Dezuel

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

I am not overly familiar with fate, have only knowledge from an ps2 game, some clips from various anime of it. But yeah, I would like to join in as a saber as it still says it is open. If assassin or caster would open up that would fit even better but I am happy just joining if tbere is room. I intend in such a case to bring in the norse mythology character Alberich, king of the dwarves/elves. As for the master, It could work for either side. Will post tomorrow when I am by a computer and you can decide if you,ll want me in. Thanks, Dez.

Royal Rumble!

Midnight tournament place...

Celine had narrowed her eyes, trying to keep her sight on both Wolf and Vernon. The chunk of ice which flew between her and Andras did cause Celine to adjust her pose and her eyes fell on Vernon as he began to walk closer. It was something about the way he spoke which annoyed her. The loss of a comerade, the whole situation or perhaps it was her own pride and inability of being able to do much about these people.

Vernon's words about Bertrand however did stir something in her. She had always been with Adam, Bertrand and Darla. Now Bertrand was no more. It made her feel hollow inside, despite the fact that she actually were.

"How dare you..." Celine said through gritted teeth, showing clear anger towards Vernon.

Before Celine could say something else the sound of a car with its tires screeching against the ground caught her attention. A masked person was driving it, not only that the person introduced themselves as the Fallen One. Before making the statement. "Come with me if you want to live."

It caught Celine offguard. Who was this masked person? Was it an ally? Was it someone trying to take Galbrek's target? Someone who wanted to use her knowledge to get to her creator, even if she was the least fond of her master. It meant trouble and doing something not according to plan was a death sentence or very close to it no doubt.

That's when something struck her in the shoulder, an arrow fired by Wolf had flown straight through her. It caused her arm attached to that shoulder to begin to slowly loosen and fall, in that moment Andras was freed and Celine instinctively grabbed her lost arm with her remaining one.

"Ungh! Damn it!" She sprouted as purple energy began to pour out of the hole in her shoulder and upper arm area. She looked at the car and it's driver and decided to not heed the masked persons words, she had lost the target, her allies and her arm. She gave the gathering of people one last look before she began to ran, using the remainder of her energy to project a purple and circular barrier around herself as she ran. It made her visible easily but right now he main concern was survival.

Had she not have lost her arm and her target, she would have likely gotten into that car and relieved it from the driver. But as it now was she had nothing to bring back to master Galbrek, perhaps Darla was out there somewhere and she could regroup with her. Or perhaps run into her master who she did not like but right now needed to appease or suffer his wrath. Things were not looking well.

Galbrek. Her creator had warned her not to go astray from the original plans, Bertrand had previously done plenty of that which he had suffered for greatly. Not only that but were any of them to be captured, they would be targetted and exterminated for certain. Their master had a particular policy about not having his plans spoiled or his whereabouts known to the common populace. Even among the Mephisto school, it was tricky to pinpoint his location at times.

She needed her creator's aid now however. Her arm was ruined. Her borrowed power seeping out of her. Would she go rogue or surrender she would likely die, either to them or to Galbrek's wrath. Would she return wounded and without the prey, there was a slight chance of survival. But likely was a big gamble. She could go into hiding, but in her state she would be found by either side and dealt with.

"Darn it all..."

Further away... close to an old ruckus of a building.

"Huuh...huuh...huh..." Darla was panting heavily Before she checked her chest and realized, she could not be fatigued or suffer from those kind of things. "I.. made it..." She said in a low voice, almost like a whisper. "To safety... to Master Galbrek..." She moved to the old door to the building and lifted on an old pot with a dead plant in it. Under it laid the key to said door, which she picked up after looking around with nervous Eyes. She put it into the keyhole and unlocked the door, stepping inside and closing the door behind.

Her master prefered to have a bad Visual outside but inside the building was well decorated and Clean, in the hall was a bust of Galbrek himself made in stone. On the nearby wall, a portrait of her master in a Royal attire with a rose in his mouth. Then further along the way to his Chambers were portraits of relatives, ofcourse in smaller size than the big welcoming portrait of her maker. She carefully turned the door handle and stepped in, looking as pathetic as she felt. She was met with silence. There was no one there but her.

"Not here? Master Galbrek... I need your help.. I am broken... I- Bertrand is..." She said in a low tone to none in particular.

She turned over to look at the table which Galbrek often sat down by. It had a few drawings of odd symbols and names of people. All she could do now was to wait, pray and hope that her benefactor would come and rescue her in her sadness. She hoped that Adam and Celine was allright. Bertrand had told her to run. But now who would tell her what to do?

"What should I do now? I am not a broken doll... I am not broken... I will become human... I must serve Master Galbrek. He will save me..." She sat down and pressed her hands together in a praying manner, she had seen people of religion do this when they wanted aid. Perhaps it would work for her? Some angel might come and rescue her?

Royal Rumble!

Vittorio, Celestine and Galbrek

(Collab between myself and AtomicNut)

Furtive stares were exchanges as the young man began to collect some of his belongings. With a deft hand, he discarded the outfit he was wearing, the clothes messily scattered everywhere, down to his slips. He just sighed as he counted the things, and, pulling something out of a golf club case, weighed it in his hand. A katana. He carefully slid it out of the scabbard, before gently putting back again. "Sharp and unbent. Good." Meanwhile, he addressed both of the other men with rather taciturn silence, not even bothering to reply even once. When Galbrek left the room, he did not even answer back to his rude departure.

