[HC][RL] The founders of Chaos

[Bezyle]

There was that distinct, undeniable smell of the roast ham slathered in honey and gravy that lingered in the empty pan. It mingled with the various scents of fresh bread, scented candles, sex, blood, and uncontrollable urges that involved all of the seven deadly sins.  The table was bare missing many different kinds of foods and goods. It wasn't necessarily an unpleasant odor, but some would find it oddly appealing and comforting. This area on the 80th floor was quaint, the slaves were courteous, and the scenery fairly breathtaking, as golden drapes hung from the ceiling and a waxed floor left everything looking prestigious. A dim yellow light illuminated the entire area. As slaves played gentle tune on harps, viola, symbols, and a piano. Parts of the windows were engraved with statues of what was believed to be the current owner's mother.

Music


The floor, which had no more than a hundred residents, was nestled at the top of siege tower the city surrounded it, visible through tinted windows, it seeming to add that extra sense of safety that the location portrayed, away from all of the dangers that existed below. One could even see the the dam from the tower and the other island it connected to, the mountain tops a friendly neighbor to the tower itself.


Eo hadn't lived here for long, a few months at best, though she really hadn't been keeping track. A fondness for the place had grown inside of her, and she didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. Though more pressing matters kept her from spending much time here, she still enjoyed the small moments she did have here, most especially taking in the smells, sounds, and overall aura of the place. These senses had heightened ever since the calamity gave her the form of a lion. Really, controlling her transformation wasn't all that difficult, but she didn't mind the slight lack of control that cause her nails to grow black. Still, a part of her longed for something, she was missing someone as she rested her head on the table. “Minerva… when did you say Lana was coming back… guarding this guy is difficult he keeps trying to be sneaky… is Master still analyzing that data...” Sitting beside her was the maelstrom chancellor, his feet were shackled together but outside of that his hands and mouth were free, much to Eo’s disappointment. She let out a whine and then scowled before letting her head drop back onto the table.


Fiscel was lounging in a corner sprawled out on the floor as her hair was a mess, she had been dancing and for the most part tuckered herself out. She had an open smile on her face as she had been entertaining their ‘guest’ a polite form of torture was the use of desire and the chancellor had seen many lap dances as the girl had a habit of straddling her master's ‘guest’ and planting promiscuous kisses on the chancellor's neck, forehead, and lips would have lead anyone to think they were more than friends even though nothing outside of that happened. It was as much torture for her as it possibly was for him, because after she successfully achieved an orgasm via toying with the chancellor, and then toying with herself she sent herself into a series of fits that involved laughter, crying, longing, and emptiness. As she layed on the ground, her emotions flowing through these different processes her sister was walking towards her.


“Sorry about that fiscel… I know it was hard but I am very proud of you… you handled it quite well and Lana will be very proud of you for not succumbing to lust and breaking your innocence.” The eldest of the sister that were present Minerva was petting her, feeling slightly guilty that the control of her feat had slipped out and accidentally motivated one of her younger sisters. She was lucky it was only a small slip, if it had touched the chancellor who knows what might have happened. The last time a man other than their master was blessed with Minerva’s gift of an erection Minerva herself had broken her innocence and was nearly put to death because of it, but after taking a vow and her master finding use in her abilities she was spared. Minerva then looked at Eo and sighed, “Try to be more patient… our Master will be back soon and will just task you with some other chore… and Lana won’t always be around so you might as well start getting used to it now…”

Spoiler:

[Hewitt Au Voth]

This room was a familiar one. Well as familiar as one could get while be trapped inside for....what was it...2 weeks, a month maybe? voth was unsure, he had lost track of time a while ago. While the decorations was extravagant, there seemed to be a purposeful lacking of clocks. A tactic he assumed that allowed for one to simply get lost in their pleasures without the constant worry of time, or  one of torture where one had no idea how long they have been trapped here. He somehow got used to the mix of smells that seemed to persist in this space. They were distracting at 1st but he somehow learned to find them charming in their own right. 

His capture seemed to share in music taste to him at least. The melody that was being played by the many slaves in the room was one that somehow kept him at ease. Despite the constant distractions from being toyed with each day. The music along with the view was a truly magnificent one. 

Prof, Voth sat across the table from Eo. He sipped on a cup of tea that one of the slaves was kind enough to bring him. Sadly the tea was now cold, for only moments ago he was assaulted by one of the other slave girls who seemed to go by the name of Fiscal. She attacked him with a string of lap dances and kisses. Soft touches and seductive looks. his hands were free but he remained calm. Despite being hard as a rock he held strong his composure. He was no stranger to this sort of play In Fact this was probably the most tame assault he had since arriving here. As if she was  not trying to tease or torment her but was driven by her own lusts and was attempting to hold back. He did not Attempt to encourage her for he was not interested in engaging in such acts with her. His fear of his wife was far greater than his need for release and comfort. 

