Fantasy Villain's Alliance

[Emperor Shadow IV]

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Villain's Alliance - Countless villains are trapped, left with the option to fight together or perish.

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Villain's Alliance

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Villain's from across the known world and galaxies have all been...

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Welcome to

Villain's Alliance

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Villain's from across the known world and galaxies have all been transported, stranded, mysteriously in a solitary location - an unknown dungeon. The dungeon smells of age, and its stone walls feel enchanted to the touch. It is a place of ancient mystery and magic, each room revealing a new surprise or deathly sight. Here the collective fates of the villains shall be decided, whether they escape and live, or wallow in misery and die, lost in the catacombs of the immortal prison.





A wrinkled piece of parchment is found in the possession of each villain stranded here, and flatly, in blue ink, it reads:


"To all ye who are present, this is a treat. Fight one another or move alone, you will die. Ally together and survive, you will be freed. If you can make it out alive, that is."


The choice is before all now.

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This RP shall follow a loose plot system, headed by either (or both, depending who's online) @Akihito or I. Players are free to do absolutely whatever in the dungeon with their characters as long as it does not contradict the rules/regulations. Guidance of the plot will be more behind-the-scenes work, so with that in mind, roleplay openly! Suggestions and ideas for the plot are also welcome!


Each room of the dungeon is different, each room holds a new surprise and a different aroma. No two stones can be found to be alike, and likewise, no room can be counted on to remain where you last found it. Traps and devices of death are plentiful, and so may be the lethal creatures that inhabit the darkness. The villains must be ready for anything.


The starting room is as follows, but all else is a mystery.

Villian's Rules

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1. Villains aren't restricted by period, age, universe, etc. They can be whoever, whatever, and from wherever.
   
2. All villains must be original. We can't have existing characters such as Black Mask, Dr. Doom, Darth Vader, etc.
   
3. No overpowered or unrealistic villains. Each character must have their flaws and imperfections, despite what massive "other" dimension they rule over with an iron fist.
   

Rules of the Common

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1. No one-liners please. Posts should be around 2 paragraphs at minimum, but depending there can be exceptions.
   
2. Players can hold 1x1 conversations between their characters for a little while, but please do not go too far without interacting with other characters or waiting for the other players to post.
   
3. No one's writing is perfect, but as your author has OCD, I'd like to ask for no chat speak. ^^'
   
4. Please use your common sense, and if there is a problem between you and any other user(s) take it to PMs instead of cluttering the RP or OOC threads.
   
5. Likewise to rule #4, respect other users in the RP.
   
6. Bunnying, aka using/taking control of another player's character, isn't allowed without first gaining that player (or user's) consent.
   
7. All RpN rules apply, and because this is still rated a Teen roleplay, please keep profane language to a minimum.
   
8. We will be roleplaying in the third person past tense.
   
9. Lastly, enjoy!
   

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.


- Genesis 1:1-5


Suddenly, what was light was darkness. What was night was day. What was the world as they knew it was gone. They stared into a void - emptiness.


The heavens and the earth, they clashed together. Reality was darkness and impure light, shed through shadow that had no origin.


Warped, twisted, figures danced in the swirling void - the endless night.


Nothing but silence.


Then . . . a voice. Sudden, deep, yet sharp. It echoed and filled what seemed to be all of time and space. There was no corner that it did not reach, and no shadow that it did not upturn. But what it said could not be heard or separated from the agonizing, petrifying screams that followed in its wake.


Nothing but maddening screams.


What was darkness was light. What was day was night. What was the world as they knew it had changed. They stared into . . .


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Kaine awoke with a start, a cold, grimy substance caressing his cheek. His vision was blurred by darkness, and his head ached so that he couldn't lift it. His body was also weak and cold, chilled to the very bone, and no matter his efforts, it couldn't be lifted either. Was he lying down? Where was his sword? There were noises surrounding him. Some of them sounded remotely human, but others were more monstrous and guttural than human. Whatever they were, the impenetrable darkness remained a barrier to all that lied beyond Kaine - powerless and lying face forward on cold stone. Everything was shadow.


