Roleplay Live : The Carrendar Dynasty : 3.0 Prelude
The Dark Waltz
Writers
MrObserver
CharlotteCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
ThrarSanguine
MrObserver: -Unaccompanied, inhibited, and observing the, gigantic being of thirteen feet tall and murdered out skin had situated himself upon a throne of self exile. For some time now he’d being paying close attention to four being of a lower dimensional status… Well three to be more exact. There was one that had his interests, and as it was… He was curious to figure out the beings mannerisms and origins. There was something transmundane about the being he’d come to simple know as… “Captain.” It was devoid of word that this would be a surprise to the individuals which resides within the government buildings meeting room on Nemaues to meet an elevated dimensional being. Solely, he worry was not on how they would take his appearance, nor was it even the fact he’d be breaking their set laws of physics by jumping dimensions upon will… It was his right as an elevated plains being to wonder around in lower dimensions. He was no “God”, nor was he a “Devil”, No; he was just some ordinarily unnatural future visitor of Nemaues. Lashing on the edge of the thrones back support, crimson and ebony tactical-members which were the protrusion of his very being, had being playing gently as their owner leaned back, crossing his legs and arms. “Truly it’s devoid of saying, these lesser beings hold much potential… even here in the elevated plains, but I must be careful… All beings deserve the right to live… “This thought was just one of many based off the singular knowledge of his existence in a lesser plain could catastrophic if he left his nature unchecked. Gamma and sigma radiation would be released into the surrounding if he did relinquish his full form before them. “An altered state will have to be put into commission…” Silence he been shattered thanks to the myriad of souls he’d taken from other dimensions below and within the one he resided in. “Yes, well… I shall have to accommodate for their flaws and refrain from making a full appearance…Or figure out a method of being truly tangible before them. But to negate my own nature will take something much greater than I myself am capable of…” His words trailed off… Thought process kicking in, and then a theory of “captains” suite came into play. Was he wearing it to ward of such effects as those which were tied to him? Certainly not… Never had he heard, or seen a being of lesser dimension having to accommodate others in such away… To negate one’s own nature was an idea of equality he’d like to believe was the truth that this fellow named “captain” was playing on. “Either way…. It must be done… I’ll head there now in an altered form…” He’d whispered as he rose from his throne and his tactical members retreated into tightly wrapped coils upon his back. Silence was returned but only for mere moments before he lifted his left arm and narrowed his hand flat against something imperceivable…. A impede between dimensions. Though these being he wished to fist were forth dimensional, they resided in a third dimensional world. No matter, he’d just bypass the forth and step into the third. With a slight push of hand, the barrier seemed to just give way; fragmentized be the sheer will of its assailant. Light rushed around him, energy warped and time seemed to slow down rapidly as he materialized within the very room he’d be observing the 4 beings. Though he’d tuned himself down greatly, and was only partial there, he remained imperceivable as he stayed in an altered fifth dimensional from. Expressionless and silent beyond these beings perceptions; all sense were to low from the majority, be he theorized about “captains”, he must be something much more than meets these beings eyes. Silence was maintained through his strides as he came up behind the two females. “Charlotte” and “Taru” he though the names were as he came to a halt behind them, his attentions locked onto the fellow named “Captain”. Now, if his theory was correct, this being out of them all was more than able to see him… all that was needed now… was time.. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar:- Time and the essences of being, played havoc with the Captain, since he was not able to gain a good footing on this existence. No sooner had he passed favours off to those in the hallowed halls, all with the exception of a temperamental Taru, his form started to glimmer; sparkling in a radiance that was blinding to those present. Then with a loud pop, he simply vanished from view. Leaving only a dented chair in his wake. The dark swirling mists that had enveloped the dome roof of the meeting hall cleared, and once again peace was restored, at least for now. Charlotte planted her hands squarely upon her hips, seeing him up and vanish, not even a word to bid farewell or goodbye. “Bye then..” she uttered, frowning, before waving her hand across the spot where he stood. Baldrick was shuffling around in the new slippers, that were part of his favour, only to come out and see that the Queen had also “vanished” It was a day of comings and goings. Taru brought her boots up onto the table top of the adorned table, and took another bite from her apple. Casually, she twirled her wrist, and pointed the apple at Charlotte. “Bet he did that to Mother too.” Baldrick picked up on the quip and slapped down the alliance forms upon the table. “Typical. He always was big on the entrance,and then skulks off to god knows where. Probably fracking a chorus line.” None had yet to notice the being from the fifth dimension, for the only one that could have seen him, had left himself. <3>
