Outsiders on the Catwalk (Chelle)

by **Fiery Soul** February 28th 2015, 8:58 pm

Italy reminded Yofie of home. It sparkled with marble and stone. Waterways coursed from under the streets, dividing the cities into perfect symmetry and culminating in beautiful fountains. Within the perfect symmetry and stone carvings, Yofie almost looked to be part of the cityscape. Tourists stopped to take pictures with her in exchange for pieces of paper. Yofie knew nothing of the men whose faces adorned these sheets. They did not look splendid in anyway, but the humans she gave them to found joy as she handed them out. Perhaps the mere act of giving made these people excited, even if the gift was mere pieces of paper.

"You there!" A skinny man with a pencil mustache called out for Yofie. "What is your name?"

"My name is Yofie. I am the Seraphim of Song." The sun glared off of her brightly polished breastplate. Her fiery hair blazed with glory in the brightened day.

"Oh my god, your body and height. Do you model?"

Most humans within this world did not question her rights of paragon. For the past few days she thought this realm was without insight into truth. "I do not fashion myself a god, but I do base myself on a series of models. You too are invested in models?"

"I am greatly invested in them. Who represents you?"

"I use many, but right now Righteousness is my paragon."

"Never heard of them, but with you with them, I bet they will get big..." An idea came over the small Italian man. "Unless, have you thought of being represented by someone else? Someone more splendid?"

"Splendor? Tell me more of this splendor."

The little man started to take Yofie by the arm, before being rebuked by the taller, fiery woman. They continued through the streets, heading towards a fashion expo, before coming across another woman who caught the little fashion aficionado's attention.

by **Chellizard** February 28th 2015, 9:24 pm

"The captain has directed that all passengers are able to unfasten their seatbelts. We have landed here in the gorgeous Rome, Italy! Enjoy your stay!"

Confused, and a bit scared beyond belief, Mirshann slipped out of her seat in First Class and made her way off of the plane. She was guided by a small crowd into the terminal gate. How did she end up in Italy, you may be wondering? Well, let me take you on an adventure.

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Hours Earlier...

Mirshann was travelling with Ailill, and he insisted that she trust that Ryzo would be placed into the appropriate luggage area for their flight back to Chicago from Colombia. Being the worrywart that she is, she decided that she would and should check on Ryzo. Turns out, he was carried off to a flight for Italy. Ailill gave Miri five minutes to go and get Ryzo back. The big mistake here was actually trusting Mirshann would really get Ryzo back into her custody.

A mob of passengers for the flight to Rome all shoved Mirshann toward the gate where the ticket clerk took her pass and granted her access to the plane. She was escorted to a first class seat, and was a little happier knowing that Ryzo was on the same plane as her. Just as she was about to have an epiphany in regards to forgetting all about Ailill, the plane was already getting ready to take off. She had held fastening her seat belt and kept quiet. She had rode on a plane already before this, so it was almost routine. What with how much Ailill traveled, after all.

--

Reality sent Mirshann staggering when a rogue bike messenger whacked her, sending her into a mess on her knees. She had nothing, save for a backpack, and Ryzo. Good thing she was allowed to keep her bow in her carry on. For some weird reason, no one thought it was a dangerous weapon. It was thought to be a souvenir.

Shaking her head and groaning a bit, Mirshann collected herself and brushed off. She was wearing a daintily made warm spring green white floral printed dress. A thin ribbon laced her upper waist, and her feet were dressed in a pair of white flat dress shoes. The thin straps that held the bust of the dress up were tied in two dainty bows, and the strings cascaded down her back, getting lost among her long bright blonde hair. The messy curls were wild with personality as the sun peeked between two gorgeously hand crafted buildings.

"Mirshann, please be careful. You are alone here. I can only protect you so much in this ridiculous guise." Ryzo growled a bit, his usual large size now a miniature version of himself. Only standing at one and a half feet tall, he looked like a young mixed breed of Husky and Wolf. He no longer resembled his dire wolf like self.

"Miri is fine. Ryzo is too. We," she motioned between the two of them just as the sun glinted off of something terribly shiny. Miri lost all train of thought as she followed the glint. Down the sidewalk to her left was a woman, tall, and dressed in battle regalia. Mirshann instantly perked up, interested only scratching the surface of how she felt about this woman and her attire.

"I want..." she started, and without saying another word, she started to walk toward the woman. She finally noticed a man was walking with her, and then she stopped as well, her knees buckling together when she noticed the man catching an interest in her. Ryzo instantly flattened his ears back and a more dominating growl passed through him, his fur standing on end.

"Maybe the tiny man is her friend?" Miri said aloud, looking to Ryzo. The small excuse for a wolf huffed and lowered his center of gravity, preparing to pounce if need be.

by **Fiery Soul** February 28th 2015, 10:12 pm

Before entering the fashion expo, Yofie stopped to examine the world of celestial bodies. The world did not look pleased with the onlookers, but those taking in the spectacle all looked drunk on pleasure and condescension. "This world seems vain. This level of worship is beneath me, I should leave." Yofie turned and knocked the promoter on his back.

