The Grimm Cadet Academy {Remake}

Unable to withhold it a malicious grin soon crept across the face of the devious Legault. Arms crossed, he stood leaned against a nearby pillar in the throne room of the wicked queen. Having been late to the meeting Sylvia called he felt it was best if he merely snuck into the room and just silently listened in to the conversation the conversation. From the discussion it only seemed like he missed only a few details and from what the queen was saying it only seemed like it would be one of the typical boring meeting. The discussion of the Grimm escaping barely caught his attention, but what next was what brought the malicious grin upon his face

A puppet, a little girl who was now his new sister. A mere pawn without a will of her own. The mere possibilities of what he could do with her were near endless. Such pleasure was rare for Legault and he could tell that this was only the beginning. Surely this Nieve would be his favorite pawn.

Soon the meeting was over and Legault merely watched as his two little sisters walked out of the room. “Quite the interesting turn of events, wouldn’t you say mother” Legault said nonchalantly making his presence known. Narrowing his eyes as a sly grin crept on his face, Legault glance over at the queen.

Shuddering in pure excitement, Alastair swiftly tuned his body and faced the minions that survived his multiple slashes. Gripping his sword tightly he leaped forward towards the minion. He proceeded to slash through the flaming attacks and proceeded towards the fire minion. Closing in on the fire minions Alastair’s eyes widened in pure madness as he shielded himself with his left arm and immediately jumped forward while keeping a grip on his sword held in his right hand. At this range they were sure to hit, there was no escape at this range. Had he been in his calm state he would not have done such a maneuver but madness had clouded his judgement. No pain would stop this crazed man, he will jump through the flames and end the minions before him. Whether the attacks of ice hit him or melted from the flames, it was all up to chance

 

Lucifer Bedlam​

Lucifer walked in and sat down, sighing pleasantly as he got to rest. Despite the urgency in the air, Lucifer stretched in his chair, yawning. "May I have some tea?" He asked politely. "It's tea time, and I would hate to late. Punctuality makes tea time sweeter." He said, smiling. His eyes were not fixed to anything in particular, gazing into space and looking upon something beyond the comprehension of normal people. Lucifer cackled madly, as if he had remembered a joke of some sort, clapping his hands. "Yes, I would enjoy to have crumpets with me tea, too." He added.

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Peter Piper Pepper​

Peter stared at the queen with cold eyes, but said nothing. He bowed low, turning and glaring at Evalotte. He didn't like Evalotte being in control with such a magnificent toy, especially when it was a living being who should be doing his bidding. But he kept his temper in check and walked forward, following after his sister. Heading back to his room, Peter decided to sleep. They would have to go at the crack of dawn and appear as two children escaping the Queen's clutches. He, himself, was a good enough actor, but Evalotte... she was royalty. She would have to don something less conspicuous.

 

"Curiosity killed the cat, so am I next?"​

The young girl stared into the distance as she sat at the table. As Rosie placed down her plate, she snapped out of her gaze. She looked up to her."Thank you," she said politely.

Everything seemed like a blur to her. Nightmares, visions, Maribelle, and now, sitting at a table about to indulge in wonderfully prepared food. Everything happened so quickly, she almost forgot it ever happened at all. This tended to happen a lot more often, ever since the nightmares began becoming more vivid. They were the only things that felt like reality, but it was not the one she wanted to live in.

Gracie's body twitched with a jolt when she saw Nikki and the rest return. Oh how it felt to see them again; friends, people who she could trust. She opened her mouth to say something, but saw some of them wounded. Instead she continued to eat quietly, peering up every now and again.​

 

⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

It's- ow careful where you poke!" Nikki hissed under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut as to shake off the urge to jerk away from Rosie's curious doctor fingers. "I-It's stopped. The spreading stopped. My shoulder, right arm, down to my torso- Nn! Feels like painful tingling, like when your foot falls asleep... I can't move my arm." There was one idea that popped into Nikki's mind to the next training lesson that she would do for all the Cadets: How to Treat Wounds Inflicted By Minions. She knew that Rosie had some sort of idea how to heal, at least like a nurse, and Misa too but she ran out of energy too quickly... Nikki knew how to heal also, but she couldn't somehow heal herself. If she could, she would be eating dinner with everyone else right around now.

