SephietheEvil

The Many Mysteries of Lavenshade Mansion ~*Fantasy RP with Ghosts*~

Minako watches Makoto revert back to normal, and though there's a strong pang in her own mind from hearing Abernathy's plea and belief in them, the sight of something else keeps her from reverting as well. Myriatte is getting up from the ground.
".....Will." She says a final time, staring Abernathy straight in the face. Her eyes seem different. They're the same, beautiful blueish-green eyes, but within them, there's a different person. This isn't the Myriatte that just planned to sacrifice one of the living guests of the mansion...something within her soul has switched gears.
"Master..." Minako growls, moving closer to her side. "Are you injured...? Shall I deal with-"
"No. You are not...y-you shouldn't be under my control. It is as Abernathy says. As...Will says. You are no monster, you are a friend to those here. You want a command? Then heed my call, and revert back into your normal form! I have done the same already, it would seem...only natural that you should follow, right?" Myriatte points at Minako.
At this, Minako finally gives in. She lets out a cry of pain, and just as Makoto has, she reverts back into her normal self once more. It takes her a moment to recuperate from what just happened, but within a minute or so, she's standing up again, next to Makoto and his summoned spirit. Of course, Minako takes note of how calm and collected Myriatte suddenly is. It doesn't look as if she's willing to put up any fight anymore.
"Myriatte..." Abernathy returns her gaze, looking quite grave.
".......You...do you think I should just leave now?...Or, should I tell them...?" Myriatte asks.
"I think...it would be good for you to tell them." Abernathy shakes his head. "It might help you form more of a connection with these people. You might be less likely to kill them then."
"You know that's not true..." Myriatte smiles sadly. "But...alright. I'll go on with the tale." She turns to Makoto and Minako, and takes a deep breath before she starts.
"My name...is Maryanne Riverlenn." Myriatte says. "I was the daughter of a well-off family, many centuries ago, right over there in Negloria Town. In the 1700's, to be more exact...I was the only child, and much was expected of me."
"Your name isn't...Myriatte?" Minako murmurs.
"It is." Myriatte laughs lightly. "It's...my writing name. You see...people liked me, despite the fact that I was richer than most. Not only because I was pretty...but, I told wonderful stories. I wanted so desperately to be a writer. However...as the only child, and daughter, of my family, my father was dead set on only educating me in the ways of a housewife. He would get angry if I said I wanted anything else of myself. So...I'd often sneak to school for lessons. Everyone liked me, as I said, so, it wasn't a problem. It was just...when he found out. And, somewhere in the middle of all this....I met Will."
"Will?" Minako echoes.
"Yes. Will. Also known as William Abernathy, or simply Abernathy." Myriatte explains. "I suppose he already told you of his writing past, yes? Well..after he became a ghost, he started traveling around, acting as a guide and friend to people. Isn't that right, Will?"
"Indeed." Abernathy grins softly. "'Tis a pleasure of mine."
"Will encouraged me in my dreams of being a wonderful author. He was such a wonderful friend...that, I didn't even notice he was a ghost, until...until that day." Myriatte's tone becomes darker as she goes on. "That one day...the one that changed everything."

