Chapter Three: Innovative Backtracks

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

THE (drunk) ROBOT Mitchs98 Sugary_Paragraphs

A very pissed-off Anita entered the Rainy Traveller, her face covered in soot and her hair wild—which didn't match the silver cocktail dress she was wearing in the slightest. She practically slammed the door open after having steered her car in front of the shop, cast an exhausted look at Maria and Chuck, then stomped up to the counter. "Get me a beer and a Snickers bar, please," she said. Her voice quivered with obvious anger, and a few seconds later, she added; "And Bismarck. I need his dragon to set fire to three shitty-ass bars filled with shitty-ass people." There was a pause. "And a beer. Imma drink away all of this 'Mestusium slavery' bullshit until I don't remember my name." Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked from Chuck to Maria; she was already a little tipsy. "And a beer," she said again, a little stupidly, as she leaned against the counter, her arms hanging over. Screw Mestusium. Screw Boomer. Screw everyone. She was getting fucking wasted, and nobody could stop her. She walked over to the fridge, opening it as she took out a beer, lazily tossing the money at Maria.

"Keep the change. Time to get wasted," she said, opening the can and chugging the beverage down. It took her a minute to remember that she had come here for Bismarck's dragon. When she did, she had already finished her can and was starting on another one. "Eyyyyyy, 'Ria, mah maaaaan," She walked over to Maria and leaned against her. "'Ria, where's Bizzy's dragoon? Where's Bizzy? Imma blow up the whole town with him and get wasted and shit. Cool, riiiiiiight? Now where the Melonheads is he?"

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Caligula

The Unholy Father
Seated upon his embellished throne, Caligula found himself narrowing his view outside of the unlatched transom window and looking upon the gorgeous sights and sceneries of the outside vineyard that was in some measure ‘nostalgic, bringing himself spiritually closer to his childhood and the once unimpaired abode that he and his fellow siblings once spent their lives together, including his niece Bernkastel whom had randomly disappeared from the world without leaving so much as a trail behind from the sequence of events leading to her unusual exodus. Sipping from the crystal rim of his narrow wine glass while deep in thought, he couldn’t help but dwell on this fact, figuring that she hadn’t even given him the liberty of receiving a call from Bernkastel let alone something to let him know that she was alive and well. Caligula sluggishly brought his eyes to the cardinal liquid revolving around the bowl, daydreaming about the times that they’ve spent together, all eventually leading up to the day of the arson on their prior estate. “Oh Bernkastel…” He groaned, arching his back forward and covering a majority of his face with the wide-brimmed hat, his velvet locks resting gently upon his shoulders as he felt the afternoon day coming to a gradual end. “I’m not sure what i’d feel if you were hurt. Rejoice at the fact that the one person responsible for massacring the entirety of my family has reached the hands of fate or saddened at the loss of the only surviving member of my kin.” Talk about a complicated affinities between blood, Caligula wasn’t one to let trivial matters such as grudges plague his mindset but then again Bernkastel was a whole different story, patching a rough bond was something rather significant to him, maybe then he’d understand the reasoning behind the multiple deaths of his loved ones. Interrupting his engrossed recollection in the form of a series of methodical knocks a computerized android treaded itself in, making ‘clanking’ noises as it approached his throne with ease, of course another interruption, of all the times it was when he was preoccupied in his own pondering. “Yes?” Caligula asked in a boring voice, signaling an accepting response with his hand, placing it back onto the front of his thigh as he awaited a reply from the uncoordinated robot.

“Hello, Mister Caligula. You have approximately one new message from ‘Heinrich’. Would you like to access voice-mail?” His brow raised at the name, Heinrich? Lovely, some fortunate news for once! Caligula lightly smiled at the notion of having such an esteemed chamberlain working as his right-hand man, assisting in his duties while remaining to fit the role of high-standards. Honestly it was impressive to him, this individual was but one in a million compared to the rest of his servants that bend over backwards for him, built like an absolute Adonis of a man and achieving such grace and vocabulary, this was going to be intriguing he felt as he tapped his fingers onto the armrest of the throne. “Ah, no thank you. I believe that was confirmation of his soon arrival, you may depart.” With that said the android pivoted, completing a 180 degree turn and exiting the room, leaving Caligula in awe at having a fresh new helping hand and a rarity at that knowing his attainments towards providing an excellent butler status. “So, Heinrich. I believe that this will be a chance to test your worth.” Caligula chuckled to himself, finding humor in the compilation of trials that he had in store for him. Not often does he get the chance to utilize a ‘test’ but not everyone has peaked his spirit of inquiry, boasting with confidence in his soon to be servant, his pupils captured the image of the entrance gate through the security cameras. “I have faith that you’ll be the one to own up to this challenge.” Glowing within the monitor’s and sunlight’s radiance shining in, Caligula watched attentively for the burly gentleman to arrive, prepared or unprepared, Heinrich was going to exert one-hundred percent of his abilities towards the laborious obstacles soon to greet him in his path.
( Solemn Jester ~ Mentioning: Heinrich, Bernkastel. )
(Forgot to add ya Fem, sorry bout dat :c)

Spoiler: Mazzy

Masakazu Fuma ~ The Mad Dog.
Gunshots rang out like tocsin being hit repeatedly with background noises of screaming being drown out as they continued to fire, all of them impacting the Police Station’s walls, spraying chalky residue of drywall in the atmosphere and clouding the contour of nearly everyone within the office. It nearly looked as if an explosive had rocked another government establishment but on a smaller-scale as the mixture of streaks from handgun barrels and plasterboard smoke crowd the room making it nearly opaque. A few law-enforcement officers stood near the open walkway as two others approached, firearms readied and with an itchy trigger finger for anything so much as exhaling a living breath. Not a living soul could’ve ever survived that barrage of lead being sling shotted out at them, unluckily for them Masakazu wasn’t exactly what you’d deem as an ordinary ‘living’ soul, beyond the cloudy fog laid the outline of an unknown figure causing them to believe that they’d neutralized their suspect. “10-54, Suspect is possibly dead, checking vitals.” One of the officers relayed through his shoulder-connected radio, both were soon shocked to realized that the detective was strung up from the ceiling fan by his silk-tie, completely perforated in gunshot wounds from the onslaught of bullets. An unnerving sensation sunk down the backs of the officers as they recognized that Masakazu was nowhere to be soon, vanished from the scene, leaving no trace of his existence aside from the dead body strung up like Halloween decoration but there was a creeping suspicion that he was much closer than they knew, fate closed in on them as a droplet of blood came from one of the ceiling tiles, as they looked up it was too late, Masakazu dived down and landed onto the floor beneath him, his eyes piercing through them as if they were non-existent, suddenly as they were about to fire, the mad-man’s hands pushed the handguns away, recoiling them backwards with the muzzles facing the officers and the metal grips landing in his open-hands. Almost within the blink of an eye both pistols had fired, killing the two across from him before he ran forward to the three others crowding the door and shooting one in the chest while kicking the two others with a leaping dropkick., all of them colliding to the floor heavily and slightly groaning until having the unyielding feet from Mazzy crush their windpipes as he pushed himself off of them and onto his feet.

There were multiple reasonings behind the Oyabun ranking that Mr.Fuma had painstakingly earned in all of his years of the Yakuza, even gaining his own family out of it and making a name for himself in the process. His determination to get things done, pure threatening atmosphere sent off by him, and lastly his brutality that was shining through at this very moment, even Bernkastel hasn’t gotten to see him like this and for good reason, Masakazu wasn’t known for his composure but being around that love of his made him feel as if he had an obligation to being at-least stable enough to not be seen as too much of a reliability to her. Now that there wasn’t anything stopping him and having his loved one taken from him, there wasn’t anything stopping him except when he stepped out and saw a police officer with his forearm around the woman’s throat whom was in the lobby earlier with her child which was staring in utter fear at his mother being used as a human shield. “D-d-drop the weapon! I’ll kill her if you don’t!” The officer kept stuttering from fear at the picture of Masakazu standing in-front of him, wielding two chambered handguns and staring him down like a piece of meat. “Pathetic. You’re lower than I am.” Masakazu uttered, lowering the standard-issue firearms to the ground as to distract him long enough for him to promptly heave a boot-dagger at his face, dropping him like a ten on sack of elephant fertilizer as the blade entered the poor man’s eye. Both the woman and the child looked completely terrified as they saw their life flashing in-front of their very eyes, Masakazu had saved them yet, they were still scared of him. “Go.. You’re not in danger anymore… I said RUN!” He roared from his lungs causing them to flee out of the police-station in a panic with him clutching his forehead in irritation until an unknown face had arrived to greet him, but this time it wasn’t someone in a police uniform but a woman in what appeared to be a magician-kind of girl. Although he wasn’t in the mood for any card tricks what she did offer was something a bit more interesting as she displayed a wide variety of anti-personnel kind of equipment from her little stand she had set-up while he was busy knocking faces in. “Not sure if I have any money on me, I wasn’t planning on going grocery shopping today. Guess you might know what i’m looking for though, right? You wouldn’t come to someone shooting up a place if you didn’t. You’re aware of a woman named Bernkastel, correct?” Masakazu was hoping that this mysterious merchant would lead him to some sort of trail or even better Bernkastel herself.
( Mitchs98 TheHufflepuffRabbit ~ Interacting with: Keiko, Mentioning: Berny)​

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

THE PRISON Solemn Jester SidTheSkid TripTripleTimes
Bernkastel didn't seem to react much to anything Boomer said, though her lip did curl slightly at mention of giving her a bone to lick. What an annoying robot this was. But whenever she was about to snap, she just thought of how this was simply another trial and tribulation. The damn rust-bucket was almost two years old, for Lucifer's sake. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned his birthday and what he would do if people didn't sing. "A tame punishment," she responded boredly. She had done much worse than rip out someone's vocal cords, and honestly the idea of doing something much more exciting was quite appealing. She, Frederika Bernkastel, mastermind behind several schemes in Devicto Mortis, had no respect for the pathetic little rust bucket that called itself Boomer. "Here's a suggestion; stop trying to impress me with cruel punishments similar to that of my organization. It's a disgrace."

To this, Lily scoffed. Someone didn't understand the position she was in. She glanced at Hades, who smiled at her; obviously her guarding this place had gained her boss's approval. Good. She was a particularly ambitious young woman, so to her this was like a bonus. She was beaming for a second, then Hades brushed his hand in her direction. "Lily, you are dismissed to get to work. It'll be a bit of overwork, but nothing you can't handle." Lily's face fell, but she straightened up, nodding as she took out her scythe and left. Once she was gone, Hades looked back to Boomer to answer his question. "Oh, Boomer, I would, but I have a very busy life. God of the Dead, after all. I was just going to get Bridgette acquainted with my other slave, Bellatrix," He motioned towards the dog girl in the cell next door. Speaking of which, she was talking too much. Again. The god would have normally flared up, but he was so used to his lap dog doing this that he hardly reacted. "Why, yes, Bellatrix, this is Bridgette, our new cook." Bismarck trembled in response. "She's a tad shy, but that's what makes her so adorable. Bridgette, why don't you acquaint yourself with Bellatrix? You shall be working with her, after all."

Bismarck shook again, looking, terrified, at the dog girl staring at him. She had pointed out the mark on his back, which caused him to do anything to cover it up. Hades did this to every one of his slaves, then, he thought. Crap. He had to say something. Anything. And quick. The young man slowly turned to Bellatrix; he hated to make assumptions, but she appeared to be some form of an idiot. "E-Er....um.....I-I-I....umm...............................breathe, Bismarck.....uhhh.....n-n-n-nice to meet you...." He stammered, before his eyes rolled up to his skull. He fainted. Hades blinked, looking at the unconscious maid, then sent a bucket of water flying towards him. Bismarck's eyes snapped open; he groaned, sitting up. This mission was going to be harder than he thought.

 

[Solemn Jester]

Spoiler: Heinrich

Spoiler: Caligula

The Unholy Father
Seated upon his embellished throne, Caligula found himself narrowing his view outside of the unlatched transom window and looking upon the gorgeous sights and sceneries of the outside vineyard that was in some measure ‘nostalgic, bringing himself spiritually closer to his childhood and the once unimpaired abode that he and his fellow siblings once spent their lives together, including his niece Bernkastel whom had randomly disappeared from the world without leaving so much as a trail behind from the sequence of events leading to her unusual exodus. Sipping from the crystal rim of his narrow wine glass while deep in thought, he couldn’t help but dwell on this fact, figuring that she hadn’t even given him the liberty of receiving a call from Bernkastel let alone something to let him know that she was alive and well. Caligula sluggishly brought his eyes to the cardinal liquid revolving around the bowl, daydreaming about the times that they’ve spent together, all eventually leading up to the day of the arson on their prior estate. “Oh Bernkastel…” He groaned, arching his back forward and covering a majority of his face with the wide-brimmed hat, his velvet locks resting gently upon his shoulders as he felt the afternoon day coming to a gradual end. “I’m not sure what i’d feel if you were hurt. Rejoice at the fact that the one person responsible for massacring the entirety of my family has reached the hands of fate or saddened at the loss of the only surviving member of my kin.” Talk about a complicated affinities between blood, Caligula wasn’t one to let trivial matters such as grudges plague his mindset but then again Bernkastel was a whole different story, patching a rough bond was something rather significant to him, maybe then he’d understand the reasoning behind the multiple deaths of his loved ones. Interrupting his engrossed recollection in the form of a series of methodical knocks a computerized android treaded itself in, making ‘clanking’ noises as it approached his throne with ease, of course another interruption, of all the times it was when he was preoccupied in his own pondering. “Yes?” Caligula asked in a boring voice, signaling an accepting response with his hand, placing it back onto the front of his thigh as he awaited a reply from the uncoordinated robot.

“Hello, Mister Caligula. You have approximately one new message from ‘Heinrich’. Would you like to access voice-mail?” His brow raised at the name, Heinrich? Lovely, some fortunate news for once! Caligula lightly smiled at the notion of having such an esteemed chamberlain working as his right-hand man, assisting in his duties while remaining to fit the role of high-standards. Honestly it was impressive to him, this individual was but one in a million compared to the rest of his servants that bend over backwards for him, built like an absolute Adonis of a man and achieving such grace and vocabulary, this was going to be intriguing he felt as he tapped his fingers onto the armrest of the throne. “Ah, no thank you. I believe that was confirmation of his soon arrival, you may depart.” With that said the android pivoted, completing a 180 degree turn and exiting the room, leaving Caligula in awe at having a fresh new helping hand and a rarity at that knowing his attainments towards providing an excellent butler status. “So, Heinrich. I believe that this will be a chance to test your worth.” Caligula chuckled to himself, finding humor in the compilation of trials that he had in store for him. Not often does he get the chance to utilize a ‘test’ but not everyone has peaked his spirit of inquiry, boasting with confidence in his soon to be servant, his pupils captured the image of the entrance gate through the security cameras. “I have faith that you’ll be the one to own up to this challenge.” Glowing within the monitor’s and sunlight’s radiance shining in, Caligula watched attentively for the burly gentleman to arrive, prepared or unprepared, Heinrich was going to exert one-hundred percent of his abilities towards the laborious obstacles soon to greet him in his path.
( Solemn Jester ~ Mentioning: Heinrich.)

Spoiler: Mazzy

Masakazu Fuma ~ The Mad Dog.
Gunshots rang out like tocsin being hit repeatedly with background noises of screaming being drown out as they continued to fire, all of them impacting the Police Station’s walls, spraying chalky residue of drywall in the atmosphere and clouding the contour of nearly everyone within the office. It nearly looked as if an explosive had rocked another government establishment but on a smaller-scale as the mixture of streaks from handgun barrels and plasterboard smoke crowd the room making it nearly opaque. A few law-enforcement officers stood near the open walkway as two others approached, firearms readied and with an itchy trigger finger for anything so much as exhaling a living breath. Not a living soul could’ve ever survived that barrage of lead being sling shotted out at them, unluckily for them Masakazu wasn’t exactly what you’d deem as an ordinary ‘living’ soul, beyond the cloudy fog laid the outline of an unknown figure causing them to believe that they’d neutralized their suspect. “10-54, Suspect is possibly dead, checking vitals.” One of the officers relayed through his shoulder-connected radio, both were soon shocked to realized that the detective was strung up from the ceiling fan by his silk-tie, completely perforated in gunshot wounds from the onslaught of bullets. An unnerving sensation sunk down the backs of the officers as they recognized that Masakazu was nowhere to be soon, vanished from the scene, leaving no trace of his existence aside from the dead body strung up like Halloween decoration but there was a creeping suspicion that he was much closer than they knew, fate closed in on them as a droplet of blood came from one of the ceiling tiles, as they looked up it was too late, Masakazu dived down and landed onto the floor beneath him, his eyes piercing through them as if they were non-existent, suddenly as they were about to fire, the mad-man’s hands pushed the handguns away, recoiling them backwards with the muzzles facing the officers and the metal grips landing in his open-hands. Almost within the blink of an eye both pistols had fired, killing the two across from him before he ran forward to the three others crowding the door and shooting one in the chest while kicking the two others with a leaping dropkick., all of them colliding to the floor heavily and slightly groaning until having the unyielding feet from Mazzy crush their windpipes as he pushed himself off of them and onto his feet.

There were multiple reasonings behind the Oyabun ranking that Mr.Fuma had painstakingly earned in all of his years of the Yakuza, even gaining his own family out of it and making a name for himself in the process. His determination to get things done, pure threatening atmosphere sent off by him, and lastly his brutality that was shining through at this very moment, even Bernkastel hasn’t gotten to see him like this and for good reason, Masakazu wasn’t known for his composure but being around that love of his made him feel as if he had an obligation to being at-least stable enough to not be seen as too much of a reliability to her. Now that there wasn’t anything stopping him and having his loved one taken from him, there wasn’t anything stopping him except when he stepped out and saw a police officer with his forearm around the woman’s throat whom was in the lobby earlier with her child which was staring in utter fear at his mother being used as a human shield. “D-d-drop the weapon! I’ll kill her if you don’t!” The officer kept stuttering from fear at the picture of Masakazu standing in-front of him, wielding two chambered handguns and staring him down like a piece of meat. “Pathetic. You’re lower than I am.” Masakazu uttered, lowering the standard-issue firearms to the ground as to distract him long enough for him to promptly heave a boot-dagger at his face, dropping him like a ten on sack of elephant fertilizer as the blade entered the poor man’s eye. Both the woman and the child looked completely terrified as they saw their life flashing in-front of their very eyes, Masakazu had saved them yet, they were still scared of him. “Go.. You’re not in danger anymore… I said RUN!” He roared from his lungs causing them to flee out of the police-station in a panic with him clutching his forehead in irritation until an unknown face had arrived to greet him, but this time it wasn’t someone in a police uniform but a woman in what appeared to be a magician-kind of girl. Although he wasn’t in the mood for any card tricks what she did offer was something a bit more interesting as she displayed a wide variety of anti-personnel kind of equipment from her little stand she had set-up while he was busy knocking faces in. “Not sure if I have any money on me, I wasn’t planning on going grocery shopping today. Guess you might know what i’m looking for though, right? You wouldn’t come to someone shooting up a place if you didn’t. You’re aware of a woman named Bernkastel, correct?” Masakazu was hoping that this mysterious merchant would lead him to some sort of trail or even better Bernkastel herself.
( Mitchs98 TheHufflepuffRabbit ~ Interacting with: Keiko, Mentioning: Berny)​

Heinrich Saedor first day on the job

He stared at the sidewalk fiercly, almost as if he were about to go to battle. The thought may have seemed preposterous to some, but not to Heinrich. He knew in his line or work especially, first impressions meant everything. The silence around him was eerie. It seemed not many came around this area. Why wasn't important, it didn't matter. Heinrich made sure never to question his master's. He was just grateful to get work. If they had dark secrets, or dealing with unsavory types then that was their business. Only when they made it his business would the masculine butler second guess them.