In the fog of her pain, she could hear Lucifer talking to himself. She groaned, opening her eyes slightly. "Is someone keeping him company?" she asked lowly, knowing that sometimes Lucifer needed a little companionship after something drastic happened. "How's everyone else? Gracie? Re? Mirabelle? Who's not back yet?" Although Nikki was down for the count, she still had to fill in as leader. Sick or not, bleeding or not, she had to keep this little band of outcasts together. She'd been here long enough to know mostly everyone and their weaknesses, strengths, and their needs and wants. She wasn't an all mighty being who knew everything, and she knew that. Everyone had their little surprises on their own.

And then her mind drifted back to the other healer that was with Rosie... Taking in a breath, and shutting her eyes again, Nikki spoke quietly. "Misa... you shoud go eat some dinner with Philip... I'm okay. I'll be fine. You need to recharge yourself..."

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You are late, my son," Queen Sylvia said evenly as she looked over at the boy coming out of the shadows, showing no emotion. "Though the oldest, you are not a shining example to your other siblings." She then made her way over to the throne and sat down, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "Thus, you have missed the opportunity to have control over your new sister. You and Peter are my children, yet you and him must prove to me that you are capable of having control over the youngest. For now, the power will rest on Evalotte's shoulders..." Then Queen Sylvia sat up more in her chair, not feeling like she should punish him. He did come after all and did not interrupt anything at all. She was feeling rather lenient... for now. "What is it that you seek, Legault?"​

 

“hmph though I may not be the greatest example to my siblings in terms of mannerism, but you cannot deny that I have performed my tasks dutifully and effectively” Legault said closing his eyes and let out a sigh “though I shall at least try and be the best big brother I can be for my dear younger siblings” Legault said.

“nonetheless I do have a reason for my lateness” Legault said as he reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper. “The Grimm are usually said to sneak into this town. Now the only reason they would attempt this is if they needed something important like food or supplies” Legault said as a grin came about his face. This grin was one of evil fit for the son of the queen. “What I’ve done is continually examine some of the visits of the Grimm. Yes there were times they slipped through without us knowing and yes I let them go but it was all worth it in the end.” Legault said raising the paper slightly “on here I have written some of the places they usually frequent. There are some places I have missed but nonetheless it is quite the excellent list. Without food or supplies things will become much more difficult for them” Alastair said as he placed the paper in his pocket. “Though we should not rush things. As you know there were two Grimm in town today and I had to do my research.” Legault said and did a little bow to his mother “that is what I wished to report” Legault said

 

"Hush. You know they're all fine and dandy compared to you. Now you said it stopped spreading? But it's also at your torso? Hmm...that's not good...what if it got to your heart?" mumbled Rosie as she stopped her probing for now. Unfortunately, the only method to get rid of poison in a fast way that she knew of seemed slightly barbaric. But...well...I mean if it works, it works..... "All right Nikki," resolved Rosie,"I might have half of a good idea. But I'm not sure if it'll really work. Basically, we'll have to cut and bloodlet some blood to try and get the numbing poison out. Since we don't have any antivenom. And I doubt antivenom would really work. THUS," she concluded,"You'll have to bleed for a bit. I don't think you'll feel much pain at first since, the venom itself seems to act as a local anesthetic. So don't worry. Okay, I'm going to make a cut now," Rosie finished as she found her trusty knife. She disinfected it by burning it with a flame for a time and then proceeded with the cut. Rosie really hoped that that heat wouldn't neutralize the nerve blocking powers of the ice venom. She made a small cut along the wound produced by the icicle. "Misa, I agree with Nikki. If you're tired, go and eat to replenish yourself. I don't think I'll need you for now. Run along now, before Philip hates me forever."

