Chapter 2: Of Protagonists and Plot Devices

THE SCIENTIST AND THE EXPLORER Mitchs98 Mitchs98
"How....could I have been so stupid?" The blonde ghost muttered numbly as she sat at the table, her fists clenched as Sierra comfortingly patted her back. Looking down at the phone with the message about Yozaku. Realizing that she had been lied to. She had watched the video. She had heard his voice declaring his love for her as he....as he.....

"UGH!" Kathy slapped Sierra's hand away from her, her blue eyes welled up with tears. "That damn cop had better be prepared to be blown to fucking bits!"

"He willlllll."

"I mean, having sex with another woman before I could break up with him! The NERVE of that guy!"

"What a bitch."

"And did you HEAR him in the vid?! He was all like, 'I will love you forever' and 'you and me are meant to be' and all that gushy stuff! Anita had better be taking care of him right this instant, cuz I don't even wanna look at him!"

"Kathy. Kathy. Kathy." Sierra comfortingly grabbed her fellow ghost's wrists, looking the girl dead in the eye. She seemed serious for once in her life. "Deep breath. Let me give you some advice. If he does that sorta thing, you should probably dump him. Like, that is just not cool. You don't deserve an asshole like that. You deserve....I dunno....a famous scientist! An Einstein in the making! Someone who appreciates you!"

"Yeah. Yeah! You know what, you're right! That jerk doesn't deserve the best scientist in Hell City, and if he wants me back, he'll have to fight for me! Thanks, Sierra. You're.....not as bad as I thought you were."

"Thank you~!"

The girls looked at each other, grinning. They had developed a certain understanding of each other.

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Anita ducked behind the wall she'd hidden behind as Yozaku retaliated. His voice sounded strange. Too strange. The cyborg waited until the gunfire had ceased before walking over to him. He had collapsed, now reaching out a hand to her. The Thomas head bent over him, observing a seemingly helpless Yozaku. If she held onto his hand, what would happen? Would she get flipped over? The girl knew that trick too well, so she shook her head, pressing Yozaku's gun to his skull. "Yozaku, I just don't get it, man," she said softly, keeping the gun against him as she stared with steely blue eyes. "You really think that you can just get away with this by playing the victim? Did you once assume that I'm that stupid?! 'Cuz guess what, buddy, I'm not. If you want this to end peacefully, I recommend you accept your punishment, put your hands up in surrender so I can cuff you, and then come with us. You can talk to Kathy's ghost in person and she will decide what I'll do to you. It's only fair. Take note that I'm going easy on you and could shoot you if I felt like it. Got it?"
 
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THE SCIENTIST AND THE EXPLORER Mitchs98 Mitchs98
"How....could I have been so stupid?" The blonde ghost muttered numbly as she sat at the table, her fists clenched as Sierra comfortingly patted her back. Looking down at the phone with the message about Yozaku. Realizing that she had been lied to. She had watched the video. She had heard his voice declaring his love for her as he....as he.....

"UGH!" Kathy slapped Sierra's hand away from her, her blue eyes welled up with tears. "That damn cop had better be prepared to be blown to fucking bits!"

"He willlllll."

"I mean, having sex with another woman before I could break up with him! The NERVE of that guy!"

"What a bitch."

"And did you HEAR him in the vid?! He was all like, 'I will love you forever' and 'you and me are meant to be' and all that gushy stuff! Anita had better be taking care of him right this instant, cuz I don't even wanna look at him!"

"Kathy. Kathy. Kathy." Sierra comfortingly grabbed her fellow ghost's wrists, looking the girl dead in the eye. She seemed serious for once in her life. "Deep breath. Let me give you some advice. If he does that sorta thing, you should probably dump him. Like, that is just not cool. You don't deserve an asshole like that. You deserve....I dunno....a famous scientist! An Einstein in the making! Someone who appreciates you!"

"Yeah. Yeah! You know what, you're right! That jerk doesn't deserve the best scientist in Hell City, and if he wants me back, he'll have to fight for me! Thanks, Sierra. You're.....not as bad as I thought you were."

"Thank you~!"

The girls looked at each other, grinning. They had developed a certain understanding of each other.

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Anita ducked behind the wall she'd hidden behind as Yozaku retaliated. His voice sounded strange. Too strange. The cyborg waited until the gunfire had ceased before walking over to him. He had collapsed, now reaching out a hand to her. The Thomas head bent over him, observing a seemingly helpless Yozaku. If she held onto his hand, what would happen? Would she get flipped over? The girl knew that trick too well, so she shook her head, pressing Yozaku's gun to his skull. "Yozaku, I just don't get it, man," she said softly, keeping the gun against him as she stared with steely blue eyes. "You really think that you can just get away with this by playing the victim? Did you once assume that I'm that stupid?! 'Cuz guess what, buddy, I'm not. If you want this to end peacefully, I recommend you accept your punishment, put your hands up in surrender so I can cuff you, and then come with us. You can talk to Kathy's ghost in person and she will decide what I'll do to you. It's only fair. Take note that I'm going easy on you and could shoot you if I felt like it. Got it?"
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Don
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While his dear Anita was off fighting the vendictive, psychotic, police Chief that use to be their friend. Don was off winning it big at duck duck decapitation. He had really made a killing, three toes, four thumbs, (because those where worth the most on the black market) and even a leg. It was just lucky that Don could manifest items, because ooohhhiee there was a lot of blood. So to make sure the officers didn't bleed to death he cauterized the wounds. Then after they had all quit and gone to sleep, (passed out from blood lose, or pain) Don was left bored out of his mind. He crossed his arms pouting," fucking pussies! I've taken way worse! But I didn't pass out.......much...After the fifth time. Okay whatever! It's gotten quit I'm gonna check on Anita, and the ole scrooge."
Don called walking out of the room as the police station was filled with the loud sound of Yozaku returning fire.


Don returned just in time to see the final interaction between Yozaku, and Anita. It seemed that Anita had won. Which made Don smile smugly, he proudly marched over to Anita, putting an arm around her shoulder. He aimed his smug smile at Yozaku, his voice filled with pride, and arragance."Aww what's wrong? Did the big bad police chief blow a gasket? Guess that's to bad for you," Don taunted as Yozaku just stared up at them his body unable to react only his human eye seemingly pleading for someone to help him. Then his hand dropped, and he passed out, leaving Don with a disappointed frown."Damn! I wanted to taunt him some more! Oh well, guess I can just bag him, then once he wakes up I'll have all the time in the world to taunt him."Don said poking the unconscious Yozaku, and staring off day dreaming about tormenting Yozaku, with a giddy smile on his face. He then shot to his feet, and turned to Anita." Don't worry babe, I'll take care of the gear Head. Wrap him up, put him in the back of the car. It'll be real quick, clean, no worries."
Don said making guns with his hands, and pointing them at Anita,"Bang bang!"Don said winking at Anita, and lifting up the passed out Yozaku. Lifting him over his shoulder. He was preparing to place Yozaku when something occurred to him. He turned towards Anita, with a look of uncertainty on his face," um, we still blowing this place up? Because we'd best get going if so, I don't know how much longer this place is going to stay quiet if you know what I mean."Don said referring to the fact that more cops could arrive at any moment. Unaware that most of the other forces were currently assisting Bern in her battle.
 
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Masakazu Fuma.
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ)(Currently: A complete mess of emotions.)
One heart-felt kiss after another, weak-kneed and composed of absolute reticence. Masakazu’s gut begun to convulse as if there were imaginary butterflies fluttering about through the entirety of his innards while gazing upon Bernkastel’s enchanting semblance that was only pushed forward by that ‘silver tongue’ she was blessed with. Yozaku may’ve been treated with similar intentions from the way she composed herself around that bumptious police chief but behind his back she gave the impression of being head over heels for the intimidating yakuza boss, unknowingly ensnaring him further into that man-eating web she so wonderfully crafts with that cunning of hers. Letting out a soft chuckle, Masakazu had a sneaking suspicion that his pampering treatment by Bern wasn’t only more sincere but overall better than what he’s ever gotten, only falsely proving in his manipulated head that both of them had a genuine relationship with strong feelings conjoining their lover’s souls with one another, alas he never accidentally stumbled upon that one intriguing video that Bernkastel and Yozaku made in the heat of the moment and a very popular video at that on some suggestive sites. “Oh boy.” He thought as the duplicitous woman came rushing in to his side, clutching his arm against her breast, leaning in and gazing upon him with those dinner-plate sized eyes of hers that continued to make his stomach churn with emotions as she enticed him with a playful utterance of his name, despite being terrifying as Hell when the situation arises, Bernkastel definitely knew how to create a spot-on puppy dog face when attempting to gain the favor of a gullible man. “A r-r-eward?” His voice sunk as his vivid thoughts of what this reward could be flourished into the raunchy depths of his mind, reddening his face to the point where it could’ve been thought as possible to boil water on his own skin! “Of course! Please make sure to call if you need any help.”

