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    Failure, Too, Is A Form of Death [Marceline, Raiza, Vlad]

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    Post by Guest 25th November 2016, 9:24 am

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    Post by Guest 25th November 2016, 11:34 am


    Marceline Anicetus
    The Black Blood Brotherhood was an association of men and women alike, who searched out other men and women that could potentially harm the workings of a city or even a country. It was a small guild to begin with, but many of their actions have proven the society to be much more dangerous and potent than a person thought. This was the first time Marceline Anicetus had even heard of such a community and she wasn’t all that impressed that they were looking for help. If they were as big and bad as they were making themselves out to be, then the brotherhood wouldn’t need the help they were seeking out. They wouldn’t be afraid to confront the public eye even after their supposed “mistakes” that caused them to force people to work in groups. Yet, here they were, looking for the help of guildless and dark magi alike in order to bring down their next target, whoever that happened to be. However, the job paid for a lot of jewels, something that grabbed Marceline’s eyes when she was reading over the wanted ad.


    As long as the job, itself, had good pay, she wouldn’t hesitate to wander out into the public’s eye to get what was needed done, done. It sounded harsh and horrible, but Marcy wasn’t someone who would do weak-willed people’s work without some sort of decent pay. One-hundred grand for the death of the representative was enough for Marceline to go seeking out another member of her guild to help her. Seeing as the job was that of S-rank, a whole rank above her own, she wasn’t able to simply wander off and do the job on her own. To her, a job as simple as killing a representative and his family appeared easy enough, but perhaps, it was the bodyguards that would prove difficult? Whatever the reason being for this job to be such a high rank as it was, she wouldn’t be allowed to go on it until someone came with her. Luckily enough, she had managed to find someone who was willing to help her out on the mission and it wouldn’t be long before they were out in Era.


    Their job had four different objectives and if she had read them correctly, each one was destined to be harder than the next. The first part of their job was to find the home of the representative and his family that was located somewhere in Era. Unfortunately, the Black Blood Brotherhood didn’t provide specifics of where the house was located or what it even looked like. So, finding Thompson’s home was going to be a tad bit harder than Marceline would have ever liked it to have been, but it wasn’t a setback either. Standing in the streets of Era, the woman’s blue gaze wandered over the scenery, taking in the extravagance of the city. At the very center of this magnificent city was none other than the domed building of the Magic Council resting atop a mountain. She had never been this close to the Magic Council and her skin crawled at the thought of being so close to the massive structure.


    She breathed in deeply and tried not to focus on the fact that she was a wanted magus in the eyes of the Magic Council and was this close to them. The inkling feeling of the Magic Council knowing who she was, however, ran down her spine over and over again in a myriad of tingling sensations. Marcy didn’t like it in the least bit, but she figured with the ability to transform into whoever she so happened to wish to transform into, it wouldn’t be an issue. They would never know who she was as long as she was able to keep her magical presence at bay while she was in the city. That, though, was a lot harder than it was going to be for her, but not as difficult as it would have been before she was able to control her magic. Turning her gaze from the castle-like building of the Magic Council, Marceline closed her eyes and breathed in deeply to regain her focus. Her blue eyes gained a faint white glow around the irises, allowing her to access the spiritual realm invisible to the naked eye.


    Spirits of both the past, present, and future intermingled with one another, but acted as if the other was not able to see the next. They gave passing glances toward Marceline, though never once truly acknowledged that the woman was staring into their realm. Her gaze wandered over the spirits that were there until she was able to pinpoint a spirit that was located partially into the future. A smirk drew across her lips and she blinked her eyes, drawing herself out of the spiritual realm and back into the one of the living. It didn’t give her much information about the task at hand, but she was able to know that they would succeed in their mission. Now, all they had to do was assure in finding the building and escaping with the captives before they were able to escape on their own. How they were meant to do that, they would simply have to figure that out when the time came, for now, it was just a hunt.


    Any idea on where the house could be located?” Marceline interrupted the silence, staring around at the buildings full of shops and various apartments. “The only information that we have is that his daughter is six years old and that she’d be a good asset for some future workings. Other than that, the Black Blood Brotherhood gave very little to no details on where we could even begin the search for the representative. It’s not like we could just find them meandering around the city doing who knows what for their day to day routine or whatever they do.” Marceline’s blue optics gazed at the passersby as she quieted down on her mini rant and watched as they went about their day. Sometimes, she wished she was normal, normal in the sense that she was a living, breathing creature and not whatever she happened to be. “You would think that this would be the easiest of the objectives to complete, but with no other information, we’d be checking every house in the city.

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    Post by Fair 25th November 2016, 6:43 pm

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    For an organization known to be quite dangerous and warned of a lot, the Black Blood Brotherhood wasn’t courageous enough to tackle this task on their own, requesting for outside help, specifically the help of mages. It wasn’t their first time requesting help like this, since they had mentioned that this was ‘another job’ they wanted done. Except for the fact that she wanted money and infamy, there was no other reason for Nirvana to have accepted this offer. What made it slightly more tempting was the fact that she had the chance of killing a child. Tightening the bow that she wore in her hair, Vana stepped out of her bedchamber and marched outside, ready to travel to Era with her copy of the job sheet rolled in her hand. It was a fine day, a fine day to kill a family. Suddenly she could feel a warm breeze kiss her figure as she commenced her journey.

    Tracking down a representative’s house would have been difficult if Vana didn’t have some knowledge on the matter that she gained during her previous adventures. She had never caused trouble around these areas, though, of course, otherwise she would have been turned into dust by the rune knights circling the ward like vultures looking for a chance at getting their captain (senpai) to notice them, who was probably doing something that wasn’t related to their job in any way. Nirvana had gone on a hunt in Era, in which she just had to find where certain people lived, and not do anything to them, although she wanted to, quite badly. But of course, given her position (a single dark wizard of average skill level right in the middle of the city swarming with Rune Knights), she knew better than not to test her luck. Actually even luck couldn’t save her. Only common sense could.

    This job partner who Vana was accompanying was a complete stranger, other than being a guildmate she had no clue what kind of a person Marceline could turn out to be. She could be some psychotic furry for all she knew. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what the girl looked like because she’d seen her around in the guild. “This is torture,” she mumbled to herself as she wasn’t very fond of walking, fastening her pace to their meeting point. “Alright, let’s get going,” she told Marceline, whom she could distinguish from the others in the area because as mentioned, she had seen her before. She began to lead them in a through a ward where the rats usually hid, but you couldn’t tell unless you’ve done ratty things, right here in Era. You couldn’t pick apart vermin, unless you were part of them. So it would appear as a very normal neighborhood, with some kids out in the streets playing some games with some rubber ball, adding to the ‘ordinary’ aspect of the place. That was when Marceline questioned how they could possibly find the representative’s house when all they knew was the fact that his daughter was six years of age and that she could be useful.

    “You can count on ya girl right here to find out from her ‘friends’,” she scoffed, making quotation marks with her fingers when she said ‘friends’. She took Marceline up one of the apartment buildings. Sadly it only had stairs and smelled really bad, so hopefully she didn’t mind. “Kinda smelly up here, I know,” Vana would say, holding her breath a few times until she reached the sixth floor, stopping and ringing the bell at one of the two doors on the floor. “Cowbells,” she said into the intercom. It was the password that gave her access, so unless it was updated very recently she could get in using that. Still, her ‘friend’ would recognize her voice and check through the camera and let her through anyway. Sticking up the finger at the camera in case that was the case, Vana only waited a few seconds, but before the door opened, she would turn to Marceline and say, “Yo, by the way, don’t say your real name. In fact, it’s best if you don’t say anything. Act like you’re mute.”

    All of this was clearly unplanned, but for the sake of finding out where our friend Thomas lived, Vana decided to use what source she had since she didn’t feel like knocking on every door in Era. A few seconds after she told Marceline to keep her real name a secret, the door creaked open and a familiar voice greeted them. “I knew it was you. It’s not cowbells anymore, it’s-” That’s when the familiar face focused on Marceline, a guest who she couldn’t just share their new password with. “Er, come in first. And introduce me to your friend,” she said instead, before, opening the door wide for the both of them to enter. Marceline could choose to follow them, or wait outside if she preferred to while Vana gathered the information they were there for. If she did follow, the following would continue to happen:

    The owner of the apartment who went by the name ‘Alien’ would ask her assistant to make the visitors some drinks. “So what brings you here Vana? And who is this lovely lady?” asked Alien with a seductive look towards Marceline, which Vana tried to break by coughing. Waving a hand at Kitten, the assistant, who was the actual mute, asking them if they wanted coffee, tea, soda or water using a board that had the options listed on it. Kitten would leave with a bow. “Okay you seem serious and in a hurry, what do you need?” The tone changed, and Vana was glad it took quicker than she had expected.

    “She’s from the guild I work for. Her name’s Elaine and she’s mute but she’s got some sick powers so don’t mess. We’re tackling a job right now,” she started, tossing the job sheet she had at Alien, who scanned it very quickly so that Vana could resume. “I need an address, that’s basically it. Representative Thomas? He lives with his family and has a six year old daughter.” Vana was mentally praying to whatever God there was, that Alien had the information she was after. The redhead made a confused look, thought for a while, then shook her head and placed the sheet on the table in front of them. “Fuck,” said Vana, her brain turning into the void as she felt like she had failed the job entirely.

    “Nah, I’m just messing. Kitty, do you thing,” said Alien with a chuckle. This caused Vana to throw her a dirty look and then a smirk at Marceline. Kitten brought a piece of paper that had the address on it, which she handed to Vana. The dark sorceress stood up, gesturing for Marceline to do the same as she shoved the address away.

    “Thanks homegirl, I know you got my back,” Vana said and then added, “I’ll come again in a while,” before stepping out of the apartment. Once they were outside again, she would say, “Alright, now we just have to hope our boy Thomas isn’t out for a fancy lunch.” Laughing, she brought out the piece of paper and began to navigate through Era with Marceline.

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    Post by Guest 26th November 2016, 8:00 pm


    Marceline Anicetus
    Marceline blinked and calmly stared at Nirvana as an array of strange language and lingo flooded out of her mouth. As old as she was, as for how many millennia she had lived through, she never once changed her state of language since her preteen years. Hearing that odd modern dialogue was something that took her aback, had her studying her job partner for a while longer. The words of the other woman flew over her head as for means of being paid attention to, her mind reeling with the off sentences. Looking away from Nirvana, Marcy blinked her eyes a few times, then nodded her head, following after the woman's footsteps. She was brought through a rundown neighborhood, a place she had never been to before or enjoyed the sights of. In fact, it reminded her a lot of the peasants' homes out in the country land of her old home, places she barely visited because of their grunge look.

    Her gaze swept over the children playing ball in their yard or out in the streets with the older children of the neighborhood. Slightly pointed ears caught the high-pitched laughter of children as girls screamed and boys chased after them to bully their sisters. Torn away from the simple life of the peasants of the modern world, Marceline was led up a flight of stairs to a home that looked like rubble. She stood quietly behind Nirvana as she spoke the word "cowbell" and waited until the door had jarringly creaked open with a horrid sound. Words were exchanged, but like the advice that had been given to her earlier, Marcy only kept her lips shut and followed orders. Normally, she wasn't one to do such a thing, but seeing as she wasn't familiar with this neighborhood, it was best to just sit still and look pretty. Stepping into the home of Nirvana's "friends," Marcy gaze instantly went to scoping out the scenery to see what it was like.

    Disgusting. Wrinkling her noise at both the horrid decor and the ratty smell of the building, Marcy brought her gaze back to Alien and Kitten. While Nirvana wove out a lie of who she was, it was quite clear who the true mute of the house was and it was certainly not her. Glancing away from Kitten, Marceline plopped down onto one of the available seats and patiently waited for Nirvana to finish. She didn't necessarily like not being able to talk, but now that her capabilities were lied about, she couldn't say a damn thing. Heaving a heavy sigh, the woman dangled one arm over the back of the chair and used her other hand to rest her head. Her wanton blue gaze stared longingly out the rustic window of the home as her job partner chatted away with her "friends." Most certainly, this was the boring part of the mission, the part that would drone out the longest until the good stuff arrived.

    At long last, the little escapade was over and she was beckoned to stand up, unwillingly doing so as Nirvana headed to the door. Marcy's gaze momentarily flickered toward Alien and Kitten, but was dropped the moment she exited the door with Vana. The second she was out of the door, the woman shot a glare toward Nirvana and quickly headed down the stairs. "Thomas isn't out and about," she stated, as if she was fully and capably aware of what the representative was currently doing. "Now that we have the needed information, we don't exactly have to worry about the man being anywhere else but home. If so, we just waltz into his home, take his wife and daughter and send him a little message; he'd be at our door in a jiffy." A smirk played across her lips as she glanced back to Nirvana, "now, where does old Mr. Thompson live anyway?"

    With no response from Nirvana, however, Marceline just let the woman take the led and bring her through Era to the representative's home. The street they would come upon was not one of desolate nature, not in the least bit; it was a rather busy street full of wealthy homes and children. However a select few children were out in their yards playing, likely due to their stuck up parents not wanting them to get oxygen poisoning. Marcy frowned at that thought, recollecting how she had died of such a thing many, many millennia ago to even care to count now. Dying wasn't something she really liked, but how she found killing living beings off so easily was something entirely different. She came to pause a dainty, yet mansion-like home of egg shell hue and charcoal-topped roofing with little windows of painted purple shudders. A rather disappointing home to look at, but they weren't here to buy houses, they were here to snatch the family living in it.

    "You get the mother and child, I get the representative?" she inquired momentarily, staring at Nirvana for acknowledgement and acceptance. Once given the information, the woman dispersed into a cloud of ash, snaking her way through the gates of the mansion. Getting to the doors was easy for her, being the undetectable, invisible Nether that her magic allowed her to turn into. It was getting inside of the building and getting all of the household out from under the noses of the bodyguards that would be the issue. Two stood valiantly at the doors of the mansion, each had their hands clasped into the other as they stood stick-straight like men in black. They were men in black as far as she was aware, but really these men took the idea of bodyguard too damn seriously. Popping into her natural state again, the woman put on a fake appearance and gathered her bearings as she walked to the porch.

    "Excuse me!" she chimed out, calling to gain the attention of the two men at the door, approaching them cautiously. To Nirvana, she may have looked partially insane talking to the guards of the mansion they were meant to kidnap from. However, she had all of the intent of her actions held in her mind, giving the two men a soft smile of helplessness and innocence. "I appear to be lost. Is this the Thompson's home? I'm a relative of Thomas Thompson and I stopped by to give a little visit to my niece." The men instinctively barred her entry into the building, but with their attention drawn away from their surroundings, Nirvana would be able to sneak in elsewhere. How long would she be able to keep up the charade was something of entirely different matter and she would only worry about when the time came. "Oh, there's not need to do that! I swear upon my life that I'm a relative of Thomas and I truly mean no harm. My name is Cecilia Thompson..."

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    Post by Fair 29th November 2016, 9:58 pm

    i see my dinner
    Marceline didn’t seem too familiar or impressed by the hood, which was to be expected. She didn’t look like she would even enjoy being in the company of the likes of Alien or Kitten for more than a few minutes, which was a good thing, because if she actually liked their company and wanted to be a part of the rats then it would be a bit difficult seeing how Vana had lied to Alien’s face about Marceline’s identity. It was not the biggest deal of course, she could just explain later, but the idea of her lying so easily could lead to Alien questioning the trust between them. That wasn’t something she would want right now. But it was still forgivable, seeing how Vana - other than doing dirty jobs with them - was also part of a guild called Grim Heresy and she took jobs as a wizard in it. It was more like her official identity, even though both of what she did were illegal in the eyes of the Council, not like she gave a fuck or anything. After all, it was her life and she did what she did to earn a living, whether legal or not.

