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❥ Marina stood in confusion over the surge of Elites that entered the castle. Everything was happening so fast. Darren, Crestatia, and Arius were trapped underground. Ambrose disappeared into the clouds. Her chances at saving Harley and Theo were slipping away. The castle was crumbling, and now there were these people here that were acting as if they were so much better than the rest of the Valen present. This was absurd. Her blue eyes bounced back and forth from face to face. They were a bunch of meat heads, plain and simple.

⦇ Fortunate for you then, Miss Anna May, that one of our very own - in the Elite Guard of Fairwyn - can assist you.⦈

Anna May?

Marina turned to see Annalynne red in the face. Was Enny's real name Anna May? Why would she change it? Anna May and Annalynne were so similar. Annalynne hadn't always been a Valen, had she? Their arguing stopped and Casden's eyes began roaming over her plans for the game. It felt invasive and wrong. As soon as the horned - man set them down, she snatched them up and hugged them close to her chest. This creep did not deserve the right to look at her game. She already disliked him, but he did manage to become their way out. Whatever his Elite Guard did, was enough to permit them to leave the castle.

With every step towards the door, it was like another stab to the chest. What was she supposed to do now? How could she help Harley and Theodore without creating the gameboard? She was starting to panic. Her legs trembled as she clutched the map to her chest. This was it. Others were already walking out of the Hall of Games. Her shot was up. She could only introduce them as her pawns if she was the Coordinator. The bell said, Time is Up. She was not going to get a second chance, was she?

They were being ushered out the door and she noticed the mousy one -- Rosaline -- pacing in circles. She sighed heavily and grabbed the girl by her arm. ⦇ We are going.⦈ she told her.

The Guards that escorted them out brought the group of Valen to their city Fairwyn. It was close, so they could stay up to date on what was happening at the castle. Marina had more than a few questions for Crestatia, so sticking around was at the top of the priority list for her.

⦇ I hear ... Fairwyn has bars that rival my own. Let's loosen up and talk things over drinks, won't you say?⦈ Sangria, figures.

She sighed

Marina followed the group to the bar, but refrained from getting any sort of drink. She did not understand how Valen could get drunk in the first place. The required no sleep or food. Their bodies did not work the same as humans, so why would they feel the effects of intoxication? It did not matter. She sat down at a small table, seating herself as far away from Sangria as possible, and folded up the map. The rules and deck of cards were set down on top. Marina set her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands. She really hoped not to be bothered by Sangria. She could not take any more of the drunken idiot for one day. That was the only bright side to her game being cancelled, she would not have to spend a prolonged period of time cramped up in one room with her

She lifted her chin and blue eyes landed on Annalynne. She was no Crestatia, but there were questions for that woman to answer as well. Marina sat up straight, locking eyes with the Witch. She licked her lips and waved her hand. ⦇ Annalynne.⦈ Her expression was unwavering. She wanted the Witch to sit with her. They needed to talk.♕​

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OOCXXXSETTINGXXXTARGETSXXXINTERESTS

SHE WAS ... INTERESTED. Surely nothing good could come from a trap door in a magical castle, but it called to her. Crestatia had an affinity for darkness, and the unknown, and she was not going to let Darren and Arius go alone. Of course this also proved as an excuse to evade Annalynne. It had been ... annoying ... when she ended up in her group, and Crestatia's ears had been ringing too badly for her to find the energy to shoo her away right off the bat.

It did not matter now.

Darren, Arius and her quickly found the entrance to the trap door and descended down. She crinkled her nose in disgust. The smell was putrid. Immediately, she felt the urge to retreat back into the room above them, but without a second wasted the door slammed shut and one weak attempt at teleporting above it later, she confirmed that they were trapped.

At the bottom of the cellar, low light candles lit a dark and narrow tunnel. The walls and floor were covered in dirt and grime, and she had to hold the skirt of her gown up to avoid soaking her colorful frills in the muck. They passed mostly empty prison cells. Most of the floors were decorated with prison garbs and Crestatia clicked her tongue, listening to the sound echo eerily around them.

It was not so bad down here, excluding the smell and the filth.

The castle shifted above them, sending dust sprinkling down into their hair and onto their clothes. She closed her eyes, suppressing the urge to flinch. This was necessary. There had to be a reason they were trapped down here.

❝No need to panic,❞ she reminded her party calmly.

In her head, she scanned over Darren and Arius' abilities, wondering if either of them had anything particularly useful. Crestatia herself wished she had more valuable abilities, but she had never truly considered herself dependent on her powers. She used people. What gifts belonged to them would eventually belong to her if she played her cards right.

They continued on for a bit of time before reaching an old wooden door. It opened with the push of her heel, and they walked into a small chamber. There was a plate of bread with a cup of water, some chains against the far south wall, and a bed - that happened to be ablaze. What most caught her interest was the window against the east wall. It was barred, but rusted.

She could hear the sound of crashing waves, and the smell of seawater tickled at her nose. Somehow, they were in a tower above one of the aquatic realms inhabited mostly by mermen. What a strange castle ... As far as she knew, there was no way from the outside of the castle to get here just by walking.

