Character Castle 2.5
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Dear readers,
Recently, my sister, Cathy, asked me about inviting the Famous (is that the word) Lord Castle into this chaos. After a talk, I mentioned I would be bringing an entity similar to Lord Castle into this. Well, I’d like to say more, but I have characters to write, chaos to unleash, and a FEW VAULTS TO BLOW UP WITH TNT AND MADNESS! *Clears throat*, well, here’s an update.
Ragnarok, the destructive and insane brother of Cathy.Although he now had a splitting headache, Arsene arose with little difficulty. As a dragon changeling, Arsene could shift parts of his body to that of a black dragon’s. Before falling, he changed part of his body to avoid breaking something. It had nearly work, but Arsene’s head still hurt. In any other situation, Arsene would have used his power to heal himself, but he wasn’t sure if he was alone. Luckily, because he fell of the embankment (Cliff!), he was almost sure he shook the police off his trail. Just to be safe though, Arsene started to walk away. He would have loved to use his motorbike again, but it looked like it was damaged. Taking his sword, Arsene walked away. Coming to a street, Arsene immediately knew where he was. He was back in Mithril, the capital of Aesgar. Mischievously smirking, Arsene entered like he owned the city.
Jacob Baron, the manager of the bank, sat in his chair, fully relaxed. Through trickery and scandal, Baron had climbed to the top in society, becoming the most wealthy man in Mithril. Everything was going well for that day, until…
“Sir,” Baron’s secretary started, “There’s a letter for you, it just arrived.”
Curious as to who would write him a letter, Baron asked. “Who’s it from?”
Within seconds, the secretary answered. “No return address.”
“Send it in.”
In a moment, the clerk entered, handing Baron the letter. Opening it, Baron saw an Ace of Hearts. It was from a classical French card deck, although there was a message on this one.Dear Baron, I paid your bank a visit a week ago. While I was there, I observed the art gallery. The silver and gold chess board is quite pleasant to look at, as well as the beautiful rare coin collection. And the six foot tapestry (six by twelve to be specific), it charms me with its magnificent design. I even had the pleasure of seeing your vault, full of gold, bronze, and silver solidus. There is even a gold and platinum statue of King Odin and Queen Valkyrie, the first elven rulers. Undeniably, these are the stolen treasures and laundered money I hear you have. You shall deliver ALL the previously mentioned items to the Wildcard Cafe, or I shall TAKE ALL THE ITEMS MYSELF. Sincerely, Arsene Lupin
PS: do not send me the painting of King Odin and Queen Valkyrie, which is beside their statues. You were scammed in that deal, as the painting is a forgery. Hence, I doubt its quality.Words could not describe the horror on Baron’s face. He had heard of the infamous gentleman thief Arsene Lupin. The young man who had bested all his elders, humiliated all his enemies, and didn’t even break a sweat in all these feats. Nobody knew where Arsene came from, nor why he resembled the respectable detective, Sherlock Holmes. However, for anyone who had business in the criminal underworld, Arsene was a disaster. If Arsene was on the move, Baron would need to get him before he arrived. But how?
“So let me get this strait,” Sherlock started, “You wish me to catch a mystery bandit, when you already have state of the art security, which you customized to be impenetrable?”
“Correct.” Baron answered, “I will pay you well.”
“Sorry, but I’ll look for a better deal, you’ll be alright.”
Baron refused to take no for an answer. “The thief is Arsene Lupin!”
There was a pause, before Sherlock added. “I’ll be right there. I’m going to bring a friend with me.”
Hanging up, Sherlock thought over this. His brother was already releasing chaos and anarchy. How the heck was Arsene, no, Saga, enjoying this? Every day of his life, Saga was stirring up untamable disorder. Sherlock knew better this time. He wasn’t going to take on Saga by himself. It was time to call a friend.Taking his phone, Sherlock dialed a number. “Hello? Hi, Rook. Look, you remember my brother, right? Yes, please come and give me a hand. Thank you.”
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Rook Casse
Personality: responsible, hero complex, (Arsene: terrible at lying), far too open at times.
Description: long black hair, which tied in a ponytail, taller than Arsene (6’2 to be exact), around nineteen.
Species: Fairy
Weapon: Odachi with a length of six feet.Crorie Casse
Personality: calm (Arsene: tires to act like a robot), emotionally reserved, professional.
Description: Similar in height to Arsene, short, messy black hair. One purple eye, while the other is concealed by part of her hair.
Species: Dark elf/fairy.
Weapon: war fan (which can form energy kuni)/shield hidden in her umbrella.Sherlock arrived at Baron’s bank, entering with Rook and Crorie. Rook wore a pair of jeans with a T-shirt and an unzipped jacket. In his left hand, there was a long sword, which was equal in height to its user.
Rook’s sister, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Instead, Crorie had a skirt and a button up shirt, with a black suit. Completing her outfit, Crorie had a small top hat (which was suspiciously similar to the one Arsene wore). She carried an umbrella in her left hand, while the other held her war fan.
Baron, anxious, noticed the three. “Hello Sherlock, I was waiting for you.”
“Please,” Sherlock interrupted, “Cease the idle chatter. Show me the calling card Arsene sent.”
Instead of complying, the annoying Baron said. “I’m sorry, but the letter is no longer in my possession.”Cursing under his breath, Sherlock demandingly asked. “Tell me what items Arsene is targeting, if your brain dead mind can remember it, sir.”
Sherlock knew fully well that Baron was hiding something, but this could be his chance to catch Arsene. He could care less about what valuable treasures Baron may have, as long as he could get his hands on Arsene.