His Thoughts were confirmed when another slave by the name of minerva comforted the girl as she lied down on the floor. His attention shifted back to Eo now that he had a moment to sip on his tea. Her Nails seem to grow black . Possibly a small lack of control over her animal form. He could attempt to fly away turning himself into an owl, but they seemed to watch him more closely if he moved to close to windows so he made no attempt to open them. He was able to get a message out to the queen he had hopped one night. Using a candle he signaled his position using morse code by covering and exposing the light. If someone got the message then help would surely be on the way any day now he need only to wait. 

"Eo is it?" He took a sip of his tea slowly and then placed the cup down. "Why are you holding me here? There is much better things you guys could be doing with your time. My legs are bound where would i possibly go? This whole floor is guarded and we are 80 stories high up."  He crossed his legs in his chair. Leaning back a bit as he faced Eo. "How old are you little one? Wouldn't you rather be out exploring?"

[ExplodingIce]

Temero sat at the table as well, unbothered by the girls. He had dealt with his fathers slaves for much of his life. These ones were just another four in a long line of girls. While he enjoyed there company, of course he had never crossed the line with them. They were bound to celibacy and they were his father's property, not his. He viewed them more like good friends, with a terminal case of life. 

When the man spoke, he tuned him out. Clearly whatever his father had called him hear about had something to do with him. If he had wanted to share that information with Temero he would have. He trusted his father's rational, and focused instead on the contents of his folder. It contained reports from a local sale being conducted. He occasionally checked in on the underworld below the tower to see how the back market dealers were doing. Not everyone dealed with higher up members of houses, leaders and founders and such. Some people did there deals in the dark alleys, or in this case, subways, away from the watchful eyes of the "law." 

"Dont underestimate the little one. Her bark is much worse than her bite." He said in an off-hand manner. Temero wondered who this man was if he actually knew one of the girls names. It meant hed been here long enough to have been told something and not killed afterwords. Which means he was a prisoner, and whatever his father had called him up for, probably had something to do with him.

[Aril]

[size=39]Joseph knew better than to question the Queen’s authority when she was upset which is the only reason he was here. His Doll sat at his side, her abilities may come to into play as he pointed out to his Queen before they left. His belts of vials were cleaned and newly refashioned with many new chemicals that he decided to take a gander at to memorize their position one more time. If he had known he’d eventually be forced to come meet the Maker and his slaves he’d have attended more of the meetings to analyze their abilities and be better prepared. He brought with himself a copy of everyone’s favored short weapon and held them between himself and his Doll. One thing he didn’t want was everyone to be short weaponry because of an unexpected surprise.[/size]

[size=39]There were two things Joseph didn’t expect; the first was how surprisingly roomy the elevator was and the second was the recent addition of the silver haired lady. Joseph remember the aura and look she carried in her body language. It reminded him of a time long before he arrived on these isles, back when his victims were predictable. He’d made a mental note to watch her more for her psyche opposed to do any work on her. It didn’t help she came from one of his Queen’s favorites and, as always with new people, she wished to make a good impression. Joseph would’ve rather been far more open with his intentions and let people know what he really was rather than hide. He supposed that was the point of this house though.[/size]

[size=39]Joseph tied his lab coat a bit tighter after he finished with his belts. He didn’t need everyone looking at his equipment. His Queen told him to remain in the back of the group unless necessary, and so unless someone was looking directly at him, his motions would remain unnoticed. Ichiro stood in front of him and to his right and Graycia mirrored the heir on Joseph’s left. Belinda stood nearly directly in front of Joseph, making the Plague Knight seem as if he was merely a shadow of his Queen. It almost felt like everyone was part of a nearly full set as the Doll seemed to blend in with Joseph’s shadow, and they were now only missing the Queen’s Rage Knight. It seemed to be commanded for them to stand this way, although his Queen never gave an order to do so. This poked at Joseph’s curiosity. He seemed to be far more interested in the psychological aspects of man since the Doll came into his life. However he didn’t have much time as the elevator stopped on floor 79, opening into the Maker’s Lair.[/size]

[Doll]

Doll knew better than to let her curiosity get the best of her, but she let it slip for the moment as she peeked out from behind at Joseph's waist longingly, adoring the small vials with the assortment of colored liquid and the pocket-sized arrangement of weapons. She had been taught before how to wield multiple knife times before just in case of emergency, yet she was not allowed to carry them on her person on this trip. Doll didn't know why; was it the fear of her master thinking she would turn on him? Oh, it couldn't be. She would never do such a thing to hurt him. Her fingers ached to touch one of the scalpels tucked away on his right side, and she lifted her hand to run it against his lab coat before quickly placing it back to her side, not daring to do such a thing.

