08-05-2016, 07:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-05-2016, 07:54 PM by Remilia Scarlet.
Edit Reason: Removed a redundant part that was addressed in previous post
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Inside the looming Scarlet Devil Mansion, a beacon of red in the quiet night of Gensokyo, its master sat upon her throne in fine apparel. Her gaze rolled across the immense room that was the center of her home with her chin rested on her interlaced fingers, meant to hold many so that they could bask her glory but now empty except for Remilia and her staff. Moonlight drifted in through the gothic windows that lit the vaulted ceiling above, the floor tiled in intricate patterns with a red carpet from the door to the dais which the vampire sat on for the moment. The cathedral like design was opulently decorated, although simple in color scheme, and stood out greatly to the eastern lands she now lived in.
It was her fortress as she plotted and schemed for power, her sanctuary as she felt weak and hungry, and her castle when she wished to enjoy her time in games or with the company of others.
And yet something seemed off about it. She examined her surroundings. Noting the fairy maids that exuberantly went about their choirs that they might even complete and the many knickknacks on display. They seemed fine. She glanced behind her to see the massive painting of herself that hung on the wall at the back of the room, the subject set in a regal yet cute pose. The vampire's friend and personal magician Patchouli Knowledge had always said it was a gaudy thing but other than said friend’s poor tastes nothing seem wrong there. Remilia looked to the side where her perfect and elegant maid Sakuya stood at the ready for the whim of her master. She was the image of graceful servitude, like a heavenly machine built for this purpose.
Or a loyal dog, for those who’d want a more derogatory description. Those people tend to not live for long as they found the knives she held were not for cake cutting.
“Does something seem odd to you about today?” The vampire asked her servant, who in turn looked toward the mistress with her beautiful blue eyes then across the room.
“Nothing that I have noticed, Mistress.” Sakuya answered flatly, although Remi had a hard time reading her face if she was telling the truth. In fact, it seemed impossible to read anyone’s face. Where they always this blurry? The vampire thought nothing of it, even as the nerve in her mind that doubted this reality sparked “Shall you being eating dinner in the dining room, or will you eat here?”
“I’ll eat here” The undead child answered, and watched as a tray and platter was pushed across the bare concrete floor to the broken stage she stood at. The lid was removed to reveal a dismembered body of a human, each limb laid on top of each other like a crab plate and the head in particular stood up with its eyes rolled back and tongue hung from its lip.
The vampire grimaced at the vulgar display that was her meal. It is true that she drinks blood to sustain her life, but this was just too on the nose for her and was not to her standards.
“What is this!? Do I look as some simple monster who will eat anything put in front of me!?” The vampire chided the others as she stood up, the staff members leaned their heads forwards as they saw the mistress’ wraith “Throw this away!”
“Yes, mistress” Said the voice of Sakuya as the ghoul moved over the red carpet to the plate, ripping the limb away from the corpse on the sidewalk of the ruined city can began to tear at the flesh with her horrible teeth. The others moved towards the corpse as well and began to devour it alive, the red haired boy screaming in pain as the fairies ate at the body. Remilia huffed at this poor display of manners and walked off into the halls of her home.
She ran through the ruins as the monsters chased after her, her leg hobbled as blood leaked from the wound in her legs and across her black Led Zepplin shirt. She looked back to see her chief maid try to follow her, milky and bulging eyes stared down and apologies flew from the primped servant, but Remilia continued to walk away through her decorated home, street lamps guiding the way as the clouds thickly covered the sky. With one last turn she made it to the stairs that led down to her sister’s room. Someone who could save her from her boredom and maybe tell her why everything seemed so strange. She opened the normally locked door to see a figure stand before her.
Large and imposing, a twisted body with a massive sword welded to her arm and crippled wing which a rainbow array of crystals hung from them. A single cat ear and red dress revealed what it once was but more importantly the hunger in its eyes seemed bare to see yet the vampire stood there under aware that this was not reality.
“Flandre, does today seem off to you?” and in an instant, the scarlet devil was cut down on the spot.
Remilia stirred as she was brought back to the land of light, although that wasn’t quite appropriate when it was still night out on this island. She was jostled as the vehicle she suddenly found herself in took a slight bump and a pain rushed through her entire leg. She wanted to scream as a horrible jostling where the wound had connected meant she had a broken bone, but she managed to force it down to just a very audible wince. If she wasn’t wake before, she was now.
