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  1. Long Time No See!!!

    Hi Ice! I am one such creeper/lurker. Sounds like your life is very exciting at the moment; congratulations! Especially on your engagement.
  2. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Ryuzaki - Ryuzaki trusted Michael completed, when he said they would hold things down here, he meant it. With the Estate covered, Ryuzaki looked across to the globe just as the location spell cemented and noted the location; Chicago. In less than a blink of a person’s eye, he disappeared; racing away from France and back towards the United States of America. It didn’t matter to him that he had been there before his race to the Priduex Estate; when you could move as fast as he could, it bore little weight how far a destination was. He passed across the water at full speed, this time no strange teenager stopped for a chat, and soon enough his feet touched down on American soil. The straightest route from the shores of France had landed him in Philadelphia, he barely had to alter his course to change to a bee-line to Chicago. Small moments were lost as he jumped, weaved, and dodged obstructions but the Chicago skyline appeared before him. The location spell Ellie had cooked up had not been strong enough to pinpoint an exact location but now Ryuzaki was in the same city as Sookie, he wouldn’t need one. He raced up the nearest building and came to a stop on the roof, looking out across Chicago. He crouched down and closed his eyes, focusing his smell and hearing and spreading it out across the city. As a Master Vampire, this was only a fraction of his sense-related power. Within the minute he had picked up Sookie’s sent and followed it through the city and to the outskirts where it settled on a large warehouse. He tuned his ears and picked up the screams, rage and pain, and stood up with a look of thunder on his face. He had also picked up the breathing of the man stood there watching Sookie. “No mercy.” He muttered and with an explosion of brick at his feet he fired himself at the direction of the warehouse. He moved with deliberate speed and ignored everything else around him, he passed a large man dressed as a knight in red armour but even ignored him as he aimed for the doors to the warehouse; if he turned out to be in on it, he would soon die anyway. Now within the warehouse, Ryuzaki quickly assessed the situation. Sookie, screaming while chained to a stone altar. A woman, sat on the outside of 9 concentric circles that surrounded the altar. The masked man; someone Ryuzaki hadn’t seen in a long time. Even as his rage built, Ryuzaki’s first port of call was to free Sookie from her chains. As he dashed forward, he felt an invisible force build up around him pushing him backwards as he approached the outer circle. He realised he had slowed down as the woman turned to look at him in part-surprise; although a look of expectation was also on her face. He pushed forward against the force but it suddenly increased a thousand fold and Ryuzaki felt himself come to a complete stop. His feet dug into the hard ground a couple of inches and cracks emanated out behind him as the invisible force stopped his movement. The masked man turned from where he had been watched Sookie squirm and looked eyes with Ryuzaki; luminous orange with shining gold. “Ryuzaki, running to the rescue; pretty much on time.” The masked man said. Ryuzaki picked up the slight strain in his voice but couldn’t explore it further as the force increased still move and he felt himself sliding backwards despite his efforts to push forward. “You are strong, Master Vampire, as expected. But not more than I expected.” The next blow wasn’t anything Ryuzaki had felt before; not fighting OSSUM, not Erevis, not even Ezralda. It struck him at all points on the front of his body and he was lifted into the air and sent flying backwards at speeds nearly as fast as he could move voluntarily. His back touched the doors he had passed through to enter and the entire wall that housed them exploded outwards as he passed through it. It didn’t stop there, however, as he continued on through the next building, and the next, and the next. He actually lost count before he the force dissipated and he found himself lying in a massive pile of rubble consisting of multiple buildings. As he pulled himself free his sensitive hearing picked up the Masked Man’s voice again. “As planned, he is yours Samantha; kill him swiftly for the longer he is alive, the more dangerous he becomes.” Ryuzaki frowned, he was sure he had heard the name Samantha somewhere before, somewhere significant. He shook his head and brushed the rubble off himself as he stood up and cracked his neck dramatically. Ramon. The last time he had come in contact with him, it had been on the Assault on Nirvana all those years ago. Clearly he was more than he appeared if he appeared to be the same age and had enough power to force Ryuzaki back when he didn’t want to be. Ryuzaki couldn’t stop a growl from escaping his throat as he prepared to return to the warehouse.
  3. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Raphael Ginta - 30 Minutes Earlier… Raphael stood with his back to the stone alter and metal cross; in the time since it had arrived, alterations had been made to it so that it would behave the most effective when the ritual was in motion. The iron metal had been plated with silver and smoothed out to give it a look of a single piece of the metal, and chains had been embedded into the base of the alter; they were just long enough to fasten a small-ish figure to the cross with little room to move. Now laying on top of the alter, but below the metal cross, was a male body consumed in a black metallic-like substance. The 9 concentric circles and the five stones still sat as they had been when Raphael had set them up, except now the stones had started to glow with the moonlight that shone down from above. The phone in his pocket beeped once and Raphael didn’t look at it as he looked up from the ground and glanced at the double doors at the far end of the building and they swung open on their own. Samantha walked in with one of her bodies, The Berserker, pushing in a trolley with the She-Wolf called Sookie strapped to it with thick leather bindings. Raphael said nothing until they stopped outside the largest circle, careful not to interfere with it. “She is uninjured?” He asked, not moving from his own spot from within the centre circle. “Pretty much.” Samantha replied. “She was roughed up a bit before her capture but she’s practically healed to full health now.” Raphael nodded and the straps holding Sookie to the trolley split apart and she started falling forward before an invisible force gripped her, stopping her in mid-air. She was lifted just over a foot into the air and slowly floated across the circles until she stood in the centre circle with Raphael, still held up by her power. “Leave now and prepare for the Master Vampire.” He said and Samantha turned on her heel with The Berserker, now carrying the empty trolley in his arms, in tow. Raphael turned back to Sookie and she dropped into a heap on the floor, whatever had been holding her up was now gone. He stepped over to her and crouched down so he was near her face. With a quick movement of his hand he slapped her hard across the face and she was jerked back into consciousness with a cry. Raphael quickly took a couple of steps back as the werewolf recovered from her disorientation. Her eyes landed on Raphael and without transforming she lunged at him with a snarl on her lips. Raphael simply looked at and the invisible force returned, slamming her to the ground, on her knees before him. “Correct. People should bow before those with greater power.” He said slowly. Sookie tried to speak but something gripped her tightly around the throat preventing her from doing so. “No doubt you have a list of exotic words you wish to call me but there is no time. Look upon the alter.” Normally Sookie would have simply refused but the invisible force moved her head for her until her eyes settled on the figure laid upon the stone alter. “You recognise him, yes?” Again, Sookie tried to speak but couldn’t, her expression gave everything away, however. “Yes, that is Ryuk Zomba’s cursed body.” He stepped forward and rested a hand on Sookie’s head. “You are the final piece.” The invisible force flipped her through the air and her back slammed against the silver cross and immediately blisters started forming on the skin that touched it. The silver chains lifted from the floor and fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles, once again the skin enflaming. Sookie screamed, this time her voice rung loud in the empty warehouse, and Raphael stepped to the end of the alter, looking up to the moon in the sky above them. At this point Samantha walked in with a long, flat box in her arms. She walked up to the edge of the outer circle and held it up just as it was lifted into the air. Samantha remained where she was, simply taking a seat on the floor, and watched the box float over and land on the floor next to Raphael. The lid folded back and revealed five deadly looking stiletto knives made of silver and decorated with gold; at the base of the hilts were small irregular shaped rocks, all of them various sizes. The daggers floated into the air and moved across to Sookie until two hovered above each forearm, two above her shins, and one above her heart. “These daggers have meteorite fragments forged into the hilts and were enchanted for sacrificial purposes. Normally the next step would kill you but due to the nature of the ritual it will most probably make you stronger. Take that as the, ah, silver lining if you will.” Raphael almost smiled beneath his mask but held himself back; he wanted to wait until the ceremony was complete. With a sudden drop the five blades plunged down and pierced Sookie completely through, so their tips appeared on the opposite sides. She screamed in pain, more with the silver than the wounds, as her blood started to seep down the blades until a thick droplet dropped down and landed on Ryuk’s body. Immediately light akin to moonlight shone out from where the blood made contact and Raphael looked back to the moon in the sky. “Luna. Maledictum. Lupus. Vitae. Potestatem. Divisus. Tempus. Immortalis.” He spoke each word as a drop of Sookie’s blood made contact with Ryuk’s black skin. As soon as he uttered the final word, Sookie’s blood started to pour from her wounds, down the daggers, and onto Ryuk’s body, staining it red. It was at this point that Sookie’s body began to change to that of a werewolf; but nothing like she had ever turned into before. Raphael started up a continuous chant in a strange language. Now… Raphael finished his chanting, despite Sookie’s cries drowning them out in volume, and stood up. The circles around him were afire with energy, particularly the stones and central alter. He looked up and spread his hands wide. “Deus Noctus Descendite!” Beams of energy fired out of the five stones and alter and coalesced about ten feet above the centre of the circle. It held a sphere for a couple of seconds before firing a larger beam directly at where the moon was positioned in the sky above them. A minute passed of nothing before a sudden wave of energy high in the sky spread out at an alarming rate. The magical energy being expended would distort and no doubt destroy all permanent magical constructions across the globe; nowhere was safe. That and unless the enchantment was destroyed, everyone, everywhere would forever see the moon above them in the sky; regardless of their location on the planet. - Michael Sanderford - The magical wave came out of nowhere, passing over Michael’s body and causing him to shiver. It was massive and the fact that it had come from apparently nothing, from beyond Michael’s magical senses spoke of the power it wielded. A moment later, Michael realised that the wards around the Prideux Estate had begun to evaporate. Not activated, not destroyed, just simply removed. He opened his mouth but Liz beat him to it. Once Ryuzaki left them to find Sookie, no doubt her capture was something to do with the immense magical surge he had felt, things started instantly. The sound of the daggers colliding in mid-air was filled with a magical energy that Michael detected and, with a series of quick hand signals on his right hand, negated it around himself. Everyone else had been caught by the strange magic but before Michael could whip up a counter for them, Liz sent out numerous small bolts of lightning that jerked everyone back to the real world. Michael deflected the one sent at him and nodded in approval. His attention was drawn though as a blade appeared to pass through him, from shoulder to ribs. However his defense had done its work and the blade had been melted and evaporated before it had ever harmed him. Michael turned around as the man who had just attempted to assassinate him laughed. “Underestimating me is usually for idiots, rookies, and the dead.” Michael said as flames formed a circle at his feet. “Of course, idiots and rookies who underestimate me usually die too so I guess I don’t need to separate them into a different class.” As he finished speaking, he waved his hand forward and a wall of flame sprung up between him and his attacked, rushing forward like a miniature tidal wave. However before Michael felt any feedback from the attack, magic once again filled the air and he felt the warping as it launched him to a different location. When he landed, flames already alight in his hair, he looked around and found himself standing in front of the Priduex Estate, face-to-face with his attacker from previously. Liz’s work. Must have been the last ward left. He thought as he focused his eyes on his opponent. The man in question suddenly submerged his hand in the ground in front of him and Michael felt the magic form at his back. Before he could get out of range, a bony hand sprung from his shadow and clasped tightly around him. It was a death-grip, literally, as it squeezed until any normal man would have been popped like a water balloon. As it happened, Michael was no ordinary man; he wasn’t even all man. As the hand closed completely, Michael burst into flame and escaped through the gabs in the bones. He reformed to the right of the large hand and placed his own upon it. Instantly, flame raced it’s surface and it was reduced to blackened ash and was blown away in the wind. Turning to his opponent, Michael reached up and removed his sunglasses, revealing the swirling fire pits that were his eyes. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours; by your apparent age you must be Willow’s father.” He said before two condensed tornados of flame burst from his eyes and scorched their way to the man. - Eleanor Pengallion - Her location spell suddenly focused and a point appeared on the globe they could follow in order to find Sookie. A second later Liz started exclaiming in surprise and Michael stepped forward to tell Ryuzaki to go and save Sookie himself as they would be busy here. In that blink Ryuzaki was gone and the rest of them were left to face off against a family of master assassins. It appeared they would have no time to prepare, however, as the attack began nearly as instantly as Ryuzaki had left. Ellie couldn’t react as Willow moved to intercept the dagger and save Liz’s life; she couldn’t even counter the magical spell that echoed out from the clash of metal on metal. It sunk into her, deeper than most magic could without another power source apart from the caster’s personal amount. Ellie’s eyes flickered and she found herself back at her mansion in England, Zane by her side. They were both sat in the library, reading as the afternoon sun shone through the large windows that lined one side of the large room. The next second something struck her in the back and it felt like someone had jabbed her with a cattle prod. This wasn’t entirely inaccurate as she looked over her shoulder to see Liz lit up with her energy. Now she was free of it, Ellie could recognise and identify the illusion-dream magic and shook her head in annoyance that she had been caught by it. Then that annoyance dispersed when she realised that only Michael appeared to be unfazed by it. After the brief skirmish between Willow and her younger brother and sister, Ellie saw Liz reach to one of the wards and she braced herself for what came next. She was only half surprised when she felt a pulling sensation and ended up stood next to Liz in the courtyard. She took a second to re-orientate herself and Liz voiced her concern that someone was there. In that moment dark tendrils of magic burst forth from the ground and raced towards them. “I’ve had enough of being surprised!” Ellie called and stepped forward with a hand extended. Immediately a translucent wall of blue energy appeared and the shadowy tentacles crashed into them like it was a steel door. It bent inwards slightly but held as the tentacles, that seemed to be multiplying, started to reach around the wall to get to Ellie and Liz. Ellie stepped forward again and made two separate gestures with her hands. The first, with her right hand, was aimed towards the barrier in front of them and it started to change shape; stretch backwards until it began to cover them in a dome. Her left hand formed a small ball of fire that she lobbed over the top of the wall like a grenade. As it passed above her barrier it gained 3 small blue balls of energy that swivelled around it like a miniature solar system. The dome finished forming around them, protecting them from the tendrils as they could no longer get past, and small spikes jutted out, causing the tendrils to pull back slightly. At this point her flame grenade exploded in a flash of white light and heat both of which were reduced by her shield so as not to harm them. The tentacles let out what sounded like a scream as parts of them were blown clean off. “Liz, I’ll open a path and then you can give them a bit of lightning love, sound like a plan?” As she spoke, the metal net she wore in her hair began to light up with energy. - Zane Pengallion - Since he had kept himself out of the discussion between Ariel, Ryuzaki, and the rest, Zane had found himself out of range to help when the attack came. Cursing himself and summoning his pistols, he found himself too slow to help but was relieved when Willow reacted in time. He was not prepared for the magic, however, as it washed over him and he felt his mind bend and the world changed around him. He was strapped to a chair with metal bindings, his hair was long again and he was wearing nothing except a pair a white briefs. Numerous devices for monitoring his vitals were strapped to his chest and head and the only light source was above him and was bright enough that everything else around his circle of light wasn’t visible. “My son, why do you struggle?” A voice said as Zane tested the bindings strapped around him. Damn it! What the hell is going on? He thought just as something ran through him and jolted his mind back to where he had ended up kneeling in the Prideux Estate. He shook his head to clear his mind and found others doing the same. Apparently they had been subject to some kind of psionic attack from Willow’s family. Now with the spell broken, Zane stood up and summoned his pistols, aiming them at the small boy and girl who and instigated the attack. He saw out of the corner of his eye Liz focusing and energy filling her. Then he felt himself move and found himself atop the roof with Jinkama by his side; which was impressive since Jinkama hadn’t even been in the room. “What the hell’s going on, Zane?” he asked, his skin already golden in colour and ready to fight. “The assassins are attacking already and Ryuzaki has gone to save Sookie; I’m guessing Liz activated something to split the family up to weaken them since Willow was adamant that they were stronger together.” He said, moving his gaze to pick up anything that might move to attack them. “Great, I’m guessing that magical wave had something to do with it.” Jinkama said, also keeping his eyes open. “If you say so just keep you…” before he could finish his sentence, something grabbed him by the shoulder and sent him flipping through the air and crashing back onto the roof. At the same time, the same thing happened to Jinkama and they both cursed. “Not this guy again.” They said in unison, both standing up as a laugh filled the air around them. - Fiona Vaunik - As with her husband, Caine, Fiona had already been inside the building and had simply waited for the rest of the family to enter before making her move. Her target was Willow, since her two youngest had failed already against her, and as Willow attacked her younger sister, Fiona came up from behind with one of her daggers drawn and aiming towards the base of her neck. Before she could finish up the attack, however, magic filled the room and she felt herself being dragged away and sent somewhere else. When she settled she sensed she was in some kind of basement; it was cold, damp, and dark. She immediately sensed someone else in the room and retreated behind some kind of shelving unit. When she realised it was her daughter, Willow, in the room with her she couldn’t help but girn slightly. It looked like she would be able to punish her after all. Fiona sheathed her dagger and reached up to clasp the metal helmet that encapsulated her head. With a quiet hiss, the locking mechanism released and she pulled it off completely. Her eyes were closed and tattooed around her left eye was a series of intricate patterns in dark red ink; similar patterns ran around her right eye but was grey in colour. With that done she threw her helmet high and listened as it clanged loudly against the roof and fell away from her.
  4. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Ryuzaki - The water sprayed up behind him while his feet touched the surface every now and again to keep him moving. Ryuzaki was hurtling towards France directly over the Atlantic Ocean, meaning he was surprised when he came across a figure standing directly in front of him. He started to curve around it, there were more important things going on, but it moved with him to stay in his path. Now closer, he saw that the figure appeared to be a teenager, dressed in blue jeans and a blue hooded top. Suddenly he wasn’t in front of him and was crouched on Ryuzaki’s shoulders. Before he could react the world blurred strangely, more so than normal when Ryuzaki was running, and he slid to a stop on the deck of an oil tanker. Ryuzaki was instantly on his guard, scanning the ship for any life signs but finding nothing; strangely, not even the teenager stood in front of him registered apart from the fact he could see him. “I emptied the ship beforehand, so we don’t get interrupted.” He said, his voice sounding as young as he looked. “And what exactly might be interrupted?” Ryuzaki questioned, standing straight but still ready to react to anything. “My…” he paused as if searching for the right word “…brother, is hanging around with a group of individuals you are soon to come into contact with. He’s small, like a toddler, and wears denim dungarees. You needn’t concern yourself with him, he won’t get involved.” Ryuzaki raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about?” “We have our own personalities but we share a mind so he’ll know I’ve spoken to you. We don’t get involved in matters of your world. So I repeat, you needn’t have to worry yourself with him when you see him.” “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ryuzaki said. The boy looked at him quizzically. “No, I suppose you don’t. Small boy, denim dungarees, don’t worry yourself.” Then, before Ryuzaki could reply, the boy disappeared and a number of confused looking workmen were stood on the deck with him. Ryuzaki ignored their stares, and walked across to the side of the ship. He hadn’t seen the boy move, let alone the workmen return; just what was he? Shaking his head and putting it to the back of his mind, he jumped the railing and kicked off the side of the ship before hitting the water and accelerating again. Soon the French coast passed beneath him and Ryuzaki turned slightly so he was on a direct course to the Prideux Estate; it wouldn’t take him very long to arrive now. - Eleanor Pengallion - Ellie had only been in Liz’s workshop a couple of times previously; generally speaking so had no need to since she had her own places to work. However, to successfully track Sookie, she needed the pentagram-tethered globe Liz kept. With Liz with Elijah in the Healing Chambers, Ellie had had to look through the storage shelves herself to find what she need. While she had been doing that, Michael had left the room without a word and Jinkama had followed shortly after. Zane was leant against the wall beside the door; seemingly at ease but tense with inaction. Arafel was elsewhere and Ariel was stood just outside the pentagram, ensuring she didn’t interrupt the magic flows. She’d now placed the five objects at each point of the star, objects taken from Sookie’s room that held her Aura but not much else, and the hair sat at the pentagram’s centre. With the preparations complete, Ellie took her spot stood just behind the hair and raised her hand to summon her staff. Then she remembered that it had been broken in the Estate Assault from earlier and she hadn’t crafted herself a new one yet. No matter, but I must get on that. She thought as she clasped her hands together in front of her instead. Tracking magic wasn’t her forte, but as with most things she knew enough for a basic reading; the lack of Sookie’s DNA wasn’t helpful either. Ellie focused her energies on the pentagram and the carved lines lit up with a dull red light. Then, blue spheres appeared around each of the objects at the star’s points and like dust in a wind blew inwards until the hair was surrounded by the energy. The non-existent wind picked the hair up until it floated steadily in front of Ellie and she reached forward slowly, encompassing the hair in loosely cupped hands. Magic travelled from her hands into the smoky blue energy and Ellie shook her hands like she was about to roll some dice. She pulled her hands away and the blue energy left the hair, its job done, and floated towards the globe where it surrounded it; the spell would take a minute or so to kick in and pick a point for them to follow. Before it had finished the door swung inwards, causing Zane to straighten to a standing position, and Ryuzaki walked in. His presence demanded silence as his eyes locked on to the blue energy surrounding the globe. “A tracking spell? Who…?” he stopped his question as he focused in on the hair that had settled on the floor, back to the centre of the pentagram. “Sookie’s? Explain what’s happening.” He directed his last question at Ariel. - Michael Sanderford - After leaving Ellie to her magic, Michael had made his way to the top of the estate and then used one of the many balconies to gain access to the roof. He was now stood at the edge of the building, looking out at the vast grounds. The sky above him rolled with dark clouds but that was due to the protective charms around the Estate; they knew that something was coming, something bad. At the noise behind him, Michael turned to see Jinkama walking across to him. Michael turned back to continue looking out and Jinkama came to a stop beside him. For a minute or two, neither of them said anything and then Jinkama coughed. “Mm?” Michael said, the vague noise permission for Jinkama to speak. “Has, uh, has Ellie told you about the last attack here?” Michael sensed Jinkama was unusually down, but he didn’t say anything. “About…about me?” Michael turned slowly to face the mage. “She did; apparently you lost.” he said it matter-of-factly with a tinge of sympathy; he knew the barrier mage was proud of his combat ability. Jinkama bowed his head. “Completely and totally; it was the first live run of my new magic and apparently it was a piece of garbage; Willow’s brother tore through it like it was paper.” Michael didn’t say anything and Jinkama continued. “For the first time in a long time, I felt…felt powerless.” He crossed his arms as his shoulders slouched. “I still do; if…when he comes again, I don’t feel like I can stop him.” “You know, Ellie also told me her theory on that.” Michael said with a chirp. “What do you think of it?” “Her theory? Willow said that her family are powerful and the ‘test’ Ellie did on was hardly on the same level.” “So you think she didn’t try hard enough?” “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying I don’t think she can try hard enough, not to match Octavius.” Jinkama sunk to a sitting position. “So you’re saying she’s too weak?” Jinkama didn’t answer so Michael bent down to look him in the eye. “As her theory suggests, I don’t think strength has anything to do with it. Stand up.” When he didn’t comply, Michael lit a small fire beneath him and he leapt up with a cry. “What the hell?” he asked but Michael ignored him as he took a couple of steps away from him. “Suit up then.” He said and Jinkama just looked confused. Michael swung around and a lance of fire shot towards Jinkama like a bullet. Instantly his skin turned golden and the fire lance split around him, causing no damage whatsoever. “Dude, what the hell?” Jinkama said, patting down the singes on his trousers. “Are you trying to kill me?” “So you think I can?” Michael said with a coy smile. “Of course you could, you’re the most powerful person I know sans Ryuzaki.” “Yet you were confident that your Aura could block my attack; you made no attempt to dodge.” Jinkama frowned. “Instinct I guess, until Octavius, nothing could break it.” “So you think I’m weaker than Octavius?” Jinkama frowned again. “Of course not.” “So, by proxy, strength can’t be related to how your magic was beaten so easily. There must be something you missed. From what Ellie tells me, it was a surprise attack anyway.” “Sort of.” “Well, close enough. Come on, stop moping and let’s get back to the others, the locator spell should have been completed by now.” Jinkama seemed to be thinking about what Octavius did, but he did manage to follow Michael back inside and back towards Ellie and the others. When they entered the room, they found a new arrival speaking with Ariel, who appeared to be catching him up on current events. “Ryuzaki, you’ve arrived.” Michael said and the Master Vampire glanced his greeting but continued to listen to Ariel. It was at this point that the locator spell finished up and a portion of the map was highlighted with blue energy. - Raphael Ginta - Raphael had barely moved since the arrival of his last package. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at the white container, waiting for confirmation that the final piece was on its way. As if reading his mind, his phone began to ring and he pulled it out to answer it; a female voice was on the other end. “Collection confirmed. I’m on my way.” She said, he voice somewhat obscured by what sounded like rushing wind. “Good; make haste.” He didn’t wait for a reply and hung up. He hit another button and placed the phone back to his ear. It took the recipient three rings before they answered. “Inform the family that the night falls, this is the final chance.” The man acknowledged Raphael and then hung up, leaving Raphael to slip the phone back into his pocket. “The time approaches.” He muttered to himself. - Leona And William - While Leona and Elyssa were occupied with the recovering Reason, William was the only one to turn as a young looking faery passed through the ceiling and landed like a feather on the ground beneath. With her battle-worn armour and blonde hair, plus the magic that emanated off her, it didn’t take a genius to know that she was the Summer Queen. When Adelina saw Reason upon the table, apparently injured, her jovial expression changed to that of anger. She immediately gave out a some-what speech in regards to injuring a Hero of Winter. Despite the fact that Adelina had started to reach for her sword, William was not worried, a simple word would calm the Queen when she understood they had not harmed Reason. However, before he could make that word, the set of doors into the room exploded inwards and revealed Maximilian, the Winter Knight. Righteous fury marred his features and the spear in his hand spoke of his intent. Leona and Elyssa had looked up in surprise and William immediately put himself between them and Maximilian as he charged. William’s hands went to the hilts of his swords, but he didn’t draw them; to do so meant he would have to draw blood, in keeping with his accords. The Knight’s charge was stopped, however, as the Winter Queen entered with reprimanding words on her lips. William returned to his straight-backed posture, ready to bow, but was interrupted again as Reason stirred from her unconsciousness; drawing the attention of the room to her. William watched Leona’s face as Reason scraped and bowed before Elyssa, the one who had awoken her and she apparently took to be royalty. He couldn’t help but smile at her scowl and when she turned her gaze to him, he shook his head slightly to indicate that throwing a tantrum would do no good. When Reason turned her attention from Elyssa to Adelina and the Winter Queen, William made his way over to Leona. “Not quite what we were expecting, right?” he muttered, indicated the stories Jayden had told them of Reason. Her scowl remained. “Not exactly. I know I don’t necessarily look like one but to think she think that Elyssa is the queen! Bordering on treason, I’d say.” “Now, now, let’s not get into a fight with a Winter Hero.” William said and turned back to the main body of the room as the doors opened and two more Faeries walked in; these one’s clearly of the Autumn. “Please, take a seat, and allow the negotiations to begin.” The Winter Queen said and took a seat at the head of the table. The simple ice chair that had been there warped and grew until she sat in a throne befitting her station. When Leona took her seat, she touched her crown and with barely a whisper of magic, it changed from its natural look to one of what appeared to be amber glass. It was a sign that whatever she did now was in her station as Queen of the Spring Fae. “I think ‘negotiations’ is a bit of a strong word, don’t you?” Leona said as Elyssa took up station standing next to her and William took the seat to her left. The other Faeries had all taken their seats no as well. “After Ezralda attempted to destroy all the Fae but those of her court, and was subsequently defeated by the Heroes of Winter…” she nodded in Reason’s direction “…it was thought prudent by many that things needed to be discussed; things needed to be sorted so that sort of thing can never happen again; the world ending is not something any of us want.” She sat up straighter in her chair, her hands resting delicately on her lap. “But before that, I must inquire as to how you made this possible; from what I have been taught, Faery Queen’s tend not to occupy the same space lest their power cause irreparable damage.” “That would be me, If I may speak, your majesty.” A figure stepped out of the shadows and bowed his head to the Winter Queen. She nodded so he continued. He was a tall man, skinny as a rake with thin features and high cheekbones. He was completely bald and an intricate tattoo of black ink covered the centre of it, running from the tops of his eyebrows to the back of his head. His eyes were sparkling blue and sat behind a pair of circular rimmed glasses. When he spoke, he stood straight and enunciated each word carefully. “I am Her Majesty’s Court Wizard, trained by the Council of Winter many years ago and until recently, was in hiding. It is my magic that makes it possible for the Queens to stand in the same space; with Her Majesty’s held of course.” He bowed his head again and Leona turned back to the table. “Now we can begin fully.” She said.