But for not he had an appointment to keep. Hopefully Mister Caligula had gotten his message. He still wants exactly sure it sent. He was terrible with electronics. His achellies heel you might say. As if he had spit on the grave of their ancestors they always seemed to have some kind of vendetta against him. Which usually ended in them somehow getting destroyed. Whether through actions of his own, or by accident. His luck with technology just never seemed to improve. Heinrich stoped, glaring up at the massive entrance gate. It was truly magnificent, there was no doubt in Heinrichs mind that Caligula was a man of Noble blood. He stepped forward, and searched for some manner to buzz in with. If there were such a thing he would use it to enter. If not he'd just open the gate and step in.




Ghost

Somewhere far off atop a old warehouse worn down by time several thugs had gathered to celebrate a heist. As well as brag about those they had hurt, as if it where anything to be proud of. They sat drinking, and counting their stolen cash. Dirty money, that's what it was, dirty like the streets of this nameless city. A city that once had a name, but that name was lost to the corruption. Forgotten over time due to the vile people who lived in it commiting horrid crimes, and laughing about it, thriving in it. Crime had become a way of life here. But that was to be expected, after all this place was ruled by the devil himself. The angel of the pit, Beelzebub, whatever you wanted to call him. He was a asshole who brought everything to shit for no other reason that that he could. But that would stop all in good time. But first....

Thug: "Haha did you see that fat pathetic nerd? Next time we see him we should kick his ass twice as hard. Maybe knock out his teeth so we don't have ta listen to that stupid shit he was spouting."

Thug 2:"Yeah it was real funny kicking his ass, but how about next time you get his fat ass off me sooner. I think I strained my back with that lard ass on me."

Thug 3:"It ain't our fault your dumbass wasn't looking when he leapt on you. Maybe be a bit more careful, if that was a cop, or anyone serious we'd have left your ass."

Thug 1: "Yeah just be lucky it was only some nerd Hahaha!"

The thugs all laughed, they found their crime amusing. They couldn't have been more than teenagers. Yet they were already criminals. Stealing from a comic store was the least of their crimes, and if they had any idea of what was looming over them in the shadows. They might just have changed their ways, regretted their past mistakes. Tried to make amends, but no..It was to late for that. They had sinned, and those who sinned soon found themselves dealing with ghost.


There was a sudden movement, and one of the thugs turned his head in response. A paranoid look on his face.

Thug 2:"Yo did you guys just see something?"

Thug 1:"Haha oh what? Worried that big boys gonna come back to spoon?"

Thug 2: *shoves thug 1* "Shut up ya dumbass I'm serious I saw something moving over there in the shadows!"

Thug 3:*nonchalantly waves his hand counting his money* "Oh don't be a bitch, it's nothing. Probably just a rat or some shit. Ain't no one comes out here besides us anyway."

Thug 2: "Yeah..But still, you never know what kind of shit you'll find in hell city. After all the devil's our mayor haha!"


But when the second thug turned to his friends they where laughing. No they where staring shocked behind him," haha... Umm you guys okay? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." The second thug asked, before a shiver went down his back, as something landed behind him. He slowly turned, before he found himself facing a large masked man armed to the teeth, and staring down at the thug. It was impossible to tell with the mask, but anyone who was around could have sworn he was glaring down at the thug with enough hatred to melt holes in steel. The figured simply leaned forward the thug shaking in fear, but not daring to move from his spot. Then in a eerie dead voice, as if the echoes of spirits where speaking through him the figure said.

"They did,"
Suddenly the thug grabbed the baseball bat near him, and struck at the figure. Who blocked to with his arm, grabbing the bat. He held it as if the thug was nothing but a baby. Which at this point the thug was about ready to roll over and cry like one. He let go of the bat backing away cautiously. Never taking his eyes off of the man. The man titled his head, rotating the wrist of the arm that had been struck, then cracking his fingers. He walked towards the three thugs but was meet with another attack. This time with a 2x4, which the man was quick to dodge before sending a hard kick to the thugs side. With a single kick the thugs ribs could be heard cracking. The thug dropped the 2x4, and grabbed his side before receiving another kick to the jaw. The kicks where delivered with such speed, power, and prescision that the thug was sent flying through the air cutting flips as he did so. The other thugs gulped, before turning and running towards the exit.

Ghost rolled his non visable eyes shaking his head."They never learn do they? You can't escape a Ghost."He said suddenly appearing infront of them. It almost seemed like teleportation, but in truth he had just used his grappling hook, speed, and agility to propel himself through a window and infront of the thugs. He struck on hard in the face, blood flying off him as his nose turned into a squashed tomato. Then he hit him with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head knocking him out. Suddenly ghost grabbed the last thug by the collar slamming him against the warehouse wall. His grip solid, and his voice filled with a icy blood chilling fury.

"Tell me where you get your drugs from or I'll end you, and trust me it won't be pleasant."


After he had encouraged the thug to give him the info he wanted, he put him down for a nap. Then he left a tip to some cops he knew would take care of the thugs properly. He shot his grappling hook onto the roof, and landed gracefully not saying a word as he sat planning his next attack. This city would be cleansed, even if he had to burn it down to do so.
SidTheSkid

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Bellatrix

The Hell Hound ~ Bellatrix Cerberus
Bellatrix sprightly as always was unquestionably elated with how the afternoon was progressing, spending a majority of this sensational day with the God of Death whose appearance in general made her wobbly knees weak especially when it came to his magnificent eyes that were similar to daggers being pierced deep into her beating heart, plus the addition of his charismatic diction which would lure nearly anyone into a false sense of gratification, she knew it had to have been somewhat realistic for her! Even if he had numerous laborious slaves that were bound to his whimsy, none of them were suited or capable of achieving the role of a subservient lapdog that’s able to follow him wherever, at-least when he’s in a good mood and not wanting to be irritated! But to top it off he had a chiseled body that complimented his authoritative power and commanding tone which let anyone in the vicinity knew that he was the leader of the pack, the head-honcho, or the one in charge. Never did he seemed to demoralized even if dealt the worst of cards, always remaining calculating and playing his pawns to such precision which gains him the ultimate checkmate, listening to his deep voice proliferate the atmosphere once more, uttering her name ‘Bellatrix’ in a soothing fashion made her melt like butter, sending quivers in the bottom of her lip as he looked at him dazed. As if he didn’t play her heart-strings like a masterful violin player the way he reacted to the constant blabbering relaying out of her mouth was with benevolence, not scolding her for being a motor-mouthed moron with a knack for never shutting up but with kindness. “He..heh.. I see, you always know how to choose them Hades. Not surprising coming from someone as formidable and amazing as you.” She voiced, impressively managing to perform a well-collected sentence without stumbling over words continuously aside from the first portion which had resulted from the love-filled emotions she had been exhibiting, Bellatrix was beyond manipulated by his ways, if it were a cartoon she’d been in then the shape of her iris would be in the form of hearts when watching Hades comment on her. Snapping out it, Bellatrix focused back on Bismarck who was shaking like a timid miniature canine, tail between its legs and all! New cook? He didn’t seem like much of a chef but judging from his face he must’ve been knowledgeable in a multitude of things, maybe this included cooking?

“Gotcha Boss! I’ll make sure she’s A-oookaay!” Suddenly a glimmer of light sprang out from the busty chest of the subservient woman, blinding her figure from the visible eye in a shade of egg-white but not radiant enough to become too much for the eye to withstand, seconds passed as the contour of Bellatrix twisted around, outlines being bent in peculiar ways as the height of which she once stood decreased rapidly to the point where she was no more than the size of a small calculator. Once the blaze had diminished, a common house-mouse had became visible except it had eyes that brewed a darkish red. Crawling along, squeaking in its hushed voice whilst it snugly squirmed through the tightened iron bars eventually wiggling its way onto the opposite side and into ‘Bridgette’s cold chamber before edging its way up t o him, only to have a shroud of smoke peel out from its body and poof back into Bellatrix whom was a hand’s length away from Bismarck’s face. “HI THERE!” She obtrusively announced, having no damn near common sense that if it would scare him or not, obviously it must’ve since the poor lad began stuttering, doing his best to inject his presentation to the all too happy-go-lucky Bellatrix that was standing across from him, all until he fainted with the dense girl tilting her head in confusion at his unconscious body. “Oh crappola, Hades I think your toy is broken! It dont work!” Shaking Bismarck, Bellatrix tried to wake him up but to no avail, bringing her hand backwards she thought that the best way to wake up sleeping beauty was with the ever so tender slap with her unyielding hand but this was hastily interrupted by Hade’s bucket of water that doused both of them in frigid water. “OOooh go-good work Hades! He’s up noow.” After Stretching for a measly minute or so Bellatrix leaned her slim back against the cobblestone wall next to Bismarck, she soon slid down until the rocky wall til’ her back-end sat upon the floor. Was this one really that ‘special’? Sure not all of the slaves that the God went after were fantastic at keeping a leveled composure but this guy was all over the damn place like someone had replaced his bloodstream with mountain dew and his blood-pressure was the one taking the full beating from the consequences. Oh boy, this was going to be difficult breaking this ‘girl’ in, somehow Bellatrix would find away, if it wasn’t for her expertise in overly seductive behavior it was the lovable charm she’d give off to him that would deal him in. Knowing that she was the one to boost his morale, she looked back once more at Hades, gesturing a playful wink to inform him of the foreshadowing scheme, for someone so ‘stupid’ she was quite cunning with her craft. Without warning Bellatrix gently placed herself closer to Bismarck, adjusting herself somewhat onto him so that it was enough to make him feel uneasy and to hear if his heartbeat was rising.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Hades may seem aggressive but trust me you’ll be fine! Someone as brave as you? Strong… You can tough it out, Besides it would really impress me if you managed to get on his good-side too. There’s nothing that gets me more infatuated with a man than their bravery and their commitment.” Like that of Boa constrictor, slowly wreathing its prey… Bellatrix was using her alluring fangs to dig it into his nervous conscious, attempting to lift his spirits enough to make him seem not as hesitant with the idea of working for Hades. If that wasn’t all she reeled her gentle fingers up underneath his chin and pushed her index finger to the outer-extremity of his chin as she pressed her forehead against his, her breath pushing against his skin as did the captivating body of hers. “You know… That means you’ll be working with me too, think of it. Kinda like a vacation? I’m sure your friends and family can understand how reasonable that it. I promise it won't be for long and in advance i’ll be able to teach you some things, things that you’ve only ever dreamed of.” Concluding her performance she retrieved a loosened end of her cardinal sash wrapped around her thigh, unraveling it and placing it around his neck and leaving it placed onto his shoulders, Bellatrix couldn’t help but smile from all of these half-truths spilling out from her lips, ending the encounter with a swift kiss onto his forehead before she got back up awaiting Bismarck’s response and Hades orders.
( TheHufflepuffRabbit ~ Bismarck is going to be a nervous wreck O.o) ​

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

THE LETTERMAN AND THE GOD
SidTheSkid

There were three things that drove Bismarck wild; girls with animal ears, girls in skimpy outfits, and seductive attitudes. Maria was all three of those, but gosh darn it, so was this girl. His eyes immediately drifted over to her chest as she started talking, watching it rise and fall with each breath. She slid against the wall; he quickly looked away, not wanting to seem like a pervert or something. H-He was a gentleman. He wasn't going to look at them, no matter what. He was, in fact, so focused on not looking that he didn't notice Bellatrix and Hades exchanging winks. All he knew was that she got closer to him and that his temperature was slowly rising as a result. Without meaning to, his eyes became fixated on her chest. Was it wrong that he wanted to touch them? Probably, he was married after all. He could feel his heart beating a little faster as she spoke, but his eyes were not focused on her face at all. He just kept staring, feeling worse and worse about this as it occurred. "U-Uh.....huh......" he mumbled dazedly, hearing her words but not fully processing them. His brain was off in Pervert Land and nobody could stop him. He didn't even bother to think about how she had suddenly appeared in this cell when she was in the cell next door just seconds ago.

Then she forced him to pay attention; he felt his chin get lifted upwards so he was making direct eye contact with her. He shuddered lightly, now listening intently to every last word. W-Working together?! His face lit up like a candle, and he remained smiling like an idiot the entire time she spoke. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, and it made his hairs stand up on end. This girl....reminded him oddly of Maria. Therefore, his mind immediately registered the girl as "safe". By the end of her performance he was breathless, completely at her mercy, and hugging the ribbon she had wrapped around him close to him. "W-Wait....." he stammered, grabbing onto her hand. "I-I-I do-don't e-e-even kn-know yo-your name....."

"This is Bellatrix Cerberus," Hades piped up cheerfully. "She's to be working with you. Alongside being my cook, you are also her new toy, so to say. She enjoys her toys very much."

"I-I-I see--" the Letterman stuttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as Hades turned to Bellatrix. He wasn't sure what to make of all this.

"Now, Bella, be good with Bridgette," Hades chided, waving his finger at her. "She cannot have any broken bones, seeing as she's my cook. Understood?"

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Captain Manga

Captain Manga ~ World's Worst Superhero.
A Gym membership would’ve been excellent by now, Yakai felt, limping slightly down the sidewalk trying to walk off the unsightly bruising he was given. Finding this thug and the rest of the bottom-feeders associate with him was priority number one! He couldn’t just let them escape, no. That’s not what the manga heroes would allow, they’d never let them go without a proper lesson in respect! Dishing out a severe whooping was the only way these miscreants would learn from the error of their ways! Yakai was hoping that he had practiced his Captain Manga lines well enough to perform a brilliant opening speech to them before getting into the fray of things as the best of vigilantes always needed a self-reflecting or directive deliverance to the foes he will meet with his fists, it’s basically the top things within vigilante etiquette Twisting turns and narrowing alleyways later, Yakai found himself eventually meeting an old brick warehouse, fitted with the creepy ambience of a stereotypical haunted-house mansion, shattered windows complemented with vines crawling up the side of the building and clutter forming around the creeks and crevices, this place was practically an advertisement for “Nopeville!” ! Once the random hooligan approached the barred door, a small security latch opened revealing a pair of eyes that looked down confirming if it was safe, this was most definitely their headquarters and what a slimeball of a place too. As they entered, Yakai decided it was time to stalk his prey, stealth-mode! Unfortunately being as big as he was, creeping around wasn’t exactly suitable for him as he stumbled over aluminum trash-cans, fumbled his feet through noisy broken glass, you name it! All before pressing his back against the wall near an open window that gave way to a perfect vantage point of the meeting. “Heh-heh, I still got it.” Despite being as obnoxiously loud as a freight train, somehow the thugs were uninterested with the noise outside or had just not been paying attention being focused with their work, damned muscle heads must’ve been so cheerful from their recent string of robberies judging by the looks on their faces. Yakai felt his fingers coiling up as he watched them ridicule him, mocking his glorious ‘big-boned’ physique as they all bragged nonchalantly about the rest of their horrendous crimes against the civilians of Hell City. Those bastards were going to pay, maybe not with their lives but they sure were going to get one heck of an ass-kicking that’s for sure.

“You can do this Yakai, you’re Captain Manga! The greatest superhero in the world, just think of all the sweet Asian babes you’re going to get if you do this!” He whispered, motivating himself as he slid through the open window, touching his feet with the ground and hiding behind one of the many crates before feeling something odd brush past him, like that of a person but more of a transparent shadow swiftly blowing through like the wind, Yakai thought this was just a figment of his imagination and simply brushed it off when he took concealment behind one of the crates, peeking over as his nosy self with gaping eyes awaiting for his move to surprise these bad dudes but to his amazement him and the criminals were not alone as a mysterious force had entered, making things a bit more interesting as he lept out of the shadows behind one guy making them all look like a bunch of terrified toddlers just from his appearance alone but his voice, that voice! It was like one of those all too serious manga characters! Seeing Ghost hand a well-deserved beating to all of them made Yakai leap to his feet still covered by the shadows but filled with excitement as he gestured a bunch of pretend jabs, kicks, and so forth as if he were mocking him like some child watching an action movie. “Holy shit this guy’s a badass!” Yakai sounded off seeing him repel upwards with a grappling hook after interrogating the last thug whom was practically urinating himself in fear before spilling out all of his plans, apparently being connected to a much bigger organization. No way, a criminal enterprise lead! This way all that Captain Manga could hope for and with another vigilante like that, both of them could team up and kick baddy ass, awesome! “I need to get to him!” Yakai barrels out of hiding, rushing to where Ghost had repelled only to kick the unconscious man in the ribs as a reminder not to mess with Captain Manga as well before sprinting to the stairway that lead up to the roof, putting on his Captain Manga uniform while barely catching his breathe. This might’ve been the greatest occasion of all time but the running kinda made it a bit sucky, he couldn't quit though, he had to meet this mysterious figure! Out of oxygen in his lungs, he gave one last effort-filled push to the rooftop door and collapsed to the ground, sighing in relief seeing Ghost contemplating his next move on the roof-top. “Ugh, the- there you are. Yo- you don’t know how many… Stairs there were.” Yakai huffed. Exercise was the least of his worries as he wanted to make a glorious impression of himself and laying on the floor beaten wasn’t doing anything for him. Pushing himself off the ground he struck a recoil-inducing pose showing his cape that was completely decaled in anime girls. "You may not know who I am.. But I am what strikes fear into the hearts of criminals, you may call me… CAAAPPTAAAIN MANGA! I believe I owe you a thank you for dispatching those peons for me, I could’ve handled them but someone as courageous and as capable as you, i’m sure both of us can work together to take care of these ne'er do wells!” Yakai shifted his palms onto his side, laughing heroically with Ghost most likely staring at him in confusion.
( Solemn Jester ~ Interacting with Ghost)​

 

[Solemn Jester]

Spoiler: Boomer

THE PRISON Solemn Jester SidTheSkid TripTripleTimes
Bernkastel didn't seem to react much to anything Boomer said, though her lip did curl slightly at mention of giving her a bone to lick. What an annoying robot this was. But whenever she was about to snap, she just thought of how this was simply another trial and tribulation. The damn rust-bucket was almost two years old, for Lucifer's sake. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned his birthday and what he would do if people didn't sing. "A tame punishment," she responded boredly. She had done much worse than rip out someone's vocal cords, and honestly the idea of doing something much more exciting was quite appealing. She, Frederika Bernkastel, mastermind behind several schemes in Devicto Mortis, had no respect for the pathetic little rust bucket that called itself Boomer. "Here's a suggestion; stop trying to impress me with cruel punishments similar to that of my organization. It's a disgrace."

To this, Lily scoffed. Someone didn't understand the position she was in. She glanced at Hades, who smiled at her; obviously her guarding this place had gained her boss's approval. Good. She was a particularly ambitious young woman, so to her this was like a bonus. She was beaming for a second, then Hades brushed his hand in her direction. "Lily, you are dismissed to get to work. It'll be a bit of overwork, but nothing you can't handle." Lily's face fell, but she straightened up, nodding as she took out her scythe and left. Once she was gone, Hades looked back to Boomer to answer his question. "Oh, Boomer, I would, but I have a very busy life. God of the Dead, after all. I was just going to get Bridgette acquainted with my other slave, Bellatrix," He motioned towards the dog girl in the cell next door. Speaking of which, she was talking too much. Again. The god would have normally flared up, but he was so used to his lap dog doing this that he hardly reacted. "Why, yes, Bellatrix, this is Bridgette, our new cook." Bismarck trembled in response. "She's a tad shy, but that's what makes her so adorable. Bridgette, why don't you acquaint yourself with Bellatrix? You shall be working with her, after all."

Bismarck shook again, looking, terrified, at the dog girl staring at him. She had pointed out the mark on his back, which caused him to do anything to cover it up. Hades did this to every one of his slaves, then, he thought. Crap. He had to say something. Anything. And quick. The young man slowly turned to Bellatrix; he hated to make assumptions, but she appeared to be some form of an idiot. "E-Er....um.....I-I-I....umm...............................breathe, Bismarck.....uhhh.....n-n-n-nice to meet you...." He stammered, before his eyes rolled up to his skull. He fainted. Hades blinked, looking at the unconscious maid, then sent a bucket of water flying towards him. Bismarck's eyes snapped open; he groaned, sitting up. This mission was going to be harder than he thought.

