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Post by A Muse To Tali on Jan 21, 2008 21:37:26 GMT 8
the_diabolique_harlequin (12:47:05 AM): Within the ten folded space of the darkness; it was as the Diabolique Harlequin had suspected it would always be. Beyond the reach of the compressed door between the worlds; where he had first come to discover and tap intot he power of the Primal Darkness itself. That darkness which has existed before even the universe had been created. It was not only an absence of the Light but the absence of everything. He might have been at the core of some distant black hole, except such a phenomenon of the galaxies held enormous gravity and this place had none. In one sense it was a metaphysical plane of existence, but in another it was not... because nothing existed here. It was simply a " place," but a place in which no God or Gods as yet to utter those painfully exquisite words of evocation.the_diabolique_harlequin (12:47:14 AM): " Let there be Light." It was nowhere, and it was everywhere; it was both central and external. From here, the Diabolique Harlequin has gone anywhere he wished; and has gone no where forever. And it has seemed like forever, for in this timeless environment nothing ever aged or changed; except by the force of will. It was here that he had spent what has seemed like the passing of eternity in a state of heightened awareness. Broadening the expanse of his Mind. Body and soul ( what is left of it ) attuned to one another. Every aspect of his unnatural life has been examined; inside and out. Sifting through his thoughts, until the moment in which he feels most compelled, pulled from his state of Being, and forced to exit this Realm of his choice. Spat out like an unwanted mote.<E>
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:03:05 AM): All day long and into the night they labored nonstop to control the riot. Weapons were drawn from the soldiers and with shields in hand they marched forth in to the unruly crowd. Shouts of protest filled the air and a surge of angry bodies moved in opposition of the marching soldiers. It wouldn't be long till the shouts turned to agony; to think that it started as a day of festivities, the celebration of a deity's birth comes down to blood shed upon sacred grounds. As if to make known the displeasure of the day high above the clouds gather into darkness and sent forth torrential rains upon the crowd below, in the distance the thunder bellowed and the lightning fl. Unseen =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:03:23 AM): lightning flashed^ harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:12:47 AM): by them all a lone figure sits at the base of a prominant cross upon the temple of whose ground is stained with blood, "What lies the church has gather to fool all of humanity. How befitting that it would come to this, on the day of a savior's birth." a rumbling chuckle uttered from pale lips, a chuckle to the mirrored the rumbling roll of clashing thunder, "Suffering is your heritage, hatred and anger is your creed; in this life and the life there after." whispered, though the words were, it is as if all has heard them for the crowds anger grew three folds. Like a wild fire they march onwards spreading their destruction.=e=
predate_on_the_wary (1:48:22 AM): Mobs surged around her.. she was in the thick of heaving bodies and a cacophony surrounded her. The crowd had slipped from any claim of humanity and fell straight down past the animal stage into the mindless savagery that amused her so often. She laughed as the surging crowd bounded this way and that only gravity.. the pull on body to body keeping the individuals from splintering off and shooting away like a child released from a spinning round-a-bout tumbling off into the outer reaches before smashing onto a tree to receive a split skull. While she moved with the creatures whose animalistic howls reverberated off the stone walls she noted a church up ahead. Sacriledge..It was so fun to watch how these fools went about tainting the sacred which was entertainment on par with ambrosia. C! predate_on_the_wary (1:48:40 AM): She felt herself swaying around the crowd.. her nimble feet carrying her into the center were the savages tore at each other she could feel the crimson splashes dampen her bone-painted cheeks and she slipped a tongue out to taste the life blood that pumped out of the fellow next to her. Her Formal tux and tails became sticky with his life and then.. it became a boneless lump of meat.The bodies were so tightly press that the dead and dying couldn’t fall and be trampled upon. She laughed again.. the madness of her scrill voice causing even these most stupid of sheep to attempt to ease away from her. The Ruby on the cane she had tightly pressed to her body felt like it was becoming bloated with this feast that she .. really honestly didn’t instigate but hoped to meet the one who C2 predate_on_the_wary (1:49:03 AM): had livened up her dull little life tonight predate_on_the_wary (1:49:07 AM): E
the_diabolique_harlequin (1:52:18 AM): A monstrous shadow lifted from the ground; it stretched across the face of the buildings; sliding across the surface of the streets; an omnious feeling that creeps into the souls of those it seemingly touches. The encited violence had been enough of a somewhat catalyst, drawing the Devil from his retreat, away from the Darkness, and the cascading shadow was only a prelude to the form it now took. That of a simple, but elegant looking figure. A man, no less, of wealth and extreme tastes. He needed no introduction. His appearance was felt long before; as the air was disturbed by the silent drone of the warbling air. The moment he pierced the Veil and stepped across the threshold, the elements of nature were in an uproar, crying out as the very tapestry of the known reality was <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (1:53:06 AM): rendered; torn asunder beneath those conquering heels. Solidifying heels that made several sharp and heavy click-clacks upon the cobble-stoned pavement underfoot; accompanied by the sharp and distinct contrast of the twisted-metal like staff he carried within the grasp of his right hand. The scent of blood was just as recent as that of the falling rain; turning the streets, the gutters into flowing rivers, rivulets of cold hard blood. What a glorious night. And through it all, those dark eyes scanned over and through the crowd. A couple of familiar feelings dwindled upon the atmosphere. He diverted his attention toward the church. ' There," he whispered to himself; but it wasn't as if he was quite alone, in that choir-esque tone, the cackle and hissing laughter from the shadows.<E>
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (2:04:46 AM): There was no corporeal form to this lone figure that sat watching...Smirking...Watching...Snickering...Watching until finially it stood, drifting and shifting in the raging winds that guided the rain in its direction. The figure moved, gliding back, fading and melting into the stone creation of the cross upon the roof of the temple. Slipping downward, floating towards the inner most sanctum of the temple where it all started. The bodies outside were not the first to fall, one only needs to step into the cathedral to see where the the chaos and destruction first origionated. Here the pews were toppled over, smashed and broken in section, statues of angels and saints felled and toward the altar, fire burned unchecked with the chior loft, amid =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (2:18:53 AM): the flames the cross that depicted the savior, just behind the episcopal throne of the bishop. Within that throne, the bishop himself wounded and slouched over the left arm rest. his clothing stained with blood from a wound upon his forehead as well as others that are unseen. Surrounding him, the bodies of other works to the church, already dead. Eyes closed the old man weak in his condition can only mutter in pray to the very god who has forsaken him. Drifting down the center toward the bishop, the figure approaches. As if sensing a presence the bishop opened his eyes and what he saw was a terrible sight. and began to mutter outloud his prayers. She was a pale figure, nothing spectacular. The clothing she wore was nothing =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (2:26:24 AM): elaborate, the only extraordinay thing about her was her eyes, and it was those eyes the bishop focus on; by doing so a creature from the very depths of hell appeared before him, a vision he created on his own through his fear and the years of nightmares that tormented him. Sobs rang out from him, his attempt to run futile; his weaken strength would not let him, "Poor old man..." she spoke in his tongue, his language, "Look what you've done. Your greed and lust, a holy man you are not." she chuckled. Her wrods were but whispers still though to him the voice were of gnashing nails overbearing and torturous to hear, "It seems that..." she paused, head turned slightly away from the old man, attention focus to the outside, "Hm, are you spared? I think not." she =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (2:27:22 AM): then tells the bishop who now gave up in prayer, "Darker forces are creeping." =e=
the_diabolique_harlequin (2:46:06 AM): The Diabolique Harlequin slid through the crowds unnoticed; as if his presence wasn't even real; yet he moved with the graceful expenditure of an unfathomable well of experience. Of personal style and sophistication. Like water; the night-dark waters on a moonless evening; filtering through the bodies that were shoved violently, this way and that. Every direction with the turn of his head, blood was spilt. Flesh was torn. Here and there, the dead and dying were fallen. Screams echoed like a wonderful symphony of a concerted sound. And whom was the conductor? Surely it wasn't all for his benefit? Or was there an alternative motive? Someone trying to draw him out as if from before? Unfinished business. One of hs harlettes, perhaps? No. These feelings were more refined with <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:46:07 AM): clear cut definitions. Signatures that struck familiar chimes and chords within his subconscious domanins. Down in the very heart of the darkness. One of these more similiar feelings carried the heavy burden, the weight, of the Ruby Shards. This was unlike any other surge to travel up and through his mind. It was unforgettable. The Mother of the Harlequins, herself. But it was the secondary, but fleeting, the barest touch, that seemed to hold more of an interest. Something which could not be explained. A being in which at one time he had made contact with. Was this epedimic of violence her doing? Was this the power of the Muse? There was no given name for such an entity; none that he was aware of, as he made his way toward the church; the epicenter of the violence.<E>
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:05:01 AM): Ignoring the the bishop she turned to face the foyer in the back; both doorways, one leading into the church itself and the one leading into this very sanctum were left wide open, both broken from the carnage that started here. Outside she could see a clear view of part of the mayham raging but it was not that she is focus upon. Behind her the bishop could only clutch at his chest, the onset of a heart attack beginning. However, he would not be so easily released to death, she was there to collect her payment before she gave him over to death. Right she picked up upon the a familiar vibe. Recognizing it a smile came upon her lips. How could she have not seen this coming? Such total destruction and suffering would have brought such a =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:10:58 AM): being out of hiding. A slight oversight, nothing major to derail her business here and now. A thought then came to her, once more she turned to face the bishop, the smile still upon her lips; to the bishop, a toothy grin of sharp teeth belong to a beast that would devour his very soul, all the more the bishop clutched his chest. He knew his sin and there was no one to forgive him. Making her way to the bishop she stops before him, heavy panting of fear eminating from him. A hand rises to touch his cheek... A scream...She waits for the arrival within posession of the bishop's body.=e=
