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Rebuilding a life; Merged w/ A Different Patrol
Topic Started: May 28 2006, 09:57 PM (5,532 Views)
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OOC: WOOOOO It kinda worked!! Got the thread just once!

She had been off in thought when Alain had come busting in. She smiled to herself a little. He had a way of making himself known without meaning to. She watched him step through into the chamber, whoes large space would have easily held a hundred people. It was dark, she grandted him that, but she saw well. Her eyes were not yet as sharp as Victoria's, but almost. Most of the dark came from the lack of candles in the candelabra overhead. They used a great many candles, that at times they would 'borrow' from fixtures for convenience.

"Darkness is not as bad as it seems..." She said with a grin. She could feel his tension. It seemed that your energy was raised or increased when in the ritual hall. It was an ancient place. "But I know the feelings are strong...This spot is actualy where Lillith's cottage sat, when she came from Earth. This is the second most powerful place in all Aronia. The only difference is that this energy is from all that has happened here, and been created here, which seeped into the room itself. It isn't a living energy like huantings or possession." She found herself almost afraid of how he would see her after the ritual. In all it's glory, it was a grotesque world, one of blood, and honor. It may not have been so different from his when you thought about it. Everyone was always fighting for their equality, or for their space. It was nature. Territory and mates, was what it really came down to. But because of the Mind's ability to work as it does, they fought over other things, petty and great alike. She almost liked this human self, for a tiny moment, before she felt the struggle for power within herself. It was like trying to stuff a boulder into a tea cup. He would have to see her true form, it was the only way. As Victoria entered, she smiled to her as well. Her best friend, and sister. She was anticipating this, and she knew the priestess was as well. It was stability for them and the kingdom. The Creautre's presence gladdened her as well. He would learn, maybe remember something of his own. After all, if it were a ritual that borught him to this place, maybe it would be a ritual to make him remember. He was a creature of magick, but if he were to be a creature of flesh and Magick... at leaste he would be an ally. (Sp!) She closed her eyes as Victoria spoke, takeing a deep inhale of the patchuli and sandelwood, the spicey aroma of their home. It was exotic and intoxicating when mixed with a happening such as this. Nodding her head to the woman, she opened her eyes once more.

"If I were not prepared...I would have run from the room at your entrance." She laughed a little. "What must be done, must be done. By the daughter, it's due time anyways. But give me one moment, Alright? It will give you time to set up the bindings." She smiled and pushed off from the edge of the altar. Stepping to the woman, she embraced her and kissed her cheek. She smelled of old leather, paper and ink. Moving nex to Alain. She took his hands in each of hers and looked to his face for reassurance.

"If something happens, don't move to stop it unless She say's to." She indicated the Priestess. "This is dangerous because there are alot of things that could happen, and none of them are wrong." Looking to the floor for a moment she took a deep breath. She could tell Victoria had told the Being the same, as he stood toward the doors. It in fact reminded her that she should tell him as well...

"Be careful of me immediately after I've changed...I would not want to have you lost on me again. Especialy by my own hand." She looked to the floor slightly hurt. She didn't want his life in jeporady. (Sp!) But at the same time, she needed him there. Like he had said, it was only right. Pulling him to her, she embraced him tightly. It would be the last time that she saw him through this perspective. Not that her feelings or views would change, but the way she saw things would, the way she did things would be slightly different. She would be more forward, not so shy and to herself. She kissed him gently, her eyes on his, then stepped away.

Moving gracfuly back to the Altar. She gsmiled at each of them in turn, quiet and brooding. She was excited but afraid, scared but pleased. It was confusing, but she liked it anyways. Looking around at the items Victoria had cosehn to use, she calculated and helped her to figure it out a little. She had done perfect, but something was missing. Something important. She looked over the items once more unable to figure it. Her eyes shifted over to a far shelf with sudden acknowledgement. The Atheme! Heading to the shelf, she pulled the long silver knie from the shelf. It's pommel was engraved with Serpents heads, with bodies that wrapped around the handel. It was beautifuly crafted, almost each little scale could be seen on the body composed handle. It was large enough to be a Theives dagger, which usualy was around a foot long. Pulling the Sheath from it, she tossed the leather piece aside and set the knife among the other items. the double edges were razor sharp, as the sheaths bindings had been partialy cut through, from pulling it out and putting it away. The ruby and sapphire eyes of the serpents glittered in the candlelight.

