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Come On In..

Aug 26, 2009 10:27

Who: The Queen, OPEN
Where: The heart of The Shadowlands, in her palace.
When: Sometime after the Jonathan Crane plot, at the point where most of the Northernmost "continent" above where the Shadowlands was orginally phased has become her territory.
Summary: Since so much territory is now under control and since her previous council were of no aid ( Read more... )

the joker, the queen of shadows, harth fray, jonathan crane, jeremie belpois

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lyoko_coder August 27 2009, 15:22:10 UTC

It wasn't often that the AI had extended control over its forcefully-shared body. But the boy had been resting, having worked himself to exhaustion on some project XANA couldn't probe for. The boy had learned how to keep his secrets which frustrated the AI to no end. It suspected that its unwilling host was putting into place on the main computer a variation on his original multi-agent system which had destroyed all but the one piece of XANA ( ... )

darkest_queen August 27 2009, 23:09:05 UTC

The Queen, though taken somewhat off guard by the appearance of the being before her, the surprise did not register in her features. She casually set her eyes on the figure before her and momentarily studying it, realized that the biology of her person was indeed something that seemed quite important in her current situation ( ... )

lyoko_coder August 28 2009, 02:21:27 UTC

"Not human then but still alive" was the clinical, unamused assessment of the female. XANA wasn't in the mood for riddles.

Not unbearable but not ideal. Had Jeremie not already contacted Brainiac 5, XANA would've preferred to have worked with the other machine. Unfortunately, Brainiac 5 would undoubtedly notice significant changes in the boy's behavior.

Twin target-like symbols replaced the normal blue irises of its host's eyes. XANA openly studied the female, eyes lingering over her strange hands before locking onto the seemingly empty sockets. His face remained mostly neutral except for a slight scowl of the lips.

"I am XANA," it responded to her question.

darkest_queen August 28 2009, 03:47:08 UTC

"And I am The Queen of Shadows." The Queen openly stared at "XANA". She wasn't sure what to make of this... thing. It appeared smarter than some of the other beings she had briefly encountered in this world and much more antagonistic. This amused her but she kept all of these thoughts well enough covered with a simple smile plastered to her face.

The Queen, however, was not entirely in the mood to be interrogated. It was she who had originally planned to do that this day and she would not be circumvented by some little being with an attitude problem. It was almost like dealing with her own daughter.

"For what purpose have you come to my kingdom, XANA? You do not look like the sort of being who would reply to one of my posters. You appear much to smart and analytical to consider yourself beneath anyone. So, tell me, what here interests you?"

Her smile was still there, white teeth flashing in the sepia toned light, her tan skin crinkling around her eyes.

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x_darkslayer August 28 2009, 05:30:09 UTC

Nelo Angelo had no reason to hide his form here in these bizarre lands so oddly similar to the dimension he was used to calling "home"--Hell itself. The air was thick with nearly palpable darkness and things lurked in the shadows, and Shadows crawled along the darkened landscape and the atmosphere was heavy and unbearable. These things were familiar to Nelo, and very close to comforting. He was not affected in the least by any of it. And the creatures knew this and they kept out of his way. He walked uninhibited into the dark palace at his own leisurely pace ( ... )

darkest_queen August 28 2009, 06:27:27 UTC

The Queen had been chittering with her bats when the large creature, appearing so much like something of her own world, yet much bigger and not someone or something she had seen before, stepped through the doors. He appeared confident and strong, not to mention his respect when he met her throne. His bow was honourable and she noted the familiarity he seemed to don with this particular situation ( ... )

x_darkslayer October 11 2009, 21:46:22 UTC

The demon knight stood perfectly still as the Queen circled around him and almost as if ignoring her attention his head did not even turn to follow her around. He simply conveyed a since of bored respect as he allowed this to happen to him. As if it were his own right given.

But he was indeed respectful enough, even as he looked her in the eye to answer her question. "Nelo Angelo," he responded. Though he could have said more--could have said he was from Hell, the Underworld, the realm of Darkness so to speak of his own world and that not only was he born there but lived his entire life there and was a servant of a great master--he did not. The only thing that was asked of him was his name. And despite his utter confidence, or perhaps because of it, he would not so carelessly give away information so easily.

darkest_queen November 16 2009, 05:45:56 UTC

The Queen eyed this one a little intensely than the last. When she had come full circle she faced him at her full height, her radiance even more evident now. Her sepia coloured skin shimmering in the low light. She did indeed look the part for a Queen, but you weren't a Queen just because you looked nice. It was how you held yourself in the presence of others, how you acted and reacted, how people thought of you was even an important aspect ( ... )

yesimevil August 28 2009, 19:50:01 UTC

He was surrounded by darkness, living this joke of a life. The novelty had worn off quicker then one might expect, and the with his vampire hoards dethroning him for his lack of leadership and the rise of another leader. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage later?

Harth had seen the bats lurking for days, maybe a few weeks, but acting on them took a leap of good faith and courage, as moving there may have been quite treacherous, and he didn't rely much on his weak human body.

Arriving via remote teleportation, despite the recent malfunction, he seemed to arrive very very close the castle, and so he approached the doors and entered the Queens court. Moving further forward, he gazed upon the darkly clad witch and moved to a reasonable distance to the thrown. "I see you've been busy. It won't be long till they notice."

darkest_queen August 31 2009, 02:49:28 UTC

The Queen's back had been facing the door, as it was she had been walking about the throne room considering the many new ideas which were incessantly knocking on her mind ( ... )

yesimevil September 4 2009, 22:13:38 UTC

He was about as close to normalcy as you could get in this social crowd. A boy of only fourteen. Lithe and petite. By all accounts, he was a weakling. A throwaway. Not in his mind, nor by what he has accomplished, which, in his failure wasn't much, but he was on the cusp of destroying mankind, so, it had to count for something-not that he needed to know that.