"MARYANNE RIVERLENN, I DEMAND AS YOUR FATHER THAT YOU STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS IMMEDIATELY!" My father cried out in rage. "Your job to our family is to think about MARRIAGE! Not this...this USELESS ACTIVITY!"
"John! JOHN, STOP!"
He slapped me in the face, and I fell, releasing my precious pages of writing as well. As they scattered about, I trembled on the floor for a bit. Then, I pushed myself back up with the courage to speak out having finally made itself known within me.
"Just because YOU don't believe I can become more than a little housewife, doesn't mean that I have to be limited as I am in your own head! I am free to do what I feel I was always meant to, Father!" I screamed back. "I believe in myself, the town believes in me, and even Will right there! HE believes in me as well!"
"Who is this will you keep talking about?! Have you gone mad, girl?!" My father barked back.
"HE'S STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!" I shouted back. Indeed, it was true. Will was standing right next to my father in the room. However...I was the only one who could see him."
"Maryanne, there's NO ONE HERE!" My father waved an arm around in Will's space. It went right through him, and I went silent with shock.
"W...W-Will?" I whimpered.
"...I'm sorry, Myriatte." Will told me quietly. "...I'm dead."
I was too shocked to speak, and in those seconds of confusion, my father had already decided his course of action. I was to be locked in my room until they found a suitable husband to pass me off to. They figured that maybe marriage was the cure for this "madness" caused by writing that I seemed to possess. I had many fine admirers, but I wasn't interested in that. I wanted nothing more than to be a great author...
Finally, I'd had enough. While Abernathy wasn't watching me, I opened up the window to my room, and escaped that way. Under the cover of darkness, I ran until I reached the nearby river.
"Riverlenn...how fitting my name is, for the fate I've chosen. If only my writing tools hadn't been confiscated...I'd have written such a lovely suicide note." I remember murmuring that to myself with a sarcastic smile, before diving in and letting the currents overtake me. Much to my surprise, before I could lose all life, someone pulled me out of those cold waters. Will.
"But...I thought...you were dead...a...a ghost." I sputtered and coughed while regaining myself. Will knelt at my side the whole time.
"I am. However, I've formed a bond with you, my dear. My pure will...through my will alone, I was able to grasp you, as if I were alive once more." Will told me with a kind smile.
"Through your own will, huh...? How funny, "Will"...I...appreciate it...but...I can't return home. I don't want this life that is being imposed on me. I have to do something to change this, or I have to die. That is simply how it is." I was dead set on doing whatever I cold to defy my father's wishes of me.
Right then, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A frog...hopping on the opposite side of the river. I swear then, this frog looked straight at me. I had an idea. A brilliant one, which showed through the bright smile on my face.
"Will...Will! I've had a wonderful idea, Will! I know what I can do to save myself now." I stood up as if nothing was wrong, even though I was completely soaked. Will stood up with me, looking curious.
"What would that be? Is Myriatte making her grand appearance once more?" He chuckled.
"Something like that..." I giggled.
From there, I didn't return home, but hid at a friend's house. I wrote up a story. No...it was more like a script. I had a plan to get rid of my admirers, and to prove to my father just how much influence my writing could have on people. That...is when I started the Kerokuoni Cult, a cult with a "frog demon" as it's supreme authority. I thought that, by making everyone believe the wild stories I'd made up for the god of such a cult, and displaying such a thing out to everyone, specifically those men, I'd drive them away, and prove just how clever of a writer I was.
...Sadly, it didn't quite work out that way.
I made the cult, and I got my admirers to follow through with me through all the silly rituals enriched by me well-written legends tying back to the fake cult...but, never once did they question a thing. Never. They kept following me, no matter what I said. Eventually...I wrote more on the backstory, and that's when things got violent. We started with animals. I demanded an animal sacrifice. I thought that surely, surely they wouldn't do it....but they did it, no questions asked. First it was a rabbit, then a dog, then a goat, and eventually, even a horse. I thought there was only one card left to play...so I did. I demanded a human sacrifice next. I knew that had to be it, and that they'd never do it.
...B-but...they murdered a village girl, right in front of my feet, as an offering. I was shocked. Something inside of my mind snapped. I became...different. I started to enjoy the power of controlling and determining the fates of the living in Negloria Town. I enjoyed it while I could, though I knew that the final purpose for this cult was soon to be fulfilled. I was to get rid of all of my admirers, right?
...But now, I'd rewritten everything. Now, I got rid of them, not by driving them away...but by requesting their hands, and demanding them all as a grand and final sacrifice.
I was discovered under the full moon in the Kerokuoni Cult hideout. Blood covered my robe like red flowers, blooming everywhere about me. Everyone was dead at my feet, and a knife was clutched in my left hand. I remember cackling like a madwoman when the authorities rushed me. I didn't attack them. I was through. I'd finished my mission.
The next day, in the afternoon sun, I was shown off to everyone in town on a stand. My wits had returned to me again, but I still smiled so sweetly at everyone, no matter how disapproving or fearful their faces were of me. A rope was placed around my neck.
"Maryanne Rivelenn, you have been found guilty in the crime of murdering many innocent people, and are certain to rot in Hell as soon as you leave us here in a few moments. Do you have anything you'd wish to say before leaving?" The town official next to me seemed so angry...but I only laughed.
"Yes..." I looked out into the crowd, and locked eyes with Will, who stood at the front with a mortified, miserable expression. "...Will, look. I did it. I made a story that impacted everyone's lives! I made a difference...with my writing, I made a difference!" I was aware of the tears that began streaking down my face as I continued to watch Will's own horrified face. "I'm...finally a writer now, aren't I?...Guess I always was...but...hey, Will...how did you like it? My story...so far...? I-AH!" I let out a small cry of surprise when the ground beneath me disappeared, and the lynching commenced.
Will was silent, stricken with horrid grief. He took off his top hat and clutched it in his hands. I felt horrible, having him watch me fade away like that. I could only hope...that maybe I could become a ghost like him, with him, and we could continue being such good friends...
....But, then...something roared up inside of my very soul, and pinpricks of pain spread through every vein of my body. I felt the madness creeping in at an alarming rate. I couldn't stop it. Suddenly, I was laughing in the faces of terrified townsfolk, the very ones who had used to care so much for me, dead, but also not. I had become the great demon goddess of my own written creation.
"Don't worry...the story isn't over yet!" That's the last thing I can recall myself saying before finding myself surrounded by corpses once more. I'd taken out all who hadn't managed to flee the scene of the lynching in time. I was truly a demon. My changed skin and claws at that time...they proved it to me.
Will had watched in horror the whole time. I walked up to him, and he just looked so...sad. I swear, there were even...ghostly tears upon his face.
"I'm...sorry, Will...you shouldn't have had to see that...but...the fact that you haven't left me....oh, you're such a good friend." I hugged him, and I was happy to actually be able to feel him. We were both dead now, so there wasn't that issue anymore, it seemed...
"Myriatte...why...?" Will asked me quietly.
"I...don't...know...." I remember biting my lip, thinking as if I were struggling against another force. Whatever it was...it ended up winning. I ended the confrontation with a crazy grin and laugh.
"I must go now...my cult members need me, Will!"

