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

It really didn't cross Bliss' mind to camp out at night, but after Tyuki insisted on something more down to Earth, Bliss decided not spending more money sounded fairly smart. "I don't know what igloo you slept in, but I was nice and cozy." Bliss flicked a small piece of ice out of the crevice of her eyelid. "Good thing about icy powers comes when you don't have time to take a shower. Just get some ice up, wait for it to melt, and it washes dirt off, and with a little shampoo, takes care of my hair." Flipping her hair over to keep any stray liquid from splashing on her sweatshirt, Bliss continued explaining what made her better than everyone to no one in particular. "Just get a cab and we can--" Before she could even tie her hair back she found no reason to finish her sentence. "Well then, away we go."

Touring the Italian countryside gave them long enough to sit in silence for the allotted time to grow awkward. Instead of attempting to give her companion any kind of briefing over her goals, or what she could expect, Bliss kept her nose pointed towards an illuminated screen. For the best really, because how else would Bliss pretend to understand Italian than meticulously moving through different features of the touchpad to try and set it to English and sometimes muttering something about an interesting story to keep up appearances. "Oh my god, do you have to sound like I pulled you out of a reality show; I've seen bigger." Bliss hadn't, but why ruin a good moment with anything other than Blissyness. "I'm pretty sure Heaven isn't based around the homeland of the people who killed Jesus, but I'm glad rocks on top of rocks with mortar in between is enough to make you happy."

A couple of slammed doors accompanied the duo as they made their way towards the front of the villa; it seemed the hand maiden brought luggage service. "Careful with the luggage, and when you put it in my room make sure it is placed on the bed; I don't want to have to bend down to pick it up." Leaving Tyuki behind to walk with Anna felt a little more proper since some kind of arrangements would keep her occupied. Bliss knew she wouldn't worry about it.

"This must be somewhat important if I'm getting called here--" Bliss tugged down the ends of her coat to iron out the wrinkles from the lack of proper arrangements. "I don't think I've met anyone from this organization in years, and most of them are probably off doing who knows what." Any rebuttal from Anna would simply go unnoticed as Bliss stayed focused on keeping silence from resting on their heels for too long, because trying to adjust the language settings on a touchpad would take too much attention. "How long does it take to get to an office in this place?" Time took her away and brought her back for reasons no one could really tell.

The day after the thrones meeting had ended with a resounding period of silence and contemplation, it truly was a mixed bag of responses and truth be told, the Prince wasn't entirely sure of whether he was up for it. Maybe it was the fact that he was a father-to-be and that his unborn child's safety was the priority above all else. His alleigance to Thrones was as strong as it had been the day he was officially knighted in and yet the nagging sense of doubt and the overwhelming need to protect his little family was more pressing than it have ever been before. Cilian did not sleep that night, he merely lay amongst the soft enfolds of his blankets, keeping his wife safe and warm whilst he finished what was left of his private stash of liqueur. His Queen stated that preparations were in effect if anything was to arise and the Frenchman was certain that Anna and his special little sperm were relatively safe from harm all the way out in the Italian Villa.

Fatigue and a throbbing hangover had gripped the wily prince by the time the sun poked its golden face above the horizon. Any attempt at his normal morning routine with his wife failed due to his lack of energy and concentration. The often energetic lover simply felt quite guilty for letting his grumpiness affect what would have otherwise been a fairly entertaining morning activity. Anna, who was extremely sympathetic and understanding, patiently allowed her cranky hungover husband some space in the first few hours of daylight...both had a lot on their minds and it was probably for the better that they conserved their energy. The day ahead of them was busy, especially when they had visitors attending.

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Standing at the foot of the staircase with a lopsided grin and early morning stubble, Throne's prince had quickly traded in his fatigue driven crankiness for his typical lighthearted flippancy. He did not want to be a bore for his bubbly little spouse nor did he particularly like the idea of moping around whilst handed the role of entertaining a few guests. Prior to the sudden entrance of their 'esteemed visitors' he felt a dainty hand caress the edge of his palm, bright green eyes looking up at him with warmth and subdued ebullience. "You know that I am perfectly capable of babysitting. You can always go to bed if you're tired..", Anna whispered, wiping some gunk from the corner of his eye.

