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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 16, 2014 19:11:31 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 16, 2014 19:11:31 GMT -5

Usually, Victorique would have ran her mouth, especially in situations such as this, but those other people whom have tried in the past to take her away from her family were always in it for the money. They were all predictable, and their fumbling actions generally proved how desperate and clueless they were. This, this was entirely different. Never had she ever come across an individual as calculating as this. Throughout a majority of the woman's speech, the young lady remained silent, not even bothering to offer any form of witty retort.

The last thing she needs is a stranger bursting into the scene and telling her that her parents have lied to her throughout her entire life. Victorique hasn't even seen nor heard of this woman's name before this day, who does she think she is to defame her parents to this extent? Was Fleur a spy from a rival company? Most likely. In all likelihood, that woman was just spouting trash to buy her comrades some time, but really, the more the aspiring novelist listened in, the more it sounded like a plot to a cliche action film where the protagonist is a time traveller of sorts, fighting against other time travellers for the sake of restoring peace to the land.

She laughed. After hearing all that, how can you expect her not to? There is absolutely no way that those words can be anything other than complete gibberish. "Please, by all means, do continue. I'd love hearing more of your fictional tales, even though sci-fi thrillers aren't really my cup of tea, but to be a successful novelist, I'd have to take elements in from various genres. Come on, tell me more. Enlighten me with zat delusional knowledge of yours."

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 16, 2014 20:14:15 GMT -5

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Ohohoho. This girl was really getting into it now, wasn’t she? Her reaction was an obvious one, the kind of reaction most people would have to being told things like this. But on the same token, to retaliate like this? Interesting, interesting. The girl was not being intimidated, so that was a big, big plus to Fleur. Fear was a useful tool to herd food, yes, but potential allies should be able to master their fear, just in case. Yet, a little display of power would likely be necessary to get her to believe anything she said. Later, maybe, she did not want to do it immediately – simply because the parents might notice it too, and would send in the guards.

A pretty candid smile could be seen on her face.

“Delusional? Well, I guess it would really sound like that. But there really isn’t much of a way to tell you such things without sounding like a lunatic. And it is pretty hard to back this kind of thing up, of course, given how fractured humanity’s accounts of times long past might be. I mean if I looked long enough I might find a picture of me in some history book, as I had witnessed quite a few important events. But then again, you would just call it a coincidence, now wouldn’t you?”, she replied, before getting up once again. It was about time, really, as she could feel it coming from outside, that tingly pressure only hollows could emit. The bait was used, good, good.

“I wonder though, can you feel this? It seems like my head-start is wearing thin. The question is, though, do you trust me far enough to cover behind me, or will you try and run away, goddess of victory?”, she denoted once more, tensing up. Aria was returning, and she was bringing company. The question was, now, would the parents notice? Would the girl? And, most of all, how would they deploy those guards? The hollows should come from the back, picking up the slight pressure the elder bount had been releasing so far. This wasn’t just about killing some hollows, this was about proving that she could also minimize their damage and protect.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 16, 2014 22:53:15 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 16, 2014 22:53:15 GMT -5

It was hard to believe that just moments earlier, they were in the ballroom having such a wonderful conversation about the most random things, but now that they were alone, the woman's demeanor seemed to change completely. Well, it didn't change all that much, but the words that were being spouted from her mouth seemed far different than the ones she was saying now. The earlier words had a sense of mysteriousness to them, and perhaps that's what kept her interest throughout that entire talk, but now.. now it just seems as though Fleur had lost that touch, and was willingly exposing every bit of that mysteriousness in the way that a crazy psychopathic mental asylum patient would. All that's left out was some conspiracy theories about certain historic events that she proclaimed to be a part of, and that's pretty much the cherry on top of the cake.

Silence still hung in the air, but Fleur's haunting words came back to, well, haunt Victorique. That strange feeling.. she couldn't figure out why, but something was about to happen. The way she was feeling right now came from something which resembled that of a sixth sense of sorts. There's just no logical way of explaining how she feels it, or what it is she's feeling, but she just knows that its coming. But of course, she wouldn't ever give the satisfaction to her conversational partner about being right.

