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The Final Hour RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Final Hour RPA team of 10 men and women enter the space. She keeps her eyes narrow, pretending to sleep. "Should we sedate her?"
"I mean, she looks pretty sedated to me." A women with a bow lowers her bow. Scarlett shifts, and wide-eyed, the room begins to panic, unprepared. She stands before them, 3 tails in her human form now, wearing all black skin-tight closes and a black mask. Vines spring up from the ground, pinning 4 of the Hunters before they have time to react. "Who's the leader?" Her eyes scan the room. All of them fixate on a wall or the ceiling, except for one. A dark-haired, perfect replica of Hellina. Scarlett freezes. But no, it's not her... This woman is older, much older, her eyes are a darker shade. She was just imagining things. But her hesitation cost her. An arrow flies for her, and the woman lunges and pushes her enough that it nicks her shoulder. They pretend to tossel as the others try to free the captured, but Scarlett overpowers the woman and changes forms, pouncing on the leader.
The man's scream echoes through the room just before the snap of his neck. It was an oddly... satisfying and... appealing sound. She turns on the others. They're dead in a minute, except for the woman. Scarlett watches her worriedly.
"You came home?"
She leaned against a marble column, exhausted. The shadow realm was becoming more and more dangerous by the minute. She had ignored Rin's request to pass on a message to Melvin. Cath had briefed the demon(?) earlier in the day.
But even without the detour, she had been in peril. If Cath had been anyone else, she would have been dead seven times over that morning. Eight times over, the nasty little voice whispered in her mind.
"Mr. Redding, would you be comfortable if I were to take a look at it? Dark magic is usually better at undoing dark magic, after all..." She glanced at the others in the room.
"Your majesty, a pleasure to see you again. Lady Najomi, an...honor..." She swept into a deep bow, and nodded at both of them. "My name is Cath, a dark mage of dubious origin, with no family name to call myself. I humbly beg your pardon for my unceremonious entrance into your high court, and beg recompense. And of course, my compliments to you fascinating tales, your majesty."
She had indeed been standing there a while.
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Scarlett's eyes widened. Silvana remains calm. "Have you finally come back?"
Scarlett backs up. "Silvana, why? Why are you with the Pelt Hunters when they're the ones who killed your daughter?"
Silvana sighs. "It's a cover up, Scar. Just like what you two did, only safer." Scarlett cringes. Silvana surveys the body. "Well, I am certainly glad you didn't do that to me. Now, we have some others trapped in here, lets go."
The pair frees the other prisoners and leave the safe house together. "You never answered my question." Silvana watches Scarlett. "No," She replies after a moment. "I have a new home." Silvana nods in curt assessment.
Cath noted the queen's silence with indifference. It was to be expected since the only interaction she had witnessed was Cath approaching Headmaster Melvin and insisting the two talk. Oh well, live and learn. All though to be fair, if Melvin had taken five minutes to listen to her, things would have turned out a lot differently.
She watched Atticus intently, before turning back to the Queen. "Mr. Redding, let me know if you change your mind. Your majesty, I am afraid my companion speaks the truth of the third member of our party. She has... questionable intent when it comes to this mission." Cath bowed again.
Now that she was here, it was obvious. The queen had contracted the plague. And the plague was deadly to Kitsunes. She was dying. A force powerful enough to kill a royal Kitsune was enough to make Cath shiver. So many demons and spirits would jump at the opportunity to unleash a plague of this caliber and magnitude, but Cath's mind drifted straight to the smug face of Melvin. What was his angle? And why was the shadow realm disintegrating into chaos? The two answers were almost assuredly related.
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She smiled viciously.
"I myself was a nomad. Turned away from every established province. But suspicion is like a plague. And it follows my people everywhere. The last time a dark kingdom existed was when the demon king was alive. Before he was imprisoned in the blood moon. The stigma alone will prevent its reincarnation."
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She gazed at Lady Najomi and the Queen, looking for any signs of a reaction. Taking advantage of the moment, she whispered softly so only Atticus could hear. "Lord Ravenor, the current dark magician of the court, is mortal. He's been in power for nearly three decades, and was both well respected and notorious for being 'absent' from court."
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