She flinched when Joseph tightened his lab coat, afraid he had noticed her reaching out. She sucked in a breath of air, before biting her lip and staring straight. Her body still ached after the last time she acted out, accidently sliding a set of vials off of the counter while cleaning up. Even though she did like the punishment, she knew her body would not be able to handle another one quite yet.

Doll interlocked her fingers in front of her, tapping the pointer fingers together as she took another look at Joseph, smiling absently.

[CosmicAsh]

Grey looked around the room, she had changed into a shoulderless cotton shirt after her stint in Dauth's place.She scanned the room, giving a smile to everyone who she made eye contact with,but soon her smiles turned into curt nods as she was returned with glares and blank stares.She stayed close to her Queen's side,she stayed in her spot and would sometimes reach her hands down to smooth her shirt or fiddle with the straps on her shorts.She was soon made aware of a presence behind her and the Queen, it was a man in a crisp white lab coat.He seemed to also be in allegiance with the queen so she gave a slight smile.She could tell she looked silly, smiling and nodding at people, she was okay with this it didn't matter what people thought.

She could easily decapitate them in a matter of seconds if she really needed to, and they would be able to even touch her.She watched as slave girls danced around and gave seductive glances at the members of there party, she hardened her jaw.She wondered if theses girls wanted to be here if they even wanted to touch and writh on the strangers there masters put forth for them.She turned her head,best not to think about it too hard.

[Ichiro]

Despite the elevator being relatively spacious the new Fate Knight felt very confined, placing his hand on the inner railing and look up at the mirrored ceiling to stare at the heads of those he share the space with. He had eyed the dolls mannerisms and raised an eyebrow but as he did with most things involving her it always seemed best to ignore her. His sword was strapped to his back as opposed to his waist this time. It was a normal thing for him to do while being on guard indoors as opposed to outdoors. It was sheathed in a new sheath that was a gift from the Queen, who he had deemed was far to nice to him, offering to aid him in his search so long as he act as her Knight. He often wondered how this would play out in the Meticulous house structure, but did not care for the details as he would have to go back to Discord if he lost his status as an heir… and that is only if they accepted him back. The safety that the Queen provided was something he hadn’t wanted to be dependant on, as it went against his training but it worked out for him better than any other options he may have had.



As the elevator stopped on the seventy ninth floor, and he and his associates stepped out, he looked out to see a large area that had remained untouched by the wars, battles, and overall ensuing chaos of the past year. Pristine floors and clean walls with no visual cracks or damage to the walls. The music echoing from the floor above led him to think this was a peaceful place. There were a multitude of instruments that the Knight could appreciate, so much so that even his wife could enjoy. She appeared in a quick whisp fading in and out of the line of site. Until she completely manifested herself, the gold aura blended in with the dark yellow of the room.


Ichiro shot her a look which she politely nodded too, she was to be seen but not heard, indicating that was summoned for a reason this time. She slipped through the walls moving to the floor above them to get a better look at where the music was coming from, women and men dressed in white transparent rags sat in front of instruments and played the instruments live. Ai smiled at visual as this floor was even more clean and pristine than the first. She went back to the seventy ninth floor and nodded to her husband indicating there were many people there. Ichiro then looked at there surroundings, and then looked to his Queen unsure of what the next step from here would be.

[marcyllenesyrox]

Belinda did not dare speak in the elevator for the first set of floors, as she stood in the front, followed by the companions she had learned to keep on her person.
Graycia, the newest knight of her court, was tucked close beside her, in which she turned and gave a reassuring smile to her before looking straight forward again. She knew Joseph and his prized assistant followed behind, but she dared pay them any attention. The aura of the elevator turned to a mixture of determination and nervousness, as they slowly ascended up to the 79th floor, getting closer and closer as the minutes passed. She finally spoke up, softly at first before speaking in a normal tone.
"As some of you may know, Professor Voth was taken from his home weeks ago. I had some of my men hunt down his location, and the tracks has lead us here. I want to get in, retrieve him, and leave. If there must be a confrontation, then so be it. But I do not want there to be bloodshed, if possible."
When reaching the destination, the elevator jolted to a stop, bouncing lower before evening out on the doorway. Belinda inhaled a deep breath as the doors opened, pausing and looking back at the group before walking into the humid room, setting her hand against her hip.
She glanced at Ichiro, before stepping forward, signaling the rest to stand behind her.
"My name is Belinda au Maelstrom, the Queen. I do not know the circumstances on which you took Professor Voth, but I wish to retrieve him. May we have some words?" She paused, listening for the sounds of life on this floor.