Then, he began to recall it. Before all of this there had also been immeasurable darkness. With it came strange and twisted images, somehow visible in the shadow, and a voice had called out to him. It was deep and reverberating, echoing throughout every corner of space; just the tone and sound itself was menacing. It could not be properly heard, however. Screams of the tortured and dying drowned out its speech and filled Kaine's head with throbbing pain. But just as it had begun, everything turned bright and blinding, and then . . . darkness.


Suddenly, a more high-pitched and prominent noise sounded around Kaine. Forcefully, as if a hand thrust it up, his head lifted from the grimy stone, and all at once his surroundings came into contrast. He was in a dimly lit chamber, marked by various statues and a menacing portcullis, also a stairwell leading into shadow behind. Ghostly blue light came from behind the portcullis, but so dense was it that, like a fog, it could not be seen past. Kaine struggled towards it with all his might, coughing and wheezing, yet, despite his efforts, his legs were frozen. A heavy lump swelled in his throat. He wished to yell, but no sound came. He was in a nightmare - a victim in a horrific dream. Only, was this a nightmare, or was this reality?


The high-pitched noise became clearer now, causing Kaine's eyes to widen in shock. It was distant and it echoed, but it was still distinctive. The laughter of a baby. It continued on for several moments before vanishing. As it did, the spell upon Kaine's frozen legs broke, his throat was cleared. All at once he fell to his knees and coughed hoarsely into the palm of his hand.


The monstrous noises around the overlord had also ceased, leaving the chamber in total silence. It was unnerving to be left without even the creaking of a door, or the slight pad of footsteps. Sound changed one's surroundings entirely, and to be surrounded by noise one moment and the next utter silence, it was as well as turning a blank page.


Kaine lifted his head, struggled to his feet. He staggered on his skinny legs, nearly falling, managing to stay upright only by way of a sheath hanging from his waist. Miraculously, his sword was at his side, but it did nothing to comfort him now. The menacing portcullis still loomed before him, and the pale blue light behind it. "Where . . . am I?" The question that had been dying to be asked now forced its way out of Kaine's mouth. Racking his brain for memories or information was of no use; he could not even recall where he had been early that day . . . or night. "Where?" he coughed, shielding his mouth with an elbow.


A light weight was felt suddenly in his coat's breast pocket. Raising an eyebrow, Kaine focused his attention on retrieving it with a shaky hand. His fingers slipped into the pocket, groping around for the mysterious object, and returning victorious with a crumpled ball of paper. Even more curious now, Kaine carefully flattened out the parchment on the cold stone floor. Once he finished, it read:


"To all ye who are present, this is a treat. Fight one another or move alone, you will die. Ally together and survive, you will be freed. If you can make it out alive, that is."


A chill ran down Kaine's spine.


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@Akihito @Xibilation @wiratomkinder @Mikailgirl @Queen Rai @AuroreZell @MoxieDov @The One Eyed Bandit @Terrarkul

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

Emperor Shadow IV updated Villain's Alliance with a new update entry:


Let the Game Begin!

Greetings, everyone. Your host Emperor Shadow IV here.
The RP has officially started, and everything is as follows:


The villains have all been transported to the same point in the dungeon after experiencing a strange dream-like vision. Memories of their pasts or where they were before this may or may not still be with them. Miraculously though, it would appear their clothing, weapons, and most prized possessions remain with them.


A piece of paper has been mysteriously placed on the person of...

Read the rest of this update entry...

 

[JayGatsby]

The Mad Wolf of Blaenau Ffestiniog stirred.


At this point, he was in human form. He preferred to spend as much time as he could in wolf form, but when he slept, he always shifted back. It bothered him, but it wasn't under his control. He was dressed in plaid pajamas and a dark red robe, and when he woke, he blinked, sleepily.


"The 'ell?" he growled. Much cursing and grumbling in Welsh followed, as he attempted to get his bearings.


