the time, the second Dahau’s weapon landed it was being met with a wave of acid. His weapon split the attack apart and made sure that the acid only moved passed Dahau’s sides, the cannon on the other hand got the full brunt of the attack and got largely eroded. ‘Didn’t expect that did you now oldtimer!’ taunted Duran with a shrieking voice. ‘Now watch this!’
    Dahau watched from behind his molted cannon and saw the trick to Duran’s sudden disappearance, he wasn’t only creating acid. He became it. Duran’s body started to change and from it several streams of acid appeared and traveled in an arch to various spots around Dahau. Once landed the acids spots took the form of several Durans, who all now aimed both their arms at him. From each Duran extending his arms several small streams of acid appeared and traveled with great speed towards Dahau. In turn Dahau disappeared from the very spot he was standing by quickstepping away, leaving the first few bolts of acid to only hit the ground he’d left behind. The others continued to home in at Dahau, forcing him to repeat the same move several times. Each time quickstepping to a new location with the acid only landing a mere moment after him.
    The moment the last bolt hit the ground, Dahau noticed that the several Duran duplicates have traveled along with their attacks as well and he was now watching as several puddles of acids merged together to form one singular person again.

    ‘I got you running now!!!’ Cackled Duran ‘In this state I am untouchable! Invinci-‘
 Duran’s running mouth got cut short as he suddenly stopped speaking and started to scream uncontrollably. He clenched at his own head and body, not knowing where to hold on as a severe pain was send through his entire body. The second the pain relieved for a little he looked around if there was anyone else around, but there was no other mage besides his comrades fighting with Cirven. Confused, Duran turned his gaze at his opponent again and upon seeing his face, his own eyes widened from fear. ‘H-How?!’ He barely uttered.
‘I told you didn’t I? That you got the short end of the stick. You see, I don’t only use artillery, but I can sense and control magic to its finest particles. And since you use magic to make your entire body exists out of acid, it means you are now magic… meaning I can rip you apart just as any attack.’
Wait no! Stop ple-‘
    But it was already to late, before Duran could utter his final word. The pain came back. A terrifying pain coursing through his entire body as an unseen force started to rip him apart to his very core and with a final scream Duran splat apart and vaporized into thin air.

    Dahau gave the dwindling remains of his defeated opponent a last glance, before he dissappeared from his position and reappeared again to where his fellow guild mage was sitting. 'It seems you got a far more interesting battle then I did' said Dahau with a sigh at the end. He looked at Cirven who was casually nomming on an etherano energy bar of sorts, before shifting his gaze to their rather destroyed surroundings. 'Anyway, it seems that your plan is getting along nicely....'
    Dahau stopped in the midst of his own sentence and gave Cirven a stern look before saying with a serious tone. 'Do you feel that?'
    Somewhere in the city a sudden spike of magic occurred, far stronger then the opponents he and Cirven had fought just now, and to make it worse. It seems as if it was coming their way.

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    Post by Saraphina on 10th October 2019, 10:46 am


    The White Queen
    After casting Hel, Saraphina’s face seemed like she was void of much emotion despite the black tears that were staining her currently grey cheeks. She wasn’t playing anymore, she was upset. Sure she’s been upset before, but this was another level upset. Being told ‘no’ for something, and playing with her heart like this? They were absolutely two different things. But the results of her being upset would probably be the same. She wanted to kill something, but she was being targeted with her own spells, and she really couldn’t have that. She broke the ice wall with her skates and growls. “Bergelmir isn’t to be used from someone as unworthy as you.” She hissed as she was about to kick at the man, but Birch had seemed to get in her way. She had spun around and quickly doubled back on her skates as she watched her guild member she was just mad at not even five minutes ago. He was fighting this stitched up man and distracting him from her. That wasn’t okay right now… She needed to hit something. Destroy something. She needed to abuse something.

    The stitched up man seemed to be shocked that Birch had come after him and tried to block the punch with Saraphina’s ice, but was just a tad late as his throat was punched. He reeled back a bit as he coughed some, glaring at Birch as he clearly wasn’t an opponent to ignore now. The pretty white queen wasn’t as bad anymore. He would try to use the spells that Saraphina had used to block Birch, but he was a bit slow in casting them, not like the white, or rather black, queen was. He resulted in trying to use his own fists to block Birch, but the other male was stronger than him than he anticipated. He seemed to grunt against the others hits. He couldn’t copy the blasted womans spell she had going on right then!

    Saraphina face twitched a little as Birch had called her his queen again. She didn’t know how she felt about this name coming from his lips again at this moment. She wanted to like it a lot, but she couldn’t not right now. She let up a growl and used her three fingers to move the ice and stab the guys legs, keeping him in place. “You seem like you were put in a meat grinder already. This shouldn’t hurt more." She quickly shoved herself off from where she was, the blades shining brightly as they were still sharp, even leaving cuts on the ground as she moved. She quickly moved to chuck her leg out and let the blade completely cut through this mans neck. As she spun around rather quickly. Simple ice skating tricks like that were easy for her to do. It could have been much grander if she knew how to dance better.

    Unfortunately for her, this man wasn’t dead. He was laughing as his head was barely hanging on it seemed. “You can’t kill me, girl.” Saraphina quickly doubled back and grabbed hold of the mans shoulders as she was behind him. “Oh? I can’t?” Her voice purred as she slightly had on a devilish grin on her face. Her eyes seemed void of any excitement like they usually did when she had that smile on her face. “Eat Hel.” A second chilling pulse emanated from her as she held onto the guy. He let out a shout as he wasn’t expecting that pain right directly on him from that pulse. He had a weakness on his body. She needed to expose it now. She opened her hand as she smiled. “Fenrir.” She says in a soft voice, making a large tooth dagger form in her hand. She stabbed it into the stitched up mans side. And he made a bit of a face as her ice that stabbed his legs seemed to creep up his body. “Not there? Shame. Guess I have to keep looking.” She giggles. This giggle wasn’t like her normal giggle. It was chilling.

