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  1. Soul eater is one of my favorite anime of all time; Stein is the source of all my madman archetypes, Absolutely count me in on this I literally have a scrap book somewhere full of weapon and Meister ideas. I've resurrected and am so pumped, I'm torn between either type so pick your favorite and I'll follow suite cause both are too good
  2. The shift from the searing dessert to the skin biting winds attempting to assault both his body and spirit were a testament to the wintered legacy Shawnee' lands had accrued. The distance of the hut only half a mile more, yet the blizzard continued to blanket blinding white snow. Sikko' footfalls growing more labored as he was forced to kick through tumultuous snowfall. A frigid ten minutes passing before he started to see this hovel in greater detail. A worn exterior of wind stripped wood with an oval shape that betrayed it's initial size. The thickly woven goat fur door standing nearly twelve feet tall as the hut itself nearly doubled that. The thatch that made up the roof seeming to buffer much of the wind and so as Sikko approached this bizarre hut; he was able to adjust his vision. A lantern providing a beacon against the quickly approaching dark, swinging on a hook next to the door itself. Sikko nearly being crushed by the door as it swung open mere inches from his frost bitten form. Heat pouring forth from the interior as though it were a furnace. A massive wolven greeting him with a brusque "I could smell you a mile away, You hairless ding dongs are gonna freeze if your not prepared for shawnee." The wolven a race that existed primarily in the high ice caps of Shawnee; Giant humanoid creatures that used their wolf attributes to survive this harsh environment and even thrive. A primarily selfish people who did not rob nor pillage, but nor did they treat outsiders well. The well being of their tribe always paramount. This wolven stood nearly as tall as the door frame with the pointed ears perched at the top of her head being squished as she stood in the threshold. The giant adorned in a sleeveless breast-plate of black wrought iron and greaves of the same make. Her fur peppered black and grey with swirls of white that curled up her arms and perched at her cheeks. Her muzzle contorted in a cheshire smirk as her potent blue eyes scanned him and his companion over. "Well shit, I can't let your ass freeze out there so come on in." She said, turning around and sweeping her tail so that it cleared the snow from her porch, closing the door when he entered. Warmth started to seep into their bones as though it were a cherished spirit returning to it's body. the interior cozy and staggering in it's scale differenct from many inns and stops he had made elswhere on his journey. A single table with chairs with a pot of fresh stew just put out to cool. A fireplace in the back, crackling with hungry flames as the wolven threw another log on to keep the flames bright. A large singular bed tucked into the corner with a chest and a single shelf for belongings, a small stove with a single cabinet making up the kitchen. a freshly carved rabbit hanging off to the side. A ladder leading to a second floor fused to the wall just to the left of the entry way. "Ever since those black hearted fucks tried to destroy this place, ive been stuck out here in the watchtower...making sure nothing shady goes through this pass. The only thing I get out here are stranded horse hitches freezing their asses off!" She grumbled, sighing as she sat in a chair with a wooden groan, waving an idle hand over to the fireplace "Go sit over there and get yourself warmed up dumb-sicle. Names Rivana." She said with a snort, continuing to stir the stew. "So what the hell are you doing all the way out here anyway? Most people steer clear, mostly now 'cuz of the damned legion shitbags."
  3. Smoke had filled the sky and nearly blotted out the sun overhead as bandits raged in broiling massacre; town's folk suffering at the hands of bloodshed with only their incessant screams to be heard. Their heads being held aloft amidst their very loved one's still vying for escape from this fresh hell that had been released upon them. Heroes of all kinds answered when their senses were assailed with the terror and desperation that clung to the air. Kru'Gorah had felt stunted in their time of transformation; A war machine without war is useless after all. it was only when this plan had come to fruition did he feel that surge of purpose ripple through his very existence. This was what he was made for! He was not allowed to show his presence, least of all his tail...but he would not rest of his laurels at such a chance for pure, untainted carnage. Kru'Gorah disguising himself under the guise of these bandit marauders,and keeping an eye on particular heroes whilst combating the common rabble. Dredge being confronted by two forces that seemed to overestimate their intuition; their was a desire to protect his lord without fail...yet he knew Dredge wasn't helpless in the slightest. His focus instead was on the group of naredowells who were managing to manipulate the earth and cut down their forces with a surprising amount of gunfire. The bandits being dropped atop the very bodies they were creating in a vicious cycle of carnage. He loathed guns, they were a vessel for hollow confidence for in the face of true terror...one's own will was the only worthwhile tool. it appeared he would have to demonstrate such. One of the bandits amidst their line of fire beginning to sprint ahead of the enraged charge, landing ahead of the group and seemingly directly in their line of fire. A bandit dressed in the pelts of a cheetah and adorning a smile that showed far too much teeth. Kru'Gorah could feel the terror in the air and it was almost becoming too intoxicating for him to contain this restraining form. This was going to be quite the delicious challenge for him Vito and Bellicose seeing this strange bandit raise his hand to the sky and with a flourishing bow, cast a tumultuous barrier of sickly orange energy that caused their last volley to ricochet back into their very own firing squad. Corpses now being made at their very feet as the bandit rose to his lowly height of five feet and clicked his heels. The barrier dimishing and being replaced by a sprawl of orange threads that squirmed their way into the bodies the deceased victims. Their bodies beginning to creak and shake as they were lifted onto their blood soaked feet. He did no know who could recognize the curse that plagued his speech so instead...he would just have others speak for him. Women and children beginning to animate with shaky foot steps and wide swings from their arms as their heads rose with dead weight to look at the group of heroes with glassy gazes "You will join us if you do not prostrate yourselves" A boy no older than nine chirped from scarred lips "They let us die" Spoke a woman whose head was held aloft by only a few remaining tendons "Will you bury us under our killers?" Spoke A burly man with his stomach splayed across the cold ground A row of these undead puppets now beginning to march ahead of this charge, absorbing bullet fire and continued to bombard them with whispers of regret, sadness, and despair. The bandit marching behind them with a grin that nearly touched either of his pointed ears. His eyes burning the same orange glow that tethered these poor souls to his will. The tethers beginning to connect with their dead comrades as they too started to sputter and shake, rising from their self inflicted wounds and grabbing at their compatriots with hollow moans. One of these puppets lunging his bayonet forth in attempt to spear the tabaxi. @Rabbit
  4. Shawnee had experienced a fair share of tragedies such a short time as the terrible faction known as the Legion Of Doom had befallen it's frozen landscape, heating it's frozen air with warfare and massacre. The forces being repelled when the neighboring clans were forced to work together against the innumerable odds. The truce among them fracturing as all ice eventually did in Shawnee. The Rime-Wind Clan the strongest voice in their pursuit to unite all clans in Shawnee so that this tragedy does not happen again. A race of wolven giants that used the frozen mountain tops as their home; A hearty people if not prideful in their strength and size. Istravi, their mystic and chief attempting to maintain their truce under the banner of their Kalikotus Festival. A festival where they celebrated The Kristal-Kotus who gifted them their lives and the very snow capped homes they thrived in. Each clan having their own beliefs, yet all worshiped The Frigid Goddess and so It was Istravi' belief that they could hold the festival with promise of a truce; each clan giving their strongest warrior to perform in their harshest tradition; The Trial Of Frostbitten Bones. It was a tradition the other clans could not deny and so both The Urumon Tribe and Hask-Hisk with many other smaller tribes agreeing to hold a collective festival for the clans of Shawnee. A Kalikotus Festival to be remembered. The Clans converging in the frost shocked valley between two vast mountain peaks where the glassy surface of the ocean spanned toward the horizon. A gathering of hundreds of tribesman and women of both human an inhuman races were beginning now as the gargantuan Rime-Winds kept vigil on any infighting that would inadvertently break out. Each tribe having their own encampments that mingled with others as relations were still tense after the bloodshed they had experienced from Dredge's forces. Bonfires and torches beginning to dot the festival landscape and light up the twilight night around them as the twelve foot wolven sat in a formation that created two colossal lines. Their drums beginning to resonate across the festival as Istravi, who was strangely much smaller than her kin, brought her voice soaring above the drums so that they all would hear her. "Hear me! Uromon, Hask-Hisk, survivors of The Legion' devastation, and beyond. We are united here by The Kalikotus Festival under our goddess of a thousand winters. It is by her frigid eye that we are all here, enduring through countless conflicts." Her voice calling to them, stirring their pride and worship. Collective cheers resounding against the steady drum beat now underlying her voice "Through the trial of frostbitten bones, we shall all find common ground and unite under traditions entrusted to us by our ancestors, for those of you who are younglings fresh to our customs may I say welcome to what is hopefully a newfound tradition for future generations to come! The Trial of Frostbitten Bones calls the bravest of souls from our clans and families, to fight a primordial force entrusted to The Rime-Winds by The Goddess ourselves. Our champions shall fight, stripped of all weapons and armor, against the element that has nurtured us and pushed our limits all our lives...You shall face an ancient water elemental with only your training and wits to see you to victory, It is a harsh trial I know, one that has cost me two of my sons...but it is the shawnee way. There can be no held punches when our own home strives to see us frozen, killed, and broken every single day...May this be a festival to remember my brothers and sisters! If we endure together than we shall prosper together!" A vitality surging through the clans as they roared cheers at her stirring words. The festival commencing in full swing now as The Wolven acted as the ever present guard toward unknown forces. Two at either peak overlooking the festival grounds as they kept their eyes peeled with several continuing to roam clans and make sure no disturbances occurred. The trial would soon begin and unbenknownst to Istravi...A new champion would emerge. @TheElementHunter
