Re: Power of the Throne (Invite Only!) (Sub-Purge Thread)

[Andrew]

Two security guards approached Phoenix as he neared the front door.
"Excuse me sir, this is private property. We're going to have to ask what you want."
With only seconds to think of a move, Andrew decided offense was the way to go.
In a flash, he pulled the handguns from his waist and blasted a shot into each of the guard's legs.
As one fell to the ground screaming the other stood tough and without a move.
"I want my girlfriend." Andrew smiled as fire encased his whole body. His fire was different now though.
Instead of its usual white state, it now had sparks of gold surging through it. "Now step aside or find out what i learned in the coldest dimension in existence."


The security guard on the ground called in back up as the the one standing face to face with Phoenix just smiled at him.
"You have made a big mistake." The guard said to Andrew with an Italian accent.
Phoenix just took a step back and inhaled. "It didn't have to be like this."
Before the guard could even move Andrew smashed him in the face with a ferocious haymaker.
The man was instantly down for the count.
His jaw was clearly shattered, and teeth were missing, but he had gotten between a focused Andrew and his girlfriend.


As more guards arrived on the scene, Andrew looked back at Aaron and Sean.
"Aaron, take a step back and get ready, Sean up here with me." Andrew said without taking his eyes off the group of armed men.
One of the armed men grew large and scaly, a truly disgusting power.
"Let me guess, your mom is a frog and your dad is brain dead" The hero said making a mockery of the scaled, hired gun.

Putting his handguns away, he created a large fist of fire that grabbed at a bunch of the men.
They all rolled out of the way as if it could actually pick them up.
"Idiots." Andrew laughed and he dashed at the disorientated crowd.
With a few high kicks and round houses, he made short work of most of them.
He threw a punch at one and the man's face didn't even move.
"Ah, one of those huh?"
Andrew surrounded his fist in white flame and took a second go at it.
This time the man dropped to his knees in front of Andrew.
"Much better."
Picking up the half awake man, he flung him with might through the front door.
"Cover me!" Andrew shouted as he ran into the mansion creating a wall of flames where the door once stood.
Once inside the estate he noticed there weren't any guards waiting for him.
"What kinda person guards the outside like it's the White House, but let's you roam free inside?" he wondered as he continued walking until he came to a room with a Throne.

[Arcana]

Sean didn't need to do anything, Phoenix was already way ahead of him. With a quick movement he crippled one of the guards without batting an eye, far more brutal than Sean had expected of the pyrokinetic hero. The other took a little more effort to take down, but he went down still. ” Reinforcements eh? Guess these guys just don't value their lives.” Sean muttered popping each knuckles, as he waited upon more of the damned security detail to show themselves. Aaron had taken a few steps back, being one of the physically weaker of the three home invaders.

”Do you plan on killing them?” It was the mental question that entered Sean's head, the tone holding a small amount of judgment within it. He knew Sean didn't have the moral compunctions against killing the “bad guys”.

”I do” It was a simple answer, though of course Aaron didn't show any sign of how he felt towards the near silent answer. Without wasting another second Sean moved at his nearly imperceptible speed, closing the distance between him and one of the guards in an instant. It only took two pulls of the trigger, one bullet in their stomach and the other under their ribcage, they would likely die in a matter of minutes.

Without skipping a beat, Sean was already upon another of the guards who seemed to be moving with a superhuman speed. He aimed a powerful fist at his face, the blow being diverted, as Sean quickly grabbed the hired thug by his collar and slammed his head into the ground with all of his force. There was a sickening crunch as what seemed like a pool of blood began to slow form around the head of the fallen man. All of this took place within a minute, Sean a blur among the chaos taking place.

Next came what looked like a prehensile tongue lined with spikes that would be able to pierce through his flesh in an instant, though an inches from his body, the tongue was forcibly stopped and performed a complete U-turn before being jammed into the head of the person who had sent it at Sean, killing them almost instantly. In a matter of minutes the guards had been dealt with, Phoenix and the others making their way through the front door before it was blocked off with a wall of fire.

Surprisingly there was no one else inside, which was strange considering the amount of people that had been sent to intercept them initially, though he let Andrew wonder off.Him and Aaron would continue to explore the mansion.