    She gripped her hand on his shoulder tighter, actually digging her nails into him before she brought the knife around to stab near his heart. That was when she got an actual reaction out of him. She perked an eyebrow as she smiled. “Thrud.” She giggles. She wasn’t taking the dagger out. As soon as she did so, her hand now had her famed sword of light in it once again. She loved her sword as it seemed to glow nicely. The next moment, the sword glowed brightly, she didn’t look at it, but she seemed to slightly flinch as its brightness still hurt her. “Copy me now.” She says as there were five swords that matched her original sword, floating before him and pointed right at his chest. She was giggling as the swords quickly went after him, stabbing him every which way and seeming to also pierce his heart. Saraphina was still pressed up behind him, and she simply started to giggle more as the man froze. The weak spot wasn’t his heart, but something right below it. And she got it. She let go of his shoulder, and takes a step back slowly. Her side was slightly bleeding, and the only way one could tell, was the fabric that was ripped from her own sword cutting it and her side.

    “I believe we said you were nothing compared to us.” She hummed a little. She felt someone coming closer. Was it one of her own members? Or was it more pathetic people of Hostia and their little people they have trying to guard their homes. These weak and pathetic people they call mages. Hah! She wished for a better fight. She let her skates disappear, putting her back on the ground completely again. She didn’t even speak a word as she started to walk away. Her currently black outfit didn’t seem like it was going away anytime soon. In truth, she didn’t know she had that sort of spell within her. She didn’t know how to activate it, or how to despell it. But she was still rather upset at Birch for leading her on. She gripped her hands into fists again as she puffed her cheeks, eyes still streaming black tears. She needed her Jester. She needed to play some. Get her mind off of Birch and his toying around with her. She wanted to hurt him, but she also enjoyed that he worked well around her castle. He was better than the other butlers she had about.
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    Birch

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    Post by Birch on 18th October 2019, 3:06 am

    It was soon evident that the furious guild master wanted him to back off her opponent. To be as manipulative as Birch was, one had to also be perceptive, which he usually was. This increase in strength and change in countenance told him all he needed to know. She didn't need his help. She didn't need him at all, which was fine. He didn't need her much either, but perhaps she wasn't entirely useless to him as he thought. Before now, the blond man had assumed getting a draw of her ice and finding a way to use her influence and power to build his own was all she would be good for, and in the end, it'd be mostly a waste if all she did was flit around from shiny bobble to idiotic jester and show him no semblance of the power and authority he craved to regain. This black queen was more of what he was looking for, someone he could shadow until the moment was right. Would she stay this way forever?

    The butler took the opportunity to retreat a few meters away, intent on watching her display for things he could use. There was no denying her strength. It was intoxicating now, the way she moved, the violence she commanded and enjoyed. Her grins and giggles were far less grating on his nerves this way. Despite knowing he could gain little in the way of new power from her, Birch craved a taste of this magical power but didn't dare try to interrupt her playtime. The bloodlust in her dulled eyes was relatable. Now that he was regaining his faculties, he felt the tingling in veins to exercise the atrophied magical channels running through his body, but perhaps later. Saraphina had taken possession of this patchwork man, exhibiting some of the most delicious malicious intent he'd seen in a number of years. A nearly severed head wouldn't do, so she'd simply make a pincushion of him until she found the secret to his life. Unlike the Celestial Phoenix, this faux-immortal man could die and stay dead. Not that a Celestial Phoenix couldn't meet a permanent end, but it was a far more complicated process that the man didn't want to think about. At the present, it wasn't an option for him, and his mind touching on it brought up an amount of pain he wasn't comfortable feeling in the presence of people. The brief touch of on it had him fiddling with his cufflinks and adjusting the black ribbon tied under his collar, casting all of his attention on the woman saying words he'd never heard before. Hel, Fenrir, Thrud...what language was that? What did she draw this power from? How might it feel in his hands, in his veins?

    Now that she was somewhat finished with her tantrum, his observent eyes didn't miss the damage to her dress and skin. It didn't seem bad, and while there had once been a time when he'd have paid her and her injury extra concern and care, those days were dead. There wasn't a bone in his body urged to tend to her. If not for her dramatics and strength he could barely wrap his slowly awakening senses around he'd have gone off on his own once more to find the warrior girl he'd been heading toward before this strange but ultimately beneficial encounter.

    Despite knowing she was angry with him, Birch would pay it little mind now. Either she'd be a big girl and get over it, or she'd continue to pout. Either way, he felt the need to inform her of something that would make his time in Erring's Rising ever so slightly less arduous. "Black suits you," the mysterious man commented idly from a few lengthy paces behind her, his hands slipping into his pockets and his expression rather neutral. If he'd known she was heading for that infernal clown, he'd definitely had had a second thought about following the scorned queen. So much for being perceptive.



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    Medeia
    Medeia

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    Post by Medeia on 18th October 2019, 4:40 am

    So engrossed with each other were the two angels that it was difficult to tell just how much time had passed. The sounds of the battle outside became duller as time went by and in truth, both were quite happy to forget about the destruction of the city, preferring the act of love over destruction anyway. It felt just like old times and any remaining tension between them was certainly gone by the time that they had finished, with the blonde woman lying in the arms of the dark haired witch. Medeia had many scenarios about what might have occurred during this mission but this was one that had been quite a surprise, although a most pleasant one.

    “You are far more of a tease then I remember,” Anete would say playfully, a grin on her face as she looked up at the witch, “It is nice to see that after all this time, you still remember our time together so fondly. I do regret what happened to you and I will keep my word although trying to change your father’s mind will more than likely be impossible. He has become corrupted by paranoia and insanity, blaming you for for all that is wrong with both the heavens and the earth. It is as if he has become fixated upon you and I imagine that he will one day seek to come down here himself and face you. I trust that you are prepared?”

