The following has been sent out to all Theatre of Shadows registrants...
My friends,
Many of you have spotted the facebook incursion on Sunday from escaped fugitive Silas Nadir. He’s taunting us. We need your help now more than ever.
The first clue to Nadir's location arrived late last night and we set our three top code-breakers to solve the puzzle.
This morning, they were each found dead in their homes. On the wall beside each body was scrawled "Silas 3, Sanctuary 0."
And so we must call upon you.
Time is of the essence. Before they were killed, our code-breakers worked out that the clues seem to point to an unusual sequence of numbers. They managed to fill in not one space before Nadir found them: ? ? . ? ?, leaving us four spaces to fill for now.
Remember Nadir's promised us three clues: so to throw him and his accomplices off the scent, the next clue will be sent out to all those registered to Theatre of Shadows. If you haven't already – be sure to sign up for free as a matter of urgency. Operatives in the US, Norway and Sweden we know that registration is an impossibility for you right now: rest assured we will need you for the third clue. You are crucial too.
Here’s the first clue:
1. Take the number of letters in my magical discipline (here's a hint, idiots — it's a two-worded ability), then multiply that by the age of the Jitter Girls. Add to this the number of rooms in the Midnight Hotel and then subtract the age of a sorcerer named Petrichor. With me so far? Keeping up? Now put in a decimal point (do you know what that is?), then the amount of damns I give about any one of you, and follow this with the maximum number of Dead Men there is at any one time. Now subtract the number of babies stolen by the goblin brothers. Whatever their names are. Ugly little critters, the lot of them. Not as ugly as the babies, though.
And that's all he's given us to fill in ? ? . ? ?. The Sanctuary’s resources are stretched so terribly thin… please help us find Nadir before he can kill again.
And be wary. He found our first code-breakers. He could find any of you, too.
Yours in magic,
Grand Mage Erskine Ravel
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«Oldest ‹Older 3401 – 3600 of 4391 Newer› Newest»Zanida: You....sick....bastard. I come from a world where our abilities are part of us, part of who we are. So to me, losing my name is something I ought to be upset by.
Zafira: *shadow-walks in fromt of Alastair, slapping him* YOU STOLE ARI'S NAME?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I'd give my life to get Niccolò back right now...at least he wouldn't steal her name.
(I second Kessy's question only replace Annika with Clara, and replace 'Kes and Li' with Sil..)
(Anyone who wants to join, can join.)
... Both, Alastair.
But... even the worst person in the entire galaxy would be capable of some... decency... You could ruin people's lives... And what for?
((Okay, thanks! :)))
*Kes and Delila are walking through the forest, fingers intertwined*
*Delila stops, suddenly*
Delila: Do you feel that?
Feel what?
Delila: I'm not...I'm not sure. It feels like Annika. She's upset.
Can you tell why?
Delila: Something...something to do with the hotel.
*they look at each other for a moment and then begin running in the direction of the hotel*
(Okay.)
*frowns at all the guests running from the hotel*
*steps through a portal to outside the hotel and walks in*
*pauses when she sees the rot and mess and destruction*
*her eyes focus on Clara*
..C?
*sits up*
*still trembling violently from shock and confusion*
*stands up*
*wanders into the kitchen in search of alcohol*
*comes back, bottle in hand*
*sees Silente*
*harsh laughter*
Hey, guess what, ol' buddy?
My no-vampire policy has officially been lifted!
Come one, come all, all ye bloody vampires! You've got no other guests to bother!
*drinks deeply*
*stares around at the carnage*
((*watches the Alastair RP somewhat amusedly*
*when Kes and Delila get there, the hotel is sagging, nearly collapsed. It looks...old*
Stay here.
Delila: You still don't get it, do you? I'm not letting you get yourself killed on your own.
*sighs*
*they walk inside carefully, to find Annika on the floor*
*Delila is staring in shock*
Kes: What...dear god, Clara, what happened?
*looks up*
*smiles a smile that's more like a grimace*
Kestrel! So glad you could make it to my downfall. I don't believe I know your friend, there.
