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Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

I'd just like to say that my wrist is currently fucked up (pain...), so I can't really write anything in the near future. No promises for when I'll be able to write stuff, but within a week hopefully.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

@Astarael42
Ooh. The way you wrote that bit with Filip fleeing was pretty cool xP

Seems like I can have Lucie step out of the shadows, almost :D

Black Desert Online Guest Pass (give away) [Closed]

@tminus
You're welcome ;)

Black Desert Online Guest Pass (give away) [Closed]

Hello everybody

I have a 7 day guest pass for Black Desert online, and I don't really know any of my friends who wants to play it, and doesn't have the game yet, so I've decided to have a little give-away thingie.

Just write a comment here saying you want it, and I'll send you a PM with it. First come first served :)

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Something was wrong. They had walked for far too long now without being opposed by someone. No angels of any kind had come to fight them for a few minutes, and while Lily wasn’t a paranoid one, she wasn’t reckless or foolhardy either. The angels were up to something, she could feel it.

She glanced every which way as they made their way through the streets, her soft paws making almost no sound, although such was not the case with Fenn. The demon following them was still there, following in their heels. Whoever it was they had had time enough to spring whatever they they had on Lily and her companion, but they hadn’t. So what was their game?

Angels not attacking us, and strange demon following us. A lot of potential for things to go awry.

They turned a corner, and they were greeted by a peculiar sight. Several gleaming creatures, golden wings and blades attached to marble-like faces, almost close enough to touch. For a moment, they stared at each other. Then, without slowing his pace, Fenn went past her and slammed his arm onto the closest angel, slamming it into the pavement with a crunching sound.

It was like shaking a beehive. Several Compassions fluttered away, falling in line with a larger one of their kind, while the rest charged forward in an attempt to swarm the two demons.

A gout of fire lanced from the Hellhound’s throat, slamming into the vanguard of the charge. Charred flesh and molten gold fell to the ground. The angels spread out, some those directly behind the front line shying away, while the wings of the charge rushed in from the sides, blades aimed at the large demon.

Lily decided to make her presence known. She jumped, landing on one of the compassions spearing towards them while plunging a spear through its marble-like face. A second one came at her from the side, its charge stopped by a tower shield before it, too, found itself pierced by Lily’s spear. Behind her, Fenn unceremoniously crushed one trying to charge the demoness from the back, while she continued on past the first two.

With the immediate frontline gone, the Cachet was vulnerable. She charged forward and it charged her. In the last moment she leaned backwards, falling flat on her back. The Cachet’s drill whizzed over her, close enough to feel the wind around it. Hands on the ground, legs bent over her body, she kicked upwards as the Cachet passed overhead, pushing with her entire body into one, powerful kick towards the sky.

She grinned as it was sent flying, and shouted, “Fenn, catch!”

The dog glanced over, blood oozing from his mouth, and his eye caught onto the larger angel. His arm drew back and then forward, the chains wrapped around it coming loose and streaking forward like a whip. The metal wrapped around the Cachet, forcefully bringing it down closer to them. He spun the chain over him, using the angel as a counterweight to buffet away the Compassions swarming him, then swung forcefully over his shoulder.

The Cachet was flung away, spinning as the chain became undone, and crashed against the concrete wall of a nearby building.

Lily once again caught Fenn’s attention as she called to him. “Throw me!” She said, staring straight ahead towards the Cachet still halfway embedded into the concrete wall. The hellhound obliged, and she jumped into his massive palm, bending in her knees. He flung her at the three-faced angel, and she pushed off of his paw with her legs, speeding towards it.

Lily landed on the angel, paws-first, her Projected spear smashing through the angel’s external armour, piercing its body, and obliterating the wall behind it, sending the both of them sailing into an empty hallway. Once she confirmed the angel was dead, Lily glanced out through the hole she had made.

Outside, the Compassions seemed to have lost all their cohesion as a unit, haphazardly charging at Fenn. He caught one of the offenders by the wing, swinging it at the others as if trying to shoo away flies. Exasperated, he flung the thing away, letting it crash through a store’s display case.

