The Cuban Mage was sat cross-legged on a bed, in the shirt he had worn for eight years straight but that was now, after many wash cycles, clean. The jeans he wore were too big for him. He neither knew nor cared who they belonged to. The same went for the phone in his hand. It was an old model and wasn't working very well, and had little signal, but at least Perseus made a note of any phone numbers he may have needed to take note of. One of these was that of a contact, something to do with that girl he had worked with...he couldn't remember the contact, but he had tried Jasmin's phone several times.
The call was picked up. "Hallo?" Asked a heavily accented voice, before saying something in French.
A name came to Perseus' mind. "Agression?"
He could sense the ill smirk from Agression. "Ah, vous vous souvenez de moi...a qui je parle?"
"Uh...I don't speak French..."
"Perseus!"
"Where are you, Agression?"
"Quebec...you'll never guess what I've found."
"What?"
"Three little girls, living with their uncle, a low level Adept Mage...I am interested in these children..."
"Are they in danger?" Alarm bells began ringing in Perseus' head, always so concerned for children.
"Wait, one of the girls is the man's daughter...they are in danger..."
"Who are they? Do you know names?"
"Lydie, Clarice and Comfort. I have been watching them for a while."
His anxiety rose. "What sort of danger are they in? Agression?"
"Lydie and Clarice...are those not two of the daughters of the French Detective, Orage?"
"He's Grand Mage-" Perseus spat before he could stop himself. There was something in Agression's tone that was making him untrustworthy. "Facheux Agression, tell me what danger they are in, give me details, let me assess."
There was a sickening chuckle, a crash of glass...Perseus gasped as he heard the screams. "Agression!"
"They are in danger of me!" There was an hysterical laugh, more screaming, and then came the threat. "I'd like to see the Grand Mage. The French one. You think you can arrange that?"
Perseus found all words had left him. He made a few odd noises and listened to another laugh.
"I'll take that as a yes. You and your little web of contacts know what to do, and you of all people should know where to find me..." The connection was cut. The Cuban Mage sat there, trying to catch his breath Charles would be thrilled. He put down the phone and it began to ring. He picked it up again.
"This is Babs. We need to talk, Nyx."
"Nyx is not here. I am Perseus."
"What the hell are you doing with Nyx's phone?!"
"Trying to track down the French Grand Mage."
There was silence, some faint voices on the other end of the line, and a crackle as the phone was passed to someone new. "Who is this? Charles?" Jasmin asked, high-strung.
"Perseus. Charles is...elsewhere...but perfectly fine. I...where are you?"
"Australia."
"You need to get to Canada."
"...Why?"
"Lydie and Clarice. They're in danger. I'm going to contact Nightwish and Fiable."
"Wait-"
"I know the man who did this, I know what he's like. I have a plan, Jasmin."
-----
Jasmin bit his lip, but agreed to Perseus' terms as the plan was explained to him. He turned to the other men in the room. "I need to get to Canada...Toronto."
Fred gave a sharp nod. "I can arrange that...why?"
"Matter of life and death. Bad man has my daughters and niece."
Fred nodded again. "I know the feeling."
Lelenny gave him a confused look. "You do?"
He ignored him, taking out his phone. "This won't take long, Mr Orage."
-----
Charles sighed, sitting at a table on a door. Pons sat opposite him, playing cards. Charles scowled when his phone went off. "Hallo?" He asked down the line as Pons won the round.
"Charles!"
"Persey."
"Jasmin's safe. We're going to Toronto. Meet me there. It's am emergency."
"What...what sort of emergency?"
"Your nieces, Lydie and Clarice. Also Jasmin's niece, a girl named Comfort."
"What?"
"They're in danger. Meet me and Jasmin and Cadence at Toronto airport."
-----
He heaved a heavy sigh as he closed the connection. He went to pack his bag with clothes and food that didn't belong to him and snuck away from the house after taking enough money that wasn't his to buy a plane ticket to Toronto. This wasn't going to be good at all.
A couple of hours of an oddly turbulent flight later, and he disembarked into Canada. It was a nice summers day, and he had unknowingly been on the same flight as two of his contacts.
Charles spotted Perseus as he was getting his bags. He didn't approach him until they had passed passport control, by which point he had also spotted Cadence. Cadence approached Perseus first.
"Persey?"
"Cay! Glad you could make it!" He sped up and Cay tried to keep pace with him. It was difficult in her heels.
"Persey, you didn't tell me what this was about?"
"I didn't?"
"No..." She scowled as she spotted someone in a cafe, trying to stem a nose bleed. "You didn't tell me Jasmin was involved, either."
Charles came up behind them and cleared his throat. "Please tell me I haven't just disturbed two complete strangers...please, you two are Perseus and Cadence? I am really having trouble with my sight right now..."
Perseus nodded and took his boyfriend's hand. "I have an optician in my contacts. He's a miracle worker. Dorcas. You'll have to make do with a, uh, set of contact lenses though. He doesn't do glasses."
Charles nodded.
Dorcas held an instrument to Charles' eye. Cadence sat opposite Jasmin, who kept his eyes on the floor. Pons Exitacion sat between them, feet on the table, and Perseus was behind Charles' chair. Cadence scowled. "We were engaged."
Jasmin lowered his head even more.
"My sister had just died. You broke up with me and told me to leave the country! Why the hell would you do that?"
Jasmin mumbled something about Pourri.
"Pardon?"
"My ex-wife had just died, Cadence...you, her, Charles and Moineaux were the only people I trusted...two of them died, I saw their bodies and it made me sick. I didn't want to see another person close to me die, I had to cut off connection to them, I had to stop them being targets, and it hasn't worked! My daughters have still been kidnapped, are still being used against me, because of my stupid position of power! It means I can't be a good friend, or a good father, or anything!"
"He was worried about you...scared that he was going to get you killed." Charles offered.
"Everyone I get close to dies, and it's always my fault they were attacked!"
Charles pulled a face. "I started the fight that got Jalousie and Moyen and Poupee and all the rest killed, not you..."
"Keep your eyes open." Dorcas scolded.
Jasmin whimpered. "I dragged all of them along to the stupid club. Over half of you didn't want to go..."
"But I started the fight! You had nothing to do with it, I threw the punch that got all of McMooney and Vehemence's friends on our case!"
"I'm pregnant!" Cadence told Jasmin furiously. "Did you know that? I'm bloody pregnant and...and I've been pushed out to deal with everything by myself..."
"I'm not coping with any of this at all!" Jasmin shrieked back. "My daughter is dead, her mother is dead, my eldest blames me for both of those happening! It may well be my fault! I cannot run a country, my Sanctuary is compromised, France is under Mevolent's rule now, I've doomed my entire country, it was all I could do to so much as attempt to keep you and the girls safe, and I've failed that as well, haven't I?" He shrunk back, using the bloody tissues he'd been using for his nose to mop up the tears on his face.
Dorcas carefully placed a pair of contact lenses into Charles' eyes. The French Mage blinked rapidly, not liking the feeling at all. He frowned once he could see. His worse eye was seeing clear now, and that was the problem. He could see Jasmin's arms from here, where the jacket had pushed up a little. "You've been burning yourself..." he stated, dismayed.
The Grand Mage paled a little and tugged his sleeves down as far as they would go. "Shut up, Charles."
Cadence shook her head. It was now her turn to look at the floor.
Lydie struggled against the chains binding her to the wall. Clarice simply wailed. Agression appeared to be enjoying it. He didn't seem to notice the group of people coming through the window, not until they got to the stairs, when he turned and fired a gun into their midst. Pons was pitched head-first down the stairs. Jasmin fell over the railing, reaching out wildly and pulling poor Perseus with him. They both slowed their descent with the air, but Jasmin still had Persey land painfully on his freshly burnt arms. Charles got shot in the shoulder and Cadence shadow-walked away. Agression laughed, approaching the children. "Frivolidad, I thought you knew me better than that." He pulled a shot gun from his back, grinning, and pointed it at the two little girls. Jasmin groaned, pushed Perseus off him and saw.
"No! Stop!" He shrieked. He would have no chance of getting to Agression before he shot the gun, so, using the air, he launched himself at his daughters, throwing himself in front of them, confident his old jacket would protect them as he heard the double-barrel gun go off. He felt a sharp pain in his back, and a thunk beside it. Of course. His bullet-proof jacket was so old, so battered, that parts of it were no longer bullet-proof. Lucky shot, he thought as he heard the man reload. Perseus had been knocked out when he hit his head on the rail on the way over. Pons was unconscious. Charles couldn't see what was going on from where he was sat, trying to stem the bleed of his shoulder. Jasmin sobbed, doing his best to cover his daughters with his own body. The last thing to go through his mind was two large, lead bullets. He didn't die instantly. He knelt there, tears streaming, agony overwhelming, struggling to get a breath in. Lydie's amber eyes met his, watching in horror as the life left his eyes and he went limp over his two precious little girls. She began screaming and crying.