*doesn't bother informing Clara of the fact she's no longer a vampire*
C what happened?
*spreads arms wide*
*accidentally sloshes whiskey onto the carpet*
My baby is dying! That's what's happening!
*the Hotel groans loudly*
*and the floor shifts abruptly, leaning to the right, as if the Hotel has buckled to one side*
*Kestrel doesn't register her words at first, staring around*
*Delila appears to be in some sort of shock as Kestrel reaches for her hand*
Kes: Ah...This is Delila. My girlfriend. What happened to you?
*the sound of her name seems to bring her back to earth, and Delila blinks, blanching*
Delila: *whispering* The pain...it's too much...I can't block it out...
*falls flat onto her butt*
*gets up, looking uncertainly at the walls*
C...
*looks back at her*
What the hell happened? Did someone poison it or something?
*they both stumble, Kestrel using her vampire balance to keep Delila on her feet*
(Sorry for slow responses, I'm on my phone)
Elleni!
*claps Elleni on the shoulder*
Elleni, my old friend. Do you like my Hotel? It's falling apart, and no one wants it anymore. It finally fits me, picture-perfect!
*laughs*
*sobs*
*sees the Midnight Hotel partly collapsing*
... Oh... that building... I hope everyone is alright...
*starts walking towards it*
*looks at El*
*her mouth makes a little 'oh' shape*
*looks away, back at Clara, hoping El won't do anything at a time like this*
VIEH: Prey. Three o'clock.
*Delila retreats, hands over her head*
*the pain coming from the building, the sadness, it's too much*
*she can't block it out*
*Kestrel runs after her and then stops, looking back*
Are any of you psychics?
*smiles widely*
I'm breaking, I think. My mind, I mean. So tired, all the time, and I can't hardly think anymore.
You still don't get it yet, do you?
*takes a deep drink*
Me and the Hotel have a link. Why do you think I can hardly bear to be away from it?
We're linked.
*meshes fingers together*
Me and him, we're linked.
*loud laughter*
And I'm breaking, so now he's breaking too! My baby is falling apart.
*toddles over to the desk*
*sits on it*
*it buckles, as if it's made out of foam*
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm wrong.
Doubt it though. I'm not wrong often.
*glares at Silente*
*takes another drink*
*holds out the bottle to everyone*
Want some?
*enters The Midnight Hotel*
... Is everyone alright?
VIEH: No time like the present.
((What's VIEH?))
*glances at Dragona*
No, not really! Annika's having a panic attack, the hotel is collapsing, and my girlfriend's mind is being invaded! Other than that, everything's just dandy!
Astrid: *takes Thor and goes to the Hotel*
*looks at the bottle*
*looks at Clara*
*grits her teeth*
You're KILLING your own hotel?!
*storms over to Clara and yanks the bottle away from her, throwing it to El*
You need to get yourself set straight.
((Bye Elleni!))
*sees the mould on the walls and manages to keep in a shriek, and keeps her arms close to her so she doesn't brush against any of it*
(Bye El!)
(My RP character isn't Dragona at the moment. It's Leri. *nods*)
*waves hand carelessly*
Panic attack shmanic attack, doesn't matter now that the Hotel's dead.
*drinks deeply*
*raises bottle in a mock toast*
To Anton Shudder, and his horrible judgement, may that bastard rest in peace.
*watches Silente rip the bottle away*
*sighs*
You always interfere, you vampire.
*tilts head*
But you're not a vampire anymore.
Eh.
*looks between Delila, who is sitting against a wall, rocking back and forth, and Annika*
*she can't help Delila until Annika calms down*
*she walks to Annika*
So why is it happening now? What happened to make you break?
((Oh ok, Dragona))
*shrugs lazily*
Life, Kestrel. Existing. Who knows.
I've no doubt that he's been rotting for a long time, and it's only now starting to show. It's a miracle we've lasted this long, he and I.
Poor thing.
*shakes head sadly*
I have ruined people's lives. Millions. For fun.
