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Post by Admin on Mar 25, 2008 11:52:44 GMT -6
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Post by Ciel on Mar 25, 2008 22:45:08 GMT -6
Ciel lays where she was put and shuts her eyes. She saw nothing of the map but was enjoying being warm and safe. She opened her eyes for a little and to her great happiness, Lysandor had agreed to stay.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 27, 2008 0:54:17 GMT -6
"Beloved? Perhaps in my absence."
Ereshkigal drifts to the illusion and studies it. Her brow is furrowed and her eyes are sharp despite the weariness of her movements.
"This would explain a great deal. Well it was only a matter of time." She moves around the zoomed in area and sighs. She goes to sit on the edge of the couch Ciel's on taking the Devilcat's hand in hers. But she looks at Regent.
"Brother, I'm sorry to do this but I need you to postpone returning to your long sleep. Someone has to hold the rebels before all, ah, hell breaks loose. I think with your help and guidance I can tame the darkness enough to return home. But I need time as much as all of you can manage." She looks past Regent to Lysandor and down to Ciel.
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 27, 2008 9:54:33 GMT -6
Lysandor pauses in cleaning himself off and looks intently at the map, his eyes marking the burning areas of rebellion. He frowns in concentration, trying to find some pattern or link between them all. When the map zooms in on the capital, Lysandor watches for a few moments before looking up at the other occupants of the room. He looks back at the clash, frowning to himself, and as still as stone.
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Post by Regent on Mar 27, 2008 10:31:06 GMT -6
Regent looks to Ereskigal with confusion all over his face. He recomposes himself and begins to speak."..." His words do not come as his eyes dart to the windows like predator spying prey in the dark. He snaps his fingers and the map fades swiftly into the nothing it came from. He rushes toward the windows as he peers toward the cafe and the former battlefield. "They have returned...". He says with a cryptic tone to his ghostly voice.
In the distance a multitude of the host swarm the area where they had just been not 10 minutes ago. He waves his hand and the lights douse by their own volition. Regent stares out the bay window pondering the next move to evade detection. If they are discovered, one way or another, they are finished.
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Post by Ciel on Mar 27, 2008 20:12:52 GMT -6
Her eyes linger on Erishkegal and then Lysandor as they look at the map with all the tiny burning places on it. She sighs and tiredly holds on to Erishkegal's hands. She wanted to say something to her Queen to comfort her, but her mind would make nothing worth any sense come out of her mouth, so she settled for closing her eyes and resting her hands in Erishkegal's.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 28, 2008 23:25:59 GMT -6
Ereshkigal slides off the couch with a slight bump. She's still got Ciel's hand in hers and she sighs. The little demon rests her head on her folded knees and shuts her eyes. She stays that way for a few moments, and then looks up staring past Regent and out the windows to the darkened sky beyond.
"There's nothing more I can do right now..."
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 29, 2008 10:06:17 GMT -6
Lysandor walks out from the kitchen to the living room, looking out of the windows as well. His hands edge toward his weapons, inadequate though they are should the Angels find them again.
"Would they be able to detect our method of retreat?" he asks. "And if so, what are the chances that they discover where we have gone?"
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Post by Regent on Mar 29, 2008 12:31:55 GMT -6
Regent looks to Lysandor and he shakes his head no. He then looks back out the window. "You know as well as I that they will split up and search the entire city, leaving no stone unturned till they find us. We must disappear entirely for them not to detect us... so disappear we shall."
Regent steps to the middle of the apartment, and he stands still and silent for a moment. The darkness around him grows till its essence fills the apartment. Slowly the illusion of the top floor of the apartment overtakes reality and completely vanishes from view. In its place the apartment appears vacant and under extensive renovation to any outsiders. Gutted and barren the apartment's facade overcomes reality as the demons all are masked by the darkness. They hide within a secret bubble of time and space.
Regent looks exhausted by the spells end and he too must soon return to the shadow to recharge his power. He slumps into the couch facing Ereshkigal and Ciel and his form becomes semi transparent from holding the illusion. "We should remain hidden now... Lest they are more clever than I at deception..." He says as his voice is even more ghostly coming from his semi corporeal form. He nods slowly with a tired smile forming on his lips.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Mar 31, 2008 19:36:41 GMT -6
Ereshkigal's eyes are still on the night sky, but she smiles briefly.
"Not likely, so we should finish planning and hopefully when we have an idea of what to do, brother, we'll be able to open a portal between the two of us to get the three of you back to hell. The gate won't be safe to use for weeks." The young queen sits up straighter crossing her legs indian-style her hand still in Ciel's.
"That will give me time to see what my contacts at home know about your rebels, organize my notes, and while I can... get some sleep."
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Post by Regent on Apr 1, 2008 11:28:12 GMT -6
Regent's eyes drift to Ciel and then to Ereskigal sitting on the floor. He props up slowly chewing her words thoughtfully and slow. He sighs and nods his agreement. "With all this commotion we have stirred, it is neither safe nor prudent to terry about carelessly outside this illusionary field. To do so is to risk everything, being detected by the host would spell the end of everything... By your command my queen, we shall return to hell and prepare for the time of your return to come. You still require mastery of the darkness for it's struggle for power is ever present. We shall work together for you to get the grasp required to reign it in and make you truly of one mind." He looks to Lysandor as he stares out the window in his protective vigil and Regent relaxes again into the sofa. His eyes again focus on the tiny monarch with complete seriousness in them. "I require your honest answer with me Ereshkigal... Will you be able to retain your grasp till I am to return two days hence and guide your next steps toward unity?"