Charles frowned at the sound of his niece's screams. He got shakily to his feet, clutching his injured shoulder hard, and stumbled to the edge of the landing he was on. His eyes widened as he saw the blood on the back of Jasmin's head. His breathing became a little uneasy. Perseus came round with a heavy groan and Agression turned to him, reloading his shot gun. Charles flew to the bottom of the metal stairs, tripping over Pons' body and sprawling on the floor. He scrambled to his feet, ran to block Perseus from the line of fire. There was a wheezing sound coming from his boyfriend, worth concern. He spread his arms and legs out, like he was blocking a football goal. Then a hand reached from his torso, and Agression stopped grinning. He hadn't finished reloading yet. He had been gloating. Now he was rushing, dropping his bullets, terrified of getting sliced by that Gist...It was on him before he knew what was happening. He screamed as Charles Fiable's Gist raked its claws across his face and torso, doing such severe damage that he was dead in seconds. The Gist was pulled back into the French Detective, and he stumbled back, tripped and found his butt coming down hard on Perseus' chest. The Cuban Mage gave a pained wheeze and Charles willed himself to get up. His legs were like jelly, and he fell forward off his boyfriend. He looked up, saw Perseus rubbing his chest with an open hand, struggling for breath. Asthma attack. He closed the hand, kneading his chest with his fist, desperate to get some air in. Charles got to his hands and knees, looking desperately around. He went to check Agression's person, but found nothing of use. He looked at the three girls, chained together beneath Jasmin. He shakily made his way to them, pulled his brother-in-law off them and asked them desperately if any of them had asthma.
The girl he didn't recognise, Comfort, nodded. "I do...why?" She turned her head, craning her neck, and saw the fallen men, heard the wheezing.
"Do you have your inhaler on you?"
"My back pocket."
Charles nodded, digging his fingers into the pockets of her jeans, then running back to Perseus, giving him the medicine, trying his best to help him breathe.
Zacharie Souvenir and Jasmin Orage had both been killed. The brothers were laid to rest side by side, by Cadence's command, in Ireland. She refused to have them resting in a country ruled over by Mevolent. Comfort, Lydie and Clarice were put under the care of their last uncle, Charles. Charles and Perseus were staying with Dorcas, in Ireland, as for the moment nowhere else was safe for them. Pons was in hospital, having not yet woken up. His ID had identified him under his given name, Marion Darcy. Marion's condition was not good. He had broken a femur, dislocated a shoulder and was lucky not to have broken his neck. As it was, his skull was fractured. His skull! He had hit his head more times than would ever be healthy on those metal stairs. Cadence was making her way back to where Belinda used to live, now completely lost inside. Jasmin had died with her furious with him...
((Dear Fabi, writing this chapter made me cry. Please feel free to attack me with glitter throwers and flame throwers and glitter flames and all the rest.))
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Erskine Ravel: Waiting For the Snake
Erskine turned over in his bed. He could hear the tapping branch, and the sound of breathing...He could see the outlines of the cot in the darkness. He didn't feel tired and he had been lying there for hours. He had just turned away from the clock, which told him it had just gone one in the morning. Sighing softly, he propped himself up on his elbows, giving a cautionary glance to his wife to make sure he didn't awaken her, and reached out for his crutches. There was movement to his left, and he froze for a second, but it was only Dextra. She was awake. He scooped her out of the cot before she started crying, using a papoose to carry her and move at the same time. He had taken to wearing it when he went to bed to make everything run more smoothly. As he made his way down the hall, he let the baby's fretting wash over him. It was almost calming after all these recent events. She was healthy, she was there, she was still under his care. Ah, now the tiredness was beginning to hit him. He stopped for a moment, feeling a little dizzy. Everything had gotten so bad so fast. He wasn't sleeping or eating properly, the fights with Madame Mist, the threats from the whole war...he couldn't orchestrate anything, either. He was stretched to breaking point. He couldn't concentrate on anything...Mist and Popularity had taken over control and were spearheading the investigation surrounding the deaths of the medical team and the kidnapping of Antonia. Biting his lip, he looked down, meeting Dextra's golden eyes. "You're a lovely girl..." he told her sadly. "You'll always be a lovely girl, and I don't want you to forget that...at the moment, everything's just unpredictable...I can never tell what's going to happen, I can't ensure your protection, or that of your sisters...I can't even tell if Antonia's alive or not any more..." He stopped, almost choking up. "You're my daughter, and I love you, and I always will...I love all three of you, I hate thinking something bad might happen to you, but I've been put in a position where I can't actually do anything..." Dextra shut her eyes, crying. She was hungry. So was he, he thought as he was hit by another wave of dizziness. "I'll do my best to make everything all right..." He promised quietly. "I'll do my very best."
Luca Cascabel was beautiful. She had always been beautiful. Her red hair reached her mid-back. The colour was dark and the strands were thick and healthy. She wore a minimum of make-up on her pale skin, her eyes drawing most attention away with their crystal blue colour. She walked through the Sanctuary, heels clacking loudly against the floor. Unaware he was dead, her worst fear was meeting with Zeus McMooney. They knew each other far too well for her liking. In fact, she would have loved to have been the one to kill his little companion, Ebenezer, and hopefully would be able to. Before she had met those two, she had been married and had four children, three boys and two girls, and she had been a very happy young Mage...her husband had been a mortal and was almost certainly dead by now...her children, she was never sure about them and never would be. As she walked, she could feel the inner beast inside, wanting so badly to get out, break free. She hated the feeling the serum gave her. Unfortunately, she needed it tonight. She hurried up a little, biting her lip. She needed to find him really badly. She caught a flash of elder robes turning a corner ahead and ran as best she could, catching up to Popularity. "Elder!" She yelled out. He stopped and turned to face her, arching a questioning eyebrow. "I...I need to talk to Grand Mage Ravel...I know it's really late, but it's really important...what I have to say concerns his daughter...the one that's gone missing."
The next thing she knew, she was being dragged along the halls by her wrist, led to a certain room while Elder Popularity knocked heavily on the door. After a while, crying started up, then Elder Mist opened the door, glaring. She wasn't wearing her veil, and Luca frowned. She had imagined something totally different. There was an odd sound to one side of them, like someone on crutches coming near...they turned and there stood Ravel. Luca swallowed nervously as Mist asked what this was about. "I...I have information concerning the whereabouts of the kidnapped infant...your kidnapped infant..."
Ravel suddenly seemed more alert. "You know where she is?"
"No, but I know who took her...his name was Destiny...Pixie Destiny...he's a known associate of Esra Sunshine..."
-----
Memphis wasn't entirely sure how he'd come to be in Texas. He was walking down a busy road, not yet noticed by the two men sat on the edge. There was a man with a tan from his long life in the same place, eating a small pot of four bean salad. He had mousy brown hair, wavy but Mem wouldn't say curly. It was curlier than that of the detective at least. He had square glasses with purple and white frames. He had a thin, pinched face with a wart on his chin and the almost shapeless suit he wore gave unnecessary volume to his figure, masking his muscle and tattoo work and making him seem overweight. He was never looked at twice by girls, not when accompanied by his friend. The second man wore sunglasses and shorts, no shirt. He had dark skin and was soaking in the sun, head tilted back, jet black hair swept back in a French plait. He was rather dashing, and rather muscular. He licked his lips in a sexual way and his lighter skinned companion scowled at him.
"You got my text." Memphis commented once he came in earshot.
The first man jumped and looked up at the Boston detective, squinting against the sunlight. "Well if it ain't ol' Heatwave..." he muttered, evidently having had no idea who had sent him the 'urgent' message.
Memphis gave a curt nod. "Long time no see, Xerxes."
Xerxes gave a slight smile. The dark-skinned mage peered at the detective over his sunglasses and frowned.
"Nemo, where's your shirt?"
"I'm trying to attract a mate." He replied sarcastically, jerking his thumb over his shoulder, where a group of young mortal girls were giggling in an irritating way. Speaking of young mortal girls...
"How's Lala?"
"Pregnant. How's River?"
Memphis hesitated. "That's why I wanted to talk to you two..."
"This can't be good..." Xerxes muttered. Memphis had known Xerxes Bloggs and Nemo Fumes for a fair while. They had been friends of Bernard's once upon a time...in fact, they had been encouraging his affair with the German girl, Rabe.
Memphis took a deep breath. "What do you know about remnants?"
Xerxes frowned. "I'm a bit of an expert..."
"There's something up with this one..."
"How long's it been bonded to her?"
"Since before we met...she had no clue it was in her...it was like the Remnant had no power, nothing, no access...is that possible?"
"No."
He hesitated. "You know about the war going on?"
Xerxes nodded. "I've heard a few snippets, few bits and pieces, but you know me, I tend to stay away from the gossip circles."
Nemo just looked confused. "There's a war?"
Memphis smirked. "You don't know about Bernard or Amadeus or Isaac?"
"Who's Amadeus?"
"Doesn't matter, he's dead."
Xerxes looked horrified. "Is Bernard dead too?"
Memphis nodded. "Melantha's fine, though...it was her who suggested you to me."
"She would..."
"She's your sister, isn't she? She told me that was why you and Bernard fell out..." The detective took a seat beside Nemo, chewing on a fingernail.
Nemo recognised this way of acting. Memphis was purposely avoiding talking about the war. "What about this war, Mem?"
There was another hesitation. "Mevolent's back...you've heard of Mevolent, haven't you Fumes?"
He nodded. He was considerably younger than the others.
"He's got River. He wants her for something. I haven't the slightest clue what...I want her back."
The two Texans exchanged worried looks. "You want to...what?" Xerxes asked, voice climbing in pitch.
"I don't quite know yet. I want to mount a rescue mission."
"For a Remnant..."
"She's more than that to me. I was told this was the sort of thing you two did a lot of."
"Back when we had Isaac and Felicity with us, and never anything against Mevolent..."
Memphis arched an eyebrow. "You had a reputation during the war for sneaking in and out of that base of operations unnoticed...you helped rescue a Dead Men member by sneaking The Torment in once."
"Ever think the stories about me might be exaggerated?"
"Once or twice."
"...I wish they were..." With a sigh, he got to his feet. "They got your wife, they killed Binding and Sult...and the things they've done to our Elders Council...I'm surprised we weren't called in to action earlier."
