Outside of Bruiser's Hideout: "Well said, like a true friend would. See, this isn't the first time Mark has brought up reviving Furiae. Last time I warned against it, considering he has relinquished all his control over any of his characters, which Furiae would count as, and then as a free woman, what could happen? I have seen her Canon forms, and I know of the lengths her Canon allies will go to. I have also seen some scary non Canon versions, and some nice. The thing is, the less we interact with this world and mess it up, the better off it is. The summoning crap ought to be done in the AA world below us, where at least one of the other Authors can step in and prevent things from spiralling out of control. Here? If shit goes wrong, we have to fight to fix it. And I'm getting sick of it all, I just wanna relax and chill out with some cool dudes and dudettes." Jake explained, keeping his voice neutral and logical.
As the fight ended on the other side of the road, Aftan and Kokoa poked Akane. She took a few steps forward then stopped, looking back at them with puppy eyes. The pair sighed, and walked up, flanking the Kitsune.
"Ano.... Jake. I would like to give you this present as a token of my thanks for everything. Aftan and Kokoa helped me get it from the Spirit Realm. I couldn't really think of anything else to get you..." Akane said as she offered Jake the blue longsword.
Jake was taken aback by this turn of events. He recovered though and accepted the sword. "Aww, youse guys really didn't have to ya know. Just seeing youse all happy is good enough. Mmm, heavy. A good sword! Does it have a name?"
Jake attached the sword to his belt, hanging just below his katana. He drew the blue blade, reveling in it's feel, the strength it seemed to emit and the sharpness of the blade. He gave it a few swings, using a few kata patterns, quickly shifting to a single hand grip after the first few swings.
"Okay, this is seriously cool.. I like this sword very much. Thank you!"
"I didn't know advice could be given as to how to raise the dead properly. Forgive me for trying to preserve you all from the apocalypse striking your worlds. I'll keep quiet next time."
And like that, any emotions Caim might have expressed outside of his usual spectrum were now hidden under his usual skin of anger and loathing.
That was when Jake spoke up and explained things properly as they were, to which Caim nodded along with in agreement.
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"He gets it well enough... As for your offer, Mark... For now, I think I'll pass. I don't want to risk anything cataclysmic; or make Furiae suffer any more than she needs to."
With that, the swordsman became silent again, awaiting the next course of action.
(Note: You can tell I'm liking this part, can't you?)
The Blackhawke ship has been divided into two half's. One side the dark rebellion which Dark Tomoya made by corrupting everyone's mind one by one. They control the frontwards part of the ship containing the Command center. That half of the crew are wearing a dark black uniform with red strips along the sides and sleeves. The other half of the ship are controlled by the previous Blackhawke crew which Storm and Yu gathered to stand against the black lightning virus and the corrupted angels and workers of the rebellion. Yu is handling the front lines of the battle and Storm is at the back in the hanger preparing a fortress.
Blackhawke Command Center.
D.Tomoya was lying in the Command chair slouching. He had gotten too lazy to do all the fighting. After killing around 3 million of the crew, including angels, humans and super humans. "Killing everyone is booooooooooo....ring." Dark Tomoya said as he took a sip of coke (DUN DUNNN DUNNNNN! It's funny because he always drinks pepsi max.). A renegade Shepard stood beside him not daring to move a muscle, otherwise he will see them in front of him on a silver platter.
Blood stains casually dressed the wall and the other officers are still removing the groups of bodies that were not corrupted from the start. "Sir...I think we should take the lead and march straight-BUH!" Shepard was talking until he was hit by a full force soda can to the face, sending him across the room in true anime style. "Did I say you can talk meat bag?" D.Tomoya huffed before he returned to look at the security feed of the battles going on around the ship.
Nothing was happening, no killing, no blood and especially no torture. "Whatever I guess." D.Tomoya said as he summoned his dark lightning katana out of thin air and walked out of the command center, but not before walking directly over Shepard's face, leaving a nice mark. "I guess I have to get this out of the way so I can start the real fun." D.T smirked as he walked down the hallway humming a dark tune.
(Near the) Hanger.
Yu was defending the front of the hanger, protecting the base from soldiers, angels and the occasional super soldier. Huffing for a brief moment, the summoned persona transformed back into a card. Soldiers from the hanger came back in to give Yu a hand and a break, but seconds as a they came in they were automatically decapitated. Dark Tomoya was had already got to the core of their base, covered in what looked like buckets of blood. Smirking as he got the site of Yu, Tomoya summoned his black lightning to corrupt him.
