[center][i]The grand theatre allowed the Siren to speak her questioning words however allowed not Mr. Seil to answer before outcry came about in agreement. Calm and composed the gentleman remained upon the stage once more permitting the sound to linger. His deep, brown eyes scanned and observed the vast array of emotion’s that befell his audience. Resentment, rage, apprehension, anxiety, sorrow, puzzlement, a seemingly endless list were all in attendance. And then his eyes fell upon his beloved angel doll, Rosalina and perceived he did disappointment. Imparted with her he did not the present newscast prior to the meeting. He hadn’t disclosed with her an excessive amount of information erstwhile to her confinement for he desired her to not fret over it – she had only known very little. The effect of such a situation would cause in her mind, first resentment towards him for allowing this to happen and second distrust if it lingered without a solution. Exerted and laboured himself endlessly for her trust and affection once before, he swore to never to lose it. The thought pained him, though before it reached his eyes, that slight pain forced him out of his trance. And he with an unyielding and authoritarian voice ordered, [b]“Silence,”[/b] and it this reached his firm eyes, which grazed the crowd before him. A stern expression coated his features to help identify his solemnity. No time passed before he received what he demanded from his audience. [b]“Starla,”[/b] he spoke firmly though respectfully, [b]“we are currently deciphering exactly what or who it is that we are facing thus the most intellectual way to manage the situation is, parallel to any battle or hostility one faces, is to decipher a strategy and a tactic first. By sending forth our ‘most worthy’ whom would be blind to the opponent is far too perilous and risky. And argue with me some of you may but that is the final decision, for I refuse to send out our finest, visionless. Especially when we are even blind by means of divination. Therefore the first move we make is to gather information and clearly the more pairs of eyes I have, the better. And then a suitable strategy can be applied, which includes whom I will ask to aid me. Do not debate with me even if you believe otherwise.”[/b][/i][/center] [center][URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [center][i]Drowning in thickened air she was - suffocating in the variegated sensations of others. It was weighty and rendered her ill at ease. She pondered on the weight of her presence, for it could have been the cause, multiplied by the attendance of others like she – positioned that thought towards the back of her mind for something else required attention. Rosalina was kept, for the most part, blinded to the current happenings. Though fathom did she, the reasoning of why that was so. Her train of thought followed not her husband’s words and instead followed a dissimilar sensation that stood apart from the other emotions that she was currently drowning in. This unpleasant aura that fluttered around caused her heart beat to fasten as she became more aware of it. Something shadowy was afoot and amongst them and her angelic senses burned. [/i] [b]This one feels the darkness, the shadow as soon as it is present. For faced it many a times have I and survived. Look upon myself, this one does, not as a victim, no, a survivor of it. For since youngling was I, beacon has been this one’s burden, beacon of danger and imposing threat. Proclaim, this one’s father did, the highest angel of judgement that ‘the reasoning lies in the highest levels of purity – pureness attracted to impurity and darkness attracted to light. So forever we pure ones shall be existent as magnets and lures of the threats and the blackness.’ Proclaimed this one did whence this one had faced the darkness too many a times, that to dance with death himself and pass on would be easier for all. ‘Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.’ The words of wisdom this one’s father had boldly spoken and echo this one’s father’s words do in minds eyes, daily. So look upon it this one shall, not turn away from it and flee safety which is behind the Wish Master. Aid and be of use where this one can, this one will. [/b] [i]Creased Rosalina’s eyebrows did as she endeavoured to focus through the array of emotions within the theatre but clouded and overshadowed her focus it did. [/i] [b]But why now? Why amongst the array of emotion does it surface so evidently? Winged brothers, beautiful sisters, fallen comrades – does any of you sense it to? Or does paranoia become of me – befall me? This sudden burst of wickedness present requires much more attention than currently given…[/b] [i]No hesitation, no second thought surfaced in her mind as Rosalina turned elegantly on her heel, spinning away from all others and danced with glowing features to the nearest exit. Never, not once loosing hold of the invincible string of darkness that she strained to decipher. At the sudden twirl of angel, a rarity to see, swiftness that is, several heads turned her way, including that of Reficul’s whom motioned to Mogue to follow her and perceive her waywardness. Mogue, whom was leaning against the bottom of the stage, in front of the audience, with his trademark cancer stick hanging from his mouth viewed the angel with a raised eyebrow as she departed before turning to look at his comrade with the same expression. He nodded in compliance upon seeing Mr. Seil’s request and stood upright, dropping his cigarette and squelching it out with his small foot (Reficul detested such things in the company of his angel doll) before rapidly trailing after Rosalina. [/i][/center] [center][URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [center][i]His final words to the answer received a submissive reaction from most. Mr. Seil’s sternness faded slightly. [b]“Anything else?”