Nemo looked at the floor. "That's my fault...I prefer to be a nobody..."
Xerxes scowled at him again. "Dipshit." He spat on his hand and shook Memphis'. Nemo pulled a face and got up, pulling his shirt back on.
((...The Ravel stuff, I had no plan for it until I invented Luca about an hour ago...heck, she even becomes the snake...so sorry for torturing Ravel like that...unless you don't like him any more, in which case, yey torture...Now I have a problem...I think Xerxes would be perfect if coupled with Felicity Insouciant...Mortis' sister...I really want that to happen, but there is no universe in existence in which she's alive...))
Luca Cascabel was beautiful. She had always been beautiful. Her red hair reached her mid-back. The colour was dark and the strands were thick and healthy. She wore a minimum of make-up on her pale skin, her eyes drawing most attention away with their crystal blue colour. She walked through the Sanctuary, heels clacking loudly against the floor. Unaware he was dead, her worst fear was meeting with Zeus McMooney. They knew each other far too well for her liking. In fact, she would have loved to have been the one to kill his little companion, Ebenezer, and hopefully would be able to. Before she had met those two, she had been married and had four children, three boys and two girls, and she had been a very happy young Mage...her husband had been a mortal and was almost certainly dead by now...her children, she was never sure about them and never would be. As she walked, she could feel the inner beast inside, wanting so badly to get out, break free. She hated the feeling the serum gave her. Unfortunately, she needed it tonight. She hurried up a little, biting her lip. She needed to find him really badly. She caught a flash of elder robes turning a corner ahead and ran as best she could, catching up to Popularity. "Elder!" She yelled out. He stopped and turned to face her, arching a questioning eyebrow. "I...I need to talk to Grand Mage Ravel...I know it's really late, but it's really important...what I have to say concerns his daughter...the one that's gone missing."
The next thing she knew, she was being dragged along the halls by her wrist, led to a certain room while Elder Popularity knocked heavily on the door. After a while, crying started up, then Elder Mist opened the door, glaring. She wasn't wearing her veil, and Luca frowned. She had imagined something totally different. There was an odd sound to one side of them, like someone on crutches coming near...they turned and there stood Ravel. Luca swallowed nervously as Mist asked what this was about. "I...I have information concerning the whereabouts of the kidnapped infant...your kidnapped infant..."
Ravel suddenly seemed more alert. "You know where she is?"
"No, but I know who took her...his name was Destiny...Pixie Destiny...he's a known associate of Esra Sunshine..."
-----
Memphis wasn't entirely sure how he'd come to be in Texas. He was walking down a busy road, not yet noticed by the two men sat on the edge. There was a man with a tan from his long life in the same place, eating a small pot of four bean salad. He had mousy brown hair, wavy but Mem wouldn't say curly. It was curlier than that of the detective at least. He had square glasses with purple and white frames. He had a thin, pinched face with a wart on his chin and the almost shapeless suit he wore gave unnecessary volume to his figure, masking his muscle and tattoo work and making him seem overweight. He was never looked at twice by girls, not when accompanied by his friend. The second man wore sunglasses and shorts, no shirt. He had dark skin and was soaking in the sun, head tilted back, jet black hair swept back in a French plait. He was rather dashing, and rather muscular. He licked his lips in a sexual way and his lighter skinned companion scowled at him.
"You got my text." Memphis commented once he came in earshot.
The first man jumped and looked up at the Boston detective, squinting against the sunlight. "Well if it ain't ol' Heatwave..." he muttered, evidently having had no idea who had sent him the 'urgent' message.
Memphis gave a curt nod. "Long time no see, Xerxes."
Xerxes gave a slight smile. The dark-skinned mage peered at the detective over his sunglasses and frowned.
"Nemo, where's your shirt?"
"I'm trying to attract a mate." He replied sarcastically, jerking his thumb over his shoulder, where a group of young mortal girls were giggling in an irritating way. Speaking of young mortal girls...
"How's Lala?"
"Pregnant. How's River?"
Memphis hesitated. "That's why I wanted to talk to you two..."
"This can't be good..." Xerxes muttered. Memphis had known Xerxes Bloggs and Nemo Fumes for a fair while. They had been friends of Bernard's once upon a time...in fact, they had been encouraging his affair with the German girl, Rabe.
Memphis took a deep breath. "What do you know about remnants?"
Xerxes frowned. "I'm a bit of an expert..."
"There's something up with this one..."
"How long's it been bonded to her?"
"Since before we met...she had no clue it was in her...it was like the Remnant had no power, nothing, no access...is that possible?"
"No."
He hesitated. "You know about the war going on?"
Xerxes nodded. "I've heard a few snippets, few bits and pieces, but you know me, I tend to stay away from the gossip circles."
Nemo just looked confused. "There's a war?"
Memphis smirked. "You don't know about Bernard or Amadeus or Isaac?"
"Who's Amadeus?"
"Doesn't matter, he's dead."
Xerxes looked horrified. "Is Bernard dead too?"
Memphis nodded. "Melantha's fine, though...it was her who suggested you to me."
"She would..."
"She's your sister, isn't she? She told me that was why you and Bernard fell out..." The detective took a seat beside Nemo, chewing on a fingernail.
Nemo recognised this way of acting. Memphis was purposely avoiding talking about the war. "What about this war, Mem?"
There was another hesitation. "Mevolent's back...you've heard of Mevolent, haven't you Fumes?"
He nodded. He was considerably younger than the others.
"He's got River. He wants her for something. I haven't the slightest clue what...I want her back."
The two Texans exchanged worried looks. "You want to...what?" Xerxes asked, voice climbing in pitch.
"I don't quite know yet. I want to mount a rescue mission."
"For a Remnant..."
"She's more than that to me. I was told this was the sort of thing you two did a lot of."
"Back when we had Isaac and Felicity with us, and never anything against Mevolent..."
Memphis arched an eyebrow. "You had a reputation during the war for sneaking in and out of that base of operations unnoticed...you helped rescue a Dead Men member by sneaking The Torment in once."
"Ever think the stories about me might be exaggerated?"
"Once or twice."
"...I wish they were..." With a sigh, he got to his feet. "They got your wife, they killed Binding and Sult...and the things they've done to our Elders Council...I'm surprised we weren't called in to action earlier."
Nemo looked at the floor. "That's my fault...I prefer to be a nobody..."
Xerxes scowled at him again. "Dipshit." He spat on his hand and shook Memphis'. Nemo pulled a face and got up, pulling his shirt back on.
((...The Ravel stuff, I had no plan for it until I invented Luca about an hour ago...heck, she even becomes the snake...so sorry for torturing Ravel like that...unless you don't like him any more, in which case, yey torture...Now I have a problem...I think Xerxes would be perfect if coupled with Felicity Insouciant...Mortis' sister...I really want that to happen, but there is no universe in existence in which she's alive...))
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Austin Baritone: Shadow Cloaks and Flintlock Pistols
Once out of the sewer, Austin realised he was wearing a tatty jacket that was once fancy and most likely very expensive. It was completely ruined. No longer a trench coat...more a scarf...
Gale made him rest by the road side after he had done enough complaining and crying over what turned out to be a broken leg. The redhead heaved a sigh. "Don't think you should walk any more, Aus."
Austin didn't appear to be listening. In fact, he looked like he was going to be sick, and Daemon was backing away. Gale quickly wished he had done the same when Austin did indeed throw up over the two of them. The men both looked in dismay at what now coated their clothes and then the Necromancer gave a sheepish grin in response to the Elemental's deadly glare.
Daemon rolled up Austin's trouser leg. "Ooooh dear..."
Gale looked and pulled a face. "That looks...deadly..."
Daemon bit her lip. "Gale...I don't want him to die..."
"This road is never open, this sort of thing, he's too late for Mortal help and there's no way we could possibly get him help from a Mage..." He shook his head. "Austin?"
"Mmm?" The English Necromancer raised his head, having lain straight on his back after vomiting.
"I'm going to see if I can get any help...you need medical attention, and I'm going to find someone..." He turned to Daemon. "We can't let him just die like Aleron Hadrian down below...I'll do my best to find someone..."
The female Necromancer nodded, gripping her best friend's hand. "Stay strong, Baritone..."
-----
Three people had been walking for a very long time. "My feet are so sore! Can we find somewhere to rest, Millie?" Ursa Borealis moaned. Mildred Firestone shook her head firmly.
"There are a lot of dangers circling us right now, Ursa."
"Like?" He spat back.
"Like that friend of yours who wants you kind of dead."
Ursa stopped, looking confused. "Which friend is this?"
"Fred Mould...something's happened...he's no longer on the astral plane...he's gone...I think someone tried to bring him back..."
"...I'm dead..." He reached into his (stolen) satchel, hand closing around a (stolen) flintlock pistol. He was wearing a (stolen) red coat, very similar to the pirate-like coat Ricky Sloth wore (in fact, the exact same coat off the man's back) and had freshly combed his hair with a (stolen) comb. He had given Ricky and co a good run over while they slept. His eyes locked with those of Franz Ransom. Franz said nothing. He hadn't spoken since they had lost sight of Mortis and Jayden. Mort had Wilbur again. He clenched his fists and nodded to a point ahead of Ursa. The Australian Mage turned and saw a man lying alone by the road. It was dark and cold and he probably would have died if those three hadn't turned up. Millie frowned as Ursa rushed forward, checking the man's pulse. He didn't know the man at all. The clairaudient then hurried as best she could in her heels, removing her cloak, which was of a dark shimmering material that blended well with shadows, and draped it over the man in hopes of warming him. Franz knelt beside him, tucked the cloak around him and lifted him up. He wrinkled his nose at the smell the unconscious man gave off. "He's been through the wars, Millie...looks like he's been left for dead...smells like he's been sick on himself..."