    Her partner seemed to be confident with the fact that Thomas was home, but Vana always had a this doubtful mindset about things like that. “We don’t know that for sure,” she replied to her when she said that Thomas was not ‘out and about’. The language that Marceline used amused Vana for sure. It was as if she was talking to someone who came from a history book. Maybe she was actually that old. Maybe she sold her soul to the devil for this kind of thing, but it definitely was amusing to her. Marceline seemed to want to look at the address that Alien gave Vana but the teenager knew what she was doing, and didn’t bother because she was familiar with these parts. She had been here to do other things before and of course, nothing legal. People around these parts were either filthy rich or unnecessarily important. For example that one celebrity who was famous for doing literally nothing, but her family was funding several government projects and that was literally the only reason that they were appreciated. So they were allowed to live together with the other ‘important’ people of the goddamned country of Fiore.

    Once they reached the house, Vana could see that Marceline was disappointed with the design of the house, which she could relate to. “Yeah rich people don’t know what they’re doing with their money,” she said, upon noticing this. They weren’t exactly in front of the house, but they could see it. Vana stopped exactly a foot from where the security cameras would start recording and pulled Marceline so she wouldn’t get caught on camera too, which was when she would announce a deal about who gets who. “Damn, I thought we were going to have to go through some stupid negotiation about this but I like this deal,” Vana replied with a very satisfied grin. She didn’t even actually care if Marceline decided to take the mother too because Vana just wanted to kill the child. She liked killing children because they literally have a entire future ahead of them. The feeling of having destroyed what could have been one bright future, and the hope of two sad old bums with their lives wasted doing nothing useful. It felt good. Especially when they were unsuspecting. Most of them thought she was going to play with them, not their lives.

    At this moment, Vana would shift into her undetectable form, an assembly of light particles that were invisible to the naked eye. She hoped that Marceline would get the signal and do something similar so that they could infiltrate the house without causing a ruckus. And that was when the unexpected happened. Vana basically had no idea what Marceline was capable of with her magic so she came to think that it had something to do with shapeshifting or something? Because she literally turned into someone else before her very own eyes. Sadly she couldn’t speak in the form that she was now, so Vana tried to scream at her through her thoughts, which was obviously not going to work but she tried anyways. ‘Holy shit what are you doing!? Are you going to walk up to-- oh my god, you’re going to walk up to him! What are you thinking, woman! Oh that’s not all, you’re going to lie to him! What about lie detectors!? What if they’re using lie detectors!?’ She kept screaming in her head but Marceline couldn’t hear her, of course. She felt like facepalming, but she couldn’t do such a thing in this state now.

    However, she might have just given Vana a chance at passing any detectors that detected over-concentration of light (which would logically be seen by the naked eye, but you see we are involving magic in this shit). Well she wouldn’t be passing them of course, but causing a distraction to anyone who might be looking at them. Vana took this chance to immediately pass through the little spaces in the gate and was now in the compound of the Thompsons. ‘Nice, now where to check first?’ she wondered before entering the house and then going up the stairs for starters. The first floor was empty, which she noticed on her way upstairs of course, but she could hear something coming from the first room on her left on the second floor. She could already which one was the kid’s room with all the pink decorations and silly pictures hanged all over the first door to the right of the stairs. ‘Nice,’ she thought with a mental grin. She was right in front of her dinner’s room, because at the end of the day, she was going to kill it and eat it. Sounds gory, doesn’t it? Welcome to Nirvana’s life.

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    Are You Blind? (passive): Whenever light is present, Vana can transform into light particles (with the intensity of the light that she is channeling, usually the sun or the moon and stars) which cannot be seen by the naked eye, and move around in this state. With the use of this ability, she has the power to slip through small spaces to places she could not access before. In battle, however, she is granted intangibility. Neither physical or magical attacks will have any effects on her while she loses the ability to attack or use spells herself. However, any passive spells or abilities activated before will remain effective. When used in a battle, this lasts for 3 posts and has a cooldown of 5 posts.


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    Post by Raiza 1st December 2016, 9:21 pm

    ooc: While oocly I'm SS. In character this will be prior to leaving GH for all plot references. Still A-rank though



    A smile dictated the fact the figure within the shadows was either Happy or amused. The snicker that followed only drew in the eerie cold that followed the sound of the hushed footsteps. A presence within Era began with but just a single step inside the shadows. Lingering within Era while keeping his own magical presence at the bare minimum. Despite him wishing to launch a full scale explosive strike against the capital here and now, Raiza yet still kept to his own plan to aid his guildmate, and closest friend 'Marceline' in this job. Speaking of the job, it highly both impressed and unimpressed him. The black blood brotherhood was supposed to be an organization well above this sort of thing. Hiring mages to do their dirty work made Raiza feel something had happened for them to start needing aid. A mystery he could uncover at a later date, or destroy if they were just a colossal waste of time. Oh well, the pay was supposed to be good at the very least. It was an S-class job after all.

    Speaking of on the job, Raiza had been participating in jobs with Marceline off and on now, and this time it wasn't a planned group. Instead he simply heard of the job, and decided to try and provide some help to the matter. What ever 'help' that could be. Though the time would come to see how effective the dark mage could be, but for now Raiza only crept closer to his destination. Each step within the shadows lead him closer. The figure slowly entering the shadows of the wall near Era, and traveling to the closest within, bypassing the rune knight guards that were in there. A chuckle escaping his mouth as he looked around the corner from a building not even a block from the guards. Killing them now would be way too easy. In fact, if he were to do that now it would only cause trouble. Who knew exactly what or how Marceline was doing right about now on the job. A death causing the guards to flood to the scene could possibly make the job harder on her.

    Which would be counter productive to what he exactly wanted to happen. A sigh escaping after having stepped back into the shadows, moving in closer but not before a strange crystal object was placed tactically near the gate, and set to sky explosion variable. He had arrived in Era slightly later, not having as advanced of a travel as Marceline, which he did wonder how far they had progressed already. An interesting turn of events though when he began to reform from the shadows, keeping a careful and watchful eye on the events unfolding. Watching Marceline do distraction work while the other guild mate had wandered inside the house. A smart plan seeing as if Marceline would have done the kidnapping then the kidnapped ones would die on the way out. Though those guards no doubt would die soon if they got too close too. An interesting twist really. He was now only a couple blocks away while he kept to the stealth approach and instead an object was pulled out from his hoodie. a crystal like appearance with a skull that Raiza began to twist before dropping inside of a nearby trash can within the allyway. A simple 'sky' explosive charge that'd he'd use remotely when the time was right with the hand held detonator. With both charges secured in tactical spots, to prevent others from trying to follow a decent escape route Raiza had planned out.

    His grin turning rather terrifyingly eerie at this time as the man finally stepped completely out from the ground, but in reality he was actually stepping out from the shadow while yet remainin on top and hidden within. He was now within quite a close distance, across the street to be exact as his figure began to show as the blanket of shadow had began to at least reveal him a little. His wild flowing blonde hair came first before his crystalline blue eyes could be seen at all. From the shadows the lean muscular physique came next, clothed with a red hooded jacked and black pants. The man known as Raiza's newest appearance, one that had only happened after the 'change' into what he was now. A smile appeared on his face as he remained stationary, observing while staying out of sight, keeping his head low the matter, only extending his magic out to make sure Marceline knew he was there, just watching, waiting on a cue for him to act before retracting his magic.

    So far, he had two bombs placed, and the remote detonator handy in case it was needed, or even if he just wanted to troll the living shit out of any guards that tried to follow. After all, that was all sky was good for. Slowing and forcing movement abilities to become quite limiting. A heavy armored guard would be stuck in it for a number of minutes giving someone like Marceline whom had advanced travel, more than enough time to escape. Though even if he had not set up such a thing, he was not about to underestimate the woman who he knew was able to level this entire city, or at least that was Raiza's assumption. Though never does hurt to be sure. Especially because the mission being done right now is a S-class job.

    Despite that, Raiza knew to keep his appearance as it was. The moment Marceline was going to retreat with the kidnapped, then Raiza could make a more 'public' appearance near the town square, securing the exit with the 'package', before he himself would up and vanish to rejoin them. After all, traveling with hostages he could only imagine would be a lot more difficult with people on your trail than one escaping a trail of people. How to do that however could be quite difficult. So possibly Raiza could be used elsewhere and he finally let out another sigh. Instead now he was reforming elsewhere, slowly creeping through the town. If the pair was fetching the child and mother, then it would be his job to fetch the father. Which should not be too...difficult right?

    While Raiza had little information to go on himself, he had at least trailed enough to realize that Mr.Thompson was not home, and the scheduled time he would be arriving home. If anything, Raiza's disappearance from one scene would tell Marceline without any words needing to be said about where he exactly was going. It was not that hard to realize that Mr.Thompson was going to be as easy to find as any political figure. After all a pro-mage like the Thompson family was, meant they would have some form of press following them or at the very least someone would know his location. So, time to stop by the nearest coffee shop. A business politician perhaps would get his coffee there? No. Public eye would be too bad right now for the situation. A lead like that though could not be ignored. Though looking across from where he was, he noticed one of the cashiers in the store was a female. "time to test 'that' magic out then". A sly snicker accompanied with his smile as his body crept back into the shadows, only to re-appear elsewhere

    That elsewhere was within the shadow of the alleyway behind the coffee shop. A simple trick and the door was open and Raiza was already in the back room where he awaited the cashier to appear. It was only moments when she did too. A break perhaps? What ever the reason was. Raiza had appeared behind the woman with no one else around to see what events had transpired behind the closed door, yet Raiza assured the woman she would not be harmed here. Information was all he was seeking, because he needed to 'interview' Mr. Thompson for the most recent bill he was pushing through. The rest of what went on was did not matter. Raiza was keen on torture after all, what mattered was Raiza had gotten the information he required. What Mr.Thompson looked like was not all he learned. The workplace, and where he was had been acquired too. Luckily actually, the information he obtained was that Mr. Thompson was actually on his way home from, as he was actually a frequent visitor, and should be arriving soon to the shop anyways. A smile appeared on Raiza's face as he began to leave through the back door "Speak about this, and you'll die. Stay silent and maybe... I wont need to act out what was discussed earlier"

    After what seemed about ten minutes had passed, Raiza watched the man known as Mr. Thompson finally arrive and leave the shop with no better knowledge of the danger he was in than before. This was good, as the shadows themselves contained Raiza's Malice while he stepped out from the shadows, his hood up covering the top half of his face, and his jacket zipped up as he approached Mr. Thompson from behind and placed an arm around his neck "Oh hey Mr. Thompson its amazing what you're doing I'm a hugeeee fan of your political views, can I get a word with you?" At first it was just a ruse for anyone watching, but Raiza tilted his head and whispered in the man's ear "Play along or your family will die We have your kids and wife, and all we want is you anyways. So this can go the easy or the dramatic way your call... ready? three two one...your turn"

    After Raiza's words, the man only let out a grunted chuckle, trying to play along "Oh, you young-lings getting into politics always make my day. Glad to hear you're so interested in my views. Are you looking to become a politician yourself some day young man?" The rough, yet good enough voice and acting the man was doing was at least satisfactory to Raiza as he began to lead the man down the road slowly. "Yeah, I'm in lamia scale right now, looking to grow in knowledge, but hoping prestigious men like yourself can help me along. Oh hey, lets go down here. My house is really close, I want to show you my recent project too. Would you mind please sir?", although those words were false, that was the last anyone heard from the conversation as the two went down an alleyway no not be seen again. Anyone that followed would no doubt be killed off if Raiza deemed it to be required, but luckily no followers occurred.

    Instead he was able to bind mr. Thompson up, put a gag in his mouth, as well as a sack over his head while he began to drag the man against a wall. "Okay, so, now we wait for my partner to get done" Which Raiza could only hope and anticipate was done with getting the rest of the family. Which by now, he  arrived in the alleyway nearest the house. His aura slowly creeping out as a signal that he was done with fetching his target, or at least for Marceline to make an appearance, sadly telepathy was not a magic Raiza knew, or this would be done. Though he did still have the coin. would doing the incantation now be a thing that summons her directly without consent or... would it just call for her? The unknown risk was too great. Best not to use it... Though that did leave Raiza with another plan all together as he kept his prisoner from moving or making sounds, the plan began to unfold. Slowly making his way to the shadows the alleyway across from the building, Raiza chose to use the pact mark as a communication, 'letting Marceline know he had mr. Thompson caught and ready to meet up somewhere close by. Though the exact location was up to her. Either come to him, or he would tail her to the meeting point. He was ready to move when she did. No response was needed either'. That was all Raiza had to mention or bring up in the pact mark communication before getting ready to move at a moments notice by grabbing the man by the dog leash he was leading him around by currently "Get ready to move again"





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    Post by Guest 21st December 2016, 9:39 pm


    Marceline Anicetus
    From the corner of her eye, Marceline quietly watched as Nirvana shifted and disappeared from her sight to who knows where. It was a similar transformation to her own, shifting into particles of some matter and slowly fading into existence unseeable to the naked eye. Impressive as it was, it made her slightly jealous to see that another person was able to do something quite close to what she was able to do. Perhaps she wanted to be the unique one in this matter, but now that someone else was able to do exactly what she could, it made her just another average being. Descended from the throne of the last kingdom in Sin, it was no doubt she somehow still retained a little bit of a princessy nature. Bigoted and spoiled, in her mind she wanted to be the only one that was able to transform into particles of her respective element. Now wasn’t the time to be whining about such a thing or acting like a child over the issue, though, that must be saved for a later date.

    It was expected of her to continue occupying the guards in front of the doors to the mansion of the representative they were after. While it wasn’t the best of jobs, it was the least she could do, seeing as Nirvana had wandered off by now to slip inside of the home. Besides, Nirvana knew what she was doing in Marceline’s mind, she would be able to handle herself and get inside without too much of an issue. However, this made her the grunt of the job, the expendable person that could be sent in with the expectation they wouldn’t return. The thought made Marceline frown slightly, but quickly change it back to a smile in order to make sure the guards didn’t notice a change in her demeanor. She needed to keep the disguise up if she was to prevent the guards from recognizing even the slightest of threat they posed. Right now, they believed that she was simply the relative of the members of the family or at least that’s what she hoped they believed.

    If she was to somehow break that facade of hers, it could pose to be a lot more of a threat than was necessary for her partner. With only the two of them on the job, it was not something that could be afforded if they were expected to get in and get out. So, for now she would have to keep it up with entertaining the guards, even if it meant get a bit seductive and tempting with them. She didn’t want to go that far, but depending on how long it took for Nirvana to get both the child, mother, and father, who knew. Swallowing a lump down in her throat, Marceline’s gaze flickered lightly between the two guards that loomed in front of the doors, unmoving. They were like statues, it was like she was talking to inanimate objects, expecting them to come alive and come after her. Yet, they merely stood where they were, never blinking, never moving a flinch, not even looking at her as she spoke to them.

