Revive 「Act I」

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<ooc: I'm sick. If I can't talk, neither can she...Which is lucky for those of you not very active, because otherwise I'd be fishing out more declarations. :'C >
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It was still a bit of a slow start. All pieces had moved at least once, but very little seemed to be happening. The Witch juggled through her emotions. She wasn't patient like the last one had been. The only thing that would seem to satisfy her at this point would be an early death. ...She briefly considered it, but when she went to open her mouth, something stopped her. She slid back into her throne mindlessly, deciding to wait a bit longer. There were two specific pieces she was considering getting rid of early. Maybe during dinner she would manage to kill someone off. That would get things going.

Lonely.

Bored.

Depressed.

Angry.

Depressed.

Depressed.

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She took his silence as both a yes and a no. The Lady was often in shambles. Sometimes, Bellatrix was afraid she would give them away. She often dreamed of the beast inside of that girl devouring her for good and completely taking over. At least at that point, they may have something more consistent to work with. Instead...As she climbed the ruby-painted steps, she pondered this further with a short smile. Such a thought shouldn't have brought her so much amusement.

But this was her role to play. She would play it confidently and gracefully, as always, until something broke her or worked her nerves. She curtsied politely towards the Lord and withdrew from the scene. They would be spoiling that stranger for a bit. Things would only begin to fall apart when the girl woke up from her slumber and realized that morning never came, an event that would both amuse and annoy Belle.

She stopped at the entrance to the Lady's chambered, staring blankly for a moment before bringing a closed hand to the heavy door before her. She knocked once, then called out. If the girl didn't answer, she would leave again. ​

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The wheel of time turns and with each revolution, another cycle begins.​

All of this has happened before​

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"Welcome to our lovely manor," said Jordan with a smile as he approached their guest and bowed deeply as a gesture of welcome. A welcome to the belly of the beast. "The name's Jordan and this is my sister, Aliyah. No need to be shy. We welcome you with open arms."

As he rose up from his bow, he started to analyze his "prey". Maybe he would find something special. Maybe she would bring something new to the plate. Humans, while entertaining to chase and torture, were just that, human. Everybody in this household stood above the rest of humanity in terms of power. Humans were just toys to be played with until they eventually broke. In the end, they never had a chance. They could never avoid their unfortunate fate once they set foot into this household. And to his disappointment, she was normal and ordinary from head to toe. Just another human.

Ehhh, I guess she'll do for now, he thought to his sister as he backed away from their victim.

But maybe he missed something. Deep down, he hoped that he did. Maybe this girl was full of surprises.

 

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<ooc: Sigh. >
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There was very little she could do about her feelings. She didn't have very many options, which was ironic, considering the fact that she had full control over the game board and the people in it. There was still something preventing her from speaking declarations. Something obnoxious and unnatural, but something that had to be there, she thought, so she just sat. Occasionally she'd peek down through the floor at the world below her, curiously examining each one of the pawns.

None, aside from the Lady (and maybe the Lord), had done anything interesting, but that was typical for the start of the play. It was the climax she was excited for, which would most probably happen sometime after dinner. Hopefully sooner than later.

Several moments passed by in which she would alternate between looking down at the pawns, to attempting (and failing) to spin around in her throne, to seeing if the glass below could be broken by the heel of her shoe.

The entire room was a bit of an odd design. It was like a giant glass ball. The walls were clear, but the outside was normally completely white--with the exception of the curved and sleek flooring. The Coordinator could see everything that was happening from up above. It made sense to her, so she didn't question it.

Sometimes, the outside would change colors. She thought it responded to the atmosphere in the room at first, considering she had such a clear mind at the start (when the walls were white), but despite her sadness now, the color didn't change. She recalled arguing with Crestatia here once. The colors melted and shifted radically between red and white, which is where she got the emotion-theory from. Maybe they didn't change unless they were reflecting off of someone else's?

The whiteness didn't bother her. It was just reminding her of how alone she was.

Is this why Crestatia gave up the game? She still thought she was an idiot for doing so...To be given such power, only to throw it away into oblivion. ...Not that she was oblivion. Ugh.

Something had to change--now. She quietly considered a time skip to a more interesting event, then she remembered her voice and groaned, literally slipping off of the throne and onto the glass floor dramatically, her heels discarded.