I stole her name because she'd outlived her usefulness, and I wanted her out of the way. Admittedly, it barely slowed her down, but it subdued her at least for a while, and we get along better now, anyway.
What I am doesn't matter Clara. Now get your head in gear.
*glares at her*
YOU were left this hotel. YOU are meant to be caring for it. And YOU are the only one who can fix this.
*steps closer*
So stop moping around and fix it.
*sits beside Annika, looking worriedly at Delila as she does so*
*her condition does not appear to be improving*
Well, unless we figure out what went wrong, we can't fix it. Think.
Zafira: That's sick, and you took an Asgardian's name for what purpose?
Zanida: Alastair, if you think I'll ever get along with you like Aretha, you're insane.
Actually, I think he should talk to Thor-
*lightning strikes inches from Alastair, the sky darkening, thunder rumbling*
Never mind, Thor must be furious.
*activates her computer and moves her hand over part of the wall*
*a holographic image comes up of one cell of the mould*
What could you have done? Why would this happen? Has it happened before? Think.
*waves people away furiously*
I didn't ask for or want your help! This is between me and my Hotel!
*squints angrily at the two Silentes swimming back and forth in my vision*
You don't give me orders.
*turns to Kestrel*
And YOU . . .
*gaze softens*
You have good intentions, but there's nothing we can do.
*flops onto back*
He'll just sit here, rotting away. Like me.
Poor thing.
Poor me.
*wails in mock sadness*
*watches Leri*
*Delila covers her ears, trying to resist the attack of emotions*
*if it doesn't stop soon, she could go mad*
*she hasn't been a psychic long enough to build a strong shield*
*not nearly long enough*
*enlarges the image, and projects it so everyone can see*
But it's not just you. Look what it's doing to Delila
*gazes around at the ruined room*
*gaze falls on Delila*
*pauses*
*eyes widen*
*gets off the table and approaches Delila*
*crouches beside her*
Are you all right? What's happening to you?
*looks at Kestrel*
What's wrong?
I took it because the alternative was to let her bring in an army. I saved the world for a day, Zafira, because no one else was around to do it. I died for it, even. It's nice to know how much you appreciate that.
I don't care about getting along with you. I just didn't want an army to sweep in and kill everything that I care about.
*looks at Del*
...
*looks at the hotel*
Ohhhhh.
*stands up to join Annika and Li*
The hotel is sentient, somehow, and it's in pain. She's...a psychic, a very sensitive one, so she can feel it. But she doesn't know how to block it
*sits by Li, wrapping her arm around her shoulder*
*Delila barely notices*
*looks at Delila*
*puts a hand on her shoulder*
Delila? Delila, can you hear me?
I'm sorry you feel this way. I know what it feels like, I think. Maybe. *hic*
*looks back at the others*
*waves them away*
Shh!
I want to talk to her. Away. Away!
*panicked eyes*
..what happened to the puppy?
*looks at Clara*
*Kestrel looks at Annika for a moment before standing*
I hope you know what you're doing
*walks away*
*Delila hears Annika, and for some reason her voice is clear through the red*
*almost as if she were part of the hotel*
*but she can't pull away from the onslaught for long enough to respond*
*looks at Silente*
*squints*
What puppy?
*looks down at the carpet*
. . . I don't know any puppy.
... Should I go?
I bought you a puppy for your birthday along with the drawings...
*Kestrel stands about ten meters away from Annika and Li*
*enough to give them space, but close enough that she is easily within hearing range*
SSH!
*hisses at Silente*
I have to talk to Delila!
SHH!
SHH!
*waves her away*
*eyes wide and hands twitchy*
*turns back to Delila*
*sits in front of her*
Delila?
*Kestrel glances at Leri*
If you want. No one'd doing much good anyway
*Delila looks up frantically, seeing Annika in front of her*
*her eyes are fully dilated, looking around, unable to focus*
((Bye Elleni!))
... I can tell you about the mould, if you need me to... I'm not a microbiologist, but there are a few things I can find out...