Dealing away with worthless conversation, Baron got to the point. “Arsene has threatened to rob me, if I do not send the desired treasures to him. He had chosen the most costly and valued ones. I lose confidence in my security, simply because of who the thief is.”
“What was he after?” Sherlock asked.
Baron listed objects which many considered to be of immeasurable value. Half of it probably already stolen goods, perhaps smuggled or illegally purchased.
“I hope you understand my worries,” Baron went on and on, “Investors are coming today, so it would be embarrassing if Arsene were to walk in here and steal as he pleases.”
Nodding with understanding, Sherlock added. “I get that. Don’t worry, I’ll catch him.”
There was an almost reassuring pause, until a sound of laughter could be heard. It was coming from upstairs, at the second floor. On the roof, a huge image of an Ace of Diamonds was projected, along with a message.
Dear Baron and Co.
First of all, Sherlock, you should know that the first letter I sent to the Baron mentioned all his illegal deeds, including smuggling gold, precious paintings, ancient relics, along with many other items. The list of crimes he has committed could go on and on.
Now back to business. I do not see my demands being met, hence I will carry out my threat. Sherlock and his friends have three hours to catch me. After three hours, all treasures will be removed from the bank.
With honesty, Arsene Lupin.
The projector shut off, with the insane cackling. Arsene was on the move. Sherlock would have to hurry.
As Sherlock planned his next move, the door opened.
“Pardon me,” Baron said, “That’s my meeting. The security has been raised, but my men shouldn’t bother you. I hear they had to call a repairman, but he is not here yet.”
Baron then left, going upstairs to his office. Sighing, Sherlock gave his orders. “Rook, preform some recon on the gallery. Crorie, trace that projector if you can. I’m going to check the cameras.”
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Okay, we’re back and ready for trouble. BUT, it will be a different trouble this time. I have recently received an announcement from Lord Castle’s successor. Here’s what he has to say.
Dear characters,
I have seen the darkness of your worlds and I will expose it. Nobody in this world matters, because all are evil at heart. My demands are simple. I want Jacob Baron to be dead within five days. If he is not dead after five days, I will eliminate Arsene, Alessio Eliakim, and one random character in the Character Castle 2.5.
The formless given form, the temptation and darkness, Amnesia.Now the stakes have been set. Personally, I don’t think we should give into Amnesia’s demands, so lets find him. However, we must encounter him within five days. Keep in mind, he will likely be far more powerful than any characters we have or ever will have. Here’s some data on him.
Amnesia:
Power: essence stealing:
Can steal other powers and abilities, regardless of their nature.
Known powers are darkness manipulation, all forms of elemental manipulation, illusion manipulation.
Weapon: uses an eight foot odachi in his true form.
Appearance: changes to match a characters inner demons.
Personality: emotionless.World: ???
P.S. I can message Amnesia, but only once a day.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
I’ma just gonna land here in this place that’s being robbed, I’m assuming it is now part of the Castle. If my assumption’s wrong, tough you should explain better! 😉
Also I’m finishing a scene from Fantasy Character Castle to drop my character in. 😊
It was cold, and cramped.
Alessio knew he needed to calm down. This wasn’t working, he had to keep moving. He was dizzy and nauseous, it so dark he could be walking through pitch. Breathe sharp, cuttingly cold. Function, he had to keep functioning.
‘Useless.’
He wouldn’t be able to process more pain, so he tried to fixate on every abusive word to numb out. Not all the way, just enough to make it through this. It cut like he was disconnected from the past and the present at once, and he could watch it all at once like a sick tale.
‘Not human, just a weapon…’
He expected himself not to feel a thing, he was slipping into the persona he used to click into a façade of confidence and cold, calculating logic. A persona he hated with a passion, but needed all too often.
But that didn’t happen this time.
This time hashing through his memories caused an entirely different sort of pain. Disbelief, he’d never fully processed what had happened. But by comparison, it was beginning to sink in.
I wasn’t a monster, I didn’t deserve your hate back then!
It had been normal. But it wasn’t, it wasn’t what everyone went through. He hadn’t realized how much he’d lost the chance to ever become. People had taken that from him, for no reason.
And they got away with it, were still getting away with it.
“I’ve failed,”
Behind him, Nithel’s voice. The cold façade he was trying to coax himself slipped between his fingers.
“I’ve failed so badly, Giver of Life. Oh, Holy One…”
Alessio froze.
The tunnel was beginning to swirl but he figured that was just his imagination. He felt sick enough he thought he was going to die, but they had to keep moving.
Nithel was saying something else, but Alessio didn’t hear it because the entire world blurred.
In the next instant they were somewhere else entirely, a kind of room he’d never seen before. Large and pristine but completely alien from the lavish expanse of castles. Four people already in the room, one girl, all of them dressed in the strangest attire.
Alessio heard Nithel behind him and gripped his arm without speaking. Not that he didn’t have anything to say, because he did, as soon as he could. Nausea churned his stomach like a fist twisting his organs apart. He finally cracked and doubled over vomiting.
It wasn’t fair, no one else’s body completely destroyed itself at the slightest trigger.
The thought briefly passed his mind, but he was determined to ignore it. He swallowed the acidic taste in his raw throat, steadily breathing in soft gasps.
“You didn’t…fail…” He managed, slowing each shaky inhale with an effort. “You did your…best, with the experience…and skill…you had at the time…And it wasn’t enough.”