  5. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Michael Sanderford - Michael didn’t like being kept in the dark, there were very few things going on that he didn’t at least have an inkling of. As Ariel turned to Elijah and Sookie to tell them to head to South Africa, Michael turned away from them and walked across to a window to look out across the Estate’s grounds. Even when he felt Ariel’s eyes turn back to him he didn’t immediately return the favour. When he did, he let out a sigh. “Okay, I will summon Ryu…” He stopped dead as a flux of magical power flooded the room. It took him less than a millisecond to recognise it as Ellie’s and flames burst around him as he shot out of the room like a meteor. If the furnishings had not been magically protected, no doubt they would have been reduced to a crisp; the people in the room made do with flinching away from him as he passed. The med-bay that Arafel and Ellie were in was not far away and as he passed the threshold into the room, Michael extinguished his flame. He cursed when he saw the situation. Arafel’s black time magic had seeped from his body and Ellie was now engulfed in black smog. Michael darted over to her and reached into the smog to place his hands on her head; the magic apparently did nothing to him. Ariel and the others entered the room as he started the process to pull Ellie free. - Ellie Pengallion - She knew that it wasn’t real and she was desperately trying to instigate the lessons she had been painfully taught as a child. In someone else’s mind, they were god. But that only counted when they were aware of a foreign mind invading; Ellie knew Arafel knew she was here, but she didn’t think what was happening was intentional. The power of Arafel’s memories linking with the rest of his mind again was intense and Ellie couldn’t fight it with the meagre mind magic she possessed. The worst of it was the truth she was learning, the secrets that Arafel had kept from nearly everyone. She didn’t want to know, and her mind couldn’t cope with such an influx. The bridges had now rebuilt as strong as ever, the Time Vault releasing had caused the proper connections to flow over and correct Ellie’s makeshift job, and Ellie was being dragged into a corner of Arafel’s mind that she knew she wouldn’t escape from. A sudden aching in her head told her the threshold approached fast, if she passed it she was gone, but suddenly something attached to her back and she jerked to a stop. The magic felt familiar but Ellie couldn’t place it until a booming voice filled the imagined sanctum. “Eleanor. Return to me.” Michael’s voice said as the invisible line that had snagged her lit up like a fiery rope. “Immediately.” Michael’s tone was demanding and Ellie was slightly offended and then became unoffended when she decided that it was probably related to the magic he was using. Now with the hope of being pulled free within her, she started moving in the direction of where the fire rope had appeared from. It felt like she was passing through honey but suddenly she burst free and a feat of mental agility, her mind sprung back to her body. Ellie’s eyes snapped open and she drew in a gasp of air as the black smoke around her dissipated into nothing. Blood had started to dribble from her nose and ears and a slight headache throbbed but otherwise she didn’t feel any worse for wear. Michael was crouched in front of her with his hands resting either side of her head and Zane was stood behind him, a look of concern on his face. Ellie opened her mouth to chide him but the truth of what she had just learnt suddenly surfaced and she dropped her gaze to Michael. “Master…!” she started when suddenly the room was engulfed in a tornado of black smoke. It disappeared quickly but apart from Ellie and Arafel, everyone and everything was covered in a thin black film. “What the…?” “Apologies, Ellie, I’ve placed a Time Bubble around the two of us.” Arafel said as he pulled himself up into a straighter sitting position. “Why?” Ellie said, remaining seated; partially from exhaustion but partly because Michael’s hands were keeping her there. “What you learnt, by accident, in my head, you can’t tell anyone; not even Michael.” Arafel said, his normally relaxed demeanour replaced by a deadly serious look. “You saw me say it in my memory; if people knew, things could go askew. Just the fact that you are now aware could change things uncertainly.” “But, they need to know! Surely?” She retorted. “They cannot!” Arafel said intently. “We can’t risk it, Ellie. I can explain at a later time exacts but for now I just need your promise not to tell anyone about anything you saw. Can I count on you?” Ellie frowned but eventually nodded; at least she tried to but was stopped by Michael’s frozen hands so she verbalised. “Fine. But I expect a full explanation.” “When the time is right, of course.” Arafel replied and the black film covering everything faded away. “Are you ok, Ellie?” Michael asked. He pulled his hands away and stood up. “What happened in there?” Ellie nodded. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t thinking strongly enough about escaping.” She looked past Michael and saw that Zane was still looking concerned. “But it worked, his memories have returned.” She nodded her head towards Arafel and Michael turned to look. Arafel nodded. “It’s true, I remember everything.” He said and as Michael stepped towards him, Zane stepped past to stand close to Ellie. - Arafel - Confirming her understanding by locking eyes with her for a second over Zane’s hug, Arafel turned away from Ellie and towards Michael who now stood beside his bed. Ariel had entered the room but no-one else followed, Arafel guessed that Ariel had told them not to come for the time being; something he was glad of. Michael still hadn’t said anything so Arafel guessed he wanted him to speak first. “Yes my memories have returned but unfortunately I cannot tell you what they contain.” Michael frowned and Arafel glanced at Ariel, who nodded, before continuing. “As Ariel has no doubt asked you, we need Ryuzaki back as soon as possible and by that and mean as damn near instant as he can do.” Michael sighed. “You as well?” he looked between Ariel and Arafel. “You clearly have something going on here that only you know about, and Ryuzaki I would guess because none of us would hide anything from him. Now, I wasn’t there when you were playing time shenanigans the last time, Arafel, but I get the shrewd feeling that something is happening of a similar manner.” Arafel opened his mouth to reply but Michael held up his hand to keep him silent. “Clearly you can’t tell me, or I’m sure it would have happened already, but I’m not sure summoning Ryuzaki would be a good idea. Before he left again to find his fellow Master Vampires, he explicitly stated that he was not to be disturbed except in the most extreme of cases. I’m not sure this constitutes such a case.” “All I need is for you to get a hold of him; if you can tell him a single sentence as a message he’ll know what it means.” Arafel said as he pulled free of his covers and spun, grimacing as his bruised body resisted. “I can confirm your suspicions that Ryuzaki is aware of what I cannot tell you and all I need you to do is communicate with him that ‘Time’s time has come’. Just that and he’ll know.” Michael considered as Arafel stood up from his bed with another grimace. As he stood there, black smoke started pouring from his pores and a few seconds later, Arafel stood without the pain on his face. “Your Time magic has become powerful, it seems.” Michael said. Arafel smiled. “It’s been a long time since the Winter War; I haven’t been sitting around doing nothing.” He pulled the bandages fee from where they had been wrapped and retrieved his clothes from the bedside table. “The Time Vaults around my memories were also limiting my abilities and apparently I also locked the memories about such things away at the same time; it’s a ploy to confuse enemies if they ask me to use my powers and I say I can’t with the apparent truth that I don’t know why.” He shrugged and pulled his beanie cap onto his head. “It’s a useful ability. Now, Michael, can you call Ryuzaki for us?” “Since you are convinced and Ariel has also requested his summons, I suppose I can no longer refuse.” Michael said and held out his hand. In a burst of flame an object identical to a smart phone appeared in it. “Wait, all we needed to do was literally give him a call? On the phone!?” Arafel said with a look of disbelief on his face. Michael smiled. “It’s a little bit more complicated than that.” He moved his thumb and pressed the only button visible on the device. The screen lit up with a little spinning emoticon of Michael’s sigil, raising an eyebrow on Ariel as Michael let slip a small grin. The screen flashed a couple of times and then a pair of glowing eyes appeared on it. “Foruktashieedbaleen.” The word was foreign to Arafel’s ears but Ariel seemed to understand it, which made sense to him since she was all about words. The eyes started blinking, as if they were real, before closing completely. “Time’s time has come.” Michael said. A second passed and the eyes opened again but instead of being pure gold as they had been moments ago, the left held Michael’s magical symbol while the right held an extended cross that Arafel recognised as the symbol of the Master Vampires. “What does that mean?” Arafel said, looking down at the two symbols. “It means that Ryuzaki has received the message and will return to us as swiftly as is possible for him.” Michael replied and squeezed the phone back into flames where it disappeared. “What do we do while we wait; Willow’s family could attack at any time.” “Willow says we have time, they will be preparing carefully for their next attack.” Ariel said. “Reason has gone to the Winter Realm to check the Princess and Sookie and Elijah have gated to South Africa to follow their lead from the interrogation.” She was looking at Michael but her words were also directed at Arafel. “Excuse me.” Arafel said and everyone looked at him before he froze time again, except this time he left only Ariel free. “Ryuk’s body had been taken.” Ariel said immediately and Arafel cursed. “That isn’t good.” He replied. “No, it isn’t. Misa also told me that a woman named Samantha is alive despite being thought dead. She was Ryuk’s beloved. I fear that she may be the beginning.” “Hopefully Ryuzaki arrives quickly.” Arafel said and clasped his hands behind his back. “Things could go south quickly.” - Ryuzaki - The room had been carved in the centre of a very large tree and currently served as the home to Andrei; he always kept moving for reasons he kept to himself. Ryuzaki was laid back in one of the chairs with Ki across from him with a book in his hands. Andrei was sat across the room at the dining table devouring what appeared to be an entire deer. Ryuzaki was wearing his metal armour while Ki was wearing his leather counterpart. Andrei seemed to be dressed much more casually. He, like the other two, had pale skin and golden eyes; he stood the same height and his black hair was cut to a near-buzz. Andrei was wearing a furred vest, open to show his muscled chest, combat trousers in snow camouflage and black combat boots. Fastened tightly around his wrists were fur-lined bracers of solid iron. A pair of spectacles sat on his nose without support, and he looked through them with every bite of the deer. The silence filled the room and eventually Ryuzaki had to break it. “Ok, there is a question in the air which appears to be slapping me across the face.” He said, sitting up in his chair and looking across at Andrei as he stopped with one of the deer’s legs halfway to his mouth. “Are you going to ask me whatever it is you are going to ask me, or are you going to wait another couple of months?” Andrei placed the leg down and stood up, wiping his hands on a towel that was next to him on the table, before walking across to stand near Ryuzaki. “As it is, I do have a question.” “Shoot.” Ryuzaki said, leaning back again. “When you arrived the first time, your blood is what led you to us. The Calling drives all of us on our first turn.” Andrei said, scooting around Ryuzaki’s chair to take a seat on the one opposite him. When he didn’t speak Andrei continued. “When you arrived, we taught you everything we know about our race and explained the rules.” “What do you mean ‘we’?” Ki chipped in, not even looking up from his book. The light reflecting of his piercings flickered slightly as he moved. “Funny.” Andrei replied and turned back to Ryuzaki. “Even after that you insisted on leaving to interfere despite the fact both of us told you not to.” Ryuzaki nodded. “Because it was people who knew you personally, we let it slide, but we never expected to see you again.” “I assume a question will rear its head any second now?” Ryuzaki asked. “So my question is what are you really doing back here?” “What, a Master Vampire can’t hang out with the only other two of his kind on the planet?” Ryuzaki said with a chuckle. “Do you think I have some kind of nefarious pla…” he never finished his sentence, whoever, as his eyes suddenly exploded in a fiery light. The other two Master Vampires had backed off in a flash, not sure what to expect, but returned closer when nothing apparently happened. “Ryuzaki, are you alright?” Ki said, leaning forward and jabbing Ryuzaki hard in the chest. “You still with us?” Ryuzaki did not reply. “You ever seen something like this?” Ki asked and Andrei shook his head; he was the oldest of the three and yet had never seen anything like it. Suddenly Ryuzaki’s eyes closed and when they opened again they had returned to their normal gold colour. “Back with us?” Ryuzaki stood up and stretched out. “Apologies but I need to leave.” He said. “Leave?” Ki said, watching as Andrei stepped up to Ryuzaki. “What this time?” he said, his somewhat child-like demeanour evaporated. “No, the end of it.” Ryuzaki replied and started towards the door, he stopped when Andrei gripped his arm in a steel grip. “Excuse me?” “You’re going to interfere again.” It wasn’t a question. “We explained to you why we do not interfere with the running of the world. I literally just said we made an exception last time, we can’t always make an exception.” While keeping eye-contact, Ryuzaki reached down in a quick motion he broke all of Andrei’s fingers on the hand that had grabbed him. They healed in the same amount of time it took Ryuzaki to get to the door. “I’m not interfering with anything. I’m saving it.” “That’s the same thing.” Ki said. “Not this time.” Ryuzaki said before disappearing in a blur. Ki moved to follow him but Andrei stopped him. “We’d never catch up; our speeds are the same after all. And we already know here he’s headed.” Ki nodded and moved across to a cupboard that held a variety of weapons. - Raphael Ginta - After leaving the makeshift safe-house, Raphael got to the end of street where his car pulled up nearly at the exact time he stopped on the curb. He got in and closed the door gently, ensuring his cloak did not get caught. He didn’t give any instructions; the driver had already been told what the next destination was. Not that the driver knew the significance of the location, he was lower than a foot soldier in Raphael’s organisation; he wasn’t even one of the Marked. Raphael had commanded this because a Marked was not expendable whereas everyone else was; the driver would most likely not make it to tomorrow. Just over an hour had passed before the car pulled up against a curb and slowed to a stop. Raphael looked out of his window at the derelict warehouse that stood near the sea. He climbed slowly out of the car and closed the door behind him as the driver got out and stood by his own door. “Leave.” Raphael said and the man looked taken aback. Raphael turned and locked eyes with the man. “I won’t repeat myself.” Without further hesitation the man got back into the car and it drove away. Raphael walked forwards without haste or obstruction, no-one was around; partially because it was a practically derelict part of Chicago, partially because Raphael had had a magical barrier erected; nothing could interrupt the ritual. As he approached the set of metal double doors that constituted the only entrance and exit to the building, they opened on their own and closed again once Raphael was completely through. Inside would have surprised anyone who had not been in before. The entire inside had been completely cleared out, leaving only the outer shell of the building and ground comprising of hard-packed dirt, rocks, and a few pathetic attempts at grass. Raphael paid no mind to any of these and continued walking until he was stood in the centre of the vast area; it was about the size of a football stadium and had cost him a lump sum of zero dollars to acquire. He could be very persuasive at times. Remaining in the centre where he had come to a stop, Raphael rotated slowly, his eyes darting across the floor as if following an imaginary outline to something that was resting there. Then suddenly, the line wasn’t imaginary anymore. As if something heavy had been pressed into it, the ground became covered in elaborate patterns until a number of large concentric circles surrounded Raphael; there were 9 overall and were connected by various other lines. Directly surrounding Raphael where he had not moved was a firm outline of a rectangle about as big as a king sized bed. With the floor complete, Raphael looked up to the corrugated iron roof that was above him; supported by a number of heavy steel beams. As he looked, a loud metal screeching filled the building and the roof started to fold back on itself and outwards. It created a large rectangular hole in the roof that allowed Raphael to look up at the sky. As if summoned by an otherworldly force, a plane passed overhead and six objects dropped out of the back of it. Clearly dropped by an expert hand they fell directly towards where the hole in the roof was. They picked up speed quickly and were soon hurtling towards Raphael at a great pace. He looked unconcerned as they approached and even when they shot through the roof gap he simply looked at them. When they were within feet of the ground all six boxes slowed to a sudden stop, held in the air by an invisible force. Then, like being lowered in an elevator, the boxes touched down onto the dirt ground gently. A second later the thin wood that formed the boxes exploded to reveal their contents. Five of the boxes contained large smooth stones all of an irregular spherical shape; none of them matched another. Raphael remained stood in the centre of the rings as the stones lifted a few centimetres clear of the ground and moved around until they settled at various points on each circle, none were on the same. The six boxes contained two things; the first was a large stone Alter with intricate designs carved into the sides and rusted iron rings embedded on its surface. This too lifted off the ground and floated across to where Raphael was standing. He stepped aside and the Alter settled into its position at the centre of the circles. The second item that was paired with the Alter was what appeared to be a human shaped cross constructed of iron. Most of it was rusted but at various joints, repair jobs had been made. Raphael walked across to the metal contraption and rested a hand on it, closing his eyes to fully appreciate what he had. The power thrumming through it was clear, even to him. His thoughts were interrupted as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text reading ‘Delivered’. He put the phone away and started walking back to the door. As he did so, the metal contraption lifted itself up and placed itself on top of the stone Alter; the rings on the Alter matched up with the legs of the contraption and a solid metal thump could be heard as they locked into place. This left the metal contraption about five feet from the surface of the Alter. Raphael exited the door and came across a seventh crate of thin wood; this one was longer and thinner and a note was stuck to its top. Raphael stepped forward and pulled the note free to read it. THE SECOND HAS BEEN CONSTRUCTED. He crumpled the note and dropped it to the floor as the crate rose off the ground a few inches and followed him in. As before, the doors opened and closed on themselves and Raphael took the new crate all the way to the centre of the setup he had created. As before the thin wood exploded to reveal the content inside. This time, it wasn’t something old; the long white box was clearly of a modern construction. It was six and a half feet long, rounded at the corners, made of what appeared to be white plastic and a small window had been installed near one end of the box on the upper surface. Raphael stepped up to the window and bent over to look inside. Visually confirmed, Raphael stepped away from the box and stood by the Alter with his hands clasped in front of him. “Just the She-Wolf to arrive.” He muttered. - Leona and William - “Now, you may be new to all this Leona, but remember that you are equals; never forget that.” Leona, William, and Elyssa had been shown to the small dining room they now sat in. It had taken a while to organise it but Elyssa had finally convinced the Winter Queen to meet her new counterpart of the growing Spring Fae. As with everything else in the Winter Realm, the room was constructed out of ice and looked rather spectacular as light shined through and around it. Even the tables and seats were made of ice, or at least they looked like it but gave off no cold or wetness as they sat on the chairs. Not that Elyssa was sat down; she was stood at Leona’s right shoulder. The new Spring Queen, Leona, sat in as much a dignified way as she could manage. Despite her protestations, Elyssa had convinced her to wear something more fitting then her normal getup that made her look like a runaway child. So instead of her more practical style, Leona wore a knee-length dress of woven gold with patterns of leaves and branches sewn in. Her flat shoes matched in colour and Leona was already getting annoyed at the way they flapped if she moved her foot wrong. Her chocolate hair was still pulled into the loose ponytail she favoured, but instead of her usual string, it was tied with a length of golden wire. Sat atop her head was a crown of leaves and thin branches that indicated her station. Sat on her left was a boy of similar age, his skin was darker and his thick hair was styled into a ponytail of dreadlocks. His normal dress sense made him look like a surfer, so when Leona had agreed to dress up for this meeting, she forced William to do so as well. Not that he was complaining, he quite liked what he was wearing. The clothes were tight fitting, woven of a darker gold than Leona but sporting matching patters, and consisted of a high necked jacket, matching trousers, and black boots shined to form a perfect reflection of the room. A leather belt at his waist held a pair of short swords on his left hip. “Do Queens normally make other Queens wait so long before coming to meet them!?” Leona question as she finally grew tired of sitting and got up to pace around the round table. “I mean, this is getting close to insulting!” “I may have mentioned you are equals but she is still much more powerful and thus traditionally higher in station than you.” Elyssa said, following the young Queen with her eyes. “Jayden’s recent sacrifice boosted your powers enough that you stand on the same platform as the other Fairy Queens, but you are still likely the weakest.” Leona frowned but Elyssa continued. “As you mature, your power will bloom and then you may demand what you wish. Until that time, however, we must wait.” Leona continued to pace and William stood up, stretching off with a noise that made both Leona and Elyssa looking at him. “What, I was getting stiff.” As Leona was about to say something, all three fairies turned and looked at the same spot on the wall. “Did you feel that?” “Of course, Spring magic.” Leona said. William looked back at Leona with a question in his eyes and then turned them away, clearly dismissing it. “There shouldn’t be any of our kind here, right?” he asked instead. “No, it is impossible.” Elyssa said. “William, go and find out what that surge was.” Leona said, taking a seat once more. “And leave your side, my Queen? I would never.” William replied, earning a stare from the Queen. “Do not fear for her safety, William, I will look after her.” Elyssa said and stepped close to Leona to back up her words. “Be quick though.” William nodded and cracked the knuckles of his fingers. His own spring magic, also boosted by Jayden’s death, formed around him and a pair of what appeared to be glass wings appeared at his back; free from his body but clearly linked. He lifted from the ground, hovering a few inches clear of it for a second, before shooting upwards at an angle. His magic parted the ice walls as he passed through them and soon enough he was out into the stormy weather of the Winter Realm of Fairies. The snow and winds barely bothered him as he shot through them like a bullet, homing in on the source of the magic they had felt. He dropped suddenly, remaining in the air though, and saw a prone figure surrounded by three Winter Fae; guards of the castle by the looks of their armour. Without hesitation he dropped out of the sky and landed next to the prone figure with a sizzle of electricity and a small explosion of warm air that blew the snow away from him for a second before it returned. “Who the hell are you?!” one of the guards said and William levelled his gaze on him. “Calm down, idiot.” Another guard said and rested a hand on the first guard’s shoulder. “Apologies, Guardian.” The first guard’s eyes widened at the title and he bowed, also apologising. William turned from them and reached down to the prone figure, turning it over to look at the face. It was no-one he recognised; a girl. Now he was touching her he could feel the Spring energy coming from her, and the stone around her neck, but something was off about it. He lifted her into his arms, his skinny boy-like body hiding his strength and his wings spread wide. “This is no longer your concern.” He said to the guards and took off into the sky again. The guards followed his path for a second before he disappeared from view and they returned to their patrols. William made a straight path back the way he had come and spotted the hole he had left in the castle upon his exit. It was smaller than it had been and William remembered Elyssa telling him that the Winter Castle was practically impossible to destroy thanks to its magical construction. He re-made the holes as he entered again and landed gently next to the dining table. The Winter Queen apparently still hadn’t arrived as Leona and Elyssa both came across to him as he walked to the table and placed the girl on it; she was still unconscious but the breath escaping her lips told them she was alive. Both Leona and Elyssa stepped forward and confirmed with a touch that the girl was of Spring. “But not quite…” Leona said as she circled the table until she was at the girl’s head and rested her hands gently either side of it. “There is definitely Fairy blood in her, but a million other things disturb it; like she was born of many races.” “That’s not possible, Leona.” Elyssa said. Leona looked up at William and he nodded; they knew who she was. “Jayden told us of a girl who had Spring blood in her but also had many others. Her name is Reason.” “Reason.” Elyssa mused; apparently Jayden had never told her of the girl. “Well, even if she is only partially of the Spring, a bit of our energy should awaken her.” “I’ll do it.” Leona said immediately and placed a hand on Reason’s chest. William, however, stepped forward and pulled it off. “No, the Queen can’t give her energy to a mixed-blood. Certainly not when she’s about to meet her Winter counterpart.” He took Leona’s place and put his own hand on Reason. “I’ll do it.” “Similar reasons apply to you, William.” Elyssa said as she walked over and shooed William away. “My energy, however, is perfectly suited.” She placed a hand on Reason’s shoulder and Spring magic filed the room as she gave the poor girl an energy boost.