"....Ever since then, I've traveled the world of the living as myself...but under a curse." Myriatte finally draws her tale to a close, using her sleeves to wipe away the tears that has been conjured up during the retelling of the story. "I...I know it's not long, now. Before I lose my wits again. I'll probably still try to attack you all, despite all of this...I'm...sorry..."
Minako is almost at a loss for words after hearing the tale. She thinks for a moment, then, finally, while she has the chance, she asks, "Myriatte...I guess I know...that you're here in this place because of Abernathy...but...what connection do you share with it? Someone like you...you must know something about what happened to the people of Negloria Town, and why all of the ghosts are trapped in this mansion."
"...Someone I've always chased after in my maddened state...is Negloria." Myriatte answers. "...I've always tried to sacrifice her to myself, it seems...and there must be some kind of reason for that....t-there must be...why her, and not anyone else...?"
Ellysa frowns at the scene a bit, looking almost disappointed that she won't get to ride upon this magnificent new steed and save the day for everyone, like a true warrior. She glances down at Fred, unsure of how to handle this situation. But then...a voice sounds out near them, up the pathway leading to the mansion's front doors.
"Oh, what do we have here? Such a nice little place...and there's people here?"
Ellysa turns her head, and catches a glimpse of the little black cat creature on two legs, walking calmly up to the place. It only takes that glance, the sight of that one blue eye, that knife, those wings, and all of that blood...
"RUN." Ellysa tells Fred. "RUN. We need to RUN. NOW. N-normally, a warrior would never flee, unless the situation was of certain death...b-but, this...this very well could be!"
Amaiyo watches the other angel on the yard for a moment, but never stops her stride towards Lavenshade Mansion's front doors. She grins and waves at Ellysa. "Hello there, fellow angel~!"
"G-GAH! She's spotted us!" Ellysa continues to panic.
"Hm...?" Amaiyo finds the other angel's behavior a bit odd. "What...is she scared of me? Aw...tch, every time, I swear..." The little cat in the dress sighs sadly.
"They took you away, and I did nothing to prevent that! How could you...how can you still even bother to protect me, the way you do...?" Yolani begins to sob, falling on her knees in front of the little girl. Negloria watches her older sister for a long, painful while...then slowly walks up to her, and embraces her.
"....It's okay....Yoli...It's not your fault..." Negloria whispers.
"N-Neggie..." Yolani weeps.

The Many Mysteries of Lavenshade Mansion ~*Fantasy RP with Ghosts*~

I'm totally bringing in Amaiyo with my next post, no matter how much longer that'll make it >:3 Nyeheheheheh~

The Many Mysteries of Lavenshade Mansion ~*Fantasy RP with Ghosts*~

Name: Amaiyo Age: ??? Gender: Female Species: Supposedly an "Angel of Death", b-but...she certainly doesn't look the part... Living or Dead?: o_o" N-No idea... Known Abilities: Teleportation, turning her knife into any kind of blade she could want, super strength... Description: Amaiyo looks...a little like a doll. She's a cute little black cat that stands on two legs, and wears a cinder-gray dress. She has but one blue eye, her right eye. The other was supposedly a green eye, but it was...lost, somehow, so now that part of her face is covered by a silken white bandage. It is said that anyone who dares to remove it will seal themselves into a horrible fate. In the only pocket of her dress, at the front, is a blood-covered knife, which Amaiyo can wield as any sort of blade she wishes. Around her neck is a beautifully weaved cord, made of 3 smaller beautifully weaved cords, all in different colors. She uses this as a neck ornament...but also to strangle or hang people. The little cat constantly has blood splatters on her left ear, the end of her tail, and all over her cream-colored angel wings, one of which is torn. Amaiyo's past is pretty much a mystery, as well as her purpose in Lavenshade Mansion. In fact, it's safe to assume that she's just there because she was passing by, and wanted to have a bit of fun...