-----
The redhead with the braces rolled his hazel-green eyes. He had quite an overbite, was in a relationship with Nyx Winterwash, was tall and skinny and normally quite a nervous and fidgety person. This was, regrettably, obvious the day he stood there, shivering, holding the Tommy Gun and trying not to look up and meet the eyes of this young lady before him. "My name is B-J Maleficent...what's so funny?!"
Pixie-Twist Destiny raised a hand to stifle his laughter. When he realised he was in trouble he swallowed anxiously. "Uh...nothing...what does the B-J stand for...?"
"Billie-Jinx..."
"...Can I call you Wilhelmina?"
"What?...Oh, whatever, sure, just...don't annoy me!"
He nodded, keeping his eyes down. "You...you have a job for me?"
"I have a problem I need a little help with..." She went over to the crib in the corner. "You've done nice work so far. You could only get one of the Grand Mage's children?"
"The others were, uh, being watched...there were American council members there at the time as well...it was difficult enough getting the hospital wing clear but for the child..."
"They'll be looking for her..."
"I kept a low profile. Nobody knows I'm even in the country, apart from yourself and Arduous..."
B-J nodded, sizing up the smarmy American. He had betrayed many sides more times than anyone could count out of his pure cowardess. She wasn't sure how much she trusted him, but a clever amount would be not at all. Antonia-Lily of Ireland was fast asleep. It was easy to hear that she was struggling a little to breath. She hadn't been ready to leave the hospital yet. B-J turned back to Pixie. "I have a proposition for you..."
-----
Austin Baritone came round, just as confused as he had been before, when Gale had been looking at his broken leg. The difference was now he could swing that leg off the sofa he was lying on with no pain whatsoever. He frowned, drawing the shadow cloak, as he almost instantly dubbed it by the way it looked and the way it moved and the way it fell across him. It was nice and warm, though. He still wasn't used to nice and warm. He took a look around this strange living room, feeling a little dizzy, and very hungry and thirsty. He could smell peaches. It took him a moment to realise it was him that smelled of peaches. He wasn't wearing the clothes he had been wearing before. No, he was wearing a burgundy shirt and denim dungarees. He took a deep breath in. "Huh."
"You're awake." Came a surprised voice. Australian. Baritone whirled to face the man. A redhead with blue eyes and tanned skin.
"Uh..."
The redhead followed the line of sight of the Necromancer, leading him to the ornate flintlock pistol in his grip that had once belonged to Garnet Dorado. "Oh, uh, don't worry about this...I was just putting it in a drawer...over there." He pointed with the gun. Baritone nodded.
"Could I...see that?"
The redhead shrugged and tossed it over. "It ain't loaded." He called lazily when the Necromancer caught it with a definitive air of fear. Baritone turned it over in his hands, curious. He had never held a gun before, but he liked it. Once he had worked out how to fire it, he turned to the redhead. "This yours?"
"Nah. Owner's dead." He replied, shrugging. "You want it?"
"I do."
"Keep it."
Baritone nodded, and slowly poured his magic into it.
"Your girlfriend's downstairs, by the way."
He looked at the redhead like he was nuts. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Called 'erself Scaroe. Necro. Certainly said she was your girl."
"...Show me..."
((I have decided my murderous trio each have an ornate signature weapon, even though Gar prefers killing via garrotte, his is his pistol. Mort's is, obviously, Wilbur. Jayden's? I'll think about it...something like a knuckle duster comes to mind, but I want something more deadly...))
((Garnet's pistol...like, because I showed you all Wilbur before...and I guess now it's Austin's pistol...blame Derek...))
Gale made him rest by the road side after he had done enough complaining and crying over what turned out to be a broken leg. The redhead heaved a sigh. "Don't think you should walk any more, Aus."
Austin didn't appear to be listening. In fact, he looked like he was going to be sick, and Daemon was backing away. Gale quickly wished he had done the same when Austin did indeed throw up over the two of them. The men both looked in dismay at what now coated their clothes and then the Necromancer gave a sheepish grin in response to the Elemental's deadly glare.
Daemon rolled up Austin's trouser leg. "Ooooh dear..."
Gale looked and pulled a face. "That looks...deadly..."
Daemon bit her lip. "Gale...I don't want him to die..."
"This road is never open, this sort of thing, he's too late for Mortal help and there's no way we could possibly get him help from a Mage..." He shook his head. "Austin?"
"Mmm?" The English Necromancer raised his head, having lain straight on his back after vomiting.
"I'm going to see if I can get any help...you need medical attention, and I'm going to find someone..." He turned to Daemon. "We can't let him just die like Aleron Hadrian down below...I'll do my best to find someone..."
The female Necromancer nodded, gripping her best friend's hand. "Stay strong, Baritone..."
-----
Three people had been walking for a very long time. "My feet are so sore! Can we find somewhere to rest, Millie?" Ursa Borealis moaned. Mildred Firestone shook her head firmly.
"There are a lot of dangers circling us right now, Ursa."
"Like?" He spat back.
"Like that friend of yours who wants you kind of dead."
Ursa stopped, looking confused. "Which friend is this?"
"Fred Mould...something's happened...he's no longer on the astral plane...he's gone...I think someone tried to bring him back..."
"...I'm dead..." He reached into his (stolen) satchel, hand closing around a (stolen) flintlock pistol. He was wearing a (stolen) red coat, very similar to the pirate-like coat Ricky Sloth wore (in fact, the exact same coat off the man's back) and had freshly combed his hair with a (stolen) comb. He had given Ricky and co a good run over while they slept. His eyes locked with those of Franz Ransom. Franz said nothing. He hadn't spoken since they had lost sight of Mortis and Jayden. Mort had Wilbur again. He clenched his fists and nodded to a point ahead of Ursa. The Australian Mage turned and saw a man lying alone by the road. It was dark and cold and he probably would have died if those three hadn't turned up. Millie frowned as Ursa rushed forward, checking the man's pulse. He didn't know the man at all. The clairaudient then hurried as best she could in her heels, removing her cloak, which was of a dark shimmering material that blended well with shadows, and draped it over the man in hopes of warming him. Franz knelt beside him, tucked the cloak around him and lifted him up. He wrinkled his nose at the smell the unconscious man gave off. "He's been through the wars, Millie...looks like he's been left for dead...smells like he's been sick on himself..."
-----
The redhead with the braces rolled his hazel-green eyes. He had quite an overbite, was in a relationship with Nyx Winterwash, was tall and skinny and normally quite a nervous and fidgety person. This was, regrettably, obvious the day he stood there, shivering, holding the Tommy Gun and trying not to look up and meet the eyes of this young lady before him. "My name is B-J Maleficent...what's so funny?!"
Pixie-Twist Destiny raised a hand to stifle his laughter. When he realised he was in trouble he swallowed anxiously. "Uh...nothing...what does the B-J stand for...?"
"Billie-Jinx..."
"...Can I call you Wilhelmina?"
"What?...Oh, whatever, sure, just...don't annoy me!"
He nodded, keeping his eyes down. "You...you have a job for me?"
"I have a problem I need a little help with..." She went over to the crib in the corner. "You've done nice work so far. You could only get one of the Grand Mage's children?"
"The others were, uh, being watched...there were American council members there at the time as well...it was difficult enough getting the hospital wing clear but for the child..."
"They'll be looking for her..."
"I kept a low profile. Nobody knows I'm even in the country, apart from yourself and Arduous..."
B-J nodded, sizing up the smarmy American. He had betrayed many sides more times than anyone could count out of his pure cowardess. She wasn't sure how much she trusted him, but a clever amount would be not at all. Antonia-Lily of Ireland was fast asleep. It was easy to hear that she was struggling a little to breath. She hadn't been ready to leave the hospital yet. B-J turned back to Pixie. "I have a proposition for you..."
-----
Austin Baritone came round, just as confused as he had been before, when Gale had been looking at his broken leg. The difference was now he could swing that leg off the sofa he was lying on with no pain whatsoever. He frowned, drawing the shadow cloak, as he almost instantly dubbed it by the way it looked and the way it moved and the way it fell across him. It was nice and warm, though. He still wasn't used to nice and warm. He took a look around this strange living room, feeling a little dizzy, and very hungry and thirsty. He could smell peaches. It took him a moment to realise it was him that smelled of peaches. He wasn't wearing the clothes he had been wearing before. No, he was wearing a burgundy shirt and denim dungarees. He took a deep breath in. "Huh."
"You're awake." Came a surprised voice. Australian. Baritone whirled to face the man. A redhead with blue eyes and tanned skin.
"Uh..."
The redhead followed the line of sight of the Necromancer, leading him to the ornate flintlock pistol in his grip that had once belonged to Garnet Dorado. "Oh, uh, don't worry about this...I was just putting it in a drawer...over there." He pointed with the gun. Baritone nodded.
"Could I...see that?"
The redhead shrugged and tossed it over. "It ain't loaded." He called lazily when the Necromancer caught it with a definitive air of fear. Baritone turned it over in his hands, curious. He had never held a gun before, but he liked it. Once he had worked out how to fire it, he turned to the redhead. "This yours?"
"Nah. Owner's dead." He replied, shrugging. "You want it?"
"I do."
"Keep it."
Baritone nodded, and slowly poured his magic into it.
"Your girlfriend's downstairs, by the way."
He looked at the redhead like he was nuts. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Called 'erself Scaroe. Necro. Certainly said she was your girl."
"...Show me..."
