The Main room

[RosetteHiruka]

celest let out a low growl when alyce aproched but kept staring at the fire  

[The Midnight Samurai]

*Runo walks in and leans on the nearest wall.*

"This ain't half bad......"  

[ChaoticBean]

RosetteHiruka

celest let out a low growl when alyce aproched but kept staring at the fire

"What?", Alyce asked taking a step.  

[RosetteHiruka]

souji pulled alyce away before celcst could take a swing at her. "she's in one of her trances, best to just wait it out."  

[ChaoticBean]

"Oh okay...", crossing her arms Alyce just stayed there and waited.  

[RosetteHiruka]

souji sat down on a couch next to celests chair. "come sit down."  

[ChaoticBean]

"Alright", walking over Alyce sat down by him. "So how long are her trances?", she asked looking over at Celest.  

[RosetteHiruka]

"it depends on how much the memory scares her. it might not be long i'm not sure, but it's best to not disturb her." souji closed his eyes to think.  

[ChaoticBean]

"Oh", looking up, Alyce stared at Souji while his eyes were closed and smiled.  

[RosetteHiruka]

Celest looked up from the fire and looked around, forgeting where she was. She saw alyce and souji sitting close, she got up and went to sit on soujis lap. "Big brother i'm sleepy." Souji opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Okay we'll go back to your room." He looked at alyce and wondered why she was smileing at him. "Why ar- oh never mind want to come with us?"  

[ChaoticBean]

Alyce laughed and said, "Sure if it's alright with Celest".  

[RosetteHiruka]

Celest jumped off soujis lap and grabed his wrist, she pretty much pulled him out the door. "Come on." Souji looked back at alyce. "I think that's a yes."  

[ChaoticBean]

"Haha okay", Alyce laughed getting up and following them.  

[lord-kensington]

The door to the main room was flung open and two shadowy figures appeared out of the darkness. On closer inspection one could see that the leading figure was clapped in irons and walked rather reluctantly forward, as though an invisible force was pulling them.

Suddenly the prisoner flew forward, landing in the middle of the room, sprawled across the floor.

The other figure, still in the doorway said, in a refined English accent, 'Salutations to you all, let me introduce myself, I am Lord Reginald Kensington and this..' he said pointing to the prisoner 'Is a gift to you all.'
He snapped his fingers and the cloak covering the figure vanished revealing a young woman, eyes wide with fear.

'Go on' Kensington said with an evil glint in his eye. 'I can assure you her blood tastes quite sweet. That's the best thing about twins, you get two bites of the cake!' He smiled.

'Now, is there a seat? It has been an awfully long journey and I am quite fatigued'  

[Enusael]

Not quite having an origin, the ghastly silhouette enters the main hall with a flurry of dust. Shuffling can be heard as mottled hands smooth the creased garments, the colors and details of the fabrics hidden within layer after thick layer of the heavy grime that encases the body. Her motions are stilted, muscles and movements jerking in a sick manner as she halts in the center of the Great Hall. Her body folds and stretches, popping sounds emitting as the bends of her body fight to move once more. Patches of red hair seem to find their way outward, making themselves known against the drab backdrop of dirt.

Another stretch, this one accompanied by a painful, animalistic squeal that began deep within the creatures body. Finally, like a shroud, the blanket of dust falls to the ground, leaving a slight dark cloud amidst her feet. Revealed is a ghastly corpse, or rather what was left of the corpse. The body is skeletally thin, the brittle skin stretching tight against the remnants of bone and couplings of sockets and joints. Atop her head is thin patches of a faded red mane that once was beautiful and flowing. Her chest is open, agape, baring the spoiled contents without modesty. Sticky, dry organs slowly pulse after a few passing moments, the sounds they emit crackle across the room noticeably.

Soon the dust at her feet begins to vibrate, the tiniest of molecules begin to shiver and climb to touch the curled, brittles toes hovering over it. The dust begins to flicker and dazzle, the particles collecting the light from within the very air of the room. Snaking slowly, it seems to climb the withered skeleton and break it's way into the dry, hard skin. Crackles can be heard clearly as the streams of diamond dust force their way into the body, stretching and pulling at the flesh beneath. It was filing the empty cavities, pressing outward on her exposed dermis and forming the angles and curves of a more human shape. Calves firmed, thighs rounded, hips suddenly plumped as the dust continued to coarse through her. Up, up, up it traveled! Soon a face began to manifest, lips pressing into existence, cheekbones disappearing as the whithered face began to take on a rather younger appearance.

Suddenly, as the body began to move and pulse with life, the lids of her eyes flickered open to reveal empty glass-like orbs watching the room. Just as quickly, silver shards erupt from her scalp with a faint mist of red, the blood slowly falling down the long strands and tinting them to match. She shivers, her nerves and tendons finally awakening, looking about the Hall with curiosity growing in her reborn image...