Fantasy Red Hood Society

[JokerValentine]

Malice Queen Moolock

As the dogs retreated, and some of the men felt that they had won, Honus looked down at the ground. The blood still ran thick, so many good men, so many brave defenders, all of them dead. He felt the pain in his heart, as he sa the red scraps of great boys laying still. But amongst the grisly scene, a messenger boy ran straight for Honus, who stood alone. He must've wandered out a bit, away from Syl. "Maester Carter," the boy began, but was unable to finish. All he was instructed to do was to hold the scrap of cape up to him, as he'd know the meaning. The scrap belonged to the highest ranking officer, and it boded poorly. The rock that had been thrown struck its mark on the officer's quarters. The other officers had been crushed, killed like cowards. And it meant that Honus was what remained of the leaders. "I see," he said, looking at the scrap, and then back at the scene.

 

[Malice Queen]

Sylvia heard Red's reply to her mantra, this caused Syl to shoot a glare at the demon's form. The hounds retreated with their bloodied master and a great roar came from another Hood on the field. A group of wolves covered the Alpha's escape and once they were dealt with, Sylvia bolted after them and as she sped towards the fleeing wolves, a memory flashed in her head.

It was the middle of a stormy night and the rumbling of thunder had woken the sleeping teenage girl. It was common for scared children to see their parents to comfort them – even at the age of 17. As the girl crept down the hall another strike of lightning and then the loud crackle of thunder sped the girl's feet towards her parent's room. The contrast from light to dark was quick, so quick that she hadn't noticed her brother's door ajar and yhe claw marks that riddled the doorway. As usual, her parents' door was slightly ajar, welcoming the kids to seek their loving embrace for comfort. That's when the grotesque noises filled her ears, a wet squelching sound as the beast in the room gorged on her mother and father. The child was terrified and when another lightning strike lit up the room she saw what had become of her parents. Their blood was everywhere and the wolf that stood over them had oddly familiar eyes. As the wolf approached her, it licked its chops and beared its bloodied fangs as a low growl filled the room. Sylvia was petrified with fear, but rather than kill her where she stood it ran. Her second thoughts came to her brother Asher. She entered his room and finally saw the claw marks – it was him, that...beast was him! Grief and rage filled the young woman found something, anything that could be used as a weapon against her former brother and she dashed out into the storming night.

She was close to the edge of the battlefield and that's when she stopped, snapping out of the nightmarish memory she was reliving. She wanted to chase...she wanted to finish this fight but why? To end their long war? To stop the suffering of humanity? To keep herself from killing her own brother? Sylvia would plant bother her blades into the ground before her and drop to her knees amongst the mud and blood of the bodies on the field. She was exhausted...the woman hadn't slept for days and the respote she recieved at the witch's hut had been enough to keep her body from tearing itself asunder. "Gods...Why do you torment us so?"
Axeykins JokerValentine Moolock

 

[Moolock]

Red watches the dismal scene between the two of them, only coldness reflected in her gaze under the hood when Syl looks her way. It's a scene she's seen all too many times... Humans were amazing and stubborn and set in their ways... but as soon as the world shattered around them, the resolve dissolved. As soon as the tides turned, the light at the end of the tunnel vanished. As Syl snapped from whatever trance held her for a moment or two and once again fell to her knees, Red merely shook her head slightly.

"Because... if they didn't, beings like me wouldn't exist to fix their mistakes." Gods. How she hated them. Drunk on power, disconnected from the world. She was a janitor of sorts for the heavens. Not officially, of course, otherwise she would've been wiped out. They were stubbornly set in their ways of eons ago and let the world run its course. "Because... they..." Are neglectful, deceitful, twisted, self centered, obnoxious, dark, disconnected, vicious, heartless, cruel, almost as evil as me, entities that should have been cast down long before now, beings who don't give two fucks about the world they created, narcissistic, sadists... "Because..." her voice was hollow and low, almost a snarl. It was a hard truth she was about to break over Syl's head. "Because they don't care enough to do anything else... That's why I'm here... that's why..." I haven't eaten your soul yet... because I am above the gods you pray to. "Because people continue to turn to them and they don't seem to realize that the gods aren't listening."