[Chellizard]

. o O (From this point on, it will be me and Andrew posting back and Forth. For a few posts before Cilian can make an appearance alongside of Tyuki and Bliss can make another cameo. So, sit tight and enjoy your other threads. <3 )

The inside of the Thrones manner was secured, other than the door flying off of it's hinges and landing with a heavy thud against the marble foyer floor. All of the guards that were once on duty to walk the halls had been sent to guard the vault, the elevators, and all the bedrooms housing Thrones members. Chelle walked into the room just as Andrew Pettiglio had stepped into view. She walked to the throne and planted herself on the seat. Her dress, a very deep teal, hugging her body. The wide billowing skirts of the gown puffed as she shifted to cross her long legs. Her feet were bare, and her wings were relaxed over the back of the throne. She cooed and clapped lightly when he stepped in.

"You must be my nieces boyfriend."


. o O (To keep the actions quick, and fun, and easier to keep up with, we're going to have short banter posts.)

[Andrew]

Walking around the throne room the hero felt a chill go up his spine as a presence approached from behind.
She walked nonchalantly to her royal chair as if he wasn't even in the room.
Andrew didn't take his eyes off this women for a second, and then she claimed to be Tyuki's aunt.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Tyuki never mentioned a wealthy relative in Italy with fucking wings." Andrew said condescendingly as he pulled his sword off his back, and a handgun from his waist. Clicking the safety off, he pointed the weapon at the woman's head.
"So tell me, who the hell are you, and what do you want with my girlfriend."
The room fell silent for a moment, he assumed the women was thinking of what words to say.
Removing his hood, he stared directly into the eyes of this lady, hoping she picked her next move wisely.

[Chellizard]

A Cheshire grin curled over Chelle's lips while she relaxed, her toes wiggling slightly. "Tyuki has not been informed of my existence." She almost purred while she talked, her skin becoming an inky gray while her eyes darkened from the honey brown to a burning gold. Her feathers ruffled, and with the barrel of the gun pressing to her forehead, she had to let out a chuckle. "You can shoot me now, but that would only mean more blood on your hands.." she said, the hood being pulled off to reveal Andrew Pettiglio. Chelle took in a deep, relaxed breath and exhaled just as calm. Her breath was soft, cold, and smelled of strawberries. The room was silent, save for the breathing coming from the human in front of her. He smelled sweet, but aged. Odd how he could smell older than he appeared. She chuckled yet again, however, and answered his demands. "Who am I? Well, Mister Pettiglio, I am Rochelle Felicity DiMartino-Takeiro; Queen of Thrones and you're standing on my dress." she let her wings flap lightly, her form shifting to tug the hem of her gown from under his foot.

[Andrew]

Lowering his gun, he let the woman speak. "How could she not know she had an aunt?" Andrew asked with a lot of doubt in his voice. After realizing he was standing on her dress he took a step back and then looked around the room some. "Something doesn't add up. Other than the wings, I see no similarities between you too. Also in the other dimension, I never saw you once when I looked over."
Andrew was wondering where exactly Tyuki was, and also how Sean was doing outside.
The armed men were...well weaklings to say the least. "Also, you should really invest in some better 'protection', those guys more or less let me walk in here."
The hero was trying to see if he could push this woman's buttons. If she lost her cool, maybe she would slip up.
His weapon was down, but he still had his finger on the trigger should she decide to make a sudden movement.

[Chellizard]

Once the gun was off of her forehead, she stood up to her full five feet eleven inch height and sighed in a relaxed fashion. "She doesn't know because I didn't even know.. not until I felt her come to maturity.." she said, batting her lashes in the most nonchalant of ways. What Chelle meant was the moment Tyuki gained her wings. Well, earned her wings. It was like a rush had washed over Chelle, and she was in the middle of a lazy afternoon cat nap. Licking her tongue over her now pronounced fangs, she rose her left brow toward Andrew curiously. "If I did not want you breaching my gates, you wouldn't, Mr Pettiglio." she said, and took the opportunity to walk around of him. "Do me a favor and turn around for me. I'd like a better look at you." she said, calm as can be. Licking her lips yet again, she let a soft chuckle rise in her throat. She was watching his every move. His tense grip on the gun, to the way he glanced around of the room. The flash of worry when he glanced to the doors, looking for Sean. Chelle had sent a couple of maids to escort Sean and Aaron to the kitchen for some food, and then to the pool to meet with Tyuki. But Andrew did not know that.