the_diabolique_harlequin (3:16:42 AM): Echoes of his presence could be felt; could be seen in the shadowy darkness that seemed to proceed him. Where the darkness stirred from its slumber within every small nook and cranny. It rose up alive, as if it had been given some sort of sentient being, or half filled intelligence; where it came to life with a chitter and a chat, languidly hissing; and something sleek and powerful moving through the more dense and less populated shadows. Eyes of the Nighshades; the infinte number of the Diabolique's demonically created underlings; minions, encouraged the death of the bishop with cold whispered malicious thoughts. " Die! Die! Die!" they seemed to repeat over and over. It rose up like a wind and then fell as the Devil drew close. As his silhouette fell across the foyer, stepping <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (3:16:55 AM): past the wrecked visage of the doors and slipping inside he inner most sanctum with ease. Where darkness had fallen; as it passed over his features like the clouds upon the face of the noon-day sun; his eyes were alive. The colour of gray and blue. A hint of turbulent violet could be seen within their depths, like a storm upon the horizon, and the faint shift in his demenaor, his appearance, adjusting to accomodate the staff, transferring it to beneath his arm, as he brought his hands together in a simple gesture; clapping with a soft sound, as the bare flesh of his hands slipd together and apart; moving away from one another in a small succession. " Most elegant twas this feast, dear Muse. I must say it was more than enough," he said; his voice lingering upon the air of the church.<E the_diabolique_harlequin (3:17:01 AM): the^ the_diabolique_harlequin (3:23:04 AM): Echoes of his presence could be felt; could be seen in the shadowy darkness that seemed to proceed him. Where the darkness stirred from its slumber within every small nook and cranny. It rose up alive, as if it had been given some sort of sentient being, or half filled intelligence; where it came to life with a chitter and a chat, languidly hissing; and something sleek and powerful moving through the more dense and less populated shadows. Eyes of the Nighshades; the infinte number of the Diabolique's demonically created underlings; minions, encouraged the death of the bishop with cold whispered malicious thoughts. " Die! Die! Die!" they seemed to repeat over and over. It rose up like a wind and then fell as the Devil drew close. As his silhouette fell across the foyer, stepping <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (3:23:07 AM): past the wrecked visage of the doors and slipping inside he inner most sanctum with ease. Where darkness had fallen; as it passed over his features like the clouds upon the face of the noon-day sun; his eyes were alive. The colour of gray and blue. A hint of turbulent violet could be seen within their depths, like a storm upon the horizon, and the faint shift in his demenaor, his appearance, adjusting to accomodate the staff, transferring it to beneath his arm, as he brought his hands together in a simple gesture; clapping with a soft sound, as the bare flesh of his hands slipd together and apart; moving away from one another in a small succession. " Most elegant twas this feast, dear Muse. I must say it was more than enough," he said; his voice lingering upon the air of the church.<E
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:45:14 AM): By now the fire that burned within the loft had diminished, the stained glass windows shattered by the heat laid open for the pounding rain to drench the area, hardly any lights lit the place except for the occasionaly flashing of lightning and a few dotted areas touched by the fire. The bishop stood, hearing the sounds of whispering death, and a toothy grin creeped upon his lips. In posession of the half dead body, Le désabusé Esprit, Acrimonie sunk deep her clutches in to the dwindling soul of the bishop taking full control of the person. The bishop looked around staring intently in to the shadows then straighten his robe of office, the wounds upon his body still bleeding. He ignored the creatures that were chanting; he =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:56:32 AM): wished he could die but the spirit that enslaved him, posessing him would not allow it. The moment it had taken hold he knew who he was dealing with, the Devil's own advocate. He had been trick, he had been tested and he had failed miserably now the death of humdreds lay on his soul, his mind, his very essences. She could read his thought and feel his emotions and laughed at each one; this laughter cause him pain but it did not show on his person for she was in control of his physical self. The clapping echoed down towards her, eyes shifted the foyer and there she saw him; with her own sight as well as with the bishop's. Old hands crossed at the back and the grin remained on the aged face as she speaks with the bishop's voice, "A feast...=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (4:05:23 AM): Oh course, I had forgotten you feed off of these wretched souls. I should have know I should have know" a hand lifts in idle dismissal, "It is still going on, why don't you finish it up while I conclude this business here with the sinner." the hand pats at the chest like a marionette. It has been a while since she took posession of a body, the control was still slightly limp at best., "Humph, this one is fighting back. How annoying.." in one swift move she made the bishop bite off his finger and swallow it...Oh how wonderful to feel his horror, "Much better." the bloody lips smiled in pleasure. =e=
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Post by What Tali Wants on Jan 21, 2008 21:43:29 GMT 8
the_diabolique_harlequin (12:39:56 AM): A feast of the soul. The anguish and suffering was like a piece of fruit that had ripened to the point of being overbearing; protecting the life giving seeds on the inside, just beneath the fleshen skin. It was like an exquisite night. The scent of perfume beneath his nose, inhaling the bittersweet irony of the decieved; the tricked. Those that now wallowed in their own agony. It sent a chill up and down the length of his spine. Like the sensual touch of a lover; gliding guilded fingers over the smooth skin in a slow tickle of movement. The dark figure held up an immaculate hand; nails were glossy, like glass, manicured and well taken care of. His entourage fell quiet, slinking this way and that through the ebony shades, and he lowered his hand in time, as his fingers met with <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (12:40:10 AM): the soft-sleek furr of a beast; an animal that had skulked out of the shadows in just the knick of time. The animal twitched her tail, back and forth, to and fro, purring deep within her throat at the mere touch of those slender digits. The Devil of the Harlequin front was well amused. Feeding on those departing souls; caught in the intricate web woven by the three points, the shards of the Ruby in which he obtained, aquired with his sheer will and the ruthlessness of his non-merciful fate. A smile appeared upon such pale tiers; an alien sight against the landscape of his current mask and form. Terraforming his features to mimic that of useless emotions, a simple gesture procured and shown forth. " Oh, but, this here, is much more entertaining," he said, witness to the vast <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (12:40:23 AM): control; as she fought against and seemed to win the tiny battle. Victorious over the Bishop's will, bending it to her own, made to heel and to kneel before the presence of the Muse. His dark eyes were aflamed with sinister life, as he watched her dangle the form like a marionette; she the puppeteer. As the hand came forward, lips parted, he could imagine the texture, the taste, even the sound as those enamel teeth puncture and grind, cutting, tearing through fragile flesh. Biting through aged bone until blood sputtered in a red crimson shower, and the digit was all but made to be consumed. Dinner and a show. How thoughtful she was. To provide a well balanced meal; and to even add a hint, a small spicy dash of enjoyment along the way. <E>
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:55:19 AM): The bishop lift his hand to scratch at an itch upon his cheek; he doesn't actually feel the itch the Muse merely wanted to show off a litte of her handy work. Blood continued to drip from the finger that was bitten, squirting from time to time and because the bishop could see what the Muse sees he was horrified even more. He beg the Muse, this embittered spirit, to let him go but all she did was laugh; creating pain unimaginable. Withered grey eyes looked to the Diabolique Harlequin as the hand lowered to the side, "Entertainment? Is this =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:57:17 AM): what you call it? Humph." a snort and the gaze moved to the feline. The bishop caught a thought of what the Muse was thinking and in fear tried desparately to break free; a play thing for that monster of a beast! The posessed body jerked, almost falling forward, an unearthly growl eminated from the bloody lips, "If you don't behave I will definitly give you to his cat!!" the words were growled, face contoured to anger and it was obvious the Muse was speaking to the bishop. The body jerked again to and fro, swaying and convulging before it finally settle in a straight posture. A breath is taken and the a bloody grin returned, "I'm growing tired of this one.." the Muse spoke to the Harlequin, "Would you like to have him?" as =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:03:13 AM): she spoke she began to separate herself from the body, yet still remainning within. While they spoke to each other, with in the darkness he creeped; a harmless looking primate about the size of a squirrel watched. A tamarin monkey hopped from a statue that managed to remain undamaged to atop the back of the episcopal throne, eyes focused on those before it. =e=
chaotique_harlequin (1:16:47 AM): Lengthy black wings carried the form of manifested chaos, his body sailing throught he air upon these mog hardend and subconciously controled wings of his. Around his neck was a new black chain coming down to a ruby that was set in place, this ruby had completed his transformation. He was now a full fledged Harlequin, where as before he was half the power as was merely the bastard offspring that was left to wander. But now he was finally completely, linked to the other Harlequins as well as to their mother Meme. Since gaining the ruby from Ninette everying seemed so much clearer, it all made since to him. He knew what he was and how he was made, but many things were still in the dark. <C> chaotique_harlequin (1:16:48 AM): He could feel the presence of others through the link that the Ruby gave him, he could tell that he was even nearing one now. Emeralds cast their gaze downward toward a village below, that was where this other Harlequin was. Already he coudl tell that he was strong, but there was something else at play here with in this village. People were fleeing, the streets filled with chaos toward the edges of the village. More towards the center and specificly around the church, it seemed things were more quiet there. 'Was the other harlequin the cause of this, or something else?' his mind posed the silent question, he would simply shrug it off since he would be able to find out in no time.<C> chaotique_harlequin (1:16:53 AM): His body falling quickly from its original hight, his form coming down to slam into the open arch way of the bell tower. Those black wings of his seeming to simply shift from a solid state to a more mist or smog like appearence, once it had down this the smog simply startd to fly into his back. The smog wrapping around his arms and then his torso before falling to hang around his body int he form of a coat, reaching forward and under the bell, he grasped the thick rope. He knew his enterence wasent going to be a silent one, but what was the point. He felt that if, he could sense that the other harlequin was here that it was the same for him. Holding that rope as he pushed his weight forward, he would just fall down the center of the tower.<C></F chaotique_harlequin (1:16:59 AM): His hand tightens to slow his decent, and at the same time it causes the bell to sway and ring out loudly through out the church. In a matter of moments his feet slapped upon the ground with a soft thud, as the bell continued to chime out over head." I wonder if they heard me? " He would speak out to make light of his own enterence.<E>
the_diabolique_harlequin (1:23:46 AM): An amused pattern had formed upon his lips; his eyes shifting between that of the possessed bishop and the sentient-animal-like creature at his fingertips, looking down, as the beast lifted her head in a silent gesture of awareness; her tail bouncing from side to side, swishing through the open space. Those green-ish/yellow eyes diverted and looked back upon the half-dead meat. Flesh was flesh. Blood was just as good as any. The Diabolique Harlequin, following the gaze of his prized familiar, his own eyes shifting through the spectrum, moving from one end to the other; looking past the myriad of the withered eyes of the Bishop and into the very being of the Muse. He took in all that he could see. Everything and nothing. Every sorted detail was thoroughly examined; inside and out.<C> the_diabolique_harlequin (1:24:06 AM): His mind had broadened in the time since the Muse had first appeared within his shadowy secluded retreat. Where once he had looked only upon a few individual trees, he now saw a much expanded view, seeing the entire forest, instead of each singular thread. He was also consciously aware of the surrounding environment. The shadows constantly relaying to his mind; back and forth with information; those things unseen. The eyes of the Nightshades like small recievers, looking through them as if they were his own. The monkey was noticed! Though his attention was more on the Muse and the separation anxiety between the flesh and the ethereal. " A fine meal fit for a princess!" he exclaimed, tossing his arms wide, out to either side, the staff forgotten as it was thrown, <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (1:24:29 AM): coming down and impaling the surface of the ruined floor with impending doom. He made a small gesture, urging the beast to go and play. To have fun. Stroking his pale and cool digits through that ever so soft furr, ranging up and scratching just behind her ears and then down lower across the side of her face, and to the underside of her chin, before the black animal moved, detaching herself from he side of her Master; bounding, loping forward on silent paws. Crouching, she looked so cute in such a playful stance. She leapt, pounced, claws were unsheathed and the beast purred as she assailed the flesh, shredding bloodied furrows; opening grievious wounds, putting her full weight and strength into dragging the Bishop down with proficient skill of a ruthless hunter of the wild. <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (1:24:46 AM): His gaze was fixiated upon the wonderment of his familiar and then drew them long and hard across and up from the blackened shape, and toward what could be now as the formless features of the Muse once again? If she allowed such actions to transpire. He looked as if he might have been about to say something, when his head turned briefly towards his left shoulder, as if he were merely looking back and over toward the doors of the church. The bells rang overhead. And through the triple shards he carried upon his persona; he was more than vaguely aware of the encroaching feeling. A new signature sensation. One that registered as another shard. A new Harlequin vast approached. His eyes narrowed, and then he swung his head back in the direction of the Muse. <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (1:24:59 AM): " It seems your turn of events have aroused the appetites of others, as well," he said with a coy expression which all but illuminated his face with a simplistic charm. <E>