Boomer

Boomer yawned his lens rolling like a person person might roll their eyes. He found the fact that Bern thought he was trying to impress her completely ridiculous. Sure she was pregnant with his child, and she was his former boss/lover. Sure he still nailed her from time to time simply because he could. Sure he still was a bit head over heels for her. But that was completely irrelevant to why he did what he did. He was programmed to be an asshole after all, for some odd reason his mother found this appropriate. Maybe she was trying to give Yozaku a bit more personality. He was pretty bland after all," Haha, you're cute lil pet aren't you!? You must really want that bone. Well if I don't have anything to do later I'll be sure to play with you."

After he finished his taunting of Bern he turned to Lord of the expired fleshies. He walked over to Hades, chuckling happily." Oh don't worry I'll take good care of the fresh meat. You sure you can't stay? I mean come on, you're the god of the dead. You can spare a few moments to relax, I'm sure the dead can handle themselves." Boomer said nudging Hades with his elbow playfully."Come on, live on the Boomer side of life buddy."
If Hades refused him Boomer would simply sigh, and shrug saying," oh well." If he accepted he would raise a arm, Pat Hades on the back and give a hearty "oh yeah!" He then wrapped a arm around Hades in a friendly manner. "So, give me the details. What do you want me to train Bridgette for? Sex slave, servant, want me to break her spirit so she's as obediant as the mongrel over there? I can do whatever you like yeaaaaaaah."
He said chuckling menacingly once more, at the thought of training another slave.


TheHufflepuffRabbit

Spoiler: Ghost

Spoiler: Captain Manga

Captain Manga ~ World's Worst Superhero.
A Gym membership would’ve been excellent by now, Yakai felt, limping slightly down the sidewalk trying to walk off the unsightly bruising he was given. Finding this thug and the rest of the bottom-feeders associate with him was priority number one! He couldn’t just let them escape, no. That’s not what the manga heroes would allow, they’d never let them go without a proper lesson in respect! Dishing out a severe whooping was the only way these miscreants would learn from the error of their ways! Yakai was hoping that he had practiced his Captain Manga lines well enough to perform a brilliant opening speech to them before getting into the fray of things as the best of vigilantes always needed a self-reflecting or directive deliverance to the foes he will meet with his fists, it’s basically the top things within vigilante etiquette Twisting turns and narrowing alleyways later, Yakai found himself eventually meeting an old brick warehouse, fitted with the creepy ambience of a stereotypical haunted-house mansion, shattered windows complemented with vines crawling up the side of the building and clutter forming around the creeks and crevices, this place was practically an advertisement for “Nopeville!” ! Once the random hooligan approached the barred door, a small security latch opened revealing a pair of eyes that looked down confirming if it was safe, this was most definitely their headquarters and what a slimeball of a place too. As they entered, Yakai decided it was time to stalk his prey, stealth-mode! Unfortunately being as big as he was, creeping around wasn’t exactly suitable for him as he stumbled over aluminum trash-cans, fumbled his feet through noisy broken glass, you name it! All before pressing his back against the wall near an open window that gave way to a perfect vantage point of the meeting. “Heh-heh, I still got it.” Despite being as obnoxiously loud as a freight train, somehow the thugs were uninterested with the noise outside or had just not been paying attention being focused with their work, damned muscle heads must’ve been so cheerful from their recent string of robberies judging by the looks on their faces. Yakai felt his fingers coiling up as he watched them ridicule him, mocking his glorious ‘big-boned’ physique as they all bragged nonchalantly about the rest of their horrendous crimes against the civilians of Hell City. Those bastards were going to pay, maybe not with their lives but they sure were going to get one heck of an ass-kicking that’s for sure.

“You can do this Yakai, you’re Captain Manga! The greatest superhero in the world, just think of all the sweet Asian babes you’re going to get if you do this!” He whispered, motivating himself as he slid through the open window, touching his feet with the ground and hiding behind one of the many crates before feeling something odd brush past him, like that of a person but more of a transparent shadow swiftly blowing through like the wind, Yakai thought this was just a figment of his imagination and simply brushed it off when he took concealment behind one of the crates, peeking over as his nosy self with gaping eyes awaiting for his move to surprise these bad dudes but to his amazement him and the criminals were not alone as a mysterious force had entered, making things a bit more interesting as he lept out of the shadows behind one guy making them all look like a bunch of terrified toddlers just from his appearance alone but his voice, that voice! It was like one of those all too serious manga characters! Seeing Ghost hand a well-deserved beating to all of them made Yakai leap to his feet still covered by the shadows but filled with excitement as he gestured a bunch of pretend jabs, kicks, and so forth as if he were mocking him like some child watching an action movie. “Holy shit this guy’s a badass!” Yakai sounded off seeing him repel upwards with a grappling hook after interrogating the last thug whom was practically urinating himself in fear before spilling out all of his plans, apparently being connected to a much bigger organization. No way, a criminal enterprise lead! This way all that Captain Manga could hope for and with another vigilante like that, both of them could team up and kick baddy ass, awesome! “I need to get to him!” Yakai barrels out of hiding, rushing to where Ghost had repelled only to kick the unconscious man in the ribs as a reminder not to mess with Captain Manga as well before sprinting to the stairway that lead up to the roof, putting on his Captain Manga uniform while barely catching his breathe. This might’ve been the greatest occasion of all time but the running kinda made it a bit sucky, he couldn't quit though, he had to meet this mysterious figure! Out of oxygen in his lungs, he gave one last effort-filled push to the rooftop door and collapsed to the ground, sighing in relief seeing Ghost contemplating his next move on the roof-top. “Ugh, the- there you are. Yo- you don’t know how many… Stairs there were.” Yakai huffed. Exercise was the least of his worries as he wanted to make a glorious impression of himself and laying on the floor beaten wasn’t doing anything for him. Pushing himself off the ground he struck a recoil-inducing pose showing his cape that was completely decaled in anime girls. "You may not know who I am.. But I am what strikes fear into the hearts of criminals, you may call me… CAAAPPTAAAIN MANGA! I believe I owe you a thank you for dispatching those peons for me, I could’ve handled them but someone as courageous and as capable as you, i’m sure both of us can work together to take care of these ne'er do wells!” Yakai shifted his palms onto his side, laughing heroically with Ghost most likely staring at him in confusion.
( Solemn Jester ~ Interacting with Ghost)​

Ghost
The shadowy figure had been in to much of a rush to pay any attention to any hidden onlookers. Otherwise he might have spotted the large nerdy guy watching from the shadows. He had gotten the location of the drug lord. A local ceo of a nearby weapons pushing company. He was distributing drugs on the side, under the noses of the other ceos, and those above him. Making a little pocket change so he could better afford his expensive lifestyle. Ghost was probably going for him tonight. That was unless some unforeseen circumstances happened to arise.



With that thought there was a sudden heavy breathing, and lots of loud noises. Ghost turned around right as a large figure lugged itself up the stairs. After a moment of watching the large figure have a asthma attack he listened to the ridiculous introduction. He ran at him, delivering a swift kick to the gut, and sending him toppling back down the stairs. He looked down watching to make sure the guy stayed down. He also found it amusing watching the big guy bounce. He wanted to make sure the guy didn't follow him. He really didn't need and noobies riding his coattails.



If Yakai did come back up Ghost would roll his eyes, and cross his arms. Then quickly aim one of his two pistols at Yakai."Listen captain feggit. I don't need you to follow me around like a lost puppy. I have enough trouble without you dragging me down." Ghost pushed his finger into the thick meaty chest of Captain manga. Shoving him backwards," so why don't you go home and watch some anime, or some shit! Because I'm really not in the mood kid?"He then turned around and prepared to leave. Taking out his grappling gun, and aiming it at a nearby building preparing to swing away.


SidTheSkid

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Cerberus

The Hell Hound ~ Bellatrix Cerberus
Played like a damn fiddle, Bismarck’s equilibrium was sinking into the pits of oblivion seeing that busty ‘wolf girl’ position herself erotically upon his lap as if to persuade him from leaving the side of Hades, obedient servitude was always the perfect slice of servitude in Hades eyes as a demoralized slave tends to be more of a depressive atmosphere that affects everyone around them, in a sense being a ‘Debbie Downer’. Daily routines such as this didn’t bother Bellatrix in the slightest as it was just another day with Hades, manipulating slaves to make them fit more comfortably in his everlasting grip. There was something about this one, this slave’s expression was difficult to read through due to his blush complexion that screamed perverted innocence but the eyes masking his soul exclaimed inner-strength, a similar to glare to Hades but friendly? Unlike the rest of the slaves, there was a certain warmth on her skin that she had not felt in a long time although any kind of feelings were nil to Bismarck but knowing the potential behind this one, it was best to keep a very close eye on him. Heck, maybe just to seduce him too, as dominant as Hades was it’s always nice to have the roles reserved! Bellatrix’s face gleamed with perversion while being lost in dream-land, soon broke free by him once he snatched ahold of her hand. Flinching just a smidgen before realizing that it was a very friendly gesture, almost too kind, his hands felt like velvet, so smooth but with that percentage of roughness that felt somewhat manly. As she was about to interject, Hades piped in and introduced miss Bellatrix including the duties she’ll be performing alongside him as his ‘slave supervisor’. Heh, what a treat, this person was going to be partnered with a master seductress? So many playful and mischievous ideas swirled through the mind of the deviant girl like a twister, this was going to be beyond entertaining! To add a bit of icing on the cake, Bellatrix swooped the small-framed Bismarck onto his feet giving him a tempestuous lick from the bottom of his chin to the pinnacle of his bottom lip before effortlessly placing her left arm underneath his legs, knocking him off balance only to carry him as she leisurely strolled up to the locked cell door while giving that gorgeous god a nod to his comment involving ‘Bridgette’.

Broken bones? Oh come on, she knew she wasn’t gonna hurt him unless he tried to escape but knowing how much influence she has on him it shouldn’t be too much of a hassle keeping him on a leash. “Okie dokey! Ooh! Bridgette? So pretty but just remember that if you try to escape i’ll have to do something that even I will regret! Wouldn’t want to waste a nice handsome piece of meat like you.” She whistled, taking one step backwards before bringing her full-weight into extending a foot against the reinforced prison door and completely blasting it right off the hinges from the excessive amount of pressure causing it to embed itself within the opposing walls. “Huhueh, i’m gonna get to play with Bridgggy!” Merriment filled her posture as she swayed methodically from side to side carrying Bismarck, this day was going to be absolutely splendid! She had to wonder if she/he was actually a really good cook, Bellatrix hoped so or else she’d probably be cooking him in a pot instead and that’d be no good! “Deepest apologies my iron-balled bud, but this wacky trap is ours now! Me and him need to spend some personal time together so I can show him what kind of food Hades enjoys! OOOO especially those sugar pancakes that he so enjoys! C’mon let’s go, you could probably teach me stuff too, wooo!” Swept off his feet mentally and physically, Bismarck wass lugged around like a light piece of furniture with a happy-go-lucky dog girl cradling him back and forth as if she was given an oversized bone.
( TheHufflepuffRabbit Solemn Jester )

Spoiler: Caligula

The Unholy Father ~ Caligula
Delightful, Heinrich! The man of the evening had bestowed his elegance at the front of Caligulas manor, patiently posted outside whilst wearing attire equivalent to the host of a prosperous banquet, yet still maintaining a factor of intimidation from his hard-bodied physique. As if Adonis had been outfitted with a suit and tie, chiseled from top to bottom with a face that was like one-hundred bucks. Taking but a moment to respond, Caligula pushed his index finger onto the button of the intercom creating a brief buzzing of static to alleviate from nearby the gate until his voice embraced Heinrich’s ears. “Ah, splendid. You’re on time! I’m not sure if that’s regret on your face or determination! But we shall soon see, please come on and make sure to help yourself to any beverages, our maids are always eager to serve to the top-tier guests to the manor!” A series of unlocking clicks sounded off as Caligula’s voice drifted into quietude, upon the twin-doors opening the sight of a magnificent vineyard trailing with a stone pathway and a crystal-clear lake winding through parts of the acre giving off the brilliant glow the surroundings, all of this was like a paradise at first glance, rich-living was an understatement! Rarely would anyone get the luxury of stepping a foot inside unless invited which is quite a rare occurrence. Caligula clapped his palms together, his cunning grin brushing his cheeks as he observed the aspiring head of service waltz through from the video footage across from him. “How wonderful, this shall be quite the treat.”

Caligula stood, pushing himself through the double doors of his office and descending down the spiral staircase with poise radiating from his charismatic looks, after reaching the bottom he placed himself motionlessly in front of the main-entrance of the foyer room awaiting Heinrich’s arrival.
( Solemn Jester )​

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

THE GOD, THE HERMIT AND THE LETTERMAN
Solemn Jester SidTheSkid

Bernkastel rolled her eyes at everything Boomer said; that robot seemed more intent on getting her between the sheets than any other man she had dealt with. At times like these she wished that she were in the gentle arms of the man she truly loved, the person who would actually do just about anything for her, from murdering some high-profile targets to blowing up buildings. Masakazu. His very name was like butter on her tongue, something she could say repeatedly. If anything these eight days locked up as Boomer's captive had proven to her just how much she wanted to be with her madman. Her brilliant, brave madman. But for now, she was forced to endure the lifestyle of a slave. Such a pity. She stared blankly at the robot before her, thinking of a good retort. It took a moment, but when she did, she almost felt like doing a victory dance. "If I rip off that bone and toss it, will the Mad Dog come?" she asked the robot. She smirked at the very idea, returning to her lounging position as Hades, who gave her a disgusted look, responded to Boomer.

"I think I will pass, my metal minion," he said snobbishly, flipping his long black hair. "All I see here are disobedient slaves, and goodness me, I do not wish to see my Bellatrix take the same path as these...." His eyes scanned the area; his nose scrunched up. "...Savages." He watched amusedly as Bellatrix continued to flirt with Bismarck; the short man couldn't keep his eyes off of her, no matter how much he tried. He kept continuously reminding himself that he was married inside of his head; however, he couldn't hide the fact that he was already beginning to crush on the busty female. He allowed her to stand him up, shivering a little at the little lick. His stupid smile widened slightly, and it stayed like that when she hoisted him up and began carrying him out. Hades led the way to his mansion, humming Mambo Italiano the entire way, but Bismarck was out of it.

She was gorgeous. Her face, her hair, her body....everything about her was just wow. Bismarck found himself lightly clinging to her. Something about her made him feel safe, so safe, despite the fact that he was in a horrible situation. Hades continued singing as he walked, then, after about fifteen minutes, they reached his estate. A lush, gorgeous place with the hedges cut into various symbols of death, it gave off both an eerie and a homey feel. Hades had a skip in his step as he opened the door, practically shoving Bellatrix in.

"Bella~? Show Bridgette where the kitchen is for me, okay?"

 

[Solemn Jester]

Spoiler: Boomer

Spoiler: Cerberus

The Hell Hound ~ Bellatrix Cerberus
Played like a damn fiddle, Bismarck’s equilibrium was sinking into the pits of oblivion seeing that busty ‘wolf girl’ position herself erotically upon his lap as if to persuade him from leaving the side of Hades, obedient servitude was always the perfect slice of servitude in Hades eyes as a demoralized slave tends to be more of a depressive atmosphere that affects everyone around them, in a sense being a ‘Debbie Downer’. Daily routines such as this didn’t bother Bellatrix in the slightest as it was just another day with Hades, manipulating slaves to make them fit more comfortably in his everlasting grip. There was something about this one, this slave’s expression was difficult to read through due to his blush complexion that screamed perverted innocence but the eyes masking his soul exclaimed inner-strength, a similar to glare to Hades but friendly? Unlike the rest of the slaves, there was a certain warmth on her skin that she had not felt in a long time although any kind of feelings were nil to Bismarck but knowing the potential behind this one, it was best to keep a very close eye on him. Heck, maybe just to seduce him too, as dominant as Hades was it’s always nice to have the roles reserved! Bellatrix’s face gleamed with perversion while being lost in dream-land, soon broke free by him once he snatched ahold of her hand. Flinching just a smidgen before realizing that it was a very friendly gesture, almost too kind, his hands felt like velvet, so smooth but with that percentage of roughness that felt somewhat manly. As she was about to interject, Hades piped in and introduced miss Bellatrix including the duties she’ll be performing alongside him as his ‘slave supervisor’. Heh, what a treat, this person was going to be partnered with a master seductress? So many playful and mischievous ideas swirled through the mind of the deviant girl like a twister, this was going to be beyond entertaining! To add a bit of icing on the cake, Bellatrix swooped the small-framed Bismarck onto his feet giving him a tempestuous lick from the bottom of his chin to the pinnacle of his bottom lip before effortlessly placing her left arm underneath his legs, knocking him off balance only to carry him as she leisurely strolled up to the locked cell door while giving that gorgeous god a nod to his comment involving ‘Bridgette’.

Broken bones? Oh come on, she knew she wasn’t gonna hurt him unless he tried to escape but knowing how much influence she has on him it shouldn’t be too much of a hassle keeping him on a leash. “Okie dokey! Ooh! Bridgette? So pretty but just remember that if you try to escape i’ll have to do something that even I will regret! Wouldn’t want to waste a nice handsome piece of meat like you.” She whistled, taking one step backwards before bringing her full-weight into extending a foot against the reinforced prison door and completely blasting it right off the hinges from the excessive amount of pressure causing it to embed itself within the opposing walls. “Huhueh, i’m gonna get to play with Bridgggy!” Merriment filled her posture as she swayed methodically from side to side carrying Bismarck, this day was going to be absolutely splendid! She had to wonder if she/he was actually a really good cook, Bellatrix hoped so or else she’d probably be cooking him in a pot instead and that’d be no good! “Deepest apologies my iron-balled bud, but this wacky trap is ours now! Me and him need to spend some personal time together so I can show him what kind of food Hades enjoys! OOOO especially those sugar pancakes that he so enjoys! C’mon let’s go, you could probably teach me stuff too, wooo!” Swept off his feet mentally and physically, Bismarck wass lugged around like a light piece of furniture with a happy-go-lucky dog girl cradling him back and forth as if she was given an oversized bone.
( TheHufflepuffRabbit Solemn Jester )

Spoiler: Caligula

The Unholy Father ~ Caligula
Delightful, Heinrich! The man of the evening had bestowed his elegance at the front of Caligulas manor, patiently posted outside whilst wearing attire equivalent to the host of a prosperous banquet, yet still maintaining a factor of intimidation from his hard-bodied physique. As if Adonis had been outfitted with a suit and tie, chiseled from top to bottom with a face that was like one-hundred bucks. Taking but a moment to respond, Caligula pushed his index finger onto the button of the intercom creating a brief buzzing of static to alleviate from nearby the gate until his voice embraced Heinrich’s ears. “Ah, splendid. You’re on time! I’m not sure if that’s regret on your face or determination! But we shall soon see, please come on and make sure to help yourself to any beverages, our maids are always eager to serve to the top-tier guests to the manor!” A series of unlocking clicks sounded off as Caligula’s voice drifted into quietude, upon the twin-doors opening the sight of a magnificent vineyard trailing with a stone pathway and a crystal-clear lake winding through parts of the acre giving off the brilliant glow the surroundings, all of this was like a paradise at first glance, rich-living was an understatement! Rarely would anyone get the luxury of stepping a foot inside unless invited which is quite a rare occurrence. Caligula clapped his palms together, his cunning grin brushing his cheeks as he observed the aspiring head of service waltz through from the video footage across from him. “How wonderful, this shall be quite the treat.”

