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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Sept 17, 2023 23:27:55 GMT
A rather colorful ensemble the family is. Intrigued to see where they go once the story expands.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 17, 2023 23:37:29 GMT
A rather colorful ensemble the family is. Intrigued to see where they go once the story expands. Thanks bro! We're nearing the 2nd Act which build up for the big horrorfest in the 3rd Arc and focus on some characterization in the meantime. Look forward to a guest appearance coming soon!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 18, 2023 0:48:05 GMT
The kids got settled in and Noire pulled down a compartment to reveal a set of Tropical Enigma drinks and handed them to the others while texting the driver. "Man, I never thought I'd be riding in something like this while I was still alive but here we are. This is incredible." "This doesn't seem real." Vickie exclaimed while looking around the limo's interiors. "It's like I'm in a dream." "Why a Funeral Limo though?" James questioned. "D-don't get me wrong! This is cool and I'm grateful for the opportunity, but....you know...if you don't mind me asking." "A funeral limo provides comfortable and spacious transportation for loved ones of the deceased and can help make things easier for those who are grieving while providing a reminder to everyone else that all of their days are inevitably numbered. That nothing and no one in this world lasts forever, even we will inevitably meet our end someday, so they should spend their time upon this mortal plane living the best lives they can until old age takes them back to the weeds instead of wasting it on petty childish attempts at bullying like the simpletons at our school." Noire explained and sent the text. "A bit morbid but that's a damn good point. You're deeper than you let on, huh?" Vickie asked. "Do not let my stoic boredom with the banal mundanity of the educational system and the drones that populate it fool you. I am quite the philosopher just with a penchant for the macabre." "Clearly. Well. That's cool then. Thanks for the ride and the free drink....wait, hold up, does he even know where we live?" Noire held up her phone. "I looked up your addresses on Social Media and sent them to Solomon. He'll deliver you home in style." (Annnnnd now she knows where I live! Definitely going to stay on Noire's good side now...or at least off of her Evil Side.) Vickie decided. (Still, sitting down like this, talking to her like this, while I think this is definitely what Maxwell was going for, I have to wonder....Antisocial Personality Disorder or Narcissistic Personality Disorder? Gonna have to research both.) "Well alright then. Cool. Thanks." "Hey, so, if you don't mind me asking, and if it's alright, why does he wear a mask?" Rocco asked. "He has a skin condition that he's rather sensitive about so he wears a mask when going out in public. It's not a problem though. He can see and operate a vehicle perfectly fine with the mask on." Noire explained flatly. "Oh. Oh wow I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend anyone." "It's alright. Hey Solomon? Could you please give us some music back here?" She asked. " Yes." He responded and turned on the music and by music she apparently meant Kevin Macleod's Gathering Darkness. This filled the back of the Funeral Limo with Dark Ambient Music. "Thank you!" "Oh, nice, hey, nice music." Maxwell responded politely. "I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Now, enough about me, how about yourselves? Any plans for the evening?" Noire asked the group. "Honestly, after everything that happened today, I'm just going to crash when I get home. Maybe chat with some online friends, but I'm just going to unwind." Vickie declared. "This has been an exhausting day." "I'm gaming! That's how I unwind!" Rocco declared. "Weird as it sounds I'm actually feeling Resident Evil tonight." "Coool, cool, I'm probably just going to turn on the TV for background noise while I do my homework." Maxwell responded with a shrug. "I'm gonna knock out my book report." James decided. "The Luminescent Beauty of the Sacred World." He sighed and looked up at the roof. "It's a good story, trippy and surreal but good, but man is it long....and who assigns a 1,111 page book for a book report? Who, I ask you, who?" "Mrs. Sara Debroux." Maxwell quipped. "She is infamous around the school for doing stuff like that." "It's downright fiendish is what it is." "By the way Maxwell how's your arm?" Noire asked him. "Ahhh it's fine. It didn't hurt all that much. I deflected some of the force after all." Maxwell assured her. "I think Trevor got the worst of it given how he fell over after." "WHHAAAAAA?" The rest of the group asked in confusion. "You threw hands with Trevor Tyler Payne?" Rocco asked. "Are you okay?" Vickie asked. "Did you win?" James asked. "I'm fine." He repeated. "It was just a quick little scuffle. He got some good hits in but so did I and...then he just lost his balance. Either he pulled a muscle or I hit him way harder than I thought because he just dropped. Like, he freaking deflated! His mouth dropped open like he was in the worst pain of his life. Never seen anything like it." Maxwell sipped his drink. "Ahhhhh. But you know, all's well that ends well." "YEAH! THAT'S MY BOI RIGHT THERE!" Rocco cheered and high-fived and fist bumped Maxwell. Noire sipped her drink and let them congratulate Maxwell. "So, Noire, how did your fight go then?" Vickie asked. "Like, if you don't mind me asking, how did you beat her down anyway?" "With ease. Even when she was using the broom she was predictable and sloppy. I disarmed her and smashed her head and face into the mirror and faucet, threw her against the stall and then to the cold hard floor where I made it clear to her that she was not to challenge or threaten me again lest she face the consequences. Her minions were similarly easily dispatched." There was a momentary pause as the limo continued to drive through the city streets before Vickie slid forward. "Wait a second! A broom? She tried to hit you with a broom?!" "She made an attempt, yes, even if it was a pitiful one." "You ragdolled her?" Rocco asked. "Correct." "Okay, that's...rather violent." "I gave them a chance to walk away. It is not my fault if they were too stupid to take it." "Are they alright after that? Are you alright?" Maxwella sked. "They were well enough to pack up and leave school. I deliberately avoided doing any lasting damage to them and I'm unscathed. Thank you for asking." She sipped her drink and then explained the entire encounter from beginning to end. Albeit leaving out her strangling Jade with the broom handle pressed against her throat. "That's crazy. Is the whole going insane?" Maxwell questioned. "Nah, Jade's always been a bitch. Still I'm glad you're okay Noire but...you know...please avoid bashing anyone else's head in." Vickie asked her. "So long as nobody else starts a fight with me." "I guess that's fair. I can't blame you for defending yourself. But you can still see how violent that was, right?" "Yes and I am not apologizing for it." The crew decided to just accept this since they were traveling by limousine with her anyway and moved on to other conversations. Time Passed. The other students gradually filed out of the limousine as the vehicle arrived at their stops and then Solomon turned and drove her back home. - 943 Silent Hill Lane.