Spotting this, Yu immediately summoned his last and ultimate persona.
(Note: This has to be one of MY favorite cutscenes ever!)
A sudden charge immediately caught D.T off guard. Only hearing, "Aww fu-" before being hit by the Persona and disappearing down the hallway again. This happened but only a few seconds the Persona came flying back and a clapping following him. "Wow...I haven't been that surprised for ages. I may not be at full power yet...but-" D.T was saying but was cut off by yet another charge from the Persona, but this time D.Tomoya kicked the persona straight into a wall and impaled it with a steel pipe.
Yu was already out of breath and down on the ground. This made Dark Tomoya think. "So...hurting this guy...will hurt you...awesome!" Tomoya said whilst stabbing the persona multiple times which went directly back to Yu who was screaming and trembling by the end of the violent assault. The persona quickly disappeared and D.Tomoya walked directly over to Yu. "So much for a God..." Tomoya said and begun laughing crazily again but cut himself off by shooting Yu plainly in the head. The blood splatter and brain went all over the floor but quickly disappeared into golden orbs. "Bye bye, hope you have fun back home." Tomoya said for a second before re-gaining his focus and marched into the hanger.
The first thing D.Tomoya saw when walking into the hanger was around 2 million swords and guns pointed at him. "Back to work I guess." Tomoya sighed but then started to laugh again as he cut three people in half and resumed his killing spree until he had corrupted or killed most of the people here.
An hour of non-stop killing, torture and corrupting.
Every nook and cranny of Dark Tomoya was covered in bloody. I wonder if this makes me a fallen angel?" D.T wondered to himself as he laid on a mountain of dead bodies but to only see one very larger then life man in front of him. "Ah...there you are Storm. I was wondering when I could corrupt my most favorite soldier in all of this hell." Dark Tomoya welcomed him warmly as he jumped off the pile of bodies and right in front of the spartan.
Storm had already drawn his shotgun and energy sword. "I have came here to stop you...you killed millions of us already...you have killed my men and yours. What do you want!?" Storm said as he threw off his helmet in anger. Alpha had already begun the battle plan they had planned out earlier. "It's easy you see...I kill everyone and take over this planet. And eventually kill all life." D.T said easily.
As quick as he could, Storm kicked Dark Tomoya, sending him flying across the room. "Now!" Storm screamed an grabbed onto a railing. Knowing what would happen next, Alpha opened the hanger doors which immediately sucked D.T outside of the ship and floating outside, but the next thing Storm could see is another Dark Tomoya in front of him and grabbed Storm by the throat easily and raised the heavy super human in the air with ease. "How?" Storm gasped. "Holograph." D.Tomoya said with a smirk before black lightning crawled all over Storm and corrupted everything inside the army and also roasted him like a bag of popcorn.
Leaving the unconscious spartan behind in the hanger to recover, Dark Tomoya was going to head to his room to wash millions of people's blood off and started the next phase of his plan. "I need to get rid of those..."
The Door to the "Waiting Room" opened as the Duo's captor returned. "Good news. Found a sewer system that links up to these tunnels I can get out of here! So I win either way. Yay Me!" He said as he locked the door behind him. "Say I've left you waiting long enough, Lets get started." He smiled as he laid down several tools and blades on a tray. "You expect to break me? To beg for mercy? I always knew you were a fool but doing the same-thing time and again yet expecting a different outcome? I pity you, you worthless piece of flith." Angelus growled, having gone though his "Hospitality" before. "Hey, Mind answering a question? What is women and manicures?...."
The sheer strangeness of the question hung in the air. "...What?...You kidnapped the both of us for this?" "Just I always found the idea of the human fingernail weird, I mean, Why? What does it even do? Nothing. And yet people spend hundreds of dollars getting trimmed and painted. Hair, I somewhat understand, but Nails?"