The Aftermath- Dark (as in genre, not pokemon type) Pokemon RP

"Hah. Please, no need to thank me...you might've survived the merciless Moonblast you were about to receive, only because of your additional steel typing...but, I digress." Sachiko smiles ever so faintly. "I am...the ghost of a Meowstic who never got to be. Though, I'm called Sachiko. I'm here with a group. We heard the music, assuming it was played by another person, not a Pokemon. Thus, we made our way here, and upon hearing the noises of what sounded like battle, my trainer and her other Pokemon, along with myself, came only to investigate. We were supposed to simply scout, but Euphoria, the Sylveon you just saw...she tends to get a little too excited in these situations. I hope you'll forgive her....this time, at least." A few moments after finishing her explanation of the situation, Sephie and the rest of her Pokemon make there way over to Sachiko and Serph. "I heard everything was fine, no thanks to Euphie over here." Sephie snickers a bit. She looks at Serph, and a sense of nostalgia washes over her. "Ah, a Lucario, huh? I used to have one of those...but...she split from my side awhile ago...anyway, that's a story for...possibly never, depending on who you are, and your intentions. We heard a flute around here. I assume that's a human's work, or at least something close to one?" "Well, I don't see a pokeflute anywhere on this Lucario..." Pipley offers his observations. "Should this situation turn volatile, and this Lucario decides to attack, can we all agree on me taking Sephie and scouring the rest of the forest, while you all stay behind and fight?" Raven is already coming up with a plan in case things take a bad turn. "I suppose that's a good plan of action, should it truly come to such a thing..." Sachiko murmurs in response. "I still want to play with someone..." Euphoria sighs sadly from the back of Sephie's group. Ai-yu says nothing, only hanging onto Sephie's shoulder and looking at Serph with curiosity. Rythian perks his ears after hearing what Aqua has to say to him. He grins a bit with a soft chuckle. "Well...it depends. Can you remember if it was a red or blue Zorua? I'd think you might remember the difference...but, it doesn't matter much. No, I'm not as bad or as scary as most dark type Pokemon are made out to be, stereotypically. I can be...but I honestly prefer not to be. That's my brother's job, it would seem. A Revolutioneer fool...ah, but, you must excuse me. I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Rythian. May I have yours, miss?" Meanwhile, Electricia and Mystarii continue to race through the forest in pursuit of the strange battling noises. However, as soon as the music stops, they skid to a halt. "Eh? It stopped?" Mystarii jumps down from the trees to stand beside her friend. "Yeah...but, that's no problem! We can just...sniff 'em out or something, right?" Electricia replies. "Um...Ellie, have we ever been in this part of the forest?" Mystarii looks around, noticing with unease how unfamiliar it seems to her all of a sudden. "W-what? Oh, come on! There's no way we can possibly be lost!" Electricia laughs as if this statement were ridiculous...but there's a heavy hint of nervousness in that laugh as well. Aruba has raced down into the forest at this point, slowly making her way through, using her aura perception abilities to seek out any nearby targets. Her assigned job was only to patrol the forest, looking for new Revolutioneer recruits, or finding and orchestrating attacks on the Trained. on her way through, she picks up a couple of nearby presences. Two Pokemon with a heavy air of fear and unease, it seems. She narrows her eyes, and creeps closer to the two auras as quietly as possible. Darkclaw stands at the entrance to the forest that Aruba used, about to follow her in, until he receives a message from his own mind. Of course, he knows it's not his own mind's words. It's someone he knows at least a little, back at the Revolutioneer base. He glances back in the direction Aruba went, then reluctantly turns back to go back up the mountain and into the Revoluioneers' base once more. As much as he'd love to follow Aruba and surprise her once more...orders are orders.

