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"Show them I'm the judgement call, the one who makes a kingdom fall."
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"But! I should have known better. Nothing ever stays dead..."
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"There is no one in this room that can stand against me! The Hand of God be my witness, I am the Voice from the Outer World!"
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Took me 10 years to realize antagonists are way more fun to write.
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"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.

"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.

Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."

"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."

She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."

She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.

"You'll have to duel me for them."


~*~
Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute




Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.

"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head.

Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.

The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...

She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.

She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.

As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.

"I'll drop her, I swear I'll drop her!"


~*~
TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows Roleplay (2021)




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Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.

God, she couldn't breathe.

He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared.

A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.

She needed to run. Now.


~*~
Academy 218 Roleplay (2014)

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Yooo, Lexi that's an excellent find. It actually fits so well. :o
Glad you enjoyed reading it, Lexi. Especially the old man bit. :>
We do fangirl. :> Love the reaction post, Days, it made me smile. Looking forward to the collab! Please let me know if you want a reaction from the lady or input on my end!

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It's always Brenda.
My initial reaction is the ungodly chant of 'yeet, yeet, yeet.' But ultimately I'm fine either way. I have plans with and without. :> GM's choice.
Yay, sounds good!
Thanks for your patience, folks! New post is up! It's Days turn. :>>>

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@WhiteAngel25




Von Galloes smirked triumphantly at Stella response, and offered his hand to her. “Good girl. Now, come with me.”

Whether she took his hand or not, he would lead Stella out of her chambers and down a narrow hall, and through another locked doorway.

The moment Stella would step through, the door would slide shut cleanly and quickly behind her. In front of her, the room was split in two. An observation room that she currently stood in, with a large window and another sliding door ahead.

Von Galloes moved to the console in front of the window, and pressed a button. The sliding door ahead opened up, revealing a small concrete room lit by caged lights.

Von Galloes stepped closer to Stella, gently running his hand over the fuzz of her hair where it had been shaved, before his fingers gently cupped her chin.

“You're about to perform a miracle for me, my dear.”

His eyes gestured to the room. “You're going to step inside the testing chamber, and I'm going to close the door. Today, we will bear witness to all the careful augmentations I've done to your new powers. Today, we will see the powers of beyond.”

He nodded to the door, and gave her a gentle nudge. “Off you go, daughter of mine.~”

As he spoke, there was movement in the testing chamber as a singular target marked in red circles was lowered from the ceiling.




Voidlight Headquarters, Basement Research Labs

@Days




Delving deeper into her experiences with the heart of hearts, and her subsequent experiments, Star would discover a very interesting trait. Beyond the extreme power source, off the charts compared to regular dark energy, she would discover one other key fact: the heart of hearts had a looping effect, connecting one place to another through an unknown space.




The Louvre, Gala, Grand Entrance

@Days, @WhiteAngel25




As Star and Dragon arrived in the VIP valet drop-off area, they would find attendants dressed in paper black opening the back door on Nova's side, exposing her to the flash of the cameras.

Upon exiting the car, Star and Dragon would find everything perfectly taken care of for them. Attendants and bodyguards kept the paparazzi back as they would make their way across the banner stationed in front of the steps to the inside of the Louvre.

As they moved closer to the building, however, they would see a woman ahead approach them. She was dressed in a brimmed black hat and black feather dress, and had a disarming twinkle in her eye.

“Monsier Dragon, Madame Star, what an honour this is.” She smiled, extending her laced hand in a handshake to both of them.

In front of the flashing lights of the paparazzi, she smiled, completely unfazed. “My dears, it's a special day, and you are the talk of the crowd.”

She turned to Nova. “Is it true that you've discovered a new form of dark energy? When will we hear more about this? It'll change the world, it will.”

Then she turned to Dragon. “And I heard through the grapevine you saved this angel from the depths of the sea?”

A dramatic sigh as she pulled her clutch over her chest, pretending to fan herself. “Oh, how romantic!”

She gave a light giggle before her features smoothed into an enigmatic smile. “Oh, but where are my manners.”

She gestured to herself. “Madame Veno, at your service. You are in the presence of the spokesperson of a very, very special group.”

She seemed to smile, before passing over a business card, embossed in gold. In shimmering text, the word ‘Ethereum’, a phone number, and an address were printed on the front.

“Consider yourselves cordially invited to my estate at your earliest convenience after this lovely gala concludes…”




The Louvre, Gala, Main Area

@Lexisheeps, @WhiteAngel25, @Days




Subject #3 gave a small squeal as she laid eyes on Auri. Her memories were scant from, well, before. She remembered how the woman in front of her cried and cried when Director Galloes told Auri to say goodbye.

