Martyrdom

[melamoto]

Maller Addy's face was shining as he saw the Griffon, and although his eyes could not be seen, the light that reflected from his glasses seemed to shine extra bright as he heard Netreya speak. "Such majesty!" He spoke in awed tones. "I am honoured to be in your presence, your highness." He said, bowing low. As he rose, he eyed Netreya's body up and down, giving a playful smirk. "And such a handsome specimen too."

[Mr.Chocobo]

Facion tilted his head in response to this 'Luke' and 'Netreya's interesting introduction.
He stepped forward, his heavy foot fall making its customary loud metalic sound against the floor.
"I am Facion. It is.... PleeSuraBle to meet you." he said, deep voice butchering the unfamiliar word.
"Uhm." Facion said when he realized his mistake, he paused, and tilted his head the to the opposite side.
"I don't believe I said that right."

[arentheawesome]

Elrias blinked and blushed. Was that a normal human greeting? Should she do that to someone? Or was it just for certain occasions?
"Um... Heh, ah, I thank you... You're quite... Charming." She let out a soft nervous laugh, still unused to this kind of general human affection and customs. So much touching.
Hearing Netreya's words, but not heeding them, Drake stepped forward over Elrias, towering over Luke and bearing his teeth threateningly.
"Watch yourself, friend. My mistress isn't to be toyed with."

[lukuz13]

-Slowly releasing Elrias' hand and backing away with his arms raised.
"Easy now... I just wanted to greet the lady." He chuckled, Netreya letting out a sigh, stepping on his foot to gain his attention.
"Just greet them normally Arbalester, last time you did this we were chased out of town, remember?" [/i] Luke let out a laugh and nodded "Oh yeah... man those guys have noooo sense of humor." He remembered shivering, glancing back to the Drake with a polite nod. "It is nice to keep you as well Drake." He offered the bow, turning to Elrias with a nod as well, but a warmer smile. "I thank you for your kindness, may we grow more acquainted as time goes on. "He reiterated, turning to the other faces that greeted him.

Luke turned to Facion and offered a polite nod "Heh, close enough friend, nice to keep you." He began to offer a handshake, but looking at the rather large and...crushy hands, decided against it.

Netreya glanced over to Maller with a very cautious glance, backing away one step, and tilting his head down. "Thank you kindly sir... but I have only heard that word...specimen...from the small shining one, I do not take it quite as a compliment."[/i] Netreya said cautiously, fluttering his crimson wings in a gesture, perhaps mildly threatening. "Regardless... let us attempt to work together."[/i]

[squirejack]

Darach, who wasn’t really paying attention at the time, was slightly startled by the sudden conversation.He lowered down onto the ground, giving out a little yelp as the cold ground touched his feet and decided staying in the air might’ve been the better plan of action.

‘Please to meet you Luke, I am Darach Marr’
he walked forward and thrust out his gauntleted hand in both offer of a hand shake and a chance to show it off

[lukuz13]

-Nodding to the new face in return, Luke gave him the same smile.
"And a good evening to you as well." Taking his hand in a strong shake confidently.

[HansTheHuman]

The gates flung open to embrace Blade's arrival, and there to greet him was a sinister clown of festive garb. Whatever anatomy made this being, it seemed as something that shouldn't exist on any plane. A skull-like face with half of it taken up by a mouth of jagged teeth, and a twisted body of shapes that made it not quite fat or thin. The clown offered up a shiny red balloon to Blade, chortling a laugh in its belly.

-----

The environment in the theatre paused again. The continuity of time gave way to allow the voice to speak to Phiounuse again.
"A cocky one I see. Hmph. Don't tell me you've already sorted this out for yourself. To tell ya the truth, it will be a benefit to us both if you were to, say, break down in tears and beg your sister for forgiveness. No? I will get my kicks from you. Can't have you ruining the show, you'll disappoint the audience. You do NOT want to piss these guys off. You see, I was gonna let things roll out the way they would until you summoned this new attitude. Can't have that. Either I get my piece from you, or get put to pieces by them."
Phiounuse was rotated to face the audience. They bore anger in their toothy faces. Their mouths grinded with hunger for the blood of Phiounuse should she disappoint.
"This isn't just about you fighting a memory you know. Lemme adjust your perspective on this..." Turning back to the possessed Rose, Phiounuse felt as if a specific emotion of guilt was being wound up. It tapped into her regrets, her sorrow and images of all memories of her and Rose, good and bad, flew through her mind. It was like unearthing an imprisoned mental strife that was buried in the back of her mind.
"Oh, and that REALLY is your sister. Yep. I went and desecrated her grave just to have her perform as my star of the show and fight you. Have fun." The voice left and unpaused the theatre, leaving Phiounuse with a choice. Let the turmoil inside her mind loose and break down the front that hides it to battle her sister through guilt and anguish. Or bury it to execute Rose with her resumed cockiness and risk the demonic audience to chew through her mind to feast on her hidden strife themselves. Defeating Rose either way is a victory by the rules of this sick carnival game that would earn Phiounuse her promised prize, but on rather different terms, not to mention what peripheral consequences there could be.

[thatfallout3guy]

Blade stared at the clown, a bit shocked at its sudden appearance, "No thank you, but I do appreciate the... hospitable offer," he said, politely turning the balloon down, "were you the voice I just heard? Please, I'd like to know where I am, and what brought me here."