Red turned away at that, heading into the forest. If Syl wanted to come, she could. If Syl wanted to die, Red would return in an instant and throw herself before any outside force that brought harm to that woman. If Honus wanted to come, he could. If Honus wanted to die, Red... would let him. She wasn't human, that much now should be clear to the man. And she had no doubt that for that simple fact, he would instantly despise her. So, her cold heart heavy as a stone, Red gathered her robe and faded into the darkness of the trees, making her way slowly toward her clearing.

Malice Queen JokerValentine

 

[Axeykins]

"We don't know, but what choice do we have? We need to try. This house is comfortable but far too close to the battlefield and base of the Hoods. They'll be searching for the witch for healing as well and...I've already been accused by Honus of killing her." He scoffed. "We've got to go....seeing as you're still blind I can lead the way."
Error404RealityFailed JokerValentine Malice Queen

 

[JokerValentine]

Malice Queen Moolock

Honus returned his mind to the scene, perhaps realizing that this battle was far from over. Alas so away went the internal battle. He saw Syl crippled to the ground, something bothering her that only Honus could really ever truly understand. He knew by her grief that it was indeed her previous actions, what she endured, how she saw what she saw. If Honus had any heart to show in his actions, it was because of what he saw others endure. And Honus too felt tired, his eyes barely keeping open, his heart only racing from the adrenaline of everything he had gone through. But Syl couldn't keep such feelings in her heart so well hidden, not with her brother tormenting her.

The commander saw the demon creature comfort her, speak to her as if she cared at all about her. As Honus shot her a glare, one of resent, she left. She was no human, never was perhaps, and she did not care. Sure she saved Syl on occasion, but for a price. That was the nature not just of humans after all, that whatever deed we may do we do it for ourselves. There is indeed no true humility, no sacrifice, it only in the end so that one can make themself feel better. Red was no different than the selfish king or the greedy thief. And perhaps it was beautiful that way.

Honus strode forth to Syl, and carefully scooped her from the ground. "The gods.... the gods have their ways of hiding their gems in their own filth, Syl. And... and I know how you feel, but remember the dead as they lived, not how they ended. You need to rest. The day is won, and it is well needed." Yet he too had begun to lose hope, lose the vision that there would be a peace to achieve. With his son what he was, a self-righteous piece of filth, he could not choose. And Asher, the true evil perhaps, the spectre of poor Syl's heart, it tore her up. But broken shards are indeed the most useful in war, for they are able to penetrate.

 

[Error404RealityFailed]

Ackara nodded slowly, blinking a bit to clear some of the fog. "We need a pack..." She mumbled and leaned against Marius. Charlie was not happy, and he began to wail and reach for Marius instead of his mother. Annabeth decided to join in and Ackara frowned down at the two. "Hush now sweeties..." She mumbled, and Annabeth stopped. Charlie was still a little bastard and kept screaming.
JokerValentine Axeykins

 

[JokerValentine]

Axeykins Error404RealityFailed

After taking some more lead, Asher finally reached the packgrounds. They were small, a few hundred or so wolves that managed to survive the fight. Several were injured, many were dead. "Those human cowards, do they not see what they do to us? I mean, your friend here is unable to see anything it seems, but you of course see such a scene, do you not?" Of course referring to Marius, the scene was a disaster. Men women and child wolves all seemed to bear the same aura of suffering. Yet they had also retreated, a terrible realization that Asher refused to admit happened. They lost because the humans were cowards, but that they had several powerful forces on their side. One of which, alas, was not courage.

Asher led the way through camp, heading towards the large cave that sat in the middle. Within, awaited the alpha, who may not have arrived yet, but as Asher was respected he knew Draven would meet with him. "We shall meet the alpha, and he shall persuade you his noble and justified cause, you two. Look around at your brothers and sisters, if you can, and see how they suffer at the hands of your oppressors, the ones we fight every day in order to carve our righteous place upon this earth." And so they approached the cave.

 

[Axeykins]

"We do...we so desperately need a pack. There is no getting around it....lone wolves are dead wolves." He gulped. Leaning into Ackara and gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they followed Asher to the Alpha.



