Subtle's RP

[The Forsaken Subtle Sin Saint]

Using my cacaphony_of_souls username in Yahoo (because I wasn't logged into my Flowers account,) I played Flowers (and later a lot of other charas, lol), post Reset, against a non member called inner_demon_of_chaos. I'm leaving in only the ooc part that describes his chara and the setting, so you guys know where we started. It exceeded the proboard max post size [25Kb (25,600 characters),] so I posted it in halves. Enjoy!

souls: I guess Flowers will do. Remind me a bit about your chara, please?

inner_demon_of_chaos: Of course. He is a demon from the nineth (the most powerful of the hells) and has no real body of his own. to affect the material world at all, he must possess a physsical being (like a human, cat, ect) and can only be forced out by killing that being. His life span is endless so long as he is not killed outside of a body (which is VERY hard to do). He can shift between the planes of exsistance as eassilly as you or I through an open door. He's manipulative, greedy (for souls), and is not above lying, killing, and enslaving to get what he wants.

(deciding setting)

souls: She is able to enter the Common Realm now that she knows how to open portals...somewhere there?

inner_demon_of_chaos: alright, anywhere specific?

souls: I'll leave that to you.

inner_demon_of_chaos: how about where ley energies are most prevalent... in the guild hall he used to occupy in the summoning chamber?

souls: Alright. I suppose she could be travelling nearby

inner_demon_of_chaos: (alright I'll use his older form since his newer one is more modern)
-The dimly lit circular room did little to hide the muscular form armored in studded leather. An anceint tome in some forgotten language rested on his lap as his clawed fingers turned the pages. Blue flickers of light shone from the continual heatless torches that lit the room. His large wings were resting about him almost like a cloak of bat wings... but much more durable. The long black hair was pulled back over his shoulders to reveal two horns curving over his head. He looked up with feral bright molten eyes as he sensed a rift in the ley energies-

souls : Flowers steps daintily through a portal she has opened from Tintagel, promising her mother that she wouldn't be long. There was a family she visited from time to time, providing a child with needed herbs that they couldn't afford to buy, and in exchange, she got to play with the children. Her wings aflitter with a hint of sadness, she thinks about Araia, and what might have happened if they'd stayed in Beyond. Shaking herself from her reveries, she lifted into the air and flew towards the small hovel, passing a curious looking place of forbidding power. She tried to make herself seem as insignificant as possible, just in case it was inhabited.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -even as she did this a door within the tower of the guild hall opened and onto the balcony walked a lone man garbed in an all black robe. He looked up to her, as if inviting her down... the air about him seemed to radiate a power no human could hold. He grinned through his neatly trimmed ghoatee and walked back in... and the air became thick with water, making flight trecherous. the odd thing though... was the door was left open.-

souls: Immediately terrified, Flowers clapped her hands, and the already sturdy live oak and poplars that surrounded the building sprang up between her and the strange creature. She rested in the limbs, wondering how he could condense the very moisture in the air without bringing rain. She was no fool; anyone who appeared to invite her into a creepy castle and then impede her flight was likely a predator. She doubted very much that she could outdo his magic with only her command of portals and the flora around her. Wishing for the nth time that Araia were with her, she sat in the tree and hoped the creature would forget she was there, so she could go on her way unmolested.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -He wasn't done with her yet, but had been watching through a dark pool in the main chamber for the guild leader. He waved his hand over the pools' surface, and waited. What she would see is the tree seem to wilt near the building, turn black, then wrap its' branches about her like a fist. She could then feel the thorny wood push as many of its' barbs into her as it could in hopes that the paralytic venom would kick in that much sooner.-

