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Rafalia

She let out a soft laugh, a heavy and ineffable thing that sounded at home in this stand-off. "That is something you must prove to me," she said, pressing a finger beneath his jaw like the edge of a knife. Nothing reflected in her stare, but William's image would have been small in the mirror of this excrucian's soul. It would threaten to drown him, like the abyss behind Rafalia's eyes.

Then the faerie playfully pushed herself off with a hand from his chest.

"So serious, William. What about my offer as an interior designer? You should pick my skills up while I'm selling them short, that's basically a rule for shopping smart."

1292
Rafalia

"Order is an ambitious goal for this pitiful city." She leaned in as he did, continuing with a smirk, "And that's a cute compliment coming from a character of your grandeur."

Nightly eyes blinking, she pirouetted daintly to his left and thinly looked back to his face. Looking at him and past him, to the briefly seen bonfire of his resolution. "Let me ask you then, what of those who refuse your order?"

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Rafalia

Oh, so he wasn't pleased by that? Of course, things were complicated for mortals weren't they? But that was what could make them worthwhile. The warmain hummed knowingly, and then nodded curtly in affirmation.

"I will bear your advice in mind. Forgive me, as I am not privy to your thoughts or plan here. I was hoping to learn, in fact."

1294
Hazel

Hazel's eyes widened as the girl took the kick.  As her claws came down, the blond reflexively turned her lower body into smoke, reducing her legs to nothing more than a smoke tail.  At the same time, she reached out her hands and touched the girl's arm, encapsulating the girl in ice once more. However, this time, she let her hands rest on the ice, forcing it to cool the girl's body at a much faster rate than before.  She might be able to slow the freezing with that technique of hers, but eventually, her body should succumb to her touch.

It was because of this startling brashness that Hazel neglected to consider the cute blond man.  Hazel's back hyper extended, writhing in pain from the knives that brutally sunk into her back.  "Don't worry, it will be your turn next."

Irene

So even that wasn't enough, Irene cursed inwardly, finding herself trapped in an increasingly oppressive block of ice, her ferocious glare left locked on the dangerous woman once more. Right now her haste had landed her in quite the pickle, and her mind raced for how to make up for it. Hindsight said she should have used the fire extinguisher before attacking, but it too was being sealed in solid cold. The first time she was able to break free, but with the woman's hands on her again the temperature kept dropping. The rotten anarchist wasn't taking any chances this time, it seemed.

The vampire was barely able to regulate her temperature by forcing her blood to keep flowing and what heat she had left to remain deep within her flesh by using her inhuman constitution, leaving her skin burned and increasingly brittle. She hadn't landed herself in such a desperate situation in a while, and slumbering feelings welled up within her at the realization. But no matter what, she couldn't stop thinking. Even if her bones began to groan and crack under the incredible cold, she had to remain awake to capitalize on the slightest chance.

After all, her gamble had not been in vain. Julius, despite his injuries, had managed to inflict wounds on their enemy, and she had felt them. Irene could see it on her face. Her indomitable was false, but knowing that they yet required a moment to exploit it.

Irene's position was precarious, but she could manage something when the time was right. So it fell to her injured friend.

1295
Irene

Again, she'd been foiled! Whether she'd underestimated this witch or miscalculated the approach, the wide swing had left her momentarily open - and as the leg rocketed towards her she caught Julius's wounded form in the edge of her vision. In that split-second, she had to make a judgement call.

Unless the bitch had a card like the Ripple up her sleeves, Irene could deal with any blunt damage, and if she took her time exchanging blows she might be able to find a way out of the likely impasse. The biggest concern was being frozen again, or the opposite if whatever she was doing worked on comprehensibly naturalist principles. It was too risky to engage with the usual close quarter methods, even before taking into account other tricks. The fire extinguisher could only help so much in these tight circumstances even if she did turn to smoke again.

But she couldn't prolong it without putting her momentary companion's life at risk of fading before she could do anything to help. There was only one answer, and it was to gamble.

She did not attempt to impede the woman's clear path to strike her, and instead let one hand go free of the heavy load in anticipation. Just as her body was struck, her claw lashed out to bury itself into the offending leg and suck dry or tear it open cleanly, whichever came easier.