Alessio looked back up at his friend, wishing for the thousandth time he could find the words he was looking for, the ones that could actually communicate his feelings. He just hoped he wasn’t screwing this too.
“Sometimes life doesn’t give you a chance, sometimes it just gives you a choice.” He mumbled, from habit more than intent. “Whether you’re better or worse for the pain. That’s the only choice sometimes.”
I have to believe pain can make you a better person…And not just broken…
He wished he could say something, anything at all that would help. But he just stared at his friend, uncertain about anything he could articulate, it was probably worthless. He just wanted to do something to repay Nithel for all the kindness he’d received.
Then he noticed. Everyone was staring at them.
“The devil are you looking at?!” he snapped “Don’t worry we’re fine, by the way!”
Instinctively, he made half a motion to tug the hood of his cloak a little closer.
That’s when a noise like shrieking feedback from a mic reverberated across the room and a metallic voice broke in.
“Dear characters,”
Alessio’s first thought. Was censored.
“I have seen the darkness of your worlds and I will expose it. Nobody in this world matters, because all are evil at heart. My demands are simple. I want Jacob Baron to be dead within five days. If he is not dead after five days, I will eliminate Arsone, Alessio Eliakim, and one random character in the Character Castle 2.5.
The formless given form, the temptation and darkness. Amnesia.”
*I’ll just see how the chaos breaks out before my character reacts (:*
@ragnarok @hannahrenner @kimlikesartTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Crorie sped upstairs, checking the source of the projections. Until now, she didn’t think Arsene had resurfaced into her life. However, the person who installed these projectors was a cocky little showoff. And Arsene, was a showoff. This looked like something he’d do, if he could get away with it. If Arsene did this, he had to have access to this floor and money to purchase the equipment. Likely, the source of the money was questionable. But it didn’t matter if Crorie couldn’t confirm the robber to be Saga Longwei. Finding the nearest projector, Crorie investigated. There was a cord connected to it, which went through a window. Opening it, Crorie looked down into the alleyway. She had put the final piece together.
Sherlock Holmes was in the hallway when he heard the voice. He wasn’t sure who it was, but he knew his brother was in danger. And this time, he didn’t know if he would survive. Swiftly, Sherlock ran across the bank like a hound chasing a fox. Where was Arsene hiding now? Undeniably, he was planning something crazy, which would be impossible for anyone else to do. Knowing that the most miniscule of details could provide entry, Arsene would be able to pinpoint a weakness in the security. But where would there be such a hole in the bank’s system. As Sherlock ran, his phone rang.
Answering, Sherlock greeted. “Hello?”
“It’s me, Sherlock.” Crorie said. “I don’t have much time to talk, but I think I found Arsene.”
This was certainly a surprise to Sherlock. He didn’t expect Arsene to move so fast. Sherlock then halted. There was a huge empty space on the wall, about six feet long and twelve feet wide. It WAS were the tapestry hung. It wasn’t there anymore. Instead, there was a French playing card, an Ace of Clubs. Frowning, Sherlock swiped the item.
Dear Baron, I find these stolen trinkets satisfying, but I am not done with the moving process yet. I shall transport the valuable chess board and its pieces to a much more suitable location. Do not fear for them, I shall take good care of them.
Arsene Lupin.Cursing under his breath, Sherlock inquired. “Where’s Arsene?”
Crorie’s response made Sherlock’s day harder. “I want to talk to him first, I’ll bring him to you.”
Crorie hung up. That was the first time in awhile she letter her feelings interfere in her work.Arsene crawled out of the vent, silently reaching the floor below. Surprisingly, it was easy to get through. He had expected things to be harder with all the rumors he heard about the place having state of the art security. Maybe he was just too good. As Arsene removed the glass casing to take the chessboard and its pieces, the lights turned on in the room.
“Evening, Saga.”
Arsene turned his head to see Crorie, who was at the left side of the room. With one hand, she hid part of her face with her fan, while the other hand held her umbrella.
Blushing slightly, Arsene bowed, removing his top hat. “Good evening to you, Lady Crorie.”
Crorie was the only person Arsene referred to with the title lady. They had been friends ever since childhood, along with Sherlock and Rook. Although Crorie had made it clear that such a honorific was not necessary, Arsene continually called her this.
“You haven’t changed much. You’re just as cocky as when I met you.” Crorie stated. “Sherlock is waiting for you.”
Arsene did not like to keep Lady Crorie waiting. She was strong and more than capable of fighting Arsene. Setting the chessboard on the floor, Arsene waited for the trapdoor to kick in.
When it did, taking the treasure with it, Arsene announced. “Very well, I’ll accompany you.”
Obediently, Arsene walked down the hallway. Lady Crorie escorted him, keeping her weapons close.
“Milady,” Arsene started, “I would have no problem taking you with me. You’d never have to work again.”
Lady Crorie answered, being clear. “I’ll stay with my brother and father.”
Although he tried to remain respectful, Arsene said. “I can see that bruise on the back of your neck. You were hit again. I can say without a doubt it was not Rook, he’d never lay a hand on you, but your father…”
Lady Crorie sent an ice cold stare at Arsene, with a clear warning. It was then Arsene decided to drop the subject.You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Arsene walked downstairs with Lady Crorie, coming face to face with Sherlock and Rook.
“Hello, dearest brother of mine. Oh, I see you brought Rook with you.”
“Good evening.” Rook greeted.
Smirking, Arsene waited to see which of the three would speak first. It was Sherlock.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Why yes,” Arsene acknowledged, “Thank you for asking.”
