Tortoran Inn

John stared as he watched the naga people leave, heart pounding.

He'd... he'd healed Luka or something, and chucked a golden fireball at a snek. The hell had just happened?

By now, the nagas had left, and John didn't really feel like chasing them down.

"... holy shit," he finally muttered, eyes wide. "We just... we're magical or whatever! And we just beat them up!"

The little puppy that they'd been protecting had magically made some more cash, and John gingerly picked up the one that it apparently wanted him to have.

He nodded at Luka, still pretty much in shock at the fact that he could heal people and throw magical fire.

"Uh... I think they owe you the favor," the young man pointed out to the really big guy that had helped them fight off the sneks. "And I'd say you definitely earned it. Those guys looked like they would've done more than just taken this little guy if we didn't do something..."

And then Luka's words registered, and he sighed. He'd have to act as a chaperone, wouldn't he?

Stormguard Buffet - Nadia al-Amin

As Nadia watched Maryland just sort of warp away, her first thought was that the woman didn't even try any of the food she brought out. And she was a bit annoyed at that but then she processed that something was up with one of the other Guardians, apparently. Somebody named Tibalt? Quickly twirling and grabbing two plates, two slices of pizza for each, and two of her milkshakes to put on her serving tray, the maid dressed Guardian turned to the party and did a little curtsy once more. "Please excuse me; I have more guests to serve."

Then a sharp look at her book. "And don't cause Kirsti any trouble, okay?!"

That said, Nadia took off after Maryland and her whooshing about - but lost track of her down the lonely hall, with a singular occupant humming to himself. Composing herself from having lost her initial mark, Nadia assumed her formal airs and walked over to the man with pizza and milkshakes in hand.

"Sir Tibalt, I presume...? Guardian Chef Nadia sent me to provide dishes to her fellow Guardians, but I did not see you in the banquet hall. Is everything alright?"

Tortoran Inn

"Ominous promise. Don't feel obligated to keep it," Simon mumbled to himself when the nagas fled with a statement that they'd be back. He didn't know what he was doing this time, but if they tried this stunt again then there was no way the teen would hold back. If he armed his shadow with a weapon it'd probably be far more effective.

He withdrew his scissors from his pocket and started fiddling around with them. Small ritual to get his focus back after all that excitement. He'd have to pay Skuld back for all this, it didn't feel right to just accept the hospitality for nothing. But that could wait, today had been exhausting.

Yuval seemed content to sleep outside, though. That just wouldn't do! "You're just going to sleep outside or something?" Simon asked incredulously. "Did you miss the part where a bunch of thugs threatened they'd be back to get revenge and your little dog too? What part of that makes you feel safe staying around outside? If you don't want it for free than just pay with what the dog gave you! Heck, I'll pay with that coin as long as the dog doesn't get mad about it again."

Of course there'd have to be a different room for him since there was already going to be four people in theirs... wait, why the heck was Luka staying with them? Simon shot her a confused look, practically asking her if she was serious with his gaze. "Better be four beds in there, then," he accepted with little trouble. What was sharing a room with someone else that was sleeping in a different bed? Not a problem at all! And if there weren't enough beds... well, Simon was fine with the floor. Anything to keep things from getting awkward.

Starring on the Award-Winning Reality TV Show 'The Voice' - Julian @ Lucifer's Estate

Julian froze as he heard the lilting tone. Something about it was... unnerving. What truly was unnerving was the lack of reaction from anyone else to such a blatant threat on their lives.

"Shuria, did you—" Julian only just noticed her holding the meat and opening her mouth in guidance. "What the hell are you doing? I am a grown adult, I will eat on my own."

It was around this time Dmitri had his weird little outburst. And yet, the weird dragon only ate without response. Was it that he hadn't heard the voice? Or was he so uninterested? He seemed a do-goody type so he'd probably raise some sort of alarm about it...

Julian didn't notice he had left his mouth slightly open in idle thought.

Edited by EviIPaladin on Nov 11th 2018 at 4:23:24 PM

Stormguard

"Hear what?" said the King as he looked around. "There's no one else here but us two," added in King Artis as he continued to look around. "Maybe you're just stressed after a long day?"