❝Can anyone break those?❞

They all exchanged looks.

Darren stepped forward with a sigh and held his hands up, attempting a sonic boom that was - frankly - pathetic, but it seemed to do a bit of damage. The bars bent, and one even fell away. Arius stepped up then, alerting them that he was going to use his material teleportation to spawn something useful. His 'useful' thing ended up being a hammer and Crestatia gave him a look before remembering the idiotic properties of this castle and taking the hammer from him.

❝Boost me, please.❞

Darren and Arius [ a tad more stubbornly ] both complied, and she could not refrain from smirking a bit at the situation as she ground her grime covered heels into their palms and went to work with beating the bars away. One by one, they fell into the ocean below. Now it was the matter of climbing out.

She stuck her head out and breathed in the salty air, closing her eyes to relish in the moment. It was much better than the stuffy room behind her. She wiggled a bit, attempting to push herself out, but the skirt of her gown was preventing her from getting through. Unfortunately, the power of the castle continued to suppress her abilities, otherwise she would just teleport away at this point.

Clearly irritated, she pushed back inside and stepped down.

❝Just a moment,❞ she murmured, staring longingly down at the elegant skirt of violet. Eventually resolving to detach herself from the fabric, she reached underneath to grip the wire hoopskirt and tear it away. Her dress deflated to fit her form better, but she shook her head in disapproval, severely disgusted with herself. This time, with less courtesy, ❝Up again.❞

She was hoisted and pulled herself out of the window, sliding through and tumbling down the side of the tower.

God, it felt good to be out of that castle!! She could feel the power flowing back into her as she fell through the salt sprinkled air. Just before falling into the icy waters below, she willed herself to teleport to the nearby shore. Honestly, she wanted to go home and get changed, but she felt obligated to make sure the other two Valen made it out safely. Strangely enough, she could not see the tower from the shore. Nothing but a thickening of clouds above the ocean ...

Hmm ...

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He watched as Crestatia fell through the sky, vanished into the misty, spraying water below them and vanish. Part of him hoped she was gone for good. After all, the only thing she did was stand on them to escape first. But he tried to let it go, for the simple fact that she was able to leave. It meant he was able to leave. Finally, he could escape thei foreboding of this place. He gave Arius a smile, grabbed Mimi's doll before forgetting and cast one more disdainful glance at the death and flame smelling room before squeezing his way out the window.

Where he promptly began to tumble towards the sea. He had many options, but none were viable till be left the pull power weakening castle. Once he did, he righted his body with minimal effort, horizontally flat like a pancake. Free falling was something you learned to control quick when you jump at super speeds or leap off a ramp, and suddenly you're airborne. His energy was surging back as he focused his acceleration on his body. With his energy restored and finally unrestricted, he enjoyed his free fall until he deaccelerated himself, and put himself feet first, when his feet lightly brushed the surface of the saltwater, he was gone. A sonic boom and a line of churrned water the only sign he was there.

Seconds later, he hit a sandy shore and briefly wondered where he was, he turned his back, expecting an Arius while noticing with a tinge of dread that a thick cover, blocked the tower he'd fallen from, from view. Had he not dashed in a straight line? Preposterous. He frowned as he poked Mimi's doll gently, contact was made, now that he was far from the tower. Darren relayed the events that transpired in the tower to Mimi, or her teddy friend, or whoever heard the messages the dollz received. He glanced about the shore and found a familiar face. Crestatia. A quick assessment showed she was waiting. On them? No way. That would be a selfless act. Darren narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but reverted back to neutral as he approached her side across the sandy shore.

He couldn't help but ask, "You waiting for something?"

 

There was a nagging feeling that made Asterion wish to punch the hell out of the guards that so arrogantly appeared before them, but Asterion remained calm and merely said not a word as he followed the others off out of the castle. It was dissapointing to see that the game had not begun, but at the same time Asterion was grateful that the game had not started and that they were stuck playing it while the madness occurred.

Just what was the cause for all this? He began to ponder on as he sat on a table along and rubbed his temples. Was it true that god had finally given up waiting on them? It was true that the game of the players was not even close so Asterion could imagine that god had finally lost his patience. That was the main thing that ran over his mind but there were others as well.

Surely coming to this town did not mean they were safe, if god was impatient then he would be after them no matter what location. Just what exactly did god wish for them to do? end the game now? were they to find a way to find a winner as fast as possible? there was no way they would merely choose a winner democratically and actually deciding on something mean everybody had to be competent and be able to work together.

Asterion's eyes closed and the male valen let out a sigh as he thought back to the castle and the things that were found out by the others. There were beings in there...beings that had either vanished, perished or flat out left the castle. Just who were these people? It had seemed the tower was used as a prison of some sort, it explained why one of them would wish to get out, but even so the reason that note was left was unnerving. Adding to the fire was the fact that the Fairwyn elite guards had now decided to take part in an investigation of the castle. Were they a part of this occurrence? or maybe they were hiding things...clues that they could have found.