  5. Absolutely! Forgive my lateness, i finally have my schedule on track and if your still interested I am still pretty excited! You never followed up with any details so I was worried if you had given up on the project or decided a different direction. I can drum up the thread if you like!
  6. It was as though he had fabricated his very own plane of existence, several maids milling around him as they replaced his overcoat with an immaculate suit jacket that gleamed with threads of pure gold laced into it's fabric. It was as though he had adorned his mantle and the staff all bowed as he passed before continuing on with their frantic duties. He figured that it would all be too much for Rain and there was a unsettling nagging inside him that told him this could cause an opposite effect of what he was trying to accomplish. Rain was praising all the staff that assisted in his acclimation and brought such positivity that they could barely believe these two were brothers. It was a nice change of pace and with Rain here it would certainly increase morale. Constantine would have pat himself on the back if he were inclined. The elder brother beckoned for Rain to follow him down a gilded hall with lavished curtains suspended across grand windows that were so clean it was hard to tell where the sill was. "I imagine it will take some time to get used to so I want you to take your time with getting familiar with the manor in acceptable increments. There will likely be wings that you will hardly ever enter, but I don't want it to degrade your health any further" He said, making himself clear with a stalwart gaze that could cut through ice. Such eyes impossible to deny. It felt infinite in it's length due to the depictions of golden dragons swirling around the walls, each in different eras, seeming to swirl around them like far more dangerous vultures. Constantine leading them down this hall and entering through a doorway resembling the agape jaws of a dragon; teeth lining each side of the hall with a snout acting as an intimidating awning overneath their heads. The eyes depicted as a brilliant gold. It was here that he then opened two smaller red doors. A vast bedroom being revealed to Rain that was barren, yet nearly half the size of the atrium. It was fully capable of holding everything he owned with enough space to spare as it had two floors of it's very own with a small set of stairs that led down to a den. Constantine giving him the second largest bedroom this manor had. It was coincidentally a floor below his brother's own. "I trust that this will be acceptable?" He asked for posterity, already knowing the answer A ring came from Constantine's pocket, and Rain saw for a moment his face scrawl into an expression of anger. This was a very important moment for him and he had specifically made sure that he wouldn't be interrupted. It had been nearly three months since he had fired someone and that streak was now likely to end. He flipped open his phone and immediately began to seethe through the receiver before a few concise words from the other end caused his expression to lose it's edge momentarily, putting the phone to his chest and looking at Rain "This is important so I will see you at dinner. Seven sharp. Get acquainted with your new home and ring the chord by the door if you need any assistance from the staff." He said before immediately leaving through the doors. Rain catching a few broken phrases as he continued the conversation "Finally...price?...certainly...buy it out...on my way..." Constantine couldn't believe he was standing before his childhood home, He couldn't believe that they hadn't ever tried to move out of this disgusting neighborhood. They hadn't tried to better themselves...not even once. It made him sick. He could feel unsavory eyes upon him just standing at the rusted gates, but the two security guards on either side of him would keep any ill will in check. He couldn't help but click his teeth in absolute derision as he forced his legs to move forward. A swift knock on the door caused the interior of the decrepit home to scurry and frantically move about. It pleased him to hear them squirm. It would make this all the more gratifying as the door slowly opened and for the first time since he left this wretched place. He and his mother met eyes and hers immediately widened. A myriad of emotions scrawling across her lecherous, bloated features before she called for his father who swung the door open the rest of the way. This was all impromptu due to the timing so all he was able to dress himself in was a double breasted suit with emeralds as buttons and platinum etched down the shoulders and hemming of his pants. It didn't matter as he still could feel the sheer difference in their status now and for the second time that day. He smiled. the smile nearly covering his entire face as his eyes ignited like ominous lights in utter darkness. "Greetings, Peasants. It is my absolute pleasure to inform you that I have bought out this property. I now own this skid mark and by extension...you" He said. His teeth all the brighter as he saw the surprise twist into realization and then horror. "Before those festering lips have a chance to sputter more lies; allow me to be clear. I am....a gracious god" He seethed, almost slathering himself in utter ecstasy over finally vindicating himself after all these years. It had originally been about rain...but much like all things...it wound up being about Constantine in the end. "You will be able to live out your miserable lives here without worry as I am now the owner of this filthy phylactery. The only rule in place as it stands is quite simple. You are too cut all connections with Rain. You will no longer take his money or his kindness. you deserve none of it" He barked swinging the door open the rest of the way as he marched into the home. the two backpedaling in complete shock at the sudden situation. The security standing guard at the door "Tell me...did you ever take him to any hospitals or clinics? Any medical foresight at all? Of course you didn't. So then tell me this...does it bother you in the slightest that he is dying? Don't answer that. Understand that the debts you have accrued under this roof pale in comparison to the ones you've gained from...unsavory sources. If you do not heed my stipulations...this shit hole will be your coffin. Do we have an understanding? Good. Now let us never meet again." He said, not bothering with their attempt at a counter argument as he stepped back outside. He laughed and it surprised him. He hadn't felt this good in ages. that was one loose end taken care of. A point of stress Rain will no longer suffer. The next point of stress was the more difficult one Ursula
  7. Hyphens are always fun to throw in If your looking for that tinkling sound Frac-Ture (adds a fun twist) Frac-tal is a bit far reaching but tbh when it comes to contintent names and the like My hang up is always the naming convention and I do think being called a Fractarrens or even get a celloquialism in there and refer to them as a fracture synomem like splits I'm digging the concept 😉
  8. She was a brilliant creature of destruction that managed in most terrains; the ocean giving her no fault as she launched her surprise attack without restraint; attempting to finish her prey off before he ever got a chance to counter. Her form had been flawless in it's effectiveness as her tendrils enraptured his form and wrenched him into her maw. It was unfortunate. She didn't recognize the creature she was attempting to consume...but he knew her quite well. They had both arrived in The Legion nearly at the same time and he prided himself on his skills of observations. The Djinn absorbing information on the members with twisted curiosity. Break and Nocturna a particular interest. There was wisdom in being wary and with such powerful beings converging under one banner...Wary was all he could be. The Dragoness possessing a wide array of capabilities that surpassed even her own kind. A one on one against her was a dangerous concept for one that didn't have a replenishing source of energy, but Kru'Gorah relished the fights that required to put his life on the line. She was nigh impossible detect, but her attack patterns when it came to her prey rarely changed. She tended to strike first and with intense lethality. The Djinn having seconds to react as he had called her out so intently. The maelstrom of frozen water swirling in a devastating whirlpool around him as he was gnashed in her teeth and slammed into a heavy iceberg; attempting to end the fight before it even started. Kru'Gorah immediately sinking his claws into the soft tissue of her nostrils so that he didn't get flung into the depths. His tail rattling into her vicious jaws and beginning to spiral into her throat; shredding any soft tissue it found and descending farther into her form as he acted as a demonic parasite and latched onto her with abhorrent desire. His maw snapped open and unleashed a hundreds of slithering demonic snake spears assaulting her vision and attempting to slither inbetween her scales and peel them back as he attacked her from the inside and out.