"What.. is it.. wh.. what is coming..?" It is so typical of Victorique, really, to be fearful of the unknown. She's always been this way, ever since her parents told her those various tales about supernatural beings, but those were tales, and this was reality. It couldn't be happening, could it? The stuttering and slight choking in her voice made it clear how she felt at the moment, and the acceleration of her heartbeat only served to drive her further into a state of paranoia. Her parents definitely sensed and knew what was coming, but at the same time, they couldn't leave their positions. Who knows if one of those rampant Hollows might escape and harm their guests? It was their responsibility to keep them safe, but that was why they had human guards. "Tell me what is happening!"

In a matter of seconds after she yelled out, three of the aforementioned guards burst into the room and quickly went over to the distress young woman. They had no need to speak, no need to explain themselves, because they were under strict orders of her parents to get her to safety. Whatever was about to happen, it was going to be chaotic one way or another, that's for sure.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 18, 2014 20:12:12 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 18, 2014 20:12:12 GMT -5

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It moved straight through the wall. Fleur had always admired how some hollows could just do that, but then again, it was likely a kind of required secondary power. Would explain why humanity even bothered with building houses, least they would just randomly be destroyed every now and then. No, it was only natural, yet still very intriguing – given one had the time to be intrigued, of course.

Because the first of them was doing just that right now.

The normal humans, they likely were incapable of seeing the beast. It looked pretty much like a cross between a dog and a gorilla. A dogrilla, walking like a gorilla but with a much leaner, tail-equipped body. It even seemed to operate on smell, given how it sniffed around once it had passed the wall, quickly fixating upon Fleur. It obviously disregarded the guards who had rushed in just as much as the elder bount herself had. Of those guys, maybe one of them would be able to see a distortion in the air moving towards the two women, but that girl might actually be able to recognize it. If she truly was as precious as Fleur thought, at least.

But, alas, the woman with the purple hair could not spend all her time gazing at the beast, there was a need for defence as well. While it likely was not the only hollow to appear, it was at least the first to do so, and she extended her arm, trying to rein Victorique in behind it, motioning her to move back just a little more. At the same time, though, she did not move herself, standing her ground instead, as the beast came closer.

Before it could lunge at them, however, something else suddenly burst through a nearby ventilation duct, moving at quite the speed, and hit that thing square in the face, shattering parts of the mask on impact, spilling hollowblood on the floor and causing it to careen into a nearby bookshelf, almost toppling it. The floating ball of grey matter zipped around a bit in front of where it had collided, but eventually levitated back to Fleur.

“That is what is coming. Designation hollow, the other devourer of souls. And that isn’t the only one, normal people can’t see or hear it.”

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 19, 2014 10:47:35 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 19, 2014 10:47:35 GMT -5

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Fleur should consider herself lucky. Now, you may ask why, and you have every reason and every right to do so, but the simple truth is that this was the first time ever for young Victorique Bellerose to not pass out during a situation which involved the supernatural. Under normal circumstances, and by normal that meant movies and other means of delivering fictional scares, she would have already succumbed to the fear, which would result in a responsive action of her eyes rolling completely to the back of her head, and that means lights out. This time around, however, she withstood that fear, and in spite of her wobbly legs, immediately cowered behind the safety and potential meat-shield that is her conversational partner.

The guards, unbeknownst of what was happening, rushed forward in an attempt to rescue the princess from what they presumed to be the clutches of evil, but their actions were stopped by the sudden invisible force that had seemingly yanked the ventilation duct's grates open, and by the toppling of a random bookshelf. Clearly, as nothing more than ordinary humans, their brains couldn't really take in that much abuse, and so they ran- choosing to abandon their tasks and leave Victorique behind for the sake of their own behinds. What they did not expect, however, was for one of them to get tackled by another invisible force as soon as they left the library. What the other could only perceive as ripples of air hovering in front of his comrade suddenly became a spurt of crimson, as flesh wound upon flesh wound, chunks upon chunks were torn off of his friend's body. Screams of pain and agony could be heard, even through the soundproof library doors that were now closed, but they died down faster than they began.

Its hard to believe that one could be reduced from a proud and noble young lady to a completely paranoid little girl whom had resorted to crouching down, cowering and even whimpering behind the person she had antagonized just only a few moments before, but yes, it happens. What's worse is that she could actually see those creatures that had escaped the sights of her guards. She saw two large creatures, tackling the man named Johnson to the ground. She.. saw that.. and..