The Nightshade Mansion.
A truly Gothic Mansion Design right out of a Horror Fantasy Novel or Movie. The Mansion Of Nightmares. The House Of Horrors. The place that so many people in Tranquilium both stood in awe of and told whispers about. The place they told stories about around campfires. The place that they talked about behind her back thinking she couldn't hear them. Not that she minded. They didn't even know the half of the truth of this house. But it was her home. Her dark, creepy, ominous, foreboding house of horrors and Noire wouldn't have it any other way. Solomon pulled into the garage and parked the Funeral Limo. This accomplished he got out and closed the door and walked down towards Noire's door which he opened up for her. "Thank you, Solomon." " Yes. Your younger siblings have already returned home and your Mother is inside waiting to speak with you about your actions at school today." He informed her. "As expected. Best not to keep her waiting then. But first." She gently reached up and held his hand. "You can take your mask off now, Solomon, it's okay. It's just us in here with you now. You don't have to hide your face from us." " Yes." He replied and stepped back and reached up and grabbed his mask, undid the straps on it, opened it up and held it up in the air and lowered it down to reveal the sickly green pale face of an undead man. His lips had been removed exposing his sickly gums and bloodstained tombstone teeth. His eyes were completely removed with only two glowing orangeish-yellow spheres illuminating the pitch black darkness that would've been there otherwise. His black hair was combed backwards. His cheeks were hollow giving his face a permanent grimace. This was the true face of The Nightshade Family's Undead Butler: Solomon Savidge The Zombie. "There you go. Are you feeling better now?" " Yes. This is always much better. Thank you, Noire." He growled out in a deep, coarse throaty, rasp like a dump truck of gravel unburdening its load. "You're welcome. You will never have to hide your face from us. You're fine just the way you are." She patted his arm and they walked across the garage to the elevator, pressed the button and waited for it to descend and open up. After which they walked inside and Noire pressed the button for the first floor. The doors closed leaving them inside of the empty darkly lit metal coffin ascending to the first floor while Dark Ambient Avant-Garde Horror Music played overhead. " If you don't mind me asking, Young Miss, why did you use toy spiders in the prank instead of real ones?" "I asked the spiders if they wanted to join in and when I mentioned they would be trapped in a locker, splashed out and covered in pig's blood they decided against it." " Spoilsports." "I don't blame them. The wait for her to open the locker would've been murder. Worth it but ever so boring." " Patience is a virtue, Young Miss, but a pragmatic approach is both rewarding and virtuous in its own right." "Whatever gets the best results. Regan could stand to learn the same." " Yes your cousin and her mother do so love to play with their food but they always manage to pull it off in the end." "To each their own. We have our approach and they have their own." She commented as the elevator rose up to the first floor and the doors opened up to reveal her mother standing in wait. She has a well-proportioned figure along with being very tall and slender with long black hair that extends past her waist with locks of hair that frame her face down to her chin and shows off her high forehead, dark eyes with long, voluminous eyelashes and pale skin. She has a narrow waist and a sizeable bosom. She was so hauntingly beautiful as to be ethereal. The type of dark beauty that simultaneously made you uneasy and drew you in without you knowing why. This dark beauty fittingly clad in a fancy black dress was her mother and the matriarch of the Nightshade Family. Aurore Moriarty Nightshade.
Noire bowed her head and curtsied. "Hello mother. I'm home." "Welcome home dear. Thank you so much for driving her, Solomon." " As always it is my pleasure Mistress." "You're sweet. Feel free to kick back and relax while I speak with my daughter." " Thank you, Mistress. If you require my services I will be in our library." He bowed and walked away to return to the Mansion's Grand Library to finish his reading of the Grand Scale Action/Adventure Epic Novel Shadows of Redemption: Blood Ties and Gunfire. "Of all of the bodies I've experimented on over the years he has so far been my greatest resurrective success." Aurore noted. "Come along now, daughter, I want to hear all about your blood prank and the fight you got into." "Ah? And how do you know about that part?" Noire questioned. "You may have washed your hands but the smell of teenagers blood is still all over you." Aurore informed her. "Protip? Try spraying your clothes down next time." "Ahhh of course. It must've slipped my mind because of how little concern they were to me. Anyway, sure, where would you like to talk? "Here's good." She sat down on a sofa and patted the seat for Noire to join her.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 21, 2023 2:41:08 GMT
"So, Noire, how did your fight go then?" Vickie asked. "Like, if you don't mind me asking, how did you beat her down anyway?" "With ease. Even when she was using the broom she was predictable and sloppy. I disarmed her and smashed her head and face into the mirror and faucet, threw her against the stall and then to the cold hard floor where I made it clear to her that she was not to challenge or threaten me again lest she face the consequences. Her minions were similarly easily dispatched." There was a momentary pause as the limo continued to drive through the city streets before Vickie slid forward. "Wait a second! A broom? She tried to hit you with a broom?!" "She made an attempt, yes, even if it was a pitiful one." "You ragdolled her?" Rocco asked. "Correct." "Okay, that's...rather violent." "I gave them a chance to walk away. It is not my fault if they were too stupid to take it." "Are they alright after that? Are you alright?" Maxwella sked. "They were well enough to pack up and leave school. I deliberately avoided doing any lasting damage to them and I'm unscathed. Thank you for asking." She sipped her drink and then explained the entire encounter from beginning to end. Albeit leaving out her strangling Jade with the broom handle pressed against her throat. "That's crazy. Is the whole going insane?" Maxwell questioned. "Nah, Jade's always been a bitch. Still I'm glad you're okay Noire but...you know...please avoid bashing anyone else's head in." Vickie asked her. "So long as nobody else starts a fight with me." "I guess that's fair. I can't blame you for defending yourself. But you can still see how violent that was, right?" "Yes and I am not apologizing for it." The crew decided to just accept this since they were traveling by limousine with her anyway and moved on to other conversations. Time Passed. The other students gradually filed out of the limousine as the vehicle arrived at their stops and then Solomon turned and drove her back home. - 943 Silent Hill Lane.