The Many Mysteries of Lavenshade Mansion ~*Fantasy RP with Ghosts*~

In her limbo of unconsciousness, thoughts swim around in front of Myriatte's closed eyes. She moves a bit in her sleep, but not much. She becomes faintly aware of herself being put onto a solid surface, presumably ground, and the loud voices above her. It sets off a torrent of memory...
"MARYANNE RIVERLENN, I DEMAND AS YOUR FATHER THAT YOU STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS IMMEDIATELY!" Her father's anger. "Your job to our family is to think about MARRIAGE! Not this...this USELESS ACTIVITY!"
"John! JOHN, STOP!" Her mother's pleas. Not enough...
SMACK!
Myriatte's cheek burns and tingles from the hit to the face, and she falls onto the ground. Pages of writing and a precious pen fall with her, covering that area of the room in floating, white figures, like feathers, or dying butterflies...
The frail girl trembles, partially facedown on the floor to avoid anymore slaps, or the pitying gaze of her disgustingly helpless mother, or her angry, ignorant, idiotically limited father...
"Will.....Will..." She murmurs ever so quietly, the only word coming to her mind.
"....Will..." Myriatte murmurs in her sleep now, outside of the mansion with this beast at her side.
Abernathy hears this tiny, familiar voice, and he feels his ghostly heart being squeezed. "Myriatte! Myriatte...I..I'm right here! Wake up, please! Come back!"
Abernathy takes a step to move towards her, back he's sent back about 3 more steps when Makoto growls out his threat. Of course, then he's gotten closer than comfort to the other beast approaching, Minako. She growls at him, but doesn't seem like she's particularly targeting him, as she just strolls right on by to face Makoto and Myriatte.
Minako's ears twitch a bit as she listens to what Makoto has to say. She replies in her own sort of warped, growly voice, "It is true...I am like you...and you have the source of food..."
'This is bad!' Abernathy thinks to himself as he stands by, watching the scene. 'If these two, in their monstrous state, join forces, what will they resolve to do to everyone else? They certainly don't look as if they want to hurt Myriatte, but...our other new living guests...!'
"You two! Minako! Makoto!" Abernathy cries out in a bolder tone. He's prepared to shift forms if he needs to, though he'd rather not resort to fighting on this one. "You've got to snap out of this! For the sake of us all, please! You're not monsters like this. I know I might not know you as well as others could, but I understand that your intentions cannot be that bad, if you were willing to walk all the way out here just to unravel Lavenshade's mystery, and help us!"
'It's a stretch. I really don't know them, or their true intentions...but I believe...I've got to believe!' Abernathy thinks to himself in secret.
"...Will.......!" Myriatte mumbles again, a little louder this time. Is she close to awaking...?
Ellysa is already making her way towards the front door of the mansion when she hears an explosion from back down below, in the basement. "HARK! Is everything alright down there?!" She calls. She wants to go back and help them, the angel in her begs to, but upon hearing the growls of monsters outside, and Abernathy's cries, she makes the decision to head outside, still within the mansion's limits, to help her friend. She runs out of the doors and into the Mansion's front yard, which is fenced off. She's aware that she cannot go past the fence bordering this house. If she tries...there will be dire consequences. However, the situation still lies in her favor this day, as Abernathy, Myriatte, and the two beasts are just a little ways from the mansion, within the fence's limits.
"Abernathy! I've come to help you, friend!" Ellysa calls, raising her sword.
Negloria doesn't say a word in reply to Lilly's comment about cats. She's silent again, looking down at the ground in front of the poster. It's almost as if she wants to say something...but just can't grasp the words.
"Negloria...?"
The little girl raises her head slowly when a familiar voice calls out to her. On the very top stair, a shining ghost in a lovely white dress, white gloves, and brown hair in a bun, stands with her soft hazel eyes on Negloria. She takes a few steps into the doorway of the room, careful not to trip over Lilly or Riley. She even smiles down at the two cats.
"Ah, excuse me..." Yolani bows to the two cats before turning back to Negloria, who has turned to meet the older girl's eyes.
"Neggie...you helped me again, didn't you...?" Yolani asks gently. "You...you pushed that girl and her friends into the dark, just to pull me out...again..."
"...No." Negloria shakes her head. "....Just the girl...her heart...was strong....I didn't push the others....just her."
"...Neggie..." Yolani looks as if she might start crying a bit. "...Why? I...don't deserve it. I didn't protect you....as your older sister, I...I should've....I should've...."