"I'm.. I'm going to die.. I'm going to die here.. I'm.. I'm going to die.. k-killed.. by monsters.. killed by giant black m-monsters with skeleton faces!"

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Pathetic scum. Sure, Fleur had never had a particularly high opinion of those guards but damn, that was weak. They could have at least tried to do, well, something. Maybe shot at the strange phenomena, heck, shot at the bount in front of them instead. Really, she would have given them more points for doing that, than running away like this.

And it was exactly for this reason that she did not even bother to warn them about the other hollow popping up and going after the smaller fries first. Well, savage as that beast might be, at least it was not quite suicidal, meaning there was at least one person around who wasn’t either inexperienced, or an idiot. Too bad it was an enemy, though, so it’d have to be….less around soon enough.

“I told you, didn’t I? I, no, rather we are here to stop that from happening. So cover behind us all you want, because that is how it should be,” she proclaimed loudly, steadfastly, although there was a slight asteristic to that. For now. Eventually, she would like the girl to be of use, too. Either as a bargaining chip, a precious mother, or a fighter, Fleur hardly cared. Everyone who could make themselves useful was welcome, after all.

And thus, hollows obviously weren’t. Leatherback over there was about to get up once more, but the Aria/Fleur duo had already convened to not let that happen. With a girl hiding behind her, they abused the distraction created by the guards and made the fight easier on them, by going ball-istic on the hollow. Which really needed the punny name, for it was quite brutal and visceral, the spiked ball repeatedly floating away and then tackling the beast again, aiming for the mask until it finally broke for good, killing the hollow grunting in agony. There was no hesitation or mercy in their minds at all, not when they did that, and not when they turned their attention towards the remaining hollow.

“Do not worry, Miss Bellerose. We will take care of that one for you as well, so please stay where you are, okay?” – This time it was not Fleur’s soft voice that spoke, but one that sounded much more artificial, metallic. While in a ball like this, Aria really sounded weird. And by now, she had floated over to the two of them, hovering besides Fleur.

But there were no wasted movements, the moment this was said, Aria became much more malleable again and, when reaching her master’s extended hand, the grey mass swirled, forming a spear this time. That should be useful against that smarter beast over there.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 19, 2014 19:08:33 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 19, 2014 19:08:33 GMT -5

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As if after witnessing two foul, masked beasts mutilating one of her guards wasn't enough of a scare, then came the appearance of a talking silver ball. A talking silver ball whose voice resembled that of a robotic cyborg's, which, in a sense, did calm her down slightly, because robotic cyborgs weren't supernatural, they were sci-fi. But see now, the problem is, silver balls are not supposed to talk, nor were they supposed to possess the ability to float around as if gravity were non-existent, and the sudden realization of that caused the young lady to immediately back up against the wall, her lips quivered and both her eyes widened in shock, surprise and of course, fear.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU.. YOU THINGIE!"

Trying as hard as she could, Victorique began making what she perceived to be rationalized thoughts of this situation. There couldn't be monsters popping out left and right, trying to mutilate human beings, right? That's just not possible. They weren't in a fictional monster movie where apparent mutated black lizard thingies with skeletons on their faces started killing off members of a group one by one, right? No, of course not. Movies are movies. And this.. were these all CGI effects? Was this all a hoax, planned by her parents as some form of surprise for a new attraction they were trying to build within this place? Its.. possible, right? At least its more logical than having the world she knew crumbling before her very eyes!

The two previous beasts that had mutilated poor Johnson barged in through the soundproof doors, though it took them several tries of repeatedly smashing their thick skulls- no pun intended, what with the skeletal masks and all, through the bulletproof glass. Bulletproof they may be, they were of no match for these creatures, and soon enough, the snarling, howling creatures that resembled a mix between a lizard, a snake, a dog and an eagle quickly came flying (yes, quite literally) in, before violently toppling over one of the book shelves, potentially sustaining a bit of damage themselves, what with the groggy looks on their faces and them trying to shake off the cobwebs. Remnants of their feast upon Johnson's carcass could still be seen and smelled, and though it may not be very elegant of a lady to regurgitate whatever it is she ate earlier on during the dinner party, it was unavoidable, especially considering how much she's been sheltered her whole life. Witnessing slow deaths and decay from the starving children in Africa were different, because they weren't being gnawed upon by creatures that should not even exist in the first place!