((I have decided my murderous trio each have an ornate signature weapon, even though Gar prefers killing via garrotte, his is his pistol. Mort's is, obviously, Wilbur. Jayden's? I'll think about it...something like a knuckle duster comes to mind, but I want something more deadly...))
((Garnet's pistol...like, because I showed you all Wilbur before...and I guess now it's Austin's pistol...blame Derek...))
Monday, August 26, 2013
Scarlett Discord and anyone I've neglected: Bells of War
Nyx was in the driving seat. She's unimportant to this story, but it was her or Scarlett, and Scarlett can hardly see through his ruined glasses. Rabe was keeping Wilhelm motivated. Charles was asleep. Finally they pulled up at a strange building. It appeared to defy physics. Nyx smiled. "We're here."
The others slipped from the back of the truck. A man stood at the door of the unusual building, holding a black cane with a silver raven tip. His hair was long, blonde and unbrushed. He was wearing all black, apart from a navy sweater under the big black jacket. And his pants probably weren't black either, but thankfully he had trousers on over the top, so no-one could tell he was wearing Muppets boxers.
"Pons." Charles greeted coldly, nodding to the man.
Pons nodded back, but didn't speak. He pushed the door, and it swung upwards. Wilhelm shuddered, pressing his back to the side of the van.
"I'll, uh, guard this..."
Rabe grabbed his arm and roughly forced him to the door, with Pons' help.
"These are my new friends. They're Irish, and they claim ownership to this building." Pons stated warmly, gesturing to a black man with no hair and a white man with long black hair tied with a mustard yellow ribbon. They both looked up and kept their faces cold and impassive. Charles raised his hand in greeting, but no-one else did anything. Pons continued. "His name is Jay, and his is Mort."
"And you smell like dead dolphins." Mort stated under his breath.
"It's not our place." Jay mumbled under his breath.
"We were, uh, referred here by a man named Bayside Absurdity."
Wilhelm looked like he was going to faint. "Why are you sitting on the ceiling?"
"We can't get down." Jay replied miserably. Rabe was giggling into her fist. Someone walked out of a cupboard and frowned at the newcomers.
"Uh..."
The German girl calmed down, keeping a smile on her face and tossing her purple hair over her shoulder. "Aurora Jane, right?"
Aurora nodded, looking confused. Rabe approached her, still smiling, and punched her in the face. Pons caught her as she stumbled ("I don't need catching!") and grimaced, providing a pitiful 'oooh'. Still smiling, the purple-haired girl turned, dusting off her hands, and announced to the two murderers on the ceiling "We need to send out an emergency contact signal with a beacon device in this weird building."
Mort shrugged. "I need to kill someone." He tilted his head back to glare at the newcomers, and Wilhelm whimpered. "Mevolent and co."
"Same here. Aaaaanyway, that beacon, anyone know where it is?"
Aurora raised her hand, glaring.
"Wonderful!"
-----
Austin sighed softly as he sat up, wringing some odd goop out of his hair. "Ronnie?" He asked tiredly, shaking his friend, who was face down in the sludge they lay in. A shudder passed through the blond Necromancer. "Gale?" he called, getting worried now.
"I'm alive!"
"Oh thank God...Daemon?"
"Aye?"
He leaned over and picked up some of the sludge he was standing in. "Where are we? What happened?"
"A sewer." Daemon said.
"Things went a little wrong." Gale said.
"I can't remember anything..." Austin moaned. "I can't even remember what magic type I use..."
"But you can remember me, Scaroe and Hadrian?"
"I can remember some things..."
-----
Fred Mould sat on one side of the table, eyes narrowed at the three men before him. Lelenny and Corey stared, eyes wide, both with stupid grins on their faces. Mr T was painting his nails. Fred eventually sighed. "Milschman?"
"Dead." Lelenny replied with a bored shrug. "Mirage?"
Fred nodded. Lelenny deflated. Riordan had been his best friend back in the day. Corey Superwaffle put his feet on the table and grinned.
"What we've got here is abandoned headquarters, perfect for our own personal...uses..." He frowned, looking at the door in the corner. It was small, and you would have to crawl through it to get to the tunnel beyond, and it looked basically like the door from Coraline that led to the Other Mother's world. There was a thick black dust billowing out from behind it, swirling into the room and forming a shape. Fred's face slowly formed an ecstatic grin. "Sandy!" He yelled, jumping to his feet. Before them floated a figure of a very young man, made entirely of particles of thick, black dust. Instead of legs, he had a veritable tornado keeping him in the air. He seemed unsteady, as if he hadn't used his unusual power for a long time. Eyes wide, he looked around, eyes drinking in the people before him before he too grinned. "No way!" He cried, the dust swirling madly once more as he solidified. He went over to the small door and tried to prise it open, only to find it was locked. He called through it to someone.
"May! I can't open the door! I think it's locked!"
Someone else called back a reply. "We need to get through ASAP!"
Sandy bit his lip and turned to the others in the room, flashing an apologetic smile. "Hey guys..." He frowned at Fred. "You're a zombie..."
"I know. I'd rather remain dead."
-----
The others slipped from the back of the truck. A man stood at the door of the unusual building, holding a black cane with a silver raven tip. His hair was long, blonde and unbrushed. He was wearing all black, apart from a navy sweater under the big black jacket. And his pants probably weren't black either, but thankfully he had trousers on over the top, so no-one could tell he was wearing Muppets boxers.
"Pons." Charles greeted coldly, nodding to the man.
Pons nodded back, but didn't speak. He pushed the door, and it swung upwards. Wilhelm shuddered, pressing his back to the side of the van.
"I'll, uh, guard this..."
Rabe grabbed his arm and roughly forced him to the door, with Pons' help.
"These are my new friends. They're Irish, and they claim ownership to this building." Pons stated warmly, gesturing to a black man with no hair and a white man with long black hair tied with a mustard yellow ribbon. They both looked up and kept their faces cold and impassive. Charles raised his hand in greeting, but no-one else did anything. Pons continued. "His name is Jay, and his is Mort."
"And you smell like dead dolphins." Mort stated under his breath.
"It's not our place." Jay mumbled under his breath.
"We were, uh, referred here by a man named Bayside Absurdity."
Wilhelm looked like he was going to faint. "Why are you sitting on the ceiling?"
"We can't get down." Jay replied miserably. Rabe was giggling into her fist. Someone walked out of a cupboard and frowned at the newcomers.
"Uh..."
The German girl calmed down, keeping a smile on her face and tossing her purple hair over her shoulder. "Aurora Jane, right?"
Aurora nodded, looking confused. Rabe approached her, still smiling, and punched her in the face. Pons caught her as she stumbled ("I don't need catching!") and grimaced, providing a pitiful 'oooh'. Still smiling, the purple-haired girl turned, dusting off her hands, and announced to the two murderers on the ceiling "We need to send out an emergency contact signal with a beacon device in this weird building."
Mort shrugged. "I need to kill someone." He tilted his head back to glare at the newcomers, and Wilhelm whimpered. "Mevolent and co."
"Same here. Aaaaanyway, that beacon, anyone know where it is?"
Aurora raised her hand, glaring.
"Wonderful!"
-----
Austin sighed softly as he sat up, wringing some odd goop out of his hair. "Ronnie?" He asked tiredly, shaking his friend, who was face down in the sludge they lay in. A shudder passed through the blond Necromancer. "Gale?" he called, getting worried now.
"I'm alive!"
"Oh thank God...Daemon?"
"Aye?"
He leaned over and picked up some of the sludge he was standing in. "Where are we? What happened?"
"A sewer." Daemon said.
"Things went a little wrong." Gale said.
"I can't remember anything..." Austin moaned. "I can't even remember what magic type I use..."
"But you can remember me, Scaroe and Hadrian?"
"I can remember some things..."
-----
Fred Mould sat on one side of the table, eyes narrowed at the three men before him. Lelenny and Corey stared, eyes wide, both with stupid grins on their faces. Mr T was painting his nails. Fred eventually sighed. "Milschman?"
"Dead." Lelenny replied with a bored shrug. "Mirage?"
Fred nodded. Lelenny deflated. Riordan had been his best friend back in the day. Corey Superwaffle put his feet on the table and grinned.
"What we've got here is abandoned headquarters, perfect for our own personal...uses..." He frowned, looking at the door in the corner. It was small, and you would have to crawl through it to get to the tunnel beyond, and it looked basically like the door from Coraline that led to the Other Mother's world. There was a thick black dust billowing out from behind it, swirling into the room and forming a shape. Fred's face slowly formed an ecstatic grin. "Sandy!" He yelled, jumping to his feet. Before them floated a figure of a very young man, made entirely of particles of thick, black dust. Instead of legs, he had a veritable tornado keeping him in the air. He seemed unsteady, as if he hadn't used his unusual power for a long time. Eyes wide, he looked around, eyes drinking in the people before him before he too grinned. "No way!" He cried, the dust swirling madly once more as he solidified. He went over to the small door and tried to prise it open, only to find it was locked. He called through it to someone.
"May! I can't open the door! I think it's locked!"
Someone else called back a reply. "We need to get through ASAP!"
Sandy bit his lip and turned to the others in the room, flashing an apologetic smile. "Hey guys..." He frowned at Fred. "You're a zombie..."
"I know. I'd rather remain dead."
-----
Scarlett and Mihai had met before. The mission during the war had been on a hot day. Scarlett wore black, as usual, and Mihai had no top on, showing the armour across his belly. There were others on the mission as well. Three Necromancers: Zafira, Auron and Jalousie. They were very different and all three from different places with different accents. Jalousie hardly spoke English, unlike his dark-skinned companion, Jasmin. Dexter Vex was at the edge of the group, talking to a young redhead named Gale. The dark-haired energy thrower wiped sweat from his forehead and wished he wasn't carrying a heavy rucksack on his back. It wasn't very practical if they got jumped and added to the strain, and he wasn't a very strong man.