Caligula stood, pushing himself through the double doors of his office and descending down the spiral staircase with poise radiating from his charismatic looks, after reaching the bottom he placed himself motionlessly in front of the main-entrance of the foyer room awaiting Heinrich’s arrival.
( Solemn Jester )​

THE GOD, THE HERMIT AND THE LETTERMAN
Solemn Jester SidTheSkid

Bernkastel rolled her eyes at everything Boomer said; that robot seemed more intent on getting her between the sheets than any other man she had dealt with. At times like these she wished that she were in the gentle arms of the man she truly loved, the person who would actually do just about anything for her, from murdering some high-profile targets to blowing up buildings. Masakazu. His very name was like butter on her tongue, something she could say repeatedly. If anything these eight days locked up as Boomer's captive had proven to her just how much she wanted to be with her madman. Her brilliant, brave madman. But for now, she was forced to endure the lifestyle of a slave. Such a pity. She stared blankly at the robot before her, thinking of a good retort. It took a moment, but when she did, she almost felt like doing a victory dance. "If I rip off that bone and toss it, will the Mad Dog come?" she asked the robot. She smirked at the very idea, returning to her lounging position as Hades, who gave her a disgusted look, responded to Boomer.

"I think I will pass, my metal minion," he said snobbishly, flipping his long black hair. "All I see here are disobedient slaves, and goodness me, I do not wish to see my Bellatrix take the same path as these...." His eyes scanned the area; his nose scrunched up. "...Savages." He watched amusedly as Bellatrix continued to flirt with Bismarck; the short man couldn't keep his eyes off of her, no matter how much he tried. He kept continuously reminding himself that he was married inside of his head; however, he couldn't hide the fact that he was already beginning to crush on the busty female. He allowed her to stand him up, shivering a little at the little lick. His stupid smile widened slightly, and it stayed like that when she hoisted him up and began carrying him out. Hades led the way to his mansion, humming Mambo Italiano the entire way, but Bismarck was out of it.

She was gorgeous. Her face, her hair, her body....everything about her was just wow. Bismarck found himself lightly clinging to her. Something about her made him feel safe, so safe, despite the fact that he was in a horrible situation. Hades continued singing as he walked, then, after about fifteen minutes, they reached his estate. A lush, gorgeous place with the hedges cut into various symbols of death, it gave off both an eerie and a homey feel. Hades had a skip in his step as he opened the door, practically shoving Bellatrix in.

"Bella~? Show Bridgette where the kitchen is for me, okay?"

Boomer

Boomer rose a massive metal arm lifting up a table that the reaper Lily had previously been dancing on. He looked at Bern his lens turning red showing his sudden rage." THAT'S REALLY HOT!!!"
He said breaking the table over his mechanical knee, and turning it to splinters from the impact. He then lowered his arms, and his lens returned to normal." Oh sorry...My emotion matrix is on the fritz. I should fix that, anyway when you say the mad dog you don't mean that pathetic fool Masakazu? Was that his nickname or whatever? He should of been called the mad rat in my opinion. I mean woowee that was a face only a mother could love haha!"The large robot laughed before turning to Hades and waving him off. He hated that the god of death didn't want to stay. He would have enjoyed studying on of these fleshy gods, since he hoped to one day be the god of machines. Something he would need to prepare theroughly for.



"Oh do you mean them?" He asked pointing a large finger at Bern, and another at Emu."Oh don't worry about them. I've just yet to break them I'll be sure to do so now. It's a shame you won't be here to watch."Boomer said his voice tone turning low, dark, and rustic like static. He then turned to Erika giving her the okay sign to start the torture. He walked over to Emus cage, and opened it up. His massive frame blocking the door as he glared down at Emu. He put one massive foot forward, before suddenly snatching up Emu by the neck."Alright, so I'll let you decide where I attack the jumper cables. To your manhood, or those strange things you have on your chest. I believe they're called nipples...I always questioned why males have them. But anyway pick your poison hehehe."His lens turned a bloody red once more, this time it was far more sinister. His intentions where clearly anything but friendly. He wasn't going to kill Emu, but he was going to break him into submission. Her turned to Erika, his lens expanding as he stared at her, and Bern." Alright, you can torture Bern Erika, just don't go overboard. Otherwise I'll have to punish you."


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[Mitchs98]

Spoiler: Mazzy

Masakazu Fuma ~ The Mad Dog.
Gunshots rang out like tocsin being hit repeatedly with background noises of screaming being drown out as they continued to fire, all of them impacting the Police Station’s walls, spraying chalky residue of drywall in the atmosphere and clouding the contour of nearly everyone within the office. It nearly looked as if an explosive had rocked another government establishment but on a smaller-scale as the mixture of streaks from handgun barrels and plasterboard smoke crowd the room making it nearly opaque. A few law-enforcement officers stood near the open walkway as two others approached, firearms readied and with an itchy trigger finger for anything so much as exhaling a living breath. Not a living soul could’ve ever survived that barrage of lead being sling shotted out at them, unluckily for them Masakazu wasn’t exactly what you’d deem as an ordinary ‘living’ soul, beyond the cloudy fog laid the outline of an unknown figure causing them to believe that they’d neutralized their suspect. “10-54, Suspect is possibly dead, checking vitals.” One of the officers relayed through his shoulder-connected radio, both were soon shocked to realized that the detective was strung up from the ceiling fan by his silk-tie, completely perforated in gunshot wounds from the onslaught of bullets. An unnerving sensation sunk down the backs of the officers as they recognized that Masakazu was nowhere to be soon, vanished from the scene, leaving no trace of his existence aside from the dead body strung up like Halloween decoration but there was a creeping suspicion that he was much closer than they knew, fate closed in on them as a droplet of blood came from one of the ceiling tiles, as they looked up it was too late, Masakazu dived down and landed onto the floor beneath him, his eyes piercing through them as if they were non-existent, suddenly as they were about to fire, the mad-man’s hands pushed the handguns away, recoiling them backwards with the muzzles facing the officers and the metal grips landing in his open-hands. Almost within the blink of an eye both pistols had fired, killing the two across from him before he ran forward to the three others crowding the door and shooting one in the chest while kicking the two others with a leaping dropkick., all of them colliding to the floor heavily and slightly groaning until having the unyielding feet from Mazzy crush their windpipes as he pushed himself off of them and onto his feet.

There were multiple reasonings behind the Oyabun ranking that Mr.Fuma had painstakingly earned in all of his years of the Yakuza, even gaining his own family out of it and making a name for himself in the process. His determination to get things done, pure threatening atmosphere sent off by him, and lastly his brutality that was shining through at this very moment, even Bernkastel hasn’t gotten to see him like this and for good reason, Masakazu wasn’t known for his composure but being around that love of his made him feel as if he had an obligation to being at-least stable enough to not be seen as too much of a reliability to her. Now that there wasn’t anything stopping him and having his loved one taken from him, there wasn’t anything stopping him except when he stepped out and saw a police officer with his forearm around the woman’s throat whom was in the lobby earlier with her child which was staring in utter fear at his mother being used as a human shield. “D-d-drop the weapon! I’ll kill her if you don’t!” The officer kept stuttering from fear at the picture of Masakazu standing in-front of him, wielding two chambered handguns and staring him down like a piece of meat. “Pathetic. You’re lower than I am.” Masakazu uttered, lowering the standard-issue firearms to the ground as to distract him long enough for him to promptly heave a boot-dagger at his face, dropping him like a ten on sack of elephant fertilizer as the blade entered the poor man’s eye. Both the woman and the child looked completely terrified as they saw their life flashing in-front of their very eyes, Masakazu had saved them yet, they were still scared of him. “Go.. You’re not in danger anymore… I said RUN!” He roared from his lungs causing them to flee out of the police-station in a panic with him clutching his forehead in irritation until an unknown face had arrived to greet him, but this time it wasn’t someone in a police uniform but a woman in what appeared to be a magician-kind of girl. Although he wasn’t in the mood for any card tricks what she did offer was something a bit more interesting as she displayed a wide variety of anti-personnel kind of equipment from her little stand she had set-up while he was busy knocking faces in. “Not sure if I have any money on me, I wasn’t planning on going grocery shopping today. Guess you might know what i’m looking for though, right? You wouldn’t come to someone shooting up a place if you didn’t. You’re aware of a woman named Bernkastel, correct?” Masakazu was hoping that this mysterious merchant would lead him to some sort of trail or even better Bernkastel herself.
( Mitchs98 TheHufflepuffRabbit ~ Interacting with: Keiko, Mentioning: Berny)

Keiko HatsamuraKeiko hummed softly to herself as she watched Masakazu brutalize the police department. It was actually sort of fun to watch really, he was an effecient fighter...especially when quite a few of them were distracted by her. She wasn't exactly psychotic or anything like that, enjoying death and such, but she did find fighting entertaining. She hummed softly to herself as she waited for him to finish up, neatly organizing her weaponry as he did so. After all, presentation was half the sale~. That...and being able to just set up shop in the middle of a gun fight. That had some good advantages to. When he walked over finally her smile was still present on her lips, the girl humming softly and nodding as Bernkastel was mentioned.

"Welll I may have heard a few officers screaming about a crazy guy looking for that floaty chick." She replied. "Mmm, lemme guess, you're floaty chicks' boy toy hmm?" She asked, poking his nose with her pointer finger. "Seems about right...I mean you're strong and all...buuut she definitely seems more of a dominating mistress than some cutesy hand holding girl." She said, shrugging a little bit. "That said I do actually have some information...you proobably won't like it though~" She said in a sing song tune, reclining back in her chair and propping her feet up on the table. She rocked her head back and forth slowly, eyes closed. "I could tell ya of course....but what do you have to offer me?" She asked, peeking one eye open with a smirk that clearly portrayed just how happy she was with her current upper hand. She wasn't lying either, she did have information on possible locations as well as people involved. Could she technically sell this to the highest bidder? Yup. Would she? Quite possibly, but she'd consider Masakazu's offer at the very least.​

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Captain Manga

Captain Manga ~ World's Worst Superhero.
Discerning the unfathomable phantom of a being was breathtaking, this mysterious stranger was the absolute definition of a vigilante! Yakai nearly had to second-guess his own conscious seeing this individual swinging himself around to gaze upon his own presence, he was actually being noticed by someone who was the real-deal, how awesome is that?! Even though his facial appearance was shrouded by the camouflage that was his intimidating mask there was still a sobering indication within his pupils, almost shrinking Captain Manga’s self-confidence to the size of an insignificant ant but relinquishing attempts to become acquainted with this man was priority number one, imagining sweeping through the crime-ridden streets and swaying potential evil-doers from crime as well as putting a swift conclusion to nefarious enterprises was a dream come true, definitely outweighing any minor repercussions of attempting to communicate with this fear inducing entity. Well, that was until his expectations took a literal kicking with Yakai being on the receiving end of a gut-wrenching punt which knocked nearly all the wind that he had left which wasn’t that much from all the energy he exerted trying to climb those God-awful stairs that felt like the equivalent of making an escapade up Mount Everest but that was the last thing on his mind.

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“Graagh!” Yakai’s voice felt rattled from the forceful blow, it’s as if he was going to vomit but didn’t even have any stamina left to do so especially falling down step after step… After step. How many stairs were there?! The notion of time itself felt impeded with each tumble downward until he face-planted directly onto one of the platforms ending a quarter of the way down, thankfully he didn’t have to stressfully endure all of them again. “Damn it! What was that for?” He thought grasping his protruding belly with his thick hand, confused at the split-second decision that the figure took. “Kicking me down the stairs? Really?” Yakai was completely oblivious to his annoyance, finding himself more gallant, courageous, and exuberating justice from his pores instead of being a nuisance. Maybe this was a test! Of course it had to be, not every superhero would let a
'willy-nilly' tag-along from the gutters just chatter with them, they had to be a someone! Someone who isn’t a common everyday Joe but Captain Manga wasn’t letting this challenge slide past him, no! He was going to get back up and show him that he was worthy. “You can do this Yakai!”

Despite his muscles convulsing from weakness, he managed to push himself up off the ground, leaning the side of his large frame against the railing, using it as support as he made his way back up and through the opening of the roof-top exit. At this point, Ghost must’ve been exasperated with his intrusion as the first thing Yakai embraced with his sight was him aiming the barrel of one of his two handguns at the large man’s head. He had to admit, this situation was like nothing he’s ever gone through, maybe that comic-book store guy was right, maybe this was a lost cause but missing an opportunity would just lead to even more disappointment, Yakai had to do this, it was his destiny! His posture held steady but fright could be smelt from a mile away but his determination proved to be stronger than any unnerving thoughts as he stood his ground, even standing with confidence radiating through his form after being pushed away by just a finger, getting berated by insults was a regular day in Yakai’s life, this never affected him in the slightest but it coming from an inspirational person such as him, harsh. It was at the moment when Ghost turned around he had a choice, to risk it and gain insight on the world of vigilantism or to just go home, he went this far, why turn back now? “Hey! I know what this is. It’s a test, isn’t it? I’m not falling for it! I may not be as strong as you but hell, i’m just as deserving to be someone like you!” Unbuttoning his extra-extra-extra-extra large onyx-slated polo he revealed his displeasing front of his body before adjusting his stance into a ridiculous fighting-style that looks straight out of a martial arts movie, obviously his footing was wrong and the placement of his hands were nowhere close but he felt prideful of himself nonetheless. “Here! I got a proposition for you, if i’m able to beat you in a fair-fight you’ll teach me everything you know.. No firearms, gadgets, or improvised weapons, just your fists! Heh, I mean unless you’re too scared to take up this challenge!” After those words slipped through his mouth, there was a part of him that wished he could’ve just ate them all instead as even he knew that this was going be an ass-kicking of the century that wasn’t going to go anywhere near his favor but maybe this was his time! His time to rise up and show the world what he was truly capable of, or he was just going to get completely obliterated by some muscle-bound bad ass to the point where he’ll need to drink through a straw.

{ Solemn Jester ~ Interacting with: Ghost }
{Going to add two more posts to this, one with Bellatrix and another with Mazzy :3}

Spoiler: Bellatrix

The Hell Hound ~ Bellatrix Cerberus
Hades must’ve been so satisfied, seeing his apex slave Bellatrix ‘woo’ this unprepared poindexter of a male was simply gratifying to hias ego, giving him reassurance with Bellatrix’s expertise. After all she did learn from the best, nothing was more charismatic than the God of the Underworld and an overly attractive female serving as his right-hand to lure in unsuspecting victims like a black-widow to insects proved to be a wonderful strategy, with the added bonus of having a woman who can shape shift into the ideal preference for a selected person, she was like a damn succubus with unlimited potential. Bellatrix tried not to keep looking back but she was too distracted, Hades being amused at how well she was manipulating this feeble-composed slave was heart-warming, it was always splendid seeing him in a good mood. Although this did have disadvantages but on the positive side, Bellatrix was if not always motivated by being within range of the devilish man, seeing him made her all that more inspired to strive towards gaining his love, if she didn’t have it already. She was still a slave but she thought of it more as a title than anything else, certainly this would be the slave, the one that’ll achieve the affectionate bond she is looking for, any supposed relationship with Hades would be a potentiality if it came to dominating this Bridgette/Bismarck, as this was his most prized possession among all the workers. As they departed, the idea of future goals with her owner rushed through her mind like a brain-freeze. Maybe we’d they’d be able to adopt some children together or make some, after all his deity status did have its benefits, he was probably the only one who could impregnate her if given the chance, being together in harmony without a distance was the main objective, only thing separating her from him was that she was still considered a slave and still needed to earn her ‘keep’ but that would soon come to an end, with this gullible dork it’s nothing but a cakewalk. Bellatrix was almost too preoccupied to notice the Bismarck gradually tautening himself to her, clinging like an overly attached puppy to its mother.

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“Hehe, someone’s a bit clingy! Bet you’re feeling a bit betta’ now that ya outta’ there?” She rhetorically asked, drifting her eyes up and looking at him as she carried him around her shoulders like a bar-bell. Man, this guy made no attempts at resisting her but a false-loving ideology she offered was definitely a better proposal than being locked up in a jail-cell with the murderous psychopath that tried to steal his soul and the ‘malfunctioning’ robot jailer that wanted nothing more than to torture him which almost made Bellatrix feel a hint of sympathy for him. Never did she want to see someone truly hurt, there were times she had no choice by Hades side but nobody said that being in any sort of relationship would be ‘easy’, as long as he stayed as obedient as this, time should fly by quite swift, he’d probably even get special privileges too. This may have not been the best solution to all of this but it was the only one available but seeing it as Hades had a luxurious mansion with the best of food and services it was but a paradise, a restrained paradise but a paradise nonetheless! “Well, I say that went smooth. That dang ol’ Robo-dude was Crreeeepy though! I swear he was scanning me up and down. Good thing he didn’t harm the merchandise though, who else would make your breakfast? I mean, I can make pancakes but that’s about it! Other than that I just burn everything but it’s not my fault the instructions don’t tell me to stop adding more grease!” There was one thing about Bellatrix that could’ve been the worst of traits she had, the continuous rambling which lasted nearly all the way to the estate. Only to end with Hades unlocking the front of his glorious estate and giving a ‘loving’ hand to Bellatrix and pushing her through the double-doors with Bismarck still on her shoulders nearly causing her to trip over herself. “Ooof, sorry about that Hades! I know what you say about the whole talking thing, it just slips by sometimes.” She nervously laughs, looking the other way a bit embarrassed about how much of a fool she made herself infront of the person she has a crush on with the addition of possibly getting him angry which was also terrifying to think about. Any sort of tense atmosphere alleviated once he mentioned the kitchen though, oh, it must’ve been lunch time already! “Yep! Gotcha, i’m sure she’ll be a fine cook, isn’t that right Bridggy?” She said, giving a small smack to Bismarck’s butt and laughing before making her way off to the exquisite dining room that was fit for a king, decorated with elegant designs that fitted perfectly with the decor. Maids and other servants bowed slightly at the return of Bellatrix with the important guest of the hour. “As you can see to your left and right, these are but humble servants of Hades, I am the big ol’ heado cheeso of them, I watch over them like a hawk I tell ya and if they mess up well! It’s better off not telling you but don’t worry your pretty little head because not only do you look like a cutie-pants but because of the fact that you’re important person, that means you're on a do not harm list! So congrats, you've already gone up the ranky thingy.” Bellatrix only hoped that with any assistance she could provide that Bismarck would be as reliable as her to Hades or else she’d probably get scolded, thinking about that was enough to make her sight for a brief moment before entering the kitchen then positioning Bismarck comfortably back on his feet, briskly taking a second to put a stereotypical Italian chef-hat on his head with the outfitted maid dress. “Perfecto!” Two of the flying dog-esque puppets soared across the kitchen scouring cabinets, cupboards, and so forth for utensils and ingredients for the meal that’s about to be prepared.

“So, Bridgy here’s the dealio, Hades told me before that he wanted you to prepare a meal any meal that you have in mind, more of a test to show your worth you know? I’m sure you’ll do fine but if you need some motivation.” She clicked her fingers causing the puppets to spin around her rapidly in a motion that blurred her body except for the neck-up until they decreased momentum revealing her in a very revealing cook outfit that showed a portion of her behind from the low-cut skirt, including the heart-rate pumping white-hinted corset that hinted at her busty parts. “Not sure about the top that i’m wearing but it works! Sooo let’s get you started, choppity chop chop!” Bellatrix closed in next to Bismarck pushing herself up close beside him while placing her shoulders on the counter-top, resting her hands onto the sides of her jaw while eye-balling the helping puppets moving around the kitchen in a goofy-fashion, carrying all sorts of required silverware and extras nearby for easy availability. “So, just do what comes to mind! Maybe a bit more better than pancakes though! Something that’ll knock his socks off!” She said, playfully nudging her hip into his while chuckling a bit as she watched the process happen. “Soooo… I mean, since we’re gonna be getting to know each other, tell me. What did ya do before all of this whole capturing business, librarian? You look like a book kinda dooodly doo. But there’s nothing wrong with books, including the ones with pictures that has naked people in them! I like those kind of books!” She said in a dumb-tone, tapping her fingers alongside the marble counter, leisurely toying with him by sometimes tapping onto his forearm and hand while looking at him.