"I don't need a description Asher. I can see it." Marius gulped. Only glancing up at the fellow wolves once in a while, otherwise his eyes were locked on either the ground or Asher as he led them towards the Alpha's den. It had been a week yet they were all still recovering and retrieving the dead.
The Alpha had been in and out recently. Partially to aide his wolves and the rest of that time to recruit nearby wolves or change unwitting humans who dared wander near the sanctuary.
Today, however. He was sitting atop his throne of corpses and bones. A few...trophies, he had taken from the battle field. The crown jewels being commanders. To his anger and dismay the one who had shot his eye out was not in said collection.
"Sir, Asher comes to speak with you. Along with a few other wolves. One emaciated male and who we assume to be his mate and pups."
"Ugh. I supposed I have no choice with it being that one. Bring them in." He grumbled. Rubbing his wound as the irritation made it burn. "But it had better be for good reason."
JokerValentine Error404RealityFailed

 

[JokerValentine]

Asher bowed before his beloved alpha, his russet snout touching the dirt. "Oh most noble alpha," he began, "these two are werewolves, former Hoods, that would be so kind as to join our cause. They lived in the shadows, blinded by love for the human kind that despises them. But they have seen the err of their ways, and although they have a ways to go, they require your blessing, your insight, your wisdom, your.... grace." Asher noticed that the alpha's eye was surely destroyed, that human had done his act of cowardice. "Do you know what they did to our dear alpha? The Hoods waited until he wasn't looking, and then, as an act of pure cowardice, shot an arrow into his eye. They dare not fight him fairly, nor us. And then they slaughtered our brethren, OUR brethren, Ackara and Marius. Think not of this as a pack... but perhaps as a new crusade you must join. Forget your idiotic ties to humanity, they abhor you. They will kill you. They will lie to you. They will NEVER love you."

Error404RealityFailed Axeykins

 

[Error404RealityFailed]

Ackara's eyes widened and she stumbled backwards, surprised by Asher's boldness. For heaven's sake, she had two pups to care for, not fight in a war. "M-Mar, I'm not so sure..." She mumbled. Charlie however, decided to love the Alpha and began to giggle and reach for him. Ackara however, could not see what Charlie wanted and spun around in confusion. This led to more giggling from the children, and brought a small smile to Ackara's face, so she did it again and again much to the delight of the twins. "Sir, where are you?" She finally asked, facing the wrong way.
JokerValentine Axeykins

 

[Axeykins]

"He is this way Ackara." Marius gently spun her around to face the proper direction. "The pups will be fine here, you'll have help from more experienced mothers in raising them and they will have friends here." He spoke gently to her before turning to the Alpha with more conviction.
"Yes Asher, they killed many of us but you attacked them, have attacked them many times before without sympathy! And you don't think there would be death and retaliation? Desperate measures to beat you any way they can? A-"

"Enough!" The Alpha barked. Standing up from his throne. "Thank you Asher, my loyal subject, for bringing this one to me. I see he has yet to see the truth. Is still a human sympathizer." He stepped closer to Marius, claws extending. "Fool whelp." Without warning he let out a snarl and slashed the stupid young man's face. "They don't give a damn about us. We have tried a peaceful negotiations but nothing, now it is time to take back what is ours! For all of the lycan kind. Give this world back to our children so they may live in peace, don't you want that." His eye flitted to the young pup reaching for him. The burn on it's young flesh made his blood boil.

"I...I do but." He held the side of his face. Little good that did as he soon had claws dug into it again. Forcing him to remain still and listen. Taking in every word and stare directly into the the Alpha's face which was mere centimeters away from his.

"But nothing. You want this. You want peace for our kind no matter what. You know who the enemy is." Draven's eye glowed silver. This mutt was strong in willpower, but none could resist him forever. "Asher is correct. They will never accept you. They will never love you and have never loved you and if you do not act now. They will kill you. But I can help, we can help. Wouldn't you agree? You need us."