  9. His speed in the depths of the ocean was as unnatural as it was on land; His tail capable of creating strong currents behind him that propelled him without fault. The shape in the distance growing larger and larger as it seemed his quarry was now moving toward him. The water rushing passed Kru'Gorah beginning to boil and bubble as he grew excited. It had grown brave in it's fear. Courage and ignorance fascinatingly similar in their lack of foresight. The Lagiacrus causing the waters to quake and ripple as it barreled forth, aiming for something it unfortunately underestimated due to the size difference. Kru'Gorah seeing it's massive form now as it roared with reckless abandon. It seemed this was a desperate attempt at some sort of survival. His tail firing ahead of him and slamming into the oncoming behemoth; piercing one of it's furious eyes. Kru'Gorah reeling himself in at staggering speed as the deposed king of this ocean soared passed him. Pain causing the beast to lose sight of him and started to unleash a frightening display of electricity that thrummed through the water in attempt to remove the jagged pain from it's eye. The tail unrelenting in it's torment as it burrowed deeper into it's eye socket and caused the water to murk with it's blood. Kru'Gorah swimming underneath it as he tensed his fists and immediately relaxed them causing the spines on his tail to lengthen and grow additional blades, jerking his tail with savage strength now as his tail dug into his eye socket and against his gnashing mouth...sawing into his scaly armor as blood started to pollute the water as though an oil spill had occurred. He howled with absolute delight as he tasted the fear this beast had...It's fear was so lively and intoxicating. The water around Kru'Gorah beginning to boil and steam as the terror feast took hold. He could feel the abhorrent energy flood his system and strengthen his desire for further torture. The tail flaring with life and burrowing deeper into his skull as The Djinn slowly began to split it roughly down the middle. It seemed it's source of fear was another entity that had claimed it's...mate....something...large. A...dragon? Fear something the demon could extract information from and it seemed by the very hells themselves he had been graced with quarry far more valuable. It was running from her...Nocturna He didn't feel anger very often as it was an emotion derived from emotional compromise, but traitors to his lord and king of kings was something that managed to boil his blood. The second stage of his terror feast enrapturing his form now as he roared through the water as he called her out. If this pathetic beast was running from her then she had to be close. His upgraded strength wrenching forth his tail and sending it through the rest of the unfortunate creature with savage devastation. Gore and viscera swirling around him in a miasma of blood as his terror feast grew. The loss of Break was devastating to The Legion and it's strength. She was his most trust servant and she dared betray the order Break died for. The demon's tail swirling around him with increasing speed and causing a whirlpool to form overhead, bloodied by the lagiacrus' remains. The ocean's fauna scattering for miles as his terror feast was so drenched in hatred that he had all but lost himself to it. "YOU DARED BETRAY THE LEGION AND IT'S GLORIOUS CREATOR; INFINITE DESPAIR IS ALL THAT SHALL BE AFFORDED NOCTURNA, YOU TRAITOR"
  10. "Ahh yes, Alderose is not the type I would normally pick as my head butler...but he is the most exceptional applicant I found for the position. He comes from a long line of servants who have been at the sides of many grand kings and marquis alike" He had said curtly "Thanks aren't necessary. I don't want your health to deteriorate any further because of your lack of self care" A minor edge to his voice, knowing full well Rain would give the shirt off his back to those undeserving of such kindness. Constantine's mood tightening as he his eyes cast out his window toward the passing lights of the tunnel; undulating a yellowed glow every several moments or so. He had done some recon on a particularly dangerous target that had found his way into Terrenus. Why was A legion member this far? Hadn't they vanished after those events in Shawnee? He was lucky he had adorned this sensory earring; Any one of those psychopaths were dangerous and it seemed his information gathering had attracted one of the worst of them. He would have to be careful; under any other circumstances he would gladly switch to his night shift and collect the fantastic bounty on this 'Djinn' but he wouldn't risk the life of his brother against such a monster. It seemed he wasn't as good at hiding such nerves as he'd like as his brother's own nervous habits kicked in at the prospect of upsetting him in some way. "I'm just anxious; your the only one that has ever stayed at my home unpaid" He said; it wasn't a complete lie at least. The tunnel soon behind them as they drove across the darkened pavement; Rain eventually seeing a growing shape in the distance. Constantine turning off the main thoroughfare; A gate marked with 'CP' opening before them with fencing that seemed to span for miles; taking the elongated driveway up to a massive manor. Constantine smiling proudly as Rain saw for the first time the home of his brother. Constantine parking and stepping out onto the marbled paths. "Shall we then?" It was quite possibly the most beautiful and decedent mansion he had ever seen. White and gold splashing the exterior walls and columns as though they were carved from the ivory gods above. The Road widening to a red brick that lavished the path ahead of him, bushes with intricate levels of design dotting the sides of their path as they moved toward the front of the mansion.. A gentle wind picking up and blowing a few leafy green bits of nature along the wind currents. A row of maids and butlers greeting their master as he and rain marched up the ivory steps toward two massive pure gold doors. Both being opened soundlessly as Constantine showed him to the atrium. It was alive with activity as the staff continued to prepare for Rain's arrival, making sure everything had been cleaned three or four times before their master had arrived.