"I'm ready whenever you Are Victoria." Gwenefiere said at last. It seemed so loud in the room, though it was quiet. Her ears rang ith many voices and many memories. "Let's fix this." She smiled at the woman. She trusted her, knew that this was right, or the woman would have never agreed. After all, she could have Just Bitten Gwenefiere to make her a vampire, but That was not the whole of it, it was much deeper than that.
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Alain nodded a little to Victoria, as she moved around him, and he stepped a little off to the side, having to feel by instinct almost where things were... or could his mind feel those things? He was never entirely sure. He just had to trust it, is what he had always told himself. Had worked up until now. No reason to doubt it... Gwen's approach almost took him by surprise, even so, but he smiled slightly, enfolding her hands in his own.

"I understand."

He kissed her back, holding it longer than he had planned, but... he couldn't escape the feeling that his life was going to undergo another major revision... he needed to be sure he was sneding the last version off properly.

"Don't worry. I won't be dying by anyone's hand for a long time."

He slipped his arms around her, closing his eyes, then he kissed her again and let her go, back to the altar. His hand trembled slightly, and he pulled his gloves from his coat pocket, pulling them tightly over his hands, then sealing them to the arms of the suit, and rubbing at the back of his hand slightly. This was no place for a human. This whole world was no place for a human... and yet he belonged here. He had to... or else he simply didn't belong at all... not when his home was so far away... how did one reconcile two families? Two worlds? Two lives...? He wished Alia was still with him, a selfish thought as he didn't want her in this place either... but she was the only one that was truly a link to both lives... maybe that wasn't entirely true, but even with all the love he felt, he knew there was always that separation between himself and Victoria... and now the same would be put between him and Gwenefiere. As much as he would ignore it... two hundred years as long for a human. It was an eyeblink to them. What was he to be in all of this...? The briefest of joys..? Like a pet, you love it all you can though you know it will die long before you. That was almost how he felt.

I really do think too much... Father always said you had to take life as it comes. Fine then. I'll live this out one way or another. And if my life should span only two centuries... I have one hundred and seventy-five years to make it count for something.

As they began, he whispered almost silently.

"Life... it's what you make of it..."
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OOC: I am not trying to auto gwen, but I figured she would be in full compliance of Victoria's direction for ceremonial purposes.

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The creature's understanding and agreement of her request of his involvments eased her worry a bit. She would be able to concentrate on the ritual rather than those who did not realize such violence is a possibility that must take place. The queen's answer to her question was amusing yet truthful. Returning the embrace, Victoria nodded when asked for a moment, there were a few things she needed to set up as well. Checking the strength of the metal cuffs and leather straps, Victoria was satisfied. Overhearing her instruction to Alain, Victoria did not need to tell him such. Besides, he would rather hear it from her anyway, or so she assumed. Walking to the back corner of the room, a wooden door was hidden in the shadow where the candle light did not reach. Entering, it was a small changing room about the size of a large bathroom. Removing all of her clothing, Victoria took the royal purple ceremonial robe and covered herself. Simplicity was the key here. Too much vanity would only complicate the ritual and possibly interfere.

Returning to the ritual hall, Victoria made her way back to the altar where the queen had just placed her chosen piece. It suited their situation. Nodding when the queen was ready to begin, Victoria motioned with her hand to the length of the altar. To an outsider, Victoria thought that perhaps the ritual did appear to have a negative or evil look to it, but that was the problem with mortals. They feared death and in returned feared anything that vaugely realated death, even if it was only a lack of lighting. After the queen had positioned herself as comforably as she desired, Victoria first restrained her wrists and ankles with the metal cuffs. There was no chain to allow movement. She was going to be quite stationary.

"These are enchanted, so you cannot just break through them," Victoria spoke to the queen, but in all actuality her words were meant for the viewers. If they were going to be there, they may as well know what was going on. Fastening the strap over her midsection, this would keep her from bowing outward in an escape attempt. She would be able to raise her knees, but the would not affect the ritual. Lastly, the final leather strap was actually sectioned into two. The first held her aross the shoulders and collar bone. Where it bisected, there was enough gap between the two so that it reached her head. Where is was needed. This part layed over her forehead and brows. Her head was stationary. As soon as the queen was effectively restrained, the temperature dropped so any warmblooded creature's breath would be visible.