And then the morphing of that silver ball into a long spear? There's just.. no way. Slowly, but surely, Victorique felt light-headed. The carnage that had ensued before her very eyes, it was too much. Too much for one that is fearful of the supernatural to handle. Too much for an individual whom hasn't had these types of contacts and experiences with situations like these to handle. Just.. too much of the unknown. She was still conscious, but it wouldn't be long before she slipped away and started blacking out.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 21, 2014 19:01:50 GMT -5

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“Thingie? Now that is rude,” Aria commented, even though a sword now. The beauty of dolls, they could make mouths to speak whatever they might look like. It also allowed her to pout, which was slightly amusing to Fleur. But she did not have too much to say, otherwise, as the fight had to go on. Okay, wrong quote, but correct assessment. The hollows had concluded their little side dish and appeared quite intent to check out the buffet now. Overly eager, actually, given just how fast they barged in, only slightly stopping in front of that bulletproof glass, before finally reaching the library proper. There, they wanted to read some books, apparently, as their trajectory brought them right towards the bookshelves. Fleur could see that, and she was not intent at all to let such a chance slip by. Not when a hollow was actually asking for assisted suicide like that.

Wasting no time, she dashed to the side and jumped up, scaling most of the bookshelf in one go, and not staying there for long. Instead, she bounced right off of it, directly aiming at the closer of the two beast, spear-laden arm extended. And then she watched physics do their job, pointing Aria right at the thing’s mask, as its own impulse drove it against the doll. There wasn’t really much more to it, the elder bount simply held onto it as the smash occurred, the doll’s pointy end meeting first mask, then softer tissue, skewering the beast. But this was not a sword, so when she finally did land, there was quite a chunk of hollow still sticking onto the weapon.

“Hollow-kabob.”

Yes, cheesy one-liners. Not that the old woman was imitating a new fad, no. She was into those long before they got popular.
Either way, she showed the proof of her success to both Victorique and the remaining birdlizardog, which had crashed head first into another bookshelf. But seeing the remnants of the other made it roar out loudly, which was rather interesting. So same type hollows could form at least some kind of bond. For the moment though, her concern for the girl was limited, aside from the occasional glance towards her. Girl seemed fine, a bit weak, yes, but still fine. Thus, she decided to rather focus on the opponent in front of her, which she now invited to try his luck as well.

“Well, ready for another round, big boy?” Oh, yes, she really did like fighting like that from time to time. It was so refreshing and always exhilarating. Even lows like those could be dangerous, after all.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 21, 2014 19:33:35 GMT -5

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Surprise surprise, after having to sit.. or rather, cower in one corner of the room, Victorique had an up close and personal view of what was going on, and it only made her feel that much worse. The urges to throw up went up a notch, and although she had already done so earlier, her stomach still wouldn't let her rest. Imagine the greenness that had crept on up both the young lady's cheeks when the chunks of flesh and organs glued themselves onto the same silver-ball-turned-silver-spear-thingie that had spoken to her moments prior.

The second Hollow roared out as loudly as it possibly could, and with them being in a confined space full of bookshelves that the sound frequencies could reverberate off of, the volume was amplified quite strongly. It had no intent on repeating the same mistakes its comrade did, because it bore witness to the level of power that the spear possessed, what with it being able to penetrate through their hierro and their armored masks. Still, for the creature, it was either to take an offensive stance, or stand there and be just another victim to the weird woman's tricks. Thus, it charged forward, revving up both its left legs, the gesture identical to that of a bull-fight fight before the bull skewers the matador and leave a lasting impression- as well as an injury on the man's body.

She was watching that entire scene. Yes, her body may have given her signs that she should not be doing so, but there was something really enticing about all of this. So enticing in fact, that although she was scared, she still continued taking occasional peeks through her fingers. In a way, it was like an action movie, with her conversational partner being the heroine. You'd want to look every few seconds just to see if the heroine is doing fine. What she did not expect, however, was for one of those creatures to appear out of the ventilation duct right behind her.

The newcomer grabbed Victorique's hand and proceeded to yank, as if it was trying to pull the young woman into the duct with it and maybe share the buffet with its other comrades, and that of course, resulted in paranoid shrieks coming out of her. It was only a natural reaction, and her mind was close to shutting down entirely after having witnessed and experienced all this. Tried as the creature might, Victorique fought back, attempting to yank her own arm away from the thing's grasp, though it seemed resilient enough to hold on. It was no minor feat, to involve yourself in a tug-o-war with a Hollow. She might not come out on top on this one, but all she needed was a temporary distraction for Fleur to come help her.. right..? She'd come save her... right?