[Bezyle]

The sound of slow footsteps echoed from a dark corridor of the area where light didn’t reach. Time would have felt like it stood still each clack of a shoe hitting marble waxed floors. The steps abruptly stopped, the sound of someone exhaling for a moment then the footsteps continued as first appeared a hand, then appeared a stump of where a hand used to be. A man in a white dress shirt and black tie stepped out from the shadows “Belinda… is that you…. It's been awhile… good to see you…” The man spoke softly unable to take the half cocked grin off his face. He had not been expecting visitors at all.


Upon further inspection one could see that he had red stains on his untucked white shirt, and his hand was bloody as well. He initially was reaching out as if to embrace for a hug but as he saw his uninvited guests reaction to him stepping out looking at his own hand not realizing that he was filthy at the moment he put his hand down. He looked over Belinda’s shoulders and realized that she wasn’t alone. “So whats all this then, you could've called and I would have gladly explained the situation” He held out his hand to hers wishful that she would take it.

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As Hewitt try to convince Eo to let him go, “Don’t call me little… I ate a man once… I’ll eat you too if you keep trying to boss me around” She scowled at him, cheeks puffed out as she pouted, one of her pet peeves being that she didn’t like being called little. Her master had constantly been reminding her that she was a big girl now, so for someone who didn’t know her all the well to call her little was an insult of the highest caliber. She opened her mouth for a moment, rolling back her own tongue so that she could gag on it, the moment she did a small quick shot of fire rolled out of her mouth. It was a warning to him more then anything. In her mind all men wanted the same thing, it's all they ever asked her for, besides her master. So when it came to Hewitt trying to talk to her it really got her riled up.

Fiscel quickly jumped up, and smacked her hand away, “Don’t pet don’t want your pervy powers leaking out again!” She snarled and quickly got up, all of her activity had made her hungry. She patted her stomach, lifting up her dress to reveal light brown skin. She rubbed her stomach in circles and nodded, “I am definitely hungry… are you hungry Mr, I am sorry about my behavior… and I would really appreciate it if you kept it between us... do you want anything to eat how about I give you a food and you don't say anything” Her voice was soft, but conniving a child that didn’t want her father figure to know that she was a bit promiscuous. She walked over to him grabbing at his shirt wishing and longing for more, the effects were wearing off now she didn't have to struggle to keep her head as much. She was relatively satisfied considering as a virgin she couldn’t know much about the art anyway but there were parts of her that wished and wished, this was exactly the kind of trouble that granted Minerva the feat she had, lucky for fiscel she developed hers before she discovered these unfamiliar urges. “I can have one of the chefs make you something… anything you want really” She blushed, a smile lingered as she leaned on his chair waiting for him to respond.


Minerva continued to sit where Fiscel had originally been laying down, her curse had caused her to miss out on a lot of moments with her sisters, common things like physical contact to comfort one another was often forbidden to her, and whenever she realized things like this it often put a damper on her overall mood. She pulled her knees to her chest as she sat down and fell over to her side. She hadn’t been crying but a sad expression remained on her face. A Mixture of childish rebellion and an aching heart.

[Hewitt Au Voth]

All of time seemed to slow. it was a feeling Hewitt was well acquainted with. Everything in the area seems to just drive down to a screeching halt.  He could smell the smallest of smells, and hear the tiniest of sounds. Most importantly he could see everything as if it was moving extremely slowly and process that information to make guesses and calculations. In this particular case he could see Eo's tongue roll back inside her mouth. An...a spark then a rawr of flames seemed to get triggered inside her mouth heading in his direction. The direction of her head...the position of her eyes,all suggested a her flames would miss. A bad shot? no she was under orders to not harm him directly this was a warning shot. A show of power as retaliation for a comment that displeased her. 

Time seems to start to speed up again as Hewitt smiled grabbing for his tea cup and placing it right above the flame. Heating the bottom of the cup bring his tea to a boil. The movement was swift. His chair leaning slightly back all to ensure not even the most tiny stray flame would catch him. He looked relaxed as if this was all planned and he simply needed some hot tea. " Ahh...Thank you Eo, i was starting to feel my tea was getting a little cold." He Sipped his, "Ahh" He placed his tea down. " A little too hot should have blew it first." 

