Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
Posts: 147
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 8, 2013 21:16:06 GMT -6
Bardiel has his arms crossed and his eyes closed. As the people around him speak he nods along with them, as if he were a great sage and knew all there was to know about the situation. However the upside-down fallen is quickly frowning in irritation. The corners of his mouth begin to twitch, like some expression fought to be in control of his face. In the end he manages to control himself, letting out a deep shuddering breath.
Yeah right...
Tensing the mussels in his wings and twisting them around himself, Bardiel points down at the sky with one crooked finger. “I will not stand... er hang idly by in the face of this deplorable act of class discrimination!” The crazed fallen sweeps his gaze dramatically over the congregation of demons “The scales must be balanced if we are ever to have peace! That right!” His eyes finish their roulette, landing squarely on Eira. With an eruption of ash he's falling on top of her, laughing and singing “I will search your persontoensure you don't haveweapons!”
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Post by Skalp on Apr 8, 2013 21:34:12 GMT -6
“Is it safes to enter?” The demonling asks pleasantly, extending gracefully toward the confusion like a shark drawn to blood. A tongue flicks out to taste the air, harvesting information that would be stored for later use.
Kurt shrugs, “Dunno, it's literally a coin flip. Heads; crazy. Tails; crazier. Lands on it's edge; he explodes. Let's go.”
The two make their way through the door unnoticed, for the most part.
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 12, 2013 11:31:23 GMT -6
Rising in volume from along the path comes a wail and Sancti pelts out of the woods. She runs into Bardiel at full speed, the skirts of her dark green dress going everywhere."She put stuff on my face!!" The construct hiccups, clinging to the Fallen with every limb including her feathered wings and tail. "And stuff in my hair!! MAAAAASTER!!!" Her wail rises again.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Apr 12, 2013 11:50:42 GMT -6
There is a soft step behind Roka and a small hand comes to rest on his shoulder. "Speak of the devil..." She regards Zhian coolly. "Onii-san is royal enough on his own, however since you insist. You may join us. Provided you do not annoy Onii-san with your rudeness again." She continues to stare down the kitsune.
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Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
Posts: 147
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 12, 2013 22:56:01 GMT -6
His wings flare out like a parachute in alarm at the force of Santi's mid air tackle. The duo descend back down to earth with Bardiel wearing the demon doll like and emerald jewel. The fallen's face is a rolling sea of turmoil and he titters uncontrollably, focusing on the sound of Sancti's voice with a terrible intensity till her cries finally drown out the scratching sound of his cackling.
Bardiel attempts to lay a reassuring hand on her head of feathery hair but recoils from some unseeable force. “Don't... It's not... a disguise!” without warning a bright smile alights his face. “Ha! Now with your superb glamour in place we will be able to infiltrate their diabolical party unseen. You prove your usefulness to me once again 'Ti!”
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Post by Zhian on Apr 13, 2013 23:01:07 GMT -6
She nods, seeing the little queen standing behind Roka. Inclining her head slightly she spoke. "Hai, watashino jixyoou. Gomenasai." She took a moment to nod to Roka before striding past them. When she felt too much of their energy sapping, she would leave. Simple as that. For now, she looked around the room, wondering how long this would last.
((She said, [according to the translator] "Yes, my queen. I am sorry."))
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Post by Roka on Apr 14, 2013 10:22:04 GMT -6
Roka's ears flatten even more against his head and his wings tighten around his body, but he raises his eyes to Zhian. When she moves to walk past him, however, he holds his arm to stop her.
"Joshi-san, I must insist," he says, still sounding apologetic. "I cannot allow you to enter until I have searched your person. I can promise you, your weapons will be returned to you upon your leaving. But it is my duty to ensure the safety of those within, and I cannot be remiss in my duties."
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Post by Eira on Apr 14, 2013 10:33:46 GMT -6
Eira had opened her mouth to reply to the Fallen when she is tackled by another. Her eyes widen in shock and she lets slip a wave of Leccubi-powered lust. She stares up at the Fallen, barely understanding his words.
She looks up at Nyxereos to see if he is going to be any help, but he Fallen who tackled her is gone, having jumped off her chest. Eira sits up, rubbing her chest, and holds up her other hand for Nyxereos to grab and help her up.
"Surely the Elite haven't gotten so desperate they need to plumb the depths of the Asylum for recruits!" she says. Her eyes travel up Nyx's body, and she smiles when she reaches his face. "You certainly seem to be an excellent example of a Fallen Elite, though."
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Tybalt
Denizen
Captain of the Palace Guard
Posts: 35
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2013 10:44:29 GMT -6
Tybalt turns to the sound of the female Devil Pe'ri's voice, and smiles. "Viscountess, I was wondering if you were going to show up. It's good to see you again."
He would have continued, but he heard the commotion at the door, and sighed.
"If you would excuse me a moment, Viscountess."
The Devil captain makes his way surprisingly quickly to the door, navigating between demons and furniture with little misstep. He turns his between Roka, Ere, and Zhian, tail twitching irritably behind him.