The Boy King is in your way... He's cursed to ruin your plans!

The voice grew agitated, yet both stronger and eager.

Strike him down now and prop up that puppet with the horn to rule!

Suddenly, a presence something similar to death itself was being shot at Terry... and he could feel it.

It felt like whatever was to happen, someone was about to die.

Can you overcome the influence?

Stormguard Dining Hall

Enough with this nonsense.

The voice rang true and loud... in the minds of Amber, Aileana, Kirsti and Mason.

Kill those who would oppose you and make claim to what you desire... Do it, and the World Lotus will squeal in delight, granting you any wish you desire...

Amber seemed to immediately take notice of the influence, only to freak out a little bit. She paused, only to stand up and move away from everyone else. "Did... anyone else hear some weird voice?" she said aloud, before holding up her head with her hand. "Or am I just going crazy?"

Young Tibalt... Kill the maid for ruining the Sepulchrum and restoring it to its former filth... Your land... OUR lands are in danger.

Spoke the voice as Tibalt stood in the middle of the hallway.

Kill her. KILL. HER. KILL. HER. KILL. HER. ONCE SHE'S DEAD NO ONE ELSE WILL GET IN YOUR WAY IN MAKING THE SEPULCHRUM OURS

It was like a music player on repeat, begging and screaming for Tibalt to act.

Then, as Nadia approached, she too could feel an influence.

Kill the false king. KILL THE USURPER BEFORE HE KILLS YOU.

Can you overcome the influence?

As the voices plagued the Guardians one by one, Medan made his way up the stairs of the throne room... forcing his body to move before he perished from his old wounds.

"Do not listen!" barked Medan as he collapsed into the throne room. "The voice isn't yours... it belongs to him," yelled the Last Guardian as he tapped his staff against the ground. "Where are the other Guardians?!" he yelled again as he turned towards Terry and King Artis.

Tortoran Inn

Kill the Wicker pup, it aims to foil-

Suddenly, as the voice began to come forth in the head's of all who were in the Inn, the Wicker Pup let out a mighty bark as its fur began to glow bright. Wagging it's tail in triumph, the Pupper warded off whatever it was that was trying to control the Guardians. Good boy!

"Stay the night, lad," spoke Shulk as he patted Yuval on the back. "If those Naga come back then you can consider whooping their noggins as payment!"

"And I don't care how you spend the night here, lads and lasses," Shulk finished cleaning up as he spoke, "So long as no fluffing happens, we're okay with sexes sleeping in the same room."

"Yay! Sleepover!" exclaimed Luka as she ran off to the room.

The pupper on the other hand just barked again, clearly wanting to stay inside the building and sleep with the others.

Decisions, decisions...

Lucifer's Estate

"There you go!" spoke Shuria as she immediately stuffed some meat in Julian's mouth, much to his displeasure. She just giggled to herself as she cut another piece of meat and held it out towards him. "Don't be shy, Guardian, I'll be taking care of your appetite from now on!"

"Or perhaps you are tired?" she looked towards the others, who were finishing their meals. "Hm... Yes, I suggest we go to bed now that we've eaten our fair share of Father's food..."

As Shuria stood up, the voices seemed to halt in Julian's head... and resurface in Dimitri's and Skylar's head.

Kill the wretched daughter of the king of demons, incite his wrath so that the Angels and Demons will continue their plight!

"Come now everyone, it's time to rest!" spoke the succubus as she twirled in place and started leading everyone to their beds.

Edited by Toukas on Nov 11th 2018 at 1:45:20 AM

Tortoran Inn

Yuval sighed, looking at both John and Simon the moved the turtle's hand away, frowning as he spoke.