Language was not needed at this point. Energy did not need to be said to be present. Silence save the flickering flames engulfed the room. Taking a bottle of dried foxglove and salve of belladonna, Victoria returned to the altar. Opening the small jar of salve, she rubbed a small amount on the Queen's throat, inner arm and the top of her feet and hands. As the jelly absorbed, Victoria lit more incense of a special blend. With the foxglove, Victoria added it to the incense senser. The vapors of the mixture aiding in altering the state of mind to tune to the energies. Mentally calling to the powers, a heaviness in the air made itself present. To those not used to it, the feeling was similar to the sensation of being watched. Then again, everyone was beign watched in a way. Taking a lump of charcoal that had been on the altar, Victoria drew on the queen's gown and over the leather strap. The symbol was similar to a thick spiral, ending in the center encircling a runic sigil. Replacing the charcoal on the altar, Victoria spoke only three words.

"Come forth, Rovina!"
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The creature watch carefully. Every little detail absorbed as they progressed. It did not move yet, it had been asked to. Of course it was not really watching it as it had things before. This required a bit more attention, every small detail would be mentally recorded incase necessary for future use.

It was during it's observing that the sign Victoria had made upon Gwenefiere's dress caught it's eye. It's own hand moving to the symbol on it's own chest as it thought. The two symbols looked nothing alike but it was not the appearance that caught it's attention.

It now stared, it's metal clad fingers digging at it's skin. It heard the distant sound of battle, screams, metal ringing against metal, sounds that made it tence in anticipation. The sounds were all it could go on, though it knew none of them heard it. The noises were a product of it's mind and was not real. Yet the image the was in it's head was as real as anything.

It could move in this one, as if it was it's own body but it was not. It was in some armor, plate or scale it could not figure out. A broadsword in one hand and a shield clasped to it's other, no, his other. Blood was trickling down the blade, and bodies lay about his feet. His eyes closed tightly.

Then it's eyes opened. It scanned it's surroundings quickly, the armor vibrated strongly for a moment, though unnoticable to any but it. It shifted it's stance and continued to watch, it hand now dropped to its side as its other had stayed. It continued to watch the ritual again, with a more distant look in its eyes.
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OOC: sorry, I missed this one! lol Well, I had nicholette wake up in the morning, so your next post will let me know where to go from here. And I am starting to wonder if nicholette is an alcoholic...LOL

IC: Nicholette smiled as the woman talked of the city. Granted it was hard to see the city at night, she could tell that is was just as beautiful as Sabre had described it. For a moment she even considered giving up her bounty hunting if she could find something that paid just as well here, but that was hard to find. The offer for work definately interested her. Besides, who said she couldn't do two things at once? Perhaps this job the woman spoke of would not interfere with her current job.

"That sounds great actually. I will totally take you up on that offer," Nicholette could tell the woman had some work to do. Taking no offense, she walked to the door with the woman. Opening on its own accord, Nicholette was impressed with the trick. She had seen little magic in Luestrife, and it was mostly used to harm some one or rob them. Nicholette accepted the money given to her. Pride in that area had never plagued Nicholette. Money was money no matter where you got it from.

"Thank you," She was atleast polite about taking the leaves, "Mid day it is," Nicholette verified their meeting and nodded in exit. There had to have been atleast a few hours before she would rest and still have a good night's rest. Besides, the buzz that she had working began to wear off.

Walking back to the tavern, the crowd that was there when she had left remained except for a few. Walking back up to the bar, she flaged down the tender.

"Back again?" The woman asked. Nicholette nodded and set down a few leaves. She didn't need the most expensive room in the place.

"I need a room for the night," The woman smiled and took the money. Within a couple moments, the tender returned with a key.

"Up the stairs one floor and fourth room on the right," Nicholette took the key and stashed it away. Pulling out a few more of the donated money, she ordered a mug of ale. The woman did not give her instructions for the money, so why not enjoy it? Lighting a cigarette, she enjoyed the little twist. When the drink arrived, Nicholette had it finished rather quickly. Ordering another, she kept a steady pace all night.