    Marceline brushed her hair out of her face, the blonde locks a menacing temptation to the guards as she sweetly looked away from them. She wasn’t aged in appearance; in fact, she looked extremely young to be considered anything other than a cousin to the daughter. Lightly, she leaned forward on her toes and rocked herself backward onto her heels, awkwardly standing place in front of the guards. Why weren’t they doing anything to her? Why were they just standing there and staring into the distance, not even acknowledging her? A small part of her wanted to let out a childish and frustrated ‘humph,’ but she knew that wouldn’t help her in the least bit. Instead, she reached forward and waved a hand in front of one of the guard’s eyes, instantaneously gaining the attention she wanted. His reaction made her smile brightly and take a small step back in order to avoid being hurt by the guard or otherwise injured.

    What are you doing on the steps of the Thompson’s mansion? This is not a place for trespassers to be, please leave the vicinity immediately,” the guard stated.

    Oh, I’m not trespassing on the property, I absolutely promise! I just let myself in since the gates weren’t locked or anything,” she responded to him. “As I had said earlier, I’m a relative of the Thompsons here to visit them since my family was in town for the day. . . if you don’t mind. My name is Cecilia Thompson, I’m Thomas Thompson’s niece if that happens to ring a bell at all. . . just wanted to say hi to my uncle and catch up on things.” She cleared her throat and stopped talking because too much talking and too much backstory would give her disguise away. However, the guard wasn’t much of a talker either it seemed, as he was awfully quiet and condescending toward her while she spoke.

    I’m sorry, but even if you are the relative of Mr. Thompson, you must have scheduled a date to arrive on that we would be expecting,” he responded.

    This made the woman frown immensely and she briefly turned away from the guard in order to maintain her composure instead of bitching at him. Breathing in deeply and out slowly, Marceline eventually turned back to the guard with a bright smile upon her face again. “I’m sorry, I just thought it would be a nice surprise for my uncle since we live so far apart and haven’t seen each other in years. I thought it would also be nice to see my little cousin and get to know my family a bit better, but I see that was a huge mistake now.” Marceline let out an exasperated and rather sorrowful sigh, then turned away from the guards and began trudging down the steps. A grunt came from the guard’s mouth and she felt a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from going any farther down the steps.

    We’ll let it slide this time, just remember to schedule a date next time so we don’t have to treat you like every other citizen,” he stated softly.

    She lifted her head up and glanced toward the guard, only to receive a small shiver that crawled eerily down her spine. Her gaze turned away from him for a moment and looked out across the open yard to speculate what it was she had felt. It was a magical presence of sorts, one that she recognized, but one that constantly gave her a crawling feeling from it. No, she wasn’t scared of the one who owned this presence, it was just the feel that radiated off it naturally that made her shiver. Know who it was that had entered the premises made her feel more reassured that they would be able to get out safely. Raiza was a smart man, he could plan things even she wasn’t able to plan; she was glad he decided to join them on the job. Glancing away from the premises, the woman turned her attention back to the guard, fully facing him as she was led inside.

    I appreciate you letting me see my uncle! I haven’t seen him in so long, I was afraid he would treat me like a stranger!” Marcy exclaimed. A soft giggle emitted from her lips, a hand moving upward to cover her mouth while the guard let her inside of the large mansion. He didn’t follow her inside though, rather he merely closed the door behind her and likely presumed with staring into space. This was when Marceline let out a sigh of relief and dropped the disguise, reentering the form that she was most well known for. Brushing blackened hair out of her face, the voluptuous woman glanced around at the inside of the home to look for something to do. By now, Nirvana had to have been upstairs, looking for the mother and daughter and while she should help, she wasn’t going to. It would be too much of a hassle for her to do and on top of that, she didn’t want to screw up anything that Nirvana was doing.

    Instead, the woman would meander around the building, glossing over the decoration and antiquity of the home she was in. It was all very vibrant and modern compared to the things that she was used to well over millennia ago. . . considering the changes. In her time, she would have expect grunginess and rooms that were cluttered with dust and things that no longer worked. Peasants were peasants to her, no matter the status they held; if they weren’t royalty, then they were merely peasants to her. “Such a drab building,” the woman murmured to herself, trailing her fingers slightly across the curtain of a window she passed by. The curtain’s fabric began to pull a part and fall away from itself, tattering and shredding as it fell to threads on the ground. Marceline only mildly glanced at the curtain’s situation before moving on and deeper into the home she was the “relative” to.

    I could’ve done much better, honestly; this place is so bland and the decoration is simply all over the place,” she continued to herself. “I don’t know what people think these days anymore, but they clearly do not have the style that royalty such as themselves should have.” She scoffed and tilted her head upward in a rather snobbish way, moving away from the room that she had looked into and into another. “I wonder what Nirvana is up to and if she’s managed to get a hold of the daughter yet, let alone the mother as well. Perhaps I should check on her, but at the same time, I don’t want to give her away if she’s still busy trying to get them.” Marceline sighed heavily and moved around in the room she had entered, touching everything that she could possibly touch. Why was she doing this? Simple. Once someone was dead, there was no point in keeping their presence within the world.

    What was the point in having something around that reminded a person of those who had previously been, but no longer are? It caused heartache in the world that Marceline considered unnecessary and a burden that shouldn’t be brought upon anyone. Perhaps it was because of her own past, because of the past that she had with her father and her constant reminder for the death of her mother. Whatever the reason it was that she didn’t want burden on the people of the world, it was cause for her to do what she was doing. By the time she was doing meander around in this house, the walls would crumble and the flooring would give out beneath everything. Nothing would be left of this place, not even the rubble that would be created from the home once it fell to the ground. When the people were taken, she would be gone, too, and all that would be left is the remnant thought of a cousin of the family.

    Marceline quietly removed herself from that room and moved onto the next, not even meeting a housemaid while she wandered. It made her wonder slightly, where were the housemaids when she constantly saw them on television shows and elsewhere? Where was the father that she was in search of and was meant to capture before time ran out? Nowhere to be seen, that’s where. She was getting rather bored and instead of continuing her look around, the woman shifted back into her disguise and headed back the way she came. The door would creak open and she would step out of the building, waving slightly to the guards and heading down the path. Before long, she was out of the gates of the home and turned back to watch as the building began to slowly crumbling beneath its weight. Uninterested in watching the fate of the home, Marceline turned away from the building and hoped that Nirvana would be close behind.

    Taking a few steps forward, Marceline could easily be seen materializing into nothingness as her cloak and every other part of her began to fade away. Eventually, only the emptiness of the air would be seen from where she had last been seen walking away from the demolished home. It would be as if only a few seconds had passed and Marceline would appear at the side of Raiza and the chained “dog” he had. Her body would materialize through the smog of ash and dust until it buffeted away into the air and faded into nothingness again. A smile lashed across her lips quickly and she jumped on Mr. Thompson as if he was a relative she hadn’t met in years. “Hi-ya, Mr. Thompson! I’m so glad to be able to meet ya!” she squealed in a giddy manner that was unlike her normal demeanor. She clung to him as if he was her lover, holding onto him for dear life while she cooed and otherwise toyed with the young male.

    She seemingly nuzzled him and beckoned toward Raiza with a small shift of her head and a quick glance of the eyes. “Dat’s my puddin’ over there; ain’t he the loveliest of things? Got his work cut out for him trying to get you all dazzled up for next meetin’!” Marcy explained to him. Her only response to her words was muffled sounds coming from the representative, but she didn’t much care about it. The gag would stay in and the two would begin their journey toward the location that was next destined for them and Nirvana. This is when the real fun would begin; the story of how the representative came to be where he was, trapped in the confines of their grasps. Marceline plastered a wet kiss on the man’s cheek then moved away from him, shifting around until she was on Raiza’s other side. With the little act done and over with, her features seemed to change, no longer giddy and exceptionally well, just her normal self.

    So, our next stop is to take them to an abandoned building, somewhere where no one will be able to find us very easily. Then we have to set everything up, the cameras, the chairs, make it all nice and dandy for when we go on air for the public. For us, this is when the real fun begins, when we get to torture them the longer the public doesn’t give us what we want,” Marceline explained. “Rather, this is my job. . . but seeing as this is a teamwork sort of ordeal, I figure each one of us can have one the captives. I feel you’d do best torturing the woman and Nirvana, I think, I has an interest in the little since she was happy about being able to take her. As for me, I want the representative, not because I want to see the look on their eyes as we kill them, but because I think he’d be fun. He’s a bit cute anyway, I could have lots of fun while we wait out this shit, and besides, I’ll need something to do since distracting was boring.

    Her gaze wandered around the vicinity for a moment, then back to the blonde-haired male that held the representative captive. “Nirvana should be here eventually if she isn’t already with us, but I figure it’d take her a bit since she has both the mother and child. I would’ve helped her out, but a) I was being a distraction for her and you, and b) I didn’t want to mess anything up while things were done,” Marceline continued. “By the way, I’m curious to know, but why did you come? I figured it would be too daunting of a task for you, especially since it’s an S-rank mission?” They were all A-rank here, but perhaps she was curious since she figured Raiza was too busy to be able to help them at the time. Besides, Nirvana and she alone would have been able to handle the job on their own if Raiza had decided not to come at all. Marcy stared quietly at Raiza for a moment, but then quickly looked ahead of herself so she wasn’t acting strange around him.

    Throw him in a chair or set up the cameras and I’ll deal with him; we need to get this on a roll if we plan to finish within the day,” she proclaimed. She pushed open a door that opened into an empty room that looked more like it was for storage than for anything else. Marceline would momentarily wait for Raiza to enter the building along with the representative before ducking inside as well. The door would slam shut behind them and they would be enveloped by darkness as Marceline shuffled her way around the room. A soft click and the gentle buzz of light from the lamps overhead sounded off in the room, igniting the room with visibility. She blinked and squinted her eyes as they adjusted, her appearance having once against shifted from the blonde to her black-haired self. Marcy clapped her hands together and spun on her heels to face Raiza and Nirvana, a bright smile on her face for what was about to commence.

    She couldn’t absolutely wait to start the job for real, excited to see the reaction of the public as they went on air for the first time. It was a bit nerve wracking to think about, but she had a feeling it would be a cinch once everything was up and running for them. They weren’t able to disappoint the Black Blood Brotherhood either, for who knows what would happen to them if they did. What was to be expected of the little group their shenanigans was unknown, even to Marceline as she moved away from the lightswitch to join Raiza and Nirvana.

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    Post by Vlad 2nd January 2017, 8:46 am

    The mornings were always a dull moment for Vlad. Sure, it was the beginning of what could be an amazing day; a day where anything could happen, yet on the same not it was always slow. There was never something that tore him from this mundane world and launched him into a new one; a world that was able to utterly occupy his mind. A world that was interesting. Sure, this place had its moments, but they were often far and few between. Why complain now though? It's not as though this was something new. Perhaps it was due to how he had slept? It was with this final thought that he would finally awaken; yes, even in sleep his mind was turning.

    Awaking in the canopy of some forest Vlad found no real trouble with beginning the day; he quite enjoyed what little peace he had. The only reason he enjoyed it was because it allows a time to reflect on one's thoughts; it was not often that he was able to do so. With a slight yawn, he simply began to stretch. Sure, the canopy offered a beautiful view, but the lumbar support was lacking. Well, this was not a perfect world; what could one ask for? Rubbing his eyes Vlad simply rolled to his side, falling from the tree. The air running through his hair, and his boots making solid contact with the grounds. Yes, these were two things that he truly enjoyed. They woke him up, made him aware that he had to be fully prepared for the day ahead. Standing up, simply looking around, Vlad would begin to assess his situation. Where was he? Well, it was not as though that mattered much; he simply had to find a town. It was with this decision that he heard his stomach growl. “Tch…” It seemed he was in the mood for something he had not had in quite some time. With a smirk he would begin to walk through the woods; today was going to be one of those “far and few between” days. A day where he actually enjoyed his time on this rock.

    As he walked through the forest not much was different. The birds chirped, the deer are whatever it was they were eating. Hell, even the bears were gathering salmon from the stream. All of this, such an average scene, was occurring as the sky darkened. It seemed the forecast called for rain; well, this made things much more appropriate. As the clouds gathered, the forest began to dim. The canopy consumed most of the light the sun emitted, and now that was reduced even further. Many would be scared of those darkness; their primal instincts telling them to run; Vlad, however, simply smiled. His eyes becoming a bright red as he transversed the land. Even with this little light Vlad was able to clearly see the area around him; these eyes helped him become something more. Something more reliable than most. Well, it was not his eyes that made him dangerous; they simply helped. What really made a person dangerous was their intent. The mindset that they entered the situation with. Take for example a man on the brink of death; if he believes he has no chance at survival then he shall do as he pleases; whether this be an attack on another, or a change in character. This was all brought about by the person's mindset. Going into a situation with nothing to lose made a person far more dangerous than someone with everything to lose, it was that simple. With a chuckle he would quicken his pace, hoping to find a suitable meal within the next hour. Even cannibals needed breakfast. It was with this determination that his boots would hit cobblestone.

    The town was quiet, not many of its residents wandered the streets; yes, it was still early, and yes it was a rather ominous day, but he did expect a bit more life in this place. Stopping at the edge of town and running his hand through his he simply let out an unamused sigh. It seemed things were going to be rather dull.

    Stepping forward, Vlad simply began to saunter around town, it was much too early to expect any of the fine establishments to be open. As he meandered about, Vlad had noticed a few oddities that peaked his interest. The first of these oddities was the lack of activity; sure, it was still the wee hours of the morning, but there should atleast be a few farmers or artisans about. Artisans were much like farmers; they had to work hard for their pay. While it was manual labor, the labor was in effort. It took a artisan much longer to become somewhat popular, and make a few coin, than it did for the farmer to maintain a rather comfortable life. Sure, there were more differences than similarities between the two, but it still applies. The second oddity was the town; having arrived only moments ago he felt as though he knew this place. Vlad knew he had never been here before, and it was a no name town, but it still had a feeling to it; a feeling one could only experience in a place that they longed to return. This oddity, however, was rather easy to ignore. Simply attributing this to his recent departure from slumber he was sure this feeling would pass. The third oddity, and the one that was something Vlad could actually change, was that there was a person brave enough to tail him. While he did not mind this very much it was something that he was not expecting; what was expected was a rather quiet day. A day where he could simply wander around a town, see whatever sites they may offer, and enjoy a delicious meal; this alternative, however, was not unwelcomed. Such a day as he had planned could occur any day, it was not necessary for it to be today. It was with this decision that he began to alter his path; choosing to turn into an alley, Vlad would disappear from the man's view. It was with this that Vlad would reach around the corner and grab him; throwing the male against the wall he simply gave the man a single knee to the gut. “Who are ya bud? Do not make me ask twice.” He chuckled, lifting the man’s head. It was with this that the man simply motioned towards his pocket. “Smart man. If you had gone for that yourself I may have killed ya!” He chuckled, reaching into the male’s pocket. It was with his that he was able to feel his hand brush up against a piece of paper. Grabbing it and removing his hand from the man’s jacket pocket, Vlad simply tossed the man aside. “Now shoo!” He chuckled, motioning for the kid to run. It was with this that Vlad simply unfolded the paper and began to look it over. It was as he did this that he began to smirk. “I do love people like you.” He chuckled, rolling the paper up and tossing it onto the ground. “Contacted later, eh?” It was with this that he exited the alleyway, continuing his saunter through town; it was not until noon that he had found something he wanted. His stomach growling, now louder and more persistently than before, Vlad was able to lay his eyes on meal.