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:55:23 AM): Outside, the rain had subsided some, it was more a steady drizzle rather than the torrential force that is was in the beginning. Although it had deminished in strength the clouds above remained, causing night to be dark than usual and the fires that rage over the town to be brighter than bright. From that darkness, from that burning ruins, from that steady drizzle came another being; a raven with feathers so dark that it looked to be a shadow that came to life, feathers that are iridesenct that it could shine any color brilliantly; a form and figure of unparallel beauty for a bird. This was another of =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:55:43 AM): the Muse companions and this one had news. It swooped down in to the cathedral through one of the broken stanied windows and landed next to the tamarin monkey. A quick conversation was exchange between the raven and the Muse, though outwardly they seem to ignore each other; another Harlequin is coming, the raven says, this the Muse found interesting but she will deal with that bit of information later for now she wanted to give this bishop over to the Diabolique Harlequin. The bishop started to fight again but his fate was sealed, he no longer had the strength to exorcize the evil =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:56:16 AM): spirit that posessed him; the proof of this is that the body would not jerk, it stood as still as a statue. Then his attention was drawn away from fighting against the Muse, the black form of the feline has taken it, he would have soiled himself if he had control of his body. However, the sight of the beast should not be what frightens him. At this point the Muse shared what she had in mind, a horrible death for a horrible sin. A second before the feline hit the body the Muse separated from the Bishop; she could have remained in his body and spare him the agony of pain...But that wasn't what she=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:57:58 AM): is made for. The bishop throw up his arms as a last second defense even though it was usless, his scream reverbrated within the inner sanctum, turning to gurgles as blood filled his airway. The Muse smiled, drifted over to the mauling of the bishop and took a physcial form that the Bishop would recognize, the girl that visited him that morning of the festive day and turned him him to wicked ways. The bishop tried to say something but no vice could be made. The young girl in a winter dress, pretty in a homely way, hair tied up in a cute ponytail giggled then skipped away moving toward the =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (2:03:11 AM): Harlequin just as she heard the bells ring, she didn't seem to mind that another Harelquin had appeared, "Appetites, appetites...I have more to do to this fair town, so continued to feed as freely as you want." in a child like voice she spoke then giggled and stopped part way towards the Diabolique one, As cute as a little girl can be she smiled and swayed all innocently, "Tell that other one not to bother me, okay?" she snickers, as if giving a signal her companions bounded forward to join her, it was time for them to play. =e=
chaotique_harlequin (2:14:43 AM): Swiftly those bent knees that had absorbed his landing would straighten allowing him to stand at his full hight, raven and green tinted locks swayed and hide away half of his facial features from the prying eyes of any that would ben lurking near. The lengthy coak would flutter around his body, and with the guilding tug of his slender pale digits he straightend the collar and coverd more of the pale flesh that made up his chest and abdomen. His lower body was wrapped in a similiar dark fabric as the coat, both were composed of his smog that was molded and made solid. The bell continued to chime over head filling the tower and the majority of the surrounding area with the sound, arching a brow as he glanced upward. <C></FA chaotique_harlequin (2:14:48 AM): He simply released a lengthy sigh at the continued chimes, it was quite a bit more annoying then he thought it would be. His right hand lifting from his side and his wrist twisting, his pale digits spreading as a green mist would pour out from his skin. That mist rolling and getting more dense with each passing moment, and then the mist looked more like a green liquid being held together int he form of an orb. Flicking his hand upward swift, that liquid like orb stretched out taking on a spear or dart like look. That acidic dart shot upward away from his fingers toward the bell, and there was an audible sizzle as that dart hit and shot through the bell , but support beam, and then up and out through the roof of the towe chaotique_harlequin (2:14:53 AM): As he let this acidic spear loose, he just gracefuly spun upon heels tell he completed a 360 degrees. Pushing forward with a flesh of his left leg his form effortlessly move forward toward the doors of the main chamber where the other Harlequin and a couple other forms were present, the sizzle over head and behind him continued and then a crack echoed out. The sound of the metalic bell breaking free and the large heavy bell slamming into the walls of the tower and then down , it would strike the ground cracking and causing the marble floor to spiderweb out with thousands if not hundreds of thousands of little cracks. Looking over his shoulder those emeradls shinded as he took in the sight of bell that landed where he was st chaotique_harlequin (2:15:01 AM): His thin pale lips curved upward, and he would let out a soft content sigh now that all was silent once more. Again, he wasent being all that stealthy, but what would be the fun of being all silent like any way. He continued forward toward those doors and he stopped one he reached them, his head canting to the left and his head shifted with the lean. He could hear the sounds of animal of some kind growling and the sound of flesh tearing, all of which were followed by screams of an adult male and then gurgleds of blood. Indeed some one was having fun just on the other side of this door, his head tilted back straight at the sound of a girls giggles. Flicking his right hand foward toward the door, another green mist would sho chaotique_harlequin (2:15:07 AM): The acidic mist starts to melt through the doors right down the center, the sizzles sound echoing out once more as the center where the two doors met started to melt away making a gap large enough for a humanoid figure to walk through freely. Once the door was no longer there the silhouette of Chaotique's form remaind there, the large metalic bell cracking and creating a large divit int he marble behind him. Those emerald pools of his drifted from side to side as he took in the sighs with in the room, a large feline like creature was having its way with what appeared to be a mortal man of the cloth. He then noticed the dark figure and the form of the small girl that was disgustingly cute looking. " What do we have here? " <C> chaotique_harlequin (2:15:13 AM): His tone deep as his words snaked out to find the ears of those present, his words would befollowed by the tapping of his boot clad feet as he effortlessly pushed forward, his body passing the stil sizzling doors to move closer.<E>
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Post by Tali Makes the World Go Round on Jan 21, 2008 21:48:54 GMT 8
the_diabolique_harlequin (2:27:11 AM): Powerful jaws clamped down. Teeth sunk through flesh; meat was torn away in bloodied chunks as the beast chewed a few times and then swallowed. She seemed to be in sort of exstasy; lost somewhere between the state of the thrill of the kill and the pleasure of such a rewarded gift. Tullie lifted her stained muzzle, licked her lips, bared her fangs and looked in the direction of the Muse, as the rustling of feathered wings descended from overhead. This too, was noticed and regarded by the Devil of the Harlequins, his illuminated gaze turning skyward, as the bird settled across from the simian-esque creature. The feline seemed to have grown her own cheering section; for the shadows, here and there, were alive with chit-chat. A form of some unknown language, as the summoned and <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:27:28 AM): shadow-spawned minions hoped and hollared their blood-thirsty pangs. The Harlequin viewed the now physically challenged spectre of the Muse herself. Admitting to himself that she was much as a mystery, an enigmatic conundrum as he, himself, was to the other Harlequins. So why the shape of a cute little girl? Was there some significance behind this altered appearance? This lively little visage wrapped in the winter dress. The bobbing of her ponytail. He made no sudden movements, but allowed only his eyes to drift over her; following her countenance as she seemed to skip forward in his general direction. There was a nod of his head, indicating that he would make full use of the provided feast. Even now he could feel the simultanious pulsing beats of the three shards; growing <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:27:44 AM): radical and out of control with each new captured soul that had been ensnared within the web it had been weaving since his first arrival. " This one I feel," he began, looking away and toward the doors, back over the side of his left shoulder, thingying his head, and listening to the screams eminating from beyond the entry archway, " is young, but I sense deservingly power. A single shard is all they have aquired..." his voice grew heavy, heady. His eyes closed as he spoke, each word fading out, as he seemed to slip into his mind; or into the Darkness. Again his sole attention was turned to the not so innocent-appearing apparition of the Muse; he could see through such beguilement. Though the human mind could be so easily fooled; swayed with such power. He felt the new Harlequin's <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:28:01 AM): words as they pressed against the darkened atmosphere, and all was silent. The shadows slithered around with a restless vibration, a warble droning, as the Diabolique was as still as a statue. Not a breath, nor a pulse, not an eye was batted, and then in the blink of an eye, he seemed to have changed directions. In something of a slow-motion replay; it would have been described or seen as his form suddenly losing all sense of definition; becoming a dark-blank slate, and then suddenly, the back of his form had reverted and became the front, his head slowly lifting, as his chin pressed against his chest, his eyes languidly touring across the vacant floor, over the scattered remains and burning pyres, the light of those scorching embers reflected within each of his now, storm gray eyes,<C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:28:17 AM): dark and sinister, feeling out the one which had spoken. " One could say the same," he remarked in that sing-sung voice. His timbre infused with the pervasive evil that he had become infamous for. The silver guilded tongue was almost like no other. The Devil reached out with his other given senses toward the other; through the connection shared with the ruby shards. They quickened. He could feel their reaction from where they were mounted across his form. " And whom might you be? A new sibling come to taste the fruits? To cut your teeth upon this glorious and offered feast?" <E>