He pushed his hair back with one hand, looking around the chamber. There were a bunch of... humans in there, though he couldn't tell whether most of them were wizards or Muggles.


"Just my luck."


Was this the Department of Mysteries? He suspected it might be, from the blue light and the general eeriness of the place, but he'd never been there. If he was, that was a very bad sign, and he wouldn't even be able to count on his pack to get him out. You couldn't Apparate into or out of there, after all.


Ieuan reached for his wand, and cursed when he wasn't there. He pulled himself up and took a deep breath, turning to the only other awake person.


"I don't s'pose you know what's going on?"

 

[Terrarkul]

Luce groans and rolls over, still fast asleep. Unfortunately for her, the jeweled dagger at her belt is moved into an awkward position, its hilt poking at her stomach, and she returns to laying on her back.


As she shifts, her arm lands on something squelchy, which finally makes her jolt awake. She sits bolt upright, reflexively retracting her arm to her chest.


She scowls in disgust. "What the ****?" She exclaims, but as she looks around, her expression changes to one of shock. "What the ****..."

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Alice rose up from where she was sitting, she'd had a particularly rough trip and was having trouble standing on two feet, looking around she noticed several other unconscious forms scattered around the room, and two unsavory men gaining their bearings on the other side of the room.


She'd landed in one of the darker corners of the room, and thankfully no one else seemed to notice her. In her current state she wasn't in a condition to call up any of her familiars, if anyone here decided to do away with her she would have no method of defending herself. Taking a closer look around the room and taking in its layout, she supposed she could retreat up that portcullis if worst came to worst.


After having regained her balance one of the two men, wearing pajamas of all things spoke 'I don't s'pose you know what's going on?'. So, she wasn't the only one brought here so.. suddenly, deciding to wait and listen for a moment more before she introduced herself she sunk into the shadows, doing her best not to be seen.

 

[Mikailgirl]

Nightshade slowly awoke and blinked. This wasn't her home. As she stood she noticed other in the room with her, mainly the good looking guys. She shook her head, where was she and why was she here. Nightshade stuck out like a sore thumb with her pick locks and school girl outfit. She shivered it wasn't really that cold but she wasn't covered much and she felt a chill. She begin to walk almost falling before straighten up to the middle of the room. It was the most lighted part and she really couldn't see all that well in the dark. She gave another look over with better light this time..huh who were all these people and why were they here. The felt something drop from her skirt and bend t pick it up. It was a simple piece of paper by the words on it somehow filled her with wary, "To all ye who are present, this is a treat. Fight one another or move alone, you will die. Ally together and survive, you will be freed. If you can make it out alive, that is." Whatever was going on Nightshade knew she would need allies.

 

[Akihito]

"To all ye who are present, this is a treat. Fight one another or move alone, you will die. Ally together and survive, you will be freed. If you can make it out alive, that is."


Alexander Raynewood awoke from his deep sleep. He was in a chamber with others who were also beginning to wake up. It definitely wasn't the hotel he had just checked into, not only that, he knew none of these people. This was not a prank as he did not have any friends. Had he finally been caught? No that wasn't it, this was something else.. Something more powerful.. All of this went through his mind despite just waking up. He immediately noticed the rest of the people, they were all dressed in such different ways. Some even seemed to be from some fantasy era. This was definitely not something a human came up. That gave Alexander no comfort.


He sat up, his face never betraying any emotion. However he was definitely confused and was frustrated by this but he was careful not to show it. Alex suddenly realized he was clutching something in his hand. He turned to his left and realized he was holding the strap of his bag that held many of his weapons. Alex calmly observed his "companions". They all seemed to be very surprised so he knew that none of them had any idea what this was so he could not assume anyone in this room had done this.


It will take me exactly 7 seconds to assemble the pistol. 2 seconds to load. Half a second to fire. How many are dangerous and how many are useless.