"First, I'll appreciate if you don't touch me. Second, she said she's never seen the coin right? Doubt I can use it as currency. Plus if I can I need to buy food with it. Third, If you're gonna tell me- The man points towards the damage he caused fighting the naga- that this hole doesn't cost you anything to fix you're lying. I may have drove them away but I damaged your property pretty harshly"

Rosenberg looked to the puppy, yawning heavily. "<Hey can you like create me a nice blanket and a pillow? That's all I really need>" He walked to entrance with his belonging on his bag waving goodbye to the others. "I'll be fine. I bet they're too tired to do shit so late at night, plus they're still licking their wounds. I'm speaking from experience when I say that they'll do nothing for the next 10 hours"

Stormguard Hallway

The voice stung but... Now he knew it wasn't his own thoughts anymore. Which meant he could fight back. There was however the problem of the maid, maybe he could storm off (or use the sword...). Wait the maid is responsible for all that? She can't be a maid then (That meant she was a threat). Shut up!

"I was not aware I was knighted but thank you serving girl, your Guardian appreciates it. Do you want to stay and we can... Talk~?"

With a forced smile and genuine urgency he took the closest milkshake and idly supped on it while trying to think as loudly as he could and internally cringe at what he just said.

Ruining? You call the purging of the undead that cannot be reasoned with and the peace arranged with those that could as ruining? No. What has been ruined here is your plot, your precious plans of suffering and war. And then you have the gall, the absolute gall to suggest I should lead that necrotic place, well I'm sorry but I've seen what a queen of that realm looks like, I've heard her voice and waded through through the words of those that would defend every void-chosen, self-interested, war crime of an act she makes!

Some vague figure of shadow starts to form behind Tibalt, wielding a slightly more solid bow and looking ready to fight (clearly he's letting a summon do the dirty work). Shut up!

If you think that preserving the sanctity of your world-building is so important then I'll be glad to disassemble every last conflict you've set on a tipping point in as peaceful and unsatisfying a way as possible...

The shadow being dissolves and Tibalt seems to have not noticed that it happened at all as he comes out of his deep concentration and glances at the maid again.

"Sorry if I'm being out of line friend. I think someone's mind-sculpting me."

Stormguard Castle

“Oh no ye don't, ye perverted cretin...” Aileana hissed with a sudden spite unheard of from the serpentine woman, grasping her head as the voice rang through her skull. “Invade my privacy. Ye'll be at my feet soon enough, mewling like a dying cat as I pull out yer guts and strangle ye with yer own hardened faeces– oh for heaven's sake child, yes!” she spat towards Amber, glaring towards the scarred girl witheringly. “We all can, far as I can tell. Check on the others not here. Hunt 'em down like cavemen if ye have to. Where's our babyfaced king? Fetch 'im.”

Letting that question and subsequent command hang, she once more clutched her temples with a steely expression, gathering every bit of mental fortitude she had gained over her years of suffering and concentrating it against this invasive force.

50 EXP Spent → Mind Rank Up: C

“Get out and beg for yer life.”

Abruptly, the presence was pushed away, but she didn't stumble as much as she wanted to. Instead, she shook whatever leftover disorientation was still present out of her system as she made a dash for the exit of the hall—hoping to track down her favourite boy-king. He owed her a promise, after all. It'd be such a shame if he went and clumsily died.

“We Hardly Knew Ye,” she murmured to herself with a half-smile, summoning her brethren from her clothing and directing them to spread out and search the area. She wasn't planning on fooling about. If she wanted to track down tall blonde and ditzy, she'd be doing it snappy and efficiently. And if the others weren't inclined that way then bully for them. Political fallout would be on their heads.

She was in a mildly irritated mood.

Edited by Enirboreh on Nov 11th 2018 at 10:38:31 AM

Nice Night for a Hall - Nadia al-Amin

Nadia's body tensed up at the voice (knowing right off it wasn't hers - she didn't have a teary eyed panic attack over Marrow's Graw getting guns for nothing) and the shadowy archer that appeared after, ready to defend herself at a moment's notice... before relaxing as it faded away.

"No, no, I hear you - or rather, I hear them too," Nadia replied to Tibalt with a smile not as forced as his, but definitely nervous about the whole thing... then noticing she dropped her act. "Ahaha- Yeah, felt something like this before when Shuria basically shouted at her whole country to fight... Took my friend and I a bit of doing to get our little village to not immediately run off and fight. Was worth it though, since, you know, made the cure for them, which gave the undead fighting her blatant evidence that a cure was in sight. Guess I don't make much of a pretend maid, do I~?"