"Woah, woah, you can't leave yet. I just found another girl to compliment you." The little man used Yofie's sense of grace against her by standing in her way, prompting her to extend her wings in a beginning effort to fly over him. "Woah, woah, when did they put the wings on you? This Righteousness agency must have some budget, those are nice." When his fingers began to touch a fringe feather upon her wing, Yofie gazed down to him and hit him in the head with her other wing. "Oh, they move, that's..." As Yofie turned, the man followed after her with his arms extending his message. "Just say hello to her."

Yofie stepped towards the door, bringing her face to face with Miri. "You are rather tall. And oddly dressed? Are you an elf?" Yofie's knowledge of otherworldly things rang with some truth for once. "They say you are here to compliment me. Well, give me compliments."

"Ladies, ladies..." The small man pushed his way between the twin towers of women. "We need you backstage. Got your outfits all picked out and ready to go. We figured out your measurements and think we've got the best outfits before we put you on the catwalk."

"Everything you just said sounds very odd, but I shall give you once chance to show me these models you hold true to. Then, I shall have to leave you behind in search of what demons may live in this city."

"Listen, lady, if you want to find some demons, you need to wait til the after party..."

"Good. I will be prepared for this demonic partaking of darkness when it befalls me. I assume it will take place in the darkened hour? Perhaps I am becoming too well versed in darkness."

"Are you..."

Yofie pushed past the man and made his way back to the dressing room. Their dresses and outfits all laid out before them in a medium sized room with a table resting in the middle with a fruit arrangement laid out for them. Two chairs sat in front of full length mirrors with every piece of makeup the girls could need. "Vanity seems to be the only model on display here. I wonder if that is who he has hoped to turn me in to. He knew a lot of demons. I should keep an eye on him and purge him of darkness at my soonest." Yofie drew her sword and slammed it into the table, splintering the table, but leaving it in place. "You, attendant elf, help me remove my breastplate. I must accustom myself to these garments to meet with the others. We must stay on the look out for demons. Can you sense any darkness or must I tell you who in the crowd is under the influence of demonic influence?"

by **Chellizard** March 1st 2015, 12:28 am

Roughly the same time in Rome, Italy at the Fashion Expo 20XX...

The roaring engine of a lavish town car pulled up alongside the fashion expo. The vehicle screamed royalty with it's black paint job and intricate chrome finish. The kicker was the butterfly doors that opened, first on the driver side. The driver came around and opened the passenger door and held out his hand, accepting the hand that belonged to the woman he was driving. Mistress Di-Martino-Takeiro, a Multi-Billionaire whose face was on many magazines.

The woman was dressed in only the finest and latest clothing line, all hand stitched to fit every curve of her body perfectly. Elegant white fabric from the gorgeous collection of Krikor Jabotian made the darker olive toned skin of the tall Italian woman look even more radiant. She waltzed passed the small trio outside of the fashion expo and made her way inside, the slight train at the back of her gown gently hovering just over the ground. Her four inch tall heels made her already tall five feet, eleven inch tall figure tower over the girls at a surprising six feet and three inches.

Once inside, she met with a group of people also interested in the fashion expo. Many cameras flashed upon her arrival, and news reporters were stationed inside, ready to take full advantage of every star and celebrity making an appearance here tonight.

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Mirshann looked down at herself, surprised that her attire was called odd. The dress was simple, and Ailill had said it was pretty. He had said it while looking away, but Miri was sure he was being truthful. She tucked a bit of her hair behind of her pointed ears, the gauntlet on her right wrist glinting in the sunlight as she moved her arm back to her side. Shifting from her left foot to her right, the backpack hooked around both of her shoulders shifted a bit, almost tipping her off balance. She nearly did fall over when she saw the woman spread a pair of wings behind of her and hover off of the ground. She must be some goddess or something! Finally, something that Miri knew about inside this odd, odd world.

Mirshann inched away from the weird man that picked himself up after being knocked down. She was more afraid of him than the woman, and that was saying something seeing as the woman had just knocked the man down onto his ass! The woman's armor was very beautiful up close, and it made her miss her own armor. The knee high boots with metallic armor, her breastplate, the corset, her gloves, and the armor plated skirt, thigh guards, and shoulder guards. She was actually usually protected when wearing the armor, but because she was under lock with the gauntlet, she had to guise herself as a normal girl with odd pointed ears.

"And what if Miri is an elf?" she asked the woman, her brow raising. Was this woman truly not from Earth? Miri took a chance, and Ryzo whined as if everything bad that could happen was happening all at once.

"You are tall, and you dress alike to the people of my home land.." Miri started, thinking of more words she could put together in the English language. She did not fully understand all things, but she knew most things that were pertinent to the situation at hand.

"My name Mirshann, you?" she asked after a few moments of thinking.

Furrowing her brows together, Mirshann had to peel her attention away from the strange angel woman and to the man as a discussion of demons took place. She had nothing really to add. It was during this conversation that a car pulled up and a woman dressed in a really really fancy white gown actually crossed between Mirshann and Yofie, heading straight into the fashion expo.

Mirshann simply got dragged along, Ryzo dashing in behind of Miri to hide in her shadow. She had no idea what was going on until she saw the dresses in the back room. And it wasn't until Yofie slammed down her sword that she was jerked from her thoughts. She peeled out of her backpack and placed it down and then shook her head, her hands falling to rest on her hips.

