A tale worth its time in Gold.

[-|Scarlett Darkfire|-]

"Who is he?"
"Who?"
"The man who was just here visiting you?"Dilla asked pointedly.
"Oh, that was just Tynel.  The man who was caring for LaLan for a time."
"You're voices woke me up. I had to pause on my way downstairs when I heard you're hushed voices carrying on for I didn't want to feel as though I was intruding on something private." Dilla's tone was suggestive and manipulative as always but SaCoya was too busy fantasizing about the festival and the ball and perhaps her hand in his in the upcoming event that promised to rock the Obelisk back to life.  She didn't give much notice to Dilla's predatorial approach to the topic.
"Hmm?  Oh, well there was no need to feel intrusive.  He came to thank me for the bouque of flowers I arranged for LaLan. He was rather grateful."
"And that was all he came to express was his thanks?"she replied sharply while folding her arms beneath ample breasts and studying SaCoya's every move.
"Of course...but when he arrived he ended up helping me with your situation which led me to be the one offering my thanks and gratitude. I kindly offered him a cup of coffee and we chatted for a bit. Turns out the Baron wouldn't mind me being alone escorted in his company after all as he truely is a kind heart.  He's no longer a stranger, wouldn't you say? Sacoya's fingers work their way around the peice of paper with his written note on it within her hand crumbling it into a paper ball before slipping it into a compartment of her work apron.
Dilla's cheeks turn a shade pink and her features shift into a pinched unfriendly expression as she starts.
"What situation did he help you with?"
"Well...you were passed out hun, I couldn't very well pick you up and carry you to bed all by myself and I didn't have the heart to leave you lying there in the middle of the floor."

And that was how SaCoya lost her job at the flourist shop.  It wasn't the first time that Dilla fired  her in a fit of anger and she was sure it wouldn't be the last.  Her influence on the business was too much appreciated to simply be dismissed.  Each occassion SaCoya was allowed a few days to 'rethink her transgressions' before Dilla would be forced to return with an apology and the reinstatement of her employment at the shop which was demonstrated through Dilla pretending as if nothing every happened.  It was the closest thing to an apology anyone would ever get from any member of the Stronghold family.

[Impossibility]

[Demons of the Ninth Kind]

Grass grounds thrive for motion, yearn for liveliness, and feast for instability. Soft winds travel for stability, travel for life, and travel for eternity. Festivals are equivalent with the structure of life, they are meant to bring motion, liveliness, and often bring instability. Festivals strive for stability, gatherings of life, and always perform on par with emotions making them memorable. The King of these lands has chosen wisely.

A Nifarious could learn to respect a man that possesses a heartfelt mentality, but only if this King was truly a man. The mutant studied Demons of the Ninth Kind and their behavior is much like this.

Fireworks with elegance can cause surprise, a difference in moods, and a sudden transformation in attitudes similar to the weather's schizophrenic change. The population in this town was amazingly high, the way people communicated with one another could be explained as kind, and if many were to see this town come to life, it could inspire others, just from watching, that spirits can intertwine in harmony. The way this Demon King nurtured this civilization, it's as if something of a miracle had happened to him.   

Further study of the Demons of the Ninth Kind situates the actions the Demon King had made, estimates statistics, and festers the deeds of an Fallen Angel into one single choice of two...

Forgiveness...

Vengeance...

It'd take judgment of character to believe in a Demon King's true agenda, true path, or true nature. The book left the Nifarious in a shroud of doubt, doubt that he couldn't possibly get the Demon King's true nature wrong. Doubt that he couldn't understand the Demon King's true agenda, and doubt that the Demon King will continue journeying his true path's route. There has yet to be one creature, he didn't understand...

The final rest the Nifarious was blessed with, ended when he was 10. Curiosity forever begged him to differ from what's planted in front of him. If he'd seen a strange colored apple lying on the ground at 11 years of experience, he would examine it, use whatever he could to understand it's nature and reason until he fulfilled his curiosity. At an age beyond which humans can handle, he's grown to believe in perfection. Perfection of himself, of those around him, and the surroundings he's been settled in. By perfection in the Nifarious's eyes would mean perfection in potential.

"Those that do not choose to become one with themselves could never reach perfection."-Jai Nifarious

-Return Home 3-

Journeys, Missions, Quests, or Objectives such as these, rarely have any happy endings. In the very moments the Nifarious finds time to study, things become far worse in the coming seconds. The Nifarious sees things differently then others, like others. He fears no deathblow, no woman nor man, he only fears what wraith he could bring upon himself. Sometimes understanding something can also be misunderstanding something, he believed. His friends for example betrayed him, left him for dead in his eyes, and didn't sort things out from their hearts. He placed blame on their race and not them individually. Within that very moment of realizing his own ignorance, he understood now, what the necroplasma inside of him had done.