  11. Kru'Gorah hadn't been so elated in quite some time, admittedly the time spent here in Genesaris had been used for building an alliance with The Kitsune's nation. He felt such pride acting as their emissary but he was at his nature a chaotic creature that yearned for the torment of anything and everything. This fight was a true release of his abhorrent soul; It was how he felt the most useful and most utilized. He was at his core...a weapon of war. The Djinn wanting to so badly reveal the third stage of his terror feast to his lord and master. He would see the true potential of the most dangerous weapon in his arsenal and understand! His flesh splitting with ghoulish fervor as he neared the pinnacle of his capabilities. This foe worthy of such an abysmal revelation. It was at this moment did he hear the voice of the supreme being and halted the transformation and attack upon The Cripple. Kru'Gorah exhuming from the ground and shaking the debris off his form; The wounds of the battle beginning to heal slowly as the terror that had been built up in his system was absorbed. His form skulking to his master's side where he continued to watch Corren with interest. He was dealing with Dredge now and the demon would only interfere if he was ordered to do so. His patchwork cloak rose from the floor and snapped to his body as though it were a second layer of skin; obscuring his form once more. Dredge gracing his servant with a compliment and causing The Djinn's massive tail to wage with reckless abandon as he laughed with what could barely be recognized as glee "Your words are too kind My Lord, I am merely acting as your most trusted shield and sword" He said, bowing graciously as Dredge spoke to Corren. The counter argument made by the intruder causing the demon to hiss, but remaining silent. He dared proclaim their glory had faded underneath Dredge's leadership. They would all be lost, diseased souls adrift a maelstrom if it wasn't for him. This one was brave to insult the very banner he was standing under with such falsehoods. Was it false? The doubt like an ugly splinter digging into his deepest recesses. He wasn't meant for peace or correspondence. The body count he had amassed was a testament to monster he was. He remembered the unsure, uneasy faces of the audience surrounding him at the town meeting. It revealed just how different he was outside a massacre. A new scent catching his nose and distracting him from such alien thoughts. It was something powerful...something...familiar. A grin splitting across his obscured features; It was The Kitsune. A goddess second only to his lord. She held such a sway in these lands she called hers and he found himself quite entertained in her presence. Her aura felt quite visibly now as she stood forth in the flesh with another familiar scent of what he could only assume was her ward. The Djinn letting Dredge and Corren continue their conversation as he immediately put into practice the routines he had started learning for their more...tame encounters. He approached the two of them and gave a deep bow; pulling back his hood as he greeted them. "This one is pleased by your presence your grace; Are you here to discuss those we seek to umbrace?" He asked pulling from his cloak a brick red tea kettle; two cups balancing atop his tail as they were presented before Akako and her plus one. "This is a beverage of my own creation; For guests who deserve such a celebration" He was still understanding the customs of other nations an civility as a whole. The demon pouring an opalescent orange liquid into the obsidian cups. The drink coming out piping hot strangely. "It is my first attempt at hosting without bloodshed, please enjoy a delicacy I call Mauldread" Any investigationg into the drink itself would reveal that it wasn't poisoned or tampered with in the slightest albeit it's ingredients unknown to this particular plane. It's taste sour at first before twisting into a sweet numbing sensation that cascaded down the throat and felt eerily narcotic. The taste aberrational and almost addictive in it's odd taste. @Akako Akari
  12. Alderose had given his name with kindness and grace as was the custom for those who served The Primrose name, giving his master and Rain his farewells and assuring everything will be taken care of without issue. The staff continuing the packing without fail as Constantine left them to their duties. Rain seeing Constantine's custom darling a few times when they arranged sibling get togethers, but has rarely ridden in it himself. It was as luxurious as he could've imagined with a constant cool temperature and soft black and platinum trim leather seats. The windows tinted with a magi-tech display that showed the weather reports, news, gauges, and assorted other widgets. Rain noticing the smallest of smirks upon his face as he was asked a question. It seemed Rain was rather pleased with this arrangement and it didn't interrupt Constantine's plans in the slightest so it was already turning out cherries. "I have my schedule today pushed back into the evening so thus far rather well. I hope my staff have been helpful and kept your involvement minimal? Moving can be stressful and neither of us need anymore" He said, running a finger along his cheek in thought "You'll find no trouble incorporating your work and daily routines in the manor" He informed Rain, figuring that could be a point of issue. It had all been so hot, the fear, the terror, the blood, and The Legion itself. His new life with burgeoning purpose had been sweltering with enlightening heat. He had bathed in the blood of the innocent not only to help The Legion' cause, but to baptize himself into this new family for good. He truly believed that Dredge was to be the prophet of this era. Hell had become A dull place where killing brought only business or pleasure. They didn't fear death when it was only a minor nuisance that would be remedied in only a few agonizing months of recovery. It was all too hot there...Too hot to care for anything or anyone, too hot to fear...to had to feel...true terror.He had believed that the world of the humans was much of the same; these creatures possessed a terror the likes of which he had never tasted, but their world was corrupt all on it's own. They cheated eachother, killed eachother, robbed eachother...they were as self destructive to themselves as they were to the rest of the world. He didn't find enjoyment in being an observer to the demons that already twisted their lives into debt riddled hells sputtering about households and businesses like misery diseased cockroaches. He needn't do a thing really and it seemed as though hell had finally runeth over. He, however, had found an interest in the sins that they coursed themselves with. He could indulge them. The Djinn possessing the incredulous ability to grant wishes. He could give a man millions of gold pieces, but unfortunately he would either suffocate or be crushed by the sheer weight of such an amount. It was hard to question such lofy deals when you were but a commoner seeking to survive. Desperation drew them into his trap easier than he had expected. Kru'Gorah hadn't fed on such regret and horror, and it was a miasma of joy and purpose. They were here to be fed on. Their corruption was a tool for those who could manipulate it! How could he have been so blind? They were a gift from the chaos eternal. A true a mighty god that knows only the endless infinite. He roamed the lands to continue on his now reverently holy mission. He would spread the sickness of despair and terror so that chaos may grow and bloom. It was impossible for him to believe that another predator to these masses would ever surface as he did...but he had found Dredge. A prophet holier than he...one he would instead embolden all he can. He live vicariously through his newfound god. It was the first time his world had ever gone Cold. That was what it was now...all around them, suffocating the lands and it's creatures. Kru'Gorah had been planning in their hibernation, preparing new toys and breaking new ground for The Legion' reputation. He was eager to put them into action. He was eager to avenge the death of his favorite pet...to find the one who had encompassed terror and survived, watching from his stoop high above as a curious vehicle drove underneath his perch. One possessed a sickness of the heart that didn't merit much value in terror...but the other...reeked an arrogance that couldn't be denied. Rain seeing Constantine's head shift toward his side's window as his knuckles turned white against the wheel for only a moment. Something catching his attention as they moved through a low lit tunnel. A strange thing to see for a man who always seemed uninterested in his surroundings.