"I don't know..I've heard that this Bliss lady is bit of a bitch..", Cilian smirked, clicking his tongue against roof of his mouth, raising a curious eyebrow as the little white haired lady lightly slapped his arm.

This playful facade quickly dissipated when two females strode through the door. Anna executed her maid duties well, to the point that both men awkwardly stood by with vacant smiles on their faces. It was not often Chelle's royal guard was used as a greeting party. The older woman, who maintained a look of disinterest instantly strolled past them, not even bothering to say hello. Must of been the bitch. The younger wide-eyed girl on the other hand possessed a much more enthusiastic energy to her, a big grin plastered on her face like she had just entered Disneyland for the first time. After the initial pleasantries Anna finally took her time to shove the young man in front of her. "Today you are free to explore the grounds, test out the training facilities and so on!", Anna chirped, swaying like a dancer getting ready for their fun little adventure. "I will make sure you have a fantastic time and this silly boy will make sure you don't get lost or uhh break anything hehe..", she giggled, tickling the underside of Cilian's chin before clasping the girl's hand.

"Don't let his tattoos scare you, he's a big softie!", Anna smiled, not bothering to hide the love struck glint in her bright green eyes.

"Don't listen to anything she says, she's a bit crazy and hormonal at the moment!" , the prince chimed in, clasping the petite lady around the waist before lightly tickling her. "I am Cilian Blanc, prince of thrones and Anna's...bestest friend. Pleasure to have some youngsters around!", he cheekily grinned, politely kissing Tyuki's hand before rolling his sleeves up in an attempt give his skin some breathing space. The tattoos traversing his bare arms playfully shifting and contorting into a whole series of quirky little beings, hopefully his feigned enthusiasm could last.

Robert lazily got out of bed, the happenings of yesterday still flooding his mind. For some reason, he couldn't shake it out of his head. Which was unusual because he was usually good at getting thoughts out of his head. It's what made him a great assassin, one of, if not, the best in the business. Robert pulled the covers from off of his body and stepped from off of the bed. He grabbed a zip-locked bag of sliced apples off of the drawer and took one out, it was time to feed his little companions. He walked over to his spider cage and placed a slice of an apple into it. Robert then went through the normal morning routine. After getting dressed (sans glasses), guns and tantos concealed, he went over to the cage. They finished the slice and telepathically said "Thank you." to him. They seemed to be quite satisfied. Robert smiled at them and said "Why don't you two join me?". As he said this, he placed both of his hands into the cage. They quickly jumped onto his hands and climbed up his sleeves until they reached his hair.

Robert then descended down the stairs, his light footsteps barely making an audible sound. He then went into the kitchen and had himself a bagel with coffee. A light breakfast, especially for him, but he just wasn't that hungry this morning. After finishing his coffee, he went to the back of the glorious mansion and enjoyed himself to a cigarette. He smoked it slowly, taking in his morning smoke with great pleasure. He even chatted about current events with Ajax and Alexa. After Robert finished his cigarette, he took his time to enjoy the scenery of the backyard. It was quite beautiful and let him unwind a bit.

This little revelation persisted even though he heard a car pull up in the front, it seemed that the mansion would be welcoming some guests. He didn't think anything of it, until Anna came to the back, telling him of Chelle's request. "Of course." He said. As he stood up, he then said unto Anna "You shouldn't be working so much, ya know. You should go and relax.". There was a grin upon his face. Few people knew of Anna's pregnancy and Robert was one of them. She replied "So Cilian told you, huh? Nevertheless, I'm fine. Thanks for actually caring." She said the last part a little sarcastically, as she knew of his nonchalant attitude. She then pranced off to tend to her other duties. Robert his head with a little chuckle. He was happy for his friend, it was like a big wake up call for him. Also, he was welcoming a new member to the family. He considered Cilian a brother, a brother he never had.

