[ THE CO-ED WASHROOM ] HERE BE HORSEMEN TERRITORY pg 10!

[Zoobey]

((OOC: This is the co-ed washroom that now belongs to the Four Horsemen (unofficially, really). That means if you want to access or visit this area, be wary of the horsemen who consider this THEIR personal lounge.
- Icly please make sure you have permission from any of the four horsemen characters before posting here, or that you have planned something out RP wise
- Below is simply the old battle RP, please read the latest posts for updates))


There was a myth involving an area in the deepest abyss of the school gymnasium wing, otherwise known as the locker room hallway, otherwise known as the Co-Ed Washroom in the Locker Hallway Myth. Though there had been some debate as to whether or not third years or gnomes resided in the mythical Co-Ed Washroom, there was no doubt of the myth: that no student who entered had ever lived to tell the tale. Of course, there was then a debate as to whether or not the Co-Ed Washroom had any sort of validity to its tale if no student had ever lived to tell it. Perhaps they were a ghost, or some undead.

Nonetheless, on this very Moonday, the Co-Ed Washroom was the same as always, large iron black door wielded shut, bloodied stains decorated over the front, some of them lettered with crude words spelling out "Help", "No Entry", and even an audacious "Death to Those Who Enter". Wrapped haphazardly over the door were layers of yellow tape, as if the door had not been opened for a long period of time.

Considering that the Co-Ed Washroom held within itself two integral elements, the first the promise for sanctity as the only unoccupied area (in theory), and the second its very own legendary tale, it was a small wonder that noone had dared to open those barred iron doors.

That is, until this very Moonday. Word sure spread fast, of this terrifying myth, but to the horsemen, who's tribes literally recreated the Human World's version of Hell, terrifying was highly subjective.

The door was locked, but it would not remain that way for long.  

[Grey Dragon]

"Hmm. Hmmmmm." The blonde pursed her lips, heels clicking against the tile floor as she paced in front of the mysterious door. They had all heard the rumours. Except... Cymbeline had not been paying so much attention. Why it was closed off in such an ominous way ways far beyond her twisted mind to imagine.

"Surely you can use the toilet all on your own," she muttered over one shoulder, leaning her head sideways to examine the door from a different angle. "Pesty~ Were you afraid? Is it scary going into the boils toilet all on your own?" The ghoul hummed a little tune in a minor key, and twirled around on one foot before laying her hand on the door handle. She gave it a pull. Nothing happened, and without missing a beat she gave it a shove. Her befuddled mind said that a door not opening outward should open inward, but this one continued to be a nuisance.

A pretty frown appeared on her face. "It must be these glaring yellow snakes," she offered in a singsong voice, and then laughed. "HA. Snakes. Little more than worms. And vile things with hardly a leg to stand on~ Snakes." The ghoul pulled a ribbon of caution tape off the door with a flourish, and then dropped it to the floor to grind it under one pointed heel.  

[revenant aria]

"Snakes, Cymbeline? Darling creatures. Think of those large dripping venemous teeth.." Lost in thought, one hand raised to her cheek in a manner of obvious overwhelming glee, it was, perhaps, the most feminine gesture one might see Aisa do. She looked like she was in a mental ectasy. Little wonder why, when you considered the concept most associated with "snakes." The slow and painful draining of life .. Imagine, it only took a few drops of venom to bring about such a detailed agonizing death. What devil had thought of such an intelligent creature? A long sigh of satisfaction left Aisa's lips, the sound of her armored boots loudly scratching against each other as she crossed her long legs.

But her mood soured just as quickly as it rose, when Aisa realized, this limp yellow excuse of a snake wasn't worth being called such a name. It was hardly a victory, with it's lack of fight under Cymbeline's heel. Purple eyes slanted, in a thorough look of disgust. These poor animals would have to be educated in the ways of proper snake-dom. The hourglass quickly came into view of her hands, her palms closing together to pull at the handles of the hourglass. With a smooth pull, the hourglass soon became a large red scythe, the handles warping around her grip. Apparently, Aisa lacked Cymbeline's patience to tug the barricade of tape one by one. Ha. Single digits. One simply does not do single digits. Death was much greater in massive numbers. When the musky smell of death surrounds the entire area. Moist, foul and thoroughly soaking everything within it's contagious scent .. Aisa was sure that was how the Co-Ed Washroom smelled.

