Legend Moon [IC/PG-13/Started/Always Accepting] *sequel*

[Gαr]

After a short ride, the group arrived at the Scarlet Legacy Mansion. It was pouring rain when they arrived, which didn't bother Ed since he loved the rain. As for Dave, he didn't care for rain, except for use as a source of water. They hopped off their nondescript brown horses and entered that mansion. Ed nodded to Haruna and said, "Thanks for your hospitality," before she retreated to the kitchen. Aro's question struck Ed as a surprise since he never thought about it himself. When Alsa gave a plan of action, Ed smiled a little. "Short and sweet...I like it. Its not like we can do a lot anyway." Dave, on the other hand, was distracted. Using his shamanic powers, he searched the mansion and nearby land to get a feel for it. His mind brushed against something. Something dark and evil. Dave's eyes widened in shock. Suddenly, the malevolent being disappeared, which also shocked him. Dave pulled Ed to the side. Before Ed could ask what Dave was doing, he said, "There's something dark and evil here. Or at least was. Its gone somewhere." Ed responded, "Better keep it to yourself. Don't want to cause a panic, even though these guys won't react the way normal people would."

[Admiral_Stalfos19]

Noirlune Spire: Training Room

 

Claudia was also unsure why this was necessary in the slightest, but she supposed she'd better just get on with it. After all, it wasn't in her to disobey instructions. So she hopped inside one of the pods, and was just about to get comfortable when all of a sudden, Shanna decided to clamber on top of her.

 

"Vat are you doink?" Claudia wondered aloud.

 

"What? I thought you'd like to share," replied a shyly smiling Shanna, "...certainly looks like it could fit two people."

 

"Oh, kom on, don't be ridikulous," Claudia scoffed, "Efen in such an unlikely efent, your dorsal fin vill be krusched!"

 

Undeterred, Shanna decided shift her body around anyway, so that she and Claudia could try and fit side by side inside the pod... if it was at all possible. Still. Claudia had to laugh at Shanna's attempts, even though she happened to end up shifting 270^o from her original position.

 

...

 

Outskirts of Wylfred's Mansion

 

Warwick Carson had just arrived, having just found Wylfred's mansion after a long trek in the forest, and walked up to the front door, only. It was the same as he had found it a couple years ago, while his younger brother Andrew was with him. Incidentally, this triggered a flashback; one that Warwick didn't want to remember...

 

[spoiler=Warwick's Flashback: 2 Years Ago]After what appeared to be a long while, Warwick had finally found Wylfred's Mansion, and thus had his chance to finally get what he was looking for; some answers as to why all the Noirlune citizens hated the werewolves so much. Andrew, on the other hand, appeared to only have been there for ride, after being promised a chance to woo any of the ladies that were there... well, assuming there were any there in the first place, that was.

 

"Remind me what we're doing here, again?" asked Andrew.

 

"We need answers Andrew, and this is the only way," after saying this, Warwick knocked on the door, "Hello? We're a couple of werewolves looking for answers."

 

No response. Perhaps Wylfred wasn't inside at the time, or perhaps he was busy with something. Regardless, Warwick was desperate, so he merely forced the door open, even though it was already locked, and started to venture inside in search of the guy. Andrew, however, wasn't so sure.

 

"Um... you don't think we can't do this another time?" asked Andrew

 

"Well it's too late now, I've busted the damn door open!" Warwick exclaimed, before leaving him.

 

"Fine, but there better be some fine ass chicks, here," Andrew muttered after a brief sigh, before following. That was where the flashback ended.[/spoiler]

 

"Damn it all to hell!" as he exclaimed this, Warwick slammed his fist on the door, destroying both its hinges and making it collapse onto the floor just in front of him, before looking down and quickly realizing his mistake, "Grr, probably shouldn't have done that. ...screw it, I'ma grab something to drink,"

 

With that, he ventured inside, looking around for the nearest refrigerator.

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Noirlune Spire, Ascending the tower

 

A snap of her fingers.....with that a timer in Seraph's head went off, his equipment around the rafters would be found if he left them in place, and with that the mission a bust, he moved along quickly, still troubled by what he was hearing from the speakers he planted, but decided to collect them anyway, they might hold secrets to the infrastructure, the 'roof" came down quickly, and the speed at which it did managed to nearly whisk away his radios before he caught them all, it was close but he now needed to see what was going on.

 

Above them all was some form of elevator, and a spiraling staircase that would have left him exposed, hiding behind one of the main columns was his best chance, luckily they all passed without paying him much mind, and that surprised him, he guessed they were more warriors then hunters, however he was left with another dilemma, he had no chance to get into the elevator himself, and this "training" seemed interesting, as soon s the last member entered the elevator he quickly prepared his things and jumped for the base of the elevator, stabbing at a whatever angle he could see with his hook blade, it would tire his arm, but slowly he would be carried as well to the top, something that seemed to take quite a while, how tall was this tower?

 

After a few minutes it finally stopped, leaving him stranded in the air, but with his second hidden blade and the blade in his boot he slowly crawled along the elevator base, searching for an entrance inside wherever it was they had entered, it was faint but he had heard the name "Aeon" inside, he wasn't able to hear anything else, but the way the witch Yamada said it meant it was important. "I could probably affect this training if I find this Aeon......an interesting thought....."

[Merci]

Noirlune Spire, training room

 

"Flossing with ovaries. What a unique thought." Azami remarked to Adrian, also sensing the mercenary's annoyance at this, before turning back to the Mason. "Of course you should. I'd like to join you all as well, but unfortunately, somebody has to keep watch in case some assassin breaks in here. Besides, I've already undergone it myself, so doing it a second time would only be addictive..." With that said, she waited until everyone was in their pods - being bemused by Claudia and Shanna as they cramped themselves into the same pod, a unique situation she hadn't ever thought of before - until clapping her hands. All the pods closed, glass lids trapping them within for now.

 

"Have a safe trip." She wished them, even though the entire point of the Aeon was training, which was most definitely NOT safe. They were the last words they would hear as they all began to find themselves sleepy, their consciousnesses drifting away...