Portal Hoppers *REMAKE*

Numirra turns a bit, just as she's caught by Fedoraman, and punched right in the face. Numirra hits the nearest wall, and falls onto the ground. She grimaces while holding her broken, bleeding nose. However, the expression only slightly alters her usual bored one. She still looks helplessly unamused and zoned out, as if not really paying attention to what's going on. "...Hmph. You have no manners...and people wonder if chivalry's dead...did it ever even exist?" Numirra stands back to her feet with a slight yawn. She extends a hand, glowing orange, and looks as if she's about to- "Numirra, Natasha, Noruani. Fall back now. This battle is slowly becoming pointless, not to mention boring to me. There are much better things you could be doing. I've devised something new, so I require you all out of battle now. The sudden telepathic command broadcasted to all 3 of the witches causes them all to freeze in the middle anything they might've been doing. Numirra puts down her hand with a slow sigh. "...Welp, time to go home." She shrugs, then strolls down a nearby hall. She opens up the nearest window, and jumps out, shapeshifitng in the form of an orange canary, and disappearing into the sky above the forest. Natasha, having put herself out from the flames, comes to a halt in her beastly form. Instead of changing back, she follows the Master's orders by using her enhanced speed to her advantage. She races across the battlefield, picks up her barely conscious, beaten littlest sister, and runs off towards the woods with her. All the while, Noruani is still smiling rather eerily... "Ugh...they just...left...?" Kayori is the first of Felixter's small group in the hotel to get up after the horrid electrocution they suffered. "W-why...? With everyone distracted by that huge wooden behemoth...they could've easily done something. At the very least, kidnapped someone..." "M-maybe....maybe that's why they left. Perhaps it wasn't any fun for them anymore. The Master views us all like toys and puppets, you know..." Ammi murmurs. She sits up, and immediately starts helping Kayori and Felixter first with their possible injuries, instead of even worrying about herself. "It could still be something worse..." Felixter frowns deeply when he finally sits up with the others. "...It's possible that they've been called back for something new. A new plot of the Master's. In fact, I find it highly likely that, in the midst of this giant wooden threat we face, the Master saw no need for the witches to be here, as it already posed a great enough challenge. Therefore, he made a new, wicked plan instead, and has now called his witches back to begin the process of making it a reality." "...Good to see that your brain wasn't fried too bad, Felixter." Kayori begins to beam at the slightly older boy. "I'm willing to put trust in that theory. After all...you know Kebaratsu the best, don't you...?" Ammi nods in agreement. back down on the ground, Kiroketsu watches Natasha flee with Noruani, a triumphant grin spreading wide across his face. "YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! YOU BETTER RUN, YA HAGS!" He cries out after them tauntingly. "Are...are the scary witches leaving?" Mirui brightens up a bit at this news, but she still doesn't give up clinging to Kiroketsu. In fact, Kiroketsu even puts an arm around the monster girl's shoulder. "That's right, big girl! They're gone for now! See, what'd I tell ya? Ol' Kiro here will protect ya, no matter what, my dear!" Kiroketsu flashes what he believes to be a winning smile at Mirui, and she giggles. "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR HANDS, YOU PERV!" Kayori calls aloud from the doorway of the floating hotel. Kiroketsu's smile transforms into a scowl, fast. "OH, C'MON! I'M CLEARLY NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW!" Kiroketsu throws up his free hand into the air to go with his cry of outrage. "That's probably a good thing, considering you're not really in the clear yet, you two!" Ammi calls down as well. Kiroketsu is about to ask her hat she means, when his attention is once more drawn to the huge wooden figure stomping all around the battlefield. Thankfully, it doesn't look as if it's paying attention to him or Mirui. "R-right...yeeeeeah, m-maybe we should head back into the hotel now, big girl!" Kiroketsu gets up. His expression brightens up again as soon as he realizes what that means. He puts his feet and tail together, and they all merge into one ghostly, wispy ending to his body. Then he picks up Mirui (with a bit of difficulty, considering the big monster girl's weight), and starts carrying her above the battle, back into the hotel. "Worry not, fair maiden! I, Kiroketsu, your shining knight in armor, shall make sure you get back to the others without a single scratch!" Kiroketsu declares boldly. "Weeeeeee! Flying!" Mirui gasps happily, not exactly paying the most attention to Kiro... "Oh no...I hope-" Nelodine starts, but she can't finish before there are more noises from outside. The witch in blue and her older sister move towards a window where they can view the battle, and see their sisters fleeing the scene. "Hmph. Seems they're leaving already. A pity. I wanted to be able to be of some use to you, dear little sister." Nymne murmurs as she watches. "Now I must make haste away, back to our new hideout." "You...you have to leave with them?" Nelodine frowns. Though all of her sister were evil in some respect, or at the very least quite questionable, she still cared about all of them. Even Natasha, who stabbed out her eyes to the point where Ammi couldn't even completely heal them. So goes the story of Nelodine's glasses... "Yes. It'll arouse too much suspicion all at once if I'm not back soon enough. Maybe I'll kill something on the way to the lair, so I have an alibi if they ask, or even care in the first place." Nymne starts opening the window so that she can flee along with the other witch sisters. Before she does, though, she turns to Nelodine, and puts something in her hand. "Here. This way, I can still be of some use. If indescribable trouble stirs up between all of us witch sisters, such as me getting found out, or something of that nature...break this." Nelodine looks at the object in her hand. It is a smooth, round, milky-white gem in the shape of an orb, hardly bigger than a marble. It radiates a small amount of light, and carries a distinct air of...sadness. "What...what is this, sister?" Nelodine asks. Nymne shows off another stone of similar qualities, except the color of it is a hazy dark gray, and the air it gives off is more...intriguing. "I almost pray that you never find out...for it is the biggest, most unstable of the secrets kept between us witches of the Master.....all 8 of us." Nymne replies as she turns her back, facing the window. "8.....w-wait a minute, 8?! But, there's only 6 of us-!" Nelodine cries, but by that time, her sister has already shifted into the guise of a hawk, and is flying away from her... In the world of her inner minds, Meora's battle against Noruani's force has begun. She's chosen an array of guns, and has set about fighting the demon. In that one side of the room, it's a grand display of flips, dodges, and a rain of different assorted projectiles and bullets. Yet, on the other side, Maore sits quietly, peacefully at her little tea table, paying absolutely no mind whatsoever. At one point, a piece of debris from the destructive battle even lands right in her tea, but she simply picks it out, flicks it away, and goes on as if nothing ever happened. Meora only gains a greater advantage when Noruani is forced to leave the battlefield in the real world, weakening her tie on Meora's mind further. With this, the neko girl is able to pull out her signature pistol, and take out the offending mental bug in one clean, but still explosive shot. "Job done, Maore-sama. You can go back to being peaceful again." Meora grins, lowering her gun. "You say that as if that wasn't already the case with me." Maore chuckles slightly. "But, regardless, with that done, it's time for you to go back on your merry way to consciousness." Meora pauses for a minute, oddly silent. She turns to face Maore. "...Maore-sama...ne, watashi-" "Kudasai. Don't waste time saying what you've already said 1000 times over." The supposed double finally stands from the table, and comes face to face with Meora. "You need to go back. Go back and live, as always." "...G...Gomenasai, Maore-sama....w-watashi..." Meora can't stop herself from shaking in front of herself, because in truth....Maore isn't herself. "...Onee-sama. Yamete." Maore holds a graceful smile, filled with almost a grave sort of peace, on her face. She pulls Meora into a hug. "You couldn't do anything. It was my destiny to die for you in that warm, peaceful chamber of life...you were the only one meant to be born, always. Nothing you could have consciously done...not even if you held the same awareness then somehow as you have now...nothing would have changed, onee-sama." "...Hai..." Meora admits unhappily. "I'm fine, though...being able to take care of you from here is more than I could have wished for. So, go on, then. Sayonara, onee-sama....aishiteru." After all is said and done, Meora is numbly aware of herself being picked up and supported by someone. When she opens her eyes, she can faintly catch the scent of Morgan around her from her cat-like senses. Meora smirks a bit. "Ah...gomene, Morgan-chan. I hope I didn't do anything too stupid under that little brat's control. It's regretful I had to stay out of it like that....feel like I missed out on a lot of the fun...hehe..." "We take over amusement parks and looooots of other places!" Clancy grins. "It's so we can have fun with a large amount of people, and maybe have a grand feast, too!" Amber claps her hands together cheerfully. The two turn to Karl to listen to what he's saying, and return his hug enthusiastically. "Heck yeah! We've never met anyone as fun as you who wasn't a shadow already!" Clancy nods. "Welllll....except for Master Insanity." Amber points out. "I mean, after all, he's the pure embodiment of insanity itself~!" Nimika is more than happy to leave the shadows behind as she continues following her demon guide to the council. She takes note of how extravagant the shining dome they're heading up towards is, and just barely catches the rest of her guide's words. She smirks a bit. "My, you flatter me, sir. Though, I'll admit, there's more than one reason that I'm the Master's head representative and employee." Nimika giggles slightly in reply to the demon's comment on her looks. She also nods at the rest of his advice, "Yes, yes...I'm sure I can do wonders for these people, and so can the Master..."