He smirked, having his dumbfounded face compiled with lust and feelings as he waved his goodbyes to her as she descended back down into the inner-sanctum of Domus Tenebris, leaving both a passion-filled warlord and a naive outlandish person alone in the eerie cemetery. Shiro’s pleading with Bernkastel fell upon deaf ears, as she was already far-gone by the time she made her announcement, Masakazu switched his focus now upon the quirky girl who was definitely unfamiliar to him, in-fact where did she come from? Oh, right. She was the one who brought those damned dogs into the grave-yard and made him look like a complete fool in-front of his beloved, humiliating. Nonetheless, Masakazu wasn’t too eccentric about getting into another scuffle so maybe he could just get her to ‘shoo’ off by negotiating with this madcap of a lady. “Sometimes you just gotta bust open a couple of eggs to make an omelette. I’m not too thrilled about kidnapping a bunch of munchkins but in the end it’ll be worth it, not only for me and Bern but Hell City. Only the strongest will prevail! Hell city will be restored, reshaped, and remolded into something far more than its present glory. JTA and these other discrepancies are only causing more trouble by getting in our way.” Masakazu huffed with a flaring arrogance ushering in behind each word wisping out from his lips, ending his sentence while crossing his arms overtop each other while lazily looking at the girl. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s about time for me to leave. You included, i’m not having you interrupt Bernkastel so if you’d be a lovely little thing and just go about your merry way that’d be nice.” Masakazu eventually wandered on back to his vehicle, unlocking the driver-side before opening the door and looking back at Shiro, waiting for her to leave or for her to make a response.
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Shiro Fujima
Shiro frowned as Masakazu started speaking. He didn't make much sense whatsoever. In her opinion Hell City was fine how it was. There as still an exorbitant amount of crime, so I mean...why make it worse? If it was made worse it would just be a war-zone and not much of a city. As far as she was concerned that's exactly what it sounded like they were doing. And what did he mean kidnapping munchkins? She assumed he meant children, but did he mean the JTA children or something else? This confused Shiro greatly. Either way she couldn't have these two kidnap kids, that was just wrong! Not to mention she didn't like the looks of them whatsoever. She narrowed her gaze at Masakazu when he told her to leave. She did little more than follow him out and step a foot onto the hood of the vehicle...at the same time inadvertently revealing her lack of..ahem, lower covering.

"Shiro won't let Ratman hurt people." She told him rather simply. "Ratman or crazy lady." She said. She had, honestly, thought the brown haired mans face much so resembled a rat. Hence the name. Sure she had heard his name, but he was a bad guy. Bad guys don't deserve the respect of proper names from Shiro after all! If he tried to attack her, he'd simply receive the hood of his car to the face. That'd show him! Crossing her arms she was rather confident, the gifted albino girl having faced many more threats than just one odd looking guy in a cemetery telling her to leave.​
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THE SCIENTIST AND THE EXPLORER Mitchs98 Mitchs98
"How....could I have been so stupid?" The blonde ghost muttered numbly as she sat at the table, her fists clenched as Sierra comfortingly patted her back. Looking down at the phone with the message about Yozaku. Realizing that she had been lied to. She had watched the video. She had heard his voice declaring his love for her as he....as he.....

"UGH!" Kathy slapped Sierra's hand away from her, her blue eyes welled up with tears. "That damn cop had better be prepared to be blown to fucking bits!"

"He willlllll."

"I mean, having sex with another woman before I could break up with him! The NERVE of that guy!"

"What a bitch."

"And did you HEAR him in the vid?! He was all like, 'I will love you forever' and 'you and me are meant to be' and all that gushy stuff! Anita had better be taking care of him right this instant, cuz I don't even wanna look at him!"

"Kathy. Kathy. Kathy." Sierra comfortingly grabbed her fellow ghost's wrists, looking the girl dead in the eye. She seemed serious for once in her life. "Deep breath. Let me give you some advice. If he does that sorta thing, you should probably dump him. Like, that is just not cool. You don't deserve an asshole like that. You deserve....I dunno....a famous scientist! An Einstein in the making! Someone who appreciates you!"

"Yeah. Yeah! You know what, you're right! That jerk doesn't deserve the best scientist in Hell City, and if he wants me back, he'll have to fight for me! Thanks, Sierra. You're.....not as bad as I thought you were."

"Thank you~!"

The girls looked at each other, grinning. They had developed a certain understanding of each other.

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Anita ducked behind the wall she'd hidden behind as Yozaku retaliated. His voice sounded strange. Too strange. The cyborg waited until the gunfire had ceased before walking over to him. He had collapsed, now reaching out a hand to her. The Thomas head bent over him, observing a seemingly helpless Yozaku. If she held onto his hand, what would happen? Would she get flipped over? The girl knew that trick too well, so she shook her head, pressing Yozaku's gun to his skull. "Yozaku, I just don't get it, man," she said softly, keeping the gun against him as she stared with steely blue eyes. "You really think that you can just get away with this by playing the victim? Did you once assume that I'm that stupid?! 'Cuz guess what, buddy, I'm not. If you want this to end peacefully, I recommend you accept your punishment, put your hands up in surrender so I can cuff you, and then come with us. You can talk to Kathy's ghost in person and she will decide what I'll do to you. It's only fair. Take note that I'm going easy on you and could shoot you if I felt like it. Got it?"
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Alisa Ann; Bearer of Life
Alisa just sighed as she listened to Sierra and Kathy while she cooked. Honestly? She felt bad for the young girl. Sure, she was really young and probably shouldn't be dating someone so old. But she wasn't going to judge at all. Besides, what she had found was kind of more important than the actual dating situation. If it were the anti-reaper she probably would of made an exception on her whole 'trying not to kill people' rule...at the very least she would of chopped his dick off and went on about her business. That would definitely get her point across, she assumed; and she usually wasn't that violent.

Nonetheless, she was happy that the two girls seemed to be getting along for now. Any time they weren't fighting and pulling each others' hair was a very rare moment indeed. Pancakes done she sat three heaping plates on the table along with milk and orange juice before sitting herself down. "Don't count me out, I'm here for you too you know Kathy." She told her. "Ya know. I bet the douche still thinks you're dead...I intended on peacefully taking you to see him after breakfast. Buut.." She began. "What say we go and scare the shit out of him eh?" She suggested, grinning wickedly around a mouth full of pancake.​
 
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Masakazu Fuma.
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ)(Currently: Occupied in thought. )
Momentarily retrieving a single stick of gum out from its package within his coat pocket, Masakazu casually huffed a great exhale before lazily pushing the end of the stick onto his bottom lip and sliding it further into his mouth with his concentration still mainly focused on Shiro who didn’t appear all too pleased by his entire “Let’s make Hell City great again!” Speech, in-fact she was relatively disgusted by his lack of morality and for good reason, solely harming individuals and kidnapping them based on someone’s misguided love or endeavors of making Hell City a dystopian self-paradise doesn’t exactly leave a good mark on one’s karma and his alignment was way beyond repairable. Obviously she wasn’t going to let this stand and she definitely made her point clear once she leaped up onto the polished cobalt colored hood of the Camaro. Irritable enough as that was, Shiro commenced to speak yet again but referring to the Yakuza boss as “Ratman.” Additionally adding in some disrespect by not only comparing his appearance to that of a scrawny rat but continuing to call him one too and from Masakazu’s immediate eye-twitching from her comment, it was starting to crawl under his skin. Nevertheless, he did become a bit more confused and detached from these previous remarks after having a wonderful view of what she was wearing beneath her decorative dress, absolutely nothing! Some would believe that there wouldn’t be a shortage of woman’s lingerie throughout Hell City’s clothing stores but by from the lack of undergarments worn, Masakazu was thinking otherwise.

“Uhh..” He couldn’t help but stare awkwardly for a moment, dazed by what he’d just seen before turning away his head in a shameful display, rolling his shoulders backwards while continuing to let her know his answer to this argumentative discussion that they were having. “Shiro is it? Firstly my name isn’t Ratman, neither is Bernkastel called ‘crazy lady’, just so we’re clear! Secondly you really should pick your enemies wisely before wandering into a place you’re unfamiliar with. Your shining confidence is dazzling and all but try for it not to get you accidentally killed by mistaking it for being stupid sweet-cheeks.” Masakazu looked back up at her with an off-put smile with unknown intentions behind it, making it all too creepy and even a tad alarming from his husk-like eyes that were reminiscent of Death. “But yeah! I’d love to stay and have a big ol’ conversation about how i’m an evil guy and everything and how you plan on stopping me from doing evil things but i’m missing some very important programs right now especially now that there’s a marathon of Courage the cowardly dog!” Masakazu exclaimed, entering the driver side of the vehicle and positioning his rear-end on the cushioned seat, rolling down his window before adjusting his body halfway out the side of the opened window and casting a glance at Shiro. “I’ll give you around ten seconds before I decide to hit the gas pedal and your ditzy ass goes flying off my hood. One more thing, i’d consider wearing something underneath that dress of yours before going out! I mean, pleasant view and all but i’m sure you don’t want everyone seeing your stuff so yeah!” Surely he wasn’t all too concerned about what he had said after all he was in somewhat of a rush, Masakazu fumbled about with his car-keys inside of his pant-pocket before placing them in the ignition and starting up the vehicle, whistling along as he rolled the window back up and listened to some classical tunes.
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Bern smiled in approval as the girl confirmed that she could, in fact, cook, which was an excellent notion for her. She was beginning to get quite hungry just about now, and a personal chef would be a fine addition to Devicto Mortis. So, smiling her Cheshire grin, she clasped her hands together and smiled approvingly, clearly quite pleased with Katie's answer. "Excellent! I suppose that will give you something to do, eh, Katie?" she asked cheerily, opening the cell door and taking the girl by the arm. She didn't seem to mind that the waitress was deathly afraid of her; in fact, it only boosted Bernkastel's confidence as she led her to the kitchen, only stopping for a moment at Damien's cell. "Ah, yes. You. I will deal with you later, as soon as I get a nice breakfast into me. I haven't had breakfast yet," she added, rather conversationally, to Katie, before moving on. Once she reached aforementioned kitchen, which was actually surprisingly nice for being underground, she opened the cupboards and looked to Katie.

"Give me breakfast."

"What's the magic word?" one of her men called from the barstool. Bernkastel rolled her eyes. Of course, she had to say the magic word. Almost childishly, she added;

"Now."

Guess who was never taught how to say please correctly?
 
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(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ)(Currently: Occupied in thought. )
Momentarily retrieving a single stick of gum out from its package within his coat pocket, Masakazu casually huffed a great exhale before lazily pushing the end of the stick onto his bottom lip and sliding it further into his mouth with his concentration still mainly focused on Shiro who didn’t appear all too pleased by his entire “Let’s make Hell City great again!” Speech, in-fact she was relatively disgusted by his lack of morality and for good reason, solely harming individuals and kidnapping them based on someone’s misguided love or endeavors of making Hell City a dystopian self-paradise doesn’t exactly leave a good mark on one’s karma and his alignment was way beyond repairable. Obviously she wasn’t going to let this stand and she definitely made her point clear once she leaped up onto the polished cobalt colored hood of the Camaro. Irritable enough as that was, Shiro commenced to speak yet again but referring to the Yakuza boss as “Ratman.” Additionally adding in some disrespect by not only comparing his appearance to that of a scrawny rat but continuing to call him one too and from Masakazu’s immediate eye-twitching from her comment, it was starting to crawl under his skin. Nevertheless, he did become a bit more confused and detached from these previous remarks after having a wonderful view of what she was wearing beneath her decorative dress, absolutely nothing! Some would believe that there wouldn’t be a shortage of woman’s lingerie throughout Hell City’s clothing stores but by from the lack of undergarments worn, Masakazu was thinking otherwise.