souls: She frowned; this had to be a trick. No living plant would ever harm her, no matter who controlled it. She wasn't the Guardian for nothing, you know. She felt it touch her skin, but no barbs pierced, no venom delivered. Instead, as it wrapped around her fist, she took hold of it and turned it back into a seed, horrified to see that it was a ruined seed, nearly an abomination. Rather than pocket it, she accelerated its growth from seed to sapling to adult tree to compost, and made certain to scatter the remains as far as possible, that it not take root and return elsewhere. She stomped her foot on the tree she was sitting in, and it sent an earthmoving vibration that could nearly be heard through the entire realm, warning the earth to neither recieve nor cultivate these remains. Her father's FoxFire flared in her wings; now she was mad. He might be powerfull, but NO ONE messed with her charges! Storming from the tree, perhaps recklessly, she sought the door she saw earlier, and had handfulls of helpfull and potent seeds at the ready.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -When she came upon the door, it remained open and welcoming her in. Once inside, the door closed via the upper half of a rather skelletal golem fused to the wall. Glyphs in this room barring portal or teleport summons and travel could be sensed once the door was shut. He was sitting in what looked like a throne, his feet hanging over one arm lazily as his almost draconic tail slowly waves, tracing random designs over the floor.-

souls: Swallowing hard but putting on her most fierce face, she tried to ignore the golem and the fact that she was essentially trapped here, and said quietly. "Why did you harm that tree?" She didn't ask why he drew here here, didn't ask why he tried to poison her. She wanted to know where he got the nerve to hurt her precious charge. She'd always had a rather low sense of vulnerability, even though she was likely prey to quite a few beings. When someone harmed her charges, nothing was more ferose. She hovered above the ground, not wanting to touch anything in this building, waiting for an answer, and noting that she could hear the buzz of her own wings in the ominous silence.

inner_demon_of_chaos; you question me as if you have a say while within my domain... -He raised a brow as he looked to her, unphased by her display... perhaps even bemused. He then turned back to glance to her with his molten eyes. His deep voice seeming ageless and forboding with its' demonic undertones. twin fangs peeking beteen his lips as he spoke belied more of his demonic nature.-

souls : She answered boldly, "And you answer me as if you have a right to harm my charges. I care not about your domain, I was traveling in peace. I do not intend you harm, nor do I offer tribute. Release me, harm not the flora, and all will be well." She hoped like heck he didn't feel like trying fey for dinner, but she'd do her best to give him heartburn if worst came to worst. She knew that her only prior dealings with demons had been very sour, and she only escaped by nearly summoning the Unseelie court itself. She had a feeling that even they would do her no good here, and she would only become an abomination herself in the summoning. She stood defiant, ready to fight him to the last leaf and tendril if he refused to release her. Her FoxFire burned so brightly she should be difficult to look at.

inner_demon_of_chaos : -he only grimaced at the light, his eyes narrowing to hair thin slits as he looked at her. He was of human height but seemed far more even from a glimpse. He had no plans on eating a fey, they made his stomache churn with their sweetness... though he did perfer using them to sweeten other foods.- and comanding to boot! To think... I thought you might just be a boring whelp with some magical ties to nature. -he grinned again as translucent glowing ghostly blue chanis shot through the air from the floor, grabbing her ankles, wrists and neck.-

souls: Squeaking indignantly, she grew soapweed from the seeds in her hands and matured them, thick and ripe with their sap, and they curled around the bonds, easily slipping her dainty wrists and ankles from their restraints. She had to think for a bit about how to escape the bond about her neck...hmm...she mentally rummaged through her seeds with lightning speed, and sent an ivy vine curling through the links, hoping like heck there was a lock it could find and pop her free. In the meantime, she sent stronger kudzu vines through the links that attached to the floor, quickly attempting to pop the links and send the metal riccocheting across the floor. So he may have me collared, she thought grimly, but I'll be a pixie if he thinks he's gonna chain me to the floor! She tried not to get in the ivy's way as it sought a lock, but she struggled mightily to free her neck.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -once the bonds on her wrists slipped free, they snapped back, this time attempting to fuse to her body the way a spirit is fused to the body that acts as the host. The other vines find nothing to grow about. The air about it seemed to be toxic from the number of machines about them, and the hastened growth would quickly kill if no action was taken soon. The absense of a lock also proved to be barrier for her, the neck piece was already fusing to her to prvent any escape save for a gruesome one.-