In an attempt to lightweight or counter the necroplasma's effects. He would need to make change with those he named his friends, make peace with his situation, and further decrease his lust for power. His last mission pitted him against the very race he and others accused of being abominations. As he remembers each segment and battle with the Vampires of Iniquity vaguely, he has a small hint of reminder as to what occurred when they spoke to his wrath. Those individuals were oblivious to the reason the Nifarious struck and what intention their ancestors' creations were built for. A hero had already planted a seed amongst the Vampires which grows over their ancestors' traditions. This hero....came there several decades ago...

What extraordinary weight he was to pull in order bring himself to cope with living life out. The blame for such incredible weight was on the one whom revived him from death, a Demon of the First Kind.

Strength is what he needed, and strength is what the lord provided. Setting each individual with a heart nearly purified of true sin, his strength would depend on them. A fascination with women and the one closest to being pure would arrive in front of him. Beauty to catch the Nifarious's attention, innocent words to gain the Nifarious's affection, and a mentality that will keep the Nifarious's interest.

"Coya.."

The moment he feels her presence is the best to have, was the moment he knew he had a friend. Lies about his name and agendas were in her best interest. It was in his best interest only to keep her away from building, building spires that friends place around their hearts to protect it, trust. The more they spoke to one another the more others of the Fourth Kind disliked.

As the bells ring to the shop, the Nifarious is treated with Dilla's passing. When he goes to ask about Coya she...

[-|Scarlett Darkfire|-]

Her words were kind but the look Dilla had given her was void of even the faintest possibility of kindness.  They were coldly calculating as she had eye-balled the sleak material that poured in a smooth sheet down Sacoya's slight frame.  There was nothing spectacular about the dress but on her, it held a striking charm all its own.  On her, the wearer of the dress, it belonged and glowed with an effortless elegance like none of the other famous more popular styles the other women patriots would be sure to be wearing at the festival.

Sacoya studied herself in the mirror, flattening non-existant wrinkles in the silky folds of her gown, that rested in a pleasant soft lavender against the paleness of her skin.  Dilla's words stuck with her and that stare.  That unfriendly criticizing stare.  She takes a breath and exhales slowly picking up the folded japanese style fan laying on the table.  She had spent hours the night before scribbling notes, quotes, and topics of conversation on the fan itself as she'd had it laid spread out before her on her desk table.  Cleverly, she planned to refer to it should she get tongue tied with nerves or forget the form of decorum and political ettiquett while in the palace.
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"Coya?"she replies pretending to draw a blank.  He'd used her nickname. Had she supplied him with it or had it been his choice to create the pet name? Of course Dilla had just visited the SaCoya's house hours beforehand so she knew precisely who the man whom she'd come to know as Tynel was referring to.  But she was still angry with him for his last exit as he'd choosen to blatantly ignore her polite threat and leave the shop before her employee could return to his company.  Something was extremely irritating about the man.  Irritating and irresistable.  Perhaps it was because she knew she wasn't his type.  Did this man even have a type?  And what did he see in her employee?!  

"I'm sorry, but Sacoya is no longer employed here. But she asked me to direct you to her dwelling place should you show up.  She insisted on meeting you here to avoid my involvement but it was the least I could do after my rude behavior towards her."---she was over doing it but she didn't much care if he could see right through her dramatized script.  Those jungle green eyes pulled at his face as she draws a step closer to him.  "You failed to answer my question the last I spoke to you.  You do realize that will not make the secret disappear from my head.  I could report her treasonous claime of identity to the authorities."

She encircled his neck with her arms pressing the softness of a perfect coke bottle figure against him.  She smelled of honey suckle and a fruity bittersweet wine that would remain nameless. "Don't move."

Although it was a whisper...the command was crystal clear within those hushed vocals. Then the sound of the doorbell again as a dark tall and handsome figure stood now within its doorway blocking the entrance and the outside world from within the shop. "..."she releases him turning to frown deeply into the face of the man that stood at the door.

"She's on her way,"the man said looking severe and penetrating down into the eyes of his obvious employer, Dilla.
"I told you to watch her home! I told you to distract her until I gave you the signal!"
"I did," he growled.
"Then what's the problem? Why aren't you with her?"
"She...lost me in the crowds. We were walking and talking and she disappeared."
"Ah, lovely. Leave us."
"But Lady Stronghold..."
"Not another word,"she enounciated.

Then the door was opened and shut again with the soft doorbells ring and they were left alone.

[Impossibility]

-Return Home 3-


The Nifarious ironed out his character well enough to deploy a counter against his necroplasma problem. In the events to come, he had not forced any sort of distracting thoughts upon himself, forever remembering his single rule; whatever is to come is to be taken lightly.

Dilla spoke her first words to a demi god, sadly, jealousy crept over each word spoken, he ignored most of it. He answered with a single word. "Coya?" A single call, a single wonder, a single expression of worry, and a single hint to Dilla that she would be considered invisible to him.

Still searching for Coya's very own scent in a human fashion, the Nifarious pretended to be apart of civilization as they know it. Though these people live under a demon's rule, they can't assume that's the only species out there can they? Until this is discovered as a fact, he would guess he'd need to stay in disguise.  Even amongst the presence of the serpent.


