AtomicNut

Hyrule's Civil War (Zelda RP)

This has an Ocarina of Time vibe. Room for one more?

Royal Rumble!

Meredith

@Letter Bee @Crowvette @Scarifar @KillamriX88 @Bartimaeus
@Gentlemanvaultboy

The crackling, ominous energies of the demonic rune spell coming to life belittled its effect. Little by little at first, but then increasingly fast, Wolf's shattered and bruised body snapped and fused back into place, as the dark conjuration bathed him in a ominous -yet healing light. Meredith's usually easygoing expression was now showing a stern gaze, her visage being concentration incarnate as she kept maintaining the energies required to heal Wolf. Wolf. Herself. The spell. That's what her world had been reduced to, as everything around herself became background noise. Even when the ghost of his best friend's girlfriend perked up with an accusatory finger and demanded explanation, Meredith's stare did not waver in the slightly.

It was the touch, some cloth draped over her that provoked a response. Her face darted to find the interruption, as she gave a withering glare to the person who dared disturb her in the middle of something. Had it been earlier, she would have had the restrain to keep her thoughts to herself. One of her hands, still covered in claws, drew its own accusatory finger to Vera, as the eerie light of the night gave Meredith's eyes... a certain sinister glare. She spoke. But it wasn't her usual energetic and somewhat squeaky self. Her voice was more solemn, grave, and mature, carrying a certain aplomb that reminded which parent she had gotten her eldritch powers from.

"Don't. Ever. Interrupt. My healing spells. Unless you want your boyfriend to explode in a rain of magical energy and flesh." She said. Fortunately, she had finished for the most part when she had felt the distracting presence, but something had stirred deep in her mind.

And then she blinked twice. "Bweh?". Her face immediately flushed red, as all the stimuli and information she had blocked to concentrate came rushing to her. She promptly tried to shield herself with her arms, trying to cover what her skimpy clothes could not, as she eyed the tiny jacket, that sadly had been a futile effort. Her wings were in her way, so it was just looking like an oversized scarf. "L..loo...looo...lookIcan'thelpitOkay?". She stammered flustered."These clothes have runes that bolster my...mag...bwwe!!? She added, as she paid attention to some kind of detail in her minimal clothing. "...Nowaynoway.Theybolster...that...". She fumbled, unable to form a proper sentence. It was the sirens and the people leaving that brought her back to some kind of functional sort, as she smiled tiredly at Wolf's words. "You're welcome Wolfie. But you owe me a good dinner for this one." She smiled with that stupidly placid grin of hers. Meredith was back, despite the embarrassment.

It was then when he noticed some of the other people. That Ascott woman. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow before looking back to Wolf, and shrugging. Too tired to even try to make sense of that woman's antics. The name Galbrek seemed to bring forth a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth. Typical of that other half demon.

Meanwhile, Anna after having one real painful case of running face first into Vera's palm and nursing her nose for a good while, neatly regained the cool for a 10-year old, and hovered towards the wounded woman, as she smirked like a predator does before defenceless prey. "You are most kind. But I already have in sight what I want." The half-demon brat lunged without care for personal space, pushed her tongue out of her mouth, and gave Vera's wounds a long and way too dedicated lick. "Mother does not let me have human blood as treat. And you're shedding lots." The little brat squeaked with delight. "Sooo good." . She bit one of her fingers, and painted a rune in Vera's forehead with her own blood, a smaller version of what Meredith had used.

And just like before, energies crackled, mending the flesh and skin. "It is done. The agreement has been fulfilled, mortal." She finished, a little too theatrical.

Made in Abyss [Closed]

@liferusher

Sieg drew his finger yet again and examined the bloodstains. They were, of course, as expected, fresh. His gaze straining, trying to pierce into the mists beneath to no avail. This was getting really dangerous for his lacking, and he was beginning to consider that his fast acting could have been a folly. His eyes wandered to the path he had taken down. Was that someone following? He felt relieved for a second, then frowned at the second person's tardiness. He had hoped he had some real top notch equipment to justify the late arrival.