souls : Squeaking this time in terror, she feels the wretched chains attaching themselves once more, and she finds that her vines are quite unable to help her at all, so she summons them back to seed form and pockets everything. She won't expose a single tendril more to the filth this being was putting into the air. "You release me at once you...you..." she struggled to breathe, let alone come up with a suitable epithet, "Rotten piece of no good pixie dung!" She tried to lurch forward, flying in his direction, wanting desperately to kick him if the chains were long enough to permit her to do so. She was not going to go down easy.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -he laughed openly as the mere 6 foot long chains restricted her from moving much closer to him than she already was. His booming laughter shook the air about her.- Shall I show you my toys now? -he kept his smile as two large golems built of molten rock walked from the room behind the throne. They used doors oposite of eachother and on either side of the throne. Their bodies were solid yet seemed almost like soft clay, glowing brightly in the dimly lit room.- These are my favorite ones to use on nature lovers... plants burn to ash before even reaching them... their weight makes wind useless... ice never reaches them... fire strengthens them... lightning hastens them... and cold hardens them.... -as he spoke a human skeleton trapped in one melted to cinders and flowed out the top.-

souls : She got a feral smile on her face, and her pretty features transformed from ethereal elegance to a terrible beauty. Her voice was fell and sounded from the lowest point of his castle to the highest spire. "Foul being," she said, her sonorous voice rattling the very chains she'd struggled against, "Think you that the Guardian of the Thousand Flowers can be lain low by the likes of these? I have but to give myself to the seeds to escape your evil bonds." She did not relish the idea of perishing in such a place, but the second she gave her own body to the seeds, they'd grow so quickly, so dense and so powerfully that his entire domain would be demolished in its wake; a new rainforest would be all that remained of his grounds, and would be an everlasting tribute to her sacrifice. No hint of fear or doubt lit her eyes as she glared at him, her FoxFire so bright that none of her features at all could be made out. She was simply a fireball of Nature's wrath, chained to the floor.

inner_demon_of_chaos : -he laughed once more and shook his head as he rose from his chair. He walked down to her as the chains pulled her from attacking him the mundane way, pulling her arms up and her legs down. He would have slapped her for the threat... perhaps worse... yet he merely reached over and took the seeds from her pocket, his hand closed about them, then opened again... but it was empty... using his ties to the etheral realm, he transported them via bloodport to a land more suitable for them.- Do you forget I have powers over plants here as well? -if he missed any, he didn't show any sign of noticing.- As long as I am about I may bar them from accepting that sacrifice... you may be more powerful than your' kin... but here... you are no more powerful than a squirrel in the frozen wastes of the abyss.

souls: She smiled at him, her teeth appearing sharper than they were when he first saw her. "Even a squirrel may seek refuge, even in the wastes of the abyss can shelter be found." She began straining against the chains again until she could whip them hard enough to crack against the floor. The broken necklace in her hair had likely gone unnoticed, and within it was the spirit of her dead lover, just waiting for an opportunity to be with her again. She summoned all her strength and shook it loose to the floor and smashed it with the chains, having practiced once before, allowing him to escape. "Largo," she whispered, "if at all your spirit can affect these chains, if you have any hope of my survival, do your best to free me." He was a legendary thief in his homeworld, a half Dragon who'd fallen in love with her years ago before killing himself after betraying her. His spirit was bound to the half necklace he'd given her, originally a signal that would tell her he was near. He went to work on the chains, seeking any possible method to free her, unsure if he could do anything in his present ghostly state, but doing whatever he could, employing every skill he had as a thief to attempt to free her.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -there was no way he could, the chains were magic by nature with no lock, only the one who placed them could remove them. And he seemed more keen on keeping her as his personal song bird than anything else.- Now that I see you up close... perhaps a collar would go well about that pretty neck of yours'... -a cruel grin told her he planned on collaring her anyways-