Some of the people had weapons as he did so he was careful not to reveal his. He'd rather be mistaken as someone weak. It would either save him as people may not bother with him until later, or it will reveal to him who is worthy of a bullet in their head first off. Alex checked his jacket sleeve. His piercing dagger was still attached and ready to spring out. At least he had a weapon ready immediately. Everything was still confusing him but he stood up.


"Who are you all? Does anyone know why we are here? What must we do?" He said quietly. Not one to usually engage in conversation but the situation wasn't exactly normal.

 

[Xibilation]

The Fictor woke up with a start.


She had been leaning against a cold, wet, stone wall, and her face stung. She, not being one for pajamas, was in a proper summer dress with a blouse on top. Her skirts were cut off on the bottom, ending just below her knees. The x shaped scars covering her body shone in the half light, and she quickly stood up, pink hair messed up from sleeping.


There were people around her waking up, each of them looking more dangerous than the last. The Fictor assumed they were in a chamber of some sort with stone walls. She saw a few of the waking people draw their weapons, and The Fictor quickly drew one of her skinning knives from her right boot, then slid it up her sleeve, so it was ready when she needed it. She was tempted to make all of the people fall back asleep so she could escape, but the ones who were already awake were too aware to manipulate, plus a note on her boot caught her eye.


"To all ye who are present, this is a treat. Fight one another or move alone, you will die. Ally together and survive, you will be freed. If you can make it out alive, that is."


The Fictor was stunned. Cooperate? With people? Oh boy.

 

[JayGatsby]

"In answer to your question," Ieuan said to the stranger, "I don't know why we're here or what's happening, no."


He had a Welsh accent as broad as a barn.


"This may or may not be the Department of Mysteries. But I don't know why they'd drag in a bunch of- well, ordinary folk."


He shoved his hands in the pockets of his robe. He didn't have his wand, so he couldn't shed some light on the situation.


"...Either way, my name's Ieuan." He pronounced it like "Yay-yan". It was a pretty common Welsh name, so he wasn't too worried about getting caught... and if someone needed to get his attention, the fraction of a second remembering a fake name would take could cost him dear.

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

Mere moments after reading the mystery note, Kaine heard the murmurs and shuffle of other people. His head snapped to attention, his body immediately tense, adrenaline and the overlord's natural survival instincts kicking in. Already, without any consciousness of the act, his hand was placed upon the hilt of his katana. His ears were straining to hear the slightest sound, from a floorboard creaking to the scuttle of mice. Slowly, yet surely, he raised himself to his feet, still facing the portcullis. He scanned either side of him carefully yet quickly, and then, hand still on the hilt of his sword, turned around.


"I don't s'pose you know what's going on?"


Kaine blinked, a man in pajamas and a red robe before him - sporting an outrageous hairdo and beard. The immediacy of the man's question caught the Acerbus off guard, for what was a brief moment causing him to be speechless. In that moment he appeared a savage threat - ice cold eyes, hand upon sword, a menacing look upon his face. His recovery was quick though, but he only offered a shake of his head and turned away to scan the room for other individuals. This one, Kaine thought, won't attack me . . . yet. If there are others though . . . He trailed off in thought, only concerned about the number of enemies. The note he received had placed pressure on the point of allies, but Kaine wouldn't deal with allies until he had dealt with enemies first. Such were his methods.


A man, half hidden by shadow and wearing entirely black, spoke up from his position. He was quiet, but the silence enveloping the room lent Kaine's ears the ability to pick out his words.


"Who are you all? Does anyone know why we are here? What must we do?"


The words "What must we do?" brought Kaine into worrying thought. What was the meaning of it all? The strange dream-like vision, the screams, the laughter, and the pale blue light still glowing from beyond the gate, what were they? "What . . . indeed," Kaine said, sighing. He couldn't answer his own question nor the other man's.


"This may or may not be the Department of Mysteries. But I don't know why they'd drag in a bunch of- well, ordinary folk," the man from before chimed in.


"Department of Mysteries?" Kaine puzzled. "What is this?! You know why we're here?" His voice rose on its own accord and the fingers gripping his weapon's hilt tightened.