“Uhh..” He couldn’t help but stare awkwardly for a moment, dazed by what he’d just seen before turning away his head in a shameful display, rolling his shoulders backwards while continuing to let her know his answer to this argumentative discussion that they were having. “Shiro is it? Firstly my name isn’t Ratman, neither is Bernkastel called ‘crazy lady’, just so we’re clear! Secondly you really should pick your enemies wisely before wandering into a place you’re unfamiliar with. Your shining confidence is dazzling and all but try for it not to get you accidentally killed by mistaking it for being stupid sweet-cheeks.” Masakazu looked back up at her with an off-put smile with unknown intentions behind it, making it all too creepy and even a tad alarming from his husk-like eyes that were reminiscent of Death. “But yeah! I’d love to stay and have a big ol’ conversation about how i’m an evil guy and everything and how you plan on stopping me from doing evil things but i’m missing some very important programs right now especially now that there’s a marathon of Courage the cowardly dog!” Masakazu exclaimed, entering the driver side of the vehicle and positioning his rear-end on the cushioned seat, rolling down his window before adjusting his body halfway out the side of the opened window and casting a glance at Shiro. “I’ll give you around ten seconds before I decide to hit the gas pedal and your ditzy ass goes flying off my hood. One more thing, i’d consider wearing something underneath that dress of yours before going out! I mean, pleasant view and all but i’m sure you don’t want everyone seeing your stuff so yeah!” Surely he wasn’t all too concerned about what he had said after all he was in somewhat of a rush, Masakazu fumbled about with his car-keys inside of his pant-pocket before placing them in the ignition and starting up the vehicle, whistling along as he rolled the window back up and listened to some classical tunes.
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Shiro Fujima
Shiro had absolutely no idea why he was staring so awkwardly. Maybe she was intimidating him? Surely that was it! Shiro was pretty scary after all! Totally not just some crazy albino girl in a dress without any underwear or anything. Nope, totally the most intimidating badass to ever exist. ...At-least she wanted to think that anyway. People that lived near her seemed to think so anyways. She stared blankly as Masakazu protested her use of names, saying that he wasn't Ratman. He had seemed annoyed by it, but hey she was honestly just telling the truth. He DID somewhat resemble a rat! "Shiro might be stupid but Shiro is strong!" She insisted, knowing full well of her own stupidity. She tilted her head when he mentioned that cartoons seemed to be more important than what was going on. She figured he was just trying to bullshit her and get her to go away. Shiro, while as dumb as an ox most of the time, was also twice as stubborn.

Him revving the engine and threatening to run her over did little to threaten her. But when he mentioned underwear.."Huh?" She asked. "What does Ratman mean?" She added. The entire concept of underwear eluded the girl, in all honesty she just thought the pairs she had seen was some kind of spare clothing or something. Nonetheless...the threat about running her over didn't sit well. So, without any real warning Shiro hopped off the car, knelt down beside it, and casually ripped one of the tires off with a bit of effort. "No running Shiro over, bad." She told him simply, stepping back and tossing the tire directly at the passenger seat window. Bad move? Probably. Was it fun? Damn right.​
 
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Bern smiled in approval as the girl confirmed that she could, in fact, cook, which was an excellent notion for her. She was beginning to get quite hungry just about now, and a personal chef would be a fine addition to Devicto Mortis. So, smiling her Cheshire grin, she clasped her hands together and smiled approvingly, clearly quite pleased with Katie's answer. "Excellent! I suppose that will give you something to do, eh, Katie?" she asked cheerily, opening the cell door and taking the girl by the arm. She didn't seem to mind that the waitress was deathly afraid of her; in fact, it only boosted Bernkastel's confidence as she led her to the kitchen, only stopping for a moment at Damien's cell. "Ah, yes. You. I will deal with you later, as soon as I get a nice breakfast into me. I haven't had breakfast yet," she added, rather conversationally, to Katie, before moving on. Once she reached aforementioned kitchen, which was actually surprisingly nice for being underground, she opened the cupboards and looked to Katie.

"Give me breakfast."

"What's the magic word?" one of her men called from the barstool. Bernkastel rolled her eyes. Of course, she had to say the magic word. Almost childishly, she added;

"Now."

Guess who was never taught how to say please correctly?
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Following Bern to the kitchen as a puppy might follow it's owner into it's new home Katie finally got the guts to look directly at Bern. After all, she was acting rather cheerful. Maybe she would be kept alive...

The demand for breakfast once they reached the kitchens wasn't that much of a surprise. What did how ever was the rather childish 'now' that escaped Bern. This woman was cold and threatening not even a few minutes ago and now here she was demanding to be made breakfast. Of course, that didn't mean Katie was going to tell her no.

"Do you have any preference?" She asked rather cautiously. "I can make just about anything. An omlet, waffles, pancakes oatmeal, french toast, or I could just make you cereal if that's all you really want."
 
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Anita turned around to see Don, watching solemnly as he walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her as he rambled on and on. Honestly, she loved Don, but she was too disappointed in Yozaku to show much joy. She allowed him to keep talking, though, and eventually move over to Yozaku. At the "bang bang!", her lips twitched upwards; she let Don lift the police chief over his shoulder and then mentioned blowing the police station up. After a long pause, Anita nodded, looking at Don momentarily before nodding once again. "Yeah. You get him outta here and I'll take care of it myself. I got a couple of tricks up my sleeve that I would like to try." She then walked away to where the policemen were handcuffed. A couple of them looked at her with shocked expressions, surprised that she hadn't gotten beaten by their chief. Anita took advantage of this, grinning a little. "Bang bang!" she chirped, a light chuckle in her voice. The men shuddered.

"What, you were expecting him to win? Tough luck, buddies, tough luck. Guess it's time to blow this joint, get some lunch--" The cyborg began to pace, back and forth, in a sort of swagger; she knew that they were horrified that Yozaku had lost to a five foot four cyborg girl from a rich snooty family. She stopped pacing, pulling out her gun and pointing it at an officer's head. "Of course, he'll have to pay for his sins. This," she started; the gun went off. Blood splattered everywhere, all over her clothes and face. "Is for tempting someone thirteen years younger than him." She stepped over to the next officer over, this time pointing the gun at her stomach. "This is for kissing her." BANG. Anita stepped away from the two corpses, looking at the survivors. "And this is for breaking her heart." Off she went, charging over to the chief's office, where she had hidden the bomb. She set it for one minute, leaping out the window.

Even from here Anita could hear the ticking of a timebomb. She counted down the seconds, dusting her hands of the dirt and blood. She looked like Carrie from the book by Stephen King, honestly. Except this wasn't pig blood. There were ten seconds left.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Anita wiped her brow, glad she was getting out of here on time.

Six.

Five.

Four.

She looked behind her, getting out her phone and turning on the camera, counting down with the timer.

"Three. Two. One."

BOOM.

Click. Another successful day of explosions for Anita Thomas.
 
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  • Lily stared calmly at Samson, staring boredly at her nails as he spoke of how the world was going to end. Jeez, what a drama queen, announcing that the end was nigh. "That's your problem," she said quietly, watching as he went on with his shameless display of his superpowers, even tossing a flame to the ground and shouting. Guess it was time for her to do her part by grabbing him by the collar and shoving him roughly against the wall, staring at him for a while. ".....And guess who'll be cleaning up His Royal Highdund's mess? Just guess!" she half-shouted, ramming his body against the wall once again. It was clear that Lily was pissed with Samson, the little shit who thought that he had a damn throne.
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  • "You have no throne, buddy. No subjects bowing to you, no servants, no point in even being in this Hell City," she sneered. "Understand this from the point of view of someone who's sent the damn souls of clowns like you to the Underworld for seven fucking years, you are insignificant. Just another Phil who's pulled a dick move. Just another person. Just another idiot." The Grim Reaper let go of Samson, a small smile on her face. "The Underworlds are rumored to be the descendants of Charon, the guy who ferried souls to the Underworld. My family immigrated from Italy to New York City in the 1920s and settled down in one of the upper-class neighborhoods of the Bronx. Every member of the family has been trained to send dead souls to the Underworld, our namesake. If the world's gonna end, fine by me. I've been trained not to give a shit, just like those before me. Any questions?
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Samson frowned at Lily's rude behavior, not only had she shoved him against a wall after he so generously given him a ride. But she also blamed him for all her troubles, even going as far as calling Samson a nobody. Well this was the last straw, he had tried to play nice, but you don't go insulting the Lord of rebirth.

Suddenly blue flames erupted from Samson's collar, as his rage became apparent his entire body was engulfed in his own flame."Oh look at me, I'm Lily, I'm a reaper, I have all the personality of a hormonal teenager even though I'm a fucking reaper, as well as a grown woman."Samson said in a whiny mocking voice walking up and this time shoving Lily against the wall. His blue flames licking over her body, but would do no more slightly scorch her form.

"Listen you snot nosed brat, I don't really like getting riled up. But when I see some pathetic thinks she knows it all like you it IT REALLY LIGHTS MY FIRE!"Samson said his fist clenching as his anger rose. Truly it took alot to get Samson mad, usually he was much calmer, it properly had something to do with time loop. Samson sighed, and his flames dispersed as he released Lily, walking back. His hair had fallen down, so now he looked exactly like Don, besides the slight difference in their physical form.

