[h1] The Revolving Lantern[/h1]

[h3]Diana and Celestine[/h3]
[@supertinyking]

In the end, the flamboyant display drowned any further dissent and discord. The ravens Diana had deployed picked up some leaflets, before depositing them before Diana with a caw sound. "Well, I think some information gathering about this event is due." She half-mentioned. Clara was still missing though, and there was the eerie feeling that they were watched through a thin crack of weakened reality. Maybe that was Yuuto. In any case, Diana was never to say no to some networking, even if this kind of farce had gone out of fad centuries ago. 

But several points still stood. Where was Clara? Upon noticing the phone once again, the hitchhiker in her mind chimed that she had felt the mark of a fellow Death god, her superior. So Clara's God had summoned her? Well, I guess that did complicate things quite a bit. The other part was dealing with what was obviously an attempt of unknown factions to settle the power in Rhea.

She eyed Lightbringer. He was about to provide suitable compensation. She was about to milk him dry. So he drove her towards home once again to discuss business. Not before leaving a few kind words towards Luigi Vile about talking issues later. That little devil knew how to make the poison of his words numbingly sweet. 

It was then when they were in the midst of re-negotiations when Celestine excused himself. That was odd. He had no reason to delay negotiations, nor it struck it as one of his mind games.

Diana's eyes widened in barely restrained alarm when she saw Lightbringer collapse, his hands clutching his head in strain, buzzing noises inside his head making him unresponsive. 

"No. That's not. Help me. Pain. Pleasure. Yes indeed. Why did the chicken cross the road?" He said in barely coherent whispers, before crumpling to the ground, mere steps ahead of Diana. "Why...why...WHYWHYHWHY WHY WHY!" 

"Celestine. Are you alright?" Diana said, completely breaking her cool demeanour as she saw the usually restrained Lightbringer smashing his head against the ground so hard he drew blood. [i][b]Back off, Diana![/b][/i] said the Moira, as Diana narrowly avoided a hand that could have very easily rip her throat.

"Ngh." Lightbringer stood, twitching. One of his eyes was entirely bloodshot, his movements and coordination were all over the place. 

[i][b]He's being controlled.[/b][/i] The goddess added, as Diana wisely decided to begin to put some distance. [i]But how! This is Lightbringer we're talking about. His power doesn't allow him to be...no, that should not be right.[/i]

[i][b]Some of our bosses and colleagues are sticklers for rules. My boss is a notorious example...and the other is who gave this sod his abilities. I'm hearing someone is tampering with Fate as of recently. And "He" is not happy. Lightbringer can be controlled because of his power. And he is going to punish rule-breakers... Like us.[/b][/i]. The goddess said, as Diana wisely began to fly rather than run the scene, leaving the unstable shell of a man behind.

Celestine's ears were thrumming. He could not think, only obey the pain. He could not sense, only feel the bliss.

[b]THUS IT HATH BEEN SAID. 

THUS IT SHALL BE DONE.

FATE IS COMPROMISED

REND THE FATEBREAKERS.[/b]

And he began to cackle madly. There was so much planning to do.

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[h3][color=f6989d]Meredith[/color][/h3]
[@Scarifar]
In the end, they managed to reach class without much fuss. But without avail... as the class was soon interrupted by the rain of fliers courtesy of a fellow first year. Meredith looked at Michelle, her eyebrow raised. [color=f6989d]"I guess I could borrow a night dress and a mask for this. There's no way I am not going to help. Alto will be proud."[/color] She said to herself. But she deeply thought if there were any kind of dresses that could suit her demonic attributes easily.

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[h3]Melanie[/h3]
[@Gentlemanvaultboy][@Crowvette][@rawkhawk64]
The tall, expressionless girl of the Vigilantes looked at the rain of leaflets, before assuming that an umbrella would protect her from the sheets as it did with raindrops. She quickly retrieved one from her inner space, before grabbing one of her leaflets, and with a puzzled expression, addressed the other vigilantes who had gathered at the meeting point.

"Brutus, Andras, Ria, Not-Bird Nas,  Does a masquerade supply enough fluids and vitamins as much as a lemonade?"

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[h3]Dmitry[/h3]
[@Crowvette]
Dmitry navigated the school rather easily, now the uniform confusion easily fixed. He wondered if it'd take too long to find whoever was to swear allegiance to, but he was not disappointed. Such display of power was only befitting a royal blood, no matter how much a certain Duchess third year noble seemed to scoff at the "excessive disparaged display of wealth." That other girl might be Liselotte's inferior, Mitya surmised.

It was then when he presented himself in Lady Liselotte's chambers, and made his way in. He already seemed to blend as a servant easily, and Mitya found it automathic to reach for items to bring to Liselotte, alongside the introduction letter of his dear father. He knelt before her, letter in tow.

"Milady." He said, not even bothering to leave sight of the ground even once. It was then when a buzz hit his senses and ears like a hundred thousand of grindwheels. But he did not falter even once. Whatever the message was about it could wait.

Rend the fatebreakers? Blessings were surely cryptic...