"Majesty, always a delight to see you," he says, though his tone makes his words a lie. He turns to Roka. "Lieutenant, you do realize you have already let some pass? Some, I might add, that you should have definitely searched?" He waves his hand dismissively. "I should have known this was doomed from the start. Why attempt to bring order to anything involving demons? We'd need a whole cadre of Elite for this, not four!"
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Illyon
Denizen
Marquis Incubus
Posts: 91
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Post by Illyon on Apr 14, 2013 10:47:57 GMT -6
Illyon quirks an eyebrow at Valentine, and smiles. "You have my gratitude, Ambassador. I have long since given up on expecting to learn anything new at these gatherings."
Jess is momentarily distracted by the happenings at the door, and she winces more than once. "Wow, and here I thought all the fail would come from Grumpy-Butt." She shakes her head. "Do you want me to intervene, Karen? Make sure no blood is spilled?"
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Post by Skalp on Apr 15, 2013 9:40:19 GMT -6
Skalp rolls away from Kurt like oil off water, a reflection of the entire room distorted to fit in the convex lens of his skull.
“If you wants I can prevent bloodshed quite easily. First I'll drain away aallll the blood...”he maintains a polite level of voice, talking more to himself then anyone else. Still his words somehow hiss into the minds of those closest to him.
“...then increase your surface area by synthesising a new, paper thin skin fors you all. I'll probably have to take off some excesss weight from your bodies. I can recycle what your wearing now. The tricks is getting your organs to 'bathe' in the external environment.” The demonling's mouth stops moving altogether, his lipless mouth- a gleeful sickle of dagger teeth- is unable to speak and grin so wide at the same time. Still his matter-of-fact voice creeps into the minds of the party guests.
“You'll want to be thin in your new skin to allows a short diffusion pathway for the oxygen your cells will need. Lastly I'll removes your now defunct cardiovascular systems for spare parts and payment. You wish this masters, yesss?”
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
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Post by Nyxereos on Apr 19, 2013 21:05:57 GMT -6
He waited for all the craziness to die down and leaned over, flexing his wings, to help the lady up. "I...I suppose I should say thank you. I have been adjusting to my new post as well as any Fallen can..." Realizing that this was more than he wished for anyone to know, he kept his eyes on the far road and released her hand as quickly as possible without being rude.
" I am pleased to know that you are safe, milady. Please enjoy the party." She was making him nervous. He had never been this nervous. Should he be worried about these nerves? All he wanted was to do his job...
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Post by Zhian on Apr 19, 2013 21:17:39 GMT -6
Her reflexes were superior, for this she was glad. Her torso stopped right before Roka's arm touched her. Turning softly, she tilted her head so that her chains jingled sweetly from her ears. "Your Queen has already permitted my entrance, Roka-sama. I would be disappointed if the word of your Queen means less to you than your duty. I will say this much, if I had wished harm to anyone, it would have already happened. I simply wished to see what one of your parties looked like from the inside. I will not stay long, but I will stay even less time where my presence is not welcomed. I know duty, and I have mine as well as you have yours."
She let her gaze sweep to Ere. "I trust that I have not misspoken, Queen-sama?"
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Post by Ciel on Apr 19, 2013 21:24:18 GMT -6
Karen laughed and shook her head. "Nah, I think we're okay, Jess. Nyx won't hurt Eira, and Zhian... Well... Let's put it this way. She may be a Zen master, but even she doesn't wait forever if she feels threatened. And as for Ciel...They're just being normal. Let's keep watching though. Did you happen to find the popcorn?"
It was then that Ciel spotted Ere from across the room. She squealed, grabbing Lys's hand. "Lys, she's here! She's fine! Come! Let's welcome her!" She dashed out to the door, dragging the poor General behind her. [/font
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Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
Posts: 147
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 22, 2013 6:24:53 GMT -6
Bardiel extends a gangly arm wrapped in tattered bandages and tries to place it on Zhain's shoulder. But Sancti is still tightly affixed to him and the fallen can't reach. Over the tower of dirty feathers and the weeping construct only Bardiel's withering eyes could be seen. They stared out blankly from a golden face hidden in shadow as black as tar. He sounds weary and makes little sense, but it feels as if centipedes are suddenly scuttling through the air, tickling the skin with their hundreds of ghost like feet.
“No don't go. Look we can have the party out here. 'Come on I'll help you get the pup out of here. Quick before anyone finds out. It'll be way better then in there. See... see who cares if they don't let you back in, I'll visit you ok. I don't know how, but I promise. Not all of us believe what they're saying, if you give it to them it'll make you sad right? I... I don't understand, but I won't let them take it from you.”
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Post by Hallow Sancti on Apr 24, 2013 13:53:31 GMT -6
Sancti sniffs and starts to release her hold on Bardiel. "Master," she says stepping back from him, "you are talking to the wrong time-spaces again." The construct clasps her hands together. "These children are not..." She glances around. "Not in the right place." She rounds on the group at large. "Why are you out of your proper places? You'll only confuse people."
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