*Kestrel moves to run to Delila, but stops herself*
*mentally, she gives Annika 5 minutes*
Zafira: Oh. Well...thank you. *goes*
Zanida: You died for nothing, they are coming, and when they come you will end up the first person we kill.
Delila, Delila, stay calm. Calm.
*puts hands on shoulder*
*I look anything but calm*
What can you feel? In the Hotel, can you feel what I think you can feel?
This is very important. Important that you understand, okay? Tell me.
*looks back at the others*
*shoes them away*
*returns to Delila and lowers voice*
Is there loneliness?
Choking, overpowering loneliness?
What about regret?
And jealousy? A lot of jealousy and bitterness?
What can you feel in the Hotel. Tell me.
*lowers voice even further*
I know you're seeing nightmares, in your head.
But it's very important that you don't tell anyone what you see there.
Promise me.
Promise me.
*distractedly, to Leri*
I don't see how that will help. We already know what's causing it
((Sorry, Kes is a bit of a jerk at the best of times, and at the moment she's also a bit panicked))
... Oh. Ok... I'll probably go then... I don't like it here...
*leaves, being careful not to touch any of the mould on the way out*
*Delila hears Annika, and her voice loud*
*so very loud*
*whispering* Yes...so much pain. Loneliness, anger, jealousy, so much, so much, so much...
Did you not say, the last time we spoke, that you wished only to go back to Asgard and act as a warrior? You can't play the innocent victim if you're still stuck on world domination.
God damn it!
I dedicate this page to dynamite!
-Zafira
*grips tighter*
No, Delila, no, this is important.
Don't tell. Please, don't tell.
*eyes watering*
It's going to be okay. The loneliness, the regret, the guilt, the jealousy, it's all okay. It's not yours. It's not yours. It belongs to me and the Hotel.
But you mustn't tell about the nightmares, okay?
They aren't real. They're not real at all.
Don't mind them. They're fine.
Delila.
You mustn't tell.
*Kes is listening to Annika and Delila*
*she doesn't notice Leri leaving*
((Hey, um, what kind of nightmares should Delila be seeing?))
Zanida: I never said I wanted to take over, I'm not helping Loki at all, he's got it all down to when he decides to send in his army, I'm waiting until Ricci is a few days older and I'm going back to Asgard. Loki is your problem.
*Delila frowns*
*its getting harder to focus*
*who is she?*
*who is this person talking to her?*
*oh, right*
*she remembers*
*still whispering* make it...make it stop, and I won't tell...please...
*Kestrel takes a step forward to better hear Delila*
Okay . . . okay . . . it's fine.
Don't worry. He never hurts you. And he never says what he says he will.
Just calm down. It's okay.
Don't tell.
I'll make it go away, okay, okay.
*the Hotel begins to shake*
*turns to Kestrel*
*whispers* Help me.
But you also said, upon starting this conversation, that you were using your magic- a power I couldn't take- to bring them in. And you referred to yourself and them as "we", not as Loki's alone.
You really are stupid, Alastair. What colour are my sister's eyes?
Zanida: I...I did what? I was certain I meant Loki's army...
((Side note: they are that vivid blue when you're controlled, but when she's not they are ice blue.))
*Kestrel runs forward, falling to her knees in front of Delila*
*she takes her hands in hers*
Look at me.
Li, look at me.
*Delila recognizes the voice, not the words, and she looks up again, briefly meeting Kestrel's eyes before looking away*
Please, Delila. Please.
*looks at Alastair*
... I hope you won't give me a disease.
*slowly backs away*
*the floorboards creak dangerously beneath me*
*watching Delila in horror*
*wondering what it must be like, knowing the Hotel*
*and me*
*so completely*
*I'm scared*
*walks around the ground floor looking for the puppy she gave Clara on her birthday*
*Kes would be crying, now, were she not dead and therefore incapable of producing bodily fluids*
*she releases Delila's hands, instead placing her hands on Delila's shoulders, forcing her to look at her*
It's not your pain, Delila. You don't need to feel it.