They were to set up camp and attack at dawn. Mihai had to sit away from the fire. The rest were gathered close to it. Scarl was asleep already. Gale was flirting with Zafira, who was doing her best to ignore him. The Frenchmen were on patrol duty. Vex and Tenebrae were grudgingly huddled close for warmth. Orage and Guepard disappeared from sight, and Viscol frowned, suspicious. He craned his neck, trying to see where the men had gone. After a few minutes there was a crash, a flash of light and they came running back to the camp, screaming. Scarl shifted in his sleep, but didn't get up until Zaf heaved him out of the way of a shot from the enemy. They quickly recognised they were outnumbered, as well as having a Child of the Spider at the front of their ranks. Someone yelled the order to retreat. Mihai thought it was Gale. Definitely one of the Irishmen. Scarlett ran for it, disorientated, and quickly found himself separated from the others. He ran until he reached the edge of a river. He couldn't swim, or turn back, and following the river didn't appear too safe. He stopped to think, when someone ran into him, knocking him over the edge.
Mihai pulled him to the surface of the water and listened pityingly to the coughing, spluttering and desperate gasps. He had lost his glasses in the current and once he had his breath back, he was using it to curse the Romanian Mage holding onto him. Mihai dragged him to shore and lay him on the ground, checking his vitals, being very careful with his claws. Naturally, the energy-thrower was shivering. The water had been freezing. Mihai helped him sit up, but he gave a hiss of pain. He was made to lie back down, and Mihai lifted the soggy black material away from his torso. The injury that sat there made it very unlikely Scarlett was going to survive here. He bit his lip. He couldn't tell Scarlett anything, as they didn't speak the same language. As far as he was concerned, Scarlett was a dead man. The guy had a hole in his chest, for God's sake.
Mihai's black eyes locked with Scarlett's grey ones. He had picked up the beacon signal all the way from Russia. Santa stepped in to translate for him. He spoke first, after the Romanian Grand Mage whispered something in his ear. "Uh...Grand Mage Viscol wishes to congratulate someone named Scarlett on surviving some kind of wound..."
Scarlett nodded. "During the war, yeah." It was just Scarlett and Rabe talking to them. The others had gone off to do something else, something to do with the twisted physics of the building. "Mi's a Grand mage now? Tell 'im we need his help with something...well, not his help in particular, but someone's help."
((...the massive block of italics almost became Vex/Tenebrae shipping...enjoy...))
They were to set up camp and attack at dawn. Mihai had to sit away from the fire. The rest were gathered close to it. Scarl was asleep already. Gale was flirting with Zafira, who was doing her best to ignore him. The Frenchmen were on patrol duty. Vex and Tenebrae were grudgingly huddled close for warmth. Orage and Guepard disappeared from sight, and Viscol frowned, suspicious. He craned his neck, trying to see where the men had gone. After a few minutes there was a crash, a flash of light and they came running back to the camp, screaming. Scarl shifted in his sleep, but didn't get up until Zaf heaved him out of the way of a shot from the enemy. They quickly recognised they were outnumbered, as well as having a Child of the Spider at the front of their ranks. Someone yelled the order to retreat. Mihai thought it was Gale. Definitely one of the Irishmen. Scarlett ran for it, disorientated, and quickly found himself separated from the others. He ran until he reached the edge of a river. He couldn't swim, or turn back, and following the river didn't appear too safe. He stopped to think, when someone ran into him, knocking him over the edge.
Mihai pulled him to the surface of the water and listened pityingly to the coughing, spluttering and desperate gasps. He had lost his glasses in the current and once he had his breath back, he was using it to curse the Romanian Mage holding onto him. Mihai dragged him to shore and lay him on the ground, checking his vitals, being very careful with his claws. Naturally, the energy-thrower was shivering. The water had been freezing. Mihai helped him sit up, but he gave a hiss of pain. He was made to lie back down, and Mihai lifted the soggy black material away from his torso. The injury that sat there made it very unlikely Scarlett was going to survive here. He bit his lip. He couldn't tell Scarlett anything, as they didn't speak the same language. As far as he was concerned, Scarlett was a dead man. The guy had a hole in his chest, for God's sake.
Mihai's black eyes locked with Scarlett's grey ones. He had picked up the beacon signal all the way from Russia. Santa stepped in to translate for him. He spoke first, after the Romanian Grand Mage whispered something in his ear. "Uh...Grand Mage Viscol wishes to congratulate someone named Scarlett on surviving some kind of wound..."
Scarlett nodded. "During the war, yeah." It was just Scarlett and Rabe talking to them. The others had gone off to do something else, something to do with the twisted physics of the building. "Mi's a Grand mage now? Tell 'im we need his help with something...well, not his help in particular, but someone's help."
((...the massive block of italics almost became Vex/Tenebrae shipping...enjoy...))
Friday, August 9, 2013
Jasmin Orage: The Stranger In The Cell and Overused Recurring Title
What he had previously thought to be a bundle of clothes shifted beneath him in the sawdust as he almost stepped on it. It was in fact a boy. He didn't want to say man. He looked about 19 and was sleep-talking in Dutch. Jasmin worked more quietly, not wishing to disturb the boy. He just thought he might be on to something when the door opened on the other side of the cell. He leapt away from the wall in a fright. A girl was thrown in. Very small, smaller than abnormally tiny Jasmin. Her hair was short and pink, her skin darkish and covered in freckles, eyes bright green, and temper flaring. Her accent suggested she was from somewhere like Manhattan. She got up as the door swung shut and screamed obscenities at the guard. The French Grand Mage rolled his eyes and the Australian Elder, Elizabeth, emerged from the hay pile and bellowed for silence, as his kids were trying to sleep. The Dutch boy asleep against the wall shifted again and got up, groaning and holding his side. He hissed something in his own language and began clearing the sawdust from beneath him.
Elizabeth marched up to the new girl, picked her up by the scruff of her neck and clamped a hand over her mouth. The girl kicked and struggled.
"Young lady, you're not the only one who's had the...inconvenience of being captured."
"Inconvenience? It's more than a damn inconvenience!" She yelled through his palm.
"My name's Slyther. I work for the Australian Sanctuary. What's your name?" He look his hand away from her and she relaxed a little.
"Babs."
He put her on the floor. "Babs, may I introduce you to Grand Mage Orage, Sandy, Grand Mage Stridsoks, Circe and Conner." Babs glared at all of them in turn. Jasmin returned the glare and turned to the man named Sandy, who was tugging at something on the floor.
"Is that a trap door?" The French mage cried incredulously.
"Looks like it." Sandy replied with a nod. He held his hands above the door with fingers splayed, and what appeared to be black smoke billowed up through the cracks and made the door bulge outward. Jasmin arched an eyebrow and tugged at the lock keeping the door shut. There was a bit of clearance under the door thanks to Sandy and Jasmin could help push with the use of the air beneath. The door finally flung open and the dust that Jasmin had believed to be smoke suddenly moved to envelope the Dutch lad and pull him down. Shocked, the French Elder followed. A quick glance over his shoulder told him everyone else in the cell was following close behind. They could hear the noises of guards entering the cell above, and Axel insisted that he had tried to cover the door.
-----
Where he sat in the corner, playing a game with Kristian, Wilhelm could experience an entire drama. It was better than television. The French man with the white hair came storming into the room and stole the watching man's phone, dialling a number and proceeding to shout down the phone in his mother tongue. He seemed frantic, and the person he was calling was a mystery. His voice climbed volumes and octaves until the baby was set off crying and Rabe stormed in, giving him a good slap. They spoke in whispers in English and Wilhelm heard a few names being fired, including his own, Scarlett's, someone called Lelenny, Mr T and someone called Pons. He tried to listen closer for more information, but his sister turned to him and snapped at him to quiet down the baby. After that, she spoke up a little to be heard over Kristian's cries, and he could hear a bit more about what was being said. Rabe was now speaking about Drakon and Charles about a woman he knew, who Wilhelm did not catch the name of. Slowly they both turned to him. Suddenly he got the impression he was in danger. Scarlett and Narcissus came in, having an argument of their own, and this expanded to a four-way argument. There were noises from upstairs Wilhelm could only describe as sexual. The whole house was a drama scene and he was caught up like a braindead viewer. He shakily got to his feet and edged towards the kitchen, taking the baby with him. Once the door swung shut behind him, he let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little safer. He shushed Kristian and got out a banana, breaking a little bit off for his son and eating the rest himself. It wasn't very filling and he was rather hungry, but he decided he would be fine, especially when Rabe walked in and grabbed the scruff of his neck.
"Wilhelm?" She asked in as sweet a tone she could muster while that angry, "Can I ask a favour of you?"
"Uh...I'm a little busy here..."
"It involves Drakon and some murderers who are on our side and won't hurt you, and also..." She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Aurora Jane."
He scowled. "You always know exactly what to say and how to say it when you want me to do your bidding..."
"I'll debrief you in half an hour. Bring Kristian. This mission is safe, but I'm coming with." She cracked her knuckles. "I always like to meet people who get my baby brother in trouble."
Wilhelm winced at this. "I don't need you to babysit me."
"Yes. You do. If it wasn't for me, you would be in a cell in Mevolent's castle, nowhere near Mr Smelly-drooly thing here." She gestured to her nephew.
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm sorry, if I'm taking care of a child, I don't think I need you playing mother, sister and overprotective sibling."
"I think if I didn't, you'd be dead by now."