The morning light that beamed straight on her face woke Nicholette from a dreamless sleep. Groaning, she rubber her face to wake herself up. Propped on her elbows, Nicholette felt something move in the bed beside her. Looking over, she did not recognize the man laying beside her. Both of them being nude was a good indication of what had taken place. As well as a few sore muscles. Moving to sit on the side of the bed, the man remained asleep. It was probably for the better. Looking around the room, her clothing and weapons were scattered all over the room. From her pants on a dresser to her jacket just slightly protuding from under the bed, Nicholette gathered her clothes and put them on. Searching through the man's clothing that too lay all over the room, she took every leaf she could find.
Placing her swords comfortably, Nicholette found another little 'rette and sparked it. Inhaling deeply, she looked at the man sleeping in the bed again. Too bad she couldn't remember how it was. His large hands had to have been good for something. Inhaling a puff deeply, she held it for a moment. There was a little time left, she could always wake him up for round two. Exhaling, Nicholette decided it was better to just leave.

Doing just that, Nicholette made her way back downstairs to the tavern. Sitting at the bar again, she ordered another mug. The bartender was a different woman from the night before. Which probably was a good thing, otherwise she might have to attest to some embarassing moments. Drinking the ale, it was refreshing to her parched throat. A nice cold one would cure the headache that plauged her. By the light, she figured there had to be atleast an hour before mid day even neared. Just enough time to start the day. Taking another hit of the 'rette, Nicholette thought about the man again. Like they say, old habits...
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OOC: As am I.... As am I... LoL

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Sabre's dream took her far away from the city she adored so much. She watched as people and places she knew flew past her eyes, almost as if she were flying. She knew this route. And she recognized the castle in the distance. Grimacing, she braced herself as it got closer, the huge silhoutted form atop one of the towers coming into view and securing her fears more and more by the second. At least she knew that it was not him making this dream for her, she thought with a sigh of relief as she stopped at the edge of the tower.

Her eyes looked up, staring the huge red dragon straight in the face. Many fled in fear simply by looking at his kind, but those people didn't have the hate and loathing for this particular creature that Sabre did. "What do you want?" she forced herself to ask. The red dragon's face twisted into an ugly, draconic smirk and he lowered his large head to Sabre's level. "I think you already know the answer to that question."

Sabre's hand lifted from her side of its own volition and she watched in slight horror as she slapped the side of the red dragon's face hard. She didn't have her weapons on her! She couldn't slay him without Althea and Virote at her side (or in her hands, for that matter!). A wave of relief washed over her as her form seemed to have disappeared from the dragon's vision. She watched his face turn from a cocky smirk to a look of confusion as she flew back from where she'd come. Instead of returning to her home in Ombra di Notta, however, her course shifted and she found herself on another familiar path.

Her heart leapt up into her throat as she saw the mountain-like fortress ahead of her. Getting closer and closer, she smiled as she saw the man standing there alone. He was waiting for her. At last, she would be with him - even if it was just a dream. As she landed on top of the fortress in front of him, she urged her dream body forward and her arms out to wrap around his neck as soon as she reached him. How long it had been since she'd seen him, let alone held him in her arms.

She stopped short, almost falling head over heels on the ground as he pulled something from his belt and held it out in front of her, moving into a defensive position. What? What was he doing? Why was he holding that damnable sword there?! Curse her! An evil laughter filled Sabre's ears as she felt tears start to roll down her cheeks. Damn that sword! She was the one behind this dream! Sending Sabre places she didn't want to be. Feeding off of Sabre's fear and hate and enjoying every moment of it. "Curse you, Soulburner!" Sabre forced her dreamself to shout at the weapon.

The man charged forward at the sword's command, plunging Soulburner deep into Sabre's flesh. Her vision blurred and she reached a hand out to brush the man's right cheek lightly. She could feel her body heating up and soon realized that she was engulfed in the black flames of the sword. "No!" she cried out, but it was too late. Soulburner had struck.


Sabre shot awake later than she would have liked, sweat pouring down her face in waterfalls. Panting, she reached up to wipe it away, only to find that it wasn't all sweat. She'd been crying. Memories of the dream flashed back into her mind and she lay back, groaning.