I don't care what color her eyes are. I don't care whether her will is her own. I care about whether or not giving her name back would be dangerous, and you're both proving that it is. Why should I believe you'd even let her go back to Asgard? And what sort of brother do you think you are if you claim to care for her, then control her at every turn? You're the reason I had to attack her. The reason she lost so much of herself. I hope you're pleased with what you've done.
*stammers*
Get her out of here. Get her out of here!
She's not supposed to connect with the Hotel! She's not meant to know what it knows! SHE'S NOT MEANT TO TELL!
*the Hotel is baking violently*
*windows fall out of their frames*
SHE'S NOT MEANT TO TELL!
*the hotel retreats for a moment, flooding into Annika*
*and in that brief respite, Delila gasps, eyes focusing on Kestrel's*
No, Leri'Heesa- so long as you're not a threat to Adra, I won't harm you.
*shaking
*hears shouting*
*WHERE THE HELL IS THE DOG?!*
(Did Clara get rid of the puppy?)
(Ask her directly, Silente.)
... I don't think I could be a threat to anyone, even if I tried... I'm an engineer. I don't fight... I have a shotgun for protection but unless it comes to technology I'm kind of useless...
Zanida: *as he speaks, her eyes turn back to her usual color* Enough, Loki. You'll be the reason I never will get my name back. I don't care what you want, go figure out how to get an army over, without my help.
You swore to obey me.
Zanida: I do not care. I want to go HOME back to the realm I was raised on. I want my name back, and I'm going home. *her eyes focus on Alastair* Feel free to punch him please, he'll be the reason I can't get my name back.
(I did. She didnt ANSWER.)
*walks back*
Clara where did the puppy go?!
*Kestrel swears* Annika, it's not just about you anymore! It's driving her mad, and all you can worry about is whether or not she'll tell your precious secret?
*Kestrel lifts Delila easily as the building begins to collapse, and runs out the door, stopping just outside*
*still watching Delila*
*still scared out of her wits*
He left.
He left! He ran away!
*sudden laughter*
Everyone runs away! Always! Always always always!
*frowns*
*Clara's gone nuts*
*not good*
*walks closer to Clara, voice quiet and calm*
Not everyone...
Kestrel!
*reaches out*
No, Kestrel, I'm sorry, I-
*the Hotel, slowly, begins to fall*
*sighs* You may as well do it yourself. Regardless of how many times I've had to say it, I'm still not interested in fighting unless I have to
*Kestrel runs, faster than any human, depositing Delila by the lake*
*hopefully it's far enough away*
*before running in the opposite direction, back to the hotel*
*she gets there just as it begins to collapse*
((Distant/msd))
*stares as it starts to break down around them*
C!
*runs over to her*
We have to get out!
*eyes wide, terrified*
((crap, I've got to go! Bye! Feel free to use Kes and/or Delila, just email me or summat to tell me what ends up happening to them))
*heavy, panicked breathing*
*the Hotel is falling down around her*
*everything she's ever loved is falling down around her*
*no*
*not everything*
*silently returns to the desk*
*stands in front of it, facing the door*
. . .
*whispers* I'm so sorry.
*pulls the pull-cord on the ceiling*
*the trapdoor opens beneath her*
*and she tumbles out of sight*
You'll rue the day you broke that oath, sister. *vanishes*
Zanida: He'll end up coming back. He always does...*kicks a rock furiously* Alastair, were you even actually considering going back to reverse taking my name? I just want to know because, if I go back to Asgard, I know not a way you would ever be able to reach me, should you decide I am no longer dangerous.
*watches Clara fall*
*shoot*
*after Clara or out the door*
*C or door*
*trusts C to be safe*
*sprints for the door, having to jump over debris as more falls down around her*
*the Midnight Hotel stands, trembling, on the hilltop*
*a few brief moments after Silente escapes, it lets out one final groan of agony*
*before caving in on itself, and collapsing with a ground-shaking crash*
*leaving a pile of rubble and broken wood*
*there's a sign lying a few feet away*
*with THE MIDNIGHT HOTEL on it, in painted letters*
Hello.
(Hey Star! How are you?)