illusionary_harlequin (2:42:19 AM): The once proud city, brought to its knees by the Muse was alive like a buzzing hive of bees. The youngest of the Harlequins had arrived, but it seems he had missed all the fun. With each step he took, the small golden bells atop his shoes jingled, though the sound was drowned out by the screams of the whicked all about him. He paid no mind to the falling rain, stepping softly as he made his way thought the crowds of chaos. He tilted his head down, a hallow laugh began within his throat, swelling and erupting from behind the masque he wore upon his face. He grabbed random passers, swinging them, dancing with them, then sending them upon their way. He grew with cheer, reveled in the joy of this event. He soon illusionary_harlequin (2:42:37 AM): The closest person to him was the first to go. He threw his right arm out and took the man by the throat, closing his fingers tighter and tighter untill the man's spine snapped with a sickening crunch. He let the figure fall to his knees, flexing his wrist to let a dagger drop into his hand. The jester spun to the left quickly, letting the dagger sink into the gut of a young woman. He jerked his arm upward as a spray of blood erupted from the wound. Before the woman had fallen, the Jester was on to his next victim. With a running start, he simply pushed his foot into the ground and leapt forward, planting his foot in the chest of another man. The weight of the jester was enough to knock the man onto his back illusionary_harlequin (2:42:59 AM): The jester tilted his head back in an eerie giggle. From his perch upon the chest of the now dead villager, he grabbed a young boy by the shirt. Placing one hand upon the boys ear, he simply forced his body to the ground, his head onto the stone. Though it took a few slams, the boys head cracked in a shower of blood and brain matter. Standing, the Jester lifted his right leg into the air, bringing it down with such force that the boy's face was crushed in from the blow. The next in his spree of 'fun' was a young girl. He lurched forward, planting feet in the ground and working up a sprint. He wrapped his hand about her neck and forced the child into a wall. He lifted her up off the ground, giggling loudly as illusionary_harlequin (2:43:14 AM): took her last breath before tossing her limp body at another stranger. He turned his attention to the church, sensing a familiar presence. "Ooh...They have come to play as well..." (e)
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:04:55 AM): "Noisy one isn't he." the Muse spoke out loud but addressed no one. Joining her at last is Sangui, the tamarin monkey; an odd looking monkey, he looked to have a beard and mustache with a dark and very lovely coat and tail. On hands and feet he ran passed the mauling of the bishop and hopped unto the shoulder of the Muse and murred. The monkey ignored the harlequin, clearly wanting nothing to do with him, and spoke to the Muse with that deep voice of his, "Bah, another of that useless group. Can they create such as you have? I think not!" as =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:05:33 AM): the monkey spoke the Muse began to giggle, she giggled and giggled then chuckled and chuckled before it turned into a laugh while the monkey continued speaking, "The other one is just making noise in there, nothing more than a noise maker." Sangui seems to be amused now, affected by the Muse laughing. Neither of them noticed the demeanor of the Diabolique Harlequin nor the other harlequin that finally joined them, "Sangui, enough.." the Muse says after her laughter ended, "You have a job to do so do it." the tamarin nodded=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:08:56 AM): then hopped off of the Muse's shoulder, as he did so the little primate body began to change, stretching in shape and size; other parts were shrinking to fit the image. When Sangui finally landed he was a perfect image of the mayor of this fair town, it was time to do the so-called 'Damage Control'. Sangui avoid walking near the Diabolique Harlequin, giving the devilish man a wide birth as he walked by. The Raven followed after Sangui informing the Muse as it flew by of another harlequin, again no outward display of acknowledgement; of course she knew of this. She did, however, turned her attention the two that are with her, catching on the vibe that this is their first meet. =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:12:01 AM): Remaining at the physical form of the little girl she finally turn to face the other harlequin; she perferred showing this form rather than the one she usually use. =e=
chaotique_harlequin (3:23:13 AM): Chaotique stood there now just with in the threshold that he had melted a opening into, those emeralds watch in an amused fashion as the shadowy little creatures cheered on the dark feline beast as it feasted upon the man of the cloth. He would then shift his focus more to the statue like figure that would not move nor even bat an eye lash to his words, there would not be a action taken by him untell he would seemingly blend with the shadows for amoment only to end up facing him afterwards. The dark brow of his lifted and arched ont he right side as he looked eye to eye with the man now, indeed he was strong, he could feel it. Then he felt another presence, a second Harlequin has bounded onto the scene, it was getting more chaotique_harlequin (3:23:14 AM): This other one was one that he could not reconize, another that he had not met before. So far he has come acrossed the one that had turned him, Ninette and the Mother of them all Meme. And now he felt the presence of these two others' just how many more are there?" He wondered to himself as he continued forward another three or four graceful steps, coming to a stop his coat fluttered around his legs as he listend to the words that were spoken by the statue like figure. Those emeralds watched the figure, they took in everything that there was to see, almost as if he was examining or studying him. Finally he would shift bringing his right side forward and his right hand lifted a bit to push up through his dare locks allowin chaotique_harlequin (3:23:20 AM): Finally he would respond to the words that were directed toward him " I guess you can say that I am new, you may address me as Chaotique.. " His tone was again deep and once more snaked out to find the ears of those present, he would gradualy drom the arm as emerald gems shifted to look toward the girl as she laughed and giggled. It appeared as if she was talking to the monkey upon her shoulder, and then that same monkey would leap from her to shift forms in to that of a man. That man would make his way past the statue like figure and would soon be followed by a black as night bird , he would ignore the shape shifting creature and the bird as he continued to look at the two that were before him.<C> chaotique_harlequin (3:23:26 AM): "Hm... Not at first, though, I must admit I enjoy the sheer chaos of it all.. No, what caught my attention, my curiousity was you.. " Pausing his slender digits of his right hand lifted to stroke the ruby gem that rested between the toned pecks and against he pale flesh of his chest." This gem allowed me to feel your presence, and the presence of the out playing with in the streets. I was interested in meeting the others.. " Again he would fall silent, his gaze shifting back fromt he small girl that was cleary more then she appeared to the man" And you are? " He finally slipped out in a deep questioning tone, his form continued forward tell he was with in ten or so feet of the seated male harlequin. <C> chaotique_harlequin (3:23:31 AM): Swiftly he would allow his form to lower onto one of the many benches that were lined up in rows infront of an alter, he then leaned back shifting his gaze toward what is left of the mortal as the beast tore into him still savoring each chunk and bite of flesh.<E>
the_diabolique_harlequin (3:35:23 AM): Now wasn't this grand? The shards began to tell the tale of yet another arrival. Another? His senses sharpened and he pushed with ease against the stretching forth from the shadows; series of mental probes, as the minions scattered to and fro to act as remote surveilance units through the Primal Darkness, and settling their pinpricks of glowing oculars upon the addition. This one, the Diabolique Harlequin observed, was a childe, compared to himself, and that of the one which stood within the boundaries of his presence. " Do wonders never cease," he said to himself. Perhaps he might have spoken a little more outwardly than he might have realized at the time; somewhat keeping it beneath his own breath. Yet his thought carried enough weight and sank it into his openly expressed <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (3:35:45 AM): assumption. Oh how he loathed that monkey ( if it could even be classified as a monkey; being the same one as before or a different one altogether ) from the first moments in which the Muse had manifested herself within the very heart of his inner most sanctum. His solitude at the core of the Primal Darkness. The Diabolique Harlequin remembered it well enough. An experience in which he would never soon and likely ever to forget. His anomosity for the chump-chimp was pushed aside; mental hands were laid upon the thoughts and shoved away; pulled down into the voidable abyss that were his own self conscious. His eyes moved and followed the simian, as it hopped from the Muse's shoulder, his curiosity getting the better of him, watching as the monkey assumed the role of a human-disguise. the_diabolique_harlequin (3:35:48 AM): <C>^ the_diabolique_harlequin (3:36:10 AM): It was no hidden agenda or secret that the Diabolique Le Diable felt nothing for those that were to be considered his siblings. The only common bond in which he seemed to share with any of them, were the ruby shards that linked their traceable essence to one another. This was an observation from a point of view; his own personal opinion; something that could be traced back through each of his so called brothers and sisters. Some defined seed that could be followed and linked back to the one that had taken their life. Something of the one that gave them this new existence. But when he has been forced to look in upon himself; he had no such bond. And the more he dwells upon this, the more removed; withdrawn away from the others, as he slides more toward reclusiveness than openingly <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (3:36:31 AM): embracing his siblings with open arms and fake emotions; ones that he just did not require or have a need of. His thoughts were interupted; the flapping wings of the raven disturbed the very air, and the gaze of the Muse was enough to rock him from his steadfast demeanor; a scowl crossing his lips momentarily, as she had such an effect upon him. He would chalk that up to nothing more than a sense of morbid curiosity. Nothing more or nothing less than his own fascination at unravelling the mysteries that seemed to surround this entity like so many hidden layers. Peeling back one, only to reveal several more, and so forth. Like a game he became an unwilling participant from the first moment she invaded his realm. During that hour of great importance. <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (3:36:48 AM): He was careful in his observations of the one that he could now place a name... " Chaotique." He repeated the name several more times out in the open, and a few more hundred tmes within the confined space of his private thoughts. It had that dramatic flare as he spoke the Harlequin's name. A nice ring to it, as it slipped forward and off his devilish forked tongue. It was only obvious of whom was responsible for this creature's existence. His nostrils flared and inhaled the subtle scent of his creator. The left side of his mouth twitched and assumed the form of a half-witted smile, possibly a smirk. And the the ball in the form of formality had been bounced into his own court; as Chaotique walked past him; he turned rather gracefully, and followed with a questioning expression. <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (3:37:04 AM): " Names are of no importance...its not by a name that we are known. We are governed and redefined; known by our actions. Names can be forgotten," he said as he lounged his gaze between that of the doors, now resting behind him; the form of the Muse, which she had assumed, and that of the sibling Chaotique. Yet he has not forgotten about the approaching one, even now, he was still aware of the secondary Harlequin's location. One whom seemed to have yet a lot to learn about being subtle. " I am nothing more than a shadow. The cryptic being seen from the corner of the eyes, and nothing more. But for the sake of being polite...Diabolique Le Diable," and he took the most opportune moment in which to slide forward into a most respectable bow, leaning forward upon his waist. <E>
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Post by The End of Tali on Jan 21, 2008 21:54:10 GMT 8
illusionary_harlequin (3:47:56 AM): Blood dripped from the porcelain that hid the face of the Jester. He slid his long, crooked tongue from behind the masque and tasted it, giggling to himself. He was as estatic as a child in a candy store. He continued his current rampage, destroying anyone who drew within his reach. One after another, they each fell before the hands of the Jester, though he did end up losing a few of his daggers in the process. He didn't care, a few minor setbacks in the bigger picture, which was testing his form in this new realm. His next target went down with little fight, and the jester grew bored with the lack of fun in it now. He let his arms fall and hang idly at his sides, bloody daggers falling from either hand. This was no longer fun. Suddenly, his attention was reminded of the church (c) illusionary_harlequin (3:48:02 AM): and those familiar strangers whom resided within. He could feel power pulsing through the air of the chuch as he drew closer to it. Yes, these were indeed siblings... those who were stricken with the same curse he was. The jester lifted a gloved hand to the cheek of the masque, letting the digits rest upon the cold porcelain. Placing his hand upon the door, he winced a little. He was curious as to what lie behind the wood, though he knew not if he wished to venture inward. For the first time in his existence, the Jester was scared. Withdrawing his had from the oak, he stood back and waited, contemplating entrence into this building. "A weakling like you could never hope to stand to what lies behind those doors, why do you even stand here." The voice echoed in his mind as always. (c) illusionary_harlequin (3:48:17 AM): He shook his head and turned from the door. "Well, what are you waiting for? If you plan to go in, then why are you still standing here?" This first voice was joined by a second. "He is nothing. He was nothing before, and he will always be nothing." The two voices mocked him as more voices joined the chourus of madness within the mind of the Jester. "Nothing!" "Useless" "Weakling!" Each new voice was louder than the last, and each belonged to the innocent souls that the Jester had stolen. Though they had long since driven the young Harlequin mad, he was to this day, plagued by their presence. He forced his gloved hand to his ears, pushing with all his might. "Shut up..." He whispered to himself, "Shut up...Shut up...Shut up!" His voice grew within his throat, untill he was screaming. (C) illusionary_harlequin (3:48:35 AM): "Shut up!!" The voices fell silent, as the jester panted, turning to face the doors. He forced them open and stepped into the church, against his better judgement. (e)