She still didn't fully understand, but she liked Auri. Subject #3 gently untangled herself from her stepfather’s arm as she crossed the gap to give Auri a hug.

“Auri! You look so pretty.” She said, pulling back and smiling.

Her eyes glanced to the woman beside Auri - her mother. She suddenly felt sheepish and shu, her eyes drifting to the floor as she approached Sabrina.

“Hi… maman…” The words still felt foreign in her mouth, but she tried a small smile regardless. This woman cried and wept over Subject #3’s hospital bed at Star’s place of work. That had to mean something, right?

”Sabrina!”

Subject #3’s head turned, and her stomach did a little flip. Her father approached them. A smile hesitantly spead across her face before it became more genuine. Her father scared her a bit, but the time she had spent with him and her stepfather eased the nerves she felt a bit.

“Bonjour, papa…” She said softly, approaching her father, wholly expecting a pat on the head.

Before she returned to Nick’s side, and gripped his arm again. A grounding mechanism. It felt good to hold onto the one who saved her. Even better that that someone was her stepfather.

A slow clap from the side as soft footfalls clacked on the glossed floor. Pointed loafers, expensive suit in hues of black and verdant green accents. Tousled black hair and stubble. The man regarded them with sharp emerald eyes.

“My sincere congratulations, Monsier de Villiers, Madame Lennox. Your recovered family truly is a sight to behold.” His voice was husky and warm, a slight curve to his relaxed lips.

He extended his hand to the father and mother of the de Villiers, before he also offered his hand to Nick.

“The name’s Rodrigo Vandelez. I'm the representative of the Historian’s Congress. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you.”

Like the mundane world had its United Nations to keep the peace, likewise, the world of architects and history had an international government body - the Historian’s Congress - to ensure the safety of the international community.




The Louvre, Backstage, Dressing Room

@Days




As Thierry departed from the room, Céline and the girls entered the dressing room once again. She gave Theo a curious look before her eyes glanced back down at her clipboard.

“We're behind schedule. If there's nothing else, handsome, it's time to get you on stage.” She said with a glossed smirk, and gestured to the door.

The gala had a makeshift stage built on a raised platform at the end of the main area, and in front of it, the artifact in question covered in a cloth. Céline and the girls led Theo up the steps to the wing of the stage. Theo was protected by velvet curtain on both sides, and he could peek ahead to the gathered guests in the crowd of the gala. Somewhere in there, his family was waiting for him.

The MC, an older Louvre staff with a trim mustache and mic pinned to his suit, greeted Theo backstage.

“Hello, young man! How are your nerves? You feeling ready?”




The Louvre, Mr. Cress’ Office

@Lexisheeps




“Still talking to yourself, old man?” Said a sneering voice as someone just let themselves in. She stood over Mr. Cress, pink hair and goggles the telltale signs of exactly who this was. Von Galloes' right hand, no less. One of the head researchers of Hive Mind. The one who had put Stella to sleep.

She took a smug seat on Mr. Cress’ desk, crossing one leg over the other and wrapping pale fingers around her knee, glancing slyly at the Louvre's council member.

“So I've had some fun poking around my new asset, Mr. de Villiers old office. Seems he wasn't too happy about the whole ordeal - his desk is just riddled in fresh scratch marks and dents.” She gave a boisterous laugh, throughly pleased with herself.

“As we discussed, you'll allow me to come and go from his office as I please, full access to his archives and computer, and we'll consider your part of the deal upheld.” She said, pulling out a lollipop, tossing the wrapper on the floor, and sticking the cherry-flavoured candy in her mouth. She glanced at him and smirked.

“Right, Mr. Cress?”





Oh yeahhhh, we have one of those. xD Tots.

Britney Williams, Stomy Carson, Clarissa Natale


In collaboration with @Punished GN, @Blizz, @AtomicEmperor







After consuming the cursed dessert in full, Layla found herself adrift in a dreamless sleep. An unknown amount of time passed before, slowly, a twitch. Then, a flutter of her eyes. She blinked sleepily, taking in her surroundings.

She recognized where she was. Her gifted Temple suite, wrapped in the soft blankets of her bed. She blinked again, blearily sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Clarissa had kept a close watch on the girl ever since they made it back to the dormitories. She rarely partook in the post sealing rituals, any of the actual eating of Sacred Meals, it wasn’t her fancy.

Layla paused, took a sharp inhale, before her hand shot out, palm open and waiting expectantly.

“Where is the object you've sealed Void in? Give it to me… please.”

For Clarissa, this was always the hardest part. Those who expected something like this, or maybe were told… Lied to, even in the last moment.

”My my… You are brave. Very brave, Sweetheart. You’ll miss him, Layla, I know you will. I was just like you once.-”

Clarissa’s face was sullen, and she shook her head.