MrObserver: Paradox had watched as the only being who could perceive his very existence…. Vanish. It with devoid of words the feeling that disappointment the being of the 5th felt, but Paradox knew he must atleast show something of himself. He leaned forward and whispered into the woman known as Charlottes… Smooth and clear, he sang. “ Tis a rather dreary day… when the being of sight fades away..” Quickly, he would pull back and shifted into position before her, but he’d stay in this imperceivable state. Though the very fabric of confusion was about to be unfurled… He’d have to stand by and observer as it happened.<e>
CharloteCarrendar: – The hair on the back of Charlotte’s neck tingled then raised, for a voice did whisper to her. A male, with a husky tone, spoke a riddle of words, and it was quite absurd, that one should creep up on her. Just as Captain and the Queen did vanish, so now another visitor. Taking a look over her shoulder, she realised that the spot behind her was vacant, and to look forward and then shrug her shoulders. “I am having the weirdest day…I think I need to lay down.” Charlotte then poked her finger in her ear, wiggling it- <3
MaylionCarrendar: – She rather wished she had made something different out of her life than simply delivering envelopes with the nation’s important stuff and secret information. The word ‘’secret’’ rolled through her mind a couple of times and made her face turn into a derp one. The poop-brown colored envelop was resting in her hand as she walked through the streets on her way to the main hall. Stretching and yawning she pulled her arms upwards while waving the envelope around, secretly hoping some jerk was going to steal it, and give her a chance to kick some serious butt.. While enjoying the glorious day and ready to snap some children’s necks who were out on the playground on her right screaming, and yelling, and playing she looked up to the building that would be named the hall. THE hall. Her old-fashioned dress waved along with the wind while she neared the steps to the main hall. Like always two guards were standing at the front door holding guard and letting nobody in who wasn’t welcome there. She flashed her awesome card while passing the guards with an annoyed face. They knew her, oh yes they did. Last time they refused to let her enter she killed a guard. Maylion was one of those females who hated nearly everything and loved almost nothing.. Except for cigarettes and slaughtering, and even though she looked like a normal female with no special features or awesome gear and weapons.. she could keep herself standing in most situations.. even though secretly she wished to pee her pants. Marching into the hall and throwing both doors open she would see Charlotte at first. Then her eyes would meet Baldricks, and Taru’s and Antilles who she hasn’t met before . (Maylion) ‘’ Mail man is hereeeeee ‘’ She waved the brown poop envelope in the air and made her way over to the prime minister while with a fake smile waving at everyone. Her black short hair lingering behind her, and her fake smile turning into a real one slowly but surely. –
MrObserver: -Though Charlotte had heard his whisper, it was obviously not enough. “I am having the weirdest day…I think I need to lay down.”…… This wasn’t going to suit Paradox, No not at all. Without a single thought left, Paradox flickered into perceptions, but only for a few seconds before fading out. Within the time allotted, Paradox relayed a ominous message… “I have been watching… Beyond time and space I deem this an end…” A precursor to something much more hideous rode along with the whispering voice that would linger. Once again, in his unperceivable state, he still held the ability to make tangible motions in this lesser plain. A single tendril shot out and caressed Charlotte before reciprocating though, it had left a letter which read. “My warning to you all… When I make my true appearance, please ensure your world’s creator is as your side. Intently, Paradox.” As he pulled away back into the elevated plains, he left with an engraving marking his position that sat four feet in front of Charlotte. Just as a reminder of what was to come.<E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Taru swung her boots down off the ancient meeting hall table, causing them to land with a dull thud upon the marble flooring. The elder of the Carrendar sisters stared at her apple core a moment, then tossed it over her shoulder, making a perfect mark into a tidy bin, which was picked up by one of the staffers nearby. Hearing Charlotte say she was having a weird day, caused Taru to chuckle loudly. “When AREN’T you having a weird day? Especially around here.” Taru rose to standing, her long cloak draping across the floor. Ever since the Gladiator matches and her return, the older Carrendar sibling seemed disturbed. Her mood swings were getting more intense, and there was always a dark aura that surrounded her, when she showed flashes of anger. Charlotte was about to come up with a witty retort, when