    “Oh, I believe so,”
    Medeia quipped, “My powers have strengthened considerably since then and have become far broader in nature. I doubt that he will be able to put a scratch on me at this point although underestimating would be unwise. You know as well as I do that the only way to end this foolishness is for me to make him give up his life willingly, otherwise this feud will just continue forever. I do not want the throne and I suppose that it will simply pass to mother but know that there will no doubt be a time of uncertainty once he passes. He has many followers still, I would imagine, who are just as deluded as he is.”

    “You do not know the half of it,” Anete responded, “There is pretty much a cult at this point who worship his every word, regardless of whether it makes any actual sense. A foul group who has begun to pray on the weaker of our kind. They are an embarrassment to our race but we are unable to remove them because of your father’s defense of them. I sometimes think that it would be better living down her then it is up there, as much as it pains me to say it, although not nearly as much as to what I have to say next. Armina tried to remove them without permission and has been locked inside their hideout ever since.”

    “What?” the witch replied angrily, “If they so much as touch her, then I will fly up there and remove them myself. She has never been interested in the males of our species and to be locked away in their company would be more tortuous than it would be for me.”

    “You cannot return and you know it,” the blonde angel replied evenly, “I will request for her to be released and just hope that he can see reason and use his influence to get them to free her. Once she finds out that you are free and roaming the earth, she will come down here anyway, regardless of your father’s whims. You know as well as I do that her loyalty has always been to you and I can still quite fondly remember our encounters in the heavenly gardens. Expect to see her soon, Medeia because I doubt she is going to want to be kept from you for long.”

    A laugh would escape the witch’s lips, despite the seriousness of the original point being made, “She always had great skill with that axe of hers among other things, so I can only imagine just how much stronger she has become in the years since then. I will hold you to that promise and expect to see her down her beautiful face soon. I suppose with that being said, it is time for us to say our farewells, my dear. It is such a shame that our time together has to be so short but he will no doubt be waiting for news.”

    “I suppose so,” the yellow haired warrior would say with a sigh, “No doubt I will at least get a rollicking for falling under the spell of the wicked fallen angel, if not worse. I am not sure if we will see each other again after this but it was well worth it Medeia. I know I acted like an ass when we first reunited and I am truly sorry for that but you have managed to clear your father’s influence from my mind and that is more than enough for me.”

    Slowly, the pair would reluctantly break apart and forage around for their clothing, before saying their final farewells or more accurately, Medeia pulling Anete towards her for one last kiss. With that, the blonde angel would then disappear in a bright holy light and disappear, heading back to the heavens and out of Medeia’s life again, leaving the witch in a thoughtful and unhappy mood.

    Opening the door of the tower and exiting, she would swiftly have to dodge as a winged and bloody corpse suddenly dropped out of the sky, dropping past her and into the carnage that was happening below. Raising an eyebrow, the witch would look up and a grin would cross her features as another figure came down to land beside her.

    Wielding an enormous axe and wearing a black combat outfit stood Armina, a slight look of blood lust on her face, “Forgive me for taking so long, Mistress but I had to go through quite a few soldiers to reach you.”

    “Anete only just left,” Medeia replied, raising an eyebrow.

    “You forget how quickly time passes in the heavens, mistress,” Armina replied happily, “I am afraid that Anete was unable to convince Mathias to release me so I had to take matters into my own hands. It is a pleasure to be with you one, again, I love the new look. So, what are we doing and what is going on down there?” Her gaze turning towards the carnage below.

    “It is a long story, my dear Armina,”
    the witch would simply say with a smile, “Since you are in the mood for shedding a little blood, perhaps we should join in on the fun?”

    “Maybe afterwards you could play with me like we used to?” The maid answered optimistically.

    “............Welcome back, my precious maid.”

    With that, the two of them would dive down into the battle and begin unleashing hell on the fools who still lived.

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    Cirven
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    Post by Cirven on 21st October 2019, 1:17 pm

    The sounds of battle continued to echo across the city as Cirven sat on the ground calmly while he was eating his large ethernano bar. The sounds were fairly pleasant to him with how he was raised to be a assassin from birth. It was like listening to one of his favorite music tracks on repeat, over and over. Before he was able to finish his bar, Dahau made his appearance. The older man compared their battles by assuming Cirven's was more interesting. "It was fun but was also a let down. He was not strong enough for me to really have fun with them." He spoke but then upon feeling the same magical presence again from earlier, he stopped and looked towards where he felt it coming from. "I do." He got up and dusted himself off. "I just hope that this one is worth our time, honestly. It was not too fun to deal with push overs like that, right?" A man with a blue top hat wearing a matching suit came from in between two buildings and into the area covered in debris and Cirven's mixed elemental magic from the earlier battle. "My, oh my! This is a mess of a place, isn't it? I can't fight in a place like this at all." The man snapped his fingers on his right hand and the debris around him suddenly disappeared. "Oh! That is so much better!" The man exclaimed while Cirven, Dahau and anyone else nearby watched on.

    "Interesting. It looks like you have a mysterious ability there. I couldn't see what you did to do that but I look forward to finding out-" Cirven spoke out before disappearing from sight and reappearing in front of the man. "-Show me." Cirven said as he reappeared and swung his clawed hand at the man's body. His claws sunk in and ripped through the man but his body faded away in a puff of smoke. "I was told you were a fast one, Mizune." The man's voice spoke out as he reappeared from out of no where. "I will have to not hold back against you and your friends. Sorry if this bores you." The man put out his hand and Cirven reacted with his speed where he appeared in front of the man aiming to attack him again but before he could get his clawed hand close something changed in the air that caused the devil to stop and jump back as he was perplexed by the feeling. It felt like the air in the vicinity was being sucked out from all around him and he could not breathe at all. He fell to the ground unconscious soon after. The effects that affected Cirven would extend to Dahau and any who were nearby the area. All of those affected would be pulled into a portal to an unknown area. The man would sigh and stay in the area as he spoke. "You all shall die in your own little world. I'll make sure of it."