”Now, you look at me. And you get out what you need to get out, and you put it on me… Because there’s nothing left to give you, Sweetheart. Where he’s gone, the kind of Sealing that he’s gone through? There’s nothing left, Layla. Not here.”

She braced for pain, violence, magic; whatever could happen next, it was now her cross to bear for the good of the girl’s life. She had to bring her back to reality.

Layla blinked, failing to understand as she stared up at Clarissa. Nothing… Nothing left? What do you mean?”

”We will not be seeing him again, Layla.” Stormy wasn’t particularly upset about this fact, seeing the damage he could do to a person if let loose. But he tried to be considerate of how Layla felt.

Layla's innocent eyes turned to Stormy, watching his large figure loom over her. He was a comfort. He was supposed to be a comfort.

So why did she feel so cold right now?

“But… B-but that's not how sealings work. There's… there's always something to h-hold onto…” Layla stammered, her hands clenching the blanket as she furrowed her brows at Stormy. He wasn't making any sense!

Britney was leaned up against a wall, facing the opposite of this cold dark room as she held the Noble Vow in one hand. She sighed.

”I guess I owe you an apology, first and foremost,” Britney started, ”I didn’t mean to trap you like that, but we couldn’t let Voidy run amok.”

Layla bit her lip, “Issfine.” She muttered automatically.

Britney was quiet for a few moments as she looked at Layla head-on. ”Whatever he told you to get you so sprung… he was only using you like he was Alizee.”

Britney sighed again.

”Alizee died the second he adjoined to her.”

Layla's brows furrowed deeper. ”Don't talk about him like that. Just… just give me what you've sealed him in. Please.”

Stormy stayed by the doorway, observing how everyone behaved. ”You weren’t there as often as the rest of us were, but I can remember how desperate that hunger made her. I don’t know how to make it easier for you to move on, but we didn’t have a choice. It was this, or let you get yourself killed.”

Layla blinked a couple times at Stormy, staring at him a bit incredulously. “Why… why are you… talking, acting like this.”

Her head turned. “All of you. You're acting like… like he's-”

Her eyes widened, and the color drained from her face.

There's nothing left.
Where he's gone.
We didn't have a choice.

Adrenaline shot cold like an ice spike through her nerves. She could feel it, even as she snapped up from her bed. The yawning emptiness. She couldn't make a phantom hand. There was nothing except coldness in her.

Without realizing it, her own physical hands slammed against Clarissa’s chest, pulling tight on her collar, pulling her down to look into Layla's panicked, icy eyes.

“Where. Is. He…? What. Have you. Done?!” Her voice was sharp, hissing, not leaving any room for beating around the bush. Not anymore.

Clarissa let the girl's hands grip into her shirt collar, ready to take whatever pain came next.
”Minced and shaped Void Heart. Void flesh croquettes. Served with verdant chimichurri and minestrone soup.”
Her voice held for a long moment, staring into the girl's eyes with a look so serious you'd think someone died.

Someone did die.
”Dinner ended an hour ago. There is no more. No more Void Heart. As far as where the essence is, I'd say somewhere between Andrade's blade and everyone's stomachs.”

The hands holding Clarissa trembled as Layla's panic quickly turned to rage and disgust.

“You… ATE him? You fucking ate V-v-v…”

Layla's hands loosened on Clarissa's shirt enough for her to lower her head to the side, and throw up the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Half-digested blueberry yogurt.

A hand was placed on Layla’s shoulder, as Britney looked her dead in the eye and said, ”Which means,” She narrowed her eyes as she said, It’s over. Getting angry will change nothing.”

Britney sighed.

”... How about we get out of here? Maybe we can hang out. What are some things you like to do, Layla?”

Layla stood there, trembling, before she wiped her mouth clean, dry retched once more, before covering her mouth with a hand and turning away from Britney and Clarissa.

“I think… I think I want to go home.” Was all she could mumble.

The girl’s reaction was all Clarissa needed. She nodded, stood, then stepped back with a hand that extended toward the doorknob and pulled it open. It was a quiet walk down the stairs and out into the parking lot where, rather than stop Layla herself, she stopped Britney.
”Brit, please… I know that the last person she’s gonna want to hear from is us, but,-” she paused, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a card. Examining it revealed it certainly wasn’t her card.

Weyland Rhodes, L.P.C.C. Adlebranch Practices
108 East Halifax Avenue, St. Portwell, Oregon 97303 808-324-6166
“Life’s journey shouldn’t be led alone.” W.Rhodes@ABPractices.com


”-this is our therapist. Trust me, we need a good one around here. Please, just make sure this stays with her, please? Maybe she’ll never talk to us again, but Weyland and his team specialize in this… They can really help her.”
Clarissa’s face was getting a bit flushed; tears were developing around the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want to think about her baby girl, and she was doing her best to avoid projecting that sort of energy, but the veneer was starting to crack.