Dilla comes as if I'd given her an order to, as if I asked her to, as if I WANTED her to. This is not who I'm here for. I was ready to leave this place before she could breathe life into her words. She showered me with threats and now she attempts to dry me off with her bodily smell of cheap carpet freshener? Should I tell her to go to a refreshing room to pick dry nasal mucus from those fuel exhaust nostrils? Do I direct her to a cactus she could fornicate with on her personal time? Or do I just laugh in her face? What is a man to do....

He knows..

"The distance between us was mutual, don't make it comical."

The Nifarious knows that distance between them is similar to a divine release from an eternity of punishment. He was blessed by the gods to keep those pencil nipples from prodding him any further into actual suicide. Her words were not as daunting as her constant attempts at figuring out if her breath stunk or not. It did. To think, he helped this little wench out and this is how she goes on to repay him!

Each man has his price of how much he's gonna pay for a barf bag, even Jai. Pursuing an exit the Nifarious would continuously hum a tune, a tune from toon reality. A comical tune that's sure to irritate Dilla. Being kept against his will is not something he's grown to like.

"Ah my beautiful Coya, so softly spoken, so much more brilliant, so vibrant, and so unique. Where art thou? Excuse me Miss Dillinger? If my soon to be wife isn't here and isn't with that man, then I believe I should take my leave. My time here would surely displease my soul mate."

Oh yes...words that fuel jealousy, he had a library of them. But of course a few sly remarks aren't going to get a human like himself out of a jam is it? Maybe if he nods while doing that cocky smirk, maybe then she would let him go?

[-|Scarlett Darkfire|-]

"You don't strike me as  a dumb witted compulsive looking for cheap thrills,"she starts as she begins circling him slowly as if his direct insults were mere water droplets that rolled off her shoulders and down her soft pink skin effortless and uneffective.

She pauses before him again locking eyes with his gaze before coming to a quick point. "So then again, I ask you.  What do I get in exchange for my silence on the secrets revealed in last night's cozy conversation with Coya?  It is a big claime to state oneself royalty.  She is but a human on top of that.  And to think...whether it is true or not, your future wife will become one of two things if word reaches King Vash...dead or changed into that which you despise the most."

It was a bold guess but she threw it out there anyway.  Dilla knew how close the family ties were that be with the devil dynasty and especially how darker the bloodlines ran in their sister realm, Iniquity wherein lied the other half to the Shadowed Obelisk King's family, ruled by the famous feline Queen Justice herself.  They would want SaCoya to join as one of them.  Maybe not force it upon the mortal female at first but definately would be leaning towards that in the end...

And it had been obvious in his tone. Dilla had known even without seeing Tynel's face that night, from standing on the steps, when he'd spoken of his relation to the King as being apart of his secret service, that there had been a hint of sarcasim if not malice in his voice.  Did he even in fact like his job?  Did he like the king?

[Impossibility]

-Return Home 3-

Dilla explained that a melancholy event was to embark upon him, had she'd known she was speaking to a mutant she would've dulled her tongue. A short temper and a flick of the wrist could redecorate this entire shop with the blood of that black balling bitch. Dilla turned this into a challenge, something like a test for the Nifarious, she asked him two meaningful questions, one that favors the necroplasma and one that he would have to take action to answer.

Do you truly have a heart for Coya?

And

Will you murder me to keep your secret safe?

"What are parents teaching kids these days?" The Nifarious mutters to himself as his smirk fades. Again someone is in his way that was meant to be squashed, but his morals kept him from achieving a stress deaf date with Coya. A blood soaked path is not what he'd came here for, especially not in what he was wearing today. His Classic Black Baroni Birdseye suit costs him more then what this entire shop makes a week, fuck throwing that away, he refused that offer more than twice today.

"She'll be changed into something I despise most? A MAN!? They're doing sex changes in Shadowed Obelisk!? I knew something was funny about this town!! Ok no, seriously now...so you're saying that you'll tattle tell on me if I don't give you something? What in this shop do you not already have? If this is all over a lollipop then Imma be incredibly displeased with you. And I swear if you try to put me on a mission to find a certain flower like an RPG game you've played so help me god!!" Oh he was taking shots, better believe he will continue to under such a stupid situation as extortion from a minor.

The necroplasma was talking, fueling his engine of chaos more and more. This had to be the worst oil change in the history of mankind.

[-|Scarlett Darkfire|-]

There were eyes on her again.  She could feel it in the soft bristle of the fine hairs as they stood erectly on edge ontop of the surface skin of her forearms and neck.  A new set of eyes were now upon her. Inhuman, ferile and agressive.  The black hell hound stood its ground on all fours, starring daggers at her with its blood speckled demonic irises as its tongue flopped loosely out of the side of its foaming mouth.

Her first thought was that the dog was rabid and out of its right mind from the effects of some form of animal's illness.  So she'd done the next best logical thing and avoided its path by weaving around its first two or three approaches and allowing herself to be lost in the flow and ebb of the city streets crowds that were already growing with festive life in anticipation of the afternoon's later activities.  But this particular hound had kept showing its face, on every street corner and looming at every post she'd passed as if some haunting apparition.