"I suppose." was his answer to Vittorio's quips about not being better than those who kept himself in a locker. The boy was really trying to dig hard and deep for sympathy, wasn't he? Just like Galbrek. Except that there was a wrongness in the demon's compelling attitude. That...was not what it should've happened. Had the boy tampered with his mind? Only one way to know. He grasped inside his own thoughts, and flushed out the haze out of his thoughts. Indeed, it had felt like mind control. He clenched his fist as he dressed, this time in the lovely female uniform of Mephisto's, which he had customized to include a couple of combat boots and tough leather gloves. Things could get really rough there.

"Well, that's about as ready one can get." He added, while slipping the straps of a porcelain mask beneath his head. Weapon at his hip, as well as a cornucopia of objects in a waistpack. Some first aid tools, as well as painkillers. It was then when his mind seemed to grasp for something, and slammed his fist against an open palm. "Oh! I was almost forgetting, gotta care of your body." Celestine added as he went to the bedside once more, and pulled the blankets over the battered real body of Vittorio with a caring expression.
Which he didn't drop as he injected a sedative jab in his arm, chock full of morphine. "The morphine shot so you can stop hurting yourself and be in top shape soon. Sorry to disappoint you, Vittorio. I am not as bad as the ones that did this to me. I am worse. And I've been told to secure this school's assets -whether they like it or not."

Vittorio sighed softly in his ghostly form. As he watched how Celestine gave his physical body a blanket and morphine. He almost phased out of his astral form as the needle pressed through his skin. "You are as much an asset to this place as I am... you are surely here for a reason much like myself."

He was waiting for Celestine to get ready if he was indeed going to join in the quest. "I've become a monster, I am fine with it. As long as I can kill that other monster and Alto. You may have been kept in a locker and treated unfairly indeed. Imagine being in that locker for two years straight. That's how I feel. Now I hunger to strike out on the ones who put me in it, but more so for the unforgivable act of ending those whom mattered more than my own existance to me."

The astral form of Vittorio was glowing up briefly and his tentacle like wings were twitching, some even slashing across the floor in a sense someone would expect from someone tapping their feet when waiting.

"This William person. I have no intention of killing him. A few questions is all. Do you wish to keep him? He could prove a useful asset to Clara and the others."

He spoke in a somewhat ponderous tone to Celestine, looking over his back still. "Someone who defiles the dead. I don't have any compassion for. If that is indeed the case. Bring a syringe with sedative with you. It may prove useful in restraining our target." Vittorio shrugged and began to walk out of the room on his own, unable to wait any longer.

"If things get too heated. Pull out. I gave my body to the gods already, you don't have to give them yours aswell. I'll be fine... don't worry."

"You're one stubborn self-pitying bastard." Celestine eyed the tirade of Vittorio, without lifting an eyebrow. "And trying to sympathize won't earn you any points. Oooh, look at me, the tragic hero of the tale!" Celestine added as he began to walk, his hand on his hip. "Except this is not a tale, and heroes only exist in tabloid newspapers. Let me tell you something. If she was alive, would she be happy that you're hurting yourself for it, or would she encourage you to clench your teeth and nurse your wounds? Damned masochist. Like I said, revenge is best served cold." He paused.

"As for that god apprentice, I don't really care. He will be struck by his own hubris." The effeminate man added as he kept walking, and then out of the blue, started to turn in a certain direction far from building.

The reason no other than the sports car that was neatly parked a few meters ahead, with its owner too busy trying to woo some younger college students. Perfect. Celestine said, as he withdrew a syringe, and with the precision of a dart thrower, buried it in the neck of the driver, before deftly picking up the keys from the poor bystander. "I'm taking this. Evening ladies." He said in a cheeky voice as he began to drive the car like a pro, in the direction Galbrek had indicated.

"Heroes do not exist at all... Celestine. Heroes save people from death. There was no hero then- Ah...hnn...gah..." Vittorio's form began to fade out as they walked, his hands grabbing his astral head, the morphine had taken effect and caused his concentration to waver and he fell into darkness. A deep slumber.

Well, one less worry. Now onto the other. He added as he spotted a couple of figures ...in a mailbike He couldn't resist a chortle, before he flicked the lights of the luxurious jet-black sports car, before catching up to them. "Hop in here, juniors. You're an embarassment." Celestine said to both Galbrek and Adam, stopping a few meters ahead and opening the door. "I thought you wanted to get there as soon as possible?"

Galbrek raised an arrogant eyebrow in return. "Adam. Stop my carriage." To which his unlucky doll did just that.

"Yes master."

"It is Lord Ravenovich to you." Galbrek said as he got out of the mailman bike, brushing off his attire and motioned to Adam to get off it and approached the car.

Galbrek got into the car and waved for Adam to hurry up and get in aswell, to which the latter was finding to be a good thing for a change.

"Embarassment? Not all in Rhea can present themselves in the same kind of infernal noble nature like myself. It is nothing to be embarassed about at all..."

His hand found it's way to a lock in his hair which he began to twirl with. "Now where is Vittorio? I sincerely hope you have not done anything with him. There is more than just this foolish boy there. If they slip out of his and my hands then dear Clara is going to find herself in a difficult seat. Imagine if someone would try pry Vittorio from our school? How would they go about it? Threats or promises hm?" Galbrek gave Celestine a cunning grin, one which caused Adam to wrinkle his eyebrows in worry and uncertainty.

"Master, I promise you I will not fail." Adam reassured him.

"Good. I expect you not to. What-?!" Galbrek yelled out all of a sudden as he felt a tingling sensation of his magical energies returning to him.