[color=0E59E4]"...W-why are you asking us this?"[/color] "Oh, no reason" He answered as he picked up a pair of pilers and walked over to Angelus. "Well...Get it over with..." "Just like that huh? Come on, you know me and I know you. After Ms. Punching Bag punched back, I realised something..." "That you are a sad waste of flesh?" "No, that I already knew, Get with the times! No, I know how to make your existence sheer pain and despair without even touching you. I thought I could break a 10,000 dragon, but I learned I couldn't." "...So why am I here?" "I know you care for others weaker then yourself. I mean you lost your shit when I even suggested that I banged Luna. And that's it. Here you are, Unable to do anything, Unable to protect..."
Teri was confused by this, but it soon added up. "....What do you mean?" "What I mean is I brought you here to watch. Ain't that right Ms. Gravel?" He said as he glanced back at the writer, snapping the pilers.
Then it clicked.
[HEADING=2]Bruiser was going to torture Teri right in front of Angelus[/HEADING]
He walked over and asked the scared writer "So, want to start with the Fingers or the Toes?"
Caim looked at the Writer's transplanted eyes, and suppressed a shudder. They were so... unnatural to the swordsman, especially in the Writer's face. However, he was willing to stand with Mark when he 'said',
Code:
"What I said stands. I will not try to resurrect her unless I know of a completely fool-proof method that would preserve her mind and body. Furthermore; if I were able, I'd like to ask her myself if she is happy in her current location... Wherever that is. I never really believed in a Heaven or Hell. I've lived in one. I don't know how it could have gotten much worse than [u]that[/u] place... But, essentially, I've grown used to the fact that my sister is dead; and will remain that way for some time."
Caim's gaze looked downwards, and typed,
Code:
"Your intentions are... '[i]Kind[/i]' I suppose."
Even through a machine, the Writers could detect a scathing poison in Caim's words, bitterness coloring their flavor. Caim walked to where he buried the polearm's blade, and placed the weapon back into the Wheel,
Code:
"Focus upon those you Write for. I will make my own fate. My 'Patron' has given me that privilege, as contradictory as that may sound..."
Teri's eyes widened in horror at the sight of the pliers, knowing full well about the process of nail removal. Sure, it was a little better than the bamboo methods of doing so; but was pretty assured of the painful procedure that was about to unfold; desperately thrashing in her seat to get away, "None! Neither! Nein! いいえ!"
Angelus grit her teeth in anger, and started breathing in deeply, simultaneously calling to her partner as she did so, "CAIM! HE INTENDS TO TORTURE THE AUTHOR! GET IN HERE!"
It was then the dragon shot fire directly at Bruiser's head.
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Caim's head perked up, and only three words escaped the PDA before he charged in;
Turning in time to see the incoming ball of flame, Bruiser brought a arm up to block it. "Oh yeah...forgot about that..." He sighed before he turned her chair around to face away from him and Teri, leaving her target out of her field of vision. "Shame, still, you can listen. Now where we?"
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As all this was going on, Cortex was drinking in the Portal Lab, praying for some why to get out of this mess.
If he went against Bruiser, he'd be a laughing stock.
It was then he got Mark's Message.
[color=B4b400]"Christ above, another one? [sub]Greatest Evil Mastermind my ass[/sub]"[/color] He groaned as he went to alert Bruiser.
[color=b4b400]"....You know what?....Fuck that asshole..."[/color] He smirked as a Plan for pay-back came to light.
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The air of fear was broken
[sub]~I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever wasssss~[/sub] "....Are you fucking kidding me?..." He cursed as his ringtone went off. "....You are lucky I need to take this, but when I get back, Ain't nothing gonna stop me. Remember that." He growled in Teri's face as he left the room to take the call. "This had better be good..."
[color=b4b400]"Oh, and it will be..."[/color] Cortex grinned as his betrayal went into effect.
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Topside, Mark watched as Caim ran off.
It was then he got Cortex's Message.
Clicking on the link, It turned Bruiser's PDA into a Sonar, giving a layout of the tunnels and his location on Mark's Tablet.
As well as a Massive Red Dot just over the entrance. "CAIM! STOP! THERE'S A BOMB!" He shouted just before Caim went to kick in the door, Causing him to pause and saving his life.
After hearing that, Caim peered into the half open door and found the Live Shell Bruiser had left. Well...That was close... He thought as he began to slowly take it down, fearful of it exploding in his hands.