Samson looked at Lily slightly annoyed, and slightly ashamed that he lost his cool."I apologise, I don't usually lose my temper like that. Must be you rubbing off on me."Samson said with his normal teasing smile back on his face."But I suggest looking into someone before you go making assumptions. It just makes us both look like asses," Samson quickly pushed his hair back up, so his appearance was back to normal. He couldn't stand to be confused with his dolt of a brother. He then turned and spread his arms out," anyway! I took you to your location, or did you think I was just showing off with that fireball I slammed to the floor earlier?"Samson asked raising an eyebrow skeptically at Lily, not sure she had been paying much attention. He pointed out that they were at the correct location, and waited to see what they had to do next."Oh as for the end of the world, I look forward to it. It's nice to restart every once in a while. Makes thing so much fresher, as for the souls. They should sort themselves out once the world ends. So many souls with nowhere to go but to the next life. Well or they could all be destroyed or who knows, there really are so many possibilities. Regardless you won't have as much work as you think."Samson told Lily as he considered all the different possibilities for the end of the world.
 
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(Masakazu Fuma)
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ.)(Currently: Getting into trouble as usual.)
Despite having some music to bypass the time, Shiro’s presence was beginning to become a bit more of a nuisance to him, especially concerning the fact that she wasn’t planning on leaving the refined hood of his deluxe vehicle anytime soon. She was certainly an odd personality from Masakazu’s standpoint, she continued to state her own name aloud, referring herself in third person as she addressed him while still remaining undeterred by any of his threats. Somehow she didn’t comprehend the necessities of sporting a pair of underthings, acting as if it was just some supplementary accessory like a wristband or a hat, not knowing that one of its main purposes is for concealing her lady-parts. Oddly enough he wasn’t all too shocked at the idea of her not understanding the reasoning, after all she made it evident that she wasn’t all too bright. Although just as he was about to roll up the window to hopingly disregard this woman’s rambling, Shiro crouched near one of the rubber-tires and effortlessly tore the damn thing off! Rim and all! There was one thing she was clearly right about, this woman was tough as nails, further proving her point by taking a meager step back and throwing the entirety of the tire right through the windshield. Shattered glass, torn fabric, and springs catapulted every which way as it pushed through to the back of his seat and ending its carnage with a wide-eyed Masakazu staring back at Shiro completely dumbfounded at what had just happened. “So, that’s how you want to play huh? I’m still kind of exhausted after having to deal with Llyria Harp and that traitorous accomplice however i’m sure i’m capable of making some extra room on this schedule of mine. Oh! And what a place to do so! I wouldn’t have to go too far to bury your body either.” He said, concluding his utterance with a small yawn before thrusting the palm of his hand onto the exterior of the inside driver-side door causing it to become unhinged and fly off from the rest of the chassis and landing a couple of meters away from the rest of the vehicle. “I can do that too.” Masakazu hunched sideways with a grimace materializing upon his face once he spruced up his posture and re-made eye contact with the woman. Looks as if he couldn’t keep himself out of trouble today! Just less problems to deal with later if taken care of now.
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(Damien Sykes)
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ, Prison cell.)(Currently: Planning his way out.)
Damien awoke shortly after his nasty bump on the head, those Devicto Mortis henchmen didn’t hold back when getting the chance to put their filthy hands on someone. “Great, exactly what i was looking forward to today.” The sight of iron-bars was discouraging, he was trapped like a mere animal and put on display inside of a heavily built cage. If he didn’t figure out a clever scheme to escape out from his dungeon-esque cell, Damien would be convinced that he’d be a part of those horrific tortured experiments that Bernkastel is so proud of, speaking of the Devil dressed in feminine clothes, she made a short-lived presence near his cell as did another unfamiliar woman who was completely petrified from standing next to this wicked individual. “Heh, don’t plan on staying too long, appreciate the setup you’ve given me here. Real cozy and all but it’s high-time i’d get going, enjoy your breakfast.” Athough his vision was still blurred, his snarky comment made an obvious change in the expression on her face which made him smirk quite a bit, not-so much when a couplet of guards came by and remained posted where he’d be staying until Bernkastel decides what to do with Damien. They risked no time in thoroughly searching his unconscious body before he came to, seizing nearly everything he possessed except the article of clothing he was wearing, even being as careful as to check the inside of his boots before putting them back on and finding all sorts of miscellaneous military-grade hardware on him aside from his other weapons. Taking out these unsuspecting guards and getting out of here with his equipment was going to be a lot more difficult than anticipated as he was in the heart of enemy territory, only a few times did he ever get the chance to be inside the lines of his combatants but never this close, unless Bernkastel was an excessively quick eater, Damien had 3-5 minutes to prepare, soon to put his plan into action after being made.
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Bernkastel blinked, trying to think of something to eat. What did she want anyways? That was a very philosophical question, she realized, closing her eyes as she hummed in thought. What do I really, truly want? World domination? Power? The thrill that comes with fighting in a battle? Or perhaps I started with something but lost it over time. Yes, that must be it. I've truly forgotten what I'm after--not like that's a bad thing. If you desire nothing out of everything you're doing, everything you've worked for, you have no need for pesky true motives to hold you back. Nodding, Bern decided that was the best thing to say in this situation, and to possibly apply it with food. Then again, she was hungry. But all for what? She finally made her decision, looking back at Katie.

"Total domination of Hell City. And an omelette," she said casually before floating away towards the prison cells. "Tell me when breakfast is ready, okay? I have someone to talk to." Based on how she was raising her scythe threateningly, this was going to be more than just a "talk". She then descended into the prison entirely, ignoring most yells at her to let them out until she reached Damien's cell. "....It seems my idiotic men have forgotten to secure you to the wall," she said coolly, unlocking, opening, and closing the door behind her. "....So. You betrayed my most significant ally by attempting to slip two children out of my grasp. We know how that worked out, now do we?" The female smirked, floating over to the nearest place to sit down and observing him. Behind her, one could see one of Bern's many henchmen hanging up the cage that held Nikolas and Phineas as she continued her careful speaking. "......I don't recall seeing you in previous timelines. Either that or you have cleverly evaded me long enough in all those loops to stay out of sight. Then again, it depends on if you remember. Do you recall me killing Bismarck Saedor in a previous timeline, Damien?"
 
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(Damien Sykes)
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ, Prison cell.)(Currently: Being interrogated by Bernkastel.)
Without a moment to spare, Damien strolled around his rather compacted containment area with the notion of planning written across his rough profile additionally Bernkastel’s members were in such a rush to heave around the heavy lug of a man to the cold isolated cubicle that they forgot to affix his loose appendages to the concrete wall, fastening them to prevent any kind of escape even though he wasn’t planning to do any type of fleeing until both Nikolas and Phineas were out of there safely as they were his number one priority even though it was subjective in comparison to his main objective, Wraithbone wasn’t going to be thrilled with this undercover agenda being within potential jeopardy as it took several months of planning in order to lurk deeper within the criminal organizations and get an opportunity to plant a sleeper cell in one of its top detachments. Tora syndicate, it was momentarily discussed by his superintendent but the point was clear, collect information and overall destabilize the heart of the gang and its branching alliances. Obviously it would take more than a mere week to complete such a laborious task but well worth the trouble to wipe Hell City’s slate clean of unlawful acts, no more senseless deaths and violence, and people would be able to wander the streets relieved at the feeling of not having to be possibly mugged on their way to work or even stabbed! To Damien, this was a necessity as everyone deserved an equal chance of living especially those that haven’t gotten it yet including those children who were taken from their parents and locked away like rabid animals, they deserve better.. Running on ‘egg-shells’, Damien had a sparse quantity of ways to at least get out of where he was being held, one of which included getting a single guard closer to the bars and pulling him into the steely embrace, hopefully rendering the poor lad unconscious but such a plan would have to wait as the ever-so silent Bernkastel descended from the stairwell and into the prison where she made her presence rather apparent to Damien who didn’t expect her to be checking up on him, just another precaution that he’d have to later take when putting his scheme into action.

“Devicto Mortis’s finest i presume?” He dismissed with a short-laugh before she unlocked the door without a care in the world, opening it and closing the door behind her and entering further into the bowels of the cell with a look of sheer confidence radiating off her feminine physique, why was so she so relaxed? After-all Damien was within a couple of feet away from her and he had every reason to man-handle this evil woman but not without risking the lives of those two kids, now it became obvious that she had him right where she wanted, he wasn’t going to do anything if it meant sealing the fate of those innocents. Bernkastel soon begun her questioning with a rhetorical one, mentioning his failed attempts at letting those kids escape and betraying a significant ally of hers only to be captured by her goons, Damien couldn’t contain his smile, playing mind-games with a master manipulator was going to be difficult but he couldn’t let her know what he was planning or else she’d have an upper-hand. “Heh, are you certain that I didn’t have myself being captured as a part of my own plan? After all, it makes you that much closer now that you’ve willingly laid out this room for me.” Damien stroked his chin as she watched her smirk, floating over to the closest concrete block to sit down and observe him, slowly transitioning his faint smile into a discouraged frown as her henchmen hung up the cage containing both Nikolas and Phineas across from him. Of course she’d use them as a tactic of interrogating him, damn this cold-hearted she-devil, looks like he was going to have to tell half-truths instead of complete lies. Bernkastel concluded her several questions with quite the intriguing topic for him to think about, previous timelines? Surely she was joking but then again there had been a few occasions that felt like 'dejavu' and were all too familiar, but this was way over Damien’s head. “Honestly, i’m not sure what you mean by these previous timelines. I don’t exactly recall you killing Bismarck Saedor, neither do I remember anything after this aforementioned time-loop, i’m guessing in that one Masakazu actually managed to capture him?” He answered, confirming that he wasn’t all too aware of this previous timeline but this matter of loops and paradoxes were mind-bending, Wraithborne would’ve had to know this, there’s no way that NoxArma wouldn’t have their paws into such a ground-breaking discovery, knowing how technologically advanced they were.
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Rika blinked when William showed her the invention, one that, when she stepped on it, would cause all of Bernkastel's powers to go null and for her to be trapped, like a bird in a cage. The girl picked it up, observing it for a moment, then put it down, smiling politely at her boyfriend. He really was a genius. With this, they would surely be able to trap her....right? She considered it for a long time, trying to imagine how it would work. Then she froze, realizing the one flaw with this invention. "Wait.....but Bern can fly," she said, biting her lip. "So for her to be able to even touch it, she would have to descend to the ground for just one minute....but how?" There was a pause as Rika thought of how to tell William this, how to break the taboo and reveal Bernkastel's true weakness. Then again, she was no longer inside of her head, and this was William. She could trust him.