  13. The mortal plane had brought with it it's own troubling realities compared to the hells he had been accustomed to...but never in his days had he tasted such potent fear than those who fear death. Demons were far too arrogant and powerful to feel what they would consider a 'mortal condition'. It was the essence he had been made upon, and even his creators hadn't foreseen the value of fear as a physical resource. The legion had given him such access to mortal terror that it allowed his powers to manifest and grow. It was a freedom no demon lord would keep from him any longer. Shawnee had been such a devastating trophy on The Legion's wall and even after such a massacre had long since passed...he could still smell the blood soaked deep into the frigid snow. Kru'Gorah stood atop a glacial outcropping as he sniffed for any survivors. The chance was low, but fear was like any wound. If you fester it would eventually reopen. His tail probing the air as it had a much better sense for his main resource than his own nose did. "A shame The mistress had betrayed us and chose to die here, even in her last moments...I did not sense fear" He said, thinking of the events that transpired here as he looked upon Shawnee in it's glacial glory A ping causing his tail to jolt and shake with spurned intrigue; Something was close. He snapped his head toward the ocean where he could smell a vast presence of terror. It seemed as though a large creature was escaping with instinctual fear. What an unfortunate being as it now had two pursuers instead of one. The demon crouching low before flying into the air and immediately falling directly into the ocean. The demon using his tail to adjust his position in the water as he fired forth with unnatural speed toward the presence of this fear, feasting upon it deliciously as his tail continued to launch him forth toward his next meal. He only hoped it put up some fight. The terror already beginning to course through his form and exaggerate his excitement.
  14. Kru'Gorah had only recently started to understand battle as a form of understanding and strategy; Perceiving his opponents as prey was ineffective. It left him far too open for those with actual skill to put him down swiftly. This is what his trainers had called 'overpowering' the enemy. What this maneuver didn't account for however...was versatility. His agony beam being countered with a similar counterattack. The demon clenched his jaws as he was forced to enter the second state of terror feast. The radius of his feast increasing now as The Cripple heard shouts of fear and chaos as more of the orcs and inhuman races were plagues with The demon's terrifying aura as it increased in power. The stump of an arm emanating a powerful aura of darkness as he narrowly dodged his tail and flung forward with a potent counterattack. The momentum of his tail still aiming forward and on a trajectory to hit Kru'Gorah from the front. A spark of that tactical font being drawn forth as he allowed his tail to betray it's master The tail shot forth underneath the blast as it connected to the demon's clavicle; The tail's speed smashing into him within moments of the blast impact and causing him to fly back into the cavernous walls. The tail saving him from only the most direct impact, it had still connected and caused rocks to collide from the ceiling and break up debris around where Kru'Gorah had been implanted onto the ground and obscuring view of his form. A few uncertain moments passing before a blast of rock was heard. Kru'Gorah using the debris to slither into the hole his tail had created...only this time emerging directly underneath him as two sets of claws exhumed around his feet and attempted to pull him underneath. It seemed he could dodge a great deal of his attacks in the opponent so what would attacking from the ground do? His tail piercing through the caverns below and feeding off latent terror. This one was worthy indeed. Should he finally show dredge the third stage of Terror Feast? This combatant was certainly formidable enough for such a celebration. @The Courier
  15. "The arrangements will be made for tomorrow, My staff will begin preparing and I will send movers so I don't want to see you pack anything you won't immediately need. I will pick you up at Ten AM sharp so be prepared...until tomorrow" Constantine hanging up the call a moment later and drumming his fingers against the device in thought. He would be able to keep those fools at arm's length from Rain so that they didn't cause him harm, but he couldn't help but simply find the concept of Rain living with him...agreeable. He marched out of his office; several doors being opened for him before he reached the vast atrium where he had the whole of his staff congregate. "My brother is scheduled here tomorrow at ten in the morning, prepare for his arrival and give him the suit underneath mine. The movers are already in transit. He is an extension of my will so you will follow his requests as you would mine. That is all" He said with a wave of his hand and immediately they all began to prepare. A few curt murmurs wondering the sort of brother Constantine had. It was news to most of them that he even had one; more doors opening for him as he now had a night shift to get to. The rest was simply waiting until tomorrow. The treasury the second largest room in the manor next to the foyer, and it solely off limits. Constantine' mages adding several enchantments to the room to keep greedy staff from attempting to line their pockets. It was a testament to all he had worked for and the only time a genuine smile met his flawless features as he looked upon the mountain of gleaming wealth. A giggle beginning to crescendo into a boisterous laugh as he ascended the pinnacle of his life's work. It was the very thing he had dreamed of in those nights of crippling uncertainty. He wanted to drag them here so badly, so that they could see just how far he's come. A top tier model and assassin who did nothing but work, and now stood atop the fruits of his labor. Constantine' head nearly hitting the roof now as he sat at the peak. His face flush with ecstasy as he wiped sweaty bangs from his brow and began to applaud an empty room. "I didn't think I'd have to make the room even bigger" He said in disbelief, taking a grey coin from his pocket and smirking. It was time to get to work then he supposed. The coin activating and causing his form to become incorporeal and fall through the mountain of coin and straight to the center. A hidden tunnel system just beneath The Treasury. His access to The Underway. The next morning came rather quickly for Rain. Sleep being potentially difficult as Movers had shown up rather early and started moving everything onto a large truck. They all appeared to be butlers and maids; bringing proper packing supplies and assisting in every facet so that Rain wouldn't have to do much other than pack the essentials he wanted. It would still take nearly the whole day to completely move Rain out. Constantine' head butler even using the kitchen while it still had it's faculties to make Rain some tea while he waited for Constantine. He was an elderly man dressed in a periwinkle butler uniform. The only hair on his head being akin to that of a Friars, but his beard more than compensated as it nearly touched his chest in length; woven several times into a tight braid. His wrinkled lips quirking into a smile as he set the tea before Rain. A pair of coffee brown eyes meeting the sickly man "It is an honor to serve the brother of Lord Constantine. He will arrive shortly and we will make sure your move is as smooth as can be" He said, placing a hand to his chest and bowing. Constantine arriving on time as he parked just in front of Rain's home. The man as decedent as he was never finding a need for a driver as he preferred to do it himself. "They can take care of everything here, I figured you'd like to get accustomed to the manor before everything is moved in" He said, immediately beginning to drive away when Rain entered the passenger seat.
  16. Kru'Gorah hadn't realized his opponent was just as versatile as he was. He had underestimated his initial attack of such negative energy. He was formidable indeed. The demon ceasing his spell and slamming into the ground; talons digging into the ground as he watched how this being worked. He had learned such tactics from his very master and started to enjoy understanding his opponents instead of brutalizing them outright. If he knew what lair he was walking into, then such a paltry dagger was obviously not sufficient enough. Was this some sort of test perhaps? This organization attracted a great deal of enshrouded figures with unseen power. This one was no different and even something hard to kill like he wasn't infallible. A blind attack would result in the loss of his tail and that is quintessential to losing one's sword. Perhaps this wasn't as much of a danger to his lord then he thought...maybe he could have a little fun. A grin splitting across his leathery features as he watched The Reaper turn into The Cripple as though he changed fighting styles completely. This figured possessed a different stance altogether now as he stood in tattered rags and emanated an aura of terror all his own. The unfortunates that were too moored in the terror fabricated from Kru'Gorah now began to cut tail and run as it seemed as though they were going to kill eachother. The demon feeling his skin ignite with such unfamiliar fear of his own and it was enough to bring forth a cacophony of laughter. It had been too long since he had tasted his own terror. Such potency. "Never since the fight with my master have I tasted such fear, Perhaps you are one to revere~" He said with quaking excitement as he crouched low to the ground as though her were some demonic canine prepared to pounce. His tail slithering back behind his form and out of sight "Such terror in sheer presence is hard to find, please...allow me to return the favor in kind" The demon lurching forward and flinging forth with claws of burning orange clashed against the blade with bright sparks. An eruption of stone and earth a precursor to the coiled tail of Kru'Gorah firing forth from the ground where it had burrowed. The cripple now seeing his tail anchored into a hole it had created; weaving it's length just behind his opponent's position to strike. His tail's length an advantage in itself. His claws aiming to distract with ceaseless assault as his tail sought to bury itself in his back. He was still learning such advanced tactics from watching his fellow members fight, and he hoped to one day become a master of this new style; Fighting dirty. The terror he had amassed from the other subjects culminating and glowing through his teeth as clashed with The Cripple's blade once more and unleashed an insidious beam from his maw.