 

When they were all fast asleep, data rushed along the glass as specific information was rushed into their brains. While this information was useless and would quickly disappear once they wake up, it would delve into their dreams and both insert 'lycanthropy' and ground their imaginations. Training was pointless if the subject in question could fly around and control everything, after all. She had no idea what sort of worlds or events they would end up experiencing, but while she had refrained from saying this, there was a very high chance it would take an emotional toll on them in some form.

 

She could still remember Wylfred's screams of agony when he had tried it.

 

 

----

 

 

Wylfred's Mansion, entrance

 

"Yes. You are free to leave, Jeremy." Sir Wylfred said, before turning back to Lukas. He could sense his assassin's discomfort at the events that had occurred just now, and also how he wasn't interested in a conversation at all. Then he continued; "Only if you let yourself get hit by Noirlune's defenders...but then again, you're a hybrid. I wouldn't know how the transformation works for you. For all I know, it'll hurt like hell when you transition into a werewolf form...and call me whatever you wish."

 

Afterwards, he turned to the human with slight annoyance, while also letting Lukas know that this was important for him too. "Upstairs, there should be a fair amount of rooms. Choose one without any scratches on it, and that'll be your room - decorate it as you see fit." A small smile crept up onto his face. "But just so you both know, I'm afraid that for her safety, you two will have to share the same room. I trust neither of you mind? Enjoy your morning, I'll talk to you again soon enough. Now run along."

 

Once they were gone, possibly disturbed or reluctant, he turned back down to the huge corpse that was once Gnarl. Unsure what to do, he picked it up with magic and began to move it someplace else--- that was when somebody decided to break down the door, and head in the other direction.

 

Confused, he dropped the corpse. It hit the ground with a large thud. Then he quickly skidded over to the newcomer, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Yes, another werewolf!...but another one that felt strange for some reason. Today was a very strange day.

 

"Good morning." The silver-haired man greeted. "I am Sir Wylfred. How may I help you?"

[Reinforce]

As they entered the mansion, both Lyon's and Kate's eyes were scanning around the entrance, identifying possible hiding spots for would-be assassins or hostiles, and hiding that by seeming to just be looking around the entrance hall. Lyon smiled and nodded at Alsa, content with the course of action presented and not finding anything really that he would need to say in regards to it.Noticing Dave seeming shocked by something, Kate cast her own mind out, using the moisture in the air to look over the place to try and identify what it was that had surprised him so. After not finding anything, and seeing that Lyon hadn't either from using the same sort of technique, she cast her mind out once more, focussing on sensing blood rather than water though this time around. As she did, her awareness expanded like a sphere, passing over Lyon next to her, Ed and Dave standing together and Aro and Alsa talking nearby, and the two elves walking inside as well as the quiet vampire girl who had revealed the second elf earlier. Expanding her search again, she could also sense Aro's twin daughters further into the mansion, as well as their servants around the place.

 

Finally, an abnormality showed up, underneath the mansion she could sense the blood running through the veins of another underneath the mansion, in a place she hadn't managed to find in her previous search through the moisture in the air. Turning to Lyon beside her, she whispered her findings to him, not really wanting to cause any sort of panic in the place. "It seems there's another person underneath the mansion, in some kind of hidden chamber most likely, seeing as it's not somewhere I could find looking through the moisture in the air." Lyon smiled at her, before saying something back to her, "Well done, to find something like that when I couldn't is impressive." Kate blushed a bit, always happy for his praise as he continued saying, "Probably keep quiet about it for now, and we should probably talk to Ed and Dave about it later, seeing as they seem to have realised something as well. In the meantime, put it out of your mind and act like everything is fine."

[MagnetBomb]

"Okay, s-sir" he said, watching him as he went. He turned to Aisi. "Hey, we should he upstairs, before the rooms are taken." He said, walking up the stairs, and gesturing for her to follow him. "Come on, I need to talk to you." He said, looking down the halls, counting of the doors. "Scratched. Scratched. Closet. One bed. Scratched..." He continued for a while, before he found a room that satisfied him. It had a view out into the mist, of which he was surprised to be able to see through. He plopped down on the Double bed in the corner, leaving the queen for Amisi. He rested his head, thinking about what had just happened. It had been eventful, and he needed some time to think. His brain seemed to be clear, for know, so he tried to figure out why, while he waited for Amisi.

[Ren✧]

Noirlue Spire, training room

Brom never would've admitted it, but he was a little claustrophobic and he was quickly reminded of this when the glass lid closed over him. He made a quick calculation that he could easily break through it if need be, but realized it would probably be best not to cause that seat. Still, he kept the idea in his mind. Data began to race across the lid, and suddenly Brom felt his eyes begin to droop. He temporarily fought the sensation, but realized it was part of the training. He took a deep breath and let the feeling of sleep overcome him. 

 

When he opened his eyes, he was not in the pod. Instead he seemed to be in some sort of ruins. A full moon hung overhead and wisps of fog trailed across the ground. If Brom had been a superstitious type, then he would have called this place, creepy, but Brom wasn't one to be afraid of the unknown. Realizing he was in a crouching position, Brom stood up, looking around. There was no sign of life and for a moment, Brom that the doctor's device had malfunctioned, until the sound of crying touched the air.

 

Brom whipped his head around, trying to locate the noise. It appeared to be more than 1 voice. He dashed off towards the noise, eager to get done with this training.

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Wylfred's Mansion, second floor

 

The young priestess was left rather bewildered, not long into her visit at the werewolf mansion and sadly someone had already passed, with no chance of her attempting to save him, it had made her sad, but her training had her be resilient, her mind drifting off to other things as she slowly went up the stairs. The feeling of distaste the others had for her was almost physical to her being, like whatever they said was being spit at her aura, she understood though, they had gone through some hard times and all at the hands of humans.

 

Door after door, her escort seemed to be very choosey of his room, eventually choosing one with two beds, before she could decide on one, her new guardian had placed himself down and began talking. "What do you need to speak to me for?" she said calmly for the first time, his soul was dark and cloudy, but for now she had nothing to fear from him, however one thing did worry her.....where would she shower? from what she felt some of them would eat her if she lowered her guard, then an idea struck, outside it was beginning to rain, it was rather hard rain and would clean the earth from the scars it had suffered today, why not clean her as well.