"Damn you, Soulburner..." she mumbled. A few minutes later, she finally found the strength to throw her covers off and set her feet on the cool, wooden floor. Sucking in a deep breath, she quickly bathed and donned a comfortable outfit for the day. Instead of leaving her hair down as she normally did, she pulled it back into a braid as she did whenever in battle.

Waking Norban and Michi, she made sure everyone (including Kael) was fed and bathed (especially Norban and Kael). Norban took almost a whole bar of soap just to himself, which wasn't a surprise judging from his smell. Now, though, he smelled.... well, bearable. The soap wasn't scented but it HAD gotten rid of the horrid smell Norban had been covered in since the sea voyage. Everyone breathed easier with the werewolf's stench gone.

About an hour til mid-day, Sabre grabbed Michi up in her arms and made her way over to the temple with Norban at her heels. She'd changed her mind this morning as to where she would bring him, deciding that she wanted the boy with one of the priestesses. Perhaps they could figure more about this little ball of magic. Any other time, she would have done the research and studying herself, but with the town under possible attack at any moment and with a meeting planned, she figured the priestesses were her best bet.

As soon as the priestesses had been informed about all Sabre could tell them of Michi, she and Norban returned to the shop for a small rest. Nicholette should be arriving soon. The woman had seemed eager and interested last night - Sabre just hoped the alcohol hadn't affected Nicholette's memory between now and then.

OOC: Sorry the dream sequence is so long... I just sorta got writing and didn't stop. It sorta shows you a small tidbit of Sabre's past... or at least hints on it. LoL. And then I just made it around a little before mid-day and all that in my post so that you can finish doing whatever Nicholette's got left to do before she heads out to Sabre's place (IF she goes there, that is). Aaaaaaaand.... That's about all I can think of now. Heh heh. WooT
Wash: I think they really captured his essence.
Kaylee: He looks kinda mean.
Wash: That's sorta what I meant.
Simon: This must be what going mad feels like.
Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...
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Climbing onto the stone slab of the altar, she laid with her head toward the other two. Her feet towards the shelves that lined the back wall. Her heartbeat had begun to quicken with what she assumed was a mixture of fear and anticipation. Gwenefiere had performed the rituals before, but never to this degree. She had never come back not being a vampire before. Ressurection was quite different. Closing her eyes, she swallowed hard feeling Victoria place her arms in the posted cuffs. They were smooth around the edges from use, which would save them from cutting into her wrists. She almost couldn't belive this was happening. Her breathing had paced a little faster, her face becoming a little hot. Turning her head, she looked to the other two. They were here for a reason they knew little about, but maybe it would not work out that way...she didn't know. Either way, their presence was appreciated. Winking to Alain, she tilted her head back up so that Victoria could strap it in as well. Closing her eyes, she was afflicted by images of things from a time before. Of rituals past and lives taken with them. She would not die, but she wondered if it was really the right thing to do. But having felt emotions, how could she not feel them even as a vampire? Really, they were more of a mental thing than just physical, but they would not be so strong as they wouldn't be backed up by hormones. Taking a deep breath, she looked to Victoria as she spoke.

"The whole world is enchanted..." she said quietly, an expression of half happiness, half worry casting her face. She trusted the woman in this, trusted her more than she could express. She smiled to Victoria, her face changing to a look of graditude and love.

"When this is over, we shall rape and pillage in Marsotp," the queen grinned, shivering in the change in temperature. Her breath had begun to plume out slightly, she wouldn't have noticed except the light of the candles illuminated it. Her skin had begun to tingle, though she hadn't noticed as she was drowned in her thoughts. Now it was coming forward, becoming more prominant. It almost itched. She watched as Victoria rubbed a salve on her and she knew what it was and what it would do. This scared her a little, sending a pang of fear through her body. It was cold on contact, but sooned warmed with her body temperature. Her heart was beating faster now. The smell of the incense intoxicated her. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply trying to calm herself. She felt the slight pressure of Victoria's scrolling on her stomach, drawing a symbol that Gwenefiere could not remember. The ointment had begun to burn slightly, almost like water that was a bit too hot. But when it begun to grow hot through her veins, she grimaced some, shifting in the cuffs. Pleasantries were no longer part of this. The heat flowed through her arms, through the back of her legs and up through her body. It went no farther than her heart, whos pace began to pick up at a speed that was unhealthy. Gods did it hurt! Did it burn! It burned so deeply that she pulled slightly at the restraints, but could do nothing. Her face contorted in pain, lungs gasping for precious breath. This was part of the sacrifice. Her heart began to palipatate, but did not stop. The air chilled a bit more, a new vibration mingling with it. Though the room was quiet, it buzzed with energy. The foxglove had help to bring her to a state of mind where she was not so much fearing as fighting. The air grew thick and itchy. She wanted to cough and choke on its texture. The belladonna engulfed each and every artery, vein and capillary in her body with fire. Her eyes tightened, her lips pulling back over her teeth, but a voice poured forth from her mouth.

