[center][i]Mr. Seil was more than accustomed to eyes relentlessly washing over his angel doll, Rosalina. He felt their awed gazes afore she even became attentive of it – unobservant and rather incurious she was to such things. In all the years that Reficul had possession of Rosalina it never once bothered him – for he too once stood in awe as they all do. However the difference between him and all others is that he did something about it. He did what he had to do in order to obtain her even if he had to cheat and resort to immoral means – not that the thought ever fazed him.

If there was any that could manipulate Mr. Seil it was Rosalina, for even he found it difficult to deny her anything her heart desired – luckily she didn’t desire much. That is why many folks of the carnival went out of their way to befriend the doll, the best advocate any could have within this abode. Nevertheless one must be constantly attentive to their wording in front of her, for her loyalty lays only with Mr. Seil and she reported any and all back to him directly. Falling in love with her was ever so easy for all beings and if Mr. Seil himself couldn’t resist, no mere man had even a fracture of a chance. How easy it was for her to cloud the minds of all others. She would be his undoing. 

 Mr. Seil pushed her aside his mind’s eye as he offered Eikki a drink. As Eikki spoke Reficul had made his way around to his side of his desk and took a seat in the grand leather chair. He heard all that the merfolk had voiced and was internally surprised at the offer he laid before him, though it didn’t reach him physically. To him Eikki offered far more inquisitiveness than most of the others whom he had contracted. His amnesia was of entertainment to Mr. Seil – though he was far too polite and respectful to voice such a thing. His entertainment stemmed from the fact the answers to his amnesia was out there, it wasn’t as mysterious as he presumed, though yes, difficult to find and concealed well. Coming to the Wish Master was certainly an easier way for Eikki to regain his memory. 

[b]“You mind, boss?”[/b] the merfolk had inquired before lighting in his presence. In response Mr. Seil smirked and reached forward in order to open a polished, dark wooden box. Its contents were simple; cigars. Picking up one of the finely rolled thick cigars Mr. Seil replied, 

[b]“By all means Eikki, go ahead,”[/b] placing the cigar in his mouth he pulled out a small mortal match and flicked it alight, [b]“I, personally much prefer cigars,”[/b] he went on as he lit the cigar. 

There was a delay in time in which Reficul merely sat comfortably in his grand leather chair and appreciated his cigar and drink – he was aware not that his recreation would soon come to an early end. He didn’t keep Eikki waiting long before he voiced, 

[b]“It’s amazing how most here have such a misconstrued idea about me,”[/b] he was in reference to Eikki believing he would be punished. [b]“I wouldn’t punish you for missing a meeting, I’m not paltry.”[/b] He took a sip of his drink as he went on, [b]“I do express gratitude for your offer and trust me I wouldn’t be shy to ask you for your assistance if or when it comes in need. I feel I will need your … enticing abilities in the near future. For someone has court my eye this evening and I may need them lured in a discreet manner.”[/b]

Reficul with cigar in hand cracked his neck from left and then right in a bid to release some tension, [b]“I’d make use of a siren, but let’s be candid, they’re too untrustworthy and simply put I honestly don’t like the siren race. A siren like Vol is useful only to a degree, he’ll turn his back on anything other than himself and if he deems it too dangerous he won’t bother. A traditional one like Imalia is far too temperamental and well I don’t have to even bother explaining Andracos. I’d get Starla to do it, but I’m traditional in a sense that men should be the ones to fix such things, for we don’t add emotion yes? Thus Eikki, that leaves me with you. So do keep that in your mind because I will be taking you up on that offer sooner than you think.”[/b]

Mr. Seil once more raised the strong alcohol to his lips, finishing his drink. He went to speak once more however was cut short by a loud echoing banging that reached both men’s ears. 

[b]“Wake up!”[/b] Mr. Seil knew the little voice instantly, [b]“you know I can’t go to sleep without a bed time story.”[/b]

A diverse range of sounds then followed the banging. The most prominent one to reach both Reficul and Eikki’s ears was a small, high-pitched yelp which was then followed by a whine of sheer disapproval. Rosalina doll had been startled awake; fragile as she was it was easy to give her a fright. Upon her realization of the lack of danger she had let out a whine of annoyance for being disturbed from her cosy slumber. The reaction from her slumbering guardian, Dimuegos was almost parallel, for he too had been suddenly awoken and had let out a small bark which was then trailed by upset growls. 