"One of my servants is no more it would appear." He said in a grim tone. "Push that damn pedal harder!" Galbrek yelled out to Celestine.

"Vittorio is sleeping. Doctor's orders." Celestine gave a shrug to the sheer arrogance of this lord Ravenovich who presented himself. He simply held his tongue, urging the temptation to reach for his blade."And what will decided the factor will be neither. It will be...results. Which is why I am here for." He paused as he closed the door, looking at the half demon. "Oh, now you're yelling? Tut tut. We could've gotten along, you know. As long as you understood the pecking order, junior." He paused as he began to drive off. "You see, I have no actual incentive to aid you in particular. I am just here to see that Clara gets her fighters in top shape." It was then when he began to drive... real slowly. "Uh, I think my magic driving powers are waning. I would do well to get some more oomph in the form of a certain sort...of magic words. You know the ones." Celestine answered mirthfully, his eyes rolling.

Galbrek's expression changed for the worse. "Sleeping? Sleeping?!" Galbrek yelled from the backseat in a combination of unbelief and anger, this was not what he had wanted. Vittorio was needed in the place to distract the rest so he could sneak off with Andras.

If it weren't for those meddling kids I would have gotten away with her. And now Vittorio's fucking caretaker is going to take his place. Tch. What a shame, could have gotten rid of both Vittorio and the other problems at once.

Then came the word that made a vein almost burst at Galbrek's forehead. The slimy driver had the gall to call him junior.

"You don't seem to understand just who you are dealing with care- Don't touch me!" Galbrek slapped away Adam's hand as he was trying to comfort his master with a pat on the shoulder. "Master let's stay focused on the mi-"

Adam frowned as he was so fiercely rejected by his master, but his master looked nearly psychotic for a moment with his one of his eyes twitching. "If you don't get this damn vehicle over there theres not going to be much fighters left for Clara! I can assure you that!" His eyes darted to the side quickly to the vehicle slowing down. "Why are you slowing down? Get a damn move on! Fine! Take this you bloody leech it can buy more dresses for your infernal wardrobe!" Galbrek took out a bundle of cash from the inside of his coat and threw it in the vacant front seat of the car, since both he and Adam sat in the back.

This bastard... why must it be so difficult to simply obey my orders? These wretched mortals... Once I'll have the girl she shall use her powers to serve my interests. I'll relieve Clara of her dear grimoire and then use the girl Andras to open up who knows what doors which has been sealed. A gate to hell? An opening to the realm of the dead? Ressurect a few long dead servants of darkness? I'll become the most powerful half-demon alive. I can even find a way to become a pure demon lord. Galbrek sunk back in his seat after some thoughts. "All you have to do is to get me to the building and make certain none get in my way. Think you can do this?"

"Oh i understand perfectly, little lordling." Celestine said, his mirth fading all of a sudden showing an icy expression. "I understand how assets can become liabilities." The effeminate crossdresser said as the car halted to an stop, and carefully grabbing the lighter of the car... and burning the wad of money, before throwing it out of the window. "It burns well, I'll give you that. It burns very well. Just like your chances right now, half-demon." Celestine added, his eyes steeled as he caressed the sheath of his blade.

"First you do not cooperate. Second, you try to squander someone's else's power at your own benefit. Third, you try to mind control me. And fourth, you threaten the head of this whole operation." He coughed. "I take my assigments seriously, junior, but since you're a bit daft given the fact that you've been arrogantly strutting around surrounding yourself of sycophants, I will spell it clear." He sighed. "Man up, admit you chewed more than you could, and maybe I will consider you again an asset to support." He paused.

"If not...we will be in a rather uncomfortable situation, the both of us. And we don't want that, do we?" He added, now the grip on his sword firm.

He had watched Celestine burn the bunch of money before throwing i out the window, the car had also stopped. Not only that but the tone that came in reply to Galbrek was all but pleasing for his ears and he had enough of it.

"I've heard enough of your petty mortal speech, I, Lord Galbrek don't have time to waste with a buffoon who can't take orders!" He quickly grabbed the door and opened it, jumping out of the car and ordered his doll to do the same. Before slamming the door behind him.

"Then you go and take your damn assignment where the hell you want! You are a uncomfortable situation alltogether! You are clearly not up for this task! Adam! You are going to run there now!" Galbrek grabbed the shirt the taller doll was wearing, like a bully trying to make someone cough up their lunch money.

"M-me master Galbrek? What about you?" Adam blinked and asked with widened eyes.

"I am going to sit on your shoulders. Now kneel!" Galbrek yelled out like a tyrant king. Adam could do little but comply and knelt down on a leg to allow Galbrek to mount his shoulders.

"We let this idiot human be on his way with his useless driving skills... Now run. And if you drop me I'll kill you."
Galbrek said through gritted teeth and abit of spit flew from his mouth, he was obviously not in a very good mood now. Luckily Adam knew that the best way of approach was to not talk

Celestine just shook his head, as he begun to drive again, matching Galbrek's pace. "Look at you. You're not going to save anyone with this." He paused, as he rolled his eyes. Me, taking orders from such a jerk? Hell would freeze over thrice before that thing happened. He then licked his lips. "Adam." He called for the humilliated mount. "where are your peers, right now?"

Galbrek turned his sights on Celestine again, and with clear irritation in his face. "Save? Who said anything about saving? I don't intend to open up my plans to a human." Galbrek placed his gloved hand on Adam's head as the latter was turning to look at Celestine.