Britney stared at the girl for a moment before she calmly took the card - placed it in her bra, and said, ”I’ll make sure this finds itself to her and she’ll get the help she needs.” She nodded her head. ”But, please, we want to leave..”

Clarissa waved them on, knowing she’d probably never hear from them again; and get blamed for the girl’s problems as a consequence. It’d happened before like this. One simply had to steel their heart to it.
A car came around, and in the front seat was a strange face that didn’t look to have any relation to them. On the car’s side was “Oakridge Cab Co.”.
”It’s all paid up. Get to where you need to go. Goodnight, Brothers and Sisters.”

She stood waiting for their departure, not willing to let them go without her vigil.

It was as if the colors rearranged themselves for the briefest moment as Layla glanced back at Clarissa. It was as if the background faded, her features dimmed to black, and two haunting red eyes stared out with piercing coldness.

And with a blink, any semblance disappeared. A trick of the eyes. Layla scooted into the back of the cab, waited for Britney, and mumbled out her address to the cab driver.

And just like that, they were off.


That night…









Dried out, red eyes stared blankly at the clock. The seconds ticked over to exact midnight, and the clock gave a soft chime.

Chime. Chime. Chime.

Scratching on the walls. Scuttling along the halls. Shadows twisting and turning. Layla could feel it. Like an itch that had to be stabbed to be finished. Her curse had come back in full force.

And she would be facing it alone.

Lip trembling, Layla bowed her head, and waited. One breath. Two breaths. Three. Then, she felt a gloved hand on her chin, coaxing her eyes up.

“Dearie, you look dreadful.”

Red eyes, devoid of humanity, stared down at her. The center figure wore a black mask, the one on the right had a glowing red smile, and the one on the left sneered, face a pasty, stitched white.

The center figure spoke again, his voice a deep croon. “Did you miss us?”

The one with a red smile snapped sharply at the taller one. “Why do you play with it? Let's take what we came here for, now that it is gone.”

Layla knew what the red smiling one, Bahlok, referred to. The late Void Heart… Instinctively, her face scrunched up, her exhaustion giving way to silent, cold tears welling up.

“Just kill me.” Came the small whisper.

All three apparitions turned and stared down at her in confusion.

“Come again?” Chirped the smallest of the three with the white face, Bahlaas.

“Just kill me already!” Layla snapped, her cracked voice pitched in fervor. “I have nothing to live for, and no desire to be in this world. So take what you want and let me die.”

A long pause. Then the black masked figure, Kipnu, gave a dark chuckle.

“This is sweet. She wants to join her companion.”

Layla glared angrily. “Don't say a word about him!”

That elicited another sickly jovial chortle from the apparitions. Kipnu shrugged. “Like we care. Now, we came here for a very special reaso-”

Layla stuck her arms out, revealing skin marred with bite scars. “Take, and end me. I don't want to live anymore.”

Kipnu chortled. “Silly girl, you think we care if you want to live or die? We decide your fate, not you. And we want your blood.”

“Then take it! I don't care! Just…”

There was a pause. Kipnu glanced at the other apparitions before narrowing an inquisitive stare at Layla.

“Just what?”

“If you won't kill me… I'll kill myself. But to disappear peacefully isn't what I want. I need… revenge.”

A snicker.

“We're not helping you.”

“I'll give you what you want. As many teacup sacrifices as you can handle.”

A shake of the head. “Nah, dearie. Not for you to think you can command us around. No way.”

“But I'll be giving you a steady supply of food to toy with. You like that crap, don't you?”

“Eh, helping you with a murdering rampage? I dunno, I prefer sipping on you and watching you cower in fear.”

“I have another way to convince you.”

Layla pulled out the knife and pressed the tip to her throat in one fell swoop. She glared up at them, daring for them to move.

“What's this, dearie?”

“A promise. I can give you the Teacup sacrifice. Or, I can end your little ‘goldmine’ right here and now.”

“You wouldn't.”

“Watch me, asshole.”

Layla's eyes constricted, and she jabbed the knife a little harder, drawing a line of blood. She tried to increase the pressure, before a gloved hand grasped her wrist, stopping her. Kipnu leaned down towards her, staring at her through the mask.

“That's… that's enough. We'll help you, but only if you promise to give us your blood without a fuss, and humans to eat.”

Layla trembled there, before she nodded.

“Good. Now, be a good girl, and stay still.”

Kipnu pushed his mask to the side, revealing a faceless void with teeth, and he clamped down on Layla's neck as he drew the knife away further.
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