[center][h2] - Darquesse, Darkblood Camp - [/h2][/center]
[center][@Tyki][/center]

Examining the pitiful little girl in front of her, Darquesse considered an intimate and personal testing of it's apparent strength. Clearly it's abilities were significant, but it possessed no control, no skill with it's newfound powers. That lended credence to her story, quite probably she had only become eligible for whatever phenomena was sucking people into this place the moment she gained these powers. And in that very moment, she was whisked away to Wonderland. Fighting her would be no challenge. Perhaps once she had figured out how to throw a punch proper she'd rethink the offer, but for now she had far more important tasks to complete. She had no time to mess with random kids, unless.... hmmm. Well, she did need a 'volunteer'. Originally she had thought to use more Cleavers, but they lacked the willpower to serve her purpose. And it's not like anyone was expecting this girl to exit this house alive. There would be no issue if she just disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. Not that it night, but whatever.

"What a stunning oversight indeed. It appears you've just been scrounging by, not a clue where you are or why. Allow me to remedy that for you, shall I not? You're currently in my little sandbox, and someone's been messing with my toys." Darquesse smiled, and gestured broadly outward. After a moment it became clear that this gesture was meant to encompass Darkblood Camp, if not the whole world. "I'm not entirely sure who it is, or why, either. You're here because I would like your help solving that little mystery, no? And don't bother considering the offer, I'm not exactly asking." Darquesse gave Kyoko her sweetest smile as she stood up, and a gesture launched Kyoko onto her feet, willing or no. "But first let's see if you qualify, shall we not? I'm going to need to get you into proper shape if we're going to be doing anything. After all, while throwing lemmings into a meat grinder is certainly amusing, it's not exactly productive. Unless you're trying to grind lemmings, I suppose." Laughing, Darquesse whisked Kyoko of her feet, and before she knew it she was in a completely different area, with no knowledge of how she'd gotten here.

The new area was large, underground, and dark. The air was filled with the rotten scent of corpses mixed with a strange chemical smell, like ammonia. The ground under her feet was hard-packed earth, and illumination was provided by a few fireballs floating around the place. The ease with which Darquesse moved around in the shadows showed that these fireballs were there for her benefit, rather than anything else. "One of my favourite arts is the art of Necromancy, as I'm sure you've heard. So I could just cut you open, stitch you back together and call you a cleaver. But the task I want you for requires a bit more... autonomy. Good news for you, I suppose." A passing fireball illuminated a set of long white tables, likely looted from a hospital, upon which lay several stitched-up bodies. Single corpses, with wires and vials plugged into them and several runes carved into their flesh. Some of them were moving, and a rack of grey overcoats made clear that this was where the Cleavers were made. As for where the 'materials' were gathered.... who knew. "So, tell me about yourself. What's your favourite food, what was your job, star wars or star trek? Oh, and, can you actually fight? Like, even a little bit? Cuz if you can't you'd better pick it up fast, girl. It's a dangerous world out there." Darquesse winked at Kyoko, even as her hands quickly opened up a nearby corpse to remove several organs, and then stitched it back up.