"Where they should be... they are...trying to... fulfilling master Galbrek's dream..." Adam said in a somewhat strained way while he was running with Galbrek on his shoulders.

"Be silent, Adam! You should not talk with him. Leave him be to toy with his ghostly and equally useless human friend. Once he'll wake up from his slumber all hell will break lose anyways, have fun with that fool!" Galbrek said in a taunting manner to the man in the car.

Celestine just raised and eyebrow, and swerved his car slightly, just skillfully enough to send the comical duo tumbling on the roadside. "Well, I tried, Clara. I did try." He sighed in resignation. "It's up to me alone. Should've tried not to sedate Vittorio if i knew this idiot would be so unreasonable. Well, hindsight is 20/20, anyway." He added, shifting gears and speeding up. I guess if i enhace my hearing just enough I will know because of the fighting sounds at the tournament

Royal Rumble!

Midnight tournament area

As the blast from Bertrand's fireball settled, the doll's body had been pinned down on the ground by the vigilante called Wolf. Then picked up, by the hair first and put into a headlock by the larger Wolf.

But Bertrand was unresponsive, even as his face was being cracked by Wolf's armored fingers. The doll gave no reply. For he was gone already by the time Wolf had placed his foot at him. But it was now that the energy which had been stored within him began to seep out. Purple and mistlike in appearance, lingering for a moment until it vanished alltogether. Bertrand's face began to shatter and crumble in, then the rest of his body began to crack aswell and it would slip out of Wolf's grasp and land on the floor in a pile. Looking like someone broke alot of pottery. That and the clothes he had worn.

Celine's expression was filled with fear and sadness, she couldn't see a way out of this. If they returned to their master without the girl, or if they still would linger and fight they would most assuredly not make it.

Seeing Wolf shatter her fellow doll, her brother in a sense just like that. It was too much, his sacrifice would not be in vain. As long as she could escape with the hostage. "One move and I'll break her neck! Stand back!" Celine said in a warning tone. She didn't want to really harm the girl, but she had to leave with her.

Adam. Where are you? This is bad...

"Darla! Get to outpost charlie! Now! Tell our master I've got her! Leave this to me..."

Celine readied herself to create a barrier of energy around herself and Andras if Vernon or Wolf would take another step forwards. While there were others present it was those two which she was keeping an eye on, slowly stepping backwards still trying to hold unto Andras.

"Tell them to back off right now..." Celine said in a hushed tone to Andras through gritted teeth. "I don't want to hurt you... but you leave me no choice."

Darla had nodded quickly with a somewhat displeased expression on her face, she however could feel how the energy their master had granted to her was seeping out of her broken arm. She quickly jumped and ran, as fast as she could towards the exit. She was not as strong or tall as the others, but she was quick. And this was a moment to make use of it, hopefully it would be enough. Being a doll she also could likely outlast any pursuer by stamina alone.

The panic was her strongest motivation to leave, even though it meant leaving Celine alone. Darla was someone who was used to follow orders from her fellow dolls and more so her master. They could do most of the thinking and planning and she could look at beautiful things. Until her master would find and destroy them ofcourse.

As she ran she said out loud without thinking of it. "Bertand... Celine... I'm.. I'm gonna... I will... " She narrowed her eyes in some sense of mental pain artificial tears building up.

Master Galbrek.. please save me! Darla thought to herself in a praying manner. She had made it to the main entrance and threw one last glance behind her to see if anyone was following her. She was like a deer being hunted by a pack of wolves. Or possibly one Wolf.

Royal Rumble!

Vittorio and Galbrek

Vittorio narrowed his eyes, not as angry as some might expect but in a painful manner before his echoing voice was heard yet again.

"My brush with death has been a long one, Celestine..." The ghostly looking young man finally relaxed and retracted his tentacle like wings as he let go of Celestine, including the one which had been severed by Galbrek.

"Your intention is good, but I am not a dreamer. I am a dream chaser. If I do not go after what I feel in my heart, I may lose yet again." He looked abit disappointed and troubled. "Do forgive me. I know of your past and my intention is not to make a mocking out of you. I would not get in the way of your revenge, I would trust your judgement... why can't you trust mine?" Vittorio's wings flickered and he began to reshape the part that had been cut off, a slightly strained expression forming on his physical self, with a sweaty look on his face. Meanwhile Galbrek had wiped off his attire and used Adam's back as a neatly convinient doormat to wipe his shoes at before he stepped off at the former's hand. Adam didn't make a sound but he slowly got to his feet afterwards, looking worse for wear than before.

"The tea can wait. This matter cannot. Gather what you can, I doubt anyone will come down here to see this half-corpse anyways. He has no friends alive anymore after all." Galbrek said with a matter of fact voice, certain it would irk both Vittorio and Celestine who could possibly be regarded as somewhat connected to the former.

"Adam, get yourself in shape. You look terrible. We are going back to grab my new toy. Best don't keep me waiting you two. I hate to be disappointed." Galbrek moved out through the door and Adam offered both Vittorio and Celestine an appologetic bow with his upper body.

Vittorio remained silent for awhile after Galbrek had left the room.

"That boy's words are poison. But even so I cannot turn a blind eye to this. If I don't go I will die of regret. If you could would you turn back time to change things if you could, Celestine? In my case turning back time would not change anything at all. I never regretted what I did, and had I been given a second try I would have done the same thing. The only difference is that now I have the power I did not have back then. Now I have the means necessary to get revenge." His gaze shifted and pointed to his physical body. "I don't have much time left in any case. I don't have to be a doctor to know this. But it is fine. All I want is to have my revenge. Don't you want the same?" The ghostly figure turned to Celestine. "I will go now. Please do not stop me. Lest you seek to become like those you were subjected to back then?" He began to float towards the doorway, looking over his ghostly shoulder to Celestine.

