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Post by Chellizard on May 25th 2017, 6:55 pm

The sun was rising over the expansive villa nestled into the rural hills of Italy. Warm rays peeked through vibrant green leaves sending incandescent beams cascading over the lush viridian. Affable winds rushed over the green fields, forcing the blades of grass to bow and wave as if they were dancing. As the twilight turned to dawn, and dawn to a beautiful morning light, a woman stood transfixed on a balcony overlooking the grounds.

The pleasant zephyrs enveloped her face, sending the sheer curtains billowing. A few papers upon a lone, sturdy maple desk would fly off onto the floor of the large study. A plush rug was centered in the middle of the room, two chairs facing the desk. A fireplace was tucked between two floor to ceiling book shelves, a ladder on a roller system gave access to the books at the peak of the shelves.

A large mirror was above the fireplace, offering an inviting reflection of the woman as she stood upon the balcony. Her hair would whip gently, tossing around behind of her. She wore a silk evening gown, despite it being early morning. The teal fabric hugged her form, the skirt of the gown also falling prey to the southern Italian winds.

Knocking at the door echoed throughout the room. Without turning her head, she simply commanded them to enter.

"Come in."

Her voice was commanding, yet demure all at the same time. The heavy oak door would open with a soft whine. Clicking foot steps across the black marble floor introduced the person on the other side of the door. They were a small woman, standing at just five feet and five inches. Long, ivory hair would frame pale features, two orange fox like ears positioned on her head. A set of emerald irises would glimmer and soft peach lips would offer a smile as she stepped forward.

"He's here. Shall I let him find his way or escort him?" a British accented voice would ask as she folded her hands just above the small of her back. Just below her hands a fluffy orange fox tail with a white tip would sway with excitement.

"You did make sure to inform him that it was urgent... correct?" she asked, turning now to face Anna Daniels, the half fox demon who had served by Chelle's side for nearly eight hundred years.

"Of course, madame. I can hear him running up the stairs now." Moving across the room, Anna would sit herself down at the desk, producing a scroll. As she unrolled it, big calligraphy letters spelling 'Will and Testament' were most prominent.

"Good." she said, turning back to the sun.

It felt good on her face.

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Post by Entei on May 27th 2017, 12:25 am

"How many fucking stairs are in this place?" Michael said aloud as he reached the top of yet another set of stairs, before taking off in a sprint down the hall towards his sisters office.

He hadn't known this family long, his family, but he had learned one important thing in that time. When someone said something was urgent, it usually means someone is dead, dying, or getting married. Which in this family, could either be good or bad, depending on context.

Standing outside of the oak doors, he took a moment to compose himself. Straightening his hair, smoothing the wrinkles in the black blazer he wore, and taking just a moment to readjust his jeans. He may have been meeting with his older sister, but she was also the CEO of the company he worked for, and she was less than vague in the reason for the required visit.

Pushing open the oak doors, throwing aside the formality of knocking, he brushed past the kitsune, giving the girl a small smile as he did.

"So.." He wondered aloud, his boots clicking against the black marble floor. "What do you need from me, Sis?"

He adjusted the strap of the blue silk wrap on his back, inside of which was his sword, the phoenix blade. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he looked around the room, trying to discern some clues. There was no banner or anything saying congratulations, so.. not a fantastic sign.

"Is this about Uzma and I getting back together? I know it's a good situation, but.. I don't think it requires a face to face. A phone call, maybe. Skype? Sure. But.. not.. this.."

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Post by Chellizard on May 27th 2017, 1:38 am

Anna had stood up when she heard Michael's foot steps reaching the door. She would move back around to the front of the desk to greet him, offering him a bow of respect.

Her ears would fold back a bit as she stood back up, looking after Michael as he approached Chelle from behind.

"It's not about your fiance, no. But congratulations on making the wise decision to get back together with her. I like her." keeping her back to him, she would just close her eyes and soak in the sun.

The warmth felt so amazing on her skin as she just let out a soft sigh.

Turning finally, she would look to her youngest brother with sorrow behind of her auburn eyes. They seemed a bit more dull than normal, and her face looked thinner than normal as well.