It was then made obvious that the possessed hellhound was no ordinary dog at all...and that it actually had a target.  Her.  It had been following her the entire time. She takes one timid step sideways testing the creature's boundaries.  It opened its jaws flashing lethal rows of daggered teeth letting loose a deep warning growl.  But it made no approach towards her nor away.  It just sat there blocking the alleyway  and obstructing her path which was the quickest and most direct path to the Flourist Shop.  Tynel was bound to be there already, wasn't he?  She thought of him, as she eyed this viscious canine before her and forced herself to calm.

"Who are you?  What do you want?"  The apparition cocked its head growling even deeper letting gobs of druel spill on the ground from its mouth. She tries again in a more calming soothed tone in hopes that her guess was right in that it wasn't just 'some dog' and that it was indeed, 'after her or something perhaps on her person' which would mean it had the ability to reason.  

Her heart fell when her gaze caught the front entrance outline of the flower shop from a few yards behind the hellhound.  She was almost there.  "Listen, can't this wait until later?  I have a date who is expecting me and an important appointment in the palace to attend. With my date.  I mean on this date.  I mean...with this guy that has promised to escort me."  Her pulse quickened when she thought of his voice, his lips moving confidently to the rhythm of whatever he was saying for whatever purpose and to prove whatever point he was trying to make.   The apparation failed to react.  It continued to glare acrosss the spanse of feet at her with its teeth bared and its druel dripping to form a gross puddle at its feet.  She could smell its foul breath from where she stood.  

A hand flutters to her throat in nervous mock shock only to slid smoothly around her neck to the back of her neck's base.  The bobby pin that held her hair in place slid from its place soundlessly, the same way it punctured the main artery of the hound's neck silently as it tore through the rough epidermis of his fur, hide, and sinew into the meat of its innards to peirce the vein.  It was on her, clawing at the ground beneathe her as it writhed in pain yelping helplessly before falling limp.  Sacoya stood slowly what seemed like hours after that staring down at her dress then the ground.  There was nothing there.

No blood, no druel, no fur, no dog.
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It wasn't her fault that she'd made the first and foremost horrible assumption known to man when it came to the man before her.  Dilla had honestly thought he was human.  And it was common belief that traditionally both in religion and in the supernatural beliefs, all humans despise creatures of the night.  Devils were pretty much at the top of the list.  How could he not have guessed off the bat what she meant when she said Coya may be turned into that which he despised the most?  She found it irritating and very odd.  Unless...he did not know the Dark Lord's true bloodline which would be damn near impossible not to know if his claim of status and hired position for the King's elite was in fact true.

She then began to doubt him as the first suspicious thought was birthed in her youthful mind.  His insults just fueled her fire as she stopped her pacing around him to motion him to her with the curl of her forefinger in a 'come here' motion.  She'd decided that she didn't wish to compromise who she really was and what she really wanted this early in their 'relation'.  She'd simply toy with the idea of him not being whom he really said he was and dance with the devil a bit so to speak.  Funny how she'd never considered him to also be a possible con artist as well.  Although SaCoya definately didn't fit the bill either but Dilla, in all her vanity, was positive that SaCoya was not nor would she ever have an ounce of royal blood in her vains.  The lady didn't have the air, the countenance, the witt or leadership skills of one.  She was just another pretty face of which Dilla also despised about her former employee.  It was why the Baron doted on Coya so.

"You have two things I want.  You choose which one you are willing to give in exchange for my silence.  You can either sex me, or work for me.  Take you're pick.  You have exactly 13 seconds."

SaCoya.  That bitch had survived Dilla's projective illusion nicely.  

[Impossibility]

-Return Home 3-

"You know...ever since I placed my arms around you the other night, I knew something was very special about you..."

The Nifarious starts for Dilla with a walk mimicking that of royalty; a motion so smooth it defines the very meaning of grace. He creates an aura of comfort with soft Azul irises, and his right hand goes to the top button of his jacket. As blood begins to erect what had dangled, he guides his jacket's button through the slit, gazing deeply into Dilla's eyes with unharming eyes. Eyes of nature's most colorful preserve are upon Dilla, clashing with the mutant's very tint, but alas he seems unstoppable with desirable eyes.

As he stands just before Dilla, he slips yet another button out of place, the jacket nearly opened wide enough for discomfort....for Jai...but it'd opened wide enough to discomfort...

A purple blur smashes through the ceiling, not the window or the door, the fucking ceiling. The wooden planks split and cave in overhead, not one splinter seemed to bother the cause from straightening it's back out. A split second of fresh air and next would come a gust of death.

She's here...