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:38:41 AM): Deep in the center of town, windows and doors of the townhall were boarded up and locked and the gates were guarded; within the buidling the mayor paced back and forth in front of his desk, locked away in his office The town was going to hell fast and it seemed there was nothing anyone could do. What manner of argument that started it all was absolutely forgotten and all that seems to be is uninhibated madness; no rhyme or reason for it all, it was if the people of the town had forgotten their humanity...Or embraced it too freely. Whatever it was the mayor no longer had control; the politician =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:38:52 AM): paced back anf forth in front of his desk desparate for a solution, hoping that the distress call he placed earlier would be answered. Outside his office the sound of destruction rang through smoked filled air, screams and yells sounded more suitably described as animals rather than humans; crash and explosions went on and on, the night seem as if it didn't want to end. Then suddenly the sound of knocking. The mayor, confused for a moment, paniced; his thoughts of lunatics smashing in his door, then he realized the knock was nothing more than a knock. Angered by his panic as well as=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:39:09 AM): being disturbed he answered the door with a growled "What is it?", but it soon vanished when he saw who stood there, a mirror image. A second passed until the mayor gathered his wits but before he could yell for help he was knocked unconscious. Up until now the town forces or soldiers had been avoiding using lethal force against the mob, despite seeing the people with in the mob attacking each other for no reason at all; that is, until the Sangui the tamarin monkey did his job. The moment a soldier used lethal force a sudden wave of hatred and anger over came the person. Always it was first blood that the creed is binding. Those who managed to escape it ran. They ran hard. They ran far. They ran nonstop to escape the violence that has taken over. No one looked back, no =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:39:51 AM): one stop to wait...No one cared for their fellow man. In a way, it was Sodom and Gomorrah all over again. High above the Raven flew over, the rain had stopped but something else had filled its place, a shadowy mist descending upon the town, the final act to the Muse's play. Back within the cathedral the Muse felt the final seal in place, the decimation of sanity and societies downward spiral into the abyss; another black mark on the history of this world. A shudder ran through her and for that moment she had forgotten about the two harlequins as well as the third one entering the temple. Eyes closed, the Muse giggled, being in a child form it came out child-like. She did not hear the question posed to her, all she could feel as the people came to realization of =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:42:16 AM): the horror of what they done and yet, they could not stop them selves; a living nightmare. It went on and on, each person that the mist touched, she felt them; the giggles turned to out right laughter...on and on and on...until it echoed with sanctuary itself, with the walls, every knook and craney. Even the bodies of the dead with the place seemed to laugh but most importantly...The darkness itself, 'You have done well.' it seem to whisper to her. The Muse didn't care who was with her now and when she stopped laughing it lingered. Finally she looked to the two Harlequins, and there was something foreboding about her. It was clear that she was not something to mess with. The Muse had a serene look, her dark gaze falling to the one called Chaotique then =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (12:42:56 AM): she whispered..."Who am I..." the words trailing as if the surrounding darkness was speaking and in a way, it was.=e=
chaotique_harlequin (1:07:53 AM): Chaotique sat there upon the bench with in the rows and rows of seats, his body idly resting back against the back of the wooden surface and he seemed not to feel threatend or worried in any way shape or form that some one could hurt him. His head canted to the right as he looked toward the statue like figure with his emerald pools, he would listen to the words of the man. They were amusing words that he spoke and it nearly caused him to let out a chuckle, however it would remain silent, more of a inward chuckle. Finally after a bit of a run around with his words, the man shared his name for the sake of politeness. This caused Chaotique to finaly let out that outward chuckle before he allowed his thing aple lips to utter his name. <C> chaotique_harlequin (1:07:54 AM): " Diabolique Le Diable.. So that is the name of the Harlequin here before me.. Your name as well has a nice ring to it.. " the last sentence was more of a thought but it was vocalized with in that moment, and realizing that he had done this he could not help but let out a another chuckle. His gaze slowly shifted toward the small girl, he could feel something strange about her, she was far from normal and it clearly sparked som interest with in him. However he would not take his curiousities public at this point, his gaze simply drifted toward the feline like creature as it would feast upon the man still. There was hardly anything left, the beast made quick work of the mans corpse.<C> chaotique_harlequin (1:08:02 AM): Hearing the screams come from the other side of the door, he would arch his brow and tilt his head back looking in the direction the screams came from. Through the ruby and its link, he could feel the presence and know that it was another Harlequin that was about to burst onto the scene. His head would snap back around at the sound of the small girly giggle that would rapidly turn into a an almost sinister laugh, well as sinister as possible coming fromt he figure of the cute little girl. There was a feeling hanging with in the air, his stomach felt like it was in knots, the hairs upon the back of his neck stood erect. Just what was this little girl, and what was it that she was doing with this town? Was Diabolique aiding her, or was he merely here to enjoy the show?<C> chaotique_harlequin (1:08:07 AM): Again he found his curiousities getting the best of him, his mind wandering and pondering on many things only for him to turn back once again as the young harlequin would make his enterence into the church.<E>
the_diabolique_harlequin (1:14:02 AM): The Diabolique Harlequin never seemed to falter; or seemed to be unnerved by the now sight of the Muse. That foreboding appearance seemd to have little or no effect upon him. The only offered suggestion that he had noticed anything out of the unordinary at all, was, for the fact, that the fine dark brow above his right eye slowly pulled inward, arching upwards, quirking in a leisurely fashion; lofting to the point of interest. They seemed to have similiar functions. These two separate entities. Both the Muse and himself. A quite sudden and unexpected shiver lashed out, shot from the base of his neck and wandering down, rip-roarig through the length of his spine, and no matter, if he had tried to supress it; it wouldn't have mattered. He hid nothing. He kept only the bare minimal <C the_diabolique_harlequin (1:14:17 AM): a secret; and then it was more or less on a need to know basis, and most often than not, it was for himself and himself alone to know. But here, now, he made no attempt to hide the dark pleasure that was seeping through his dark blood. His awareness was ever keen; focused and concentrated. Accute to the attunement of his senses to the Darkness around him. His eyes never betrayed, nor did they stray from the child-like figure. In long contemplating glances; he tried to figure her out. He looked for weaknesses that could be exploited; a way to gather intell on what it was this creature desired, and how it might be prudent that he discover these secrets for himself. The Muse would make a wonderful ally. But then there was the monkey. Yes, that blasted hellion of a beast! <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (1:14:34 AM): His attention was directed once more toward the Harlequin known as Chaotique. Half listening to the words that filtered through the atmosphere and touched upon the inner workings of his otherwise sharpened sense of hearing; but he had no choice but to divide his precious attention span, once more, slicing off another quarter of the half that was in response towards the closer of the two Harlequins, and sending that portion toward the screams that were coming from just the other side of the foyer. It was as if someone was having some sort of nervous breakdown? He shifted his weight, and gave the last bit of his attentive gaze, turning it toward the child-like form of the Muse, and then to that of his precious princess, as she continued to gorge and feast upon what now remained. <E>
illusionary_harlequin (1:42:22 AM): The young Jester pressed upon the doors with all his might, lofting out both arms, not so much to hold open the doors, but moreso to brace himself. He was still panting, that large intake of ozone into his dried lungs taking its toll upon him. He kept his head hung, though he knew that his display drew much unwanted attention. This was not the time, nor the place for such inner conflict. He needed his mind to be his at this time. Though it seemed inevitable, he tried his best to ignore the jeers and insults that were being thrown at him from what seemed all sides. ""Look at you... You can bareley stand. A weakling such as yourself need not be here."" The Jester shook his head, forcing the voices to the back of his mind. He was doing just what they wanted him to do. (c) illusionary_harlequin (1:42:43 AM): They knew that if they pushed him enough, his fragile mind would snap like a rubber band that had been stretched far past it's limits. He forced his head upward, letting his orange orbs scan what he could of the room. There were three beings that he could see. Though he knew not what they were doing here... the ruby shard that he held flared, clawed, and begged him to venture closer. As the echo's of the child's laughter hit his ears, he felt his stomach knot. His knees buckled beneath him as if a heavy weight was placed upon his shoulders. He fell to his knees, forcing his arms to keep him from falling flat upon the floor. "No...Do not show weakness..." He whispered to himself. He attempted to stand, though the heavy feeling kept him pinned. (c) illusionary_harlequin (1:43:00 AM): ""See... Just being this close to such power has you crumbling to the floor."" The voices wouldn't stop. ""How do you call yourself a Harlequin."" ""Such cowardess..."" ""They should slaughter you where you stand...put an end to your miserable existance."" The Jester clutched at his head once more, shaking it back and forth upon the floor. He grumbled, whimpered, and begged them to go away, yet with each plea, they only grew stronger. He slammed his fist down upon the cold stone and clutched his fingers tightly. Forcing himself to stand with everything he could muster, he managed to get up upon one knee. He lifted his masque once more to the three gathered at the opposite end of the church. The ruby ached, reaching out for the other shards. He wobbled as he stood, (c) illusionary_harlequin (1:43:15 AM): yet as he attempted to lift his right leg, nothing happened. He turned his orange orbs to the useless limb and forced it forward. He braced himself upon the rows of pews as he slowly made his way across the church. "It would seem..." His raspy voice echoed from behind the mask, "that we were drawn here by the same force." He finally stopped once he made it to the last pew. "Though it may be known by you...I myself have not yet figured out what that force is." He let his eyes scan each of the three before him, and then the fourth, unknown being in the room. Though he knew not what had happened, it seemd that he was too late to find out. His breathing once again became troublesom, his lungs ached with each hollow breathe he drew into them. (c) illusionary_harlequin (1:43:30 AM): Once his eyes had taken in all they could of the beings, he rested them upon the seated one. This being... This is the one that eminated such power. Though the child seemed to rival that of the seated one. He knew not what to say...nor who to trust, but for good or ill, he had made it. His ruby had forced him to seek out his siblings. (e)
To be continued...WAHZZUP!!