 

Lukas seemed to not pay attention, and neither did Amisi really know much about western habits of privacy, slowly she lowered the straps on her dress as she walked outside, Lukas probably wouldn't notice the fact that Amisi's clothes were now bundled on the floor next to the balcony door. The rain fell but soon the trees outstretched themselves to make a small funnel that made a more even spread of water over her dark skin, flowers slowly bloomed around the rim of the balcony rail, giving her a better atmosphere apart from the fog, the water over the tree leaves seemed to let a small residue of amino acids and vitamins to wash her long hair, luckily for her and Lukas, the glare from the door would cover her body from Lukas, also hoping he wouldn't be in one of his murderous moods.

 

Noirlue Spire, training room

 

A burning ring slowly cut through the elevator, using his white flamethrower as a blowtorch to open a hole in the floor of the elevator, he expected the members of the resistance to be out of the elevator and in some sort of training room, he didn't expect it to be connected to it so closely, he listened carefully before kicking the hole open, but heard nothing as he jumped up inside and looked around, surprised at what he saw.

 

Surrounding him were over a dozen pods, and while he couldn't see inside he could tell by their size that this was the training area, it would make no sense for all of them to be inside however, someone would have to be able to bring them out of machines such as this, and with one quick whiff of the air he knew exactly who it was that decided to stay out of the pod. "Well, I have to say I didn't expect to get found out by a stupid technicality like this......" he cursed to himself as he knew that his mistake was easily avoidable, but oh well, this was easily the second best outcome......

[Merci]

[b]09:00[/b]

[b]Noirlune Spire, training room[/b]

 

"Hm?!"

 

The sound of a blowtorch and intense flames emanated from the floor of the elevator mere meters away, but Azami as it went on. Then, as the opening had been made, a humanoid figure jumped out with dark-blue hair, golden eyes, and a lightweight outfit suitable for...of course. Everything clicked into shape when she saw him. Quickly unfolding a rifle she had attached by her waist, she aimed it at the assassin before even a second had passed between them. It was a strange rifle, with mechanics that appeared to surpass this world's current state of technology by centuries. The only source of light came from the window far behind her, as the lights had been switched off. If anything, she hadn't been expecting guests.

 

After a moment of tension, Azami's expression relaxed, and while she didn't withdraw the rifle, she smiled.

 

"Only a member of Myriad Truth could have gotten this far without anyone noticing." The Doctor said calmly, almost as if congratulating him. Around them, the Resistance sleeped in their pods soundly. She took a step towards him with the weapon still in hand, and while she knew that someone like him could easily slip past her, she was going to take this chance for what it was worth. "Strange, I didn't know there were any survivors... Anyway, if you want to live, you'll answer my questions. Who do you work for? What are you after? The Resistance, the Aeon, the Tellurion - or perhaps my head?"

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Sir Wylfred's Mansion - Lance's Quarters

 

Lance had returned to his room, just thinking about the event that occurred minutes earlier. There could've been another way...he was almost sure of it. He sighed as he shut his eyes for a moment...that's where things became weird.

 

Lance... Lance...

 

This audible voice began to haunt Lance as he quickly opened his eyes again. N-Nothing? I-I must be stressed... he thought, as he shut his eyes again. Once more the voice haunted him. And as he opened his eyes this second time, not his surroundings, but a lucid vision was what he saw. In front of him was his...mother?? "M-Mother... I-Is that...you?" he asked, slowly getting up.

 

Lance... help me... please...

 

As Lance got closer, she faded away, only letting Lance hear the loud and awful cries of a werewolf. He knew it though...as it was the same one he heard that night. He fell to his knees, holding his ears to make the howling cease...to his surprise it did. But then...he was shown something else.

 

Wretched werewolf... Only leaving destruction in your path.

 

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpwL6BxHfa8]SAW OST ~ Jigsaw Theme[/url]

 

Lance quickly looked up, but saw nothing...nothing but red rose petals spiraling around him. "W-Whose there?!"

 

Your destined future... you monster. I represent the Order of Roses. I am their herald of death... Soon we shall meet... and you shall be put to death!

 

With this, the petals enveloped Lance, and as quickly as they came...they left, bringing Lance back to his senses. His heart pounded without ceasing, as he looked out the window. "W-What...just happened?" he said, holding his head as he exhaled badly. "M-Maybe...W-Wylfred will know what this means.." Lance jolted out of the bed and made his sluggish way back to Wylfred.

[Kōsuke Ueki]

Noirlune Spire, Training Room

 

Richard had reluctantly entered the pod, not knowing as to what his memory will hold for the visuals of said simulation. Although he wishes to help train the new Resistance members, he can only hope that their visuals and memories of how THEY perceive Noirlune do not interfere with the training. Even then, it could also benefit as well, depending on how things turn out. As the pod closed on Richard and the data began to circle through, he heard what sounded like an explosion from outside the pod. But, because he let the embrace of sleep be endured, he decided not to worry about it unless he wakes up suddenly with either a blade or a firearm chamber aimed at his heart. Regardless, Azami could handle herself if that was the case. But the slightest worry remained as an overall result.

 

Noirlune Spire, Aeon Simulation

 

When Richard had awoken into the simulation, the first he saw out of the group was Brom, the selfish mercenary Azami foolishly brought about to the team he so carefully chosen based on their skills and assets. He also noticed that he is now wearing his combat armor, which surprised him. But before he could do anything, he noticed that he was in some type of ruin, one that sparked something familiar, but the memory is so vague that it couldn't come into physical sight. He then heard what sounded like a young girl's scream. It didn't sound like anyone else he knew, or even chosen for the group. So who made the scream? Was it an illusion of a young girl victimized to a simulated werewolf? That was possibly his best guess, but there was no guarantee as to what it was. It could easily be a trap to get one of them "killed". Regardless, he followed after Brom and had hoped that the others had also followed suit. First training session: Learn the difference between perception and reality. he thought. Session 2: Adapt, divide, and conquer. Finally, Session 3: Use teammates' strengths and weaknesses to create teamwork.