  17. Constantine's day hadn't ended after his meet up with his siblings; It hardly ever did. Granted, he didn't work as hard as he did when he was a child living under impossible pressure...but it still kept him busy enough that he only had weeks at a time in leisure rather than the usual month. He could feel the crows feet beginning to form, especially if he kept gripping the bridge of his nose as he was doing now. The appointment was going fine, but he was lucky that his dull expression wasn't so easily read behind his mask. Orbs of low lit light dotting the cobblestone room the meeting was taking place; white light glinting off the many masked faces that sat at a large oval table. Constantine tapping the side of his obsidian made mask in gathering impatience. the gold engravings on his mask glinting against the magical light source as he listened to potential contract listings in the region. A rather paltry bout of chump change being thrown around for very little gain through the whole process. His interest laid in wait on the contracts they had to keep secret. Their top members being the only ones able to access the organizations black book. There were indeed a few that he had been interested in, one being immediately taken by the gas mask wearing foreigner. Constantine loathed this repugnant man. The fool taking a job involving a group called The Legion Of Doom. He'd get laughed out of his reputation if he ever associated with such a ridiculous name. What a waste of time, there was nothing left but to leave empty handed. He couldn't be too upset. Plans were already being made in preparation of Rain staying with him, and he would need the free time to be there personally. His next photo shoot a week away which gave him plenty of time. He had finally returned home, sending the help scattering, and rescinding into his office to make a phone call. Constantine removing his coat jacket and sitting down with a soft sigh, snapping his fingers as the maid on duty immediately poured him a drink. Rain's number being dialed and a low drum of his fingers going unheard. What did he just ask? It was a good thing they didn't have this conversation on purpose; he'd never shown such shock in quite some time. The drumming immediately ceasing as Rain followed it up with another. Where was this coming from? Rain wasn't one to express his emotions even if they were plainly written across his face. An ugly knot of shame forming in his stomach; perhaps he had gone too far in the cafe, sitting upright. Why was this getting him worked up? "If this is what I said in the cafe...Rain i'm not in the market for friends, or romance, or unnecessary setbacks in my career.I don't need the hassle. you not set me back Rain and you never will. I enjoy our time together and that isn't a lie so yes, I do" He didn't want to mince words, and he felt that being as concise as possible was the best course of action. It wasn't a lie at the very least.
  18. There was a great to consider and digest. It didn't help that Marigold was still recovering from his own long fought war against both a mad god and the crisis dotting Terrenus. Marigold knew the time apart had done it's damage and it would take much more than what he showed him to simply rekindle all that history in just a single bonfire. Trust was diminutive and he couldn't blame Rain at all. No matter how well he presented himsel; he dealt with plenty who looked upon him with unease and uncertainty. He could tell Rain was uncomfortable here. It wasn't like his little shope back in Antigone isles where everything felt much simpler. He missed those days when Rain would come and bring him sweets, both of them simply enjoying eachothers company. Marigold looking a bit surprised as Raub stood up suddenly "But of course, it is a very serious operation and I want you to be confident in whatever option you choose" He said, crestfallen that the reunion had ended as quickly as it did. There was nothing more sad than to try and convince someone to stay "I understand...I'm feeling too much like myself these days. There is nothing to apologize for. It was too good to see you all the same." He had alot of work to do himself as he still had an entire generator to repair and complete wing to reconstruct. All the women in his life devastating him in some manner. Marigold led Rain back outside the facility and gave him a simple wave, feeling hugs were a bit too much now. The doctor switching the grid walls back on and sighing. He couldn't believe that through all the madness and disaster he had been put through; he was actually starting to miss the constant prattling Lazarus always pushed through his conscience. It seemed no matter how far he had come; change still aimed to bring him to ruin in some capacity or another. Rain had seemed surrounded by loneliness just as he, yet it was preferred when compared to the merits of Marigold's own advanced work. Most were intimidated and frightened eventhough technology existed all over this great world of theirs. He supposed he would have to hold out hope as most of his kind did in such harrowing situations. Marigold vanishing within the depths of his facility, using work as a means of escaping such troublesome thoughts. Rain eventually made it back home after another long trip, and found all the pressure of the day waning in the presence of familiar comfort. The day was nearly over and it had seemed as if two had passed by already. There was almost too much to think about and work out, and it was felt easier to just slouch on the bed in a moment's relaxation. That relaxation coming to an unfortunate end as he heard his phone ring. A lump of anticipation rightfully made as he saw the words plain as day in their chromatic display Call from Constantine "you have been given ample time to make your decision. What is your choice little brother?"
  19. "It's what I want to believe what matters yes...but it is unfair to you. You would've faced this all with me if you could have wouldn't you?" He asked with a shake of his head "It is easy to believe what you are doing is for their benefit but it is simply selfishness. I should've been there for you, but I am here now. The danger I had faced is gone now and I want you to see what your money has gone to" He said, running his hand across the surface of the table; a holographic display lighting up and creating screens that Marigold began to interface with. Several terabytes of information flooding the screen as he continued to work through it's code and find what he was looking for. One of his fingers revealing an elongated needle of sorts that plugged directly into the console. A few moments passing before he removed it and nodded with a few mutters. An schematic of the heart they had discussed prior being shown "The design that was agreed upon. Every detail of this project new to me and making it risky. in my time away I have done a great deal of study on anatomical hearts and heart surgery itself. I've even performed four of my own with success. I was thrown into the fray of a disaster in Ceyana as a combat medic and grained a great deal of experience. I haven't forgotten you or your heart condition in the slightest." One of his creations marched into the meeting room; a stout bot with stubby legs and long three pronged arms that held a metallic chest with tubes of fluid connected on either side. Marigold beaming once more with delight as he immediately set the chest down and input the security code before leaning down for a retina scan. the lid popping open and revealing a housing for what appeared to be an unfinished synthetic heart. Thousands of wires, small tubes, and synthetic veins hanging loosely on it's unfinished side. A slow pump revealing that it was still partially beating. "Forgive the exaggeration in my letter but I wanted you here to see the progress that I have made...and admittedly I just wanted you here regardless" he said with a ligh chuckle "It will still take more time for me to completely finish the heart, but I have the complete left and right ventricle finished. It is too precise for any machine to just fabricate so it has to be completely done by hand" He said, giving Rain as long as he'd life with it before he eventually closed the chest. It was proof at least that it was being constructed. Marigold hadn't just taken the money and ran "The other reason I wanted you to come here is because the risks need to be discussed in person." He said with a nervous sigh "We very well could get a famed heart surgeon to implant it for us, but the issue is that a synthetic heart of this magnitude isn't easily come by and I fear without my physical experience with the heart itself...mistakes would be made. That being said I want to lay out everything for this surgery so that when I do finish the heart there isn't any confusion. I have a better chance at a successful surgery with a heart of my own design than I believe any other would, but should you prefer a more professional set of hands I understand and that is where we will take it, furthermore in either scenario. You have always been a truly beautiful man no matter what may transpire, but your body may not be in a strong enough condition right now to even survive surgery. I believe we need to figure out a method to help strengthen your body." Marigold drinking more from his coffee as he allowed Rain to digest all this information. He hoped not to sound too clinical or vice versa, but this surgery wasn't just an idea any longer. It was becoming a reality and with it came risks all the same.