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Just a moment had passed, but she was already tempted to leave the girl be. She would give it a few more moments, at least until the human girl made up her mind on what she wanted to do. She was silent for now after the Lord's question, but Bellatrix figured she would stay. She was lost, after all. ​

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"Two little victims played with a gun, one shot the other and then there was one~"
"One little victim left all alone. He went and hanged himself and my work was done~"​

La la la​

Aliyah curtsied once again as her brother introduced her, knowing the nessesity of being polite at this stage but she could barely wait for the fun part. But she knew they must lure them in first and make it so there was no chance of escape. She knew it made their reactions as they slowly figure it out oh so much better. Hearing the disappointment in her brother's tone, she was quick to respond, 'Oh don't worry, you never know this one might be different. We should know more than anyone that appearences can be deceptive. She might just be our best toy yet' She thought back, hoping she was right.

Her eyes twinkled as an idea came to mind and quickly she bounded over to the Lord, a grin on her face. She timidly tugged slightly on his jacket to get his attention, with her best innocent child look before she spoke. "Oh father, may we please have a party to celerbrate our guests arrival? It would be so much fun, we do so seldom get guests and it would give her a night she'll never forget. Please Father, may we? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" She had to stop herself saying 'and dipped in blood' as she liked to say after that phrase but that might give the game away, she couldn't do that. She hoped the Lord would agree, it would make the procceeding's much more exciting. She looked up at the Lord as sweetly as she could manage as she awaited his answer.
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May we have a party?​

 

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I slump against the side of the stairway. I don't want to let them see my body or my failure. I don't want to hear their scornful taunting. The twins always dance around, prodding my belly, asking when I'm due. The others either treat me as an unwanted pet, feeding me and doing their duties as according to the lord's wishes, or they make sport of me, treating me as they do wandering humans. In a way it's good. So long as I am not acknowledged, I can know for certain that I haven't completely succumbed to the insanity of this place. I can still be human, if I try hard enough.

My ears prick up as I hear the master's voice echo through the stairwell, as though the mansion itself were his mouth. The announcement of a guest. It's been so long since the last one... I can hardly remember what happened. But, when I look at my bulbous body, I think I know what I need to do to become human. That guest is the key.

With renewed vigor, I purposefully avoid my room. Instead, I make my way through the rest of the mansion. Every room I visit is devoid of human life. The occasional rat still scuttles about, but today I pay little heed to them. For the first time in a while, I feel no inclination to hunt them down, and besides, I have a target of far more import.

Eventually I arrive at the door to the hall. My stomach brushes against the door as push it open a crack and peer through. There they all are, the lord, the butler, the twins and the maid. I barely register that Belle is absent. Instead I focus on the victim. There she is. She's older than me in appearance, and her figure would be imposing. In fact, I can almost certainly say that I would dislike her and even fear her, were the roles not the way they are. Instead, I can only feel pity: pity for the maiden, soon to be soiled, consumed and thrown away.

But she's more than just someone to be pitied. She's my humanity, and my chance. My chance to prove once and for all that I am not a beast, that I don't belong here. If I can save her, an innocent human, from this fate, I'm certain I can save myself.

With all my might I hurl open the door and run towards the victim, crying out to her to turn back.

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"Two little victims played with a gun, one shot the other and then there was one~"
"One little victim left all alone. He went and hanged himself and my work was done~"​

La la la​

Aliyah's eyes widened as she watched in horror, she could barely believe this was happening. 'We've got to do something fast. She's going to ruin everything! We can't lose our toy because of her, we just can't.' She thought urgently to her twin. She was already moving towards the Lady, "M-mother? Are you okay? What's wrong? Can I help you?" She asked, her voice laced with worry. "Mother? Don't worry, everything's going to be okay. It is, I assure you." She turned round to look at the guest apoligettically, "I'm sorry this has happened, please don't go, we'll sort this out quickly and everything'll be fine." They could, of course, trap the victim without too much difficulty but they didn't want to reveal their hand so early on in the game. The trouble was even they succeeded in convincing the guest, she would be suspicious now.

However they had more immediate problems, 'We've got to get Mother out of here somehow and stop the guest from leaving, preferably without revealing what we are. You're always the one coming up with plans, what do we do? How do we get out of this mess our darling mother has caused?' She asked her brother frantically in her mind, being careful to give away no hint of it on her face. They had to act fast, that was for sure, before everything was lost.
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Alexandria was very pleased inside, the people who lived here seemed . . . agreeable. Though she couldn't help but have a feeling about them, as if this were a well rehearsed routine. Perhaps it was just her weary mind playing tricks on her.