 

Sir Wylfred's Mansion, Jeremy's Quarters

 

After Jeremy had left by Sir Wylfred's command, he realized something. Having once been trained to sense others of the Myriad Truth, he realized that the only other survivor, whose name escapes him and had become apart of Sir Wylfred's legion, seemed to have disappeared. Meaning, Jeremy could not feel his presence within the mansion. His next best guess would be that he left on his own to do unprecedented dirty work that was not authorized by Wylfred and attempted to find the one who threatened Sir Wylfred's authority: Azami Yamada. Oh, he wanted to go after him, but it would have been pointless either way. But one thing he can do, is contact him through minor telepathy. He wasn't that skilled at it, but was able to pull it off using 35 words at the most. Jeremy just wasn't sure if this other survivor would have the same capabilities.

 

Regardless, he tried anyway. What do you think you are doing? he began telepathically. Whatever it is that you are doing, you better assure me that it is authorized by Sir Wylfred. Because the two were from Myriad Truth, the other would hear him just fine. But not all learned to speak that way. Some were mere apprentices, or were just about to learn it when the organization fell to its knees. The tragedies were many in number, but that all went away the moment the infection came over him. Ever since that day, he has learned to adapt to his environments as a werewolf and use it to his own personal advantage.

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Noirlune Spire, training room

 

The Seraph looked up at vampiress with disdain, she wouldn't see it of course, his helmet hid his emotions, but his words would reveal quite a lot. The weapon she was using was interesting, something he honestly wouldn't mind taking, though the "Legendary" doctor wouldn't be so generous. "I should have been more careful, but I guess I'm perfectly fine with the outcome." The two stood there silently for a while, he wouldn't exactly make a move if he didn't know the firing speed of the rifle, and besides, she had asked him a question, demonic witch she may be, his master had always told him to be courteous to a ladies question. "Who I work for you ask? that one is easy, that would be me, not everyone is as eager as you lot to get into some club just to beat a bunch of dirty mutts, and honestly I wouldn't even be spying on you if it weren't for the fact you pretty much advertised this little get together". He had answered truthfully, and waited for her to process that before he answered her.

 

"I don't really need to give you a reason, but regarding your second question....what am I after? you gave me so many choices to pick from, oh it does make my heart beat so at choosing only one.....so I think....out of all the options you gave me....what am I after......" he gave a long pause, and if she could see under his helmet she would see quite the cruel face. "Yes...." as soon as he answered he had lifted his arm only a few inches as the sparks from his flamethrower began to ignite, advanced weaponry or not, he had quite the range with his weapon. "Go ahead witch....make my day"

[MagnetBomb]

(OOC: As writing this post Jimi Hendrix's "Foxy Lady" came on my iPod...)

Lukas turned red as Amisi started to strip down in front of him, "Ueh, uhm, wha," he started to say as he turned his head away from Amisi's almost naked body. As she walked out on the balcony, Lukas got up and faced the wall, so that he wouldn't see Amisi but could turned his head to the side to talk to her. "What happened back there, during my transformation, I want to talk to you about it." He said, thinking about what he had just said, he rephrase himself "I guess, I mean, I think I just need someone to talk to ou, and you're the only person that's shown kindness to me since-" he winced, remembering his old life, and how happy it was, and then the pain that followed it. "When I was near death, someone, something tried to grab me. It was like an unquenchable inferno wherever he was, and he faded in and out of my vision. The final time I saw him, he had gotten hold of me and had started to pull me into his flames. I had accepted my fate, until I felt some sort of hope strike my heart." He said, recalling the painful incident. "It was you, your healing, your relief, no matter how little, had saved my life. I was able to grab hold of the hope and pull myself out, and I survived. Because of you. Because of what you've done for me, I am indebted to you." He said, sighing in relief. "That's all I needed to say, I just wanted to assure you a little.."

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Wylfred's Mansion, Outdoor Balcony shower

 

the water slowly went across Amisi's curvature, luckily the censors hid everything from view, but the unashamed Amisi had no qualms about making Lukas feel awkward, that was do to her upbringing though, where a village of all women didn't really have to deal with shame from men staring at them. The Rain slowed down slightly around the mansion, but by now the trees had a supply of water cached to finish her shower as she listened in on Lukas.

 

The thing he described as he was near death was akin to many of her peoples stories of what it is like for a sinner to pass, she didn't expect him to be able to escape from death as he did, even with her magic escaping the grasp of the darkness of death is difficult, however it did not sound like the demon her people saw when they survived near death, maybe he was plagued by something else....the knife was a pretty strong clue...or maybe it had to do with belief

 

Then she heard him say he'd love to kill her.......that was awkward for her and she just looked wide-eyed at the mist.....trying to prolong her shower a bit.

[Ren✧]

Noirlune Spire, Training Room, Dream World

Brom raced through the shadowy ruins, the sound of crying seeming to come from everywhere. He knew those voices. He shook his head in disbelief. Damn that Yamada. This was the one thing he could handle, why did she have to put him through all of this? He was going to talk to her when this was all over. Bolting around the corner of a nearly unweathered ancient building, he was met with the sight of three crouched figures. They each had their back turned to him, kneeling on the ground. The crying was louder now, but their bodies did not move. He could not see any physical sign that they were the ones crying, but something told him it was them. 

 

"I'm sorry." Brom said out loud, pulling his pistol from his holster. He had done this once already, but it didn't make it any easier the second time. He pointed the gun at the largest of the three figures. Logic dictated this, take out the most dangerous target first. He pulled back the hammer, the metallic clinking sound filled the air and as soon as it did, the figures sprung into action. 

 

In an instant they had whipped around, ready on their feet. He was faced with the sight of his father, mother, and brother each snarling at him. Before his eyes they began to transform and now standing in front of him were three large werewolves. Bigger than any he had ever seen before. Saliva fell from their snarling mouths, their sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight. Their large hands swung by their sides, tense from the anxiousness they probably felt. The worst thing though were the eyes, the eyes of a human within the body of a beast. 

 

This distraction had caused Brom to falter and it may well have been a fatal mistake. With uncanny accuracy, the three figures leaped forward, execute an attack that Brom barely had time to dodge. His pseudo-father leaped forward, covering the distance between them in an instant and made a swipe at him with his large paw and claws. Brom managed to move out of the way, but his gun was knocked from his hand. Looks like this was going to have to be done the old fashion way.