"Are you prepared for me? I am here..." It growled in a gutteral tone from the queen's throat. The air buzzed even deeper, reverberating throughout the entire room. This was only the beginning...
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Alain watched the scene, a knot growing exponentially in his stomach. This was already not good... the fact that she had to be strapped in... and then when it started... his head began to hurt almost immediately. It always seemed that way.... when something huge was happening... like his minds way of warning him. He often wished it would choose a less painful way. It wasn't the worst of the pain though... when she started to hurt, he felt it... like he was picking it right out of her head and into his own... and now... the band around his wrist started to glow slightly, and he looked at it, then tapped it once. A slender glowing filament extended down his arm, then spread out into a long, thin screen that started blue, then was filled by a red box, warning him of his heart - it had started to go as well... the nanos had restabilized it, but his blood still went cold... the sheer depth of that link he had somehow established... Alain pulled himself back into his own mind as far as he could, almost desperately trying to wall himself from the others in the room - not to keep them out, but to keep him from them... another window poped up near the side.

Lepton emissions...? You've got to be fucking with me... psions, hadrons, by the gods this shouldn't be possible... and if it is then none of us should be in this room... but if the particles are there why aren't I getting a radiation warning...?

He sent the computer a quick thought query, but the screen came up with a simple message.

NO DECAY

No dec..... well I've broken half the laws of physics already this month why the fuck not... gods Gwen, don't die on me...

He didn't speak to her though... it was still in his head. But there, cut off from anyone elses mind, his memory drifted... he'd seen this before...

"Fuck, someone cover the damned ridge! You assholes may want to die but I have a hot date back on Avalon, so don't fuck it up!"

"Quit whining, I'm on it!"

Alain grinned, and snatched a discarded weapon from the ground, shouldered it, and gave the suit half a second to interface and lock on before pressing the pressure plate on the underside of the vaguely cylindrical weapon. It glowed at the tip, then the glow spread towards the back through several black etchings that had spread slowly when he depressed the firing switch. In a few seconds they had reached the back of the weapon, and it fired. There was a brilliant red flare, and the energy shot back through the channels to merge again at the tip, where a blast of energy more than a yard across blasted from the end of the weapon, slammed into the ridge of the canyon, just a ways down the channel - and blew it clean off. There was a deafening explosion, and the shockwave pulverized all the rock for a solid ten meters, sending the group of drones that had been trying to climb down the rock face flying in all directions while rocks rained down on the ones that had made it below. Alain dropped the huge gun, drew his pistol, and shot the only survivor four times. It hit the ground, black blood soaking into the cracks between the rocks. Carla whipped her head around, and Alain could feel her glare through her visor.

"You said you'd exhausted the compression coil!"

"I was just saving it for a special occasion! Arya, still got my rifle?"

"Yes!"

The woman emptied the clip from the weapon, then dropped it, and tossed it to him. She was the different one, her armor much thinner than the others, and her blong hair falling through a slit in the back of her helmet, a visor covering her eyes like the others, but her jaw was still visible. It was a reminder - she didn't
need armor to kill the enemy. She snatched two very nasty looking weapons off the ground - like long pistols with longer clips and vicious curved blades on the undersides. She leveled them faster than the eye could track, and blue fire blazed from the barrels, faint blue beams blasting another of the leaping creatures clear in half. Alain slammed a fresh clip into the weapon, and shot the head off of a vaguely humanoid creature - Reapers by name to the Marines - as it tried to sneak behind the largest of the four, a huge rotating barrel weapon in his hands, letting out a roar and a storm of gold bolts whenever an enemy reared its ugly head. The ground erupted suddenly not fifty feet away, and all four turned to look at it, then jumped back as Alain reached to his waist, and grabbed a device the size and shape of a hockey puck, pressed the center, and whipped it at the first drone to climb from the tunnel.