"But...that's not..that's.....you're right." He stopped resisting and stared wide eyed into the face of the beast before him. "For...Ackara, the pups, for lexi....we are at you beckon and call Alpha. Teach us your truth."
JokerValentine Error404RealityFailed

 

[ThatOneLunatic]

Lucius during the week after the battle had been training in the forest almost every day. At nights he was reforging his armor into smaller sets. Although he was conditioned to use the armor with high speed and could fight well with it. It was simply too heavy to face off against lesser beasts. He had the armor to defend against the attacks from the beasts that called the northlands home. He had slept for about 3 hours each night. Once he had finally finished the set of armor he began to sleep regularly. Tha armor was lighter but provided good protection. And he had enough metal to possibly forge another set of the medium armor. He smiled at his new creation, the helmet he smelted down i to a ingot, like the other excess bits of armor. He now was in the training yards practicing with his spear. His medium length brown hair was saturated in sweat and his emerald green eyes were shining bright. The scar that was over his left eye took away part of his charming features. Although the eye was in tact and worked fine and kept its color, the skin beloenand above the eye was scarred. In one semi diagnol line. He had just completed a advanced spear drill he had been drilling for hours and he leaned on his spear panting. His forehead dripped with sweat and he looked up to the sky and smiled. He then began to walk towards his temporary housing place. Whether it be the barracks or a actual home thats where he was heading

@everyhood

 

[Malice Queen]

Sylvia's heart would plummet to new depths as the demon replied...the gods didn't care about the strife that befell the mortals, the beings that had created the world they lived in. Then what was the point? Honus chimed in and that made her feel a bit better. So much death and destruction and for what? The war between the wolves and hunters was still on -- all because a final blow could not be struck against the Alpha. Sylvia rose to her feet, knees wet and boots caked with mud. Rest. That sounded good. "We still have work to do...You can rest if you must. There are dead to bury...or whatever is left." she would eye the field; it was going to be a long day.

- - - - -​

The weeks that followed were quite busy for the Hoods -- the organization as a whole had to get back to recruiting to replenish their ranks. The bastion which they protected during the battle weeks ago was repaired enough to allow civilians to reside in the keep once more; though it would take much longer to restore it to its former glory. The huntress had rested for quite a few days, recovering from her injuries and soul-crisis she had been in after the battle. The commanders were dead, they would need replacements, new-blood had to come and be trained; It was a hectic nightmare at the keep but it was...good to see so many people helping one another.

The young woman was in the barracks of the keep, her body shifting under the covers with much discomfort -- it seemed that the nightmares hadn't ended for the raven-haired Hood. She awoke with a shout, causing those who were in the barracks to stare at her, her wide eyes suddenly narrowing into a glare and shooting towards the onlookers; they quickly returned to their business. With an angered grunt Sylvia would fling sweat-soaked covers from her body and hop out of bed. Great, now she needed a bath...

{don't worry, no bath-taking will occur. just thought it'd be a good place to stop or whatever.}​

JokerValentine ThatOneLunatic Moolock

 

[JokerValentine]

Malice Queen

The official account of the battle stated that the Hoods had had 384 dead, 32 turned, and 183 injured. Of those 183 was Honus, who spent several days separated from everyone. But his wounds were beyond the skin. His heart, pouring with grief and sadness over so many things, he could no longer contain himself. But he was also concussed, and although Marius' medicine had made the medic's job easy, his existence caused nearly everything else. After six or so days of recovery, the doctors told Honus he was free to go. But they didn't call him Honus. They called him "Bearer of the Hawk," or as someone so long ago translated it to be. But he was what they called the command Hood. Every officer had been killed and, as the senior fighter, he had to oversee everything. But there was nothing left, was there?

As Honus remembered how to use his feet again, he made his way down the keep's halls, seeing the holes in the fort from the debris. The dead had yet to be buried, the so many souls, but a few Hoods had gotten to the job. It was devastation. And Honus, perhaps for the first time, saw it all. Yet he forgot about the living. Honus had to go to the- suddenly he heard a shout from nearby. And the voice... it was Syl's. He's recognize her terrified scream anywhere. Immediately the recovered Honus rushed into the barracks and saw her. How long had it been? She seemed changed, if that were even possible. "Syl..." the man said with a tint of happiness. He didn't want to seem intrusive on her business at all. As a matter of fact, his first order as a commander wanted to be to promote her. But the words didn't come out. His head rang, seemingly, just like someone he used to love.