The two maids had gone to attend whatever duty they were to attend, and the butler had since closed the door and politely offered to take Alexandria's dark shawl, in which she quietly obliged. "We'll be having dinner shortly. Will you be joining us, or will you be retiring early?" At the words, the dark-haired girl peered up at the lord of the house, and nearly flinched away from the intensity of his green eyes that were . . . so very green. In her mind, she compared her own grayish-green eyes to his, and hers dulled far more in comparison. She was . . . intimidated, to say the least, that he was gazing at her so intently. Alexandria was a little nervous, did she continue to look or should she glance away?

"It is rude to break eyecontact first, Alexandria," She recalled the words of her mother, still eye-locked with the lord, "I . . ." she began softly, "I will retire early . . ." she finally replied to him. Although there was something that smelled absolutely divine, the girl didn't quite feel up for dinner. It had been a long day and she really wanted nothing more than to rest.

At the sound of another voice, Alexandria finally broke eye contact with the lord to meet the heterochromatic eyes of the young male twin with blonde hair. Jordan was his name, and his sister was Aliyah. She gently smiled at him and bowed her head in return, "I-I'm glad to make . . . your acquaintance . . ." she responded, faltering just a little.

These people . . . were nice enough. She was content, but only barely. She needed rest. She hoped that the door of the room she would be staying in had a lock on the outside. The last thing she needed was to be getting out and kil-

Her attention was drawn when the young girl began to speak of celebration of Alexandria's arrival. She didn't do well around people. Too man people meant she might harm someone and-

Alexandria jumped at the sound of someone, and she quickly felt around her left sleeve for the dagger she carried, to make sure it was there. She needed to stop carrying that thing, it was how people she knew were kil-

The only person that had been missing from the group had been the lady of the house, but Alexandria assumed she was deceased - apparently not. This was the lady, and the lady wanted her to turn back, but it seemed that maybe the lady was just a little mind sick, or so her daughter treated her. Alexandria was bit startled still, and she looked to the lord for further notice.​

 

I acknowledged to the young human who had just entered our most humble castle.
"Yes, a party is most certainly in order. It's been a long time since we've had any guests."
looked to the girl who had entered. She looked most certainly tired and even being a pregnant demon doesn't mean I can't understand her.
"My lady, If you would kindly follow me I will show you to your room and I shall rouse you once we are ready to start the festivities."

I offer my hand out to her to take. There will be festivities most certainly tonight. It will be to DIE for. That much I am certain as the baby needs to eat afterall...

 

Feisty, she was, and temperamental. But Donatiel loved nothing more than a good surprise--except, perhaps, to guide the resulting storm.

Without moving, without catching the eye, he was at once downstairs, in mid-stride to his dearest, cradling her, her legs wobbling, her eyes glassy, her self gone from the room for less than a blink. She fell into his waiting arms, and he held her close. Her mouth moved sparsely, trying to form words. He heard plenty of words... Although, fair to say, none were spoken.

"Hush now," he whispered, "hush. It's all right, my dear. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of everything."

The others would scarcely notice a change. There was hardly a change to notice. Slight. Subtle. The erasure of a few steps, a soundless scream, and the errant spark of panic. Panic? What panic? His daughter was discussing a party! No panic to be had there. And oh, so sweetly she cooed, tugging at his pant leg even as he held the Lady.

"Oh father, may we please have a party to celebrate our guest's arrival? It would be so much fun! We do so seldom get guests, and it would give her a night she'll never forget. Please Father, may we? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

He saw her lip quiver on the last word. She'd stopped herself, before something morbid slipped out. Such a good girl. And sweet as could be... It was hard to say no, sometimes. This coming from someone who, technically speaking, had no heart! Surely, her charm was otherworldly...

"I... I will retire early."

... And yet, it seemed her wish was not in the cards.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Dona said, patting his daughter's head, "but you heard our guest. She must be tired; I suspect the forest is quite a trial for a lone young lady. Perhaps she would consent to a spot of festivity after a good night's sleep."

He turned to the girl. She'd held his gaze well enough, though he had noticed her wavering. He wondered: Could she face one's bare soul at birth, or was she nurtured to?