[HansTheHuman]

The clown responded to the question by sharply turning its head side to side and snapping back in the middle facing Blade. It was a 'no'. The clown's teeth arranged into a small frown, grinding as they did, as it held the balloon closer to Blade. The string tied to the balloon wrapped itself around Blade's wrist with enough pressure to turn his hand purple and began tugging on Blade to follow its lead. With a tight grip, it lead Blade to a restaurant. Single story, dark bohemian style and very fancy looking. The balloon burst in a deafening bang and the doors of the restaurant slowly opened with a creak. Inside was dark apart from a single spot-light cast on a table for one. A round table with a white cloth, and the dining chair was plush and burgundy in colour with a dark-wood frame.
"Sit." Commanded the voice from before.

[thatfallout3guy]

Blade looked around, attempting to find the source of the voice. Sighing, he finally gave up, and untied the balloon from his wrist, taking a seat before asking, "Where am I, exactly?

[Phrost]

All at once, Phiounuse's iries shrunk, she dropped her equipped weapon. "This is Rose," the thought sped through her head in a matter of nano-seconds, then rebounding back at a quicker speed. The one she'd left for dead. The one she'd been taunting. The one's eyes that were so dead, yet so alive, that she had let die. Phiounuse had always had to life with the thought that, if she had a moment more. Or a moment less. Or a small thought. Or, anything that could have changed the outcome of that day. If the man could have taken her instead. Rose deserved her life more. The amount of respect Phiounuse had for Rose couldn't be measured with any worldly amount. This voice defiled and desecrated Rose's grave, and this made Phiounuse rage-full, sad, helpless, useless, and a whole mess of other emotions.
Phiounuse fell to her knees. Tears began to flow steadily from the Khajiit's eyes. Something she hadn't done since that day. "I left you for dead, Rose," Phiounuse said, the tears showing through her voice, "Will you ever forgive me?" Phiounuse was now pleading for something more valuble than her life, the forgiveness that she'd tried to find for years and years.

[HansTheHuman]

"Why, you're in my grand restaurant 'Le Cannibale'. Best catering service this realm has to offer. The...only catering service this realm has to offer. It is where your trial shall take place. Simply eat the food served to you. You can eat, right? Free meal and you get a prize for it. Win-win. How about a drink?"
A slam of doors stammered the dark room. The sound came from behind Blade, though the darkness bore him no sight of the doors. An entity of great weight could be heard lumbering up to Blade's table. A giant devil-looking creature of some sort, of the same bizarre anatomy of the clown at the entrance only much larger. The devil-like horns on its head was just missing the ceiling by inches. It wore a posh black penguin suit with frills and stubby shoes that looked like high-class spats squashed to fit a hoof. The waiter produced a green bottle of red wine from the darkness. It leant over Blade's table, presenting the wine's date. Year 3495. Standing upright again, the waiter delicately placed a tall wine glass in front of Blade and poured the wine from its head height. The crimson liquor hit on the inside of the glass, not causing a single drop to ricochet astray and the wine tumbled in on itself showing off its brilliant red temptuously. When the glass was filled to just short of the brim, the waiter lifted the bottle from pouring and settled it on the table next to the glass before bowing and retreating back into the dark.
"Our motto of our restaurant is: 'You are what you eat'. And you eat what you are."

-----

Rose was silent. She approached her sister and knelt down to lay both paws on her shoulders. They made eye-contact, the sparks in Rose's eyes became more subtle.
"Phiounuse..."
Rose's paws drew closer together, sliding along Phiounuse's collar.
"...I..."
Thumbs raised, the palms of the paws closed in further on Phiounuse's neck.
"Phiounuse, I..."

[thatfallout3guy]

Blade was a bit confused as to what was going on, it made him feel uneasy at best. The name of the restaurant, the motto, but most of all was the date on the bottle, "The year I was born..." he whispered under his breath. He had given up on asking questions, and the only task on his mind was to get out of this horrid place.

He grabbed the glass, looking inside it seemed to be normal wine, no oddities of any sort that his eyes could see. He shrugged as he lifted the glass to his lips, and took a sip.

[Phrost]

As Phiounuse's sister closed in on her throat, she begin to think. She pretty much drowned out the thing that Rose uttered. She simply thought. "How in the name of Kyraneth did I get here?" She managed to look around while keeping her head still. She speculated that simply none of this was even remotely possible. She reflected back on how the hell she got here. She'd just drank some catnip-tea, a simple pleasure she'd rarely indulge in. Her mind whipped back and forth from the present and memories from her past. This didn't happen! Rose never tried to kill her!

Phiounuse smiled, and put her hands on Rose's shoulders. Phiounuse squeesed them, brought her closer by force, making Rose's claws scratch her neck, and headbutted the decrepit thing that was assaulting her. Rose now staggering back, Phiounuse quickly picked up her Daichi. The older Khajiit SPARTA-kicked the younger, making Rose fall on her back.

Phiounuse stood over the other, looking as powerful as she could. She raised the Daichi slowly above her head, and impaled it into Rose's neck.

[ValenMedia]

Xalem was left bemused upon the conclusion of the song. The flurry of jargon that he had been bombarded with had little meaning to him, though he suspected it meant volumes to Roo. Xalem knew he was no scholar. Nor was he a fan of music, certainly not of the whimsical nature of the melody he had just heard. Roo’s request, with the mention of color, however, was rudimentary enough for him to quickly digest. Xalem himself had never attempted manipulation of light beyond the alteration of vector arguments, yet he saw little reason as to why he would be unable to. There was little actual thought in the performing of those actions, so it only seemed logical to him that the changing to a particular hue would be the same.

He focused intently on a point in space two feet about the ground. The point became the origin of a beam of white light that shot downwards toward the floor at a slight angle. At that point, without any knowledge to relate, Xalem resorted to an attempt at willing the beam to change to a differing color, not any definite one, simply to change. He remained in this state for roughly thirty seconds, until, at what seemed like no exact moment to him, the light refracted into a single color of red.