Red continued to bang on the grand door of her superior – she didn’t let up. Mr. Seil was startled not by the sudden outburst of noises that ricochet throughout his office but rather sighed silently and instead of saying what was on his tongue he simply took a slow, final inhale of his cigar before stubbing it. 

[b]“My apologies Eikki,”[/b] Reficul voiced as he rose to his feet, [b]“please allow me to shoo off this discourteous faerie and put Rosalina to bed before we continue.”[/b]

Before Reficul reached the door, it had opened from the other side. There she emerged, the angel that could make any and all fall to her knees, Rosalina. Her white aura was dim due to her weariness. Her creamy blonde hair still perfect despite her slumbering and her white corseted dress unruffled. Akin to a true doll, it was rare to see her not looking perfect or impeccable. With balled fists she rubbed her tired eyes, akin to a little one, with her faultless, kissable lips pouted in displeasure. She blinked a few times adjusting to the light of the office before her high-pitch voiced rose, 

[b]“What is currently proceeding?”[/b] she questioned the banging that had awoken her with a slight frown. Reficul whom was already on his feet had made his way over to her, 

[b]“Darling it’s just an underling requesting my attention.”[/b]

She gazed up at him sleepily before burying her head in his chest, adjusting her balance primarily onto him and then turned her neck so as to observe who else was in the room. She smiled warming at the sight of Eikki but didn’t let go of her grip of her Wish Master. Mr. Seil followed her gaze and realized that Eikki’s still had a lit cigarette. He loathed such things to be inhaled by Rosalina and he debarred any to smoke in her presence, even himself – thus he motioned for the merfolk to defuse it. 

[b]“Rose you remember Eikki?”[/b] Mr. Seil inquired to his angel doll. 

She beamed at the sight of the merfolk, [b]“yes of course!”[/b] she cooed sweetly. 

There was another banging on the main entrance door and Mr. Seil gazed upwards in annoyance, [b]“stay with him for a moment, mesmerize him, he hasn’t seen you for some time”[/b] Mr. Seil ordered her, [b]“I’ll be right back.”[/b] The Wish Master gently balanced Rosalina from his chest back onto her own two feet and turned to leave his office. He did not ask if Eikki would mind diverting the angel for a few moments, frankly the merfolk really didn’t have a choice and besides he automatically knew what the answer would be if he had enquired. 

At the department of her precious Wish Master, Rosalina rubbed her eyes once more with balled fists – watching her do so was adorable. Gracefully she waltzed over to Reficul’s side of the desk and curiously picked up the glass which held the liquor. 

[b]“Infrequent be it to see you, Eikki, out and about”[/b] Rosalina spoke sweetly, her smile reaching her eyes. She took a seat on the actual desk, knees together and feet crossed at the ankles. With the glass in hand she cutely sniffed at the strong liquor. Instantly she scrunched her face in adorable disgust and rather quickly put the glass back in the original position in which she found it. She gazed at him kindly as she went on, [b]“mind not if I speak do you? For Reficul never voiced that I wasn’t permitted to speak.”[/b] Her chauvinistic behaviour apparent as she awaited an answer. [/center][/i]

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[center][i]As Mr. Seil left the office, leaving the door ajar and wide he frowned at the persistent banging that stemmed from little Red’s fist. He quickly made his way towards the grand oak door, passing the restless giant werewolf whom was trying to get comfortable once more. As Dim became aware of his master he instantly sat up as if awaiting an order.

[b]“Relax Dimuegos,”[/b] Reficul lulled for he was not in need of him. Promptly the giant dog went back to finding his perfect comfort position. Once reached the door Mr. Seil picked up his cane, having left it beside the main door and then hastily yanked it open revealing the little fire faerie present with two mortals standing behind her. He knew instantly the reasoning why the three were there. 