"...Either way, my name's Ieuan."


He introduces himself immediately, Kaine thought. There were some, evidently, more open and less cautious than he.

 

[JayGatsby]

Ieuan nodded.


"Yeah. ...It's a long story, probably. If it is the place I think it is, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I'm deeply sorry. If it's any consolation, once they figure it out, they'll wipe your memory."


He let out a deep breath. There were two, maybe three people in here that he thought could be purebloods, and he knew he'd have to keep a close eye on them. But there was no point in antagonizing them.


"Unless we get out of here," he added. "Which I intend to do. Who's with me?"

 

[Terrarkul]

Luce read her own note, and quickly discarded it.


After hearing Ieuan introduce himself, Luce stood up, brushed off her dress, and introduced herself. "Princess Regent Lucina Dakarim. Not that I need introducing." She kept a hand on the hilt of her dagger, just in case, seeing as she didn't know why she was brought here nor by whom, just like the others. What she did have were suspicions, and most of them didn't bode well for her chances of surviving.


"Unless we get out of here, which I intend to do. Who's with me?", Ieuan said.


She replied "I am all for escaping this place. ...You do know a way out, don't you?"

 

[Mikailgirl]

Nightshade stares at them before looking at the note..together huh but why us..something is connecting us. She gasp loudly before looking around. Nobody sounds nice..everyone sounded mean or even had a weapon...this was not a group of good people..not at all. She brushes her skirt off and smiles, "Hello everyone I'm Nightshade please to meet everyone." If they wanted to survive, that had to learn to trust each other and for bad people that's very hard.

 

[JayGatsby]

"While I can't say I know a way out," Ieuan admitted, "I've been in the Ministry building before. It's a matter of finding an elevator, that's all."


He let out a deep breath. He'd last been there on a reconnaissance trip for a mission that never materialized, and while it wasn't like the Ministry changed often, he was sure under Shacklebolt they'd heightened their security.


"...Is it just me, or are a lot of you American?" he added.

 

[Xibilation]

"While I can't say I know a way out," Ieuan admitted, "I've been in the Ministry building before. It's a matter of finding an elevator, that's all."
He let out a deep breath. He'd last been there on a reconnaissance trip for a mission that never materialized, and while it wasn't like the Ministry changed often, he was sure under Shacklebolt they'd heightened their security.


"...Is it just me, or are a lot of you American?" he added.

The Fictor walked over, listening to the conversation of a few people. As they were talking, someone itched their leg, and The Fictor froze, twitched, then staring at them with a murderous gaze until they stopped. Then, as if nothing happened, she continued listening.


"...Is it just me, or are a lot of you American?" A rather hairy man asked, and The Fictor frowned.


"What's an American?"

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

((Watch the short posts, guys. ))


Kaine rolled his eyes. They were fools, all of them! His best course of action would be to kill them all, there and then. If any could withstand the taste of his blade, then perhaps they could chit-chat pleasantly and talk of alliances. If not, then circumstances were even simpler, and his only worry would be escape. But if even that were impossible, then at least he would die alone among the blood of his foes.


A conversation ensued between the others, hopping from introductions to plans of escape, and although a couple of names perked Kaine's ears, he kept his distance from the others and paid little attention to what they were saying. This was either all a hoax, or something far worse than Kaine could imagine. Due to what had happened thus far, he garnered the sinking feeling that he had been drugged, then left here with a lot of lunatics. What was most curious about that idea though had to be, for one, the note, and then secondly the fact he still possessed his sword. If he wasn't mistaken, the others likely possessed weapons as well, though they did better to conceal them than he.


The ghostly light from behind the portcullis remained the brightest thing within sight, its pale glow shining upon the conversing group of villains and Kaine himself. Still it seemed others lurked in the shadows, plotting. Kaine's menacing glare scanned every visible corner of the room, then peered into what dark areas his vision could not pierce. He wanted to catch any all movement that could pose as a threat to himself.