Angelus did her best to crane her neck to get a good look at her Author, but found the position that Bruiser had placed the chair was an unfortunate one if she wanted to get a good look at Teri. However.... She didn't need to look. Her heightened senses was all she needed to know the girl's condition. The room was filled with a soft tapping noise, which Angelus could only guess was the chair wobbling ever so lightly from the girl's shaking. This was further compounded by the Writer beginning to cry, her sobs giving the room a dark ambiance. Angelus shook her head in anger. What could she do in light of this? She couldn't allow Bruiser to get away with his scare tactics. This girl wasn't built for anything like that! The dragon decided that all she could do, was comfort the girl as best as she was able (which may not be much).
"Teri... Um... Look, I know for a fact that Caim and the others are coming for us. They're already in this facility."
*sniff* *sob* "What? But *sob* Bruiser destroyed my *sniff* computer! How did they find us?"
The dragon shrugged, "I'm not entirely sure, but I do know for a fact that they are here. Caim, for one, nearly got us both killed. He almost ran into a bomb. And, someone named Mark is doing a lot of technological support. He's hacked into the Brute's machines... Somehow. But they ARE coming. Just hang tight, alright?"
"But what if he comes back before they do?"
The dragon gave a small growl; "I will not allow him to touch you."
"How?"
"Give me a minute..."
That was when a terrible smell began to fill the two women's noses, and Teri realized what the dragon was doing.
"Are you crazy?! You'll hurt yourself more than help yourself!"
"... To quote my fool of a human; I've had worse. Apologies, Caim."
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As Caim moved the bomb, he grit his teeth as he felt a distinct burning begin to warp around his arms, making him call out silently in pain.
"What is that mad Dragon doing?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!"
"....You call me....in the middle of a operation....to tell me....to be careful?..."
[color=B4B400]"Oh well pardon me for caring about your safety. If you're to be like that, Then I'll just hang up. Farewell."[/color] Cortex answered with the Largest Troll Face imaginable. "....When I get back, I'm giving you the MOTHER of all wedgies..." Bruiser said as he shut down the Link, his PDA still giving his position to Mark. "Christ, now the mood is broken..." He grumbled as he began making his way back into the room.
Large footsteps could be heard as he neared Angelus and Teri.
For all that pain, there was some payoff, one of the arm bars was off, only 3 remained.
But he was getting closer...
"Well I could use a shot or two", Fionn began to drift over to the table, still not impressed with Kyre's demeanor. He sat down, making sure to distance himself from the freakout near him, focusing on getting a glass.
The Preacher meanwhile, was interested with the newcomer. "Can I help you sir?" He began to walk over to "Heidern", keeping his hand at the ready in case he had to draw quickly. He is no accountant. He had his suspicions, tempered somewhat by his experience with the unknown and random, so he didn't entirely judge the man yet.
Heidern looked back at The Preacher when he approached him. This is place is the same freak show it always was... He thought.
"Uh...No, just came to drop that back...But...wow...this is quite a place isn't it?" He stuttered slightly as he walked around the Canteen in feign fascination.
"This place must be worth Billions...how do you afford it?" He asked, hoping to changed the topic.
He must think me to be like these children. Preacher wasn't fooled for an instant, he'd seen countless rogues and thieves attempting to take attention off of themselves. Yet while he could read faces and stances, he couldn't read minds, there was no telling what abilities this man possessed. He resolved to monitor the man, lest he attempt something.
"Indeed, it is a fine ship. I'm not the owner so I wouldn't know." Preacher on the other hand had mastered deception, able to pass himself off as a priest or Evangelical, then preventing any injustice he could do something about.
...I think he's onto me...
"Oh....Ok, I'm sorry, I merely Assumed, Seeing you in here and all..." Heidern said, keeping up his act anyway, There was no point in letting other people see thought it as well.
"So...What parts do you come from? I mean, I haven't many that looked like you on my travels..." He asked as he checked out some of what was available at the Canteen. Yep, He's onto me...
Despite the pain wringing through his limbs, Caim continued on with his compatriots, desperate to get the two out.
"Aaaaaaugh!!! Dragon, what in devil's name is going on in there?!"
"I'm working to get us out! He's almost back, and I need to break my bonds. Caim, lend me your strength for but a moment. That stubborn will of yours will do me well here."
"Alright... give me a sec."
With that, he allowed his body to move on instinct alone, following silently after his companions, while his mind seemed to meld with the dragon's. He could sense her panic and desperation flowing into him; which Caim fought off with his hands; quelling the fears; and joining (mental) hands with his partner.