 

OOC: Hey guys, Saxima decided to join after many an epic thing has happened. -_-' I've read most of what has happened, so I've got a general idea of what's going on. For this time though, I'm going to play off of FKB's post, since it's the last one. Just kinda . . . pretend I've been here all of this time and just sleeping or something. c:​

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The only reason she had woken up was because she smelled something wonderful. Rosie made dinner - and Rosie's dinners were always the best. Yawn over-exaggeratedly, Anastasia stretched and ruffled the back of her snow white hair, beginning her way across the room with a slight skip in her step. Hopefully Rosie wouldn't be too mad at her for waking up right at dinner time, but she had been really sleepy from earlier, all that running around in the forest, and then watching some of the other cadets' dreams from a distance while sleeping didn't really help her sort of lack of energy. Still, she was awake and happy to be so. It would be a good rest of the day.

She walked into the room to see Rosie at work on the torso of Nikki. Nikki, wonderful, sweet Nikki looked very beat up, and at the sight of such a sweet person being beat, Anastasia was filled with a righteous rage. And then . . . she saw the blood. With a high-pitched yelp, she cringed away from the sight; she hated blood, loathed it with a passion - it was red, not to mention staining and disgusting, and it reminded her of Eva - I mean . . . the Red Queen. And she did not like the Red Queen [at least that's what she constantly told herself].

Turning on her barefooted heel, she made her way over to the table to sit with Gracie and Maribelle, "Good evening, ladies," she said with a childish smile. They both looked rather worn, and Anastasia immediately guessed that they had just waken up from dreaming not-so-pleasant dreams. But she could only surmise that, as neither of them told her if they ever had nightmares or not, otherwise she would have tried to rid them of the horrid nightmares, "How are you this rather . . . disturbing evening?" she then asked, "Do either of you know what happened to poor Nikki? I would help, but blood . . . I could never be a healer unless it was healing bruises or such . . ."​

 

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"Hmmm?" Evalotte's eyebrow perked, her body twisting to face the blinds again. Instead of the emptiness that should have been there, that girl--that toy--Nieve stood there. She looked pathetic. Had she not been clear? Maybe she should have specified for her to stay in her room. "What a bother. Fine, fine." Her eyes glanced over towards her own bedside, the delicious looking slice of cake still remaining. Completely untouched, beautifully garnished, calling for her. She had waited long enough. The brat could follow her if she wanted. Besides, this could make for nice bonding time.

She made her way over to her luxurious bed, sitting upon the silk and bringing the plate of cake onto her lap. As she brought a spoonful to her red lips, her cold eyes met her 'little sister's. She was glad her mother trusted her enough to give her control over the thing, but this girl was an insult. She couldn't do anything but follow orders, unless the pendant was taken off. She wasn't necessarily sure what Nieve was capable of power-wise. She was sure she would come in handy, this girl--but looking at her reminded her of her real sister. Anastasia. At least she was self-sufficient.

"Come here." You stupid thing. Eva's voice was harder than before, the thought of her sister--the White Queen bringing a bitter taste to her mouth, even with the sugary frosting gracing her tongue. She would have to rest soon, but she might as well have some fun. She snickered, eyes flashing with deviance.

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Mirabelle found she was far too worried to eat, once Nikki and the rest had arrived. Rosie's dinner smelled fantastic, but knowing one of their own had been injured just didn't sit right with her. After a moment of glancing and crinkling her nose, Mirabelle noticed Anastasia. She turned in her seat and sighed softly, running a hand through her blonde locks as she thought of a proper response.

"Good evening...I'm not too certain what's happening, but I'm sure we'll find out shortly." Though her words were confident, her voice was quiet. She was lost somewhat in her thoughts.