[Twinkletoes]

A strained sigh escaped the drenched prince's lips as his eyes shivered with inky blackness, he was watching the young intruders through a portrait hung on the grand hallway, the dead eyes of the ancient painting flaring with life as the French scoundrel observed the little scuffle in the frontal chamber. His mind was pre-occupied with the sword wielding metas that he did not notice Anna's dainty hands combing through his hair, he was in a an unbreakable trance. The stress that accumulated over the past few days was too much to bare and now his home was getting ransacked by two overly dramatic idiots! The simmering frustration that he was holding back now bubbled with a silent intensity to the point that his tattoos buzzed with erratic life. their churning incomprehensible forms swelling with Cilian's rising emotions. No one was going to break into his house and harm his wife, absolutely no one.

"Merde.." , Cilian uttered in a hushed voice, his honeyed voice laced with annoyance and apprehension as he refocused on the beautiful woman whose armed were entwined around his neck.

"I know that look. Cilian, there's no need to fuss. I'm sure Chelle has worked everything out", Anna whispered gently, curling her pale dainty hands around his cheeks as she leaned her head in till their foreheads touched. "No one is going to hurt our baby." A soft kiss was placed on the tip of his nose as her sweet words melted into his ears, hoping to calm the storm that raged within his lean figure.

"I'm not going to take any chances okay. I'm just gonna see if...", his voice trailed off, his gaze breaking away from his wife's as his mind was once more focused on the metas who had ruined his day with their inconvenient fighting.

"Don't make too much of a mess...", Anna sighed, propping her hands on her husband's shoulders as he returned to his trance, part of his would manifesting in the room where Sean and Phoenix stood.

***
The churning mass of ink twisted and contorted in the portrait, the face of the old lady within the painting slowly shifting into that of a more handsome young man, his features vague due to the quivering mass of black liquid that was yet to take any definite form. A few seconds and the portrait began to leak with the squirming black liquid, hovering off the canvas like some ghostly spectre. The silent liquid sputtered and squirmed as it began to take shape, a shapeless tendril assumed a suited arm; a shadowy blob becoming a smirking face as the rest of the contorting liquid took the shape of the dashing French prince. A creature in exact likeness, a perfect doppelgänger; albeit one which required no oxygen and was completely composed of ink. This clone was Cilian, granted with the maverick's soul to act as a liaison between the real man and these unfortunate invaders.

"You know, this was highly disrespectful of you to barge into our house. The government is calling for your detention and here you are playing like children", the clone lectured, crossing its arms as its feet somehow glided atop the grand Persian rug. He was like a genie, his form was present but not exactly tangible, a cranky spectre whose familiar French voice dripped with a unusual echo.

"So what do you two have to say for yourselves? Threatening my queen and the safety of my wife and child, such insolence makes my head hurt...and this isn't even my real head!"

[Dylan]

Robert decided to pull away from the fray shortly after introducing himself to Tyuki, he would let Cilian take care of amusing her. He was friendlier than him anyway and would be the best host. Plus, Chelle had personally asked him to prepare for some other visitors. She knew that bring Tyuki here might lead to some trouble. He would apologize to Cilian later for not being able to respond to his statement about potentially being a father, as that was actually pretty rude of him. He was proud of him though and couldn't wait to meet the child, though he didn't expect to become a father anytime soon. He would have to wait a couple of years to settle down before that.

Seeking solace in the security room under the mansion, Robert sat back in a rolling chair watching every all of the monitors, particularly focusing on the monitors on the gate. He wasn't alone though, there was another security officer in the room. As soon as the three "visitors" approached the gate, he immediately sat up and said to himself "So, there IS going to be trouble." He got on the computer and started running the face recognition software, scanning each face. They could afford the best software, so disguises didn't really help any intruder, even Phoenix who had seemed to grow out his hair. He pulled up the basic files on them, which contained their real identities, some general information on their powers, and trivial information. He was suppose to let them in, but he wouldn't make it that easy. Two of the guards approached them, asking for their information. Robert decided to call in some reinforcements, they were just minor pawns, but each had their own special attributes.