{ TheHufflepuffRabbit ~ Interacting with: Bismarck & Hades }

Spoiler: Mazzy

Mad Dog Mazzy ~ Masakazu Fuma
Unbelievable out of all the places he’s come across to locate Bernkastel, it was one person that had the information he needed and a saleswoman above all else, a very strange one in-fact that came across as disreputable but not having an alternative option or a better one at-least it was unavoidable as to not be attentive to this woman’s words. A few things that she mentioned were baffling to say the least as she regarded Bernkastel’s trait of being able to float whimsically from place to place, adding in the fact that she was authoritative definitely closed in the fact that she was speaking about none other than his love. She may have been someone who enjoys dominating minions from time again but he was certain that he was different! Why else would he be given second-chances or be placed with so much trust? Masakazu edged himself backwards at the unwanted gesture of having the tip of his nose poked, she must’ve been absolutely bonkers, poking a bad-tempered beast like a toy was one of the few things that anyone should do in life unless they didn’t enjoy living however this girl definitely had the upper-hand knowing where his love was. Enduring the irritable poke, Masakazu nodded politely at the attributes as well as struggling to contain any of his excitement at finally being able to track her down, that was until she offered the information… At a price. “WHAT?!” He blurted out, promptly looking away and pouting at being taken advantage of. This was ridiculous, she had to have been playing him like a damned fiddle, Bernkastel may have not been known to everyone but there was a selective amount that knew whom she was aside from the fact that she has the ability to float, there must’ve been a catch to all of this, a scam maybe? This ‘business’ deal kept getting shadier and shadier by the second, Masakazu had no choice but to fall back on the one thing that he had left to him, something that would entirely pay the price of secretive details that this woman had behind her sealed lips.

Spoiler: More In Spoiler

The Tora syndicate’s offshore stash, locked away and sealed underneath the family’s main headquarters but more protected than Fort Knox above all else with its innovative security measures including being reinforced with three sets of combinations and ten to fifteen feet thick with steel, automated turrets surrounded the place from nearly top to bottom being one of the whole reasons of no-one being able to step so much as a foot in there without having a bullet perforated through it. But giving away that much money? Was this information really worth one million above in cash and golden ingots? Trails of sweat beaded down his forehead as concentrated on the issue at hand all the while Keiko looked as pleased as ever, most likely finding enjoyment out of being able to flex this man’s will like a flimsical rubber-band. A simple sigh drew from his breath as he retrieved a piece of blank note-book paper attached to the bulletin board beside him, putting it onto the counter of her stand and writing numbers before adding the last code to the security system and lazily pushing the piece of paper towards Keiko. “I have no choice but to trust your word. Money has no worth when it comes to Bernkastel, she is the only thing that pushes me forward and i’ll do anything to save her even if it means throwing myself out on a sharpened spear or giving away everything that I have just to ensure her safety.” Her name continuously uttered through his mind like a constant echo including various statements reminding himself to save her no matter what or to keep her safe, there was nothing he wanted more in life than to find her and probably hold her tightly if given the chance. “Tora Syndicate’s underground safe information, you’ll find it beneath the headquarters. It’s enough money to keep you on a well-off vacation for a lifetime but knowing you i’m sure that’s just an above-average payment to some off the things you have available but it’s definitely more than enough for this, so please.. You have to tell me, her life maybe on the line.” A strech of emotions plagued his voice as his hands pressed against the table, at this point he’s probably given everything just to be with her and to impress her but figuring out now that it may already be too late was terrifying, he could only hope that there was enough time

{ TheHufflepuffRabbit Mitchs98 ~ Interacting with: Keiko, Mentioning: Bernkastel. }
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[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

THE PRINCE AND THE RULE-BENDER
Solemn Jester Sugary_Paragraphs
Benji cocked his head at Des's complex (by Benji's standards) explanation of the word "figuratively", his blue eyes alight with curiosity the entire time as they remained fixated on his face. Des was so smart, he could explain just about any nonsense word and make it make sense. After a moment or two of processing this, he shrugged lightly. "I tried, at least. This card-portal thing I'm still getting the hang of, I'm afraid." The boy smiled his usual slightly bashful smile, patting Des's shoulder. Lambda, meanwhile, just sort of amusedly watched the duo. They were obviously not from this world. And she totally needed to take pictures. "She looks nice," he added, pointing to the blonde, only seconds before Des took the playing cards from her. Benji and Lambda both stared, fascinated, at his little trick, and once he showed her the ace of hearts, which, just seconds ago, was in her hand, the woman was dumbfounded. She sighed lightly as Des asked if there was a place he could stay at, thinking for a moment of what would be the best idea.

"Weeeeeeell, Mr. Magic Card Guy, I guess you could stay at my place," she said calmly, resting her hand on her cheek. "It's an apartment just down Rabbit Avenue. Third place to the left and it's right there." She consulted her watch. "Crap, I'm supposed to be meeting those three right about now." The blond tapped her chin, then handed Des her house key. "Don't lose those, okay?"

RING. RING. RING. Benji jumped at the sound of Lambda's phone, scurrying to hide behind his boyfriend while she picked it up.

"Hey, Lilz. What's up?"

"Lambda." The sound of Lily's baritone voice was oddly relaxing to hear, despite the fact that she sounded exhausted. "Just got outta that stuffy prison. Damn robot is still the thing that won't shut up, I need an aspirin."

"Okay, cool. Want me to pick one up for you?"

"Please. Thank you. Can you also pick up the kids?"

"No problemo. I bet they'd want a ride in my coolmobile."

"Lambda."

"What?"

"Your coolmobile," Lily breathed. "is pink." She said this as though it were some sort of disease, to which Lambda rolled her eyes.

"And what's wrong with that?"

....Lily hung up. Shrugging, Lambda waved goodbye to the duo from another world, exiting the bar and entering her limo, which was, yes, pink. Just like half the belongings she had. She drove off into the streets of Hell City, occasionally impatiently honking her horn at slow-ass drivers, until she finally arrived at the location of her adopted kids, Nate, Tanner, and Pandora. Pandora was fast asleep at a park bench, her large wings twitching occasionally, until the blonde honked the horn again, causing the tall demon girl to sit up abruptly, blinking back tired tears. "Morning," was the first thing she said, sounding a little dazed, as she stood up at her full height of seven foot something, stretching.

"Morning, Pandy! Morning, Nate, Tanner!" Lambda cheerfully shouted out the window, grinning like an idiot. "Who's ready to go to a CONCERT?"

 

[Solemn Jester]

Spoiler: Ghost

Spoiler: Captain Manga

Captain Manga ~ World's Worst Superhero.
Discerning the unfathomable phantom of a being was breathtaking, this mysterious stranger was the absolute definition of a vigilante! Yakai nearly had to second-guess his own conscious seeing this individual swinging himself around to gaze upon his own presence, he was actually being noticed by someone who was the real-deal, how awesome is that?! Even though his facial appearance was shrouded by the camouflage that was his intimidating mask there was still a sobering indication within his pupils, almost shrinking Captain Manga’s self-confidence to the size of an insignificant ant but relinquishing attempts to become acquainted with this man was priority number one, imagining sweeping through the crime-ridden streets and swaying potential evil-doers from crime as well as putting a swift conclusion to nefarious enterprises was a dream come true, definitely outweighing any minor repercussions of attempting to communicate with this fear inducing entity. Well, that was until his expectations took a literal kicking with Yakai being on the receiving end of a gut-wrenching punt which knocked nearly all the wind that he had left which wasn’t that much from all the energy he exerted trying to climb those God-awful stairs that felt like the equivalent of making an escapade up Mount Everest but that was the last thing on his mind. “Graagh!” Yakai’s voice felt rattled from the forceful blow, it’s as if he was going to vomit but didn’t even have any stamina left to do so especially falling down step after step… After step. How many stairs were there?! The notion of time itself felt impeded with each tumble downward until he face-planted directly onto one of the platforms ending a quarter of the way down, thankfully he didn’t have to stressfully endure all of them again. “Damn it! What was that for?” He thought grasping his protruding belly with his thick hand, confused at the split-second decision that the figure took. “Kicking me down the stairs? Really?” Yakai was completely oblivious to his annoyance, finding himself more gallant, courageous, and exuberating justice from his pores instead of being a nuisance. Maybe this was a test! Of course it had to be, not every superhero would let a
'willy-nilly' tag-along from the gutters just chatter with them, they had to be a someone! Someone who isn’t a common everyday Joe but Captain Manga wasn’t letting this challenge slide past him, no! He was going to get back up and show him that he was worthy. “You can do this Yakai!”

Despite his muscles convulsing from weakness, he managed to push himself up off the ground, leaning the side of his large frame against the railing, using it as support as he made his way back up and through the opening of the roof-top exit. At this point, Ghost must’ve been exasperated with his intrusion as the first thing Yakai embraced with his sight was him aiming the barrel of one of his two handguns at the large man’s head. He had to admit, this situation was like nothing he’s ever gone through, maybe that comic-book store guy was right, maybe this was a lost cause but missing an opportunity would just lead to even more disappointment, Yakai had to do this, it was his destiny! His posture held steady but fright could be smelt from a mile away but his determination proved to be stronger than any unnerving thoughts as he stood his ground, even standing with confidence radiating through his form after being pushed away by just a finger, getting berated by insults was a regular day in Yakai’s life, this never affected him in the slightest but it coming from an inspirational person such as him, harsh. It was at the moment when Ghost turned around he had a choice, to risk it and gain insight on the world of vigilantism or to just go home, he went this far, why turn back now? “Hey! I know what this is. It’s a test, isn’t it? I’m not falling for it! I may not be as strong as you but hell, i’m just as deserving to be someone like you!” Unbuttoning his extra-extra-extra-extra large onyx-slated polo he revealed his displeasing front of his body before adjusting his stance into a ridiculous fighting-style that looks straight out of a martial arts movie, obviously his footing was wrong and the placement of his hands were nowhere close but he felt prideful of himself nonetheless. “Here! I got a proposition for you, if i’m able to beat you in a fair-fight you’ll teach me everything you know.. No firearms, gadgets, or improvised weapons, just your fists! Heh, I mean unless you’re too scared to take up this challenge!” After those words slipped through his mouth, there was a part of him that wished he could’ve just ate them all instead as even he knew that this was going be an ass-kicking of the century that wasn’t going to go anywhere near his favor but maybe this was his time! His time to rise up and show the world what he was truly capable of, or he was just going to get completely obliterated by some muscle-bound bad ass to the point where he’ll need to drink through a straw.
{ Solemn Jester ~ Interacting with: Ghost }
{Going to add two more posts to this, one with Bellatrix and another with Mazzy :3}

Spoiler: Bellatrix

The Hell Hound ~ Bellatrix Cerberus
Hades must’ve been so satisfied, seeing his apex slave Bellatrix ‘woo’ this unprepared poindexter of a male was simply gratifying to hias ego, giving him reassurance with Bellatrix’s expertise. After all she did learn from the best, nothing was more charismatic than the God of the Underworld and an overly attractive female serving as his right-hand to lure in unsuspecting victims like a black-widow to insects proved to be a wonderful strategy, with the added bonus of having a woman who can shape shift into the ideal preference for a selected person, she was like a damn succubus with unlimited potential. Bellatrix tried not to keep looking back but she was too distracted, Hades being amused at how well she was manipulating this feeble-composed slave was heart-warming, it was always splendid seeing him in a good mood. Although this did have disadvantages but on the positive side, Bellatrix was if not always motivated by being within range of the devilish man, seeing him made her all that more inspired to strive towards gaining his love, if she didn’t have it already. She was still a slave but she thought of it more as a title than anything else, certainly this would be the slave, the one that’ll achieve the affectionate bond she is looking for, any supposed relationship with Hades would be a potentiality if it came to dominating this Bridgette/Bismarck, as this was his most prized possession among all the workers. As they departed, the idea of future goals with her owner rushed through her mind like a brain-freeze. Maybe we’d they’d be able to adopt some children together or make some, after all his deity status did have its benefits, he was probably the only one who could impregnate her if given the chance, being together in harmony without a distance was the main objective, only thing separating her from him was that she was still considered a slave and still needed to earn her ‘keep’ but that would soon come to an end, with this gullible dork it’s nothing but a cakewalk. Bellatrix was almost too preoccupied to notice the Bismarck gradually tautening himself to her, clinging like an overly attached puppy to its mother.

“Hehe, someone’s a bit clingy! Bet you’re feeling a bit betta’ now that ya outta’ there?” She rhetorically asked, drifting her eyes up and looking at him as she carried him around her shoulders like a bar-bell. Man, this guy made no attempts at resisting her but a false-loving ideology she offered was definitely a better proposal than being locked up in a jail-cell with the murderous psychopath that tried to steal his soul and the ‘malfunctioning’ robot jailer that wanted nothing more than to torture him which almost made Bellatrix feel a hint of sympathy for him. Never did she want to see someone truly hurt, there were times she had no choice by Hades side but nobody said that being in any sort of relationship would be ‘easy’, as long as he stayed as obedient as this, time should fly by quite swift, he’d probably even get special privileges too. This may have not been the best solution to all of this but it was the only one available but seeing it as Hades had a luxurious mansion with the best of food and services it was but a paradise, a restrained paradise but a paradise nonetheless! “Well, I say that went smooth. That dang ol’ Robo-dude was Crreeeepy though! I swear he was scanning me up and down. Good thing he didn’t harm the merchandise though, who else would make your breakfast? I mean, I can make pancakes but that’s about it! Other than that I just burn everything but it’s not my fault the instructions don’t tell me to stop adding more grease!” There was one thing about Bellatrix that could’ve been the worst of traits she had, the continuous rambling which lasted nearly all the way to the estate. Only to end with Hades unlocking the front of his glorious estate and giving a ‘loving’ hand to Bellatrix and pushing her through the double-doors with Bismarck still on her shoulders nearly causing her to trip over herself. “Ooof, sorry about that Hades! I know what you say about the whole talking thing, it just slips by sometimes.” She nervously laughs, looking the other way a bit embarrassed about how much of a fool she made herself infront of the person she has a crush on with the addition of possibly getting him angry which was also terrifying to think about. Any sort of tense atmosphere alleviated once he mentioned the kitchen though, oh, it must’ve been lunch time already! “Yep! Gotcha, i’m sure she’ll be a fine cook, isn’t that right Bridggy?” She said, giving a small smack to Bismarck’s butt and laughing before making her way off to the exquisite dining room that was fit for a king, decorated with elegant designs that fitted perfectly with the decor. Maids and other servants bowed slightly at the return of Bellatrix with the important guest of the hour. “As you can see to your left and right, these are but humble servants of Hades, I am the big ol’ heado cheeso of them, I watch over them like a hawk I tell ya and if they mess up well! It’s better off not telling you but don’t worry your pretty little head because not only do you look like a cutie-pants but because of the fact that you’re important person! So congrats, you already go up the ranky thingy.” Bellatrix only hoped that with any assistance she could provide that Bismarck would be as reliable as her to Hades or else she’d probably get scolded, thinking about that was enough to make her sight for a brief moment before entering the kitchen then positioning Bismarck comfortably back on his feet, briskly taking a second to put a stereotypical Italian chef-hat on his head with the outfitted maid dress. “Perfecto!” Two of the flying dog-esque puppets soared across the kitchen scouring cabinets, cupboards, and so forth for utensils and ingredients for the meal that’s about to be prepared.

“So, Bridgy here’s the dealio, Hades told me before that he wanted you to prepare a meal any meal that you have in mind, more of a test to show your worth you know? I’m sure you’ll do fine but if you need some motivation.” She clicked her fingers causing the puppets to spin around her rapidly in a motion that blurred her body except for the neck-up until they decreased momentum revealing her in a very revealing cook outfit that showed a portion of her behind from the low-cut skirt, including the heart-rate pumping white-hinted corset that hinted at her busty parts. “Not sure about the top that i’m wearing but it works! Sooo let’s get you started, choppity chop chop!” Bellatrix closed in next to Bismarck pushing herself up close beside him while placing her shoulders on the counter-top, resting her hands onto the sides of her jaw while eye-balling the helping puppets moving around the kitchen in a goofy-fashion, carrying all sorts of required silverware and extras nearby for easy availability. “So, just do what comes to mind! Maybe a bit more better than pancakes though! Something that’ll knock his socks off!” She said, playfully nudging her hip into his while chuckling a bit as she watched the process happen. “Soooo… I mean, since we’re gonna be getting to know each other, tell me. What did ya do before all of this whole capturing business, librarian? You look like a book kinda dooodly doo. But there’s nothing wrong with books, including the ones with pictures that has naked people in them! I like those kind of books!” She said in a dumb-tone, tapping her fingers alongside the marble counter, leisurely toying with him by sometimes tapping onto his forearm and hand while looking at him.
{ TheHufflepuffRabbit ~ Interacting with: Bismarck & Hades }​

Ghost

Pins stabbing at the viens in his head causing them to throb. That's what it felt like anyways as Ghost had a rather bad reaction to the large wannabe vigilantes return up the steps. He clenched his jaw in anger, something he had to work on as it really tired his jaw out. He glared down at Yakai once more contemplating how he could prevent him from following. Maybe break his bones, or crush his windpipe. He could beat him unconscious the guy seemed pretty close to passing out anyway. Ghost holstered his guns figuring he didn't need them to take out this blubbery bastard.

He was persistent admirable but foolish at the same time. This wasn't some playground you couldn't expect to just jump in and play with the big boys. Thats how you ended up eating dirt. Something Ghost was going to teach this kid the hard way. He felt his arms tense up as he challenged him as if their skills were on the same level. How disrespectful, he thought this was some kind of test?! Ha! That's hilarious, even if he was worthy of being a vigilante Ghost wasn't about to partner up with anyone. It only complicated things. Ghost rose his fist in response not saying a word to Yakai. He wanted to fight, fine they could fight. As long as he remembered who's fault this was, the city seem silent suddenly as if it where watching waiting to see the outcome of the battle. " All of the above,"
He said answering his own thoughts about what to do with Captain Lardass.


He walked towards him slowly, cracking both his knuckles as well as his neck. Then as he got close enough to strike he'd leap over Yakai seemingly disappearing. Before tapping him on the shoulder, and delivering a hard sucker punch to the jaw. But he wasn't finished, he used the dark to his advantage. Disappearing every few seconds, and delivering another sneak attack to Yakai. He was holding back his full strength, but it still should have been enough to damage the fanboy hero. He appeared behind him moments later stomping on the back of his legs with intent to break it. Then he'd reappear once again infront of him sending a hard open palm to his gut, before delivering another heavy palmstrike to his face this time using all his force.

SidTheSkid

Spoiler: Des

THE PRINCE AND THE RULE-BENDER Solemn Jester Sugary_Paragraphs
Benji cocked his head at Des's complex (by Benji's standards) explanation of the word "figuratively", his blue eyes alight with curiosity the entire time as they remained fixated on his face. Des was so smart, he could explain just about any nonsense word and make it make sense. After a moment or two of processing this, he shrugged lightly. "I tried, at least. This card-portal thing I'm still getting the hang of, I'm afraid." The boy smiled his usual slightly bashful smile, patting Des's shoulder. Lambda, meanwhile, just sort of amusedly watched the duo. They were obviously not from this world. And she totally needed to take pictures. "She looks nice," he added, pointing to the blonde, only seconds before Des took the playing cards from her. Benji and Lambda both stared, fascinated, at his little trick, and once he showed her the ace of hearts, which, just seconds ago, was in her hand, the woman was dumbfounded. She sighed lightly as Des asked if there was a place he could stay at, thinking for a moment of what would be the best idea.