Delicious.

To bathe in that smell at any hour she wished .. Her bloody desires knew no end. She wanted that washroom. Badly. Aisa wasn't about to strip the door of it's pathetic population of yellow snakes one by one. The only warning to her next move was the tightening of her grip around the handle, the deafening sound of a metal crescent against blacked iron door resonated. Even with her little regard to the other riders in the room, she doubted she sliced more than an ear off the other riders.

Ironically, the company she enjoyed most was the very same deaths she would have enjoyed most. If not for their clan relations and a surprisingly deep sense of friendship .. Well, in a way, it was a compliment towards both factors.
 

[demon_pachabel]

Somehow Invictus had managed to take the teasing of Cymbeline in stride. Certainly it wasn't an unusual thing for him to be being harassed by the Horsewomen, anybody who had ever seen Invictus with any of them would have plainly seen that they were allowed a certain wiggle room of harassment with him that probably would have garnered the destruction of another. Whether it was because he had a soft spot or because it was simply the fact that Invictus knew that he was not capable of destroying the Horsewomen out of impatience, they simply never became targets of his wrath.

"I have as little use for a bathroom as I do for food." he answered simply, a true fact given that Invictus didn't eat 99.99% of the time. To see him ingest anything was unusual (so the fact he'd tried anything at Prom was unusual. But he'd been attempting to be amicable for as long as his patience would handle it). However, he didn't seem to pipe up any more defenses, just looking to Aisa as she seemed to find some happy thought in the land of venomous creatures.

Part of him made a note to see if he could procure something nice and venomous for her to ...play with....while they were left to this campus. Perhaps. It would have to be something more than suitable, at the very least.

He nodded to Eris as well, "We will have to see how these doors stand up to us." he said carefully. However, he didn't really expect much out of them.

After a moment, he paused, holding one hand out in front of him. The bracelet he wore on that arm immediately snapped open, taking a new shape. Long, slender, and what looked to be made of gold and ivory with the Jade centerpiece from it's previous form still intact. It was a rather simple looking bow, compared to how Invictus dressed, but somehow it suited him.

Unfortunately for him, there wasn't quite anything he could actually throw at the door in this hallway. At least, nothing he could without seeming...obvious... at this point in time.

However, he could do one thing that was simple enough.

Gravity seemed to settle underneath the doors, suddenly yanking down on them testing force. If he couldn't throw something at them, Invictus would just tear them down.  

[x_Nata_x]

Eris, too, had joined the trio of horsemen as they had made their way through the labyrinthine hallways towards the co-ed bathroom, her own heels joining Death and Famine's to click along the tile, like the gentle prancing of hooves against stone. The rumor had proved far too strong a lure for them, it seemed, and for the heir of War it was no different -- she did not bother trying to keep the twinge of mischief from her smirk, unabashedly letting it curl the corners of her mouth delicately as they ventured towards what no one else, it seemed, had touched. Even as they approached the wrought-iron door which blocked their way, her pleased expression did not waver, unperturbed by the seemingly impassable entrance and the warnings written in blood. She knew, as they all did, that it would not stand up to them -- while students might have a problem getting through such thick defenses, might worry about what was on the other side, they knew better.

Little scared the four apocalyptic plagues. Each of their clans separately could invoke fear into any human heart. They had survived the years of hunting and being hunted on the island. There was very little as unnerving as the threat of a weapon, bound in servitude for all eternity.

