[center][h1][color=silver]Annabelle Irons[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Annabelle paused as she was called out to, by a young sounding voice at that. Maybe another magical girl? Then again it could be the odd random background sort of person who needed directions, or who was traveling through the area, or such things. But regardless of who it was...why would they want to chat to her? Turning to look around, Annabelle blinked a couple times as she looked back at the rusty-colored eyes of the other girl. It was kinda odd, but not exactly an abnormal look, and it wasn't like the girl's question was abnormal anyway. Hair color was kinda nice tho, somewhat like a shade of red....unless it was some shade of red? Eh, at the moment the redheaded magical girl herself was more mentally concerned with buying gifts for her new friends. She'd already found something nice for Elroy after going into a pawn shop, or at least maybe something that'd fit his personality. Maybe. Hell if she knew for sure, she was trying her best here! Though despite being thrown off by the new person, she threw on a happy smile regardless. Maybe this could be another friend? One could never know. Though....a pawn shop! Aha! [color=silver]"Huh? Oh! Yeah, i just got out of a pawn shop near here, not sure if its the same place you might remember. I'm kinda new here myself anyways~,"[/color] Annabelle said, giving a light giggle before continuing on, [color=silver]"Sorry, its been a long day. I can show ya there if you want!"[/color] She didn't mind, personally, not that it would have been hard to give a flat "no" as an answer in the first place. Regardless, she had been about to turn around the backtrack, before going the other direction down the street from the Pawn Shop. Figures being new hadn't helped when it came to finding that jewelry store...ugh. [@FamishedPants] [center][h3]-Back Near The Abandoned School, Soth's Neighborhood-[/h3][/center] Creatures slithered about the surrounding, abandoned buildings. Three had been secured for their lord, and not many more to go before things could begin. [color=silver]Runes[/color] were being carved into inner walls and underneath roof tiles, [color=limegreen]sigils[/color] being scrawled in [b][color=red]blood[/color][/b] acquired from....various sources, and [color=gold]chanting[/color] in alien and unfathomable tongues was concealed to a hushed volume and tone to avoid 'making a scene'. Shadows filled with indeterminable horrors within slinked about in shapes abounding, moving about more and more as the night would get closer and closer, and they became less and less able to be noticed by any potential passerby. They patrolled the grounds, the rooms, the chambers, and streets like bloodhounds, seeking resources nearby, subtly gliding about like silent predators on the prowl... Other monsters weren't [i]safe[/i] here, not at all, as they had the status of merely being but the [u]harvested crops[/u] for these horrors' lord without a second thought. Work had also been moving along rather well, all that was needed was...well, their Lord knew what was needed for what was to come. Such a grace that would be granted to this mundane world, a boon of unimaginable magnitude to their kind and all who stood alongside them. It would be an honor, a privilege many would merely be lucky and blessed to witness in all these millennia....and it would in the end be- [color=crimson][i]'....[b]glorious[/b]. Yet so [b]radiant[/b], even...- -...that it would [b]blot out the sun[/b] in comparison...'[/i][/color] [hr] [center][h1][color=blue]Nina Kujo[/color] and [color=violet]Alice Honorsby[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] The person before her seemed to shift in a manic mood, building and building then...stopped in an instant by a seeming pain. Red Rifle....no, Alice had seen this sort of person before, this sort of twisted mind that latched upon a fancy like a predator's fangs dug into upon the butt of a prey animal in flight. Was this girl's patron a Horror? Perhaps. It could also be something else, even though horrors were usually the sort to result in such a mental state. Yet some could, as well, be twisted by their own accord without the need to be bent by a horror or some other power. The world could really be a sick place when one saw enough of it, witnessed enough events, and watched the worst happen at times to those who didn't deserve it. She been about to deliver more witty lines and bravado, maybe to entice this girl into a manic frenzy and distract her, but as Chloe changed so did Alice in regards to her expression. Where once was teasing, flirty attitude there was now more of a concerned look then before. A rather serious look, even, as it could be said. The lines she was delivering sounded like a movie-villain's monologue to get recruits from some place. It was not an invalid question to herself, though, which was the scary part. She'd seen the suffering of many, and things that she'd dare never want to recount to others. Some had called her "jaded" for it, but...if one couldn't adjust to this way of life after getting stuck in it, and without a bonus way out of it all, then they would die. She'd seen it so many times, it could have made a normal person maybe lose their mind, or suddenly turn sick as their insides churned at what a magical girl like herself had witnessed. [color=violet]"...Heh, not a bad question to use for this sort of stuff. Cheesy, but effective. So then....what's your offer? What is this solution to the world's suffering you propose, patron of Chloe?"[/color] Red Rifle said, her tone not wavering, giving her cheeky trademark grin as she waited for an answer. It wasn't a trap, or a refusal. Merely a question, a desire to "get to the point" of it all hear this out. Surely someone looking to recruit could do that much, just to answer a little question in some manner, eh? Though instinctively her body was already ready in case of a sudden attack, or a surprise ambush, or such things to occur. The air of this "encounter" had changed, and that wasn't always a good sign. [@Rune_Alchemist]