she felt something strange against her face, like her cheek was being caressed by a tendril. The voice that haunted her earlier returned, only this time with an ominous warning. . “My warning to you all… When I make my true appearance, please ensure your world’s creator is as your side. Intently, Paradox.” Charlotte shuddered and stuttered, as Baldrick looked at her oddly. This also had Captain Antilles concerned. Charlotte seemed to be losing colour in her face. Then right on cue. (Maylion) ‘’ Mail man is hereeeeee ‘’ yes, Maylion had returned, and had an envelope in a strange shade of beige. Charlotte blinked for a moment, and then held out her hand for the envelope. “Defence cutting back on the cost of decent envelopes?” she enquired. Having not seen Maylion for some time. “Welcome back to Lorewall.” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – As if she was hit by a truck in her face, she could feel a dark atmosphere.. a sinister feeling was vibrating in her body. A tingly feeling was felt in her cheeks which made her nice smile turn into a small grin. There was something going on in the hall.. yet another thing that could go wrong.. yet another scene to hit.. She could smell it. But for a second Maylion hesitated to step closer. “Defense cutting back on the cost of decent envelopes?” she enquired. Having not seen Maylion for some time. “Welcome back to Lorewall.” Maylion let her eye drop on the hand which was waiting for the envelope, but Maylion wouldn’t step closer and hand it to her. (Maylion) ‘’ It has the Nemaeus emblem on it.. i quite like it. But I think this envelope doesn’t contain anything that important since it was handed to me.. What’s more important.. ‘’ Maylion then gave a small nod to the engraving four feet away from the prime minister. Even though Maylion didn’t know what happened, or what was causing the dramatic feeling to the Hall.. she could feel it was something big and disturbing. The question now was.. what or who caused it? (Maylion) ‘’ Is someone having her period? ‘’ A faint laugh escaped her throat while deciding to proceed to hand over the envelope. (Maylion) ‘’ I’m glad to be back.. ‘’
-MrObserver: Hesitation had kicked in, and Paradox was not going to leave so easily. Though we was fading back into the elevated dimension, Paradox halted the process and returned back to his original position taken up before the woman who’s cheek he’d so carefully caressed. His footing, though unperceived, have covered the engraving in the floor and replaced it with an untouched look. Though Paradox wished to step into this Dimension fully, he’d have to make due with a true altered form. Paradox stood, whispering and cursing his curious nature. He would know the implications of them seeing him too soon, but it was something he willed to do. Hesitating no longer, the thirteen foot, ebony skinned being lowered himself into the lesser beings perceptions, ignoring all laws of this worlds physics, bypassed all logical dictation of a manifestation and shattered the glass like barrier around him. Though, he was more like a projection than anything else… Paradox could still tangibly make his presence known. Still though, he whispered… “With the departure of the creator… The destroyer shall go unchecked…” A light chuckle reverberated in these words. Mischievous in nature, and even more so destructive, Paradox had somehow… pulled a paradox on himself. Not walls of radiation being emanated, nor any decay following his appearance. Finely dressed, top hat decorated with the femurs of past victims… Valued victims and skulls of the same said victim adorned his shoulders and chest. The ebony and crimson tactical-limbs lashed about around his being; hoping to get a taste of a gorgeous “treat”. Silence was most becoming of him, for he had already said his peace and planed upon stand beside the words… Just not in the instants… Featureless, Paradoxes face was, completely devoid of expression as a single tactical-limp tipped his top had. <E>
CharlotteCarrendar: – ‘’ Is someone having her period? ‘ Maylion asked, holding onto the officially stamped envelope in the dodgy shade of beige. Taru was leaning now on the back of an ornate timber chair, and with her arms resting across the top, her chin just sitting on her forearms; she eyed Maylion and was more than delighted to answer. “She might well be.” Charlotte turned and gave Taru a dirty look, to which Taru simply blew her a kiss, and went on back to skulking; hovering around, while the air seemed to be filled with dread. “Oh…something wicked this way comes.” Taru whispered, perhaps having heightened perceptions to what was going on around her. Charlotte was still hearing things, and bit her bottom lip, eyes darting around the room. She knew the tales of the ancient halls history, and how there were talks one day of dancing tea cups, but this voice seemed persistent; like he wanted very much to leave Charlotte with a warning. A very serious warning. Then that voice whispered again; hollow and devoid of emotion. “With the departure of the creator… The destroyer shall go unchecked…” This definitely got Charlotte’s attention. “The who?’ she asked. “Who de who?” Taru followed up, smirking. But it was Captain Antilles who saw the appearance of Paradox first and he promptly fainted on the floor. ~k-thud!