The Nightshade Mansion.
A truly Gothic Mansion Design right out of a Horror Fantasy Novel or Movie. The Mansion Of Nightmares. The House Of Horrors. The place that so many people in Tranquilium both stood in awe of and told whispers about. The place they told stories about around campfires. The place that they talked about behind her back thinking she couldn't hear them. Not that she minded. They didn't even know the half of the truth of this house. But it was her home. Her dark, creepy, ominous, foreboding house of horrors and Noire wouldn't have it any other way. Solomon pulled into the garage and parked the Funeral Limo. This accomplished he got out and closed the door and walked down towards Noire's door which he opened up for her. "Thank you, Solomon." " Yes. Your younger siblings have already returned home and your Mother is inside waiting to speak with you about your actions at school today." He informed her. "As expected. Best not to keep her waiting then. But first." She gently reached up and held his hand. "You can take your mask off now, Solomon, it's okay. It's just us in here with you now. You don't have to hide your face from us." " Yes." He replied and stepped back and reached up and grabbed his mask, undid the straps on it, opened it up and held it up in the air and lowered it down to reveal the sickly green pale face of an undead man. His lips had been removed exposing his sickly gums and bloodstained tombstone teeth. His eyes were completely removed with only two glowing orangeish-yellow spheres illuminating the pitch black darkness that would've been there otherwise. His black hair was combed backwards. His cheeks were hollow giving his face a permanent grimace. This was the true face of The Nightshade Family's Undead Butler: Solomon Savidge The Zombie. "There you go. Are you feeling better now?" " Yes. This is always much better. Thank you, Noire." He growled out in a deep, coarse throaty, rasp like a dump truck of gravel unburdening its load. "You're welcome. You will never have to hide your face from us. You're fine just the way you are." She patted his arm and they walked across the garage to the elevator, pressed the button and waited for it to descend and open up. After which they walked inside and Noire pressed the button for the first floor. The doors closed leaving them inside of the empty darkly lit metal coffin ascending to the first floor while Dark Ambient Avant-Garde Horror Music played overhead. " If you don't mind me asking, Young Miss, why did you use toy spiders in the prank instead of real ones?" "I asked the spiders if they wanted to join in and when I mentioned they would be trapped in a locker, splashed out and covered in pig's blood they decided against it." " Spoilsports." "I don't blame them. The wait for her to open the locker would've been murder. Worth it but ever so boring." " Patience is a virtue, Young Miss, but a pragmatic approach is both rewarding and virtuous in its own right." "Whatever gets the best results. Regan could stand to learn the same." " Yes your cousin and her mother do so love to play with their food but they always manage to pull it off in the end." "To each their own. We have our approach and they have their own." She commented as the elevator rose up to the first floor and the doors opened up to reveal her mother standing in wait. She has a well-proportioned figure along with being very tall and slender with long black hair that extends past her waist with locks of hair that frame her face down to her chin and shows off her high forehead, dark eyes with long, voluminous eyelashes and pale skin. She has a narrow waist and a sizeable bosom. She was so hauntingly beautiful as to be ethereal. The type of dark beauty that simultaneously made you uneasy and drew you in without you knowing why. This dark beauty fittingly clad in a fancy black dress was her mother and the matriarch of the Nightshade Family. Aurore Moriarty Nightshade.
Noire bowed her head and curtsied. "Hello mother. I'm home." "Welcome home dear. Thank you so much for driving her, Solomon." " As always it is my pleasure Mistress." "You're sweet. Feel free to kick back and relax while I speak with my daughter." " Thank you, Mistress. If you require my services I will be in our library." He bowed and walked away to return to the Mansion's Grand Library to finish his reading of the Grand Scale Action/Adventure Epic Novel Shadows of Redemption: Blood Ties and Gunfire. "Of all of the bodies I've experimented on over the years he has so far been my greatest resurrective success." Aurore noted. "Come along now, daughter, I want to hear all about your blood prank and the fight you got into." "Ah? And how do you know about that part?" Noire questioned. "You may have washed your hands but the smell of teenagers blood is still all over you." Aurore informed her. "Protip? Try spraying your clothes down next time." "Ahhh of course. It must've slipped my mind because of how little concern they were to me. Anyway, sure, where would you like to talk? "Here's good." She sat down on a sofa and patted the seat for Noire to join her. Noire took a seat on the long mattress with her mother. She glanced down at the table and noticed the fancy Luminescent Lines Dreamglass Teacups filled with her Sânge Vital Drink. She raised a Teacup and drank from it. "Ahhh that's refreshing. Thank you Mother." "Of course dear."She responded and sipped her own drink. "Wonderful. It always tastes the best during quiet relaxing afternoons like this." She sighed with pleasure. "Now then, dear, why not tell me about your day? Starting with this strange girl you pranked earlier. Who is this Phoebe girl? You never mentioned her before. Is she a troublemaker?" "She's an annoying fly that needed to be swatted. A judgmental prejudiced prig with the brain of an unsalted walnut who repeatedly made a point to antagonize everyone with her boorish insults and inane ramblings. Normally I wouldn't care but she antagonized Moi and our family honor on more than one occasion." She sipped her drink before continuing. "Thus, since she wasn't listening to repeated warnings from everyone else, nor were Jade's spin kicks resolving the situation, I took it upon myself to talk Principal Seashore into a deal for him and the staff to leave me alone while I set up the blood bomb in her locker. Honestly, if this fails to resolve the situation then I'm just going to bury her and call it a day." Noire explained to her mother. "I see. It sounds like this Phoebe girl has some behavioral issues. I hope she finds the help she needs before we have to make her disappear." Aurore noted. "Moving right along, Noire, regarding this Jade girl. Is she the one you fought? Whatever caused such an altercation?" "Oh. That." Noire just shrugged. "Honestly she's a barely a blip on my radar. She disapproved of the Blood Bombing, despite her constant rude and dismissive behavior to other students, and got it in her head that she could start a fight with me over it. I ignored her of course but she persisted and took me into the bathroom for a fight with her gaggle of plebians. So I disposed of them and let her off with a warning." "Hm. Very good then. We'll speak with their families and resolve this petty dispute with words if possible and with force if they persist. No big deal. How was the rest of your day?" "Uneventful." Noire summarized as she continued to sip her drink. "Oh really? Then who's that boy I smell all over you? Is it that Maxwell boy you've been following around?" Noire lowered her teacup. "I cannot slip anything past you can I?" "I'm your mother, dear, I know you better than anyone. Besides, I did the same when I was courting your father."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 22, 2023 22:24:36 GMT