Folding her arms around Aisa's shoulders, Eris rested her chin on one shoulder as she eyed the door with minor interest, listening quietly as her fellow kin bantered airily, joining in only as Famine tore at the caution tape. "Hardly a snake at all..." Eris replied a little regretfully as she watched Cym grind the thin plastic tape under her heel, a soft little sigh escaping her lips, "Pity... it was such a pretty color, too." Warm, honey-brown eyes lifted to watch Aisa gleefully fantasize about the venomous creatures, glittering a little in amusement at the obvious pleasure her fellow horseman took in the thought. She couldn't blame her -- there was something very... appealing about their serpentine movement, the soft little hiss and rattle of danger just before a strike. While death was not her forte, should could enjoy the pleasures her horsemen kin provided. She did, however, allow her arms to slide lazily off Aisa's shoulders as she reached for her hourglass, politely moving to stand a short distance away as the heir of Death unsheathed her scythe, admiring the sheen of magical fire that engulfed it in its transformation.

"I'm sure we will be seeing how these doors fall before us, pretty soon~" she replied in amusement, flicking her eyes to Invictus with a little wink. He, too, unsheathed his weapon, the ethereal bow appearing from the cuff into his hand, joining Aisa in being armed. Eris didn't flinch as the sound of metal against metal and tile cracking beneath the door as the gravity was increased ten-fold echoed down the empty hallway, unsurprised by her kin's attacks, although she waited patiently as they attempted to open the door, holding her elbows gently. It was only until they were finished that she let her arms fall reaching over to touch the dagger at her hip, not to unsheathe it into the gold and ebony sword it truly was, fire instead leaping up to lick at her fingers. In a quick, flourishing motion, the heir to war brought her arm forward in a sweeping motion towards the door, air growing hot as flame bombarded the black metal.  

[Zoobey]

The door groaned under the attacks, and while it did not give away entirely, its solid shape contorted, bent sideways, and then shuddered before slumping to one side on one hinge, leaving a large gap for entry. A strange gust of wind - a breeze or the air conditioner? - exhaled from the large gap.

Silence, and then a wheeze, a groan, a screech, the sound of something metallic and clicking that echoed from within the darkness of The Forbidden Area. And then, a single voice.

"State your name, intruders," the words boomed loudly, menacingly. "This is the territory of the Salvation Committee, we will give no mercy to those who wish to challenge and defy us, walk away and learn your place."

The gap in the door was only large enough to squeeze in one student (or Horsemen, in this case) at a time, but the real question lay in the fact of the matter: who exactly was talking from within? It only made things much more curious.

((OOC:
- It is up to the horsemen whether or not they want to humour the ??? voice, but with someone pretty much beckoning them to go in, how could they refuse such an offer? ))  

[demon_pachabel]

There was very little that excited Invictus more than resistance against his dominance when he asserted it. It was exciting to squash it. For the normally straight-faced horseman, the wicked grin forming over his face was...unusual. Or rather, it was unusual if one hadn't been in his company for a long period of time, so perhaps to the girls the look on his face was more familiar than it would have been even to his own parents. Yes, the voice just taunted the horseman.

However, he made a pointed effort to weigh the pros and cons of stepping through that space in the door to see what lay on the other side. Clearly, the worse that could happen would be that some foolish thing tried to lay harm to him.

And if it was possible for something laying within the walls of this school to do that, well... he was sure that they all would be just as excited by the idea of it as he was - what wasn't exciting about being forced out of the boredom of the mundane?

The horseman looked to Eris, Aisa, and Cymbeline all in turn, just to get an idea of perhaps what they were thinking. "We will have to see just...who...needs to learn their place...." he muttered, perhaps to himself, a brief glimpse of the insanity from the island present in his posture before he strode forward to look at the gap in the door.

There was only one thing that the horseman was going to entertain;

"I am Invictus." he said simply to the 'State your name' demand, his own voice not raising in tone or volume. Salvation Committee?

Perhaps they would be due to save their own skins as Invictus looked back at the Horsewomen one last time before he entered in through the gap. Would he pay for it? It was possible.  