“How are you feeling?” Gin offered, but he didn’t need to hear answer as he saw the great rolls of tears that pooled around the vampire’s eyes and ran down her face. It was obviously she was in great pain, but now he got to hear about it.
“What do you think!?” Remilia shouted with a sudden twist to face him, but that only resulted in another pained sob as her sudden movement sent another bolt down her body. Even with the splin in place, every jostle and bump was like a lightning struck over and over and she was the fool strapped to it. She was close to fall into a sobbing fit, but she held it in because of appearance but she knew that Gin had taken a far more grievous injury. How he had managed to remain so chipper when there was a clear hole in his now bloodied outfit where there was a hole in his chest alluded her. But she would grin and bare it if only to not be showed up.
“Did you do this?” The child looked down at the bars that held her leg straight, although her attention was also around the mechanical monstrosity that Gin had slapped together while she had slept. As she thought back to it, she was sure she was dreaming. But what of? She can’t remember, the memory was already fleeting. Regardless, it seems the redhead had let his inner MacGyver out with everything made from parts clearly not designed to go together to create weapons of mass zombie killing.
“I didn’t think you knew how to build a splint”
Remilia scoffed “I’m older than when you were just a twinkle in the eye of your great great ancestors” Gin did not want to think how old that was “I know how to take care of myself. My turning came with more than a few enemies” But she let out a sigh as she remembered the sudden attack from behind as she thought they had made it out mostly unharmed. Although the make-do bandages around her arms reminded her that completely unharmed was impossible “Unfortunately, neither of us shouldn’t HAVE to use those skill”
“Yeah, I thought you could see the future” Gin asked innocently enough, but when he glanced toward the scarlet devil to see her reaction he saw the eyes of a predator drill hated to his skull, eating away to give a singular thought that what he did was A Bad Thing To Do. He stared ahead and kept his focus on the road and hoped that he won’t get slapped again, but thankfully for him the vampire wasn’t up to it.
“Apparently primes and fate don’t work well together. Otherwise I would have seen that side swipe coming.” She grimaced, thought her anger was more directed at herself than at her companion. She took a few stubs of paper that she had kept inside her pockets and held them, focused that anger and energy into them, and in a flame of red magic the spell cards were made a new with magic once again inside them to be used against her enemies “Only thing we can do now is try to find some allies and hopefully we’ll be better prepared to fight that super ghoul”
“Think it’s still alive?”
“Call it a hunch. When you’re around the same company I have, you know what is and isn’t hard to put down” And as the two rode back into town, an eerie silence crept over them as they could not think of anything else, their eyes and ears always sweeping in fear that their stalker might strike again.
It was her fortress as she plotted and schemed for power, her sanctuary as she felt weak and hungry, and her castle when she wished to enjoy her time in games or with the company of others.
And yet something seemed off about it. She examined her surroundings. Noting the fairy maids that exuberantly went about their choirs that they might even complete and the many knickknacks on display. They seemed fine. She glanced behind her to see the massive painting of herself that hung on the wall at the back of the room, the subject set in a regal yet cute pose. The vampire's friend and personal magician Patchouli Knowledge had always said it was a gaudy thing but other than said friend’s poor tastes nothing seem wrong there. Remilia looked to the side where her perfect and elegant maid Sakuya stood at the ready for the whim of her master. She was the image of graceful servitude, like a heavenly machine built for this purpose.
Or a loyal dog, for those who’d want a more derogatory description. Those people tend to not live for long as they found the knives she held were not for cake cutting.
“Does something seem odd to you about today?” The vampire asked her servant, who in turn looked toward the mistress with her beautiful blue eyes then across the room.
“Nothing that I have noticed, Mistress.” Sakuya answered flatly, although Remi had a hard time reading her face if she was telling the truth. In fact, it seemed impossible to read anyone’s face. Where they always this blurry? The vampire thought nothing of it, even as the nerve in her mind that doubted this reality sparked “Shall you being eating dinner in the dining room, or will you eat here?”
“I’ll eat here” The undead child answered, and watched as a tray and platter was pushed across the bare concrete floor to the broken stage she stood at. The lid was removed to reveal a dismembered body of a human, each limb laid on top of each other like a crab plate and the head in particular stood up with its eyes rolled back and tongue hung from its lip.
The vampire grimaced at the vulgar display that was her meal. It is true that she drinks blood to sustain her life, but this was just too on the nose for her and was not to her standards.