He smiled at Eo, the smile of an older man who was in no way intimidated by a child, and simply found her amusing and cute. his attention then swerved to Temero. "Thank you young man, the warning is much appreciated. " 

Hewitt heard the smacking of a hand and looked over at the two slaves speaking. He watched as Fiscal approached him. " am rather famished, and could do with some food." He tried to gently push Fiscal away from being so close to him. In a way that seems more endearing and gentle rather than forceful. "If your chef has any rabbit, please have him center a dish around that.. Also a Glass of wine would be much appreciated"

Hewitt Took a Quick look behind Fiscal. Getting a small read on the oldest of the group. He could see some of the same sadness in her eyes that his wife would get when she was hurt but he couldn't touch her. It was a look of loneliness and longing. How this information might help he knew not,  still he liked to know as much as possible of the people around him.

[ExplodingIce]

Temero was beginning to get bored. Where was his father? His girls were here with this man,but hed been waiting quite a while and hadnt seen anyone else. Perhaps... Temero sighed and placed his hand over his face. "Why did none of you tell me we were meeting on the 79th floor and not in here?"He asked the girls and pushed back his chair. "Do me a favor while youre in the kitchen. Send me down some water and a jug from the pantry. Wouldnt want any incidents tonight." Temero chuckled and left the room, heading for the stairs between floors. He didnt want to wait for the elevator and this way he could play it off as having walked up from his own rooms. 

He entered just after his father and stopped to scan the room. His father covered in blood? No surprise. A scientist with...well whatever that was. A soft looking girl with a smile,the legionairre? And the queen with two more body guards? That meant they were probably all maelstrom and they were here for? The chancellor? Did the queen not know why he was here? 

"Sorry for the late arrival father, your floors are quite the maze sometimes. I was just checking in on the girls when I caught the time." He said and took a seat at the table next to the girl with the smile. Hopefully she wasnt a big toucher. Hed hate to have to give her the antivenom before the other slave arrived.

[Aril]

Joseph recognized Bezyle and was more curious about the appearance of blood than anything else. Had he been torturing someone? How were they doing? Did they hold up? Was it for punishment? Joseph’s head tilted slightly as he asked himself most of these questions. Besides, Joseph wasn’t here to worry about The Maker, he was here to watch everyone else, like the young man who just came down. A loose resemblance made Joseph believe the two men were related which opened up his mind to more curiosity. How physically different were they? Would their skin react the same way? What about their bones? His fingers idly played near where the scalpel sat as his thoughts roamed.

Something was off between their phrases. Should it had been consensual something would’ve been mentioned to his Queen in order to avoid a situation such as this. No, this was intentional but why? No one in this place was working for something other than themselves.Well, no one who mattered in the eyes of their host’s. Which reminded him, he glanced around noting a few of those that normally accompanied this man were missing for the moment. With the relationship he perceived them all having before, he could only imagine they were with The Maker’s victim or the Chancellor, perhaps they were the same.


Joseph didn’t hide his intent as he looked around studying those around him. That boy that came from the other door, there was something about his body language that intrigued Joseph. His eyes stayed on Temero for a bit more than was comfortable, but Joseph quickly moved on. He eyeballed all of the slave present, studying them, figuring out the best and worst case scenarios. He would’ve liked to move around and figure out instead what he could’ve used in the place around him, but if his Queen had half his reasoning, he knew he needed to stay by just in case. The only motion he made after that was to move so his Doll would be in front of him, just in case.

[Doll]

When she heard the voice coming from the shadows, Doll froze for a moment, running her fingers over Joseph's sleeve before gripping it slightly. She felt the urge to instinctively protect Joseph, but she knew that there was no known threat quite yet. She watched the man across the room, moving her hand away from Joseph's arm when it twitched towards the scalpel, placed in his pockets.

She moved slightly back before feeling the familiar hands wrap around her shoulders and pull her to be in front of him. She smiled slightly, forgetting the serious demeanor she were supposed to keep when faced with a stranger, overwhelmed with happiness with even just as simple of a touch as she had received. Snapping out of her mindstate, she tensed up into a soldier-like position and stood still, staring straight ahead at the man.