"Enough of the idle chat," he said to the others, looking and speaking in the opposite direction of which they were gathered. "There are others here still, have you forgotten?"





Drawing his sword, Kaine advanced a few steps. His eyes were entirely focused on the shadows of the room before him. "Death to all who refuse to reveal themselves now!" he cried out.

 

[Akihito]

"Death to all who refuse to reveal themselves now!"


In a flash Alex reached into his bag and assembled his gun in the exact time he estimated and then loaded it. He proceeded to point it at at the man who shouted a challenge to the others who still hid. Without any emotion he stared at the man without flinching or blinking.


"Who made you leader? Do you presume to challenge everyone in this room? Put down the sword. You think you can threaten everyone with just you? Think a bit and remember where you are. We don't know this place, we don't know you, and you don't know us. Some of us are dangerous. More so than others. You heard the voice, work together as a team. I don't like teams. I like living though. I'm sure you do to." Alexander said quietly.


He wasn't defending people ore even protecting people. Alex had already decided that there was no way out without working together. If this fool thought to start a fight already, perhaps blood had to be shed before cooperation would come. Alexander never minded a bit of blood.

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

A smile parted Kaine's lips at the man's words, spreading into a hideous grin. He took a step in his direction but stopped there, sword drawn and poised at the ready. "Those who hide in shadow," he began, the smile still upon his face, "are those who threaten life. I am shadow, boy, and I won't have any other shadows stabbing my back."





Kaine chuckled, cocking his head slightly to the side. The man's gun was pointed directly at his chest. If fired accurately, he'd most likely be dead in the blink of an eye, but he wasn't standing where he was now because his life was never put to the test of danger.


"Dangerous . . . " Kaine mused. "Some of us, that we are."





Blood!





There wasn't even the slightest sound as Kaine's foot left the stone floor, as he propelled himself through the air. He had made a rapid dash to the side to avoid being hit by the initial bullet, then hopped back again to avoid the next, repeating a series of rapid dashes ending in a straight line towards Alex. His sword was held with both hands at his side, prepared to make a slice that would end the man's life in a fatal blow to the chest.


@Akihito

 

[JayGatsby]

Ieaun rolled his eyes.


If anyone's going to be leader of this pack... he thought, and mentally snarled. Damn, these people were morons- or at least, Kaine was. A child with only one shift under its belt could have told them that the best course of action was to cooperate and survive. Shouting, threatening each other, all of it was a waste of time, and would alert anyone else there to their presence.


Then the man leaped to attack.


Quick as a flash, he shifted, rushing to meet Kaine and tackle him. This man was crazy and needed to be stopped. He'd only put the group in danger. The pack's survival was more important than any single wolf.

 

[Xibilation]

The Fictor hissed as the three men started to fight, and her knife was very ready to fall into her hand, her cleaver just a reach over to its sheath. A smile remained stretched across her face, however- why should anyone know it ticked her off? They annoyed her with their egotistic shouting, and her finger started twitching. Then her eyes. Then her head. Finally, she decided not to watch it any more- she couldn't do anything about it since she was just a woman.


Her fingers itched to draw blood, as she normally wanted to do when annoyed. She looked around at the tall, shadowed people around her, and noticed none of them were paying attention to her. The Fictor grinned and twirled a piece of pink hair around her finger. Her eyes were a bright red, as they always were when she needed to draw blood, and she slunk away to the shadows, still grinning.


Taking her knife, twitching with excitement, she cut a fresh X on her forearm, then, after looking around and making sure no one was watching. As the blood droplets formed, she felt instantly relieved, and she slowly stopped twitching. Then, she bit her lip and lifted her knife to collect the droplets on the shiny metal, watching with fascination as they rolled on the blade. Her eyes faded back to their normal blue color.


She heard a loud thud, and her head snapped up, eyes trained on the fighters. Then, she decided to entertain herself. She couldn't make them fall asleep since they had too much adrenaline running through them, but hey, she could still make them a tad bit fatigued....

 

[Akihito]

"Dangerous... Some of us, that we are."