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Ah, that was just wonderful. Having the beast roar at you in anger and defiance, clearly going to give it all to avenge the brother – yes, that was life. People without strength could never comprehend such things, they only knew fear. People with power knew fear too, knew how much they would have feared something like this once. But that only made it stronger, made facing the beast even more visceral. There really wasn’t anything like that.

Readying herself by assuming a very steadfast stance, the light haired woman simply awaited the beast’s next move. And given that it definitely wasn’t more than a beast, said move really was little more than a straightforward approach, substituting delicacy with brute force- a mighty charge, one that basically screamed at her to dodge it, maybe jump up and hit the beast. But all of this, it wasn’t about killing lowlifes like this, no, it was about showing up. She’d already proven agility and speed, now it was time to commit to something entirely different.

Changing her stance slightly, she held the spear horizontally and away from the beast, commanding Aria to transform once more, this time assuming the form of a shield. Then they both braced for impact. It was more the doll that took the hit, of course, but Fleur was still the one making that decision, showing confidence that she could stop it. And when the best crashed right into that shield, tried to make them bulge by power alone, she could not help but admire that strength.

Still, she held out, but a sudden noise to the side drew her attention. Gazing over there, she noticed another one of her guest actually going after the prize itself – and that wasn’t good at all. Se wasted no time, aside from waiting for that massive impulse to tone down, then she whirled around, moving the shield. And while she whirled, Aria became more akin to a sword again which, by the moment she finished the spin, cut right into the mask. But Fleur did not stop there at all, but did a second pirouette, only to this time outright throw Aria over towards Victorique.

The doll would become an amorphous mass yet again, but would not engage immediately, instead trying to get behind the hollow and hide there, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. That was also part of the plan, although only as an eventuality. But still, it could work, and if that girl was to evoke her doll to protect her, a controlled situation was best. Not that Aria would allow her to be harmed, the moment that happened – or another doll appeared – she’d strike.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 22, 2014 12:47:21 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 22, 2014 12:47:21 GMT -5

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The tug-o-war continued for quite some time, but when its all said and done, Victorique could only hold up her own strength so much before fatigue rolled in, and that's exactly when the beast took advantage, and quite literally yanked the young female into the ventilation duct with it, in hopes that the small, confined space would allow for no interference whatsoever when it came to its meal. It didn't care about its other brethren whom had sacrificed themselves, that's their business. Survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle.

As tired as she may be, the girl continued struggling, trying to use both her legs to keep the monster from dragging her into what she presumed to be its lair, so at the same time, Fleur would be getting a pretty enjoyable view, what with her short dress and all. Nonetheless, Victorique continued pulling, occasionally flinging her own fists out front in an attempt to catch the creature with a few good right hooks, but those hits that did land only served to anger the beast even further, drawing an ear piercing scream which again, is amplified by the sound waves reflecting off of the confined space, and since it is directly in front of her, it sent her spiralling into a disoriented state.

When the creature decided that it had pulled Victorique into a part of the duct that's a far enough distance away from the fight that's happening outside, unbeknownst that it had already ended moments prior, a second cackling sound rang, and it felt almost like two insects trying to communicate with one another, as if they were discussing which parts they'd get to gnaw on first.

That's when the strange feeling began. It felt like someone had pressed a searing hot coal against the insides of her chest, and she began crying out in pain. Even the creatures seemed to be startled temporarily by the sudden moans and groans coming from her direction.

"My Princess.. hath thou finally granted me the opportunity to roam free once again?"

That voice.. there it is again, that familiar voice, ringing in her mind. For some reason, she's heard this voice before somewhere, probably in her dreams and such, and thus she could never really respond to it. They were just occasional dreams, after all, so why bother thinking too much about them? Yet, why now? Why did the voice appear now?

"All you have to do, my dear Princess, is to utter my name. What it is, is no mystery to thee."

In a sense, he was right. Whomever this person was, talking to her in her head, she knew what it was. She knew what his name was. Right now, Victorique though that she must have been going insane here, but when the two bugs started creeping in again, that's the last straw. She hated all things supernatural, and she hated bugs. Combine the two into one, and you'd have something that's instantly intolerable.