If they could draw blood, then they could kill her. That would satisfy Irene enough to rearrange her priorities.

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William

He didn't even deign the maid a second glance after her act. He could almost feel his plan collpase around him. No. It wasn't over, perhaps it was even better this way. That however, did not change the circumstance.

Thus the master of the castle turned to his other guest who had been watching this exchange silently. "So I've come to understand you wish to decorate this place Rafalia, is that true?"

Rafalia

"But of course, lord Hightower," she said, bringing her hands together in a soft clap. "A hopeful overlord with plans of domination needs an appropriate backdrop, and a castle of this size is just fraught with potential to bring out an imposing magnificence."

From between her palms she shaped a flower of molten glass, shaped from the memory of a dream of devastation she had once had. She offered the simple trinket to him and smiled like a passing night. "I am passable at arts and crafts, but I understand the gravitas a climactic lair requires. And I have an interest in your situation, as well as those that will be drawn to it."

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Irene

No matter how swift you were, there was a limit to how well you could track two people separately. Irene closed in on the materialized woman, and with furious but certain urgency as she suddenly produced a firearm and fired at Julius, the vampire was at her back and swinging the mass of the fire extinguisher against her skull with monstrous strength.

1298
Rafalia

She curved apologetically to the master of the castle after Lucy's introduction, like a noble. "This is indeed my intent. My apologies for displeasing you with my little show. Lucy gave me the idea that this much was expected," she said, looking him in the eyes with her orbs like the starry sky.

With a familiar pat and a whispered praise, she sent her horse off and saw it walk out of the room before its entire build vanished into a shadowed corner. Rafalia's lips curved up slowly at Lucy's straightforward inquiring of the other pretty girl, and she spoke again to the man.

"Perhaps you should punish your maid for giving her guest a skewed impression of the desired propriety. But please, what may I call you?"

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Irene

Irene recovered into a trained stance, following the unexpected trail of the transformed woman with flashing red eyes. No longer honed in momentary primal fury, they simmered with impatience as she mentally cursed the circumstances. She had fought a number of vampires, but never seen anything just up and turn into smoke.

If she could use the Ripple it was one thing, but how were they now supposed to harm something with no substance? It was too risky to simply stall for an opening where the paranormal woman was solid again when she could lower the temperature to a freezing point in an instant, but there had to be something they could do.

With inhuman swiftness, she snatched the fire extinguisher of the store from the far wall and ran like a cheetah to keep up with Julius and the anarchist ravenous cloud. Irene hoped this one was fit even for low temperatures.

1300
Rafalia

A clear direction and the encouragement to perform to her best gave the faerie new breath. "Hold on tight!" She suggested, cracking the ebony reins and urging her horse to run like he was to be seen with a firm cry.

Its hooves like coal and its lightless mane rode forth through the castle gates like a dark wind, carrying its rider and hanger-on close to its back. It stomped like low thunderclaps that echoed around the stone halls as it dashed past doors and collumns according to Lucy's instructions, while Rafalia worked out the details of her entrance on the go. Simply breaking the final doors open and presenting herself ominously would suffice even without dramatic lighting prepared ahead of time, but.

She needed a bit more, a flourish that would enrich the crusty delight of her unearthly appearance. There was only one place to get something like that on short demand, and it was her nightmares. Smiling, she remembered one that would be perfect for this occasion. She reached into it, the vision of a titanic brass centipede the lengtht of the sky rising from a sea of dead souls to devour the world, and squeezed it between the corners of her mind and her hands, willing it into glossy and blossoming substance contained in her palm.

Then the steed neighed, announcing itself like a flash of lightning in a downpour as it heavily banged the doors of the kitchen open. Petals of flashing obsidian swirled into the room with their arrival, drifting from Rafalia's hand with the current that whistled at their heels. She threw a hand out, whipping up the red and black of her royal coat in an smile that had seen things beyond the grasp of any mortal, the twinkling stars in the black of her eyes regarding the two occupants decisively.

"The rider of anihilation, warrior of excruciations and descendent of the princes of faerie, Rafalia Tredecim has arrived, most kind of folk! I have flown here on behalf of the damned, and I smile at our acquaintance!" She thundered from her throat, like the apocalypse in the tone of silk.