souls: Largo was helpless, and he couldn't even speak to her. He stood in front of her, as if he could at least shield her from the monster's view. His ghostly tail wrapped around her leg the way it used to. He hovered, angry, and tried to send reassuring spiritual comfort to her. Flowers was beyond angry, so angry she couldn't even cry at the futility of having smashed the only thing she had left of Largo. She clung to his spirit with her own, taking what solace she could from his presence, closing her eyes against the sight of her surroundings, her ears against the evil words of her captor. Her mind filled with the flowers he'd stolen from her, and she tried to contact someone, anyone, from Tintagel.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -As she did this his hand rose and passed through the spectral image of her lover and clasped about her neck. She should feel something akin to a burning sensation on her neck as a red light shone from under his hand, then his grip loosened and his hand fell away to reveal a glowing tattoo of a collar about her neck... one binding her to him, one that would prevent her from acting against him directly (such as attacking him) and would cause severe blinding pains should she refuse to obey him... pains that were mental and physical.-

souls: She closed her eyes and could nearly feel Largo holding her hand as she winced under the glow of the monster's hand. She would have clawed at the tattoo on her neck, but it would have done her no good. She stopped struggling and silently bade Largo leave her. She might not be able to harm this thing or save herself, but she wasn't going to let it continue to scar what was left of Largo. She willed him from her, and she could feel his immense sorrow, but he knew why she wanted him to go; she would suffer more if it occured to the thing to torment his spirit as well. He left, with promises of seeking someone, anyone, who could help. She kept her eyes closed, mouth shut, and didn't move. Her wings stopped beating, and she slowly landed in a small huddle on the floor. He wouldn't get so much as a flicker from her now. She willed herself to die, knowing no other means of escape.

inner_demon_of_chaos : -he grinned as she did this, for it made the collar glow brightly. it would then occur to her... this device would give her soul to him should she die... and being a demon... he could use her soul in the creation of an item, trapping her in it... use her as currency... or to strengthen his own body... even worse... he could then torment her undying form until his own death. But this was still only a foresight... and a possible outcome... the others were not so bright.-

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[The Forsaken Subtle Sin Saint]

souls: As she lay there, turning grey, her skin hardening, there was a loud blast from outside his lair, a Clarion call, answered by several more, until the walls themselves shook. If he had a window, he would see Largo standing beside six full size adult Black Dragons, the Black Dragon Army of Ormrland, headed by General Striker Renegade, and commanded by their blue Dragon/Crow Avian Queen, The Forsaken Subtle Sin Saint. An Avian known as a Lawgiver hovered among them, speaking for them since in full Dragon form, none of them could speak common aloud. "Captor of Millifiori, Guardian of the Thousand Flowers! Surrender her to us at once, and we will leave your domain untouched. Keep her but a second longer, and the Black Dragons of Ormrland will lay siege to your lair and not rest until you are vanquished!" The Black Dragon army was the special ops of the corps that made up Ormrland's formiddable army. Each of them were at least half as tall as his castle, and had immense strength, endurance and tactical combat training. The Lawgiver bore his Baston, which when weilded could force any and all ill gotten souls from the body(ies) they occupy, and even remove the soul of the original owner of the body, casting it into limbo. In Beyond, this would doom the villain to be consumed by Raiders; here in the common realm, it would likely banish the soul to some kind of limbo.

inner_demon_of_chaos: You come here and threaten an Archduke of Hell?...HA! You do not know who you deal with... I know of you and your' army... and know that if you so much as touch this realm... you face the full fury of the nineth... -Only one other could call upon the nineth... and that was Archemonde the Red... or... as the christians called him.... the devil.- now.... BEGONE! -he had then shot his hand at them, forcing a portal to open around them in a cube shape and close about them. Should they touch it, they would find themselves back in their own realm.-

souls:(They have the castle surrounded, lol, so a cube ring?)

inner_demon_of_chaos:(a cube per individual)

souls :Another portal opened near the Dragons but did not touch the cubes, having direct communication with the Avian seer, the Royal Consort Tien e, and being aware of what was happening. Crow Hunters poured out, one for each Dragon and the Lawgiver, and they set themselves Aside, allowing the Dragons to take over their bodies, and once the Dragons in the cubes were vacated of their own spirits, the Avians took their places. As the Dragon bodies formed outside the cubes, they charged the castle in unison, bent on destroying it. Only Subtle remained unexchanged, for she, being born an Avian but given a Dragon body when reincarnated and married to the Dragon King of Ormrland, possessed all her Avian magic, as well as Moonlight clan magic and the family black lightning magic of the Draconis royal line. She set Flowers Aside, and took her body, commanding Flowers to take her Dragon body, which was in a cube outside the castle. She felt the tattoo take hold of her Dragon form as she shifted, for the magic wouldn't transfer to Subtle's body outside as they switched, only the souls. She glared at the male figure in front of her and said, "Now then. You can release ME from your collar, or we can let this castle be destroyed right on top of us."