"It's much more important than an engagement." she said, moving herself to sit down into the plush, high backed chair at the head of the desk. She would look down to the will, picking up a pen and uncapping it. She laid it down and then selected a bottle of ink from a drawer on the left side of the desk.

"Nathaniel, stop smoking already..." even in her weakened state, she could smell the clove cigarette outside of the doorway.

It was only a few minutes more that Nathaniel had made his way up the stairs. Instead of walking like Michael had, he used his wings, making the trip much shorter.

The large black appendages littered with white feathers would fold behind of his back. Standing at six feet and five inches, Nathaniel's short heeled boots offered him a grand entrance as he took a large puff from his clove cigarette.

"Sorry, Chelle-belle. You know I can't live with out 'em." he offered a fangy smile, but his cerulean eyes caught her face and he scowled.

"It looks like this isn't a social meeting." grabbing Michael by the shoulder, Nathaniel would guide his younger brother to have him sit down in one of the two chairs facing Chelle's desk.

Clearing her throat, Chelle would take the lid off of the ink bottle and prepare her pen.

"No, my dear sweet brothers... I have grave news." she would begin writing, her eyes cast down at the scroll.

"I am dying."

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Post by Entei on May 28th 2017, 1:56 am

"Wait.. you're.. what?!" Michael sat there, motionless, his mouth agape, as he stared at his sister. "You're.. dying? But.. that's not.. that's not possible!"

He quickly stood from his chair, roughly placing his hands on the desk, leaning towards her. The chair slid, far, before falling over, sending a clattering noise ringing through the large officer. His eyes were drawn in a scowl, but not an angry one. His cerulean eyes held confusion in them, sadness. He swallowed hard at the saliva that was gathering in his mouth, biting his lower lip as he thought. Hard.

"We're.. you and I.. all of us.. we're immortal! Right?" He looked to Nathaniel, hoping his older brother would back him up here, confirm what he was saying. "That's one of the perks of our sharing that shit stains blood, isn't it? Immortality?"

He frantically searched around, looking for a sign, any sign, that this was some joke. Some sick twisted prank that Nathaniel and Chelle were playing on him. Hazing little brother. That had to be it, right?

"Even if you're sick.. we have money, a lot of it. Can't we just hire someone to make you better? I.. I can call Jeisen, he's smart. He can make you better!" He frantically searched through the pockets of his blazer, fumbling for his phone, his haste causing the device to slam to the ground, shattering in the process. "I.. I just got you. All of you. I.. I can't lose you Chelle. Not like.. not like Father Krieger.."

As he spoke his words were rapidly becoming choked up, saliva gathering at the back of his throat, small tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.

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Post by Chellizard on June 6th 2017, 12:26 am

If she had been lying, she would have gladly laughed and told him so. She would have pulled him into a hug and gave him a very messy noogie, her knuckles digging into the edge of his noggin.

But, no. She wasn't kidding. This was real, and she was fighting back tears. She had to stay strong for her siblings. She was the eldest, after all. It was her duty to make sure she stayed strong for them.

"How did I know..." Nathaniel would mutter, a solemn look crossing over his face. He would just shake his head when Michael gave him a look, sighing deeply. Nathaniel would light up another clove cigarette, disregarding his sister's wishes entirely.

"I..." taking a sharp breath through her nose, she laid down the pen and stood up from the desk. She looked thinner than normal, her figure usually quite full, despite being the perfect size for her height.

She would cross around the side of the desk and embrace Michael. She pulled him into her, making sure to wrap him into her arms. Keeping him safe. The emotions she gave him were pure. Surreal, but pure. She held onto her baby brother and just gave his temple a soft kiss.

"I've tried everything I can think of, baby brother. There's... not much else I can do but accept fate and make sure everything is in order before I meet Death." She felt Nathaniel's arms wrap around herself and Michael as well.

Soft sobs came from Anna as she fled from the room, the door shutting behind of her as she left the room. Anna had been in the dark as well, and that was something that pained Chelle day and night. Anna had been by her side for hundreds of years... so not telling her companion about this sooner was eating away at the little half fox demon's heart.