"I doubt it."
Rabe cleared her throat. "Fifty years ago, Hamburg."
"...Shut up."
She ruffled her little brother's hair and skipped out of the room. Wilhelm glared at her until his toddler vomited over his favourite shirt.
((...aaaaaand I haven't finished sorting through all these new things on this site or Deviantart or anywhere else...stupid week-long trips...bah. Have some random unplanned Wilhelm stuff.))
Elizabeth marched up to the new girl, picked her up by the scruff of her neck and clamped a hand over her mouth. The girl kicked and struggled.
"Young lady, you're not the only one who's had the...inconvenience of being captured."
"Inconvenience? It's more than a damn inconvenience!" She yelled through his palm.
"My name's Slyther. I work for the Australian Sanctuary. What's your name?" He look his hand away from her and she relaxed a little.
"Babs."
He put her on the floor. "Babs, may I introduce you to Grand Mage Orage, Sandy, Grand Mage Stridsoks, Circe and Conner." Babs glared at all of them in turn. Jasmin returned the glare and turned to the man named Sandy, who was tugging at something on the floor.
"Is that a trap door?" The French mage cried incredulously.
"Looks like it." Sandy replied with a nod. He held his hands above the door with fingers splayed, and what appeared to be black smoke billowed up through the cracks and made the door bulge outward. Jasmin arched an eyebrow and tugged at the lock keeping the door shut. There was a bit of clearance under the door thanks to Sandy and Jasmin could help push with the use of the air beneath. The door finally flung open and the dust that Jasmin had believed to be smoke suddenly moved to envelope the Dutch lad and pull him down. Shocked, the French Elder followed. A quick glance over his shoulder told him everyone else in the cell was following close behind. They could hear the noises of guards entering the cell above, and Axel insisted that he had tried to cover the door.
-----
Where he sat in the corner, playing a game with Kristian, Wilhelm could experience an entire drama. It was better than television. The French man with the white hair came storming into the room and stole the watching man's phone, dialling a number and proceeding to shout down the phone in his mother tongue. He seemed frantic, and the person he was calling was a mystery. His voice climbed volumes and octaves until the baby was set off crying and Rabe stormed in, giving him a good slap. They spoke in whispers in English and Wilhelm heard a few names being fired, including his own, Scarlett's, someone called Lelenny, Mr T and someone called Pons. He tried to listen closer for more information, but his sister turned to him and snapped at him to quiet down the baby. After that, she spoke up a little to be heard over Kristian's cries, and he could hear a bit more about what was being said. Rabe was now speaking about Drakon and Charles about a woman he knew, who Wilhelm did not catch the name of. Slowly they both turned to him. Suddenly he got the impression he was in danger. Scarlett and Narcissus came in, having an argument of their own, and this expanded to a four-way argument. There were noises from upstairs Wilhelm could only describe as sexual. The whole house was a drama scene and he was caught up like a braindead viewer. He shakily got to his feet and edged towards the kitchen, taking the baby with him. Once the door swung shut behind him, he let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little safer. He shushed Kristian and got out a banana, breaking a little bit off for his son and eating the rest himself. It wasn't very filling and he was rather hungry, but he decided he would be fine, especially when Rabe walked in and grabbed the scruff of his neck.
"Wilhelm?" She asked in as sweet a tone she could muster while that angry, "Can I ask a favour of you?"
"Uh...I'm a little busy here..."
"It involves Drakon and some murderers who are on our side and won't hurt you, and also..." She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Aurora Jane."
He scowled. "You always know exactly what to say and how to say it when you want me to do your bidding..."
"I'll debrief you in half an hour. Bring Kristian. This mission is safe, but I'm coming with." She cracked her knuckles. "I always like to meet people who get my baby brother in trouble."
Wilhelm winced at this. "I don't need you to babysit me."
"Yes. You do. If it wasn't for me, you would be in a cell in Mevolent's castle, nowhere near Mr Smelly-drooly thing here." She gestured to her nephew.
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm sorry, if I'm taking care of a child, I don't think I need you playing mother, sister and overprotective sibling."
"I think if I didn't, you'd be dead by now."
"I doubt it."
Rabe cleared her throat. "Fifty years ago, Hamburg."
"...Shut up."
She ruffled her little brother's hair and skipped out of the room. Wilhelm glared at her until his toddler vomited over his favourite shirt.
((...aaaaaand I haven't finished sorting through all these new things on this site or Deviantart or anywhere else...stupid week-long trips...bah. Have some random unplanned Wilhelm stuff.))
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Mr T and Fred Mould: The Evilatining
"I pity the fool," A figure emerged from the darkness. "Who don't die quickly!"
Kerish and Fartface looked around as the Necromancer advanced. F paled considerably and went to hide behind Kerish. The man had a rather threatening form, it had to be said. He was fairly tall and muscular...oh, and he was a self-claimed demi-titan-god. He also had his own gang down in Newport. Anyway, on with the story. "Anyway, this cake is great."
Kerish pulled out the cake this entire heist was for. "It is so delicious and moist." She agreed with a slight nod, sounding as though she was going into a trance.
Mr T arched an eyebrow. "You won't get away with stealing the Grande Cake. Your heist was pointless. It ends here, fool!" He said as he pulled his medallion free from his waves of chest hair. Shadows curled around the medallion and fired at Kerish as a piston of darkness. It hit her square in the chest, causing Mr T to notice her fantabulous cleavage, and threw both her and F backwards and into the side of the giant furnace. Kerish groaned as F pushed her off him and tried to crawl away, but the shadows snagged his ankle, dragging him back and holding him in the air.
"Please! Have mercy!"
Kerish pressed a button that was conveniently placed by the furnace and suddenly Mr T was surrounded by samurai and ninja cheerleaders. They pounced and the Necromancer was forced to throw F away and defend himself from the long phallic blades of the samurai and the annoying chants of the ninjas. A blade snicked his stomach and he attempted to punch the samurai, who jumped out of range with a wicked laugh. Mr T groaned as his fist accidentally hit a ninja. He was happy with that. He was ready to stab a bunch of samurai with shadows when a terrifying noise stopped him-out of curiosity rather than fear-and he saw the robot shuck the skin that used to be F, showing its true form as a giant battle robot. Now shit was getting serious. He stabbed some samurai and ninjas with his shadows and took off his jacket-shit was really getting serious-and swaggered towards the robot as it opened fire with some missiles. Mr T rolled out of the way, getting a little burnt. They weren't heat-seekers, so he was okay. The robot sent a barrage of potato batteries at him-luckily he jumped over them-and even threw a whale and a semi-truck. It was pure luck he survived this bit. When the whale hit him he was thrown back and ended up with broken ribs and arms and in a pile of dirty nappies. The semi-truck would have landed on him, but first it hit the whale, breaking all the windows and one of the doors off. Then it hit Mr T, but landed so that nothing hit him, as he was enveloped in the part where the door used to be. He looked up through his eyes, now with blood in them, and wondered how to continue. A glove box opened, and there was a conveniently placed self-destruct device for F the robot...also a candy cane, which he pocketed for later.
Mr T pulled out his Necromancer robes-a hoodie and some jeans-and walked down the narrow walkway between the chip shop and the burnt out gypsie hut. It was a dark and stormy night...okay, it was dark and there was a light smattering of rain and ninja ribcages, but the point still stands. Anyway, he walked at a leisurely pace, joined quickly by his resurrection companions Lenny and Superwaffle. Lenny spoke with a thick Russian accent and was married to a woman named Scarlett (no relation to Scarlett Discord, but she could hold twice the amount of vodka than any man), and Superwaffle was from Canada. They both knew a fair bit about resurrection, and hopefully together they could bring this guy back without having to resort to nasty bodies of decaying rot known as zombies. This man certainly wouldn't thank them for making him a zombie.
The site was a hill. Lenny was eating chips. Superwaffle was playing with some sticky stuff T believed to be tree sap. Mr T was working on the resurrection by himself, frowning at the lack of help from the others he was reluctant to call his friends. He had the mottled and mutilated body of the man they wanted to bring back-they had been a group of six in the war-and all was in place. Sandy wasn't going to turn up, that much was obvious. Lenny claimed that Sandy was dead anyway. Mr T wouldn't be surprised if the truth was that he had murdered him.
The body sat up and looked at its hands. "Oh fuckin' great!" He roared out in a strong Scottish accent. He had just finished helping that Dorado guy who looked like stupid Borealis. He looked up from his already rotten body and found those people he had fought alongside with Riordan Mirage and Sandy Milschman in the war..."I want to be dead again..." Fred Mould mumbled.
-----
Bayside wasn't happy to see them. "You vant me to give over the location and contact details to an old friend of mine?"
Mortis nodded. "Yes," he replied with an innocent smile, "Drakon."
"The answer is no."
"But-"
"Drakon is a secret-keeper, and I am his. I am a protector, and while all other protectors have died defending secrets and relics, I remain to protect this one...especially after that failure with the amethyst..." He gazed out the window, lost in thought. Ursa shook his head.
"We're on par with Hiro Phantasmagoria. He's a Protector, remember?"
"He was let go for his psychopathic tendencies."
"But you're friends!"
"Nein! I am friends with nobody!" He stormed through a door and the three killers followed. Mortis was whistling 'Be Back Soon' from Oliver. Bayside hated that song. So did Jayden, actually, but neither of them said anything. Jayden shook his head.
"You're as against the Faceless Ones as we are! Surely that's incentive enough to help us! We have the noblest of intentions!"
Mort snorted with laughter. Jayden shot him a look.
Absurdity shook his head. "Noble or otherwise, I do not spill my secrets. I am a Protector!"