 

Leaping into the air, Brom did a backflip as he drew his tanto, managing to dodge the simultaneous attacks from his pseudo-mother and brother. He needed to separate them. Muttering a few words underneath his breath, a bright white mist appeared in his hand. Shapes and objects took shape in the mist but quickly faded away. "Incedia!" Brom roared. Ghostly white flames leapt from the mist, right at the pack of werewolves. Using their speed, they were able to dodge it, but not before rings of fire separated them from each other. Brom would have to work fast. They may have the brain of a beast, but eventually they will figure out the flames are just merely an illusion. 

 

Leaping forward, Brom entered the ring with the closest werewolf. His brother. A howl escaped his lips as he ran towards brom, claws flying. Brom ducked under the swipe, moving towards the other end of the ring. He quickly scanned his opponent for a weak spot, finding it, he leapt forward. He felt the tanto sink into the beast's skin, hot blood spilling out of the wound. Before Brom could react sooner, his pseudo-brother let out a howl of pain and swung on him, hitting him with the back of his hand. Brom fell to the ground, the wind being knocked out of him.

 

He hesitated to get back up, his back aching from the fall. He realized his mistake too late. With seconds his brother was on him, snarling and snapping at him. Brom held him back, pushing with all his strength against the infinitely stronger being. With a mighty heave, he kicked the werewolf off of him. Looking around, he searched desperately for his dropped gun. There! Grabbing it, he quickly took aim and without a second thought, fired.

[Aqua Girl]

"Uhhhhhg...." Alexandria groaned from the back of the group, waiting at some castle wasn't anything like what she was promised, but seeing as she should at least know where everyone else was staying before she finally lost all interest in them, once there she looked around, despite the utter creepiness she kind of liked it, but it was still not somewhere she wanted to be, she wanted to be outside, where the dangerous creatures were, the voice inside her head wanted it as well, to find one of the wolves, get close to them in battle......and kill as much as she wanted without repercussions.

 

After everyone seemed to move around Alexandria walked up to Alsa through all the others her size seeming to reduce as she got close to him, she looks up at him with innocent eyes, eyes that gave off a small light of kindness that she would only show her father. "Father...." she said demurely while grabbing onto his sleeve to get his attention, once their eyes met she smiled as innocently as any young girl would. "Father, I'm going to go kill some wolves okay?" she said nonchalantly, before slowly walking out to the entrance, a cold aura filling the room as the doors in front of her were seemingly opened by another force, while invisible to all, the shadow of a young man seemed to give an awful grimace to lead her out.

[Merci]

[b]Noirlune Spire, Training Room[/b]

 

Azami narrowed her eyes. While she could easily deal with the flames, if any of them managed to set a pod on a fire, it would be all over for that particular member. This place was small, with very few hiding places, and with a flamethrower of all things, the man certainly held the advantage here. And looking deeper into his eyes, she could sense the negativity within his heart, and few others she knew matched it. The previous Vampire Lord, for one, and then there was her master. "Very well. You've made your choice." She warned. This particular situation left her with very little options. After a second, she had made her choice, pointed her rifle at the ceiling for some reason... While it looked like a rifle, it was actually a shotgun.

 

Looking up, the assassin would see that there was some kind of large pipe running along the ceiling. And with a single heavy blast from her weapon, enough to blow a werewolf's heart out, gas quickly flooded out and swept the whole room.  Both beings were powerless to stop it from overcoming their senses, and in reality, both of them hit the ground as if they were dead.

 

...

 

Within the next moment, both Azami and the assassin found themselves standing in a forest area full of nature, and animals were the only thing missing. But instead of green, there was red. Red everywhere. Red moss, red leaves, and the crimson moon shining high above them.

 

"Welcome to the Aeon." Azami introduced. "This is its natural form, and neither of us are leaving until the other is dead. Here, I have the advantage."

 

She didn't feel the need to explain to him that this was occurring within their connected minds, so as far as he was concerned, they had just been transported into a whole new world. Everything certainly felt realistic, and while this was only a dream interlinked between the two, their imaginations had been grounded. Also, without the pod, their own minds would hold no effect over it and the effect shouldn't last more than a single hour. When one was killed, the other would wake up. If she could defeat this assassin right here, she would wake up in reality and gain the opportunity to chain him up while he still slept.

 

Taking the opportunity and hoping that he was disorientated from the sudden change in location, she fired right there and then, the bullet travelling at 390 m/s - and she used the recoil of the weapon to boost her speed as she ducked behind a tree for cover. There were certainly a lot of trees, but it wouldn't do any good against a member of Myriad Truth. The only thing she could think of at the moment was to run into the thicker part of the forest.

 

 

...

 

 

[b][u]Scarlet Legacy Mansion[/u][/b]

 

Alsa noticed as Ed, Dave, Lyon, and Kate appeared uncomfortable in this mansion, and he was about to ask about it when Alexandria suddenly requested to 'kill some wolves'. He shifted uncomfortably at this, but nodded, [color=red]"Only normal wolves, right? It shouldn't be too troublesome, sorry the hunting trip had been canceled."[/color] He said, refusing to believe that she was actually referring to the werewolves. If she wanted to fight them, she would need backup from the others, who were all strong enough. She had her strangeness and mysteries, demonstrated once more when the door opened by itself for her, but even she couldn't possibly handle a supposed werewolf...could she? He wouldn't forgive himself if he lost her.

[Kōsuke Ueki]

Noirlune Spire, Training Room, Aeon Simulation

 

Somehow, Richard seemed to have slowed down immensely, as if Brom's imagination was trying to keep him from interfering with what he wanted to do. It was like he was running down a hallway in which he would never get closer. It was like this for about a minute, and Richard was getting annoyed. Given the opportunity to escape and advance, he forced his mind to reverse the effect and as a result he was "swooped" into the area in which Brom had entered, in which the screams also seemed to have been sourced to. But all he could see was a werewolf attempting to overwhelm Brom. And from how it was seen, it sparked a memory that he tried to restrain. But he knew that it couldn't be done if the past was going to come back to him. Regardless, it brought up the one tragic moment that changed him: The death of his parents.