"In Miri's home... Miri is a Princess! A warrior!" her eyes glowed a bright green for a few moments before the light died out and she turned to the clothes racks and looked at them. Her dress must have made her look more woodland than intended. She was then grabbed by an actual attendant, a second one grabbing Yofie as well.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?! Get dressed! NOW!" the lead designer screeched, a complete panic laced into her voice.

What did Miri get herself into?

by **Fiery Soul** March 1st 2015, 1:07 am

All of the commotion from outside flooded in as the door opened to the manager. "Yes. Which model will I..." The door closed before Yofie could receive her answer. "How discourteous. I will make sure that is rectified." Her armor would not meet the standards as it seemed. To meet up with the standards, Yofie removed her breastplate and other armor before pulling herself into a sleeveless, blue turtle neck dress that fit firmly against her torso and ruffled out into a more full dress running halfway down her thighs. She slipped a pair of white heels on to extend her height to roughly six foot two. "I believe this heel to be impractical for combat. I hope demons do not attack otherwise I will need to find new footwear."

Without any training as a model, Yofie still showed the grace of an angel, putting the other models to shame. "What is the purpose of this?" Yofie stood with her hands upon her hips at the entrance to the walk. Ralphonso pointed to the end of the stage with a look of irritation. "What I need is down there. Perhaps the shoes will be changed." Cameras snapped pictures of Yofie as she continued, but none of these people gave her paper. Nor did they look as jubilant as the people on the street.

A dark sense crept into Yofie, bringing her to a dead stop. "Miri, warrior princess. I need your help now." Yofie locked eyes with Chelle and shot her a glare. "The woman in the white dress is a demon. She must be why no one here is full of life or energy. I believe Ralphonso to also be a minion of hers." After getting the hang of those heels, Yofie found it easy to jump down from the catwalk and spark her hands into flame. "These citizens are under her spell, so we must disregard their safety for now."

In the shadows of the auditorium lurked a creature of darkness engrossed in the ongoings. While the two outsiders engaged Chelle, a smile came over the creature named Misaki Mae as she prepared the next portion of her plans.

by **Chellizard** March 1st 2015, 10:19 pm

Having been dragged a few places by Arianna Hale, Ailill's aunt, Miri was not really opposed to being dressed by other people. That and the fact that she was in fact a Princess in another world, and to her, it felt like only yesterday she was waking up to the smell of fresh breakfast and at least ten maids waiting on her hand and foot; preparing her for battle.

The gown that Miri was easily shoved into was simply gorgeous. Sleeveless, but with a swooping collar, the sheer nude shade gown hung all the way down to cover her feet. The skirts of the dress flowed around of her legs and because of the sheer, slightly transparent fabric, a lot of skin showed through. Good thing they had her put on a nude leotard to keep the mystery a mystery. Gold leaf patterns were all over the gown. The dainty leaf and flower patterns that the gold fabric formed gave a nice sight to anyone watching.

Stepping into a pair of nude high heels that brought the already tall girl to a whopping six feet and one inch, she was ushered to get into line behind of Yofie. Once the taller Angelic battle warrior was halfway down the runway, it was time for Miri to walk. Confused beyond belief as to why she had to walk down the small walkway was beyond her, and she was just not sure how she wound up in here in the first place. A worried Ryzo whined from the shadows as Mirshann made her first few steps into a modeling career she had no idea she was getting in to.

--

Finding her seat was easy enough, considering that it was marked with her name plate and she was nestled next to two empty chairs marked reserved for guests of Madame Takeiro. Next to her now sat two of her hired hands. Anna Daniels-Blanc, her right hand woman, and her newest intern, Ariella Trent. Ariella, from what Chelle could tell, was an average girl that was interested in business, fashion, and becoming Chelle's intern. The best kind of intern is the one that wants the job more than anything.

Smiling, Chelle laughed, and greeted other people. However, the longer she sat still, the more she felt her mood drop. The sudden atmosphere of the fashion expo was draining and boring. Glancing around, Chelle looked for any signs of a disturbance, but could not pinpoint anything. As soon as the girls started to do their walk, she clapped a bit half-heartedly. All the dresses being shown were ones she had already seen, and she owned a majority of them. At least the ones she liked the most. Ironically enough, the one Yofie was wearing was one she had and loved, and the one Mirshann wore was also one of her favorites from this collection.

She watched the two girl's on the catwalk, and soon met the eyes of Yofie to only receive a glare. It was only natural, really. Perhaps the girl glared because of Chelle's natural beauty and exquisite taste of fashion. Or perhaps it was the bright flashes of the camera and the glare was only a reaction. Then again, a glare that last for longer than a few moments has got to be something serious. It wasn't until the crazy model jumped down and her hands lit on fire that Chelle was actually concerned.

"Mistress Takeiro, it seems that the woman with interest in you has decided to take action. I have men waiting for your call." Anna started, quickly tapping and clicking at her smart phone.

"Oh this is going to be fun. Imagine the headlines: Italian Fashion Expo so hot, it literally caught Fire!" Chuckling deeply, Chelle rose from her chair and took a few steps back, making the space between herself and the model larger.