Meanwhile Galbrek and Adam had just exited the building by the same door they entered. Outside they went to the mailboy's bike and then Galbrek stretched his arms abit.

"I really do not like this bike for transportation, it is very uncomfortable and makes me very weary. I guess it cannot be helped. Get back to it, Adam." Galbrek said as he climbed up in front on the bike where the mail packages would have been carried and directed Adam to drive back to the Midnight tournament area.

"Yes... master Galbrek." Adam said in a slightly tired way, but without any hesitation to the task he had been given.

Meanwhile at the tournament grounds...

Bertrand had been slammed into the ground at immense speed and power, sending a crackling sound through his entire body. And Wolf, the one who had so aptly grabbed him noticed how Bertrand's face began to crack, leaving thin lines all over it as he connected with the ground. The young man called Wolf, at least that was what the girl had yelled out had successfully slammed him down and was now pointing his weapon to Bertrand's throat.

Darla gave a slight pout and then quickly jumped back on seeing William attempt to take her out. She was smaller than the other dolls, but also a little quicker. She gathered her given power and her fists blazed up in purple energy and she tightened her right fist and slammed it right into William's hand. "Eyyyy!" She cried out.

A loud cracking sound was heard soon after and then a like a rain of pottery shards on the floor. Her energized punch had not been strong enough to withstand William's palm, her fist had shattered on impact and sent ripples all the way up to almost her shoulder, leaving only a little stump left.

"Ahh! My arm... I-I-...I am not broken.. I can still be of use to you..uhh...uhh.." Panic and oddly enough tears starting to form on her cheeks, her face slowly shaking from side to side in disbelief. Bertrand had been taken down even easier. As if he wasn't even a challenge, it annoyed him and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why... you..." Bertrand said in a low tone with the weapon at his throat.

At this rate we'll all die here... but If we come back to the master without success we will...
"Darla! Run!" He yelled out, trying to grab the weapon pointed at him and manifested a purple ball of energy in his other hand which he slammed into the ground before him, seeking to take down Wolf along with him.

Celine was slowly stepping backwards, trying to hold unto Andras and was ready to project her energy barrier would she have to. But she was worried it might not be enough, she tried to keep Andras in front of her to deter Vernon from attacking her while she was slowly trying to step back from the fighting area.

"We only want the girl. Let us go now and none will be hurt. You cannot risk attacking me while this girl's life is on the line." Celine tried to talk Vernon out of attacking her, perhaps to buy time for her to get further away. Bertrand was trying to buy her time, Darla was not doing too well. This was going pretty badly.

Darla had reacted ofcourse to Bertrand's scream to her and done a backflip over near Celine. Holding up her remaining arm in a desperate manner of defense. "They are too strong! The master will... he will...we are all going to become junk!" She said out loud in a voice which could only be described as utter terror.

Bertrand... damn it all. Celine thought to herself seeing the blast ahead. "We won't as long as we have the girl. Back off! You hear me?!" Celine snarled and looked around like an angry lioness.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek and Vittorio

"I do not drink tea with commoners." Galbrek said in a very dismissive tone to Celestine. "None of us have the time for such a thing right now anyways." He tried to reassure them both while playing with a lock of his long hair but his expression grew more grim as Celestine spoke to him as if he didn't know who he was. But not only that, he then slammed his fist into Vittorio's body which caused the latter's astral form to turn to look at him, flickering a few times before it began to fade out and vanish. The move took Galbrek by surprise but no doubt even more so took Vittorio by surprise. Galbrek knew that things were just about to heaten up by quite the bit so he readied himself to do what he had to.

"What do you think you are doing?!" Galbrek yelled out in a clearly agitated way, at this rate his plans would be compromised. He had no love for Vittorio but he needed him to deal with that damn William and his servant who had some accursed power.

Don't screw around with people who are completely insane. Maybe they are both out of their minds? Vittorio is a damned dreamer. He calmed down slightly and watched how Celestine slammed Vittorio's chest again. "Fallen one. Indeed..." He pointed a finger at Vittorio's physical body whose eyes had by now flung open wide.

Vittorio's eyes darted to Celestine and then he began to manifest his astral form again, his face looking strained now and the astral form took on a slight resemblence. He dashed forwards quickly with his tentacle wings spreading out, reaching out towards both Galbrek and Celestine.

On seeing this Galbrek had prepared the right kind of plan for dealing with that. He pushed Adam in front of himself right into Vittorio's left side tentacles which in turn slapped Adam into the nearby wall as if he were a doll. He actually was a doll.

Galbrek thought he had avoided the result of the angry ghost but found a tentacle grabbing around his throat and slamming him into the wall. The remaining tentacles reached out to try grab hold of Celestine, preferably by his legs to drag him closer in order to pin him down with his tentacle wings holding his limbs in place. Not doing much actual harm to him though, he however was trying to get his point across.

"Don't screw with me! You don't understand! None does! I have to get there right now! There's no way I am just going to sit around and do nothing! Don't get in my way with this or I'll- Just... leave... me alone. Let me do this.." Galbrek felt how the tentacle was constricting around his throat and he created marionette strings from each of his fingers to slice of the tentacle holding him restrained. How he hated that someone was laying their dirty hands. Tentacles. On his infernal form. How dared he.