 

Noirlune Main Square, City Council Meeting

9 Years Ago

 

18-year-old Richard Mason stood in Noirlune's main square, where an announcement was taking place, though his parents couldn't make it as they were busy. The strange phenomenon that had plagued the city annually for the last two years was now to be expected to happen on this day. The leader of Noirlune's City Council, whose name escapes everybody's memory, has prepared to speak about this crisis. His plans would benefit all who knew someone to have fallen victim to the plague and prevent more casualties. But young Richard, he believes that if the plague are to be avoided, the source would have to be unveiled and be rid of.

 

"Thank you all for coming." began the leader of the City Council. "Today is the day in which the new phenomenon that started two years ago will come about again. As of now, there's no sign of the crimson moon taking place, but here's what you can do to avoid becoming infected with this plague and becoming one of 'them'." He then took out a piece of paper holding a list of actions. "Firstly, if you are unaware of when the crimson moon shall take form, the bell tower will ring three times to indicate it's begun. Second, you must all board up all open areas of your homes, including fireplaces, to ensure you don't come in contact with the crimson moon, or 'them'. Now any questions before I continue?"

 

He waited a few seconds to make sure he didn't miss anybody wanting to ask something. "Nobody?" he asked the crowd. Sighing, he continued to read off the list. "Thirdly, if any children or parents are left out of their homes the moment the crimson moon comes about, it's already too late to save them. Either they will be found by 'them', or become one of 'them'. Finally, do not confront or fight any of 'them' if they enter your house. It'll be too late once they find a way to reach you and infect you." He then put down the list, finishing his point. "Now, who would like to input on these new rules? Anybody?" Waiting a little longer, he noticed Richard's hand go up.

 

"Ah, you have some input young man?" he asked. Richard nodded as he walked up to the stage and lifted himself onto it. The City Council Leader then gave Richard the stand and he proceeded to the pedestal. "Actually, there is much that I'd like to touch upon, if you do not mind?" The Leader then gave Richard the 'go ahead' gesture. Richard nodded as he looked out into the audience, all diverse with humans and vampires alike. "The day that this phenomenon took its course two years ago, was a day that brought confusion, but also a great relief to my life. Why? Because I was unaffected by this plague in its entirety."

 

Confusion and coversation spread amongst the crowd as the City Council Leader was shocked. "'But how?' you might ask?" he had asked. "I cannot explain it, but it seems as if I'm the only human who is completely resistant to this plague." Richard began. "But I'd like to touch upon my opinion to these new rules. What I believe is, we should not have to cowardly hide ourselves in order to live another day. We should be able to fight back with every ounce of strength within ourselves, to make sure that we try to push this force, whatever it is, back into the chasm in which it originated." The conversations began to grow louder, and Richard had begun to chuckle.

 

"Your skepticism is healthy." he told the crowd. Silence then ensued as Richard continued. "But if we don't fight, how will peace be achieved? The coward's way out of a battle is either suicide or just letting the enemy finish you without any clear hesitation. Do you all want to be seen as cowards? Cowardly actions are foolish even in the face of death. These abominations are nothing more than savages that can be hunted down. Once one of your family becomes one of them, it's already too late to save them. They become complete animals, and will do nothing more than eat your flesh if you don't fight back!"

 

Richard's anger had become to take over a little, but he sighed and calmed himself as more silence continued through the crowd. "All I am saying is, you shouldn't let your lives be in vain. If you fight, you'll know that you did what you could to stop this plague. That's all I have to say. Thank you." He then walked off the stage and left through the back of the stage, returning home. "Well, that was an interesting opinion." said the City Council Leader. Then, Richard heard the Bell Tower ring once. His heart stopped. If it rang three times, it's time to run. He heard the bell a second time, and then a third...

 

Not hearing a fourth, Richard ran with a rush of adrenaline bringing him to his house. He then sees the moon glow crimson red, and begins to hear screaming from behind him. But, he knew that he wasn't effected, so that was something. But, he was the only one, and so his life is at serious risk, and most likely everybody who is outside. Because he was running so much, he could hear snarls from behind him, and the abominations were chasing him. But, because he didn't want to look back, he barely saw what those things had on them. Rough fur of different colors, claws, and fangs. Just like a wolf. He had the perfect word to describe them. Werewolves.

 

Getting a pretty good distance on the human-wolf hybrids (To the point of them losing sight of Richard), he slams the door in his house and seals it up with a wooden bar. Breathing heavily, he begins to search for his parents. "Mother, Father!?" he called out, though there was no response. Entering the largest room in the house, mainly where the front door is, he kicks down the door to see if his parents are there. They were there, alright. But the door was open, and the only thing in the room, was blood, his parents' corpses, and a werewolf devouring both of them. The Werewolf had noticed him after Richard kicked down the door, and had begun to snarl at him.

 

The blood, the death, and the predator. Rage had consumed Richard as the werewolf had lunged on him, Richard keeping the beast's fangs at bay with his hands at its neck. His anger has gone over the edge. He struggled the push the werewolf off of him using his feet. He eventually knocked it off and pushed it back pretty far, far enough to recuperate and look to his right. There was a sword, a longsword to be exact, used mainly for display purposes, that would be the perfect weapon. He then jumped for it and barely grabbed it, as the werewolf had lunged again. Richard then stabbed the beast through the stomach, and it screeched it pain.

 

Quickly pulling the sword out of its wound, Richard dodged a swipe from the werewolf and rolled behind it. He then proceeded to swing at its neck as it turned its head. Before it could attack, Richard screamed at the top of his lungs as he decapitated the beast, breathing heavily at the moment the human-wolf hybrid corpse fell to the ground lifeless. He proceeded to close the door and placed the bar down to prevent any more break-ins by those beasts. Richard then dropped the sword and walked up to his parents' corpses. He dropped to his knees in despair. Tears had begun to flood his face, and he now wished that he was home when this happened, and that this would be the most tragic plague out of them all.