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    Cirven suddenly woke up in a bed that he did not recognize at all. Cirven? Are you awake? The familiar voice of Demiari would speak out to him as he moved and sat up in the bed before putting his feet off the side of it. "Where are we?" He questioned. Demiari looked at him confused. "We are home. We are in Tolgalen." Cirven looked at her as his mind was completely unsure of what was going on. He could not remember what he had been doing before sleeping or why they were where they were. He clutched at his head with one of his hands as his head suddenly had a stinging pain rush through it. "Oh yeah! We are here to settle things with them once and for all!" He spoke out once the pain in his head subsided. "Exactly. Are you okay? I need you at your best so that we can do this, you know." Cirven shook his head and smiled at her. "Of course I am! We will do this together!" Memories were coming to him of how all of the other members of the Detergers had been killed and that Demiari and him were the last ones left. He clutched his hands into fists and stared down at the ground as the memories rushed to him. "We have to avenge them..." He said and Demiari moved and sat next to him where she laid her head on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

    They did not get long to sit together before the scent of others would come to Cirven's nose along with the sound of others around them. "Demi! We have to-" He spoke out but before he could finish talking, she jumped up in front of him where she was impaled by iron spear. The spear recoiled from her and she fell to the ground lifeless, leaving him to stare down at the body of his lover and then look up to see the face of her killer; Adalinda along with Ruvel, Sol and Johann.

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    So this enemy I have introduced has used a reality warping spell on Cirven and anyone in the vicinity that traps them in an alternate reality in a pocket dimension. This is completely voluntary and is not something you have to do but I thought it would be fun for those who want to do it with finding their own way out of the alternate reality. Those affected will forget the battle they were in as well as anything else that might be unneeded for this reality. The idea is in this reality they are to die somehow. It is up to the writer how this affect their character as well as the setting, etc. Hope this is fun for everyone.


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    Jennifer Ford
    Jennifer Ford

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    Post by Jennifer Ford on 22nd October 2019, 12:44 am




    Name: Jennifer Ford


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    The burning smell of charred wood, it was something Jen had almost forgotten, and she would have had she not been smelling it at this exact moment. When she came to, she was trapped between two walls, or inside of one. She didn't quite remember what she had been doing before, but the smell was definitely not a welcome one. Looking around, she noticed several things, other than the fact that she was stuck inside a wall. The first was her reduced stature. She must have been no more than three feet tall, and something didn't exactly feel right about this situation. "Mom?" The word seemed to come out of her mouth unexpectedly, and yet it felt right. "Mom? Where are you?" The smell of the wood was bad enough in her present situation, but what came next was far worse by a long shot.


    "Jenny, just stay where you are." "Daddy? Where are you?" "Everything's going to be alright, sweetie. Everything's alri-" Her father's voice was abruptly cut off by a metallic sound, and Jen could smell something far worse than the wood, as blood seeped in from the bottom of the wall. "Daddy?" She called out to him, several times in fact, but there was no response. Her eyes went wide with shock as she slowly came to realize what had just happened. Her father had just been murdered, and her mother didn't seem to have been with him. "Mom? Mom, where are you?" Eventually she stopped looking, and just sat there sobbing into her hands as the house burned down around her. "Jen...you need to get to the basement, go to your grandfather. He may be the only one who can help you now." "Help me?" "They know you exist, that's enough of a reason for them to come after you too. You need to get away."


    Jen cried for a while longer, before finding her way out of the wall, just in time to watch her mother get vaporized by a magic that she knew all to well that she should fear. "Mom?" She was rattled to her core in that moment. Unfortunately for her, those who were after her were not very forgiving. She screamed louder than she thought possible, causing the flames within the building to wrap around her, in something of a cocoon. When she came out of it, she was somehow taller, and standing on what appeared to be a floating island. "No...no, I have to go back! I have to try and save them!" "You? Saving someone? That's a bit uncharacteristic, don't you think?" When she looked up towards the source of the voice, she saw a woman with wings and a spear. "What do you know?! You weren't there!" Jen was justifiably upset from having to relive the deaths of her parents. Anyone would be expected to be upset from such a thing.


    "Perhaps, but then I didn't just slaughter a bunch of innocents with the aid of a witch." A witch? Jen vaguely remembered something about meeting such a person, about her life up until that point being rather unsavory. "Go through half of what I have, then let's see if you can call anyone who plays nice with the council innocent." The seemingly angelic foe smirked at this before lunging towards Jen. She narrowly avoided this swift attack, and there was a clear and present fear behind her eyes. However, this quickly gave way to anger as her eyes flashed, and she transformed into her Take Over form. That was right, she was a lioness, and lions had no natural predators. At least, that was what she thought. Her claws were sharp as razors as she worked herself up into a frenzy whilst slashing at her foe, who's name was now coming to her. This woman wasn't an angel, not exactly.


    No, not an angel, a demi-god. One of those mystical beings that bridged the gap between humans and gods. They were not quite immortal, but they did have some trouble dying. They tended to put up more of a fight than most. Jen didn't care about this, though, she was just upset with this woman for talking down to her. She was going to show her exactly why she should be afraid. At least that was the plan. Jen didn't expect her to be quite as tough as she was. However, as the fight seemed to be winding down, Jen got careless, and left herself open. In the next second, her left arm felt a little light. Jen's eyes went with shock, knowing that things had most certainly gone south. She was down an arm, separated from her partner, and without any way to defend herself. Before she could blink, there was a sort of numbness spreading through her body, and a warmth seeping out. Looking down, Jen saw the shaft of Genesis' spear sticking out of her chest.