"There you go. Are you feeling better now?" " Yes. This is always much better. Thank you, Noire." He growled out in a deep, coarse throaty, rasp like a dump truck of gravel unburdening its load. "You're welcome. You will never have to hide your face from us. You're fine just the way you are." She patted his arm and they walked across the garage to the elevator, pressed the button and waited for it to descend and open up. After which they walked inside and Noire pressed the button for the first floor. The doors closed leaving them inside of the empty darkly lit metal coffin ascending to the first floor while Dark Ambient Avant-Garde Horror Music played overhead. " If you don't mind me asking, Young Miss, why did you use toy spiders in the prank instead of real ones?" "I asked the spiders if they wanted to join in and when I mentioned they would be trapped in a locker, splashed out and covered in pig's blood they decided against it." " Spoilsports." "I don't blame them. The wait for her to open the locker would've been murder. Worth it but ever so boring." " Patience is a virtue, Young Miss, but a pragmatic approach is both rewarding and virtuous in its own right." "Whatever gets the best results. Regan could stand to learn the same." " Yes your cousin and her mother do so love to play with their food but they always manage to pull it off in the end." "To each their own. We have our approach and they have their own." She commented as the elevator rose up to the first floor and the doors opened up to reveal her mother standing in wait. She has a well-proportioned figure along with being very tall and slender with long black hair that extends past her waist with locks of hair that frame her face down to her chin and shows off her high forehead, dark eyes with long, voluminous eyelashes and pale skin. She has a narrow waist and a sizeable bosom. She was so hauntingly beautiful as to be ethereal. The type of dark beauty that simultaneously made you uneasy and drew you in without you knowing why. This dark beauty fittingly clad in a fancy black dress was her mother and the matriarch of the Nightshade Family. Aurore Moriarty Nightshade.
Noire bowed her head and curtsied. "Hello mother. I'm home." "Welcome home dear. Thank you so much for driving her, Solomon." " As always it is my pleasure Mistress." "You're sweet. Feel free to kick back and relax while I speak with my daughter." " Thank you, Mistress. If you require my services I will be in our library." He bowed and walked away to return to the Mansion's Grand Library to finish his reading of the Grand Scale Action/Adventure Epic Novel Shadows of Redemption: Blood Ties and Gunfire. "Of all of the bodies I've experimented on over the years he has so far been my greatest resurrective success." Aurore noted. "Come along now, daughter, I want to hear all about your blood prank and the fight you got into." "Ah? And how do you know about that part?" Noire questioned. "You may have washed your hands but the smell of teenagers blood is still all over you." Aurore informed her. "Protip? Try spraying your clothes down next time." "Ahhh of course. It must've slipped my mind because of how little concern they were to me. Anyway, sure, where would you like to talk? "Here's good." She sat down on a sofa and patted the seat for Noire to join her. Noire took a seat on the long mattress with her mother. She glanced down at the table and noticed the fancy Luminescent Lines Dreamglass Teacups filled with her Sânge Vital Drink. She raised a Teacup and drank from it. "Ahhh that's refreshing. Thank you Mother." "Of course dear."She responded and sipped her own drink. "Wonderful. It always tastes the best during quiet relaxing afternoons like this." She sighed with pleasure. "Now then, dear, why not tell me about your day? Starting with this strange girl you pranked earlier. Who is this Phoebe girl? You never mentioned her before. Is she a troublemaker?" "She's an annoying fly that needed to be swatted. A judgmental prejudiced prig with the brain of an unsalted walnut who repeatedly made a point to antagonize everyone with her boorish insults and inane ramblings. Normally I wouldn't care but she antagonized Moi and our family honor on more than one occasion." She sipped her drink before continuing. "Thus, since she wasn't listening to repeated warnings from everyone else, nor were Jade's spin kicks resolving the situation, I took it upon myself to talk Principal Seashore into a deal for him and the staff to leave me alone while I set up the blood bomb in her locker. Honestly, if this fails to resolve the situation then I'm just going to bury her and call it a day." Noire explained to her mother. "I see. It sounds like this Phoebe girl has some behavioral issues. I hope she finds the help she needs before we have to make her disappear." Aurore noted. "Moving right along, Noire, regarding this Jade girl. Is she the one you fought? Whatever caused such an altercation?" "Oh. That." Noire just shrugged. "Honestly she's a barely a blip on my radar. She disapproved of the Blood Bombing, despite her constant rude and dismissive behavior to other students, and got it in her head that she could start a fight with me over it. I ignored her of course but she persisted and took me into the bathroom for a fight with her gaggle of plebians. So I disposed of them and let her off with a warning." "Hm. Very good then. We'll speak with their families and resolve this petty dispute with words if possible and with force if they persist. No big deal. How was the rest of your day?" "Uneventful." Noire summarized as she continued to sip her drink. "Oh really? Then who's that boy I smell all over you? Is it that Maxwell boy you've been following around?" Noire lowered her teacup. "I cannot slip anything past you can I?" "I'm your mother, dear, I know you better than anyone. Besides, I did the same when I was courting your father." "That's heartwarming to know. Then I shall continue to pursue Maxwell until things either end or we take it to the next level." "Already thinking about the future. You're growing up so fast." Noire sipped her drink while her shadow wriggled and writhed at her feet. She spoke again after she lowered her cup. "You're right to be pleased, Mother, after all you created me." "And you are my finest achievement." Aurore complimented her daughter while rubbing and patting her head. Noire let her get a few pats and rubs in before she gently removed her hand. "Compliments appreciated, Mother. So where are my Siblings?" "Darcy is back in her laboratory as usual and Cain is in the library studying. Do say hello to them sooner rather than later won't you?" "Of course. Once I get settled back in again I'll go check in with them but right now I am going to go