"What the... what is going on?" asked the not too keen intern, Ariella. The situation was only just unfolding, and Chelle was not going to blow her cover. She needed to escape and return in a better guise.

"I believe it is time for us to go. Come now my darlings," she said, the crowd swallowing her and her two guests as the majority of the people in the building started for the door. No one was about to let their precious attire get torched by the crazed model with her hands on fire!

"The car is waiting for us madame. I assume you want something in black for when you return?" Anna was dialing a few numbers, now holding two separate phones. She spoke to both lines at the same time, and still focused on her Mistress at the same time.

"Of course. And make sure Ariella gets home as well." Humming softly, Chelle made her way out to only return in a short while.

--

Miri looked to Yofie, and then rose her brows in surprise. The girl just spoke of demons. Well, a demon and a minion! Mirshann was not about to get wrapped up into something she was not certain of, but when Yofie jumped down and her hands caught fire, there was nothing Mirshann could do. She focused her attention on the woman with the white dress and started to assess her mood. Using a spell that required little to no magical energy, she found out about the woman in the white dress. Her mood was actually unreadable! She looked to be a few moods all at the same time; anxious, angry, happy, sad, everything! So the woman was either A: bipolar, or B: something really was going on. Maybe she was a demon? Jumping down after Yofie, Mirshann chose to leave behind her heels. Her hair bounced as her knees bent, her form gracefully landing next to Yofie.

"Miri think you should stop!" she started, not entirely sure of what she had just said. She knew she wanted to make Yofie stop causing this chaos and leave these people alone, but she also knew something was not right about the whole situation. Gathering herself, Miri placed a hand on Yofie's shoulder and shook her gently. The moments Miri spent distracting Yofie, unintentionally, Chelle slipped out of the building, and a lot of the people were leaving, save for the news teams who had only put a big distance between themselves and Yofie's burning hands.

by **Fiery Soul** March 1st 2015, 11:05 pm

A fire burned in Yofie's hands. The crowd clapped when they believed it to be a part of the show. Once the stage hands began showing fright over the rogue model, the crowd no longer expressed such awe over the angel. Pulling her back from a homicidal rampage, Miri grabbed Yofie by the shoulder and issued her belief that Yofie made a tactical error. "Perhaps in your world the righteous do not stand to fight against evil, but I have honor." Yofie turned to survey the crowd before turning back to Miri. "I believe this dress you are wearing fits you and is glorious in nature." Once Yofie returned to find Chelle, her mark left. Onlookers all began pouring out of the exits, leaving Yofie and Miri alone.

But, not quite. "What are you two doing? And where did you get a flamethrower?" Ralphonso almost tore his hair out before he got to the duo.

Not wanting to get a crick in her neck, Yofie extinguished the flames in her hand and lifted Ralphonso up and set him upon a chair so he could look the girls in the eye. "Why did you bring me here under lies and untruths? Are you in the service of the woman in white?"

"Who Chelle? I wish. I wouldn't be dealing with dumb..."

"You should bide your words with care if you wish to have any more as an agent of the model of...what model were you a paragon of again?"

A woman with dark hair and black liners around her eyes stepped out into the auditorium. With a hand and a cold presence, the woman sent the camera crews running for the exits. "You were leaving..." Finely curled black hair sat perfectly upon the black and red silk dressed clinging to every curve of the pitch white woman. "I need to speak with you two." Ralphonso quickly vacated the presence, eventually running in a full spring, tearing the bottom of his pants.

"I have nothing to say to you creature of darkness."

"Then say nothing at all." With a flick of her wrist, shadows would sprout forth to deliver a blow to Yofie's gut. "And you..." Yofie knealed over in pain to the sudden blow . "Would you speak with me in private." The dark gloved hand of the woman wrapped around Yofie's arm. "My consort wishes to meet with the two of you. She has need of you. You won't need to do much though."

With the added height of the heels, Yofie found herself at higher odds to deliver a headbutt to the dark veiled woman. Yofie maintained her balance while the dark woman fell back. "I believe we should not meet with this consort."

Tendrils of darkness would sprout from around the room, shooting spears towards Miri and Yofie. Cascading in silent fashion, Misaki hid in her shadows, waiting for one of the heroines to try to make their way backstage to grab a weapon for her to spring her trap.

by **Chellizard** March 4th 2015, 11:57 pm

Mirshann was unsure of how to react to what was going on, and the added compliment from Yofie went completely over her head. She had no idea she was being given such a nice compliment, especially from Yofie who looked just as pretty, if not prettier, than Miri. She let go of Yofie’s shoulder and gave a short nod. ”Miri thinks you is pretty, too!” the over excitement Mirshann had was defused when Ralphonso made his way back over to the two of them. Miri finally noticed more than seventy percent of the attendees were now outside and the sound of sirens were blaring down the street.

”Flame… thrower?” Mirshann had no idea how Yofie was even thought to be throwing flames. All she was doing was holding them! The act of holding fire was a form of Magic, and that was something Miri actually knew about. Considering she herself was a magical elf of all things, she easily put two and two together when it came to this tall Angelic woman.