He was in a light-hearted mood, the cause being the remembrance of Cilian's unborn child. Robert walked to the end of the staircase, walking by a woman named Bliss, where he saw Cilian and the other guest, Tyuki, standing. It looked as if Cilian had already introduced himself. Robert greeted Cilian with a quick slap of the butt and then greeted Tyuki by saying "And I would be Robert Zimmerman, but you can call me Dylan. I'm the Bishop of Thrones and this idiot's bodyguard." Robert said with his tangy, nasally accent and charming smile. He then said while extending his arms to his sides "As you can see, the mansion is huge and there are a plethora of activities to delve yourself into. So what do you want to do?" He placed his hands back into his pockets. He was suppose to entertain her anyway.

"Lol, gravity." Bliss interjected with a straight face as she inserted the USB drive. "Take care of setting this back in English while I take a look at this." For almost an hour Bliss tried unsuccessfully to retook her tablet, and all she did was stir the ire of a particular angry looking cartoon meant to assist her in finding things. "One word, two word, good word, bad word." Looked standard enough. Anyone putting any trust in this would need to derive some kind of action from an exterior source of some sorts. "Lots of people need lots of things. This time just happens to be a little short on the spectrum of things pressing to me at the moment. Maybe if Dominus lasts for another few months and doesn't collapse under a sea of red tape and misreadings of polling demographics I'll take a look into it. I just don't see me getting involved with this and muddying my good name with politics."

"However..." Leveraging her opportunistic side against the situation, Bliss saw a light at the end of the tunnel. "It doesn't hurt to have friends in high places, and the best way to make high powered friends comes from being friends with them before they make it to high places. So, at your request I will accept your proposal to make a move to take the ambassadorship to the UN of whatever country you feel comfortable enough with getting me." Tossing the laptop on the table and placing her legs over the arm of the chair, Bliss cradled her head against her hand. "Make it somewhere tropical, but without all the ethnic cleansing. Actually, screw tropics; they all have ethnic cleansing. Get me a big country and I'll see what I can do."

With the exuberance of someone with some morals or ethics, Bliss shot out the over ambitious but doomed to fail plan, because all first drafts fail. Looking at the ceiling for help, Bliss remembered things better suited. "What if we can put someone like Dr. Cosmos in the public eye, while I drum up support for pro-meta support to try and drum up support from outside of the Presidency. I'm based out of California, and I should be able to find support within local groups to try and press the matter to the appeals court to try and bring out a divisive court preceding, sounds boring, but it brings cameras and commentary." This was sit up like a lady kind of talk. "The way I see it, you don't have any friends here, so the operative thing to do is to stir up all the noise you can to get people talking. One out of every ten people takes our side, great. Ten percent of three hundred million is thirty million, and then all you have to say is thirty million Americas are pro metahumans." Leaning forward, Bliss readjusted the bottom of her skirt to keep her from sliding along the chair. "Who can argue with thirty million Americans? Two hundred and seventy million Americans, but we don't tell anyone about them." She struck her mark and now took it for what it's worth. "That's our brand. Thirty million Americans can't be wrong. Then we get thirty million and one, and then thirty million and two, and before you know it we have enough to stage nationwide protest to pressure national leaders to put this on the Congressional floor before it can go to pass."

"I'll get some feelers out on what's going on, and put in paper work to drum up a PAC..." The lonely laptop stayed upon Chelle's desk. "I don't really need any info; you'd be surprised how little content information you need on someone to actually win an image war."

Both Cilian and Anna had to stifle a grin as their rather flat ploy of hiding their obvious love for one another failed right in front of this bubbly teenager. Nervously giggling the white haired maid tugged at Cilian's shirt, expecting him to explain. He was the man after all. "Oh well uhh..not many people know about it. So shhh it's our little secret", he whispered with an exaggerated tone to Tyuki, putting a finger to his lip before twirling round to clasp an arm around his wife's diminutive waist. "I guess that means we should reintroduce ourselves. I am prince Cilian and Anna here...well she's my wife", he said, marvelling at the beautiful woman tucked comfortably under his arm. Glancing over at his bodyguard and buddy in crime Cilian gave Dylan a wry smirk, firmly grabbing the assassin's buttocks with a tight squeeze. "Dylan just happens to be the best third wheel money could buy!", the wily French prince chuckled, completely comfortable with this bromance of theirs.