    This meal was, or at least seemed to be, nothing special. Following this female through town it seemed that she was out for the same reason as himself; she simply wanted to walk about and enjoy the day; this was, however, an odd choice. The sky was still dark, the clouds amassing. Rain drops began to fall from the sky; dropping from the sky as though they had no place to go. It was this gloomy day that she chose to go out and explore; people are so very odd. It was with this in mind that he would trail the female; he highly doubted she would stay out much longer. As he walked the streets the temperature gradually decreased; the rain that fell began to feel like ice, slowly gnawing away at the skin. He gave it another hour, max. There was no way this girl would simply continue. It was at this time that she would arrive at the door to an apartment; rummaging through her bad she was able to grab her keys and unlock the door. Yes, this was the moment he had been waiting for. Following up behind her, catching the door before it closed, he would enter the apartment. Each step he took was a feather, falling from the highest point in Era. Quietly making his approach Vlad simply wrapped his arms around her neck, forcing the young lady into a choke hold. Patting her head as he squeezed the breath out of her, listening to her consciousness fade, he let out a low chuckle. It was done. She lost consciousness. It was in this instant that he began to move; he had a plan and it was rather simple. Dragging the girl into the kitchen he would begin his world. Lifting the girl up, placing her on the butcher's block, oh what a funny occurrence, he strapped the female down. With this he began to peruse through the females kitchen. Countless knives, many of which he would be able to use, and countless spices. What a fine lunch this would make. Grabbing a fillet knife he found himself in a rather interesting position. What was he in the mood for? Tapping the blunt side of the knife against the female's forehead he simply sighed. He was unsure. Without any sort of plans he simply tore the female's shirt open. He had no real plan aside from eating, but perhaps he could have some fun. No. He had a plan made, no need to deviate from it. Pressing the fillet knife on her sternum he would move down a few centimeters, clearing the bone, and simply press down. Easily penetrating the skin Vlad simply ran the blade down her abdomen; slicing down to the female’s hip. Sure, it was a bit longer than necessary, but who cares? A smirk still apparent on his face, Vlad simply rose his hand; moving his hand up, to the middle of the woman’s stomach, he would move the blade to the females left side, stabbing the blade in and running it across her body. With this he simply peeled back the skin and began to evaluate the body. As he sunk his hand into the female’s body his mind began to wander back to a older time.
    ”Flashback(Literally just a similar experience) ”:
    It was with this that he had realized just how much time had passed; being lost in memories simply meant that he had already conducted his work and continued on. Wiping down the table and cleaning his hands Vlad would find himself exiting the household. It was as he closed the door behind him that he was informed. “Yes, who are you?” He spoke, very nonchalantly, losing the door. It was with this brief encounter that he was informed of a warehouse, something that involved him broadcasting a message. “Sure, sounds like a fun time.” He chuckled, leaving the man behind. Walking down the road he simply began to think about who he could be working with, there was not a large pool to choose from. With a smirk he simply left the town, heading for his new destination.

    It took no more than an hour for Vlad to arrive at the new location; with a smile he simply pushed open the doors, “No worries, your savior is here.” He chuckled, entering on his own accord.

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    Post by Raiza 11th January 2017, 4:56 am

    Doubt isn't what fills the air, but rather curiosity. It drilled into the atmosphere from the many equations that had gone through, and yet it still didn't bother Raiza.  In fact it made him play along with every word Marceline said to or about him in front of Thomas. It was quite the ruse actually, and in fact it was such a good act and toying with the man that Raiza almost wanted to question it before the situation kept going, but yet, he didn't. Instead he had Marceline do all the talking until they ended up moving to a new location.

    Honestly the new location was suiting for the situation. The three people brought were of little interest to Raiza, as he but simply stayed patient with the entire job at hand. Though what perked his interest was after the explanation of what all was going on, Marceline had questions, and that was actually what made Raiza in a more 'talkative' mood.

    "Daunting task? Perhaps, yes an S-class mission or job, what ever you'd like to call it would be a daunting boring task. However, as true as that is, this job is not to me, a daunting task. Rather, such a job sounds like the typical run of the mill S-class. Secure and capture a target, and bring them before an audience. What is more is this is in Era, a well known and guarded place. I do not doubt anyone's skill, nor could I even do this alone.  It'd actually be more of an annoyance if I even 'tried' to take this job alone only to need to call in potential back up."

    At first, he avoided the question as to why he was here. It'd be creepy to say that he just wanted to do the job with her, but it would also be stupid to say he figured they would need back up or some lame cliche response such as 'I was just in the area and suddenly knew everything about the job. No in reality? Raiza knew about the job, read the flier, and had gotten enough information to do part of the job without Marceline having ever told him anything. That alone showed he wasn't 'just in the area' so he couldn't use that excuse. Yet, there was nothing he could say other than the truth really.

    "Well as blunt or creepy as it may sound, I wanted to come along. I heard of the job, knew you had taken it up, and looked into it. Guess I wanted to take another job with you after that damn werewolf one. I don't know the reason, aside from wanting to hang out with someone, and the only one I actually considder a friend." His response, he himself was not happy about. He knew it was all truth, and didn't lie once, but thats what bugged him. It bugged him because thinking back on the way he said that, he felt it sounded weird.

    "Anyhoo, sure, if you want me to take care of the woman I'm sure I can cook up some form of amazing torture. Might even through in some of my newer magic tricks into that mix too" He smile turned into a grin. "I'll set up all of the tech and gadgets, as I kind of do like to do that kind of stuff"

    At first glance such a task to anyone not familiar with this sort of scene it'd be too confusing. Though it already looked as if Raiza knew what he was doing the moment he began extending the bi-pod's legs and positioning it closer to the middle allowing free walking roam behind it in case anyone from the team needed to stay out of view temporarily. Though the majority of the space was setting up the other little fancy gadgets, sound recorders, voice changers if needed, not to mention signal blockers to prevent their signal from being interupted mid-broadcast. It in all honesty was not going to be some lack luster setup, and Raiza saw to that one

    As for the remaining tech it was simple. A magic generator with lacrima as fuel to run it all, and not to mention a wireless link to his lacrima detonator device for the explosives he had planted in Era. If anything started to go down here, it'd be a quick tap of the button then attention would have to be split both ways.

    "Alright, most of the tech is set up, and if anything goes wrong I planted bombs in Era when we were still there. Figured I'd of used them as an escape rout but it is now just going to be used as a diversion in case anything gets haywire. We've got all the visual and audio control we'll need in case you'd like to blur, or modify voices, or completely make this a hillarious sit-com comedy turned into a horror flick. What ever you'd need, it is here" Satisfied with his own work, Raiza would keep modifying the smaller end details to all the technology and work up from there, ensuring no loose wires, or problems would occur.


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    How it all began,
    If truth be told,
    I had a master plan,

    Marceline blinked her eyes and blankly stared at Raiza when he responded to the first of all of her questions, giving a slow nod of acknowledgement. “Ve are only A-rank magi, it’s expected dat jobs like dis one are going zu be considerably harder denn ze jobs ve’re used to,” she responded to him in her heavy German accent. “If not für dat, dann ve could expect dat dis vould be a consiterably easy job für us, no? I do not know. . . it ist just zomeding dat I assume,” She gave a small shrug of her shoulders, glancing away from Raiza toward the man, his wife, and the young child of his all strapped to the chairs already. “Hm. . . it ist almost pitiful vhen du look at dem. . . but ze look in deir eyes. . . oh, how wunderbar it ist to see dem squabbling in deir bintings.” Marcy let a snakish grin spread across her lips and she slunk toward the man, wrapping her arms diligently around his shoulders and snuggling up to him. “Dey are so delightful. . . I cannot vait zu play vith dem. . . especially him. . . ve are going zu have so much fun, aren’t ve tarling?

    Now I rule the world,
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    Worked my way uphill,

    She giggled and caressed the man’s cheek, breathing in his scent before pulling away and facing back to Raiza with that devilish grin of hers. The smile slowly faded when she heard Raiza’s next words, and again, gave another shrug of her shoulders in response to him. “You could have just asked, you know,” she stated, her voice a bit more clearer, the accent of her native language not as thick on her tongue. “I vould not have been wrong in letting you join in on dis escapade. . . mostly because I trust dat you know vhat you’re toing. You shouldn’t be afraid of asking eider; you know dat I vouldn’t have denied you in letting you on ze job with Nirvana and me. Speaking of Nirvana. . . she hasn’t yet come, so I called in backup in replacement of her, just so ve are not toing dis along, all right?” Her genuine smile came back momentarily, but her attention was soon focused back onto the representative strapped in the chair.

    They looked into my eyes,
    And I became invincible.
    No one can stop me,

    I realize dat ze person who I called in for backup isn’t going zu be someone dat you really appreciate,” the woman explained to Raiza. “However, he vas ze only viable option at ze time, as I didn’t know anyone else who vas our rank dat vould be villing to help us.” She ran her fingers through the representative’s hair and trailed her fingers along the man’s flesh, letting it decay slightly in her wake. “He’s a nuisance at times, I am avare, but I had no oder option dann zu let him join us in our endeavors for ze last bit of this job. Please, to not be angry at me for dis, as it ist all in best interest dat dis happens if ve vish zu have a quick end zu dis job.” Marceline glanced back toward Raiza briefly, still caressing the man’s face when her eyes connected with her job partner’s eyes. “It vill only be for a little vhile. . . after dat, ve don’t have zu deal vith him anymore und ve can go on our separate vays vhen it’s ofer.

    For only I am in control,
    If you want me you better contact my people,
    In my crown,

    Their conversation wouldn’t last for very long before Raiza stated that he would deal with the mother and any technicalities involving the technology. To her, that was a good thing, as she had never worked much with technology, mostly because of what her magic would do to it. It was part of the reason why she thought Kite would never let her back on his ship after having broken EDI with her magic. Of course, that hadn’t been on purpose; her exact intentions were to simply shut EDI down so she wouldn’t alert him to her visit. That hadn’t gone out as planned, but that was a story for another day and today was not the day that story would be sat down and told. With Raiza off doing what he could with setting up the broadcast, Marceline focused her attention back on the representative. She leaned down and whispered a few words into his ear, petting and playing with his hair as if he was just a doll to her.

    I am king,
    I love their endless worshiping,
    I am raw,

    She cooed often into the man’s ear and gave him gentle kisses on the cheek that would splotches of decayed skin where she kissed him. A few giggles could be heard echoing in the near empty confines of whatever building they happened to be inside of thanks to the Black Blood Brotherhood. Her gaze often wandered from the representative to the mother, then to the child, and back to the representative in the end. After a bit, she would move away from the representative and pull out the slip of paper that had been given to her by a member of the Black Blood Brotherhood. What it had written down on it was a series of words and sentences they or she would need to speak once the broadcast went live. It wasn’t decided upon how things would go down, but she felt as one of the original participants of the job, it only made sense for her to do the introduction. Of course, she didn’t have to speak the entire thing, each and everyone one of them could have a piece of the letter if they wanted.

    A dinosaur,
    But I will never be extinct,
    So don't mess with me,

    The doors to the cargo holding would open up and Vladimir would step into the scenery with Raiza and her, causing Marceline to look up. “Shut ze damn door, fucker. . . Ve don’t need ze Rune Knights knowing vhere ve are,” she spit out in the man’s direction when he arrived. “Raiza has already laid claim zu ze voman, so you get zu deal vith ze little girl. . . I hope dat you don’t mind dealing vith her.” A smirk played across Marceline’s lips, beckoning toward the tied down little girl in the chair for Vlad to have fun with during the broadcast. “Don’t do anyding rash, please; noding dat would put our job at stake because as much fun as it vould be, it’s not zomeding ve should do.” With that being said, Marceline turned away and toward Raiza, “ist ze camera set up yet? I vish to get dis on a roll, so ve aren’t here for long.” While inquiring of the setup, the woman returned her attention back to the representative, giving a small pat on the head.

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    Post by Vlad 20th January 2017, 11:02 am

    Having put in a decent amount of effort to simply arrive at this place he was greeted by none other than Marceline. Making such simple demands, and acting though she was leading the parade, it seemed to be another usual encounter for the male. With a simple sigh he closed the door behind himself and looked around the warehouse; the place was extravagantly large; too large to be wasted on something as simple as this. What was odd, however, was the lack of... well everything. The only items taking up space within the warehouse would be the people themselves, nothing else. It was with this that he entered the warehouse; he had no real intentions of doing too much, at least not without some careful deliberations. Well, this was Vlad; it probably would not last very long.

    "New accent? It's very weird. Perhaps you should drop it? I'm not sure what the point of it is, it's not as though anyone will be trying to catch us. Plus, it's a pain to listen to. Germanic languages are so forceful. It is as though they are raping the ears as they enter." He spoke very calmly, simply walking further into the warehouse. He had no real expectations for those that were captured, and he had no real expectations as to what it was that he as going to do on this job, though he was sure he would enjoy whatever it was that he was asked to do. Torture was always fun. Always. It was with this belief that he examined the group of captives; they were no one that he cared to interrogate, nor were they anyone who he thought may be useful in the future. "Well, I do suppose you two should have your fun first. I'll do what I please as I please. There is always a reason to do something at such a time. There is an appropriate time. Those who don't recognize this simply see the act as a blurring of multiple actions. How naive." He chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. It seemed they had taken the entire family. Was it truly necessary? Was the use of the child and wife going to make a difference? Well, it changed the message that would be conveyed. It changed what this would symbolize. By choosing to bring the entirety of the family it would, probably, be more effective. Sure, it was a wise choice and it would garner more attention, but that could be troublesome. Savage Skulls, a guild which Vlad believed to be teetering in activity as it was, would have the light shine on them. There would be hunts; so much blood spilled. Whose blood would it be? Well, only time would tell.

    With a slight chuckled he walked over to the child, looking down at her. “What is your name dear? How are you feeling? Do you realize where you are and what will be happening to you and your family? Well, it may be better if you don't. Maybe it would make this a bit easier for you. I cannot, however, allow for it to be so easy. Life is something that should be used effectively. I will use these last few moments of yours to allow you to realize just who we are. What people are capable of.” Leaning in he simply patted the female's head. Perhaps he would not kill her. Perhaps he would allow her to live, use her in the future. “Oh, perhaps I'll let you live. Though if I do, you may change. Drastically. Well, I think that it may lead to a very new and interesting time. Yes, perhaps I shall allow this.” With a chuckled he would pick the little lady up and move over to the forefront of the building. Placing her down, facing her toward her parents, he simply stood behind her. “Please do watch, it will fuel your future. It will give you a new raison d'etre. A new reason for life.” It was with this that he simply motioned for the two to carry on; he too wanted to see how this would play out.

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    Post by Raiza 22nd January 2017, 7:30 pm

    No words were needed till Raiza finished up the project at hand. A wide smirk on his face when he finally got done fine tuning even the smallest of details on the tech setup. If anything, he may have overdone it a bit.

    "Its ready" he replied back when it was finally done, still paying attention to Marceline's words as well. Invited someone else because Nirvana had not shown up? Who could that possibly be that Marceline had to give a preemptive warning that he'd not appreciate who it was. Though, that came quite with the confusion as Raiza typically either didn't care for the person which made him ignore their presence, or didn't mind them. There was only a few he actually 'disliked' or 'hated' so it made him wonder exactly which person was going to be joining them in on this.