"Weeeeeeell, Mr. Magic Card Guy, I guess you could stay at my place," she said calmly, resting her hand on her cheek. "It's an apartment just down Rabbit Avenue. Third place to the left and it's right there." She consulted her watch. "Crap, I'm supposed to be meeting those three right about now." The blond tapped her chin, then handed Des her house key. "Don't lose those, okay?"

RING. RING. RING. Benji jumped at the sound of Lambda's phone, scurrying to hide behind his boyfriend while she picked it up.

"Hey, Lilz. What's up?"

"Lambda." The sound of Lily's baritone voice was oddly relaxing to hear, despite the fact that she sounded exhausted. "Just got outta that stuffy prison. Damn robot is still the thing that won't shut up, I need an aspirin."

"Okay, cool. Want me to pick one up for you?"

"Please. Thank you. Can you also pick up the kids?"

"No problemo. I bet they'd want a ride in my coolmobile."

"Lambda."

"What?"

"Your coolmobile," Lily breathed. "is pink." She said this as though it were some sort of disease, to which Lambda rolled her eyes.

"And what's wrong with that?"

....Lily hung up. Shrugging, Lambda waved goodbye to the duo from another world, exiting the bar and entering her limo, which was, yes, pink. Just like half the belongings she had. She drove off into the streets of Hell City, occasionally impatiently honking her horn at slow-ass drivers, until she finally arrived at the location of her adopted kids, Nate, Tanner, and Pandora. Pandora was fast asleep at a park bench, her large wings twitching occasionally, until the blonde honked the horn again, causing the tall demon girl to sit up abruptly, blinking back tired tears. "Morning," was the first thing she said, sounding a little dazed, as she stood up at her full height of seven foot something, stretching.

"Morning, Pandy! Morning, Nate, Tanner!" Lambda cheerfully shouted out the window, grinning like an idiot. "Who's ready to go to a CONCERT?"

Des

Des smiled proudly glad he could amaze his new aquantance. But it was soon her turn to amaze him." Ah thank you we very much appreciate your generosity! Not everyone would offer their home to strangers who magically appeared from playing cards. I'll be sure to show you just how much I appreciate you later hmhmhmh." He giggled winking at Lambda playfully before wrapping his arms around Benji.


He was prepared to head out to her place, and enjoy a nice nap. When suddenly there was a strange noise began emminating from a strange device she possessed. (Assuming it's a cell phone)

Des started wide eyed at the device, ooing, and ahhing at it. What a wonderful device, what was it's purpose? She seemed to be talking to someone. Was there a being inside the small box? Like some sort of summoning device? Des had to find out he was so curious he wanted it." Um..Excuse me..But you wouldn't happen to be able to tell me what exactly that device is? Does it summon a monster of some sorts to do battle for you? Where could I get one? I must know! I could make a fortune selling these in Deck!"He said rubbing his hands together and money signs appearing in his eyes. This was most certainly a wonderful opportunity.


After Lambda left Des turned to Benji a mischevious smile on his face."So, I was tired, but this has me all excited. Maybe we should explore this strange new world. What do you say Benji dear?"
He asked raising an eyebrow at Benji his whole body tingling with excitement.


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Nate and Tanner

"Dude, are you sure you should be out here with us?

"Pffft! Like I'm gonna miss the first concert where we don't sneak in!"

"But you're a gifted human, Tanner. People are going to try and find you."

"Nate, I'm an orphan who talks to animals...who's blonde. I think the average mercenary would think I'm more crazy than gifted. Besides! Human trafficking was already pretty high in this place! I'm sure in a week or something, it'll move on. "

"Heya, Tanner!"

"Heya, Steve!"

Nate watched with a blank still as his brother greeted a passing bird, the bird chirping back in response before it flew away to whatever an animal did in Hell City...which was probably getting the hell away from here. Still, this was a natural occurrence. What wasn't natural though..."Tanner?" He called to his brother, to which the boy hummed in response as they sat in the sandbox, waiting for Lily and Lambda to arrive. They watched Pandora sleep peacefully on the bench, which was odd, considering that she was practically falling off the tiny thing due to her frame. "...Ya know this is all going to change any second now, right?"

"Yeah, Dude. If I know Steve, he's gonna bother me about a juicy worm he picked. And the next time we see each other, its not gonna be 'Oh, Hi, Tanner!', its gonna be a whole speech about-"

"No, Tanner." Nate interjected, stopping Tanner's incoming rant and turning to him with a serious expression. "I mean, all of this! The concert, the gifted human thing, the..." Nate stopped and choked back something for a moment. "...the adoption...everything...we just don't know when." Nate nearly whispered, visually deflating as he looked back at Pandora's sleeping form and hugged his knees, leaving Tanner quiet for a few moments. The two weeks had been...confusing for the boys to say the least. It was hard enough processing the fact that the Time Loop didn't happen yet, but they still couldn't quite place what happened to Packs Law. One moment, they had left it with it completely standing still, and the next minute...it was all broken and crumbled up. It made the boys a little upset that their room and HQ were trashed, but in the end, they got over it. Besides Lily, Lamb, and Pandora (Who were outside before this), they didn't really associate themselves with much of the members, and they were used to roaming around by themselves with no where to go anyway...

But a day or two later, while walking down the street, Lily literally appeared before them and threw papers at them with the words 'You're Adopted now' coming from it AND the paper. Needless to say, the following weeks had been weird for the boys, now being actual brothers in terms of law with Pandora having joined in, although this still didn't change the way Nate thought about her. And so, here they were, waiting for their 'Parents' to pick them up. Tanner sighed and flopped back into the sand, pursing his lips. "Yeah...I know...BUT-" Tanner sat up quickly. "We'll just have to make sure to make this one count! I mean, come on, dude! We can't be sad and mopey now that we're in a time where Lily ACTUALLY wants to spend time with us!"

Nate snickered, his mask of depression breaking slightly, electing a big grin from Tanner.

"Not to mention we've got each other! And if we were unstoppable before, we got Pandora to make a trio!" Tanner practically cheered, clenching his fists. "If we loop, we'll just get Lily and Lamb to adopt us again! And if we loop after that, we'll just have to keep it up! But for now, lets just focus on rocking out with a new fam, dude!"

Nate stared at the ground silently, a smile spreading through his face. "Yeah...you're right..." Nate agreed, nodding and looking up at the sky. No matter how much he acted like he could, he really couldn't live without Tanner. Ever. Silence returned between the two again...."...I can't believe NitroSuperSonic is actually coming here, though."

"I know, right! Dude, I hope we didn't miss the concert! I wanna see Sean do that wicked drum solo he did in his one album!"

"Yeah, but what was really awesome was-"

A honk and a shout from the front of the park alerted the two, causing them to stand at attention and whirl to find a familiar pink limo waiting for them. Excited, Tanner cheered and ran in a circle for a few seconds before running up to Pandora and jumping on her back. "Come, Pandy the Tall! Let us merry our way to the musical gods of metal!"

Nate shook his head and made his way over to the Limo.

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Mentioned: SidTheSkid

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

THE LETTERMAN SidTheSkid Sugary_Paragraphs (mentioned)
Bismarck didn't say much, not even when he was put down and given a very stereotypical chef's hat (to which he sighed lightly), then given instructions by Miss Bellatrix. Most of what she had said made sense to him, and he nodded mutely, trying not to get distracted by...well...the skimpy outfit. He searched the kitchen for ideas on what exactly to make, tapping his chin, pacing the kitchen, growing increasingly nervous as he realized he was kind of brain-dead. He had to make this good, lest he face the wrath of Hades, and he knew he was a decent cook; the problem was finding something to do. Bismarck wracked his brains, looking into the cupboards for a while before finally giving up and pulling out a box of spaghetti. "....It's nothing fancy, but lunch isn't supposed to be as heavy as dinner, anyways," he explained to Bellatrix with a shrug, only to pause at her question. It was a valid one, one built purely from Miss Bellatrix's curiosity. He felt a small smile form on his face as he began to work, chopping onions and green pepper for the sauce until there was a decently-sized pile of both of them on the cutting board. He then got out a saucepan, heating the stove to about medium heat, as he started talking. "I-I am--was--a shop owner, actually," he said softly, searching the kitchen for ground beef. Once he found it, he smiled, glad that he didn't have to worry about that part, before continuing as he began to cook the beef. "I inherited it from my father when he died twelve years ago. Ever since then I've been the guardian of my brother, Chuck." The Letterman felt a pang in his heart; his face fell.

Chuck. In the blur that was getting captured to save his friend, getting Hades's mark engraved on his back, and meeting Miss Bellatrix, he had almost completely forgotten about how Chuck was probably feeling about the entire ordeal. Angry, most likely; possibly bloodthirsty. Okay, Bismarck knew his brother was out for blood, Luce's blood, specifically, seeing as Luce had been the one to start this crazy adventure. Again. Concern that seemed ready-made for Bismarck filled his head; the craziest scenarios crossed his imagination, each one more and more ridiculous than the last. Would Chuck really grab Luce's tongue and rip it out before stuffing it up his butt?

Noooope, he would do worse.

Soon the image of a flaming Hell City came to mind. No, correction; the world was on fire. He began to sweat, trying not to think of all the bad things that would happen now that he was away. He needed access to a cell phone, and quick, before Chuck blew up the Rainy Traveller or something!

Or he needed to think of the life-or-death situation that was making spaghetti for the God of the Dead.

How was he supposed to explain this without sounding like an idiot who had gotten captured as an excuse to cook?

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Yakai ~ Captain Manga

Captain Manga ~ World's Worst Superhero.
Out of all the things he could’ve said and he haphazardly challenges a combat specialist to a duel of hand to hand combat… Well, this could’ve gone a lot smoother especially already being injured which wasn’t going to serve him any good in attempting to jog circles around him, that and he was a bit overweight compared to his ‘adversary’. But hey maybe this wasn’t all too bad! Ghost was definitely taken by surprise when offered this challenge not that he was all too pleased to hear such a thing coming from Yakai’s mouth but nonetheless he was valiant in the face of mortal danger which gave a hint of slight admiration from his opposition but this would not be enough to save him from what was about to happen next. Within a matter of seconds, similar to that of the dazzling muzzle-flash of a firearm. Ghost’s impressive speed accounted for his swift disappearance, making him almost seem like that of a ghostly presence with Yakai completely shocked and looking all around the vicinity for him. “Uh, maybe he went out to get some lunch ha-ha…” He nervously muttered under his breath with a soft chuckle, but unfortunately for him the only thing that was on the menu was the vigilante’s unyielding fist after Yakai mistakenly pivots around, feeling a spine-tingling tap on his shoulder. Flashing before his eyes was Ghost thrusting his hardened knuckles into his chubby face which sent ripples throughout his skin before crashing to the ground in near-utter defeat. This wasn’t real, Yakai felt as his wandering thoughts spiraled around his head with confusion being the utmost relevant center-piece of this circumstance, This man was unlike anything he’s ever witnessed before! Bullies, Thugs, and other street-toughs had no comparison to the strength of this very man, it was as if he wasn’t even human. Yakai must’ve been absolutely foolish or a glutton for punishment, seeing the large-built man gradually erupt back onto his feet completely dazed and injured was a sight to behold but it wasn’t pretty one either considering that the heavy punch he endured was nothing as to the unforgiving beat-down delivered by Ghost. In the back of his mind a voice from his conscious was telling him to stay down if he wanted to live another day but giving up was the coward’s way out! “I’ll never back down!” His injured voice spilled from his lips but his shower of pride quickly concluded after being brought to his knees with excessive force with his shins feeling as if they had been shattered to pieces from the weight being anchored onto his bulky legs, as if that wasn’t enough all the wind was forcefully drawn out of his lungs when Ghost’s palm accelerated into Yakai’s gut causing him to almost vomit in intense pain.

“He..He’s going to kill me.” Yakai’s eyes shook from the possible realization of death, the cold embrace of the reaper felt so close but all that he saw was darkness behind his shuttering eyelids once he was given the final jab that send him colliding back onto his back with him being completely unconscious from the ill-advised altercation with Ghost. “Am, am I dead?” He looked beyond in the horizon but saw nothing but pitch-black, goosebumps rattled his skin from the frigid temperature surrounding him. This cold sensation reminded him of standing in a walk-in freezer, but with all of the lights and completely alone with no one, at-least that’s what he thought until a dim-light revealed the horrifying gaze of corpses lined up through the shelves like a grotesque nightmare. He couldn’t even scream or gasp at the sight, Yakai couldn’t do anything but rush forward through the shivering hallway until coming across a mirror that showed himself with pale skin and dead eyes with the image of him growing more twisted as he stared, a silhouette standing in the place of the reflected image with devilish eyes soaked in a crimson red as it spoke. “Utterly weak., you wish to protect those yet you cannot even protect yourself.” Despite this… Thing’s chilling appearance, it was none other than shame that wrecked his mug with grief, whatever that abomination was, was right. Yakai was such a feeble name, to think about it he himself was nothing but a bug to the ordinary man, just waiting to be stepped on. “But I see, something inside of you, a dark lit flame yearning to be burned with hatred.” Hatred? This malevolent couldn’t be serious, Yakai wasn’t one to show any towards of animosity even if someone made him a bit annoyed with words or actions, holding a grudge wasn’t something he thought he’d be capable of. “Aren’t you tired of being stepped on? Feeling insignificant? You must let it consume you, be one with you. Or else, you’ll die.” The eerie tone wisped away as a light had been brought to Yakai’s weary eyes with the blurry outline of Ghost standing afar from him. As much as Yakai wanted to stand, he couldn’t as his body was in a wrecked shape including his legs that had been swelling ever since he had passed out. Shit, he was going to get away... Hopefully he wasn't going to finish the job, but even if he was it'd be a blessing compared to the distance he'd have to walk in order to get to the nearest hospital.
{ Solemn Jester ~ Ghost }
{Will be editing this post with Mazzy & Bellatrix}

Spoiler: Bellatrix

Bellatrix ~ Cerberus The Hellhound
Bellatrix examined Bismarck’s cumbersome self rifed with callowness as he tried to take-in the new surroundings of that would soon become his living quarters, honestly his perplexed contemplation was absolutely adorable in the hazy eyes of the Inu-girl, as much as she thoroughly enjoyed serving Hades in numerous manners including being his ‘midnight slave’, there was something rather captivating about his always nervous attitude when inexperienced with new things but when he does display his aptitude in specific handiwork it’s quite admirable seeing how much ‘elbow grease’ he puts into his trade. Bismarck’s busy-bodied self gained her attention as he fluttered from one end of the kitchen to the other, light on his feet and ready to serve at a moment’s notice with Miss Bella lending a helping hand across from him. She knew a lot of the ingredients by heart except preparing them for a superb meal was completely different as she was incompetent when it came to taking in the idea of how much heat is needed to cook something or if something is properly done or overall if it just tastes good, seeing him effortlessly collect his thoughts and figure out his ideal succulent repast made working beside him a dream, unlike most slaves he had an optimistic outlook additionally bringing his professional yet good-natured mood with him to soak in the ambience. Spaghetti? Oh my, surely this Bismarck individual was a genius beyond comprehension, never in her mind did she ever think of making such cuisine and what an idea it was to use a potentially spicy food, Hades was never opposed to spices that added some extra ‘oomph’ to his dish, in actuality he found spicy foods to be more pleasurable as they tingled his tastebuds. “Of course! How didn’t I think of that!?”

She added with her mystical puppets floating around Bismarck, audibly complimenting him through their brief conversation with one another about his choice of meal before rushing out of the open-window that led into the dining room in order to clear the main table before adding decorative scenery to the table-top, candles, prestigious gold covers, and folded up napkins covering the stainless steel silverware. Hades was going to be so impressed with this slave! She knew there was something special about this guy as soon as she laid her eyes on him but that’s not all, she curiously leaned in, hands amidst her jawline as he begun to spoke about his career as an independent shop owner, Bismarck’s pearly whites glimmered as the light shined upon them, that smile was beyond gorgeous. “My heart, it’s beating so fast.. I think i might be sick.” She thought to herself, wavering off any affection that she has for Bismarck by going to one of the counter top sinks and cupping her hands, filling them with water before splashing the cold liquid against her face in a reminder of her feelings towards Hades. As he continued to spoke his tone transitioned from bubbly to discouraged with his eyebrows sinking at a self-realization, Bellatrix stared in confusion at Bismarck for a matter of seconds before walking back over to him in concern, they were having such a wonderful time together, how could this of gone wrong? Perhaps the memory of his father or not being able to see his friends and family was taking its toll on his emotions. “Are you okay?” She asked in a soft-tone, focusing on Bismarck while trying to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder with her dainty hand. My was that a surprise, Bellatrix jittered a bit at touching his shoulder as the side of her palm slide up near his neck, he may of had the outward appearance of just some common book-worm but he was definitely toned. All these combinations including his compassionate personality were enough to tug on her heart-strings just a bit more, Bellatrix was definitely bothered by this but knew that she’d always have her heart dead set on Hades, they’d be married in the end, she knew it! Although thoughts of conflictions were soon wished away by Bismarck’s demeanor which became startled, his brow begun to sweat and his confidence was almost nil, Bellatrix didn’t know what to do except spin him around and face him toward her with a serious look in her eyes.

“Snap out of it, Bis! You need to focus, if it’s your family you’re worried about you don’t have to be concerned, I promise you’ll see them. I wouldn’t let Hades deny you such a request, Hades trusts me enough to go out and about once and awhile as long as I check in with him every so often, I could use that precious time for you to see your family. I know they miss you but i’m sure they’d want you to be strong Bizzy.” Bellatrix sternly said, brushing her cold palm against his cheek with a reassuring smile forming along her face. If he gave up so soon, she would definitely be scolded for not teaching him properly or giving him the motivation to go forward, then again being reprimanded by Hades was surprisingly not the main concern on her mind as opposed to making Bismarck feel happy. “ Now turn that big ol’ frown upside down! You’ve got an important customer to serve!” She teasingly pressed her thumbs against the sides of his lips, pushing them upward causing them to align against his cheeks giving him a forced smile in the process with her chuckling at the sight of the goofy smile he made. Bellatrix brought herself back to where she was previously but somewhat clinging her eyes to Bismarck in joy to be next to such a person.
{ TheHufflepuffRabbit ~ Bismarck }​

 

[Mitchs98]

Unbelievable out of all the places he’s come across to locate Bernkastel, it was one person that had the information he needed and a saleswoman above all else, a very strange one in-fact that came across as disreputable but not having an alternative option or a better one at-least it was unavoidable as to not be attentive to this woman’s words. A few things that she mentioned were baffling to say the least as she regarded Bernkastel’s trait of being able to float whimsically from place to place, adding in the fact that she was authoritative definitely closed in the fact that she was speaking about none other than his love. She may have been someone who enjoys dominating minions from time again but he was certain that he was different! Why else would he be given second-chances or be placed with so much trust? Masakazu edged himself backwards at the unwanted gesture of having the tip of his nose poked, she must’ve been absolutely bonkers, poking a bad-tempered beast like a toy was one of the few things that anyone should do in life unless they didn’t enjoy living however this girl definitely had the upper-hand knowing where his love was. Enduring the irritable poke, Masakazu nodded politely at the attributes as well as struggling to contain any of his excitement at finally being able to track her down, that was until she offered the information… At a price. “WHAT?!” He blurted out, promptly looking away and pouting at being taken advantage of. This was ridiculous, she had to have been playing him like a damned fiddle, Bernkastel may have not been known to everyone but there was a selective amount that knew whom she was aside from the fact that she has the ability to float, there must’ve been a catch to all of this, a scam maybe? This ‘business’ deal kept getting shadier and shadier by the second, Masakazu had no choice but to fall back on the one thing that he had left to him, something that would entirely pay the price of secretive details that this woman had behind her sealed lips.