Sighing, Sherlock said. “At least you didn’t get the statues.”
As if on cue, Arsene flicked a copper solidus coin to Sherlock. Sherlock picked it up, investigating it for a few seconds. Arsene put nothing on the coin, rather desiring to see how long it would take for Sherlock to put the pieces together.
“Alright,” Sherlock started, “Where is everything else?”
“What time is it?” Arsene countered with a question.
“Why would you want to know?” Rook demanded.
“Well,” Arsene replied with a hint of satisfaction, “Depending on the time, the goods could still be in Mithril, or out of town, or on the sea.”
Cursing, Sherlock looked at his watch, before saying. “Six thirty.”
Rook almost said something, when he suddenly paused. “Pardon me for a second Sherlock, I think I saw that box move.”
Wait, Arsene thought, that’s not me, I didn’t plan that.
Silently approaching the boxes, Rook moved them, discovering a boy. “Uh…, hello?”
“G-Get away from me!”
“Hey, it’s alright.”
Rook didn’t get to speak any further, because the boy sent a swift kick to his face, when he tried to move closer.
“W-WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TREASURES?!” Baron screamed.
He ran around the place, searching for something that was not there.
“WHERE’S MY PAINTINGS, MY CHESSBOARD, MY STATUES!”
Baron then saw his precious statues, dashing to them and hugging them. Gaining an evil thought, Arsene smiled maliciously.
“I say Mr. Baron,” Arsene added, “Is that a little copper on the king’s crown?”
Baron investigated the piece, suddenly becoming pale. Smiling, he let out a giggle. Finally, Baron and Arsene broke out into laughter (with the formers being out of insanity). While Arsene enjoyed the twist, Baron called out. “GUARDS!”
The guards arrived, being rather quick.
Cackling, Baron shouted. “KILL HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The guards opened fire, when Arsene snatched Lady Crorie’s umbrella, shielding himself and her. Returning the item, Arsene blitzed up the stairs. A shot nearly hit him, when a wall of fire appeared, protecting Arsene. It came from the boy in the boxes, who now appeared terrified. Jumping down, Arsene swiped the boy, before the guards could shoot. Running again, Arsene escaped upstairs, with everyone else chasing him. After making a wrong turn, Arsene found himself cornered at a stain glass window. Arsene wasn’t aware if it was stolen or not, but he was now trapped.
Guards almost shot him, when Baron yelled. “NO YOU IDOTS YOU’LL DAMAGE THE WINDOW! IT COST ME ALMOST A MILLION!”
Suddenly, Arsene acquired a delightful escape route. Shifting part of his body, Arsene rammed into the window, jumping out. Safely, Arsene landed on his feet, discovering a van. With a skeleton key, which he used to steal cars, Arsene hopped inside with the boy. Inserting the key, Arsene cranked the car, before driving away.
When he escaped, an inhuman scream escaped from Baron. Pulling out a detonator, Arsene initiated the final part of his plan. The button triggered fireworks in the distance, which formed a perfect Ace of Spades.
However, there was one thing Arsene wanted to know. Who was the boy? The boy who formed and manipulated fire, saving his life? The boy who was currently with him in the stolen van?You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Ok, I have literally no clue what’s going on…
I’m not killing anyone.
Almost as if reading his thoughts, the world shifted again, into feral darkness.
In a second it’d be over, he’d be somewhere else.
He sucked in a breath, trying not to panic when it didn’t change. Still dark, enclosed. No, this wasn’t happening, it wasn’t! Then he made contact with solid wood on either side.
‘You’re a weapon, and a defec—’ Alessio beat against the wood with all his force, frantically, cursing. Every fragment of logic was lost in sheer panic of it happening again. He tried to pull himself together but every thought was blinding terror.
Luckily, the wood was old and a loud crack snapped as his foot made contact with the corner. A thick bar of light slipped through the hole. Alessio twisted to the side, snapping the side of the box.
“Pardon me for a second, Sherlock, I think I saw that box move.”
Alessio skidded to half-crouch, disoriented. Nithel was nowhere in sight, he was outnumbered from the looks of it, and he was under no delusions of security. It looked like a hostile negotiation, he had his bets he was the item in question.
’A weapon’
Never again.
One of the strangers approached. He won’t go back, he won’t-
“Uh…, hello-?”
“G-get away from me!” He yelled, cornered in the room. Maybe four people here, who knows how many outside. What now? He needed to find an exit. Half his mind was calculating how dangerous each person was, as if anyone could be safe right here. He just had to find his friend. Now how was he going to do that?
“Hey, it’s alright.” Liar.
The man didn’t stop, even if he sounded nice no one was his friend here. At a glance they all had their angles, he needed to get Nithel back. If anything happened to him—
The man got closer and Alessio reflectively sent a kick across his face. Overlapping shouts reverberated across the room but he didn’t pause to listen. He made a dash for the stairs just as more men arrived.
“KILL HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Suddenly the entire world rocked with shrieking, rattling noises Alessio had never in his life experienced. With a cry, he leapt back. Deep holes punctured in the walls with every earthshattering screech. But they weren’t directed at him. At least, not until a darkhaired man with a crooked smirk bolts past him up the stairs.
Stolen goods, that’s what the arrogant man had been screaming about.
It wasn’t about Alessio? Then how the devil did he get here?!
Another round of paralyzing, hellish noise. Alessio flinched violently but the man was still out in the open. He couldn’t watch another person die and he couldn’t get there in time. He shut his eyes, begging something to stop it.