"We have a room ready and waiting. Daxam, would you kindly?"

'He' bowed ever so, acting out 'his' place in the scene to the nearest approximation of what 'he' had already done. Dona turned back to his wife, and murmured in her ear.

"You should be resting as well, dearest. Come now; I'll return you to your quarters."

Pressure. Slight, subtle, as it was; as it must be. Her head would hurt. Not suddenly, not enough to be questioned, but too much to bother speaking. She would not cause trouble again this hour. He began to usher her out; he'd return her to her proper place, then sit down with the others for dinner. Simple enough.​

 

"Very well my lord." I turn to her. "I'm sure you'll be feeling better once you've had some rest and then we can celebrate your arrival as even wary spirits would want a little exictment after such an ordeal."
I offer my hand to escort her upstairs and as he ascend the steps my mind began to wander.

"What does my lord have planned this time around? I do hope he won't get to crazy like last time or else I'll have to step in again. Afterall that's how my little bundle of unholy misery came into being. Good times."

We soon reached the room the master had prepared for her like last time. "Here you are my lady. May flights of fantasy carry you to a present slumber."

 

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<ooc: Thank you guys for posting. *__* >
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The entire time the events on the gameboard were taking place, the Coordinator was watching with amusement. She had rolled over onto her stomach, peering down through the glass with dark, wide eyes. Her lips curved up into a full grin, head cocked to the side and chin resting comfortably in her palms. Maybe she would give them a bit longer on their own.

She was feeling rejuvenated and filled with anxiety, an excited giggle providing evidence of her restored voice. The rest of the pawns were proving themselves to be much more interesting than previously assumed; from the Lady's pathetic attempt of a warning, to the Victim's efforts to suppress some sort of homicidal instinct. The finale should be an interesting one.

"Oh, good, they're all insane," Her voice was still quieter than before. She rolled onto her back, feeling the dark skirts of her dress tangle and twist around her hips. "See, Crestatia? I can manage this. I can manage an interesting game." Her eyes glared past the clear dome ceiling above, and off into the lonely whiteness beyond. Part of her thought she heard a hum of a response, but that was impossible. Crestatia wasn't allowed here anymore.

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Things had already seemed to be settled down by the time Bellatrix had started to return from the hall. How annoying. The woman had opted for going to sleep, and as she traveled the halls, she passed the her and Daxam. Alexandria looked a bit odd herself. Odd enough to maybe fit in with the rest of them. She had that glint of something in her eyes. Bellatrix didn't bother taking her own off of the young human for a while. She smiled, but just briefly, before turning her face forward again and descending the main staircase.

She was both glad and disappointed that she didn't have to suffer through dinner with the lot of them. That was usually the time they spent getting to know their victim, and vice-versa. It was actually one of the most fun events meant for them all. A time to spoil their guest, and mull over their plans. To skip it meant this situation wouldn't last very long. The girl would be dead sooner than later, which was both sad and satisfying to think about.

Without consulting Dona (as he was occupied with his wretched wife), Belle made her way to the kitchen. It smelled wonderful, for what it was. At least to her, who didn't necessarily have craving for human. Elizabeth had been preparing all of this, only for it to go to waste. Sad.

"She decided to go straight to sleep." The witch murmured, eyes taking in the splendors before her. The kitchen was full of exotic smells--and heat. Warmth swept over her, bringing a faint flush to her cheeks. Bellatrix was well aware of her fragility and physical humanity in comparison to the other's of the demon variety. She carried herself in such a way that the difference was not apparent to those outside of the family. She isolated herself on purpose, her voice thick with arrogance and pride. She didn't enjoy speaking with them, interacting with them, waiting on them, killing with them, or anything of that sort of variety. Thus, she constantly wracked her brain for some sort of explanation. Some sort of reason they had all ended up stuck together and why this situation seemed so much different from what she could remember feeling from before. Why? What had changed? Why them? Why her? Why was she there?

But instead of showing all of that confusion to the girl before her, she simply waited for her reaction to the news she had shared.