 

Wearing - Mood: Neutral - Music - OOC
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After Anthea described to her what was going on, Sienna decided to go to the same window to see for herself. Indeed, there were at least 20 valens shuffling their way inside the castle, But for what? she thought, then she noticed a figure falling down and said, "Is that.... Crestatia?"

Anthea looked a little closer and replied, "I suppose that is her."

The two watched her until she vanished, she may be gone for good, Sienna smiled a bit, that's great.

After she vanished, she turned to her "sister" and said, "we should leave, Anthea."

Anthea gave her an odd look, "But where would we go?"

"Maybe you could look into the minds of the other Valens and see what they're doing."

"Sienna, my power is telepathy, not mind-reading."

"But what about your Clairvoyance?"

Anthea sighed, "I have to be near a Valen in order to do that."

"Can you at least try to use it?" You can find a Valen and do it."

"Fine, but we have to leave the Foyer."

"Whatever you must do," and Sienna followed Anthea out of the room.

 

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♋ T H E x A V A R I C E x D A E M O N ♋

♋ location: shore near hall of games ♋ mood: (`へ´*)ノ ♋ theme: give it to me ♋
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God, these people were so fucking annoying. All of them, conceited assholes who needed to be knocked down a peg or two. If Valens weren't... you know, immortal, he would gladly do away with all of them, keeping their possessions of course. He'd rest happily in his land of Epithymía [ επιθυμία ] knowing that he had everything to himself; no one to interrupt or disrupt him, just him and his belongings. Truly, he felt deep feelings of disgust and hate towards each and every last one of them, flaunting their powers and "brilliant" ideas.

It made him sick.

Behind their backs, the daemon would shoot them looks of detest and pure revulsion. Sometimes, if he felt bold enough, he would even express his distaste outwardly towards them. He hoped that they would relish in the fact that he even paid half a mind to them publicly. Alas, the other immortals were too full of themselves to see the excellence that was Arius. But regardless, the Valen still had to act amicable towards them. He never knew when he'd need an ally. Not that he wouldn't back stab them afterwards, but still...

The whole ordeal with Marina's shitty gameboard introduction and the mysterious bell was irritating. However, he would admit, that the bell's imprinted TIME IS UP was quite unsettling. Arius was well aware of the millennium time limit God sent for them, but he didn't realize it had come so quickly. He didn't seem to mind as much as the others though; it was finally the time for him to claim Godhood for himself. The very thought made him smirk devilishly.

That was in the past though, he had to focus on the now: getting out of this goddamn dungeon. It was murky, dirty, and... there was even a bed on fire. Absolutely disgusting. He loathed having to even walk on decaying floor. But unfortunately the situation he was in was less than favorable. Why did he even follow these two fools in the first place? Fucking dumbass Darren and his shitty ideas. Arius couldn't help but feel upset with himself as well, for allowing himself to get into such an uncomfortable and filthy circumstance.

"Can anyone break those?"

The Valen's violent eyes peered at Crestatia distastefully. No shit, genius. He grunted as Darren approached the bars and produced a pathetically insignificant sonic boom, if it could even be called that. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself before replacing Darren the bars and summoned... a hammer?!

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

He sighed, slightly embarrassed, as Crestatia flashed him a look, then proceeded to snatch the hammer from him.

"Boost me, please."

This was a fucking joke, right? This bitch couldn't be serious. Unfortunately for him, she obviously was when she practically forced Arius to cup his hands. Her grimy heels dug into his palms; he knew that she was enjoying it. He groaned as the female Valen, after a moment of sightseeing[ ? ], shifted her weight back onto their hands and returned to the dungeon floor. She proceeded to remove a metal skirt looking thing from under her dress [ that's what kept it so poofy? ], causing the once voluminous dress to deflate and conform to her body.

"Up again."

Once more, her grubby heels into their palms as she lifted herself out of the room and out the window. Darren followed, taking the plunge as Crestatia previously had. At long last, it was Arius' turn. He finally got to leave this fucking disgusting hovel and this fucked up castle all together. Gripping the exposed window's rim tightly, the Valen climbed out of the dungeon and began to free fall. It caught him by surprise most definitely, as did the icy-looking water below. Quickly, he summoned a plush-seated, luxury motorboat that appeared below him instantly. He fell onto it, cushioning his fall while also sparing him from getting soaked. He was half-tempted though, to cleanse himself of all the filth he experienced just moments prior. In the far distance, he could barely make out what seemed like a shore. Eagerly, he flicked on the motor and began to boat to his destination.

Upon arrival, Arius could make out two figures. Oh great, those two were still around. Granted, there was nowhere else to really go, but he still did not enjoy their company in the slightest. Sluggishly he approached the two, condescendingly asking aloud, "Quite the adventure, huh?"