He didn’t realize what he’d done until he opened his eyes to find a blazing wall in front of them.
And the thief locking eyes with him.
Terror shuddered through his veins, but with it the realization that this man was probably the most powerful person in this situation. Which meant he’d be the most likely person to know where Nithel was.
In an instant another volley of rattling screeches and the stranger yanked him up the staircase. Alessio’s other option was to face both sides at once so he kept up, betting the man already had a better escape route planned.
That is, until he skidded to a stop in front of a stained glass window, massive in size.
“NO YOU IDIOTS YOU’LL DAMAGE THE WINDOW! IT COST ME ALMOST A MILLION!”
If Alessio was uncertain before, he absolutely knew how he’d escape now. Apparently, so did the robber.
In an instant, he was flung over a hundred foot drop with reckless abandon, not that it was something he hadn’t done before anyway.
Almost before he knew it, he was propelled into a moving box at a mad, dizzying speed. The closest sensation he could relate to it was seasickness when he was seven or eight. He’d thrown up on the deck and that had put his stepfather in a dangerously foul mood by the time they got back.
Now that they were out of sight of their pursuers, Alessio had no intention of heading wherever nightmare the man was taking him.
Alessio flipped a knife from a hidden pocket and rammed it into his kidnapper’s shoulder in a flash. The man was quick, but not quick enough to completely miss the blow. Alessio was nothing close to an amateur in a fight, but he didn’t predict the vicious swerve of this alien form of transportation.
His opponent seized the advantage to knock him back against the seat but the entire world flipped in on itself, jolting Alessio’s body like a ragdoll. His head collided with the cracked window as the thing crashed, streaking blood in the glass. But then the world froze again, leaving his head ringing, no telling how many bruises and cuts.
Instantaneously, he whipped his bow in front of him notching an arrow directly at the robber before he could even sit up.
His hood only half-covered the bleeding side of his face, although maybe the fresh injury would conceal the old, crimson scar across his forehead, smeared with sweaty, gnarled curls. He hoped so, but he didn’t exactly care so much right now.
“Where’s. My. Friend.” He said through low pants.
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
The world swirled. Nithel’s stomach flipped and he appeared in another room. Giant. With bright walls, almost appearing to be made of ivory or alabaster. The floor was smooth, like ice, with golden designs twirling through it, as if they had been melted into the floor. He blinked rapidly at the sudden light, but the fog of despair did not leave his mind. Was this even still the castle?
Four people were in the room, only one a female. All dressed in clothes he’d never even considered a possibility.
Nithel’s legs felt like dead weights. He just wanted to collapse on the floor, done with all of this. Then he felt Alessio grip his arm. Alessio. Nithel hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until now. He made himself breathe and gently squeezed Alessio’s arm back, heart thundering.
Then Alessio buckled over, causing Nithel to lose his grip on the youth’s arm, and vomit spewed from his mouth. The fog in Nithel’s mind cleared a bit, and he stepped closer, brows arched in concern.
*thoughts* Nithel squeezed Alessio’s arm again, firmer, but still gentle. I’m here. He reached down to offer the hem of his shirt for Alessio to wipe his mouth.
“You didn’t…” Alessio trembled, still staring down at his refuse, “fail…”
Nithel’s chest tightened, and he doubted the youth was speaking to him. But was it too much to hope Alessio would tell his own self these words?
Alessio’s voice shook and his body still trembled from throwing up. He spoke, softly, struggling to wheeze it out. “You did your…best, with the experience…and skill…you had at the time…And it wasn’t enough.” Alessio looked up, eyes understanding. Such a depth to their dark irises.
It was then Nithel knew Alessio was talking to him. Tears touched his eyes. He pressed his lips together and blinked, trying to hold them down. Do you know this about yourself, abni?
“Sometimes life doesn’t give you a chance, sometimes it just gives you a choice.” Alessio mumbled, “Whether you’re better or worse for the pain. That’s the only choice sometimes.”
*many thoughts* Nithel held Alessio’s gaze, feeling so broken. So alone. The smallest smile touched his lips, almost too small to see. A light flickered in the back of his eyes, gratitude. He was about to whisper, Thank you, when Alessio snapped and Nithel jumped.
“The devil are you looking at?!” Nithel looked at the strangers Alessio was speaking to. “Don’t worry, we’re fine, by the way!” Alessio gave his hood a quick jerk.
A voice, like metal on a whet-stone, shrieked. It bounced and echoed off the hard smooth walls. “Dear characters,”
Nithel stepped closer, to where he was pressed against Alessio’s side, and did not release his arm. Characters? Are the lives of these people just a game?
“I have seen the darkness of your worlds and I will expose it. Nobody in this world matters, because all are evil at heart.”
Evil at heart. Nithel’s brow wrinkled and he almost started to cry again. The words cut like a dagger, though somewhere, he knew the castle could not judge the state of a person’s heart.
“My demands are simple. I want Jacob Baron to be dead within five days. If he is not dead after five days, I will eliminate Arsone, Alessio Eliakim, and one random character in the Character Castle 2.5.
The formless given form, the temptation and darkness.
Amnesia.”Nithel’s chest hardened. Kill Alessio? What was this? He stepped forward and put his hand to the hilt of his sword. His nose flared and he looked at the ceiling corners, doubting this could be an inanimate object. There was a person, a being, directing all of this.
Then the world went dark. Nithel growled and dove back, intending to land on Alessio, if at all possible. Terrified they’d be separated if rooms changed again.