Eyes that were soft and lovely to the townsfolk were no more blacker than the ace of spades this day. The silver nose to jaw half mask could create an identity unbeknownst to either of the keyplayers except Jai. Silver gauntlets on both wrists and black gloved hands that tightened around a polished blade accompanied the Nifarious's eyes. The weapon within her hands is odd, odd enough to be categorized as rare. Kusarigamajutsu users could understand it, the basic swordsman wouldn't be able to. A silver belt with small purple pouches joined around the hip and you'd have yourself a woman who's set to kill.

With the silver bladed and purple custom decorated kusarigama, a tight fitted purple leather jumpsuit, and a temper that went to hell, she squeezes her weapon at the sight of Jai's half unbuttoned jacket and begins to swing the spiked chain above her head. It can be said that Prime was out to assassinate someone tonight, just as the Nifarious had planned her to.

Coya had spoken about Prime before under her other name, her cover name; Stephanie. The Nifarious had spoken of Coya to Prime days before setting his plan in motion, he spoke of the flowershop and he spoke of what Coya was built like which was described similar to what Dilla's description would be. Using Prime's jealousy would create an atmosphere most displeasing for Dilla but at the same time, the Nifarious analyzed what had made his necroplasma go off the first time he entered the shop. Having seen proof of Dilla's abilities, by using his heightened senses from necroplasma, the Nifarious had learned of her abilities and a normal human child cannot create an illusion. Azul eyes would remain, he was still making sure Coya was safe where she was with Scan, and he'd known about Prime's intentions through her heart-rate increasing from evidently watching Jai.

At this moment, Jai would be behind a desk having pretended Prime's entrance had startled him. Sadly for Dilla, Prime hadn't come here just to retrieve Jai, she wanted the woman whom he's so "into".

[-|Scarlett Darkfire|-]

"OMG!"Dilla screamed balling her hands into fists and launching at the intruder's face blindly.  She was almost sure to lose an arm had not the door bells jangled again to usher in the warm scent of cocoa butter and vanilla.  Scents from the bubble bath and lotions SaCoya had taken part of before her planned 'date' with Tynel.  Looking at him now made her nervous because it was at that very instance that she realized he had an affect on her.  Even as her eyes pass over him to the display of destruction and violence in the middle of the shop where the roof had fallen in...

"You bitch!  That roof was the hottest rooftop of the entire upper east side in this Kingdom!  It will cost a pretty penny to have fixed!  I am in so much trouble!  You fucking moron, you could have used the door, its unlocked!  So kill me now, I'd rather die than to put up with the Baron's shit."---Dilla was sobbing, while throwing anything her hands could grasp at the masked female accompanying her.  She'd been reduced to the fifteen year old spoiled brat she truely was.

She was in the middle of chunking a chair across the room at the intruder when SaCoya stops her.  "Dilla!  By the gods, have you gone mad?  Put that down and I'll get a broom to start cleaning up." Dilla's glowering blue eyes regard, SaCoya with silent shock and puzzlement.  When had she gotten there?  Where had she come from?  Damn, the little wench looked kinda pretty in that pasty gown of hers.  She was jealous all over again but for different reasons this time.  Royalty?!  Could this woman truely be?

SaCoya busied herself with obtaining a broom and dust pan in the hall closet, actually turning her back to the two women in full trust that her voice of reason had been enough to end whatever skirmish they had.  

[Impossibility]

-Return Home 3-

Azul eyes had begun to ware off, those eyes of promised comfort had turned back original. Behind the desk, the Nifarious was mumbling to himself about Prime's presence. He simply asked why Coya wasn't stopped by the huge man from earlier, he actually was counting on him to interfere with her entering. A misstep in his thoughts, the effect of necroplasma? It'd have to be.  It was beyond too late to go back, it was suddenly in the middle of taking action. He pleaded beforehand that Coya would stay out of the situation but pleas are only hopes and so far hopes had been crushed.

 The Nifarious takes off his jacket swiftly and places both palms together, his head is held low as he begins banishing his wicked thoughts to help him in his current jam. Eyes closed and his adrenaline began to pump, a thrill was to come. Prime was on a rampage and he needed to do what a man has to do in the time of a woman who's pissed. Run.

The window adjacent to the mutant was shattered by his steel body, forearms crossing, body curling, and a human landing on the other side, the mutant would dart down the alleyways. Prime was hot in pursuit, she ran with abnormal speed, enough to transform thoughts into assuming that she wasn't running at all, hovering rather.

Birthing a strategy during a chase is talent most people don't have, right now with necroplasma straining his thought process, the Nifarious was one of those people. What he could use was his memory of the town's layout, zipping around corners aware of Prime's very weakness in speed. A straight path against Prime would mean capture in a hot 5 seconds but she's not known to capture what she chases.  The last corner he cut and Prime would begin her shouting at him about past relations, the Nifarious doesn't wanna hear that shit so he goes on to throw a barrel at her. Completely enraged Prime is running along walls to avoid obstacles that he could set in her path and then...

She stopped....but I can't find her.......

*flashback*

"Dilla!  By the gods, have you gone mad?  Put that down and I'll get a broom to start cleaning up."

*flashback*

She went after....Coya..

To be taken lightly was now an afterthought, Prime was going to rip Coya to shreds in the next seconds to come, he has to hurry back....