“What is this!? Do I look as some simple monster who will eat anything put in front of me!?” The vampire chided the others as she stood up, the staff members leaned their heads forwards as they saw the mistress’ wraith “Throw this away!”
“Yes, mistress” Said the voice of Sakuya as the ghoul moved over the red carpet to the plate, ripping the limb away from the corpse on the sidewalk of the ruined city can began to tear at the flesh with her horrible teeth. The others moved towards the corpse as well and began to devour it alive, the red haired boy screaming in pain as the fairies ate at the body. Remilia huffed at this poor display of manners and walked off into the halls of her home.
She ran through the ruins as the monsters chased after her, her leg hobbled as blood leaked from the wound in her legs and across her black Led Zepplin shirt. She looked back to see her chief maid try to follow her, milky and bulging eyes stared down and apologies flew from the primped servant, but Remilia continued to walk away through her decorated home, street lamps guiding the way as the clouds thickly covered the sky. With one last turn she made it to the stairs that led down to her sister’s room. Someone who could save her from her boredom and maybe tell her why everything seemed so strange. She opened the normally locked door to see a figure stand before her.
Large and imposing, a twisted body with a massive sword welded to her arm and crippled wing which a rainbow array of crystals hung from them. A single cat ear and red dress revealed what it once was but more importantly the hunger in its eyes seemed bare to see yet the vampire stood there under aware that this was not reality.
“Flandre, does today seem off to you?” and in an instant, the scarlet devil was cut down on the spot.
Remilia stirred as she was brought back to the land of light, although that wasn’t quite appropriate when it was still night out on this island. She was jostled as the vehicle she suddenly found herself in took a slight bump and a pain rushed through her entire leg. She wanted to scream as a horrible jostling where the wound had connected meant she had a broken bone, but she managed to force it down to just a very audible wince. If she wasn’t wake before, she was now.
“How are you feeling?” Gin offered, but he didn’t need to hear answer as he saw the great rolls of tears that pooled around the vampire’s eyes and ran down her face. It was obviously she was in great pain, but now he got to hear about it.
“What do you think!?” Remilia shouted with a sudden twist to face him, but that only resulted in another pained sob as her sudden movement sent another bolt down her body. Even with the splin in place, every jostle and bump was like a lightning struck over and over and she was the fool strapped to it. She was close to fall into a sobbing fit, but she held it in because of appearance but she knew that Gin had taken a far more grievous injury. How he had managed to remain so chipper when there was a clear hole in his now bloodied outfit where there was a hole in his chest alluded her. But she would grin and bare it if only to not be showed up.
“Did you do this?” The child looked down at the bars that held her leg straight, although her attention was also around the mechanical monstrosity that Gin had slapped together while she had slept. As she thought back to it, she was sure she was dreaming. But what of? She can’t remember, the memory was already fleeting. Regardless, it seems the redhead had let his inner MacGyver out with everything made from parts clearly not designed to go together to create weapons of mass zombie killing.
“I didn’t think you knew how to build a splint”
Remilia scoffed “I’m older than when you were just a twinkle in the eye of your great great ancestors” Gin did not want to think how old that was “I know how to take care of myself. My turning came with more than a few enemies” But she let out a sigh as she remembered the sudden attack from behind as she thought they had made it out mostly unharmed. Although the make-do bandages around her arms reminded her that completely unharmed was impossible “Unfortunately, neither of us shouldn’t HAVE to use those skill”
“Yeah, I thought you could see the future” Gin asked innocently enough, but when he glanced toward the scarlet devil to see her reaction he saw the eyes of a predator drill hated to his skull, eating away to give a singular thought that what he did was A Bad Thing To Do. He stared ahead and kept his focus on the road and hoped that he won’t get slapped again, but thankfully for him the vampire wasn’t up to it.
“Apparently primes and fate don’t work well together. Otherwise I would have seen that side swipe coming.” She grimaced, thought her anger was more directed at herself than at her companion. She took a few stubs of paper that she had kept inside her pockets and held them, focused that anger and energy into them, and in a flame of red magic the spell cards were made a new with magic once again inside them to be used against her enemies “Only thing we can do now is try to find some allies and hopefully we’ll be better prepared to fight that super ghoul”
“Think it’s still alive?”
“Call it a hunch. When you’re around the same company I have, you know what is and isn’t hard to put down” And as the two rode back into town, an eerie silence crept over them as they could not think of anything else, their eyes and ears always sweeping in fear that their stalker might strike again.
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