enjoy a nice bath and unwind. Will you needing anything else?" "No. Everything is fine. Have a nice time dear." "Oui." She finished her drink, set it down, hugged her mother and stood up and walked away to the stairs to begin her ascension up to her room. Backpack in hand she climbed up the staircase up to the second floor then she pivoted and climbed the next staircase up to the third floor where she begin walking the long, long, long hallways of their mansion past the horrifying dark and creepy paintings and doorways down the long winding pathway where she eventually turned left at the end to enter her room. - This wide open and circular bedroom had the same Darkness Gothic Aesthetic as the rest of the mansion so Noire felt right at home in it. The room had a few bookshelves and tables, dressers, a large walk-in closet, a television, a trophy shelf, a weapons wall, a few windows looking out over the outside and a connection to her own personal bathroom. She was home. Noire took her shoes off, placed them in the shoe shelf, strolled across the room, deposited her backpack on top of the bed and began to get changed for a long relaxing bath. -
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 23, 2023 0:11:41 GMT
Meanwhile, Vickie Bronson emerged from her own afternoon stress relieving bath, dried off, wrapped a robe around herself and walked out of the bath, around the corner and back into her room. Her parents were out working today and she unfortunately didn't have the energy for Karate Class tonight after the bizarre-ass day they just had. She'd send a message to the Sensei later but she needed to wind down right now. Fortunately the bath did a lot of the heavy lifting in that regard. So after she dried off a bit more she retrieved her computer, turned it on, logged in and sent her WebPal a message for a DigitalReality Chat. She only had a brief wait before she responded so Vickie logged onto the site, plugged in the thumb drive, put on her VR Headset and peaced out as she was swept away out of her body, through space, through the borders between reality and cyberspace and into the CyberSpace Chatroom where her Avatar Manifested in a Sci-Fi Meeting Room and she flopped on the couch. As Arya manifested across from her she noticed immediately from Vickie's body language that something was wrong. "Dang, girl, you look like you just ran a marathon. What happened today? Did something happen?" "Arya, honey, you would not believe the day I just had." Vickie said with a sigh.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 29, 2023 2:46:51 GMT
Meanwhile, Vickie Bronson emerged from her own afternoon stress relieving bath, dried off, wrapped a robe around herself and walked out of the bath, around the corner and back into her room. Her parents were out working today and she unfortunately didn't have the energy for Karate Class tonight after the bizarre-ass day they just had. She'd send a message to the Sensei later but she needed to wind down right now. Fortunately the bath did a lot of the heavy lifting in that regard. So after she dried off a bit more she retrieved her computer, turned it on, logged in and sent her WebPal a message for a DigitalReality Chat. She only had a brief wait before she responded so Vickie logged onto the site, plugged in the thumb drive, put on her VR Headset and peaced out as she was swept away out of her body, through space, through the borders between reality and cyberspace and into the CyberSpace Chatroom where her Avatar Manifested in a Sci-Fi Meeting Room and she flopped on the couch. As Arya manifested across from her she noticed immediately from Vickie's body language that something was wrong. "Dang, girl, you look like you just ran a marathon. What happened today? Did something happen?" "Arya, honey, you would not believe the day I just had." Vickie said with a sigh. "Ohhh sounds like it was a bad one." Arya sat down with her. "So talk to me girl. What happened?" Vickie reached up and tapped the air causing a few floating holograms with lists of food, refreshments, drinks and other items appearing in front of her. The food and drink were pointless of course, they weren't real, the taste was artificial, and they wouldn't fill your body IRL but right now Vickie needed one all the same. Vickie selected the drinks option, picked the shakes, picked a chocolate shake, and relaxed as it formed in her hand out of swirling binary data code. Vickie knew that you had to be careful not to go get too addicted/dependent on the fake taste of the fake food and drinks but she knew it would help put her mind at ease and calm her nerves for the story she was about to tell her. After taking a nice long sip of the VR Chocolate Shake she took a breather and looked back up at Arya. "Alright, so, all of the insanity started this morning with a bloody locker..." With that, Vickie told Arya about the bloody locker bombing, Noire being her usual creepy self, Maxwell bringing her into the group, Noire's fight with Jade's gang, the fact that now Jade's entire gang would be gunning for Noire, and finally riding home in a Funeral Limo driven by that weirdo in the Golden Mask. "So, yeah, been a bit of a day. Even by Tranquil High standards. I just feel like I'm staring at a Powder Keg about to be lighted." She took another sip of the drink as she let Arya take all this in before continuing. "Sooooo....any advice?" Arya considered everything she just heard from her. "Alright have you considered talking to The Principal?" "Seashore had the police scouring the hallways and investigating the lockers and the kids. If they didn't find any evidence or get a confession then she's just a suspect at best. Even if it's obvious that it's her they can't make a move without evidence. Even if the police question her again, and they probably have, unless they get a confession or evidence she's home free." "But, wait, what about the cameras? Shouldn't they have found something on those?" "Logically speaking they would have but we haven't exactly had a logical day. I can't imagine how she'd get around that but it's the only shot of finding the culprit." "Okay, I'll have to try and figure that out later, but, uhm, what about Jade? Have you tried talking to her?" "If this was Mean Girls, she'd be Regina. You can try talking to her but it would be in one ear and out the other. And then she'd bitch at you to your face and some more behind your back. She's not gonna listen. Especially after the asswhooping she got. Jade was practically swearing revenge on her way out and now she's called in her meat head muscle man." She rubbed her head. "I don't know what to do and I'm scared that someone is going to light that powder keg and something really bad is going to happen." "You don't think she'd..." Arya trailed off while gesturing but they both knew what she was suggesting. "I-I don't think so. I mean you never know just how crazy someone really is but I don't think Jade would do anything in public. The problem with that though is that still leaves the opportunity for her and her gang to try something crazy when Noire's alone." "Could she get a restraining order?" Arya suggested. Vickie sipped her drink. "Even if we suggested it, it's doubtful that Noire would consider the threat against her real enough to even bother with it. Like, I know I've talked about her before, but, Arya? Words alone cannot describe the amount of fucks she does not give. She's made it clear that her reaction is basically just 'Bring It On.'