But there was no time for this. Sieg, once more, braced himself and stared down into the Abyss. If he was going to chase that demonic human that a White Whistle was, he would have to be much tougher and daring than any youth had right to be. So with that in mind... he grabbed the device once more, and this time, alternated between activation and inactivation, thus making a faster, yet still controlled descent. A little girl's life hanged on the balance, he could not afford any second more than necessary. Considerations of the ascent would come later.

Royal Rumble!

Meredith

@Ebil Bunny

Meredith shuffled in her sleep as she leant against the wall of her room. Eventually, she had ceded the bed to her guest, despite the awkwardness of the situation, so Cyan was probably snug amidst the frilly bed covers, pillows and occasional plush toy (that she had never gotten rid of). The room was fairly typical, despite how atypical Meredith was sometimes. She even had a locked pink diary. With an actual demonic circle rune, curiously enough.

How long had been the last time she had slept without a bed? It brough her memories, of how simple and animalistic her early life had been. And how her mother had been quite different. She still remembered a little trick, which she executed once she began to remove her clothes, much to Cyan's fluster and awkwardness. She lifted the back of her cat pyjamas, and allowed her demonic wings to spread over, wrapping around her reclining form much like a dark coat. Wings were of course, a way to keep herself warm and cozy without blankets, after all. Still, despite the precarious situation she was having a rather happy sleep, mumbling and salivating.

"I'm gonna hunt you, mr Hamsalot...heheheh"

And then, out of nowhere she was pulled back into reality, a rather peculiar ringtone coming from her cellphone. Groaning, she stretched her wings, causing a couple of posters of children cartoon's movies to fall off rather abruptly, as she operated the device, half asleep.

"Mmyes, Wolfie. Yeah, huhhu, Internal bleeding. Okay bye." She added, still stunned by the sudden awakening. It took her a good ten seconds for her mind to click and rise in an explosion of urgency and panic. "INTERNAL BLEEDING?! Oh Satan take me...!" She said in a comically high pitched voiced as she started to rampage through her room, chucking her pyjamas and forgetting that Cyan even existed. She began to yank things out of the wardrobe, searching for the one thing that could possibly help.

An enchanted demonic cloth. Well, her mother claimed that it enhanced demonic power... as well as being quite stylish. Well, if by stylish she meant several strings and the barest pieces of cloth holding something that was considered the gaudy cross of a bikini and a miniskirt, complete with being black and made of leather. Meredith gulped. Public decency be damned, Wolf needed her help!

It was then when things could not get worse, as the room was suddenly illuminated by someone who turned the switch on. Meredith shot an alarmed glare at the demonic figure by the door. She actually had to lower her gaze to actually stare at the demonic being's face. Or actually half-demon. Anna. Her own 10-year old sister. And on her shadow, another like her, but male. Zack.

"WILL YOU PIPE DOWN, MAMMOTH? We were trying to...oh I see, you're trying to have a proper meal like mother. Well too bad, you should share with your siblings! Imma tell mom!" She said in a voice that was impossibly arrogant for someone who had not even hit puberty.

"I don't care! Wolf is hurt.!" She said, as she slid into the impossibly revealing, but still fitting clothes. They well, were a bit riding up her backside, though.

"Wolf is...what?"The younger sibling added. "You dumbo, you should've told me. I haven't stolen him from you or that mortal wench yet! This would ruin my plans!" She pouted. "But fine! I will go with you! Zack, you keep order here!" She added as she began to flap her wings energetically. Meredith looked at her younger sister for a moment, before deciding that any help was welcome. She then opened her window, and both siblings flew away really fast.

Leaving the youngest of the demon brood literally looking at Cyan, with surprised eyes. "Hi, my name is Zack. Do you like swords?" He said, before comically tilting to one side. "Fluffy bed." He muttered, before falling asleep once more.