~ Baldrick hurried over and then recognised Maylion. “You…well…if it isn’t…you.” Charlotte was spell bound by the featureless Paradox, and pointed at him, wondering if everyone else saw him too. “Uhm..okay…who..or what is that?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Maylion scratched her cheek while watching how Charlotte was acting like a confused female having her period and craving for chocolate. ( Charlotte ) : ‘’ The who? ‘’ “’ Who de who? ‘’ — (Maylion) ‘’ Who the what the who? ‘’ As Maylion handed over the envelope she scratched her cheek.. Too much blood loss? .. Do you need to eat? Is your sugar low?! Are you alright? And when she heard something going on behind her.. dear being fainting on the floor and Baldrick rushing over to the rescue!, she was recognized by him (Baldrick) ‘’ “You…well…if it isn’t…you.” As Charlotte was pointing to the ‘’ Thing ‘’ that had her attention captured she had her eyes on Baldrick. While grinning softly and scratching the back of her head while still holding on to the envelope which was now also located in Charlotte her free hand she stared at him. (Maylion) ‘’ Oh you.. are you still alive? … What a surprise. How are the balls hanging. ? ‘’ But there was something stinging in her neck.. She turned her head around but once she saw the being she didn’t turned the rest of her body.. (Maylion) ‘’ There it is.. and I thought Charlotte was on her period.. ‘’
MrObserver: Clearly nothing was really impeding his advance onto the female and this please Paradox greatly. With a step forward, paradox extended his right hand and took that of Charlottes, leaned forward and pressed his none existent lips upon the back of it. “Tis a pleasure to meet such a divine beauty as yourself…” Mocking as his tone was, it carried the reverberation of truth within its tones. Rising straight and standing tall once more, Paradox gave a slight chuckle as he rotated on the balls of shoes. What a sight it was indeed… The one known as, Taru… Nothing really impressive about her…. Energy signature was average at best… Baldrick.. Pfft, yet another being whom was equally unimpressive as Taru, and then Maylion… the bitch was standing inside him… “What in the blood soaked protestant hell is this? Beetle juice now? Get out of me, you wench.. “His tone was less than mocking this time round.. Hostile and displeased, he took action and strode through Charlotte, only to have a single tactical-limb wrap around her the gorgeous female’s waist, pulling her along into a clear part of the hall.. “Care for a dance?” His cheery tone had returned as he turned to face her… <E>
ThrarSanguine: *Within the distance an M.D.U (Mobile deployment unit) thunderously made it’s way towards the building, the colour being an oxide black with two 50 caliber turrets atop, a thick blue laser beaming it’s way to the targeted areas aimed at. The 8 wheeled beast made it’s way with ease, the destructive sound causing the very plates of the surface to suffer it’s solomn destructive movement. It was clear this thing was bomb proof to a certain degree, the unit was clearly made for protection purposes. Slowly it pulled up to the meeting hall, the engine roaring it’s thunderous caw, white cooling steam leaving the breaks as it halts further movement. Without a moment to lose, the vault like doors at the back of the Chimera would smoothly open, the sound of mechanics playing it’s part heavily sung through the air, shunting and unlocking like a triple layerd vault of the sort. White steam would thickly leave the idle sector of the tank. A figure could be seen, he was tall, very tall, baring at 6ft8 with broadness of a bear. As the cooling steam cleared, the entity was fully featured, his exo-skeletal armour proving thick, defensive yet, abeling it’s host with unjustified agility and physical consistancy, whilst giving it a remarkable amount of defence. His face was utterly concealed by his HUD visor, granting him cracked and hacked information access upon locking, as well as heavy information streaming on threats and distance. It was clear this male was a man of great athletic capabilities, his beloved sniper was a behemoth of a rifle known as the A.M.C (Anti-Material-Cannon) a weapon well known for the assasinations of many demon lives as well as Humans, the results being at such a level of destructive, able to even play work in the de construction side of warfare, taking out heavy bomber planes such as “The Black Bird”. Slowly he strolled off the retractable ramp, embedding atop the surface. The ghost specialist made his way to the entrance, encountering two guards at the gates. Rex set his sight to the guards, looking down at them from his rather towering height.* “I arrive here for personal business…” *He stated clearly, before the guard could bark his customary speech of “State your business”* “Busines being a meging of services…” *He spoke again. His voice was deep and granite, however smooth and cold, yet spoken in such a formal English dialect, it could be told this man was no war junky, but a proffesional. Rex held his arms by his side as he awaited the guards verdict.*