    "So...this is how I go..." Jen smirked, and leaned against a castle wall. She coughed up a little blood before grabbing something out of her bra. It appeared to be a cigar, and a cutter. She cut the ends off and tucked the cutter back where she had retrieved it from before sticking the cigar in her mouth, and igniting it with her index finger. "It's kinda funny, really. None of this really feels real." Genesis laughed as she approached. "You're right, it is kinda funny. But maybe not for the obvious reasons." "Well, for what it's worth, you're definitely skilled with that thing." "Yeah, and you're not to bad a fighter yourself. I tremble to think of what might have happened had you been armed." "I don't use weapons, I prefer to feel the contact directly. Plus, there's no better feeling than that of your fists when they make contact with the enemy." In the next moment, one would have expected Jen to cough up blood, or lose her pigmentation, but none of that happened. Instead, the world around her began to fade out of existence, being replaced with her previous Hostian surroundings. "Well, color me impressed. I actually thought that I was there."




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    Kien Hikiba
    Kien Hikiba

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    Post by Kien Hikiba on 23rd October 2019, 1:49 am

    Okay well, it seemed that the fun found him after all.

    On the way to the center of the city, the werewolf had been blocked by a guy in full plate armor. Not only that, but they brandished silver weapons.

    SILVER. WEAPONS.

    Kien smirked at the guy, tail flicking side to side in excitement. "Well well, if it ain't one of those of Hircine Hunters people." The grey wolf barked, ducking just in time for the sword to skim past his ears. "And a guy of few words too eh? Alrighty sure, I'll tango with you."

    What would follow was a rather heated confrontation Kien did not expect to have. Perhaps the guy was just passing by and had found himself in the middle of his guild's playground. Hircine's Hunters were not really a guild and more of a...religious order of sorts. They mostly waddled around, slaying vampires and werewolves.

    Kien knew them well, he had run into them a good few times. They were particularly stubborn and relentless. He would have alot of fun fighting them if they did not run around with needlessly expensive silver weapons. Kien simply couldn't be hit by any of that stuff. Silver wounds don't heal, ever. Well...they kinda heal, but it would take years to close even a small cut.

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    Jester

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    Post by Jester on 29th October 2019, 2:50 pm


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    "There! He's one of them, Quick take him out!" The commanding voice roared from the distance. The group of soldiers turned to engage with the clown who had been skipping through the town casually. Bullets would ricochet off the walls of the building around him, he swung his arm out, his cards flew forth, meeting the onslaught of bullets and carving them through. Deflecting them away from his body, this was most effective. Although when the roaring metal pierced his shoulder, the clown stumbled, eyes wide, he turned to the sky as he took a moment to acknowledge the pain. He licked his lips, reaching over to the bullet wound, he ran a trembling finger over the wound. His warm blood coating his fingertips, he brought the bloody tip of his index finger to his lips, tasting the coppery fluid. Ah, yes this was his blood. He turned on his heel towards the Hostia Soldiers, giggling slightly. That hurt, a lot, and it thrilled him.

    "My turn~" He purred excitedly, before vanishing, a doll appearing in his place. He reappeared amongst the soldiers, a blade in hand. This dagger wasn't longer than twelve inches, slightly rusty and blood stands, it's brown handle wrapped with rainbow coloured ribbons. He spun towards the closest soldier, grabbing his shooting hand, before bringing the blade down on his arm, taking it clean off. The man screamed eying his mutilated limb in horror, but not for long, as Jester adjusted the grip on the blade and plunged it firmly into the man's chest. He twirled away, holding the man's severed arm, he held it up like a rifle pointing it at the next soldier and firing several shots into his torso. He ducked down just as the remaining three soldiers began to fire, dropping low enough that their bullets would only plow into each other, killing two of them. The last of the men stopped shooting, staring ahead in disbelief as the last of his team fell down dead. His hesitation would cost him because moments later the clown would turn into a roundhouse kick, his foot knocking the gun from his hand. The soldier stumbled back, his clumsy haste causing him to fall to the ground, landing on his rear.

    "P-p-p-please...No... I'll let you go, please d-d-d-don't kill me," The clown beamed down at the man, kneeling down in a begging stance. Jester eyed him for a moment, tilting his head. The clown appeared to ponder for a moment, almost as if considering the man's request. He glanced around, the streets were quiet now. Eerily so following the chaos that had taken place only moments ago. They were alone now it would seem. Jester brought up his wrist, looking at though checking the time on his watch, despite not wearing a watch. He cocked his head, "I suppose we have a little time to kill~" He did want to find Oakey and his Queen, but the clown wasn't required to go join them. At least not yet, he had his own fun he'd been promised. He brought his hands together almost like a prayer, then as he pulled them apart another 'Funny Blade' would appear. He sat himself down next to the trembling fellow, thumbing the blade playfully.

    "Perhaps, we can come to some agreement, Barry, can I call you Barry?" He said casually, before thrusting the blade down into the soldier's thigh. His scream burst forth from him, Jester reached up, knocking off the man's beret. He would stroke his head, almost like he was petting a cat, shushing him delicately. Barry's cry dwindled into a soft whimper, tears streaming down his pained face. "Come now Barry, you're a soldier, after all, suffer with a little dignity, ol' chap!" He told him, snickering airly. His hand dropped from the back of the man's head and moving over the hilt, hovering there teasingly. "So tell me Barry, why should I let you live? You see, we want Hostia, we like it. It's an ideal location, it has an impressive economy, lots of opportunities for trade. IT has a worth, do you have a worth Barry? Please, do tell me." He asked, the man looking at him, his expression desperate.


