Savage Boundaries [Invite]

we paint white roses red, each shade from a different person's head

The last thing that you'd hope to encounter when you return from a long, exhausting journey from your homeland, is to encounter your beloved home destroyed, and about to be erased from the face of earth entirely. Corpses of Rune Knights and Savage Skull members lying all around, now an even more terrifying aura of silence and death surrounded the already scary Savage Skull Guild Hall, now most of it destroyed, the fortress down. A few days had passed since Janna had managed to return from Bellum; she had literally been forced to return to her birth place and seek her beloved father, the only one who could help her. Something bad was happening to the Philospher's Stone, and although she could sense the problem, the ReQuipper had absolutely no clue what was the issue, much less how to solve it. Although she knew certain things about Alchemy, this mysterious science which permitted her creation, the Artificial Human's knowledge was no match to her father's, hence why she needed his help. She had been gone for roughly a month; after all, the journey from Fiore to Bellum was rather long. Yet in the Month she had been away, in the month she had left Savage Skull in somebody else's hands, everything had went to hell.

Hands on the desk, rising from her seat, the strawberry blonde-haired woman stared at the documents regarding the Rune Knight invasion, frowning. They had came to Savage Skull seeking to destroy the guild and capture her and her members, so they could execute them or throw them in jail. Why attack it, then, while Janna was out of town? They wanted her head, so why attack the guild when one of their main objectives was not in reach? It all lacked logic; and Janna had trouble understanding illogical thing. Although she was an insanely rational being, she also had a side of hers that was completely nuts. That's how she was; rational, yet about as psychotic as everyone else in the Guild. Spending nearly two years of her life in this wretched place had affected her way more, than she had anticipated. Oh well, some madness was always good. Life is no fun, if all an individual is, is rational.

Shoving the documents off of the desk, Janna let her small body fall on the comfortable chair behind her, succumbing in the silence of the half-destroyed circular guildmaster's office. How had they fallen so low. How had Savage Skull permitted such atrocities to be done to their guildhall. Janna blamed herself for the accident, though. It was her fault. This wouldn't have happened if Harrigan was still a Guild Master. She, foolish creature, had left the Guild without supervision for a month, and a disaster had happened. If only she had been there to save her Guild...

Before she could succumb more into thoughts and anger, a blinding light made her return to the real world forcefully. Looking up in surprise, the Savage Skull Guildmaster placed a hand in front of her eyes in order to shield them somewhat from the blinding light. The fact she had supperior senses to those that most humans had was a blessing, yet often a curse as well. Her sight in dark locations was much, much better than a normal human's, yet when there was a blinding light... She suffered a lot. Without hesitating for a second, the blonde jumped out of her seat, throwing her chair backwards in the hurry and ran towards the exit, rushing out of the office through the broken door, swiftly dodging the debris in her path and elegantly making her way to the outside, curses leaving her soft lips. It was impossible that this light was a good thing. For all she knew, it was either the Gods trying to abduct her once more and screw the entire situation even more, or some insane holy attack that had as an objective erasing the Savage Skull Guildhall and all the documents on the inside from the face of Earthland. In summary, this light was bad, regardless what it was. Very bad.  

And Janna was right. Jumping outside of the Guildhall, she encountered herself in front of the majestic, yet demolished castle that was occupied by the members of Savage Skull, the place many of them called "home". The light still blinding her, Janna thanked the gods that she had learned through practice how to run on high heels and not trip every two seconds, because in situations like this, it was insanely useful. She'd probably have to consider a change of outfit, now that we're on the topic; her main outfit, the one she wore now, basically consisted in a red mini-skirt,  black cardigan over a white dress shirt, unbuttoned enough to expose the top of her black-and-red bra, a long tie loosely dangles around her neck, equal parts black and white, with a red "X" in a circle at the point where the colors meet, and, of course, her mid-sized black boots with platform heels and red laces. Her outfit was revealing and juvenile, more fitting to a school girl, a sixteen or seventeen years old troubled teen girl, and not a malicious, dark guild master, who didn't even know how many years she had lived, if she had lived centuries, decades, and so forth. But Janna was not going to change it. She liked how juvenile and innocent she looked dressed like that, which, combined with the fact that she always styled her hair in two pigtails made her simply look look like the most innocent being ever. It was fun to see people think she's innocent, seconds before she made their head roll on the floor, separated from their neck.

Back to the issue at hand, though. Making her way through the blinding light, Janna finally got out of the radius of the enormous beam of light, cursing. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up, her eyes meeting with an even worse panorama; hundreds of Rune Knights were marching towards the Savage Skull, determined to finish off what they had begun. Leading them was Colonel Dumont, a savage smile adorning her lips.

Now that's what I call a sore loser. Several days ago, Janneline had threathened to erase her and her entire family from the face of Earth if she didn't retire her troops and herself. What a majestic error she had made leaving her alive. However, life had offered the Savage Skull Guild Master an option to fix her mistake. As the troops approached the Blonde haired mage, the smile on Janna's face grew.

She was alone. There were hundreds of Rune Knights...

Hundreds of objectives for her swords to impale.

I see you're back, muffin. Missed me too much? I suppose the Rune Knights aren't exactly smart. I told you that I'd use your blood as paint if you returned. It's a shame that you thought my threat was a simple book reference.

Without awaiting a response from the Colonel, Janna simply crossed her arms, a bright, golden magic circle appearing beneath her slim feet. Emmiting a bright light, about as bright as the one that was surrounding the guildhall, the light engulfed Janna, only to dissapear seconds ago. Yet, it was obvious that the apparition of the light wasn't just a show. The revealing, juvenile outfit Janna wore before, when she made her appearance before the Colonel had dissapeared, exchanged with an elegant outfit, a tiara adorning the head of the Savage Skull Guild Master, a mysterious weapon in her hand. Her hair down, it fell on her back like a waterfall of light, an arrogant smile on the homunculus' lips. It's been so long since I last sacrificed a human being to Diana. I believe it's finally time for a new sacrifice. A massive one.