Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on May 5, 2008 23:23:46 GMT -6
The silvery fallen has moved from his pearch to a better view of the stage. He wonders of the significance of the show till he views the exile of the queen. The faint memory of his excursion crosses his mind and he watches it with nary a twich. His eyes trail to the crowd as he spots a bit of hurried movement by a seperate tent. He takes flight to investigate.
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Post by Valentine on May 7, 2008 12:04:32 GMT -6
Valentine leans closer to Ciel.
"Lady Trakand, pardon my forwardness but you are a dancer by profession are you not? If you balance your weight on your toes more and less on your heels then you will find such events and their necessary accoutrement's less burdensome." Having said her piece she turns her attention to the stage and performance.
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Post by Ciel on May 7, 2008 21:48:46 GMT -6
Ciel leans in to hear Valentine's piece. A look of apprehension dawns on her as it clicks in her mind. "Oh! Well, that does make a huge semblance of sense...I cannot think of why I never thought of it that way before. Thank you ambassador!"
She sat back, proud with herself, and watched for Regent's beginning show.
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Post by Narrator on May 10, 2008 11:53:58 GMT -6
The night sky becomes a brilliant display of fireworks as the show begins. The crowd cheers and the jesters that are in the crowd tumble and jig to the new sounds of the orchestra. The band starts a marching tune and as they begin to play a spirited song to coincide with the display, Regent begins to morph on stage. The former display draws back into him as he grows. Soon he is like a mighty titan as he stands 20 ft tall. He waves his claws through the air and all goes pitch black with a thunderous boom. Then all is deadly silent and still to the amazement of the crowd who whisper among themselves what is going on.
The demonling leads Illion to a little hut set up for the catering. He shows him a capsized cart with bombs filled with phosphorous and sulfur overturned and dumped out on the floor. He looks up to the Marquis and shrugs not knowing what to do.
The orchestra blares to life in an frenzy of music as the front row of seats begin to hover in the thin air. As the ladies in the chairs become excited to the new surprise, the seats turn to form a single file train of pretties as they slither along up into sky like an oriental dragon. Regent forms a current of energy and he flies about them as they ascend into the sky. He escorts the chain of seats as he sparks and pulses along with them like a furious lightning storm and he reforms smoothly and swiftly on the stage as his guests of honor line up along the stage before him. The crowd is on their feet now screaming and clapping as the show is thrilling them like none other before. Ice figurines dance and twirl to take the ladies by the hand and lead them to Regent. They peel off and explode into shards of smoke and flame as each is delivered to their marks. The dark lord then takes the amplifier and prepares to speak to the exhilarated, demon throng.
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Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
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Post by Regent on May 10, 2008 12:19:49 GMT -6
He grins a grin of satisfaction as his lips move to the microphone. His voice fills the island as he stands proud before the nobles. "Welcome To The Show!"
His voice booms over all present. "As some of you already know, allow me to introduce myself. I am The Regent of Darkness...
High Chancellor of the Empress of Darkness, Ereshkigal De'Lucifer!
It is my honor to present to you some of my cabinet and new additions to the royal court. First I would like to introduce My Grand Visier, You all know her, the striking, wonderful scribe of mystical enchantments and Administer of the Capital City Library...
The Noble Grand Duchess... Tre'Maya De'Velt!...
and her personal assistant, Professor Vetli Cha'ret.
My charming and brilliant personal aid and voice of the people... The alluring and stunning...
Lady Ciel Trakand...
The Newest Ambassador of the Noble and Wise Leccubi Court, the seductive and beauteous,
Ambassador Valentine Le'Noir...
and last but not least, Hell's newest addition hailing from the Grand Land of the Dark Fey, The dark and enchanting...
Ambassador Arianna Fey Duskrequim!"
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Illyon
Denizen
Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on May 10, 2008 16:10:29 GMT -6
Illyon glares at the cart, then back to the Demonling, his tail beginning to flick back and forth.