    "I-I-I'm a soldier, I can fight!" Jester chuckled in response, "Oui, oui. But not a very good one at that..." He twinge the knife slightly, causing 'Barry' to yelp loudly before continuing to ramble like rube. "Please, I h-h-have a family!" He cried, his crying intensifying, his face a plate of snot, blood, and tears. Jester chuckled in a delighted manner, his suffering was so pure, so raw. The red-headed maniac couldn't help but relish in it. "Okay Barry, tell me about this family, why does your ownership of a family makes you worthy of sparing? I'm sure your comrades had families. So, what makes yours so special?" He leaned over, idly running his index finger around the hilt. 'Barry' would watch him, his breathing heavy, wincing occasionally from the unbearable sting of the knife in his leg.

    "I have a wife, Deborah, she's my everything but she frail, she needs a lot of  medicine. Medicine which I pay for. And we have two kids, a boy and a girl, Mitchel and Erica They need their father, do you have kids?" He spouted hopefully, clearly attempted to find some way to connect with his attacker. Jester’s eyes narrowed slightly, displeased by the pitiful attempt. Jester grabbed the handle, twisting it some more, the soldier threw his body back, screaming. He reached for the clowns arm, trying to stop him from turning it, but to no avail. Jester growled through gritted teeth, he voice laced with dissatisfaction; ”Why should I spare you Barry?”

    ”Please! It’s Erica birthday tomorrow! Please don’t kill me before that, you can come back and kill me later. But please, give me one more day with her, so I can say goodbye!” Jester relaxed him grip on the knife slightly, give him more time, kill him later. That could be fun, he could toy with him. Kill him ON his daughter's birthday, now wouldn’t that be devastating. ”So… Ericaaaa, what is this little darling getting for her birthday? You going anywhere nice?” He asked, hissing the girls name in an almost venomous way.

    ”Um… we were going to go… to the zoo but-” The soldier stopped talking, Jester whirled around on him so fast, he barely had time to react before the clowns face was inches from his. "What Zoo? Where?" The clown barked, grabbing the man's jaw aggressively. The soldier flinched, trembling under the mans suddenly murderous gaze. "H-hostia Zoo... It's pretty n-new, they opened it as a tourist attraction so t-their art many ani-"

    "Is there a Tiger?!" He interrupted, his face even closer to the soldiers, so he was staring directly into his deranged golden irises. After  a long pause, the soldier slowly shook his head, to indicate a no. The clowns demeanour eased off once more, he let go of the man's face, sighing dejectedly. So much for that glimmer of hope, he slid his hand from the mans jaw, around to the back of his neck, and with his free hand, he reached for the funny blade, yanking it violently out of his leg, once again causing him to emit an agonized cry. The clown brought the bloodied edge to his throat, applying slight pressure. ”Well, sorry to say this Barry, but you didn’t quite fit the bar. So liddle Ericcaaaa will just have one less birthday wish tomorrow-"

    "WAIT, WAIT, PLEASE, THERE IS A TIGER, NOT IN THE ZOO. BUT THERE WAS... THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT?" Jester froze, not removing the blade, he eyed the man steadily. "They had one, but I heard she was too volatile, so she's being sent elsewhere, I think they're keeping in the warehouses behind the zoo." He continued, babbling desperately. Jester stayed silent for a moment. A female tiger who was too violent to display at the zoo. It was her. It had to be. Removing the knife from the man's throat, Jester suddenly jumped to his feet. His disappointed energy, not excitable. "Well Barry, it seems today is your lucky day~" He reached down, grabbing the man's arm, he dragged him up onto his feet. "Come now Barry, We're going to see a man about a cat!" He said, shoving Barry forward to lead them, "To the Zoo my good man!" And off they would trot, the wounded soldier, limping along with a perky clown-faced man in a bloody soldier uniform behind him. At one point, Jester picked up some a wooden support beam that had been blown off of a building and allowed the soldier to use it as a walking stick.

    He had a rather visceral feeling as they got closer to their destination, after all this time would they actually be reunited. For so long he had searched for her, visiting the zoo of every city and country he ventured too. He had looked in hopes to be reunited with her. The one being he'd felt truly connected to, she was the same as him, they understood each other, even down to their truest natures. He craved it, her companionship. They had separated over a decade ago, most of her kind would be dead by now. But not her, she was special. As they moved through the town, Jester would pay attention to his surroundings, this time not engaging in battle but slipping past it unnoticed. He was nowhere near his guildmates, he knew that. The further they branched towards the outskirts of Hostia, the further away they were from the action. But this was more important anyway, this was personal.

    In the distance he would see it, his golden eyes reading words carved into the iron gates; Hostia Zoo. He felt his heart race with excitement, giggling with glee as they got closer. The zoo was locked, most likely due to the attack on the city, but what did that matter. Jester would flex his fingers, there was a crack and in his palm, a red clown horn appeared. He through it towards the gate, where a guard looked on in confusion from the safety of his booth. The red clown horn rolled along the tarmac, stopping at the gate. Once it came to a stop, the clown would snap his fingers, summoning a playing card, which he would flick into the air. The card fluttered along, spinning and twirling towards its target almost playfully before landed on the red bulge of the clown horn. The moment the card hit the horn, it erupted into an explosion, blasting open the gates of the zoo, including the guard inside the booth. "What are you doing?! I could have gotten us in! The soldier yelled, but  Jester ignored him, striding forward into the zoo. The alarms ringing loudly, not that it mattered. The Hostia soldiers were far too occupied in the main city, the likelihood of them sending large reinforcements to a zoo was minimal. Perhaps a small group, the clown would just kill them anyway. Jester glanced over at 'Barry', indicating with his head to move, the soldier hesitated but after glancing over at the booth containing the dismembered parts of the guard, he seemed to be motivated to move once more.

    The duo moved further into the zoo, trekking deeper and deeper. There were animals that looked on in intrigued, but they were paid no attention. These weren't the type of beast they were after. Aside from their steps and the natural sounds of the animals kept there, the zoo was quiet. It seemed the zookeepers had fled to a safer location, having got wind of the attack on Hostia. This was good, it meant they were met with no resistance as they moved towards the giant buildings towards the back. For every locked door or gate that they would meet on the way, Jester would the same balloon method as he did before. For every guard or zooworker that attempted to interfere, they would end up which the steely edge of a play card buried deep in their skull, throat, or chest.