Nadia gave a mock curtsy to Tibalt before having a sip of the milkshake intended for Maryland, its protective effects washing away the voice in her mind. "So yeah it wasn't as directed as this mind-jacking, but I definitely felt this before. Sad for them, but I'm a pacifist." The maid guardian blew a raspberry. "Came here to comfort you and say hi since apparently you ran off depressed or something, but it looks like we have more important things to worry about...?"

Nadia sighed. "And I was looking forward to a short break where I could troll everyone as a maid..."

Everyone who has had Nadia's food during this feast gains bonuses to Endurance, Agility, and Mind and a bonus in empathetic thinking.

Dimitri, Lucifer’s Castle

Kill the wretched daughter of the king of demons, incite his wrath so that the Angels and Demons will continue their plight!

What? Where was that voice coming from? Who would even want him to do something like that? Whoever it was and whatever their motives, they were pissing him off. A lot. So much so that he started to snap and argue with the voice in his head.

“You know what?” he thought directly at the person inside his mind before launching into an unhinged inner monologue. “No. I have no idea who you are or how you’re doing this, but I don’t care. This whole land seems to be full of people who are looking for any excuse to kill each other, and you’re asking me to add fuel to the fire? Hell no. If anyone deserves to die, it’s shitstirrers like you, and the people in power who are directly responsible for the sorry state of the world!”

Jesus Christ, was there something in that wolf meat he ate? Because not only was he arguing with a voice, but he really couldn’t get the thought of murder out of his head now.

“Screw this,” he said, this time out loud. “On top of all this shit, someone’s invading my head now?”

Then he rushed out of the castle and yelled at the heavens.

“Where the fuck are you? Show yourself so I can kill you!”

Tortoran Inn

Simon wasn't one to put any stock in inexplicable thoughts in his head. Everyone got little flights of fancy where they thought about doing terrible things that they'd never actually do, after all. Impossible to never at least think about what might happen if you did something bad. But wanting to kill a dog who had given him a free coin, with the reasoning that it was going to foil... something? That wasn't him.

Lending credence to the idea that it might not just be his imagination, the absurdly evil voice ceased the second that the pup in question did some sort of magic glowy thing. Suddenly the teen didn't feel so comfortable being away from the animal. Unfortunately, Yuval was about as stubborn as Simon was envious. "Fine!" he almost spat out. "Go be alone then! Anything that happens now is on you." Unfortunately, he was too prideful to admit that what he was more worried about now was if that voice came back once the dog was gone. It wasn't like he was certain that it hadn't just been his imagination.

"Still don't know what you mean by fluffing," he admitted after taking a second to calm himself down from his admittedly overly aggressive words to Yuval. "But I also don't really want to know." Simon turned around and followed Luka, punctuating his departure with the snap of scissors being shut forcefully.

Sleepover sounded ominous. He hadn't ever had any friends to have one with before, but spending it with a bunch of... practical strangers was daunting.

Stormguard Hall

"Oh thank frick it's not just me going crazy or this warhorn trying to impose kingship on me. Been getting mindflipped all night and that's on top of my own heavy italics issues about how this world operates..."

He took a breath and picked up some pizza.

"You make a good maid though. It's cute."

There is a distinct lack of tilde that time.

Dining Hall... for Two - Nadia al-Amin

A light blush came onto Nadia's cheeks but along with it came a less than bashful grin. "I am, aren't I? I certainly thought so when I checked myself in the mirror! Stupid voice had to go ruin my fun before it even got started!"

With a slight chuckle, Nadia gave Tibalt a more earnest and natural smile, one of someone ready to listen. "Should we head back and check on the others, or do you want to sit and sort your thoughts, your real thoughts out? Sometimes it's good to get them out in words. Besides..."

The pretend maid slid down, putting the serving tray between the two of them as she sat on the hall floor. "If I'm being honest, I'm tired of all these kings and queens and sorcerers and warriors and whatever jerking us around. I could do with the downtime too and hey, I'm here to listen. We're all on the same boat. The same, weird, never ending fantasy world boat."