[Zoobey]

As Invictus and the other horse(wo)men stepped through the door, they could not help but notice that the Co-Ed Washroom did not quite look like a co-ed washroom at all. A large velvet carpet stretched from the entrance of the door towards a large chair - a throne - in the back. Seated on the chair was an ominous figure surrounded by shadows, yet he was vastly outdwarfed by the three large chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, the two rows of large plush sofas and matching pillows, and even a large vanity room in the far corner, complete with a ten-foot mirror and walk in closet.

Perhaps the co-ed washroom door was actually a portal that lead to some sort of strange alternate reality? How else could the expenses be explained?

As the horsemen gawked over this strange sort of not really co-ed washroom situation, the figure seated on the throne slowly stood up. It was covered in armour from head to toe, and held within one hand a ten-foot axe. The figure took one step forward, the ground shook, his armour creaked, and then another step.

"Come." The voice that resounded from the armour was loud, booming, menacing. "Challenger Invictus and your harem, if you wish to take what is rightfully mine, you will have to defeat me first."

It dropped its axe to the ground, the shockwave from the impact was enough to knock even the horsemen off their feet. The ominous power of the armoured figure - their Fear - was even enough for them to reconsider their options.

((BOSS FIGHT: PHASE ONE: 50

- EACH HORSEMEN HAS 50 HP.
- Roll TWO twenty-sided dice. The first dice they roll is the damage they take from the shockwave, the second is the damage they do to ??? , use their Fear accordingly to roleplay out the damage ))  

[demon_pachabel]

Well, this seemed interesting. Invictus would not have confessed his response to the large armored being in the room, which felt like it should have been part of some giant enchanted castle in some human world movie. Yes, he felt like he'd seen this one somewhere, but as to what, he couldn't place his finger on it. Conquest was taking a nice long look at the contents of said room before the armored being had moved, his eyes turning to focus attention on the stranger.

It seemed..... interesting, at the very least. It probably could have been said that seeing the challenger was not all talk put a certain extra spin of excitement into things for the youngest of the group. Had he even noticed that his three lovely companions had been called his..
....
......

'Harem'...? While many rulers he could think of off the top of his head would have held a hefty harem of their own, the idea of the three powerful women in his company being a part of a harem (even one of his own) was...laughable. It would take quite a being of any type to hold even one of them down.

It would have been hard to throw much of anything in this room at the being, to accept it's challenge (or was he the challenger?), and it seemed any moment of indecision on Invictus's part had cost him, sliding back with the shockwave from the dropped axe... the damage might have actually been more severe than even that, however, as several darkened areas formed underneath the layers of clothing the horseman wore;

He was bleeding.

None the less, he grit his teeth, narrowed his eyes, and focused on the only thing in the room he believed would have been any sort of an effective weapon against the large opponent; The axe.

His bow wasn't needed for him to throw things, the horseman sliding his footing to brace himself as he held up both of his hands, palm side up. A sort of red glow formed around them in a wispy smoke, which also seized up the mighty weapon that hadn't even been used against them and flung it back against it's user with as much force as the bleeding horseman could muster for such a large object.

Had he even made a dent in the armor?

Invictus's remaining HP: 30  

[x_Nata_x]

Eris had given the door a satisfied smile when it had bent under the three horseman's wills, peering at the gap with interest as the cool breath of air cleared away the heat which her own attack had produced. But it was the sound that had echoed from within which caught all their attentions, the sound of metal against metal uncomfortable to any whom was not used to the sound. For the horseman of War, this was not the case -- the clash of weapons had left her trained to the harsh screeching sound, and none of Apocalypse ponies were unfamiliar with groans of any kinds. In fact, they relished in them, and while Eris tilted her head away, she was merely turning her head to turn an ear towards the gap which had been produced. She seemed more interested than perturbed by the menacing voice which came not a few moments later, one hand settling loosely on her hip as she flicked her eyes back towards the newly-formed entrance, cocking her head to one side. Learn their place?

