Crimson Knights

[Cerderus]

Wynfor listened to Audrey, shaking his head slightly as she finished. "I wish I could have tailed him," he sighed, knowing that he would never would have even if he had known. That would have involved leaving Audrey alone and unprotected. "I'm sorry if i concerned you," he said apologetically as he unsheathed the blade he had retrieved. He hated to worry Audrey but if he were to let his guard down, it could mean her undoing. He checked the blade to make sure that the weapon was still a viable, he hadn't used it in a long time. His dagger was nice for escorting, but a sword was always more useful and versatile weapon in his mind. Once he was satisfied that the blade was in good condition, he sheathed it and clipped it to his belt. He was getting ready for the worst, hoping it would never come.

[Duke of Night]

At the Alucard armory-
If several beings of light attacked a giant shadow-face-hole on the floor, they've at least shut it up. If the floor it's on, the building it consists in, and the general space it's in crumples and is set aflame while basically exploding, it's pretty dead. (Congratulations, amazing attacks, well thought out strategies, very accomplished.) A horrible screech would excrete from the building along with the sound of metal crumpling and things clashing around. The face tried desperately to hang on to it's last stretch of pseudo-life while being hit and exploded, desperately widening it's mouth and attempting to swallow the building. All that was left was a strange lump of crumpled metal half-submerged into the ground. People would be by shortly to inspect it though it would easily be covered up. By who though would be unknown as of yet...

Update on Audrey's story soon (still thinking through the event)

[Duke of Night]

possibly next tuesday

[Rtron]

Alucard began to go to sleep, exhausted by the amount of energy he had output from what was supposed to be a simple days training. They immediately flew open when Amy offered to cook pancakes. If Alucard could be said to have a minor weakness, it was good cooking. As it was, Amy was the best cook he knew of. Alucard grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Pancakes sound wonderful. Amazing. Delicious. So on so forth. I'm assuming that you're doing the cooking." He said. He began messing with his little metal chain, sending it slithering through his fingers back and forth........with out even moving his hands. It was a little habit he had picked up a while ago, and it stuck. Most of the time he did it unconsciously, such as times when he was unnerved by recent events and needed something repetitive to calm his nerves. Such as being nearly killed by Death's little assassins. Speaking of which. Alucard winced and placed a hand on his shoulder, where he had been hit by the initial attack. " Thanks for that back there. You saved my life." He said quietly.

[ladybella]

Amy steered her piece of junk car towards her apartment and parked outside, turing off the engine.
"It's my job," She said dryly, "Come on, let's go," She said and stepped out of her car. Once Alucard was out of the car she led him up the stairs to her apartment and let them in.
"Sit down," She ordered and headed for the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas she tossed it to him, "For your arm," She added then turned to her clean kitchen and began to get down pans and mixing bowls with which to start the meal with.

Soon she was bustling about the kitchen, flipping pancakes, sizzling bacon, and sausage and the smells were mouthwatering. Amy hadn't eaten anything that day, so as she cooked her stomach protested loudly.
"Here," She said, over the noise in the kitchen. She placed the plate, piled with food upon the bar. There was a kitchen table, but Amy rarely used it because eating at the bar was so much easier and it was easier to clean up. She didn't have to set the bar, therefore it was automatically better. Amy hated setting the table.
"What do you think we should do?" She asked quietly as she dished out her own plate and set it on the counter next to Alucards. She went to the fridge and got out the orange juice, pouring two glasses and then walked around and climbed into a chair, "I have to be to work in a while, you can stay here if you want too," Amy said looking at her watch. She was a hostess at a high end restaurant, one she hoped one day she could be the head chef at. First she had to go to culinary school, so for now she was just the hostess.