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@Letter Bee @Crowvette @Scarifar @KillamriX88 @Bartimaeus
@Gentlemanvaultboy

The two demonic figures powered throught the nightime sky, one more portly and on the lead, the other more nimble and content with following the first one's trail. They could feel it. He was near. The descent was quick and equally swift, the large demonic being landing in front of Wolf, in the kind of clothing only a denizen of hell could have worn. By her side, a much smaller demonic figure, her haughty gazy scanning the panorama. An ominous scene, until the larger of the two figures spoke.

"Wolfie!" Meredith cried, as she began her preparations in haste, by manipulating a bloody cut in her hand and creating a healing rune in mid-air, demonic energies crackling as her spell took form in a rush. Meanwhile, the younger demon set her sights onto Vera Goh and some other guy. Wait. No a girl. Confusing.

"Ohohoho, Vera Goh, you are most haggard tonight!" Anna laughed in a barely credible faked laughter, as she hovered around the couple like a fly goes for the rotten fruit. "But fear not, I can give what you most desire. For a sacrifice." The cheeky half-demon added. "Sacrifices of cookies and candy preferred. Parfaits and male studs are acceptable aswell." She grinned as she began to circle an imaginary rune with her finger.

Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

@Dezuel

Celestine didn't show signs of ever stopping or pondering, as he drove the car with expertise despite the lack of a windshield. His hands were stiff on the steering wheel and he was not even giving a glimpse to the doll that was riding beside him. "I'd rather kill myself if I had to spend all my time around that individual. But I suppose you've never known any better, have you." He began to speak. "Still if I were you, what I would do... would be to wait for the perfect chance to strike back, no matter how slim and minuscule the possibility. And curse my own existence and the gods while doing so." The Fallen One rambled on.

"I bet he never informed the position he is truly in, did he?" He sighed at long last. "No, that was much to ask. He is part of a team, but he isn't the lead of the team by any means. Even if he himself thinks he is." He elaborated, as he descended his speed to a more gently ride. "He tried to drag my friend into his ploy, I was dragged in to preserve his useful assets as well."

He drove away, and stopped in a certain side street, confident he had put enough distance between him and his would be pursuers. His battered frame shifted, and leaned into the doll, staring deeply into her eyes, as he came to a distance most would find uncomfortable. He took his own mask off, revealing the face underneath, and the effeminate yet beautiful features. "Your eyes betray you. Those eyes who curse at your own existence and your own fate. Yet you trudge on, loyal and stalwart. Such dedication needs to be rewarded, and not put at the whims of a maniac that thinks that knowing a little demonic magic makes him a God. If I had such a servant by my side, things could've gone different."

He withdrew to his own seat. "Alas, I cannot give you human flesh, like some others could've boasted. But I can make you human in the most fundamental sense." He paused. "I will give you choices." He added as he began to scribble something in a slip of paper, handing it to Celine.

"One of my numbers, for you and you only." He added. "If you ever feel like your master is about to snuff out your life, and you want to cry vengeance and swift justice... you will do well in phoning that number." He finished, as he grasped his mask once more, and in a mighty blow, sent it flying across the street, hitting a crow in mid-air.

"The hammer will fall, and his life will be snuff out very much like yours." He finished as he started the car once more, driving towards where they had left Vittorio last. So much for salvaging your assets, M. I hope Clara has a good set of tea and pastries, I am going to demand a tea party after all what is said and done.

Royal Rumble!

A snippet about Celestine

The Greatest Trick

"You know, I still remember how your voice trembled with emotion when you first told me the tale, father." The figure besides the hospital bed started his tirade, his deft hands rubbing the hand of the one laying tenderly. Moonlight seeped intermitently throught the window curtains, who swung back and forth allowing a gentle breeze to come in. It made those who were in the room forget for a brief second the smell of death and infirmity.

Beep. The various monitoring devices answered instead of the man broke the silence. He seemed sleeping. Of a dream he could not wake. Of a dream he would not ever wake. No matter how much the son caressed the father. No matter how warm it still felt to the skin. It was just borrowed time.

"That you, in a casino, performed a trick many one would envy. You snatched the heart of Angeline Watkins, the glorious Angel of the Stage, and made her consider other things in life that were not...ballet." The young man leaned in, his face centimeters away from his own progenitor. Still dressed in scrubs and a coat. "And then you outperformed yourself, and the both of you...made me." He said, his voice a bit shaky at times.