With a mad spin she leaped from the back of the horse and landed in a soft bow, posing with the politeness owed to a noble and gesturing to Lucy. "I have brought your errant maid, whose honeyed words brought out my curiosity."

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Rafalia

"Aw, how did you know?" The rider stifled a pout and peeled the doll off, dropping it on her steed's head. Perhaps someone was being a naughty girl and treading into her mind, but the fond remembrance still brought out a giggle. "My Alaric wasn't content until we'd gone positively depraved," she sang.

Her new friend's demands rang clearly through her ears. Luckily for Lucy, she had the right person for the job. Atmosphere and annihilation were the trade of a Warmain, and Rafalia had never turned one over on the former. "Worry not, my companion," she said, voice rising with the grandeur of the void. "Just tell me the window to pick, and I will arrive like oblivion shattering the sky!"

As they closed in, Rafalia petted the side of the horse and it eased its trotting, running smoothly and silently over barren ground, almost as graceful as its owner.

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Irene

Irene's expression was locked in a wide-eyed grimace as the numbing sensation encased her. Against this instant imprisonment, her mind faced a chill that threated to shut down her ability to respond the same as her body. It was like she was in Antartica again, being crushed between icebergs.

But was that it? Would she have to stay locked here now, listening to this ignorant bint prattle about her hypocrisy, so certain of her destructive ends and her self-important demagogy? Did she think she could simply leave her to die while she paraded her treads on the rewards of those at peace, complaining about a rotten circle but strewing her waste all over it? Heat circled through her stilled veins and hardened skin, boiling out from the depths of her body.

Useless.

The steaming ice shattered with a monstrous snap of her arms, scattering snow like rain and letting loose the bloodshot visage of Irene upon Hazel, set on tearing her in two with her outstretched claws.

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Irene

"And your lot would be only strife and blood with no end in sight, I can assume," she responded, casually clenching her hands into fists and loosening them. "And if we refuse to let you have your way?"




Rafalia

Evil overlords were far too done, but they tended to attract the types she found really interesting, so the ongoings were something the fairy wanted to keep an eye on. How blissful that she'd made friends with someone who was already involved, likely for similar reasons to hers.

"Sounds like a classy fellow," she said, voice slipping with incontrollable mirth before she cracked the reins and they shot through the streets like a cyclone on hooves. The demonic doll was more insidious than expected and yet also convenient. What would happen to Lucy if she shot of those, she wondered...

Perhaps to the fortune of the deceptively cute unholy rider, her topic of inquiry was quite efficient at taking the excrucian's attention.

"The chains were until the altar! Mostly." She began, looking back at her passenger with girlish delight passing through her eerie eyes. "Buuut the rest of the night -"

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Lucy

The false savior was about to make a destructive rebuttal, one so powerful that it would completely destroy the Excrucian. So powerful that it would reduce the rider to a fawning slave and- woah. Hoho. Damn. Lucy tapped her chest and a Messenger popped out. One which she grabbed by the leg and shook around a little.

"Bad Asmodeus! You're supposed to infect people other than me with perversion. I already have that in spades. Now whadda you need?" Then the doll leaned in and began whispering to her. "Mhm. I see, I see. Twintails, huh. Good."

Then the began to pet Raf's head. "My dear new friend, we're going to make a quick detour. Do you wanna see a castle and its new lord?"

Rafalia

That was a cute and insidious little doll Lucy had. Almost as suspicious as its owner, and it knew things like a scampering devil. Rafalia leaned back as they whispered, and her eyes sparkled with interest when Lucy explained.

"Ohh, that sounds fun. Did they take it by force, to serve as the heart of their plans of tyranny, or evict an overlord who laired within and now seek to spread their ideals from there? A castle is the perfect location for climactic confrontations. Do you think they could use some help decorating?"

Her steed jumped from the roofs with measured strength, landing neatly on the asphalft, and its rider looked forward as she continued, "Where to?"

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Irene

She observed the woman with a cool head. "You reject the very premise of civilization then. What do you fight for if you shun the inherent equality of all men?"

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