    Though the moment the door opened, and the voice of Vlad reached Raiza's ears it was obvious why Marceline had made such a comment from before. Thoughts began to run wild through Raiza's mind as his gaze quickly shifted towards Marceline, not in attempt to see what she would do, but rather if she signaled anything, he'd be ready. Though despite it not happening, Raiza had his own thoughts, circling in a deep dark spiral around him as he stood there, behind all of the lacrima-electronics. There were many words he could say to Vlad right now, a few of them fight initiating but yet he remained quiet gazing forward towards the hostages.

    'Death is patient, so must you be Raiza'

    A voice, it belonged to someone that was once just but a pet to him, but had become sentient enough to speak words, and wise ones at that. That is why he remained standing there, keeping an eye on the situation from behind the recorder.

    "Since the child is out of the picture, our newcomer can take care of the wife. I'll need to maintain maintenance on the electronics from back here anyways to ensure everything goes right. So, when you're ready, we'll go live to every lacrima TV across Era and Fiore."


    Despite excluding himself intentionally now, he still yet had a flashback of his old prior training with slow painful torture.

    ==Flashback - time unknown - place Savage Skull Dungeon==

    The air was ripe with the scent of blood, sweat and tears. It felt cold, as if death itself was watching from every crack in the stone working. Even the lighting was a shitshow, barely functional, but that only added to the horrifyingly cold truth. This was no amusement park gone wrong, this was the dungeon specifically made for one thing, and only one thing. The training of the pillar of screams members, or at least those that wished to be part of a select individuals that enjoyed the sweet luxery of making one's life a living hell before they finally 'break'

    With screams filling the air every time a stone door was opened, Raiza's attention would shift as he and a masked figure before him would be walking down the long narrow corridor."You can back out now if it is too much", the figure in front of Raiza had spoken only as a last warning before the door they were about to enter had been pressed up against.

    Which only ended up with Raiza replying back with a grin. He had already been corrupted to a certain point, there was no way he'd miss out on this training "I'm here to stay" He finally replied, entering the room.

    Looking upon victim, barely clothed and squirming already. What were their story? Who were they? Any family? Ages? Names? Genders? There were many potential questions Raiza could extract answers from, and the more in depth knowledge he found out, he'd b graded on. Shit such as favorite foods was nye pointless, but it'd all be useful. After all, knowledge is what could make or break the victim, and at this time, all it required was but a 'touch' from Raiza, forcing the victim into a little 'game'.

    ==End flash back==

    He remembered it, the room, the first time he learned how to force someone to say something, the first time he learned many tricks of that trade. Sure the methods he used at the time were unrefined, but now he only stood there, visualizing the hostages being the ones on that operating table. Tool of choice? The scalpel, for in case the victim insisted on shutting their eye lids. He liked to make people watch after all. A sadistic grin on his face as he thought of another person on that table. It in all honesty made him only more amused when thinking about it all.

    Now though, he no longer had that luxery of the reaper's game, nor did he need to extract knowledge from the hostages, so why think of it it? Fun perhaps? Though no matter what the reasoning was, he still had to remain patient about this all. After all, he'd get frontrow seats to the hell the two job partners of his were sure to bring. Though Marceline did bring up a point, one that made Raiza aware of those pesky runeknights. Surely in case they ended up surrounded or something of the alike, they needed a way out, or at the very least, a reverse ambush.

    That was when he withdrew a knife, slitting down his hand to draw a circle of blood, writing ancient runic text before the entire thing solidified with a dim glow. It was his Abyssal ritual circle, and the reaper's circle both in one. While the wound healed quickly, the effects of the circle were already in place, including a 'summon' he had brought forth as well. One that lurked within the treelines, hidden within the shadows only waiting to be called upon.

    "Ready when you are" he spoke, adding one last final adjustment to the circle. He'd have included a special backup plan to it as well, only for the 'what if' moments. See now, there would be roughly 25 undead 'creatures' in the forest, not even noticeable till they emerged from the ground, only ever growing in numbers the longer the spell went on, and with his special little secret, they were much more potent now that before. Though, that was just one matter of added precaution really. The others he had, were the bombs he planted in Era, curtsy to the guild itself for supplying such a thing. Though that only made him wonder, what sort of precautions Marceline or Vlad would have made as well.

    Though what he added as a precaution, only Marceline would know, as only she had the same connection to be able to know. No questions would need to be asked about why, but if it all came down to it, then Raiza was more than ready to use 'that' combination. Which was apparent the moment he finally rested up against the wall, gazing forward at the screen that the camera provided, making sure the shot was clear.


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    Her gaze wandered back to Vladimir, listening to his deadpanned voice drone on about what he hated of her the most. She merely rolled her eyes in response to him, not wanting to entertain the nuisance that he was already starting to be. He always had something to say about her, as though he was the most perfect, flawless being in the whole, wide world. One day, he would have to look in a mirror and notice all of the flaws that coated his face, his body, and most of all, his personality. Marceline snickered and looked away from him, down to the man that was strapped to the chair in front of the camera. "Maybe you should drop dead?" she inquired, tilting her head a little as she caressed the representative's face with the tips of her fingers. "Oh. . . my apologies. . . you're already dead, so I suppose you're stuck here in dis vorld like ze rest of us."

    She cleared her throat and drew her eyes back to the man at the doors to the warehouse, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Dey may be harsh zu your ears, so I only hope dat you enjoy the raping," Marcy answered him, the smirk sprawling across her lips. "You seemed zu hafe liked it back vhen I did rape you, but you vould probably deny dat knowledge, beliefing you raped me oder it vas consensual." The woman giggled slightly, stroking the representative's cheek in a manner believed to show him off as merely her pet. He struggled in his bindings, rocking the chair back and forth as he tugged at the rope that bound his hands together. Marceline paused in the stroking, lightly digging her nails into the flesh of the man, causing pain to shoot across his face."English ist not my first language, little boy, but I doubt you vould know dat since ve are hardly around each oder anymore."

    After her last words, Vlad changed the subject to what was at hand, stating that Raiza and she should have her fun first. She, on the other hand, viewed it as a group project; it would have been better if all three of them had been together. However, Vlad had dragged the little girl off screen, something that had gone against their plans as instructed of the Black Blood Brotherhood. Marceline watched him as he brought the girl to face her mother and her father that both faced the televised screens. Her eyes bore into Vladimir's for a moment, but she soon looked away and brought her attention to Thomas Thompson. Lowering her upper half, the woman whispered softly into his ear, "look at dat, your lovely Tochter vishes zu vatch you suffer. Dat's zomeding I always lofed about families; dey just vant zu do eferyding togeder und are so close zu one anoder."

    A softer giggle emitted into the representative's ear, causing him to squirm and writhe in his bindings to try and get away from her. Marceline only chuckled at the feeble attempts of the man, whose bindings were far too tight for him to easily escape. "Vould you look at dat, he's ready zu play our liddle game!" she exclaimed, getting rather giddy over his actions. "Oh, Raiza, dis vill be so much fun! I'm so disappointed dat you wish not zu join us in our endeavors vid ze lovely people." Her red optics flickered to her job partner, glistening with excitement as the other magus implored the cameras were ready. In response to him, she nodded her head, clapped her hands together and brought her attention straight to the camera. Instinctively, she snapped her fingers, giving the signal to Raiza to start up the cameras' connection with live broadcasting.

    When the cameras were casting live, Marceline positioned herself behind the representative, wrapping her arms lovingly around his neck. A bright, foolish smile was on her face as she glanced toward the cameras, cooing softly into the ear of her victim. It would roll for a moment with just her speaking under her breath to the man as he, too, stared up at the cameras. Sweat covered his forehead in perspiration and he weakly struggled in his bindings that would surely get the public's eye. "Oh, you got struggle harder for them, baby, make them believe that you want your freedom more than anything else," she stated much louder. Laughter only echoed into the air shortly after she spoke to him, and her body would raise up so she was standing in a straighter position. Enough fooling around for her, she supposed, best to get the show on the road and finish up this measly job of theirs.

    The playful features that once caressed her face were no longer there, but instead were replaced with cold and aloof ones. "Dis ist a pirated broadcast, playing all ofer Fiore, zu ze men und vomen of ze Magic Council und zu dose dat inhabit ze country, itself. I am Marceline Anicetus, und I represent ze Black Blood Broderhood; perhaps you'fe heard of my name by now oder not until recently. . . For zoo long hafe ve, ze men und women of Fiore, suffered at ze hand of ze Magic Council und all of ze magi under deir control. Dey are reckless und dey do not care for ze safety of dose dat cannot use magic; ze magi under deir control kill our children with no repercussion. Just take a look at dose lovely magi of Fairy Tail, of how dey can mercilessly destroy cities und towns vid no repercussions. Ist dat not right? Should ze people of Fiore not do zomeding about it? After all, dis ist your country, vhere ze people rule."

    Shortly after the miniature speech she gave to the public, the women bent down so that they would be eye level with the representative. "It ist my understanding dat ze people of Fiore, including dose vidin ze Magic Council, hafe people dat dey hold higher den demselves. So, I und a few of my comrades took ze liberty zu collect up a representative of yours und bring him zu ze public eye." That sly smirk sprawled across her lips once more and she started to chuckle maniacally a bit as she caressed Thomas's face. For a moment, she would let what was shown to the public sink in, trailing her fingers over his face, letting more and more flesh decay. May it sicken them or not for those who watched the televised broadcast, but they would all see as the flesh turned from pink to black. Slowly, it peeled off his face and fell to the ground and only when she had something more to say did she pull away her hand.

    "Dis ist Representative Thompson und his family; I'm sure dat all of you are quite avare of who he happens zu be. He ist pushing a bill zu grant magic users full power ofer dose dat cannot use magic. . . und by dat, I mean make you all deir slafes. Dis bill he ist trying zu pass ist oppressife und goes against ze freedoms dat everyone ist entitled zu have. Of course, not all of you must be against vhat Mr. Thompson has zu say about magic users; in fact, a lot of you must be vid him, no? In dat case. . . If you vish zu safe ze life of Representative Thompson und his family, you will retract dat bill und it vill nefer be approfed. Ve also demand ze disbarring of all legal guilds from ze Magic Council's control und ze surrender of ze Magic Council. If dese demands are not met, ve vill begin killing Representative Thompson's family one by one, starting vid ze wife, den ze daughter, und den Representative Thompson, himself. You hafe two hours."

    It would be then that the cameras shut off under the command of Raiza, leaving the trio to do as they pleased. In that time frame, Marceline relieved the representative of her presence, walking over to Raiza and leaning against the table. "I don't expect dem zu gife us vhat ve vant," she murmured to him, "but I also don't expect Vlad zu do vhat he's supposed zu do. Dat ist. . . killing ze daughter; he's already taken quite a fondness zu her, I bet he vill keep her more as a pet dan anyding else. In ze case dat Vlad refuses zu kill ze daughter because he vants zu keep her as a pet, vhich goes against vhat ze Black Blood Broderhood vants us zu do. . . Den I vish for you zu kill her in any vay possible, vhether dat ist forcibly taking her from him und killing her, oder killing her from afar." Her eyes bore toward Vlad for a moment again, but were quickly drawn away to look back at Raiza beside her.

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    A sociopath is a person who has extreme antisocial behavior and lacks a conscious. These people are often demonized and rejected from society due to their lack of emotions and the way in which they regard a person as nothing more than an object. Ninety to ninety-five percent of sociopaths all present a certain set of features which allow for the early detection of such a mental disorder. These features are often referred to as the MacDonald Triad: Cruelty to animals, an obsession with fire making and a persistent bedwetting past a certain age. These three indicators allow for most to be be diagnosed before they become a problem for society; those who are not may become sexual predators or murderers; there is not, however, any guarantee that a person exhibiting these symptoms will resist this urge, even with treatment. A person diagnosed with this mental defect may go as far as to create a set of “rules” in order to allow themselves to live a normal life; this, however, is a situation which may not last. Breaking a rule could lead to a chain of murders. Society, however, did not care if a person tried to live a normal life. They did not care whether they were forcing themselves to commit to a daily regime which, ultimately, could lead to their own failure. Society simply saw the as beasts; a threat to their way of life. It was with this that many things seemed to become apparent; why there were certain people who were ostracized before they had even done anything. While it was true that even if they helped the person the probability that they would still commit a crime was high, it was not indefinite.


    With a slight sigh he simply looked around the area; after having gone through so much, and that wasn’t even including this day, it seemed people still didn’t think of the larger picture. “We only need to air an execution; must they die when they can be useful pawns? Well, frankly I don’t care what many others believe; this should be widely known by now. I digress, I think I’d like a pet; a pawn that could be useful in the future. This child.” He motioned toward the female. “She could be useful. Anyone could be useful, they simply need to be trained. Well, even the man operating the camera could be useful… But who wants to spend such a large amount of time to train an underling? Certainly not I.” He laughed, simply waving the person off. “You see, when a person is trained they must meet a few conditions. Hell, disregarding training altogether, it takes a certain type of person to be truly useful. Loyalty, whether it be to a guild or to oneself, is something that cannot be replaced. Perhaps I should teach others this lesson; well, that does seem like a lot of work…. Eh. Too lazy, in all honesty.” It was with this that he simply waved the notion away; it seemed he realized the actual plausibility was completely dependent on the person who was being taught. Lost causes were useless; they simply drained resources. It was with this that he decided it was about time for some form of action to take place, though he knew he couldn’t really do much. He had six hours before it was his time to perform. What, exactly, was he expected to do with these six hours? Simply sit on his ass and fuck around? Well, that was an option. The best way to spend this time would be creating a variety of insurance measures; this simply meant creating many favorable conditions incase something went off track; if they got into a rather messy situation. It was with this thought that he simply smirked; it could end up being a fun day. Watching his associates, perhaps this was too lenient a word, he simply sighed. It seemed he was always outnumbered in one form or another. A person who tried to kill him, the same person who had something which he wanted, and what appeared to be an obedient dog of hers. While Vlad was not very quick to make an assumption, why make such a thing when it could be just as easy to find the truth, but in this situation he was sure of a few things. The first thing he was sure of was the simple fact that he shouldn’t put much faith in those two; this was something he usually lived by, but it was especially important in this situation. With these two now being on the same side it was simply a joint effort. The second truth was that he had to have his own paths chosen and prepared. There was no real proof that anyone would be able to help him survive if shit did hit the fan, but it was important to know how they would handle the situation.

    “You’re lucky I chose to help on this job. After the shit you pulled back then.” He laughed, rubbing the childs head. It seemed that they had the general idea of what he had in mind; he doubted they were pleased. Well, who truly cared? It was what he was going to do. Death was fun and all, but why destroy potential? It was something that should be avoided; it was at this point that Vlad was simply thinking of things to kill Word count time. What was the point of wasting all this time? Why make such long intervals? Sure, it allowed for more Detail time for decisions, but it was a waste. Why give them time? You force it. Simply force the answer you wish. This was the best way to conduct this sort of business. ANYWAY it was with this that he simply sat down. “This is going to be a long fucking day… be prepared.” He sighed, laying on the ground. Well, what else was there to do?