"You, my dear are here to enjoy Italy at its finest. Relax and have a good time, the Queen may just want to meet you when matters with Bliss are over", Anna chimed before grabbing the teenager's hand and leading down a well furnished corridor and into the grand dining room before giving her a polite grin. "Anywhere outside should be fine for smoking...why do you ask? Are you allergic to tobacco fumes? If so we shall avoid everywhere outside!", the petite maid squeaked, completely disregarding the teenager's actual reason for asking.

The Prince strode behind the two girls, enjoying the wonderful view of his bride's bottom all the while thinking of solutions to the current issue regarding Dominus. Should he escape with Anna before it gets too late, allow her a safe pregnancy and not leave her side? Or fight with his comrades against the fascist regime of Dominus? Such questions marinated within his mind and it was only until the little troupe wands to to the weapons room did he turn to his tobacco addicted friend with a curious gaze. "Hey Dylan..what would you think if I just happened to father a child during the upcoming months? You know...just out of curiosity and all..", he half whispered, a complacent lopsided grin on his lips as visage as he tried to make Anna's pregnancy not so obvious. Clasping a nearby scimitar off the rack on the wall he waited for his friend to answer, swinging the blade in the air..trying to release as a much emotional tension as possible.

Chelle's tall figure was relaxed within her office chair, a relaxed evening gown dressing her while her legs crossed one over the other. She let her hands lazily relax in her lap, her eyes flicking up and down Bliss while she muttered a few things and laughed about gravity, but used text speech to do so. Clearing her throat, Chelle attempted to brush off the sillyness of Bliss' tone and paid attention to her. The Maid had been stopped, the tablet being shoved toward her to fix. Timidly accepting the job, she placed herself to the left on the fainting couch, sitting upright while she started to work. Chelle gave a wave of her hand in command for the maid to actually fix the tablet. Letting Bliss ramble on about a Politician position within the UN as an Ambassador for a country was not a bad idea. The woman was smart, a bit off her rocker sometimes, at least in Chelle's opinion, but she was a very intelligent individual that had been helpful in the past, so of course now would be a good time to get ol' Blissy's opinion.

A soft chuckle passed Chelle's lips just before she butted in. "Pick a country you think you could be the Ambassador for, and I'll see what I can do. I may be a puppet master, my dear, but I'm not that good.." she smirked, the words curling out of her mouth with a sly tone masking any doubt she felt. Well, it was not really doubt; it was more.. a confusion as to why Bliss would want to be an Ambassador now of all times- the woman hated politics! And made it an adamant point, too. Silently sitting through the rest of Bliss' rambling was not boring, it was mind settling hearing her voice again; her oddly snippy logic. Smiling, creases formed around of Chelle's eyes to show a genuine expression. "Well, let's win an Image war, shall we? Do you require anything at this moment? A fresh set of clothes, perhaps? You may smell.. alright, but you smell like you slept on the ground," chuckling, she silently wondered if Tyuki Gold was having a good time.

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"Oh oh! I got cha'. Secrets safe with meee." she chimed, a skip in her step while she walked. Her lazy slip on shoes clicked against the marble hallway while she examined the architecture. She was at a loss for words with how gorgeous everything was. But not at a loss for words on a good bit of small talk! "Ahh, well, you're both beautiful people, so it's only natural you'd be married. You're cute too," she said, looking to the other man that seemed to have a spider in his hair, but it was probably her imagination. Giggling at the girl, Anna, Tyuki almost doubled over while they walked. "Don't worry. I am in no way shape or form allergic to smoke, tobacco smoke, or.. any smoke. I am allergic to grapes though." she said, making a matter of fact finger wave before shashaying her hips a bit and taking a few seconds to dance down the halls. Any guards on watch would have a hard time not watching the adorable asian girl sway around the halls.

She then peeked around of a door frame and saw, what looked like, a large open sitting area. The Living Room; a relaxed place with couches and seating arrangements for large, relaxed meetings between the Thrones' members. But, to Tyuki, it was a haven for video games. The large screen television had her drooling. She swallowed, and then her stomach growled. "Huh.. that room looks.. awesome!" she screeched, and then her phone dinged. And by phone, she meant her Talon Communicator. Grabbing for it, she pressed her thumb on the screen. It read her print and unlocked. "Holy goat nipples, Batman.. Uh, excuse me or something." she said, stepping away to listening to a few voicemails. Almost all of them were from Andrew. A few from Sean, and even one or two from Genevieve. Oh geeze.