"Those were fun times. I always liked the both of you. Especially mother. Oh, how much I boasted I wanted to be a ballet star like she was, and dance her graceful dances." The man known as Celestine Lightbringer leaned back, memories flooding in to his mind. "And how, each time she would tell me that I would be doing the boy's dances instead. I still remember it clearly."

"Like I always do." He added after a few seconds. "Like when, given my body, my own classmates caught me imitating mother, and all hell broke loose. The incident. Thanks to my gift...I remember it all. The fear. The hopelessness. The pain. The... hatred."

He moved once again forward. "But we pulled through, somehow. I changed my ballet shoes for the scalpel, in an attempt to decipher why me, what kind of conditions had led to me becoming like this. I wish you could open your eyes and see me now, Father. I am a fully fledged doctor." He paused. "One that could not save you, but still a doctor. It's still sad, but I think that something could have been done. Even thought everything tells me that we cannot. You see, no matter how much of a healing power or immaterial skill people has...the spark that animated this body of yours was long gone by the time they could do anything."

He paused. "Was it worth trying to embezzle with your card tricks the wrong people, just to buy mother's a gift worth of a princess? You ...sometimes could be really foolish, father." The young man added. "She knows... I've asked her to come. But she doesn't want to see what you've become. She wants to remember you whole, bumbling and happy." Celestine sighed, as he stood up.

"Such a pity. Once again, the great Lucius Lightbringer will perform his..." The young man paused, as he swallowed, hesitating. Emotions welled up on his eyes. But his pulse and will once again became firm. "his..greatest trick. Tonight, only before the eyes of his only son...Lucius will disappear. Forever..." He ended, as the machine's signal drowned everything out.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

And silence reigned for a second.

The nurses and doctors rushed back in. He eyed them. Apathetic stares mostly, only a couple of them showing genuine sympathy. "Thank you for letting me do this in person." Celestine said in a muted voice. "Now...give me...a moment." He added, tears struggling to get out as he exited the room, and sent a curt message to his other still living parent.

IT IS DONE

Rage whirled inside him, as sadness was drowned out. The world full of blessings, but also full of darkness. If that thug didn't have superpowers, his father might as well have lived. If the society had not been so elitist, his own case of bullying might have seen justice.
But such was the way of the world.

You said me once, father, that the greatest trick of the Devil was letting the world believe it doesn't exist. Well then father... I shall do the opposite. I will make people believe that the Devil himself will come to exact his toll on this rotten world. So that they might fear what they now abuse wantomly.

He dried his tears with a napkin, as a second phone number rang. He answered immediately.

"Lightbringer here, Mister M."

Tokyo Ghoul: Kosei

Coffeee

Yamato Suzume

Detailed appearance

Name
Yamato Suzume (Actually Washuu Suzume)
Suzumebachi

Gender
Female

Age
21

Height
172cm

Weight
56 kg

Hair style
Long, Waistlenght, poorly combed and noticeable greasy.

Hair Color
Raven

Eye Color
Blue. An eyepatch covers her left.

Skin Color
White Bedsheet Ghost.

Personality

Suzume is a competent, earnest individual, which a lot of time takes her orders very literally. That is, when she is not crawling around the corner seemed to be devoided of all energy. A coffeeholic, she chugs quantities that other people would have problem with like if it was fresh water. Suzume has also very little in the way of presence and proactivity, usually shuffling behind more charismatic and energetic individuals, and her talks are specially trite.

The battlefield, however, seems to wake her from her usual torpor, as she moves gracefully through it with a mix of elegance and fearlessness. Few, if any people have ever seen sustain wounds in scuffles, as she tends to be able to throw down with the best of them almost as if she had been born to fight with a Quinque or an internal Quinx Kagune. Suzume, worringly seems to be also roused by violence, as injuries usually make her only more dangerous and aggressive, earning her the moniker of Suzumebachi.