The Many Mysteries of Lavenshade Mansion ~*Fantasy RP with Ghosts*~

Myriatte is in the middle of cackling laughter when she hears a presence behind her. She turns around, but before she can do anything, she's hit in the head with Fred's spatula. Everything slows down for the cult leading girl as she feels herself fall towards the floor. While her eyelids close, she swears that she's surrounded by water, and that it's filling up her lungs...again...
"...Will...I'm...drowning again..." She murmurs quietly before collapsing completely. She tries to hang onto her consciousness for as long as possible, while her arm and eyes revert to their more human-like state. In this strange limbo, Myriatte becomes vaguely aware of a large figure picking her up and carrying her out of the basement. Out of the dark water...
"...Hah...I knew you'd..save me again, Will..." Myriatte carries a light, almost innocent smile on her face before passing out completely.
Meanwhile, the portals that Myriatte opened up for her "tadpole" followers have not closed yet, as she never commanded them to. Her demon minions are still hopping out in a steady stream, though without her strong presence and command there in the room, fewer decide to leap out and attack, or try to follow after Makoto.
Minako takes advantage of these continuous cult follower demons, grabbing them up and devouring them with a ravenous quickness. After satiating her own appetite, she notices Makoto leaving with Myriatte, who, at this point, Minako has connected with being a food source from animalistic instinct. Minako roars again, gets down on all fours, and bounds past everyone to follow Myriatte's trail.
"No!" Ellysa growls. She turns to look over everyone still in the basement. "Come on, then! We've got to go after them! We have to figure out how to get our friends back, right?! Just as that girl said earlier, before we fought Yorugiro: No one gets left behind willingly!" The enthusiastic angel raises her sword again, and charges up the stairs from the basement to the ground floor.
"Agh!"
"Abernathy? Are you quite alright?"
In the middle of traversing the stairs, Abernathy has just made a sharp stop, and is now clutching his head. Yolani floats at his side with a concerned look.
"I'm fine...though, it feels as if someone just hit me in the head. What;s more, I feel a little drowsy as well..." Abernathy frowns. "It's not too much for me to have to stop, but-"
The two ghosts both stop and turn to look back down the stairs when they hear the mighty whooshing of wings below them, coming out of the basement. Abernathy floats back down in a hurry, able to just catch a glimps of Makoto and a limp Myriatte speedily flying away. Abernathy is startled.
"M-Myriatte...!" He mumbles. "Was...was she dead...? No...not possible..."
"Abernathy." Yolani comes up behind him and places a gentle hand on his reptilian shoulder. "Go on after them. You know I can handle Negloria...she is my sister, after all."
"...Alright then, Mistress Yolani." Abernathy nods. He tips his hat to the young lady, then hastens off after Makoto and Myriatte. Yolani smiles warmly, then turns to go back up the stairs, towards Negloria's usual location...
Negloria slowly turns at the sound of the voice near her. She notices Lilly, but doesn't say a thing. The small girl lowers herself back onto the ground from her chair carefully, then makes her way over to the left wall of the room. A poster made of torn, slightly yellowed paper is tacked precariously onto the wall with a bent screw, as if someone, having nothing else to hang up this precious poster with, desperately tried to make use of the screw in the place of a nail. The odd thing is, there are only 7 N's on the poster, all different colors, lined up vertically on the paper. One is crossed out.
".....Why..." Negloria whispers almost inaudibly, looking up at the poster. Her empty-looking lavender eyes have been filled with bitter memory and despair.