"Tyuki? Where are you? Tyuki Gold! You better not have gotten kidnapped again! I SWEAR I WILL KILL THEM!" was the second to last message from Andrew.

"Your Communicator said you were in Italy.. I'm on my way. I'm not losing you; not when I just got you back.

Cooing, and letting all kinds of 'aws' pass her lips, she jumped up and down and looked to Cilian, Anna, and Robert. "I guess my boyfriend is on his way here." she shrugged and slid her phone into her pocket after locking it again. She was too busy trying not to spoil her mood, and ruin this fun trip for the others. "Whoa whoa whoa.. is that a.. POOL? with a DIVING BOARD?" she asked, her jaw almost dropping. It was indoors, and the water looked so inviting. "Let's do that! And then foood! What cha think?!" she said, grinning from almost ear-to-ear, her bright green eyes even brighter, if possible.

(Oh god, I posted. Sorry for skipping you, Dylan. We couldn't wait any longer. )

"I require this water getting topped off." Bliss clanged the ice cubes against the side of her glass. "And by topped off, I mean remade into a vodka zinger and a glass of pineapple juice to chase that thing like a rabbit down a hole to Wonderland." Crossing her right leg across her lap, Bliss leaned back in the chair with her hand cradling the bottom of the drink in her palm.

A nation exercising English would give her a foot up on the situation, but America looked too splintered on the issue. Splinters crack the ice a little, but they do not allow anything to fall through just yet. If she pushed herself into an ambassadorship too quickly, well, those little cracks in the ice would open like a floodgate. For now she needed to fight with the shield and the spear. "We're going at this in two ways. I've decided to take a great sacrifice to myself and become the ambassador for Japan. The second plans of operating will get us into the retinue of broadcasters to nudge, not push, the topic of metahuman issues. We portray metas in good light, and even coin a new term..." Bliss leaned forward, now freed from the burden of her glass. The top row of her teeth danced across her lower ones. "Gifted? Special? Something positive with the word 'abled' attached to the end so people know it is positive and it will help them. Anyways..." Marketing the term probably needed some focus grouping anyways, and Bliss needed to get to things less mind numbing than thinking of a criteria to grade the effectiveness of a name on. "We need to present metas in a way the average person will look and slowly begin to come around to us. One of the things bitter people will scoff at and call biased representation, because most of the time people will then look at those against us as being embittered and paint our opposition in that light. Some people are going to oppose this, but we will never win them over, so don't even worry about them."

Throwing the issue into the heat too quickly would open it up to the airwaves and push the subject into a more contested argument. She needed to keep this issue on the back burner of common conversations; nothing dividing a dinner table, but still it should be enough of a recurring theme to keep it on people's minds. "If we go too slow we give Dominus time to enact..." Bliss waved her hand in a circular fan, not reading the documents Chelle carefully laid out for her. "Whatever. But, if we go too fast we force public opinion to come out before we have numbers in our side."

"So, what are we waiting for?"

Walking out of the Italian airport terminal Andrew Pettiglio had the eyes of a broken man. He had only been back from the alternate dimension a short time, but his stay there had turned him into more than a hero, he was a survivor. He had found out Tyuki was going to Italy, but it was so abrupt. Of course there was only one man who came to mind with Tyuki missing and the only clue being Il bel paese, but he turned out to be useless. With a trashed night club in America, and a cold trail all Andrew could think of doing was go to The Boot himself, and that is exactly what he did. The world knew his identity as Andrew Pettiglio, so in his time away he had grown out his hair and beard. To him he spent 5 years in a fight for life, however to everyone else he was only gone a few months. He had moved on passed the loss of his family, but he would never forget them. As he walked to luggage claim he turned over his shoulder and gave Sean and Aaron a look. "Alright guys, we can't blow our cover at all while we here. Remember everyone still thinks i'm dead. We have the element of surprise on our side but that is about it. Remember we're on their turf, and these are their rules." The hero had A.I. ping Tyuki's last location which was outside an estate in italy about 50 miles outside of Rome. Something told Phoenix he was walking into a trap, but this was Tyuki he was talking about. He would walk into hell for her.