It is said that on these, and some rare ocassions... a hint of a cruel smile forms in her face, and that she appears to understand and know much more than she lets know at first glance. Most of her coworkers also do not know how many hobbies she has, and her social life is lacking. Her known hobbies seem to be fairly macabre, as she enjoys death themes and gore movies. She can't hold alcohol very well, and even small doses will make her extremely sick. She, funnily enough, is good with computers and technology in general.

Background

Suzume was born in the organization known as the Sunlit Garden, a secretive facility which has provided the CCG with precocious and precious talents throughout all of their existence. The members of the Garden seem sometimes superhuman in their feats and rigorous training, and they are surrounded by an air of mystery. Suzume was one of these kids, haunted by rumours of being a bastard of a Washuu inspector who had taken an exceedingly dangerous ghoul, Queen Bee, whose intelligence had caught a lot of the CCG staff off-guard. Having gone through an spartan training since a child to fight ghouls, Suzume joined the CCG ranks readily and became a proficient member of the staff.

While her talents were known, her poor sleeping schedule and overall apparent lack of motivation and stamina did overshadow her many scuffles with ghouls wide and far, and she was decried as one of the less stellar members of the Garden. This forced her to make a tough choice, and swallow her pride.

She volunteered for the Quinx operation. This allowed her to regain some of her lost face, even if her old vices of being perpetually tired and crawling in search of coffee still stand.

Talents
Fighting
Dodging
Computers
Coffee drinking
Unintended Stealth

Likes
Coffeee
Comfy floors
Sleeping
Kids and cute animals
Hunky men
Erotic Literature

Dislikes
Lack of sleep
Overly bossy people
Brutish Ghouls
Spiders
Alcohol
Cigarettes
Greasy Foods
Stupid Pop songs

Quinx Kagune

Ukaku - Looks like insect wings.

Quinque

M-Bara: A bikaku Kagune obtained from a B-Ranked ghoul. It is a thorny whip which has a reach of about 3-4 meters.

Theme

TBD

Other
Sleeps in the most random of places

Tokyo Ghoul: Kosei

Oi @Pirouette were you going to tell me sometime about this? XD Can I join?

Royal Rumble!

Cyan & Meredith

@Ebil Bunny

Meredith blinked for a moment, struggling to concentrate. What was she doing again? Oh yes, errands for groceries. For her own mother. Her eyelids felt like lead right now, as she counted for the ninth time she had all the items she had been requested to fetch. Slowly, like one trudges through mud, her mind seemed to make the right connections and nodded sagely to Cyan as he stood up, trying to explain the situation.

"You can't find batteries for cellphones in this kind of store..." She mumbled to herself, before getting distracted by the actual fluffyness of the tail. Oh and the other tail outside the door. Wait, that was a dog, a cute dog. Maybe she should buy a couple of dog snacks for the other companion? Was it Ceylon's dog by any chance? Oh right, he had asked a question. Which remembered her ... well, situation. Her gaze cast at her feet she began to construct a response.

"Well, mom said that since It was for a ritual or something. Oh and that she wanted to send Anna too, but she isn't strong enough to bring all the stuff back home flying." She blurted out. There went one of her many little secrets, but she was too tired to try and cover up her little slip. Besides the boy had a fox tail. He probably wouldn't freak out.

"For a ritual? What kind of power uses chocolate and stuff for rituals?" The boy asked, noticing what it was she was carrying. 'And more curiously, why would it need to be done in the middle of the night?'
The dog, in the meantime, also noticed what it was the female inside was carrying, and became even more interested in trying to find a way in. Putting its paws up against the window, its claws began to make screetching sounds against the glass. Cyan jumped at the sound and whipped his head around to focus on the furry creature, nervous at what maniacal plan it might have.

The store clerk, too, was watching the large dog. If it caused any problems, he could very well be the one getting in trouble. But then again, the last thing he wanted was to wrestle what was basically a grizzly bear. Oh well, if it started to become an issue, he would get a broom and try to chase it away. Hopefully these customers would get what they wanted and leave, though, and take the dog with them.