"We do know one weakness that is important about Bern. It could help us in the battle against her, and it's vital information about how to defeat her. You see, while she can fly, she is not capable of walking for more than ten seconds without it hurting." She leaned in to William, whispering the next part to him. "It's 'cuz she doesn't have toes. She cut them off when she was a kid in exchange for the ability of flight. We know a lot about who Bern really is.......we're just not allowed to tell you the full story. But we can tell you that much. So if we got her on the ground, we'd be able to capture her. See what we're getting at?"


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Lily scoffed as Samson proceeded to throw a total temper tantrum right before her eyes, even yelling about her being a know-it-all. Well, obviously she was a know-it-all. Who else was there to give away information, be an info bank, tell people when they were going to die? Why, her, of course. She then looked around when he said they were in the desired location. Her house, the Underworld Manor, where she had planned to get all of her gear. What in Hades's name was this man? She stared at him through narrowed eyes, then, sighing, walked forward into the threatening-looking manor, getting out her keys. "C'mon. We've got some time to prepare. And don't you do that again, got it?"

Like always, Lily was greeted by her faithful housemaid, a sweet girl by the name of Virginia. She smiled at the girl, who helped remove Samson's coat and hang it up. "Watch your back, buddy. This is Underworld territory, and our family is naturally very prideful. Even the servants are little like that," Lily commentated, before looking at the indignant maid. "No offense. Alright, Hearth, if you want any weapons to borrow, we have swords, daggers, scythes--well, duh--a couple guns, all that you'll find in the armory. Second floor, third door to the left." She then headed upstairs to put on her proper Reaping uniform, stopping at Shiiro, her girlfriend's, room, and knocking on the door. "Hey, Shiiro, you awake?"
 
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"And how do you know that me capturing you is a part of my plan?" Bernkastel smirked at Damien, placing her hand on one of the bars of the cell, looking at him with the classic "scientist-looking-at-an-experiment" expression. "Whoever you're affiliated with will eventually notice that you are missing, and then they will walk straight into my little trap. I know that trick too well, Damien. The least you can do is be creative. After all, threats such as that are sooooo boring." She chuckled as he frowned, looking at the two toddlers in a cage. Nikolas, the one with cat ears, looked terrified out of his mind; Phineas was fast asleep on his brother's lap. It was the perfect setup, it seemed. Too bad these two weren't what she really wanted. "I'm not entirely sure of the details on the previous loop. All I remember is piercing that coward through the stomach with my scythe and having such fun~. Now, where shall I begin?" Bern thought as she paced the room, her feet just inches away from the ground. Then, fast as a hurricane, she flew behind Damien, holding her scythe to his neck. It was in an almost seductive manner, as was the style of Frederika Bernkastel. She looked boredly at his facial features, running two fingers across his cheek while humming lightly in thought. "First question. Who are you affiliated with? Second question. What are your motives? Third," Her fingers moved to his throat, and she carefully, repeatedly, scratched it, looking bored as hell. "What made you think you could simply get away with betraying my ally and taking my trump card?" At this she looked to the toddlers, then back at Damien. "You nearly caused my plans to completely disappear, had Masakazu not stopped you."
 
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(Damien Sykes)
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ, Prison cell.)(Currently: Being interrogated by Bernkastel.)
Without a moment to spare, Damien strolled around his rather compacted containment area with the notion of planning written across his rough profile additionally Bernkastel’s members were in such a rush to heave around the heavy lug of a man to the cold isolated cubicle that they forgot to affix his loose appendages to the concrete wall, fastening them to prevent any kind of escape even though he wasn’t planning to do any type of fleeing until both Nikolas and Phineas were out of there safely as they were his number one priority even though it was subjective in comparison to his main objective, Wraithbone wasn’t going to be thrilled with this undercover agenda being within potential jeopardy as it took several months of planning in order to lurk deeper within the criminal organizations and get an opportunity to plant a sleeper cell in one of its top detachments. Tora syndicate, it was momentarily discussed by his superintendent but the point was clear, collect information and overall destabilize the heart of the gang and its branching alliances. Obviously it would take more than a mere week to complete such a laborious task but well worth the trouble to wipe Hell City’s slate clean of unlawful acts, no more senseless deaths and violence, and people would be able to wander the streets relieved at the feeling of not having to be possibly mugged on their way to work or even stabbed! To Damien, this was a necessity as everyone deserved an equal chance of living especially those that haven’t gotten it yet including those children who were taken from their parents and locked away like rabid animals, they deserve better.. Running on ‘egg-shells’, Damien had a sparse quantity of ways to at least get out of where he was being held, one of which included getting a single guard closer to the bars and pulling him into the steely embrace, hopefully rendering the poor lad unconscious but such a plan would have to wait as the ever-so silent Bernkastel descended from the stairwell and into the prison where she made her presence rather apparent to Damien who didn’t expect her to be checking up on him, just another precaution that he’d have to later take when putting his scheme into action.

“Devicto Mortis’s finest i presume?” He dismissed with a short-laugh before she unlocked the door without a care in the world, opening it and closing the door behind her and entering further into the bowels of the cell with a look of sheer confidence radiating off her feminine physique, why was so she so relaxed? After-all Damien was within a couple of feet away from her and he had every reason to man-handle this evil woman but not without risking the lives of those two kids, now it became obvious that she had him right where she wanted, he wasn’t going to do anything if it meant sealing the fate of those innocents. Bernkastel soon begun her questioning with a rhetorical one, mentioning his failed attempts at letting those kids escape and betraying a significant ally of hers only to be captured by her goons, Damien couldn’t contain his smile, playing mind-games with a master manipulator was going to be difficult but he couldn’t let her know what he was planning or else she’d have an upper-hand. “Heh, are you certain that I didn’t have myself being captured as a part of my own plan? After all, it makes you that much closer now that you’ve willingly laid out this room for me.” Damien stroked his chin as she watched her smirk, floating over to the closest concrete block to sit down and observe him, slowly transitioning his faint smile into a discouraged frown as her henchmen hung up the cage containing both Nikolas and Phineas across from him. Of course she’d use them as a tactic of interrogating him, damn this cold-hearted she-devil, looks like he was going to have to tell half-truths instead of complete lies. Bernkastel concluded her several questions with quite the intriguing topic for him to think about, previous timelines? Surely she was joking but then again there had been a few occasions that felt like 'dejavu' and were all too familiar, but this was way over Damien’s head. “Honestly, i’m not sure what you mean by these previous timelines. I don’t exactly recall you killing Bismarck Saedor, neither do I remember anything after this aforementioned time-loop, i’m guessing in that one Masakazu actually managed to capture him?” He answered, confirming that he wasn’t all too aware of this previous timeline but this matter of loops and paradoxes were mind-bending, Wraithborne would’ve had to know this, there’s no way that NoxArma wouldn’t have their paws into such a ground-breaking discovery, knowing how technologically advanced they were.
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"And how do you know that me capturing you is a part of my plan?" Bernkastel smirked at Damien, placing her hand on one of the bars of the cell, looking at him with the classic "scientist-looking-at-an-experiment" expression. "Whoever you're affiliated with will eventually notice that you are missing, and then they will walk straight into my little trap. I know that trick too well, Damien. The least you can do is be creative. After all, threats such as that are sooooo boring." She chuckled as he frowned, looking at the two toddlers in a cage. Nikolas, the one with cat ears, looked terrified out of his mind; Phineas was fast asleep on his brother's lap. It was the perfect setup, it seemed. Too bad these two weren't what she really wanted. "I'm not entirely sure of the details on the previous loop. All I remember is piercing that coward through the stomach with my scythe and having such fun~. Now, where shall I begin?" Bern thought as she paced the room, her feet just inches away from the ground. Then, fast as a hurricane, she flew behind Damien, holding her scythe to his neck. It was in an almost seductive manner, as was the style of Frederika Bernkastel. She looked boredly at his facial features, running two fingers across his cheek while humming lightly in thought. "First question. Who are you affiliated with? Second question. What are your motives? Third," Her fingers moved to his throat, and she carefully, repeatedly, scratched it, looking bored as hell. "What made you think you could simply get away with betraying my ally and taking my trump card?" At this she looked to the toddlers, then back at Damien. "You nearly caused my plans to completely disappear, had Masakazu not stopped you."
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While Katie could do nothing about total domination of Hell City, she could make an omlet and so she started to gather her ingredients and materials, beginning to heat the pan as she got out everything she would need. It only took her a few minutes to make the omlet as cracking eggs and mixing in veggies was rather easy to do. She hoped for the best as she made it not knowing how Bern liked her omlets. Hopefully this wouldn't get her killed. Setting the omlet onto a plate she walked towards where Bern exited earlier and followed the sound of her voice, as well as the voice of who she assumed to be the man that they passed on the way in. She reached their location as Bern began to talk about some sort of loop and stabbing somebody in the chest. Her eyes widened when she held the scythe at the neck of the man, taking a sharp intake of breath in surprise. Listening to the questions Katie's hands began to shake a little but she knew if she dropped the omlet she would be in trouble so she swallowed her fear and spoke up as Bern finished speaking.

"Excuse me?" She said rather meekly, not trust her voice to speak any louder. "I've finished your omlet. I-i-i didn't know what you wanted in it or how you liked your eggs so it's hard and has some mushrooms, onions, peppers, some silantro, and a little bit of salt and pepper on it. It should taste fine as long as your not allergic to any of those. Of course if you are I can remake it but you where pretty vague when you said you wanted an omlet so I kinda just made what I like in my omlets so..." She trailed off noticing she was back to rambling and mentally scolding herself for being so afraid. She still wouldn't look Bern in the eyes though.
 