"Look. I called you both here for business. Tyuki should be here soon as well, Bliss Fukuyama accompanying her, too. This is something that has been weighing on my shoulders for almost a year, and I know my time is coming soon. It could be months, maybe even another full year, but I can feel it eating away at me. I know it is my own fault, so I must accept it." she said, nuzzling her face against Michael's and then Nathaniel's before leaving the embrace.

Wiping at her eyes with a silken handkerchief, she cleared her throat and sank back into her chair.

"Now, before we all burst into tears again, let's get back to business." Smiling, Chelle's wings would spread behind of her. Strapped to her left wing was her blade, Xian the God Sword. Unstrapping the sheath, she laid the weapon out onto the table and picked up the pen again.

"Pick up your chair, and both of you have a seat, please." Nathaniel would comply, the clove he had lit earlier still hanging from his lips, the cherry dull as he just held a blank expression on his face. He had no idea what to do. He wasn't the bright one. She was. Chelle was. She always was. He had no idea what he could do in this situation. So, he listened and put out the clove cigarette, but kept it in his mouth to keep the flavor on the edge of his tongue... to help him cope.



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Post by Entei on June 13th 2017, 11:28 pm

"This is impossible!" Michael said, gritting his teeth as he rubbed his temples. "There's no way we've tried everything. We're immortal Chelle! We're the children of what is essentially a god, how can you be dying from some sickness? I haven't even had a cold since my demon blood woke!"

He didn't sit, instead pacing back and forth in a small pattern, his brain working a thousand miles a minute, formulating every plan his simple mind could. He eventually stopped, biting how lower lip, before letting out a sigh. He recovering his chair from it's discarded position and setting it back next to Nate. He didn't sit however, he was too restless.

His arms crossed across his mid section, one hand moving to his mouth, biting the space between the knuckles on his pointer finger in thought. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep, cleansing sigh before looking to Chelle.

"Fine, let's pretend you're dying." He said finally, placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "What do we do now then? You have an entire dimension of demons that will go berserk with you not around. Not to mention the family company. On top of that there's Anna, and the rest of your staff. What are Nate and I to do about them?"

He paused for a second, thinking over the words that Chelle had said. One part had bugged him, and it had taken him a moment to process what she had fully said.

"Wait.. who is this.. Bliss? Was that her name? Why are you bringing an outside into a family meeting?" He squinted his eyes at his sister in a confused manner, before looking to Nate. "Do you know anything about this?"

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Post by Chellizard on June 14th 2017, 4:44 pm

"Bliss! Stop straggling! Let's get a move on!" clapping her hands together, Tyuki would encourage her friend who had a bit too much to drink on the flight over here to get her butt in gear!

Tyuki was wearing her normal attire, a pair of stone washed skinny jeans, comfortable colorful sneakers, a graphic t shirt, and a loose mid-waist jean jacket over that. She had her hair up today, it pulled back into a ponytail. Her bangs were brushed off to the side, and she had freshly dyed the tips. She had been without proper hair care for almost a year, so getting some treatment done made her feel better. The blue tips weren't exactly edgy, but she liked them.

Grabbing all three of their bags, Tyuki would also grab Bliss and take off faster than Bliss was going. Tyuki would pack Bliss into the seat in a golf cart, their plane having landed them on the strip at the Thrones' Manor. The driver was a man for their little golf cart, but Tyuki had no intention of getting to know him. Stacking the bags in the back seat, Tyuki would then place herself next to the bags, leaning up to hold Bliss' hair.

"Step on it!" she ordered the driver, making sure Bliss wouldn't vomit on him, or herself.

"If you vomit, make sure you do it that way," she said, motioning toward the ground.

"We're almost thereeee!" She said, grinning excitedly. "You need to sober up, by the way. This isn't good. The letter said urgent, not take your time. I haven't seen my Aunt in like a year! Let's goooo." Annoyed with how long it was taking to get from the lower grounds to the main grounds, Tyuki scooped Bliss up as her wings unfurled from behind of her.

It ruined her shirt and jacket, but she wanted to get there faster.