CharlotteCarrendar:- While Charlotte appeared to be apprehensive about this creature, that had no facial features to speak of, he was not without voice. The haunting whispers that had engaged her prior to his “arrival” continued, as he spoke with a tone was mocking at best. Seizing her hand within his and bringing it to the lower part of his face, to press his flesh to hers. Taru was intrigued by this behaviour. For one, he was not a local, or anything like the heavily armoured Captain who had arrived only half an hour earlier. This one on the other hand, amused her with his eccentric behaviour, and she mused to herself what he may be up too. Baldrick was also finding himself torn between meeting up again with Maylion, whom he had known back in Nixagris. Not shy by any means, she gave as good as she got. “I still have them, if that is what you imply. Hanging, yes. And proud of em.” He did a bit of a knee bend, adjusting himself, before returning to full height. Captain Antilles finally roused upon the floor, and then scrambled to his feet, as the strange visitor, lassoed Charlotte, and with his tendril around her waist, dragged her out to an open area of the hall, where he sought to dance with her. “Care for a dance?” He asked, with something of a slight tilt to the head. Caught up in his tendril, it seemed impolite to say no. “Only if you lead.” She replied, assuming the position of a lady, hands held and her free hand resting upon his shoulder. :: Out at the main doors, that were the entrance to the meeting hall, the two guards studied the mountainous man that had arrived in a modern day troop carrier type vehicle. His demeanour and announcement came as a bit of a surprise, and with all the dramas of late, they were in two minds of letting him in. However, Taru was on the ball, and she sported a grin, leaving Charlotte to her dancing companion, to go see who was calling at this time of day. Taru’s winter white tresses bounced off the shoulders of her black cloak, as she approached the strapping behemoth of a man; who was clearly armed to the eye teeth. She used her right hand to usher the guards aside, and then glanced up at the man from under a veil of her white hair. “You’re not the Avon lady, she normally carries a bag of cosmetics. Nice armour…and is that an A.M.C?” Black eyes cast down at the weapon, then her chin raised and her eyes stared at his visor. “This certainly has been a day for the unexpected dropping in. Enter…the meeting hall is in the centre of the auditorium.” From one of the inner balconies, a pair of red eyes cast down at the goings on of the hall, and with a shock of platinum blonde hair, and a mechanical whirring sound, the female retreated to the darkness of the shadows. Clearly, not one of the officials knew that she was there. Planted by the Fuyu no arashi, M.E.R.C.Y was on assignment. Operation : Termination. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – The first thing Maylion did when the voice was direct at her was to look up and aim her eyes at the crotch above her. As the 13 Feet paradox made his way over to Charlotte Maylion her mouth pulled into a grin. (Maylion) ‘’ Wench? .. I can’t see any leak- troughs in your pants, but I’m sure as hell you’re bleeding between your legs. You have appeared in this position, I already stood here.. ‘’ Waving her hand back and forth out of dislike for this being she finally released the envelope and walked away from the creatures. Irritation made her grind her teeth.. If he wasn’t 13 feet tall and had no facial expression and didn’t asked the prime minister to dance she would have sure as hell introduced herself properly with a boltgun pointed at him.. But she kept back. She didn’t release her new irritation on Baldrick even though his comment was easy to mock with. Instead she behaved like she always had behaved in the Hall.. she jumped and turned her body around and eventually flopped her ass down on the windowsill while watching the couple would dance together. Such an odd face.. If they were going to make out and have sex .. She promised herself she would jump out of the window to avoid being traumatized. (Maylion) ‘’ you know what they say about big men.. They have very large.. ‘’ as she rubbed her index finger under her nose she observed the Male on his period and the prime minister. Was dancing a legit way to enter the hall without properly introducing? -
MrObserver: She’d agreed to the forceful dance… Yet again, Paradox was more than pleased, but strapped for time. He assumed the stance, hand sliding to the small of her back, and one interlacing its fingers with hers. “A waltz would be grand, don’t you think?” He left off with his left foot first, and slowly they began to “twirl” (For lack of better words.”) Charlotte, I have been watching… you hold something further in your being than you can comprehend… Without that, my words would have fallen upon deaf ears…” From mocking, to disgusted, to cheerful…and finally to serious and professional, Paradox’s tuned down though as only for her to hear his words. Gently he pulled her close and titled her back, leaning over her and puller her back up… “The waltz is classy, but what is class without a little… Mischievous twist?” Never the less, he was not completely before her, and Paradox did not agree with the idea of pleasantries such as this without being completely tangible. Yet, he maintain his demeanour, and tone. Speaking of trivial matters and tad articles about his origins. Yes, Paradox was the complete opposite of Captain… As Captain was much like God, Paradox was much like Lucifer. Where there was peace, chaos would inevitably follow. He’d left the warning in attempt of preserving the future, but he alone was not allowed to directly intervene in the hands of time, nothing would keep Paradox from doing his best to do so though… As the dance carried on, Paradox began to flicker in an out of this lesser plain and back into his. With on last rotation, the featureless, elevated plains walker pressed the lower extremities of his face against her cheek and vanished… leaving her alone. “May our past provide use lessons for the future… a brighter future?” The chuckle of his lingered alone in her hears for moments… only to fade into a malevolent lowly drone… Maybe she would notice it… tiny as it was… he’d attempted to place a mark of elevated salvation on the small of her back…. Too late to find out now… He was returning home.. <E>
