The Drow observed the All-lair through a magical mirror that was hanged on a wall in Pharaun's abode. Noticing the arrival of the demon prince, he audibly gulped. This wasn't good, wasn't good at all; this... person was certainly a powerful caster. Into what has Pharaun gotten him?
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Clearly intrigued by the unusual torments being forced upon these other beings by their gaolers, the handsome man approached the strategium table; as Harry spoke of this 'Azula' being the only natural woman amongst their number and gave a sigh, a faint, knowing smirk flitted across the face of the black-eyed aristocrat for the briefest of instants.
Upon reaching the large table, he interlaced his fingers before himself and began to sit down, even though the spot he had chosen was void of any chair. He was in no danger of falling over, however, for a large block of ice hewn in the shape of an ornate and imposing throne coallesced from thin air beneath him, solidifying from vapour and mist into unyielding firmness just in time for him to be seated. Clad as he was in sodden garments that were most certainly not intended to be worn in such extreme cold, the tall fellow should have been shivering and chattering his teeth at the very least; yet if the intense chill of his icy throne bothered him at all, he gave no indication that this was the case as he crossed one booted leg over the other and rested his goateed chin on the knuckles of his left hand.
A faint smile of amusement spread across the handsome visage of this unnatural being as he studied the strategium's holographic display, and he quirked an eyebrow, waiting to see what would happen next.
The Danse Macabre CodexRemilia blinked, though didn't look all too surprised by the question. "If that is what you're after then don't worry. An incident was resolved not too long ago, something about a flying ship or something. I was not part of it myself for once so I only heard of it second hand." She said.
"You all solve a lot through violence?" The purple-haired girl asked as she sipped her tea.
The young man acknowledged his room and looked inside. Upon coming out, he had a large grin on his face.
"It will do. For now. Anyway, it's getting late, and I feel like some entertainment. GUITAR! ORGAN! TROMBONE!"
The chamber began to glow, as music began blasting out of it.
Paying no heed to the music, the ice-encrusted aristocrat did not spare Harry more than a brief, sidelong glance as he replied. I've some experience with such matters, yes. Your caution is commendable, young man; keep your distance, if doing so would make you feel better.
He turned his attention back to the strategium then, interested in seeing how these other pawns would react to the words of the young fiend displayed there.
The Danse Macabre CodexBowsa crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Do the nomads ever give any starsdamned instructions, or do they just leave you on your own?"
This was an important question, considering Bowser's tendency to default to conquest/destruction in such cases.
In the All-Lair, someone watched through a crystal ball from behind the safety of the red iron doors. This was quite a mess, to put it lightly. So many large egos crammed into such a small space - they were starting to reach critical mass.
Something about the man of ice sent a shiver up the watcher's spine, reminding him of an old legend...
Pretend there's something clever written here."I have nothing that needs someone other then myself or Sakuya to do. I don't exactly know how to help you." Remilia said, holding back on adding that she didn't really want to. These didn't seem to be the most gracious of guests, but if they were to go then her sister would leave with them if what they say is true. She was conflicted between being the Lady of the Manor and being Flandre's sister.
"My Lady, maybe it would be wise to have them wander Gensokyo, possibly find something to do out there." Sakuya added. Remilia seemed to think on this for a bit, looking to the group to see what they thought.
The man in the red robes turned, taking in the room as well as a blind man could. Magic seemed to flow freely from some of the rooms. He turned to the red iron doors, almost as if he were looking at whoever it was on the other side.
"Better idea," said Bowsa, a plot starting to form.
"Who's in charge of this - what'd you call it, Gensokyo? Where's the castle of its Ki - its Queen?"
The red iron doors opened, revealing a short, turtle-like creature wearing a blue robe and hat, spectacles perched on a hooked beak.
"Can I help you?"
Pretend there's something clever written here.Pharaun spread her long, graceful hands and got up. "If it is wandering, then wandering it is," she said.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home."Gensokyo doesn't have any ruler." Remilia said casually. The closest thing was Reimu who controls the barrier and-oh theres an idea. "Actually, if its someone with power you're looking for I know just the person. She won't be easy to find though."
Cecillia had a ways to walk, but she eventually came across a small village. The buildings could best be described as huts and it seemed that most of the people around were female. The men were out in the fields, bringing in the crops.
The man in red shook his head. "Its nothing. I just noticed your observation spell and was wondering why you didn't just come out for a closer look. I doubt anyone will harm you." He said.
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Even though she was still sulking somewhat, Azula's composure had returned otherwise, and she was sitting up straight in her seat, head held up and tilted slightly back, hands folded in her lap and legs crossed at the ankles, the very picture of regality. She now merely observed the others in silence, shifting her gaze from one of them to the other in turn. At the demonstrations of their various powers, her attention obviously became more focused, but otherwise she was simply glancing back and forth between them, apparently taking in various details without comment.
Easing back into life one step at a time