[i]Elegantly she emerged into the frosty airstream; it penetrated each pore of her pale skin and submerged inside her, flowing through her veins and encircling her heart. It rendered her motionless; she stayed still. Movement encircled her; the daily grind of the carnival. To her, the carnival did not exist as extravagant as it had once been. Her kind, pale violet eyes circled around her, observing those whom had signed away their freedom due to some form of greed. 

Her first step, followed by the second – she was oddly calm and tranquil. Undoubtedly due to the fact that this was the first she was permitted to roam outside in days – reasoning of her safety and protection. Her white corseted dress gusted gracefully in the wind and her perfect blonde hair flew too. Glow impressively white her aura did; she dazzled with angelic purity. A delicate doll she existed as; Rosalina Bell, an angel with not a single ounce of contamination following through her and it seeped through her perfect skin. As her feet touched the earth she let a smile escape her lips, highlighting her beautiful features. It reached her eyes – oh how undemanding it was to please her for she cherished all things. 

With silent steps she strolled forward, it was almost like a dance. And dance past many she did. Starla and the airy Ty; both of whom she was fond of. Starla paused in her tongue to Ty as Rosalina waltzed past and smiled grandly at her, Rosalina silently returned it. Onwards she went to nowhere in particular, that is until she suddenly halted. 

[b]“Oh Princess! Days and days you’ve been sealed away not to be seen by any eyes.”[/b]

Smile harmoniously Rosalina did at Andracos, undisturbed by his nature, even though she knew what lurked beneath the charming exterior.

[b]“Missed thou, thy has,”[/b] Andracos said charmingly as he gently seized her hand and pressed it to his lips. 

[b]“Oh Andracos,”[/b] her voice, high in octave – yet so lovely to the ears, [b]“can a siren yearn for the presence of another, beyond his own?”[/b] she enquired.

Schooled Andracos was that never consciously would the radiant doll before him connote black-eye or aspersion. He played off her dry humour directed at him, 

[b]“Salty dialect, doll, salty indeed,”[/b] he responded with a wink through sparkling, yellow eyes. 

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Albatross condensed the air around him; it engulfed him. Humidity pricked his pores though no humidity weathered the room. Exceptionally dominant and prevailing he ordinarily stood – that was his nature. But that was not the nature of today, nor the present moment. No hat atop his head, no long black jacket on his back. His white shirt untied at its top and its sleeves curled to his elbows. Reposing his feet upon his long oak desk and leaning back in his grand leather chair with cigar clouds above him. The sharp and intense aroma of the liquor danced around the massive, elegant office – undiluted it was. 

[b]“Are you sure you want to go through with the meeting?”[/b] the coarse voice of one whom had breathed in one to many cigarettes reached the Wish Masters ears, [b]“you wouldn’t want any cause for alarm,”[/b] Mogue explained, sitting opposite his superior. 

Reficul Seil flurried not to answer, he remained motionless for a moment, [b]“I sealed Rosalina away for five days,”[/b] he spoke slowly and in his usual gentle voice, [b] “and at present, she still is not permitted to wonder around when my carnival is open.” [/b]

Mogue awaited Reficul to complete his point in silence, whilst he put pulped out his cigar and reached for his glass of alcohol,

[b]“My point being Mogue,”[/b] he took a sip, [b]“that, with doubt, most have noticed her restrictions thus they all assume something abnormal is afoot.”[/b]

Mogue’s brow furrowed, [b]“don’t you want to find out exactly what is going on before worrying them?”[/b]

Gazing up the ceiling Reficul replied, [b]“the more eyes and ears I have the better and the faster I will figure out what exactly is going on,”[/b] he paused a moment, sweeping his hand over his forehead and through his neat, brown hair, [b]“it’s only going to get worse from here Mogue,”[/b] his eyes shifted back to his second-in-command as he took another sip, [b]“that’s what they don’t need to know.” [/b][/i]

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[b]My fellow sister, never cognized have I, your will to be here. Did you not care for losing your purity sister? Why, oh, why would you will that away? Forbidden this one is to speak with you, not on the accord of Reficul, no – on its own. For this one does not desire you to pollute me, this one does not yearn for your ideas to cloud my mind – so stay away this one does. 

But we are sisters of the light, you and I. You, whom proved that a female can rise above and protect and not be needed of protection. But lost you did something all angels endeavour to retain and that was your pureness. Imperative that is to me, never shall this one lose it. For was taught chauvinist by that of my father, The Angel of Judgement and it will never leave me. Wonder at times this one does, did you see my mother? Did she enthuse you? Inspire you? [/b]

[i]Rosalina had strolled onwards, having left behind Andracos whose presence was mandatory elsewhere. Enthralled was she, to seek out her sister, not of blood but of breed – inquisitiveness would always flourish itself within Rosalina when it came to her sister. Many a times the two would observe one another, but never speak. Not even with the eyes. Her restricted wanders of 5 days compelled Rosalina to seek out her sister – if just to see.