The man dashed toward Alex with amazing speed. He would've slashed his chest open had not a man shifted into an animal and tackled the man before he reached Alex. Alexander did not flinch and only calmly looked as the two wrestled on the ground. He shifted his sleeve and his blade retracted from where he had prepared to defend himself. Although a gun in hand, it meant nothing up close and with an opponent faster than your eye can follow. Alexander had thought that if this were the case, his dagger must be up. The man moved faster than he had anticipated but Alex was satisfied that it had happened according to what he had thought. However the other man intervening was just mere luck. His dagger would come out another time perhaps..


"Fool. Your emotions cloud your judgement. I admire your skill but it is wasted on a man like you. Filth." Alexander said without changing his expression. He holstered his gun and turned away from them.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

"Death to all who refuse to reveal themselves now!"


One of the men in the center of the room seemed to be taking the initiative, trying to scare out anyone who was, like her, hiding in the shadows. Deciding it would be the best course of action to not put her life at risk just yet, people tended not to swing at a girl who looked as young as her, but you could never be too careful and that sword looked extremely sharp.


Exiting her hiding place into the dim light of the room, at around the same time the blonde haired man dashed towards the other, whom was holding some foreign sort of contraption, though he seemed as good as dead the redhead changed form, becoming a fearsome looking lupine creature, tackling him mid strike presumably saving the other mans life.


Waving to the crowd as things settled down she introduced herself "Hellooooo, Everyone! Can we tone down the violence for a minute and introduce ourselves?" Grinning as she spoke, with the way things were getting started this was going to be an interesting show indeed.

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

Before he knew it, a large hairy beast threw the entirety of its massive body weight upon him, throwing Kaine to the ground. He struggled beneath the weight of his opponent, his arms pinned to the floor and his sword useless, yielding little success. There was an evident difference between the strength of a beast and that of a mere man.


"Fool. Your emotions cloud your judgement."


Snarling, he glared at the man viciously. "Filth?" he scoffed. "Pah!"


Using the hilt of his katana, he thrust it against the beast's chest, managing to throw it off temporarily and allowing his own escape. Small beads of sweat formed upon the enraged overlord's brow, trickling down the sides of his face, as he hoisted himself to a standing position to face the beast before him. It was a wolf, but far larger and fiercer than any Kaine had seen throughout his life. He panted, lowering himself into an offensive stance in case the wolf, or his previous opponent, made a move. His eyes were trained on them both, but neither seemed content to make a move.


Another new voice joined the crowd, higher-pitched and merrier than Kaine's ears would've liked.


"Hellooooo, Everyone! Can we tone down the violence for a minute and introduce ourselves?" it called.


Kaine's head jerked in the speaker's direction - a girl with pink hair and ruby eyes. She seemed a tad more tasteful than the others, at least brightening up the room with colors other than black, and, although her voice was obnoxious, she didn't make Kaine want to kill her straight off. Hmph, he thought, perhaps these conditions aren't entirely in my favor after all . . . His glance immediately shifted to the wolf, producing a sneer. Well, I'll bide my time. Glancing towards the pink-haired girl, Kaine took a step back from his opponents and sheathed his katana. For him, the slaughter would have to wait.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Suddenly, Kikran, who had been in another room, burst out, screeching. "Where the bloody hell am I?!" he shouted, both of his heads swiveling around, watching the people in the room. He held his staff in his other hand, putting the end of it on the floor, the crystals, pointing up. "Who the bloody hell are you?" He asked, his large blue wings folding behind him. "The bloody hell is this?!" 
He was extremely confused. Just a few seconds earlier, he had been in an intense magical duel with a Mage of the Light, and now, he was here, in where ever this was, with all of these people who looked like loonies. He looked over, seeing a wolf of some sort, and pointed his staff at the creature. "You! Mutt! Tell me where I am! And why I have been brought here!" he shouted, his other head turning, looking at the pink hair girl, before it too shouted. "And who are all of you nutjobs?"