inner_demon_of_chaos :Do you think I care about this building? -he laughed and looked up, waiting for the bombardment to happen. He WANTED them to attack. something in his eye said it was far more dangerous to kill him then to let him live. but nothing about him hinted as to why.-

souls: She thought about it, and considered, as the first Black Dragon smashed through a wall. "Change of plans," she said, and going full Dragon, she thought to the one who burst through, "To me! Tell the rest to follow you in here, as many as can fit, and attack him! I can't attack because of the collar, but it won't prevent all of you from making him beg to release me." She wasn't going to kill him, because for all she knew, the collar couldn't be removed when he died, but she was going to make him WISH they'd kill him, at least long enough to get the damned collar removed and everyone safely back to their world.

inner_demon_of_chaos :-he stood ready for them and puffed out his chest, daring the first attacks to be made. Secretly, he was setting a pain transfer, sending any pain done to him to them... but he would take the brunt of the damage. The damage, they would find out was relative... he only received 25%-30% of the damage... they took the rest... it was part of the aura about him. And so far, only he knew what would happen upon their attacks.-

souls: Striker happened to be the first one through, and being the General, she made no bones about diving right in and trying to slam him hard to the floor. Since he seemed to be waiting for the attack, there was small chance of escaping. She had no idea why that rattled her bones so hard she roared aloud, but she wasn't going to let up. She used her huge hand to take his throat and try to squeeze as hard as she could without suffocating him entirely or breaking bones, a delicate risk only she could undertake as easily as she did.

inner_demon_of_chaos :-Her grip seemed like a minor pinch, for as she did, he grew... to match her size... then to just a head taller. His throaty chuckle was his only response other than a brutal fist flying for her face.-

souls : Her other hand flew up to catch his now enormous fist, and she couldn't understand how while choking him, she felt as though she herself was choking. The other five Dragons entered the chamber, leaving little room for their Queen, so she shifted full humanoid and landed on her feet, since she had no wings in this form. "Help her!," she shouted, now that she could speak, and they didn't have to be told twice. One Dragon sought to bite his arm off at the shoulder, while another sought to whip the being's back with his spiked tail. Yet another caught ahold of the villain's hair and attempted to yank visciously back as Striker held his throat, not enough to snap his neck, but enough to distract him. The other two Dragons caught hold of his legs and pulled in opposite directions, attempting to cause extreme discomfort in the groin area. While the pain being sent to Striker eased somewhat thanks to the efforts of her team mates (or so she thought,) they all felt the effects of their own attacks somehow, and were unable to concentrate as fully as they would have unimpeded by the dark magic.

inner_demon_of_chaos :-He laughed deeply as his wings shot open, knocking the two from his arm and hair. His claws shot out to slash the gut and neck of the one that held his throat. If she fell back for any reason, he'd spin a full 360, using his own tail to knock all those around him away... if not, he would only slap his tail from left to right then right to left, to get those behind him. Those hit by these attacks felt strands of their life get drained away... he was regenerating constantly, but this excellerated when he damaged some one.-

souls : Subtle was watching everything closely, and realized that they were only harming themselves, the more they attacked him. She watched as his claws bounced harmlessly off Striker's obsidian coloured scales, but that was about the only "harmless" thing going on here. "Stand down!" she called out, not wanting them to die for nothing. It was clear that he was capable of defeating them no matter how many attacked, so it was time to negotiate. "Stop," she said to him, holding out a shackled hand. "Enough of the senseless violence. What do you want, why did you capture Lady Millifiori in the first place? What will it take for you to cease pursuit of her, and what wage seek you for my own release?" She was no fool. She had a feeling he'd be glad to release her, in exchange for Flowers, and no way was she going to let that happen. "Start talking, tell us what you're after." Being a potent being herself, she could likely find some terms he would be willing to meet.