Frowning down at Red he closed the door behind him and went straight to the two mortals, mother and child. He paid no attention to Red. 

[b]“Hello,”[/b] the woman spoke politely, [b]“you must be Mr. Seil, Red told us all about you,”[/b] she smiled as if knowing his secret. 

Mr. Seil gave only a small smile in response, [b]“Yes indeed I am. You must be Helen,”[/b] he spoke knowingly even though she had never introduced her name, [b]“and this is Danny – am I correct?”[/b] He smirked knowing he was right – conceited. Though before the mortal Helen had a chance to reply Mr. Seil went on,[b] “Helen, you’re going to take little Danny home and you’re going to forget everything that Red has told you about signing you into this carnival and having a wish granted.” [/b]

Instantaneously she had repeated the words spoken to her akin to a robot – or rather hypnotised. He had wasted no time at all in tampering with their minds and was eager to have them on their way home – off the carnival grounds. Why little Red continuously preferred signing people into contracts rather than just branding them he never understood. Soul Exchange was chiefly for the magical, when they went to the realm of Azure and travelled there. For some magic folk knew about soul branding and chose to protect themselves in some magical way. Alas they were not untouchable souls and that is where soul exchange came in. But here Red was eager to sign them in when it would have merely been easier to brand them. Thus he sent them on their merry way with no memory of ever discussing such things with Red. He was in no mood to sign another into his carnival tonight and specifically was in no mood to grant wishes. Having waved his hand at the mortals they, hypnotised, went on their merry way home. Mr. Seil turned and glared down at Red unimpressed. He should have known that she’d ignore his requests – such a child she existed as. He was certainly in nil of a mood to lecture and thus merely said to her 

[b]“It would do me great pleasure if you went to the [u]‘safety’[/u] of your bed,”[/b] Mr. Seil spoke sternly and highlighted on the word safety, hoping she would pick up on the subliminal message. She didn’t and instead had an assortment of words to say to him. As she rambled on informing him that he was not her father he merely stayed emotionless, leaning with one hand on his ruby cane. His other hand reached into the pocket of his impeccable jacket and pulled out an elegant gold pocket watch. As the little fire-head’s tantrum went on he with jaded features checked the time. Once more paying no attention what-so-ever to the resentment driven his way. It had been some time since he sent out the letters with instructions to several members of the carnival and those whom he had instructed to preform security measures where certainly bound to be reporting back soon. 

Of course he was correct. He sensed the approach of a beastly animal; a werewolf. With the final instructions to the little fire faerie of ‘go to bed’ he strolled away from her, turning all his attention on the upcoming werewolf. [/center][/i]

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[center][i]He laid there, exhausted; weary; tired. Pachid placed motionless on the stage in which Andracos had performed. He had been dunked twice that night due to the righteous angel CeCi and he was not amused. The initial shock of the water had stirred a headache to form. 

With ankles overlapped, one hand on his chest and his forearm covering his eyes, he bid to remove this headache by ignoring all of his surroundings. The little gnomes that had sprung out scurried around him cleaning and restoring. The noise they made rendered it difficult to block out. And then there was Andracos. 

[b]“When the world is care! And every headline screams despair…”[/b]

Pachid let out a groan. Andracos’ theatrics never ceased, as mentioned earlier, around and around he went. Currently he was singing, quite grandly, a song he had heard from a fellow psychopath he had once met. He sung to a large group of the little gnomes, entertaining them. They circled around the vile boy jumping up and down, giggling at him, dancing and clapping. Pachid wished Andracos came with an off button. ‘Maybe that’s what I should have wished for’ Pachid smirked at the thought. He was eager to get to bed – if only he could be bothered getting up. 

[b]“Andracos… why don’t you save your voice?”[/b] Pachid inquired in a bid to cease the demons theatrics. He received no acknowledgement as the dramatic one simply sung and danced on, ignoring the question of his friend. 
‘Why am I here?’ Pachid mused to himself internally. 