[/b] he asked calmly. [b] “I have two further questions Sir, if you might indulge my curiosity”[/b] Vol spoke from the back, pitching his ever-charming to carry easily across all gathered. [b]“Watch and observe we all shall, of that I have no doubt. However I am wondering…did all twelve vanish at once or one at a time, in a trickle? As to the second question…these souls you mentioned, the ones that have been misplaced, were they collected by the missing twelve or a variety of workers, perhaps even collected by those of us here assembled?”[/b] Mr. Seil fretted not over the state of the questions that befell him from Vol and answered them promptly, [b]“If you must indulge and I’m sure you all desire to know,”[/b] he spoke to all of his wishers, [b]“disappeared they have one at a time and secondly,”[/b] he knew another uproar was to happen upon speaking his answer, thus he paused a moment and sighed, [b]“souls have been stolen from a variety of workers, in fact none have been taken from the ones who are missing.” [/b] An aggressive uproar ricocheted throughout the theatre and rolled his eyes Mr. Seil did. [/i][/center] [center][URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [center][i]Mogue exited the theatre and to his luck, discovered Rosalina hadn’t wondered off too far without an escort. In fact she hadn’t strayed far at all, merely some feet from the exit. Still she stood, gazing up at the dark sky, not altering her attention or focus for in deep concentration she was. The light wind picked up her white dress and flew it and her creamy blonde hair too – it was her only movement. [b]“What’cha doin’ babe?”[/b] the gravelly voice of Mogue reached Rosalina’s hearing. Not altering her view of the sky, though perceiving the attendance of the rough dwarf she replied in an oddly light voice, [b]“a day of misery ensues us.” [/b] Mogue creased his eyebrows, seemingly becoming aware of her state, though he allowed her to continue undisrupted, [b]“even the heavens agree. For missing comrades are we and no true sun glows.” [/b] Mogue interjected here, [b]“sun shines there now babe,”[/b] he motioned at the open clouds that allowed the high sun to seep through – it was far in the landscape, quite a large distance away from them, [b]“cheer up, the suns coming back,”[/b] he had no idea what her game was. She frowned at his response, becoming attentive to the fact that he followed not her train of thought. Gazing down at him with kind eyes she replied,[b] “not any inkling has curt little dwarf, does he?” [/b] [b]“Not a bloody clue honey,”[/b] he admitted not discomfited by it as he met her eyes. Rosalina had a pattern of dialog in riddles, not odd for an angel though far too complex for a dwarf. Awkward Mogue was at times when in the vicinity of this particular angel for she did cause of few skips of his little heart and bothered him it did. He thought she was breathtaking and shouldn’t be here, but never voiced that to Mr. Seil. She shifted her big eyes back towards the sky, specifically the open spot of sunlight, [b]“incongruously perfect an opening circle, yes?” [/b] He too reallocated his vision from her to the open spot of sunlight that was evident in the great distance. Focusing on it, he comprehended after some seconds, her words. The opening was unusually circle – such a perfect shape within the clouds just shouldn’t manifest. However it was fading, not that the circle was closing rather the sun itself was setting, and double darkness would soon arise. [/i][/center] [Hider=The Opening in the Sky] [center][URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Light_zps64fa6d07.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Light_zps64fa6d07.jpg[/IMG][/URL][/center][/hider] [center][b][i]“A slash in the sky, an enforced opening,”[/b] Rosalina spoke softly, [b]“how many magicals require natural light to aid them, because they cannot summon it anymore?”[/b] it was a rhetorical question; symbolic in meaning that the dwarf knew the answer to promptly. [b]“Babe,”[/b] Mogue spoke to the doll however didn’t take his eyes off the aperture in the skies, [b]“don’t move from this spot,”[/b]he then turned his eyes to her, [b]“that’s an order,”[/b] the only way to guarantee her obedience, something he didn’t quite like doing, however sometimes was necessary, [b]“imma get Reficul, he’s finishing up anyway,”[/b] he sped off swiftly to inform the Wish Master. [/i][/center] [center][URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [center][i]In the intervening time, Mr. Seil had been permissible to the aggressive chatter that had erupted from whence he had announced the missing souls belonged to those within the audience. He deemed that they were entitled to it, thus he let them have it once more. Distinguished he did, his next move within the whole situation, and bring to a close he planned all in due time and the return of the said missing family and souls. He stood tall and confident, unconcerned by the aggression shown for any whom dared violence would be effortlessly handled. With blithe he tapped his fingers on the podium, nonchalant expression evident on his face. He held back a small yawn, even though his demon blood never legalized him to slumber, still we was exhausted. Alter his features did upon the reappearance of Mogue, from jaded to slightly bothered. For why had Mogue departed from Rosalina? Scurried the cynical dwarf did, to the back of the stage and followed through to centre stage where Mr. Seil stood. The genie man bent his knees so as crouch and be at eye level with his second-in-command. Mogue’s expression was tangled whilst Mr. Seil’s