Meredith shrugged heavily. "Beats me, she did not explain to me, and she was doing this weird hip sway and giggle as she went back into the bedroom for some reason." Her eyes darted to the dog, then to Ceylon. Oh right, he must have been walking the dog and given the size of the beastie, he was all exhausted and probably hungry. Well she was hungry too, so she slid a couple of drinks in her basket and ordered a couple of hot pockets to well, eat. She offered one of the drinks to the young boy as she smiled somewhat.

"Why that's a cutie doggie you have there..." She said as she fearlessly trounced towards the door, probably against any kind of common sense. The door opened ominously, as she extended her hand to pet the animal.

"Wait! That dog's dange-" Cyan exclaimed as Meredith moved past him to the door, but it was too late. The door had opened, and now all hell would break loose.

The dog went absolutely nuts when it caught a whiff of Meredith's hand scent, as it started to bark audibly and growl, seemingly bent on pouncing on the new target, but for all of its aggressivity its back was curled and his legs were flexed low. Its ears were also bent backwards. It seemed to be scared witless of something, but no other indication of what. Meredith seemed to obviously ignore the danger signals and kept pushing her hand towards it. She never reached the creature, because it darted at a speed that seemed impossible for a dog its size, visiblely whimpering as it did so.

"Why...don't the doggies and the kitties ever like me..." She added, dejected and pouting, while seeing the large dog running away like a mouse in the distance. Only the microwave ping that announced that her snack was ready shook her out of her stupor.

Cyan's jaw dropped as the creature that had been chasing him took off running and whimpering into the night.
"What on earth did you do?" he finally asked after a brief silence, but still stared through the window in the direction the dog had disappeared.

Meanwhile, the clerk was very relieved the dog was finally gone. If it had broken something... Hoo boy. Relaxing his shoulders in relief, he pulled the warmed hot-pockets out of the microwave and handed them out to the girl who both purchased them and had rid the store premises of the hooligan.
"Here you go," he said in almost a cheerful tone.

Meredith what she usually did, and handed one hot pocket to her companion in misadventures, alongside a chilled drink. "here. Sorry about your doggy. But you must be hungry and thirsty. It's also getting late. I'll take you to my home, the dorms are sooo far away." She said as she munched on the hot pocket, before letting a small whimper. "Itth hurths! Sho hoot! But shho good." She said, while cooling her small accident with her own drink. Her gaze towards Cyan was not unlike she had found a lost puppy, only momentarily breaking it to pay for her items with an overly large bill.

"Oh, no, that wasn't my dog. He was just chasing me for, well... Not exactly no reason," he responded. "Thanks for chasing it off, that's a pretty handy ability."
The boy's eyes lit up at the offer of food and drink, he hadn't realized how hungry he'd gotten. He hadn't even had supper yet, so he was pretty famished. He took a bite of the hot-pocket, then swallowed before asking, "How far are the dorms? If they're not too far away, I don't mind walking back to them if you can give me directions."

"Being hated by animals is not an ability." She pouted so slightly, as she consumed the food at an alarming speed. "Dorms are not that far, but it's not well lit and you might be attacked by whatever is outside there. Specially without a doggy. My house is safer, father killed a lot of demons!" She cheered as she adjusted the bags of her purchase. Besides I could use someone normal in that house for a change. She paused to herself. "I mean i could take you to the dorms too, but then the errand...hummm...." She said as she eyed the boy. Wasn't Ceylon one of the poorest kids at the academy? He could use some more food, he was scrawny.

"I thought... okay. Would your family be okay with me sleeping there for the night?" he asked, pretty resigned at this point. This has been one of the more chaotic twenty-four hours he'd experience, and he was getting exhausted despite the sleep he had earlier. Cyan thought the area around St. Laurel's would be pretty attacker-free, but he was still relatively new to the area, and even if he got to the dorms there'd be a chance he'd still have to deal with whatever pins, syrup, or whatever had been stuffed in his mattress this time.