Phoenix then proceeded to shoot both of the guard's in the legs, taking the resilient one out with a punch. He didn't know he was one to use guns, this actually surprised him. The reinforcements eventually showed up, but they were no match for the Talons. They burst through the doors through a wall of Phoenix's white flames. How annoying, was burning the door really necessary? Robert stood up from the chair and said while picking up his swords and guns "I guess I better go greet our little friends." The security room was underground in a maze full of escape routes that Dylan had installed for extra security. Each route could go to every room in the house and ten different places outside of the gate and he knew everyone by memory. He exited the room with his katanas on his back and tantos in his jacket along with his guns.

There was a monitor in his hands and he was wearing an earpiece, so he knew what was going on at all times. He listened as Phoenix and Chelle spoke, he was here to retrieve Tyuki, his girlfriend. Meanwhile, a clone of Cilian had appeared in the hallway and he didn't seem too happy. It wasn't often that you saw him angered like this, but he was being protective because of his wife and unborn child. Eventually, he approached the entrance to the Throne Room. He took the earpiece out and put the monitor in his jacket. He climbed up the cold metal ladder and said to Ajax and Alexa "I may need your help, so be prepared to help me." Alexa responded telepathically, we're always prepared to help you, Robert." He smiled. The door was right behind the Throne, so he pushed himself through. He was sly and couldn't be heard, the only one who knew of his presence was Chelle and that's only because she could smell him.

A skinny, short, suited figure with drowsy eyes and messy curly hair appeared from behind the throne. He pulled out both his katanas from their sheaths on his back. The sound of the metal scratching the wood rang in the air for a bit, as he kept one katana to his side and the other was pointed toward Phoenix. "Now, I suggest you put that gun down before this gets messy, Mr. Pettiglio." he said with that mid-western accent, his blue eyes piercing into Phoenix's. "Think about it: wasn't it a little too easy getting in here? Didn't you wonder why there was no security in the mansion? If she really wanted to stop you, she would have sent out her heavy hitters, but she didn't. Did you burn too many brain molecules to think clearly?" Robert sighed as he finished all of this. He then said "Oh yeah, you're paying for that door. Next time just knock." The kid had spunk, but he had to learn to stop emotion from clouding his judgement.

[Arcana]

”You sure it was such a smart choice leaving Andrew alone?” Aaron asked quizzically as they went about exploring the large mansion that they had stormed for the sole reason of finding Andrews beloved, though why she would be here was beyond Sean really. It may have not been so smart to stop and take what they liked from the large kitchen, but Sean was hungry afterall.

”He can handle himself, if he can't then its his fault.” Sean said simply. While he didn't really want Andrew getting himself killed, if the man could not handle himself, Sean was unsure if he could take whatever it was that could kill the great hero. The two would continue their exploration of the great mansion, Aaron not really interested in doing so, saying that he had more important things than walking around. Sure it was kind of them to feed the two earlier, but Aaron would take advantage of the fact that they assumed the two to be Thrones members, allowing an almost unabriged access to the building as long as they avoided the real members.

”If you haven't felt it already there is a very strange energy signature pulsating through this place, Its dark, malevolent almost.” Sean could feel what he was talking about, but not as keenly most likely, Aaron had a feel for these kinds of things, while he was not as good at it. So acting upon the blondes intuition, they followed the strange energy signature, Sean choosing to follow Aarons advice and not kill anyone else, until he was left with no other choice at any rate.

After around a few minutes of searching they found themselves at what looked like a rather ornate door, Sean making his way towards it first, the energy seeming to resonate with something inside him deeply, a force that seemed to permeate his entire being. ”I think we found it.” Sean said pushing the door slowly open, until at last it swung ajar upon its own accord. Beyond the threshold was a strange looking room, a few books within it as well as a jeweled necklace upon a pedestal.

”Sean I don't like the look of this.” Aaron said a tone of wariness in his voice. Sean of course wouldn't listen to to him, choosing to go closer to the strange looking jewelry as if something were drawing him towards it. The blonde couldn't really stop him, even if he wanted to, unless he could kill Sean and that wasn't going to happen. Each step brought him closer tot he strange object until he was only a few steps away and then he reached out for it, laying a single hand upon it.