It seemed Invictus had had a similar idea. As a sly little smile curled the corner of her lips, she turned to glance at her fellow horseman, taking note of the grin the heir of Conquest now sported. With his comment, she merely gave another little smile, private to most, but oh so telling to the rest of her kin -- it was time for an a** kicking. They may have seen it in their own little skirmishes, their squabbles which meant nothing and were normally just for sport, or because they were bored. They were readying for a fight, or at least a verbal assault on whomever was arrogant enough to think they could tell the HORSEMEN to learn their place. And it seemed oddly appropriate that Invictus take the lead as he announced them, then step inside, warm brown eyes watching as the smallest of the horsemen stepped through the gap.

He was conquest, and they were seeking to seize control. The fight, however, would be her domain.

She gave Invictus a few seconds before she, too, stepped forward to slip through the space they had created in the door, sliding her hands behind her back to gently clasp her wrists as she did so. When she emerged, the sight was enough to cause her eyebrows to lift in surprise at the elegance of the room, eyes flicking slowly around at the large, expansive area. It was most certainly not a washroom. And if it was, it most certainly only just barely qualified. Immediately her attention was drawn to the way the lights flickered in the crystal chandelier, bypassing the armor and throne entirely (although she already had a feeling they would be fighting to be seated there later.) Her attention lingered there far longer than anywhere else, although after a few moments she stepped to the side to allow the others to come through, tilting her eyes lower now to look down at the carpet, the soft velvet allowing no sound to echo from her nor any of the other female horseman's heels. The mirror in the corner, too, caught her eye as a little flicker of light caught the glass, and she took a moment to admire that as well, clearly completely oblivious to the danger. Or at least ignoring it. She was no stranger to ignoring arrogant little threats.

Even as the armor stood, metal screeching again, she did not give it a moment's attention, instead leaning towards Aisa to whisper something in her ear. In fact, it was only when the armor spoke that her eyes slowly swiveled to settle on it, finally turning completely to face it and settling her arms up to cup her elbows. Harem? Although it was mostly lost behind the fingers which had risen to press against her lips, Eris gave a little laugh at that, not so much annoyed at the assumption as clearly amused by it. It was quite possible she was entertaining the idea of keeping the title, for the sheer hilarity of it. Not because Invictus did not warrant a harem of his own, as powerful as he was, but because each of them in their own right were just as likely to.

"When you choose a harem, you choose only the best, don't you Vicki~" she couldn't help but tease a little, already beginning to take a few steps forward, towards where Invictus stood.

That was, until the axe fell.

Before that point, the heir of War had hardly given the armored figure a passing thought. She certainly hadn't taken his challenge seriously, barely even acknowledging it. But as she had taken her first few steps forward, the sound completely silenced by the velvet carpet, there was a sudden shock of power that promptly knocked them backward, an audible crack following as the sound barrier was broken. For the first time since they had even heard of the mythical room, Eris was shocked. Normally devious brown eyes widened a little as her hands suddenly found purchase against the soft carpet, shoulder tilted like a shield against the attack. And when the dust had settled, only then did she turn her head to glance over her shoulder, still shocked as she peered through sorrel hair at where Invictus was bleeding. Although she had taken a large hit, it was he whom had taken the brunt of the shockwave, and the sight of blood was startling. It was rare for a horseman to bleed, even more so for one as calculating as Invictus. In fact, she was the most likely to shed her own blood, for obvious reasons, so it was with less surprise that she glanced down at the shoulder which had been used as a shield, finding horizontal bands of blood dripping over the gold of her armband where the blast had sliced through skin. Reaching up to cover the wound with one hand, she pulled it away stare at the crimson on her fingers, even going as far as to touch them to her tongue, tasting the blood. Still, with one blast? It was... unnerving. But as the surprise faded, Eris' eyes turned darker, flickering red as she narrowed them, focusing them intently on the armor calculatingly.

This was no student. This was no vanilla graduate either -- this armored figure was something to be cautious of.

And defeated.

Too bad Eris was likely the least cautious of them.

She left a a stain of red where her hand touched the velvet carpet as she pushed herself to her feet, fingers curling into claws as the stare turned into an enraged glare, her smirk long since replaced by a snarling expression, teeth bared like some sort of animal.