    Until finally, they entered the room they were searching for, stepping through the remains of the blasted doorway. Jester’s hungry eyes scanned its contents, there were cages and containers throughout the warehouse. Some were empty, some had animals in. Jester strode along, scouting the contents of each cage. It would seem that they were keeping the less aesthetically pleasing creatures in the back. But given what they knew about Hostia, it wasn’t surprising. Money over ethics. It was part of what made Hostia so tempting to snatch. Yet, amongst all the decrepit creatures he couldn't see her. Nor could he see any of her kind, which had to mean she was in one of the three containers in the room. As he skipped across the room, he moves from container to container. There were horizontal slits in the sides, just wide enough to fit a man's fist in. The first container was empty, the second quiet, emitting a smell, the smell of death. Which left only the third container.

    He would slide up to the final container, moving to one of the gaps on the side. He leaned in, he could hear movement within. He stared in, there was quiet. A moment of stillness. The soldier, 'Barry', looking over uncertainly from a distance. Nothing happened, the shuffling inside the container continued. Until suddenly, a giant boom rang out against the side, and giant hooked claws peeked through the gaps. Attempting to claw at whoever got too close. The attack accompanied by a menacing growl. Jester giggled ecstatically, hopping playfully from foot to foot. The attack on the container stopped, the movements of the creatures becoming still once more. Jester leaned in close, dangerously so. If the beast clawed again, it would surely tear through his cornea. But still, he showed no concern, his wide golden eyes peering him before he whispered to it.

    "Hello my pretty~ Oh how I missed you." He cooed, like a grandparent talking to a grandchild. After a moment, his golden eyes that were peering in eagerly would be reflected with two more golden eyes. The felines gaze meeting him in a strangely calm manner. "There's my girl," He purred, before moving away. Striding around to the end of the container, before quickly set about opening it up. "Are you sure you want to do that? I heard she killed six people, guards, and zookeepers, she dange-"

    "Oppressors. All of them, foolish enough to attempt to contain such a magnificent creature, prepare yourself Barry. Because you are about to meet a legend; Cirque de Rêves finest Asset, The Cursed Tigress, Sheba~" He yanked the lever up, pulling open the container doors. Slowly they would open, emitting a high pitched squeak. From the shadows, a deep growl, before hefty paws skulked out of the darkness. Moving further out of the container to reveal an almighty creature. She was, as Jester remained. Magnificent. Her powerful limbs moved sleekly, her body had not grown tired over time, but only more lean and substantial. Her features were exquisite for even her kind, almost bewitching. She always was, during her days of servitude.

    "Hello again, old friend." Jester said, stepping before her, he would kneel, arms open, chest exposed. His gaze steady on hers as she stalked toward him, she stopped a few inches away, sniffing the air around him. She would growl once more, although this would sound more like a grumble. She nudged her face against his, her golden eyes closing. He reached up around him, scratching her behind the ear. "I know girl, I know. Don't worry, Jesse's here to free to." He would drop his hand pulling back, "And together we will unleash hell on this despicable world." He told her silkily, her golden eyes would open once more. Meeting his gaze, she grew still. Between them, the look was unwavering, she may have been a mammal, but Jester knew she understood him. She was special like that.

    He would stand, moving aside, looking over at their observer. "So that's it, I can go. I got you your Tiger, I'm free to leave?" He asked, his eyes hopeful. Jester smiled pleasantly at the man, "As promised Barry, I won't kill you." The man sighed with relief, limping towards the door happily. "But... I can't say the same for my friend here." The soldier froze, looking over at the Tiger, who was sinking into a low crawl. "You see, Sheba has quite an appettite... and she's starving. But because I'm generous, I'll hold her back for five seconds, give you a chance as a reward for your aid today. If I was you... I would run." The Soldier spun on his good forward, hobbling away in as close a run as he could manage. Just as the clown began to count down, holding his two fingers before the Tigress as a signal to wait.

    "Five...four... three...two...one." He raised his hand, and the beast would leap, charging forward after the man. And within a few moments, the warehouse would be filled with screams.

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    Jester's exciteable giggle filled the air, loud enough so that Oakey and his Queenie would hear it. His eyes falling on them as he made his rather 'dramatic' approach. He has long since left the soon and made his way to their location, them having been spotted by one of the spare Harlequins he'd sent off to keep an eye on the goings-on in the city. So he had headed towards the outskirts where they had been seen fighting. Upon arriving he would see the two of them, surrounded by bodies, his Queen in an unusual shade of black, tears streaming from his eyes. He looked at them both from on top of the giant tigress, before scouting off of her. She would growl, but he would reach over and stroke her furry cheek. "Calm girl, they're with me." He told her, before moving forward a few steps. "So, what did I miss?"



    WC: 3038 | Jester Total WC: 6617
    TL;DR  - Jester is waking along, takes on some soldiers, kills all bar one. The last soldier, who he nicknames 'Barry', begs for his life trying to offer something in exchange. During their discussion, he mentions the zoo, which catches Jester's attention. Jester who has been looking for Sheba, the tigress from the Zoo he grew up in for years, excitedly has Barry take him there. They find Sheba, Sheba eats Barry and they head off. Later arriving in the location where Birch and Saraphina are fighting.


