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

@MacabreFox
I didn't intend to appear petulant. Sorry about that, but thanks nonetheless xP

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

Hmm... Lucie and Aleksandra's appearance was ignored D:

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

@MacabreFox
:D

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

Sometimes it was easier to simply stay silent and ignore the rambling of those of lesser intellect. The brief moments before, and immediately after, the transportation of the Seal proved to be such times. Panoptos, no doubt, felt that he himself was hilarious, but the fact of the matter was that he was simply obnoxious. Perhaps the distinction flew straight over the Watchers’ collective head. So far all of them had been irritating, annoying, or infuriating to one degree or another.

Such thoughts were not actually important, but at least served the purpose of distracting the demoness from the drab surroundings that composed the realm of the Charred Council. The novelty of grand fires quickly diminished when one could wield flames as effortlessly as she breathed. Put it simpler terms: Lily was not impressed. She had known an artist or twoin her time, as well as a handful of architects, whose touch was very much needed here were it to even come close to being called aesthetically pleasing.

Lily took a few steps away from where they had appeared in the Brimstone cavern, stretching her arms above her head with her fingers interlocked and spread her wings wide. A satisfied groan escaped her lips with the motion, and she let her arms fall back to her side, wings folding up. She looked over her shoulder at the hellhound, smiling coyly at him. "See something you like?" She asked.

Fenn’s eyes turned away from flinging daggers at the small of Panoptos back to give her a sidelong glance. “Do you fish for compliments, Imp?” he drawled. “From me?”

“I was asking a question, dear Hound,” Lily said, turning around to face him, “not for compliments. Although if you wish to give them, be my guest.”

The dog grunted. “You shall have to work harder for those. If I even deign to give you the satisfaction.” With that, the dog began to lazily trudge towards the distant Citadel.

A pensive look came over her face, as she watched her companion leave. She would have to find some way, to at least make him acknowledge her in a way that was more than just "Contractor". That would be for another day, however, as she had other things that she wanted to do. So she took flight in the direction of the Citadel, the heated air making it easy to gain altitude.

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Lily found herself in her and Fenn's room within only a few minutes. The place was much cleaner now, after it had been given a chance to clean itself following the restarting of the Heart of the citadel. By now the Citadel could almost be said to be more welcoming than Hell. Her room, however, was an entirely different story.

It may not have been worthy of being called extravagant, but it was still impressive. Thick rugs covered most of the floor, ranging from actual fur to more synthetic materials. One full-sized bear skin adorned one wall, while the others remained barren. A four-poster bed stood at the far-right corner, a translucent canopy of violet fabric hanging over its four sides to obscure whoever was within. In the far left corner was a screened off section, with two full body mirrors so as to allow someone view themselves from both the side and the front simultaneously. And most importantly, just left of that where a series closets, several of them filled to the brim with the clothes Lily have brought in, the last time she was here.

By the right wall stood a dark oak desk and chair, flanked on either side by a bookcase filled with an assortment of everything from philosophy, to science, and to fiction. Some distance from it, closer to the door, stood not only a vastly oversized dog bed, but also a pair of equally large food and water bowls, with only the latter being full at the moment.

On both of them, the word "Spot" was crossed out, and "Fenn" carved into them instead. Evidently the Watchers who decorated the place had a legitimate sense of humour this time.

Lily immediately headed for the screened-off section, with the mirrors and closets, her form shrinking until the two and a half metre tall, draconic behemoth she had been was replaced by a short, blonde haired woman, skin as bare as her scales had been.

On her way she opened every closet she knew contained some kind of clothing, but gave them little attention for the time being. She instead retreated behind the screens in front of the mirrors, facing one with a determined expression. She was of a mind to visit Mary later, but before that she wanted to look presentable.

She claimed to be able to look like anyone, and everyone, but that didn't mean that it was an easy thing to do. Sometimes, it required a little bit of trial and error, and especially so when it was a person only ever described in text let alone ever properly visualized.