But this was Vittorio. He wasn't one who used common sense. This guy could without any hesitation destroy the entire room along with them including himself would the wrong move be made. Galbrek had freed himself, landing neatly with his feet on Adam's back. The latter whom had fallen to the floor after having hit the wall.

"Vittorio! Calm down.. we are not the enemy. This William person -is-." He attempted his hypnotic gaze on Vittorio before realizing it wouldn't work on his astral body, and his physical body had it's eyes closed instead he turned his hypnotic gaze over to Celestine. "You should come with me to make certain the plan is executed well then..."If he could not sway Vittorio, then perhaps Celestine could be swayed to let Vittorio of the leach. Not only that but possibly using Celestine as a distraction at the place which held his brand new toy.

"How about you'll take this William as a test subject for your research? Shouldn't be difficult..." Galbrek gave an infernal grin.

Meanwhile at the midnight tournament...

Bertrand, Darla and Celine were watching like they had done for quite awhile now. But now there was an opening and time had passed since their master had left. "Change of plans." Bertrand said to his fellow dolls. "We are moving in now to get her while the others are distracted. Darla keep the boy busy will you? We are going to catch and deliver the girl to the master. Maybe he will turn us into real humans if we do well?"

"Roger." She said in a monotone voice as the trio began to move forwards. "The fox girl has just been fighting, that guy helping the boy is in an argument and we'll never get a better chance. Let's go." Bertrand cheered his two companions on. Darla began to approach William and got up in his face, abit too close for comfort. "William. I don't think you should be here. You can get hurt. Don't get the master angry okay?" She tried to place her small feminine hand on William's chest.

Betrand and Celine then both jumped at Andras from behind, Celine attempting to grab her by the mouth with one of her hands whilst the other hand held unto her arm, while Bertrand tried to grab and hold on to her second arm in order to lead her out of there. If successful they would try to wander off in a hushed walking speed to avoid too much attention.

Royal Rumble!

Vittorio and Galbrek

Still with a slightly blurred vision he saw the form of someone. He recognized this form as that of Celestine, one of the students of St.Lucifers. Celestine had always struck him as an odd one, but then again so were they all. Not to mention himself. He mustered the strength necessary and the painful rasp in his throat to reply to Celestine's question. Whilst it seemed more like a statement or confirmation of the cruel fate having befallen him.

"That... that I have. But even so I cling to hope.. that one day it will end." Vittorio allowed a soft upturn to form at the corner of his mouth as if he tried to smile but could not.

"Life is not fair... only death is fair. You only get a single chance... no matter who you are. That's why it is only fair Alto dies by my hand..." His sentence was ended with a cough which sounded it had blood in it.

"The land of the living... It feels distant to me.." He coughed again. "Ever since that day.. everything was... taken. That's when I.. truly died..." His eyes turned to the side and then back to Celestine.

"Thank you.. but no thanks. The hunger I feel cannot be qwelled by things like that..." His eyes wandered to the ceiling before he closed them and his astral self manifested next to the bed, sitting down and it turned it's head to Celestine.

"Clara and the others are in trouble. Alto and the vigilantes are both there. I tried to end him but he had assistance by some member of the police and others." His astral self lifted itself from the bed and walked over to look at the medical equipment and then back to Celestine. "I am sorry. I just cannot think about food right now."

Meanwhile...

Galbrek and Adam had finally arrived to the building which housed the St.Lucifer school. They both threw a look around to make sure they were not being tailed, before dashing into a dark alley and approached the cellar entrance.

Galbrek looked at the dirty metal door and then threw a glance to Adam and motioned to him as if expecting him to do something. Adam ofcourse by then realized what his master wanted and thus stepped up and knocked on the metal door, a lid opened after a little bit and a pair of red eyes met them both.

"Ravenovich. What buisness do you have with us at this hour?" A voice from the other end of the door asked.

Galbrek put one of his hands by his waist and the other began to fiddle with the ruffle on his shirt. "It is Lord Ravenovich to you. I have buisness of great interest to Vittorio Twinveil. Now open up this door or I shall tear it to pieces. My patience have it's limits do not test me." "That won't be necessary." The red eyed blonde young man behind the metal door slid the lid shut, then he opened the door and allowed Galbrek inside. "Whose this?" The blonde asked and pointed to Adam.

"One of my servants. Now cease your pestersome interrogation." Galbrek answered with an irritated tone in his voice. The blonde young man shrugged and shut the door close after watching to make sure none had seen them walk in. After a little bit of walking they came to the right corridor in the basement with the old wooden door. Adam looked to Galbrek and then began to open the door for his master. "Excuse us." He said in an apologetic tone of voice with lowered head.

"To think of all the trouble I have to go through tp find you, Vittorio. I have information for you. Don't think for a moment that I actually care about you. I simply hate the guts of the other guy more. Oh- You are here aswell?" Galbrek said with a not overly amused tone in his voice. "What was your name again? No. Nevermind. It is of little concern to one such as I." With outright arrogance he strolled up closer to get a better look of Vittorio's astral form and also of his bed ridden physical self.

"Sleeping well I take it? Well speaking of sleeping. Your dead friends and relatives have caught quite the interest in some parts of the city." Vittorio had kept a silent and grim stare at Galbrek, but Celestine could get the impression that these two did not like each other one bit.

"What do you mean.. Galbrek?" Vittorio asked with his ghostly eyes narrowed and concerned.