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⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

It didn't feel like anything at first... But then Nikki felt the warmness starting to flood back to her fingers, despite bleeding out of the wound that Rosie made with the knife. Her head was starting to feel woozy, but she ignored it as she stared at the wall. Her fingers twitched as the ice venom was beginning to drain out of her blood stream, but it wasn't out all the way just yet.

She sighed out slowly, forcing herself to keep her eyes open. "Thank you, Rosie." She was beginning to doubt herself as a leader at the moment. For one thing, she almost got caught by the Mystic Men and the Minions. For another, she broke one of the rules and didn't use the buddy system. If she would have been captured, things would have gone down hill, Grimm would probably have been discovered, and eh. She didn't want to think too much about it. As soon as she was done being drained of her blood from Vamp Rosie, she was planning to go check on the others as soon as possible. She had to know how all of them were doing.

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Queen Sylvia watched her son with a blank stare, not smiling or frowning. She knew what her reincarnated son was, and she did not wish to toy with him. However, she still had complete control over him. She was secretly impressed with his good works... but she knew he would only share this kind of information with her not just to inform her... "What is it that you desire?" she asked, her voice cold as it echoed in the throne room.​

N i ev e

The cake didn't even phase Nieve as she stood there in front of her "sister" and watched her eat the delicious, perfectly frosted, mouthwatering, soft cake. Although her own stomach was growling, she could not feel hunger in her numbed mind. She didn't even notice the change in attitude as Nieve did as she was told and came forward, ready to do her sister's bidding. After all, she was a puppet without strings, without emotion, without any thought or will on her own. Her spirit was in a deep sleep inside of her, trapped by the pendant's dark powers. What ever she was told to do, she would do it.​

 

Re

The girl watched quietly as the white girl entered the dining room and began conversing with the others. She did not know this girl. Not well at all. This Anastasia girl... She did not sit right with her. Re did not understand her.

She took another piece of bread to nibble on. Was she the only one eating, really? Nikki would be fine. Nikki was always fine. And if Nikki wasn't fine, there was nothing they could do anyway. Why worry about it?

Re shook some straggly blond strands from in from of her face for a better look. Their faces were so sad...​

 

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Anastasia frowned at Mirabelle's reply, but she agreed anyway. Nikki was tough, a capable leader. And besides . . . she owed Nikki a lot; she was the one who convinced the others [well, most of them] to accept her staying with the people of Grimm, even though she was one herself, she was still her mother's daughter . . . The Wicked Queen's daughter, and that wasn't exactly a title she wanted to be carrying about like a sack of potatoes. Speaking of potatoes, she wondered if Rosie made her favorite type of french fries - those were the best. At the thought, she started audibly humming a random tune, thinking potatoes, potatoes, potatoes all the while.

Bobbing her head subtly from side to side, still humming the little tune, she caught sight of a girl staring at her. This girl had two long scars on her face, and her clothes were rather . . . raggedy. Anastasia chewed her food with emphasis, her mouth making big and slow chewing motions as a child would. Her pale gray eyes twinkled with eccentricity and happiness from nowhere as she continued to look at the other girl. What was in the other girl's face? What's her name again? She didn't really know all of the other Cadets, only Rosie and Nikki really. Although a few of the others' names stuck with her, like Mirabelle and Gracie's, she didn't know everyone, and it kinda felt like they really didn't care to know her either. She didn't blame them, of course, Rah, rah! The Wicked Queen's daughter am I! I will eat you all! And she began to swath her finger around with silliness.

She looked back at the scarred girl. What a . . . boring face she wore. And eating at a time like this? Nonsense - Nikki was her leader too. They must all be supportive of the great Nikki! Anastasia decided to talk to this other girl, the scarred one, "Good evening~" she began with a smile on her pale face, "I don't think I know your name. My name is Anastasia~" Please don't associate me with the Wicked Queen . . . Please . . .​

 

Still in his bowing position, Legault closed his eyes and sighed “oh dear mother you wound me. Surely you must know that I only desire for your victory†said raising his head with an obviously fake sympathetic face as he looked at her. This little ruse only lasted as second as he stood up straight and began to chuckle to himself “but no you are not some sympathetic idiot who would believe such a lie†Legault said. Crossing his arms, an amused smile crept across his face as he stood before his mother.