A smile tugged at the corner of the shapeshifter's lips. She enjoyed a challenge such as this.

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An hour later the demon known as Lily stepped out, into the hallway between her and Mary's room. The one stepping out the room, however, looked nothing like any of the demoness' standard appearances.

She stood at a height similar to Mary's, wearing a sleeve-less, floor-length green dress that hugged her torso tightly enough to emphasize her generous curves, and plunged deep at the neck, displaying much of her full breasts to the world. From the hips and down it flowed freely, a cut in the side showing some of her long, slender legs. It was her face, however, that drew the most attention.

Contrary to her demonic origin, her face was open and kind; her eyes large and impossibly green, mouth red and full causing noticeable dimples whenever she smiled. Her hair was long and silver white, falling in gentle waves to the small of her back and not a hair out of place. It was broken only by a pair of elfin ears, long enough to not be hidden by her hair.

It would be easy for Lily to replicate a cold and cruel beauty, so often seen in other demons who took a female guise, but this time it was different. Her fine features, came together to something barely human: A beauty like looking at a gentle fire, designed to create a deep sense of satisfaction, rather than lust or admiration as she so often did otherwise.

She had read a book once which a character sharing her name, and it was with her face and body that she knocked on Mary's door.

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

@MacabreFox
No worries :D Real life takes precedence over fictional RP about awesome women (and one man. And one woman who dearly wished she had a [Beep])

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

@MacabreFox
Sorry if I'm being a bit cheeky, but I (and Mono too, I assume) are waiting for you, Foxy :>

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

Lily smiled.

He may have attempted to cover it up, but given his response she could safely surmise that she had beaten him in this verbal spar. Under normal circumstances, he would most likely have simply insulted her intelligence, or something equally petty. Yet he had resorted to something just shy of a threat, as if expecting the prospects of a violent death, to be would, of all things, intimidate a demon. She had heard a saying that someone who reminded others that they were King, was in fact no true king. It stood to reason, then, that one was no true leader, boss, master, or otherwise if seemingly empty threats was the reply, to jabs at the intelligence of their alleged leader.

Of course that did not mean that Panoptos was not correct, in at least one of his statements. If they did not exit the Undersky, before their method of transportation disappeared, they themselves would end up stranded. So once again, Lily's body changed, contorting in ways that should have been impossible according to all known science. But Demons were not someone who often cared about petty things such as "Science."

Two draconic wings erupted from her back, along with a long tail, and claws. As if to test them, Lily flapped her wings weakly a few times, causing her to lift off from the ground and come back down again with the audible click of claws on stone.

For all of her bravado, and her attempts to look unfazed by her previous injuries, however, adopting her dragon-like appearance had taxed her. Not because the shape shifting in and of itself was tiring, but because what wounds she had sustained were no longer visible. They weren't healed, and she still remained as hurt as she had been beforehand, but her abilities allowed her to regrow the wing that had been destroyed, but at the cost of large portions of her fortitude. A combat move it would never be, as she became no healthier than she had been before and the cost was simply too high. It would have been easier to simply let it heal and regrow naturally, but to do so would not only be a show weakness; and would also be admitting that she had been wounded severely. More importantly, it would also make it annoyingly difficult to reach the Seal.

So she forced herself to breathe evenly, to not look winded, and turned to Fenn. "Do you want me to carry you up there?" She asked, casting a glance at the shining Beacon for way of clarification. When her eyes fell back upon the hellhound, she found herself faced with an absolutely mordant look. "I'll take that as a no. Suit yourself." She then turned back toward the Seal, taking off with a powerful beat of her wings. Up to join her fellow agents of The Charred Council.

And one insufferable moron.

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

@Astarael42
Maybe this'll work http://www.inkarnate.com/
It's primarily made to draw maps, but might work well enough.

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

Lucie's arms are getting tired. Lots to hold onto.

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

Astarael is hard at work writing stuff.
She's about halfway done. Dunno when it'll get posted, but I figure it's soon :)