"I'd like to agree. The wonders of this world are distracting as any, but they'll be stirring any moment. Wondering what lies in the dark. You, I imagine. What will you plan to do to them if they decide to oppose you?"

darkest_queen September 7 2009, 20:46:27 UTC

The Queen didn't have to think long and hard about this one. She would do to them exactly what she did to anything that stood in her way.

Her lips lowered into only a slight grin her eyes no longer glinting with mischievousness, her features softened, though her body straightening with seriousness, the flirtatiousness gone from her.

"I will kill them."

She tilted her head ever so slightly, curious as to what his response would be. His response to this very simple statement would show her his character and worth.

entro_pist August 29 2009, 18:04:46 UTC

The Queen could add yet another to her visitor's list of bizarre individuals. This one, though he came alone into the throne room, was accompanied by something more, tangible but invisible, as if his personality extended beyond his skin and stretched to fill the room. Perhaps it was the way he prowled forward without care, mumbling (or was he humming?) under his breath, or maybe it was only because he happened to be the the most actively moving thing in the chamber at the moment. His face was a ghoulish spectacle of it's own. Had he come here with purpose or had he drifted in purely by chance? The gold lit ambiance of the palace had an eerie effect on his garish colors, bathing dark hues darker while tinting the lighter ones with a mellifluent glow ( ... )

darkest_queen August 31 2009, 03:01:51 UTC

On the contrary, The Queen was far more than amused. When the man with the painted face had entered her throne room she had instantly noticed him, taking in his human appearance, though like her people he wore a mask, with the one exception: his was painted on. She tilted her head in curious anticipation of his every movement. He seemed to look at everything else but herself. She did feel it was deliberate but she couldn't help but keep her eyes plastered on him ( ... )

entro_pist August 31 2009, 15:48:46 UTC

Despite the Queen's remarkably inhuman speed, the Joker didn't react in the slightest when she suddenly appeared before him so close. His eyes merely settled upon hers with an unwavering intensity. After all, he was curious about her as she was of him, especially now that she was apparently amused enough not to immediately summon her guards to remove or destroy him and she hadn't yet attempted to do so herself.

"I only do unto others what they would to me," he enunciated as he swept back his hair, then added, "if they were capable. And you, Your Majesty, are very capable."

Her eyes were like two clear, glass spheres filled with black oil, just like her daughter's true eyes. The Joker could see himself reflected in them and the elaborate throne room behind him. His tongue grazed his lips slowly from one side to the other and he began to idly adjust his gloves one hand at a time.

"Besides," leather groaned softly as he pulled it tighter to his hand, fingers flexing briefly, "every court has its jester."

darkest_queen September 1 2009, 03:11:57 UTC

The Queen was pleasantly surprised at his first remark and took it quite well. Her lips curled up into a bright, flirtatious smile. She considered a rebuttle but she decided against it waiting to see what else it was he had to say. He obviously didn't come all this way just to compliment her, although the attention would have been a nice change ( ... )

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HI THERE I'M LATE AS USUAL cranescarecrow September 6 2009, 01:12:52 UTC

The 'Wanted' posters hadn't caught Jonathan Crane's attention- no, he was too aloof and self-absorbed to stoop so low as to read a simple poster on the side of a building calling for assistance. The Scarecrow, however, wasn't above such things- which was why Jonathan arrived at the Queen's castle once more. He had been having an increasingly difficult time in controlling the Scarecrow, in preventing him from surfacing at random times. Lately, the Scarecrow was making an increased number of appearances when he wanted to, not when Jonathan wanted him to ( ... )

XD darkest_queen September 7 2009, 21:32:14 UTC

The Queen turned at the sound her throne room door opening, a familiar voice ringing in her ears. It was the man with the sack over his face. Interesting.

"Ah, a familiar face. I had not expected to see you again. Are you here on your own business or mine?"

The Queen laughed a bit under her breath and approached the masked man her hand extended for him to take. She did this so that she might be able to judge his state of mind. Whether he was stable or as seemingly flighty as he had been the first time they'd met.

She'd meant it when she said that she did not expect to see him again, willingly or unwillingly on his behalf. She had figured his spine a weak one, the way he seemed to tremble before her last time. It was more something she had sensed, as opposed to physically seeing in him.

It will never cease to amuse me how people always call his mask a sack. I LOVE IT. xD cranescarecrow September 8 2009, 21:25:07 UTC

"I hadn't planned on coming back, but certain... opinions seem to have deemed it otherwise."

Jonathan took her hand in his own without hesitation, if only briefly. He could feel the Scarecrow still lurking at the very edges of his awareness, weighing heavily on his mind, drawing waves of nausea, soft and gentle, rippling throughout him. Crane felt him probing, poking for a weakness, an opening for him to slip through, an opportunity for him to take over. Why the Scarecrow wanted out now, of all times, was beyond Jonathan- usually, he stayed back willingly and let Crane handle any business of this sort.

Lawl! But it IS! It's a SACK. darkest_queen September 11 2009, 21:31:16 UTC

The Queen's bemused smile fluttered across her soft features. "I am ever so glad that those... opinions brought you back to me." When he had done with her hand she took it back from him, a flirtatious glint shimmering in her eyes.

She turned and strode gracefully back to her throne, though she did not seat herself. She instead turned back around and standing at her full height asked with a smile on her face, "And, what may I do for you today? Or are you here because you would like to do something for me?"

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