 

Noirlune Spire, Training Room, Aeon Simulation

Present Time

 

The next thing Richard knew, a similar action by Brom was done in regards to being pounced by a werewolf: kicking him out of the way. But what he didn't realize, was that Brom had a gun--with silver bullets, most likely--and he had taken a shot at the werewolf. Through Richard's eyes, time had seemed to slow down as the bullet left the gun barrel. Was it going to miss? Was he going to get the job done? Would he slip up as Richard would come to see in the future? That's only if his imagination would allow him to win. Most likely, this dream of his was a nightmare of some sorts, and as a result, a lack of confidence may result in defeat, and accidental death. Even though Richard hates Brom, he hopes that redemption is made, at least with what is seen for the most part. He would just have to wait and see for himself.

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Noirlune Spire, Training Room

 

She was a tricky one, the room he was formerly in had became fuzzy, and there seemed to be three witches taunting him in his mind, slowly his eyes were closing,and eventually everything went black.....then red. He had assumed it was a transportation technique, but the witch shouldn't be capable of magic, nor was there a transportation technique strong enough to lead them this far, the red atmosphere was also concerning, as if someone had spilled blood all over the landscape, he could tell he was lightly disoriented, but no more then when hit by a flashbang or smoke pellet, his training had prepared him for a surprise such as this.

 

He was able to hear what she said, like the wail of a banshee in his beating ear drums but he was able to make out what she said, they were connected in their dream because of the Aeon, but since it was through the gas and not the pods he saw earlier, he could only assume that the only people in this dream world were the witch and himself. Everything was very realistic, even the way he was breathing was erratic to adjust to the shock of being transported, he could only assume pain would also be real, and as soon as he felt himself slowly regain his ground he ducked, feeling someone like her would have the advantage and she would definitely strike first if she was less disoriented. He was right.

 

he had moved enough to avoid getting shot anywhere vital, but the bullet did hit his left shoulder, pushing him to the ground as he regained his composure and cartwheeled with the force to stand up again, his shoulder was in pain, but it wouldn't be much more then lost mobility to him, as he looked up the witch had run away, trying to gain ground and ambush him maybe, but in only a few seconds he doubted she had gotten far and felt it would be a good tactic to instill some fear. The hidden blade in his wrist switched out, letting him know he still had all the weapons he brought with him as he viewed his inventory to find the grappling spear, without another second he launched it out at one of the trees in the direction Azami would have run towards, it easily pierced and the hooks extended holding the tree at the center, where he gave a heavy pull enhanced by his armor's pullback on the hook, easily tearing the tree in two and toppling it over.

 

"Witch! You better hide well or I'll be doing that to you next!" he threatened as he struck out his spear again and this time let the hook zip-line him into the trees to search for the vampiress.

[Love of Ghibli]

Noirlune Spire: Dream World

 

It seemed that the skies were black, but in a way that one would not know it was night outside. Was it night outside, the young hybrid wondered. On that note how did he get here. It was upon that revelation that Clarian knew he must have entered his dream state. It was odd though, he tried so hard to remember the city of Noirlune but maybe that was the problem. Trying too hard. Clarian decided to venture further into the darkness but the second he took his first step this darkness transformed into the forest right outside of Noirlune Clarian did not understand completely what was happening but there was some logic to it. Maybe he focused so much on the city that he did not concentrate on the spire. Nevertheless the location wasn't important. For some reason this was all about training in the fight against werewolves. He made his way through the forest and he came to a clearing. It seemed to be a wide meadow surrounded by trees. This was one of the campsites he and his family used on their journey to the city. It was funny to back in this scene. It was almost nostalgic. 

Clarian took a deep breath and waited as a loud howl was heard in the distance. Clarian tilted his head and then he noticed some bodies coming towards him in the distance. These were some tall specimens a lot more savage than he initially thought but that comes with the territory. Clarian didn't know the simulation would take things to this level but he knew that if anything happened he would wake up and be safe. But there comes a boat load of shame with that. 
 

Unfortunately Clarian could not still his breath long enough before two werewolves shot up out of the ground with their claws ready to tear the boy to shreds. Naturally he was caught off guard but his reflexes were quick enough to dodge the first incoming claw by a narrow margin. He then ducked as the second werewolf came across him with another slash to the face. With the other werewolves far in the distance Clarian did not want to show fear to the enemy. The two immediate threats went back in for a second strike but without the element of surprise there were not going to be an more narrow escapes. Clarian took his Lai stance and then when the wolf came within range the beast feel countless quick slashes getting deeper and deeper as the wolf got closer to Clarian. The savages nail grazed Clarian's cheek before its body started spraying blood and the beast fell down. Clarian had now figured out the necessary level of force needed to cut through dense werewolf skin and he could approximate the amount of force needed to split one in half. As he stepped over the slain werewolf's dead body he looked at the next one as it came in closer for an attack and Clarian took his stance.

 

The beast was closing in on Clarian and as he was about to slash clean through this werewolf a black blur came down on the werewolf and smashed it to the ground. He then noticed that it was his father with his two swords drawn. Adrian looked at his son as he cut the werewolfs head clean off its body and he stood back up. I could not have asked for a better dream. Adrian said to his son both of them now covered in blood. Adrian then pointed behind his son so that he would turn around. Clarian turned around to see his family coming out of the clearing in the forest. Well time for a good ol' fashioned family outing. Clarice said while holding Adrianna's hand/

[Grunt Issun]

Noirlune Spire, Training Room

 

Serena looked around the training room, as she listened to the explanation of what they were going to be doing. "Woah, way cool," she muttered. She went over to one of the pods, dropped her pack on the floor, then entered the pod. 

 

Aeon Simulation

 

Serena found herself in a city full of tall buildings. It was night time, and she was wearing her combat outfit. She stood directly outside a building, where the lights were turned off, and she could hear no sound from. She waited in silence for a few moments, then reached for her gun, put off by the silence. Half a minute later, she heard a faint sound off to her right. She looked over to it to see a bulky white-furred figure barreling towards her. "Aha, there ya are," she muttered to herself. She judged the thing to be about 60 meters away, but it was moving quickly. She quickly undid the safety on her gun, took a knee, and aimed at the werewolf. When the wolf was roughly 40 meters away, she began firing. She shot off four bullets towards the wolf's chest. Two slammed right into the middle of it's chest, one clipped it in the shoulder, and one only grazed the side. Regardless, the two direct hits caused the werewolf to stumble backwards, though it got up without much trouble.