 

[ThatOneLunatic]

Lucius had been walking towards the barracks when he heard the sudden scream. It was feminine, and he aighed and he bagan to run towards the barracks 'A attack? No, couldnt be, not inside the barrack.' He though to himself as he dashed past comrades. He arrived a few minutes later, sweat still on his face as he wiped it. Only to see Honus and a girl. The girl was somewhat familiar...he didnt really care much. Just another hood from the field. He stepped through the door his spear in hand and tapped it on the floor. Lucius as many of the hoods had either witnessed or heard tales of during the battle defended the main breach and commanded a small group on how to do so. He had also had run out to fight the Alpha alongside the scythe wielding boy but he wasnt able to save him. "Honus, is that you? You look just as old as I remember." Lucius spoke in a relaxed and humerous tone. He hadnt seen honus in years and wasnt sure he'd remember him. Although the scar over his eye was a landmark that Homus may remember. Lucius had been part of this sector but Honus had requested a transfer and so he was transferred to the Rare beasts sector.
JokerValentine Malice Queen

 

[Moolock]

Raegazel
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Red kept her silence after that, feeling the pang of sorrow she'd passed to Sylvia... what else could she say? She'd lived long enough to say her words were truth, lived long enough to see the neglect... If the gods did their job, theoretically a being like her granting the deepest desires- even the shallowest desires, for that matter- should not need to exist. But Red had a place here, and a firm one at that, so something was seriously wrong with this world...


It took some time but Red finally regained her voice... In the weeks that followed for the Hoods, she kept up almost no contact with Syl, only checking in at their base of operations once every day or two. Other than that, she was busy... very, very busy. And only Syl would be the one able to notice that every time she returned, the demon looked a little stronger, healthier... almost... almost satisfied. But still, she said nothing as Syl, Honus, and the other Hoods bustled about.

The demon had, in truth, retreated deep into the forest to blow the dust off an old structure and the memories that came with it. Some ivory figurines still sat about, a rusted knife, other things... Strange runes peppered the stone. She visited the battlefield to collect the souls of the fallen like Death visiting and whispering over the broken and rotting. That took the most time. She examined them and paid each soul proper respects and a prayer to whatever deity the once-living had believed in... And she tried to be sincere, she really did, despite her forever scorn against the gods. By the end, she was emotionally drained and finally, the demoness showed up at the gates of the Hood base and for the first time in so long that it might have startled Syl, she whispered through to her companion's mind,

Are you ready, Aldrich?

Malice Queen

 

[Malice Queen]

So many people, so many voices...even Red decided to come back finally, decided to speak to her. It made her jump of course, the nightmare she had woke from still fresh in her mind. She saw Honus and she forced a small smile for him and then another face entered the room, he seemed to have a personal connection to Honus -- this made her fake smile fade and as the man with the scar spoke she would get up from the bed and leave the two alone for a time. "Another family reunion, Honus?" she murmured to him as she passed. Aye, she was still upset...still hurt that he chose not to tell her about Marius and honestly, she didn't want anymore surprises to crop up. "Ready for what, have you decided the price I should pay for your help?" she thought to Red, after some time the young woman would return to the barracks this time in her armor rather than in her sweat-soaked casual wear.
Moolock JokerValentine ThatOneLunatic

 

[JokerValentine]

ThatOneLunatic ( Moolock ) Malice Queen

Honus seemed to be in a brief moment of happiness, seeing Syl was safe and alive. It boosted his spirits a little bit off of the ground. However, the moment was shattered as the girl was hit with a torrent of replies from everyone else. Firstly, a young boy that Honus didn't remember at all strode in brandishing a weapon. Honus was to be having none of that, and even as the kid addressed him, he had very little happy things to say. "Put the fucking weapon away right this instant. This is the barracks, and if I see that spear in my face for one more second I will put you on latrine duty for a month," he demanded of him at an instant, giving absolutely no care to the kind words he was expected to give. This was a personal affair, as someone he considered to be practically his daughter was alive and mostly well.

But perhaps as a result, Syl acquired an odd look on her face, as if she were thinking something that was a bother. It seemed odd. Come to think of it, he noticed her this way before, reflecting on the things others said. It wasn't like she'd be communicating to other beings. Yet, what about the demon? He'd also forgotten much of that encounter. He's seen weird, and then he's seen that. Well, he probably also saw a freak or two parade into camp and present their messed up selves for the enjoyment of others. But at least those were in good times.