 

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I, Gotterdammerung, have to admit that if I bore the capacity of neural development that the immortals possessed at the moment, then I would be in the possession of a dire headache. Not simply from the Blazing Victory tavern that we had found ourselves in, with its obnoxious clientele cheering loudly at the video-vision screens over the blood sport they displayed for games since these immortals were immortal, and the very presence of us outsiders by the other ends of the bar being extremely bothersome and unconventional from how I, Gotterdammerung, noticed the stares of the few Guards and Landsknechts in patronage to this establishment gazing at us out of the corner of their eyes, but perhaps it was through my Mimi-mistress that this very sense of uncomfortable nervousness would be present. If I, Gotterdammerung, could feel it, of course.

Unfortunately, we were to stay here for a while. I stayed by my Mimi-mistress, through which I felt a slight emanation from glum attitude. Oddly for herself, indeed. I, Gotterdammerung, noticed how here she seemed to wish to sit closer to the others, but primarily because she was intent on contacting the others who were still stuck in the castle, to their unfortunate degree. I, Gotterdammerung, noticed that most of the time she simply strained to hear. It came in broken chunks, and her face contorted, she puffed her cheeks, lowered her brow in concentration, looking particularly at nothing but deeply attempting to understand the words that the speedy immortal relayed to her. I, Gotterdammerung, mused that it would be tough work with the amount of delay and white noise that the negation effects of the crumbling castle provided.

Eventually, I noticed that my Mimi-mistress appeared to have an expression similar to blissful satisfaction on her face, and through my connection I felt like expressing something similar to laughter, if I, Gotterdammerung, knew how to laugh. She promptly relayed to me the information that the immortals had gathered in their time.

I paced back and forth by my mistress. What did this all mean? At times, I, Gotterdammerung, would look to her, but that small smile on her face revealed little. I, Gotterdammerung, queried my mistress on how we would be able to inform the others in the bar with this obnoxious noise and music. My Mimi-mistress, the greatest and kindest of all mistresses, simply led me near the table of the immortal who was once the Coordinator; however, she did not stray close enough to get the Coordinator's attention. I was very curious, or as curious as my construction would allow me to be.

I, Gotterdammerung, noticed here that the location of the table was approximately in the center of the bar. The music was very loud here, but my Mimi-mistress stood close to the table and asked me to keep quiet.

So I, Gotterdammerung, being the most loyal of all servants, complied.

... The dungeon party is safe.
They are out of the castle.
By water and a beach.

My mistress blocked out all noise, and whispered something to herself. It was the explanation, and it was short enough to reach the ears of the relevant immortals in the area, cutting through the music, reaching their heads, almost like whispering directly in their ears through air. My mistress enjoyed bending the strings of speech when needed be. Of course, the radius of this reduced exponentially each few meters, and I, Gotterdammerung, would be lying if I did not say that the relevant Players at the very end of the bar would hear an incomprehensible whisper come to my mistress. But as she stood there, quietly talking to herself, I, Gotterdammerung, simply hoped that they would react.

For the disappointment of this separation ran deep within the heart of my Mimi-mistress.
But at the same time, it was thick-set and grounded, as if it had existed for as long as I had known her.



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"I hear ... Fairwyn has bars that rival my own. Let's loosen up and talk things over drinks, won't you say?"

Considering that it was Sangria who'd spoken, Gale could understand why it was important to her who's bar was better. Since they didn't have anything better to do and with the Elite Guard hanging around heading back into the castle probably wasn't going to happen. So he just followed behind everyone else as they left for Fairwyn

Upon walking into the bar, the first thing that stuck out to him was the music that was being played. He had no idea if this was standard music for a bar, though he doubted that was the case. Meh, no amount of complaining would change it so he decided to suck it up. Looking for someplace to sit Gale spotted Marina sitting seemingly by herself at a nearby table. He gave it a quick moments thought before deciding to sit there.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked, taking a seat on the other side of the the table.​

 

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[/url]⚜ o k a y, Morgiana was super powerful Valen, too! She didn't need something so stupid like supervision, as that dumb, pompous squad leader had put it, saddling her with the "older" Valen as they left the Hall { yeah, they could actually do that during a game – she was shocked, too! }.

So that was how "underage" Morgiana the Magnificent Mirage ended up in a bar in the godforsaken, dummy-land of Fairwyn.

Sangria had insisted she have a drink, but she knew better and she sat, pouty, with her arms crossed, glaring at the drink and hoping that it would explode. However!, since they were out of the castle, their powers had returned in full, and Morgiana was able to make the drink into something way more acceptable – and that was her favorite of all the human confections: cream soda. The color and fuzz of the drink had all remained the same, but now she was downing deliciously sweet and fizzy cream soda.

❴ This completely bites! ❵ Morji complained loudly over the rambunctious crowd of the bar. ❴ What are we even supposed to do now? ❵ she then asked to no one in particular. She thought about the Valen that had disappeared while they were in the castle and wondered what even happen to them. It was a mysterious place, so really, anything.

❴ Now I just wanna go home . . . ❵ she pouted, and then dropped her head onto the bar, feeling her eyelids grow heavy. She missed her bed.​

S L E E P I N E S S ; ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜

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Prism wasn't an idiot who was just following the entire group with no idea what was going on, he just chose not to dwell on it. It still sat there, at the back of his mind, eating away at his curiosity because it caught his interest. This was already proving to be a very interesting day.

