I'm pretty sure that isn't a flock of Gengars. ACTIVE/OPEN

[cascade_misty]

Characters: Misty
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Night 9
Summary: Misty and Togepi have just arrived. What's going to happen to them...? And what are those impaled bodies doing in the Entrance Room?
Warnings: PG-13 to be safe.

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[blood_n_leather]

The odd star thing was barely given a second glance, even if somewhere in the back of her mind, it seemed familiar. So did the girl, now that she thought of it. But that was ignored, for now, as was the 'attack' that the star seemed to use. Water. Hm. Her clothes covered enough of her body that it shouldn't affect her... And even if it did, she already had barely healed burns that streamed down her face. A few more would be nothing.

Her blades falling to position as Rayne moved forward to meet the impaled creatures, she went about fighting as she usually did. Her attacks were quick, precise. As always, they were meant to kill, not injure, and they did. Heads rolled, torsos were completely cut in two. But her usual viciousness, her love for violence wasn't behind the attacks. Rayne was simply going through the motions.

Her motions were not for nothing, however... Nor did they leave her unharmed. Her already burned face had more than a few scratches on it, some shallow, some deep, as did her shoulders and parts of her stomach and back that weren't covered. They healed, quickly enough, but the blood remained on her skin. Beautiful, she was sure.

[omnomnomsweets]

It wasn’t the Abyss. Break wasn’t sure if that was comforting or worrying, but it was certainly not the Abyss. The Abyss was abstract and half-formed, full of weird dolls and inappropriate tea parties in broken houses. This place was very neat, if not a little strange. Well. That wasn’t right either. The hall looked completely normal, and he assumed it belonged to some lesser nobility. But there was nothing strange about the tasteful decoration and elegant oak doors- those were aesthetically pleasing, he approved- but it was certainly strange that he was here. It was also strange that he was accompanied by two young ladies who, good god he hoped they were not nobility because if those were the new trends in high fashion he may well kill himself. That one with red hair especially- he didn't consider himself a prude, but honestly. She looked like a lady of the night. Kids these days. In any case, they were probably servants in the household... which begged the question of where their master was, but all in due time. Oh, and the impaled corpses were also a little off, but these things happened.

He stood up, brushing the dust off of his coat and hat.
"Excuse me..."
Of course, this didn't earn him a reply. It was understandable, he supposed, given the situation. But he didn't understand, nor did he appreciate, the events that followed.

The child threw a ball and a mysterious star-shaped creature sprung into being and spat bubbles at the corpses, which didn't seem to care all that much. The scantily clad redhead was having much better luck, but she was still sustaining damage- for a few moments before it healed. He supposed it was possible that they were both illegal contractors, but he had never heard of a chain with these powers and he wasn't sure why any nobility in their right mind would invite a member of Pandora to tea while their servants flaunted an illegal contract. He really ought to arrest them on the spot, but frankly he was too shocked.

"Excuse me," he repeated, his hands folded neatly on top of his cane. "I believe I have an appointment?"

He was actually sure he didn't, but he didn't know why else someone would have brought him here. He would play nice for now, at least until he got a better idea of his position.

[cascade_misty]

Misty only watched in a mixture of horror, relief, and fear. That woman had just slayed a bunch of Pokemon...no, she was sure they were monsters by this point...with weapons. She had never seen anything like that. She fought the urge to cry out, but she ended up falling to her knees and panting for a moment.

She turned her attention to Togepii, reaching out and taking her into her arms. "I-It's okay, Togepii! Don't worry..." The creature in her arms continued to cry until it was sleeping again. Just as she took out her pokeball to return Starmie, she noticed the other man. She jumped backwards.

"W-what are you talking about? An appointment?" She pressed the center button, a red laser shooting out at the starfish. It quickly returned to its rightful place in its pokeball.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on here?"

[dollsy_npcs]

The phantasms weren't about to let Misty's question get answered, however. They appeared--well, one did--and approached the young trainer, touching her shoulder.

And then they both disappeared, whisked to some, deeper part of the house.

[blood_n_leather]

The last impaled monster was swiftly cut down, body falling to the floor. Staying in her crouched position for a moment, Rayne eventually stood as the phantasm whisked the smaller redhead away. Staring at the spot where they had been for a moment, she let out a breath in a long sigh, before her blades were sent swinging, up and parallel to her arms. The movement sent an arc of blood splatter onto the walls before they locked into place.

Well. Nothing she could do about it now, was there?

The last of her cuts healing with a few more drops of blood spilling onto her skin, Rayne turned to look at the second newcomer, again blinking. Appointment? Heh.

"You don't have an appointment." She blankly replied, turning to walk back towards her dropped bag of food.

[omnomnomsweets]

The girl with the chain was swept away by a group of men who looked sort of like plague doctors what with those strange masks and all, and the painted lady told him in a very rude manner that he didn't have an appointment.

Living dead aside, this wasn't exactly the welcome he would expect.

"And how would you know?" he asked, sounding perhaps a bit more testy than he meant to. He wasn't going to comment on the redhead's sudden disappearance; this woman didn't seem too bothered by it, so he wasn't going to make a fuss. He wished she had stayed though; he preferred children to... her kind.

[blood_n_leather]

"Because /nobody/ willingly comes here. Nobody sane, at least. So, either you're insane and came here of your own free will - Which I assume means that you also know a way out, and if that is true, I can promise you that /that/ little piece of information will be drug out of you one way or another. - or it means that you showed up here and have no idea what's going on." She answered, pausing as she reached the bag, kneeling down to pick it up.

"Just like the rest of us did." Slinging the backpack over her shoulder, Rayne gave a dry and emotionless chuckle. "But, as far as I know, none of us tried to play it off like we meant to end up here to hide our confusion."

It's surprisingly hard to write a post full of nonsense.

[omnomnomsweets]

Break established two things very quickly. The first was that, as far as this woman was concerned, he was stuck here permanently, apparently with several others, and none of them had much information. The second was that he absolutely hated this woman. Since the first meant that he was unlikely to get much useful out of her except maybe what goes on in this house, which he could figure out on his own, he took the course of action he usually took when he concluded that he hated someone. He mocked her.

"Oooooh?" He leaned uncomfortably close, studying her with a lazy smile. "Insane? Well, that's not impossible."

He took a step back and began pacing circles around Rayne and the dead things, drumming a light rhythm on the floor with his cane.

"In fact, I've been accused of it before. And it is strange, isn't it, that I would have an appointment when no one else did. Perhaps I belong here. Perhaps I'm here for the mad tea party. Perhaps I'm not here at all, and you're just going mad. Wouldn't it be ironic, if you were? The insane one is dreaming up some figment of sanity and accusing it of insanity. Oh, but I would be lying, since I think I am here, and it's commonly accepted that if you think, then you are. Or so I hear, from people who read more books than I do. So I'm here, and probably insane."

He paused to take off his hat and shake a few candies out of it, which he held out to Rayne.

"Want one?"

[blood_n_leather]

Lips twisting into a black smirk, Rayne ruefully shook her head, both in response to the offer of candy, and his somewhat rambling paragraph. It made her want to laugh, and she had to clamp down on the urge to actually do so. Ironic? No, it would be far too true, if her mind were to do that, considering it already had.

The smirk turned into a scowl, however, as she realized that all she was doing at that moment was wasting time. How pathetic of her. "I'll leave you to have fun with your crackpot theories." She muttered, turning away to leave him. "And whatever else the house has in store for it's inhabitants tonight."