Stormguard Hallway

"That is basically my thoughts on the matter. Also the whole king warhorn thing and the idea that a bunch of other Guardians are running around elsewhere in the world and might be doing evil right now because they aren't here at the party eating your excellent cooking."

Stormguard Castle

Looked like it was up to Maryland again; what was weird here was that she had no hint of the mind control attacks Tibalt and Nadia had, to her, 100% earned talking about all chill like. She thought through how, and what she concluded on was that the main difference between her and everyone else, right now, was her invisibility. That could be it, and it could be that their assailant was attacking through visibility. She didn't just have some Detect Magic move or anything though! This wasn't her toolset, at all. She'd have to improvise: maybe their attacker was invisible too? Magic like this felt to her like it'd be obvious casting. She even had an idea on how to spot them. It had worked before, cosmetically, so why not more physical stuff?

Maryland clapped her right hand over her left eye and shifted it specifically. Nothing too visible happened, but she worked her magic to shift that eye into the infrared spectrum. It was just like all the other stuff she did: she imagined the final result and the magic filled in the middle. With the new spectrum opened to her and the hall and the ballroom both lit up in weird greens and oranges, Maryland got to work scanning around for any heat signatures that would maybe be suggesting an invisible caster.

Stormguard Castle

Kirsti wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed that nobody, or at least nobody from her world, really reacted to her accidental activation of Despacito. No one gave her stink eyes, sure but it doesn't really give her any...humanization that she subconsciously wants from the people who were in the same situation as her. Besides Nadia, of course. Regardless, hearing that one meme song just gave her a bit of homesickness.

Speaking of Nadia, her book, which Kirsti now know its name as Weiss, for whatever reason it named itself that, reminding Kirsti that she was supposed to return it to Nadia. One glance around and she found her, dressed in a maid outfit for whatever reason. Kirsti instantly looked away and bury her face in her hands. Nadia in that outfit is so...cute? How did she get that outfit in the first place?

And then the thoughts of a cute maid had been replaced by a weird voice, it's like...someone is speaking to her from behind but inside her head? Kirsti looked around for a bit to see what's up. Now that Kirsti had her composure together, she can get a more comprehensive look at Nadia and see that she had sat down on the floor as she talked to the guy Kirsti had never seen before. He looked like a guardian, though, so worth a shot with injecting herself into the conversation.

"Hey Nadia," Kirsti said as she approached the two. "I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself after all the chaos we've been in, and who dat boi? I assume he's a guardian too, from the Eastern Kingdom? Oh, and...errmmm, nice outfit, Nadia. you look so cute."

Edited by sgtpendulum on Nov 12th 2018 at 10:54:41 PM

The Banquet.

...

Well, the Voices telling him to kill everyone was a nice welcome change! And here he was worried there would just be Physical challenges, but mental ones too are welcome! He looked around for a moment, wondering, exactly, the rest of his allies were dealing with. A few people shouting out to the air so they were likely dealinf with their own voices.

But him? The prospect of killing everyone...killing people randomly....well, that had no real sway to him! So, as the voice went on its rambling little...thing, he just kinda glanced around and smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Nah." He mumbled. "I think I'm good. No use killing everyone after all."

The rational thought process he had about that? Well, if he decided to kill everyone...well, that wasn't sporting! Where was the FUN in that, after all?

Farahelm

Choeun shrugged her shoulders. "If you say so," she stretched out her arms, running alongside the flock and making 'whooshing' sounds as she went. "Hey, where is this nest?"

"And..." After unsuccessfully flapping her arms and not taking off, she huffed a bit before asking. "How are you doing that flying thing?!" If I'm on some sacred quest I should at least be air walking...

Three's Company Here in the Hall - Nadia al-Amin

"I could have a one woman bake sale with how much you're buttering me up," Nadia joked teasingly. "Also, what's this about a king's horn? First I've heard of it. I've been in an undead country for most of the day."

Spotting Kirsti coming on over, Nadia waved. "Oh hey; thanks for bringing my book over! And yes, I am especially adorable, aren't I? This is Tibalt and we've both been hearing weird voices; how about you? Have a milkshake sip; it'll cure what ails you!"