He'd have his time to speak to the other hood some other day. Especially since he already cast him away once, so what more worse could a second time be? Besides, had he not said something earlier referring to his rotundity or age when they fought the demon beasts? Where had they even gone? And the dragon? Had they died too? Was it just all some sort of sick game that cycled over and over, where creatures come and go like the wind blowing pollen? And to think of all the comrades he'd lost. Rhykad, that witch whose name escaped him, Crimson girl, they were all dead too. And somehow it was meant for the three of them, as perhaps he should include the idiot with the spear (as he had no clue that the kid behind the armor looked in such a way) in his island as well.

"Syl I've been promoted to lead the Hoods. That means I won't be on the hunts anymore. I'll have to direct battles, recruit troops, rebuild everything," he sighed, stopping for a moment, " actually, tell you what. Kid, make yourself useful and find me the leader of your division. I don't remember exactly who you are, but I remember you're part of the special division. Only a Hood not trained proper holds a spear the way you do. I have some words to talk to the missus with. In private. She and I need our respite."

 

[ThatOneLunatic]

Lucius chuckled as he gave him a order and he shook his head and smiled but before he could speak Homus seemed to think for a long moment then he spoke to the girl and he heard the girls name 'Syl? Nice name' he thought before hearing the man adress him as kid once again. At that moment he kickuoed up the spear so it spun and he set the but of it down on the floor as if standing at attention. Lucius then smiled "Awww come on ya old geezer dont you remember me? What was it? People said my helmet looked like it had wings. Some bird or something." He then reached into his pocket and produced a small letter "No can do. Got special orders. Sonce your the only officer of this sector, well besides one, then I suppose this goes to you." He held out the letter for him to take.
JokerValentine Malice Queen Moolock

 

[JokerValentine]

Axeykins Error404RealityFailed ( Malice Queen )

After some training, some indoctrination, some proper meals of deer and human meat, the wolves were looking perhaps better to try again. At least that was Asher's impression. He was easily the most ardent one pushing for Marius' training. He honestly could not care too much for Ackara. Blind wolves were of very little use in the fight anyways. Even if she was one of them, maybe she could have some use. Even if all of the words were just used to the benefit of their army.

He wanted a strong, resourceful, merciless Marius. One that would, like him, not regret his actions. And he had made very good headway. Given his history, his angers, it was easy to convince him of the truth. The crimes of humans had to be rectified. Blood is not always the best answer to everything, but in this case it was. Alas, they had so few troops. They needed more numbers. Surely Draven would take that into account as they progressed towards the final assault on the Hoods.

One day, maybe the same day as when Honus was released from the infirmary, Asher approached Marius. In his wolf form, the male saw his new companion, new trainee, and new ally in camp. "Good morning, Marius," Ahser said rather delightfully, "how do you feel? How is Ackara? Would you like to train a bit further today?"

It was interesting to think that nobody suspected any motive whatsoever for his desire to train Marius. Yet it made complete sense. Asher only wanted one Hood to die, or perhaps to be turned. HIs sister, Syl, she still walked among the Hoods. He thought back to that night, when he spared her life. Maybe he should've finished her. Just one bite, and it will be so much simpler. And using Marius, the son of Honus, he could worm his way back into ridding the one man that stood in his way.

 

[Error404RealityFailed]

Ackara nodded to Asher, her sight now restored. It had only taken a few days for it to come back, and though it was a bit fuzzy at the edges, she was now alright. Her form remained human, but that was simply a comfort for her. The pups had been left with another mother for the moment, giving her time. "Of course, but..." She paused, eyes narrowed. "I don't want to send Marius to training yet... He needs time to grieve..." Her tone was strict, and she clearly saw something wrong with this camp. Probably that most of them hadn't wanted to be turned like her. "I'll train in his place for now, I want to face... I want to face my mother..." A deep sigh echoed from her lips and she shook her head. "She needs to be taught something, perhaps the pain of death of humanity and humiliation of being outcasted..." That was a growl, but whether she really wanted her mother to pay was another story. She was very tempted to beg for forgiveness, but revenge tasted a bit sweeter.
Axeykins JokerValentine

 

[Axeykins]