[Duke of Night]

"Famine!" Death called into his black chamber. She appeared at his side in a whisp of grey-blue smoke and dust, an emaciated figure covered in old white cloth. "Yes, my lord?" She asked of him. Her voice was dry and croaked. "We have plenty of survivors... Send in the Sins." He said, leaning back and tenting his bone-fingers together, making an odd clacking sound. Famine laughed and bowed slightly. "Of course my lord." Her throat managed to get out. She dissapeared in a whisp and reappeared ironically in a kitchen. She moved in a strange way, her joints seemed to pull and resist but when she got them to move they did so in quick flourishes, resulting in an erratic motion that waxed and waned, ebbed and flowed. She grabbed what looked like a large soup can, plunging a long, sharply nailed finger in and puring it into a large cauldron. She set a strange teal fire under it and withdrew several things. "A Glob of Gluttony!" She gawed, dropping a spoonful of a brown-green goo in, "An eels worth of Envy," She eased out, putting something akin to a bright green noodle in, "A good gunk of Greed," She gulped, sending in a jello-like chunk of golden-green, "Just a sliver of Sloth," She smile, working hard to get out a sliver of a dark-brown, mollasses like substance, "A weed of Wrath!" She wriggled in delight as she crushed up a large red weed angrily and put it in as well, "Oooh, A nice Link of Lust!" She laughed, putting in a strangely shaped pinkish-red thing, "Now for a little Pinch of Pride!" She prudely pinched a bit off what looked like purple pear and dropped it in. Next she giddily took a large, long spoon and stirred it around. "Now my prettys, inspire your sakes upon those who have come against us!" She hissed maliciously, dropping in a few other things. A lock of hair, and a bit of bloody metal were upon the heap of small items she put in. Now they would wait....

Since your both about to eat food...
The delicious food would, undetectably to it's server and receiver, now be tainted in plenty of ways. Every different food, different bite, down to the bearest energetically charged psycic proton, would be a different sin, each with it's own flavor and aspects. It won't happen all at once, you'll experience different symptoms and sins, slowly building for perhaps up to an hour after you've eaten, and then your mind will be temporarily absorbed by your greatest sin! There are some obvious ways to get out of this, but remember, you were going to eat it. You will eat it. And there is little doubt you wouldn't continue eating it as normal, especially considering the tastes. Figure out how to fight it or be consumed by your favorite sin! (Chance for an appearence of the Sin itself instead of it's energy induced 'spice-form)

[Leather Wytch]

She had passed the astral and ethereal realms long ago. The void where mortals go to dream was left far behind. Ana drifted now through the darkening abyss of pulsating energies which lay beyond all that was safe and known. From lumenescent flashes into shadowy whisps, she floated. Or perhaps swam. The way in which she traveled was not like movement in the physical realm. It was wholly different. The spirit of Mai Ling holding onto her clawed hand, as they drifted deeper into the shrouded planes than any lifeform like unto humanity dares to explore.

As the vast reaches of this limbonic plane were traversed Mai Ling's capacity for thought would try to implode in on itself. Ana was the one familar thing and link to comprehension that she had within the oppressive nightmare of nonsensical sights and experiences all around her. And as her hand clung to Ana's, so her mind clung to the zeal and devotion with which she had come to serve and believe in Ana and Famine during her life. Through the yawning abyss of Madness they traveled. And as they did, Mai Ling's humanity was twisted. Ana, Famine, Death and all that was of them became like the pleasantest childhood memories. While goodness, life and all that made earthly existence pure and special were shattered within the core of her soul.

When they finally entered the outskirts of Death's realm, Mai Ling was no longer the pathetic spirit of a dead woman. Though her appearance remained the same for now, the very essence of what she was had been so tainted by their detour through that realm of chaos and madness that she had become something inherently demonic. Something that found comfort and joy through starvation and death. Once she was trained, she would surely move up quickly through the ranks of Famine's legions.

The two made their way beyond the demon-haunted, barren plains and into the realm proper. Through vast gardens of diabolical beauty. Scenes of agony and rot flooded their senses as the went. And they delighted in this mutant paradise which only became stranger and more horrific. For, to them, the true horror was in the pitiable realm of earth where mortals strove to escape the beauty of darkness and sheltered themselves from it's pure, relentless truth deep within the perversions of the light.

Together they strode into an ageless, terrifying keep. Mai Ling was beginning to adjust to the nature of this realm as Ana lead her through a dimly lit and winding maze of hellish corridors and spiraling stairways. This went on until they reached a large room that was like a small arena and where stood many guardian creatures against the walls. In the center was a circular thing of flesh and bone. It was a horrid portal. A morbid archway which issued forth a waterfall of blood. A ghostly repilian thing stood near this grotesque doorway and looked a question to Ana as they approached. Ana answered with a nod before leading Mai Ling through the portal of blood. Soon they would be transported into the private levels of Famine's lair.