  6. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Eleanor Pengallion - “Master!” Ellie exclaimed as Michael walked into her living quarters. She ran forward and wrapped her arms around him in a bear hug. “I’m not your master anymore, Ellie, you graduated remember?” Michael managed before Ellie released her grip. “You’ll always been my master, at least until I’m stronger than you.” She smiled and then looked Michael up and down. “You look…different, younger. It’s a little bit weird.” Michael smiled in return. “Well, I haven’t held a physical form for a number of years so I thought I’d mix it up a bit now I’m back. Not bad, eh?” He did a little spin and Ellie laughed. “What are you doing back anyway? I thought you were training your Elemental side?” Ellie asked, taking Michael by the hand and pushing him onto one of the Sofas where she joined him. “Indeed. My father has guided me well in that side of my life. However, I returned because I received a distress call from one of my friends.” Ellie looked at him quizzically but said nothing. “Arafel was the one who contacted me.” “Arafel!?” Ellie said, her eyes widening in surprise. “I haven’t heard anything about him since we left you after the war. What has he been doing? And why did he need help?” “A story for another time.” Michael said and stood up, gesturing Ellie to do the same. “But it was important and we may have encountered a problem if my suspicions are correct; Ariel should have confirmed it by now. Join me.” Ellie jumped to her feet and followed Michael as he headed out the door. As they exited, Zane came to a stop in front of them; clearly he had been about to enter the room. “Michael? I didn’t know you were here.” He said. Michael nodded. “I didn’t arrive that long ago. Since you’re here, Zane, would you please gather everyone else in the house, with the exception of Ariel, Arafel, and Misa, and take them to the main study.” Zane looked surprised at Arafel’s and Misa’s names but nodded and turned on his heel to head back to the main part of the building. Michael walked off with Ellie in tow and a couple of minutes they walked into the room with Ariel and Arafel. “…f that’s the case, I’ll need someone who knows their way around; this isn’t something you can just speak to.” Arafel was saying, pausing to look at Michael and Ellie as they entered. “Ellie, good to see you.” He said, tentatively ignoring her look at his condition. “Michael, thank you again for coming to my rescue, I owe you a big one.” Michael nodded. “That you do, Arafel. But we can talk about that another time. Ariel, what’s the deal?” Ariel turned to face him with her stoic expression replaced after her lapse with Arafel. “He remembers nothing from the last six months.” Arafel nodded with a frown. “But we think it may be self-inflicted.” “Arafel, what the hell happened?” Ellie butted in, recovering from her shock. “It’s a long story.” Arafel replied solemnly. “Too long for now; if you did this yourself, Arafel, how did you do it?” Michael interrupted. “If I did this to myself, I would trust only one way to ensure that my memories couldn’t be accessed by just anyone; I would have locked them away in a Time Vault.” Arafel said. “That sounds secure.” Michael said, rubbing his chin in thought. “If you did it so pretty much no-one can get it, how do we?” “Memories are funny things, in that they’re not actually things.” Michael nodded as Arafel explained. “It’s a weakness that I don’t tell people, obviously, but since they aren’t ‘things’ I can’t actually lock them away in the traditional sense. What I actually do is seal of the connections with my Time magic; the way to retrieve them would be to rebuild the bridges to the part of my memory that stored the last six months. I was telling Ariel as you walked in that I’ll need someone who knows their way around an abstract vision of my mind and be able to link the memories.” “Ok, a little more complicated than I first suspected but the gist of it is still the same. Ellie will build your bridges.” Ellie’s eyes widened in surprise. “Me!? What do I know about going into someone’s mind to manipulate memories?” “I’m with Ellie on this, Michael, is this something she can do?” Arafel added. “Are you sure, Michael?” Ariel put in from where she had been standing at the head of Arafel’s bed. Michael nodded. “Ellie’s original surname, as you know, is Wake. What you may not know is that her family was one where magical power was passed down through the female line; generations upon generations of witches learnt the power of the mind, literally.” At the mention of her family, Ellie’s face became stern as she prevented herself of thinking back to when it all ended, that feeling didn’t last long as Michael continued. “The reason you likely do not know of them was that when Ellie was young, I killed every single witch in her family.” Even Ariel couldn’t hold down her surprise at Michael’s statement; Arafel’s jaw would have hit the floor if it could have moved more than an inch due to the bandaging. Before either of them could say anything, however, Ellie piped up. “He did it with my blessing.” More surprised looks. “I don’t want to go into it, but living with my family as a young girl was hell. The only way I could cope was when I snuck out and met with Michael, who began teaching me the way of the flame. Of course, I found out that he was only there because he had a mission. When I found out what it was, I let him do it; I even gave him a way into the family house without causing a ruckus.” Michael nodded again. “The Wake Witches had become warped in their power to delve into people’s memories; the Mistress at the time, ‘Mistress’ being the title bestowed on the leader, was an old woman called Eveline Wake. Eveline was Ellie’s great grandmother and a woman who craved power in a world that favoured men.” “Eveline was a monster. Her way of teaching was to beat it into you until you were perfect.” Ellie added, now resting on the edge of another bed. “I was only young but the lessons had already started; my hell had already started.” “Admittedly I only befriended Ellie because of her family name, but she became quite proficient with the small flame magic I taught her and I grew attached. That, mixed with an innate need to preserve magic in all forms, meant I didn’t not include her in my cull.” Michael crossed his arms and looked at Ellie, whose eyes were still on the floor. “She knows the way of a mind.” “I only had a few lessons before you…involved yourself, Master, I could do major damage to Arafel’s mind.” Ellie said, finally looking up at Michael and then turning her gaze to Arafel. “I couldn’t anyone in that kind of danger.” “There will be no danger, Ellie.” Michael said and she turned to him. “Mind magic is only dangerous on entry and exit, while within a mind it is practically impossible to do any real damage. I will get you in, and I will pull you out, but only you can rebuild the bridges to Arafel’s memories; assuming they are broken at all.” “How will I know?” Ellie asked, masking her fear. She didn’t want to do this but she knew Michael had made up his mind. And he was technically right. “It will be clear once you are linked. As far as I know, there is no set image to a mind, but it will be an obvious distortion to everything around you. Come, take a seat.” Michael gestured to a chair that was next to Arafel’s bed. Ellie only hesitated for a second before standing and moving over to it to sit down. “Now both of you close your eyes, any visual prompts may interrupt the process.” Ellie did so but Arafel didn’t, instead looking to Ariel once before back to Michael. “The family that captured me, they are planning to attack here. For a second time according to Ariel, but this time all of them are coming.” “I will get Ariel to fill me in once you’re under, but you are forgetting an important factor.” Michael said, smiling at Arafel’s look of confusion. “I am here.” Arafel paused and then nodded, his return smile only half-hearted. “Now, eyes closed please.” He obeyed. “Ariel, once the both of them are under, I’ll leave you to watch over them until I return. Unfortunately you won’t know if something is wrong as it will all be happening in Arafel’s mind, but keep a keen eye out for anything.” “Of course.” Ariel said with a sniff. Ellie heard all this but kept her eyes closed as Michael had instructed, she instead focused on the minor teaching she had received as a child. Thinking back to that traumatic time was horrible, but she knew it was important that Arafel get his memories back; she just hoped she wasn’t doing this for nothing. As she concentrated she felt Michael’s magic roll over her and sensed the same was happening to Arafel. Nothing happened for a second and then it felt like someone and grabbed her by the collar and yanked her towards Arafel. Except, her body didn’t actually move but she felt like she was falling through water, tumbling into an abyss of unknown. The last thing she heard was Michael’s fading voice. “She’s in. Be careful, Ellie.” - The Boss - He was clad in all-black as was his preference; a black turtleneck, black cargo trousers, black combat boots. All this was accessorised with thin black leather gloves, a long black cloak that rested on his shoulders and a mask that covered his whole face. The mask was silver, reflected the light of the street lamps as they passed, with small crescent moons etched into the surface. His hair, a few inches in length, was black and was left wild. His eyes, piercing through the holes in the mask, were orange and seemed luminescent in the shade of his mask. The black Mercedes he was in, driven by one of his staff, rounded the final corner of the journey and pulled into the sidewalk. He scanned the sidewalk carefully before spotting what he had been looking for; a man on a bench who saw everything with hawk-like eyes. Touching the driver on the shoulder as thanks, he opened the door and exited onto the sidewalk; the moment the door clicked shut behind him, the car pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the traffic. He got a couple of strange looks from people walking past but not too many, this was America after all and stranger people and walked where he had. Ignoring the man on the bench, who had only glanced at him for a millisecond before focusing back on the rest of the people, he made his way down the street and a gentle stroll until he came face-to-face with a figure more than half-a-foot taller than him. The armoured individual looked down and then took a single step to the side to let him pass. With the air that he was in command, which he was, he walked into the building and proceeded upwards until he came to the door filled with his loyal soldiers. He didn’t knock, he didn’t need to, and walked into the room slowly. Everyone’s gaze slid from The Knight to him as the door swung shut behind him. “Raphael.” Malduiwel said and dropped to one knee, saluting him by pressing his closed fists against each other, knuckle-to-knuckle. No-one else knelt, but all saluted. After the salute, Seraph looked from Malduiwel to Raphael. “Ok, considering he isn’t a stain on the floor right now, what happened to codenames?” “There is no need.” Raphael said, his voice raspy but strong. “Our time in the shadows draws to a close now all the pieces are nearly in my grasp. The site is secure, Seraph?” Seraph nodded. “Yes, boss. Everything is set up to the instructions you gave, excluding the stones, of course.” From beside her, Samantha scowled but said nothing. “They are on route, on a cargo plane; I will meet them on-site soon. With the site secured and the Undead in my possession, the only key left is the She-Wolf. Samantha, you have that in hand, correct?” “Of course, boss. She should be captured very soon.” Samantha replied, any animosity towards Seraph completely gone now she talked to her leader. “Uh, just a small thing, boss.” Zennith said from his seat. Raphael looked at him and when he didn’t speak, the old man took it as a cue to continue. “Not that I’m questioning your method, of course, but does it need to be this particular werewolf? Would not any do?” “Sookie…” Raphael’s voice curled around the name. “…is of a rare species of Lycan that will provide the most potency for the ritual. Yes, there are others we could locate, but do you not think it poetic that it is she?” Zennith nodded with understanding in his eyes. “The She-Wolf’s link to the Undead may well speed up the process.” Zennith nodded again. Raphael’s eyes slid off the old man and onto the small boy next to him. “Have you convinced him to fight on my side?” Zennith frowned. “I’ve asked, of course, but Speedlings are not known to take sides in conflicts of the world; they say it holds no meaning to them. Axion persists he is simply curious about the whole thing.” “A pity. He would be useful.” Raphael said. “As soon as the Night falls, the Vaunik family will assault the Prideux Estate and kill those Winter Heroes present. And anyone else, for that matter.” “Even after their previous failure?” Samantha asked. Raphael turned his head towards her. “There will not be a third attempt. It has been assured that the whole family attends to ensure my will is carried out.” “And what of the Master Vampire?” Malduiwel asked. “Will he be…removed?” “If he is at the Estate, they will try. But I have something specific planned for that particular adversary. Now, report to your positions, I will attend the site to receive the stones.” Raphael turned on his heel and as he was about to exit he stopped and turned to look at Seraph. “Remember what I told you about the mask.” She nodded and then joined the salute the rest made as he exited completely. - Michael Sanderford – After linking Arafel and Ellie, Michael had allowed Ariel to fill him in on what he had missed in regards to recent events. Now caught up as much as he could be in a short amount of time, he was making his way to the main study where he had asked Zane to gather everyone who was not doing anything around the Estate. However, he heard a voice he recognised and when he stuck his head down a corridor he was passing, he spotted Sookie’s back through an open door. He changed routes and headed towards her, meeting Zane as he exited the room. “We’ve gathered here, Michael, Sookie didn’t want to leave her kids.” Zane said “Kids?” Michael questioned but waved away Zane’s answer. “Don’t worry, I’m about to find out.” With Zane on his heels, he entered the playroom and took stock of everyone there. Sookie, Willow, and Reason had already been in the room when Zane had come to collect them and they had now been joined by Liz, Elijah, and Jinkama. With Michael and Zane, this made a total of eight of them. Michael then lowered his gaze to the gaggle of young children that had been running around Sookie moments before but now stared up at him. “Well, fuck me, look who it is.” Sookie said “Zane was telling the truth then.” Zane raised an eyebrow at her and then moved to the back of the room where Michael could speak to all of them at once. “Yes, I have returned. Liz, how is Misa?” “Recovering. She’s feeding in the dungeon right now.” Liz replied. “Elijah will retrieve her in an hour or so, once she’s back in her right mind.” “Misa is here as well?” Sookie added. “This is like some fucking reunion or some shit.” “Arafel is also in attendance; he is with Ellie and Ariel attempted to fix something right now. But what I have come here for is to prepare you. The family that attacked you before, Willow’s family, they are going to return; apparently this time all of them will come.” Willow’s face darkened. “They are dangerous, especially if all of them are coming.” “Yes they are, but fortunately, you have me this time. Since the old Prideux family protections are not reliable, we’ll need to post watchers to see them coming. We’ll create an extended circle around the building and as soon as you see one of them, you smash this.” He raised his hand and 8 balls of fire formed before changing into eggs. “When one of these is smashed, the others will break and form and arrow in the location of the smashed. Sound like a plan?” “It’s a stupid plan, we’ll never see them coming. I can move in and out of buildings crammed with supernatural creatures and not one of them will notice me; my older siblings and parents are better.” “So, do you have a better plan, Ms Willow?”
  7. - Ryuzaki - The tree he was perched in was thick with leaves and thus hid him well from the para-military style soldiers that patrolled nearby. Ryuzaki recognised the uniforms, although they seemed more modern than ones he had seen previously, as those worn by OSSUM. He should have guessed they’d be involved with an island being built to house the supernatural; they practically hunted them. None of them noticed him though, so he continued his silent watch. It had taken an hour of walking before Ryuzaki had come across any kind of structure beyond trees and bushes. He had come across the chain-link fence topped with barbed wire and had easily cleared it. A minute later, the foliage cleared out to reveal three buildings of various sizes. One was about the size of a house with a number of satellites coming off it and wires covering most of the walls. The second was a single story building that was thin but long, while the last building appeared to be a single concrete hut about 6 feet by 6 feet. Since he had been watching, Ryuzaki had not seen one person enter the concrete hut and was beginning to wonder what it was. He guessed some kind of underground entrance but he wouldn’t be able to take a look, the door looked heavy duty even to his enhanced strength. The long building was constructed of less sturdy materials but held no windows and sported only a single door locked by a keypad. Ryuzaki could probably gain easy access but not covertly so he turned his attentions to the larger building. The satellites and cabling told Ryuzaki it was some kind of communications building. He thought Ryuk might be wondering about him by now but the only form of contact he had with him was his Order mobile phone. Something about the island put him off using it though; Order communications were heavily encrypted but if it was the only foreign transmission on a secure network, it would surely be noticed. But if he could get into the communications building, he could piggy-pack their transmissions and get a message across without drawing attention. With his plan made, Ryuzaki gripped his cane tightly in his hand and got into a position primed for jumping. The single moving patrol was coming up on his position and he had to time it just right to ensure no-one spotted him. Using his enhanced senses, Ryuzaki was certain he had mapped out every sentry and guard so getting into the building wouldn’t be too difficult for him. The six man patrol passed under him and Ryuzaki suddenly burst forward with intense speed. Silently he landed alongside the thin, single-door building and pressed himself against the wall. He picked up no unusual movement and so moved along the wall until he reached the far corner. Allowing only a sliver of his head to show, Ryuzaki peaked around the corner and saw what he had seen from his spotting position in the tree. A single guard stood with his back to a small side-door to the communications building. Ryuzaki moved his gaze up and watched the guard who was stood atop the building, nearly directly above the ground level door guard, and watched him carefully. The guard was in an open-sided shack that was mounted on top of the building, giving him a near-360 degrees look. However, seeing as he was only human, he was turning at set intervals to ensure he was looking at all directions. Ryuzaki would have to time that with his next move to ensure he wasn’t spotted. Personnel must be low. He thought as he watched. It is probably because these islands are so new…or they are holding back for some reason. He pushed that thought aside and reached into his jacket, pulling free a small silk bag. Ryuzaki reached into the bag and withdrew a small pebble, seemingly innocuous. He replaced the bag in the pocket and held the stone in his closed right hand. Leaning out to see the tower guard again, he counted down and then ran his nails across the wall beside him. It noise made was quiet, as Ryuzaki planned, but just loud enough for the door guard to hear. He lifted his weapon slightly and turned his head as though trying to listen out. Ryuzaki scratched again, this time letting each individual nail scratch at a different pace. To the guard, it sounded like an animal scratching away at something. The guard in question moved forward slowly, slightly slower than Ryuzaki had guessed, and Ryuzaki readied himself. His plan was a simple one. As the guard rounded the corner, Ryuzaki would flip up onto the roof of the building; it was long and mostly flat and so perfect to lie down on. The only problem was that it was in full view of the tower guard when he was looking in the direction. If the door guard moved quickly enough, Ryuzaki could hide on the roof as he passed and then drop down behind him before the tower guard rotated to the direction he needed to be to notice someone on the roof. With the door guard moving slower than planned, Ryuzaki was going to cut it very close. The door guard moved to step around the corner and in a blur, Ryuzaki jumped and rolled onto the roof, pressing himself down as far as he could. As predicted, the guard paused and simply looked around to see if an animal was indeed within the perimeter. So Ryuzaki moved his right hand and threw the small pebble he had drawn over the guards head where it landed in a small bush, rustling its foliage. “For god’s sake.” The guard muttered. Ryuzaki guessed that they had been told to investigate any noises, regardless of how small. The door guard thought it was an animal and was no annoyed that he would have to go and investigate. As he walked towards the bush, Ryuzaki dropped silently behind him. For a second he considered killing the man, but hiding his body in such a base would be a pain, so he simply turned and looked back at the tower guard who was just turning away; slightly faster than his previous pattern, not that Ryuzaki was complaining. With the timing sorted, Ryuzaki quickly dashed towards the door and stopped with has hand resting on the handle. He listened intently but nothing except the humming of electricity stood out. Ryuzaki opened the door and slid through the smallest gap possible before shutting it behind him; he was mildly surprised it was not locked. Inside the door was not what he had been expecting. It was a small room with the walls lined with what accumulated to a supercomputer. The wires ran up to the roof and then inwards before dropping down into a cage that was the same dimensions of the room minus about three feet. Inside the cage was a single podium with a laptop sat on top of it, all the wires plugged into the floor and a single wire about an inch thick rose up the back of the podium and was inserted into the laptop. Ryuzaki recognised the set up; a Faraday Cage. What it was doing around a lone laptop instead of the supercomputer around it, he couldn’t guess. When he had entered the room and realised there was no other exit, he had thought he would have to exit and find a better entrance, but this was far more interesting. Ryuzaki walked forward slowly, keeping his senses peeled for any kind of ambush, and reached the cage door unimpeded. It wasn’t locked, it couldn’t be judging by the fact the only thing holding it closed was a small hook, so Ryuzaki entered it; ensuring he closed the door behind him to maintain the anti-field. The laptop looked to be nothing special; it looked like a retail item. Ryuzaki opened it slowly and the screen kicked into life, showing a rotating symbol Ryuzaki recognised as OSSUM’s. He ran his little finger across the mouse pad and the symbol disappeared to reveal a black screen with mounds of text on it. Scanning it quickly, Ryuzaki recognised it as advanced coding. He ignored it for now as he shrunk the screen down and found what he was looking for; communications information. He scanned through it all quickly and memorised it to save him having to come back to the screen when he was done. He opened up what appeared to be some kind of network connection and several minutes later his message was sent. LOCATED INTERESTING COMPUTER. SEARCHING IT NOW. UNDERGROUND COMPLEX LIKELY. WILL FIND WAY IN TO INVESTIGATE. Ryuzaki had sent the message using a wireless signal the house was sending out, it would come across on Ryuk’s Order phone in a complex code. The code was something they used often when sending messages to each other because only they, and a few others, knew how to decipher it. With that done, Ryuzaki turned his attention back to what the laptop was doing and why it needed a supercomputer plugged into it. However, before he could get stuck in, a noise sounded from the doorway; the sound of a body hitting the floor. - Sophia Nurnhurst - Sophia’s island turned out to be much smaller than she had been expecting. Sticking to a brisk pace, it had only taken her a couple of hours to circle it completely and end up back where she started; the face she drawn into the sand was still there on her return. The perimeter of the island had held nothing of interest, and so now she planned to make her way towards the centre of the island. Given its size, Sophia figured it to be some kind of stockpile location. Unfortunately, nothing matched the description Raphael had mentioned in his letter which probably meant she was on the wrong island; she would have to carry out his mission at a later time. She shrugged to herself, there was nothing to do if she was in the wrong place, and started directly inwards, away from the sea. The outer edge of the island had mostly been sand with perhaps a notion of rocks underneath, but as Sophia skipped forwards, she had to resort to walking with all the trees and roots that stuck out of the ground. She actually thought there were no actual paths since the trees were so close together and she was practically climbing over them to get any progress. Suddenly, her boot hit something metal and she nearly tripped over, having to grab wildly at a nearby branch to prevent herself from doing so. “Whoopsies.” Once she was steady, she turned to look at what she had tripped over and frowned beneath her mask. “Well, someone has watched too much Lost.” A metal hatch was sat in a patch where the roots of the trees seemed to not want to touch. There was a large handle on the right hand side of it and a small circular window at its centre. Sophia crouched down on top of it and looked down into the window; only darkness stood behind the glass. She stepped off it and gave the handle an experimental pull expecting it to stick firmly. Her guess was right as it didn’t even yield a millimetre. With a smile on her face of flesh, the mask cracked into a facsimile of anger; her cloths grew tight, stretched to their limit as the muscles beneath began to bulge. Sophia ignored the burning pain that spread across her face and instead gave the door a hard, sharp tug. The metal strained against its holding but didn’t open, so she did it again, harder, and something snapped allowing her to pull the door free and throw it into the air behind her. It smashed through one tree and came to a stop embedded in a second. Sophia giggled as her muscles shrunk, her clothes became loose once more, and her angry mask returned to its placid expression. With the door gone, a little bit of moonlight shone down into the passage and revealed a metal ladder on one side. Sophia broke a bit of branch from one of the trees and dropped it down the whole, bending her head to angle an ear at it. A couple of seconds later a sound echoed up and Sophia nodded. Without further hesitation, she climbed onto the ladder and quickly descended. Once her feet were firmly planted on the floor, she looked around but was still shrouded in darkness so started groping along the wall. Soon enough her hand ran across a switch and fluorescent lights flickered to life above her. The light revealed what appeared to be a single room, about 20 feet squared, with five large circular stones at its centre. “Yippee!” she exclaimed and walked forward to run her hand across one of the stones, fascinated by the fact she felt absolutely no resistance, like she was running her hand across nothing. “He’ll be so pleased with me!” - Raphael Ginta - “So, Sister, how do you like it here?” Raphael spoke from his stone throne, fastened out of the rock wall as the whole of his home village was. Sisi giggled at Raphael’s codename for her but couldn’t stop the grin that ran ear-to-ear. “I love it!” “Good.” Raphael said. He stood up and walked across to the young girl, clasping his hands behind his back above his cloak. “Now you are settled in, do you care to help me?” Although it was phrased as a question, the tone behind it made it very clear that he wasn’t really asking; not that Sisi recognised such a tone. Her nod was enthusiastic as she ran across to a stone table that had a large world map resting on it. It was of much better quality than the one she owned in her own home and a number of scribbles in red pen was visible. “Who is it?” she said as Raphael produced a photo of a man half turned away from the camera, clearly unaware his picture pas being taken. “A bad man. I intend to stop him.” Raphael, re-clasping his hands behind his back. Sisi paused and then turned her gaze from the photo to the map. Her eyes lit up with the familiar white energy and the points appeared on the map. When Raphael saw where the man was located, his mask hid his look of surprise.