"Nonsense, mother complains I don't bring enough boys to the house. That will shut her up for a while!" Meredith grinned somewhat as she drew closer to Cyan, indicating him to go with her outside the store. She knew what was coming after. Well, she still doubted if she could trust her classmate with her little secret. St Laurel's students...would not be kind to her if this was widespread. In a deft move, her arms latched onto the scrawny boy, pressing him against his body.

"Okay, now hold on to me. I've never flown with this much weight but it should be fine. I think." She said. But the Meredith who had exited the store and the Meredith who was clutching Cyan close to her were ...different. For once, a barbed tail was wiggling almost uncontrollably from under her clothes, and her nails were now black pointed claws. Two horns crowned her head, but that was nowhere as striking as the huge, leathery bat-wings that had sprouted on her back.

"Eep!"
Cyan was not expecting to be hugged or the sudden transformation the other student went through.
"F-fly? Are you sure walking wouldn't work?" he barely got out. Meredith was surprisingly strong, and she was making it, a little, difficult, to breath. He was beginning to consider that he might be getting himself in a little over his head. It was probably too late for that now, though.

"This is faster." Meredith added, and her wings began to flap in mighty motions, the sudden acceleration of taking off rippling through her entire body. Soon, the sensation of ground beneath the feet was a memory for the pair, as Meredith powered through the sky with all of her might. It was a short, but exhausting ride. She nearly made both them fall a couple of times, and almost failed the landing, but she made into the entrance of her own house, a rather impressive manor. There, bathed by the light of inside, was a woman who could've fit in any saucy male magazine, dressed in vaporous night clothes that left little to imagination.

"You're late, my daughter. Have you brought the offerings? Hm?" She asked, as her gaze pierced on the other person who had arrived. "A young male sacrifice? Are you trying to appease me with that?" She asked, a grin spreading in her face, as she saw her daughter's cheeks becoming beet reed. "Just kidding. I suppose we have a guest, aye?" She added, as she greedily zipped towards her daughter and quickly relieved her of her bags.

"Be welcome to the Blackgate abode, young man. Fox. Man-fox thing. Whatever." She added, deciding it wasn't the effort to think any harder. Her hips swaying with pride, she entered the house, leaving the door open, and disappeared somewhere, her backside slamming a door close as she went by with her prize.

Meredith, who had somewhat recovered from the jest, just muttered under her breath. "I once tried to do that but my underwear got caught up in the door." She pouted.

Poor Cyan was in no way prepared for a flight, and the sensation of falling every so often most certainly didn't help. As soon as they landed, he collapsed into a sitting position, propping his body up with his arms behind him.
"Please, let's never do that again," he half mumbled, half begged. However, even recovering from what was less flying and more zig-zagging through the air didn't distract him enough from Meredith's home situation. The boy wasn't really sure what to expect from a mother who sent their daughter in the middle of the night for chocolate and whipped cream for a "ritual", but this woman somehow both competely surprised him and perfectly fit whatever it was he could have imagined.

As strange an individual Meredith was, Cyan couldn't help but be relieved when it was just the two of them. At least she was relatively normal. He could see a similarity between her and her mother though.
"She seems... nice. Very funloving." he said. Best be polite when in another's household. The compliments were rather forced, however.

Not really sure what else to do, the boy continued sitting in his spot in the grass and awkwardly looked around the yard and at the exterior of the house, avoiding eye-contact with Meredith. It was quite dark, the sparse cloud-cover from when he woke up had become more dense, so the stars were no longer visible and the half-moon barely so. However, the electric lamp over the door of the house lit the area well enough, and there was light coming from a couple windows as well. Just going off from the lovely two-story house and well-trimmed lawn, one wouldn't expect the residents to be so... bizarre.

"You've got a nice house." he finally said in another stiff attempt at etiquette. At this point he was definitely regretting coming here.

"Mother is a demon." Meredith said, probably with the only hint of poison in her voice that she had shown in the entire conversation. And just like that, she was back into her older self. Without the extra monstruous bits. "Well, father is well off after being a hero sort of thing." She paused as she grabbed Cyan by the hand. "Oh come on, don't stay in there, my bed is big enough for two." She cheered as she invited Cyan to come with her upstairs.