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Post by Tali Ressurected on Jan 24, 2008 15:32:02 GMT 8
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (9:53:55 PM): The Raven return, flying through an unseen opening far from the Muse and the two harlequins with her, it did a tight circle within the spacious area of tall ceilings before find a ledge to perch on. Down below the Raven spied the other harlequin found struggling not just in moving but also against an inner turmoil; curious by the sight the Raven alighted to join the creature. Landing a few feet behind the harlequin the Raven cawed, flapped its wings once then thingyed its head from side to side looking at the harlequin. It hopped a few inches toward the creature and cawed once more; it spoke. Within the mind of the harlequin through all the voices that invade the harlequin's thoughts, the Raven spoke to him; a female voice that overcomes all the other voices, =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (9:54:13 PM): "Do you want to die?" There was no sinister connotation to the question nor was there any humor to it. It was simply a question, like a grocery clerk asking a customer if they wanted a bag. The Raven continued to follow the weak harlequin, keeping the distance of a few feet, and asked again, "Do you want to die?" For what reason did The Raven have interest with this harlequin? It was unknown, not even the Muse herself knows and for now, did not want to know. Although they have traveled together for eons past the three have always and will always be three separate agendas. The interests they hold are their own; the only agreement is that those interests shall benefit each other, most especially to the Muse. For the Raven, it is possible that it sees something =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (9:54:39 PM): benefitical for the Muse within the weakest one of all the Harlequins; the Raven's pursuit. A tall lean man in his late thirties, clothed in a tailor made suit, kept straight and immaculate; his looks were a classic beauty that would inspire artists to paint and poets to write. His confidence knew no bounds and he strolled in as if he owned the place. He would have gone far as a politician as well as other aspects of life if it were not for the fate that befell the town. The Mayor's arrival was not hidden, the sound of his footsteps upon marbled floors echoed throughout the large structure that is the temple, and it echoed down pass the destroyed doors of the two main entrances. It was a rhythmic walk, leisurely was its pace up to the moment it stopped just pass the archway =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (9:55:15 PM): to the inner sanctum; his silhouette outline by the outside light. With hands in pockets, he took the moment for his sight to wander about the place before it fell upon the little girl. He continued forward down the center aisle to the girl began to shift form; a form that would be familiar to all of the harlequins present. The form of the youthful little girl began to shimmer then blur, growing taller and fuller until the new form appeared solid once more. The harlequin known as Ninette stood before them. As the image took on a more corporeal form the very essence of the Muse began to disappear, only the Monkey and the Raven would know who she is. In that moment the essence of Ninette took over; her mannerisms, the clothing, the hair, every=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (9:55:43 PM): single aspect that is Ninette began to show mirrored so perfectly. No amount of scry or mysticism could penetrate this façade; for all they knew she could very well be Ninette. However, how was this possible? How could this entity of whom no name was give, take the image of a person she has yet to meet? As a fledgling to darkness the Muse knew nothing of this possibility. Before prisonment she was of light and of truth; inspiriing the gods with songs and stories and poems, of dance and of all things beautiful and good; this was before prisonment, betrayed by the very gods that called her the first Muse. Her savior was the very darkness that they imprisoned her in. This darkness encompasses all that falls to it; it hears, it sees, it feels and nothing=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (9:56:44 PM): is hidden for everything is known. A fledgling no more, she is all that the darkness has taught her and more. No longer is she of light and truth, there is nothing left of that past but vast abyss so deep that there is no beginning; with no beginning there is no end. The Muse did not need to meet the one called Magnifique Harlequin, the darkness told her all. Cerulean gaze now looked upon the Chaotique Harlequin, then moved on towards the Diabolique Harlequin, she understood the effect that her last act had played upon him; the anger and hate, blood and sorrow was a lovely tapestry to feast upon, but what she is puzzled by is the pleasure she felt as his enjoyment. Despite the two companions she has traveled alone never meeting anyone similar to =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (10:15:11 PM): traveled alone never meeting anyone similar to her like, maybe it was that; that he was similar to her. The Muse, in Ninette's form, began to speak but was interrupted by a grasp upon her left upper arm. Her gaze turned to the Mayor, or someone that looked like the Mayor. Sangui had return and he was displease with the form the Muse has taken. A stare down began between them, the monkey in the Mayor's form and she, the Muse in Ninette's. Only then did a little of the Muse began to show, "You will let me go or I will destroy you." the chill of her voice echoed even though she spoke at less than moderate volume. Sangui =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (10:15:33 PM): growled, "We are leav..." it seems that being in a human form gave reason for Sangui to take authority, he over stepped his bounds and the Muse lashed out, cutting his sentence short. She didn't make any movements at all. Sangui was suddenly flung into the air and slamed against a piller with in the temple, his scream of agony rang out, rang out until he reverted back to being a monkey. Even then she did not let up. Sangui in his monkey form struggled and skreeched in pain and she did not care. =e=
chaotique_harlequin (10:45:00 PM): Again the approaching Harlequin would get his attention once more, the pushing at the doors and the stumbling and falling . This caused those gem like emerald pools to shift away from the two that were before him, his head turning as well as he would cast his gaze down the center of the isle. Looking toward the door way as the young jester, weak in appearence, crawled seemingly struggled at even walking into the main chamber of the church. This would cause a soft mocking chuckle to spill from those thin lips of his, it was in his nature, he could not help but find amusement in the weak jesters toubles. His gaze turned toward Diabolique Le Diable, he would speak out in a deep whisper " Do you not teach your chaotique_harlequin (10:45:01 PM): He was unaware that they had not met, but still it wasent really ment to mean Diabolique did the teaching, but Mother. That woman that he had met, Meme, he had a run in with her before he aquired the Ruby from Ninette. She was a bastard in her eyes, what would she think of him now? His dark brow arched in curiousity at his own thoughts, but he would cast them aside as the Young girls pets returned. Christian would lift his left hand, the dark black smog billowes out from the sleeve of his coat. That smog would shift and then become solid, it would shimmer with a mirror like finish. It was molded into a blade, nothing to threatening looking it was a merely a dagger that was curved and held a blade on onl chaotique_harlequin (10:45:05 PM): It how ever was not made to attack, no instead it was twirled with in his grasp and then he would position it pointing toward his right hand. Idly he would pick at his nails, it was a habit that carried over from his previous life. But the cleaning of his nails did not hold his attention for long as those emeralds caught the sudden changes that were taking place right before his eyes, the small girl was growing in size and becoming more shaply and those curves. It was a body that he knew well, a body that he had felt before. Those pale lids widen as he would stare upon the figure as it finally finished taking on that form, his blade pricking the tip of his finger. Thick blackish red bubbled to the surface r chaotique_harlequin (10:45:16 PM): He did not even blink though as the blade cut into his skin, he would find himself frozen and just watching as the figure of the man that the monkey had taken drew near to her. Lids lowered and narrowed, not for moment did he think she was Ninette but still with her wearig that skin in such a flawless manner it was still disturbing in its own right. He sat there pulling the blade from his finger, he brought it upward his lips and he licked at it with out taking his eyes from the scene before him as the man was tossed into a pillar. The crashign sound and his cries in pain, his gaze looked over toward the figure as it returned to that of a monkey still writhing in agony with skreeches .<C> chaotique_harlequin (10:45:22 PM): Those thin pale lips of his curled upward gradualy in a slight smirk, his gaze pushing back toward the woman that held Ninettes appearence. " Play with your pets later.. " his words snaked out toward her as he almost looked to the woman, his words lingering with a half playful jest and a half stren feel to his words. His left hand once again twirling that curved blade, and then he would send it into the ground between his feet. It slammed into the marble causing a crack to splinter its way out in both directions off of the slender portions of the blade.<E>
the_diabolique_harlequin (10:57:30 PM): From the source of the darkness; from whence the crunching of bones could be heard, the almost near silent slurp as the marrow is sucked from within; the sound of blood being lapped from torn and mutilated flesh; came the reverberating growl. It came on soft featherlight tones and grew; rising swiftly through the registery of sound. Climbing higher until it was more or less a rumbling from the beast's throat. The very shadows seemed to tremble as the beast known as " Tullie " swung her head in the direction of the assumed form of Ninette. The doted upon princess of the shadows, lept up to her paws and made a quick mad dash; flowing in and out of the ebony strands as the figure of Ninette looked in the direction of her Master. The creature of the Primal Darkness was notoriou the_diabolique_harlequin (10:57:45 PM): being extremely protective; one might say she was jealous. The instinct of being territorial became like a wildfire through the mass of shadows that had been a formless shape at one point in time. But the Diabolique Harlequin had given her sentient-life of her own. A well carved and scultped intelligence had been instilled; forged were the chains of loyalty. Forgotten were what remained of the Bishop. Her belly was full. Her jet-black eyes reflected the glow of a single ruby shard. A split formed within her features and she bared her stained teeth; her maw still dripping with blood; still wet with gore. The fur rippled down between her shoulder blades; standing up, prickling in defiance. As she slipped around and brushed up along her side, leaning into the back of his l the_diabolique_harlequin (10:57:59 PM): He held no regards toward the spoken words that had befallen from the chaotic Harlequin. To one that cared not for any others; it was more of an irritation. The words were identified; but in his more preoccupied state of mind; they simply bled from one to another; running into a stream of jumbled sounds. There was a beginning; a middle; and then the end. That is where and when he seemed to take notice. Half in and out of his own thoughts. A light shrug of his broad shoulders was his only response, and then his attention was grifted and pulled away from Chaotique and it lounged within and outside this state of reality. Upon some other plane or existence. Though again, he was jolted from his own thoughts. Just as before. his attention was separated. That tiny fracture of the_diabolique_harlequin (10:58:17 PM): His divded attention was soon snapped back into reality. At the first notion of something pressing up against his legs; his eyes were adverted, and he urned his head slowly and gazed down upon the large dark animal; and then back over his shoulder toward the sound and raspy voice of the newly arrived Harlequin. Chaotique and now this one; his eyes drew high and within his mind, he could only think that it was becoming quite crowded within the interior of this human place of worship. This did not bode well. Not well at all. And then he came to notice the aggitation that was rising out of the beast. Something had stirred the fierce predatorial instincts, and his gaze was once again torn away from the younger of the Harlequins and then...No...not here. Not now. <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (10:58:43 PM): His features took on a sudden mask. The pale flesh which had been once pliable and easily molded with a simple expression; had now hardened. It became like a solid slab of marble. His sneer was replaced by a straight line. His eyes were like wet stones; polished by a flowing stream, worn with age and experience; yet dark and almost to the point that they were black. A single strand of his ebony hair fell across his face and was allowed to hang loose more so towards his right ear, which was slightly exposed; pointed near its tip. But the Diabolique Harlequin was not so easily misguided, nor fooled. It would take more than an assumed shape to get the best of him. He made no sudden movements, and simply pivotted upon his left heel, his head followed and his body languidly w the_diabolique_harlequin (10:58:57 PM): followed the gesture, and he showed his back. The shards eminated with a powerful surge; and he felt it within each and every fiber; within each and every cell. From one to another it seemed to multiply and gain strength as it moved through his blood, or what passed for blood. It fed the anger. The hatred, darkness and despair. The air seemed to thicken. There was that hint of slight suffocation, as the darkness moved inward; slowly coiling like a venomous viper, lapping up and out of the temple; extracting upon the different sources available. He said nothing. The large cat growled a response. His fingers slid through her fur, gently petting; feeling the softness of the pelt underneath each individual digit. The creatures in the shadows had fallen silent, <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (10:59:11 PM): as the figure that was masquerading as the mayor spoke. As it reached out and made to grab the shape of Ninette's arm. His eyes shifted from one side to another; and then the figure had flung the form without even lifting a hand or batting an eye. His gaze turned and followed, as it was tossed about and slamed up against a pillar not far yonder. The sceams were like music. Like a choir. Until the held and assume form seemingly melted away and the monkey was revealed. This brought a tickle upon the inside, to see such an event transpire against such a loathesome creature. But in this; common sense played a very delicate role. He knew now, this was not Ninette. It never would be; though he cared not, as it was displayed in the way his demeanor had changed. <E>
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Post by No Way Out Tali on Jan 24, 2008 15:40:46 GMT 8