  8. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Arafel - He didn’t know how long it had been since he had sent his message in the hopes that it would reach Michael, but Arafel was beginning to wonder whether he had actually received it. The burn on his arm still felt red hot and the pain the man called Caine had subjected him to still pounded strong in his head. Combining that with the aches and pains he had suffered over his days of torture and Arafel felt like he would meet his end at any minute. Normally in such a situation he would use his Time magic to heal himself but he had none currently in his system. Arafel attempted to pull out of his bonds again, the leather straps that kept him firmly in the chair, but as with his previous attempts they didn’t yield. Not that he had much physical strength at the moment. He gave up quickly and settled back into the chair, turning his head slightly to aim his ear at the door he was pretty sure was in front of him. Since his face had been beaten and his eyes swollen shut, Arafel had been listening carefully to anything that might indicate someone was approaching. He had heard nothing since Caine had left but now he thought he may have heard something else; something akin to a scream perhaps. When the scream ended, Arafel became suddenly aware of another presence in the room. Someone was very close to him. He tried to say something but he couldn’t manage a sound. - Michael Sanderford - It didn’t actually matter where in his father’s realm Michael was in order to exit into the right part of the human world, but apparently the low level servant elemental had used most of its energy getting into that part of the realm; so it was that Michael had followed it to one of the lesser controlled areas where not as much energy was needed to cross the borders. After delivering Arafel’s message of need, the elemental wanted to lead Michael directly to the Time mage; apparently it had taken a liking to him for some reason. However, now they were at a place where they could cross together, Michael sensed something was awry on the human side. He ushered the elemental to wait and sent a few feelers through the barrier. As he had suspected, Michael had sensed a protective barrier around the location Arafel was being held at. It was formed similarly to the Prideux Estate but was by no means anywhere near as potent. He considered his approach carefully. It would not take much effort on his part to simply burn his way through the barrier. However, that would alert the occupants to his presence and if they knew who Arafel was, it wouldn’t take a huge leap to guess who was approaching them in a fury of flames and thus they might react negatively. Michael struck that idea of the list and moved to the second one; he could weave his way through the barrier as it had done to the Prideux barrier when he’d first announced himself to Ryuzaki’s crew. This was appealing but then a thought occurred to him. Now he was trained in the art of the elementals he had a much easier way of entering the property. With that in mind, he moved his exit point until he felt he was out of the protective barrier and stepped through into the human world. Michael appeared in a forest that he immediately thought was artificial; the trees were exactly spaced and seemed to be exact copies of each other. The grass was long and wild and directly in front of him was a large brick wall topped with a metal fence which in turn was topped with deadly looking razor wire. Apparently the owners of wherever Arafel was held had built a physical wall to mark where their magical one ended. Since Michael was still in his flame form, his new elemental servant friend hovering beside him, he floated upwards and saw the artificial forest extended into the property for a few metres before opening into a vast clearing that housed a rather large mansion at its centre. Michael floated back down, ensuring not to burn the grass beneath him, and started reconstructing his human body. He started with his feet, the flames forming into a pair of heavy black boots of thick leather, and then continued up his body like he was being printed. Michael ended up with his black boots, a pair of black leather trousers, and a short-sleeved black shirt with the collar open. His hair was long, hanging freely around his face, and was black with the exception of the hair-tips that glowed white hot. His eyes were not human, instead they were seemingly endless pits of writhing flame, spinning and rotating in every direction. Michael held up his hand and a pair of mirrored sunglasses appeared and he placed them over his eyes, ensuring his hair was not trapped in the frames. With his arm in front of him he considered them too bare for his liking and so with a thought, leather bands appeared around his wrists and then three beaded bracelets appeared on his right wrist while a metal ring appeared on his left. With that done, he held out his hand and the servant elemental settled on it for a second before it slowly sunk into the flesh; Michael absorbed it and stored it safely within his body, he didn’t want it to cause any trouble while he was infiltrating the house. Michael then focused his senses and sent them out to the house in front of him. He started on the left and swept slowly across the entire length of the building; there were four entry points he could choose from. With that sweep done, he changed to a different sensor and did the same thing again, this time trying to pick up anything from Arafel. A very minute spike showed slightly to the right of the centre of the building and Michael guessed the Time mage was being held underground. The closest entry point was about 4 floors too high, so unfortunately he would have to move through the house. Without a better choice, Michael focused his mind and aimed his energy at his chosen doorway. Inside the house, in a room set out like a library but much smaller and personal, a maid was collecting the remains of a meal when the low flame in the fireplace suddenly raged as if gasoline had been thrown on it and spewed out into the room. The maid scrambled away from the flame as it suddenly curved in mid-air and then formed into a man. Michael looked around and then his eyes fell on the maid who was looking at him with a look of surprise. “Pardon me, but you couldn’t point me in the direction of your prisoner could you? Young man, master of Time? No?” The maid jumped to her feet and in a surprising move, her hands blurred and Michael found four deadly knives flying in his direction. He frowned, but as the knives came within a couple of inches of his body a red membrane lit up and the blades evaporated into gas. “That was surprising.” He said and before the maid could do anything else, he lowered his glasses to reveal his eyes and she burst into flame before being reduced to ashes. “Even the maids want to kill you here apparently.” Michael muttered to himself as he exited the library room and came out in a long hallway lined with wooden doors. As he was considering which way to go, ultimately his aim was to go down, a man dressed in a black suit stepped out of a room nearby. When he saw Michael stood there, he froze for a second before reaching into his jacket and pulling a pistol out. Michael raised his hand and suddenly the metal of the gun superheated and the man cried out as he dropped the weapon to the floor. While he cradled his hand in pain, Michael walked up to him and gently rested a hand on his chest before pushing him against the wall. “You saw what I did to your gun from afar, imagine what I could do if I’m touching you?” he said with a small smile. Fear crossed the man’s face. “Good, now, I need to get to the dungeon. You are holding a friend of mine.” “I’m sorry, I’m not prison staff, I don’t know anything about that.” The man said quickly, clearly hoping he wouldn’t be killed if he told Michael all he knew. “But Travis is, he’s in the kitchen one floor down.” “Thank you.” Michael said before his hand glowed red and the man joined the maid as ash. “To the kitchen’s then.” As he proceeded a floor down to where the guard had said the kitchen was, Michael couldn’t help but notice the severe lack of people; not just guards, but anyone at all. It concerned him but he pushed it out of his mind as he stepped into the kitchen and found a pair of men at a table drinking coffee. Both were in suits, sans jacket, and had their sleeves rolled up; one of the pair was covered in blood. When they saw Michael stood in the doorway they jumped to their feet and pulled their pistols. As before Michael raised his hand and the two yelped as their guns burned them. Unlike the last one however, they both pulled long knives from their belts and charged forwards. Michael guessed the bloodied one was the one in question so he sent a light flame wave at him that sent him flying backwards into the table he had gotten up from. The second guard got close enough and aimed to slice Michael’s throat with the serrated blade. As with the throwing knives from earlier, when the blade came within a couple of inches to cut into his neck, his membrane lit up and the blade that entered it apparently disappeared. The guard looked at the knife in surprise and Michael too the opportunity to pierce his chest with a beam of white hot fire. The bloody guard was back on his feet but he didn’t approach, instead he looked at Michael warily. “Ok, let’s just say that if you attack me you die.” Michael said. “Judging by the blood on your shirt, a pain to get out by the way, you’ve had some dealing with a particular uncooperative individual lately. Perhaps someone adept in the art of time?” At the mention of time, the guard perked up and Michael smiled. “So it is you, good. I just need to know where he is.” “I’m not telling you anything.” His voice sported and Eastern-European accent but Michael didn’t pay it any mind as he approached slowly. “I’m not going to ask again.” Michael said, the joviality that had been in his voice previously completely gone. While he walked, he sent out another probe and stopped when he felt the spike stronger. A smile returned to his face. “What?” The guard asked. “He doesn’t happen to be directly below us, does he?” the guard’s eyes widened and he glanced down. “Say, 3 floors?” the man looked up and Michael took his look to be confirmation. “Thank you.” He said and whipped his hand forward sending off a tendril of flame that wrapped around the man and he managed a scream before he burnt. Michael frowned. “Oh well, I don’t plan to be here much longer.” Using the energy spike as a location, Michael picked a spot a couple of feet away and drew a circle big enough for him with a little extra space. It lit up with a ring of fire and Michael took up position at its centre, stranding straight. He clicked his fingers and the circle shot downwards, slicing through the floor like it was butter. The circle of stone Michael was now stood on started to fall and a couple seconds later he was stood on three discs of stone in what was clearly a dungeon. In front of him was a chair with a figure strapped to it but blocking Michael’s view was another figure that was leaning dangerously close to the prisoner’s neck. Apparently whoever it was wasn’t paying attention as Michael leapt forward and summoned a sphere of flame in his right hand. When he was close enough, he held the sphere to the ribs of the encroaching figure at it exploded with enough force to send it flying into the far wall. Michael stepped up to Arafel and placed his hands on his shoulders. “Arafel, can you hear me?” The wounds on the young man was extensive and if Michael couldn’t see his chest rising and falling, he might have thought him dead. “Arafel?” The figure that Michael had sent flying struggled to its feet and Michael turned to find he recognised her. “Miss Misa?” he questioned just as the door exploded inwards and six armed men entered the room. “Stop right there!” One of them shouted but Michael’s body suddenly alit with raging flames. The guards open fired but the bullets simply hissed away as they got close to him. “Burn.” He said and a wave of his flame rolled forward and engulfed the men who screamed as they burnt. Michael had deliberately made it slow so that they didn’t become ash straight away. They continued to scream as Michael turned back to Arafel. “Hey, you still alive?” A rasping breath escaped the man and Michael thought he saw a smile. “I…hoped you…got my…message.” “Indeed, your elemental flame was rather insistent. You can reunite later, for now, let’s get you out of here.” Michael said and replaced his hand on Arafel’s hand. Then he remembered Misa. “Oh, give me a second.” He walked over to the woman and as he stopped in front of her she lunged forward and latched her teeth onto his shoulder. “Oh, you’re blood deprived.” Michael said as Misa pulled away with a scream and spat what appeared to be liquid fire to the floor. “I’m not exactly viable as a food source, Misa. Come now.” Michael grabbed her upper arm in a firm grip and pulled her across to Arafel. When she lunged at him, Michael pulled her away. “Behave, I’ll feed you back at the tower.” With that, he placed a hand on Arafel and looked up to the hole he had created to enter the prison. “Well, it’s not like I have to be discreet now.” He said and he engulfed both himself, Arafel, and Misa in a circular flame before shooting upwards like a bullet, smashing through the building like it was made of glass. They shot into the sky like a flare and once they had pierced through the protective barrier, Michael aimed the ball of flame towards his Tower. As they flew, he gave the elemental servant a new message and fired him towards the Prideux Estate explaining what he was doing. - Axion - Axion’s boy-form removed his hand from Zennith as the old man placed a hand on the small of his back and complained that the pain always intensified whenever Axion took him anywhere. Axion was currently dark skinned and sported brown eyes and ruffled black hair. He was wearing a pair of denim dungarees over a black t-shirt and white trainers. As was always the case when he travelled with Zennith, he had taken him just outside the location he had asked for. “Thank you, Axion. Now, shall we go and get things ready.” Zennith was an old man with a completely bald head but wielding a magnificent white beard that hung to his chest. He looked like someone’s grandpa with his beige chinos, red jumper, and a blue collared t-shirt underneath. His shoes were sensible, brown in colour, and he walked with a wooden cane in his left hand. The street the two of them were on was busy, despite the more industrial nature of the location, but Zennith paid it no mind as he starting making his way to the corner of the block. Axion followed, using his short stature to nimble step between the legs of the pedestrians that passed by. Together, they reached the corner and would normally cross the street to reach the building they had been heading for in the first place. This time, however, Zennith stopped and gestured to the building with his cane. “Someone is in there.” He said and Axion followed the line-of-sight the cane indicated and saw one of the windows of their building was lit up with harsh LED lighting. “Would you check it out?” Axion didn’t move and just turned his head to look up at Zennith who, after a couple of seconds of nothing, turned to face him with a look of realisation. “Oh my apologies, dear boy, here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out gold-wrapped piece of toffee. Axion took the piece, tore the wrapper off quickly and popped the toffee into his mouth. Then, he changed his perspective. The world stuttered to a stop around him. People no longer walked, cars no longer drove, birds no longer flew; they all stopped in their tracks. Zennith had frozen with his hand half in his pocket, probably pulling a toffee out for himself. With everyone stuck in their positions, Axion headed across the street, weaving between cars and people. Axion’s small stature made it easy to step between people and he did so until he was stood at the base of the building Zennith had pointed out. He didn’t head for the door, instead he simply stepped onto the outer wall and began to walk up it. He zig-zagged around the windows until he was below the lit up one and stepped through the glass. The window didn’t break as Axion passed through it, it was as if it didn’t exist for him. The room he had entered was clearly some kind of hideout as it was filled with unmarked crates, maps were pinned to the walls, tables were set out with various equipment, and there were miss-matched dining chairs set around a low coffee table. Sat in one of these chairs was a girl. She looked to be eighteen years of age with an athletic body and hard muscles. The left side of her head has been shaved to a buzz cut and was brown, while the rest of her chin-length hair had been pulled to the right and its tips were a shocking pink; her left eye was green while the right was hidden beneath her hair but presumably matched. A white mask was perched on left side of her head. She was wearing a black crop top that showed her pierced belly button, a long sleeved denim jacket, tight white trousers, and brown boots with loose laces. A harness around her waist held two short-swords and two six-shooters while a deadly looking naginata rested on her shoulders, supported by her hands resting on it. Axion did not recognise her, he would definitely have recognised her stern expression, and when he walked over to the door he found it had not been forced or anything. He walked back across to the girl and pulled both her swords and pistols free, laying them by the door and then removed her naginata and placed it next to them. This left the girl sat in a very strange position with her arms held up and crooked with her wrists bent forward limply. With that done, Axion exited through the window again and made his way back down to Zennith. He crouched down behind the old man and put his head between his legs, lifting him up onto his shoulders like he weighed nothing at all. Axion then carried the man to their building but this time entered through the door and up the stairs. They reached the door to the hideout and Axion unlocked the door with a key from Zennith’s pocket, putting it back afterwards, and entered the room to place Zennith down in front of where he had placed the girl’s weapons. When he was happy both of Zennith’s feet were on the floor and the door was closed behind him, Axion looked again. The world moved again and the girl jerked backwards, tipping her chair over and dumping her on the floor with a yelp. As this happened, Zennith groaned and rubbed his back again. “Warn me next time, would you?” he said to Axion as the boy stood next to him. The old man looked around and then at the girl as she scrambled to her feet with a thunderous look on her face. “Would you control your pet, old man!” she said, pointing aggressively at Axion who simply looked at her with a bland expression. “He is not a pet, girl, and he is far above us in existence so watch what you say.” Zennith replied calmly before shuffling to a chair and taking a seat. “What are you doing here anyway, Seraph? I thought you had a job to do in London.” Seraph, the girl in question, stomped over to her weapons and picked them up in one go before moving back to the table and placing them there. “Unlike you, I get my jobs done quickly.” She said angrily as she carefully picked up the short-swords and carefully replacing them in their scabbards at the back of her waist; she missed the first two times but managed to get them in on the third. She followed this by slipping the pistols into their holsters and then grasping her naginata. As soon as it was in her hand properly, she turned on Axion and levelled it at him. “I should skewer you where you stand!” Axion didn’t say anything but Zennith chipped in for him. “Like you could. Anyway, did you receive a new mission?” Seraph kept her angry stare on Axion for a couple of seconds before pulling the naginata up and resting the shaft on her shoulder and turning to face Zennith. “Malduiwel told me to come here, apparently he’s dropping by.” “My, my, that is rare.” Zennith replied. “When is he due?” “Now.” A male voice said as its owned closed the door quietly behind him. “The boss is visiting.” At those four simple words, both Zennith and Seraph looked at him in surprise. Axion simply walked across the room and stood beside Zennith’s chair.