“What I desire? Well what I desire entertainment.†Legault said as he unfolded his arms and calmly glanced down at his left hand. “I am a man of evil. I am one who feels pleasure from what others call unpleasant. Hated, pain, misery, I revel in it†Legault said calmly as he looked up at his mother “and I have you to thank dear mother. As a child…no quite possibly younger I learned up said nature of me. Had I been born in a normal good loving family I would have been quite the empty person but you…your cruel acts, the misery of others. I felt pleasure and so, felt joy†Legault said and closed his eyes with a grin “that is why all I was is despair, I have no interest in your power or throne but all I want is entertainment that will satisfy my evil self†Legault said with glee

“That curse you place on the former grimm, the curse in which they were to suffer a slow and pain death. It failed did it not?†Legault said closing his eyes, his grin growing. “You can say I am the manifestation of said curse. I will bring a slow and painful death to these Grimm†Legault suddenly yelled with great enthusiasm. His eyes widened with glee as his eyes turned snake like

“tsk I let if overcome my rationality and now a problem has occurred†muttered Alastair as the hand that gripped his sword began to slowly stop shaking. Having sliced through the opposing fire minions his “Unbottled Excitement†ability began to stop. Though the minions of fire were taken care of it was not worth it. His left arm was severely burnt and fatigue started to quickly overcome him. Worst of all the nearing ice minions meant that this fight was not over yet. He had managed to get away from the projectiles of the ice minions but that luck would not follow him forever. All this could have been avoided has he kept his sanity.

 

"What th- get out of here!" shouted Rosie in surprise as she turned around and caught sight of some white hair poking in the kitchen doorway. Anastasia of all people should know not to come into the "medical room" which was also the kitchen. Since "medical" could also mean "surgical". Albeit minor surgery now. Rosie's never done a full scale operation before and she hopes never to. Far too complicated and risky for her clumsiness. She turned back to her patient and observed the blood dripping out of the wound on Nikki's back. It was dark. Low in oxygen. Would the venom have anything to do with it? It's a good thing she got here when she could. She might not have survived for much longer if this much blood was deoxygenated in such a large part of the body. she thought narrowing her eyes. Rosie got up and got a small washcloth nearby to clean up the blood dripping down Nikki's back. She wasn't exactly sure when she should sew the wound back up as her priority was to make sure all the venom was gone. Well....leaving some to act as the local anesthetic would be nice...but what if it spreads? Nah better to get it all out. I wonder if there's a way to tell... Wondering about it, Rosie gently placed the back of her hand a little on top of the wound. To her surprise it felt very cold. What the f- it feels as cold as the dead! "Hey Nikki, you still alive?" she asked hesitantly before moving her hand elsewhere to gauge the temperature.

 

Re

She was talking to her? No one talked to her. She didn't want to talk anyway. She settled for staring at her, this Anastasia girl.

Who was she? Well, she could talk at her all she liked, Re supposed. She was all the way over there, unable to touch her, to harm her. Re was fine.​

 

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Eh . . . ?! What a boring reaction . . . Anastasia thought to herself when the other girl didn't reply. It was like she was just talking at her, not talking to her. Sure, Anastasia did that a lot, but it's because she wasn't paying attention - but she was now! The least the other girl could do was say something back to her . . .

"Heeeeey," she tried again, "What's your name?" And she started to move closer to the girl, maybe she could get a reaction out of her that way. Or . . . I could show her one of my ice figurines! Anastasia liked to make little sculptures out of the ice she produced from her body in small amounts, although sometimes she wasn't very good at controlling it because the Wicked Queen never bothered to tutor her to harness her powers properly like she had for the Red Queen. A childish scowl grew on Anastasia's face at the thought of those two people.