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    Post by Raiza 3rd February 2017, 12:34 pm

    Usefulness? Sure, Raiza could indeed be useful to many situations. Being called out by Vlad only set a pawn onto the board. To react to such a direct comment would only play into that man's hands which both himself and as he assumed also Marceline had already thought of how bad of an idea that could end up being. Though to directly attack the man or show too much hostility was bad, especially with the camera beginning to capture Marceline's words on tape. The fear she was installing not just to the hostages, but also to those watching the camera now. Questions were no doubt by now being raised as to quest the why and the hows. Was this a job showing betrayal or perhaps how dark they really could be. Though regardless, it was going to drive home a point, and even with the little girl out of the picture the job was not going to be in any jeopardy since Raiza already had confidence that Marceline would handle this quite well.

    Well enough that Raiza took a step back from the camera, it was still rolling but this time Raiza did have a rather twisted grin on his face. In fact, listening to Marceline's words only made Raiza's thoughts even more twisted, oh the fun he could have this the trio of hostages.The thoughts racing through his mind right now were not very pleasant, easily breaking many pg-13 guidelines when he leaned up against the back wall, signaling the camera was still rolling completely and the show was going to continue despite a small spike of energy in his body.What was Raiza up to? The only one that could truly guess just by his small spike of magical energy that something was indeed about to happen would be Marceline only due to how close of similarity the magics were.

    Though by now the camera had stopped rolling, and Marceline was explaining how the demands would be met. However Raiza's spike of magical energy would fade and spike back to normal only once after Marceline spoke a certain phrase.

    "but I also don't expect Vlad zu do vhat he's supposed zu do."

    That phrase had triggered an event for Raiza to finally act right now. Raiza didn't even need to listen to any further words to know his new orders. His eyes began to drift to a half way shut while a sigh escaped his mouth. Nothing was heard, or seen as to what spells he had activated, strictly because what he activated was but a sound based spell that he chose to not target anyone but the small girl and anyone that tried to protect her in some strange way unless by some miracle it was Marceline that tried to protect the small girl, which only then would it not do any damage. The other spells activated were simply attachments to it, or preparations to what he required to do. No signal would be shown as he activated any of them, it was as quiet and unnoticed as an assassin preparing their target for death.

    For whom the death bell tolls?

    What Raiza had done, was silent but the small child only kept her eyes forward until it hit her, and at such a short range, unrprotected, and vulnerable her eyes began to drift shut before her head nodded downwards before her heart stopped completely. Even her soul was already torn into pieces as a small drop of blood dripped down from her right ear signaling something had happened, but what? A silent assassination to those unaware, but one that was painful to those that could hear it. The sound of a loud gong had escaped Raiza's body, the only ones that could hear it were the ones targeted(the girl) but not even they had the time to react before such a high class spell combination took their life and soul. Had by some miracle their soul been 'captured' or saved, it'd be found it was already torn to shreds from his ability to target souls directly, and what would a soul striking sound attack do? Simple, raw destruction.

    A grin on Raiza's face as his gaze shifted back to Marceline just about the moment the child's body would slouch down as much as they could, and if they were not restrained then the child would fall right out of the seat onto the floor dead. His gaze showed the lack of regret or lack of care of the small child's life, it meant nothing to him because it was not a life that was required to continue existence. In fact, Raiza didn't even give Vlad a chance to save the child as a pet, or to make their mind up to kill her themselves. Not even reanimation would save the child as the brain was long scrambled from an overload of sound.


    "It is Done, no force required.".

    His cold-hearted words paired equally with his sinister grin before a second sigh would escape his mouth. Was Raiza an obedient dog? Yes, and the writer was proud of that fact. Raiza had loyalty to Marceline for a reason, that reason may reveal itself over time, maybe it wont. Though for now Raiza kept his loyalty to Marceline until otherwise a reason was given to not be such an obedient person. Though even if he wasn't, he was still an ally first and foremost only to her, and would carry out plans as so long as he deemed the plan or order something worth following, which included even attacking Vlad with no mercy, no hesitation, and without holding back in the slightest of ways if he had to.

    Though in all honesty, Raiza had no plans to attack something like Vlad unless ordered, or in defense of either himself or Marceline. Though after that stunt, he did keep a mental eye on Vlad, waiting for a trigger of moments that they may act foolish & attack or do more than just run their mouth by barking nonsense. As Raiza saw it, Vlad was there in case they needed more bodies in on the job, and nothing more. Why else would Marceline put up with such arrogance. Even as Raiza listened to Vlad's words of 'lucky he was even chose to help?' Such words only made Raiza's smile turn into a grin when he turned his eyes to Marceline before his gaze shifted back to the remaining hostages.

    "Lets face it, Vlad wasn't going to kill the child, so I did. When the death bell tolls, nothing is safe after all."

    Was this a threat? Perhaps, but not a direct one, not yet at least. Though there was a reason he used such a high class spell to kill such a fodder child as that one. If Vlad had some how intercepted it, then Raiza wanted to make sure that the attack would still work, while showing how bad of an idea it would be to stop death from claiming a soul that was meant to be claimed.

    "We'll just show the dead child on camera, perhaps just her decapitated head would suffice. If needed I'll bring it into view myself, though I doubt I'd be needed. After all, I don't have good stage or camera presence. I'm more willing to stay off, and act behind the scenes unless I truly need to destroy something. " In other words, Raiza was shit on camera but in reality, he could easily destroy or level towns, possibly cities too without much trouble, something that if caught on camera would show his level of darkness. However if he were to act on camera then it'd be quite un-entertaining. His thought of being on camera would simply walk in front of it, slit the throat of the hostages, and leave one before he issued the first, only, and final warning all in one.

    "Actually, know what." He let out a chuckle before unsheathing his blade of reckoning. A single swift motion and the already dead child's head would be now rolling away from their body. By the time the head got too far, Raiza was already picking it up by the hair and planting the child's head on a end-table that was camera height in front of the camera so that the moment Marceline wanted the camera to be turned back on, then the whole audience would see the now dead child's head with fresh blood coating the table right in plain view. A signal that the first warning was given. As for the child's body? Raiza cared nothing for it, and already figured Vlad could go have fun with it for all he cared.

    "There, when cameras start to roll, people will know the demands will be met or a second death will happen. I know you told them the wife first but this way we get to look at the mother's expression of lost hope when they realize their child is now dead". What followed Raiza's words was a muffled scream from both the father and mother which made Raiza's eyes widen with joy. "oh, thats right! they can hear me".

    A chuckle escaped his mouth as he walked over to the couple, and removed their blind fold, and pointing to the head to the small child's detached head, before placing the blindfolds back on. The screams of horror were so... fulfilling as even while they had been gagged to prevent their screams being too loud it was still quite the enjoyment to witness the tears running down both the mother and father's faces instantly before he even had a chance to put the bags back over their heads.

    "Well they have less than two hours to grieve, gotta put on a show for the audience soon after all, and if need be I've still got a plan just in case we absolutely require one of those two to cooperate even if they were to die right now."

    Said plan was one that involved using his transformation skill, a skill only Marceline knew about at the time, seeing as Vlad never saw Raiza before his 'change', and while this new form he was in right now was his new permanent base appearance, he still could easily shift to the likes of the mother or the father if for any reason it was even remotely required, an if it was required then the two would no doubt already be dead by then anyways.

    "By the way Vlad, as to your comment of it going to be a long day and to be prepared. I say this, you knew it was going to be a long day when you were invited, we were all prepared for it, I do wonder if you were prepared yourself for it." Only replying not out of necessity, but more out of because Raiza did so on a whim and nothing more, after all it'd get to be quite one sided if all he did was reply to Marceline, and not even acknowledge Vlad at all, even if he didn't want to.


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    The woman's gaze subtly ran across the representative and his wife, their mouths taped up and their hands still bound tightly to the chairs. They writhed and wriggled in their places, as though moving around would loosen up the ropes that held them bound. However, each movement they made only dug the rope deeper into their flesh, cutting gouges of flesh out from the roughness. Blood trickled down their wrists and arms were rubbed raw, while muffled noises from their taped mouths cried out for help. She quickly lost interest in the two people, their futile attempts in escaping becoming less and less entertaining to her. Before long, they would both be dead, but they were already cutting away at their life source with the rope on their wrists. Any longer, they would likely bleed out and they would be left with no hostages to get a scare out of the public eye.

    Marceline heaved herself up onto the table that the equipment was placed on, crossing her legs one over the other. Her hands rested delicately on the tabletop, supporting her weight while she waited for the time to slowly pass by. She dawdled there for a moment or two, letting her mind wander from place to place and thought to thought. The building hadn't much they could do in, when all there was were boxes filled with who knows what or another. Overall, the place was extremely empty, even for being a warehouse that was meant to store wares of the people of the city. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she leaned back a little, careful to not crush any of the equipment that they needed for broadcasting. With nothing there to entertain her, what was she meant to do to keep herself preoccupied until the two hours were up?

    It was the strange inkling something was going on that wasn't authorized did Marceline look toward Raiza for a brief moment. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't say anything to him; what she felt, however, cleared up the curiosity she had. The spike in his magic's magnitude was enough to alert her that he was doing something she hadn't exactly told him to do yet. Did she stop him though? No, she let him be because as self righteous as she was with certain ordeals, she wanted to see a fight ensue. It was her source of entertainment, she wasn't going to pass by a potential fight between job partners, now would she? In the two hours they had to do whatever they wanted to do, this was something that would entertain her for a bit. Marceline's eyes wandered from Raiza to the child Vlad had situated to sit in front of her parents and watch them be tortured and die.

    The scent of blood reached her nostrils and the red irises of her eyes had quickly glossed over with an alienated black. Veins popped out from underneath her eyes, looking as though they were pulsating or pushing blood through them. Her mouth partially opened, a peek of sharp fangs appearing from within the confines of her mouth and behind luscious lips. It watered with excitement at the scent of blood, her eyes pinpointing the dripping of blood fro the girl's ear closest to her. All thought had gone out the window for a moment, the drive to drink every droplet of the child's blood aching in her body. However, Marceline shook her head violently, dizzying herself enough that it stopped the thought of bloodlust in her mind. She turned away from the dead girl's body and directed her gaze toward Raiza, hoping to use him as a homing sensor for her brain to keep herself calm.

    A sly grin crossed over her lips and she reached upward to caress Raiza's face, with contentment and happiness showing. Her gaze wandered over to Vlad, watching him to see how he would react to the situation now that his play toy was gone. Marceline's gaze held somewhat of a seductive nature to it, her lids half closed, but her eyes looking out at Vlad from underneath the lashes. By now, she had herself draped over Raiza, an arm around his shoulders and her head resting against the shoulder closest to her. The smirk was still planted on her face a devious one, as though she was trying to show Vlad what he didn't have but could've had. "You are good friend zu mich, Raiza," she murmured adoringly toward him, "Ich don't know vhat I'd do vid out you." Evidently, the woman stuck her tongue out at Vlad, then lifted herself up to plant a kiss on Raiza's lips before pulling away. "Friends."

    Marceline fell away from Raiza and sat back up on the table of equipment, staring off into space as she watched the head of the girl roll to the floor. He planted it on another table that was directly below a camera enough that the camera would be able to catch it. The muffled screams of the mother and father called out to them, but it wasn't much more than screams of horror, despair, and sorrow. Her face was nonchalant, held no emotion, but stare calmly at the lifeless eyes of the child's head resting on the table. It was sickening in what they were capable of doing, but as dark magi, this was something they were expected to do. One of the reasons why they often held no emotion in what they did because a single emotion could easily ruin everything. "Vlad, vould you like zu do ze next step?" she inquired, her gaze wandering from the child to their replacement job partner.

    They only had so long before the two-hour interval they had would be up and someone had to take front and center. She had already done a good portion of what was asked of them, and figured letting someone else do the job would be better. Besides, it would give Vlad time to decide what he wanted to do with the representative's wife on camera for the rest of them. And since they had already finished off one of the three hostages, the ransom would be known not to be fake. With a little girl dead, the public would be in hectic commotion, running around with their heads cut off like chickens. It was almost disappointing that she was not out there, watching the thing live as her job partners did it, but that was all right. To be fair, it was more fun being here than it was being out in the real world; it was as though she was escaping reality for a bit.

    Besides, she wanted to see what Vlad was known for doing, what exactly he did in his spare time as a dark magus. She hadn't seen him in a while, so it would be interesting to see how he has progressed as a magus since his joining of Grim Heresy. After all, they had been "together" in a sense since she had first joined Grim Heresy, herself, it was nice to see the progression of others as well.

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    Post by Vlad 22nd February 2017, 5:19 pm

    Vlad simply watched as the dog lunged forward; it seemed he had received some new orders from his master. With a slight sigh he simply allowed the mutt to do as it pleased, no reason to start a fight which would only lead to a wounded dog. What was the point in doing this now? Breaking protocol. He had already played into Vlad's hand, though he doubted that was what they were thinking; while it was true that he had some interest in the child, children were one thing that he found he had a softer spot for, it was not as though he could not replace it with something more interesting.

    "You are like a mutt without a muzzle. Simply going berserk whenever your master requests? That is how one finds themselves executed. This is how a person is caught. Blind obedience leads to a persons demise. While I, personally, hate your type of person... I'm in no mood to dirty my hands with something as dirty as yourself." With this he spat on the ground in his direction. "Who knows, I may even catch something if I did. Who knows what the slut has given you? Eh?" He chuckled, looking over to the child's head. Such a waste of potential; why throw away something so promising?

    "You know what bothers me more? More than the fact that you cannot act for yourself, that you have resigned your consciousness to this woman's design, but the fact that you cannot think of the effects that your actions will have on the job in general; were we not asked to execute the child last? At least not until a later time. Not only have you made a rash decision, like some child who wanted to have the first piece of cake, but you have failed this job. Such an idiotic man, falling victim to a succubus's wiles? Grow up." With this he waved the man on, he was tired of looking at the failure of a mage. "Leave. I see no reason to have a person who cannot take orders from their employer around. Or would you rather leave in a body bag? I'm sure that's what she would prefer, though I dislike playing into others hands. Either way, be sure to clean up after yourself before you leave. I hate having to look at failures. It's disgusting." 

    It was with this that he walked over to the wife, simply running his hand down her cheek. "One of the worst things a parent can do is outlive their child, no? While I do dislike having to associate myself with a person as pitiful, and dirty, as him... This is a job. You have to deal with the cards that you are dealt, no? I'm sure you understand what I am trying to say. I'm sure you've dealt with people like him; those incompetent fools who try to run the government. Well, it is business. Although I was willing to spare your child, I'm afraid I could care less what happens to you. You've been on this planet long enough and I'm sure you've lived a rather fulfilling life. 

    Grabbing the wife, forcing her onto her feet, he simply place her over his shoulder and brought her over to one of the cleared tables. "Is the mutt still here? Perhaps he would like to watch a talented mage? I mean, this could serve as a lesson and warning! This is how I enjoy to use my time, and I don't mind slaying those who perceive themselves to be close to me. Everyone can die. Everyone can experience pain. If I cannot kill a person I can sure as hell make them wish that they were dead." It was with this that he reached into his pouch, pulling out a leather bound pouch; unzipping this pouch a variety of tools would make them self shown to those who cared to look. Running his hands over the blades he simply let out a light smile. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" He chuckled, pushing up the thinner blade; this was the most optimal for simply incisions. It was the best to simply tease the person. It was very much equivalent to sex in a way. The foreplay could change the entire experience. Spend too little time on it, and they are not prepared; spend too much time on it and it seems to desensitize the person to the real meal. 