And there she was, her sister accomplishing her daily responsibilities. True they were drawn to each other, but within the years that they had both been in the palm of Mr. Seil’s hand, they spoke very few words. [/i]

[b]Despise you do, the Wish Master. But why, oh why do you? You are here by your own hand, your own will and yet you dislike him so – an additional emblem of your impurity. This one hates him not, this one loves him. Ruined a family he did, even so, this heart finds love for him. Intensified with great power and surrounded by many, and yet ever so lonely, ever yearning for true love. And find it he did. That is the way of angels. But feel that you do not Celleci - wonder this one does, many a times, what that feels like inside. [/b]

[i][b]“Hello,” she said politely, yet not trying to hide her other-worldly accent, and with a voice as clear and resounding as a clarion call from up high; it was time to finally speak 
with the daughter of the Judgement Angel, [b]“this one is called: “Celleci,” for it means: This One, as you may already know. But you may say: “CeCi,” if it pleases you...”[/b] [/i]

[b]Do you know or are you forswearing? Are you in denial Celleci?[/b]

[i][b]“--Mr. Seil most endearingly has you in the collective of Mr. Seil's Carnival, no? For whatever reason, we never talk, Rosalina. Perhaps it is because this one is shamed to never speak this one's name, nor refer to CeCi as a thing with an ownership of being; forbidden to use the selfish word: 'I.' Why we never talk, CeCi is not certain... for we are sisters in the Azure afterall. Then perhaps it is a new day here for us and we may speak as winged sisters in the Carnival as well?”[/b]
Rosalina smiled graciously as she perceived her fellow beauty – green eyes were not in an angel’s heart, they were both equally beautiful to each other. Perceived she did, caramel fingers extend to her, a single rose offered. 

[b]“Celleci,”[/b] Rosalina’s voice was sweet music, [b]“know of you I do,”[/b] a beautiful smile that reached her tender eyes. [/i]

[b]Beautiful this one thinks of you. Nevertheless sad for you, for such radiant beauty should not be here by will or by gluttonous desire. And see your faulted purity this one does. Albeit you glow lustrously, it is dim and it is dusky. Do you not see it sister?[/b]

[i][b]“I must atone myself Celleci,”[/b] Rosalina curtsied elegantly,[b] “for my dearth with relations with thee. Undeniably, a fresh diurnal is upon us and yes, we shall speak as sisters of the winged and light.” [/b]

Rosalina’s eyes glanced down to the perfect rose within the perfect hand and smile again she did, [b]“gracias Celleci,”[/b] and met vanilla skinned hands to caramel, [b]“unfortunately I have naught of physical to offer,”[/b] the floret met her nose and she inhaled its scent before gazing at Celleci once more,[b] “friendship will that be of equal exchange?”[/b][/i]

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[i]He twirled his cane in the air as he lay on his back, on the impressive stage. Whilst Pachid rested against its wall alongside Arina. Crowd it did, the grand theater in which acts where performed – it was of adequate seating for carnival folk meetings.

[b]“Charm my snake, I might tonight,”[/b] Andracos declared still twirling his cane. Pachid whom was verging on slumber replied 

[b]“Groovy,”[/b] his voice ever so jaded. 

It was at the holler of a goblin that Pachid awoke and startled the few nested on the stage, which included Andracos and Pachid. 

[b]“Every Tom, Dick, and Harry,”[/b] the voice belonged to Warlockice, [b]“get off me stage!”[/b]
 Amazing it was that such a thing so miniature could voice so loudly. Surprised all he did and he ran about the stage shooing others off. The initial shock vibrated through Andracos, whom was in the middle of a fancy twirl and off course the cane went and followed its new path it did, to face of Arina. Her neck snapped back upon the impact of the narrow handle on her face. As an instant reaction both Andracos and Pachid burst into laughter.

[b]“Me said, off me stage!”[/b] the goblin yelled at those whom had burst into laughter. Andracos whom was sitting upright and clutching his stomach said back, 

[b]“Away we shall go.”[/b]

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Time delayed and in a while the theatre room was full with the individuals assigned its use and the stage was cleared. Andracos, Pachid and Arina sat alongside each other high above the others. Arina had her head tilted back and a wet, bloodied handkerchief at her nose. 

[b]“Contrary to what you may believe, gypsy lamb, desire not I did that to occur,”[/b] Andracos said simple still smirking. Arina merely glared in response. However all their attention was soon drawn to the stage as silence befell the air and on strode Mr. Seil, flawless as per usual. Scarce it was for Mr. Seil to arrange meetings; it was undoubtedly dire if he ever did. To the centre he stroke, and halted at the podium. He gazed at all in the room, most of them in contract. They were all his responsibility. 

[b]“I’m sure you’re all wondering why it is that I called a meeting,”[/b] he spoke smoothly, [b]“for it is rare that I do so,” [/b]he paused so as to let that sink in. [b]“What I speak today affect all here so if you are not listening, I highly recommend that you put aside your pride and do so.”[/b] He awaited everyone’s attention before continuing, [b]“There are twelve individuals missing. One cannot simply go missing for they are bound to me by contract. And considering the contract is not void, something much darker is at play. Discovered none have any sort of patterns and nor can Vivianna crystal gaze upon them. Which leads me to say once more – something of darker intentions is at play. That is not all the bad news which I bring, souls branded, exchanged and gathered are being misplaced, they are going missing.”[/b]

This comment produced an uproar from most. Mr. Seil let them have a moment before quieting them down. 

[b]“Hush, hush,”[/b] they quietened,[b] “I have a responsibility and duty of each and every one of you, your safety, contrary to what most believe, is important to me. All measures are being taken to address the issue at hand and find said missing individuals and souls. What I need from all of you is your eyes and ears. For you see, whomever is doing is not picking victims by random, nor souls randomly – walk in and out they are constantly during our open hours. You all need to be on the lookout and report anything you see or hear that comes off as anomalous to someone of higher authority. Do you all understand?” [/i][/b]