." She sighed. "Even if she did file one, it would have to go through in the first place and Jade wouldn't give a fuck anyway." "Hmmmm....alright, alright, so the easy options are out..." Arya got up and began pacing back and forth while ordering herself a VR MtnDew. She sipped it while figuring out what they could do until she suddenly stopped, sipped the drink and took it out. "...Huh." "Huh?" She smiled. "Huh." "A double-huh. You have an idea?" "Regina. You called her...Regina, right? More than once. She's an Alpha-Bitch! She's a prime example of an Alpha-Bitch! You know what they have? Beta-Bitches! Jade has Beta-Bitches, right?" "Oh yeah a whole great big posse of them...I get it!" She stood up. "Shit why didn't I think of that? The girls stabbed Regina in the back! So if I want to put a stop to this or at least slow her scheme down I need to talk to them!" She enjoyed her drink before continuing. "Ashley. I'll need to talk to her first. If I can get her on our side maybe I can get a different voice in Jade's ear that she miiight listen to or at least someone on the inside who can warn us before Jade does something crazy. Of course if the Delafontaine's do go crazy first then we're shit out of luck but at least it's something of a plan." "Good plan...but what about The Nightshades? What do we know about them?" "Just that they're rich and creepy. We barely know Noire and she caused this whole mess and rides in a Funeral Limo. If she's any indication then the rest of her family might be creepy AF." "Alright...alright....I'm having a brainstorm here." Arya told her with a smile. "Really? Great! What do you have?" "You're going to need to visit the Nightshade House."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 2, 2023 0:37:47 GMT
Meanwhile, Vickie Bronson emerged from her own afternoon stress relieving bath, dried off, wrapped a robe around herself and walked out of the bath, around the corner and back into her room. Her parents were out working today and she unfortunately didn't have the energy for Karate Class tonight after the bizarre-ass day they just had. She'd send a message to the Sensei later but she needed to wind down right now. Fortunately the bath did a lot of the heavy lifting in that regard. So after she dried off a bit more she retrieved her computer, turned it on, logged in and sent her WebPal a message for a DigitalReality Chat. She only had a brief wait before she responded so Vickie logged onto the site, plugged in the thumb drive, put on her VR Headset and peaced out as she was swept away out of her body, through space, through the borders between reality and cyberspace and into the CyberSpace Chatroom where her Avatar Manifested in a Sci-Fi Meeting Room and she flopped on the couch. As Arya manifested across from her she noticed immediately from Vickie's body language that something was wrong. "Dang, girl, you look like you just ran a marathon. What happened today? Did something happen?" "Arya, honey, you would not believe the day I just had." Vickie said with a sigh. "Ohhh sounds like it was a bad one." Arya sat down with her. "So talk to me girl. What happened?" Vickie reached up and tapped the air causing a few floating holograms with lists of food, refreshments, drinks and other items appearing in front of her. The food and drink were pointless of course, they weren't real, the taste was artificial, and they wouldn't fill your body IRL but right now Vickie needed one all the same. Vickie selected the drinks option, picked the shakes, picked a chocolate shake, and relaxed as it formed in her hand out of swirling binary data code. Vickie knew that you had to be careful not to go get too addicted/dependent on the fake taste of the fake food and drinks but she knew it would help put her mind at ease and calm her nerves for the story she was about to tell her. After taking a nice long sip of the VR Chocolate Shake she took a breather and looked back up at Arya. "Alright, so, all of the insanity started this morning with a bloody locker..." With that, Vickie told Arya about the bloody locker bombing, Noire being her usual creepy self, Maxwell bringing her into the group, Noire's fight with Jade's gang, the fact that now Jade's entire gang would be gunning for Noire, and finally riding home in a Funeral Limo driven by that weirdo in the Golden Mask. "So, yeah, been a bit of a day. Even by Tranquil High standards. I just feel like I'm staring at a Powder Keg about to be lighted." She took another sip of the drink as she let Arya take all this in before continuing. "Sooooo....any advice?" Arya considered everything she just heard from her. "Alright have you considered talking to The Principal?" "Seashore had the police scouring the hallways and investigating the lockers and the kids. If they didn't find any evidence or get a confession then she's just a suspect at best. Even if it's obvious that it's her they can't make a move without evidence. Even if the police question her again, and they probably have, unless they get a confession or evidence she's home free." "But, wait, what about the cameras? Shouldn't they have found something on those?" "Logically speaking they would have but we haven't exactly had a logical day. I can't imagine how she'd get around that but it's the only shot of finding the culprit." "Okay, I'll have to try and figure that out later, but, uhm, what about Jade? Have you tried talking to her?" "If this was Mean Girls, she'd be Regina. You can try talking to her but it would be in one ear and out the other. And then she'd bitch at you to your face and some more behind your back. She's not gonna listen. Especially after the asswhooping she got. Jade was practically swearing revenge on her way out and now she's called in her meat head muscle man." She rubbed her head. "I don't know what to do and I'm scared that someone is going to light that powder keg and something really bad is going to happen." "You don't think she'd..." Arya trailed off while gesturing but they both knew what she was suggesting. "I-I don't think so. I mean you never know just how crazy someone really is but I don't think Jade would do anything in public. The problem with that though is that still leaves the opportunity for her and her gang to try something crazy when Noire's alone." "Could she get a restraining order?" Arya suggested. Vickie sipped her drink. "Even if we suggested it, it's doubtful that Noire would consider the threat against her real enough to even bother with it. Like, I know I've talked about her before, but, Arya? Words alone cannot describe the amount of fucks she does not give. She's made it clear that her reaction is basically just 'Bring It On.'