Spoiler: More In Spoiler

The Tora syndicate’s offshore stash, locked away and sealed underneath the family’s main headquarters but more protected than Fort Knox above all else with its innovative security measures including being reinforced with three sets of combinations and ten to fifteen feet thick with steel, automated turrets surrounded the place from nearly top to bottom being one of the whole reasons of no-one being able to step so much as a foot in there without having a bullet perforated through it. But giving away that much money? Was this information really worth one million above in cash and golden ingots? Trails of sweat beaded down his forehead as concentrated on the issue at hand all the while Keiko looked as pleased as ever, most likely finding enjoyment out of being able to flex this man’s will like a flimsical rubber-band. A simple sigh drew from his breath as he retrieved a piece of blank note-book paper attached to the bulletin board beside him, putting it onto the counter of her stand and writing numbers before adding the last code to the security system and lazily pushing the piece of paper towards Keiko. “I have no choice but to trust your word. Money has no worth when it comes to Bernkastel, she is the only thing that pushes me forward and i’ll do anything to save her even if it means throwing myself out on a sharpened spear or giving away everything that I have just to ensure her safety.” Her name continuously uttered through his mind like a constant echo including various statements reminding himself to save her no matter what or to keep her safe, there was nothing he wanted more in life than to find her and probably hold her tightly if given the chance. “Tora Syndicate’s underground safe information, you’ll find it beneath the headquarters. It’s enough money to keep you on a well-off vacation for a lifetime but knowing you i’m sure that’s just an above-average payment to some off the things you have available but it’s definitely more than enough for this, so please.. You have to tell me, her life maybe on the line.” A strech of emotions plagued his voice as his hands pressed against the table, at this point he’s probably given everything just to be with her and to impress her but figuring out now that it may already be too late was terrifying, he could only hope that there was enough time

{ TheHufflepuffRabbit Mitchs98 ~ Interacting with: Keiko, Mentioning: Bernkastel. }
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Keiko HatsamuraKeiko giggled as Masakazu recoiled from her touch, the blonde humming softly as she awaited an answer, response, or offer. It was entirely likely that he'd try to threaten her to get the information or just demand it. Though neither would work for her at all....sure she couldn't really fight back. But he'd just be wasting time and energy, and something told her he wasn't willing to risk Bernkastel at all. Not if he could help it. She watched as the scrap of paper was ripped down and he started writing on it, ceasing her humming to arch a brow. The ol' write an offer down on a piece of paper and get a counter offer play eh? Maybe he wasn't as dedicated to this girl as she thought. At-least,she assumed he wouldn't do that if he was.

And turns out, it wasn't what he was doing at all. Her eyes widened at the sum of cash and codes to the security system. Truthfully, she had this kind of money, but it came as surprise to her that he did. Much less so readily offering it for someone he loved. She blinked a few times in disbelief...guess there was such a thing as genuine love left in the world? Seemed that way anyway. She grinned at his works, pocketing the sheet of paper snugly between her non-existant breasts...in all actuality she had a pocket in her coat. "I get ya...I get ya.." She replied to his whole cliche spiel of risking life and limb for the one he loved. Damn it was corny...took everything she could do not to laugh really. She nodded slowly to his please, eyes scanning his emotion filled face as she sighed softly.

Was she really going to take everything this man had in life to help him get back the one he loved? 'Course she was! Probably...at-least most of it. "Alright Romeo I'll help ya." She told him, wide grin on her face once more. "Gist of it is 'ol Berny got herself locked up tight in some slave camp ran by either a psychotic robo-bear or a heavily drunk russian man....Yeah I don't believe that either. Probably some beefed up cyborg looking to score some extra cash, or if he has all his 'parts' in order a playtoy, if you get what I mean? You do right? Yeah I'm sure you do." She explained, chuckling softly. "Annyywhoo...I believe I know where she's being held to. Now, I don't have any specifics as to security systems or anything like that at all. BUT! Hey a location is a location right?" She stated, grabbing a piece of paper from the void and quickly writing down an address, also plucking a picture of the building and passing them to him.

"Can't guaruntee the state she's in, but from what I hear slaves are...uh...'reconditioned' into being obedient." She said, shrugging slightly. "Not sure on the details of that either. Could mean anything really." She said, humming softly as she stood up. "Since you gave such a generous offer, feel free to take this table of weapons as a bonus~" She told him happily. "Probably gonna need 'em where you're goin'."​

 

[Solemn Jester]

Spoiler: Heinrich

Spoiler: Caligula

The Unholy Father ~ Caligula
Delightful, Heinrich! The man of the evening had bestowed his elegance at the front of Caligulas manor, patiently posted outside whilst wearing attire equivalent to the host of a prosperous banquet, yet still maintaining a factor of intimidation from his hard-bodied physique. As if Adonis had been outfitted with a suit and tie, chiseled from top to bottom with a face that was like one-hundred bucks. Taking but a moment to respond, Caligula pushed his index finger onto the button of the intercom creating a brief buzzing of static to alleviate from nearby the gate until his voice embraced Heinrich’s ears. “Ah, splendid. You’re on time! I’m not sure if that’s regret on your face or determination! But we shall soon see, please come on and make sure to help yourself to any beverages, our maids are always eager to serve to the top-tier guests to the manor!” A series of unlocking clicks sounded off as Caligula’s voice drifted into quietude, upon the twin-doors opening the sight of a magnificent vineyard trailing with a stone pathway and a crystal-clear lake winding through parts of the acre giving off the brilliant glow the surroundings, all of this was like a paradise at first glance, rich-living was an understatement! Rarely would anyone get the luxury of stepping a foot inside unless invited which is quite a rare occurrence. Caligula clapped his palms together, his cunning grin brushing his cheeks as he observed the aspiring head of service waltz through from the video footage across from him. “How wonderful, this shall be quite the treat.”

Caligula stood, pushing himself through the double doors of his office and descending down the spiral staircase with poise radiating from his charismatic looks, after reaching the bottom he placed himself motionlessly in front of the main-entrance of the foyer room awaiting Heinrich’s arrival.
( Solemn Jester )​

Heinrich

Heinrich wasn't sure to expect in all honesty. The manor had a odd feeling to it, dark and forbodding. But then again Heinrich had dealt with odd masters before. Still something felt strange about Caligula. He was different in some way from all of Heinrich's past masters. There was something about him, almost as if this was fated to be. Like the heavens had aligned to bring them together for some odd reason. His thoughts were quickly wisped away as his new masters voice struck from seemingly nowhere. He turned towards Cal keeping his stern expression." If I was uncertain of a job I wouldn't have accepted your offer. But you're such a prestigious individual, and this location is perfect for my current situation. It would have been foolish for me to refuse."

He replied nodding at Cals last statement," I am but a mere servant to great men. But your hospitality is appreciated. If I may be so bold as to ask..What exactly do you have planned for this evening?"
He was hesitant to ask this, because he knew it was a dangerous question. Cal may have taken it as some sort of insult, or found Heinrichs caution as a sign or distrust. But even if those things were true his loyalty to his master came only before his loyalty to his family. He followed his demeanor changing only slightly as they entered the vineyard. Unless you had keen observation skills it wouldn't have been obvious by Heinrichs stone like posture, and expression. But the majesty of the vineyard was so overwhelming that even he couldn't stay completely indifferent to the situation. His eyes widened in amazement, truly Cal was a great man of refined taste. He must have spent a fortune on this place. It was breathtaking. He cleared his throat, and straightened his tie almost nervously, as if the vineyard intimidated him." This is certainly incredible, if the rest of your manor is as wonderful as this I'm more than honored you had chosen me as your servant."

Spoiler: Ghost

Spoiler: Yakai ~ Captain Manga

Captain Manga ~ World's Worst Superhero.
Out of all the things he could’ve said and he haphazardly challenges a combat specialist to a duel of hand to hand combat… Well, this could’ve gone a lot smoother especially already being injured which wasn’t going to serve him any good in attempting to jog circles around him, that and he was a bit overweight compared to his ‘adversary’. But hey maybe this wasn’t all too bad! Ghost was definitely taken by surprise when offered this challenge not that he was all too pleased to hear such a thing coming from Yakai’s mouth but nonetheless he was valiant in the face of mortal danger which gave a hint of slight admiration from his opposition but this would not be enough to save him from what was about to happen next. Within a matter of seconds, similar to that of the dazzling muzzle-flash of a firearm. Ghost’s impressive speed accounted for his swift disappearance, making him almost seem like that of a ghostly presence with Yakai completely shocked and looking all around the vicinity for him. “Uh, maybe he went out to get some lunch ha-ha…” He nervously muttered under his breath with a soft chuckle, but unfortunately for him the only thing that was on the menu was the vigilante’s unyielding fist after Yakai mistakenly pivots around, feeling a spine-tingling tap on his shoulder. Flashing before his eyes was Ghost thrusting his hardened knuckles into his chubby face which sent ripples throughout his skin before crashing to the ground in near-utter defeat. This wasn’t real, Yakai felt as his wandering thoughts spiraled around his head with confusion being the utmost relevant center-piece of this circumstance, This man was unlike anything he’s ever witnessed before! Bullies, Thugs, and other street-toughs had no comparison to the strength of this very man, it was as if he wasn’t even human. Yakai must’ve been absolutely foolish or a glutton for punishment, seeing the large-built man gradually erupt back onto his feet completely dazed and injured was a sight to behold but it wasn’t pretty one either considering that the heavy punch he endured was nothing as to the unforgiving beat-down delivered by Ghost. In the back of his mind a voice from his conscious was telling him to stay down if he wanted to live another day but giving up was the coward’s way out! “I’ll never back down!” His injured voice spilled from his lips but his shower of pride quickly concluded after being brought to his knees with excessive force with his shins feeling as if they had been shattered to pieces from the weight being anchored onto his bulky legs, as if that wasn’t enough all the wind was forcefully drawn out of his lungs when Ghost’s palm accelerated into Yakai’s gut causing him to almost vomit in intense pain.

“He..He’s going to kill me.” Yakai’s eyes shook from the possible realization of death, the cold embrace of the reaper felt so close but all that he saw was darkness behind his shuttering eyelids once he was given the final jab that send him colliding back onto his back with him being completely unconscious from the ill-advised altercation with Ghost. “Am, am I dead?” He looked beyond in the horizon but saw nothing but pitch-black, goosebumps rattled his skin from the frigid temperature surrounding him. This cold sensation reminded him of standing in a walk-in freezer, but with all of the lights and completely alone with no one, at-least that’s what he thought until a dim-light revealed the horrifying gaze of corpses lined up through the shelves like a grotesque nightmare. He couldn’t even scream or gasp at the sight, Yakai couldn’t do anything but rush forward through the shivering hallway until coming across a mirror that showed himself with pale skin and dead eyes with the image of him growing more twisted as he stared, a silhouette standing in the place of the reflected image with devilish eyes soaked in a crimson red as it spoke. “Utterly weak., you wish to protect those yet you cannot even protect yourself.” Despite this… Thing’s chilling appearance, it was none other than shame that wrecked his mug with grief, whatever that abomination was, was right. Yakai was such a feeble name, to think about it he himself was nothing but a bug to the ordinary man, just waiting to be stepped on. “But I see, something inside of you, a dark lit flame yearning to be burned with hatred.” Hatred? This malevolent couldn’t be serious, Yakai wasn’t one to show any towards of animosity even if someone made him a bit annoyed with words or actions, holding a grudge wasn’t something he thought he’d be capable of. “Aren’t you tired of being stepped on? Feeling insignificant? You must let it consume you, be one with you. Or else, you’ll die.” The eerie tone wisped away as a light had been brought to Yakai’s weary eyes with the blurry outline of Ghost standing afar from him. As much as Yakai wanted to stand, he couldn’t as his body was in a wrecked shape including his legs that had been swelling ever since he had passed out. Shit, he was going to get away... Hopefully he wasn't going to finish the job, but even if he was it'd be a blessing compared to the distance he'd have to walk in order to get to the nearest hospital.
{ Solemn Jester ~ Ghost }
{Will be editing this post with Mazzy & Bellatrix}​

Ghost
Okay....Maybe he went a bit overboard. But the kid asked for it, and judging by his appearance he didn't have any friends who would miss him. Ghost had checked his pulse hoping he wasn't with the dead. Luckily his pulse was only faint, this caused him to sigh relieved he hadn't killed the big geek. The kid was just trying to do some good in the world after all. No one should be killed for that, well except for those few special acceptions.


But disregarding that he was a good kid, annoying as all hell but good. Not long after Ghost checked on him he awoke Ghost sighed heavily the depressing thought that he had basically been the bully of this fighting weighing on his cauntiance like a brick wall. Knealing down he took out a tiny capsule clicking a button then tossing it on the ground. It exploded a small puff of smoke rising before disapating from the area where the capsule had been thrown. Ghost walked over to it picking up the box that had appeared from the smoke. He had a bit of medical experience, it was necessary if you wanted to torture information out of people after all. This job wasn't exactly easy, even if you where as intimidating as Ghost. He opened the box, and pulled out some gauze, and a syringe filled with some blue liquid. He then rather roughly stabbed the needle into Yakai's arm injecting the liquid into him. It slowly drained from the syringe, like milk leaving a gallon of milk as you fixed yourself a drink. Once that was done he put the syringe back in the box, then wrapped Yakai's leg up." Alright kid, let's find out exactly what I'm dealing with here."He said before patting Yakai down for a moment, before he found a form of ID on him."Yakai huh? Well Yakai, I injected you with some medicine that should help heal your wounds. It'll take a night for you to completely heal, but you should be able to hobble home. I'd give you a ride, but I think my grappling hook would snap underneath your massive weight. It's not meant to handle beached whales after all."He said walking away, he was prepared to swing away on his grappling hook. But stopped to give Yakai one last bit of advice." You've got guts kid. Your intentions are good, but keep going down the path you're on, and you might not survive for much longer. I went easy on you tonight, next time I won't be so kind. If I see you trying to be a hero again I'll be sure to break both your legs. Drop a few hundred pounds then you can try to be a hero! Until then I hope I don't see your fatass again!"
And with that he swung away, leaving the large disoriented figure of Yakai alone on the roof.


SidTheSkid

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Mazzy

Masakazu ~ The Mad Dog
Bestowing all of this secluded information to this merchant woman felt honorable, liberating Bernkastel was the righteous thing to do not only in his heart but having such a beautiful destructive force be contained inside a raunchy prison with deplorable individuals not even worthy enough to kiss the ground beneath her feet! A beauty such as this deserved better treatment, especially being the anti-reaper of souls and the matriarch of such a fearsome organization as Devicto Mortis, that very name would quake the foundation of which Hell City stands upon because of its negative influence, yet now they’ve started to slack without the dominant hand of Bernkastel whom had only went missing for a month, despite such a small hiatus it was enough for them to push away their daily duties because of the lack of uneasiness being brought down upon them, they have now grown comfortable but the fools have no idea what’s to come when he breaks her free from the shackles that bind her to that contemptible chamber. Nonetheless his mind was having a different disposition, knowing out of all the months to do this that this one in particular would be ultimately foolish because of whom is to arrive at the syndicate’s foyer! A nervous expression wracked Masakazu’s profile as he shifted his upper-body in a different direction, partially facing away from Keiko as he thought about the return of Amai-aku, that exact name translated into “Sweet Evil” or “Sweet Darkness”.

As intimidating as Bernkastel is, Amai was an absolute sight to behold when it came to being such a ruthless force, so much so that he immediately began second-guessing himself after handing over the slip of paper to the saleswoman. Fortunately she doesn’t know he’s alive, with a new appearance to boot too! But with Kimiko’s swift betrayal and departure there was no-one to thoroughly explain the baffling circumstances of what had happen, with all of this happening he’d be surprised if anyone was still there. Temporary fears of the imminent future was postponed when Keiko accepted the offer, Masakazu couldn’t believe how fortunate he was to stumble upon this strange girl whom leaned in with an intriguing grin widening across her face as she told him the whereabouts of Bernkastel. Psychotic robo-bears and drunk Russian men? That explanation alone was the least reassuring thing that he’s heard, no hints to who actually kidnapped Bernkastel except it being someone that’s biologically enhanced with heavy machinery, enough hardware to expose a gifted-human’s weaknesses. She soon ended with the vague conclusion of not having all the details as to the security measures being taken into precaution and finally the coordinates to the prison itself, including the supposed photograph of the building she was locked away in. “You really do have your sources.” Whomever this person was, they were impressive to say the very least. Showing up out of nowhere but at the appropriate time with information and gadgets galore, if this were prior to his death he would’ve considered paying the woman to work for him but he couldn’t help but think that even he couldn’t pay for this woman’s expensive tastes.“You don’t know how much I appreciate this, maybe one day we’ll cross paths once again but for now… I have a wicked enchantress to save!” After selecting a few eye-provoking firearms it was time to depart from the near-ruined police station until something caught his attention in the distance, a room marked with equipment. Maybe something in there had some vital usage to it? Amazement flashed before him as he bared witness to a jaw-dropping stash of ballistic vests including something stored away behind a human-sized display case, upon opening it the vision of a kevlar plated EOD suit twinkled in his eye, it was… Gorgeous! Similar to that of an impatient child on Christmas morning he swiftly broke the glass exterior and put the outfit on, piece by piece except for the helmet which he held in his hand before stepping out of the room and into the waiting room. “Catcha later, by the way… Name’s Masakazu i’m kind of popular around here, well… Use to be, but that doesn’t matter. When I manage to find you again i’ll make sure to take a look at the rest of your stock.” He gave a simple wave to Keiko as he left the front entrance of the police-department, comfortably fitting the ballistic helmet around his head as he checked heavy machine gun in his possession, the other firearms being scattered around his body like ornaments. There was enough ammunition and weapons on him to go to war with the entire damn population of Hell City, or so it looked. “The Mad Dog is finally off the leash!” He shouted with adrenaline pouring from his lungs. He could only hope that Bernkastel could hold out a bit longer.

{A Couple hours later.} {Introduction of side character, main character in next chapter.}
“Miss Amai!” Three well-dressed figures politely bow, placing their foreheads onto the carpet of the extensive throne room with Chairman Amai looking rather bored. “Go on... “ She uttered, rolling her eyes while twirling her cane in annoyance at the bodies before her whom appeared absolutely terrified of the woman, she didn’t so much as look at them or raise her voice and they were still on edge with one nervously standing up while shaking in his dress-shoes before giving his deliverance. “Chairman, we’ve readied your exodus to Tora Syndicate. But, it seems that nobody answered our replies when we tried to contact them, should we wait?” Amai shook her head at the comment before changing her posture, a psychotic smile twisting her lips with a malevolent stare that complimented the sinister miasma she gave. “That won't be necessary. Besides, it’ll be a surprise.” With that being added the group of men pick themselves up off the ground as Amai gently removed herself from the throne, treading lightly as she made her way outside of the throne room.

Spoiler: Miss Amai~Aku

{Spoilers are absolutely broken >_>, when I tried to edit last post it just made two spoilers instead of one. Had to make another post.}
{ Mitchs98 , TheHufflepuffRabbit - By the way this character will be added in Chapter four or at-least at the end of Chapter 3. }​

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

THE TROUBLEMAKER Mitchs98 Sugary_Paragraphs

Rika didn't know that her punches could break through walls. In fact, she swore that that was not an aspect of her...unless the time loop was now screwing up her superpowers too. In which case, the universe probably hated her at this point. Her, the person who had accidentally messed up the space-time continuum, who felt as though she was getting older with each passing day and was watching her friends, sometimes aware, other times blissfully unaware, walk past her. It was hard, knowing that she had a lot of responsibility for what was going on. Which some people didn't even know was going on as it happened. Then again, focusing on that was not a good idea as of now. She was trapped underneath some box robot girl, of whom was asking what she had broken. "......Not as much as we have...." Rika mumbled in response, not really thinking that Shiro probably had no idea what she was talking about. The short girl squirmed underneath the albino, then, realizing that she was too heavy, gave up, just sort of laying there.