inner_demon_of_chaos :-he chuckled as he shrank back down to human size. His arms crossing over his unmarred chest. He looked quite proud of himself.- What I want is the one I took... I'm interested in her as a slave. -his words were almost a hiss as if it should have been obvious.-

souls : The Queen shook her mane of red hair and rolled her eyes. "Obviously that's not gonna happen, so name a term we'll actually consider." She didn't care what it took, she was NOT going to surrender Flowers.

inner_demon_of_chaos: If you fail to meet those terms, I'll take you in her place then. -His eyes narrowed with humor he saw in this... for her possition would mean he could control everything she did through her. Perhaps even forcing them to give him Flowers anyways.-

souls : She laughed, a rich deep laugh that filled his halls with supreme amused sound. "You could try...but really, why call the wrath of two planets down on yourself? Is there no other term you can name?" If he didn't come up with something acceptable, she was going to start naming her terms, and she bet he wouldn't like them a bit.

inner_demon_of_chaos : I am after a slave of high quality, and will not settle for less... so unless you have someone else just as appealing... then there is nothing you can offer me. -He knew she was going to try forcing his hand... but it mattered little to him. He was dertermined to get what he wanted.-

souls : She pretended to ponder (for really, as if she was just going to hand someone over as a high quality slave!), and said, "What would you consider "just as appealing?"

inner_demon_of_chaos: Some one of an exotic, comely, and of decent or respectable power. -he knew that last one would drive her up the wall... but honestly... if they could fend for themselves and met the rest... they only need to obey him.-

souls: She shook her head. "You misunderstand me. You will gain no slave from our quarter. You can ask some other boon, and we'll take it from there, but you will own no Dragon, no Avian, no Fey who calls me friend or family." Who did this guy think he was kidding?

inner_demon_of_chaos: Never said it had to be one of them did I? -He laughed as he surely thought lowly of her negotiation skills with demons now. Though that was the general attitude from the nineth... it was common there to think you were better than everyone else... in most cases... you'd be right.-

souls: She rolled her eyes, "Well you can't have me, and that rules out pretty much everyone I know, since we don't have any expendable exotic et cetera et ceteras..." She waved her hands in a circle, the ghostly type chains rattling merrily "So as I said, ask a boon that doesn't involve the marketing of souls or flesh."

inner_demon_of_chaos: If you can't get me one, then I have no use of you... and gain nothing in your' release. -he rolled his eyes back at her and sat back in his throne as if this was only edging his other instincts, those that demanded blood shed though he appeared in control at the moment.-

souls: She laughed, "Gain nothing? Come now, a fierce and terrible person such as yourself with no imagination whatsoever? You have a Queen of one continent, a princess of another and a practitioner of the rare Moonlight clan magic all wrapped up in one hostage, and you can't think of a single thing worth her release?" She scoffed at him, and began buffing her nails as though extremely bored.

inner_demon_of_chaos: You speak as though you forget that I have lived before the continent and shall live long after the continent is swallowed by the ocean... anything else I can obtain myself. Or do you think I am as pathetic as those who you sicced on me?

souls: Feining a yawn, she said, "I forget nothing. I just remind you that as all powerfull as you are," being sickeningly sweet at the last, "Surely you could come up with something you haven't already conquered. Something you don't already own. Something you haven't already seen." She cast a look of doubt at him, ignoring the weak attempt to incite her wrath by insulting her army. "Then again... you are a villain...they're notoriously single minded, and you know what narrow minds indicate." She let her gaze wander ever so slightly south, then back again.

inner_demon_of_chaos: Unless you wish to find out, I'd not insinuate such matters... -he smiled back almost as sweetly, but in a much more twisted sense. He wouldn't back down from his terms... a slave basicly. It need not be anyone in particular-

souls: Flittering her fingers as if waving that one away, she stopped. Someone was communicating from the outside of the castle. "A moment, then, if you please." Her eyes went solid black as she set herself Aside, but only in Aside, leaving her body behind. Striker went to guard her body, lest the demon get any funny ideas. She spoke with someone who'd been listening to everything going on inside, and had a short conference, then returned to her body. Striker moved away from her when she came back, and she said, "Very well. It would appear there IS someone who both meets your requirements and is willing to take Flower's place. You said, 'exotic, comely, and of respectable power,' did you not?" She wanted to bind him exactly to his description, so he could not change the deal once made.