[Staff]

[Due to Cosmic Ash being absent we will simply skip and proceed without, consensus is that Belinda will order her to go back downstairs and guard the elevator where she will potentially never be heard from again (We will go to retrieve her and welll we don’t know where she went)]

[Ichiro]

As the two Discord members stepped forward, from the dim shadows, the uneasy reserved chills on Ichiro’s skin grew colder. Delicate little goose bumps were tickled by the thin hairs on his arms. There was something maleficent or malign underneath the visage that was being presented, a calm look from a man who had potentially committed a crime. As per usual Ichiro would not give this man even the slightest amount of confidence or trust. His hands were at the ready, resting on the hilt of his sword. Violence and a fighting for his own life was something he was prepared to do. An initial instinct told him that whatever this man doing was something he stood against. As Belinda ordered the Onyx knight back down the elevator, Ichiro shuffled into a better position to give their party overall better coverage. He was unsure of what could happen in this space, and  and even more unsure about the details in which he could trust those who brought him here. Something else was there as well, an urge to protect them perhaps. It was drowned out by feelings of existing as a single unit, survival at all cost.

Ai, the easily interested and invincible spirit she was did not hesitate to investigate what had caused the man's hand to be bloodied. She wandered into the dark corridor and looked around, her own bright light illuminating the darkness. She looked on in horror, as a shopping cart filled to the brim with dead and dying infants. All of them had some horrid deformity or a transformation that cause them to be undesirable. One specifically had grown wings, instead of arms, the feathers however had been completely chopped off, and the child's throat slit, as its face was mashed against the steel bars of the cart. Blood was smeared all over the floor, as limbs were scattered across the floor. The sound of faint crying had disturbed one of them, who had been in the process of dying. Shaking violently the baby suddenly grew deathly silent.


Ai, instantly crumbled into fragments and the light vanished, the sight was a bit too much for the fragments that made up her apparently conscious mind. Ichiro shed a single tear, and then glared at Bezyle, becoming cognisant of what had recently transpired. He held his tongue as he couldn't do anything here, it wasn’t his place.

[marcyllenesyrox]

"Bezyle."

The Queen paused, intensely staring into the man's eyes before continuing on with her statement, letting the long pause of silence create tension in the room so thick, you could almost feel it crawl upon your skin. She smiled gently, placing a pale hand upon her cheek curling her fingers slightly, her other fingers relaxing under her elbow.

"You still look the same as before, my darling."

Her smile widened as she continuing her charade of idle talk.

"You even still dress the same!"

With the sight of such a familiar face, she was put a little more at ease. Even the sight of fresh blood contrasting with the clean cut shirt did not phase her one bit, for she was familiar with his trade all too well. Belinda turned her head slowly over to her Onyx Knight, and to comfort the rest of the group, softly purred  instructions for her newest knight. Even though it was such a familiar scenario, Belinda did not want any surprises. She asked for Graycia to wait in the elevator, on guard, in case there was a plan to attack. Responded by a nod, she watched the girl stroll out of the room and into the hallway. Redirecting her attention back to the front of the room, she watched the man, who was now accompanied by another younger-looking mister, whom looked familiar but was nameless to her.  She sighed, quickly glancing at the younger boy again before directing her attention to Bezyle, her fingers wandering up to the curls placed by her cheeks, playfully twisting them in between her forefinger and thumb like a schoolgirl.

"I didn't know we were having a party this fine evening. Say, you invited my dear chancellor, but not me? I thought you were better than that. I would have even brought you a gift! Now, I hate to be such a spoil-sport, but may I please have him back? It is quite past his bedtime."

Belinda laughed softly but maintained eye contact, dragging her fingers out of her curls to her face, slowly tapping her finger against the apple of her cheek. Her cheerful manner was not meant to let her team's guard go down, by no means, but to change the atmosphere into a more trusting one. Oh, how she would prefer killing off anything in her way? But she knew to keep the power and peace in her territory steady, she would have to play nice.
At least, for now.

[Bezyle]

Hearing his name, he leaned closer. Bezyle pressed the edge of his hand around his ear, to funnel the sound of the queen’s voice into his mind. The blood smeared, as strands of it stuck to his fingers, and face. Droplets of it trickled to the floor with each movement. While her side of the room was full of tension and intensity, Bezyle’s had let off an aura of alert and sharp wit, which would have offset most. “You will have to forgive me… I am a little hard of hearing at the moment due to all of the screaming…” 

He was then met with a more sweet voice, something that appeared bright and almost innocent, albeit the god lord knew what rested behind those ambiances. As fabricators always made the finest vows. “And You look just as fabulous my lady” A subtle grin and narrow eyes darted back at her. He took a few more steps as a show of trust and so he could hear her better, and slung the blood from his hand onto the floor to better clean his hands. His fist remained clenched from that point forward. “Well when you dress for business it tends to stay with you, your wardrobe continues to do your body justice... come to light up the darkness with your presence? Or did you come because there was some light that we needed to snuff out?” He complimented her, something he did often in the face of people he personally felt were his greatest customers, then he questioned her once more. 