In an instant what felt like an infinite amount of power flooded through his entire body, something that seemed to blot out all thought and even his own self awareness. Such was the power, and with it came a store of knowledge that faded away as soon as it came to him. It tore through him within seconds and left a deep burning sensation, one that made him feel stronger and there was what could only be called a sudden realization to come along with it.

”Sean.....” The blonde was for the most part stunned, Sean looked down at the hand that had touched the jewel, what looked like winding tattoos adorned his pale flesh, and went from that area all the way to his chest and wound its way up around his neck and top the left side of his face. The strange symbol had formed all across his body, pulsing from a jet black to a dull red as if brimming with power.

”What the hell?” He wondered as what looked like a black bolt of energy seemed to crackle from his hand before dissipating. A primal power coursed through him that even seemed to seep from him and spill out around him, as if anything that were even marginally sensitive to it would feel it.

”Well, this was...unexpected.” Yes, yes it was.

[Andrew]

"It's been a long time since I didn't know what to do." Andrew Pettiglio thought to himself.
There were many options he could take. However, he refused to take and option that would leave anyone dead.
His rage boiled inside of him like a cauldron of hatred over the sun. The boy needed to keep his head collected though. There was certainly going to be a fight, but how would it begin?
Phoenix had his back against the wall. In front of him was clearly the leader of this place, and one of her goons approached him from the side of the throne. With not much time to think, and only Tyuki on his mind, the hero uttered three words with a smirk. "Let's dance cunt." He spun to the side and made a wall of fire from ceiling to floor. Next, he blasted the wall at the duel katana wielder. Quickly our hero spun back around and threw a fist covered in fire towards the mid section of Chelle.
"You expect me to believe a word you people are saying?" The Phoenix questioned.
He did a back handspring expecting the swordsman to now be attacking again and blasted a wave of fire once more his way.


During the handspring, he looked above him and blasted some fire into the ceiling, causing some chunk to fall. Upon landing, Phoenix caught two large ones. He ignited them and tossed one at Chelle and the other at Dylan.
Directly after releasing the objects, Andrew pulled his Sword of Eternal Flames off his back and channeled fire through it. A serious look crept across the face of Andrew, as his grip tightened and swung a few times, letting slashes of fire project off the weapon.

"I'm not so bad myself with blades, as a matter of fact, it's my weapon of choice." Andrew spoke towards Dylan.
After a few slashes his way, Phoenix leaped back to where he could see both enemies in his line of site.
"These pussies won't stand a chance if I go all out." the hero thought to himself. Of course, this was underestimating on his part.
He took a deep breath, and set his whole body on fire, his ultimate defense was ready for anything the two could throw his way.
"I'd expect more from Tyuki's 'reletive'" Andrew spoke condescendingly.

[Chellizard]

Half lidded eyes watched the boy while he hesitated a moment. She watched the panic fill within his eyes, mixing with the anger, and hatred. So much hatred, and all so misdirected. Calmly, and with a genuine smile, Chelle rose her hand toward Robert. "My dear, sweet, Bishop." she cooed in his direction, her eyes flicking for, just a moment, his way. Her wings ruffled gently, then settled against her back. "It's quite alright, Blades," she said, calling Robert by his title. After all, he was the Adept of Blades. Chelle had not even bothered to put up defense around of the manor today. Most of the security entrances and exits were completely open for anyone to wander around of the manor. Well, save for the underground area that no one knew about, save for existing members. The seconds ticked by before Mister Pettiglio, the Phoenix, decided to react.

"It's been a long time since anyone has dared to call me such a word," she said, her voice becoming dark, sinister. She cleared her throat, however, and her wings sprang open while her skin grayed over. She was very upset, needless to say, but she would keep her head level to make this situation calm down faster. The moment Phoenix erected a wall of flame, the extinguish system was alerted. The boy was fast, however, and made moves on Robert and Chelle, throwing two bits of the ceiling he had knocked down at her. The pain that raced through her was emotional, not physical when the large piece slammed into her. She was a bit scorched by the flame, but she brushed it off, masking her physical pain with narrowed eyes and a Cheshire grin.