  9. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    On behalf of AnimeFreak -----Caine----- He took inventory of his supplies--strapped to his body were about fifteen kunai knives, one large combat knife, and in a pouch clipped to his belt he had almost twenty tiny shuriken. He put on his large black coat. In his coat were various other weapons hidden. Young Melanie had run off to find her mother, and he was still looking for her twin brother, Brink. Upon walking into Brink’s bedroom, he found him. The boy had been severely disciplined for his disgusting failure before, “Have you learned your lesson, Son?” He wouldn't make eye contact, “Yes, Father.” “Would you like to redeem yourself?” “Yes, Father.” Again, no eye contact, staring at the floor. “Good, then go find your grandmother and meet us at the patio; we’ll be punishing your older sister.” -----Willow----- She was looking for Jinkama, but instead found Elijah, Zane, and Ellie. They filled her in on Brazil and that being the suspected base of operations for these Crescent Moon folk. “Well, I suppose I should fill you in on what I found then.” Ellie cut her off though, “We should get everyone together in the conference room. We all need to be on the same page and whatnot.” Willow nodded her head in aggreement, Elijah turned to her and said, “Jinkama is also out of surgery if you want to see him, Willow.” She brushed Elijah off, “He’ll be fine, I'm sure.” Shrugging she said, “I'm a bit pissed at him for getting his ass handed to him so quickly by my brother.” Elijah couldnt help but burst in laugher, Ellie's eyes widened at willow’s callous, and Zane had to turn away to conceal his smile, “Ill see him when I see him.” -----In Marseille, at the aftermath of Willow's battle----- “Yes, Boss,” he answered his phone with a peeved tone, “Uh huh, uh huh, got it, yes, alright Ill call you back.” He hung up the phone, annoyed, and lit a cigarette. His clothes were ripped but that was about it. Willow, he assessed, was a serious push over. “All I gotta’ fuckin’ do is not let her get the first move. Fuckin’ mook.” He took out a cloth and wiped down his sword, a few men entered the room. “Bridger,” he was sweaty and out of breath, “we just got a call, they know about Brazil. Also that family is moving.” “Shit,” he said standing up, his knees popping and cracking, “well couldn't be helped I guess.” He reached behind himself and resheathed his swords. “I haven't decided yet where I'll be going, either Brazil or to the Prideux estate, either.” He walked down the stairs and through the bar, despite the assassinated bouncer it was business as usual--a new bouncer taking his place. Eight people stood up as he came down and followed him. They were varying in height, size, body structure, and skin color. Three were female and five were male. They stepped outside and continued down the street walking in silence. When he was sure no one was following him, he pulled out his phone and pushed the first number he had saved to speed dial. -----Caine----- He was standing outside on the marble patio, his entire fighting force, his entire family, around him. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered, “And whom may I have the pleasure of speaking with? The Hawk? The Shield? The Mind?” “Shut up,” he said, the façade of his accident now gone, “you know you'll only ever speak with The Mind.” “What do you need? I'm speaking with my family on how to best kill the vermin we've been tasked with.” “I fought with your daughter, she was mediocre at best.” The man laughed on the other end of the phone, “had I had chosen to have one other body there she would be dead.” “Ahhh,” Caine said smiling, “but then you would be dead.” Caine closed his phone and broke it in his hand easily, he turned back to his Mother and was blunt, “You have one. Single. Job.” He wasn't surprised that they couldn't do it by themselves last time, but he was still irritated, “Literally one job. These wards are pesky, yes, but now that you've seen them-- “Hush, boy, I already have a counter spell ready for there entire ward matrix. I was up the last three nights doing it.” “Well Mother I wish you would have just don't that from the start. Honestly, winging something so delicate as that? Your specialty is always anti-magic. Understand that.” Caine turned to everybody then, except for his eldest son who was nowhere to be found. He knew his son though, he'd be there soon, “Remember your place, I shouldn't even be needing to say this. I will oversee and interveen if necessary. We need to eliminate them before the Master Vampire returns from his hiatus, and then strike Ryuzaki as one cohesive unit.” -----The Mind----- It was a military prototype, back before the collapse of the world and what became known as the War of Winter. It could travel at three times the speed of sound, carry a nuclear pay load, and fit up to fifteen people. Due to degraded capability, it could now only travel the speed of sound and there also weren't really any nuclear payloads to deliver. Besides him, many people considered him a weapon of mass destruction. It didn't take him long to approach South America. He slowed the plane down and approached for a vertical landing, one of the most useful features of his jet. He hoped to get there before the others left, but it appeared as though he just missed them. “No matter,” he said stepping into the large facility they used as their capital for operations for this particular continent. “I'll just meet them in Chicago. I just need to drop something off anyways.” She was wearing a pair of lightweight boots, cargo pants, and a tight Kevlar vest. Underneath the best she had on a tank top. A purple bandanna held back her long black hair
  10. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Zane Pengallion - Zane stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, a frown on his face. Today he had chosen a white three-piece suit with red shirt and black tie; he had taken his jacket off for the interrogation and rolled his sleeves up though. In the days of trying to get information out of the girl he had captured, Zane had left any talking to Elijah so far. Not that they had done much talking until there last session. He had been genuinely surprised when neither Liz nor Ellie could infiltrate her mind through their magic; it meant the protection her mind was top notch. This meant that they’d had to resort to physical torture, waterboarding being their most recent choice. “I don’t want to give up.” Zane said in response to Elijah’s thought. “She knows something; I can see it in her eyes. But short of starting to cut limbs off, we’re running out of things we can threaten her with.” Elijah looked at him as if to say cutting off limbs wasn’t an option. Zane smiled. “I wasn’t suggesting we do that. But I have got an idea, come on.” He turned and walked off, Elijah in tow, heading down towards the cell the girl was in. Zane didn’t pause and walked straight into the room, allowing Elijah to close the door behind them. The girl opened her eyes from where she had been resting her head against the back of the table she was strapped to and glared at Zane. Her face had returned to its normal colour after her previous ordeal but her eyes were still partially puffy. Neither of the men said anything as Zane walked past her and grabbed a wheeled table that had been pushed against the wall; as he pulled it into view, the girl saw it had many small weapons laying on it as well as her blazer she had been wearing previously. Zane started with that as he picked it up and held it in front of her. “This is good stuff.” He ran his hand along the outside and nodded. “Feels like felt, but will protect you from pretty much anything ranging from swords to artillery shells; I’d love to know where you got it from.” The girl just looked at him and Zane placed it back on the table. “Perhaps another time then.” Zane then started to run his hand over the many weapons, picking a few up here and then. There were thin needles, circular throwing stars, small knives, even a pair of hatchets; it had been everything they had found on her person. Zane picked up her kusarigama and lazily spun it around him. “I’ve never used one of these before. I’ve always wondered how people manage to get the chain to do whatever they wanted.” He glanced at the girl but she still said nothing so he stopped the weapon and placed it back on the table before moving across and standing next to her. “You know, I was thinking about using your own weapons to torture you further in ways that would cause you the greatest pain.” He spoke somewhat jovially, but a deadly undertone could be heard. “But I have a feeling you could outlast anything I could do to you with them. So I’ve got a better idea.” He reached into his collar and pulled out a thin silver chain that ended with an angled crystal of a dark blue. “A link to my better half.” He said and then squeezed the crystal gently. It lit up for a second and then the light disappeared and Zane replaced the necklace below his shirt. “So while we wait, how about telling me what the inside of my vault was like? I’ve never put a living thing that could talk in there before.” - Jinkama - Jinkama felt the faint chill coming from the wood beneath his chest but he ignored it, instead focusing on Ariel as she chanted away beside him. He had been surprised upon waking up from his encounter to find that nothing appeared to be wrong with him. Ellie had had to explain about the wires in his spine and how they could cause irreparable damage if they weren’t removed carefully. At first he had been stubborn and refused the help Ariel had offered, instead deciding to find out where Willow had run off to. However, under the combined efforts of Ellie, Liz, Elijah, and Zane he was convinced to remain and let Ariel fix him. So here he was in a tower of the Prideux Estate, Ellie and Liz maintaining the circle around him while Ariel spoke in her strange language. He had been lying there for a long while now and had long since passed into boredom; if he had been able to, he probably would have gotten up and walked away. Suddenly the energy around him rushed away quickly and Jinkama felt four lines of pain run down his back. He cried out as the wires pulled themselves free of his spine, straight through his skin and landed on the floor next to him. “Son of a bitch!” He could feel the blood from the wounds seeping down his back but didn’t move as Ellie came up and knelt beside him; Liz had walked straight past and instead gone to Ariel, who looked exhausted. “Don’t be a cry-baby.” Ellie said as she ran her hand down his back, her magical energies seeping into him. “Ariel did well; there won’t be any lasting damage.” Increasing her energy, Jinkama felt the wounds starting to heal quickly. “Fucking bitch.” Jinkama said and knocked his head against the wooden floor. Ellie stopped suddenly and jabbed a finger into his wound. “That wasn’t very nice.” She said. “Ow.” Jinkama replied, turning his head as far as he could to look at Ellie. “I wasn’t talking about Ariel; I was talking about the bitch that took me down.” Ellie narrowed her eyes and then continued the healing process. Using the remnants of the circle’s healing herbs, Jinkama’s wounds disappeared completely and he stood up, stretching his muscles in the process. “What do you mean?” Ariel had left now and Liz walked over to the pair. “You okay?” “That fucker took me out like I was some kind of fucking rookie; I’m just pissed off at myself.” Jinkama said and brushed his hands through his hair. “Aura X was supposed to be pretty much impenetrable. “ “I’m not so sure it isn’t.” Ellie said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “I could feel some strange waves coming off Willow’s brother.” Jinkama frowned; part of Ellie’s explanation upon his waking was the fact that it was Willow’s family attacking them. “I have a feeling he was pulling something on us.” “What kind of stuff?” Liz asked. “Jinkama, suit up.” Ellie said and Jinkama paused before activating his Aura X and turning his skin golden. Ellie pulled Liz by the arm until they were stood on the other side of the room to him. “Don’t move, Jinkama.” She said loudly before lowering her voice to talk to Liz. “Right, hit him with a strong bolt.” Liz looked surprised for a second before Ellie urged her on. She shrugged and lightning gathered around her right hand before she threw it at Jinkama. It struck him in the left shoulder but his aura did the job as it arced around him harmlessly. “Ellie?” he questioned but she waved her hand dismissively. She summoned a ball of fire in her hand and quickly turned to Jinkama, firing it off as a bright beam of white light. It stuck Jinkama in the same place as the lightning but did the same amount of damage; which is to say none at all. Liz charged another lightning bolt in her left hand as Ellie charged another fireball; they attacked together and Ellie threaded in some of her invisible force that weaved the two attacks together where they struck Jinkama in the chest. As with the two previous attacks, it surrounded him but did no damage. “Ok Ellie, what are you trying to prove.” Ellie and Liz walked back over to Jinkama where Ellie ran her hand along his shoulder, probing his aura magic with her own. “See, I don’t think Octavius forced his way past your Aura which I’ve just proved isn’t weak. Something else went down, so don’t beat yourself up over it.” Before Jinkama could retort, the jewelled headpiece Ellie was wearing started to glow. “Oh, Zane is calling; I’ll catch you two later.” With that she headed out of the room and left Jinkama and Liz alone. “I’m going to go and hit something, thank Ariel for me would you.” Jinkama said and Liz nodded as he headed for the door himself. - Eleanor Pengallion - She knocked twice on the metal door that led into the interrogation room Zane and Elijah were using on the girl he had captured. The latter opened the door and Ellie entered to see Zane casually leaning on the table the girl was strapped to. When she entered, he stood up and walked across to her, allowing her to step in so Elijah could shut the door. “You need me?” she questioned. She frowned as she remembered trying to enter the girl’s mind magically and being repelled by an impressive defence. “I don’t think there’s much I can do to help you here.” Zane smiled and ushered her in where he whispered his idea to her, when he was done, Ellie frowned again. “Are you sure?” “Certain.” He replied. She walked across to the girl, who was staring at her, and stopped when she was behind her. Ellie then raised her hands and placed them either side of the girl’s head. “You ready?” She asked. “Didn’t you try this before? You won’t be able to read my mind.” The girl said. Ellie leaned in close so she could whisper into the girl’s ear. “I’m not going to read your mind.” The girl gasped suddenly as Ellie started. “Do you feel that?” Ellie asked, still whispering. “The pressure?” The girl gasped again and a noise escaped her mouth as if she had tried to reply. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that; you may bite your tongue.” Ellie’s whispers held no emotion. “So, the pressure? What about if I pull?” Another gasp from the girl. “Or twist?” The girl’s eyes widened and a small squeak sounded from her throat. Ellie moved her hands away from the girl’s head slowly until they were a couple of inches from touching. The girl drew in a couple of raspy breaths. “Do you know what a lobotomy is?” Ellie whispered, not expecting an answer. “This way will be a little bit more messy, cutting is better than tearing, but this way I don’t have to cut open your skull.” The girl let out a small scream, followed by more ragged breaths. One of them sounded slightly different. “What was that?” Zane said, stepping in front of the girl and lifting her chin where it had dropped to her chest. “What did you say?” The girl looked like she wasn’t about to reply but another tug by Ellie made her cry out. “Zennith. His name is Zennith.” “Who is he?” Zane asked, Ellie’s hands still primed either side of the girl’s head. “He gives us our missions. He has a base in Brazil, that’s where he told us to attack you.” “Brazil is a big place, can you be more specific?” Zane asked, the joviality gone from his voice completely. “Carapicuiba, Sao Paolo. Lakeside.” She said through gritted teeth. Ellie dropped her hands to her sides and the girl let out a sigh relief. Zane gestured to her and Ellie walked across to stand by the door. “So, do you want to die?” he asked She took a couple of seconds to calm her breathing before replying. “I’m already dead.” “As you say.” Zane said and summoned his sword before driving it between her breasts and into her heart. Blood gurgled at her mouth for a second before she went limp, the life completely gone from her. Ellie and Elijah didn’t comment as he walked past them and into the corridor outside of the room; they followed and closed the door behind them. “We need to meet with the others and plan. If Willow has returned, even better, she’ll have more information.” “What were you doing to her, Ellie?” Elijah asked, turning to face her. Zane was the one who answered. “What I asked; she was moving her brain with her magic, physically. Come on, let’s go find the others.” - Fiona - The room Fiona was sat in was pitch black; she never used the lights as they didn’t serve her any function. However, when the door slid open suddenly, the room was flooded with the light from the corridor. The room was unfurnished except for the leather sofa Fiona was sat on; her knees were pressed together and her hands rested on her lap. Someone with small feet ran into the room and Fiona felt a small hand clasp around her own. “Mother, Willow has been found and Father says we can go catch her! Come on!” “Calm yourself, child.” Fiona said and stood up. She was wearing knee high black leather boots with a modest heel, tight fitting blue trousers tucked into the boots, a light blue vest, and a thin hoody that matched her trousers in colour and sported a white zip fastened at the front. Strangely the top half of her head was covered by what appeared to be a solid iron helmet. It was about half an inch thick and ran from the top of her nose to the back of her head at the same height. To elongated semi-circles had been cut into the sides to reveal her ears and a raised ridge ran down its centre. Her straight blonde hair came out of the back of the helmet and stopped just past her shoulders. “Caine?” The man appeared in the doorway and Fiona turned her head towards him. “Come, Fiona, let’s go and retrieve our daughter.” He said and Fiona let herself be pulled towards the door by the young girl. - Michael Sanderford - He had finished his training for the day, or for what he counted as a day in the realm of the fire elementals. Michael floated in his non-corporeal form and let the fiery energy of the realm surround and empower him. He had never felt so saturated in power; he had never thought his father would actually help him. As he floated there, he felt a disturbance in the realm’s barriers near him; a sure sign an elemental was passing from the human world to their home one. What was strange was that very few elementals had access to the area Michael was currently in; the part that was ruled directly by his father. He turned his attention to the small ball of fire that approached him, a servant of little importance. It conveyed a message and if Michael had eyebrows, they would have raised in surprise. The only person he had left any means with to contact him had been Ellie, if Arafel had somehow figured out a way to do it then things were probably dire. Michael thought he may have to return to the human world. Even as the thought formed in his head, the fire warped above him and turned into his father’s elemental form in the fiery realm. “Father, I think I may need to leave.” Voices didn’t exist in the fire realm but Michael always imagined they did when he spoke with his father. “I am still training you.” His father replied. “And I thank you for all you have taught me so far, but I can’t ignore a cry for help from my friends.” “You’re human friends.” The disdain in his father’s not-voice was clear. “Yes. I am your son, a fire elemental, but I am also a human too. I can’t just sit here.” “Fine. Go if you must. I won’t await your return but if you do, I’ll offer my training once again.” “Thank you, father.” With that, Michael concentrated and started forging his human form out of the flames around him; he didn’t want to startle his old friends by appearing as a flickering man of flame. - Zennith - “Axion, come here.” Zennith said, gesturing to the small boy who was playing at the water’s edge. As he approached, Zennith’s phone started to ring. He pulled it out and answered it quickly. “Boss.” He said and listened as the man on the other end spoke. “Yes, I got the alert moments ago, I’m packing up now.” He paused again. “She held out as long as we expected.” Another pause. “I’ve left the breadcrumbs, if they aren’t completely stupid, they’ll be able to follow it.” The man spoke a couple of words and Zennith nodded. “I’ve met the family, I’d be surprised if anyone could escape them; especially with all of them there.” The man on the other end of the phone spoke again and hung up, leaving Zennith to slip his phone back into his pocket. Axion now stood next to him and Zennith crouched down to look him in the eye. “I need to get to Chicago, care to give an old man a lift?” he laughed and Axion rested his hand on Zennith’s arm. In a blur, the pair disappeared.
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  12. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Eleanor Pengallion - Ellie raised an eyebrow as Liz got angrier, her lightning actually burning the carpet before she seemed to realise that Ellie was right. “Sookie doesn’t know? That’s a surprise, I thought Ryuzaki told her everything. I suppose Michael may know but, as you know, he’s in his father’s realm and hasn’t been out since the wedding. I doubt he’d respond if I asked him if he knew where Ryuzaki had gone; certainly his father would be pissed.” Ellie gestured to the opposite sofa to her and Liz reluctantly took a seat. “Mmm, I did not experience this vertigo spell and I only saw the old woman’s, so you’ll have to describe them as much as you can if I’m to be of any help.” “Michael taught me a few things about magic deconstruction and analysis but without a ready source to test it one, we’re going to have to go with a catch-all type of anti-magic.” She leant back and lifted her hand to take a mug that had floated in from the kitchen. “oh, did you want something as well?” - Zane Pengallion - “Those wires were pretty annoying; they seemed to be able to latch onto anything. Ellie seemed to think her spell would stop it but of course, you intervened before we got a chance to prove it; maybe the fact he didn’t try it again gives us a clue.” Zane said, nodding as Willow explained that without her weights she would be able to move faster than Octavius. Zane thought this was probably true, they seemed to be matched in speed in the fight so as long as Octavius wasn’t holding back, Willow would be able to out-run him. Of course, how useful that would prove to be would be proven next time he appeared; which Zane figured would happen eventually. As with Willow, he too hadn’t gone full out against Octavius so he figured he’d be able to keep up next time. Probably not in speed, but that wasn’t one of Zane’s better points in combat. He frowned and crossed his arms in front of him. “I agree, if your family comes back before them, things could prove to be troublesome.” He paused and then leant back against the wall behind him. “I presume this will wear off on itself…” he gestured to Willow’s retching and she managed a nod “…and without Ariel, Jinkama can sleep away. So, Elijah, how about we go play cops with my prisoner?”
  13. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Ryuzaki - “Why are we here, boy?” The man questioned, stood on a branch above where Ryuzaki was perched. Ryuzaki narrowed his eyes at how the man addressed him but didn’t question it. “To fulfil a promise I made a few years ago. I’m actually a bit late because of you.” “Well, that’s a shame. Let’s get on with it then.” With a light hop, the figure fell past Ryuzaki and landed soundlessly on the hard packed dirt ground below; Ryuzaki followed just as silently. Ki Ling matched Ryuzaki in height perfectly, except that he had a few extra inches where his black mohawk stuck up above his head, dropping slightly at the tips. His eyes shone gold and a number of piercings dotted his face; two small rings on his right nostril, two bars through his left eyebrow’s outer end, a central spike on his bottom lip, two rings on the top of his right ear, and a single spike of gold hung from his left earlobe. Kai wore a simple chest plate of leather over a bare chest with matching bracers, faded blue jeans, and a pair of sand coloured work boots sporting steel toecaps. Embedded at the centre of his armoured chest piece was a crystal in the shape of a cross. Ryuzaki was dressed remarkably similarly, except more expensively. He wore his cuirass of black metal, plated from neck to waist, over his bare chest, and matching bracers. His loose trousers were black and were tucked into high boots of brown leather, tied tightly at the front with laces. A matching crystal cross was mounted at the centre of his armour also. He had grown his hair out in recent years and it now brushed his shoulders, loose, and his golden eyes were as bright as ever. The mark given to him by Nahadoth on Ezralda's death was still as fresh as ever; the skin of his right arm to the shoulder was charcoal grey with ice blue cracks running through it. As Ryuzaki took a step forward, taking a breath to call out, a wooden arrow passed behind him aiming directly for the side of Ki’s head. Ki’s arm moved in a blur and caught the arrow without much of an effort. “I would suggest, your majesty…” he said, not even bothering to look around at who had attacked him. “…that if you wish for your younglings to live to a ripe old age, you teach them to gauge the strength of their target before attacking them.” A figure stepped out of the other side of the small clearing the Master Vampire’s had landed in, and smiled. He was a fraction shorter than the pair but was well muscled and his skin was tanned brown; he wore nothing except a pair of denim shorts that hung to his knees and what appeared to be a crown of leaves and twigs rested atop his curly brown hair. “Apologies, but they can get rambunctious sometimes.” Jayden said. “William, Leona, to me.” Two small figures appeared either side of Ryuzaki and Ki, quickly running past them and standing next to Jayden, one on each side. “Now, apologise to them.” The boy, William, who was stood on Jayden’s right, stepped forward and dropped to one knee. He was the spitting image of Jayden, with dark skin and brown hair styled into a ponytail of dreadlocks. Even his piercing blue eyes matched; despite the fact he looked no older than thirteen years old. “Apologies on behalf of the Spring Crown; we mean no harm or offense.” He said, bowing his head. “I don’t need anyone apologising on my behalf!” Leona said, puffing out her chest from where she was stood on Jayden’s left. “I can do so myself.” Jayden laughed loudly and pulled William to his feet by the collar of his open shirt. “Okay, no need to be so formal.” Then he turned to Leona. “And you may be the Princess but you’re not the Crown, not yet.” Leona blushed and her chest deflated. Jayden’s smile suddenly disappeared. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t speak too soon.” He took a step forward and pulled William and Leona together, so they were shoulder to shoulder in front of him. He removed his crown, taking a knee, and held it out to Leona; she took it with a smile and instantly put it on her head. Jayden couldn’t help but smile again. “I was going to remind you what I said about wearing the crown but I suppose that’s a bit redundant this time.” “What’s going on, dad?” William asked, his intense eyes staring at Jayden. Jayden let out a small sigh. “Remember I told you that I was fulfilling a promise? And at the end of that promise, I had to confront the one I made it to?” Both Leona and William nodded. “Well, the man behind me is the one I was talking about. I’ve actually managed to get a few extra months with you. My time is due now, but remember that as long as Spring exists, so will I.” William seemed about to cry and Jayden ruffled his head. “You stick close to Leona, yeah? I expect you to protect her and the whole of the Spring Fae when I’m gone.” William nodded and rubbed his eyes to stop tears from actually falling. Jayden then looked back at Leona. “You continue your teaching under Elyssa, ok? You’ll be Queen soon and a good one at that. Listen to her advice but remember that you are the one in charge.” Leona nodded and Jayden got back to his feet. “Now, both of you head back now; tell Elyssa what is about to happen here. She’ll know what she needs to do.” Leona and William both nodded again and both reached into the air beside them, opening doorways to the Spring Realm. They both walked through them and the doorways disappeared, leaving Jayden alone with Ryuzaki and Ki. He turned to face them. “So, you managed to sort Spring out in the time I gave you?” Ryuzaki asked. Jayden nodded and smiled. “The boy, William, is the Guardian of the Spring Fae; he’s an exceptional fighter with a strong sense of duty. After this, half of my strength will go to him.” he paused before continuing. “The girl is Leona, she will be the Queen. Upon my death, all my rights and power as King will pass to her by the correct passages. Also, the other half of my strength will go to her.” Ryuzaki nodded. “How many do you number?” “Currently there are 53 Spring Fae. About 5 months after The Winter War, I managed to locate a group of 6 full bloods who had been hiding out in Japan. From there, well, you get the idea.” Jayden smiled. He then walked forward until he was a pace in front of Ryuzaki and got down to his knees, sitting on them and bowing his head. “What are you doing?” Ryuzaki asked, raising an eyebrow. “Accepting my punishment.” Jayden replied. Ryuzaki grinned. “I’m not going to execute you, Jayden.” Jayden looked up, shocked. “Oh, I’m going to kill you, but we used to be friends, I’m not going to let you sit there and die.” Jayden frowned and got back to his feet slowly. “Then what?” Ryuzaki grinned again. “Fight me, and fall like the warrior you are.” Jayden’s eyes began to sparkle. “Oh? And what if I win.” Ryuzaki let out a bark of a laugh and then disappeared. Jayden spread his stance and raised his right hand, catching Ryuzaki’s leg as he attempted to strike him in the head. “You caught it?” he said as he pulled his leg free and landed in a crouch. “I am fairy royalty after all!” Jayden cried and leapt forward. Ryuzaki caught the punch with no effort and caught Jayden in the stomach with a kick strong enough to send him flying upwards through the canopy above them. Ryuzaki jumped after him, bouncing of the trees to speed up, and grabbed him by the leg before he could fly too far. He pulled down sharply and slammed Jayden into the top of another tree. It gave way immediately and Ryuzaki kept pulling down, tearing the trunk in half until Jayden hit the floor. Jayden pulled his leg free and flipped backwards, kicking Ryuzaki in the chin as he did, and a lightning bolt shot down from the sky, engulfing the vampire. Ryuzaki ignored it and leapt forward, his skin already healing from the burns, punching Jayden in the chest. Jayden felt his sternum crack as he was sent forcefully backwards, crashing through six or seven trees before coming to a stop. As Ryuzaki dashed forward, thin branches burst from the ground and attempted to constrict around him. He countered the attack by spinning like a bullet, tearing the skinny branches to shreds, and appeared to deliver an overhead axe kick. Jayden took the blow to his right shoulder, his feet being forced into the ground, and then grabbed Ryuzaki’s leg. He pulled down sharply and Ryuzaki’s leg snapped at the knee like a dry twig. Ryuzaki let out another bark of laughter and spun around, knocking Jayden away with the broken limb. His healing fixed it nearly immediately and he delivered another kick to Jayden’s face. With a quick lean-back, Jayden managed to avoid a broken nose, but Ryuzaki stepped in again and delivered a punishing upper to his kidney. He cried out but jerked forward and slammed his head into Ryuzaki’s nose and broke it in return. Ryuzaki paid it no mind and grabbed the back of Jayden’s head in both hands, pulling him down to knee him in the face. Jayden blocked the attack with both hands grabbing the approaching knee and then with a twist of his waist he sent Ryuzaki flying through a number of trees for himself. Jayden smiled and placed both hands on the floor as large trees exploded out of the ground around him. Ryuzaki was entwined in thick branches, thin branches, leaves, flowers, thorns, and a bunch of other stuff as Jayden took an elevator of a tree trunk straight upwards. A number of lightning bolts appeared from the sky above and struck Jayden where he stood, now the highest point in the nearby area. Ryuzaki burst from the new foliage and flew towards Jayden’s position like a rocket. A bolt of lightning sprung to meet him and Ryuzaki was surprised to find himself face-to-face with Jayden’s fairy form. His crystalline body was dark blue in colour and tree roots covered his lower arms and lower legs like armour. A single crack where his eyes would have been was filled with lightning and more of it passed through cracks that covered his entire body. “Come on, Ryuzaki, let’s not hold back!” Jayden’s voice said from below the smooth rock where his mouth should be. “You were always strong, Jayden!” Ryuzaki called back and delivered another punch to Jayden’s kidney. This time he put some force into the blow and Jayden cried out as cracks emanated out from where the bunch had struck. Lightning filled the cracks immediately and Jayden returned the blow with a direct punch to Ryuzaki’s chest. Thunder roared with the blow as lightning crackled and Ryuzaki was sent speeding to the earth where he contacted like a meteor, creating a deep crater in the earth. Jayden appeared mounted on his chest with his right hand held pack, ready to punch. It was engulfed in a boosted armour of tree roots with an aura of flame and lightning and when he punched Ryuzaki, this time in the face, fire burst from the ground as lightning stuck from above. He let fly a number of punches before Ryuzaki stopped the fist with an open palm, his wrecked face restoring back to normal in a matter of seconds. “Nice.” He said and then punched Jayden in the stomach. The blow burst through him and parts of his crystalline skin was sent flying into the air, his tanned human skin being revealed below it, covered in blood. Ryuzaki grabbed the back of his head and punched him in the stomach again, with the same result; flying shards of crystal and blood. Jayden moved to head-butt him but Ryuzaki beat him to the punch as his face crashed into Jayden’s. He reared backwards and Ryuzaki took the opportunity to roll him over so he was now mounted on top. He pushed Jayden’s head back into the dirt and punched him directly in the face. Lightning flowed into the cracks as they spread across his head and neck but Ryuzaki ignored it as he punched again and again. Jayden’s human face was now revealed, his nose crushed, cheekbones fractured and forehead practically caved in, covered in blood. He smiled, showing missing teeth, and laid spread his arms wide. “You’ve gotten stronger.” He managed in a slur. “So have you.” Ryuzaki replied and then drove his right hand through his chest with his fingers speared, when he felt them touch dirt he stopped. Blood spurt from Jayden’s mouth but his smile remained. “Leave my body here, would you?” he said as his crystalline body fell away to reveal his human form completely, broken bones and all. “Elyssa…will…want it.” His eyes closed and Ryuzaki pulled his hand back, covered in blood. He stood up and flicked his right hand back and forth, getting rid of as much of the blood as he could. “Yeah, I will.” As he stepped away from the body, Ki appeared at his side. “Well, that was messy.” He said, frowning at Jayden’s body. Ryuzaki nodded. “It needed to be; that was me from 10 years ago.” Ki shook his head. “You are a confusing one. Come on, Andrei will want to know where we got to.” With that said, the two Master Vampire’s disappeared. ================================================================================== - Eleanor Pengallion - Ellie had barely entered through the door when a Gateway opened and Elizabeth stepped through, rage permeating of her; along with the lightning. Ellie quickly cast a misdirection spell around her, meaning any stray lightning that flew her way would miss, and then took a seat on one of the sofa’s that were sat in the middle of the room. It was like a living room and it was where Ellie talked to visitor’s she entertained whenever she was staying at the Prideux Estate. With a wave of her hand, Ellie summoned a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt, decorated with a cartoon flame. She hadn’t been to the Estate recently so her clothes were very limited in choice. Gesturing Elizabeth to be patient, which caused another crackling of lightning, Ellie quickly changed, sending her wet clothes into basket in the corner. “Right, so first of all, I have no idea who attacked the Estate. Jinkama summoned me via a tattoo I gave him a couple of years ago; surprising actually, as Jinkama’s not the one to call for back up.” She smiled. “As for Ryuzaki, I haven’t seen him in many years; he didn’t even come to my wedding, remember? The best bet would be to ask Sookie, she’s more likely to know than me.” Elizabeth was still stood up, anger rolling off her. “Would you calm down?” - Zane Pengallion - Zane’s suit was practically dry now and Ellie had still to appear but he made no move to leave Jinkama and Willow alone. He was hanging his jacket on the corner of a free bed when a Gateway opened and Elijah stepped through and watched as Willow puked into a trash can for the hundredth time. He listened to their brief exchange before opting him himself. “Well, that Octavius fellow was a hardass piece of work. But what the hell was your family doing here, Willow?” he waved his own question away and turned to Elijah. “Anyway, I managed to capture one of the attackers…” he raised his right hand and tapped the small diamond embedded under his wrist. “…so we can interrogate her when we’re ready. Also, what happened to Ariel? Ellie said she needs to take a look at Jinkama’s spine, there is some kind of wire embedded there and she was cautious to remove them herself with them near such an important place.”