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"Tonight's the night. And it's going to happen again, and again. It has to happen."
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Elizabeth bowed her head in ignominy and quickly began packing away. Her discomfiture was obvious, anyone could tell. She huffed as she hurried to tidy and stack the plates back up in and orderly fashion. She could feel Bellatrix watching, her eyes following, she didn’t care though she was far too busy cleaning up. Oh how annoyed she would feel if that Guest changed her mind[but of course, she wouldn't show her annoyance in front of the Lord and Lady] having to cook and prepare once again, the François household would not serve cold food, oh no. It always had to be piping hot or at the very least warm enough to eat. Not that cooking would be hard of course, but still. She sighed once again and dipped her finger into one of the many delicious sauces she had made; she examined her tip of her finger, the sauce slowly sliding down to the middle point before she stuck in her mouth and licked it up, making a “pop” sound as she sucked it clean.

“It appears as if the warmth of the Kitchen is too far too great for you, Bella. Leave if you will.” Elizabeth said, turning her attention back to the sauces, dipping her finger into a different flavour before licking it up once again.
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She perked an eyebrow, insulted. Part of her wanted to act out, naturally defiant, but she simply bit her tongue and turned away. It wasn't long before she was standing out in the main hall again, wondering what to do with herself. She had no real duty at this point. The Lady was still being consoled by the Lord, the Butler leading the girl to her chambers. She would definitely go check on her later and maybe bring her some tea. She thought about leaving the Castle, but something told her that wouldn't be a very good idea at all. She took a deep, steady breath. As vast and peculiar as the Castle was, it would still feel like a trap. One big giant cage. It could shift and change all it wanted, but it would never be anything more. [/herpderpfillerbumppost]



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"Two little victims played with a gun, one shot the other and then there was one~"
"One little victim left all alone. He went and hanged himself and my work was done~"​

La la la​

Aliyah frowned momentarily, everything seemed to have gone out of focus for a moment, something had changed. She looked at her father for a moment, she suspected he'd done something but as usual what exactly wasn't quite clear. It was almost as if she'd forgotten something, something had happened but then it had not. She found it hard to describe and it fustrated her greatly. However as usual the moment passed and everything went on unaware.

Her eyes dropped as her suggestion was dismissed, "Oh okay. Fine", she muttered, defeated. She actually wasn't quite as disappointed as she made out to be as even though a party would have been good, this just meant the real fun would start all the sooner. She acted out her part though and hid her excitement of what was to come. Even though Daxam was leading the poor victim away to her fate, Aliyah did not want to risk ruining the fun if the victim chanced to look back. 'Not long to go now, dearest brother, not long at all'.
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After deciding to get some rest, Dona had told the butler, Daxam, to escort Alexandria to her quarters. She regarded the servant quietly, hardly look up at his face "Very well my lord." and he turned to me, "I'm sure you'll be feeling better once you've had some rest and then we can celebrate your arrival, as even wary spirits would want a little exictment after such an ordeal." She was barely conscious enough to hear what he said, but it was something relating to the wishes of the daughter, Aliyah, about a celebration of Alexandria's arrival.

Was it really so much that they needed to celebrate her chancing upon this magnificent building? Perhaps it was that they didn't get visitors very often . . . Not that she was surprised. But she had wondered . . . was it okay that she let them take her in? No . . . no . . . it was perfectly safe, this lot would be fine, they seemed as if they could handle themselves, she would be no harm - hopefully.

Daxam had escorted her through a series of halls, navigating Alexandria up a staircase or two, when finally "Here you are my lady. May flights of fantasy carry you to a present slumber."

She nodded her head,"Thank you, kind sir."she replied, "If you could, would you give your lord my gratitude?" Daxam nodded, and went about his business. Alexandria couldn't help but feel something off about this man - as if she questioned his masculinity, not necessarily in personality, for he was very chivalrous, but . . . physically, he had a feminine figure from the behind. She wouldn't think too much of it for now.

She turned to the room she had been given; it was a lot bigger than the one from home, nearly three or four times the size . . . She almost minded it, a little. The girl dismissed her shawl from her shoulders and began to peel off her clothes, she would like a nice bath, after everything, and luckily enough, she didn't have to leave her room to find one. A few minutes later, Alexandria was resting in hot water, thinking about all of the things that had happened. Maybe all by chance, maybe not . . .

Soon after drying off and brushing her hair, she dipped into the soft bed, moving around her knife so that she may keep it on hand just in case. Alexandria closed her eyes and sleep claimed her.​

 

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<ooc: I feel the need to remind ya'll that this is an RP and I am totally in character and not venting my real feelings out through le Coordinator. Yep. Definitely not doing that. C: >
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The way time moved was different here. In this world, above the gameboard, a distance away from the game, nearly forty days had passed. The gameboard, however, was moving sluggish in comparison. A metaphoric day hadn't even passed yet. The Coordinator glared with cold eyes down through the glass, her pink lips mashing together repeatedly as she thought and calculated.