She quickly, and slightly over-dramatically, shook the thoughts away and put her hands up towards the girl, who still hadn't said anything. Focusing maybe a little too much, she could feel sprinkles of cold dust being emitted from the palms of her hands. Her cheeks started turning pink and it felt like the room was getting colder, Oh no . . . ! she thought in a panic - she'd tried too hard again, and now it was gonna snow in the room . . . Rosie and Nikki are gonna be so mad . . . She could already feel the light sprinkling of snowflakes on her white hair and pale face. She was getting lightheaded as she could feel her eyes getting heavy . . .

I don't wanna go back to sleep . . . and she slumped over in sleep.​

 

After a short while, Lucifer sat where he was ignoring the events around him as a haze of a dream crossed his eyes. He saw nothing, truly, but his mind saw everything. He began to hear his own brain, hearing it process commands and executions to the numerous parts of his body. His lungs obeyed the words "inhale" and "exhale", his veins complied when his mind commanded his blood to "flow", and even heard the command to his heart "pulse" or "beat". Lucifer heard it all and became more attuned to it, acknowledging it. It was beyond maddening. He began to cackle, his back arching, his eyes wide, and the laughter burst forth fully! He felt the blood pulse in his veins, heard the beating of his own heart, and even heard the many, many echoes of commands operate his entire body.

In the midst of his laughter, Lucifer rose to his feet and flipped over a table, simultaneously kicking the chair out beneath him. The cackling became a long series of feral growls, his eyes wide open. In his eyes, the maelstrom of madness could be seen. "Stop it!" Lucifer cried, swinging his cane around like a sword. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stopitstopitstopitstopitstopit! STOP IT!" He repeated, the cane swishing to and fro. He even went as far as rammed his own body against a wall, slamming his head repeatedly against the surface. Lucifer continued this cycle, and it appeared he would not relent without restraints.

 

Juliet decided to take her friend's advice and go out to get something to eat. She had a feeling that Philip was mad at her, so she walked over there with a strange pain in her stomach. As she reached the main dining area, she grabbed some bread and began nibbling on it. Philip was there, pretending that he didn't spot her at all, although it appeared to hurt both of them to not talk to each other.

"So, how is everyone", Juliet called out.

 

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Eva hesitated, for just a moment. How would her mother feel? Would she approve or disapprove of what she was planning to do? She shook her head. Far too long had she depended on and obsessed over her mother. She would have to grow out of it soon enough, and what better a time than now to start? The first thing she would have to do was test Nieve's memory. Instead of wasting time asking her to sit, Eva moved the cake from her lap and placed it on her bedside before pushing Nieve down onto her bed. She tilted her head, watching the girl stare blankly up at her. She felt a rather disgraceful cackle coming on, but she held it in and snickered instead. How exciting.

Her ruby irises locked onto the pendant around her next and she grinned wide. Her pale fingers reached out to remove it, but instead of coming right off, it zapped her. She yelped and brought her fingers to her lips, glaring hard at the emotionless girl before her. She was tempted to punish her somehow, but she shook her head and calmed herself down. Why wouldn't it come off? She shook her head again and sighed softly, planting herself right next to the girl.

"I don't suppose you know."

She scoffed, resting her elbow on her knee and placing her chin in her palm. What was it the Queen had said? Something about a chant or...something...

"Pendant, pendant, on her neck. Please unlock so I can--um...mess with her."

It took a few more useless tries before she remembered her mother had called it an amulet. She repeated some more useless things before she finally remembered. Her mother had been quiet specific. Evalotte blinked, smiling once she had figured it out. She propped herself up as the irritation left her face. "Dark amulet, unlock." That was definitely it. She watched the light return to the young girls eyes, so she calmed her face herself. For this to work, she was going to have to enter another frame of mind. "Hello...? Do you know how I am?"

She hoped not. Her voice was gentle, frail, but on the inside, she was near hysterical with joy.