inner_demon_of_chaos: A willingness to obey is also needed, neccessary really. -He made that point clear, knowing full well what happened to those who didn't stress their desires. He waited for her to say her part before the sealed the deal... if she had more to add.-

souls: She nodded absently, "Of course, of course, but before we make the exchange, you will release me from this collar. You have my honor as Queen and princess that I will make no attempt to leave this castle until I am set Aside by my replacement. You will not pursue any of us to our realm; you will not enter our realm under any circumstances, nor will you send anyone even remotely connected to you to our realm in your stead. You will not pursue Lady Millifiori, neither in this realm nor ours, nor hers, Tintagel. In essence, when this deal is completed, you don't know us, we don't know you." Preparations were being made for the exchange as she spoke, and her army filed out of the castle quietly to make sure he released Flowers and the Avians from the cubes.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -He nodded to the agreement and as he had promised the collar seemed to simply fade away. He then waited for her end of the bargain to be held up. If she broke it... his end would break and they'd be back where they were. The cubes would vanish once her replacement arived-

souls: She began to fade from view without another word, and in her place, a hooded figure with a brilliant green tail began to form. The less Subtle was, the more gemlike and exquisite was the figure that appeared in her stead. There was a hesitation, as the replacement was not going to fully materialize until the cubes were gone and the rest could return to Beyond.

inner_demon_of_chaos: -seeing this he removed the cubes and allowed those inside to leave on their own even though the cubes had teleportation built into their walls. He looked over the form and wondered about the form before him.-

souls: When Tien e informed the replacement that everyone including Flowers had made it safely to Beyond, the transfer was complete. Standing in Subtle's place was the most handsome half Dragon Beyond had ever seen; after all, the villain had said "comely," but not according to whom. In fact, this fellow should look vaguely familiar to him. One of the secrets of Moonlight clan magic was necromancy. Largo had requested that he take Flowers' place, and Subtle reincarnated him for just that purpose. Being a reincarnated half Dragon with tribal tattoos would fulfill the exotic part of the bargain. As for the "respectable power?" For a half Dragon, he had the incredibly respectable power to open any lock, any safe, anything that even smacked of an antitheft device on this planet. There were people who would kill for such a gift. "Once a rogue, always a rogue," Largo smiled, bowing quite handsomely. "It's only fair I take Flowers' place, after all the grief I caused her."

inner_demon_of_chaos: -Silently gnashing his teeth he looked the man over and crossed his arms. She had upped him once. But not all terms had to be to what he intially expected. He then grinned demonicly and looked him in the eyes.- I have a task for you...

souls: Largo grinned. "What's on your mind, boss?" He didn't mind obeying this guy, since he knew he wouldn't have to harm anyone from Beyond, Tintagel, or anyone he loved or cared about. Well, so he hoped. As easily as they'd pulled a fast one on this guy, he was bound to be mad as hell, if you'd pardon the pun. He pretended to be easy going about all this, but he was worried at some loophole Subtle may have overlooked.

inner_demon_of_chaos: There is a certain ring that belongs to me but I can't take it, for I am honorbound NOT to enter the temple the priestess keeps it in... however... you are not honorbound in the same right... you will know it when you see it... it's called the 'Puzzle Ring'... I want you to retrieve it.

souls: He grinned, the old thief in him warming to the subject. "Tell me more," he said, wondering what the Puzzle Ring was, and whether or not it would have any manner of ability to negate this guy's contract with Subtle. For all he knew, out of sight, out of mind, just as the contract stated, but he'd be damned if he was going to be foolish enough to think things would be that simple. Something crunched under his foot and he winced mentally, though showing no sign of distress outwardly; the necklace half. By agreeing to this, he had also effectively guaranteed he'd never see Flowers again as long as either of them lived. That nearly killed him again, but he had to be strong, to protect her.

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