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (11:22:49 PM): Pinned up against the piller, several feet above the floor, Sangui began to fade in strength; what a foolish thing to do, to go up against the Muse. He couldn't help himself, the moment he saw her form into one of those retched harlequins; his anger spiked, and that Diabolique one, being around him was like being around filth, oh how he hated that one and his damn cat! Yes that damn cat, how could she have given the bishop over to that worthless damnable cat! It was no wonder he had stepped over the bounds in the human form. He was a storm upon himself when he made his way to the =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (11:23:02 PM): Muse. Sure they did not interfer with today's affair but they still appeared and Sangui blamed it all on the Diabolique one and that day he had changed through death. They knew nothing of the destruction that the Muse has rented over the ages of this mortal world. Even now they still do not comprehend Le désabusé Esprit, Acrimonie. But he does, he understood everything and now he is losing everything. The strength waning, his life withering, he was just a twitching body upon the piller awaiting his very core to be destroyed. However, he still held anger and it fell upon that which it is towards, The Diabolique Harlequin=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (11:23:14 PM): and that cat. If only he had time to rain upon that man his anger but alas, the Muse was taking that time away. Suddenly the pain let up and his weaken body fell to the floor with an audible thump. Eyes closed he twitched for a while then fell still. The Raven, whom had been occupied with the weak Harlequin, had turn its attention to the altercation between the Muse and Sangui. It cawed once and took flight not knowing what to do; unlike the Muse, the Raven grew attached to Sangui but was afraid to make a silent plea to the Muse. There was nothing, Nothing, it could do. The Muse had not been paying any attention to the others, =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (11:24:50 PM): she was as still as the piller that the monkey had been pinned against, eyes of molten lava, irises swirling like the sun's surface, were all for the monkey whom had been a campanion since the time she was released from her prison. She was now destroying him until..." Play with your pets later.. "... he spoke, the one called Chaotique. It was enough to distracted her. Still within the form of Ninette, she no longer held the essence of that harlequin; she was now just the Muse with in the form of Magnifique Harlequin. The Muse released Sangui, watched as the blade pierced the marbled =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (11:26:55 PM): floor, unamused she looked away, as is the manner of the Muse, and walked over to Sangui. She crouched down to pick him up, within her hands she turned to him to face her and with what strength is left in Sangui he mutters, "I will kill him..." She knew who Him is, and she turned her gaze to that Man, Diabolique Le Diable.=e=
chaotique_harlequin (12:06:19 AM): Those slender pale lips shifted back into a straight line, that smirk of his fading for that moment as the Muse responded to his words. Seeing out of the corner of his eyes as that writhing monkeys body fall from the pillar as it was released from The Muse's grasp, that small form crashing upon the marble. His emeralds shimmered and he could now feel the presence of The Muse as she turned away with an unamused appearence, but if she was amused or not did not matter to him at all. He simply watched her as she continued to wear that skin that did not belong to her, his finger remained near his lips and he once more allowed his tongue to dart out against it gathering the black that bubbled to the surface.<C>< chaotique_harlequin (12:06:20 AM): Once that wound closed his hand swiftly dropped grasping the handle of that blage that he had cast into the marble, swiftly with very little effort her pulled the blade from the stone. Giving it a twirl he would then allow it to break down, gradualy its hardend appearence started to shift and it would break apart into a black smog before it seeped back into the sleeve of his coat. His shining emeralds folloed as the Mused disguised as Ninette moved toward the small form of the monkey, lifting him and then turning him to face her. He couldn't help but once again smirking at the small critters words, clearly the tiny beast held a great deal of hatred toward Diabolique. He let out a inward chuckle and his firs chaotique_harlequin (12:06:29 AM): He simply let out a silent sigh, his body leaning back against the wooden bench. Gradualy his left arm lifted and his elbow rested upon the top of the wooden bench his hand reaching toward a book of worship that was on a shelf ont he back of it, he would then bring it infront of him almost ignoring the scene infront of him as he would thumb through it. A chuckle would slip through his thin apple lips, his head shaking from side to side. Those raven and green mixed tresses sway from side to side, he would snap the book shut and he tossed the book up into the air. a greenish mist billowing out of the same sleeve and it would cover the book melting it with a sizzle, nothining would hit the ground as he spok chaotique_harlequin (12:07:25 AM): His attention drifting back to the angry monkey and the Muse, he wuld shake his head slowly before speaking out now completely his earlier thoughts before he was side tracked " Go put it in a cage with a banana.. " His gaze narrowed upon the beast as he would wait with an amused look on his face, he wanted to get under the creatures skin. He wanted the small creature to fuem and get upset, he simply waited for the little beasts and even the muse's reaction.<E>
the_diabolique_harlequin (12:29:59 AM): Now that got his attention..." I will kill him." For the time being, the Diabolique Harlequin had been withdrawn; backtracked within the escape of his own thoughts, but those four simple and expessed words had been enough to shattered the barriers around his mind. With the force of a siege weapon; each word were like a battering ram; destroying the fortifications, and the darkness sensed the terrible pressure that was building up behind those and down deep inside each chamber. Such hatred. The Diabolique Harlequin knew just how powerful an equalizer that human-esque emotion could be. It was one of only two that seemed to still inflict him. The rest had been driven out. He was cold on the inside as well as his exterior. The animal-like creature at his side growled loudly. <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (12:30:43 AM): Her ears twitched and they were laid flat and low against and along the top of her skull. Through their shared connection; he was well aware of how the muscles bunched and coiled beneath the pseudo-flesh of the assumed shape the darkness had aquired. He could feel the rise in tension between her instinct to kill; and her instinct to protect. " Easy," he said in a timed whisper. At the moment in which had betrayed the time she was ready to strike; to pounce; his hand pushed down against the scruff of her neck, his fingers curling and with a gentle pressure, his grasp wasn't strong at all, but the strength of his will that protruded from his countenance, was enough to halt the creature, as she sank down into a crouch, then, pushing back up with her front legs. She made a sound, <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (12:30:45 AM): something of a low mrowl. It was clear that an open echo of communication was passing between the shadowy beast and that of her Master. The Diabolique Harlequin lifted his head and his eyes followed a growing stain of darkness from just beneath his feet, as it branched out in all direction, like subtle creeping vines and insinuated itself within the surrounding shadows and environment. They gracefully fell upon the form of Ninette ( that was not Ninette ), but that of the Muse. Clever-and-tricksome, this one was. He was half-tempted to release his hold upon Tullie. It would have been so easy. And then his attention turned at the sound of the chuckle. His black eyes slashed through the atmosphere toward Chaotique. Tullie responded, and she fought to get free, but she was held <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (12:31:05 AM): steadfast by the Diabolique. He would allow this small infracture to pass without incident. Even though this was a free ticket; it did not mean that next time, he would be so merciful. The chuckle was passed and pushed from his mind, and his fingers stroked through the cat's fur, easing her mind. His focus was on the - monkey - again. If the little beast wanted him so badly; then here was its chance! Right here and now. He was almost estatic and yet knowing the foul-mouthed little nuts was in no condition to fight...his hand pulled back, and Tullie sprang from where she stood. Running, quickening her pace. Claws unsheathed. Her roar was like thunder through the interior. Seconds became eternity and just when it looked as if the beast would aquire another feast, the Diabolique <C the_diabolique_harlequin (12:31:30 AM): Harlequin parted his lips, and spoke in a unique and terrifying voice. The timbre was strong even though it had been nothing more than a mere whisper; yet each spoken word, or what could have been described as words, seemed to carry their own weight, their own strength. Though it was completely unrecognized. A form of tongue that was born of the Darkness; that darkness which has existed before Life had been given the chance to grow. Before there was Light. It could not be comprehended, nor understood. It cracked like the lash of a whip, and just as soon as Tullie was within range, she pounced, the words caught hold, and she dropped, turned and skulked back in the direction she had came. Slinking back toward her Master, her head lowered, as if a child scolded. <E>
illusionary_harlequin (1:08:15 AM): As the sitting being laughed, the jester turned the cold masque to the being. He didn't understand why this creature would laugh...but before he could ask questions, the familiar voices echoed the taunting laughter. The young Jester simply froze. Thousands of voices, each one laughing and taunting him. Slowly, the jester's vision began to fade...as though he were looking through a fog. The form of the seated creature began to distort, warping and shifting. Turning his masque to the other two beings within the church, the effect only worsened. As though he were looking though a fogged window, the jester's vison began to blur more and more. He lifted one of his gloved hands to his face, shaking it slowly. The motion was a large blur, and suddenly, a crack appeard. (c) illusionary_harlequin (1:08:17 AM): It creaked and grew, spreading throughout his field of vison. He lifted his gaze to the tall figure before him, watching as everything seemed to crack and shatter. Then, as though the Jester was being drug backwards through a tunnel, his vison started to grow black. The church and the beings within it began to spiral in the opposite direction that the jester was headed. It was almost as thoough he were looking from the back of his skull, at his eyes, looking at the church. As the taunts and laughter grew to a ear shattering pitch, the Jester was left in darkness. His vision failed him and he was lost in an abyssal darkness. The posture of the Jester never changed within the church, He was left standing, supporting hiself upon the pew. Within the darkness, though, (c) illusionary_harlequin (1:08:17 AM): the jester tried to pierce the dark veil that seemed to be placed over him. The voices soon became a dull, constant noise that he slowly drowned out. He fell to his knees, holding his hands out in front of him, though he could not see anything but black. Placing his gloved hands upon the cold porcelain of the mask, he coulden't even see them. His breathing quicked to a feverish pace. He panted, causing his dried lungs to burn and ache, as though each breath he took in were a torrent of razors within his lungs. Be linked his orange orbs repeatedly, but to no avail. Suddenly, there was a new voice, though it was dull as the others at first, it soon peirced his ears. ""Do you want to die?"" He repeated the words to himself. "Do I want to die...". The voice spoke again, (C) illusionary_harlequin (1:08:30 AM): ""Do you want to die?"" The jester turned his head, though he couldn't see anything. The voice seemed to be all around him, though he could not place it. He han never heard this voice before...Was this part of the darkness? ""Of course you want to die."" That voice! It broke though his barrior much like the females voice. Suddenly, it began to manifest. The voice... he could now place it to a body. Before the Jester, stood a small, black duck. The red eyes within the skull of the duck peered deeply at the Jester. ""Of course you want to die. Answer the question. Tell her your answer."" "But...I don't want to die..." The jester placed his face within his hands, shaking his head. "I'm not going to die. I don't want to die." The small duck waddled closer to the Jester. (c) illusionary_harlequin (1:08:55 AM): ""You want to die. And you are going to tell her this. Now, tell her you want to die."" The female voice asked again. ""Do you want to die?"" There was no emotion behind the question, it was cold, and sent a chill down to the darkened soul of the Jester. "Y-yes..." His voice broke, almost into a sob. "Yes...I want...to..." The jester's voice failed him before he could finish the answer, throwing the duck into a rage. ""ANSWER HER! TELL HER YOU WANT TO DIE!!" The red eyes of the black duck flared as his temper grew. He tried to speak again, but the words seemed to come out of his mouth and fall to the darkness. (e)
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Post by Talis Great Escape on Jan 24, 2008 16:07:01 GMT 8