As the queen explained the situation of her missing chancellor, he raised his right eyebrow. “Your Chancellor… do you mean to tell me that the man I bagged and hoisted up eighty floors was your chancellor, I suppose its good thing I didn’t kill him” He grinned, point his finger upwards. “Well this is certainly graceless of me… I guess, why don’t you come in, and we sit down and have a little conversation… after all there was something I needed from him… and well if he belongs to you then you are the person I should be talking too in truth” He turned and nodded. “Well, I suppose you want to see that he is entirely unharmed follow me please” He began to walk past Belinda calmly. He hadn't been so bold as to allow himself to make physical contact with her as he walked by but Bezyle maintained eye contact, only breaking it away when the god Lord realized he had hardly blinked. He proceeded to simply walk right in the middle of her formation, he paused to look at Doll, and then Joseph seeing the man that was behind her, he was curious for a moment, as though he had been questioning something about the two of them. He then walked back into the elevator that was behind them and turned around. His feet clicked together as he did a about face in the elevator. “He is on the floor above this one… my elites are taking care of him” His hand held the door open so that the Queen could join him, he had not bothered to look at anyone else once inside. To him, they were all her slaves, an extension of her but not worthy of his attention.

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The small girl’s left eye began to twitch irritated at having been so easily manipulated and used. Rather than retaliate she folded her arms, and violently sunk her back into the chair where she was sitting. She looked away from him, face red from embarrassment. He had bested her, and if there was one thing she knew how to do, despite how much she hated to admit when she is bested. She began to pout again and then looked back the man one last time, “You know if you wanted it to be heated up you could have just asked!” She lightly kicked his confined legs underneath the table. The pouting never actually stopped, but a barrier had been broken in its own little way. When Fiscel offered food, Eo could not help but try to compete for the stranger's attention.  She slid out of her chair, placing her feet on the ground she walked over to his cup, picking it up in both hands careful not to spill the hot liquid inside “I am going to get you a fresh cup” Eo began to walk towards the kitchen area while Fiscel listened to his inquiries about food.
 

Fiscel nodded with each word but did not take kindly to being pushed off and away. She had gotten slightly teary eyed, but nothing would allow her to cry. Once he took a moment to stare at Minerva Fiscel stole another playful kiss on his cheek. “I will get you rabbits and wine sir!” She hopped off and away from him and also began to venture towards the kitchen, to yell at the slave chefs to provide their guest with things to fill himself.  



Minerva remained, staring without a word, as to of his personal guards had left they were the only two people left. She took the approach of avoiding him in case he tried something on her while she was alone. It was technically a risky gambit allowing the two with the more mission capable feats to run off and do as they pleased, whereas a man with enough resolve could ignore her for the first fifteen or twenty minutes before the chemicals in their brain were changed entirely. “Don’t try anything… I don’t want to deal with any trouble… right?” She said as she stared him down, he seemed for the most part to be a kind and gentle man, it was unbelievable that he had business with her master at all in her eyes.

[Hewitt Au Voth]

Hewitt winced at the kick to his leg. Still his face remained at a smile as you focused on both the girls. Having Dealt with children from all backgrounds he knew this was a small breakthrough. to bad he might not be here for much longer. He could have maybe tried to recruit the flame dancer. He was sure Bezule would work something out for the right price. "Oh, but there would not have been as much fun in that Eo. It is rather dull being captive. And i am sure you are also bored just watching over me."
He watched as she walked over and took his cup to get him some new tea. An looked to fiscal and her.
"Thank you both for your hospitality, i will be sure to let Your master know of your great treatment."

He watched them both leave the room and turned his attention to Minerva. he watched as he could visibly see that she was not all too comfortable being left alone with him. He looked around the room and focused on the harp player. He stood up slowly and walked over to the harp player. "Relax My dear, I do not seek to escape or cause you any trouble. " 

He reached the harp player and smiled at her admiring her gentle strokes of the strings for a moment an then taking a peek at her sheet music. "Do you know the name of the song this girl is playing minerva?" 
"It is in fact quite a lovely song, but i feel i can make it better." He produced a feather from inside his jacket. Never being in short supply of good feathers for writing. He looked the Harp player in the eyes and gently stabbed into her shoulder with the feather. Just enough to draw some blood. "I am sure Your master would not mind if i made this song more to my liking."
He started to write on the sheet music, changing some notes and taking some notes out. Eve adding a few stanzas. 

The changes gave the music a even lighter feel. Feeling the room with a greater sense of ease and comfort. Altho in reality, it was a message played out in morse code. hidden by the beauty of the music. It played out the names of all the slaves. A brief layout of the floor he was on from his knowledge. The abilities of each slave an a small summary of his time here and everything that transpired. 