"GRENADE!"


Alain's eyes opened again, it hadn't even been a few seconds, but he still shook slightly, listening to the voice from Gwen's throat... what the hell was he doing here...?
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OOC: due to the computer situation and it would just be a hell of a lot easier if we just write this shit together. So, it is both Victoria and gwen's post. Also, if Alain moves, then Gwen goes to wherever he is.


IC: As soon as the being Victoria had beckoned to made itself known, she knew what would happen next. She had been prepared as asked. The energy that was sent out from the queens body stopped within the circle in which they were working. It was never marked out, but there none the less. The barrier that was sent out would kill any creature, magical or physical that tried to enter. It would drain the force of life, whatever it may be, to sustain its own hold on the queen's body. Unfortunately, Victoria could not removed the deadly barricade. However, she could neutralize it in a way. Taking the dish of sand that was as much a part of the altar as it was useful, Victoria sensed the wall of energy and spread the sand on the floor in the circular pattern the energy took around herself and the queen. Returning the censer to the altar, Victoria looked to the two watching. This would be the part where the barrier was needed. They would not die, simply would become extremely fatigued and sleep for three days.

With a small movement of her wrist, every flame was extinguished simutaneously. Sheer dark swallowed the room. Removing the small pouch from an inner pocket that she had tucked away while changing, the lack of light allowed her to remove the petal from its satchel. Pinching the queen's nose, her mouth immediately opened, gasping slightly. The queen's body slack and unmoving. She was dying. Within seconds, all of her organs would fail. Placing the small, black petal into the the queen's open mouth, it began to disolve immediately. Letting go, Victoria took a step back. The doors sealed silently and it was not by Victoria's doing. This would be some masquarade.


Her body stilled as if the time had run out too quick. Silence again filled the room. But, the lack of movement didn't last long. Through the darkness the sound of her bindings jingled musically. Gwenefiere's body shuddered as if seizing. What came next was not seen, as her skin began to change. Black bleeding through, as if ink had been spilled on a white piece of parchment. Victoria watched, it was still not yet time. The queen looked drow-ish though her skin began to lump, growing scales. The soft rustling of her thigh-length hair falling from her skull touched each corner of the room. Her entire being began to enlarge, ballooning from head to toe. Her face elongated, a maw beginning to form from her jaw. Lengthy fangs busted from her gums a cry of pain finally exiting the creature's throat. At this point, Victoria knew that Gwenefiere was gone, her body now belonged to the Rovina. The crack of bone sounded as her lower extremeties broke backwards growingas well. It screeched in protest at its own development. The restraints creaked under the pressure of the change in size as well as its movements. The Rovina's stomach began to swell, flesh fans sprouting from the sides of its head. A sickly sweet acidic scent enveloped the room. Letting out a howl, it tried to break its bindings. The leather straps groaned and finally snapped. Whipping Victoria on her arm, she recoiled and cried out in surprise. Now definately was the time.

Taking up the serpent entwined athame that the queen had chosen, Victoria hovered over the Rovina's stomach. Taking notice, the Rovina roared a plea of desperation, this time in a long forgotten language few knew even existed.

"My power is beyond that of the fallow-minded queen," Victoria only smiled, raising the athame above her head.