"Lord Galbrek. Some fool named William appearantly desires to raise your dear friends and family from the dead. Those wonderfully wicked necromancers. I cannot imagine how you would feel about having your dead ones bodies and souls defiled and puppeteered by some self-serving cretin. I am sure they could even fool you, if they are good enough at their craft."

"William... who is that? Necromancy?" Vittorio's face grew even more grim and his tentacles began to twitch in agitation, almost swinging out at Galbrek.

"Where... where is this William? Why is he doing something like this? Why are you here telling me about this?! What are you up to?!" Vittorio was now furious and tried his best to contain himself, even to the point of Galbrek looking abit uncertain if his approach was really the best.

"Oh hes over by the little special tournament they hold here in the city... heard about it? This boy also got in my way by preventing me from getting a brand new toy. Which as you might understand is completely unforgivable. So to put it plainly. I'll have you take care of this problem for me and you both."

Galbrek waved with his hand nonchalantly. "Do this for me and you won't have to think of a way to repay me for gracing you with my aid."

The astral form of Vittorio turned to look at Celestine. "I am going... I will not allow anyone to desecrate the bodies of the fallen. I don't do this for you however, Galbrek. I do this for their sake. Don't forget that."

Galbrek raised a somewhat arrogant eyebrow which hinted at annoyance but also curiousity, then turned his attention to Celestine. "Are you going to join him? Would be a shame if Vittorio here proves incapable of stopping this boy."

Royal Rumble!

Andreim

Safe. They had arrived.

She had told him that boys were not allowed here. The idea of being caught and labeled a pervert by the rest of the school didn't annoy him as much as it would be if Lise thought of him that way. Lise had not quite fully closed the door and he looked at the gap and saw her starting to undress before he shook his head and turned his eyes away.

I can't be peeping on her godly body from this corridor of shame. I am much better than this.

Then he heard something horrible. The sounds of approaching gossip. Damn some nosey girls were out of a late stroll through the place. He needed to find a place to hide quick. But if he'd leave Lise then she will think him a big jerk. And she had the only key to his own dorm and his other things in his pockets. He had to do the risky thing and sneak into- then he heard a thump sound. Something had fallen down inside of the room.

Had someone attacked Lise in her own dorm? Unforgivable! But he had to be silent or he would be discovered. By the girls, by Lise or her attacker. He grabbed unto the door softly and slid inside, once inside he did a soft sigh and pressed up against the door abit, accidently locking it with his arm. He had avoided the Girls approaching in the corridor. But now there was an enemy in here.

Then he took a step forwards and looked if he could find Lise, and sure enough he found his empress to be on the floor. She had slipped and- Andreim's first foot glued to the floor whilst his second foot came up behind it at too high a speed. It crashed into the back of the other foot, causing him to fall forwards, tumbling and without grace he fell straight over Lise with a softer thump than she had done.

Oof. Hm? He found himself on a soft surface, he reached with his hands to try get up abit and then his face grew red as he realized where he was. He had fallen right over his precious goddess and found himself in a predicament.

Then the scene began to fade.

Royal Rumble!

Andreim

Andreim nodded in agreement to Lise. "Yes, so your dorm it is." He turned away from Lise for a moment and then the realization hit him. Her dorm. Her dorm?! I am going with her to her dorm?! Damn. I can't back out now and besides she needs someone to escort her there. Why must she be so insufferably attractive. Taking a brief moment he collected himself and looked back to Lise, she had stopped in her tracks. What now?

She's.. too cute for my own good. "Lead the way, Andreim!"

He could imagine his cheeks getting red but he swallowed and tried his best to shake it off. "Leave it to me, Lady Valois-Saint-Remy!" Despite her knowing the way to her dorm. She had left it to me to safely escort her to the place. Like a proper gentleman taking a lady to a dance.

Wait? Hold on. What if she was using her cunning and cute looks to try find out if I know where her dorm is? Damn it's a trap! If I show that I know where her dorm is she might think me an even bigger pervert, but If I show her I do not know where it is she will be disappointed and I will show my incababilites of memorizing such an important location! What should I do?

Gathering his thoughts he decided to take the risk and began to lead the way towards Lise's dorm room. It was not a surprise that he knew where it was. He had paid extra attention to anything regarding Lise. Even to who she considered friends. That's why Cyan had gotten the evil eye. That guy better watch his step. Foxes were cunning and carnivores, he wouldn't lower his guard around him for a moment.

Andreim led Lise along the streets and made sure to wait for her where need was and to offer his arm would she had wanted something to lean on. It was quite the long walk, royalty like herself would surely not be used to go by foot. After some time had passed they finally arrived on the grounds, where Andreim led Lise to her dorm room.

"Well then.. here we are Lady Valois-Saint-Remy. At your surely spendid dorm room. Not that I have seen it but I- I'd imagine a young lady of your standing must have quite the room."

Stop talking already! You are getting yourself into trouble and you are underdressed! Chose the next few words very carefully. A deep breath and...

"After you, milady." Andreim offered a bow to Lise. So much for that...

Vittorio

More people. More interference. Why must they all get in his way?

He quickly used his incorporeal form and flew through the barrier projected by Michael and got up near Gilliam. Vittorio swung his tentacle like wings towards the place where he expected Alto to be in before he threw a glance to Gilliam. One of gratitude but also of severity. At these odds they would both be destroyed and Alto would get away. They would have to postpone the fight for later.