He wasn't entirely sure if he had bothered to learn about this place called Fairwyn. All he knew was the scene was... entertaining enough. When they had entered the bar, he was looking around at all the colorful characters, in the bar. Apparently, just doing so was rude, as it warrented for a man to walk right up to Prism and grab the collar of his shirt and say, "Whatreya lookin at whitey."

Prism held up his hands in apology before he felt himself yanked forward, "What, canyaspeak or areya a dumbfuck?" Prism let out a quick breath and he loosened the man's hand from his collar and spoke, "I apologize for offending you." But just as Prism was about to back away he felt the man's fist in his face and felt himself pushed to the floor as he tried to get out of there.
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“There’s a fine line between support and stalking
and let’s all stay on the right side of that.”- Joss Whedon
Wearing - Mood: Slightly agitated - Music - OOC
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When Anthea and Sienna reached the bottom of the castle, the first thing they saw were some valens leaving.

"Well," Sienna started, "Do your clairvoyance!"

"Sienna," she replied tensely, "First off, I am not within four feet of any of those Valens, which I need to be in order to use my power; and second, we're still on the castle grounds, which severely limits my powers."

"Then, we'll follow them, and then you can do your clairvoyance when you're far enough."

"Fine," Anthea said, and followed the Valens.

Damn, she thought, Sienna is annoying at times, but she's never like this. What's up with her? It's like...

"Anthea!" She was interrupted by Sienna, "You can do your clairvoyance now! =)"

Anthea sighed, and focused on a valen (she didn't know it's name, though), then closed her eyes and concentrated.

She couldn't gain much information, but she did get "....Fairwyn."

"Anthea, are you okay?" Sienna asked.

Anthea shook her head, "I'm fine, Sienna."

"So, what did you hear?"

"I think they're going to Fairwyn."

"Fairwyn?" Sienna was a bit shocked and disgusted, at least to Anthea, "You mean the region with those over-sexualized women and the stupidly large buildings, and the stockpiles of alcohol and weaponry?"

"I guess so, Sienna. Though I don't know why instead of anywhere else, they want to go to Fairwyn."

"Let's follow them anyway, we could get some good information about what the hell's going on over there, and I might forget how much I hate that region after a few drinks."

Anthea was a bit confused at her "sister's" answer, but she went along with it, "Alright then."

 

☾ Mood: Annoyed ☾ Location: Hall of Games ☾ Theme: ☾ Clothes: ☾


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Rosaline heard some of the others were going to Fairwyn. She had read about the place before, or at least heard about it. Not ready to be left her all by herself, she headed out, making sure she wasn't left behind.

Rosaline walked into the bar. She had never been in a bar before. She had never been on this side of the Valen world before. She had never even been this far away from home before. She walked in, and she didn't know what she was going to expect. She looked around, trying to find any of the others she knew. She tripped over something, and hit the wall hard. Now she couldn't see. She felt on the floor for her glasses, hoping that no one would notice her looking for them in the corner.

She finally got them and put them back on her face. Though they were dented, it was much better then nothing. She walked around some more, and realized she was totally not dressed for this bar. Rosaline looked around to see the game coordinator, sitting with another one of the Valens. She wasn't quite sure if she should join them or not. She didn't want to interrupt. She then heard a loud crash, and saw that Prism was on the floor. That was the Valen that could shape shift. She was going to make a B-line over to him, wanting to ask about his powers, but there was a rather big man that had pushed him. She bravely walked over. "Excuse me sir, if you're done beating up my friend, I'd like to borrow him." She told him, trying to act as innocent and cute as possible. Rosaline bent down next to Prism. "Hey, you ok?" She asked him. "I was the person who was bugging you earlier. Remember?"

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And so they were all kicked out of the castle and forced to leave. After so much work he did to even try and make it to the game he was sorely disappointment he was unable to beat everybody so they could have a sexy party, but he merely prepped himself for when the game would start again. He had nothing better to other than to head over to where the others were. His mother and father were at the bar so why not go see them? Opening the doors to the bar and flexed his muscles

"TESTOSTER-.............LIL BUDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Magnus yelled as he suddenly rushed forward and jumped in the air upon seeing the bigger man punch the little valen. With a flying kick Magnus flew through the air and had his foot collide with the idiot that dared to attack the vallen he called lil buddy...despite only knowing him just because of the game. Upon sheer contact the assaulter went flying backwards and crashed into a wall. He didn't care that the conflict was being resolved, he was getting pumped.
"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Magnus cried out like a wild beast as his muscles grew. As he roared in victory, a whole bunch of valen began to surround him and crack their knuckles, clearly oozing ill intent. Seeing this Magnus grined and it began. "TESTOSTEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE" he cried.

Asterion's eye twitched as he watched what happened next. Magnus litterally took a drunkard by the legs and swung the guy around like a sword...having fairwyn valen fly all over the place as he swung the poor drunkard around. "What...the...fuck..." Asterion muttered as he facepalmed.