Chuck watched with a wince as the bullet was pulled from Bismarck's shoulder. That...Looked like it hurt. The black eye he had received was still throbbing in pain, but Bismarck had actually gotten shot. And his brother still managed to save him from that wayward bed coming straight for him. Chuck sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair, yet heard Maria's question. Well, he didn't have Alisa's number, he couldn't even remember a time where they've talked, so he'd just have to call Sierra. He frowned a bit at the mention of her name. Don't get him wrong, he was bawling his eyes out when he saw she was alive again, at least barely, but he was still a bit peeved at her for treating it like a joke. Well, her personality persisted even in death, he guessed. Breaking away from his thoughts, he watched as his brother hugged Maria, feeling a bit moved by his speech. His brother was a wordsmith when it came down to-E-EEEH?!

Chuck blushed when his brother hugged him as well. When he pulled back after awhile, Bismarck began to compliment him, causing Chuck's pupils to turn into stars and his jaw to go agape. When Bismarck was done, Chuck babbled a bit. "I-I should probably ca-call Si-Siera now!" He stuttered, face as red as a tomato as he dialed her number quickly and held the phone up to his ears, wishing good luck to Luce to try and one up this!
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Anita turned around to see Don, watching solemnly as he walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her as he rambled on and on. Honestly, she loved Don, but she was too disappointed in Yozaku to show much joy. She allowed him to keep talking, though, and eventually move over to Yozaku. At the "bang bang!", her lips twitched upwards; she let Don lift the police chief over his shoulder and then mentioned blowing the police station up. After a long pause, Anita nodded, looking at Don momentarily before nodding once again. "Yeah. You get him outta here and I'll take care of it myself. I got a couple of tricks up my sleeve that I would like to try." She then walked away to where the policemen were handcuffed. A couple of them looked at her with shocked expressions, surprised that she hadn't gotten beaten by their chief. Anita took advantage of this, grinning a little. "Bang bang!" she chirped, a light chuckle in her voice. The men shuddered.

"What, you were expecting him to win? Tough luck, buddies, tough luck. Guess it's time to blow this joint, get some lunch--" The cyborg began to pace, back and forth, in a sort of swagger; she knew that they were horrified that Yozaku had lost to a five foot four cyborg girl from a rich snooty family. She stopped pacing, pulling out her gun and pointing it at an officer's head. "Of course, he'll have to pay for his sins. This," she started; the gun went off. Blood splattered everywhere, all over her clothes and face. "Is for tempting someone thirteen years younger than him." She stepped over to the next officer over, this time pointing the gun at her stomach. "This is for kissing her." BANG. Anita stepped away from the two corpses, looking at the survivors. "And this is for breaking her heart." Off she went, charging over to the chief's office, where she had hidden the bomb. She set it for one minute, leaping out the window.

Even from here Anita could hear the ticking of a timebomb. She counted down the seconds, dusting her hands of the dirt and blood. She looked like Carrie from the book by Stephen King, honestly. Except this wasn't pig blood. There were ten seconds left.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Anita wiped her brow, glad she was getting out of here on time.

Six.

Five.

Four.

She looked behind her, getting out her phone and turning on the camera, counting down with the timer.

"Three. Two. One."

BOOM.

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Don nodded smirking thrilled that they were still going through with it. After all these guys weren't needed, it's not like they were of any use to the city anyway. Although it seemed that Yozaku had helped to straighten out a few since his reign as Police cheif."Oh what a short run it was Yozaku ole buddy."Don called to the unconscious cyborg passed out on his shoulder, as if he where carrying on a normal conversation with a conscious person." I think it's best for all of us if you just try, and forget about Bern. Otherwise Anita might not forgive you, which means, tsk well you know we'll probably have to kill you, then I'll have to clean up the mess afterwords, and neither of us wants that right? I have much better uses of my time than cleaning your sorry guts off the floor. I have my favorite TV show playing tonight, who wants to be a millionaire. I love watching it, routing for the contestant, trying to answer the question. Then finding out where the contestant lives so I can steal all their prize money afterwords. It's a really nice time, I have fun, the contestant has fun, I make money, the contestant makes money...Which I guess I steal so...Well still! They're no worse off than when they started."Don said as he took out his keychain, clicking a button to pop open the trunk. He then tossed Yozaku's body in, unfortunately missing causing Yozaku's head to hit the sides of the trunk. He simply grumbled, and moaned, as if he had felt it but was in to deep a sleep to do anything. Don sighed relieved he hadn't woken up. After all Don didn't want to kill Yozaku, at least not anymore...Maybe when they first met, but those where different times. Simpler times, better times, and Don couldn't do anything about it anyway. It's not like he could go through time, that would be ridiculous. I mean what the hell kind of sci Fi shit would that be for someone to actually be able to go through time. Time was such a confusing, and overwhelming concept anyway. Don said before frowning at his own thoughts, suddenly wondering why he was stuck on the subject of time travel. He shrugged and pulled Yozaku into the trunk, closing and locking it, before going in the driver's seat. He started the car, her engine roaring to life, and a focused, thirsty look on Don's face."You know Yozaku suddenly I have a need."Don smirked, and laughed, as it was obvious what was coming up. "A NEED FOR SPEED! WOOOHOO!"Don yelled, as he forced his foot down hard on the gas, causing grass from the ground of the police station to be dug up, as they then drove away from the station.

Now it might have seemed like Don was leaving Anita, but he most definitely wasn't. He just wanted to make sure he timed everything perfectly, for a kick-ass pick up. So he drove a good distance straight away from the station, watching a clock he had set up in his ride. Then once the time was correct he u-turned hard, then once he was aligned with the police station he changed gears, and gassed it against. Going at the station at incredible speeds, and he knew it was soon to blow. He saw Anita leaping out of a window, and smiled.

"That's my girl! Alright now come to Papa!"Don said as he seemed to be on a collision course with Anita. Don locked eyes with Anita, a crazy smile on his face as always. Then at the last second he u-turned against, this time forcing his car door open, and grabbing Anita as he came around towards her. Pulling her into his lap safely," hold on tight babe."
Don said slamming his door shut, and driving away from the explosion as fast as possible, not wanting to be linked to it. @Sinister Clown (we both know why I'm tagging you lol xD)



Samson Hearth
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Samson smiled innocently at Lily, speaking in his normal sly, insincere, slightly sarcastic manner."Well I'd never dream of doing that again. I like to try and keep my cool. Hot headed people are so boring, and not to mention immature, and unattractive."Samson cooed as he walked along side her, smiling and nodding towards the maid as she removed his coat."Oh I see not everyone in the underworld is as rude as you. I find your maid rather, charming." Samson said grabbing the maids hand, and kissing it gently. His eyes shifting up at her in a rather flattering manner."Samson Hearth, you may know of me. But it's fine if you don't, besides, it's a pleasure to meet you, so I'm content with that."Samson released the maids hand, then turned to Lily, grabbing the Katana at his side."I'm not really a gun kind of guy, the only weapon I really need is right here. But I might check out the armory, that is if your lovely maid would be ever so kind as to escort me there."He smiled, his eyes shifting back to the maid, his every moment oozing with a flirtatious vibe.

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Tanner's sobs slowed into hiccups and a few sniffles as he felt her comforting pats. He was a little unnerved when she mentioned her 'trippy vision' right before she used her powers. That meant she must've died in the previous timeline...and survived in this one. Man, all this time stuff was making him sad, angry, AND confused. With a big sigh, he let go of her and stepped back, wiping his face from any remaining tears. "Okay...Okay I'm good." He confirmed, letting out one more breath before his smile returned. "Let's go to the Thomas house and mess up some stuff...but you're only coming because the last time we left you alone, you got into a chess match with a floating psychopath!" Tanner exclaimed with a widening grin, indicating he wasn't going to let her live that down for a loooong time. Blinking, he looked down at the pile that was Nate and Pandora, who were both unconscious. As funny as this was, they kinda needed to wake up. It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't the four of them! But how were they gonna-?

Immediately, Nate, using his robotic arm to push off Pandora, sat up and twitched. "My 'Crap-went-down' senses are tingling." Nate said, standing up and looking around. Something happened. Something baaaaad. And it obviously had to affect them if he had suddenly fell unconscious...that dream he had was pretty weird though. He looked down at Pandora and noticed her outfit...it wasn't a dream. He blushed heavily, yet realized that Pandora was actually unconscious. Blinking, he turned to a smirking Tanner. "Tanner...what did you d-" His eyes widened when he saw Lamb standing there. Eye twitching, he slowly looked to Tanner.

"Basically, Lamb used some freaky power we didn't know about before she died in this timeline."

Nate nodded and went up to Lamb to hug her, a few tears streaking down his face. Stepping back, he smiled up at her before looking around and spotting something on the ground. He walked over to it and looked at it for a few seconds before he whirled around and threw the red brick straight at Lamb's head. "THAT'S FOR GOING OUT AND NOT TELLING US IN THE FIRST TIMELINE!" He then grabbed another brick that was conveniently next to the first one he threw and threw it at Lamb. "AND THAT'S FOR PLAYING DEAD THE SECOND TIME, YOU FUCKER!" He cried. Breathing heavily, he shook his and cleared his throat before turning his Tanner. "Anyways, we should get moving and-"

"Don't worry, My friend! I already know what we're gonna do today!" Tanner exclaimed, walking up to his brother and wrapping an arm around his neck. "We're gonna get back at good ol' Kathy by trashing her place!"

"...So...you want to go to the Thomas house...and trash it?"

"Yep!"

Nate thought about this. The Thomas place was home to his favorite blogger, Anita...buuut he was 90% sure she was dead. There was nothing new from her youtube channel, nor her tumblr, and he didn't think someone so famous would just stop without a reason...and there wasn't anymore explosions, nor anymore reports of human experiments that didn't involve a certain blonde, so he was sure Kathy was dead too. And the jerk did make Pandora into a demon..."I don't know, Tanner. It sounds...fun, but usually the stuff we do have big consequences later."

