Collaboration: The Gods and their Angels (Closed. We've Begun.)

[VaudevillianVeteran]

"...I do rather like a drink sometimes." Sehnsucht replied, perking up a bit, "In any case, we'll sort that out tomorrow, We should also be more serious tomorrow, things are getting heated and we need to stay on it... Not say we can't enjoy some fine wine and conversation first though."

 

[Safe in the Dark]

Vermilion nodded with a grin."I can be as serious as you want me to be." He said, his voice dancing again despite his fatigue. "Never fancied you the town drunk either." He chuckled. "Can't stand the stuff personally, it kills ya, I'd know." He grinned a very pulchritudinous grin.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

"Town drunk?! I'd fancy you to hold your tongue!" Sehnsucht retorted with fake offence, "And since when have you been afraid of a little thing like death?"
With that, she turned to walk back to the manor.
"You sound tired by the way~"

 

[Safe in the Dark]

"Death's not my kind of guy y'know, too uptight." He yawned with a wink."I just might be, or maybe I'm a good actor!" He called out into the darkness after her."Oh, and... Sweet dreams, my Master." He said with a nod, before walking inside.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

"Seems there is rest for the wicked~" Sehnsucht smirked, "Rest well, we have much to do tomorrow, Vermillion..."
With that, she disappeared down the long path towards the manor, the town was already awake with laughing and music starting to play lightly from the center.
She did not have time to rest just yet, although she could hear sleepy ramblings from Schadenfreude.
She had a feeling. Like something was going to arrive soon.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Frergnon chuckled darkly. "ANY MINION OF YOUR'S I WOULD HAVE THE UTMOST CONFIDENCE IN. BUT AS I GROW INCREASINGLY BORED OF THIS PLANE, I'D ASK THAT YOU SEND ME BACK TO MY GUARD POST PLEASE."

 

[SamuelT]

The Mordred caught the claws on his blade, trying to parry them. Their length misjudged, he felt the tips of the talons cut through his lower arm. First blood; Raziel. Still not fully recuperated from the run across two domains, The Mordred pushed away the claws and retreated, hoping to gain a few precious minutes before having to go all out.

The gashes in his skin, as well as his eyes, were now positively alight. Smoke billowed from him, but dissapated quite rapidly. He was more searching for the relics now than focussing on his impending battle.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Raziel noticed that The Mordred seemed to be distracted.

Looking for your master's tools are you? You probably don't even know why...

Raziel took advantage of his foe's apparent inattention and lunged at him, again with his claws, though this time, Raziel focused on attempting to grapple and disarm his opponent.

 

[Lambi]

"Shouldn't be too much of a problem, really." The Mad Angel thought for a moment, then chanted a small incantation that opened up a portal for Frergnon. "That should take you back to where you should be going to." it said, flying around in the air for a while.

 

[Red Magic]

Azura left the dumbfounded man in the armor to stew for awhile, she had grown tired of his four questions and decided to investigate a familiar feeling she had felt to the south. She took off and soon came across a large castle and a small surrounding town filled to the brim with dolls. "How quaint..." She quipped before opening up a hole in the wall with her magic and zipping right in. "Knock knock~" She shouted ironically with a smirk as she continued to glide on her staff.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Frergnon quickly nodded. "THANK YOU, OLD FRIEND. FEEL FREE TO CALL ON ME WHENEVER A PROBLEM ARISES FOR YOU, WE'LL TURN THE CONSPIRATORS INTO SLURRY." And with that, Frergnon leapt through the portal, returning to his plane.

Asmodeus was getting incredibly annoyed with the holes that were accumulating in the walls of her castle by intruders in this singular day. Her personality flipped again. "Why? Why do they come by the droves today? Can I not be left in piece?!" She shouted, focusing her vision through one of her arms on the intruder. She studied the intruder intently, her magic and appearance seemed familiar. "This one seems... different... Priscilla, be ready..."