"You've got to do better than that," With quick slash, the blade tore the flesh of the creature wide. She had to rescue the queen while the Rovina still lived. Stabbing the Rovina's chest, she aimed for the heart. Another howl of pain emitted from the creautre. Thrusting her hands into the open wound, Victoria saw with her hands and she only had a few moments in which to work. Feeling the textures within the creature, Victoria pulled the intestines from the bowels quickly, letting them drop to the other side of the creature; to the side the two watching would have seen had there been light. The blade had just barely cut through the thick uteran muscle of the Rovina, which was the best possibility for the queen's survival. Cut too deep and she could have killed the queen. Tearing the hole wider, the Rovina bellowed again as Victoria disemboweled it alive. As her hands traveled through the open wound, she felt a solid mass. Continuing quickly, she distinguished the shoulders of the queen. Slipping her hands under her arms, Victoria pulled the full grown queen from the beast that pressed against the bindings, head rearing up with its final strength but not in reach of the two. Victoria feared for a moment that the cuff may break. Magic was strong, but so was the Rovina. Falling backward, the queen's limp body fell on hers, slipping on the spilled blood. Carefully yet hastefully, Victoria lay the blood covered body on the floor, removing thick mucus from the queen's mouth and nose until she breathed once more. Standing quickly in case the beast may try again, the Rovina lay still, her final wound fatal. At this time the barrier simply fizzled out and the door unlocked as well. Removing the blade from the creature's body, Victoria severed the head. You could never be too careful. Slumping her shoulders, she relaxed. It was finally over, the queen had been returned to her proper form. Slowly, each candle began to light one at a time. When illumiation was enough for visibility, Victoria stood there exhausted looking at the two beings with a void expression. The queen lay on the floor, skin that should have been porcelin coated in a rusty film and clotted blood. Her hair clumped and tangled with the masses.

Stirring a bit, Gwenefiere began to regain conciouness. She would not remember her time in the womb of the Rovina, but she would remember her mortal body losing its life. Each muscle witin the queen's body was sore from tenderness and lack of use. Within a few minutes though, they would be as strong as ever. The amount of energy that was needed to perform such a feat weighed heavily on Victoria. It had to be replenished. With the final task, Victoria took the chalice of blood and kneeled beside the queen, offering the cup. Eagerly, the queen took the goblet, drinking the blood in a crouched position greedily, which returned her strength. Victoria stood, again facing the two.Her gaze was fixed on Alain, ice cold. With a hunger in her voice, Victoria spoke.

"Gwenefiere, please remove Alain," The queen rose to her feet, steadying herself on the stone where the Rovina's carcass lay dripping and leaving the chalice there. Catching the priestess' gaze, Gwenefiere knew she had to act quickly. The hunger in Victoria's eyes only grew with each passing second. Victoria could actually hear the man's heartbeat as her senses increased in her frenzy. The queen's first few steps were a bit wobbily, but she remembered the motion quickly. Hastily striding to Alain, she disregarded her soiled nude body and slid an arm around his waist. Looking towards the creature who watched as well, the queen had to atleast warn him.

"I'm not sure what you are," Gwenefiere tried not to sound disrespectful, "But if there is blood in your veins, I suggest you leave as well," More would be said at a later time as the present called for a quick retreat. The whole sense of her being had changed, as if her mortality had been a dream. Gwenefiere knew she had been mortal but her own mind questioning the validity of such. The body of the beast proved her mortality. At that time, the skin of the Rovina seemed to move as if alive. As soon as the movement began, almost tanslucent pale white butterflies began to come forth from the gaping hole of the beast's belly. They did not stop. Instead, the actual flesh of the creature became the tiny incects. Filled with the tiny creatures, the ritual hall beated with the sound of the wings. Victoria clenched her teeth and fists, holding back herself for as long as naturally possible. Only a short moment after the butterflies filled the room, each and every incest burst into silver dust, showering everyone. The queen had watched the scene, a wave of sadness and relief taking her. When the silver dust had settled, Gwenefiere continued in her persuit to protect Alain.
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It blinked, not sure what had happened. All was too dark to see and it did not adapt to the darkness, instead it remained blind to that around it deciding such was probably for the better. Yet when the light returned all did not seem that way, a strange large beast disembowled at the altar, the queen in some foreign substance, naked, and Victoria looked none too well.

The queen had drank then recovered quickly enough, her warning was lost to it. Though luckily it did not have what would be called blood, the thick black fluid that filled it was more of a pure magic at best. Though, such thing had scarcely existed before for extended periods. Mostly for those it was in were summoned temporarily. It was unlikely a vampire had ever chanced to drink such liquid of raw magic. It was probably for the better.

It watched Gwenefiere leave with the man then its gaze went back to Victoria, and the bugs that seemed to spring forth from the carcass. Millions it would seem, the body was changing into them. It took a hesitant step back, unsure if the bugs were a danger. Then it caught a good glimpse of Victoria, having never seen her in such a state it did not know what to do. So it did what it often did when thinking, stood still.
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