  14. - Sophia Nurnhurst – “Island A, Island A” Sophia sung as she skipped across to the box Ryuk had indicated was hers. The lid had slid open at some point and she leaned over to look inside. It looked like the inside of a wooden crate; empty except for a bag which she assumed held the objects Ryuk had mentioned in his briefing on their infiltration. She rolled over the edge and into the box, sticking her head up and out to look at the others. “I feel just like a madman in a box! Alonsé!” She leant back and the lid of the crate started to close magically, but she stopped it with her arm and sat up again, her mask changing its expression to that of happiness. “Oh, oh, actually: Geronimo! I much preferred him!” She sunk inside the box again and the lid closed completely. With the lid sealed and the magical enhancements fully activating, Sophia squirmed to get comfy and closed her eyes, recalling the orders Raphael had left for her at her mansion. They were very specific and she’d need to make sure it all goes to plan as soon as her feet were firmly planted on her Island. - Ryuzaki - As he had asked, a spare suit had been left for him on the plane and Ryuzaki had changed into them, discarding his bloodied one. The suit was much like his last one, three pieced, but was closer to grey and he now sported brown shoes. His hair was still tied into a ponytail and he held his cane loosely in his right hand. He didn’t socialize with any of the other members of the party, instead keeping himself to himself near the tail-end of the aircraft, near the loading ramp. When Ryuk came bustling in, changing plans because of an incoming missile, Ryuzaki calmly walked to his box and climbed in, letting the lid shut on itself. As per his instructions, his crate had been made bigger than necessary and he used it to his advantage while he waited for the plane to explode. He undid his waistcoat, followed by his shirt, and stuffed his tie into the inside pocket of his jacket. He then pulled his hair tie free, letting his hair loose, and laid it down his chest. Quickly he pulled his jacket off, followed by his waistcoat, then his shirt and finally he laid his cane at the centre of the clothing pile. He rolled them up and fastened it with the string he had removed from his hair, tying it tight so that there was no way anything could accidently fall out. Then he tied the bundle to his belt and laid back, now bare chested. He felt the explosion through the magical defences of his crate, his enhanced senses helped with that, and then his crate began to free fall; spinning end over end. He counted to three and then with a sudden kick, he dislodged the bottom of his crate and let physics fling him out of the box as it spun. His bag of goodies flew out as well but he paid them no mind as they disappeared into the darkness. The night was cold, not that he noticed or cared, and he reached the apex of his flight quickly, gravity grabbing hold and dragging him downwards. The flames and debris of the plane surrounded him, along with the other crates that held the others, but he ignored them as he adjusted his body and looked down towards the islands below him. His goal was what had been labelled ‘Island C’ and he quickly locked onto it with his eyes of red. Forcing his arms and legs straight, with his bundle flapping wildly behind him from his belt, he shot like an arrow in the direction he wanted. He moved much faster than the boxes, due to his lesser air resistance, and he counted down his height in his head as he fell. When he was clear of the explosion and debris, and the other crates, he opened his arms and legs, slowing his fall slightly, and started to transform. He didn’t turn all the way, there was no need for that, so he focused his energy on his back, just below his shoulder blades. The skin around that area darkened into a leather-like substance and something started growing out of it, twisting and bending until a large pair of leathery wings opened wide to allow the wind to catch it. This meant Ryuzaki was no longer falling and instead had switched to flying. Ryuzaki had noticed the strange flying men that flew in formation but ignored them as they headed to the debris of the plane, and instead silently glided down towards his island. He picked out an area of thick foliage and directed himself to land in it, nothing except the sound of the wind on leaves indicating anything had happened. Now firmly on the ground, Ryuzaki hid his wings away again, taking a couple of seconds to force them back into his human form and untied his bundle from his belt. He quickly dressed, ensuring all was neat and tidy before tying his hair back up and moving through the trees silently. His senses didn’t pick anyone up in the near vicinity but he didn’t take any chances as he picked a direction and started walking; he was sure something would catch his attention soon enough. - Sophia Nurnhurst - The explosion was muted and Sophia couldn’t help but laugh as she felt her crate drop downwards with a sudden lurch. While the crate spun downwards, she could feel the inertia through the magic, she started tapping her stomach in random tunes. In what felt like an age later, her crate hit the water and Sophia felt herself sink and then bob back to surface. The crate corrected itself so that when it opened, Sophia wasn’t the wrong way up. She sat up and looked around as bits of plane hit the water around her, the enchantments on her crate ensuring nothing hit her. The crate started moving towards Island A, her assignment, and Sophia started paddling with her hands; not that she needed to. It took her couple of minutes and then her crate touched the sand of a beach, allowing her to stand up with her bag and jump out of the box. Her mask had returned to its neutral state and it moved slightly towards anger as she booted the crate and it flew back out to sea, sinking quickly. With that dealt with, she pulled Raphael’s letter from her pocket and gave it another quick read. To start with, she would follow the plan as per the alliance, but soon she would need to do her work.
  15. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Eleanor Pengallion - The rain was like being underwater as it thundered down onto the Prideux Estate, lightning crackling above with thunder booming. Ellie rubbed her eyes to clear them of water but it didn’t help as the moment she moved her hand away, they were filled again. She guessed the wards were cleansing the grounds of all the foreign magic the invaders had left behind; ensuring they hadn’t left anything behind they should not have. Ellie looked across to where Zane and the others were, her vision impaired somewhat by the rain, and frowned. She raised her hand, expecting her staff to fly into it, when she remembered her former opponent had broken it. Making a mental note to make a new one later, she locked eyes with Zane and tilted her head back towards where Jinkama and Willow was; the latter limping slowly in their direction. Zane nodded and stood up making his weapons disappear and glancing down at his wounded wrist. Ellie noticed the wrist and as Zane came next to her she took it in her hands. As she had done with Jinkama earlier, she pulled in nature magic and rubbed her fingers over the wound, causing it to seal up as if it had never been there. “Thanks.” Zane said and then continued towards Willow and Jinkama. “No problem.” Ellie said and then turned to follow him. She paused and turned back to Elijah. “Oh, Elijah, would you be as kind as to open a Gateway to the Healing Chamber; I feel both Jinkama and Willow will need a bed.” Elijah looked like he was about to say something but then apparently changed his mind as he raised his hand and a door-sized Gateway appeared next to Jinkama’s unconscious body. “Thank you. I’ll get them sorted and then I’ll meet up with you guys later to discuss what the hell happened here.” Elijah nodded and Ellie turned and walked to where Zane was talking to Willow. She walked past them, paying them no mind, and stopped next to Jinkama. With a wave of her hand, he lifted off the floor on an invisible stretcher and she gestured towards the Gateway beside her. He floated through unobstructed and Ellie followed, calling to Zane as she did. “Come on, Zane, don’t keep Elijah waiting.” ================================================================================== - Zane Pengallion - “Can you walk?” He asked Willow as he stopped beside her. Willow looked completely uninjured, as she normally did after a fight, but Zane knew something was wrong because she was still knelt down where he had left her to go and join Reason and the others. Her arms were hanging limply by her sides and if he looked closely he could see that her whole body was shaking; probably with the effort of keeping upright. Whatever she had done to Octavius, it had taken a toll on her own body as well. “Of course.” She replied and then got to her feet; tilting precariously until she managed to regain control. “Come on then, Elijah’s opened a Gate back to the Estate.” Zane said and gestured to where Ellie had just taken Jinkama. “Jinkama’s going to the Healing Chamber; you should probably go as well.” Zane took a couple of steps towards the Gate and then looked back to see if Willow would follow; he guessed she wouldn’t get far. Willow started to step towards him and then stumbled, catching herself before she actually fell over. Zane watched as she tried a second time and then walked up next to her. “I’m glad your arms are numb; I like the way my head faces.” He said before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms; one arm beneath her knees, the other at her back. “Put me down.” She said but Zane shook his head. “We’ll be here all day if I let you stumble through the Gate yourself. So bear with it until we’re through.” He carried her through the Gate and it closed behind him. They were now in a long room in the Estate; running along one edge was a number of beds, each with medical equipment in cupboards next to them. Although most healing done was magical, sometimes some old fashioned hard work was needed. Ellie had placed Jinkama on one of the beds and was now looking through an ice drawer full of blood packs; useful for Vampires in need and blood transfusions alike. Apparently she found the one she needed because she took it over to Jinkama and hooked it up, ensuring the IV was fully in. When Zane walked in and placed Willow on the bed next to Jinkama she turned to him. “He’ll be conscious soon, but I’ll need Ariel to take a look at the wires in his spine, I don’t want to risk damaging them by removing them with my magic. She’ll have to speak to them.” Zane nodded. “Fair enough; I’m sure they’ll be here soon, Liz looked exhausted.” Ellie nodded in reply as she wiped away the rain on her forehead. “You should go and get changed, I’ll hang here until you get back and then I can get changed.” “Thanks.” Ellie said and then exited the room, heading to the quarters Liz always kept ready for them. ================================================================================== - Octavius - “That fucking bitch!” Octavius screamed into the darkness of the room he was stood in. All that was visible was a rectangle of light that shone through the cracks around the door. “Next time I’ll kill her without hesitation!” The wounds he had received were bleeding profusely but he ignored them as he paced around the room in a circle. “Then I’ll kill that bastard, then the rest of them. I won’t be made a fool of like this!” he screamed again and the door slid open to reveal a feminine figure. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, hiding Octavius’ wounds from sight. “Calm yourself, son, you are just bringing more shame.” The woman said, her voice melodious and calming. “Shame! That bitch is the shameful one!” Octavius snapped and then held back the next remark he was going to make. “You all brought shame to the Vaunik family this day; you, my mother, and Brink.” The woman said, remaining still even as Octavius continued his pacing. “They failed?” He asked, calming himself from his outburst. “As much as you; apparently the Winter Heroes are more formidable then you imagined.” “Ha! The Winter Heroes were paltry, only Willow got in my way.” Octavius waved his hand dismissively and then grimaced at the pain that bounced around his body. He was glad his mother could not see his expression. “As I warned you before you ran off, do not underestimate them; you barely scratched their surface from what I observed. Just be glad the Master Vampire is occupied with other things.” Octavius didn’t reply to that, he knew that Ryuzaki would have slain him fairly quickly; only his speed would have saved him. “Now I owe our client an explanation and a guarantee that next time we won’t fail as you have today.” The woman said and turned to leave, stopping only when Octavius laid a hand on her shoulder. “I apologise, I have brought shame to the family.” He let go and his mother turned back to him. “Leave Willow to me, I’ll take care of her.” “You will kill who I tell you to kill and no-one else. Now get yourself healed up; I have need of you.” “Of course, Mother.”
  16. - Sophia Nurnhurst – After her roll, of which none of the people in the room appreciated it seemed, Sophia turned around to see the two sound-related representatives standing behind her. They looked mildly shocked so she took a bow and then skipped across to the far side of the room, leaning against the wall. She pulled an elastic band from her pocket and started stretching it around her fingers, creating patterns with it. When the horned one came in, accompanied by his female partner, Sophia smiled. She then completely ignored the medallion wearing man when he entered last. She noticed the fact that the girl with him spoke, she hadn’t heard her say a word before, but otherwise dismissed it. Now, as Erevis’ lackey began laying out the groundwork for the plan, which she guessed wasn’t very solid by the lack of information he provided, Sophia barely registered what he was saying. She instead, kept her focus on the horned one with a small smile on her face. When the second of Erevis’ lackeys walked in, the stoic one, covered in blood her smile widened further and then disappeared when she realised that something exciting had happened without her. Before she could sidle up to the man, the first lackey called upon them and led them back up the stairs and onto the jumbo jet marked in the Fed Ex colours. Once on, the princess and her new best friend entered the cabin while the rest of them were left to stand in the main hold of the plane; along with all the crates that Sophia presumed were meant to be the ones they were going to be stored in. There were some cargo seats bolted to the side of the fuselage and the band of supernatural’s all took a seat, strapping in as the engines wound up ready for take-off. Sophia opted not to take a seat and nearly fell over when the plane suddenly accelerated, bouncing on the rough airfield floor before taking to the skies. Sophia started laughing and then leaped up on top of one of the cargo crates. “Anyone want to be friendly with me then?” She said and all the others looked at her. “Come on, look at me with less of a vacant expression would you.” She laughed again and then waved. “I’m Celia, nice to meet you.” She spoke slowly and on the verge of sarcasm. “Now it’s your turn.” =========================================================================== - Raphael Ginta - The man he presumed to be the Nurnhurst household butler tried to stop him, but Raphael looked at him and he dropped to his knees. Raphael continued down the carpeted corridor until he came to a door that had a picture of a butterfly pinned to it, clearly the product of a child. He twisted the handle and entered into the room, surprised to find it was not childish in any way, except for the mass piles of cuddly toys the girl seemed to have fallen asleep on. Ensuring he didn’t sit on his cloak, Raphael took a seat on the edge of the bed and then rested a hand on the girl’s shoulder. In a heartbeat, the girl and leapt up and out of bed, landing in a crouch next to, looking at Raphael with fear and anger. “Fear not, girl, you recognise me, yes?” his eyes sparkled behind his silver mask and Sisi watched him carefully. “I was with your sister, a few weeks ago, you said you followed me.” Sisi looked scared and then managed to stand up straight, straightening out the dress she had fallen asleep in. “Not you, the big man.” She said quietly, looking down at the floor. “So you didn’t follow me?” Raphael said, frowning beneath his mask. “Ok, how did you follow Vincent?” “Sophia showed him to me once, in a picture.” She moved across to her bedside table and picked up a crumpled photo of Sophia wrapped around Kai’s shoulders, laughing while Kai looked incredibly uncomfortable. “I know then, where he is.” Raphael eyes showed confusion. “Interesting. Do you know where he is right now?” Getting more comfortable with Raphael now she knew he wasn’t a threat, she reached under her bed and pulled out a large rolled map of the world. She moved across to an open end of the floor and rolled it out flat. Then she stared at it and for a second nothing happened. Suddenly, her eyes lit up with white energy and white dots of the same energy appeared on the map. They were of differing intensities and Sisi pointed at the brightest. “Here.” Raphael bent over to look and saw she was pointing at a spot in America where he knew Kai kept a safe-house. “Fascinating. And your sister?” Sisi shook her head. “Can’t.” “Can’t?” Raphael questioned. “Why?” “Her mask.” Sisi replied, reaching across the floor where her plastic one was sitting and pulling it on so it rested on top of her head. “Faces tell me.” Raphael thought and then it clicked. “Ah, hence why you wouldn’t be able to follow me. You need to see someone’s face to track them. It works through photo’s, you’ve just shown me that, what about sketches, drawings?” Sisi seemed to have trouble keeping up with what he had said but got there eventually. She shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know.” “Let’s try, shall we? Have you got some drawing tools?” Sisi jumped up and ran across to her cupboard, she pulled out a large sketch book and some coloured pencils, running them back to Raphael. He thanked her and lowered himself into a sitting position, resting the book on his lap. He selected the black pencil and within a minute or so, he had a near perfect representation of the stoic faced one who had been with Erevis. “Where is this man?” Sisi took the picture and stared at it hard. As before nothing happened for a second and then her eyes lit up with the white energy. She turned her gaze to the map and the previous points disappeared and were replaced with new ones. There was easily a spot in each country, with some having more than one. The brightest spot was over the Atlantic Sea and Sisi pointed at it. “Here.” She smiled and looked up at Raphael. He stood up and ruffled her hair. “Good, would you care to come with me, Sisi? I can take you somewhere exciting.” Sisi nodded enthusiastically and then rushed to another door in the room which, when she opened it, led into a massive walk in wardrobe. A second later, she reappeared with a large suitcase in her hands. “My, my, it looks like you are all ready to go.” “Sophia told me to have a pack of clothes ready to go at any time.” Sisi replied with her wide smile. “Clever girl, your sister, just call her Celia while in my presence, if you don’t mind.” Sisi looked confused for a second and then nodded her head. “Thank you, come on then, let’s go.”
  17. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Zane Pengallion - Zane cursed as Octavius moved and his own sword pierced Willow through the chest. He had been so careful earlier when Willow had been in the potential crossfire of his pistols. But he knew he had always been less careful when using his sword; he hadn’t trained as much in it lately because he had always had them, instead focusing on his pistols. His lament did not last long however, as he realised he had triggered some sort of trap and a number of blades were flying towards his back; he wasn’t worried, they would barely cut him probably. He was surprised, however, when Willow pulled deep onto his blade and into his chest so she could reach around him to catch the blades in her hand. It was at this point he realised something was strange with the way his weapon pierced Willow’s chest. It moved strangely, like it wasn’t solidly stuck in her flesh, but he couldn’t focus on it when Willow whispered into his ear to forget Octavius. I don’t think so. Zane said just as the crazed assassin appeared with Ellie in his clutches. He snarled, fearing he would go straight for the kill, but realised that he was injured. Zane wasn’t sure when that had happened; he hadn’t seen any of them do anything of any particular danger to the man. Then he focused in on the exact wounds and realised what had happened. Some kind of link between Willow and this Octavius guy? He thought as he noticed the blood pouring from Octavius’ wounds. But no blood on Willow? He noticed, glancing down at the girl. He made his sword disappear, leaving no wound on Willow, and let her drop to one knee; she wasn’t completely undamaged then. With Octavius cursing Willow and apparently unable to act, Zane took the initiative and raised his newly summoned pistol. At first, he was going to shoot the man through the chest, multiple times, then he wondered if that would somehow effect Willow so instead he fired a single shot that pierced him through the shoulder. Nothing happened to him, apart from a surprised look, but Willow cried out as a neat hole appeared in her shoulder. “Sorry.” Zane said and then dropped to one knee beside her. “Sorry again.” And he shot her through the knee. As he suspected, nothing happened to her, but Octavius cried out as a hole appeared in his knee, causing him to let Ellie go and stumble backwards. “You bastard!” he screamed, spittle coming from his mouth. But Zane ignored him and fired twice more at Willow, this time through her stomach. Octavius screamed again as the wounds appeared in his stomach and he managed to throw two straight blades at Zane. The Blades took him in the wrist and blood spurted into the air and he had to make his gun disappear to prevent himself from dropping it. As he did this, Octavius disappeared and his voice echoed around Zane’s head. “The next time we meet, I’ll kill you first; you won’t even know I’m there. Keep looking over your shoulder!” then the voice disappeared and Zane as left with a shocked Willow and Ellie and an unconscious Jinkama. “So this went well.” He muttered as he left Willow to go and take a knee next to Ellie. ================================================================================== - Eleanor Pengallion - Ellie couldn’t think, couldn’t move. One moment she had been looking at Willow and Zane taking on the strange, tall man, and then that man had his hands wrapped around her head in a dangerous manner. She could feel the warm liquid wetting her shoulders and back, and she was scared he had already wounded her despite the fact she felt no pain. Inwardly she cursed and screamed and cried; when Michael had blessed her as a Salamander above Salamanders, she had been elated; after the Winter War, none had survived and this made her the only one recognised in the world at this time since Michael was the only qualified person to name a person as an official fire mage. At that time, taking Michael’s teaching into hand, she had decided she would be more useful, more decisive when battle came to her. She wouldn’t cower from the hard choices or leave the killing to Zane; god knows he had done enough of that for plenty of lifetimes. Now, without doing anything except kill some lackey and heal Jinkama, she was about to die. She breathed heavily through her nose, expecting the killing blow to come any second and was surprised when Zane shot the man behind her; she thought he would be too fast and kill her outright. However, she was released and she fell to her knees, nearly on the verge of tears although she managed to keep them in. Ellie didn’t notice what went on then, the next thing happened was Zane kneeling next to her and resting a hand on her cheek. “Hey, Ellie, you okay there?” she looked up and when her eyes met his, she couldn’t help but smile, the tears that had nearly sprung forth sinking deep again. She nodded and Zane stood up, pulling her with him. “You’re not about to start crying are you?” he said it with a smile and she hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Like hell, Zane.” She pulled away and held out her hand, allowing her staff to fly into it. “Come on, Jinkama needs a blood transfusion of he’s going to be dead anyway. What about Willow?” Zane looked at her with a frown. “I’m not entirely sure, she was linked with Octavius somehow, each’s wounds affecting each other’s; I don’t really get it.” He paused and looked down at his bleeding wrist, but dismissed it after checking it still moved. “She doesn’t seem seriously injured though.” “Well, leave me with them, you go and find Reason and the others; it looks like this attack is coming to an end.” Ellie said and then moved over to Willow. “I’m on it.” Zane summoned his pistols again, and started running across to where he had seen Reason previously.