'Guess I'm not the only with parent issues,' Cyan thought, not realizing the girl was being literal. However, at the mention of them both sleeping in the same bed, he stopped on the stairs and pulled his hand back.
"Oh, um, that's okay. I can sleep on the floor if you have any extra blankets or something."

"Uh, that won't do." Meredith said. "Mother will scold me if she found that I let you sleep in the floor." She added as she brought Cyan forth once again. "Besides, it's not like anything will happen if we sleep in the same bed, silly." She added, sure of herself."Haven't you heard about the birds and the bees talk?" She said, steeling her resolve.

"Why can't we just say I slept in the bed. I... like my personal space." Cyan said, getting quieter. Then in a louder voice in an attempt at humor, said, "Besides, it's not like I've never slept on the floor before or anything. Me and the floor go way back. We're good friends."

Meredith shook her head. "No one should be sleeping in a cold floor. You'll get the bed. I will get the floor because I was the one who dragged you to this situation." She finally conceded. Well, jeez. Couldn't things be easier for once. They always kept refusing the bed if she didn't do this to her visitors.

Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

@Letter Bee @Crowvette @Dezuel @KillamriX88 @Bartimaeus

Celestine's furious stomping came to a momentarily halt as he heard the word of one of his opponents, William, declaring the intention to take him down by empowering every other fighter in the battlefield. He shot him a withering look from the confines of his cracked mask, as he resumed his power walk towards the car. If you're half a man finish it yourself. Fists and teeth were clenched. He couldn't let them noticed how costly his earlier display of power had been. Pins and needles jolted his limbs, there was this burning sensation from the wound spikes, as well as nausea and dizzyness assaulted him, the rebound of the adrenaline release bringing him to near unconsciousness.

He noticed his arm being grabbed. Vernon. Uttering some kind of threat to lick his wounded pride. "Believe me, you're hardly the only one whose hand was forced today. Foolish brat left me little choice." He added, as he eyed the doll who had just returned. Could anyone be more daft? But something was wrong. If the doll had returned with little regard to her own integrity, Galbrek was surely involved.

Oh well, he didn't care anymore, as he cast a last glance at the diverse set of fighters. Vernon was taking care of the last nuisance, and the foxgirl seemed confused. The doll had -finally- listened, and hopped into the car. It would do for now, he thought as he picked one of his sedatives from his waistbag and injected it into himself. If it had gone for more time, serious harm could've been made.

He started the engine, as he eyed the doll. "I said that ages ago. This is your and your master's folly." He added, as he eyed Vernon being launched into the car with the relative of the Ascott. He would not even try to help him anymore. THe engine of the battered car came to life, as the Fallen One left the scene without more words or actions.

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Meredith Blackgate

@Ebil Bunny

Meredith's life was usually like any other high schooler, except for certain peculiar moments. This was one of them. She browsed the chaotic stands of consumables with care, given that her attention span at this time of the night was not the best. She had the urges to shake her head and simply go back home. Seriously, what kind of mother figure sends her own daughter on an errand in the middle of the night to satisfy her cravings? It was true she could fly, but most High Schoolers who wanted at least a successful future were sleeping by now.

Right. The strawberries were in the basket, the chocolate toppings aswell, now all that it was needed was the whipped cream. Meredith could not even begin to fathom why her own mother would insist in buying kinds of cake frosting at this hour if she had not even baked a cake, but then again, the ways of demons more than often puzzled mortals and half-demons like her. She squeezed sideways towards the counter. This shop was kinda cramped, unfortunately.

It took her a few seconds to process what was going. Outside there was a cute fluffy dog, looking at one of the figures inside. At first she thought it was a half-demon like her. Then she remembered there was a boy with a fox's tail in class, what was his name...

"Hi Ceylon!" She said in a cheery albeit somewhat tired tone. "Are you on a late errand too? My mother wants whipped cream and strawberries but I didn't see her bake a cake at all tonight. It's curious. Oh...are you that tired? You can't sleep in the floor, silly, it's dirty!"