The poster looks like this-

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The Aftermath- Dark (as in genre, not pokemon type) Pokemon RP

Aruba now stands atop the mountain that holds the base of the Revolutioneers within it. She ended up making her way to the top to ponder her next move, after staying with her imprisoned daughter for a bit longer. Aruba stared out into the distance, arms folded across her chest and cape fluttering in the wind. She closes her eyes with a long, drawn-out sigh. "They want me to go down there and fight again..." Aruba murmurs to herself. "...But, really...is it worth it...?" she pauses on the thought, then shakes her head quickly. "No, no. I can't think that way...not yet. I have to focus on getting Tatakumei out first. Then I can have my freedom of thought." Aruba glares down at the land before her, and begins racing down towards the bottom, and into the depths of the forest. "Heh..." In the background, peeking out from the rocks, a familiar Zoroark grins. "Right behind you, Aruba..." Darkclaw snickers, and starts silently racing down after the Lucario. "Ah, good to here. Guess I might be able to throw a bit of trust your way, then." Sephie snickers at Lucas. She nods towards Sha. "Nice to meet you as well. I'm Sephie, and I'm too lazy to say all of these guys' names over again, so they can introduce themselves if they feel like it. That being said, onward, team, towards that lovely tune~..." Sephie starts following the music, and her band of Pokemon follows her closely. They get closer to the music, up until they start hearing other noises. Noises like pokemon moves being used, and someone asking a possible intruder questions. "Hmm...a battle?" Sephie murmurs. She turns back to her group of Pokemon. "Alright guys, go scout the-huh?....Um...guys, where's Euphoria?" Each pokemon in Sephie's group goes a bit pale, and starts looking around frantically. "Hiiii guys~! I fouuuund you~!" Further ahead, Euphoria has already made her way onto the scene, tracking down the sounds of interrogation, which lead her straight to Serph. At the recognition of a fighting-type pokemon, her already-disconcerting grin grows wider. "Are you evil? Do I need to...play with you...?" Euphoria asks with a giggle, which slowly builds up to a crazed laugh. A glow starts surrounding her body, and it looks as if she's about to unleash a super-powered Moonblast. The large pink orb of light forms above her head, and is ready to crash straight into Serph- "Nope." Suddenly, everything is put to a halt as Euphoria is surrounded by a new light energy, this one being purple-ish pink. It floats her in the air, and cancels out her Moonblast in seconds. "AWWW!" Euphoria whines. "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO-" "Euphoria, we don't know if they deserve such a fate." The owner of the psychic energy, the ghost of a shiny Meowstic, steps forward. "Sephie told us to scout. Not kill. Yet." "I knoooowwww..." Euphoria groans, her ears and ribbon-feelers drooping with disappointment. "Here, Euphie. Why don't you go back and tell Sephie what is going on? I shall stay and watch...after all, I'm already dead. Not much else can happen to me, should things grow coarse..." Sachiko smiles lightly, a rare sight. Euphoria nods sadly in agreement. Sachiko releases the Sylveon from her telekinetic hold, and Euphoria runs back to report to Sephie. Sachiko stands where she is, turning silently back to Serph and Jean to watch them with a keen eye. Mystarii, Electricia, and Rythian pick up on the increasing noise near them in the forest. "We should go see what all the fuss is about..." Electricia murmurs. "Yeah! And see what we can steal!" Mystarii grins. "Ugh..." Rythian shakes his head again, and starts moving cautiously towards the music and pseudo-battle noises. "Follow me, then. At the very least, don't get yourselves into unnecessary trouble. I know how much you seem to love doing that, but-" "WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' HERE, BANDITS?!" Electricia runs off ahead with a determined grin, holding her top hat so it doesn't fly off. "What did I just-?!" Rythian can't continue before Mystarii climbs a tree and start's pursuing her friend, jumping from branch to branch. "Sorry Ry! That's just too boring!" Mystarii teases from a distance." Rythian lets out a heaving sigh, trudging after the two rambunctious Scattered pokemon. On his way closer to the scene, he notices Aqua, and smiles lightly. "Hello there."

The Many Mysteries of Lavenshade Mansion ~*Fantasy RP with Ghosts*~

Well they can just highlight it...

@TheGodofTacos

XD I know. Even still, it gives off the feeling of secrecy~ Like you're trying to decode a message...

The Many Mysteries of Lavenshade Mansion ~*Fantasy RP with Ghosts*~

The facts are hidden in the messages He is falling apart from the inside.

@TheGodofTacos

Aha ;3 I had thought maybe it had something to do with that. Funny, how we had the same idea <w< I considered using darker, harder to see colors when giving out small or subliminal secrets for the mystery...