  18. - Sophia Nurnhurst - The doorway Raphael led them through led them back to his hometown but he didn’t stop to look at anything. As they headed back to the stairs that would lead them back up to the overlooking plateau and the only exit, Sophia couldn’t help but look around and absorb everything she could about the place; she got the feeling she wouldn’t be coming back here for quite some time, if at all. She took in the buildings constructed straight from the stone of the walls and floor, the large open square that housed the fountain, and then stared when her gaze landed on what appeared to be a door constructed out of green emerald. Sophia turned her head back to Raphael and found her leader looking at her from behind his silver mask. He didn’t say anything and Sophia couldn’t help but let out a giggle before he looked away. Kai looked at her with a confused expression but she ignored it as they finally exited the underground city. With the entrance sealed and hidden behind them, they continued down the grassy slope, stepping around the skinny trees and boulders that sat happily in the hard-packed earth. Sophia started skipping enthusiastically when a voice sounded from her right, about 30 minutes away. “Soooophiiiia!” the voice was high pitched and young sounding, like that of a little girl. Sure enough, a second later, such a little girl stepped out from a tree and looked in their direction. “Sophia!” she called out in excitement and started running forwards. Sophia tipped her head to the side, examining her as the girl approached but before she was close enough to speak, Kai appeared in front of her and laid a hand on her shoulder. The girl looked to be about 8 years old; she had pink hair a shade darker than Sophia’s own and matching eyes. Her hair had been styled into 4 pigtails, two at the front, two at the back. A white mask made of plastic was fastened to her face by a thin string that was tied at the back of head. She was wearing a knee-length dress of pale yellow with a brown butterfly design on her chest, and red wellies. Raphael stopped but said nothing but as Kai opened his mouth to speak, Sophia appeared at his side, gripping the hand that touched the girl. The normally placid expression on her mask had cracked and changed, becoming an angry expression instead. Sophia’s body seemed to ripple and Kai found himself flying through the air before he crashed through one tree and came to a stop when he hit a second. Before he had even touched the floor, Sophia’s mask had returned to normal and the rippling had stopped. She looked at Kai with a thunderous expression and then spun around and dropped to one knee in front of the girl. “Sisi, what are you doing here?” She asked, adjusted the bands that held Sisi’s pigtails in place. “and what did I tell you about using my name outside of the house?” Sisi smiled and pointed at Raphael who stood behind her. “I followed him.” Then the smile disappeared and she looked at the floor. “I’m sorry, I do remember what you told me though.” Her voice was apologetic and Sophia smiled beneath her own mask. “And where did you get this?” she moved to remove Sisi’s plastic mask by the small girl grabbed it and hopped away enthusiastically. “Come now, Sisi.” Sisi bounced around and then came to a stop when she bumped into Kai who had walked up behind her. Sophia snarled. “Touch her again, oaf, and I’ll tear your arms off and make you drink what escapes; although you might like that.” She stuck her tongue out and gestured to Sisi who ran back across to her, wrapping her arms around Sophia’s leg. Kai frowned and crossed his arms in front of his barrel chest. “Two questions: who is this girl? And how did she find us? I find it hard to believe she simply followed the boss here.” “What, don’t you see the family resemblance?” Sophia asked and dropped to one knee again to rest her head against Sisi’s, before laughing and standing up again. “She also told the truth about how she got here.” Kai looked over her shoulder at Raphael, hoping for him to say something, but the masked man simply nodded and then started walking again. “Take her home, Celia, and remain there. Wait for your call from Risulka and send me a missive when you are summoned.” he paused and looked over his sholder. "When you get home, you will find a letter sealed by myself, it is for your eyes only. Ensure you do not fail me in this endeavour. Sophia gave a mock salute to him and then stuck her tongue out at Kai as he frowned at the girls again before quickly catching up with Raphael. “Come on, Sisi.” Sophia said and held out an open hand. “Let’s get home, shall we?” Sisi giggled, and then grabbed Sophia’s hand and started dragging her forwards. Some Hours Later, Germany... With Sisi bouncing around her like some demented puppy, Sophia approached the large metal gates and a brisk pace. Without even slowing,the gates swung inwards and the Nurnhurst pair entered the mansion grounds.; without a noise, the gates closed behind them. It took them 5 more minutes of brisk walking before they reached a large turning circle, with a dry fountain at its centre, and crossed it towards the wide staircase that led to a pair of large, ornate double doors. When Sophia's foot touched the first step, the doors swung open and an older gentleman appeared, a look of mild conncern on his face. He stood tall with his back straight and his hands clasped behind his back tightly; he wore dress suit trousers, neatly pressed, under a crimson shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up in. He wore a pair of shined shoes on his feet and an expensive watch adorned his right side wrist. As Sophia approached, Sisi still circling around her excitedly, he ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. "Ah, Lady Nurnhurst..." he said, bowing at Sophia, who jumped the final step to pat him on the head, which he apparently paid no mind to. "I had hoped the young lady had gone to you, since I could not find her." He dropped to one knee and held out his hand, palm up. Immediately, sisi ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug before she nimble climbed over his head and ended up in a piggy back position. The man smiled and stood up, ensuring he had hold of her legs to support her weight. "A letter awaits you in the foyer, Lady Nurnhurst; sealed by the moon's hand." Sophia clapped her hands, impressed as always that Raphael had gotten the letter here before she had arrived, considering that she had taken the fastest route. "Thank you, Simon. Now, Sisi..." she said, directed her gaze at the girl who was bouncing her head back and forth as if listening to music. "...try to cause as much trouble for Simon as you can." A smile appeared on her lips as Simon sighed and the turned away, taking Sisi deeper into the house. Sophia skipped forward into the foyer, the double doors closing behind her on their own accord, and picked up the letter that Simon had left on a polished wooden table in the grand foyer. The red wax that sealed it bore a cresent moon symbol, indicating it was indeed from Raphael. Several Weeks Later, The Order’s Secret Airfield… Sophia stepped onto the large field that housed many aircraft of varying sizes and shapes; including a massive cargo jet stamped in Fed Ex colours. No-one came out to meet her, so she put her hands in the pockets her leather jacket and wandered nonchalantly onto the grass. Getting the feeling something was watching, she glanced around and finally her gaze landed on the cargo jet, which is when she noticed the man stood atop it in his three-piece suit. It took her a second, during which the two stared at each other and Sophia smiled, she recognised him as one of Erevis’ bodyguards; the stoic faced one. She raised a hand a wiggled her fingers in a wave before using the same hand to point to what appeared to be a door that led underground. The suited man didn’t react immediately but when Sophia blew a raspberry in his direction, he narrowed his eyes and inclined his head a smidgen towards the door. Sophia gave an exaggerated bow, spinning her arm multiple times and going low enough her face nearly touched the floor. When she straightened her back, the man’s face had not changed and she couldn’t help but giggle before making her way towards the door. It opened without trouble and led her directly to a set of concrete steps that led into the ground. Sophia shut the door behind her and then took the steps two at a time, turning one corner and leaping down the next set of steps, hitting the floor with a roll and coming up with her hands held wide. The three people already in the large room were looking in her direction, one of them looking ready to tear someone’s throat out. Sophia stood up and waved. “Hi guys, and your majesty…” She used the same tone of voice that Raphael had used when adressing Risulka; except her target was the Winter Princess Ezralda. Sophia recognised the other man who had stood beside Erevis and the other she was pretty sure was a werewolf. “…isn’t this just the best?”
  19. (On behalf of AnimeFreak) -----Erevis----- A man such as Erevis wasn't intimidated by much; ninety percent of the time he was the strongest thing within a one thousand mile radius. A man such as Erevis didn't let anything get the better of him; he had a network of things to keep that from happening. A man such as Erevis didn't worry or let it show; he'd lived to long for that, learned to many lessons. However, when it was just him and the winter Queen in the room, he suddenly felt all of them at once. The others had been dispersed to their respective locations from wence they came, Erevis had even sent Ryuzaki and Ryuk away--telling them to wait at his safe house they previously discussed as their point of withdrawal. The Queen was professional enough not to intimidate him in front his pions, at least. “Remember what we discussed,” she told Ervis, her very presence emitting a pressure so strong it imperativea physical weight was bearing down on his chest--if he was a living being he drew breath, he doubted he'd be able to--“it is imperative that it procedes exactly so.” Erevis, to his credit, did not let even a hint of distress show, despite how badly his instincts were telling him to flee, escape, fight, run, “Yes, Risulka of course. If you could please hand me the summary of intelligence that my spies provided you on the island.” Risulka smiled. The Queen of the Winter Court might as well be called the Queen of Deception. No one had specifically asked her if she knew anything about the island, if she had spies there. For the last four months, during the planning phase of this operation, she had been meticulously gathering data from spies who, with Erevis’ permission, she had possessed and controlled. They were dead to Erevis, full members of the Winter Court now, thus not his spies. Erevis was indeed proud of himself, he misconceived the others so well and so quickly that for a second even he believed he was telling the whole truth. “Could you please, however, provide me with the intelligence reports that, for obvious reasons, you neglected to show me.” Erevis said, careful with his words, he wasn't an asset to Risulka, not yet anyway, so he doubted she would even hesitate to kill him if the slightest disrespect was uttered from his lips, even the stutter of him telling her something, not asking as was proper, “As you can relate, I'm sure, I dislike being the one in the dark.” “Of course,” she responded, reaching down below her seat she pulled out a suitcase. With a wave of her hand it opened and she produced a thick portfolio--filled to the brim with pictures and loose pieces of paper neatly organized, “I trust you'll find everything in order, Erevis. You must be leaving now as I have other things to entertain.” Erevis’ was intently looking over the reports, eyes brimming with excitement, a creepy ear to ear smile across his face. “Oh my,” he spoke to the Queen, she was sitting with her fingers tee-peed in front of her, a look of consternation on her face, “this is much better than I thought or could have imagined. Where is the--” It was subtle, the Queens eyes narrowed and Ervis suddenly found himself frozen to the chair, something about this ice though, it drained him, as if the warmth of his body--somethinf that as a vampire he didn't even have--was being sucked from him. Suddenly he didn't feel Supernatural anymore, he felt like a weak and vulnerable old man. “I told you to leave.” The Queens words were absolute, deadly, terrifying. “Don't you EVER”--her voice boomed harsh and shrill, the force of it breaking the ice holding him to the chair and sending him tumbling across the room, he knew better than to get up, best she think she bested him--”make me repeat myself.” -----Ryuk----- The planning stage was always the easiest for Ryuk, his brain worked several times faster than most so multitasking and the like were simple. In about thirty six hours he had a pretty elaborate plan layed out--many different cogs turning so as to make the machine move. He was done with that now, it was all on paper and being routed up to Erevis himself for final approval; he didn't think hed need it, after about 7 years in his current position Erevis let him for the most part do as he wanted. While he waited, he kicked his feet up on his desk and lit a cigarette. He had a purplosh red glass of ancient wine next to him. He didn't so much inhale the cigarette as he just let the smell linger; something about it soothed him. The wine, though, he drank. His office was small, but he liked it that way--totally off the radar. Each numbered member of the order had their own personal safe house, one that not even Erevis knew about, or so he said; Ryuk knew that that wasn't the truth, Erevis would never let a number completely out of his site. Ryuk considered his special, though. Most numbers had, he assumed, an elaborate mansion or an entire condominium obtained in secrecy. He had a simple two bedroom apartment--bought deep in the south side of Chicago. It wasn't extravagant by any means. It had a modest kitchen, a small living room that barely fit his couch, a love seat, and circular oak coffee table comfortably. One bedroom he used as his office, he had an archaic desk and at least eight different four foot tall filing cabinets attached along the walls. Papers were meticulously organized and stacked on the desk, over thirty pens placed in cups. A hardwired, office-style phone was sitting on the desk as well. It was in this room where Ryuk currently relaxed; awaiting the encrypted phone call with the word to begin preparations. After several hours of Ryuk waiting, the phone rang. Erevis was on the other end, “I'll get word to Risulka to contact the others involved.” A few seconds went by where no one said anything, Ryuk did not like talking to Erevis, “Do be safe, Ryuk, and take care of Ryuzaki. He's very special, you know.” The phone clicked and Erevis was done. Ryuk flipped off the lights and walked out. Erevis’ smug, always in control, voice like a constant reminder to Ryuk, One day Erevis, I'll watch you die. Even if it costs me everything, I'll rip you limb from limb, stare into your eyes until you die. -----Ryuzaki----- Kansas was a pretty miserable state, as far the US was concerned. The land was cheap, though, and that was the primary reason why The Order purchased one hundred square acres of land, completely off the books. The land was flat, too, which was perfect for their fleet of legitimately illegitimate jet air craft. This land was mostly used for launching and landing aircraft discreetly, but on occasion other things went on here, sometimes Erevis rented it out to cult groups who need to perform mass sacrifices involving runes the size of several footballs fields. Ryuzaki was their, a statue in the late night, dressed to impress, a black three piece tailored suit with a purple tie tailorer to his large frame, meticulously shined dress shoes, a diamond tipped cane. His silver hair was pulled back in a slick pony tail. If the normal humans vision was 480p, then Ryuzaki’s vision was 4k resolution. He missed nothing, no detail was to minor, no movement to subtle. He had the eyes of a hunter, body of a man, and strength of a monster. Ryuk had given him a simple enough task, keep watch above ground while he waited for the others to join him in the underground bunker. Ezaralda was already down there, question Ryuk again and again about his plan, ensuring he had every contingency planned for--which, Ryuzaki knew, Ryuk had. The man was a master planner. In a battle of strength, Ryuks body would be in tatters before he was able to remove his stereotypical-mysterious-anti-hero black cloak. Ryuk had stationed Ryuzaki on top of the primary of transport for this evolution; a massive cargo jet, painted to identically match Fed Ex corporate planes of the same make and model. As far as anyone registering the planes IFF signature would know, as well, this is a legitimately owned and operating member of Fed Ex’s corporately owned jets. Ryuzaki was falling asleep, nothing would get past him--nothing ever did. He watched one by one as the chess pieces were organized on the chess board--all promised participants of this endeavor showing up. -----Ezralda----- One thing Ezralda loved about this man, Ryuk she remembered, is that he was just as prepared as she was. Ezralda had been planning for hundreds of years now, down to specific dates and times, just how exactly she would changed the fair and the mundane world. She had a plan, a counter plan, a contingency plan, a fake plan to create disinformation, a fake plan for the fake plan, and then a contingency fake plan. As they sat in he dimly lit, expansive and empty underground bunker, she drilled Ryuk on his plan; again and again and he never skipped a beat, questioned everything. She could tell, though, that this was one man she wanted--needed--on her side. She hated admitting things like this her natural fairy pride got in the way, but Ryuk was just smarter than her. Ezralda looker like she was about to go hiking, currently. She had on a tight shirt that hugged her as if another layer of skin; dark midnight blue in color. She was wearing a pair of pants that were hugged her legs and shins equally as tight as her shirt--these though were black in color. Over it all she wore a heavy winter parka, lined with the white fur of some majestic, arctic, beast--perhaps a wolf, fox or hare. Her curly blue hair was tied back in a loose pony tail and angled in a diagonal from the top of her forehead to just above her her inhuman, feline right eye seemed dull in comparison to her strange right eye--the whole thing black as night, with a feline slit that shined a bright blue in the dimly lit underground shelter. Her soft skin was a porcelain white, perfect and flawless, as if she'd never had so much as a scratch before--a stark contrast to her dark blue hair. Her cheekbones were soft and transitioned into a equally soft angel for her nose. The final touch to her ensemble was a pair of winter boots. It was strange, outside it was nearly seventy degrees Fahrenheit, but yet every time she exhaled her breath showed, as if it were below freezing I'm the room. Despite Ezraldad interrogation, Ryuk didn't seem the least bit perturbed. “Ezralda, I need to make this pointedly clear,” be said, arms folded and leaving against a concrete wall, “the most important part of this plan is that we do things quietly. I would highly doubt they have a detection system running the entirety of each island, however I'm sure they have cameras somewhere. I don't remember the last time I made a plan with a variable as large as that attached to it.” "That makes sense,” her voice gentile and distant, cold even “however the collective ability here is such that I'm not worried about much. We have our rendezvous point established.” She checked off a mental list on her fingers, “we have a well planned timeline of events that could transpire, and in the absolute worst case scenario we will fight our way back together and then leave as a group.” She got to the last finger she had raised and said, “And the island is also in a deep winter right now, so that is nothing but advantageous as we will be in my home element.” Footsteps echoed down the concrete steps, the vibrations bouncing around the massive empty bunker. “Well,” Ryuk said standing up straight, “it appears our team is arriving.” -----Gregory----- “You can’t be serious, Logan!” Gregory was irate, furious over the order given to him to help The Order! “Are you mad?!” He was breathing heavy, growing in-between, and face blood red, “I can't even--” Gregory was knocked back, a flattened nose and blood running down his chin. He wasnt dazed though, he stayed down. Knowing his place in the pack. He was out of line, and he knew that, but dammit Logan wasn't thinking straight. Logan barked, “I don't remember asking you, Beta!” Logan was fierce now, his age, wisdom, and strength bleeding into his raspy blue collar voice, “Are you challenging me, boy? Do you wish to be Alpha?” The small cabin they were in got instantly quiet, Trisha glaring daggers at Logan--silently agreeing with Gregory. “Calm down, Logan--” Logan barked back at her, fierce, “Trisha! Damn it” he was beyond himself, clearly torn. This was not a decision he wanted to make, Gregory could tell, “I can't be calm when our people our on the edge of civil war. We need to be united, respected, and strong.” He lowered his voice, “And if that means playing a little political correctness and trying to help people who don't deserve it, then that's something I think we should do.” “They can't be--” Gregory started but stopped, he had pushed Logan enough. This was not a battle he would win. “Yes, Logan, I understand now. I apologize.” Logan turned and left, obviously frustrated. As he walked out into the neutral North Dakota air he said, “I know this is hard, and a lot, but I asked for you a reason and only because I cannot do it myself. You know as well as I do if I leave things will crumble.” Trisha helped Gregory up, “Go and say goodbye to your wife, Greg.” The rough and strong women very rarely showed affection, “Do not worry for she is in good hands, we are heading back to Alaska tonight. There will be nowhere safer for her than there.” “Alright.” Gregory snorted and spat out blood, his nose had already healed itself. Gregory did not want to do this. He could smell the vampire standing watching, eyeing him as we walked towards the bunker. Come over here and I'll rip your fucking throat out, dick sucker. He kept those thoughts to himself, instead just silently walking forward, the heavy pounding of his boots banging on the carved concrete steps, echoing through the bunker.
  20. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Eleanor Pengallion - With her eyes locked on this new arrival, Ellie heard the body hit the ground beside her but it was only when Willow spoke that she glanced across. She immediately took in Willow and the fact that Jinkama was on his back with a large gash where his throat should be. Willow stated that he was about to die, which Ellie internally agreed with, and then turned to the new arrival and spoke his name. What followed next between Willow, Zane, and this Octavius was a mystery to Ellie as she knelt down next to Jinkama and focused on saving his life. Without touching anything, she ran her hand over the wound slowly, taking in what had happened. The slash wasn’t actually that deep in that it only cut through Jinkama’s carotid arteries and the top layer of flesh in between. Whatever weapon had been used had missed his trachea and the parts in that area; Ellie guessed this had been deliberate to cause a certain effect on the person slashed. Then she sensed magic pulsing from the wound and another sweep of her hand told her it was Jinkama’s own magical energies. Then it dawned on her; whatever Jinkama had done in his own wound was the only reason he was still alive. With both the wound and Jinkama’s preventative methods diagnosed, Ellie got to work in actually healing it and saving Jinkama’s life. First she pushed her fingers into the wound until she felt them come across Jinkama’s barriers. Luckily he had used his first iteration and so it took Ellie less than a second to unravel it and dispel them. With that done, Jinkama’s blocked blood flow spurted into the air in a high arc. He’s going to need more blood after this, I wonder what type he is? A quick barrier spell of her own prevented the blood from covering for her as she took the arteries in her fingers and started kneading her own life force into Jinkama’s cells. It was the most effective method of healing Ellie knew and usually magical based being stayed away from it as if you used it too much, you would die. However, Ellie knew that simply reattaching the severed pipes wouldn’t be dangerous. It took a minute but then colour started to return to Jinkama’s face as the blood flow was restored. With that done, she switched to more conventional healing magic, pulling in energy from the nature around her, and moved her finger over the neck wound as if she was smudging a chalk drawing. The wound closed and Jinkama looked as good as knew, except he was unconscious. Ellie started to turn away, to lend a hand to Zane and Willow when she noticed something sticking out of the back of Jinkama’s neck. She turned his head to the side and found 6 hair-thin wires sticking out of the flesh of the nape of his neck. When Ellie tied to pull them free they didn’t budge an inch. Using her scanning magic again, she followed the wires down and was surprised when she found that they carried on to the base of his pine, intertwining around the vertebrae of his spine. “What in blazes.” She said, looking up towards where Zane and Willow confronted the intimidating Octavius. ================================================================================== - Octavius -- Willow had indeed improved as Octavius didn’t even react when she dashed forward and settled on his shoulders, pulling his arms up and out so he looked like a scarecrow. As she boasted in his ear, rightly so as well, Octavius instead let out a sigh, even as the suited man ahead of him readied an attack. Her lock was good, even he could admit that, but in the time she claimed she had become strong, Octavius had been killing some of the most important and people in the world. Killing them in such a way that no-one had even realised they had been dead for a couple of days. It appears my little sister has forgotten what I am, what she is meant to be. He thought and then turned his head at an angle so he could look at Willow’s face. “Oh dear sister, I’m so proud.” There was no sarcasm to his tone, he was actually proud of her growth. “But I’m going to have to bring you back, in pieces if needs be; do you remember Helsinki? That old couple? What I do to your new friends will be much worse.” Before Willow could answer, the suited man acted and their sibling conversation was cut off. ================================================================================== - Zane Pengallion - Zane didn’t know why his face showed surprise when he lost sight of Willow for a second; she had always been Ryuzaki level of fast when she wanted to. He didn’t know how strong this Octavius was supposed to be, but Zane could tell the man hadn’t expected Willow to catch him in the lock she had on him. This gave Zane a unique opportunity to get in a free attack before things turned sour. He glanced back at Ellie as she worked on the disabled Jinkama and then focused his attention back on Octavius. Time to put an end to this. He thought as he switched out his shield for his second pistol again. He raised them to Octavius’ chest and then lowered it so he was aiming at his lower legs; he didn’t want to accidently hit Willow if Octavius tried to dodge. In a flash, he pulled the triggers on his pistols and four red bars of light shot out and aimed to pierce Octavius through the knees and waist. As the energy neared him, Octavius dropped his gaze from Willow and locked his intense green eyes on Zane. The bolts drew closer and Zane expected Octavius to dodge at any second, but he didn’t and the shots took him through the locations Zane had aimed at. However, they apparently did no damage as Octavius’ form distorted and then faded away; this left Willow to drop to the floor with a hint of surprise. Nothing happened for a second and then Octavius appeared a number of feet away with a smile on his face. Zane instantly fired another 3 shots but the figure distorted and disappeared again. Zane didn’t try to find him and instead dashed forward until he slid to a stop next to Willow, who was still sitting low on one knee. “Who the hell is this guy, Willow? He moves like you?” Suddenly, Octavius appeared above Zane, inverted so their heads were nearly touching. Octavius reached up and moved to grasp Zane’s head in his hands, clearly going to snap his neck with ease. Willow was as fast as ever as she whipped out Zane’s feet from beneath him and dropped him to the floor and out of Octavius’ current reach. As he fell, Zane levelled his pistoled into the air and fired three more red shots; these missed as well and Zane rolled backwards and back up onto his feet, Willow stood in front and slightly to the right of him. Three more thin, flat blades suddenly appeared in Zane’s chest and he looked down in annoyance. He dispersed one pistol and pulled out the blades that lacked blood from around his centre vault storage. As before, the blades were clean and no blood appeared to on Zane’s cloths; the only evidence he had been stabbed the holes in his waistcoat and shirt. Willow looked at him with her blank face and Zane took it to be a question. He shrugged and turned slowly to see if he could pick up some kind of trace of where Octavius had moved to. He dispersed his two pistols and summoned his shield onto his left arm. With that done, Zane dropped to one knee and rested the edge of the circular shield on the ground to his side. “Come on, have at thee.” He said and the iris’ of his eyes shrunk to near pinpricks. ================================================================================== The Realm of the Elementals, Ring of Fire… - Michael Sanderford - Despite is incorporeal form and the fact he was currently in a state of living flame, the feeling stuck Michael as if he was sat back on earth. It wasn’t anything dreadful or anything powerful enough to worry him, but it struck a nerve inside of him. The mass of flame before him seemed to notice his thoughts and swirled around him until it formed into a face that looked like a fox had crossed with a spider. “What is it? What do you sense?” The mouth of the fox-spider hybrid didn’t move but the voice echoed around the area as if shouted at full volume. Michael floated laterally and aimed his own voice at the head of the monster. “Nothing important, father, just something from the human realm.” “The human realm? It has been many years since you have last step foot there.” “It has been 8 years, father, since my last visit on Eleanor’s wedding day. Even then, I only attended since she wanted me to walk her down the aisle.” Michael’s form warped into that of his human body for a second before it returned to its malleable form. “Strange customs, humans have.” The creature said and then smiled grotesquely. “Again, now. And prove to me your worth.” 3 spheres of what appeared to by the purest flame, like 3 suns, grew in front of the creature and Michael’s changing form hovered in front of it. “A pitiful attempt to scare me, father. Now, come.”