"That's not true!"

"Tanner, remember the time we tried to get a dog as a pet?"

"Yes."

"We spent the whole day running from some kind of cyber bloodhound that could shoot lasers. Plus, this is the THOMAS house. Their family is almost as big as Lily's. And messing with that kind of family could lead to-" An explosion from a certain somewhere sounded, interrupting Nate before he ignored it. Stuff like that happened all the time.

"Come on, bud! We'll be quick! Break a few lamps, throw a few tables, then get outta there!" Tanner said. Nate thought about this a bit more before shrugging. "Good! Now, lets go!" With a big grin, he walked to Pandora and crouched before shaking her. "Come on, Grey-Butt! Wake up!"

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Kathy looked up when Alisa addressed her, suggesting they give Yozaku a little scare. That sounded absolutely perfect. She thought of how she would blow the man to pieces the minute she saw him, how he would get what was coming to him in full pay and how she would not be merciful this time around. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, and she was gonna do this with the most girl power the world had ever seen, mark my words. Her eyes grew sparkly as she imagined the ass-kicking Yozaku would receive, the blood, the bones she would break....AAAAAAHHH! It was gonna be so much fun and he was gonna deserve it! She looked over to Sierra, who merely grinned cheekily back and leaned against the table.

"Hey, don't sweat it~. You got this."

"Yeah, you're right." Kathy smirked. "Yozaku, you had better watch your back!"

And then the Powerpuff Girls theme started playing, along with the sound of vibrating coming from Sierra's pocket. The redhead blinked, taking her phone out. The contact name "How Much Wood Could a Wood-Chuck Chuck" was flashing with an incoming call. There was some hesitation, then she answered it. She didn't usually receive calls from the cousins. "Hey, Chuck! What's up? How's it goin'? Glad you called, there's been a LOT goin' on around here! Nah, not really, unless you count Kathy's ex-boyfriend being an asshole and having sex with Bern effing Kastel."

"SIERRA! DON'T TELL THE WHOLE WORLD, YOU IMBECILE!"

"Chuck isn't the whole world, silly! He's my cousin!" Sierra grinned playfully, spinning away to avoid the wild Kathy lunging at her. "Aaaaaaanyways, what's cooking? You need a ghost to prank the shit out of the customers again? I can do that for you, if you'd like~."
 
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(Damien Sykes)
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ, Prison cell.)(Currently: Being interrogated by Bernkastel.)
This woman, Bernkastel. She had a few traits related to Damien’s contract target Masakazu but specifically uses more psychological manipulation to get their own way instead of mainly resorting to senseless violence in order to make a statement or achieve something in result. He could see now that he was dealing with someone a lot more dangerous as her mind-games are enough to pull in unsuspecting prey into her clutches and to use them as pawns, seen as only mere stepping stones beneath her feet to achieve success, she was truly a ‘black widow.’ “If capturing me was a part of your plan, well. You wouldn’t be asking me these questions, in-fact you’d probably know who i’m associated with if you intended on capturing me.” Damien’s strong-minded resilience was going to prove to be difficult to break through, he definitely wasn’t someone to willingly divulge his assignments based on someone’s threatening behavior, combative situations back in his tours over seas proved themselves to be grueling on his own mind, metaphorically mashing the ultimate fear of dying to the hands of the enemy to a minimum. Fallen allies were the only things that had a critical impact on his psych, losing someone due to his actions was worse than dying because the guilt would eat him alive. “Probably, even if that’s the case. They’d probably not send anyone depending on if they’re willing to risk it besides i’m but a martyr, i’m all for my own sacrifice if it means keeping a secret.” Looking onward, Damien noticed her lack of interest to Phineas and Nikolas, surely she wasn’t planning on harming them if he didn’t speak, was she?

Seeing Bernkastel’s pacing was enough for him to internally prepare himself for what would come next, but even that wasn’t enough to predict how brisk she’d move, like sentient lightning she appeared behind him, grasping the hilt of her scythe and pressing the blade up to his throat with his life dangling in her hands. As her two fingers stroked themselves across his cheek, he had a look of pure disgust as she playfully hummed a tune before asking him a series of questions. She wasn’t bad-looking, heck she was even a looker in his eyes but despite that she had a heart that was cold as ice and a mindset that was just as bitter that made him feel nothing when it came to that woman, his main goal was finding his sister and protecting the secrecy of his mission which he decided to do by sarcastically answering her questions. “Hah, I work with Santa Claus as one of his many elves, i’m helping him deliver presents to all the good boys and girls.” He smirked, remarking her first two questions with a jackass of a response before continuing on about her last questions which were a bit more of a serious response but then again probably not what she was looking for. Although he was a bit distracted by her fingers scratching his throat for some reason. As soon as she looked back at the two toddlers his ridiculous grin became straight-faced. “Because he is a complete fool, obviously he’s gullible enough for you to run him rampant like a dog. I was never on his side in the first-place, if only you knew who I was you’d know you were way over your head. As for your plans, well… You’ll probably need to go back to the drawing board because those plans of yours are gonna burn right up in your pretty little face.” Damien retorted, his eyes staring right back into hers awaiting for her move in this mental game of chess until he moved his gaze away momentarily, looking at a rather young woman entering into the prison area with a silver platter loaded up with a delicious breakfast that smelt of an omelette with several spices, upon her stumbling onto the situation she looked startled almost as if she wasn’t with Bernkastel, maybe Damien did have a way out of her without making any noise. This cook was trusted enough to be guided around the place without any sort of leash or bindings, maybe she could sneak him a key in some food if she prepared it.
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Like a slow motion video, Don's car came barrelling towards Anita, who prepared to leap in. Debris flew everywhere. Anita got yanked into the car. And it all sped up again as they drove far away from the exploding police station, where all of her troubles about Yozaku were. Whilst Don drived, she worked hard in the backseat to tie Yozaku up, then sitting down next to him with a lazy grin, watched over the police chief in case he tried anything. If he did, she would kick him in the balls and he would regret messing with her for the rest of his life. Hell, he would regret meeting her family and screwing Kathy over for the rest of his life, guaranteed! The cyborg hummed in thought, contemplating all the torture methods she could use on Yozaku. Oh yeah, he was dead meat when he woke up. Nobody messed with Kathy without messing with Anita, and while Kathy was crazy, Anita was the one with the connections, the power, the intelligence, all that bullshit. She was the true head of the Thomas family, and though she was generally chill about the whole ordeal, she did occasionally take her job seriously. This was just one of those times. She looked at Don as he drove, her thoughts suddenly switching to him. She loved how his white hair flowed in the wind as they went above the speed limit....wait. Who was she kidding? She had to think about killing Yozaku!

Murder! Guns! Don's abs!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!

"DON, I LOVE YOU, BUT PLEASE STOP DISTRACTING ME FROM MY PLAN TO KILL YOZAKU!"
 
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Bernkastel's fingers stopped scratching Damien's neck, this time wrapping both hands around it and squeezing tight as she glowered at her prisoner. "Talk down to me one more time," she said softly, squeezing tighter. "One more time. And if you just think you can speak to your captor like that, then you, sir, need to learn prison etiquette."

"Dada!" Nikolas cut in; Bern glared at the toddler, then back at Damien. Then she snapped her fingers; one of her men moved forward, grabbing Nikolas by the scruff of his shirt and waiting for an order. Bernkastel merely nodded at the man, who pulled out a dagger. He slowly outlined it around Nikolas's face, which turned pale. Then the knife lowered down to scratch the toddler Neko's cheek. The shrill sound of crying filled the area, but nobody did anything as the boy was stuffed back into the cage. Bernkastel was observing, not seeming to care as the child screamed for his mama and papa, expecting them to appear as they always did, smiling and comforting him as though it were as simple as that. But no; nobody came, and Nikolas was left sobbing. This woke up his brother, who looked one second at his brother before tearing up. Two crying toddlers and a bored Bern. She looked back at Damien, a demonic smile on her face.

"Now, cooperate or it will be those cute little cat ears~," she said softly. The woman only paused when Katie arrived with her omelette; she turned her head towards the girl and nodded. "Leave it just outside the cell. I trust you're a good cook. Do you mind babysitting those brats for me? The one with ears got himself a little scratch and now he's crying like there's no tomorrow. Keep an eye on her," she also ordered to her guard. ​
 
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(Damien Sykes)
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ, Prison cell.)(Currently: Being interrogated by Bernkastel.)
His visage gradually sparked with an insinuation of gratification as he watched Bernkastel’s eyes transition from their light-hearted disguise into the unvarnished gaze she normally is graced with. Apparently she didn’t find any comical aspect out of those sarcastic rejoinders of his, but Damien was definitely enjoying her reaction out of his snarky responses, although when she turned her cautious stroking of his neck into more of a tightening grasp, it was less than pleasant. Struggling to breathe and his muscles clenching up, Damien felt the ridiculously rugged clutches of Bernkastel slowly clamping further into his skin with her fingernails partially digging their way into his skin only enough to cause a few minor scratches that trinkled with a slight quantity of blood. She may have been a woman with a small figure but damn was she tough, this grip of hers was unlike anything a normal individual could pull off it was nearly so intense that he passed out from the prolonged lack of air going throughout his lungs until she decided to let go, causing him to gasp for oxygen frantically while shaking off what had just happened. “Guessing you aren’t’ in favor of my jokes.” Damien said facetiously, his voice raspy from the strain on his throat. My was he persistent as ever, even though his life balanced in the hands of a woman obsessed with power he still managed to take it as a joke, it wasn’t too clear if he was either courageous or just lacking a will to live but digging under the skin of the woman before him was clearly making his torture seem like nothing, until he heard the utterance of Nikolas who received the attention of both him and Bernkastel. Suddenly a strange sentiment found its way slithering down his spinal column like ice-water being poured onto his very frame, the atmosphere became that much darker when she snapped her fingers, was she really going to? No she couldn’t, Damien’s face turned pale as it swelled up with fear like a hot air balloon full of horrors as the Devicto Mortis lackey unsheathed a sharpened dagger out from its leather container and traced the keen blade against the child’s cheek creating a meager cut, though it was enough for Damien to convulse around with absolute vexation, nearly attempting to lash out against Bernkastel but resorting to holding himself back so that they wouldn’t do any more harm to the toddlers.