"The Black Prince.. N-No.. The Black Knight, Edward.. of Woodstock."

As soon as she finished uttering those words, a blast of darkness, even darker than the Hollows themselves, clouded the small space of the ventilation duct, and soon enough, a mist of pure darkness began enveloping the two remaining Hollows, entering their bodies and quite literally sucking out their life force until nothing more but just dust remains. By now, Victorique had long but passed out, but the mist that had appeared, seemed to have taken a liking to the young lady, and thus it carried her, lifting her up in her own personal cloud of fluffy darkness before sending her back toward the library, lightly placing her sleeping form on the ground.

"Myyyyy.. Princesssssssss.."

Compared to the noble, yet strong voice that Victorique heard in her dreams, the real voice that came out was almost serpent-like. It still sounded fairly young, but there's no denying that this.. thing, whatever the hell it was, it was attached to Victorique in some way, as it continued to guard the young woman in her sleep, and would protectively hiss at anyone who dared come close.

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Oh, that was good. Really good. Well, not the fact that this thing was still alive, that was annoying. But she had hit the hollow good enough for it to be immobile and mostly dead, so she simply spent her time punching it some more, until they were done having their moment over there. Not to talk bad about it, far from it. Fleur had witnessed it a few times, back in the day, although she had not seen it for a few centuries. Still, a bount receiving their doll, that was something very, very impressive. She would never interrupt that moment for anything else in this world, so she just kept on watching, absent-mindedly punching a hollow.

Aria, in the meantime, continued to however within the enclosed space, all but pressing itself onto the distracted hollow. Both of them were quite engrossed by the spectacle, although she was still very much, attentive, and ready to kill the beast at a moment’s notice. But she could feel their plan changing. They were still connected, she and her mistress, and both of them believed that it would be far, far more prudent for that girl to get the kill on this one herself. Sure, they would intercept if necessary.

It was not, though. There was some kind of mist coming out, after the hollows, and Fleur instinctively took a step backwards. She did not exactly fear this, but she did know that first summons could go out of control – and it would be a shame to beat a newborn doll to a pulp. That would be massively anticlimactic.

But it was not necessary, either way. The mist just took in the hollows, which was a bad meal, but at least some meal. The elder bount would have to teach her the merits of taking human souls directly, eventually. For now though, she just witnessed her being carried out like that, by a black knight.

“My, my, how cliché,” she denoted, but in a tone that wasn’t all derogative. In fact, she was impressed that she could somehow hold the doll stable, even though she was pretty much out by then. That was quite a feat, for a first-timer. But in either event, it would not hold much longer, so it was time to take matters back into her hands, although she’d let Aria do the talking for now. From doll to doll.

“You can rest now, we will take care of things from now on. Don’t worry,” the doll consoled the other, and the fair haired woman herself did her best to appear helpful and nonthreatening. “We are those who can help her. The parents are obviously inept, and you would have perished without us. Let us help you, that is what we came here for.”

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 22, 2014 21:47:20 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 22, 2014 21:47:20 GMT -5

i write sins
not tragedies

By now, Victorique's consciousness was long gone, and only her sleeping form would be left behind, with the Black Knight hovering over her, though with the mist constantly swirling around its half ethereal half solid being, it would be hard to actually see what it was at first glance. The view would definitely be clearer if one were to wander in closer, but the protective knight doll wouldn't hesitate to fend off any intruders if it meant protecting its dear Princess. As it is still fairly inexperienced with this world, it wondered if it should trust the words of that lady and her silver companion. If it had awakened moments earlier, it would've noticed that the lady was trying to help, but if it had awakened even earlier on, it would've also sensed that she was the one who started all of this.

Right now, however, it had no choice but to listen in on what they had to say. The Knight wasn't sure if its Mistress required any medical aid, but it did seem like there were a few still-bleeding scratch wounds on her arm, which had previously been dragged and clawed upon by those two foul creatures before his arrival. It wasn't life threatening by any means, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be looked at immediately. No one would've wanted to catch Hollow rabies, after all. "Heeeeeeeelp.. herrrrrrr.."