." She sighed. "Even if she did file one, it would have to go through in the first place and Jade wouldn't give a fuck anyway." "Hmmmm....alright, alright, so the easy options are out..." Arya got up and began pacing back and forth while ordering herself a VR MtnDew. She sipped it while figuring out what they could do until she suddenly stopped, sipped the drink and took it out. "...Huh." "Huh?" She smiled. "Huh." "A double-huh. You have an idea?" "Regina. You called her...Regina, right? More than once. She's an Alpha-Bitch! She's a prime example of an Alpha-Bitch! You know what they have? Beta-Bitches! Jade has Beta-Bitches, right?" "Oh yeah a whole great big posse of them...I get it!" She stood up. "Shit why didn't I think of that? The girls stabbed Regina in the back! So if I want to put a stop to this or at least slow her scheme down I need to talk to them!" She enjoyed her drink before continuing. "Ashley. I'll need to talk to her first. If I can get her on our side maybe I can get a different voice in Jade's ear that she miiight listen to or at least someone on the inside who can warn us before Jade does something crazy. Of course if the Delafontaine's do go crazy first then we're shit out of luck but at least it's something of a plan." "Good plan...but what about The Nightshades? What do we know about them?" "Just that they're rich and creepy. We barely know Noire and she caused this whole mess and rides in a Funeral Limo. If she's any indication then the rest of her family might be creepy AF." "Alright...alright....I'm having a brainstorm here." Arya told her with a smile. "Really? Great! What do you have?" "You're going to need to visit the Nightshade House." "Uhhhh....any plan that doesn't involve sending me alone into The Lion's Den?" She asked nervously. "It's our best option. You know Jade won't listen but they might. If you can just explain your position you may be able to convince her parents to convince Noire not to cause any problems. Then you can work on speaking with Ashley and get your many on the inside. Besides which, at least this way you can get a look at the inside of their house and meet the family so you'll have some intel on the family and what to expect from them. So far you've only met that Noire girl, right? Noire and her driver. You'll need to actually learn about the rest of the family before you can come up with a plan on how to make peace between them and the Delafontaine's." She explained and sipped her VR Drink. "Besides all of that though? You're not alone. You've got your homies, right? Your crew? Your friends? Talk to them about the plan you're making and come up with a plan to visit and speak with them together. Make it clear to people that you're going to visit them together. Get the word out about that. If people know about that, and the Nightshades know that they know, then there's....lets say a near zero percent chance of them killing you." " Near Zero?" Vickie asked incredulously. "To be fair I'm making guesses here. I don't know these guys. What do you want from theory alone?" "Zero, would be nice! These guys are creepy." "Well if you want to nick the problem in the bud before it gets out of control you'll need to make a move and face your fears eventually. Wouldn't it be better to do it early before a worse case scenario happens?" Vickie sipped her VR Drink while she considered her options for a bit but it all ultimately came down to the same conclusion: Arya was right. They'd have to face their fears, she would have to face her fears, and talk to them to hopefully convince both sides to make peace. "Okay, okay, yeah, you're right. It's all good. I'll get my friends on board and we'll do it together." "That's the spirit! There's strength in numbers, Vickie, and I promise you that your friends will have your back. It doesn't matter who you are, there's always going to be a limit to what you can do you alone, that's why we have friends and co-workers and allies to help us out with our problems." "Yeah girl. Alright, I'll give them a call later to meet up and make a plan together. You're a genius, Arya." "Just call me The Tactician." She saluted. "My girl." They clinked their glasses together and Vickie finally relaxed. "So, how about you, Arya? Come on, enough about me. Lets talk about you. How's your day been? Anything fun happen?"
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 5, 2023 1:26:47 GMT
"Ohhh sounds like it was a bad one." Arya sat down with her. "So talk to me girl. What happened?" Vickie reached up and tapped the air causing a few floating holograms with lists of food, refreshments, drinks and other items appearing in front of her. The food and drink were pointless of course, they weren't real, the taste was artificial, and they wouldn't fill your body IRL but right now Vickie needed one all the same. Vickie selected the drinks option, picked the shakes, picked a chocolate shake, and relaxed as it formed in her hand out of swirling binary data code. Vickie knew that you had to be careful not to go get too addicted/dependent on the fake taste of the fake food and drinks but she knew it would help put her mind at ease and calm her nerves for the story she was about to tell her. After taking a nice long sip of the VR Chocolate Shake she took a breather and looked back up at Arya. "Alright, so, all of the insanity started this morning with a bloody locker..." With that, Vickie told Arya about the bloody locker bombing, Noire being her usual creepy self, Maxwell bringing her into the group, Noire's fight with Jade's gang, the fact that now Jade's entire gang would be gunning for Noire, and finally riding home in a Funeral Limo driven by that weirdo in the Golden Mask. "So, yeah, been a bit of a day. Even by Tranquil High standards. I just feel like I'm staring at a Powder Keg about to be lighted." She took another sip of the drink as she let Arya take all this in before continuing. "Sooooo....any advice?" Arya considered everything she just heard from her. "Alright have you considered talking to The Principal?" "Seashore had the police scouring the hallways and investigating the lockers and the kids. If they didn't find any evidence or get a confession then she's just a suspect at best. Even if it's obvious that it's her they can't make a move without evidence. Even if the police question her again, and they probably have, unless they get a confession or evidence she's home free." "But, wait, what about the cameras? Shouldn't they have found something on those?" "Logically speaking they would have but we haven't exactly had a logical day. I can't imagine how she'd get around that but it's the only shot of finding the culprit." "Okay, I'll have to try and figure that out later, but, uhm, what about Jade? Have you tried talking to her?" "If this was Mean Girls, she'd be Regina. You can try talking to her but it would be in one ear and out the other. And then she'd bitch at you to your face and some more behind your back. She's not gonna listen. Especially after the asswhooping she got. Jade was practically swearing revenge on her way out and now she's called in her meat head muscle man." She rubbed her head. "I don't know what to do and I'm scared that someone is going to light that powder keg and something really bad is going to happen." "You don't think she'd..." Arya trailed off while gesturing but they both knew what she was suggesting. "I-I don't think so. I mean you never know just how crazy someone really is but I don't think Jade would do anything in public. The problem with that though is that still leaves the opportunity for her and her gang to try something crazy when Noire's alone." "Could she get a restraining order?" Arya suggested. Vickie sipped her drink. "Even if we suggested it, it's doubtful that Noire would consider the threat against her real enough to even bother with it. Like, I know I've talked about her before, but, Arya? Words alone cannot describe the amount of fucks she does not give. She's made it clear that her reaction is basically just 'Bring It On.'