But he didn’t touch him. Cold panic raced through Nithel’s heart as he thudded on the hard ground. I wasn’t that far away. It was a single step.
“AHHHHHH!” Nithel growled into a shout, swinging his arms around, trying to feel his friend. But Alessio was gone.
Then there was light, not bright like Kasiin, but pale purple, like the dawn of night. Nithel froze, unsure if he wanted to look up from his position on the ground. Dirt sifted under his palms, and it scratched his throat as he breathed. Some sort of tiles, large, square, covered the ground. Manure was smeared on it. He glanced up. Horses, a stable, people rushing about, goats, chickens, so many people, carrying so many things. It looked like a small city, but with no homes but a giant one behind him. Walls surrounding. A courtyard.
His heart raced in him, and he jumped up, not wanting to get run over by someone. He stumbled backward to press his back against the wall. *quiet prayer*
Crystal shards exploded out of a tower a few hundred feet to the left. He didn’t know how or what it was. A body spun as well, falling, until it landed/was pulled into a large cart/box. Another man jumped from the height.
Nithel was unsure if he was still in the castle. Unsure if that was Alessio, or not. Unsure if he wanted to talk to any of the people about, to find out. It wouldn’t take much for people to realize he was a soldier, of some sort. He would be taken for questioning. His sword likely confiscated. If things went badly? Prison and what could go with that. There would be no finding his son. Returning to his girls, his unknown child. No finding Alessio.
He glanced about and slipped into a dark alcove, watching as the cart barreled his way.Jump on the outside? Nay. Manage to get beside the driver? And be thrown off, or turned in, for his trouble. Throw himself on the ground, to hold on beneath? Domnik… did that with the supply cart. *remembered the whupping he’d given the boy* But Nithel could be trampled by the horses, assuming there was a way to hold on beneath.
And what if Alessio wasn’t even within? What had happened to the others in the room, he’d barely gotten a look at?Nithel began to run along the side of the castle, dodging the few people in his way. Pushing himself to go faster, to max out speed. It’ll be close. He bounded up abandoned hay and boxes and scrambled onto the roof of the stable and ran as the closed-in cart was just starting to go past. Can I make it? I can’t make it. Can I?
He didn’t even notice the explosions of colour in the sky. But if he had, it would have terrified him.
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@ragnarok @hannahrenner @this-is-not-an-alienJominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
Sherlock witness everything, as he chased after Arsene. Most of all, he saw how Baron had tried to kill his brother. Drawing his handgun, Sherlock activated the targeting beam.
“Jacob Baron, get down on the floor this very instant!”
Baron tried to run, cackling madly. However, as he walked, a man, who was standing in the same path, tripped Baron with his foot. Collapsing, Baron landed gracelessly on the floor.
“Rook, can you get him to the van?”
Rook answer would not make Sherlock’s day better. “I believe Arsene stole that van.”
“WHAT?! T-that little…! Why th-that b!%@&! He did that on purpose!”
Fuming with anger, Sherlock shifted part of his body, smashing his fist into a pillar. His fit of anger left its permanent mark in the pillar. Getting control of his anger, Sherlock announced. “We’ll use his car then.”
Insane and cookoo, Baron laughed and giggled uncontrollably, calling out Arsene’s name. Likely, Baron would be able to plead guilty by reason of insanity, even if Sherlock tried to convict him.
“Excuse me,” the man started, “Do you know where my friend is? He’s doesn’t do that well on his own.”
Sherlock answered with an inquiry of his own. “Do you mean the one who saved my brother from being shot?”
“And the one who got dragged out the window, yes.” The man added.
Come to think of it, where was Arsene going? Had he gone as far as to abduct the fire user? No, Arsene would never do that. Rob the kid blind maybe, but never kidnap.
“Sorry,” Sherlock started, “I don’t know where he is.”
“Please,” the man begged, “I can’t leave him on his own.”
Sherlock paused. Normally, he’d leave the man to his own devices. However, Arsene was involved in this, meaning Sherlock would be dragged into this whether he wanted to or not (he’s just thinking that to hide the fact he actually cares).
“You want me to help find him?” Sherlock asked.
The man answered. “I would be grateful.”
“Very well,” Sherlock answered, “Perhaps I’ll find my brother as well.”
(Well, sorry for leaving you behind Kim. It was an accident (really, it was. I wanted to fix it, but the edit button was gone) Sis wanted my character to meet Alessio. Can’t wait to see how these…interesting events pan out. Well, your character can beat up Arsene if you find. We’d all understand (if Alessio doesn’t beat him up first)).You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Sorry, I didn’t see your post. I only got on late last night and didn’t refresh the page. I apologize for any trouble I may have caused. Do not accept my last post as an event that occurred in Character Castle 2.5. Continue with what you have written. I’ll try to see if I can get Sherlock to bump into Nithel, but you will be in control of that Arc. Have a nice day.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Thankfully, Arsene had shifted part of his body to avoid cutting major stab wounds. However, the van was, well, totaled. Currently, the boy was holding a knife at Arsene, demanding. “Where is my friend?!”
“Your friend,” Arsene asked, “I don’t have any idea who you are talking about.”
While this was true, the boy didn’t seem to believe him. Why, because the boy tried to stab him immediately after that. Evading, Arsene shifted part of his body, bashing his elbow into the boy. However, Arsene never counted on the boy being able to grab him as well. Both fell onto the ground, kicking and fighting over the knife. While the boy was certainly not a pro with a knife, he was still reasonably good in a fight. Arsene was unaware of whether the boy would activate his power or not. While shifting part of his body could theoretically defend him from such an attack, Arsene didn’t wish to see if it would work. Flipping the boy onto his back, Arsene attempted to steal the knife, only for the boy to smash his gut. Rolling over, Arsene grabbed the boy, still unwilling to lose. His pride would not allow him to lose.