"Nifarious...." A whisper that traveled at the heightened level of the wind, it sounded distant at first but a second cover made it sound nearer and the third even closer.

"Telepathy?" The Nifarious thought to himself as he reaches for what wasn't there, his sword.

"Yessssssss Telepathy...." The familiarity in the vocals trapped the Nifarious inside of a state of emergency, his loss of Coya's safety was respectively replaced with his very own, it was only instinct.

He Fled.....fled to keep the demons away.

---Purple Storms---


[Prime]
"So you're that bitch..."

Just a few words that should put Coya on edge and prepare her for death. Again the rooftop entrance wasn't sullied by anything, the powerhouse feel should accumulate fear of her arrival. The sickle in her left hand was spun between digits to only flex the arm and bring warmth and acception of the death blow. Whatever Coya was feeling at this very moment didn't matter to Prime and from the looks of it, wouldn't matter to Dilla either.

My chain swings...my body feels as light as a paperweight....my sickle is tightened...my blade's carnal desire...just a giggle away..

"Ready or not...here I come!"

 The sickle is launched into a direction that will seem to miss Coya by an inch but take whatever strands of hair hanging from her right cheek. This wasn't going to be a deathblow, this was the envious attack.

"A god....chose it over me....a void over me! Have I not trained my entire life just to be in his arms? Just to feel his breath on me while I lay in his arms? I will use my body, mind, and blade to make her moan, scream his name, shake her bodily fluids from her lips and eject herself from life with death's release. Oh yes, YES it will be magical  Oooooh my husband why aren't you here? Don't you wanna watch?"
  

[-|Scarlett Darkfire|-]

It all happened at once for the poor unfortunate unknowing SaCoya as she turned from the cleaning closet with broom and dust pan in hand, to come face to face with an axe-head or so it looked like one.  The blade was excruciatingly sharp so that its fine edge was almost as thin as a sheet of paper and bounced silverish light off of its surface in an angry glare.  It was crescent shaped like a half moon and was positioned on a stick and chain...like a sickle.  She noticed all this unintentionally of course but still with sharp clarity. She falls back instantly in the the sway of the blade's swing while shoving the metal dust pan up before her face with both arms like a sheild.  There was a shreiking cutting sound like nails on a chalk board where metal perhaps meets metal.  

The injured dustpan went undaunted.  SaCoya was momentarily distracted by this fact as she chanced a quick glance over the dustpan in confused awe.  Not a scratch was on it but she knew that the blade had undeniably clashed with its surface during that lethal swing towards her cheek.  She would have lost a good lock of hair had it not been for the faithful sturdy ...dustpan? "Woman, I don't know you!  By god, how can you hate me so?  If I didn't know any better, you're trying to kill me."----had she accidently ran over this mystic chick female assassine's dog in another life while bicycling down a hill as a child?  She wasn't sure what the grudge is but was positive that the woman was not confused about her target.  She was aiming to destroy Coya.  It was as simple and painfully obvious as that.

"My switch blade!  Give it here,"Dilla cried while emphatically wringing her arms out as if to receive an open hug, beckonging for SaCoya to throw her the...dustpan.  What on God's green earth was wrong with this picture?  Was Dilla referring to the metal dustpan that SaCoya held as a switchblade? It all began to make a little sense but not in time enough for Coya to make her first rational decision about her odds in this fight.  

Fight or flight?

She clung to the dustpan now fingering its surface frantically for some sort of activation module that would transform it into its true shape as her former boss was claiming it to be.  A switch blade.  It was her only weapon at this time. "Please, can we talk this out?  Why are you so royally pissed at me?  Is it the dress?  You can have it or I can make you one just like it..."she wasn't trying to be smart because she truely admired and valued the sleak form fitting lace gown she was wearing.  It wasn't too froo froo and yet not so simple and plain that it did little for her complexion.

[Impossibility]

---Purple Storms---

Prime had never been significantly different from her usual self, even when she faked the role of Stephanie, this very moment, this very instant when she goes to tug her kusari gama back to her side marked a depressing moment history.

*Replay*
"Please, can we talk this out?"
*Replay*

"Talk..." Coya's proposal was given an high raised brow, this brow held a completely shocking expression on Prime's face. Her head tilts insinuating that she didn't understand the word, very similar to a puppy just learning of a whistle but unlike a puppy this word doesn't become her favorite calling.

*Replay*
"Why are you so royally pissed at me?"
*Replay*

"Pissed..." Prime's head positioned itself correctly as if to understand the words that Coya had spilled with an ignorant mind. Her head turns away from Coya for just a brief "intermission", she asks herself the same question and all the memories began to flood in. Eyes of silver were lubricated to shine but this self issued liquid would begin to cascade down her face, steams of tears exploded beside her feet.

*Replay*
"Please, can we talk this out?."
*Replay*

"........"Prime's eyes had given all fluid it could, they'd go for Coya's. Once locked they'd dilate as if right ahead of her was darkness itself, the very outline of hell.  For someone like Prime, whom seeks to end all darkness in the world for Jai's dream to come true, she would find herself ready to claim her title as Jai's Kunochi of Light.