 

[/url]So the whole castle thing had resolved itself quite nicely, Johnis had to admit. Well, despite the whole being dragged to Fairwyn thing. He normally didn't dislike people, but these guys were just...ughhh. They were just all about flaunting how better they were then everyone else, and he couldn't stand people who acted like they were bigger than butter...well that was probably a lot of people. Especially a Valen who could make butter. Was there a point to this train of thought? Probably not...Oh right! Johnis disliked the people of Fairwyn as a whole. Despite this...he didn't have anything against their establishments.

The bar was quite a nice place to chill out, max, and relax no matter what land you were in and Fairwyn was no exception to this rule. He casually stood by and drank while he heard news about the group who were locked in the castle from the bear, puppet, girl, person. Well that was good to hear. The drink of that was being swallowed at the moment was none other than a skittles vodka. Probably because it had been a favorite of one of his past pawns, he had grown a strong liking to it. Meanwhile, while he wasn't drinking the rainbow beverage, he was instead smoking a stick of celery he had grown on the way in. By negatively accelerating the plants life, it kept regrowing at an equal pace to how fast it was burning out. Ah, plant magic was truly great.

Anyway, the big brute of the group, Magnus, then did a rampaging testosterone induced attack at some random bar going Valen. He could only see promising things from this, as more Valen swarmed the guy. While normally Johnis would love to jump in on the fun, he didn't want to get in Magnus's way. The man was like a starving animal on a path to its food right now, and standing in the way of him would probably end up in, albeit inconsequential, bruises.

 

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INTOXICATION
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"Hun."
"Wha' d'ye wan' fur th' lass time?!"
Sangria sipped her drink and looked calmly at the bartender.
"Fairwyn has terrible taste in music."
"Aye! An ye' think yer any better!"
Sangria giggled. The bartender slammed the glass he was wiping hard on the bar counter.
"Wha's tha' s'pposed ta mean, ye bloody strumpet?!"
"You never answered my question. ❤"
"Yer quesshin!" He grumbled, holding a vodka-stained palm to his head, keeling over closer to her. "I ain't wannan' answer 'em quesshins when yer puttin' this much pressure ta me!"
Sangria absentmindedly hummed a song through the ridiculous music, stirring her finger in the glass of brandy.
"Mmm ... the fact that you're the one whose been talking things in circles is evident of how far I'm getting with this business proposition, don'tcha think?" She took her finger out of the glass and touched her bottom lip gently. It was strong, yet very bitter.
"Your product here is ... inadequate."
The bartender breathed heavily. "YER FREAKIN' NOGGIN'S ON TAE BRAMBLE WI' STANKERIN'--" Sangria shushed him, and the bartender was suddenly released from his incessant headache.

"Wha--" His breaths were shallow and quick, as if he finished swimming a mile. "What-- wh-- did--"
"Shhhh. ❤" Sangria
She felt a wisp of wind move past her hair, but she paid no attention to it. Sangria took another sip of her glass and closed her eyes.

"Morji, my dear ..." Her voice was solemn, but she moved a silent hand to stroke the head of the quick-tempered little immortal next to her. "Let me show you how we do business with these boys. ❤"
She drank the rest of the brandy in her glass, and reached over the counter to grab a pitcher of water. Ah, this will do. She poured some water into the empty glass, held it to the dim light of the bar, swirled it around a bit, and snapped her fingers. The water instantly turned a bright, sparkling chartreuse. Sangria placed the concoction down on the bar counter, in the direct view of the bartender.
Mmm ... Sangria held her tongue out and tasted the air.
She hovered her finger over the drink for a brief moment, before releasing it.

"Try. ❤"
The bartender shakily moved up from his chair. He spat something about how the lady was a witch, but Sangria was too fixated with a malevolent smile to pay any attention.
He grabbed the glass in a shaky hand and brought it to his lips.
Ah.
Sangria looked to Morji with a smile and a wink.
The bartender's eyes widened. His hand shook violently, and drops of liquid spilled out from the edge of his mouth. He let out an uncharacteristic squeak and felt his chest tighten, his body convulse, his heart and lungs collapse into his stomach for a split second as he seemed to see the soundwaves within the air itself. He slammed the drink down violently, cracking the glass and leaking the contents upon the counter, and he shut his eyes.

"A--Aaaah ... aaah ... ❤" The bartender groaned in the pleasure that flowed through his blood, but it was mixed with the bitter tinge of burning pain through his throat.
Sangria smiled coyly.
Another one down. How easy these fools where.
"Well then," She looked nonchalantly at her nails. "How did you enjoy the sensation of experiencing what the world actually feels like, hun? ❤ Allow me to dampen the effect, just a bit." She pointed her index finger at the bartender, mouthed a "pew", and numbed his senses with her powers.