But now the tables have turned.

From the shadows came a mysterious woman, and Mirshann reacted like she always did: she stared at the woman as if she were a deer in headlights. It took her a few moments to actually realize the gravity of the situation, and as soon as she did, she started to push her mind to the limits. Step one, get Ryzo to her side. Step two, get this gauntlet off. In order to accomplish step two, she would need to devise a plan to talk to Yofie. Mirshann had zero trust in herself, and as such, could not remove the gauntlet. The morals she had prevented her from believing in herself. She had no confidence in herself as a person what-so-ever.

A chill ran down Mirshann’s spine, but it faded when she felt fur brush against her hand at her side. Ryzo, now at his biggest appearance, towered next to Mirshann. In his mouth was her bag, and he dropped it next to her feet before changing his stance. His shoulders hunched as he lowered himself down, ready to pounce and bite the very pale woman with curly black hair and a red dress. Miri flattened her palm and gently waved it toward Ryzo. This meant for him to back off. The two of them needed to regroup, and perhaps include Yofie to expand their duo to a trio. If this woman did have honor, perhaps she had trust in Mirshann as well.

”Speak here,” Mirshann said, pointing at Misaki with a threatening glare. As Mirshann made the motion to point, she took a wide stance with her feet, the skirts of the dress billowing from the sudden movement of her legs. The pose was one of power and domination. Mirshann was now shedding a different light on herself. One of power and, dare she say, leadership.

”Master, we must get your gauntlet off,” Ryzo started, a growl followed by a whine being heard from his rustled form.

”Miri knows, Ryzo. Honor lady! Ryzo want to speak!” Mirshann then looked to Ryzo in hopes he would trust Yofie enough to let him hear her speak. The dire wolf audibly sighed and dashed to help peel Yofie off of the floor. He then sat down in front of her and started to growl and bark. The sounds started to invade Yofie’s mind, if she allowed Ryzo into her mind, that is.

”Honorable Lady, I am Ryzo, Mirshann’s companion. We are now connected telepathically. My ability to speak with you is due to a deep rooted arcane magic my breed of wolf was entrusted with many moons ago. To cut to the chase, and to keep things from dragging on too long, Mirshann is a highly gifted elf with a very powerful arcane magic as well. However, the gauntlet she wears is impossible for her to remove. Someone with a pure heart and full trust in Mirshann has the ability to remove the gauntlet. I could do it, but I am only a wolf and lack the proper trust in Mirshann. I trust her, but because I must. She is my master, and I am her’s forever.” To the lingering woman in the shadows, the wolf was just barking and howling and whining while sitting in front of Miri and Yofie. After a few moments, Ryzo shut up and bowed his head, waiting for an answer.

Miri looked to Yofie in hopes that she trusted her and had a pure heart. There was only one way to find out. Miri raised her arm and showed the gauntlet to Yofie, pointing to where she needed to touch it.

by **Fiery Soul** March 5th 2015, 1:13 am

"You fall now and return to the abyss foul creature!" Flames discharged from Yofie's blade as she pushed back the shadows sprouting from the ground. During the course of her violent assault against the forces of shadow, Yofie isolated herself from the lines of shadow moving away from the dark purple dressed woman towards the sides of the stage. Swings of her flaming sword continued its holy barrage until a voice came into her mind. "A bracelet? Only someone with a pure heart and trust can remove it? Then I must find it in myself to..."

As Yofie turned back to see Miri, a shadowed blade pierced Yofie's stomach, shooting all the way through her body. "Hello." The dark sorceress put her hand on Yofie's shoulder and leaned in to the angel.

"Are you surprised." The same voice came from behind her. And so did a second dagger. "Poor girl."

While Miri held up her wrist to show the proper placement of the bracelet around her wrist, Misaki stepped out from the shadows and sent a line of shadows to wrap Miri up. "So this bracelet is special? Trusting? A pure heart? Why would you need that?" Fire would snap out from Misaki's hand before Miri's face. "Now, what happens when the bracelet comes off. Feel free to talk to me in your own language, I think I can understand. Be quick, your angel friend doesn't look like she likes being stabbed with shadow blades."

A third blade shot through Yofie's arm, pinning the appendage behind her back. A third vision of the woman stepped up from Yofie's bloody body. "I guess only one of us will be going to the Abyss today."

"We can all go..." Flame erupted through Yofie, burning her armor and wings, while immolating Triumvirate. The sorceress sprawled around in the fires of purity, while Yofie continued to spin in a circle, keeping flames spiraling and her wings burning the witches away from her. Yofie stumbled in aching pain to the stage, gripping her sword in her left hand and struggling to pull the knife from her right wrist. Pain ached in her joints as she rested her weary soul upon the catwalk. "Miri, Help..." Blood trickled across her hand, the pain too much for her to pull the knife out of her back.

"No..." Misaki throw her fox fire towards Yofie while keeping her jagged sharp claw under Miri's throat. "I don't think Miri will be much help to you."

by **Chellizard** March 14th 2015, 8:04 pm

Mirshan gasped and everything around of her paused. It was as if her mind became a stark white blank room and it enveloped the things surrounding her. All she could see was Yofie and a shadowy figure looming over her as blood pooled underneath of the Angelic woman.