Andrew's thoughts raced back and forth inside his jungle of a head. Everything seemed worst case scenario, but he brought help with him. Originally his plan was to go solo, but on his way out of Talons HQ Mr.Collin demanded he and Aaron accompany him to Italy. Andrew always had a hard time saying no to Sean so he easily obliged. With one of the best enchanters and one of the strongest metas on the planet the hero felt at ease, but he hated dragging more people into his mess. While in the other dimension the good counterpart to Elena Marie had taught him a cornucopia of new fire skills, as well as combat strategy. He had truly grown from boy to man. Waving down a cab the trio made their way to the hotel one of Sean's friend's had helped book them. Once inside, they checked in, put their shit away, and were ready to head over to retrieve Tyuki.

Now Andrew new his powers would be enough, but incase of any slip-ups he pulled out the two hand-guns he had taken off Nightraven's corpse a while back. "My friends in security know my identity." Andrew said smiling and taking apart the guns to check his ammo. "Back in college... y'know before Necrodium blew it up... I had a group of buddies who knew I was Phoenix. That dude Zack at JFK airport was one of them."
With the finish of his sentence he slammed his clip back into one of the guns.
"Shall we go get that small Asian?" the hero said putting both handguns in the waistband of his jeans.

For a moment Cilian had forgotten all about the ensuing drama surrounding the metahuman population and instead found himself whisked away into another reality. One which was not tarnished by politics and war. His suited arm, slung around the dainty waist of his demure wife coiled even tighter when their rather exuberant guest hooted and hollered down the Thrones manor. This was a life he'd enjoy, a brief glimpse at what could've been; a life with his lover and a girl who eerily reminded him of his deceased younger sister. The tattoos on his body danced and swayed with every elegant stride the young man took, brief images sprouting forth from the ever-shifting inkblots that adorned his skin. His 'creations' were responding well to the sudden change in his mood, what were once ghastly images and crows turned into goldfish and beautiful women. Tyuki's elation had cleansed the smouldering paranoia that hung over the large manor, as if Dominus itself could not stop her. If only having to entertain an energised Asian teenager was all the French prince had to worry about, not about whether some shady organisation is gonna rip the unborn child out of Anna's stomach.

"She's so adorable Cilian..", Anna cooed, a warm grin on her peachy lips as she watched their young visitor scuttle down the hallways. Unlike her husband, the demure Ivory haired beauty still saw the joy in life, the simple things that kept her endorphins on a constant high like the kicks of her baby or her rewarding sex life. "You have a boyfriend? I'm sure he's a very handsome man to score a princess like yourself", Anna smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as she followed Tyuki into the indoor pool room. The indoor pool room?!

"Oh dear...", Cilian mumbled, blushing a bit as the double doors to the grand room opened wide. The ceiling shimmered with white wispy reflections from the water below, the heated pool bubbling gently as the sensors picked up their entrance into the room. Whilst the prince would have normally encouraged a guest to abuse their rather large swimming pool his amusing worries only heightened once he spotted a particular piece of skimpy nightwear dangling on the edge of a nearby chair. Yesterday morning, just as the sun was about to rise Cilian and Anna had frolicked in the crystal waters, basking in each other's passionate love...completely ignoring mess they were making. "Those panties...they're not yours are they..?", he not-so-subtly whispered in his wife's ear, giving Tyuki an awkward grin in the hopes that she wouldn't notice the little souviner from the day before.

"Honey, calm down...it's the pool I'm worrying about. I hope it's been filtered since yesterday...", Anna spoke between her teeth, eliciting an exaggerated giggle as she hesitantly followed the teenager by the poolside.

"Well how do you expect we distract little miss muffet here? I'm seeing more than just your undies in this room!" , the Frenchman panicked, laughing out loudly as if his wife has told a joke. Trick always works.