The Victim, though the star of the show, was one of the slowest pieces. She had moved just in time, which was excellent considering her importance. That, paired with the fact that she had finally slept, brought the eager Witch joy. The original main cast was composed of eight players; six of which had started out expendable. Only four had redeemed themselves entirely, sparing themselves from execution and declarations. It was sad to think about, but that meant that the cast was split down the middle between those she could kill, and those who had made themselves valuable to the game.

Perhaps she had allowed too much room for them to grow? Maybe they would have preferred their entire course to have been predetermined? Maybe there was too much--or too little free-reign and unpredictability in this game. Perhaps, though it would have to be a subconscious fear, this game intimidated them.

How sad. How stupid. How devastating. She felt physically ill. Her soul--if she had one--felt wrenched and twisted. She felt like crying--no, screaming.

She had to remain calm, though. It wasn't over yet. At least not until the goddamn thing had even started.

...She had a few options.

She could reset. New cast. New day. New game scenario, maybe.

She could recast. Split down the middle and replace those who needed replacing.

She could destroy. Violently pluck the disloyal from the gameboard and continue.

She could enter. Descend upon the gameboard herself and **** **** up.

She could end. Destroy the game. Kill the game. **** the game. Kill. Kill. Kill. Die. Perhaps she would meet Crestatia, then?

The moment the thought entered her head, she regretted it. She wouldn't die yet. She couldn't die yet. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, it wasn't okay. ...No, none of this was okay. She had waited patiently. She had wished and hoped for the best. She had even been compassionate about the situation. Time limits, warnings, and other should-have-been-unnecessary bullshit and what does she get? The most pathetic game in existence.

No more. She was running out of time and this situation was too idiotic. No...She was. She had been far too nice, far too understanding, far too patient, and unclear, even! If this game was destroyed, there would be no one but herself to blame. ****, if she had to, she would play alone just to get it done. Just to prove to her--

"NO! NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. IT'S NOT ABOUT CRESTATIA, IT'S ABOUT ME. IT'S ABOUT ME. IT'S MY ****ING GAME AND I SHALL DO AS I PLEASE!"

Her eyes flashed, body twisting, knees bending. It was time for a change. It was time to cut and twist and slaughter this game until it could not -- WOULD NOT exist anymore. Until she would not exist anymore.

"BUTLER! You are now a male, returned to your original form. Traces of your pregnancy and your secret are now erased from this world. You have done as I've asked and you deserve another chance. ...However. The next slip up shall be your last, no excuses. You will be dead to me and everyone in this world.

"Our dearest Victim, make your conscious resignation now or prove your loyalty to the gameboard AT ONCE! I will not tolerate any more delay from you! You are our treasured piece and if you do not want your position, kindly allow someone else who might to take it from you.

"I apologize to the adorable and faithful Aliyah, but your twin no longer exists. Because I am grateful to you and your participation, you have the option of choosing another to fill his place, or taking on the role yourself. If you would prefer, you may also play the role.

"The Lady no longer exists. Perhaps she once did? Who she was and how you felt about her is up you, my Lord. Improvise.

"And finally...EVERYONE HAS RETURNED TO THEIR SLEEPING CHAMBERS FOR THE NIGHT. EVERYONE. You may leave afterwards, or do whatever you wish, but you are NOW in your rooms."

Satisfied, though ultimately unhappy, she stopped herself. That should be enough for now. She felt sick again. "It's almost time for me to die, so hurry it up. I have grown short with the lot of you. Thank you, for trying my patience.

Perhaps something can get done now."