“Their line is open, Imp. Charge through!” he called impatiently as he stormed past – and trampled over – the remaining angels. Lily wasn’t far behind, having jumped out of the hole she had made and down to the ground. What compassions remained charged at her, only to be used as springboards, as Lily deftly passed overhead, quickly catching up to Fenn.

“This is fun and all,” she said casually once she got up beside him, “but it’s too easy. If the Council is right and this place is important, or their commander at least, then it should be more difficult than this to get to it.” She glanced behind her at the compassions, the angelic beings resembling headless chickens more so than powerful creatures. Without a leader, they were useless. That demon following them would have to push through them to catch up with Fenn and Lily.

As entertaining as it was to imagine that demon having to cut through the compassions to continue following them, it helped little to stave off an uncomfortable notion. It felt too much like they were walking right into a trap. Just enough opposition that it didn’t seem too easy, but not enough that it would severely hinder them. Only trouble was, they seemed to have underestimated Fenn and Lily’s strength. They didn’t have to fight hard enough to get tired, so if the attempt was to tire them out then that had failed.

Under other circumstances it might have been a comforting thought that they were just that strong, as to plow through opposition meant to tire them out before the inevitable ambush. But it still nagged at her. This was too easy. She told Fenn as much, brow furrowing. “Or am I being paranoid? It just seems too convenient that everything is going so easily.”

The dog grunted as they moved. “Does it matter, Imp? Our task remains unchanged.”

Lily shrugged, a careless smile coming to her lips. “Not really. The tower awaits. Let’s go, my faithful companion!”

An irritated growl came from beside her, but she paid it no mind.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

@Astarael42
Woohoo!

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

I dunno. I imagine Lazo and I could just write Lily and Fenn continuing their rampage towards the centre point of the angelic forces, but I'm a little hesitant to just barrel ahead in case any of you three had something special in mind for them. Until Lily and Fenn (and Blair) reach the skyscraper?

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

I am posting this for the sole purpose of taking post #666.

I am playing a Demon, after all :>

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@I-Am-X
There is no relationship! <.<
*grumble*

That being said, Blair is welcome to join the carnage :>

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Several minutes had passed since the half demon, Mary, had left Lily and Fenn, during which the two of them had explored more of the citadel. The time had been spent in silence, save for the clinking of the hellhound’s chains and manacles, and the dull thumps of his steps. The hallways and rooms they went through were mostly empty, save for the whatever remnants of furniture dotted the various rooms.

“You’d think the most powerful beings in existence would know how to keep a castle properly furnished and clean,” she muttered in obvious distaste. They passed through a chamber in, perhaps, the worst condition yet. It was supposed to be a statue chamber of sorts, showcasing the various important and powerful creatures that had, she suspected, lived here at one point. Most prominent were a quadret of statues depicting incredibly large, humanoid, creatures. That they were not human was obvious, for the way they were portrayed gave off a feeling of power all on its own.

“The Horsemen?” Lily pondered aloud, hovering up to eye-level with one wielding a massive sword.

Fenn grunted disinterestedly. His attention seemed to be elsewhere. One of his ears suddenly twitched, and the dog looked towards one of the entrances. Lily felt it a moment later, a pulse like a heartbeat that thrummed into the room, followed by a sudden glow as lava spread around the walls from within vein-like indentations.

“This place takes its first breath in a long time,” the dog remarked.

“The first of many, if I am to be of any judge.”

The old demon let out another wordless grunt in response. The thought did not elicit much glee in him, it seemed.

“Don’t approve, Old Boy?” The demoness quipped, falling down to hover just above the ground once again. “I can see why. The deal we—or rather, I—made is not a fair one. Too many uncertainties, pit holes, and the like.” She turned to face him, seeming thoughtful. “But what I could gain from it was too much to simply say no to, especially because they’d likely just kill me if I refused.”

“I do not need to know the excuses you offer yourself, Imp,” he said, moving one arm in dismissive gesture, “but something tells me you will come to regret this choice.”