Stormguard Hall

"Oh, well if you were at the Guardian Gate you might have heard like, a big horn sound after the demon turned up. That's..."

He fished around and got out the warhorn again.

"This thing. As far as what people have told me it can only be blown by people who can be kings. Which uh... Yeah I did do that. And then the voices decided to work with that in their push to torment me yay."

He glances up and gives a wave at Kirsti.

"Yep, Guardian who arrived in Eastern Kingdoms. Name's Tibalt. It's from Shakespeare I think."

Skyler, Lucifer's Castle

Kill the wretched daughter of the king of demons, incite his wrath so that the Angels and Demons will continue their plight!

That voice put an immediate stop to Skyler's eating. Who was saying that voice, he tried to examine the area but nobody had a voice that sounded like that one. Heck, nobody was reacting to those words, nobody except Dimitri and Julian. The vampire ran out of the castle in panic, Skyler would catch up to them but that wasn't important right now.

"Everyone, somebody is trying to kill Shuria" Skyler shouted with clear urgency, "They're sending messages to us Guardians, they want us to do the deed!"

Edited by JustaUsername on Nov 13th 2018 at 1:59:18 AM

Stormguard Hall - Nadia al-Amin

Well, technically anyone can become king if you befriend the right people... and behead the wrong ones, Nadia thought but opted not to say.

"Hmm, that's a thought. Book, do you know who tried to mind control us into killing one another and everyone? Or, at the very least, what kind of nut would try to pull that jerk move? If you could provide a picture too of what they look like, just so we know who to keep an eye out for, that'd be great too. Oh, also what other shit they can do. Really, any information you can give us. They also seem to be able to observe us, judging by what Mr. Tibbers here said, so what's the deal with that and how can we ward that off?"

Edited by Starbound2 on Nov 12th 2018 at 6:01:38 AM

Stormguard Throne Room

Suddenly, Terry snapped to attention. The voice was now so strong that there was no way anybody could block it out. Terry could feel it in his very mind, but the king looked unfazed. It didn't take long for Terry to put two and two together, and call it four.

This is... just like what I used... It's an illusion!

Terry's mind began to race, but he began to channel magic to fend off the mental attack. But even as he did so, he could feel killing intent washing over him, like a bucket of ice water being dumped on his head. Someone really wanted this king to die, but Terry certainly didn't think this king deserved to die. And who was going to take over? Sad-sacks over at the dinner table? No way.

Then again... Terry thought to himself. This king is hopelessly naive. They both have their faults. Who am I to say who deserves to rule? Terry suddenly came to a idea, and smiled to himself. No, I'm a capitalist. I should let the invisible hand take care of this. Maybe with a little push...

Suddenly Medan bursted through the door. Terry was already on edge, and that was all he needed to draw his axe. He probably would have attacked, if the old man didn't immediately collapse afterwards.

"What the hell? Who are you?!"

Edited by TehStanman on Nov 13th 2018 at 3:15:16 PM

Stormguard Castle

“Oh don't tell me. You're considering this, are ye? Dullface the Second?” droned a familiar Scottish lilt as a small group of serpents slithered by (and over) Medan and towards Terry. Despite neither of them moving their mouths, the voice seemed to originate from a particularly tiny green rattlesnake that was leading the little pack of reptiles. Until it stopped and the others followed suit about five feet or so away from him.

“We all heard it, lad. Or... most of us did. Dinnae matter though. It was a perverse thing fit only to be ignored. Don't ask how I know. I can see it. Weapon drawn, that glint in yer eye... don't need much more than that, aye?”

That rhymed. Yipee. Such amusement before it all falls apart.

“Boy-king, I still am holding ye to that thing I asked even now the battle's over. I will be sorely disappointed if you up and keel over. Most unfortunate. And here I was, thinking...” the snake trailed off as it slowly crept towards Altis and began to clamber up to his shoulder. “...well never mind. Ye wouldn't want to break a girl's heart like that, would ye?” she crooned, attempting to bat her eyelashes only to remember she had no eyelashes with which to bat. Typical. She was banking on that little extra point of persuasion. And she didn't think attempting another smooch would fly either, considering her lips were about as manoeuvrable and had the same basic texture as vulcanized rubber.