"Now ... this particular absinthe would do very well here, and as I said before, the products of Kantharos are one of a kind. Do you understand now, dear? Why my alcohol cannot be compared in all of Aether? Why all you fools indulge in it because not even immortals can escape the pleasure? Not even immortals wish to always be honest with themselves?" Sangria stood up, her work accomplished. The bartender attempted to mouth something in reply but the entire ordeal left him tired and defen--ACK

INTOXICATION
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A meatloaf of a Fairwyn Valen, dressed in the attire of a Landsknecht without a shirt, came sailing through the air, smashing into the bar counter and sending much of its contents flying. The bartender rolled over beneath the counter and Sangria quickly grabbed Morji to keep her safe. What was this idiocy? This ridiculous bar filled with fools, philistines, uncouth individuals who needed some ... taming. Taming. ❤

Sangria growled at the idiot who ruined everything on the table. She looked around to see where it was all coming from, and saw--
Was that--

"M--Magnus?"
She facepalmed.

Looking for her drink and picking up the ... shards of glass? No, she couldn't. Sangria walked behind the counter and stole a glass.
"Get up, you buffoon." She kicked the bartender who was on the ground, straight in the groin, but with her sensory dampening from before, he would feel only a simple wince at best. "What kind of establishment owner are you if you can't even protect your goods from ruffians?--"

"FUCK MAN"
Sangria looked up.
The huge Fairwyn Valen was sitting on a broken section of the bar covered in tattered clothes, the music blasting, his silvery black locks tinged with sweat.

"Hey, big boy."
The Valen turned.
"Can you keep it quiet for a bit?"
"YO MAN **** OFF. DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. YOU *******S COME STORMING IN HERE AND ****IN' THAT GUY --" He points to Magnus. "STARTS TOSSIN' MAH BOYS THIS WAY AND THA--FUCK"
Another Valen came sailing through the air and collided directly with his face. Both Valens were sent flying backward behind the bar counter. Sangria quickly kicked the bartender out of the way, but in the midst of it, a tower of shot glasses on the side fell directly on top of her.

INTOXICATION
[ x x x x ]​

Uguguhghguguuuuugh this was fucking ridiculous.
She lifted herself up from off the field of broken glass and tried to climb over the bar, straightening her fiery locks.
Where the hell did that idiot go--

Another Valen, this time dressed in a half-ripped white t-shirt, sailed through the air. Sangria tried to follow the path of his landing, only to wince at that idiot dufflebag smashing directly into poor Marina's table, breaking it in half.
She would have giggled, if not for the fact that Fairwyn's world famous bar was a pathetic excuse of a riot. She bit the bottom of her lip, dulling the sensation of pain she felt in the cuts on her hands and arms after landing in the broken glass, and walked over to the only other imbecile who could control the fool.

"Dear."
Sangria sat directly in front of Asterion, a stern expression on her face.
"Do you think you could control the big baby there?"
"He's ... disturbing my business time. And our information session. I always knew these fools were pretentious, but I never thought of them as savages as well, huh, Asterion?"

She grabbed one of the misplaced glasses left by some other buffoon who had his backside kicked on the table, snapped her fingers to change the water molecules in the watered-down cocktail into straight shiraz, and downed it quickly.

INTOXICATION

[ x x x x x x x x ]​

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Asterion was trying his best to ignore the sheer chaos that was occurring in the bar, he really was! but the sheer idiocy that was occurring was just so stupid that it almost shut his mind clean. Eyes closed he just kept his face covered by his palm and tried his best to tune out the voices of the cries of victory and pain. As he sat there however he heard a feminine voice speak to him and he lowered his hand from his face and looked at Sangira with quite the annoyed face "please...don't call me dear..." Asterion said.

Leaning back against his chair he crossed his arms and stared at Sangira before crossing his arms. "and what makes you think I can stop the raging idiot over there...hell what makes you think I care about your little business time" Asterion said mostly grumbling as if in a rant. He let out a sigh before shaking his head. "MAGNUS! TAKE IT OUTSIDE YOU DUMBASS" Asterion yelled.

Upon hearing Asterion's words Magnus immediately stopped swinging around the fairwyn man and glanced over at Asterion "VERY WELL! OUTSIDE IT SHALL BE! WE SHALL BASK IN THE GLORY THAT IS OUTDOORS AND THE SUNLIGHT WILL GLISTEN OFF OUR SWEATY MANLY BODIES" Magnus yelled as he tossed the man he held at the wall, causing the wall to break down and send the man outside.

"DAMN IT MAGNUS USE THE DOOR!" Asterion yelled in sheer anger.

"NO! DOORS ARE FOR PUSSIES" Magnus yelled as he grabbed another fairwyn man and swung him by the leg and tossed him out the wall hole. "♪ LA LA LA LA LA ♪ IM TOSSING OUT MY NEW FRIENDS ♪ WE SHALL FIGHT OUTSIDE WITHOUT AN END ♪ WE WILL BASK OUTSIDE IN THE SUN ♪ AND HAVE LOTS OF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUN ♪" Magnus sang as he continued to toss people out, ignoring the sheer screams of terror.

Asterion's eye twitched once more, but soon enough he closed his eyes "there...I solved it...sort of..." Asterion said rubbing his temples.