"What happened?" he demands in a low growl. As he begins to pace inside the tent and trying to make sure no one can see them. "Foolish mistakes like this are why we are forced to do something so crass and careless." He stops are turns his black glare to the Demonling. "What of the others? Have they been able to manage to do as they are told, or have they run into such mistakes as well?"
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Post by Ciel on May 17, 2008 11:14:44 GMT -6
Ciel tried not to fidget as the Regent introduced them all. She really was trying to be lady-like as possible as she sat there. She could not help but feel as though something was going to happen at this gala that shouldn't. She had had the same feeling when she and the kittens were in the troupe...just something about the night air's edge made her on edge as well.
She tried not to let on to the others sitting with her, but she was getting that itch in the middle of her back that said something was really not right here...
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Post by Valentine on May 19, 2008 18:11:58 GMT -6
Valentine's face is a perfect politely interested mask and she smiles as she's introduced but a great deal of her attention is on the young succubi next to her as Lady Trakand seems far too nervous for it to be simple stage fright. Still she shows no outward signs of that she's aware of the Ciel's nerves and instead focuses on the crowd of demons in front of her.
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
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Post by Nyxereos on May 19, 2008 21:31:09 GMT -6
The silvery fallen soars high above the crowd and swoops down before the tent. His eyes begin to glaze silver as whispers spill forth from the canvas covering. He begins to charge forward then freezes in his tracks. He ponders the risks of entering and startling the occupants vs. alerting his fellow elite over what could be a simple misunderstanding. His brows furrow and he trudges on to get a confirmation of the threat before he looks the fool over nothing. Black glassy wings part the door cover silently as he slips in silently as a whisper of the wind. He now knows for sure he should have called for backup. Before the soldiers notice him, Nyxereos shreds the canvas with his glassy wings exposing them to the moonlight and the prying eyes of all present.
"Am I to presume that all of you are not on the guest list? Drop your weapons and kneel and you may yet be granted sweet mercy. Heed me not and mercy shall turn away from your screams as the cruel dark earth shall claim you all."
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Post by Arianna on May 22, 2008 12:23:34 GMT -6
Arianna starts as the seat she has settles into begins to move. she smiles and bows slightly as she is introduced but cant help being somewhere else entirly. the one named Ciel has been figeting nervously and Arianna sences something off and brushes her skirts to reassure herself in the knowledge that she was still protected. while attempting to make eye contact with the regent she whispers ever so quietly "something is not right here"
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Post by Ciel on May 24, 2008 8:14:11 GMT -6
Ciel nods and whispers back to her. "Yes, Ambassador. Something is most definitely off here. The question to answer now is, who is off?"
Ciel tries not to fidget any more than her dress will allow. That annoying itch in her back was still there and it was a bit more than the dress's fabric. And hopefully the crowd was not going to catch just how off the whole thing was.
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Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
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Post by Regent on Jun 1, 2008 10:59:32 GMT -6
Regent begins to sweep his hand forward and the chairs scoop up the cabinet members and return them to their place in the front row. He bows to the crowd as acrobats flood the stage and Regent speaks again as the lights fade.
"For an eon we have survived, fought and died for our empire. From the ash of defeat we have always returned stronger and greater than before. These are the strengths of the underworld, and we are mighty."
The lights fade out as huge pyros burst all around the island engulfing it in a wreath of flame. The red light makes the audience glow in soft light. "Tonight we celebrate that strength..." He purrs into the mic.
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Post by Narrator on Jun 5, 2008 13:48:03 GMT -6
"The quake is about to unleash, what are we to do your excellency? We need these to create the diversion. What are we to do?" the look of panic crosses his face and he looks like he is to flee if given the slightest inkling it would save his scaly hide.
The pack of demons startled by Nyxereos panic and some charge charge the fallen in their desperation as others try to flee. The scatter like roaches as they attempt to escape.
The onlooking crowd is shocked and wonder if it is part of the show. Before long as the first bunch charge the women scream and they start to panic and start a wild stamped of nobles rushing for the exits.
The demonlings with Illion begin to shake as the commotion begins outside. "AHHHH we are finished!" and he bolts toward the door with the rest of the demonlings that drop what they are doing to follow him heading out of the hut with the panicked crowd.