"Hold your breath, boys!" she instructed, a loud alarm ringing out to signal the fire extinguishing system had engaged.

All of the oxygen was being sucked out of the Throne room, and all of the doors, vents, and any crack or crevice was blocked off. The need for oxygen was not one that Chelle had, but it was one that Robert had, and she would have to override this system to keep him alive. She moved, with all the speed she had, to a picture on the wall. She snatched it off and pressed her hand to the palm scanner. The flames had been flickering out due to lack of Oxygen, and it was sure to knock both boys on their asses without any air to fill their lungs.

Once the system was over rode, she let her hand lift up and smiled toward them both. The flames were now more than likely a flicker of dim light dancing across the marble floor. Seeing as their creator had just gone a decent bit without oxygen. Chuckling, she snapped her fingers. An oxygen tank was rolled into the room and an adorable maid, not Anna, was prancing into view. Soft golden hair flowing around of her face while bright green eyes bashfully glanced at the two men. Chelle stepped toward Phoenix and squatted down, her wings arching and opening up to help her keep her balance. "You cause too much damage; and that's not good when you're operating while damaged." she said, extending her hand. A sign of respect, from her, at least. Her skin was no longer gray, and burn marks across her arms and chest were already healing; the slow regrowth, though, would take up to thirty or so minutes.

The same maid presented a small phone, and Chelle lifted it and pressed a single button. "Cilian, my dear sweet Prince, do bring me Tyuki. I'm sure she'd love to see her boyfriend." But Chelle had asked for Tyuki too late; the small Asian wrenched open the doors to the Throne room and stepped inside, water dripping down her whole form. "Andrew! What the heck?!"

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Tyuki got up the moment Cilian stopped talking, and against Anna's wishes, made her way toward the Throne room. The alarms were loudest there, and it intrigued her. She ran the short distance and came to a set of large doors that prevented her from entering. She rammed her shoulder against it, and then tried the knob over and over again. She then pulled backward and it started to give way. She wrenched and the doors flung open. She let her eyes sweep over the room, seeing the damage and this sent a bit of anger down her own spine. "Andrew! What the heck?!" she started, frowning toward him. She then looked to Chelle with a slack jaw. "You.. have wings! Oh my gosh!" she said, and then her own wings spread out behind of her. She spun around in a circle and did a little dance. The puddle of water that had formed underneath of her sent her slipping, but her wings pumped and brought her up into the air instinctively. She squealed and spread out her arms before tumbling to the ground. "I was flying!" she laughed and shook her head.

"But oh my gosh! Andrew! How could you be so rude!? We're guests, geeze!" she crossed her arms, the tank top and boyshort combo probably not the best thing to walk out in. Her short form was adorably sexy, but that wasn't even the best part. Tyuki's hair had become white, her eyes, too, and her healing aura was spreading throughout the room, gently enveloping everything while she just went on and on about how rude Andrew was being, and about how awesome this place is! She then caught herself mid sentence and looked to her hands. "Oopsies!" she exclaimed and the healing aura, after healing Chelle's burns, retracted back and a black haired, green eyed Tyuki was left standing with a dopey smile on her face.

"Soo..." she coughed and rocked on her heels. "Anyone hungry?"

[Twinkletoes]

Cilian's frustration was peaking the instance his mind had linked to the portraits in the great hallway, his phantom figure temporarily hovering and swishing about as he eagerly searched for the intruders he was so convinced were there. Whilst the real prince sat by the pool with his head resting in the arms of his lover the clone did all the searching, a constant scowl etched on its handsome face. The young intruders had disappeared before he could properly address their blatant stupidity, his seething monologue from earlier penetrating empty air. The clone sighed, not that it needed to, it required no oxygen but the gesture was enough to communicate his obvious frustration. If this was going to turn into a game of cat and mouse then the tattooed gentleman was more than likely to simply return his attention back to the fiancé that held him in the pool room, she was his number one priority.

Taking another glance around the grand hallway the dapper doppelgänger of the French prince closed its eyes and instantly evaporated into a shimmering black fog, the ink returning to their rightful places on the walls surrounding him. Portraits regained their identities and were once more the grand works of art they had been before the prince had stolen their faces, the hallway was clear.