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Rosie got up and quickly wetted a cloth before sitting back down to clean up the blood oozing from Nikki's wound. However, she then felt a somewhat familiar chill in the air as well as a great ruckus coupled with a lot of banging from the other side of the kitchen door. Rosie heaved a great sigh as she didn't have to know exactly what was going on in the dining room. She had a rough idea and that's all that counted. "Unfortunately, neither of us can do much about it. We just sent Misa out and she was the last sane person here. Who knows if she'll be able to handle it," she spoke depressedly to Nikki. After pausing for a time, Rosie made an executive decision. "All right, let's get you cleaned up, bandaged, and dressed and go out to stop the madness that's happening out there." She quickly found the nearest artery to the wound and bandaged up the area tightly to try and suppress the bleeding, but not tightly enough to cut off circulation. Then Rosie began to help Nikki dress and clean up the area, disposing of the blood and dirtied bandages and such. She tried her best to clean out the smell of iron as well, but that was a bit trickier. Whatevs. We've got to go out and see what's up with the kiddies. "All right. Let's do this, Nikki," said Rosie with determination. She opened the doors to the kitchen in a dramatic fashion and immediately noted what was going on. It seemed like Misa was ignoring everything that happened. So did Phillip. Anastasia was trying to make friends with the newest addition to the team, Re, and...Lucifer was having one of his fits. She sighed deeply again and rushed over to Lucifer and hugged him from behind deeply. "It's all right, buddy. It's all right. Everything's fine now. Come on...stop hurting yourself. Shhh..." she said gently as she put a hand on his forehead.

 

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Oh bother,†Nikki muttered under her breath as she clutched her shoulder and hobbled over on her sore legs over to Anastasia. She was drained, exhausted, and it seemed like her little team was suddenly falling apart already. She assessed the situation when she got close enough to Anastasia, seeing that Rosie was already working with Lucifer to calm him down.

Sighing out, she let go of her shoulder and ghosted her hand over the white haired girl’s forehead. “You still have a long way to go,†Nikki said softly, smiling just a little. She then looked up at Re and Mirabelle, and nodded. “Hey, howdy, hello. I guess Anastasia was trying to show something to ya?†she asked, looking at Re with a warm smile on her face, despite the commotion going on in the background. “She’s still learning… She’ll be up and about in a few seconds.†Nikki put a hand on the girl’s shoulder and shook her gently. “Wakie, wakie.â€

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As his laughter echoed through the chamber, Queen Sylvia sat on her throne, poised as a frozen statue. Her eyes were not showing anything as she watched her son, carefully mulling over his words, grounding them up into fine powder in her mind. She then folded her hands in her lap, eyeing her son. "You are the eldest and indeed my most powerful... but a list proves me nothing. For I have my unseen eyes watching the kingdom..." She let her gesture to where Krowley usually stood, her lips curling into a cruel, sinister smile. "The child that is in my control and now is in your sister's control is very, very precious to me. Evalotte will use her for her childish ploys, but I trust she will keep her in that prison I have so carefully constructed. You on the other hand, my son, have to prove to be more worthy to have such power over my enemy…†Then growing suddenly tired, Queen Sylvia waved her hand at Legault. “Depart from my presence, I am growing weary. †​

N i ev e

Not only did the light come back in her eyes, but her hair had also changed color… The queen’s spell had faded, but the girl was sorely confused. She was sitting on a bed, but she didn’t see who talked to her as she rubbed her eyes as if she had been sleeping for a very long time. “Mm?†She lowered her hands from her eyes, only to see a girl standing in front of her. She blinked for a moment, eyeing the girl with slight confusion. It seemed like she should know her… but from where? “No,†the girl quietly said as she folded her hands in her lap and sheepishly looked down. She didn’t know anything, or even where she was. Maybe she was just dreaming again and it was time to follow the prompts in the dreams. It was a strange dream though; everything was red around her and so intricate and beautiful. The bed was so soft too… She had no clue what to do with herself though, for she was still nothing but a puppet… even with the pendant unlocked.​