"Far better than I have in a long while." He looked up at Asher with a smile. His face, along with the rest of his body had filled back in. He wasn't quite back to as muscular as he had been before but he was no longer a sad excuse of a walking skeleton.
When Ackara spoke up he turned a wolven ear in her direction. "I will be fine Ackara. I need this, something to do. Some way to get closer to my goals. It's time to stop grieving and move on." He stated firmly, although his face betrayed him as a pang of pain struck. "You can most likely come along and join but you will not dissuade me from this decision. I will train hard with Asher, my decision is final and set in stone at this point."
JokerValentine Error404RealityFailed

 

[Blue098]

"Do you seek power?" A deep voice spoke to Tonson with high authority. Almost as a king speaking down to his lowly servant. Tonson's eyes opened slowly, to see a bitch black room, with only one light shining down. In the middle of this light laid a black, and vile scythe, with tendrils reaching out, desperate to grab anything that comes near it. Tonson slowly stood to his feet, "Where....am I?" he asked curiously, "Is this the afterlife?" He added on while taking a few steps forward towards the light. "No..not yet at least. You're in my realm, spirited away from your physical body. If it wasn't for me you would be dead by now." The deep voice responded. Tonson stepped forward a bit more, "What...what are you, and why are you keeping me alive?" Tonson asked.

The room stood silent for a few long moments, "I am Exile, forever forgotten and misplaced. Cursed to a life with my brother in this body of pain. The reason we chose you is because you called to us. Now we ask again, do you seek power?" The deep voice spoke out, breaking the silence. Tonson looked down and thought upon the question, and thought deeply. Looking up to Exile he smiled, "No, I seek friendship and peace." Tonson answered, surprising the demons. A small chuckle could be heard, and echoed throughout the room, "You are a weird one, though I can grant your wish. All you must do is grab me, and you will have the power to have these things." Exile replied, his tendrils reaching out for Tonson. As Tonson reached out his hand to the scythe, the tendrils wrapped around his hand, and a bright light shined from it. Moments later, the scythe changed its form, to two daggers with chains and tendrils that wrapped around Tonson's wrist. One dagger was a dark red and black, intricate in it's design of engraved symbols going down the blade and guard. The other dagger was a light blue and white, a dim light glowed from it, and filled Tonson with its energy. "Let our time together be long my friend." Exile spoke as Tonson began to fade away from the room.

"Sir we found a live one!" A soldier yelled out grabbing Tonson, and helping him up. He was barely breathing, and blood dripped down from his side. Pain filled him, though was slowly dulled as Exile slowly began to heal his wounds. Though only enough to keep him alive, as Exile had little to no power left within himself.

JokerValentine

 

[Malice Queen]

Sylvia heard that Honus was now the leader of the Hoods -- that took a while to sink it. Honus, a leader now; not like he didn't deserve it...it was just something that he never seemed to want or at least that's how she viewed it. When the time called for it, Honus would always lead the masses. "Hah...congratulations..." she would say with a small smile. The other Hood had a letter, which he promptly held out to Honus after a disregard to Honus and his orders. "And because you're a special little prick, means you can ignore a basic request for some privacy." Sylvia would growl at the man. "Special division...", she thought with disdain. "So...with your recent promotion, does that mean you won't be in battle?"
JokerValentine ThatOneLunatic

 

[JokerValentine]

ThatOneLunatic Malice Queen

Honus decided to bite, and took the special letter from the seemingly special man. But such an ego reminded him of who this kid was. Deciding, seemingly to forego the rude comments of geezer to someone who could condemn him to die if he so chose, Honus tore the letter opened. He read it to himself and, with a chuckle, turned to Lucius. "Ah yes, it says right here. Two months," he frowned, "latrine duty, cleaning and digging." He tossed the letter to the ground, knowing full well that he need not respect someone of inferior rank. He was of course blinded in his grief for Syl's condition, as well as the human condition, but perhaps luck would change.

"Report to your latrine, Hood. The lady here speaks you to get lost, and so you shall. And as your commander, if you have no respect for me than I have no use of you as a member of the Hoods. You wouldn't want to be stripped of your title, now would you?" He was certainly enraged by his comments, as well as his demeanor. He indeed had no right to ignore a direct order. And surely the latrines would need to be dug and cleaned regularly. "Now, as you were."