"Do your thing. I'm here with you."
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On the dragon's end, she smiled in feeling her partner's cocky attitude flow to her. It was... interesting, to say the least, to share emotions with a human. However, that boost was just what she needed, and with an unearthly roar, she found herself free from the chair; her arms scalded from the metal; and their shared hatred of the Machamp burning in her breast.
Teri, on the other hand, was looking on with a mixture of shock and awe. It was exactly like how she used to write the Pact Partners; full of strength and confidence, even in the most dire of situations (and, of course, lending each other a hand if necessary.)
"Wow..."
Angelus turned to Teri's bonds and in the moments before Bruiser arrived, looked to see if she could do the same for the girl...
"If he comes, I will end him... No fear, little Author. I will aide you."
"Fucking Cortex man, I am going to tear that egghead's di-...oh....bollox..."
Teri watched as a plume of Fire sprayed right into Bruiser's exposed and unprotected face with the expected results.
As the Monster recoiled back in pain, Angelus patched onto his back and held for dear life while spewing a unending stream of fire from her hands into the face of Bruiser.
Screams of angony filled the entire tunnel system as Bruiser flailed madly, doing everything possible to dislodge her.
Klaara hopped out of the way and let all the writers and their creations pass through, though she intended to see this hooliganism to the end she did not intend to deprive Mark and co. of the satisfaction of the fight. She leaned against the cool stone of the mountain and looked out at the dancing faerie lights blinking in the light of the setting moon.
Then Klaara decided to be a little proactive and drew some blood, drawing a small circle with a tangential line on each 90 degree sidem "Hold the line."
The fairy dispersed into the night and surrounded the mountain in a unbreakable ring, securing this little piece of the land from the rest of the corporeal world.
The Anti-Mage suddenly stole a kiss on Kurumu's lips and laughed to herself, "It's fun, c'mon." She offered the little leather satchel to Kurumu again. The powder inside sparkled like ground gemstones. It gave off a very strong sweet scent, almost like sugar, and seemed to radiate a little light. But one thing was sure, these things were saturated heavily with magical essence. Kyre shoved the bag up to Kurumu's eye level, "It's fun, just a little nip and you'll feel right as rain no matter what. Maybe give a little to Mr. Puce Broodypants over there too."
Kyre dabbed her finger into the pouch and placed another dusting on her tongue, before swallowing and grinning widely, "Oh gods, I haven't felt this good in ages." She slumped to the floor, chuckling to herself, "better than all the sex and violence in the world."
In the shadows of the hallway, a red cloaked figure was watching. His green eyes glared sharply at the two women from beneath his hat and his redwood staff hit the ground with an impatient rhythm, "Titania, you're cheating." he grumbled to himself. Red Mage thumbed his hat anxiously, "Kurumu, snap her out of it."
Klaara stared absently at Lilith and popped a pre-lit cigarette into her mouth and turned the entire length into ash with one solid breath. She paused, spat the but out and exhaled, the grey smoke clouding the air in front of her for a brief moment. "What in bloody blazes are you two."
Kyre sputtered loudly at the sudden downpour of cold water. She was unprepared, and took a good deal into her lungs, and the Anti-Mage was coughing heavily while leaning against the shower wall. Kyre opened her eyes and looked at Kurumu, they seemed to be lost, looking desperately over the Succubus' face for a hint at what to do. As if she were a lost child trying to deduce the mood of her parent. Red Mage was standing behind Kurumu, his spectral body only visible to Kyre.
"What do you mean!?" Kyre finally said, moving forward to grab Kurumu by the arms. Her cheek was bright red where she had slapped her earlier, "this is good for me, and good for you." The Anti-Mage searched for the bag again, but when she couldn't find it she chuckled. "I need it so I can stay here. And the best part was, she said it would never run out... I could stay with the Rising Dawn indefinitely. It's so good, you have to try it Kuru, you'd be happy, you'd see everything so much better."
Kyre grinned and pushed herself away from Kurumu before resuming her search from the small bag. Her vials clinked lightly ax she staggered, weighing down her leather vest. Red Mage appeared behind Kurumu, standing tall and silent. His right hand held onto the little leather bag, "It's faerie dust. It makes the user see and feel what they want to. Highly addictive with no adverse side effects. It's another tool of the slave trade in her home plane." He dropped the bag in Kurumu's hands, "however that applies to wargs and humans. I do not know what it might do to the Prybatian physiology. But I'm guessing she'll die when the drug wears off and her immune system begins to try and expel the magic."