It was funny, how many things she could contemplate whilst stuck underneath a box robot girl. The time loop, the deaths, what she was doing with her life, and of course, the How Many Times Rika Has Died Tally. If she wound up getting suffocated under here, this would be the....twelfth? Thirteenth? Rika squinted; she really needed to keep track of how many times she had died. And exactly how much time would have passed, had the city not been trapped in a timeline. Let's see....at this point it would have been about six months or so since the original July 7. It would be freaking 2045.

Well. She had screwed time up.

Rika sighed, folding her arms over her chest.

By the looks of it, this was one of the crazier timelines, seeing as Gifted Humans were being witch-hunted and captured. She was lucky that she hadn't been captured yet, but then again a), her powers weren't very obvious, b), only a select few were aware of what she could do with time, and c), before the timeloop, she hadn't used her powers that much anyways. So her chances of getting captured were lower than that of the average Gifted Human. Which was good.

Wait.

.....Was now really a good time to be contemplating such things?

THE LETTERMAN SidTheSkid

Bismarck's downward spiral into anxiety suddenly paused at the sound of Miss Bellatrix's oddly soothing voice, reassuring him about being able to see his family again. He hoped she was right; the most he needed right now was to hear that his brother had gone on a murderous rampage. In fact, he would probably faint if he heard that, knowing himself. He did, however, feel a sense of reassurance from the other slave, even a glimmer of hope. This was, undoubtedly, not what he had expected. Bellatrix seemed to be a kind person, someone that he could trust to talk to. He knew it. He knew that, no matter what, hope still existed. And if he just clung to that, good things would happen. Guaranteed. Bismarck didn't know what happened next, but soon he felt his lips getting pushed upwards into a forced smile. He felt himself blushing; even when she moved her hands away, he was still grinning like an idiot. He nodded slightly; it was about time he got back to work with cooking before the beef burnt.

It was....odd. Bismarck had sworn himself to Maria, and yet he found Miss Bellatrix oddly attractive. He sighed lightly, returning to his cooking. Maybe if he didn't think of it, he wouldn't have to worry about this. There was a lot of silence from his end; so much was going on inside his head that he didn't even know what to say. What if Chuck really did go nuts? Regret for leaving his brother behind seeped through him and caused tears to spike his eyes. He had made his promise to Luce, that he would get back his starball, no matter what it took.

I can't go back on my promise. I can't go back on my promise. I can't go back on my promise. Sighing, Bismarck wiped away the newborn tears, trying his best not to cry.

"I-It's fine......th-thank you, Miss Bellatrix," he said softly, watching the meat brown. "I-I just--it's complicated."

Come on, Bismarck, this is your chance.

".......Miss Bellatrix?" Bismarck took a deep breath.

Do it for Luce.

Do it for your best friend.

"I've heard tell that Sir Hades possesses an item known as a 'starball'. It's the life force of a kitsune. I was wondering where he keeps it because...." Okay, now he needed an excuse. "....Because I have knowledge on magical creatures and it's for my studies. Intellectual purposes, you know. He might also wish to know the....err....function of it. So......do you happen to know where he keeps it so I can investigate it and its properties?"

Bismarck Donovan Saedor, you are either entirely insane or a genius.

 

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Chuck Saedor
Chuck pursed his lips at the mention of William. To be honest, William was one of the very few people in this City he could trust. Unfortunately, Nic and Phin weren't as trustworthy. And considering William's past troubles with cats (he even recalled a tale where William freaked out at the sight of Maria), he didn't really think leaving the small mouse boy at the hands of two Neko children was a good idea. Momentarily broken from his thoughts, Chuck blinked at Maria's teasing, huffing and looking away with a frown. "H-He's ha-had it coming si-since th-the beginning..." Chuck mumbled to himself. He was already contemplating bodily harm toward the fox before this whole Bismarck fiasco even happened, and now, he had a good reason to go a little farther. Plus, who knew what kinda sick things they were making Bismarck do wherever the traitor sold him. He shuddered, his stomach turning at the thought. He tuned back in when Maria, now equipped with her sword, mentioned Elizabeth, causing him to ponder this option. He was sure she was doing something important right now...Gah! But what could be more important than saving Bismarck?! "Ca-Call He-Her. We need a-all th-the help we ca-can ge-get..."

Right. Now, all he had to do was find someone to watch the kids, and then get dressed. He turned and was about to walk to the stairs, only to stop at the sound of the door slamming open, causing him to sigh and turn...only for his eye to twitch. The freaking cause of the mess...was standing right there?! With a wide-eyed angry look, he watched Anita stumble to the counter and demand...a beer and snickers? He clenched his fist and he narrowed his eyes at her. She wanted a damn beer and snickers after being the sole reason of the increase in slavery? Not to mention the fact that Luce used one of HER cuffs in the first place! With each list of things she wanted, Chuck only grew angrier and angrier, just glaring at her silently even as she rudely made her way inside their kitchen and helped herself to the beer, getting drunk straight afterwards.

"...Wh-Where's Bi-Bismarck?!" He practically exploded, stomping up to her drunken state and grabbing her shoulders before shaking her as hard as he could. "H-He's Lo-Locked up somewhere pr-probably sc-scared out of hi-his mi-mind! And the JE-JERK wh-who took him wa-was us-using YOUR cuffs!"

TheHufflepuffRabbit Mitchs98

William Henson
William, unaware of all the current chaos that was happening, slowly slipped some coffee from his miniature mug and watched the sun rise through the window from the smaller window of his miniature house. "Yeeep...anytime now." William said, swirling around the coffee a bit. It had been days since the time loop, and it seemed as though he had seen less of Rika now than he did then due to her trying to give them some more time. It was starting to become a real serious problem, honestly. With each new loop, different changes took place. First Bern finding the kids, and now this slavery business. They needed a plan...

Crash!

...Maybe later.

-

"Heya, Rika! And Shiro, right?" William asked as he finally arrived at the scene, standing directly beside the two as the kids watched from behind. He tilted his head at the sight of an unhappy Rika underneath both part of his wall and someone who looked like that lady Bismarck talks to a lot in a cardboard box. They've never really had spoken, and he was pretty sure she had no clue who he was, but he heard her name get tossed around a couple times in the streets. "Ya mind standin' up for a sec? Rika's kinda under ya right now..."

TheHufflepuffRabbit Mitchs98

 

[SidTheSkid]

Spoiler: Caligula

The Unholy Father ~ Caligula O. Keller​

It nearly felt like the holidays in his mind, awaiting for his new subservient chamberlain to arrive like a gift underneath the decorative tree on Christmas morning, but this was quite the ‘present’ to be soon unraveled in front of him as any ordinary chump off the streets could assume the personality of a well-perceived manservant but taking on the responsibilities and undergoing them every single day requires extreme diligence especially underneath a demanding force such as Caligula. Would this gift turn out to be a heap of coal discovered in his stocking or a dazzling diamond in disguise? It was only a matter of minutes before the man known as ‘Heinrich’ would step forth to take on the rigorous prerequisite of becoming a full-time employee of Caligula manor, only fate could decide whether or not he was truly worthy. “Well, well I see you’re quite dressed for the occasion.” There he was, the man of the hour! Entering the glamorous foyer with complimenting attire and peerless confidence in his eyes and a stern expression outlining his figure as he stood before his proprietor. Not a single thing looked out of place when it came to the interviewing uniform that he donned so extravagantly, it was an impressive sight indeed but not enough to seal the deal. Of course his response to the uncertainty that was mention before-hand was spot-on, blessed with a silver-tongue as well? Either this person was perhaps the best fake to ever walk into his courtyard or someone who’ll give a new meaning to service. Interim chuckles sprang from his throat as he overheard his respective speech along with the compliments sprinkled on-top of it. “Ah, I see you have a way with words but compliments shall only get one so far. You and I as men are created completely equal, there is no need to look at me with such adulation. Think of it as just someone hiring another’s services.” Caligula replied while rethinking of the evening that he has in store for him.
“Daily routinely cleaning, trimming, and so forth but i’ll mention all the vital details when I have a one on one conversation with you.”

Excellent, the moment of truth was nearly upon him once he took step back and adjusted his posture before pushing his way through the double-doors and onto the slightly raised veranda with a series of polished granite steps with a reinforced glass finish. “Isn’t it?” He said, responding to his admiration of the vineyard’s beauty while placing his palm onto the railing, gazing upon Heinrich as he made his way to the tiled stone walkway and soon stopping a couple of feet away from him. “Thank you, i’m glad we both share the same taste. I’d say, i’m probably more excited than you are to show you the rest of this grand establishment. But first we must get our introductions out of the way and finish this interview before giving you a tour!” Clearing his throat, Caligula pushed up the middle arch of his square-rimmed glasses causing a part of his lens to shine from the reflection of the sun, complimenting his unwavering serious composure as he proceeded to speak. “Welcome to the Caligula estate, as you may know i’m Caligula Keller a wealthy preacher from Germany as well as a man of respect for the many arts. I shall be conducting a test to see if you truly have the capability of becoming my head chamberlain, I hope that you are ready because we are beginning… Now.” Without warning Caligula reached into the inside of his coat pocket and brought out a collection of ornaments all ranging in size in the palm of his hand but all made from a very fragile substance. “Don’t let a single one hit the ground.” Within mere seconds all sorts of priceless pieces begun twirling through the sky after being tossed by Caligula who was watching the possibly confused Heinrich, this definitely wasn’t an ordinary interview but it was going to show if he had the capacity of maintaining these effort-draining tasks of this house.
{ Solemn Jester ~ Heinrich }
​

Spoiler: Bellatrix

Bellatrix ~ Cerberus The Hellhound​

Thank goodness! Bellatrix couldn’t be more delighted to see that recognizable blush crawl across his face after her playful actions, she couldn’t help but bring out a radiant smile in response to his own. Surely Bismarck wasn’t happy but then again at-least this put him in a better mood, enough for him not to be swallowed by the recurring atmosphere of depression that most slaves are normally consumed with, often not managing to survive a matter of a year without taking their own lives at the idea of abandoned hope. All of these indifferent reactions from new arrivals, some of which embody all sorts of pent-up rage and the others often try to use their thick-skin to pull their way out of the scenario but it always ends in complete anguish. Bellatrix could sense so much of it bottling up inside Bismarck as he brushed it away with a deep sight, getting back to cooking a meal despite his own emotions getting in the way yet almost like a pop-can being dropped the several feelings of hurt managed to tear their way out of him as tears began forming amidst his eyes. (“No, no not again!” ) Bellatrix thought as she instinctively pulled herself to his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and slightly hugging him in an effort to relax the agitated servant. She could seem to wrap her own head around the notion of mourning but her body manages to feel indifferent, gaining a cold throbbing feeling against her heart when seeing someone in such a state of ruin. She remembered asking Hades about the slaves from time to time and why they felt so torn with sentiments but the answer always remained the same. (“They are just coming to terms with their new reality. They are selfish and take for granted the new life that i’ve given them.”)

She reluctantly remembered while looking at the discourage Bismarck. Bellatrix was happy, so why couldn’t they be happy as well? Such confusion gripped her mind like a tightened vice causing her to momentarily close her eyes in panic at the ‘shocking’ revelation that Hades might not actually be a wonderful owner. “Nonsense.” Bellatrix bit the bottom of her lip while unconsciously brushing her fingers through Bismarck’s strands of hair still trying to make him happy as she thought about the predicament. (“Hades has given me life, he has given me a great place to live… But why do these people feel so much pain?”) Tiny droplets of blood dripped down from the excessive force brought down on her lip, now onto her chin with the red plasma touching a part of the table with Bellatrix recognizing and immediately snatching a cloth from nearby and wiping away the unsightly blood before using her forearm to get the rest off her lip and momentarily forgetting about the dreadful thought. “You’re welcome and sorry about that! Yeaah, seems like a lot of things are complicated when working for Hades, ha-ha..” She broke away from him as she pushed her hands up to her jawline once more but with a more conflicted posture as she leisurely stared at the egg-white colored wall in front of her until hearing her name spout out from Bismarck again, turning her head she looked back at him with a curious look as he continued to mention something about a ‘star ball’ and how he needed it for research and that it pertained to something foxy-related, such an odd favor but she couldn’t help but oblige.

“Alright, i’ll show you but first you take care of that meal and i’ll take you to this star ball thingy! Please promise me you will not touch it though? Hades would get very upset at both you and me if you did something like that.” Then again after saying that, Hades would probably get upset just by showing him where it was, it’s a necessary sacrifice to keep his hopes up at-least! Once a few days pass by Bellatrix will be able to go out and get groceries for Hades, maybe during that time he could give Bismarck some fresh air to further relax him. “Mm, it’s perfect! I’ll let Hades know that it’s done. It’ll take a while for him to come down so that should give you enough time to chop that meat up and add the whole noodles and sauce!” Bellatrix leaped in enjoyment at the astonishing scent, it was beyond scrumptious! Hades was definitely going to enjoy this. Upon making her way opposite of the counter she gripped a small rope attached to a bell and began swaying the rope side to side, ringing it as to get the attention of Hades.
{ TheHufflepuffRabbit , Time for Hades to taste the meal }

 

[Solemn Jester]

Spoiler: Heinrich

Spoiler: Caligula

The Unholy Father ~ Caligula O. Keller​

It nearly felt like the holidays in his mind, awaiting for his new subservient chamberlain to arrive like a gift underneath the decorative tree on Christmas morning, but this was quite the ‘present’ to be soon unraveled in front of him as any ordinary chump off the streets could assume the personality of a well-perceived manservant but taking on the responsibilities and undergoing them every single day requires extreme diligence especially underneath a demanding force such as Caligula. Would this gift turn out to be a heap of coal discovered in his stocking or a dazzling diamond in disguise? It was only a matter of minutes before the man known as ‘Heinrich’ would step forth to take on the rigorous prerequisite of becoming a full-time employee of Caligula manor, only fate could decide whether or not he was truly worthy. “Well, well I see you’re quite dressed for the occasion.” There he was, the man of the hour! Entering the glamorous foyer with complimenting attire and peerless confidence in his eyes and a stern expression outlining his figure as he stood before his proprietor. Not a single thing looked out of place when it came to the interviewing uniform that he donned so extravagantly, it was an impressive sight indeed but not enough to seal the deal. Of course his response to the uncertainty that was mention before-hand was spot-on, blessed with a silver-tongue as well? Either this person was perhaps the best fake to ever walk into his courtyard or someone who’ll give a new meaning to service. Interim chuckles sprang from his throat as he overheard his respective speech along with the compliments sprinkled on-top of it. “Ah, I see you have a way with words but compliments shall only get one so far. You and I as men are created completely equal, there is no need to look at me with such adulation. Think of it as just someone hiring another’s services.” Caligula replied while rethinking of the evening that he has in store for him.
“Daily routinely cleaning, trimming, and so forth but i’ll mention all the vital details when I have a one on one conversation with you.” Excellent, the moment of truth was nearly upon him once he took step back and adjusted his posture before pushing his way through the double-doors and onto the slightly raised veranda with a series of polished granite steps with a reinforced glass finish. “Isn’t it?” He said, responding to his admiration of the vineyard’s beauty while placing his palm onto the railing, gazing upon Heinrich as he made his way to the tiled stone walkway and soon stopping a couple of feet away from him. “Thank you, i’m glad we both share the same taste. I’d say, i’m probably more excited than you are to show you the rest of this grand establishment. But first we must get our introductions out of the way and finish this interview before giving you a tour!” Clearing his throat, Caligula pushed up the middle arch of his square-rimmed glasses causing a part of his lens to shine from the reflection of the sun, complimenting his unwavering serious composure as he proceeded to speak. “Welcome to the Caligula estate, as you may know i’m Caligula Keller a wealthy preacher from Germany as well as a man of respect for the many arts. I shall be conducting a test to see if you truly have the capability of becoming my head chamberlain, I hope that you are ready because we are beginning… Now.” Without warning Caligula reached into the inside of his coat pocket and brought out a collection of ornaments all ranging in size in the palm of his hand but all made from a very fragile substance. “Don’t let a single one hit the ground.” Within mere seconds all sorts of priceless pieces begun twirling through the sky after being tossed by Caligula who was watching the possibly confused Heinrich, this definitely wasn’t an ordinary interview but it was going to show if he had the capacity of maintaining these effort-draining tasks of this house.
{ Solemn Jester ~ Heinrich }
{ Shall be adding Bellatrix's post shortly.}​

Heinrich Saedor
Heinrich smiled, slightly off put by Cal's friendly demeanor. Most of his master's would sooner have him groveling at their feet rather than standing by their sides as equals. He had to admit Cal certainly was a change of pace. He seemed respectable enough, but he also seemed to be a man with alterier motives. " Of course without a interview how would you know if I'm the man for the job. I entered your manor completely expecting this. I always come prepared, which is why I also did extensive research on you. I do hope you don't mind, I just felt it would be reckless to come in without any knowledge of the man hiring me. Especially in this location, hell city has never been a kind place to me."He told Cal standing straight like a board, or one of those British royal guards.


Of course since he had done his research he knew all the things Cal had told him. But he also knew much more, having the connections he did he had called in a few favors. To get a bit of info on his new Master that he wouldn't have been able to get otherwise. He knew of his tragic past, as well as his past endevours. Which was part of the reason he had his suspicions. But Heinrich was a respectful man, so he didn't dwell and deeper into Cal's past than he needed. When Cal pulled out his expensive nicknacs Heinrich was on guard. He expected some sudden sneak attack. Attack being a test of his skill of course. Heinrichs eyes shined with a intense determination as time seemed to slow down. His massive form suddenly seemed to disappear. His large mits reaching out at the air, and almost as soon as the ornaments left Cal's palms and hit the air they seemed to disappear. Heinrich stood in front of Cal, the intense look still on his face. So intense that if you listened closely you could hear a Huey sound like you might hear on a Japanese anime or something of the sort when someone suddenly appears out of nowhere. His expression softened slightly, no longer as intimidating, and intense as it once was. He held his hand out showing all the ornaments safely caught."While I appreciate your testing my skills I truly hope this isn't the best you've prepared for me. Otherwise the jobs almost assured, and I've never liked anything to be assured for me, I prefer to work for my spot in the world. Makes me feel truly full filled. Anyway next task?"
Heinrich said all of this as kindly as possible, not wishing to come of cocky. In all honesty when it came to household work, or saving priceless objects he was the man for the job. He seemed to be at a hundred and ten percent when he had to do something like rebuild a house, or catch a thousand falling gold coins. But that agility, and speed always seemed to be absent when it came to other task, such as battle.


SidTheSkid

Mitchs98

TheHufflepuffRabbit


Samson Hearth
Samson was so tired of the constant time loops. Of course Hell city seemed to keep things interesting even with the time loop. But if there was one thing Samson couldn't stand it was disorganization. He was all about order, even if he had a odd way of going about it. But he understood that there was always meant to be a balance. Good, and evil. Night, and day. Fire, and ice. Everything had to have a Ying to it's Yang. Everything had a process to go through, a normal procedure that made the world tick. He was amazed the universe hadn't imploded on itself with the constant time manipulation changing it. But disregarding that, he had to deal with the situation before him.

Samson had opened a portal with his convieniant magic sword. Only to step out to Rika, the little mischievous person behind the time issue being sat on by Shiro. A gifted human that Samson watched on occasion when he wanted to laugh at the stupidity of humans. Samson frowned, standing with his arm leaning on his sword, the portal closing behind him. "Umm, is this a bad time? I'd hate to interrupt your little honeymoon."He said in a cold sarcastic manner, annoyed, and minorly offput by the scene before him."I've come to discuss business with you. Things that could potentially solve your issues in this time line. But if you're busy I can just let you have a moment."He smirked his eyes glowing with a blue wick of flames. Which seemed to grow brighter as his thoughts for the future rushed through his mind. Oh yes, he had quite the plans in store for miss Rika."I'd like to work with you. If you accept I'm sure it'll be the start of a very.. Beautiful relationship."
Samson lip curled in a devilish smile, as he awaited her response.