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
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Post by Nyxereos on Jun 7, 2008 9:19:20 GMT -6
as the demons rush Nyxereos he looks very calm as his hand raises fingers up and long stone skewers shoot up from the ground impaling the charging bafoons on a bed of spines just before they reach Nyxereos. Those fortunate not to get run through are trapped in the improv stone cage. His eyes watch as the others flee and he lifts himself into the air to follow.
He calls out to the surrounding guard. "Seize them! Let them not escape. They conspire against Lord Regent and the Empire."
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Illyon
Denizen
Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Jun 8, 2008 21:44:43 GMT -6
Illyon sneers as the Demonlings flee at the first sign of trouble. His black eyes go back to the pile of explosives and he glares at them as though they are behind it all. His tail freezes in motion and lowers to a rest behind him, though it looks like its quivering with his displeasure.
"In the end, I must be the one to light the match after all," he growls to himself as he quickly some bottles from the catering cart. He glares at each, looking at the labels closely to be sure what he has is what he wants. With an irritable flick of his spaded tail, he goes to work pouring the various liquids together until he comes up with something thick, simmering, and a bright, opaque grey. He soaks a napkin with one of the demonic alcohols and stuffs it in the neck of the bottle until the end trails into the thick, soupy mixture. Using one of the candles, he lights the end of the napkin and sets it on the side of the cart.
"Flashy, but then again, it is meant as a distraction," he says to himself as he walks out of the tent, first making sure none can see him, not even the Elite guards busy with the insurgents. "I will have to speak with that careless fool when this debacle is over with."
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Post by Narrator on Jun 17, 2008 8:57:26 GMT -6
With in moments the crowd fleeing and the uproar of elite catch everyones ears. Before long the show is disrupted beyond continuance as the sparks and explosion of the caterers hut draws central attention. The Elite stationed near by rush to support the crowd and usher them safely past the blazing building.
At this time a great wave of usurpers rush out from under bleachers carts and areas of concealment and engage the elite and several members of the council. The evening of celebration has become a bloody conflict in a blink of an eye.
Several nobles fall to the blades of the renegade troops before the elite can rally and react to rescue them.
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Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
Posts: 246
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Post by Regent on Jun 17, 2008 9:12:44 GMT -6
The look on Regents face tells volumes. He is enraged beyond reason. He lifts his hand as the front row of chairs lift off again and his group of officials race toward him on stage. He roars into the microphone. "Seize them my Elite. Show no mercy to those who dare defy the crown." At that he draws the chairs to him and set them down softly as he ushers the ladies and the professor back stage.
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Post by Thane on Jun 17, 2008 9:32:03 GMT -6
The noise of the commotion makes Thane's face twist to a hideous grimace. His eyes search the crowd as the catering hut explodes. The Rachet watches the dark figure slip away into the shadows and then more soldiers emerge from their hiding places. He barks his disgust to the wind as he draws his Scimitar with a singular determination in his fiery eyes. "So much for peace and quiet..." he grumbles.
As the soldiers advance on the nobles he is quick to leap into the middle of the offending soldiers, hacking and slashing with sword tooth and claw.
He attempts to land squarely on one soldier as he angles to impale the other to his right with his scimitar whilst grasping the other by the throat in his left claw.
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Post by Lysandor on Jun 17, 2008 15:06:43 GMT -6
Lysandor leaps into the fray, his bracer/claws strapped to his forearms and carrying a short sword for added measure. He starts in on the insurgents, slicing through the demons like a hot knife through butter. He winces at the explosion, but other than that, seems unfazed by it. Demonic rebels fall before him as he pushes on.
"We can be thankful for one thing," he says as he mows down his opposition. "We get our day's exercise with this bunch."
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Post by Ciel on Jun 17, 2008 16:12:37 GMT -6
Ciel squealed as everything started to happen and followed as everyone was led backstage. She had a horrible idea of how this came about and she had a sinking feeling she knew who started it. She began to hate him more and more, more than she did earlier.
She looked to make sure that everyone that was onstage was backstage with them.
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