"My name is Claire 何月明 Todaro," Klaara responded casually with her 'legal' name, "I'm the replacement writer for the deceased Savasaan 何耀基 Todaro." She placed another cigarette in her mouth and absently smoked it as she talked, "I'm guessing you're from the other world, one of yeh looks like something out of Fallout," Klaara pointed at Lilith and then turned to Jac, "and quite frankly you look like a manwhore. No offense."
She motioned her hands in a little circle to indicate she was moving along, "everyone important is down the road in the tunnel. You can probably go meet up with them if you wish. Make sure you give the one with the mask a especially hard time."
Red Mage was staring very intently at the Anti-Mage, his green eyes lacked any of the previous mischief and mirth that he had carried with his person. "The problem is not that there is magic in her right now, but that magic can freely flow through her. When the Dust wears off, her immune system will return to normal, and she'll suffocate under the amount of magic the Faerie dust accumulated. As long as she's taking some she'll stay alive."
Kyre laughed to herself and cocked her head when Kurumu returned, she wasz acting stupidly childish. Especially for a grown woman of twenty seven, "if I was me, I wouldn't be able to stay here," she said softly, casting her eyes at her hands, "if I don't leave then I'll just end up making everyone else go away."
The Mage in Red grumbled.
"I don't like dead friends," Kyre continued, she rubbed her hands together, as if trying to wash them of something, "I don't like it when their blood runs through these hands, it dries and never comes off. " Kyre laughed gleefully to herself and unstrapped her vest and taking out the heroin syringes. She prepped one and injected herself in the arm.
She sighed disdainfully, "These don't work anymore. Potions and smokes and drinks don't work anymore." Kyre tossed the remaining tubes to the ground and put a hand on Kurumu's arm, "I like this friend, and I don't want her to go away."
"Titania, this is low. If you drive her from her only friend, there is no guaranteeing that she will go searching for a way home. She might very well commit suicide," Red Mage said aloud to himself.
Klaara pushed the flask away, "I, I'm a bad drunk. Trust me." Then something hit her like a semi. Klaara bolted up and stared down Jac, "What do you mean by 'made Red Mage's sister' I have not done anything on that forum!" At this point she had indeed given up on the prospect of being able to spend some time to herself.
"*We are not wronged, but rather god has given us a path to follow, for us to find our own way to hea-ven! Take me there, my good lord, take me there with my mother and my father~*" Kyre was singing to herself now in a broken lyrical tune.
Red Mage put a hand on Kurumu and pulled her back away from the Anti-Mage, "Be careful, you saw what she wass when you were linked with her didn't you?" Red Mage was as close to anger as he had been in a very long time, "once she loses her self control, she'll slaughter everyone near her."
Kyre smiled at Kurumu and laughed joyfully, holding out her hand, "It doesn't matter, the little Red Magus will keep giving me powder, so I can be forever happy, and I can be with my new friends for as long as it takes for one of us to die."
When Slindis saw Melethia on the top of the ship with Lucifer, she was stunned. Somehow the alcohol must have gotten to her, because it looked like her daughter was right in front of her! Rubbing her eyes didn't change the unbelievable sight, and Lufifer could see the paladin's growing smile. The young girl pounced and crushed her mother with a tight hug. [color=c20000]"How did you get here, Melethia? Shouldn't you be back home?"[/color] Slindis hugged her back tightly, andif it weren't for the skin, one would think the two were blood relatives.
"I can only be with the Banshee for so long, Mom. You're okay? You really are? I'm not hearing things?" The young girl was on the verge of tears and clinged onto the drow tighter, almost as if she feared she'd vanish into the ether if she didn't let go.
Slindis rubbed the young girl's hair, speaking soothingly to the xhild. [color=c20000]"Why would you stay with the Banshee for so long? Your Uncle, Auntie, and little Sadei probably miss you as much as I do."[/color]
The young girl started crying. "Mom, I don't think they're around at all any more!"
Even as she embraced her young girl, she looked Lucifer in the eyes and spoke in a lrvrl tone. [color=c20000]"Could you explain this, fallen one?"[/color]
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