Meanwhile all about the castle, several other groups of snakes similar to the one that had entered the throne room suddenly stopped in their tracks and turned on the other; devouring their brethren furiously. Not a scrap remained of them, and the one that was eventually left on its own simply slithered away to some place unseen to unsummon itself. Aileana had of course failed to mention that she'd made that same dramatic entrance—line for line—in about six other rooms before she finally stumbled upon the correct one.

And her body? Up in the rafters in the corridors, of course. Puppeteering away from prying eyes—glazed over and completely dead to the world. Befitting of someone already looking much like a cadaver.

Tortoran

The wicker pup tilted its head for a moment, before letting out a cheerful bark. Suddenly, a warm quilt blanket appeared from thin air, along with an unusually comfy pillow. Happy to be of use, the Wicker pup let out another bark and wagged its tail before following Yuval close behind. It would seem that the pup didn't care about sleeping outside, just so long as it was by its new master.

Meanwhile...

"Sleepover, sleepover~" sang Luka as she arrived at the boy's rooms... before cuddling up on one of the beds rather sexily, revealing parts that would tempt any youth. Whether it was intentional or not was unknown.

...Don't be fluffing now...

The voice in the back of Simon, John, and Eliah's heads spoke to them again- No, it wasn't just any voice this time...

...It was Humbee the bear's voice as he peered into the room, eyeing the three lads before closing the door.

Seems like tonight was going to be a rough night...

Eastern Kingdoms - Throne Room

"I... am.. Medan," spoke the man in-between his breaths as he stood to attention to speak to the trio before him. "I came immediately after I heard about the destruction of the Sepulchrum's Guardian Gate. I was worried about what would befall Eastern Kingdoms, but it would appear everything has been handled."

"Although, the voices... I'm sure you've heard them, yes? They are from a far more powerful Guardian than I, I fear."

"What voices are you talking about?" spoke Artis as he folded his arms.

"You wouldn't be able to hear them, my liege. I fear that this Guardian is targeting only other Guardians."

"Would they be nearby?" asked the King again.

"No. This spell is being produced from somewhere outside of the Eastern Kingdoms I'm afraid."

"I see... then that means we have another target to find other than Shuria," spoke the King as he gained renewed resolve. "I say we turn in for the night. We're all tired from battle and stress is getting to us. I'll have my guards make rounds to ensure that there isn't anything suspicious happening."

The boy king turned towards Terry and Aileana, "The both of you should get some rest as well. I will stay here with Medan to get some information, besides, if anything were to happen to me I have your blessing, don't I?" he said with a cheery laugh as he patted Aileana's snake that wrapped itself around his neck.

Eastern Kingdoms - Hallway

Maryland would see nothing out of the ordinary given her new sense of vision, but at least she gained a new skill to use!

However, Maryland would hear what Weiss had to say, since it would appear that the book could now talk.

"You are asking for a tall order, Nadia... one that I have no information about. The only thing I can devise is that it is another Guardian, one incredibly powerful at that" spoke Weiss as he himself was stunted by such a theory. "The only one I could think of with knowledge of who it could be, would be Medan."

It would seem that it was time to hunt down Medan...

"Though, such things can be saved for tomorrow. It is late, and I fear what would happen if we continued with our endeavors while lacking sleep."

...Maybe the book was right, perhaps it was time for rest

Lucifer's Estate

The demons in the dinning room just laughed at Skylar, clearly thinking that he was insane to even suggest such a thought.

Perhaps the food was getting to him...? Maybe it was time to sleep.

The same applied to Dimitri, who went running and screaming out to the balcony of the castle... where two demons were intimately performing some fluffing. They just eyed Dimitri, before continuing their business.

Seems that the long day has finally caught up to the young vampire... Maybe it would be wise to go rest their eyes and sleep?

Farahelm

After failing to fly, Choeun would come across the Harpie's nest by pure chance... and see that there were dozens upon dozens of harpies. Though, due to how active the birds seemed to be during the night, it may be wise to save the slaying of the bird creatures for the morning, when they would be more docile and sleeping.

...or you could rush in now and just see what happens?