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    Post by Laurence Lott on 4th November 2019, 4:52 pm

    The door was opened and letter opener released. Did aim sing true? It seemed to all happen as the blade met the home owners neck. Thoughts of any battle seemed to haze from the mind that it was as if they had never entered inside to begin with. Was there a deeper dream to run to? ambitions existed, but it wasn't really the same. Those wants were only so strong and didn't really stretch towards an end goal. Likes and dislikes are mostly muddled, unknown even in the deepest recesses in the mind. The only time anything had felt solid and certain was before he had died. It was also why the mans mind was so susceptible to illusions, the uncertainty that anything was real at all.
    Perhaps this was why their eyes spotted such a familiar sky. There air smelled fresh and full of life, a vision of green rolling hills covered with thick patches of trees and long grasses. There were farms with crops, goats, pigs, sheep, and chickens. Goats were for milk, chickens for eggs, sheep for the wool, and pigs for the meat. Of course all the animals were put away for the night by now. It was the dogs turn to rest and the cats turn to wake and work, otherwise mice might ruin supplies. With these animals a farmer could mostly rely on the fat on the land for survival. Of course these were also a need for small businesses. For this reason his family had the same small one running from their home for more generations than he could ever count. They were a family born to go nowhere and do one thing, make and repair furniture. He wasn't the best nor worst carpenter, but the young mans work was getting better every day.

    But right now?
    It was just nice to have the cool night welcoming him to the life he was born for. That was how it should feel, right? It was something he had experienced many previous nights before this one. It felt like all he needed was to take joy from the space the world had allowed him. “Why doesn't this feel right?” Their lot in life used to be fine. Even the lads clothes seemed to have the old vigor and shimmer they had before. Wait, before what? The mind briefly drifted to thoughts of an event that seemed far more like a hazed dream now. Those eyes didn't need to look far on the still outstretched hand to notice something that didn't quite match the scenery. A pale corpse colored hand, rather than the original healthy tan that had been there before. When did the body get so thin and gain it's sickly coloration. Was that dream...?
    “Laurence!” A familiar female voice called out before the mind had more time to piece things back together. Her voice was full of firey life, like she could aflame a room of ice with sound alone. Pale thin and feminine limbs came from behind, the freckled arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders. From one hand dangled a stuffed basket that had been covered with a cloth to keep everything in. The basket itself looked like a plain woven one, something that was easy enough to duplicate with enough time and materials. The fabric over the items content looked to be made of plain white wool. The hug was brief before she released. That's right, she had never been the type to keep still for long.

    Donnabell N. Lemrise, a redhead from a family of them. She had been shy as a youthful lass, but had become more adventurous and bold the older she got. This was why it was no surprise when she had appeared in his sights in full view, almost dancing with how she moved and twirled. Her body was full of curves, from those ripely colored lips down to the small dirty toes.
    The gifts in magic she was born with had caused her family to seek and find her a teacher when she was at a young age. They didn't find one until she was twelve, until then he had aided in finding her the right books to study. While not from a family of much wealth, it was certainly enough that most would not want for any worldly desires if they had been born inside it. He never thought of asking for any, nor hadn't thought of holding it against her at any point before. What were these feelings and thoughts now though? This dark murk that flowed over the mans black heart. "I thought you wouldn't mind a nice night stroll and picnic after a long day of hard labor." The voice was joyful, small giggles sprinkled in the upbeat tone. This wasn't a question, nor were there any signs of doubt inside her. She had never had to fear discrimination over her gifts and his gentleness helped her become emboldened and confident in her actions between the two over time.
    It was like she knew she could always have her way. It was just as she knew he would follow her, which he had already started doing. Even as a child there had never been any doubts on her wants. The dreams she expressed didn't have the same limitations, like the hopeless tone the sheep herders daughter had during the short time of years they all had in schooling.  

    Deep bitterness.
    This was the first emotion that had taken any shape when it came to her in this instance. But why? The old him had loved her unquestionably, but now all he could think of was how many in the area weren't even able to dream the same way as her. His own family suffered by being forced to abandon the ones born before him that had magic in them, marked by their red hair. Unlike her family, red hair in his was only given to those born with magic. Those without magic naturally had brown hair. Magic can be wonderful, if you have the time and coin to properly raise and care for them. His family barely had the enough to raise him, someone who had been born plain and easy to raise. Was this bitterness for others?
    For family he never got to meet? The lives his mind had avoided thinking much on until then, for infants with magic sold by the poor couldn't have suffered anything resembling mercy as it pertains to fate. Then for those he never considered friends nor enemies, the bakers daughter who cried once realizing she could never become a doctor, the farmers son whom would sigh and get an expression at times that screamed of crushed dreams that could never be met. It was a bitterness that started to become something different and less of a sour green nature. What was this emotion? It was the same one from that dream. No, it was never really one at all. They had betrayed him, both of them. But it wasn't just him. The kelpie refused to look away from what 'couldn't be changed'.

    "Who was the first to say you should accept your lot in life and why?" The question left the faes lips before their feet stopped, the confident female figure dropped her basket in surprise. Two sandwiches on bread rolls full of falafuls, slices of pale colored cheese, lettuce, ripe tomatoes, mustard, and mayonnaise. Besides that there was some potato cakes with some sauces for eating and dipping. It was the sort of food he used to enjoy and honestly for the most part it still looked alluring to the eyes.
    The girls bright warm ember eyes looked at him filled with confusion. After that he started slowly stepping further back away from her. "I certainly never said that, now come help me clean up this mess you made." She spoke with some firmness in her voice. Waves of fire spiraled from the womans body when he wasn't obedient to her commands. One moment it felt like he was being burned to death, but in the next one the fae was back in the doorway of an office. Lime green eyes stared widely, feeling unsure of what had actually happened. Everything had seemed so real, enough that the idea of having a large and luxurious place empty to loot for his guild just didn't feel all that entertaining anymore. It was the sort of feelings that could suck the taste from even from the finest of meats. Why was everything spoiled? Was it the feeling of dying? No, it had soaked in now that it really hadn't happened. What was it then?
    The reminder that his ex fiancee was still out there somewhere. She had betrayed him, just as unmarred for her actions as ever. When had the woman ever paid for any of her actions? "What a terrible illusion, souring my good time..."

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