Lily sighed, hanging her head in defeat for all but a second. “I suspect that you are right, but the rewards were what tipped the scales.” She turned her back on him, ending the discussion of that particular topic. Instead she glided towards the next door, pushing it open and peered into room. “Food store.” She shut the door again, hovering over to the one in the corner and stuck her head through that one as well.

It looked to have been the remainders of a shop, but aside from that she could garner nothing. Directly ahead was another door which she immediately headed towards. “Coming, Fenn?” She called over her shoulder.

He studied the opening before letting out an irritated breath and ducking under the frame. With some difficulty, some undignified shuffling that brought a smile to her face, and some alarming groaning from the stone at his sides, the dog’s upper body passed through and he followed her in. “Not a word,” the dog groused as he reached her.

The Demoness eyed the hellhound critically for a moment, having either not heard, or not acknowledged, his demand. She ran a hand through her ethereal hair as she spoke. “You need to get a bit smaller. Or learn how to take on a humanoid disguise, at least. It would make everything so much easier, you know.”

“No,” he said, irritated, “this place should have been larger. One may think housing beings from the other realms was never a concern in its construction.”

The room they were in now was, as she had noted earlier, something of a shop. Broken pieces of wood and stone littered the area, the only thing even marking it as something of a shop were rotten shelves and a stone desk that was near collapsing in on itself.

She didn’t pause to look around, instead going directly for the next door and into a much larger hall, this one what she assumed to have been a place of commune, or something of the like. “This place is in tatters. These Watchers, and Council, are really bad at making anything hospitable…”

Fenn approached an old table of an odd-looking wood and nudged it slightly with an outstretched claw. The thing’s legs snapped and collapsed with a sudden crack and clatter, lifting up a cloud of dust. “The task must fall to the occupants. This place has not been properly lived in in a long time.” The dog sniffed at the table’s remains. “Where do you suppose the watchers reside?”

“The gutter, if my theory proves to be true.” She passed another table, barely standing, her fingers leaving scorch marks where they touched. “It’s strange, I thought, how these Watchers seem to like lording over us, and yet they speak about ‘their services’. My guess is that they are servants, both to the council and, now, to us.” It was a feeling she’d had ever since she had first been given the Council’s demand, and Panoptos had elaborated upon it. They were intangible, seemingly capable of being touched only when they wanted, and had done nothing but exactly what they were ordered to do. Not only that, but they seemed more than happy to insult those they saw as lesser, which was usually a sign of inferiority.

She shot a glance at Fenn over her shoulder. “What do you think?”

“That is a dangerous assumption.”

“Ooh?” She turned around fully, hands behind her back. “How come? Are you afraid they’re watching us right now?”

“Afraid? Certain, Imp,” he stated. “They are no more beholden to you than I am beholden to the Council. If this lead Watcher is in any way competent, he will have instructed his servants to keep tabs on each of those brought here. I would assume every conversation in this castle will reach the ears of your keepers.” The dog huffed. “Even this one.”

Even before Fenn was finished with his small tirade, Lily was all but laughing, giggling. “Do you seriously think I had not expected them to be loyal to the Council above all else? They’re likely enslaved by them through some means or other. Of course they’ll run to their stone-faced lords if they think we’re going to betray them.” She pivoted in the air, a whimsical smile on her fiery lips. “Doesn’t mean they don’t have to wipe our asses if we tell them to.”

The dog rolled his shoulders. “Your optimism is astounding.”

“Maybe so, maybe not, but you should know that I don’t often show my true emotions, right?” Her eyes twinkled at that. “But that’s not for now. What say you we find a room? And maybe a new set of clothes. The Half-Demon’s were pretty enough, but they don’t really work too well for fighting, and I have few doubts that they’re going to send us towards a battlefield within the next few hours.”

“I don’t understand why you bother with garments. They won’t change to fit you.” The dog walked past her, squeezing past the next opening.

“You’re just envious because I actually look good in them,” she countered with a grin, following after him. Speaking of clothes, I should return the ones I borrowed to the Half-Demon.