***

"You see, I told you there was no problem", Anna's sing song voice gently chimed, her slander pale arms coiled around the Prince's neck as she soothingly helped him regain full consciousness. The ivory haired maiden was far more relaxed than her handsome husband-to-be, the hormones lulling her into a rather comfortable enlightenment with her surroundings. "You need to stop worrying, no one is gonna hurt me or bub", Anna smiled reassuringly, placing one kiss after another on her husband's lips, she was certain Tyuki wouldn't mind the overwhelmingly romantic displays of affection between the two.

"Anna, you're making me appear like some overprotective paranoid mental patient..." , Cilian mumbled, gripping the dainty female's thighs as he pushed himself up and out of the pool.

"Well you're my overprotective paranoid mental patient and I wouldn't have it any other way. Now maybe we should get changed and you know...freshen up a bit", the adorable maiden cooed, brushing a strand of wet hair out of Cilian's face and behind his ear before linking her arm around his and glancing back at Tyuki. "Oh and Tyuki dear, I just got a message from one of my co-workers, your aunty requires your presence in the throne room", Anna smiled, directing the teenager to said location even before Cilian got the call from Chelle. The help here were highly effecient and their communication speed was exceedingly impressive, so much so that the prince had to awkwardly hang up on his queen after telling her Tyuki had already departed their presence.

"I'm sure Robbie will take care of everything from now on. What I need right now is a cappuccino, a bath and maybe some hot love making in the middle and then a nap!", Cilian decreed, a little smirk finding its way around the scowl that had been his preferred expression for the past two hours.

"I won't make you a cappuccino...but I can assist you with the rest", Anna coyly simpered, inching ever more closely to her lover as they strolled back to their bedroom. The couple, although wet and rather disheveled were so tightly wound in love that no foul mood or smell of chlorine was going to get in the way, they were happy with their lives and knew that not even Dominus would be able to halt their steamy affection for one another.

(Exit the prince and his princess)

[Dylan]

"My Queen." said Robert with a slight nod in her direction. She had called him "Blades", this was his title, but he had never heard her utter those words before. She seemed calm, even more calm than Robert, while their guest was the complete opposite. The rage was still present in his eyes. Phoenix was definitely outmatched, but he wasn't ready to concede defeat. It's like Robert's words didn't even scratch the surface of his frontal lobe; the part of the brain that controls reasoning. He could tell that Phoenix was preparing for an attack, so Robert pulled the other katana from his side and got into a fighting position. Robert's mind and body were alert, his eyes still piercing into Phoenix's. Then Phoenix made his first move, but not before saying something that made Robert raise his eyebrow.

He called Chelle a cunt and then made a wall of his famous white fire, blasting it towards Robert. Little did Phoenix know, his attack would jump start the high-powered fire extinguishing system. The water rained down from the ceiling, completely soaking the entire Throne Room, including Robert. The water weakened the fire enough for Robert to withstand its heat. He jumped towards the fire in a spinning motion, holding his katanas out in front of him. He looked like a human drill. He got through the fire unscathed thanks to his spinning motion and the water on his body/clothes to make him fire resistant for a short period of time.

Landing on his feet, he looked at Phoenix who blasted some fire towards the ceiling while doing a back handspring. When would the destruction of the mansion end? He had destroyed the floor of one of the lounges. He caught two of the bigger chunks, covered them in fire and threw one of each towards Chelle and Robert. Robert ran towards the chunk, then using his momentum and the wet floor, he slid underneath it. Robert was now even more wet than before, but this didn't bother him at all. Immediately standing up, he stared at Phoenix who had now brought out his diamond and scale covered katana. He covered it in flames and started slashing it towards Robert. Robert started running towards him, dodging the slashes with fire with ease, creating his own route towards Phoenix. "You should really work on your swordsmanship because you're not even close to my level." he said while closing the distance between the two.