(Still editing ;; Don't have time to write the attack part right now, have to drive back to Orlando -- if anyone posts after me before I edit this, assume FIRE ATTACK, GO?)

HP: 50 - 17 = 33  

[revenant aria]

Aisa's face had been wiped of any pleasure, when it was made obvious that both of her goals or hopes had quickly been dashed. One hand lifted to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, watching the show of metal collapse around them. It wasn't long before the booming voice made it's quick way towards the horsemen, practically forcing their curiosity to lead them further.

.. What was that supremely arrogant tone? Few had the nerve to say that, especially to the horsemen themselves. The only exception to that rule was the other horsemen, because their arrogance simply rolled off of them in waves. For most of them, at least. It was hard to suppress such natural charismatic arrogance, even in the presence of each other. Aisa's weapon did not revert back, instead, the scythe dragged carelessly amongst the ground as she wordlessly followed Connie and Eris's example. The end of the warping pole seemed to contort and shift, reacting to Aisa's turmoil of emotions .. Mostly, hoping for the quick demise of a being who couldn't possibly have more arrogance than them. But the being somehow did manage to pull it off. Intriguing.

As she would soon learn why.

Aisa didn't admire the room's decor as Eris or Connie did. Aisa could have cared less for such. Such things were unnecessary, especially when it came to the matter of death. The only usefulness of objects was to be stained in crimson splatters. Although this red carpet .. It's crimson color pleased Aisa. Even with the junk, she mused, she wouldn't mind such an extravagant washroom. (Had she noticed the fact, it wasn't really a washroom at all?) But such thoughts were fleeting, as this wasn't the appropriate time to think of such thoughts. Even Eris's whisper, as amusing as it was, didn't distract the battle-driven Aisa from her heavy stare towards the armored figure. His line was a most obvious foreshadowing, although, it was easy to see why the heirs and their rather .. carefree natures, allowed them to overlook such a cliched line and warning.

However, Aisa was hardly carefree in that department.

Her scythe's large blade was held out in front of her, using the metal, attempting to shield herself and Cymbeline (Unfortunately, the other two had the poor insight to stand ahead) from the exploding blast. The pole, previously slammed downwards to get some sort of stable footing, couldn't grasp it's hold on the lush carpet. The heir of Death was thrown to the ground, finding herself forcibly tumbled back with the swinging momentum of the scythe. It was a, thankfully, blunt blow. But a blunt blow against the ground still forced the heir to acknowledge the pain that shot through her back, having landed in a strange arching of her back with her weapon by her side.

She didn't have time to lie around. She needed to get back up. With little time and concern to how the others were currently faring, considering that they were still standing which constituted Aisa's definition of 'fine,' a glimmer of metal rushed forward. The sound of chandelier rocked back and forth, the heir of death using the ostentatious display as her brief footing for a slicing attack from above. Several lights cracked under the moment of weight and pressure, causing several sharp shards to accompany the scythe in it's attack.

A room stained with blood might not be so bad either.

50 - 4 = 46HP left!  

[Grey Dragon]

With snakes successfully ground underfoot, and the door wrenched open by her companions, Cymbeline was very pleased indeed. "Learn your place," she parroted in a singsong voice as she followed the other three in and began examining the co-ed washroom.

Well. It wasn't a washroom without a toilet... But the candles above made the shadows flicker like teasing little goblins, treading silently over a velvet river of deep blood~ It was soundless under her heels, and soft, like the flesh of a corpse. A sickly, stick thin corpse with gaping eyes and fingers as black and bony as crows feet. Oh the images... The longing to see one's blood spilling rose in the insane horsewoman, and a twisted grin grew, menacingly eager on her youthful face. Until she was knocked off her heeled feet by the force of the shock wave so suddenly sent in their direction.