  21. - Raphael Ginta - Sticking to the plan he had told his lieutenants, Raphael simply sat and listened to what the other’s had to say. He picked up on the fact The Order seemed to be failing in regards to getting spies onto these new islands and made a mental note of it. If The Order was so inclined to information, Raphael suspected the spy he had killed in his own organisation was with them. He also noted that Erevis had dedicated his two bodyguards as his representatives. Raphael did not know either of them, the one who had tried to whisper to Erevis or the silver haired one whose face and not changed from stoic since he had entered. When the Risulka asked if there was any more queries or concerns, mentioning that the supernatural community should know what was going on, Raphael opened his mouth to speak. He was beaten to the punch by Lisanna, who dedicated the one called Michael and walked off with her bodyguard. With her gone, Raphael jumped in. “I’ll agree to this venture for now. If what Risulka has said is true and this artificial island is to be some sort of prison for the supernatural, then I will gladly assist in changing that fact.” He raised his right hand and Sophia took a step forward so she was level with him. “Celia here will be my liaison in the matter. You may contact her when you’re ready to begin; apparently you know how to do that.” He poised the last words at Risulka, staring at her from behind his mask. He stood up and he felt the power of the truth spell fade away from his body. Raphael then tightened the gloves on his hands by pulling them at the wrist; despite the fact they had not been loosened at any point. He turned on his heel and stepped around his chair, heading for the door that had closed when the meeting had begun. Kai and Sophia stepped in behind him. ================================================================================== - Sophia Nurnhurst - As the man matched her gaze, Sophia held her smile, glad he had not shied away. As their gazes remained locked on each other, the crack on her mask that showed her mouth started to widen and the ends started to rise as if becoming a smile. More, nearly invisible, cracks started to appear on her mask as she was about to really freak the man out. However, Kai glanced at her and she came to her senses. If she did that, the others here might view it as some sort of attack and then things would tumble out of control quickly. Tilting her head back to the correct angle, the cracks disappeared and the mouth-hole returned to its natural state. When Raphael raised his right hand, Sophia got the message and stepped forward, remaining unreadable when he designated her his representative in the matter. This both pleased and disappointed her; on one hand, it meant Raphael truly trusted her power and decision making abilities, on the other, it meant she would likely be separate from him for a time and that was always bad news in her books. She moved her gaze from the pony-tailed man, inwardly cursing that she had had to drop the stare first, and looked at each leader in turn as Raphael showed his displeasure once again that Risulka had desecrated his homeland. When he got up, she dutifully fell in behind him and shot one last glance behind her at her staring contest partner before turning back to Raphael and heading towards the large double doors. She wondered if Risulka would let them leave, or whether she would stop them here. Part of her wanted the Winter Queen to stop them, just to see what Raphael would do.
  22. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Zane Pengallion - The two figures had stood up and brushed themselves down and Zane had let them do so without further instruction they not move. When they were both done, they both levelled their gazes on Zane and he couldn’t help but let a small grin slid out. “Now then…care to expl….” He started when the girl’s hands blurred and Zane’s keen eyes picked up a number of thin metal needles flying in his direction. Nearly lazily, Zane used the barrels of his two pistols to knock the needs out of the air before they hit him. Now with no pistol levelled at him, the large, armoured singlet wearing man approached with surprising speed and swung down a tree-trunk of a right arm at Zane’s head. With the needles dealt with, Zane turned and caught the arm on the back of his left forearm and took the weight for a second before pushing outwards and diverting the blow to his side. Using the wrestler’s momentum against him, Zane got both his pistols against the man’s chest and pulled the triggers simultaneously. Blue energy flashed and the man was sent flying backwards, flipping head over heels a few times before coming to a stop. Not that Zane was concentrating on him as he spun and levelled a pistol on where the girl had been standing moments ago. Now, she was flipping over his head and a chain appeared in her hands, extending and catching Zane around the neck. However, with one pistol levelled, the other had been held up and Zane managed to get the barrel between the chain and his neck, stopping it from strangling him. The girl’s falling momentum jerked him backwards and Zane realised that she was now in line with the pistol that was pointed into the air thanks to her chain. He pulled the trigger and the blue bolt shot out and caught the girl in her shoulder, spinning her in the air. The chain came loose and Zane quickly pulled free of it, spinning and levelling both pistols on where the girl was about to land. However at the last second, the girl seemed to change trajectory in mid-air and she started moving sideways. Zane changed his aim and fired off a few shots as the girl started to circle around him; where his shots hit the ground, debris was thrown into the air. As Zane tracked the girl to keep her in his sights, the light died at his side and he glanced left to see the wrestler had gotten back to his feet and was now close enough to attack. Bracing for impact, Zane took a double-handed axe handle blow to his right shoulder but spun with it to avoid most of the damage. As he spun the guns faded away and Zane called forward his circular shield on his left arm and his longsword in his right hand. The wrestler was surprised at the change of weaponry and Zane took advantage by slamming the edge of the shield into the man’s gut. He bent over with a gasp for air and Zane quickly swung upwards with his sword and sliced into the man’s face. The blow was shallow but an arc of blood was sprayed into the air and the man’s head was flung back. Zane spun quickly and sliced the man across the belly; his superior sword cutting through the man’s armour like it was butter. The wrestler cried out and grabbed at his belly but Zane jerked forward and caught him in the bridge of his nose with his shield edge. Back the wrestler’s head went again and Zane stepped forward and sliced the inside of the wrestler’s right knee, then circled around him and sliced the outside of the wrestler’s left knee. The man dropped heavily to his knees and Zane cut a large gash into his back. On the peak of the rotation he used to cut the man’s back, Zane saw the weighted end of a Kusarigama weapon flying at him from the hands of the girl; the source of the chain from earlier. In record speed his sword and shield disappeared and his two pistols took their place. One shot the weight from the air, knocking it into the floor where the girl quickly pulled it back to her, and the other shot the man in the back of the head with a blue bolt, causing him to face plant into the dirt. The girl was quick on her feet and closed the distance between them quickly, aiming a slicing attack with the sickle part of her weapon. Zane swayed backwards to avoid the blade and fired up at her face. Impressively she dodged the attack with a jerk of her head and spun to send the weight and chain to hit him in the chest. Zane rolled forward, under the chain and past the girl and as he rounded his pistols on her, Ellie’s voice appeared in his head. Try to take one of them alive, would you? We need to find out who they are and how they managed to get in here without the wards working. Zane didn’t reply, simply sending an affirmative noise as he rolled past another spinning attack by the girl and was surprised when she dodged his shots once again. He snarled but it was drowned out as the wrestler roared and appeared behind Zane. Having enough of the man, Zane pointed one of his pistols at him and pulled the trigger twice. Instead of the normal blue bolt, two red bolts fired off and pierced the man through the chest; leaving two holes where the man’s heart had used to be. While he had done that, the girl had jumped into the air and sent her sickle spinning towards him, chain in tow. Zane easily dodged the blow and with a quick switch to his sword and shield, he tangled her chain in his sword and pierced it into the ground, forcing the girl towards him by standing on her chain and jerking her forwards. The girl threw some more needles mid-flight but Zane blocked them with his shield and when she was within range he slammed the edge into her spine and knocked her to the floor. She screamed and Zane hit her again, shattering a vertebra about halfway up her back. As she cried out again, the pain clear in her voice, Zane forced a foot under her chest and kicked upwards, giving him room to grasp the girl around the throat. He lifted upwards and as he did so, the girl seemed to digitize before disappearing completely. Zane pulled his sword free from the ground, letting the Kusarigama fall to the floor and then switched the sword and shield back to his pistols before turning and looking to see where Ellie had gotten to. ================================================================================== - Eleanor Pengallion - The soldier in front of her screamed as the fire engulfed him and then stopped when he realised that the fire seemed not to affect him. Ellie smiled and let out a small chuckle before waving her hand and making the flame disappear. “Come now, why would I want to kill you when you have to answer my questions?” She chuckled again and the soldier replied by raising his rifle and firing a burst of rounds. Ellie, anticipating the attack, fell backwards to avoid the bullets and then continued the flip, placing a hand on the floor for stability and ended up on one knee with the hand still pressed firmly against the ground. She looked up and the ground began to freeze until a long path of it was between her and under the soldier’s boots. Another burst of rounds fired off but Ellie rolled to dodge them and raised her hand to send a blast of force into the soldier’s chest. He took a step back to steady himself but it slipped on the ice and he ended up on his back. As he struggled to get back to his feet, Ellie appeared next to him and placed the base of her staff on his neck, balancing on his Adams apple without any real force. “You are clearly outmatched, my friend, how about you give up and we can have a nice chat?” The man snarled and managed to spin, using the ice to his advantage, until he had wrapped his legs around her staff in an MMA style movement. Before Ellie could react, he had braced and her staff broke in two places. She stepped back with a noise of indignation and cursed. “I liked that one.” She said as the soldier scrambled to his feet and levelled his rifle at her. However, they were close enough that Ellie simply stepped forward and clasped a hand around the barrel of the weapon. Immediately it started to heat up and even before the solider could drop the weapon it melted into a puddle of molten metal on the ground. Trained as he clearly was, the soldier quickly dropped his hands and drew a pistol that had been holstered on his belt. Ellie however, placed both of her hands on either side of his face in a gentle caress. Instantly swirling lines of green started to cover his face, coming from her hands. “I’ve just poisoned you, so you know. Naturally, I’m the only one who can cure it. So, how about that chat?” The Solider replied by placing the muzzle of his pistol to her chest. Ellie sighed and grabbed the pistol, where it started to vibrate before falling apart into its component pieces. The soldier looked surprised but quickly drew a knife and jabbed it forward. Ellie blocked it with her hand, allowing the blade to pass through the palm of her hand until it stopped. Ellie pushed lightly on his chest and in his surprise, the solider let go of his knife and watched as Ellie lifted her hand and held it in front of her face. “Ow.” She said before pulling the blade free and throwing it behind her, keeping her gaze on the blood that was now dripping from her hand. As both Ellie and the soldier watch the blood drip, he suddenly wavered and dropped to one knee. “Did you forget my poison, my dear?” she said and lowered her hand to look at him. “Just agree to talk to me and I’ll cure it.” The soldier grimaced and shook his head from side to side. “Seriously?” she asked and he nodded. She sent a quick psychic message to Zane, telling him to capture one of his, and then looked down at the soldier who was looking at her as if waiting for something. “oh…” she suddenly said. “You think I’m going to save you regardless? Because I’m on the side of ‘good’?” She chuckled and patted the man on his fiery red hair. “Poor boy; I haven’t been that naïve for a long time. Nighty night.” The man stared at her as froth started at his lips before he collapsed forward, dead. “Well, shit.” Ellie said and linked back to Zane to ask whether he had managed to capture one. When he confirmed he had, she smiled. “Well, at least we’ll have one to question.” She said before walking in Zane’s direction. ================================================================================== - Jinkama Ryukin - Both left-hand and right-hand struck simultaneously with their blades but Jinkama quickly deflected both of them and delivered a double blow to each of their faces, forcing them backwards. They struck again and Jinkama blocked again before countering again. Well, it seems the joints really are the weak spots. He thought as he knocked left-hand’s blade away and stepped in to catch its sword elbow. He gripped tightly and rotated suddenly and the joint popped out of place. Right-hand swung in and Jinkama hopped back to avoid the blow and dropped to one knee to strike at Right-hand’s right knee and popped it out of place with an expertly placed knuckle punch. Noticing that Jinkama was planning, the two samurai started attacking more ferociously and with more speed. Left-hand had switched sword hands so Jinkama got confused which was which as they switched positions and attack relentlessly. However, he knocked each attack away and in between each of the attacks he managed to get in and dislocate the other arm on Left-hand and Right-hand’s non sword arm. Suddenly the two withdrew from close quarters and Jinkama nearly fell over from the sudden change. They both look at him and Jinkama imagines their expressions behind their masks. Then, without warning, they turned to face each other and pierced each other’s chests with their swords. Jinkama actually jerked back with surprise and then shook his head in disappointment. “Seriously? I get the guys who chicken out and kill themselves instead of fighting to the end?” He sighed dramatically and turned around to head back to the Estate and Cern and Elijah. However, before he had taken more than three steps, a noise behind him made Jinkama turn around. The two samurai seemed to take liquid form and slammed into each other, swirling around until they formed one single fighter. It still wore their armour, if with more plates, but it now sported four arms and four glowing blades. Jinkama’s smile spread from ear-to-ear. “Oh, no, this is much better!” he said and charged forward. The super samurai went on the immediate attack and started a lightning fast series of attacks. Jinkama could still block the blades, they seemed not to have changed despite doubling in number, and so he knocked the attacks away until he was back in ultra-close range. With a quick series of grabbing attacks of his own, he had dislocated the super samurai’s four arms and they hung limply by its side. With a sigh of disappointment, he took a stance and delivered a powerful blow to his opponents open chest, caving in the armour and sending it flying backwards where it came to a stop lying on its back, finished. “Bloody weaklings.” Jinkama said and brushed invisible dust from his hands. For a second he felt something brush his arm and as he turned to see what had happened, it felt like someone had tugged the floor out from under him as he was sent tumbling through the air. He landed back on the ground in a heap and quickly got back to his feet. Jinkama spun around quickly, trying to see what had happened but he felt something brush across the back of his ankle and once again, he was sent tumbling through the air. This time, Jinkama managed to adjust himself and landed on his feet. “Ok, ass wipe, fight me like a warrior!” he shouted when a presence suddenly appeared behind him. He tried to turn around but something prevented him from doing so. “Oh dear mage.” The figure said, his voice light and jovial. “I hear you’ve been inappropriate with my little sister.” Before Jinkama could answer he felt something run across his throat and suddenly something warm and wet started to stream down his chest. He looked down and saw the redness and could only make one conclusion; this was his blood. In his shock, his golden skin returned to normal and he fell to his knees. “Don’t be mistaken, little mage. I did not come here to fight you; I came here to kill you.” Without a sound the figure disappeared, Jinkama only aware because he was now free to move. Not that he could with his throat cut and his blood leaving his body at an extreme rate. Thinking as fast as his blood deprived brain could go, he raised his right hand and a translucent aura appeared over his index finger and thumb. He took a deep breath and jammed the two fingers into his wound. The pain shook through his body but he ignored it as he found the end of the arteries the figure had cut and created a tiny aura over the severed ends, thus stopping the blood flow. This would only slow his death, however, as his brain was soon going to run out of the oxygen his blood provided it. 3 minutes probably, 4 since I’m so awesome. Was his last thoughts before he fell face first into the ground and the blackness took him. ================================================================================== - Zane Pengallion - Zane and Ellie hadn’t split up too far so they had met back together merely minutes after they had finished with their opponents. They stood close to each other and were discussing what was going on. “How is it possible for them to be within the wards with no repercussions?” Zane asked, all his weapons in his vaults. Ellie shook her head. “This is all very strange. However, with the prisoner you captured, we should be able to get some answers very soon. Let’s make sure everyone else here is sorted and safe though.” It was at this point she realised it was raining and looked over to a flash of lightning. “That’s no Prideux lightning, is Reason here?” Zane shrugged. “That makes it likely. Should we go see what she’s up to?” “I’ll head to her, you head to the main entrance, I sense Elijah and Cern in combat.” Ellie said and the two touched hands before starting to walk off. However, before Zane had taken more than a single step, something brushed his arm and he suddenly felt himself flying through the air, head over heels before he crashed into the ground. He heard a light cry and saw that the same thing had happened to Ellie. What the…? He thought as something brushed his right leg and once again both he and Ellie were flung into the air. As he tumbled, as if the ground had been pulled from under him like a rug, he glanced around and his keen eyes notices something attached to his leg where he had felt the light brush. When the pair landed in a crash, he glanced at Ellie and saw the same thing on her left arm. This time he felt nothing but the two of them were flung into the air for a third time. This time, however, Zane guessed what he was looking for and he summoned his sword into his right hand. With a twisting motion, his sword flashed quickly and he cut through what appeared to be super thin wires that were attached to him where he had felt whatever touch him. As they started to descend, Zane sliced across where he could see them attached to Ellie. No longer being pulled, the two of them managed to align themselves and land without trouble. Ellie with a plume of air before gently landing on the floor, and Zane with a heavy thud onto his feet. Before either of them could move, Zane felt the brush again but this time he immediately sliced through the wires on both him and Ellie before they were sent flying. Without a word, the pair spun back-to-back and started searching to see what was attacking them. In a blur of motion, a tall figure appeared before Zane, clapping slowly. He was taller than Zane by nearly two clear feet and was as thin as a stick, with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. His black hair had been styled into dreadlocks that hung to his chin and he had green eyes that seemed to reflect the light. He was wearing a pair of black suit trousers with a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow, and his feet were bare. A rough brown poncho was resting on his shoulders. “To think it would be the experiment that would see through my tricks.” The man said, his voice mocking. Zane snarled and his sword and shield combo disappeared and he switched to his guns, firing off two red bolts instantly. The man didn’t move and the bolts seemed to bend around him and disappear into the distance. He tilted his head disapprovingly and shook his finger. Zane started forward but Ellie caught him by the wrist and he felt something pass over his entire body. “I’ve cause a slick spell; he shouldn’t be able to attach those strings to us anymore.” She said and Zane nodded. Suddenly a long flat blade, like that from a Stanley knife, pierced his chest about an inch to the right of his central vault storage device. He looked down and frowned as Ellie gasped. Zane made his left gun disappear and pulled the blade free of his chest, revealing it had no blood on its surface and none was leaking from the apparent wound. He threw the blade to the ground and summoned his shield. The man watched him with a strange twinkle in his eyes. “This next time he attacks, I’ll end this.” Zane said with a snarl as Ellie readied herself behind him. “Good, I’ll provide backup; like old times.”
  23. - Raphael Ginta - Raphael looked at each person as they entered, flanked by the guards of their choice. He burnt their features into his memory, fulfilling the promise he had made to his own guards. Out of the eight gathered organisations, Raphael knew only the Fae and The Order, although it was the first time he had seen the faces of their leaders. The others he was not aware of but knew that if the Queen had called them here, they were pretty big players in the world at that moment in time. Raphael had ended up with Lisanna of the Summer Fae on his left and an old man that looked like he was about to collapse at any point on his right. He didn’t know what organisation he was leader of but presumed it to be music based judging by the treble clef carved into the back of his chair. The heat that came off Lisanna was nearly unbearable but Raphael knew that his two subordinates would be having more trouble with it then he was; temperature had always been a very minor irritation to him, regardless of its extremity. Once everyone had arrived, Lisanna causing a minor ruckus when she noticed another Summer Fae in the room that wasn’t with her, Raphael remained silent and kept his gaze on Risulka. As things progressed, Raphael was not impressed when it was revealed some kind of truth spell was to be instigated in the meeting; especially if it forced an individual to answer a question directed at them. He took solace in the fact that the same spell meant the people there couldn’t go off topic and gain answers on other things while everyone had to speak truthfully. As the droplet of blood moved towards him, Raphael considered for a second repelling it, he most likely could, but decided against it; there was no reason to cause a ruckus so early on. It pressed against his silver mask, but Raphael could feel the energy seeping into his body. The pulsing headache caused by the string around his head rose steadily with each condition set upon them and Raphael couldn’t help but grimace at the pain; he was glad his mask hid his expression. He felt Sophia move behind him but she stopped at a signal from his hand; clearly she could see he was in pain and would do anything to remove him from it. When the spell vanished, taking the pain with it, Raphael let out a controlled breath and settled in for a meeting the Winter Queen clearly thought to be incredibly important to induce such magic. The explanation of Nirvana and its associated islands was quick and concise, and with Erevis’ input, filled with surprising detail. Of course, Raphael was aware of the creation of an artificial island but had no idea to their purpose. To find out that the humans intended to confine the supernatural elements of the world to it was somewhat of a shock. How did they intend to force those who did not want to go? That aside, Raphael watched with interest at the clear relationships these powerful individuals had. I wonder if they ever even considered me a threat? Or even considered me before Risulka invited me to this meeting? No matter, for now I shall remain silent and take in as much information as I can. - Sophia Nurnhurst ­- The heat coming off Lisanna, who was to their right, was a pain and Sophia was glad she could not perspire. Everything happened so quickly after that that Sophia couldn’t keep up, only moving at one point when it was clear Raphael was in pain; during the truth spell activation. However, he waved her away surreptitiously and Sophia was glad when the pain obviously disappeared. She glanced at Kai, noting the sweat on his forehead, and knew that while she had been concerned with their leader, he had kept his gaze on the other guards in the room, ensuring they weren’t about to try something while the leaders were occupied. Clearly they had been as shaken as the Crescent moon members as Kai looked content; almost smug. Six islands? Six people to investigate them? That math doesn’t make sense. Sophia thought, glancing at others while keeping an eye on the back of Raphael’s head. While she was looking around, she locked eyes with the male bodyguard of the organisation that was sat opposite them on the table. He had a stern face and long hair that seemed ready to burst from the ponytail he had it styled in, a medallion was hung around his neck. While keeping her eyes locked on the man, Sophia tilted her head to the side and smiled beneath her mask. Her mouth was barely visible through the cracked smile shape on her mask and Sophia wondered what he thought of her with her hair, eye, and mask combo.
  24. The Demon Horde OOC (Open to all!)

    Due to commitments to our other RP (These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies) I will be putting this RP on Hiatus until we are all done with that. If anyone still wishes to join at a later date, make a mention of it here and I'd be happy to boot it back up. Ta ta for now.
  25. This here RP is open to any and all who are interested! The Story So Far... For the last 3000 years, Demons have been invading earth in an attempt to take control and reign supreme. In all of this time, they have never been successful and this is down to an organisation known as The Order of the Divine. The Order of the Divine is made up of humans, known as Divines, who have the ability to channel magic; a universal energy that is wildly effective at slaying Demons. They have been protecting Earth for all this time, but as the strength of the Demons increased, the Divines have been slowly dwindling in numbers. 20 years ago, the one particular Demon orchestrated an attack so devastating that The Order was reduced to a mere handful; it only took the Demons 4 years to take full control of the planet. Now, there are only three Divines left alive: Michael, Gabriel, and Lisa. As the last surviving members, they went into hiding and bided their time until the oppurtune moment arrived. Their original plan was to locate more magically attuned humans and induct them into The Order. However, they soon found that the Demons had already hunted down and killed many of them. So they came up with a different plan, a more modern one. Professor Jacob Carnak is a brilliant scientist and inventor that works every day of his life to find a way to destroy the Demons for good and take the Earth back into human hands. He has managed to develop weapons of immense strength, and trained users capable of wielding these weapons, but he still couldn't find anything to kill the stronger Demons. Then he came across The Order, or rather they tracked him down. Using the Divines' knowledge and power, Professor Carnak invented a magically enhanced machine that allowed him to amalgamate magic and technology; two previously incompatible existences. Using this new machine, he created weapons he called 'Magitech', strong enough to kill any Demons they came across. The Divines and Professor Carnak trained new people, new warriors, to wield the Magitech and take the fight to the Demons; they became known as Diviniters. This is where we all come in. We will be newly trained Diviniters who can wield the Magitech and have been charged with the duty to slay the Demons and take back the earth! A few definitions below, so read on! Magitech - Weapons created by Professor Carnak to combat the Demons. They are a mixture of magic and technology and can be of any size, shape, form, function and anything else; it is entirely up to you! Professor Jacob Carnak - Jacob is the Q (you know, from James Bond) of this RP. His job will be creating and maintaining the Magitech as well as inventing cool, smaller gadgets for anyone to use. The Divines - Michael, Gabriel, and Lisa are the sole users of Magic left alive in the world. They will act as mentors to the Diviniters and train them in one-on-one combat, teamwork, and anything else that comes up that isn't technology based. World State - The world was as it was today before the Demons took over. Think apocalyptic and hell-like; Demons aren't as civilised as Humans after all. Official governments no longer exist, although small pockets may still exist. The main militaries of the world were destroyed during the Demons campaign, but of course, remnants are sure to still be in hiding. The Demons - Ruled by a stone cold badass known as Sarketh, the Demons are like organised barbarians. They are ranked in strength from 1st Ring to 7th Ring, 1st being the weakest, 7th being the strongest. Only 2 of the 7th Ring are known to exist. 1st Ring - These are the low level thugs of the Demons. They can be taken out by standard human weapons if they are hit enough times. They are the least powerful and least threatening and make up for that by attacking with sheer numbers. 2nd Ring - These are slightly tougher and can withstand most levels of small arms fire. They are generally only injured by heavy machine gun like the .50 cal. 3rd Ring - Tougher still, these guys are completely impervious to small arms fire and pretty resistant to larger calibers. These Demons are best taken care off with explosives or tank/artillery shells. 4th Ring - Normal Humans can't do much against these monsters. When they were still available, airborne missiles were the best bet against them. 5th Ring - The bigger ICBM was the only way to take down one of these bad boys. With none of these available anymore, Human's run in the presence of these Demons. 6th Ring - A nuclear attack was theorized to have been able to kill a Demon of this level but it was never achieved. No other weapon was effective. 7th Ring - Pretty much immortal and invincible as far as the Humans are concerned. Most people give up merely at the sight of one of them. So far, only two confirmed 7th Ringers exist on Earth. Any queries, questions, or anything, give us a shout and I'll do my best to answer them!