 

Prism was saved by someone at around the same time Magnus called him his little buddy and did what... well. Magnuses did best he guessed. Prism sat down and looked at the girl, this was Rosaline last he recalled, and she was bugging him earlier about his powers when he was trying his best to stay in character. And by character he meant reflecting what Sangria was doing. He felt a little distaste wondering whether or not she actually had enjoyed that.

When Rosaline asked if he was okay he gave her a thumbs up and grabbed his bag and opened up to check to see if his mirrors were alright, which they were. Then when she asked if he remembered who she was he simply nodded. He pulled out one of the mirrors and pointed to her and tilted his head questioningly and put a thumbs up to ask if she was okay. Then he lowered his focus to the mirror.

He didn't mind looking like an albino, but he didn't seem to be regaining his real image and it was starting to bug him a little bit. He placed his hands down on the mirror and changed up around the eye, when he blinked, his eye was no longer reddened. It still hurt but at least it wouldn't show a black eye since he changed it up before it happened. Then he modified his hair in the reflection, then he shook his head like a dog and it turned black.

Prism let out a small chuckle and was about to fix the color of his eyes before he looked back over at Rosaline to see if she would answer his question about him being okay. He then stood up from the chair and forgot about changing the color of his eyes and put the mirror in the bag and started looking around. He kind of enjoyed the music, not because it was good but because he found it rather humorous and he started swaying to the beat.​

 

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She brushed herself off, and then smiled. She wasn't sure what he was doing, pointing to the mirror. "You don't speak very much do you?" Rosaline said bluntly. "Hmmm... he's quiet, a little bit too quiet..." She thought. "I mean, I assume that you can but you just choose not too. That does make you very suspicious though. In the game they're going to wonder what's going on in that head of yours. I'm sure you'll prove to be a dangerous opponent with all of your secrets." She winked. "It also makes me much more curious about you then I already am.."

Rosaline's mouth hung as his hair colour changed before her eyes. "Extraordinary..." She smiled. "That's really amazing, how you do that. I'm starting to wonder what else you can do. I know everyone here has a wide verity of powers, but this has to be one of the more complex ones I've seen. I've never seen any other Valen have such powers. But I don't really go out much, so it could be just me. Either way it's an interesting power." She took a breath. "I really can't wait to start the game. It I'll be interesting to see how everyone's powers will help them. It looks like we might have to wait a bit though, since the castle looks like it's not in very good shape. Whatever's going on I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually."

Rosaline realized she had been talking for a really really long time. "I'm so sorry! I talk too much. It's part of my natural curiosity." Rosaline admitted, looking at the floor.

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As the mayhem in the bar happened, Garret just leaned back against the bag counter, downing glass after glass of straight whiskey. Not his usual drink of choice, but then again, he doubted they'd have anything he'd like. After a while, he just ditched the glass and started to drink straight from the bottle. It wasn't like anyone was paying any particular mind to him. He was just standing there, drinking, minding his own business as the others went all aggro on each other. It was quite the entertaining show, to be sure. The best part was definitely when the muscle bound idiot started the whole thing with a drop kick. There is something so amusing about seeing such a roided up ape man flying through the air with all of the grace of a banana.

People flying around, crashing into tables, breaking them in half, it was all loads of fun to watch. "Ooooh, that's gotta smart." He quipped before taking another swig from the whiskey bottle. After finishing the bottle, he tossed it away haphazardly before grabbing another bottle of whatever alcohol was behind the counter. This time, he grabbed a bottle of tequila. After looking at it for a while, he shrugged as he opened the bottle and began to down the alcoholic drink. He sucked down a good amount of it before continuing to watch the chaos.

As he took another swig from his bottle, he heard a familiar boisterous voice shout, "NO! DOORS ARE FOR PUSSIES!" The moment he heard that, he put the tequila down and spit out what was in his mouth, coughing from nearly choking on the spirit. He couldn't help but laugh at that. Such a matter-of-fact statement about something as simple as using doors. Ah, how the simple-minded think.

He grabbed the bottle of tequila again before walking over to Asterion, putting his arm around his shoulder. "That is quite the kid you got there, huh dad?" the scarlet-haired Valen mocked. "Want a drink?" He asked, offering the bottle in his hand. "I got tequila~" Before actually handing it off, he took another gulp of the stuff. "Not as strong as I might want it, but hey, alcohol is alcohol."

 

Prism listened to her continue her ramble while watching the going-ons of the bar. He was getting bored of the music already and decided to just focus the rest of his attention on what she was saying. After a bit though, he lost that attention and was paying attention to the others to see what was going on. Magnus punched a whole through the wall, that seemed... odd. But, he still went along with it.

He finally heard her finish up and he clicked his tongue and spoke, "You aren't the worst talker I have heard." He remembered his eyes weren't changed and he let out a sigh and was about to reach for his mirror in his bag, but decided not to bother with it. It wasn't that big of a deal. He shifted his feet and looked back at her and spoke, "The game is not based on your powers. You're bettering on pawns not your skills. Don't interfere without permission from the Coordinator. 'less you wanna..." he drifted off losing his point and focusing again on the people in the bar. He looked back over at Rosaline for a moment as if he had remembered what he was going to say, but it was completely gone.​