*Replay*
"Is it the dress?"
*Replay*

"No it's not the dress..."She mutters as tears dry when she snatches her weapon back into a tight fitting hand. Bloodshot eyes would work onto Coya's; If Coya swayed from side to side Prime's eyes would reach their corners to keep her targeted, if were as if she were a snake hypnotized by the rhythm...of Coya's heart. Her eye sockets edges had changed black all around and inflated bags had torn into what beauty she had left. The once clear streams of tears have dried and turned black, it's like the wind itself carried enough purity from Coya's aura and ran it over Prime's face to clash good and evil on it's surface. What was left was a torn, distraught, and desperate fallen angel.

*Replay*
"Please, can we talk this out?"
*Replay*

"......no....." Prime's teeth clamped together as if forced shut, she listened to the replay over as if Coya had said something again for her to comprehend. It came out clear as day with the gestures from Coya repeating themselves, her memories couldn't be deciphered as just that and placed her in Limbo.

*Replay*
"Is it the dress?"
*Replay*

"NO!"Prime's mind began to play tricks on her, she felt the need to find the answer to the questions but now her failure to do so would irritate her as much as hearing repeats of Coya's voice. Her teeth began to grind against one another as the sentences kept repeating as if there were a message she needed to get but couldn't.

*Replay*
"Why are you so royally pissed at me?"  
*Replay*

"Are you calling me silver spoon fed...?" Prime picked apart Coya's words finding their "true" definitions. She found smart alack remarks and small hidden insults packed into that one sentence. She issued a rhetorical question for Coya to answer. But this was also a question she needed answered.

*Replay*
"Is it the dress?"
*Replay*

"Stop it..."

*Replay*
"Why are you so royally pissed at me?"
*Replay*

"Stop..."

*Replay*
"Please, can we talk this out?"
*Replay*

"STOP!!"

*Replay*
"Is it the dress?"
*Replay*

"IT'S NOT THE DRESS BITCH IT'S YOU!!!!!!!" A blood curdling scream comes out behind it, she takes a wild savage leap for Coya, her sickle raises with a heaving chest covering her chin as she leans back slightly enough to swing her strongest. If this sickle is forced down into a piece of shit switch-blade it'd demolish it's defenses and slice Coya in two....


-----Warrior of Light----

Only I would know the power behind Prime, I've trained with her before. My time to act is now.

I move with my gift, my inheritance, and my grace all for someone I've just met. My palm is enough for this simple task, I use it to pull up fifty pounds of adamantium and crash it into the very blade that seeks to harm her, Coya. My instant of revealing myself in my assassin clothing would dawn on both Coya and Dilla as to who or what I truly am. I have no regrets in taking this mission, I only wished Prime didn't turn out this way..

The sickle itself was reduced to just a small stick, I rushed myself to her side and caught her. "Prime..." I said as I held her. Blood seeps through the chest of her clothing just inches above her heart. I'd attempted to catch the sickle's blade before it had became lethal while airbourne but I'm not as mentally "flexible" as I used to be and failed saving her life. Again I curse this necroplasma flowing through my veins. In my hands posed a threat that I wished wouldn't have posed anything near it from the jump. If not for Prime, I wouldn't have known how to call forth the demon messenger and now I couldn't repay her for the favor. For such simple hands I possess could only cause destruction and chaos. My weakness had been revealed to the audience around me, but they'd not known if my decision was to heal her or to watch her die slowly, they know nothing of my abilities, but I know they assumed something. The best I could for Prime at this point was..

"Jai..." She whispered into my ear, the necroplasma she voluntarily placed inside of her bloodstream for experimentation hadn't taken her completely. She was a soldier tougher than most men. I felt that reading her mind was now not an option, I'd brought her here and now I've.."Jai...don't be disappointed..." Is this...possible? "Are you reading my mind?" She...she...has my abilities...I can...I can still...save her. The gods must be looking down upon us and blessing us. "Jai..." "Please listen Diana, if you concentrate necroplasma on a certain point in the body you could reconstruct what you have lost, you know rebuild." I wait there, I don't care who's talking around me, I don't care what's going on...I just want Diana to live.

I closed my eyes waiting for her, waiting to see those beautiful silver eyes live up to their full potential, I opened my eyes to find Diana lying there peacefully, silver eyes lovingly placed on me, she is soft on my eyes when she smiles, she knows I love it when she smiles. I soften myself to her moment of strength, I am proud of her she...truly deserves my heart..

As I give Diana the benefit of a doubt, she begins to drift away from me, the necroplasma can only contain itself for so long within the human body before it completely chews it's way out disintegrating the body. I didn't warn Diana of this because I wasn't sure about my theory..but living proof was just before me, this necroplasma had forced me to act foolishly and in a sense I feel even more vulnerable to it's power. It'd taken my trust in myself away from me. I knew those last thoughts would set Diana free for I examined her with my new found ability in which I found blood building up with each word ultimately clogging her throat forcing her to find a different way to communicate...and just like I expected from my Kunoichi of Light she found a way...