"Sweetie, I have a plan...oh and sorry about your suit"

"What do you mean suit and -", his muffled voice turned into a strangled yelp as his body was pushed into the waiting poolside, a large splash breaking the rather amusing atmosphere. Cilian Blanc, tricked by his darling wife, plunged into the wet water, suit and all. Bubbles erupted from his mouth and no sooner had his polished heels hit the bottom of the pool was he straggling to pull his body above the water, the clothes did add an uncomfortable weight. Lifting his head above the rippling liquid the prince arose to the sight of his wife, her feet in the water and a sheepish grin on her face. Oh she was playing the innocent card.

"You are the most evil of all the women I have ever met..", he theatrically huffed, splashing water at Anna. He waded his still clothed body through the water and into the awaiting arms of his cheeky lover who sat idly by the pool, her polished red toenails glistening in the clear water. Propping his arms on her knees the prince raised an eyebrow at her successful little plan. All the questionable objects scattered around the poolside had disappeared during the 'surprise attack', shemust have instantly hid then the moment Tyuki was distracted by the little prank.

"Oh shush! Now hurry up and take your shirt off, you need some exercise", she playfully giggled, already unbuttoning his top whilst Tyuki stood on with what could only be described as an amused expression. "Tyuki dear, do you have anything to swim in? I can't exactly take of your clothes like this one here", Anna simpered, brushing her hands through her husband's wet hair.

"I don't think now is the time Anna, seems like somebody's boyfriend has arrived and is currently storming our gates...", Cilian mused, tossing his shirt and shoes onto a nearby seat and raising his brow at the young guest. "...and it looks like he brought friends."

With a snap, the other maid was sent off to fetch Bliss the beverage she desired; fit with freshly squeezed pineapple juice. Chelle would be receiving a fresh glass of AB positive; warmed to a perfect ninety-eight point six degrees. The drinks arrived, and Chelle sat patiently, smirking toward Bliss with a confident gaze. While the woman rambled, Chelle allowed her eyes to flit from Bliss, to her monitor which popped up the front gates security feed. They had guests. Chuckling a bit, she turned her attention back to Bliss. "We're waiting for you to put on a skirt suit and a pair of dress shoes; get a hair cut, and stop scowling all the time. You're getting wrinkles in your forehead." she laughed a bit and rose from her seat. "Well, enjoy your beverage. There's a room, as always, prepared for your leisure. I'll send up a menu or you can tell the Chef what you'd like to eat. The pool is readily available. The security cameras show me Tyuki Gold is there along with Cilian and Anna." she announced and then swept passed Bliss to perch herself in the Throne room. This was just getting fun.

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Not caring about the water at all, Tyuki stripped down to her tank top and boy short undies. "Huh? Pshh. I can wear this!" she said, pointing at her underwear and tank top clad form. She was really adorable, and her attire honestly looked like a swimsuit. Sort of. After Cilian was pushed in, and she pointed and laughed at his soaked form, she backed up to the far wall near the deep end of the pool. She then took a dashing leap of faith and flipped once she reached the edge of the pool. Her form tumbled toward the water and splashed into its depths. Once under, everything slowed down for a few minutes and she just sunk to the bottom, her legs crossing Indian style to keep her down. She sat for a few seconds, holding her breath impressively. She then resurfaced to catch the end of Cilian's words to his pretty wife. "My boyfriend? No way! Andrew's here?!" she swam to the edge of the pool and was rearing and ready to dash to the front doors. Perhaps she could be stopped?

. o O ( Bleh, sorry for the wait again. :[ But here you goooo. )

If nothing else this bought her a few glimmering moments to replace someone with utmost incompetence with someone who could barely be counted on to tend to her friend's Farmville crops. Ice cubes circled the bottom of the glass, caught up in the quick motion of Bliss's ascension from the padded chair. Her lips smacked at the last hint of vodka, and her throat welcomed the last few gulps of the pineapple juice; she just needed to adjust her skirt against her knees and get to work. "You think I'm wearing a business suit you're out of your mind." She placed her hand against the chest of an attendant as she graced by his presence. "Get me a pant suit and good tailor and we're in business."

With her tablet back on her language of choice Bliss could get a little more work done. "A couple more years and you won't even need the language option, you know..." Bliss spoke off to herself, surrounded by attendants, but alone.

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.