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:45:12 AM): He was alive, that is all the Raven could comprehend at the moment, all it could notice; Sangui is still alive, if it weren't for that harlequin to distract the Muse, the monkey Sangui would cease to exist. Not just die but to be totally destroyed. The Raven kept silent in its elation, not wanting to draw attention as it circle above with in the darkness of the high ceilings. Another realization came that the trio had lingered longer than usual after such an event as this town had endured. The bishop was a waste of time since the Muse gave it over to the cat, truly the Raven did not understand that, it wasn't as if the cat were her's. However, =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:45:25 AM): the Raven wasn't there the first time the Muse met the Diabolique Harlequin, and had not seen the interest the Muse had for the feline. The bird pushed the puzzling thought aside as it paid attention the Muse walking over to Sangui the monkey, crouch to pick the critter up and hold it by the scruff of his neck and within the palm of her hand, the Raven heard the words despite it being mutter and being so high up. Another onset of worry overcame the Raven, its interest with the weak and troubled harlequin was forgotten as the bird swooped lower in watching the muse turn her gaze to the Diabolique one,=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:45:38 AM): would she kill him now, not the harlequin but Sangui? Was the Muse in favor for that Harlequin? The Raven wondered if it was time to plead to The Muse, but this thought was disturbed by a chuckle from the Chaotique Harlequin. The Raven heard his words and suddenly became very angry. The bird didn't think much of the harlequins, unlike the monkey who held such hatred, it didn't really care if they exsited or not, but to hear that man speak so disrepectful of Sangui just did not sit will with this aves and it move the Raven to action. They knew no time, no space none of the physics that this world was bound to. =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:45:49 AM): As the Chaotique one's attention would be on the Muse and the monkey, the raven to the distraction as a chance to attack. One moment it was gliding the next moment it would be in the face of the Chaotique one but not as a crow but as a large bird of prey. It didn't actually fly down to the Chaotique Harlequin but pretty much appear before the face of the person, claws would be slashing and beak would be pecking. The Chaotique one may have been expecting the monkey to attack but the attack from the Aves would have been a complete surprise. It would have used its powers but the permission of the Muse was needed and the Muse was occupied. =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:46:02 AM): The Muse herself was still looking at The Diabolique Harlequin, noting his reaction to the monkey's words, strangely she found this amusing being that the monkey was practically as limp as a rag doll in her hands. More interestingly enough she like the reaction of the feline, now that her business with this town is done she noticed the cat more than the three Harlequins; oh how protective and defensive it got. The Muse found it quite adorable. Like before, within the private domain of the Diabolique Harlequin, she watched the cat even as it charge for the attack. The Muse merely stood and held out the monkey by his scruff hold,=c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:48:00 AM): though when the Diabolique began to speak a form of tongue born of the Darkness, she was surprise that he knew such a thing at the same time pleased. As his cat stopped and turn to return to the master the Muse spoke one last time to the Diabolique one; it was time for her to leave, "You and I..." her voice in the voice of the one called Ninette, "Will meet again." The Muse then cradled the monkey in her arms, not in a loving manner, just a way to hold it. The Muse then looked to the Chaotique, notincing what the raven was doing. If any of his words had bothered the Muse it didn't show but the Muse noticed that it =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (1:48:17 AM): certianly had bother the Raven. Without words the Muse somehow relaied to the Raven that it was time to go. As is her way, rather than just disappearing, she decided to walk among the carnage that lay outside, making her way down the center aisle to leave through the main entrance. =e=
chaotique_harlequin (2:15:20 AM): Chaotique sat there upon the bench, his emeralds gleaming as he glanced toward the Muse and the monkey with in her grasp. out of the corner of his eyes he could he could see the reaction of the feline as it looked as if it wanted to kill the little beast as it mention killing Diabolique. It was all rather amusing, infact it caused him to chuckle out. While he sat there it could have clearly seemed like he was very much relaxed and didn't have his guard up, that wasent the case at all. Small particals of his smog fromt he moments of his enertrence into the chruch had been fillin the area and drifint off of his person, with every move and action disturbing the air that the particles were floating with in he c chaotique_harlequin (2:15:21 AM): Even if those movements were of that of a small creature, like a monkey or bird. That bird floating over head, surely he would not expect that bird to attack him. That is not true though, he did not trust any one present with int he church. Not the Muse or her pets, and not Diabolique or the younger harlequin that he had yet to meet. He had not dropped his guard and he suspected anything from any one of them, it wouldn't suprize him. Infact as the bird vanished from his previous position it was known to the chaotique one instantly. A green mist forming around his left hand upont he surface of his skin almost like a trasparent glove, and as his hand remained outstretched from flinging the book he would just chaotique_harlequin (2:15:21 AM): He wasent exactly sure if the bird was going to attack him, but he was making sure he was ready if it had planned to. Thin pale lips curling upward in a twisted smirk as that bird, though larger then before, appear infront of him. Instantly disturbing the air and those smog like particals, his left hand snaping back coming back toward the bird from behind. As the bird moved to make its scratchign and pecking attack onto his flawless features, the strong left hand closed upon the neck of the bird. If some out side force doesn't prevet his actions, or the bird it self doesn't reconize and flee. Strong digits would clasp upon the birds neck, and with a vice like grip and the acidic propurties of the green mist chaotique_harlequin (2:15:21 AM): His fingers would instantly start to melt through feathers and flesh, his grasp would close of the oxygen and the blood to the tiny pea brain. And eventualy the body and the head woudl fall in two seperate pieces before the winged beast even layed a beak or talon upon his pale flesh, that twisted smirk remained and those emeralds flashed even brighter longing to see this take place.<E>
the_diabolique_harlequin (2:24:17 AM): The Diabolique Harlequin cared even less upon the actions of the Raven; even though his attention was focused upon the Muse in the guise of the Harlequin Ninette, his ever present sense of awareness monitored all that moved within the immediate surroundings. He watched as the Muse held the monkey out for the taking; as Tullie shrank back and then brushed up against his left side, in a very childlike manner. In a way it was an apology and a way of determining the mood of her Master. His eyes looked down upon her black form; he nodded and jerked his head in a simple direction and smiled. Tullie knew she was not in too much trouble and stepped with a mouch livier bounce, and loped off in the directions of the shadows, where she immediately melded and faded from sight; becoming one with <C the_diabolique_harlequin (2:24:53 AM): the shadows abound. As for the Diabolique Harlequin; he took a single elegant step to the side, bowing as the Muse came down the center aisle; where even now he stood. He drew his arm across just beneath his sternum, bowing lightly at the waist. The action had brought his dark hair to rush forward, spilling like so much ebony blood; framing his otherwise pale face, and hiding and obscuring even his eyes, though they could be seen now and again, at irregular intervals of movement. His composure returned. His demeanor was suave. " I look forward to it, with great anticipation," he said, his tongue lingering upon each and every word. The compulsion split the air with great enthusiasm. His curiosity was at the core of the matter. " But one minor important request..." <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:24:55 AM): The Diabolique Harlequin spoke with a play of boldness. " Perhaps a different attire might not be such a bad idea, no?" The only indication, would be his eyes, as they took a quick but slowly taken tour over the physical manifestation of the form in which the Muse had taken. And taken well, he would add, in thought. There was nothing more to say past the point of his observation. Other than that he hoped the Muse might humor him upon their next visitation with such a simple request. And with the Muse to make her exit; so to, he found no more reason to exist within these desecrated walls. This now hollow shell of a place of worship. It was tainted. Used. No good. The Diabolique Halrlequin took a single step and then another. His heels were sharp against the marble surface. <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:25:24 AM): Click-clack. Click-clack; was the sound they made as he walked gingerly down the center of the aisle, only moments behind the Muse. Though where as she would walk through the plague of madness and ruination; the Diabolique Harlequin, would instead; begin to become opaque. Little by little the more defined appearance would become less and more of a featureless shadow. The color of his attire draining away, merging, as the darkness spread with little intervention. Slowly a first, coiling upwards, wrapping about his ankles and crawling up his legs. The myriad of eyes in the shadows began to blink out, pair by pair. Whispers and snickers. Claws that scrape dissolve back into the deeper recesses. His own thrown shadow lengthened with each stride of his legs. Reaching out and <C> the_diabolique_harlequin (2:25:51 AM): embedding; until it was interconnected with the Darkness. His form began to sink, as if walking out through a pool of dark water held within his very shadow. Little by little; until he was swallowed up and literally became the shadow on the floor. His presence was all but removed. Yet his essence; the shadows faded, but it still remained, until the shadows resumed their natural state of being in a somewhat lightless environment. The Diabolique Harlequin felt nothing. No a shred od trust nor relations as he sank into the great abyss; down into the pits beneath the Primal Darkness. Into the vast lair of where the Primordials slept. Their voices were broken into several pieces that spoke as one, but clearly each layer was distinct; down in the blackness of their tombs. <E>
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Post by One and Only Tali The Muse on Jan 24, 2008 16:14:32 GMT 8
illusionary_harlequin (2:40:51 AM): The motions around the young jester disturbed the darkness in which he was traped. The small duck realized this and decided that it was best to halt his plans and let the poor creature have his mind back. Slowly withdrawing back into the darkness, his voice once again became just that...A voice. He now had a body for the voice...and if there was a body...there had to be a name. He held his arm aloft, trying to speak, though his throat seemed to be filled with the darkness that swallowed his entire being. He grasped as his neck, still reaching for the waddling duck. He wanted to ask, wanted to know what the name of the voice was, but before he could force the words, the duck had vanished. And as simple as that, the veil was lifted, the young jester again found light. (c) illusionary_harlequin (2:40:53 AM): He noticed that the two beings standing before him had left...What happened? Had he missed it? He turned his pale masque to see the seated one...choking a bird? He spun quickly, only to see the tallest sinking into the ground, and the other leaving the church. All his searching...It was in vain. Fate had taken off its glove and slapped him in the face. As he watched the last bit of the tallest sink into the ground, he felt sick to his stomach. He had so many questions...questions, that would now go unanswered untill the ruby he carried flared once more, yerning to be united with the shard the other had. He clutched his fingers, gloved digits cracking and breaking wood beneath his palm. He let a soft growl escape from behind the mask, drawing it out into a hallow hiss as he too, (c) illusionary_harlequin (2:41:13 AM): turned and headed down the asle of the church. Fate, it seemed, didn't want those two to meet just yet, though the Jester wanted nothing more than to know who he was. His mind trailed back to the seated one, choking the bird. He knew this was also a sibling, but there was no raw power eminating from this one. The Jester saw no point in wasting his time. He would find that one again. As he drew close to the door, the jester removed the hat he wore on his head, and curled his arm close to his chest. He extended the arm, letting the hat fly to the right of him. As he did this, he forced his left hand into his pocket and out the bottom of the hat to grab his right. Pulling his arm out of the pocket, forced his body into the hat. The jester's gloved digits grabbed the brim of the (c) illusionary_harlequin (2:41:26 AM): hat as they passed, folding it into itself and vanishing. (e)
harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:17:10 AM):The Raven was no ordinaty bird, it existed just a little longer than the Muse itself and it would take more than the mere tricks of a harlequin to destroy it. The aves cared not for the little particals all it cared was that this harlequin was disrespectful, if only he knew what forces he were dealing with. The fact that the Aves was merely attacking him with talons and beak shows what little regards this creatured had for this harlequin and his power. Even as it is grabbed from behind and made to burn with acid, the Aves let it happen; the bird of prey's flesh melted and feathers fell but at the same time the flesh and feathers remained. Only =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:17:23 AM): when the bird felt the Muse did it stop with it's assult, and pulled away with ease despite being grasped, showing what little to no damage did it sustain. After all, how can one destroy that of darkness when the one does not possess the enemy's power. There was no way for that harlequin to hurt the Aves with out that ally. Reverting to the crow's body it followed after the Muse with but a single glance at the weaker Harlequin, later, maybe later the raven would seek that one out. =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:17:44 AM): The Muse considered the request made upon her, would she really oblige this harlequin his request? Should she meet with him in a more pleasant attire than this one which incurs his anger? Amusing it was, never in all her exist within Darkness has she ever given into anyone's request but here she is considering it as she walked pass the doors, down the pathway pass the bodies. Would she?...Amidst the ruins of the town she walked as the form she held melted away. Should she?....The stories would arises from survives of this godforsaken day, stories of demons and monsters. Will she even remember?...The stories of the crazies would turn this =c= harlequins_acrimonious_muse (3:19:16 AM): place to a haunted legend just like others many before it had become. Nearing the edge of town she simply disappeared...Where now will the Muse appear next? =e=
chaotique_harlequin (3:40:00 AM): Chaotique held that wretched bird with in the grasp of his left hand, the acidic mist that gloved his hand melted the flesh and the feathers of that creature. His twisted smirk remained and his emeralds shined as the Muse wuld move toward the exit, no doubt summoning the bird to make an exit as well. He could even feel the bird moving to pull away from him, he just tightend his grip in that moment refusing to let go as it pulled. He would not allow the bird to slip away as easily as it thought it could, howwever after a moment of griping tightly he would finally release the birl allowing it to catch up with the Muse. <C> chaotique_harlequin (3:40:00 AM): He would smirk more and slowly drop his hand to the side, his finger pushing into the bench and he would melt a symble of chaos into it. As The muse left the church and then the town taking her foul creatures with her, he would only chuckle at the events that took place this evening. Gradualy that chuckled shifted into a slightly sinister laugh, he just leaned back and relaxed there looking around the now empty church. His head tilting to the side, his emeralds looking around as he looked more then amused " What fun.. " he uttered out to himself, with a wave of his hand smog billowed from his coat sleeve and formed into blade slamming intot he door of the churc pushing in close. <C> chaotique_harlequin (3:40:03 AM): His form remained seated as the door creaked and slammed shut, he would just cackle out once more before his body esurrounded in dark smog, and with a explosion of his form the smog drifted into the air and back out throught the damaged bell tower. His form returning to its solid state upon the roof of the church as he looked out to the chaotic remains of the town," I guess I shouldn't waste all of this fun.. " He then lept from the roof toward the ground, and off he went to toy with those that remained.<E>
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