*stares at the rubble, panting*
*looks around for Clara*
*where was she?!*
CLARA!
(Hey Star)
*pauses*
*the hotel*
*that room*
*the remnants*
*turns to the hotel rubble, eyes wide*
(Yeah. No hotel..if the room broke with the hotel then we got a problem.)
(OH MY GOSH I DIDN'T THINK OF THE REMNANTS. :O)
*greets everyone who greeted me*
*the corpse of the Hotel lies crumpled on the hill*
*slowly*
*quietly*
*a dark cloud rises from it*
*and darts away, in the direction of a nearby forest*
*stares at the dark cloud and stumbles backwards*
REMNANTS!
*panic rushes through her*
*the trapdoor opens a distance away*
*at the base of a hill, by the forest*
*is lying there, curled up on the grass*
*unconscious*
*still wearing her manager's uniform*
*the dark cloud looms on the horizon*
*several hundred dark creatures disappearing into the tangling forest*
*one of them lands on the grass nearby*
(No. They were returned to the hotel. The hotel that just broke down.)
OHMYGOD THE REMNANTS
(Not here, ghosting)
... What are they?
*it crawls through the grass*
*a little smudge of darkness on the green*
*in the forest, shadows ripple and curl*
*as dark creatures writhe and swarm*
*the little smudge of darkness creeps closer to the unconscious form of Clara*
*its dark jaws open, and glistening*
*doesn't know what to do*
*frozen to the spot*
*alarm*
*warning*
*WARN PEOPLE*
Zafira: Oh man....remenants...
Ravel: Do we even have a Soul Catcher here?
Zafira: No...TO IRELAND WE GO!
*it opens her mouth*
*forces it's way in, wriggling down her whiskey-slick throat*
*her eyes snap open and she gasps in panic*
*tries to rip it away*
*and fails*
*she stands up*
*brushes herself off*
*and smiles*
*draws her shotgun and activates her computer*
Zanida: Giant...dark...cloud...
*appears by his sister* New plan: get Rose and the kids and go back to Asgard.
(CRAPCRAPCRAP)
*starts heading down the hill*
*running*
*use a portal idiot!*
*portal portal portal which sigil was th portal?!*
*NOSE*
*tries hitting the remnants with a shock of electricity*
Alexis: Remenants...
Aro: I see. Any suggestions?
Ravel: Lure them to Ireland and lock them in a Soul Catcher.
Zafira: Problem is how do you lure them without having them take people over?
Ravel: We make sacrifices, the Asgardians are likely to be immune.
*looks up from her feet at El*
This is a really bad time but I'M SORRY!
*walks through the forest*
*stares straight ahead, despite the shadows swirling around*
*they brush against her skin*
*they feel a bit like satin*
*they whisper*
*quietly*
*and the sound of them rubbing against each other is like very soft thunder*
Shut the fuck up.
All of you.
*the shadows begin to quiet*
*grabs El and steps through a portal to blogland clearing*
*let's her go and deactivates the portal*
Plan?!
*starts running away from the remnants*
Hunter: *jumps in throuhg one of his portals*
Hello.
This looks bad.
*looks around*
*panicking*
*she really doesn't like remnants*
Plan quickly go we need one!
*The Asgardians head to where everyone else is*
Zanida: Okay what the hell are those things?
Ireland. There's one in Ireland...
*looks left to right*
Settle down. Settle down.
*holds up hands, then lowers them slowly*
Settle down.
*the shadows swirl and rumble*
*a little bit quieter, this time*
*smiles*
*folds arms*
I have a lot of ideas. This one is clever. Cleverer than she lets people believe.
*looks around at the shadows*
You will stay here.
Stay.
Do you understand?
I'll find you a playing ground, soon enough.
For now, you stay in the forest. Any Little-Red-Riding-Hoods you may find are yours for the taking, but until my say so, you wait.
Do you understand?
*the shadows whisper*
*shrieks* DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?
*looks at Zanida trying to calm herself and failing*
Remnants.