ThrarSanguine: *Rex set his sights upon the female that approached him.* “4th Edition..” *He smoothly cawed to her, saying nothing more on his weapon, his HUD already picking up the mechnical pick ups of her frequencies and communication transimitions. Rex tilted his head slightly saying nothing more as he slowly began strolling through the grand halls. His was time keeping, yet strideful, the black mound of fur upon his shoulders would gently sway against the heavy gust of breeze that entered with this warrior of ghostal warfare. His armoured boots would gently thud against the cold flooring, each step; swaying his broad shoulders side to side slowly. Slowly he halted as he grew closer to the centre of the room, scanning and taking in any threats and weaponry, including reports on structural support of the inferstructure incase, in the caution of ambush and trickery atleast he would know how to send his chances to bringing this place to the ground if all turns sour. In a moment of seconds his HUD outwork “shadow” communications link to his third set of eyes, linking to a D.U Bird (Devestational Unit), a flight operated drone which resides in the very first layer of the atmosphere of the skies, scraping the very essence of space itself, making it undetetacble to the naked eye and certain UAV detection arrays, due to it’s outter reflective cloaking and Ghost com interface, making it’s frequenceys umatchable and too specificly organised for any jamming or cracking to take place. The sly weapon began locking onto his position, assuring the assasains revenge or defence. As the HUD retreived the signal, Rex carried on strolling his way through the halls slowly, soon arriving to the centre, nearing to a council table. His sights set upon the residence single handedly, then to the demoness and the demon kin, dancing amongst themselves. Rex gave an errie exhale, his HUD picking up the twisted magicry that the male began to brew, as he danced. Rex said nothing, silent as death itself, he watched, spectating those infront. *
CharlotteCarrendar:- The pressure of his hand upon her back, drew her closer to his form. Much taller than she was, Charlotte was forced to look up, yet there were no eyes upon which to lock a gaze with. Mysterious and yet at the same time oddly alluring, she matched him step for dance in this timeless waltz. “A waltz would be grand, don’t you think?” he said, his voice projecting great powers not of this world. The being spoke of keeping Charlotte under close watch, and that he knew of what secret she held deep within her being that could unlock the key to prevent the coming dangers her nation faced. They danced as though they had spent their lifetime practising, turning it into more than a dance but an art form. Twirling round, and all the while, his hand furthered its pressure upon the small of her back. Riddles, and giggles, then another turn, and his image flickered much like a bad television reception or hologram. The last rotation would see him finally lose his grip on the third dimension, fading out, with his words still in her head. Alone in the centre of the room, she hesitated to lower her arms, and turned back to see the others had been watching. “I didn’t just imagine that…did I?” She asked of Maylion and Taru. But she then felt something on the base of her back, and she reached around with slender hands; fingers touching what was now embedded. “I’ve got something on my back.” Baldrick was now seated, and rubbing his temple. The shock of those that blip in and out was getting too much. “Why can’t people use the bloody door?” Course, someone had used the door, and breezed past Taru, with only mentioning the fact the A.M.C was a “4th Edition..” in his words. Taru smirked and then wandered out the doors, to get some fresh air, leaving those within to their fate. The white haired bebilith had more pressing matters. Back in the hall’s inner sanctum, Charlotte had finished the dance, and was now making her way back to the table, when the armoured giant strolled silently into the vicinity of the hall table. A crease of her brow, for she did not recognise his armoured suit before, she brought her curled fist up to her lips and surpressed a cough, that may well garner his attention. “Normally one is checked for weapons at the door, I see you managed to get passed that. Now I am curious as to why, you have entered the Parliamentary wing armed? Or…is this customary from where you are from?” She had right to ask, as it was not standard protocol in most government offices. <3>
>To be continued