"I..." speaking forced her back to reality as another shadowy figure stabbed Yofie yet again. Miri stepped forward but found herself tied up in what seemed to be shadows.

"Ryzo!" crying our for her wolf companion, the large beast lunged to take out the fox woman, his jaw meaning to latch onto one or two of her fluffy tails. His intention was to gnaw and rip the appendage off -- that is, if he actually landed his bite.

Whilst Miri was tied up in the shadows, her mind was racing, and all she could do was concentrate on Yofie's life energy. She kept thinking of ways to get out of this mess. Just as she was about to devise the proper plan, Misaki snapped and sent a spark of flame in front of Mirshann's face. Lurching herself away from the fire in an instinctive manner, Miri furrowed her brows and spoke simply.

"If you really do understand my own language, then that is a triumph of itself. If the bracelet comes off, I am free." Telling only the truth, Miri offered her wrist to Misaki.

"I'm sure you have a pure heart, do you not?" she asked, looking the fox demon in the eyes. The daring glare Mirshann gave the fox demon was one of a kind.

A small smirk laced Miri's lips, and she did not flinch when fire was thrown at Yofie or the claw touched her throat. She had to be strong. Strong for just long enough.

by **Fiery Soul** March 17th 2015, 1:46 am

The flames of the blast far exceeded the pain of the force propelling Yofie through the air. It came in second to the blunt trauma shooting through her back when the pillar broke her flight. A darkened appendage slithered through the rows of seats to grip around Yofie's ankle. Flames formed a defense around her fingers, but the sudden surge of motion through her body only applied a streak of fire through her flight towards the stage.

Ryzo took to attacking Misaki's tails as Misaki took to leveraging her bladed fingers deeper along the superficial layer of skin of Miri's neck. Each retreat Misaki played into further pressed the knife like appendage into Miri's neck as she struggled to give ground to the wolf to save her tails. "So, you only play the fool. I would like to speak with you in private without the constant nuisance of animals or winged beasts." A slick of oil formed around Ryzo's feet, taking away his friction in which he attacked Misaki's tails. If she could rob him of his traction, the fox demon could make her tactical retreat.

Coming on as strong as a ball of fire, with just as much grace, Yofie would slam into Ryzo, igniting the oil into a pillar of flame. Still trying to unpin her arm from the blades piercing her limb, Yofie would struggle to her feet before slipping on the oil and plummeting off the catwalk.

"This seems to be working out very well. Let's have tea." Misaki would pull Miri away from the confusion of battle while Triumvirate would continue using Yofie as a flail to continuously attack Ryzo, cutting off his pursuit of Misaki. Once the shadow keeping her in use as a weapon broke, Yofie would take to joining the fight with one arm stabbed behind her back. A flurry of flames would shoot to attack the lines of shadow keeping the witches tethered to each other, but the accuracy of an injured angel with an incapacitated arm gave a great deal of room for error.

Black barbs launched from the central witch towards Ryzo and Yofie with deadly accuracy and resolve. One barb shot through Yofie's wing, pinning her to a pillar as a second barb flew to impale her. Yofie launched her feet to latch onto the side of the pillar, allowing her enough time to pull her body away from the spear shattering the plaster of the beam. "You! Cat like creature with the features of a sharper animal and more pronounced hind legs..." That is angel for 'wolf". "I wish you to aid me in defeating this creature so I may destroy the evil seeping into this land." Before another barb could pierce through her, Yofie shot up and let her motion pull her down, reaching her hand to grab the spear darting out of her wing. The full pull of motion unlatched the spear and released Yofie from the wall. "If you are not a being of pure evil, we should assist each other, creature-thing."

In the depths of the grand arena, Misaki located a place of power she could use to warp the old stones and worn out linings of the underworld into a more inviting and guarded sanctum for herself. Shadows would wrap Miri's bracelet entirely to keep the warrior from posing any real threats to Misaki as the fox demon would prepare tea for the two of them. Shadows would wrap Miri's wrists to the arms of a chair prepared for her by the whims of Misaki. "I hope you find this meeting of our minds to be a pleasant one. I am very interested in you. And your people. And where you come from." Shadows would crawl along the floor as Misaki approached Miri, a precaution in case Miri needed to be restrained from trying to attack Misaki with a body blow or a headbutt. "I think we should begin discussing how you came to this world little elf." The edge of the tea kettle would press against Miri's lip, slowly pouring the dark tea down her throat to open up Miri's mind to the suggestions Misaki wished to whisper in her ears.

by **Chellizard** March 24th 2015, 9:02 pm

Mirshann winced, but did not show anything passed a slight annoyance of the claws to her throat. She had endured far worse before she came to Earth, and this fox demon was nothing compared to the evil's of her home world. Grinning a bit, Miri felt a chuckle rise in her throat, but it was cut off once Yofie was tossed headlong into Ryzo.