If they was rescuing him they would have to come to this floor to do so. He wanted to make sure they had all the information they needed, even if he was not at the liberty to speak freely. He was sure the at least one of the people the queen brought with her could hear the writing in the song. "See my dear, issent that a bit more lovely?"
He said as he moved away from the harp player and made his way back to his chair.

[ExplodingIce]

Temero sighed and stood. "Well, I did just get comfortable, AND came from that floor. But whatever. Lets go back and see the old man. As I recall he just ordered dinner and more tea when I left." He grumbled and sped up to walk beside his father. A slave had never showed up with the jug like he asked and he was getting a little annoyed. "Father, we may need to discipline your girls later. I made a request and it appears as though they ignored me. Quite rude to be honest considering I made a request to protect your guests." He implied, checking again to make sure all of his clothes were laid out correctly. Temero didnt want any skin to show just in case, and he straightened his gloves when he finished. "Also you may want to remind your girls to try to mind there manners around guests." Temero chuckled and turned over his shoulder to glance at the Maelstrom posse. This was only going to get more interesting the longer the night went on.

[Aril]

Joseph watched the care this boy took with his appearance, something was up with that one. Was it something to do with contact then? Half the issue with all of this is despite all of Joseph’s thoughts and research he hadn’t been able to quantify these… feats yet. Mostly due to how vastly different they were from one another. He refilled things, Ichiro created a projection, and Doll… well she was extremely useful. Joseph realized he’d be staring at Temero while his mind wandered and he casually looked away. Best to maintain some form of focus, or at least appear to.

Joseph trailed the group. To be fair, it was mildly unsettling to be led through the stairs and whatnot of a prospective enemy, but it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice. A slight rhythmic pulsing caught his attention as they moved up. Joseph found out the minor rhythmic hints. Hewitt could never do anything simple could he? Joseph began fiddling with his vials when he caught the word “fire.” The rhythm was much too slow to catch much else unfortunately, but even slightly prepared was better than not at all. “Speaking of requests,” Joseph said in his deadpan voice, “My companion and I would like a couple of glasses of water if possible. Large ones.”

[Doll]

Even though she did not let her eyes leave Joseph, she was aware of the scene going on before her. The thoughts of it all being some sort of plan to ambush them danced around her head, never being dismissed by her other usual thoughts, so she tightened her grip onto Joseph's jacket pocket, curling her fingers inside, letting them brush onto the weapons that were hidden shyly in the lining. She knew that if it was truly an ambush, she would use her life to save her savior. If she didn’t live up to that, she would be no use to him at all.

She looked up at his eyes, noticing they were placed upon the young man in the front. She glanced at him, pursing her lips out of habit, scanning for any threatening poses, or even the slight outline of a weapon easily able to be drawn. She linked her other arm to Joseph’s, holding onto him as they walked behind the group, occasionally glancing up at him, but then always keeping them to a minimum before staring at the floor as she moved.

[Ichiro]

[Skipping Ichiro, waiting for Belinda to give orders as to how we gonna break up the struggle of this topic. Suggestions to everyone are Joseph/Belinda go up with Bez. Doll/Temero/Ichiro (I imagine hilariously awkward meeting or it will get relatively violent...) Discuss amongst yourselves how you want to do things I just want to break things down... Temero use your own slaves mine are busy XP]

[marcyllenesyrox]

Belinda tucked a spare strand of hair behind her ear, letting her fingers linger on the space before dropping both hands to her side, letting them relax on the side of her hips, gently caressing the silk-like material that hugged her body. She had been avoiding meeting up with this man for quite a while, but being in the situation now, she was having second thoughts on why she had in the first place. It seemed.. normal to her like nothing had ever happened. But the idea of being in a room with him, potentially alone? It felt like a trap.
She let a sigh leave her lips, quiet but not muted, as he walked past, a shiver creeping down her spine, a familiar feeling yet so different.

“You never did pay attention to detail, did you? Ah, you are the same.”

She shook her head in a joking manner, trying to keep the air as friendly as it could be in a situation like this, and to hide the discomfort that was forming in her chest. She turned to her staff, commanding for them to stay where they were before looking quickly at Joseph beckoning him to follow as she turned.

"You never gave me a full reason on why you would want to take a man, as bland as he, for your own. Did you confuse him with someone else? Or are you just looking for another poor soul to recondition?"

Belinda paused, thinking over the words she was about to speak, knowing the consequence of speaking them.

"He even had my emblem on him, clear as day. Were you just that ignorant to symbolism... Or were you trying to lead me back here?"

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