    It was with this that he simply placed the blade on the females blouse; running it down, slowing tearing through the fabric, he simply pushed it aside. "Now you see, the same area that one would focus on for sex can be used in torture; the reason a person teases those areas is simply because they are sensitive. I assume you are an idiot, you have very little knowledge on the body, and as such will not get into the complex mechanisms that allow for this to exist." It was with these words that he placed the blade on the shoulder blade of the female; running it downward, allowing it to slowly weave as it approached the breast, he would quickly accelerate; the blade ran cleanly through her flesh, tearing the skin asunder from her shoulder to her upper torso. "I could continue this demonstration, though I do not really feel the need; demonstrating ones skills is only done when they feel the need to impress others, or help their own confidence. I need neither. I know I am better than most. I need not worry about you all." It was with this that he place the blade on her neck and simply ran it through; severing her jugular and carotid he simply allowed her to bleed out. "Do not expect me to entertain you as the child does. There is no reason for me to." He chuckled, whipping the blade on the females torn blouse, and returning it to the pouch from which it came. From here he returned it to his other pouch, so many pouches. "Lets finish this." He spoke, looking to the pets owner.

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    Post by Raiza 25th February 2017, 7:00 am

    Are you afraid of death? Well you shouldn't be, for death is a beautiful treasure that takes one an entire lifetime to seek out. Life? Now that is what you should be afraid of. Life is but that beautiful lie you believe till death. It is the lie the betrays you countless times, and yet you still believe there is a chance. Some defy this, and find ways around life and death, but no matter their method, there will be an end in the future.. So, let me ask this again. Are you afraid of the truth? or do you enjoy the comfort of the lie? No matter how many times that topic crossed Raiza's ears or mind did it ever phase him. Threats of death by a salty individual, encounters with it as the whole, no, he accepted it's existence as a part of who he was. Even watching the two hostages squirm made him feel anything. How long had the clock above their head been at 0? How long had those two existed long past the time they should have died by the group's hand. Was it fate that he chose to take the child's life first rather than second as the job had suggested?

    It was interesting, really, his actions were something he had no reason to regret, and this was confirmed so much more so when he had locked lips with Marceline even for the brief moment. 'Friends' they were called, but even so, Raiza still knew where he stood. While his expression could change to many things, and words could be used to further the situation, instead Raiza only let out a smile while he eyes gazed into Marceline's. While he would have loved to reply to Marceline in a German tongue to show a return of affection he had to default back to the language he did know. A grin replacing the smile he had, showing his response to Marceline's words.

    "As sweet as ever, Marceline"

    As the words left Raiza's mouth, his gaze never did shift away until Marceline began to move away. He could have gone into more elaborate compliments, keeping it short and simple was the route he took instead. All this while reflecting back on the first time they did meet. Funny really, how much had changed, how many tables had turned, and how many changes in one's path had been made. If Raiza had to sum it all up into one big game ride then it would be next to impossible. In fact, the sum of events that had all happened so far would be in his own words interesting, and quite the ride. Still though, reflecting back onto that first day they had met made Raiza realize more than one apparent truth about not just that situation, but rather himself as well.

    While it was true, it had not been elaborated much before, but what was the connection between the two dark mages? Sure Raiza was well aware of who Marceline's significant other was, he still had to reflect back on more than just that very first meeting, but rather almost all of their encountered both shown and behind the scenes. Now the question remained, who was she to Raiza? A queen? A master? A friend? An Ally? A guildmate? An Unknown? While so many titles could be given, the truth wasn't so simple a single word could ever define what Raiza considered Marceline to be to him. This was why the reflection of who she was to him had come into question. This is why Raiza's thoughts were drifting off to reflections of the past. In fact, his current reflection was that of a line he once told Marceline back when they first met. Back in savage skull, and more so, back on their very first job together long before either of their names were really known in Fiore.

    ==Memory==
    " I am not him. I have powers and his blood, however I do hope you see you and I as equals, not as me being above you."
    ==end memory==

    How egocentric he was back then. To think, he had regarded himself as a higher being long ago. Truly, it was only because he didn't realize the ground he really stood on. Lowering himself to be Marceline's equal? Such an arrogent look in on life, it was him trying to reach up to be Marceline's equal, not the other way around. Though now? Where did he see himself? Not long ago he considered Marceline his queen, a royal figure of the undead. Though did that still hold true? Perhaps not, or Raiza would be calling Marceline queen or majesty right about now, but did he still regard her as above himself? Though the real question should be asked is 'why'. It was a level of respect for what had happened, what he had become and how he viewed Marceline as to be.

    How far had this reflection gone was more than length of time. His smile even remained the moment he glanced back over to Marceline even for a split second. The rest of the world mattered not to him right now for around Marceline's neck was a necklace that was a token, a reminder of another time they had been together. Though it was more than that. It held a much deeper meaning because of what happened during that meeting. A change in path, an unfolding of event that held such impact that without it, would Raiza still be here? Would he still be so obedient? Though the thought of 'what if that meeting never happened' would be short lived as he focused back on deeper meanings within that memory. A few stuck out. The act they had done, the way they treated each other from the near end of the job, and then...

    ==Memory==

    'Unknown spirit, I call to thee
    Me who wish to set you free.
    Cross on over, so that I may help.
    Come to me. Reveal yourself."
    ==End Memory==


    It was a powerful incantation, and the moment Raiza had thought about it, he still remembered the method of storing that object. To even obtain it from him would require his death or him to activate his death's arsenal technique. So what did something such as this mean to Raiza? An answer could not be formed in his mind, no line of words could define it, only express the feelings could be a smile. To attempt to even answer that would also drive back to the first question asked. Are you afraid of death?

    While the reflections of the past could almost go on forever in itself, Raiza's mind wandered back to the situation and then back onto the clock. It was but an hour till show time, and the noise around him was nothing but like the salt filled ocean. Really, it mattered little to him what was going on unless he actually dictated that it should matter. Even as each second of the clock ticked closer to the start up time it only brought the reality of a truth closer. Each second provided intel for him to work. Each second provided more time on their side. In fact, each second closer only fueled the miasma in the air. A potent indistinguishable miasma that was similar to that of a succubus' allure. Was this out of natural reaction? That much was unknown, but the moment Raiza noticed it himself, the miasma would be gone before it had time to affect anyone.

    'Is that the way I feel?' A thought simply crossed his mind, the miasma had no time to reach anyone in the room. It had been an invisible force he had made without even meaning to. Though, the purpose of that miasma was what made Raiza's gaze shift upwards to the ceiling. Resting there as a sigh escaped his lips while he stared up towards the dimly lit interior. The smile that remained on his face was no longer so easy to decipher as it held multiple meanings now, but would he explain what it meant? There was no need, as by the time he would have to, it would have already been all too clear. Though this is what some would call a shadowplay, no?

    Though with realization of many other things was when Raiza's smile slowly vanished. The time? What was it now? Glacing over to the camera, he already knew time was sure to be reaching the hour mark. Five minutes to go, the camera was about to start rolling, and time to start the show was about to begin. This time, it was the wife's turn to die for the job was at hand. Though how ever slowly it came, Raiza's gaze only glanced over to the female hostage a single time before anything had even began. A single button push was all that was needed indicating the camera was rolling, broadcasting torture to all of Fiore. Once again, the pirated broadcast being played only to drive home a point. Their demands were to be met, or death would happen instead.

    Keeping an eye on the monitor from behind the camera, Raiza noticed a single twitch of delay in the broadcast. To the untrained eye, this was just some camera error or some poor lacrima reception. However, Raiza had been dealing with technology for nearly his entire life and then some when it came to experimentation. To him, he knew what that small twitch of delay was. It in itself made Raiza grit his teeth before making a "tsch" sound. Time was limited now, the resistance had tried to crack his machinery and while it failed, it did signal a warning to him. Luckily, the broadcast was done and the female hostage was already dead. Though now a thought crossed his mind, should they wait the two hours and go along with the job or finish it now? How long could all of the precautions that were put into place stay there?

    The camera was already shut off, and Raiza's gaze shifted to Marceline. "Marceline, Time has become limited. The council is starting to crack the lacrima firewalls that are being used to protect our broadcasting position and the pirated broadcast. I cannot give an accurate measure of when they will, their technology is far superior currently, though ironically we have at the very least two hours which is the time until our next broadcast to finish off the final piece. Even then with that projected frame the council will not have adequate time to mobilize anything greater than what they currently have in Era right now. Even with that, they cannot risk deploying the royal guard against us, not if they wish to leave the city wide open for even more calamity that will already happen with the planted explosives. Walking forward, Raiza placed down a single lacrima cube which began to project a hologram above it, large enough for all job members to see a number of details.

    "Here is live feed from the security I've set up prior. Three hundred and sixty degree view of the structure we're in, and two hundred meters out. That and, if anything gets close, we'll know about it. If any parts of this goes black then we've lost a camera's view." Even as Raiza spoke, a few figures began to rustle around, shifting before going in hiding. "What you currently see outside are the undead I am controlling." It was an elaborate setup, but all the well worth it. Looking back now though, Raiza wondered how many trails he had to cover, how many angles had been looked at. Was this just the tip of a complex militant strategy? Unlike in many real time strategy games this was real life strategy. There wouldn't be any overhead live time view from satellite perspective. No cross team-speak chat channel to discuss active strategy of engagement from both those involved and non-involved. Instead, this was life, and the only intel they had would be the intel they either found themselves, or acquired through various means.

    Such measures that Raiza had gone through only showed the level of precaution he took on even jobs that did not from the start directly involve combat, but still yet may have that component in them. Further out from the structure, would be a small electronic device, it had appeared rather simple in nature with what resembled a single long anti-tank rifle. This was the anti-infantry machine Raiza had in his own arsenal, a prototype to the anti infantry ship he used. While it only had limited ammo, in fact the prototype only had a single round, it would still be enough for in case the time came. Especially with wireless A.I communication. The only downside is, it was designed to work with Raiza's H.U.D ability, which is something he no longer possessed.

    Strange really, looking back now, his view on the world had also changed drastically. Looking upon the world he used to see health bars, mana bars, numbers, calculations, and more. Now? It was as if he was playing a game that had disabled the user interface, and the heads up display. What this meant was he had to rely on other methods of aiming the machine, rather than mentally tele-communicating each dial of the angel of fire. Though, the machine wasn't designed for single targets, but rather to rip through multiple. Simply just another defense Raiza had, and this one was roughly three hundred meters away, keeping aim right at the main gate of the builing, which just so happened to be the least fortified. As for any other defenses, one came to mind but the repair on it had not been finished, and that was the mech suit. Shame those werewolves had torn through the metal so easily. It made Raiza realize he would need to nearly scrap the entire thing for it to be any good work. Though there was at least something from it that could help.

    Raising up a hand, he had summoned what looked like a massive detached mechanical limb with a built in turret. While the ground work was crude, the thud it created when landing was enough to show how heavy it was, and had even cracked the cement flooring several meters away from where it landed. Though the power source was low, ammunition was less than fifty rounds remaining, and the fire rate was enough to drop that within a matter of seconds, it still provided another defense.

    "Given the fact, I'm going to assume we'll be finishing the job. I've taken care of the mechanical side of defenses, as well as having a small platoon of undead outside. Reconnaissance of Era signifies there are currently no warp technology available, so any resistance will be of Era's own gathering. No information on any mages residing in Era, aside from the council itself, seeing as no guild resides here. I wont be underestimating what they may pull out though, and with us so close to their HQ, any actions they take will be quick. We'll have the edge when it comes to that. We have less than two hours till we go live with Mr Thompson himself, and by now they're starting to try and find where we are. No guarantee that we'll even get to do that broadcast if we in fact wait the two hours, however every time we go live it gives them more opportunity. What do you want to do, Marceline?"


    Despite that Raiza knew the council would find them about the two hour mark, he was playing his own cards onto the field. Walking back to the magic ritual circle after setting the machine up on a rotational device, it'd be aimed upwards for the moment, until Raiza required it to open fire if a large group were to appear. Though how would the situation pan out? Still had the last hostage to deal with, as well as the black blood brotherhood. So far, the situation was still calm, and if need be, they were ready to have the magic council play right into their hands. Finding them? Sure, come find the group, and with the quick spearheaded assault of what they could immediately gather would only mean the force would not be fully in sync to fight a fortified, and properly recon'd environment. Though, if and when the group would be attacked then Raiza only had to push a single button, to detonate every explosive he had brought along, these explosives were planted inside of Era itself, and would no doubt split the attention of the forces even further.

    "Lastly, the explosives within Era are all primed. I'll detonate it the moment we meet any resistance, which should allow a larger window of opportunity to do our work." A grin appearing on his face the moment he began to fiddle with the remote detonation device as if he was some satisfied sadistic strategist. Games were his specialty after all, even without his gamer magic anymore, this was just a game of strategy now. Chess or shogi were similiar, protection of pieces, claiming of an area, and the annihilation of select pieces. While Raiza had certain traits, one other trait that stood out was this exact tactical nature. Though to say he thought of everything would be egotistical. There were plenty of holes in his plan, plenty of ways around everything he did, but that would be highly unlikely that every single one would be exploited, or that the magic council would have time to disarm everything in time. With them needing to disarm over a few dozen camera, the long range infantry assault rifle, multiple bombs, and crack the firewall on their location in the first place. This would take time, which time was not on the council's side. To let them come attack would be to play into the job team's hand. Even some of the black blood brotherhood had already joined in the parameter defense.

    All in all, the defense set up was flawed in a few ways, but it wasn't designed to be impenatrable, or was it set up to be a savior to all. No, what it was designed for was the X-variable of the three magi being able to use magic in response as well. It was designed to consume time, and to force the council into acting faster, while delaying time. It was designed to prevent an army at their doorstep, while being able to secure not just a viable advantage in the fight, but also a way out if they so deemed it needed.



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    Post by Cirven 7th April 2017, 4:14 pm

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    The Magic Council seemed to find themselves in a situation where they had very little time and very little options in order to save any of the Thompson family. It was like they found themselves in cornered by a approaching giant in their way with only two options to go about. One would be going quickly by the giant as stealthily and quickly as possible before being noticed and the other would be to use the giant's own legs as a way to quickly bring it down before things go any worse. The first option was a reference to the Magic Council sending in a group to directly save the family and hopefully not be caught in doing so which had the easiest and quickest possibility of loss. Their other option had them finding the hideout of the Black Brotherhood in order to cut out the money the criminals who were doing the job would be paid. This could cause them to not want to go through with the killings at all but if not then they still could use the opportunity to try and save the family while they were distracted by the loss of their employer.

    The Magic Council decided to go with both plans but with the first plan coming after the second which they knew they only had so much time to complete but they needed to cover that base as soon as possible. There was an issue with this though. They did not want to use any of their own men to go on a suicide mission to deal with a dark guild. They knew they had legal guilds they could contact but the issue was they did not want the Black Blood Brotherhood to be left alive which forced them to have to deal with other options that did not mind killing for some reason or another. They could not trust any dark guilds to do this because they could possibly be enticed by the idea to join up with the others keeping the hostages for the payout they would receive. This forced them to deal with the very little guilds they had that were neutral guilds which lead them to quickly discussing a form of pay to one of the men who they have gained a form of trust with for doing their jobs; Cirven Mizune.