The large beast took the brunt of the Angelic woman being thrown into him, and he even tried to help brace her fall. His clawed paws scrambled and slid against the oiled floor, his fur mopping up some of the mess. Shaking his massive furry head, he finally found a proper place to stand and did so, his back aching immensely. A low grumble rushed through him before the black bards were thrown at him at deadly speeds and even more deadly accuracy. His senses were beyond that of a normal wolf's, so he took advantage of that and dodged as many as he could. One clipped his ear, however, and sent a howl of pain rocketing from the pit of his gut.

The chaos rained upon Ryzo and Yofie from Triumverate, leaving Ryzo unable to come to the aid of Mirshann as Misaki dragged her off. Mirshann put up a struggle, but found it useless in this state. The gauntlet locked down her capabilities. She was physically useless without her magic. She would have to play a game of wits and see if she could talk this fox into thinking it would be beneficial for her to take the gauntlet off of Mirshann. "I don't want your tea," Miri spat, her anger rising.

She reminded herself it would not be beneficial to herself, Ryzo, or Yofie if she did not get this gauntlet taken off by this evil hearted woman. Being shoved into the chair was not the best feeling in the world, but Mirshann did not struggle any more. She accepted the fate. She had to just get conversation going from here on out. It would be the best way to ensure she would get out of her, save Ryzo, Yofie, and perhaps defeat this fox demon and that witch out by the catwalk. Large blue eyes shadowed as thick lashes bowed to brush over flushed cheeks. Mirshann bowed her head, her blonde hair shifting to expose pointed ears.

"You are fascinated by me? Interesting. Foxes are curious creatures, after all. More so than the cat, I think." Miri cracked a smiled and tilted her chin up to look Misaki in the eye. The piercing cerulean orbs of Miri's bore into Misaki's, as if attempting to pierce whatever soul she had left. The corrosion of evil might have already etched too deep into the poor woman, so there was nothing to be done. At least, not yet. "I awoke on an island. I have no idea how I got here other than that." The truth spilled from the elf as she relaxed in the chair of shadow. This fox was not going to get the better of Miri when it came to getting information out of her, considering Mirshann was still a mystery to herself. She could only remember the war, falling unconscious, and then waking up on the island where she met a few people, Ailill being one of them. She was not going to throw him onto the Fox lady's radar, though. There was no need for that.

Ryzo leaped to the right, avoiding Yofie as she was slung into him again and again. The witch was not going to give up fighting until Yofie, somehow, broke free. Grumbling, Ryzo allowed his 'voice' to infiltrate Yofie's mind. "I will assist you, but only if you ensure our partnership to rescue my master." Ryzo said, but then stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't noticed before, but fire was spreading and he was covered in oil. His tail curled between his legs and he shuddered in fear. His eyes darted between Yofie, the fire, Triumverate, and back to the fire. He was afraid now, his fur standing on end. Fire was the reason he was the last of his kind.

Mirshann gagged as shadows curled up around her throat and forced her to tilt her head back, her jaw also being forced open. The tea that was poured down her throat was distasteful. It felt like pure evil being forced into her. She coughed and sputtered, attempting to jerk her head away from the kettle's spout. With all of her will power, she snapped her head away, forcing the liquid evil to splash onto her shoulder and down her torso, soaking her designer gown worth an easy thousand dollars or two. Coughing, she gasped for her breath and then spat in Misaki's general direction. "There's nothing I have that you would want. I have nothing unless I am free. The gauntlet is my own personal prison... With it on my arm, I am but a mere human with pointy ears and the knowledge of a very dead language." She narrowed her eyes, glaring at the fox with hatred.

by **Fiery Soul** March 27th 2015, 6:25 am

"You! Animal with speech! How did you come across the knowledge of this common tongue? Also, how are you capable of speaking." Another sharp tendril stabbed towards Yofie. The healing energies left her with a sharp invigoration. "It matters little for now. I shall take time to-"

"Stop talking!" Barb after barb flew towards Yofie. A full stack of the spikes fundamentally structured a support beam, causing the pillar to begin collapsing upon itself.

"I will speak of justice and righteousness foul succubus! Animal friend, attend me my weapon so that I may do righteousness to my foe. I will reward you with walk around the block and a spirited speaking of takes of valor and..." A strand of Yofie's hair floated seamlessly in the air, detached by one more shadowy spear let fly.

"The next one will go through your mouth."

"Hardly, the target is fine and small."

"Not as small as you think."

One of the tethered witches appeared behind Yofie and grappled her arms. A firm grip tightened around Yofie's arms, pulling her back as the main fixation of Triumvirate readied another attack. Flames scorched the witch wrestling Yofie, allowing her enough time to flip the witch over her shoulders, placing her in between the spear head and Yofie's body. "I believe you missed your mark."

"You're getting your nice dress all messy." Misaki wiped some loose droplets of tea from her dress before pulling a casket from the shadows. "Well, I guess I should take precaution with you. I would not wish to unlock your gauntlet merely for you to dismantle me." The return of Misaki came with a caress of Miri's face. "I will make sure I can guard you from one prison to the next." Shadows continued to form in Misaki's hands, beginning to take the form of a garrote.

by **Chellizard** April 4th 2015, 7:03 pm

Whimpering, Ryzo shook in his spot until Yofie yelled toward him. Snapping him out of his stupor, the giant wolf shook his massive furry head and barred his snarling fangs.