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Post by Ciel on Apr 4, 2008 15:31:40 GMT -6
Ciel shifts a bit and puts an arm around Erishkegal's waist, holding tight to her. She was so tired. So very tired. And she didn't particularly feel like moving any place.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Apr 8, 2008 9:32:23 GMT -6
Ereshkigal puts a hand on Ciel's shoulder squeezing it before she moves away to stand up. She steps out of the circle of furniture and shuts her eyes. The dress swirls around her ankles and then settles slowly. She yawns hugely and looks over at Regent.
"I think so."
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 9, 2008 10:33:49 GMT -6
Lysandor listens to the exchange between Regent and Ereshkigal with half an ear, his attention focused on the outside. He becomes increasingly tense as the Angels begin to fly closer and closer to the illusioned complex, his hand resting on the hilt of his last remaining dagger. The fingers on his other hand begin to twitch, beating out a complicated rhythm in the air.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 9, 2008 16:28:10 GMT -6
Ciel's eyes opened wider when Erishkegal stepped out of her arm. "Majesty?"
She moved her face to look to Lysandor. "Master Elite...Lysandor...are you so tense even when we are safe?" She moved her arms slowly up to him and flexed her fingers. "Come to me and relax."
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Post by Regent on Apr 12, 2008 11:30:22 GMT -6
Regent still looks dismayed that Ereskigal will not return to Hell with him. He stands slowly and walks over to her. He takes her hand in his and he drops to one knee before her. "By the darkness my queen we shall return you to your throne, and restore the kingdom to its proper glory. We shall continue this at another time as for now we must evade detection once more. With us together I fear that our enemy will detect us through my illusion as I am still unable to mask us fully." At that he rises and looks to Lysandor.
"Elite, please tale up our wilted Ciel and prepare for our return to hell." He looks to Ereshkigal again with a furrowed brow, "Are you sure this is the right thing to do majesty? You shall be alone with the darkness for 48 hours with no aid nor solace that we can offer to assist you. Are you sure you do not wish to return with us?" He says with a last plea for her with fear in his eyes.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Apr 12, 2008 17:46:54 GMT -6
The former Queen nods calmly raising a hand to pat Regent on the shoulder.
"Yes, I will survive. I have more control at this moment than I have had in months. But before you go- I have some things for all of you." She glides across the room to a door near the windows and unlocks it.
She vanishes into the room and there's a small crash. Some very colorful curses drift out of the darkness and she reappears with her arms full of bundles of letters and a couple of books.
"I think you'll find this interesting." Ereshkigal fishes a slender book out of the mess of items in her arms.
"It's one of fathers journals- and it's about you." She smiles slightly and straightens the bundles she's holding. "These are letters for everyone."
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 12, 2008 18:54:54 GMT -6
Lysandor turns to Ciel as she addresses him, and for a moment looks as though he'd much rather be at her side than looking for traces of Angelic presence. He looks relieved when Regent tells him to do what he obviously wanted to, but his own sense of duty prevented him.
He makes his way to Ciel and takes one of her hands in his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze before picking her up with ease. He looks a little confused when Ereshkigal goes to the other room, and concerned when he hears crashes ensue.
"Majesty . . .?" he asks, a note of vague worry in his semi-stoic tone. "Are you alright?"
When she pops back into the room, his gaze goes from her to the bundles in her hands, then back to her, and back to the bundles.
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Post by Regent on Apr 17, 2008 13:24:51 GMT -6
Regent takes the booklet with interest. He looks at the inscription on the cover and he traces his fingers over the beveled text. Though written in a human tongue it still holds a magical property. He nods to Ghostie as he bows slightly. "My gratitude your majesty."
He holds the manuscript in both hands tightly as if it may leap out of his claws and run away.
He looks back to her after he realizes he is to retrieve the letters. "They shall find their way to the intended individuals..." The unruly stack and the journal disappear into a tidy void pocket in Regent's black cloak.
He turns to the hearth that is cold and barren. He flicks his hand and the mouth opens wide to accommodate a standing demon or two. A black hole forms in the cold brick in the rear of the hearth. Regent looks to Lysandor and nods to him. "Please step through the portal. I wish for you to take our Lady to her quarters immediately after you have stepped through to the palace... I shall be right behind you."
His gaze returns to Ereskigal and he nods to her, "For your safety my queen, please remain hidden here and do not venture into the city for a while. I shall bring you anything you may need as all you need do is..." He looks into her eyes and his voice fills her mind from the void. "Request it..."
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Post by Ciel on Apr 21, 2008 10:20:35 GMT -6
Ciel smiles softly as she's scooped up by Lysandor and when he starts to walk to the portal, she hears the whole thing with the bumping and cursing and about the letters.
She puts a hand on Lysandor's shoulder before he steps through the portal to bring them back, eyes brimming with tears. "Majesty...please. Do not stay here...you....you belong with us....with...with me...Please come home."
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