“Stop this madness!” He shouted with his face turning red from anger, hearing the resonations of the child’s wails of dread was unbearable even worse was his brother was awoken from the event, tearing up while the other was left crying for his mother and father to come and help them but to no avail. As soon as Bernkastel turned back around to Damien, her face resembled that of a Devil, that twisted smile stretching up her face was something that was going to give him nightmares, especially after what she said about threatening to remove the poor kid’s ears. “Fine, i’ll tell you everything.” Guilt, hatred, and shame compiled onto his exhausted mind, Wraithborne wasn’t going to like this but he couldn’t risk the death of these kids, if they were to get seriously hurt or killed he’d have only to blame but himself. “Ever heard of NAGD? Imagine the police-force in Hell city but on steroids. NoxArma Globaly Dynamics, an organization that’s similar to the nation’s military but sold to the highest bidder, i’m not informed of who’s behind the idea of destabilizing the criminal syndicates here but Daedra Wraithborne is my commanding officer.” Each word that came out from his lips felt like he was being struck into the gut with a closed-fist, he felt like he was betraying his own allies but then again he was placed between a rock and hard-place, what else was he suppose to do in this situation? Clearing his throat, he looked up at Bernkastel restating more information before hanging his head in shame. “My name is Damien Sykes, i’m apart of NAGD’s special operations unit, I’m apart of an operation that’s tasked with taking out the Tora Syndicate, however Devicto Mortis was one of the few gangs that were on the list. I’ve only retrieved minor information from Tora but after that i’d be assigned with taking out their leader and leaving them in shambles, then so forth from there. That’s all.” With that said, Damien remained silenced, biting his lip in regret as he looked away.
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Bernkastel's fingers stopped scratching Damien's neck, this time wrapping both hands around it and squeezing tight as she glowered at her prisoner. "Talk down to me one more time," she said softly, squeezing tighter. "One more time. And if you just think you can speak to your captor like that, then you, sir, need to learn prison etiquette."

"Dada!" Nikolas cut in; Bern glared at the toddler, then back at Damien. Then she snapped her fingers; one of her men moved forward, grabbing Nikolas by the scruff of his shirt and waiting for an order. Bernkastel merely nodded at the man, who pulled out a dagger. He slowly outlined it around Nikolas's face, which turned pale. Then the knife lowered down to scratch the toddler Neko's cheek. The shrill sound of crying filled the area, but nobody did anything as the boy was stuffed back into the cage. Bernkastel was observing, not seeming to care as the child screamed for his mama and papa, expecting them to appear as they always did, smiling and comforting him as though it were as simple as that. But no; nobody came, and Nikolas was left sobbing. This woke up his brother, who looked one second at his brother before tearing up. Two crying toddlers and a bored Bern. She looked back at Damien, a demonic smile on her face.

"Now, cooperate or it will be those cute little cat ears~," she said softly. The woman only paused when Katie arrived with her omelette; she turned her head towards the girl and nodded. "Leave it just outside the cell. I trust you're a good cook. Do you mind babysitting those brats for me? The one with ears got himself a little scratch and now he's crying like there's no tomorrow. Keep an eye on her," she also ordered to her guard. ​
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(Damien Sykes)
(Location: Hell City, Devicto Mortis HQ, Prison cell.)(Currently: Being interrogated by Bernkastel.)
His visage gradually sparked with an insinuation of gratification as he watched Bernkastel’s eyes transition from their light-hearted disguise into the unvarnished gaze she normally is graced with. Apparently she didn’t find any comical aspect out of those sarcastic rejoinders of his, but Damien was definitely enjoying her reaction out of his snarky responses, although when she turned her cautious stroking of his neck into more of a tightening grasp, it was less than pleasant. Struggling to breathe and his muscles clenching up, Damien felt the ridiculously rugged clutches of Bernkastel slowly clamping further into his skin with her fingernails partially digging their way into his skin only enough to cause a few minor scratches that trinkled with a slight quantity of blood. She may have been a woman with a small figure but damn was she tough, this grip of hers was unlike anything a normal individual could pull off it was nearly so intense that he passed out from the prolonged lack of air going throughout his lungs until she decided to let go, causing him to gasp for oxygen frantically while shaking off what had just happened. “Guessing you aren’t’ in favor of my jokes.” Damien said facetiously, his voice raspy from the strain on his throat. My was he persistent as ever, even though his life balanced in the hands of a woman obsessed with power he still managed to take it as a joke, it wasn’t too clear if he was either courageous or just lacking a will to live but digging under the skin of the woman before him was clearly making his torture seem like nothing, until he heard the utterance of Nikolas who received the attention of both him and Bernkastel. Suddenly a strange sentiment found its way slithering down his spinal column like ice-water being poured onto his very frame, the atmosphere became that much darker when she snapped her fingers, was she really going to? No she couldn’t, Damien’s face turned pale as it swelled up with fear like a hot air balloon full of horrors as the Devicto Mortis lackey unsheathed a sharpened dagger out from its leather container and traced the keen blade against the child’s cheek creating a meager cut, though it was enough for Damien to convulse around with absolute vexation, nearly attempting to lash out against Bernkastel but resorting to holding himself back so that they wouldn’t do any more harm to the toddlers.

“Stop this madness!” He shouted with his face turning red from anger, hearing the resonations of the child’s wails of dread was unbearable even worse was his brother was awoken from the event, tearing up while the other was left crying for his mother and father to come and help them but to no avail. As soon as Bernkastel turned back around to Damien, her face resembled that of a Devil, that twisted smile stretching up her face was something that was going to give him nightmares, especially after what she said about threatening to remove the poor kid’s ears. “Fine, i’ll tell you everything.” Guilt, hatred, and shame compiled onto his exhausted mind, Wraithborne wasn’t going to like this but he couldn’t risk the death of these kids, if they were to get seriously hurt or killed he’d have only to blame but himself. “Ever heard of NAGD? Imagine the police-force in Hell city but on steroids. NoxArma Globaly Dynamics, an organization that’s similar to the nation’s military but sold to the highest bidder, i’m not informed of who’s behind the idea of destabilizing the criminal syndicates here but Daedra Wraithborne is my commanding officer.” Each word that came out from his lips felt like he was being struck into the gut with a closed-fist, he felt like he was betraying his own allies but then again he was placed between a rock and hard-place, what else was he suppose to do in this situation? Clearing his throat, he looked up at Bernkastel restating more information before hanging his head in shame. “My name is Damien Sykes, i’m apart of NAGD’s special operations unit, I’m apart of an operation that’s tasked with taking out the Tora Syndicate, however Devicto Mortis was one of the few gangs that were on the list. I’ve only retrieved minor information from Tora but after that i’d be assigned with taking out their leader and leaving them in shambles, then so forth from there. That’s all.” With that said, Damien remained silenced, biting his lip in regret as he looked away.
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Katie set the plate down gently as she observed the two boys in the cage with the man who just revealed himself as Damien and was disturbed at the fact that they couldn't be older than 5. If Bern was willing to do this to get what she wanted, there was no longer a doubt in Katie's mind that if she messed up in anyway she would almost definitely be killed. Quite literally swallowing her fear down (she was starting to feel a little sick) Katie nodded not quite trusting her voice. She looked at the boy with the cut on his cheek first, her eyes softening. These two must have been so afraid being in a place like this and she'd be damned if she didn't do all she could to make them feel safer.

"It's going to be alright sweetheart." She said gently, crouching down to make herself seem less threatening. "Your mama and dada aren't here right now but your gonna be ok. There's no need to cry, your gonna be just fine alright? Can you give me a big smile little guy? Your mama and dada wouldn't want you to be sad right? Come on give me a smile." Her voice was still a little shaky but as she talked her confidence slowly returned. She had to be brave right now. If not for herself then for these kids.

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When the golden bird loses his wing
When the winds are running wild
When the puppet gets cut from the string
When conceived is a cursed child
Then worlds collide
Just like a tide
Hitting against the beach

With a wistful breath
The King of Death
Will be within your reach
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"Ahhhh, look at those mortals~," the God of Death breathed, sitting boredly in his throne as he enjoyed a fresh pomegranate, eating one seed at a time. Veeeerrry slowly. The suffering of all of these humans was like the plays of Aristophanes, or perhaps Sophocles. Either way, it was incredibly amusing to watch them try so hard, even though they were merely characters. His wife, Persephone, was spending time with her mother again. Ah, always the mommy's girl, Persephone. Hades never could fathom why he had fallen for a goody-two-shoes like her, especially after his last summoning in the 1920s. Those were the days, when he met pretty ladies with short hair and mysterious demeanors. So tempting, so dark, so....perfect.

Flipping his long hair, he thought of his other "lover", or rather his rival, a man known as Lucifer. Some of his demons had jokingly "shipped" him with the man who had recently left his post without telling anyone! Honestly, of all the indecencies---Hades huffed, looking lazily into Hell. Yes, it was fine, all was fine, but it wasn't where the party was at. The Underworld was Party of the Dead Central, unlike boring Hell. It was just so yuck. So last century. The Underworld was the bomb these days. He looked around his world, where the dead shared drinks with their family members, joked about life, enjoyed the afterlife. One of the souls there had called the Underworld a "nightclub"; whatever that was, it sounded awesome. Hades finished his pomegranate and sighed, checking the time.

"Time already? What a drag...." he mumbled. And with that, he disappeared from the Underworld, reappearing in the human realm. His human form felt cold, tasteless. He wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans, trying to hide the feathers that grew on his back. He walked through the streets of Lucifer's city, looking around before he found his hideout. The door slammed open and in came Hades, forcing a fake grin as he looked around. "OH, LUCY~! I'M BA-AAAAACK!"
 
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