Pachid suffered from a blood trait that was infectious to his race that was vampires. His laziness and constant need for slumber came down to two things. Yes, he was a lazy bastard that could never be bothered doing anything. However the primary reasoning behind his weariness came down to the fact that somewhere in his family history whomever had originally bitten the human that began Pachid’s vampiric family tree had done so on a cursed mortal. For the human that was bitten was stung with a poison, presumably by a demon that rendered the mortal human sick with an unknown disease. Many vampires currently hunt in hospitals for it be easy to find victim and effortless to feed. Thus it was not uncommon that a vampire snuck into a hospital and sniffed out the weakened mortal that was Pachid’ ancestor. Fed the vampire did – unknown that vampire is even presently. Nevertheless that this unnecessary knowledge – what is necessary is the fact that the mortal whom was stung by a poisonous demon was bitten by a vampire. One would presume that the shift from mortal human to vampire would heal the poison flow that streamed through but alas it did not. For the demons poison was to strong and vampires too weak to overthrow. As a result a vampire this mortal ancestor of Pachid’s did become but alas still a sick one. The vampire shift did heal the demons poison to an extent, thus no longer bed ridden and dying, but never fully healed. The demonic poison became a part of the mortal ancestor and caused an illness that was woven into his very existence. The slothful behaviour apparent in Pachid stems from this demonic poison – many of the carnival folks do not have any idea just how much Pachid suffers from this family illness. For many apart from Andracos and Arina see his suffering separate from the slothful behaviour. 

The reason why Pachid’s wish was not to remove the inherited fatigue was simple; he would no longer have an excuse to be lazy. Mr. Seil or anybody for that matter, aside of course from Andracos ever asked much from Pachid and he liked it that way. Though as of late there was a dissimilar sensation in the back of his throat. It lingered and no matter what he drank it did not quench it; he was thirsty for blood. Pachid despised hunting, partly because of the effort required and partly because……… fully because it required too much effort. The reason why his wish was to remove his thirst.

He figured that his headache was actually due to his thirst and thus the reason why he’d go out and find a drink. He sat up, lowering his arm – blinking to adjust to the bright lighting of the stage. Scrunching his face in annoyance he turned his neck to look at his comrade. Whom was finishing his song and taking a bow. 

[b]“Thank you, gnomes of tinyness – Present Uncle Andracos will be for the next 100 years.”[/b]

A displeasing smell swam through Pachid’s nostrils and he turned his neck and attention opposite Andracos and found its source – a werewolf. Crow to be exact. She appeared eager quite stiff to him for something must have caught her attention on her security check. She had something in one paw and in her mouth though he didn’t pay enough attention to observe exactly what. 

[b]“Give the impression thou blood sucker doest,”[/b] Andracos was kneeling next to him, [b]“as thirsty,”[/b] he spoke directly into his ear. Pachid frowned, not at the closeness of his comrade but rather the reasoning why he should mention it. Pachid knew his game, 

[b]“You’re still grounded,”[/b] he replied jaded. 

Andracos gasped, [b]“only concerned be I, your droog – plan not to hunt with thou,”[/b] he turned his head away from Pachid, a small scowl present. 

[b]“If alone be thou request, then alone thou shall be,”[/b] Andracos finished with a small pout. 

[b]“Good,”[/b] Pachid simply replied as he rose to his feet,[b] “so you can go tell Mr. Seil that I have to go off grounds to feed.”[/b]

Andracos’ eyebrows fell for he did not like being told what to do. He went to speak but was cut off by his comrade, 

[b]“Please?”[/b] Pachid asked genuinely. 

The features on the sirens face lifted and he jumped upright,[b] “of course closest one! Andracos can do such a thing!”[/b][/center][/i]

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[center][i]Rosalina glowed almost blindly as she spoke to Eikki for she always enjoyed the company of others and yes it sometimes got her into trouble. She awaited the return of her Wish Master, almost impatiently for her eyes kept glancing to the clock on the wall. He was a very lucky man, to have a woman, an angel such as her so loyal and always pleased and happy to see him. She beamed at Eikki as he spoke to her. To her this merfolk was exceedingly charming – he retained a different sort of allure. A part from the luring nature of the sirens and very different from the magnetic charms of Mr. Seil. He rendered her airy – he made her feel beautiful. 