 

[Red Magic]

"Doobidy boopidy doba scobabliddly do bop." She scatted as she flew through the corridors at breakneck speed. "This place would make a nice storage shed..." She said nodding and jotting down a quick map of where she had been on a napkin." She stopped every so often to admire the randomness and irony of some of the rooms, particularly the metal one she passed, the Witch couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia every-time she popped a minion.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Asmodeus watched the intruder carefully, sending orders to her minions ordering only a very very few of them to attack and to avoid her. She couldn't shake the overarching feeling of slight disdain and nostalgia the intruder made her feel. "...Who is she? Priscilla... Please go bring our new guest here... I... I need to see this..."

 

[Red Magic]

Azura had stopped in one of the many halls and began hanging portraits of herself everywhere parodying various artists, Mona Lisa, The Scream, Even the melting clocks, and of course the abbey Road Beatles crossing, keeping Ringo ironically. Once she was satisfied she tilted them all to varying degrees and sighed happily."This will liven the place up a little." She then drew sunglasses, and clown accessories on half, and fancy mustaches and monocles on the others.

 

[Zirat]

"Gee, you think the bleak location, creepy doll village and malicious architecture of this place would drive them off, but I guess they just keep coming, huh?" Priscilla remarked dryly as she walked out to intercept the newcomer.

After wandering a fair bit she managed to finally come across the specific interloper, a very fruity looking individual who's individual could only be described as 'whimsical', currently doodling on portraits she was... randomly calling into existence and then placing on the walls.
The question of why didn't she actually summon them up already altered briefly crossed her mind, but then she remembered she had a job to do. Quickly sighting her gun she took a shot that ripped right over her shoulder and punched through the crotch of the Virtuvian Man sketch she was putting MC Hammer pants on.
"Hey, you" she called sternly. "Aren't you a bit old to be drawing on walls? Anyways, I'm supposed to come escort you to the boss, will you be coming willingly?" She asked, not expecting an answer in the positive, she already had one arm reaching for a cluster of Acid Grenades to start off the confrontation should she say no.

 

[Red Magic]

"Well, you found me. Congratulations. Was it worth it? Because despite your violent behavior, the only thing you have managed to break so far is my heart. Maybe you could settle for that and we'll just call it a day." She said dramatically while making all the paintings sepia toned. She then hopped onto the back of the Cyborg and whispered offensively close in her ear. "

Take me to your leader, and share thine secrets, Oh glorious biotech constrapulation~

"

 

[Zirat]

Priscilla's eyes flared up as she was suddenly mounted by the strange vibrant red bimbo. "Hey! I am not some horse you can just hop onto!" She yelled indignantly as she suddenly rammed her back into a nearby wall in an attempt to dislodge her like a mechanical bull.
"You have to legs that aren't broken, so if you want to keep it that way get off and lets get going"

 

[Red Magic]

Upon being smashed into the wall, she scattered into ten smaller versions of herself and then reassembled back into her original shape."K." She shot off as she strode overbearing towards the end of the corridor, she then began to sing scat again, as her attention span soon crashed. "Sboodikidy Doobidy boopidy doba scobabliddly do bop."

 

[Fury Is Me.]

"What a strange intruder we have now..." Asmodeus says. "I wonder what she wants..." She began running through possible scenarios in her head. Regardless of what she came up with, an Iron Maiden made its way in front of the entrance to Asmodeus' chamber.

 

[Zirat]

Watching the strange woman break into multiple smaller versions of herself then reform with a blank expression on her face Priscilla just sighed deeply before directing the... guest towards Asmodeus's throne room, fighting nearly every urge to just haul off and rifle-butt her skull in.
Resisting these urges with great sense of personal control, instead she lead this person to the domain of her Creator, stopping in front of the Iron Maiden Priscilla ordered the girl she was escorting to stop as she tried to contact her boss.
"Asmodeus, this is Priscilla, can you move the doorman here? I've got your new toy here. You may want to feed this one to the centipedes like the last guy, though I'll leave that up to you"