Plus he wanted an explanation.
Unfortunately, Arsene was unaware that they were on a hill, tumbling down it. Now, he and the pyromaniac were more than aware, because they had both slid down and into a river.Groaning, Arsene sat up, clutching his head. Instead of the dry shore Arsene expected to find himself on, he was in a ferry boat, going down the river. He was in a soft, comfortable bed. He was almost ready to rest at ease, when he noticed in the bed beside him there was boy from earlier. Tempted to just get up and leave him, Arsene heard the door open.
“You two alright?” An attendant asked.
Arsene paused. He almost was ready to say he was alright, except for the fact the pyromaniac was in the same room with him. The lunatic almost killed him.
“Yeah,” Arsene answered, “I am fine.”
About this time, the fire user started to stir to life.
“Can I talk with my friend in private for a second?”
“Of course,” the attendant said.
Arising, the attendant left. Just in time too, because the pyromaniac was now awake. He was currently glaring at Arsene, making the latter thinking he’d use his powers. Arsene shifted part of his body, including a section of his face.
“The peaceful solution is always the best in a situation like this. If you attack, I will use my power to take you down. If that happens, the attendants will call the police and we both will go to jail. Understood?”
The pyromaniac glared at Arsene, nodding his head. At least the fire wielder wasn’t going to start a fight on the ship.
“Where is my friend?” The boy spoke in a demanding tone.
“I told you,” Arsene responded, allowing his body to shift back, “I don’t know. If he was in the bank, he is probably with my brother.”
“You expect me to believe that?” The boy inquired.
Sighing, Arsene got up. He noticed He not longer had his coat or vest, but still had his mask. However, the mask would lead to trouble. He’d need a better one. “I don’t know if you’ll trust what I say, but that hardly matters now. If the police find us, they will arrest us. Me for being Arsene Lupin and you for suspicion of being an accomplice.”
The boy glared at Arsene, still quite angry with him.
“Well,” Arsene yawned, “I’ll be on the deck if you need me.”You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
[Quietly steps in. Deposits pathetic writing snipping. Quietly steps out.]
…
Well, I may have some trouble keeping up with certain punks, but not today, because today I’m doing my own thing.
Okay, okay, so today I fell through a hole in reality. It’s not my fault. I was just walking along, minding my own business and all the sudden I trip and loose my smoke cloud and fall into a hole in reality.
So now I’m down to a cup of concentrated smoke – which doesn’t exactly fill a room well enough to see with – and apparently smoking is “forbidden” and “rude” and “will destroy your lungs” and “will kill you.”
Yeah, so I don’t know about here, but from where I’m from, not being aware of your surroundings will kill you a lot faster than anything I smoke.
Except for Blue Moss – it’s only good for glowing in the dark and murdering people. I have almost smoked it before – smells really, really sweet.
Anyway I’m rambling. I tend to do that when I’m nervous. There, now that’s a thing you punks know.
Luckily, Umberuin is still in my hand – it was a scramble to find the staff after, ya’know, falling through a hole in reality.
And not just any hole – ho no my life is never that simple. Apparently, I’ve falling into a robbery.
“NO YOU IDIOTS YOU’LL DAMAGE THE WINDOW! IT COST ME ALMOST A MILLION!”
One horrific shattering later and I have glass in my hair.
Perfect.
I start cussing up a storm and trying to knock the shards out without cutting myself. (Unsuccessfully, in case you punks were wondering, very unsuccessfully.)
“Hey, can some punk help the blind guy out? Ya’know, before he accidentally kills himself?”
Because I am not dying after falling through a hole in reality, thank-you punks. Bigger things have tried to kill me. I’ve tried to kill bigger things. You ain’t special.
“Hello? Anyone?”
Greeaaaaaat, no I’m talking to an imaginary friend. Survived all of this only to be driven mad by falling through a hole in reality how do those even exist?!
“Alright, let’s take it from the top! Blind guy needs assistance avoiding the crazy people with guns and defenestration problems!”
Nothing. Really?
“I’m gonna count to three and if someone hasn’t helped me by then, I’m smoking this entire room.”
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
‘Your friend, I don’t have any idea who you are talking about.’
Alessio’s head pounded, he had no idea where he was. He was trying to get his bearings again, that crazy idiot–! It was Alessio’s fault, he should’ve seen the river. Should’ve reacted any other way, everything was a blur.
He was just scared. He was so so scared, he lost his friend, no telling where and everything was dangerous. He didn’t even know what was going on. Where was he?
There was something soft underneath him, so soft it made him feel like he was sinking in it. He didn’t like that sensation at all, but he didn’t move, he didn’t even open his eyes the moment a groan alerted him to someone else’s presence in the room.
“…wo alright?”
“Yeah,” The robber’s voice. “I am fine.”
Alessio pursed his lips, trying to calm down. Furious at the stranger for putting him through this…whatever this was…? But mostly, just terrified of being helpless again.
“Can I talk with my friend in private for second?”
Alessio braced himself to keep his wits on edge. Trying to figure out how much he could avoid letting on and still get invaluable information. Sizing up his opponent.
He wasn’t much older than Alessio, maybe even the same age as him. Black hair with flecks of white and mismatched eyes, not a particularly heavy build but he knew firsthand that didn’t make him a weakling in a fight. He eyed the stranger warily.