It had been only a short amount of time and a charming conversation since Mr. Seil left and Rosalina was growing restless. Thus when there was another loud knock on the door she eagerly jumped off the desk,

[b]“Ought to be Reficul!”[/b] she beamed at Eikki. 

 Quickly she waltzed out the office, leaving Eikki behind and made her way through the seating room over to the main door not once losing her grace and elegance. She was unaware of the notion that Reficul would not knock on the door of his own abode. She felt that Eikki was not far behind her. And with a final smile delivered his way she gently seized the brass door handle and attempted opening the door. She did so with difficulty and it was to no avail. She turned to Eikki slightly flushed, 

[b]“Oh how silly of me, Reficul charms the door so that I cannot open it,”[/b] she explained without dismay as if it was acceptable, [b]“however you, Eikki should be able to open it,” [/b]she looked at him eagerly,[b] “it’s not Reficul though,”[/b] she finished almost disheartened. 

The door was soon opened and both Rosalina and Eikki stood in the doorway observing the sight before them. Rosalina released a small gasp followed by the tilt of her head. She understood what was in front of her however she understood not the reasoning why it stood in front of her. [/i]

Oh winged sister of the Azure how dost not perceive how immoral thou actions be? Here you stand before me, one of the many princesses of the Azure angels, as an Arch One. Oh how wrong it be. Ought to question thy’s recently blossomed friendship with thou – I ought to, yes. For this… you… shall not befall me. I shall not let it stain me. Contamination be infectious. 

[i]There Celleci stood, righteous in all demeanour, dressed and equipped with that of the Arch Ones. Her golden winged which, traditionally where only sewn onto that of the male angels, overwhelmed Rosalina. The bright, shining golden sword her once fellow sister currently clasped daunted her for she had only seen the male angels wield such a weapon. Her clothing was not of her and Rosalina was ashamed to call this one her sister for her traditional mannerism rendered her biased to such things. 

Rosalina took a small step back, astounded at the sight before her. No words were spoken for what appeared to be a long moment. It was the sound, the voice of the theatrical one that broke Rosalina’s shockwave and panic. 

[b]“Rosalina, darling!”[/b] Andracos had rounded the corner in order to seek out Mr. Seil too. His awe lasted none for it didn’t exist, he was rather sickened by the sight. [b]“Away, away from her darling! Come here right away!”[/b] He despised this said angel that was CeCi and more so adorned her being the presence of a true female angel; Rosalina. Perceiving the worry and distress on the angel dolls features he called her over knowing that she would be grateful for the protection, even if there was no true threat at the time. He perceived Eikki alongside his dearest and wanted not for him to be her saviour thus took the first step. 

Upon hearing Andracos’ voice reach her hearing she snapped her eyes directly to him and without hesitation did as she was told and made, with haste, her way to Andracos. He held his hand out to her as she made her way to him and she grasped it willingly. Unsure of what exactly was unfolding before her, Rosalina’s first instinct was safety and to her that was, in the current situation, Andracos. She stood behind him burying her head in his shoulder – it was so easy to distraught her and her frailty was to blame. She knew not why there at the door of her abode stood an Arch One, brandishing the golden sword, as if ready for battle. Even more Eikki had opened the door, revealing the imposing threat and unknown one thus Andracos currently existed as her saviour. Mr. Seil, should be pleased with him. 

[b]“Shame! Shame! Shame!”[/b] Andracos cooed harshly to the two before him, [b]“what be thou game polluted one? Surely know better than to startled the frailty of a true angel. There be no threat at that door or within that abode thus away, your sword should be. For the eyes of this one behind me should see no such thing.”[/b] His eyed rolled over the CeCi with disgust and then soon found their way to Eikki, [b]“and you? Fish whom walked the earth – ought you know better than to open to such a sight in front of dearest angel doll? What be wrong with thou? Have no respect for her and what she perceives? Specifically in the present time?”[/b][/center][/i]