"I talk into your mind, fool. There is no physical way for me to actually speak, besides my barking, howling, or growling." He said, his shoulders wiggling as he lowered onto his haunches. Ryzo's enhanced senses gave him the advantage to dodge anything thrown at him headlong, or in his peripheral's. He had a hard time dodging anything that came from behind, and of course that was only natural. He did not have eyes in the back of his head, after all.

Finally hunched down, he launched himself forward, leaping to aid Yofie in any way that he could. He used his strong jaw to bite and destroy the shadowy barbs that were being thrown toward the angelic woman. Flicking his tail, Ryzo's ears perked up and he gave a curt nod, turning on his heels and dashing off toward Yofie's blade. Carefully placing his jaws around of the blade, he made his way back over to the angel, avoiding the fire at all costs. Every step he made was with caution as the fire started to spread and eat away at the cloth table covers.

"Hrrmmpff!" Miri said, gagging against the tea being poured down her throat. She doubled over and hacked up most of the liquid but felt a strange sensation take over her despite attempting to spit most of it up. She could feel the truth of her people bubbling to the surface of her memories, and she was trying with all of her mighty will power to hold it all back from this wretched wench.

--

"Madame, I believe you should go back and lend a hand," Anna said, looking over to Chelle as the town car drove them back to the manor.

"Well, I suppose. Did you bring the mask and new outfit Bliss gave me last week?" She asked, sliding her shoulders out of the gown she was wearing and shimmying out of it entirely.

Without skipping a beat, Anna dug around in her bag and pulled out a simple round ball that looked like a lip gloss container, as well as a simple tuxedo mask. Opening the lip gloss container revealed a super compacted outfit. It expanded out into a stretchy, spandex styled fabric that was, mostly, black with hints of a dark teal. Slipping into the outfit, Chelle slid the mask over her face and let her hair down, the long tendrils flowing to surround her face. Melting auburn hues pierced through the mask, and with a glance in the rear view mirror, she smiled at herself. The car was going too slow for Chelle's taste, so she opened her door and dove out of it, her wings spreading behind of her. She took off toward the fashion expo, showing up just as a strand of Yofie's hair was cut by a shadowy spear.

Drawing her own sword, Xian, Chelle stepped forward and slashed through the air a few times. "Got time to put aside our differences, Angel?" she asked, her own wings ruffling as she took an offensive pose in reprieve to Triumvirate. The outfit Chelle wore was quite revealing, seeing as she had to flaunt what she had. Her lower half was the most clothed, seeing as she wore pants, but her torso wore a corset that was split down the middle, two singular straps holding it closed across her abdomen.

--

Ryzo looked up the moment he heard another pair of foot steps on the marble floors of the expo. He saw another woman with feathered wings, but they were black and red; no where near as beautiful as Yofie's. Any ally would be better at this point, so Ryzo continued his mission to deliver Yofie's blade.

by **Fiery Soul** April 11th 2015, 1:01 am

"You are the demon responsible for this evil!" Throwing away the peace accord presented to her, Yofie burst her hands into flames at the approach of the woman she accused (rightfully) of being a vile (incorrectly) demon (back to being correct). "I will burn you until you realize why you are wrong. Then you will die an honorable soul and in your final moments you will open your eyes to the truth that one second of living righteously is better than a lifetime of your evil-"

"Shut up!" A tendril grabbed Yofie's ankles and flung her across the room. "You have to shut up! I cannot take your mindless rambling anymore!" A pillar collapsed at the break of the angel's impact. "I don't know who you believe yourself to be, but I'm afraid I won't be allowing you to interfere here." Slithering her leg forward as she paced closer, Triumvirate kept her tethering bodies hidden in the shadows, slowly closing in around Chelle. "If you don't mind, could you please bleed for me." Shadows sprouted from Triumvirates hands, quickly sharpening into a fierce blade. The primary woman hosting Triumvirate edged forward while her two shadowed forms took form behind Chelle, each with dagger in hand.

Triumvirate would list her sword in the air and take a swing forward to try and force Chelle into single combat with her while her shadow forms would take aim to stab at Chelle from behind. After several blows from the three different entities, a fiery wings tore through the melee, grappling Chelle and taking her towards the stage. "I have you now demon! Do you wish to repent any last words?" Yofie would hold a flaming hand over Chelle's face as the angel focused her narrow gaze upon the woman she deemed her primary enemy. Shadows began to wrap around Yofie's hand, extinguishing the flame from her hand to the shock of Yofie.

"It doesn't look like they are doing very well." Misaki gazed into a pit of shadow overtaking the table resting before Miri. Shadow still wrapped the elf maiden to the chair, keeping her bracelet completely shrouded. "An elf. An Angel. And a demon. I thought today would be interesting, but I never knew I would meet such interesting people." Misaki walked to Miri and patted her on the cheek. "What do you think with your little elf brain? What do your pretty little elf eyes see when they stare into shadow. I've grown fond of the shadow. It is a part of me. You however, you may not like gazing into the shadow as much." The image of Yofie fighting everything in the ballroom continued to play out through the shadow. As she image became more clear, the more Miri would feel her mind giving in to the shadow.

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