Ursa rolled his eyes. "Nobody cares, Bosch. We're tryin' ta save the world here."
"I cannot assist you."
Mortis found a filing cabinet and proceeded to break into it. It was like picking locks of a box on the docks in odd socks. Not like taking candy from a baby though. Completely different prospect. Mort had taken candy from a baby before though. Much simpler to pick a lock. Or a rock. Or an embroidery off a sock.
Bayside's body was found by Geraint Mizzle. His short form had been crushed beneath his filing cabinet, which had a rabbit living in one of the drawers. Mortis had licked the lock as well as picking it, and taken Bayside's files on Drakon. Geraint swallowed. He had come to tell Bayside that Chrysander Ordinance was waking up. Geraint's boyfriend. And now, his doctor was leaking blood out of his ear holes...if he wasn't such a tiny midget of a man, he'd have survived...
((Ladies and mentlegen, this story was written with assistance of my brother, who owns Lelenny Manne and Mr T the Necromancer...Scarlett the Russian Woman doesn't belong to me either...also Geraint doesn't. Aaaaaanyway...oh God I've got a lot to read when I get back from these next few days away...))
Kerish and Fartface looked around as the Necromancer advanced. F paled considerably and went to hide behind Kerish. The man had a rather threatening form, it had to be said. He was fairly tall and muscular...oh, and he was a self-claimed demi-titan-god. He also had his own gang down in Newport. Anyway, on with the story. "Anyway, this cake is great."
Kerish pulled out the cake this entire heist was for. "It is so delicious and moist." She agreed with a slight nod, sounding as though she was going into a trance.
Mr T arched an eyebrow. "You won't get away with stealing the Grande Cake. Your heist was pointless. It ends here, fool!" He said as he pulled his medallion free from his waves of chest hair. Shadows curled around the medallion and fired at Kerish as a piston of darkness. It hit her square in the chest, causing Mr T to notice her fantabulous cleavage, and threw both her and F backwards and into the side of the giant furnace. Kerish groaned as F pushed her off him and tried to crawl away, but the shadows snagged his ankle, dragging him back and holding him in the air.
"Please! Have mercy!"
Kerish pressed a button that was conveniently placed by the furnace and suddenly Mr T was surrounded by samurai and ninja cheerleaders. They pounced and the Necromancer was forced to throw F away and defend himself from the long phallic blades of the samurai and the annoying chants of the ninjas. A blade snicked his stomach and he attempted to punch the samurai, who jumped out of range with a wicked laugh. Mr T groaned as his fist accidentally hit a ninja. He was happy with that. He was ready to stab a bunch of samurai with shadows when a terrifying noise stopped him-out of curiosity rather than fear-and he saw the robot shuck the skin that used to be F, showing its true form as a giant battle robot. Now shit was getting serious. He stabbed some samurai and ninjas with his shadows and took off his jacket-shit was really getting serious-and swaggered towards the robot as it opened fire with some missiles. Mr T rolled out of the way, getting a little burnt. They weren't heat-seekers, so he was okay. The robot sent a barrage of potato batteries at him-luckily he jumped over them-and even threw a whale and a semi-truck. It was pure luck he survived this bit. When the whale hit him he was thrown back and ended up with broken ribs and arms and in a pile of dirty nappies. The semi-truck would have landed on him, but first it hit the whale, breaking all the windows and one of the doors off. Then it hit Mr T, but landed so that nothing hit him, as he was enveloped in the part where the door used to be. He looked up through his eyes, now with blood in them, and wondered how to continue. A glove box opened, and there was a conveniently placed self-destruct device for F the robot...also a candy cane, which he pocketed for later.
Mr T pulled out his Necromancer robes-a hoodie and some jeans-and walked down the narrow walkway between the chip shop and the burnt out gypsie hut. It was a dark and stormy night...okay, it was dark and there was a light smattering of rain and ninja ribcages, but the point still stands. Anyway, he walked at a leisurely pace, joined quickly by his resurrection companions Lenny and Superwaffle. Lenny spoke with a thick Russian accent and was married to a woman named Scarlett (no relation to Scarlett Discord, but she could hold twice the amount of vodka than any man), and Superwaffle was from Canada. They both knew a fair bit about resurrection, and hopefully together they could bring this guy back without having to resort to nasty bodies of decaying rot known as zombies. This man certainly wouldn't thank them for making him a zombie.
The site was a hill. Lenny was eating chips. Superwaffle was playing with some sticky stuff T believed to be tree sap. Mr T was working on the resurrection by himself, frowning at the lack of help from the others he was reluctant to call his friends. He had the mottled and mutilated body of the man they wanted to bring back-they had been a group of six in the war-and all was in place. Sandy wasn't going to turn up, that much was obvious. Lenny claimed that Sandy was dead anyway. Mr T wouldn't be surprised if the truth was that he had murdered him.
The body sat up and looked at its hands. "Oh fuckin' great!" He roared out in a strong Scottish accent. He had just finished helping that Dorado guy who looked like stupid Borealis. He looked up from his already rotten body and found those people he had fought alongside with Riordan Mirage and Sandy Milschman in the war..."I want to be dead again..." Fred Mould mumbled.
-----
Bayside wasn't happy to see them. "You vant me to give over the location and contact details to an old friend of mine?"
Mortis nodded. "Yes," he replied with an innocent smile, "Drakon."
"The answer is no."
"But-"
"Drakon is a secret-keeper, and I am his. I am a protector, and while all other protectors have died defending secrets and relics, I remain to protect this one...especially after that failure with the amethyst..." He gazed out the window, lost in thought. Ursa shook his head.
"We're on par with Hiro Phantasmagoria. He's a Protector, remember?"
"He was let go for his psychopathic tendencies."
"But you're friends!"
"Nein! I am friends with nobody!" He stormed through a door and the three killers followed. Mortis was whistling 'Be Back Soon' from Oliver. Bayside hated that song. So did Jayden, actually, but neither of them said anything. Jayden shook his head.
"You're as against the Faceless Ones as we are! Surely that's incentive enough to help us! We have the noblest of intentions!"
Mort snorted with laughter. Jayden shot him a look.
Absurdity shook his head. "Noble or otherwise, I do not spill my secrets. I am a Protector!"
Ursa rolled his eyes. "Nobody cares, Bosch. We're tryin' ta save the world here."
"I cannot assist you."
Mortis found a filing cabinet and proceeded to break into it. It was like picking locks of a box on the docks in odd socks. Not like taking candy from a baby though. Completely different prospect. Mort had taken candy from a baby before though. Much simpler to pick a lock. Or a rock. Or an embroidery off a sock.
Bayside's body was found by Geraint Mizzle. His short form had been crushed beneath his filing cabinet, which had a rabbit living in one of the drawers. Mortis had licked the lock as well as picking it, and taken Bayside's files on Drakon. Geraint swallowed. He had come to tell Bayside that Chrysander Ordinance was waking up. Geraint's boyfriend. And now, his doctor was leaking blood out of his ear holes...if he wasn't such a tiny midget of a man, he'd have survived...
((Ladies and mentlegen, this story was written with assistance of my brother, who owns Lelenny Manne and Mr T the Necromancer...Scarlett the Russian Woman doesn't belong to me either...also Geraint doesn't. Aaaaaanyway...oh God I've got a lot to read when I get back from these next few days away...))
Friday, August 2, 2013
Zafira Kerias: Freedom's Price (Part 4)
Justaria stood up grinning.
"I'm FREE AT LAST!!!" She screamed. She turned on Javier,
"She never lets me out oh no never me! I'm a true name! Well I am in control and I'll let HER SEE HOW IT IS BEING IN THE BACK OF A MIND FOR A FEW YEARS!!!" Justaria stormed off. Javier sighed and focused on Justaria and she screamed,
"Now give Zaf back or else." He threatened. Justaria easily gave Zafira back.
"She's petrified. She's a baby deep down inside." Zafira laughed. Javier picked her up and kissed her. Then took her into their room.
Javier held Zafira close. She was asleep. Nobody else would be but she was. Alexis played and Jayla and Jason did too. Javier's family was safe, as safe as they could get. Mevolent's control of America had receeded in the past few days the west was theirs again.
Zafira woke up and smiled softly. This was it. This would be the day she dreamed of. No reports of attacks in America. Zafira hugged Javier,
"We did it! Mevolent is gone from the States!!!" She screamed and they hugged. Zafira kissed him and he kissed her. Alexis's scream pierced the room, Zafira ran and knelt beside her daughter.
"Alexis...oh my god." The child was dead. Zafira felt her necklace go cold. Javier wrapped his arms around her.
"We'll save her. Zaf you can. The sigils." Zafira nodded and went to draw the sigils around Alexis. She poured her magic into them and she then collapsed due to exhaustion. Alexis was alive and curled up beside her mother.
"Momma?" She asked. Zafira didn't speak. Alexis got scared and hugged Zafira. Then she woke
"Hush I'm safe. We're all safe now." Zafira looked at Alexis smiling softly,
"Sympathy, tenderness warm as the summer, offer you their embrace, friendliness gentleness, strangers to my life, they are there in this face, goodness and sweetness and kindness are found in this place." Zafira sang. Alexis smiled recgonizing the musical
"Jekyll and Hyde." She said. Zafira nodded. Her phone beeped and a smile broke across her face,
"Mevolent has no supporters in the USA anymore! Last of them was rounded up. We're safe." Javier held his wife and daughter close. Then picked up the twins. For that moment in time they were a happy family, even if the war was elsewhere their country was safe.
(Nope not over I have a Part 5...I'm a Minion of Derek, there is NEVER gonna be a happy ending)
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