And those would be its final words for the time being, before completely melding into its mist form and quietly wrapping itself against Victorique's neck, though not in the berserk rage frenzy mode that dolls normally go through if their inexperienced master is injured, but more so to make itself a new home. All the Knight wanted was to be close to its Mistress, after all, and soon enough, the mist solidified into an accessory akin to a leather collar wrapped around the young lady's neck. Not exactly the most formal piece of fashion-wear in the world, but the Knight itself was never known to be predictable.

Some time soon, when she finally awakens from her unplanned slumber, there's just no way in hell that she'd believe everything she'd just seen. All of it was identical to a plot of a strange science fiction movie, what with the creatures resembling aliens of various shapes and sizes, trying to gnaw on human flesh. For now though, she was happily content with dreaming away, taking in that blissful state for as long as she could before reality kicks her in the posterior.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 23, 2014 20:08:47 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 23, 2014 20:08:47 GMT -5

“Help we shall,” Fleur and her doll replied in unison. This was what they had come here for, after all. Well, not unconditionally help, no, but for this very situation. She’d preferred for the girl to be awake during all that, but it was fine like that, anyway. A decision was to be made, and for the moment, that was an easy one. Walking over to the girl, she quickly picked her up, somewhat unceremoniously, having her halfway over her shoulder like this. It wasn’t the most fashionable or nice way to carry someone, but it was something she’d done for quite a while now. And old dogs and new tricks never meshed too well.

It was best to get this done already. The girl was bleeding, after all – not profoundly, but she was, and that had to be a bed sign. She’d likely need a good feeding before she’d needed medical attention, after summoning her doll for the first time. The elder bount headed for the nearest window, and ordered Aria to simply smash it. “Go figure, all that chaos, but they don’t break the one window. At least they were polite, I guess,” she uttered to no one in particular, as the amorphous ball smashed right through the glass. That likely triggered some kind of alarm, but that simply could not be worse than what happened before.

And besides, she’d jumped into the cold night pretty quickly anyhow, rushing towards the car she had waiting there, along with Aria. Given the situation, it was rather obvious she could not drive herself, so Aria would take over that duty as well, being that versatile doll it was. The car itself was nothing too special, not even a limousine, but that was better for a getaway vehicle. And besides, it had not been parked with all the other overblown cars, anyway. Still, it was comfortable enough, and she could place the girl in a half sitting position without waking her up.

And then she put on seatbelts because dammit, she wouldn’t have anyone lost to a stupid car-crash after fighting off hollows. Not again. Still, she could not treat that light wound just now, so there was no point in keeping it elevated. Wait….she could treat it. Somewhat. Ripping off part of her dress, she prepared to take care of it, unless the girl woke up already.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 23, 2014 22:06:17 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 23, 2014 22:06:17 GMT -5

i write sins
not tragedies

The occurrence of dreams were few and far between for one Victorique Bellerose. You can't choose what you want to dream about, nor can you control certain things and progressions that happen within the dreams, but for some reason, it feels as though something within her conscience is trying to will those visions, twisting it into what it wants. showing scenes from a part of her memory that's either been long forgotten, or somehow shielded from being remembered by some sort of unknown prowess. If she does indeed, come to accept what she witnessed on this very day, she wouldn't be surprised if something like that existed.

Even as a child, Victorique has always been fascinated with fantasies, but one in particular caught her attention, and up until this day, is probably the one legendary heroic tale that made her decide what she wanted to be, and that would be none other than the tale of King Arthur. Her fascination with the story, however, did not lay on its main protagonists, but rather another focal point of the plot, one Edward of Woodstock, the Black Prince, or better known to most as the Black Knight.

"Mommy Mommy, do Princes in fairytales really exist?!"

"Sure they do, dear. Anything could exist if you believe in it."

Never in a million years would she expect anything like this to happen, but it did. It is kind of hard to come to acceptance that you're not the one in control of your own fate, but is only a puppet played by the master puppeteer behind the scenes. Nonetheless, when fabric made contact against her wounds, the small tinges of pain awakened the princess from her slumber, but with so much energy exerted, she could hardly move normally. Her entire body felt as though it was ten times heavier, and she was on some kind of sedative that'd make her feel numb all over. She did, however, gather enough of her composure to start looking around the unfamiliar territory. For a second there, she thought she was in her usual limousine, being sent back home, but no, this car was far too small, and there was someone with a light purple shade of hair right beside her.

"Where.. am I.."

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