"Miss!" the driver called out, but she was gone.


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"We'll get to that, I promise." she said, writing down a few more things and then ending it in a sharp period.

"Bliss is more than just family. She's been by my side for many, many years. And more to come. You see, before I was foolish and bit off more than I could chew with Lucius Alba, I decided it was best to save my friend from certain death. Thus, I turned Bliss." shrugging slightly, she dipped her pen again and started to write down a few more things. Her penmanship was superb, definitely looking as if it were written by a master calligrapher. She had been writing for centuries, so it made sense that she was skilled with a pen.

Nathaniel would quirk an eyebrow in response to Michael's glance.

"This is news to me, brother. I've known of Bliss, but I had no idea Chelle had turned her." Sucking on the end of the clove cigarette, Nathaniel let a sigh escape his nose.

"And it's none of your business. I save who I must, and kill those who deserve to die. I bring balance to this world. And it seems to further balance it, I must go as well." Finishing her sentence both on paper and aloud, she placed her pen back into the inkwell.

"Michael, stand still." she commanded simply and stood herself up. As she did, the billowing layers of her gown hugged her midsection, showing that despite her frail state, she was a bit rounder around of her abdomen. It was subtle, maybe it could have been the fabric bunching up.

Lifting the sword, she unsheathed it and then slid the blade across her palm, drawing blood.

"Upon my death, this blade will become yours. I bestow Xian, the God Blade to you, Michael Krieger, my flesh and blood." The hilt of the blade would glow a brilliant crimson as the blood being drawn by Chelle would absorb into the blade.

She then motioned for Michael to do the same as she had, offering him the blade with both hands, the sheath being left on the desk.

Nathaniel kicked back and watched, a smirk on his face now. He had never seen his sister give away anything of her's. Nothing. And now, here she was, giving away her favorite sword. Of course, it wouldn't become Michael's until Chelle died, but that could happen any day now, right?

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Post by Bliss on June 18th 2017, 7:16 pm

The life of Bliss came with many different trials and tribulations. Two nights ago, Bliss saved a bus full of kids from a radioactive traffic light, lauding her with praise from media outlets. The next day she needed a quick rescue from a mad scientist trying to turn the color red into green so he could unleash calamity upon busy intersections, thus leaving the great cities of America open for devastation. It did take Ashley busting up his lab, but his nefarious plans fell by the wayside like so many other poorly planned and constructed dealings.

And now, Bliss was morning drinking on a plane. While the drink came paid for by whatever means Tyuki paid for things with, Bliss soon found out air travel would do a number on her stomach. "Tooki. I'm gonna suck your blood." Bliss tried to stab Tyuki in the arm a few times with a straw, before befalling friendly fire to her own eye.

Bliss stepped off the plane in a blue plaid shirt with loose fitting jeans. Taking all the bags probably made Tyuki feel important, so Bliss felt fine with allowing her to fulfill her life's desire and accomplish her dreams. Her little, dumb dreams.

Just as Bliss pushed a pair of sunglasses over her eyes to block out the stupid sun, Tyuki grabbed Bliss like a bag. "Hey! I'm not luggage!" Tyuki then began to lecture Bliss without any sass. Just boring Tyuki trying to please everyone. "You haven't seen your aunt in a year because you disappeared for some reason or another. Did you tell your aunt where you were? Did Chelle what was so urgent I needed to be airlifted to- oh, oh here it comes."

Bliss pushed her bangs out of her face as she began to send a volley of vomit towards the ground.

On the grounds of the manor, one shadow slipped into another and before long, the shadows could form a more personal silhouette. With claws like razors, a smile with all the sincerity of a concealed knife, and a tangibility with the shifting properties of a shadow, Misaki Mae stepped towards the sound of crying coming from a familiar smell. It seemed Chelle kept Kitsune within her midst. Maybe not the most prudent, but a spirit none the less.

This girl would do her a great number of favors in hiding her true nature. "Hello little fox." Misaki stepped out from the shadows, launching shadows to subdue her prey. "This manor is far too small for the two of us, so I will need you to disappear for a moment. I hope you do not mind."

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