“The peaceful solution is always the best in a situation like this.” The young robber said “If you attack, I will use my power to take you down. If that happens, the attendants will call the police and we both will go to jail. Understood?”
He didn’t say a word for a while, glaring at the other. Powers? So he was an ability-born too, in whatever world this was. He couldn’t care less about ‘jail’, any situation he got into was bad. There was only one thing he had to focus on right now.
“Where’s my friend?” Alessio muttered stubbornly.
“I told you,” He said, frustrated “I don’t know. If he was in the bank, he is probably with my brother.”
“Where’s your brother now?”
With a sigh, the robber got up, ignoring the question.
“I don’t know if you’ll trust what I say, but that hardly matters now. If the police find us, they will arrest us. Me for being Arsene Lupin and you for suspicion of being an accomplice.”
Really?
“Well,” The robber, Arsene yawned lazily “I’ll be on the deck if you need me.”
“Bilateral carotid compression.” Alessio said abruptly, causing the other to pause a second. “if I blocked the jugular veins in your neck you would be unconscious before you could make a sound. If I shifted my grip to restrict air from the arrestee, you would die in a matter of moments.”
Two can play at this game.
“Your brother and his friends saw you kidnap me, whose story do you think they’ll believe play victim?”
He could not lose his only lead finding his friend again.
@ragnarok @hannahrenner @kimlikesartTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“Bilateral carotid compression.” The boy said abruptly, causing the other to pause a second. “if I blocked the jugular veins in your neck you would be unconscious before you could make a sound. If I shifted my grip to restrict air from the arrestee, you would die in a matter of moments.”
Arsene was impressed at how the boy knew this.
“Your brother and his friends saw you kidnap me, whose story do you think they’ll believe play victim?”
There was a pause over the room. Arsene then turned around, smirking. “Oh, woe is me.”
Arsene then walked to the window.
“Woe is me. I guess I’m the ultimate embodiment of evil. I probably deserve death.” Arsene continued a drama queening.
Opening the window, Arsene turned to face the boy with a smile. Arsene was crazy and he was going to accept that. “Good bye, cruel world!”
The boy then grinned. “You’re bluffing.”
Arsene then jumped.
“WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The boy then came, grabbing Arsene as he fell. He was now holding onto Arsene, as he hung outside the window. Arsene couldn’t confirm it, but he was sure there was some fire from the boy using his power “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!”
The boy then dragged Arsene back up, showing impressive strength. When Arsene was finally back inside, the boy spoke. “Don’t think I did that because I cared about you.”
Wearing a sly smirk, Arsene arose. “Thanks for saving me again, just like you did back in the bank. You cared while we were in the bank, even when you knew I was a criminal. You cared now, because you think I have information on your friend. A friend I don’t even know the name of.”
“I still don’t believe you.”
Sighing, Arsene commented. “You’re just like that kid I met.”
Come to think of it, Arsene wondered where the little ten year old was. He missed the little wolf making insults continually. Perhaps he and this boy could have been good friends. Arsene then thought about Crorie and Rook. How were they doing now? Was it possible they found the pyromaniac’s friend and were searching for him?Inside the bank, a single guard walked through the room. He had been employed to Jacob Baron for years. The greedy leach was a complete waste. The guard had been promised protection from Baron, protection from the police. However, Baron had backstabbed his own people before. All the illegal shipments, the shady deals, all the scams, Baron would drag his own men into the destruction with him. Why did the guard deserve this? He was only trying to survive. Loading his gun, the guard took aim. He wasn’t a sadist, but he was going to enjoy this.
Shooting, the guard hit Baron, who fell dead on the floor.You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
For a second the entire room was quiet.
Then Arsene slowly turned, a smirk stealing across his face. Alessio instantly had misgivings.
“Oh, woe is me.” He crooned, slowly stepping back toward the window.
“Wait, w-what are you doing…?” Alessio stammered. What kind of trick…?
“Woe is me. I guess I’m the ultimate embodiment of evil. I probably deserve death.” Is he actually going to do it? Did he have something outside the window to catch him? What kind of trick was this!?
It’s a game…
Alessio crossed his arms, feigning more confidence than he felt.
“You’re bluffing.” If he acted like he didn’t care, Arsene wouldn’t have any motive to jum–
He jumped.
“What the devil are you doing!?!?” Alessio dashed to the window before he could think. That idiot couldn’t die!?! Somehow he yanked Arsene back in the nick of time.
“You can’t just defenestrate yourself any time you don’t get what you want!?! What are you…” He faded off as the robber smirked up at him slyly. And dropped him on the floor, but Arsene caught himself before he fell. Alessio narrowed his eyes at him.
“Thanks for saving me again, just like you did back in the back. You cared while we were in the bank, even when you knew I was a criminal.”
Alessio might’ve punched him if he thought that would wipe that smug grin off his face. But the robber continued, just as self-satisfied as ever.
“You cared now, because you think I have information on your friend. A friend I don’t even know the name of.”
Alessio glared murderously at Arsene. Checkmate; they both knew Alessio couldn’t kill anyone, and Arsene knew how to use that to its full advantage. But, he also wasn’t used to someone having that kind of confidence in him…it was unnerving…
“I’m still mad at you.” Alessio said as if it were the worst curse and badge of shame that could be bestowed on someone.
“You’re just like that kid I met.” Arsene sighed.
“Arsene’s a stupid name,” he blurted “Do you have an actual name?”
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
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