    The demon was offered a lump sum of jewel no matter what happened in the job he was hired to do if he failed to kill the employer or not. The job he was hired to do was to take out the hideout they had found that housed Black Blood Brother members. It was a simple assassinate job for him and because of that he had similar feelings about doing it as he did in the past. Though in the past he was forced to kill without knowing exactly if the people he was killing were evil or not and was just assigned to kill them just to keep the guise of Cor Torva and the life of his sister intact. This time he was told that the people he was killing were all evil and needed to be rid of the world around them. He might not have thought that killing was always the needed option but in this time he knew something had to be done in some way to try and save the family but at the same time prevent any situations like this from happening again from his target. It was like a domestic animal tasting human blood for the first time; they'd feel like they wanted more and more of it and become obsessed with it which lead to the animal being put down quickly if those around it were smart.

    The dual-eyed demon quartermaster of Black Sails found himself in the rocky lands of a nearby small mountain area to Era. The mountain area was something that most people did not pay much attention to for the most part because it was simply just a rocky area that most would only pass by on their way to or out of Era. There was something hidden in the rock formation in the form of a hidden door inside of a boulder that lead into a certain hideout. Cirven stood in front of the boulder dressed in all black as usual but this time with a hood that draped over his head to mask his face under the shadow it produced and only left out his fang filled mouth and some of his nose being visible. He knew that there was a secret way of opening the boulder's fake sheet of rock and revealing the door because of the Magic Council's research. They had known where this hideout was for some time but never acted upon it because they had not found the time to do so. That all changed now.

    Cirven moved his right foot around on the ground until he could find a slightly discolored rock on the ground. It took him a short time to find it but it felt a lot longer to him as he shuffled his foot around the ground. The rock he was looking for moved into the ground with a click and with that the fake sheet of rock slide to the side and brought him in front of two guards of the entrance. "Who the hell are you and how did you find your way into this door?" The guards both stared at the cloaked Cirven and pulled out the swords on their sides as they waited for an answer. "I'm here for the party." Cirven spoke and then gave off a fang filled grin to the two men. "There is no par-" The man was cut off by the quick swipe of Cirven's hand that was covered in black electricity. His eyes widened from the attack and he started to fall to the ground with his head falling from his body. "-ty..." The end of his sentence escaped his mouth as he fell to the ground in two pieces. The second guard reacted quickly and swung his sword outward to cut through Cirven but the blade was caught by the demon's hand and his other hand quickly was thrust forward to the opening he had just created and skewered the man while surging his body with black electricity. Cirven pulled his arm out of the man's chest and flicked his wrist a few times in an attempt to get the blood off of his arm. "Sorry. Forgot to tell you that you were invited to the slaughter party I was assigned to give you all. Hope you enjoyed the surprise." The grin was still plastered on his face as he made his way through the door and deeper into the hideout.

    Cirven was not always as sadistic as he could be because he preferred to keep that side of himself hidden from those around him but he did have a switch that he could go into when he needed to kill. A switch that lead him to kill over and over with no remorse for the life of those around him. A sadistic side that simply killed in order to rid the world around him of the sickness that was brought on by those he considered to be worthless to helping the world. With this persona in tow he made his way into the hideout where his target's could only wait for their moment to meet the now blood stained demon.

    After making his way down a flight of stairs he was brought in front of a room where multiple members of the dark guild were sitting and resting in a fairly sized bar-like area. His presence brought on all the looks of those around him who probably quickly figured out that he was not one of them and realized the blood that covered his arm. "Yo." He spoke out and waved his blood stained arm. "Don't worry about this arm guys. The guard up top gave me some of his so its not even mine." His words were welcomed by silence and with that from another room came a man dressed in clothing that could only be looked at as 'the rich guy' of the group. Cirven quickly jumped to his assumption. "I take it that you are the guy who is in charge, right? I wasn't feeling like chasing you down through here either way." The man was not pleased at all by the comments directed at him. He looked around the room towards his men and then back at Cirven. "Kill this clown." With the order set in place the men all started to get up and make their way to Cirven. "I figured this would happen. Just be ready for the consequences." Cirven bent down with his arms in a cross in front of his face. Black electricity and a purple aura formed over his arms and body. The purple aura formed into a form of what most people would think was the a form of the grim reaper, Death. The demon would then quickly dash off between a group of the men with all behind him suddenly stopping and dropping to the floor with their bodies cut in two from the quick slashing attack. The sight seemed to only fuel the men around Cirven more and they each tried to attack him. A blast of fire came flying at him from multiple men, then a blast of water from some more and then the very earth around the demon was thrown at him. The attacks caused the area to quake and surrounded the area in dust and debris from the combination of attacks.

    "That hurt a bit..." Through the smoke created from the attacks the glowing left red eye of Cirven could be seen before all the air around him seemed to be sucked into his body, revealing a new black armored form that seemed to protect him from the attacks to a degree. Cirven's cheeks puffed out before he then shot off a lightning fast bolt of black electricity from his mouth that enveloped all those in front of him. The attack was so powerful that it left the bodies of those hit with parts of themselves missing as well as shot through the wall of the underground area.

    "Hey. The rest of you better come get some revenge before I kill you in vain or something. It might take out the fun of doing this otherwise." With his words each of the men continued their assault but after the battle ended it turned out to not be enough with bodies laid out across the area and Cirven finding himself and the leader of the hideout the only ones left. Cirven had taken attack after attack but because of his armor and healing factor he was left looking unscathed compared to the leader who's clothes were left shredded with his body, bloodied and battered. The demon held the man up against a wall with one of his hands through the leader's shoulder and pinning him there. "That was sort of fun, huh? Now I just need you to tell me if you were the one who hired those people to kill the Thompson family. My employer wants to know." The leader smiled a blood covered smile and laughed. "After all this, you ask that? I did not even hire them!
    That wa-
    " Before he could keep speaking Cirven used his free hand to thrust into the man's throat and shut him up. "Too much info. Just needed that part." Cirven ripped his arms out of the man and let his body fall to the floor as he made his exit of the hideout. "Thank you for being cooperative everyone!" He spoke last as he made his way to the stairs. He arrived outside as he started to use the black electricity over his body to burn away the blood that was on him and his clothing.

    A squad of Rune Knights approached him from a nearby position they were watching from. "I don't necessarily like doing that but its done. Sorry about the mess but it was pretty much the only way." He spoke as his persona changed back to the regular him. The Rune Knights nodded and went to inspect the area while he left to go and get his payment.

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    Failure, Too, Is A Form of Death [Marceline, Raiza, Vlad] Empty Re: Failure, Too, Is A Form of Death [Marceline, Raiza, Vlad]

    Post by Guest 7th April 2017, 5:29 pm

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    Her attention was quickly drawn away from Vladimir and directed toward Raiza again, his voice of concern ringing into her ears. Despite having almost two hours to sit around and do absolutely nothing while the wound placed on the public began to fester, the Rune Knights were already beginning to do their job. This meant that even though they still had a lot of time to dillydally and ruin each other’s lives, they didn’t have all the time in the world. If they wasted too much time, the Rune Knights could do what was told of them and crack into their walls and lead the Magic Council to where they are. As pleasant of situation that would be to be able to face off with the Magic Council, they were not exactly ready to face such dastardly men. Oh, she would have taken joy at being able to torment the Magic Council, but only being A-rank, herself, she couldn’t do much against them. So, facing off with the Magic Council was something that she didn’t quite want to do yet as much of an opportunity given to her this was.

    With a heavy sigh, the woman heaved herself off of the equipment table and wandered back over to the representative and his now dead wife. They were not actually meant to kill the people off screen, but she doubted that it would matter much to the public if they were still alive or not. Perhaps the public was even expecting them to appear dead on the television now, explaining to them that they were too damn slow. That would be one hell of a joy certainly, and hopefully, they wouldn’t be fired from their task for doing something they technically shouldn’t have. However, she expected such attitudes to come from both of her boys, all things considered that the two of them hated each other’s guts. It was a complicated relationship she didn’t quite understand, but it was a relationship that she wouldn’t push in either direction. If they wanted to hate each other, they certainly could, and if they wanted to let bygones be bygones, then that was perfectly fine as well.

    Marceline trailed her way over to the representative, letting her fingers lightly embrace the man’s bare skin along his collarbone to his neck. She bent down and whispered something inaudible into his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine as the cameras flickered back on. Displayed on the flat screen televisions on the largest of buildings, the woman could easily be seen by thousands of people in the streets. Cooing gently into his ear and trailing her fingers lightly up and down his throat, she mindlessly stared into the lens of the camera. Nothing else was said, not even what she was instructed to say to the public; she just merely stood there and toyed with the man. He was visibly shaking his seat, eyes wide and forehead sweaty, afraid of whatever it was that the woman had in store for him. Both a wife and daughter already dead, the man was only festering his own fears, letting them eat away at his already broken mind.

    Strangely enough, she dropped her hand away from the representative’s throat and stepped away from his seat to stand in front of the camera. But just as she had stepped in front of that camera, the screams of men and women clogged her ears and entirely changed her demeanor. She didn’t know what was going or why they were screaming bloody murder, but it sent a shiver down her spine out of fear. A feeling that she had not felt since she was very little and a feeling that she did not want to feel again any time in the future. Wide eyes turned away from the camera and when she glanced away, it would be that moment she felt the immense signature of a very powerful magus. Eyes quickly narrowing, the woman stepped toward the magical power, but gripped the throat of the representative and snapped it. The man slumped down in his seat, eyes lolling into the back of his head, the only thing keeping him seated being the tape that bound him to the chair.

    A bloodied magus entered the room from a different vantage point, trickles of blood trailing down his cloak and blade of his weapon. Her eyes glanced toward the longsword he wielded, then to the shield that was bore in his other hand, and the stance that he held. Instantaneously, the woman’s signature auras would flare up and cause cataclysmic damage the surrounding area out of defense. The auras hit the man dead on, but while they chewed away at his magic power and at the flesh that covered his bones, most of him would go unscathed. She outstretched one of her hands and called forth her scythe, swinging it around so that it fell swiftly into a fighting stance. Marcy was not about to go without a fight; she would do what needed to be done in order to assure everyone was annihilated. It didn’t matter to her that innocent lives had been taken, what mattered to her was that this man had interrupted their little scene.

    Purple essence emitted from the blade of her scythe, spanning outward like tendrils and crawling toward the sword and shield mage. She swung her scythe toward the man, letting a stream of shadow-like substance make its way toward her target to wrap around him. However, the man simply raised his shield and let the attack slam full force into the protective device, leaving him unscathed by her attack. “Raiza,” she called out, hoping that her partner in crime would swiftly come to her aid and leave what they were previously doing behind. There was no chance in Hell that she would be able to withstand the attacks of this magus without losing her life to him. Nor could she lose her life to him because that meant she would fail the job and she certainly could not afford to fail a job. “I really need that help right now and it would be so kind of you to help out against this man because. . . I don’t think I can do it.

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    Failure, Too, Is A Form of Death [Marceline, Raiza, Vlad] Empty Re: Failure, Too, Is A Form of Death [Marceline, Raiza, Vlad]

    Post by Raiza 10th April 2017, 1:50 am

    It had seemed time had gone by so fast. Though the fact time did pass had actually allowed Raiza to build momentum up for the impending strike. Long after Vlad had vanished from the scene, and Marceline and himself were left alone, did the real setup begin. Though even with outside forces, it wasn't long before a weak spot in all the defenses had managed to be exploited. Which was to be expected after all, defend too much, and then people start getting strategic on you. Perhaps it was just too much of a concentration of defensive spells that caused their location to be found out. Though, there would be no use in trying to care even in the least bit now about how they got in. Now, would be the time to act on while they were in.

    Though one single sight of the invader finally made Raiza realize another thing. It wasn't that the invader found a weak spot in all the defenses Raiza had up, but rather, they simply broke through all of them. Not only broke through the undead army Raiza had raised up, but also, fought off a majority of the other defenses. Even the turret that was set up had been knocked out of being effective. Everything that was happening so far, was almost as if planning was thrown out the window. Was this the level of strength the magic council truly had? Perhaps even far stronger than Raiza anticipated. Truthfully, it was a good thing, had they not had such a strength, then Fiore would already belong to the darkness. Though, that idea wasn't too bad either. However, with all that set aside, it wasn't long before Raiza witnessed Marceline confronting the big 'good' guy that dawned a sword and shield. Typical warrior or guardian style, which meant high defensive potential. Even as Raiza watched the fight, just waiting, almost in anticipation as if he knew to wait to be called upon, gathering his magical energy into his dark abyssal ritual circle.

    Though it wasn't long till Raiza witnessed both the aura and a shadowy technique from Marceline slam into the opposing warrior full force and be defended. At that point, he was already positioning himself into activating another technique. One of blood magic that began to siphon his own health away before he heard his name get called. "Understood" he spoke immediately after being called, not even waiting for Marceline's next few words. He had already began to release huge amounts of energy, so much so that he had sacrificed roughly 75% of his own health, making him look extremely pale, as dark energy began to swirl around him. "Forbidden dark art". Raiza's own words, sent a shiver down his own spine as he felt the tinge of health be siphoned away from him as a small black sphere formed in the palms of Raiza's hand.

    "Here lies the essence of darkness, kneaded by death. I call forth the abyssal end." Adding in the enchantment only seemed to further increase the spell's power, as if it was indeed a dark ritual spell, in fact this began increasing the energy into the sphere many times over before it began to drop him to his knees. "I was saving this spell for my next encounter with Hera. Hope you enjoy this, because this will be the last time you witness it." Crushing the ball in his palms. "Release level one, Eternity in hell", his final words as the sphere released such a tremendous energy, it quickly consumed the entire building, and several hundred meters in all directions from Raiza. Dark energy would quickly surge from the small sphere Raiza was currently holding in his palms.

    The moment the dark energy did begin to surge out, Raiza was already a knee, looking badly injured from apparently no attack at all. Such a spell after all did cause terrible backlash to cast, but in the end it was worth it. After all was said and done, the surge of energy swept over the entire building, and went for many hundreds of meters away, eradicating the entire building structure, along with a huge chunk of the forest that surrounded them. As for the warrior that opposed them? He was no longer able to be seen, or sensed. Raiza had guessed the spell took that man's life, after all trying to retreat from that spell was next to impossible without proper precautions or a sufficient level of power. Once the spell did end, a lingering dreaded aura overcame the land, as if it had a secondary effect to it. It almost dared those to fight in it, be opposing those whom made it. Though after observation, Raiza let out a smile, struggling to stand back up as it looked as if his own body was beaten badly. He had black marks all across his body, and the rest of his body was a very pale color. Even the color in his eyes seemed to fade as if blinded. Truth was, he had nearly put himself at death's door with that very spell. An imperfect spell that he was still working on many times over.  No sign of any other life around him aside from Marceline, whom would have come out of that spell completely unharmed. That was a perk of the spell though, it ignored all allies of the user which made Raiza wonder, if Vlad didn't vanish prior to shit hitting the fan, would that spell have affected them? Who knows.

    "I suggest we get out of here soon. We did our job." It sounded urgent, but at the same time, it was with good reason. In fact, late blooming explosions had gone off in the distance. They were the lacrima Raiza had planted within the city after all. A clean diversion for the later case, perhaps showing the duo may have just traveled in that direction. The moment said explosions did go off, Raiza began to cast another spell, despite being low on mana as it was, he opened up a black rift in the air. "They wont be able to follow us this way" Raiza added before ensuring Marcy got in before he himself entered, and the portal closed in behind, leaving no trace of the dark mages after such a destructive spell.

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