  20. Marigold stopped and looked at the letter as it was presented, already feeling guilt gnaw at his bones. Oh dear, he had gone about this all the wrong way hadn't he? A letter was far too impersonal for Rain. He should've gone to him in person. He chided himself on his methods. His hands digging through his hair, a familiar tick Rain always saw him doing when he ran into a dead end on a project "I understand you must have so many questions. I should've let you know in some way what was happening but I didn't know how far his reach was at the time and and- Well Can we...discuss it inside? I'm not all for outdoors right now" He muttered, approaching the deteriorated grid walls. The doctor raising his arm, moving back his sleeve and revealing a device attached to his arm; holographic images and data pulled up as he traced his finger across one of the panels. The grid wall shimmering for a moment before fizzling out, and dissipating. He led him through and immediately turned the grid back on before leading them through the facility. It was quite impressive for such a short time, and while Marigold was the designer, and thought process of this project. It was strange to see such a place in th middle of nowhere with only a village a few miles away; Many of their laborers did a great service in it's construction. It would have taken much longer without their assistance; That wasn't something Marigold would forget so easily. He didn't have much stock in friends, but allies and assets were something that could be invaluable in the right moment. The doctor no exception. Granted Rain someone he didn't feel he had to keep up walls around....although perhaps too much time had passed "The facility is divided up into five structures altogether. Four directly associating with the cardinal directions. North Wing, East Wing, South Wing, and West Wing while the fifth is sthe Central Research Center or simply Tripsec." He said as he continued to walk forth. The grass they had once traversed being replaced with a metal mesh grating that clicked with noise everytime their shoes hit the surface. The area around them no longer an all encompassing forest; It was a facility of magitech. Each of the 'cardinal structures' being placed on each side of the facility with them standing right next to the north wing. A large, but simplistically made structure with what appeared to be only one large shutter door entrance. Catwalks, pipes, and strange machinery connected themselves from building to building creating a spider web of tech and machinery Marigold led him through the labyrinthine maze of buildings and progress before they arrived at the structure in the epicenter of The Imperium. "I know it's a bit of shock since we've last met...but it's something I've wanted to show you since I started it's construction. Welcome to the Anima Imperium" He said with the first smile he had seen as Marigold looked up at his pride and joy. His eyes glinting with a genuine pride. and with this Rain it would only get stronger. Marigold standing at a circular pad with four small pillars at each corner of the pad. Each one suddenly glowing blue and scanning him with the same grid design the walls had. The scan completing with the doors to the command center immediately sliding open as he led them through a cylindrical room that possessed a multitude of screens decorating the walls, surrounding a holographic display of the world that Marigold has mapped out and added to his registry. It looked to be bits and pieces at most in it's current state. Doorways, and staircases leading to different sections of the building. Marigold eventually leading him to A guest room that housed several chairs with a smooth glass table adorned with curious lights and various refreshments waiting to be used. Marigold sitting down and pouring himself a strong cup of coffee as he tried to mitigate the bugs under his eyes with a thumb before flicking his grayed hair out of his face "I'm sorry Rain. So much happened and...none of it should be used as an excuse...I...Survived. I'm here in the flesh and that is a surprise in itself. I worked on your heart through it all and I'm just glad your still...here" He leaned back and held his face in his hands as he attempted try and explain his situation. A man who minced his words, something else familiar.
  21. There was an order to the way such formalities went in Cradle, and Rain had grown accustomed to the fleeting conversations due to most everyone being far too busy for small talk. Fye didn't quite understand these customs; Valenstein having his work cut out for him. She practically leaped off the ground as she was so politely complimented, giggling all the same as Rain tried to step away and allow them to continue on. The witch instead sidled up next to him and beamed "Ya think so? huh? Huh? Do ya? I've been learning alot! Have you lived here long? I'm new to such a huuuuge place! Oh Oh! Guess how many fingers I have??" "Fye..." "Eight fingers and two thumbs!" She chimed, holding up two thumbs and giggling all the same. She was a ball of endless and Valenstein pulled the reigns a bit as he rest a hand on her unkempt mop of hair "She always loves her jokes, but regardless we shouldn't keep this man from his business. It'd be bad manners. Enjoy the rest of your day" Valenstein said, moving passed Rain ahead of Fye. The girl perking up at her master's words and immediately shaking Rain's hand wildly "It was nice to meetchya mystery man! Byeeeee!" One could only hope they would meet again; a strange pair but interesting in their own right. It was then off to The Transport Hub where it took him to a sizable hamlet known as knolls. This would be the closest he could gia via transportation. The rest of way requiring him to hoof it on foot as it seemed this lab was deeper in the woods. A path leading out of Knolls helping mitigate the stress of simply pushing through the underbrush. The wilds of Terranus were a truly beautiful sight to behold. The birthplace of magitech still so very capable of producing awe inspiring forests that dotted it's landscape like natural blessings from Gaia herself. It was a several hour trip through the woods to where The Imperium was. the trees themselves sparse enough to walk through. The trees beginning to get more dense the deeper he traveled in; the grass reaching his ankles and the canopy nearly blocking out the sun's rays; Rain feeling the airharder to pull into his lungs through such humidity but after some difficulty. Rain saw through a break in the treeline that opened up into a spacious grove, and that's where he saw it. The Anima Imperium It was a half mile away from the treeline, constructed right in the middle of this grove. It was a unique sight to see such a construction of technology deep within the woods. Their eyes falling upon the facility's walls which were a crackling blue energy constructed into the shape of a grid; each side connected by tall columns of metal and crackling energy. It all gave it a very living feeling. They couldn't see what laid behind these grid walls, aside from large antenna tower at the east side of the facility. A large slowly rotating radar dish at it's peak, giving off a pulse of blue light every several seconds. Rain's exposure to such a place being dwarfed by the man himself as he immediately saw the good doctor pass through the grid walls and meet him halfway. The doctor having security capable of detecting most signatures with the security cameras that dotted the treeline around the grove. Marigold was adorned in a grey blue lab coat that covered him from from collar bone to ankles, gray boots mounted firmly on his feet. The only skin Rain could see were his face and his hands, and it was pale, almost malnourished; He possessed steely mauve hair that messily fell to his shoulders, bangs nearly covering the two blue orbs of his eyes that looked at Rain with nervous excitement. square cut glasses being pushed up back into place by his forefinger before giving a pensive greeting "It's been awhile...i'ts...good to see you again Rain" He said, knowing there was so much more to be said. Marigold giving him and nervous hug as he simply drank in Rain's presence. All their time together flooding back in such a short time. The doctor then beckoning him to follow "We have alot to catch up about, and I believe I am closer than ever now to finishing our project" He said, grabbing Rain by his hand and leading him across the grasslands. "I've...made some changes in the technology department and it's taken some time to get used to them but I hope it doesn't unnerve you." Rain feeling Marigold's prostethics for the first time in awhile, and it was almost surprising as they looked nearly real. A coldness of metal and synthetic material betraying the faux skin however. "You are still as handsome as ever I see"