"Withdraw to the higher levels and help the others. I'll take things to another level..." He gathered some of his energy and one of his missing tentacle wings began to manifest again, what he did next was to aim all of his tentacles at himself pressing them closely together. He gave a displeased look to the others present. "You should never have come here! Leave now!"

Then finally he took a leap forwards towards where Alto was and fired all his energy beams in a big beam, centered at himself causing his own form to disentigrate and he hoped that Alto would be caught in the blast aswell.

Moments later...

Darkness.

A blurred vision. That of a dark and grey room with a soft beeping sound. A life monitoring system. He was back in his physical form. Bed ridden and the light from one of the devices which was monitoring him was too bright for his eyes. Vittorio swallowed and felt as if he had swallowed a razor, it was painful but nothing new. He began to feel something warm falling down his lip. Blood.

His nose had begun to bleed. He shakingly moved his hand over and then looked at his blurred bony hand and then reached for a tissue to his left which he wiped the blood off with.

"Shit..." He said in a raspy voice before softly coughing. Did I get him? No.. probably not. How long will it take before I can join with you all? How long will I lie here in the dark. When will my dying day come? He allowed his hand to fall to his side at the bed and he had a slight smirk form on his dry lips. "I will not fail... again." He tightened his hand into a fist.

Galbrek

He had gotten into a taxi, which Adam had managed to wave over. "Perfect. I'll need you to dri-"
A sound of something loud popping. "What now?!" Galbrek said and pointed to Adam to inspect it as he got out of the taxi alongside with the driver.

"Tch... screw this useless vehicle!" Galbrek slammed the door behind him and waved Adam to follow him.

"We'll take something else.."

His eyes searched for any other vehicle. With a near psychotic look on his face he found a mailboy with a bike, covered slightly by a big truck. A grin crawled up his face and he moved over to the boy who was leaning forwards putting in some newspapers while still sitting on the bike which had a big wooden section in front of it to carry mail on.

"I saw this in a game once. And I hate getting commersial papers in my mail..."

Galbrek grabbed hold of the collars of the mailboy and tossed him off the bike before taking out a bundle of bills which he threw in the boy's face. "Take this and get your slithering mortal face out of my sight." Adam was feeling awkward having just witnessed his master throw off a boy from his delivery bike. "Master, this is going to take abit longer time and going to be quite physically straining."

Galbrek kicked off the mail in the front of the bike and sat down in its stead. "That's why you will do all the pedaling, Adam." Galbrek said in an annoyed tone of voice.

Adam sighed and got on the bike and began to pedal behind the neatly placed truck. "Deliver me to my destination like an urgent letter. Your life counts on it." He didn't need much in order to convince Adam the severity of his words and motivate him on his effort.

"I will see if I can get us a better ride. It has it's uses to have strong wires that can attach to things, don't you think so, Adam?"

Meanwhile...

"They are eating. They are fucking eating." Bertrand said while watching from a somewhat safe distance with his two companions, Darla and Celine.

Darla looked at her stomach. "I wish I could eat..." To which Celine answered. "Try to keep focused. If we fail we will be punished greatly. The girl with the blue hair is the main priority. If she gets away we have to get the fox girl instead and hope it will be enough to please our master."

Bertrand and Darla nodded in agreement. "Seriously, how much food can that guy eat? And talk at the same time. Sheesh."

"Focus" Celine reminded him.

"Right right, once the fighting part is over we'll overpower them. Should be enough if one of us get away with the target and the other two will keep the rest occupied."
Bertrand, Darla and Celine relocated themselves to make sure they did not lose sight of Andras.

"If we have to split up. You'll grab her and take her to the place, Celine."

"You don't have to tell me." Celine shrugged abit and readied herself.

"Whoa. That dude just kissed the other dude." Bertrand said in some combination of surprise and shock. Darla watched with a soft red hue on her face. "Can you kiss me, Celine?" Darla looked to Celine.

"What? No. Ofcourse not. And stay focused." Celine shook her head.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Alberich

He rested his sword on his shoulder after his attack had finished. It was utterly unappeasing to approach the thing up close so why not leave it in the knight's own hands to get herself killed. Taking the time to ponder on who else could have gotten into the world. There was the knight, the idiot mothman who had gotten disposed of. The useless girl who came with them but didn't do anything to assist. Though he couldn't blame her for that.

If you are weak then there is no use getting yourself killed. Then there was the other group with the crazies. The hovering psycho and the crazied berserk chibi girl. Then that arrogant girl with the flaming sword. Also that other person who the chibi was talking to through some device. So a total of eight? That was highly disappointing as none of them were a promising ally. Either they were completely unreasonable, crazy or focused on doing 'good'.

Maybe there was someone still out there who could be worthy to ally with while he was here. Someone with actual brains or at least someone who could obey simple commands.

I guess I just have to bide my time until something worth my time comes along. The armorclad god warrior thought to himself.

Emilio

"Eh? That's quite the impressive thing... Heh heh."

Their opponent fought similar to that of Wong. He knew this type of fighting quite well indeed. The voice of Tenshi caught his attention and he gave her an a slightly sinister grin as he charged back some of his lost energy for just a brief moment.

"Hurry up and die already!" Emilio put his hands together and shot a ray of light into the octagonal prism he had placed before, which in turn created multiple rays of light themselves in eight different directions, carving through some of the enemy projectiles, giving some openings here and there for himself or others to get through.

Two of the rays however went directly towards Yukari, the second ray following just right behind the first one. As soon as he had fired the ray into the prism he had taken flight himself, straight towards Yukari following the rays which travelled at a higher velocity