worsened from slightly bothered to undoubtedly concerned. Those whom were curious enough to watch the interaction on stage, heard not the sounds of their authorized voices and saw only the small range of emotions and several nod’s made by both males. The final gesture that Mr. Seil made was in reference to the audience, signalling with his hand. There was a final nod by Mogue then Mr. Seil departed the stage rather rapidly. [b]“Shut it!” [/b]the voice of Mogue echoed around the theatre and he ordered the audience to quieten down. Astounding it was how the little dwarf on stage was able to speak so stridently, even through his raspy voice. [b]“Mr. Seil has left the building, for reasons, right now, none of you need know,”[/b] he pulled out a fresh cigarette, [b]“so don’t ask,”[/b] he lit it in his mouth. Inhaling some fumes before he spoke once more, [b]“the final thing he had to say was this,”[/b] he paused once more, this time not to inhale, rather to turn away from them and release a chesty cough. Upon his liberation from the hack he turned back, once more sucking on his cancer stick. [b]“If a lock down is ordered, then yous just bloody does it,”[/b] he spoke utterly the reverse to Mr. Seil, whom was polite and gallant; akin to a true gentleman. Mogue replaced that with tactless, uncouthly and boorish mannerism; he disregarded etiquette – not that he really cared. [b]“Now all, twits, twots, twats, babes and huneys, get up and let’s get this god dam carnival open by five o’clock,”[/b] with stick hanging from his mouth Mogue clapped his hands at them in order to usher them along. [/i][/center] [center][URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [i][center]Departed Mr. Seil did the theatre, leaving behind Mogue to conclude the assembly, so as to find Rosalina in which Mogue said she required his attention. He discovered her not far at all upon withdrawing from inside to outside. [b]“Rosalina,”[/b] his voice was gentle as he approached her, a hint of concern slightly evident. Upon hearing her name in the correct voice she turned to face him and open she did the bottle of supressed fret and distress. She was an angel; she couldn’t help but feel melancholy upon hearing the current happenings. His stress had blinded him to her angelic frailty; it was unethical for her to find out this way. For she was an angel and she was brittle to such things – he loathed himself for neglecting it. She gazed up at him, the fragile thing that she was, with big, teary eyes and pointed towards the skies, in particular the opening of light, which was currently fading from lack of sunlight. He followed her aim, his featured frowning and he sighed, [b]“Fallen angels then?”[/b] he inquired, though he knew the riposte. She nodded in response – if there was one particular darkness she feared above all others, it was her fallen brothers and sisters; contradictory considering she was dear friends with Arina, though that had taken many years. He clutched the doll by the waist, [b]“I’m not going to let anything happen to you Rose,”[/b] he soothed. It was then that emerge some of his wishers did, from the same exit – dismissal from Mogue. Both angel and demon ignored the cats and bodies, wiping away a tear before it fell, Reficul said, [b]“come on darling, let’s get you inside.” [/b][/i][/center] [center][URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Whiteswirl_zps7477ed56.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [i][center][b]Roll up, roll up, cherries and all! Welcome, welcome to De’ Seil Carnival! Where you’ll see tricks, magnificent tricks none have seen before You will partake in games and promise we do, that they are not rigged. You’ll kiss a princess – and a true princess she is You’ll be told the future and indeed it is precise You may even have you inner most desired wish granted by our Wish Master And if you’re very lucky, you may even see a true, living, breathing, dancing angel from the heavens. So come, come, come in and play with us For all are welcome at De’ Seil Carnival.[/b] Dark, oh how that night was dark for no moon or stars shone – it was as if they had never occurred. The darkness was eerie, it was daunting and yet something grand, something ostentations lifted and erased the disheartening feeling and resurrected cheerfulness, glee and joy. An outstanding carnival acted as the sun within the darkness and its excitement seeped out and reached all. Even those whom ran and controlled the splendour circus, appeared exultant. It was the first day the carnival was open in this mortal town and, even though little advertisement was produced, there were a scoring number of people to entertain and bedazzle. Through performances of young gymnasts to Jesters whom do tricks and gestures that make even the most stubborn burst into laughter De Seil’ Carnival was the place to be should that night - should one be so lucky enough to have it cross the path of their town or city. Cyclists and their feats amazed many and all, especially over the Wall of Death, with a huge fire burning underneath them. Magicians vanished whom they desire and forced candy to fall from the sky. The lovely exotic dancers astounded and arouse their male heavy audience. Individuals had their fortune read by the precise fortune tellers; they were revealed next week’s lottery numbers, their knight in shining armour to come. Pies where thrown at clowns, people ate stacks of pancakes, the merry-go-round never ceased spinning. The whole shebang was alive and founded at De’ Seil Carnival. The feats, acts, shows and games kept all spell-bound and everyone clapped and clapped and clapped to encourage their entertainers. So began the night of the carnival despite the shadow that was cast over it.[/i][/center]