Now I stand without any organic evidence of what was in my hands, but what I've found was the necroplasma had taken the body but not the blade. I pick up what materials I could fit into the jacket I purposely left behind and looked one more time at Coya's forever glowing figure then to Dilla's darkness, I gave Dilla a look of her being at fault. She doesn't know yet but when she gets older I will kill her. I headed for the door silently. What more could I ask for but the favor to bury my close friend in peace?

I'd restore the shop back to it's original state with telekinesis making it easier on them and myself...to forget this day....where I couldn't save someone.
 

[-|Scarlett Darkfire|-]

She caught him by the wrist turning him to face her on his way towards the door in a silent procession to the sound of the funneral music she imagined he was hearing in his head.  Her fingers were warm yet light about his large wrist and only lingered with a slight tug to pull him to a gentle pause.  She didn't intend to keep him.  That would be considered disrespect from where she came from, if she were to hold him up after he'd just witnessed the death of a ...loved one?  Her head hurt from trying to grasp understanding of it all.

Dilla stood there after having snatched the metal dustpan from SaCoya's hand, and watched Sacoya stop Tynel at the shop enterance.  Her gaze narrowed but she made no attempt to move towards them.

"I am sorry for...your loss. And thank you for..."  ...saving my life Those words held a heavier weight in the air than either of them wanted to admit.  He'd saved a life to lose another?  Somehow it did  not equate and she was left to bare the burden of this sacrifice. Now he was leaving. Exiting the shop and turning his back on everything within it.  She, was within the shop. Of course she'd somehow known that this kind-hearted stranger wasn't in town for a permanent stay.  He'd probably just been passing through...hadn't he?  But then that didn't explain his close relations to the woman.  Had the woman who'd just died before them been a local. The pain in his eyes stung her in ways she couldn't describe. Who...was she? What did I do to make her angry? "Will you meet me  tomorrow night on the bridge?" She wanted answers but the urge to let him walk away was overpowering her and she turned from him not waiting for an answer.

If he showed, she would know.

-----------------------------------The Next Morning----------------------------

"But where will you go?! The King's men are searching for you.  They came by the shop last night after you'd left inquiring of your whereabouts.  Of couse I thought you'd gone off to the festival by then and were amongst the partiers."
"Don't worry about me, Dilla.  I have everything under control.  Just let me get the rest of my things.  I'll be gone by noon."But she didn't have everything under control.  She'd had nightmares throughout the night.  Tynel's hands had engulfed her embracing her and simeltaneously crushing her bones in a death grip as he held her.  Passion and rage mingled with his being in the dream and his face kept contorting between his own and the face of the masked villaness who'd attacked her.  

How had she been apart of their story without even had known them since before three days ago?  It spooked her into the haunted silent mood she was in now as she brushed past the mouthy Dilla.
"Don't be a fool, my dear Coya.  Dilla has told me enough of your adventures last night and of what might have become of you.  We are all simply worried for your safety.  Perhaps its best you come stay at the Stronghold estate until I talk these matters over with the King's representatives and see if we can't get this rumor cleared involving you."
Coya paused as the Baron stepped out from the shadows dressed primly to the T in a suit and black collared bow tie as if he'd just come from conducting an orchestra.  All that was missing was his conductor's batton.
"Dilla, you called upon your father?"She was furious. She just wanted to get out of there and the Baron presented yet another obstacle.
"Of course I did.  There was considerable damage to the shop that needed discus---"
Coya cut her off.
"Damage?! What damage?  Everything is as it was and always has been.  Look around!"Her voice carried a rising trill to it that gave away the growing hysteria in her veins. She felt trapped. Stiffled.
"You know what I'm referring to. You were witness to it. Do you deny what took place here last night?"Dilla challenged smartly knowing that Coya was damn near incapable of lying. Something Dilla saw as a very unattractive weakness in her former employee but nonetheless used quite often to her advantage.
"It doesn't matter what took place last night. You can re-count the story to me later.  Right now you are to retreive your things and come with me.  I've a carriage waiting out back in the alley to take you to the Estate.  I need time to work things out with the King's noble's.  They will directly confront the King on my behalf I assure you, Sweet Coya."
Both Dilla and Coya tensed at the endearment he'd attached to her name.  Dilla tensing out of disgust and naked jealousy whereas Coya tensed out of embarrassment and unease.  Why was he showing her such mercy and concern as if she was his own daughter?  The affections were somehow inappropriate and misplaced. She hadn't even known the Strongholds that long to be treated as an equal let alone an intimate friend.
"Thank you so much, Baron Stronghold and I can't tell you how gracious I am to have befallen the  kindnesses and priviledge of your family but I wouldn't dream of jeopardizing your name and house with the personal troubles of my own life." She rushes past him to the study and closes the door behind her exhaling with a shudder before he could formulate a reply.