Thanks to his speed, he was able to close the distance in a short period of time. Phoenix had now cloaked himself in fire and Robert was just about to make his first attack, which would have been a slash towards Phoenix's abdomen. Chelle then screamed out for them to hold their breaths and without thinking twice, he and his spiders immediately held their breath. The oxygen was being sucked from the room, she was prepared for everything and this was no exception. Not even Phoenix's fire couldn't withstand the lack of oxygen, basically becoming as weak as a candle's flame. Chelle than turned the system off, returning oxygen to the room. An oxygen tank rolled into the room and Robert began breathing again. He never knew how much he appreciated oxygen until this moment. Chelle came over, spoke to Phoenix and then called for Tyuki, who suddenly came through the doors.

She was appalled at Phoenix's behavior and in awe at Chelle's winged form. He could feel her healing aura, though it didn't really affect him. Alexa, one of his spiders telepathically said towards Robert "And here I was thinking I was special.". Robert cracked a little smile and put his katanas back in their sheaths, as they weren't needed at the moment. He shook his head, trying to dry out his hair as much as possible without a towel. "I'm actually really hungry." Robert said nonchalantly. "And oh, flame boy you're paying for the door AND the ceiling." Robert then looked around the room and then said in a suspicious tone, his entire demeanor changing "Wait... where are the other two?"

[Arcana]

”So what could this mean exactly? Did I get some sort of mystical, bullshit power up or something, because I definatly feel different.” Sean wondered marveling at the tattoos as they walked down the hallway of the mansion, flattening a few strands of his hair down with a hand. Aaron was doing the same, while adjusting one of the buttons on his jacket.

”Perhaps, I don't really know at this point. To tell you the truth I have never seen something to this level in...well my entire life but perhaps the elders could shed some light on this when we return to Chicago.” It was true that this development was knew to the blonde Hale, but then again he could easily find it out once he was done with this small affair. Tyuki was someone that he was sure Andrew would bring up an undue fuss about and likely bring hell down upon them.

It did not take them long to smell something burning, something that could be attributed to one person that Aaron knew of. Seemed like Andrew had started some sort of confrontation, something that he did not want to escalate any further than it likely already had. Sean was off before he could even really consider the situation, using his excellent speed to make his way to where he had last seen Phoenix heading, which was the room before they diverged paths.

Within a few seconds he had found himself in front of the door, hearing a familiar voice; the voice of Tyuki Gold, as well as a few others that he could not quite place. Peeking into the room, he saw the remnants of flames flickering about on the floor as well as Andrew surrounded by some dangerous looking individuals standing around him and then there was Tyuki. He felt a strange sensation stab through his body for the merest of moments before fading away, as if reacting to what could have been Tyukis' healing field.

”You should not run ahead Sean, not everyone is as fast as you.” Aaron muttered annoyed as he caught up to the diminutive male, somewhat winded by being forced to run after him.

”Love you too.” He answered with an impish grin.

”Now zip up your shorts, don't need anyone seeing anything they may not want to see.” Aaron stated before stepping through the door, hearing Dylans question clearly.

”Whatever.” Sean grumbled fixing the minor problem before following the blonde.

”I hope Andrew has not inconvenienced you too much Queen Chelle.”

The best way to diffuse a situation was not to appear hostile, and that was something that Aaron was keen on doing.

[Andrew]

Andrew was shook. He didn't know how to make out what just happened. One second he had the fight exactly where he wanted, the next he was looking up at Chelle. "That's one hell of a trick you got there." Andrew said looking around. "Luckily for me, I can hold my breath for quite a while."
As far as Andrew was concerned there was no more reason to fight. Putting his blade on his back, he looked at Tyuki with the most sincere 'I'm sorry' face ever. Then he looked at Chelle. A weird feeling still lurked in the depths of Phoenix's mind, however he was now willing to let this woman speak.

He then looked at Aaron and Sean, confused to see them also looking at him funny.
"I'm getting so much shit for this." Phoenix thought to himself before he crossed his arms and gave reasoning a shot.
"Can someone tell me exactly what the hell is going on here?"
He felt everyone's gaze shift off him.
"I mean, forgive me, but my girlfriend has a tendency to get...well.. kidnapped."

With the group now much more calm, Andrew felt like the damage would be less of a problem. Besides, by the looks of the place, she could afford it.
Deciding he may as well make himself comfortable while this women ran her mouth a bit, he leaned against the wall, and tilted his head a bit to show how nonchalant he was.

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