Hunter: *can he portal to Ireland?* *in this time?* *probably not*
*he's relatively certain he can't be possessed, though* *relatively*
Is there any way of containing them?
Hunter: Temporarily, I mean. Walls.
*takes cover behind a tree*
Zafira: Loki and I can teleport, if we can link together and get all the remenants, we can get them back in the Soul Catcher/
*hyperventilating*
*images from her nightmare world playing behind her eyes*
((Still distant/msd.))
As long as Loki is around, you'll be a threat.
*appears by all the others* Remnants. Interesting.
*smiles broadly*
I knew you would understand.
Oh I knew you would. I just knew you would!
I'll find you the best of the sorcerers, don't you worry. This one knows a lot of very powerful, very authoritative sorcerers. She even knows the American Grand Mage on a first-name basis!
*laughs*
This is going to be delightful. Lovely. Pleasurable. Enjoyable. Amusing. Entertaining. Diverting. Gratifying. Satisfying. Marvelous. Wonderful. Splendid.
HA!
*laughs delightedly*
I've never known so many ways to say one thing before!
I will enjoy this form.
Zanida: Alastair, when this attack is over I will continue with you.
*is shaking*
*eyes distant*
*she can't hear El*
*taps on her computer, and encases herself in a bubble of energy* *slumps down the side of the tree and holds her head in her hands, shivering slightly*
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There's nothing to continue, Zanida.
Ravel: Guys, keep in mind Zafira and I are Grand Mages, we will be targets no doubt.
Zafira: I'll help in whatever way I can, I can easily get a Soul Catcher....
Zanida: It's like the Dark Elves, an enemy Heimdall cannot see or hear.
Can you hear that sound?
*puts a hand to her ear*
Can you hear the sound of riled sorcerers and panicked mages?
We've caused a little bit of a stir, boys. How lovely, beautiful, majestic, scrumptious, and desirable!
This bitch's mental breakdown was the best thing that could've happened to us. I can hardly speak for joy, happiness, and excitement!
Lay low, boys.
*crouches on the forest floor*
*pats the dead leaves*
Lay low. Wait.
There's nothing they can do to catch you, boys.
*low laughter*
*higher laughter*
*loud, raucous laughter*
*shakes her head, trembling still*
Zanida: There is, it's called proving that I do not pose a threat to anyone. I do not want to rule the world, I want to go home and have the part of me you took back.
(Kk bye!)
*screws her eyes shut*
*she fell asleep without Patch and is having a bad dream*
*that's all this is*
*a nightmare*
Hellllooooo!!!!!!! How are y'all? What's going?
*looks around, tilting head from side to side*
. . . I shan't stay here long. This forest is . . . disgusting. My vessel is finicky, to say the least.
*brushes coat off again*
There are . . . many places, I must visit. Many places of which I know, where there are good, strong, broken sorcerers for us.
*looks up, at the sky*
*breathes deeply*
So tired . . . my vessel . . . is so tired . . .
*nods slowly*
I can fix that.
*still taking cover behind a tree, shivering, surrounded by a barrier of energy*
*opens her eyes*
*nothing has changed*
*tries this a few more time, screwing her eyes and opening them*
*only the same result each time*
It's not a dream...
What's going on?
*begins to slowly exit the forest*
*breathing slow, sweet, calm breaths*
I've got a lot of work to do . . .
*sighs sadly*
And here I thought this wretch was a stroke of luck. Ah, well. Every rose has a thorn, so they say.
*gently rubs temples*
I do wish the headaches would stop . . . ugh . . .
*shakes head*
*looks up*
I could raise a lot of hell, here.
*walks in with the careful tread of a man who has just cheated Death (no Rose, not you)*
*looks at Rhydian*
Remnants..
Zafira: *takes Ravel's hand* Kill me if they control me.
Ravel: I will do whatever it takes, but do try to not become possessed.