 

Serena pouted, "Hmph, tougher than I thought," she grumbled. She took steady aim, this time at its head, and fired. Right before she pulled the trigger, however, the beast jumped, and the bullet barely missed. The werewolf came crashing down not ten meters from Serena, and kept charging. It reached her shortly, and slash a claw at her. She just barely rolled out of the way, then dived behind the werewolf, aiming her gun again. She fired a shot, close range, upwards towards the wolf. The bullet ripped through the wolf's muzzle, slamming it backwards and onto the ground. While it was on the ground, she drew her Stiletto from its sheathe on her side, and attempted to lunge at the downed wolf. However, it swung its claw upwards, evidently the shot hadn't phased it as much as Selena had hoped, and caught the Stiletto on it. It ripped it away, sending the Stiletto soaring through the air in the opposite direction. The Werewolf pounced up, and tackled Selena, bringing her to the ground. It slashed once at her. She tried to dodge, but only managed minor success, the claws still ripping through her clothes, and taking ripping large gash in her side, causing her let out a wordless scream of pain. 

 

Biting through the pain, she shoved herself up, gun readied. With all her force, she tackled against the beast, shoved the barrel of the gun into its muzzle, pointing slightly upward, and pulled the trigger. 

[Merci]

Noirlune Spire, Aeon Simulation

 

Hiding behind a nearby tree, Azami watched as he effortlessly tore down a tree with a grappling spear. Even though the environment was better suited for her and much more open, the survivor of Myriad Truth was still far better equipped for battle than she was. The only thing she had with her at the moment was the shotgun, dual pistols, explosive grenades, a flashbang, and a knife. Now if she had access to her dragon armor, she could've easily ended this battle but no such luck. She had to take her chances here while she still could.

 

Just as he made a zip-line for the trees, she tossed the flashbang at him and it exploded without warning; it produced a blinding flash of light and loud noise, hopefully delaying him. Taking advantage of this distraction, the Doctor managed to successfully dive in deeper into the forest, where the trees were more closely packed, giving her greater cover. Not only that, but not too far away was an extremely gigantic tree, so tall that it reached out into the sky and the top couldn't be seen, with an innumerable amount of branches and bat-shaped leaves.

 

If I can get up there while giving the impression I'm still on the ground, I should be able to pick him off from above, she thought to herself.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Sir Wlyfred's Mansion

 

Lance continued his way to return to Wylfred, the scenes and voices from the vision still haunting him, as he inched along the wall for balance. He was unsure what any of this meant, but he was sure Wylfred would...

 

But the voice... the voice that was heard when the rose petals appeared. Why did it...sound so familiar? Like he had heard it a long time before...

 

N-No...Lance keep it together...you need to see Wylfred and just report the vision... Lance thought, shaking his head violently. You couldn't have known that voice...there isn't a possible way.

 

Order of Roses' Church: The Altar

 

"Did you deliver the message you needed, my son?" an old man, asked, as he held his staff with a small smile.

 

The man he was talking to, Arn Grey, stood up and slowly turned to him with a nod. "Of course elder. However, I doubt it was the leader of the werewolves. But by the judge of the one who had the vision, the leader will be informed in time." He walked past the elder, heading towards the door to the church, opening them up. "I must return to Lady Azami and the Resistance. I will continue to bring honor to our Order."

 

"That you will, my son." the elder replied, with a slight chuckle. "Continue our wish, Arn. Purge this world of these mongrels and bring forth a new world."

 

A slight nod was given in reply, as Arn left the church, heading to Noirlune and the Noirlune Spire. There...there he would gather with the rest of the Resistance.

[Lord JZ of the Enigma]

Zip-Lining was making his movements much easier, but finding her in such a thick forest would not be as easy, while in mid air a flashbang suddenly exploded, leaving him blind, he held the cord of his grappling hook harder and allowed the pullback to draw him towards the tree faster as he extended his foot, kicking the treetop off as he stood on a branch to recover. "Hiding is all you can do.....isn't it witch....." he yelled as he waited for the effects of the flashbang to wear off. He listened as best as he could but the white noise blocked anywhere she may have been at, once it was over he shook his head and looked forward, unable to spot her anywhere in the forest.

 

"Clever girl" he said quietly as he began twisting a hose from his leg pouch to his left arm, turning a small nozzle as it slowly began sparking. "can't hide behind trees if you can't get near them"

 

Seraph then lifted his arm and pressed a trigger in his glove, a stream of white flames bursting forward into the nearest tree, blowing over into the next and next easily through the simulated wind. "Physics should be the same in this world as the real one right? a fire won't stop until it's put out.....I doubt she has so much as a bucket on her.....now burn....burn like the witch you are...." he said sadistically.

[Ren✧]

Brom watched the bullet whiz through the air, and it would seem that time almost slowed down. At first he thought this was a trick of Aeon to make it so the beast that was his pseud-brother could get out the way, but it was to his utter horror to realize the truth was much worse. The beast had transformed back into what appeared to be his brother, tears streamed down his eyes as the bullet got closer and closer. It finally struck his pseudo-brother in the head. His face went blank and he slumped to the ground, blood now streaming from the hole in the center of his forehead. Brom could do nothing but watch in horror. This was too much. He couldn't go through losing them all again. Not again.

 

Through the tears that had made their way to Brom's eyes he hadn't noticed the fact that his illusion had long since worn off and he was in much more danger than he had originally thought. The sound of a growl was what alerted him to the fact he was about to die. Instinct kicking in, Brom dodged to the side, without looking where the attack might be coming from. Lucky for him it was the right choice as the large claws of a werewolf sliced his upper arm, had he not moved he would no longer have a head. Brom let out a strangled cry from the slash on his arm and for the second time this battle he dropped the gun. He let loose a string of profanity as the two remaining werewolves got closer. Inching backwards, still on the ground, Brom desperately tried to think of a way to fight these beasts. His gun was on the ground, out of reach. His tanto is the back of the doppleganger of his brother. He could resort to magic, but from the emotional exhaustion he was experiencing he was sure how long he could keep a conjuration stable. It was through his desperation he saw his miracle. A figure of a man, nothing more than a silhouette. But, perhaps real enough to save him.