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Dona's eyes snapped open. He didn't know when he had gone to sleep. He sat up, and then realization flooded in and then he was a shadow, skirting across the floor hearing his wife stir behind him, he began to piece it together and was out the door, fleeting through hallways and now everyone was asleep, save the shadow, deeper into the manor the shadow bulging upwards into the shape of a man, a smiling man, an excited man, knowing his ploy had worked, stalling them, turning them sluggish, pushing the clock ever forward, and him grinning, grinning until his lips cut through to his ears vicious toothy grinning she's getting impatient and the shadow became man or like man and brushed back its hair and chuckled hoarsely hungrily it will work this time he had to be the first one there first one to the cauldron first one to prepare the broth I'll set a new record first one to break her and the only one to eat her I will be free the dungeon calling him showing him the way the devils and wicked things bowing stepping back bowing to their king the faerie king so close to being crowned I WILL BE FREE​

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"You'll be dying to join us~"​

Two Little Demons​

Their Destiny's Entwined​

Forever Lost in this Game​

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Aliyah's eyes snapped open and she simply stared at her twin brother who was lying in the bed across from her with his back to her. She did not remember going to bed and she had one of those feelings that something was different, specifically about Jordan. There was something different about him, she knew him inside out yet somehow he'd just changed. She couldn't put her finger on what had changed but something undeniably had. She sheilded her thoughts from him, she didn't want to hurt their relationship but she could not help these thoughts. However she dismissed the thoughts, she knew it was probably insignificant and nothing to worry about. She had more important things things to worry about like how one of her twin's living dolls had just appeared in their room and had run extremely quickly for something it's size over to her brother, climbing up to reach his head. She resisted her urge to hunt it down and tear it apart, she knew it may have valuble information to share.


Jordan did not move as the doll whispered its precious news to him, he did not even open his eyes. Anyone would of thought he was still asleep, apart from his sister who knew him too well and who he was well aware was staring at him right now. He did not know why she was blocking her thoughts from him right now but expected there was a good reason. Knowing her she was probably just planning on playing a trick on him, although it did seem a bit of a bad time for that when there were far more important things afoot. He did not let it bother him either way, instead a sly smile spread across his face at the doll's news. 'It appears our loving father has decided to try and get in on the action before we had a chance to play.' He informed his sister telepatically, envoking the immediate responce he expected. The doll itself vanished as soon as it had shared it's news, returning to perform its duties.


'Is that so? Well we can not have that now, can we? It's our turn to have some fun and he can't stop us, we have a right to this!' She sent back, already out of bed and moving at unnatuaral speeds round the room, getting ready. She knew she actually was a little afraid of the Lord and did respect him greatly, however she was a demon. Once she'd set her mind on something, there was very little going to stop her and thinking this gave her a feeling of enpowerment. 'We'd better hurry if your doll is correct, or else we might be two late to cash in on the fun. Plus I do so want to be the one to deliver the news to the victim and see her little reaction. This is going to be so fun! I trust you have a plan as usual'


He shook his head at his sister's never ending entusiasm but smiled. She was rubbing off on him a little, and a glimmer of hope shone through his sceptism. Maybe his earlier doubts would turn out to be unfounded, maybe this new victim would turn out to be different, the challenge he longed for. Maybe she wouldn't break quite so fast as the others. He still had his doubts but he knew there would only be one way to find out. Even though he did not have his sister's speed he was ready almost as fast as her, barely any time having passed since the news had arrived. They both knew time was of the essense. 'Of course I have a plan, when have I ever let you down? The victim won't stand a chance.' He watched his sister grin manically at him and together the two demons slipped out into the shadows of the mansion, ready to do some mischeif.
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OOC: Time for a 'one-liners-are-allowed-and-encouraged-so-just-post-omg' reminder.

I think it's time to constantly post one-liners for a while for flow!increase. ​

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She didn't know how she got there, but she was there, laying on top of her blankets. She was restless, and something within the castle definitely felt...strange. [/herpderpfillerbumppost]



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"Tonight's the night. And it's going to happen again, and again. It has to happen."​

Elizabeth awaked, her eyelashes gently fluttering like graceful butterfly wings. She didn’t remember returning to her chambers, nor did she remember going to sleep. She turned to notice her knife, hovering above the bedside cabinet; sat up, reached out and grabbed it. She began to turn it, admiring the blade. Twisting and turning. Twisting and turning. Moonlight leaked in through the window, catching Elizabeth’s attention, she let go of her knife allowing it to levitate beside her once again.

She pulled the warm bed covers away, turning slightly. She allowed her feet to dangle before touching the cold wooden floor. Something in the Mansion felt strange, yes. It was something she couldn’t deny. She changed back into her uniform without a fuss, neatly folding her bed dress and placing it on the end of bed before disappearing into the shadowy corridors of the Mansion.

occ; i'm sorry, bad post is bad.