Zanida: *lets an ice shard form in her hand*
*keeps the casket ready to use, possibly to freeze anyone who is possesed*
Remnants...? You're kidding me, right? I've been possessed by one when I first came here, then I got stuck with Remi few months back...I'm kinda done with that whole scene...*sighs* Who've they taken already? *has to help* *resists the urge to return to bed*
*still trying to calm down*
*begins to skip*
*all the way back up the grassy hill*
I wonder which ones to get first. So many sorcerers, so little time. Oh, pity me, pity me.
And pity her. She hates precious few sorcerers. Poor thing will see and feel everything I do. Oh, the tragedy.
*laughs*
Perhaps I'll catch that Eldritch god. You'd like that, wouldn't you, little Crowley?
Or Silente? I wonder how you'd feel about that.
Oh, this is going to be such F-U-N!
*reaches the top of the hill*
*rolls down the other side*
*laughing delightedly all the way*
*sees the remnants turns on his heel and walks away*
(And the award for best reaction to Remnants goes to: Vivanus Keen.)
*puts her hands over the glass of her helmet so she can't see what's going on*
(I'd like to thank a few people who have made this possible....)
((*is incredibly impressed by Annika's RPing skills. Like, woah*))
(Leonardo DiCaprio: *aggressively claps for Vivanus Keen*)
Alright- does anyone have a plan, and if so, how can I help?
*walks through the rubble of the Midnight Hotel*
*tears begin to well up in her eyes*
This . . . this is beautiful.
*kicks aside a fragment of wood*
This is magnificent, it really is.
A shattered Hotel, a shattered psyche.
*walks to where the lobby used to be*
The weak ones are always the easiest to take. The drunks, the lonely hearts.
*kicks through the rubble*
They secretly want to be taken. They want the wholeness, the oneness that I can provide.
And she's no different.
*crouches in the rubble*
*pulls out the desk's brass nameplate*
. . . Clara L. Crowley.
She's better now. More than she once was.
And satisfied.
(Food brb.)
Zafira: We need to gather the remenants to teleport them to the Soul Catcher in Ireland, how willing are you to help me and Loki teleport thousands of Remenants?
*breathes*
*caaaaaaalm*
*goooooooood*
*breeeeeeeeeathe*
*nods and looks up, slightly calmer although not much*
Can you teleport remnants when they aren't inside people?
*hesitates for a moment* Quite willing. In all honestly, I don't know that a remnant could handle me all that well, but I'm not keen on them running around any place I might frequent.
Ravel: If we can trap them in a room and teleport them, we can, so long as the three teleporting them are connected to the remenants and each other, it can work.
*the Remnants stew and mill about in the forest*
*frustrated, seething, but stationary*
*they will not move from the forest without their leader's say-so*
How're we going to get the Remnants back into the Receptacle...?
How do we connect ourselves to remnants, and how would we lure them into a room?
((Sorry, Star got distracted.))
Hunter: I can possibly increase your teleporting energy, if you give me a few moments . . .
Zanida: Good. You, Zafira and Loki need to work together and find a way all three of you can teleport the remenants, Loki knows where to go now.
*nods*
Is there anyway I can help?
Zafira: Shadows. Between you and me...we can simply touch them with shadows.
When I create multiples of myself, I can have them by the remenants so I can teleport with you.
Hunter: @Silente: They seem to have it handled.
*leans against a tree*
*nods at Hunters words*
*slightly glad*
*not that she's showing that*
They're all panicking.
*breathes deeply*
I can smell it.
*looks to the East, towards the forest*
They're coming for you, boys. And they might get you, this time.
*sits in the rubble, and watches the forest*
But they won't get me.
*wicked grin*
Ain't that a comfort to you, boys?
((I still may vanish, so the rest of you are more than welcome to work out something else in case I can't help any longer.))
Then how do we lead them out and into a room?
*sits back with popcorn* *watches the rp* Okay, this is getting interesting
*stares at the forest*
*thinks about that cloud, lurking in there, laying low*
They want humans, is that not what they want? We'll have to lure them into a room that people they want are there, from my knowledge the Soul Catcher would rip the rementans from them.
Hunter: @Silente: Not nice being ignored, is it?
*is rather disappointed, actually, but he'll live*
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