The grin was quickly overcome by an expression of rage. How dare he? A mere insect even daring to bite the Heir of Famine! She felt something moist on her forehead. It must be THAT colour, deep and beckoning. One all four of them knew only too well.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Cymbeline shouted, her ribs clattering unnaturally with the force of the vocalization. "HOW DARE YOU EVEN! A rotten, rusty can of miserable spoiled fruit, living in a toilet like a cockroach!" She was on her feet in an instant, the skull-adorned scales on her belt now in one hand. Her hood had come off and long blonde hair fell around the base of her dark wings. "A fine carapace this little ant has... And a nest so fine inside a nest of snots. YOU SHOULD JUST DIE NOW!"

Following an unpredictable whim only understood by the truly insane, Cymbeline picked up the bone hairpiece she wore, and threw it at the suit of armor. Why she didn't just use her weapon was a mystery to all involved.

((HP: 50 - 17 = 33))  

[Zoobey]

The attacks hit with fullforce, the figure went flying backwards, wall creating an impressive crater behind. The armour groaned, creaked, as it extracted itself, the lighter pieces around the fingers and wrist falling off. Though it was clearly beginning to crumble from the damage taken, it still took a few steps forward, raising one precautionary arm forward.

"You-" Clank, went the helm piece as it too fell off, revealing a strange, smokey darkness underneath. "Your Fear - why have you -" Crack crack crack as its armour literally began to break apart, -"come here, you who promised-" clank, clank, thunk.

The entire figure dissipated to black smoke, the vague outlines of a face, of narrowed blue eyes retreating as it flew into the ceiling above and disappeared entirely.


((THE CONCLUSION:

- Congratulations, it seems the horsemen have defeated the ??? Salvation Committee
- As they have cleared the area of the boss, now they can use the restroom in peace, correct?
- THIS AREA (the co-ed washroom) is now Horsemen Territory. That means this is now the official horsemen headquarters (well, unofficially really, its just they happened to discover it/ take over it). They are free to use their headquarters as they wish, and initiate or bring in any newbies over as they wish - any other plots please run them by Marushii or Lizbot thank you! ))  

[demon_pachabel]

As the figure slowly dissipated away, it seemed as though it spewed a few strange things. Strange things that Conquest stashed away in the back of his head. However.....

.....
.....

"That was it?" Invictus seemed annoyed, though his tone remained even. Was it because the battle had gone by so quickly, or because something so simple had brought him to bleeding. He paused for a moment, looking to his three companions. Did he have any reason to feel shame in front of them? Not truly so. Sure he was bleeding, but none the less, he wasn't sure how much.

At least not until he made a point of unbuttoning the top of his shirt and peeling it open he was able to see the extent of the damage. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at his abdomen, which was ripped up and bleeding dark blood all over. Tch. That was disappointing.

"It seems we've gained something of interest, at the very least..." he said as he fixed his shirt again. The bleeding would stop on it's own, after all.

At least the furnishing wasn't bad.  

[revenant aria]

"We promised something..? Hm. Must not have been a very memorable one, was it?" Aisa remarked, her foot lifting to rudely kick the armored remains from the immediate area. Her scythe pushed the bits of metal noisily to the side, discarding the trash. She didn't like this feeling. Promises .. It went against the fibers of Aisa's being to have in inability to deliver on a promise. But then again, those promises usually consisted of a resulting death, so she had always been able to deliver on those. However, their half-hearted victory and winnings currently overlooked such a minor feeling.

Aisa sat herself on the throne, draping her legs over one side so that her body laid on the deep cushions in a horizontal manner, while her scythe balanced against an armrest. It seemed that the chair, or more accurately termed, their winnings carried greater importance than the fellow heir's injuries. But it was a throne. Who wouldn't want to seat themselves in one, just once? Interesting concoction .. Perhaps, Cymbeline or Eris might want their turn later in this chair? Or Connie, while all three girls mimicked the human portraits of sin, displayed and pages caressed so lovingly by boils? Ghouls sometimes had them too.

Connie was bleeding on the carpet. None of them minded a few blood stains here and there .. Well, Aisa didn't. "These leftovers aren't bad .. although I wouldn't mind .." She seemed to find the next choice of words difficult, one hand lifting lazily to gesture around the room, "...less of these things."

ALthough the clutter looked rather gaudy, it wasn't particularly .. bad.