  22. Gold dust was at a loss for words for the first time in awhile as she watched Rain try and follow Constantine out; words falling on deaf ears as he nearly brushed through the door. Had what Constantine said affected him this much? he hadn't seen Rain so rattled in a long time. Her frustrations from this development derived from Constantine once again trying to extract her from their relationship. She loved rain dearly, but it would be difficult to even consider the notion of entering Constantine's mansion. She watched the whole external struggle Rain went through before returning to her and telling him he too had other places to be. "You never disappoint me sweet; I worry about you every day..." She wanted to say so much more, and Rain could see apprehension cross her concerned features. When Constantine left it was like Rain had no reason to stay...why would he? All he did was chase the shadow of his big brother no matter how much they quarreled. She wished she could get him to fight just as hard for her attention. It was pathetic. She could almost cry, almost. "Well whatever you decide Rain, take care of yourself. Eat more and I will visit you anywhere so long as you don't have to travel too far" She relented. A smile perking her glossy lips. She had to be there for him; she was selfish more than a little bit...but for him she always to be better. Gold adding to Rain's tip with a bit more than usual due to the outbursts and drama they usually generated. Gold hugging him again, a little tighter, resting her chin on his head as she knelt down to meet his eyes "Thinking of you, everyday" A phrase she came up when they were kids so Rain knew that no matter the troubles at least there was a single person in the world thinking of his behalf. A ring from her phone interrupting the moment as she immediately looked to see who it was and paled "It's Calypso, I've got to go; Please be safe alright?" Rain was left to his own devices once more as the prospect of seeing Marigold lightened some of the gravitas his sibling reunions usually brought. The Address listed a unique piece of tech that linked to Rain's own phone and pinpointed exactly where to go. Marigold was always one to overthink things. His trip through the third ring aiming him toward the transport hub which was the fastest way to get where he was going, and certainly the easiest on his frame. A sudden blast of spiraling purple and orange magic blocking his path several feet ahead where several bystanders gasped in surprise or gawked. Rain seeing A man who looked like he came straight from the magistrate's circle; Lavished in purple shaded robes with cerulean locks of fine hair as barked at some inhuman species laughing on the floor. He hadn't seen them very often, especially in Cradle but they were a breed of Beastfolk centralized around feline genes. This one appearing to be of the calico race. The transport hub on the other side of these two strange individuals so he didn't have much of a choice on where to go. The feline leaping to her feet as she dusted the smoke and magic debris off her overalls. Her laughter almost infectious as it seemed she enjoyed the way the other figure was getting frustrated. She was nearly six foot and covered completely in calico fur. oranges, grays, blacks, and browns sprawled across her fur like a haphazard paint job. She was rocking on the balls of her feet in excitement as she was being scolded by the robed man. Rain now close enough where he could see that this one was quite handsome in his own right with light elven features speckled in radiance; his eyes a vibrant and lively magenta as he eventually sighed "I asked for a demonstration after we returned. You are impossible Fye" He said, a smile curling along his lip as he shook his head. The femme feline adorned in splotchy brown overalls with absolutely no shoes on to speak of. It was a bizarre sight overall combined with the sudden waving she did to anyone who passed them by. "Greetings must be curt and profession here, just because you refuse to wear what I ask doesn't mean you can just act any way you wish dear student of mine." He said crossing his arms. Her tall ears perking curiously and immediately looking toward Rain with eyes of brilliant orange; the slits widening like dinner plates as she tried to put her master's words to practice. "Hail and well met!" She called, trying to be professional as she hid a grin behind her hands at her own feeble attempts; her tail swaying excitedly as she bolted to the frail man while nearly toppling over several others as she did so. The energetic girl springing in place before hearing a prominent cough behind her and straightened out and attempted a bow "My name is Fyedahlia, but I go by Fye! Nice ta meetch'ya!" Her greeting falling a bit short in it's formality, but steps were steps for a reason afterall. "Please forgive her, she comes from a...small town and I've decided to try and sculpt both her magic and unruly behavior to the best of my ability. I am Valenstein. It's a pleasure" He said with a formal bow that came from years of working in The Magistrate's circle. Fye quickly taking out a notepad and writing down notes, but that quickly turned into goofy scribbles she started to snort and laugh at. An interesting pair to run into indeed.
  23. Rain had always been a constant between Gold and Constantine, loving him in their own imperfect ways. they also both knew his quirks and nuances quite well giving how they only had eachother in their younger years. Constantine knew them them adamantly while gold still felt as though Rain had kept an arm's length from her. Gold Dust glancing at Constantine with a sense of worry as he stammered over his strange explanation. There was something eating at him enough that he could hardly form a proper explanation. Gold Dust lowering her head to his; trying to make his time easier. Constantine leaning back and crossing his arms as he kept his gaze upon his squirming brother. His sister's face becoming shaded with concern as he spoke of limited time and his sickness. He had always been more frail and sickly then them and she always believed it was their upbringing that stunted his overall constitution. Constantine knew there must be some underlying sickness that caused him to lose weight and give him his dizzy spells, but the implications were starting to dawn on him. Gold Dust looking at Constantine with a silent crestfallen gaze as Rain apologized for simply want to spend time with them. That one realization nearly broke her heart in two. Was she being short sighted? How many times had they visited on Rain's behalf only to drive eachother crazy for the most of it? Constantine was silent for several moments after Rain had spoke his peace. His eyes moving from his lowered head to his shaky legs; He could feel Ursula boring into his skull with her gaze. What did this remind him of?...years long back, when all he did was work and come home to a miserable home where he studied tireless...but there was more. Moments where they would crowd around their shared bed and talk tales...Ursula making up ghost stories to spook her younger brother. Rain always their muse. A small creak groaning from Constantine's chair as he leaned forward and stretched out his hand. A light grip moving rain's chin so that their eyes met. It looked to be as though he were searching for something dwelling within those melancholy pools. "Your condition is worsening isn't it? You can't travel because it makes you too weary, am I correct? This simply won't do. I won't allow your death to make tabloids out of the Primrose reputation i've worked so hard on. You are coming to live with me so that travel will no longer affect your health. I will make all the necessary arrangements" He said, releasing Rain and standing up with a readjustment of his collar "Wait Wait-WHAT? Are you out of your mind-" "Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment to catch" He interrupted, eyeing Urusla down as she nearly put a hole through the table. Constantine moving passed her without another as she followed him out ranting and raving at his coat tails. Urusula eventually stomping back into the cafe as Constantine vanished down the street, leaving money on the table to pay for his drink. Gold Dust grumbling before looking over Rain "I can't believe he would just suggest something like that, and then leave. He is unbearable" She groaned. It was certainly a strange request; Constantine in his lack of kindness had never offered to take Rain in and instead simply directed him on how to get a place of his own. Rain was hardpressed to mind an answer as she barked at a gawking couple. Another family get together, another disaster it seemed.
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