." She sighed. "Even if she did file one, it would have to go through in the first place and Jade wouldn't give a fuck anyway." "Hmmmm....alright, alright, so the easy options are out..." Arya got up and began pacing back and forth while ordering herself a VR MtnDew. She sipped it while figuring out what they could do until she suddenly stopped, sipped the drink and took it out. "...Huh." "Huh?" She smiled. "Huh." "A double-huh. You have an idea?" "Regina. You called her...Regina, right? More than once. She's an Alpha-Bitch! She's a prime example of an Alpha-Bitch! You know what they have? Beta-Bitches! Jade has Beta-Bitches, right?" "Oh yeah a whole great big posse of them...I get it!" She stood up. "Shit why didn't I think of that? The girls stabbed Regina in the back! So if I want to put a stop to this or at least slow her scheme down I need to talk to them!" She enjoyed her drink before continuing. "Ashley. I'll need to talk to her first. If I can get her on our side maybe I can get a different voice in Jade's ear that she miiight listen to or at least someone on the inside who can warn us before Jade does something crazy. Of course if the Delafontaine's do go crazy first then we're shit out of luck but at least it's something of a plan." "Good plan...but what about The Nightshades? What do we know about them?" "Just that they're rich and creepy. We barely know Noire and she caused this whole mess and rides in a Funeral Limo. If she's any indication then the rest of her family might be creepy AF." "Alright...alright....I'm having a brainstorm here." Arya told her with a smile. "Really? Great! What do you have?" "You're going to need to visit the Nightshade House." "Uhhhh....any plan that doesn't involve sending me alone into The Lion's Den?" She asked nervously. "It's our best option. You know Jade won't listen but they might. If you can just explain your position you may be able to convince her parents to convince Noire not to cause any problems. Then you can work on speaking with Ashley and get your many on the inside. Besides which, at least this way you can get a look at the inside of their house and meet the family so you'll have some intel on the family and what to expect from them. So far you've only met that Noire girl, right? Noire and her driver. You'll need to actually learn about the rest of the family before you can come up with a plan on how to make peace between them and the Delafontaine's." She explained and sipped her VR Drink. "Besides all of that though? You're not alone. You've got your homies, right? Your crew? Your friends? Talk to them about the plan you're making and come up with a plan to visit and speak with them together. Make it clear to people that you're going to visit them together. Get the word out about that. If people know about that, and the Nightshades know that they know, then there's....lets say a near zero percent chance of them killing you." " Near Zero?" Vickie asked incredulously. "To be fair I'm making guesses here. I don't know these guys. What do you want from theory alone?" "Zero, would be nice! These guys are creepy." "Well if you want to nick the problem in the bud before it gets out of control you'll need to make a move and face your fears eventually. Wouldn't it be better to do it early before a worse case scenario happens?" Vickie sipped her VR Drink while she considered her options for a bit but it all ultimately came down to the same conclusion: Arya was right. They'd have to face their fears, she would have to face her fears, and talk to them to hopefully convince both sides to make peace. "Okay, okay, yeah, you're right. It's all good. I'll get my friends on board and we'll do it together." "That's the spirit! There's strength in numbers, Vickie, and I promise you that your friends will have your back. It doesn't matter who you are, there's always going to be a limit to what you can do you alone, that's why we have friends and co-workers and allies to help us out with our problems." "Yeah girl. Alright, I'll give them a call later to meet up and make a plan together. You're a genius, Arya." "Just call me The Tactician." She saluted. "My girl." They clinked their glasses together and Vickie finally relaxed. "So, how about you, Arya? Come on, enough about me. Lets talk about you. How's your day been? Anything fun happen?" "Naaaahhhh. Sadly, Holly Hill High is comparatively drama free usually. Outside of the usual School antics not a lot ever happens in our corner of the world." Arya admitted. "Everybody's in their own clique and they keep to themselves." Arya admitted. "The biggest news we've got is the cheerleading captains got caught making out in the detention room again." "Again? How many times has it happened?" "Two that I know of. More if you believe the rumors." "Maaaaan! Your school sounds considerably saner than ours!" "You're not wrong." She admitted. "Nothing amazing happens here. Everything is ordinary." "...Can I move in with you?" Vickie pleaded. "When you're old enough to pay your half of the rent." She joked. "Sold, honey! We can scout apartments in the meantime." Vickie retorted. "That's the spirit. And hey, look on the bright side: At least you're not in one of those utterly loony schools from Riverdale or Cobra Kai!" "We have a Kung-Fu Goth Girl fighting Cheerleaders in the bathroom so the second one might not be too far off but I'll give you Riverdale. There is nothing, nothing, that can match the utter insanity of that series!" "200% made on drugs." The two shared laughs and jokes as Vickie relaxed and began to feel hopeful for the future again. Neither of them of course could've realized the scale of brutality looming over the horizon.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 5, 2023 1:56:00 GMT
Trevor Tyler Payne waited until the gate finally finished opening and then he drove on through and eventually reached The Delafontaine Mansion after a drive. He parked outside of it, got out of his ride, locked it and carried the bouquet of roses up to the door and knocked on it. Marie-Madeleine Vallée answered the door and smiled. "Hello Mister Payne. Jade's waiting for you in her room." "Thanks Marie. You're the best." "I know." He smiled and walked past her, wiping his feet on the rug as he did, and entered the Delafontaine's Luxurious Mansion. It always amazed him to be here, in 'The Red Zone' as he called it on account of the foreboding amount of ominous red carpeting, curtains and furniture. Red Dead Victor was a suitable nickname for her old man and Jade would one day inherit all of it. As would he on the day he married her and together they would take on the whole damn world. He took his time to enjoy the sights of the absolute palace she lived in on his way up to her room. Jade soon heard a knock on the door and she looked up. "Hello?" "Hey babe! How you feeling?" "T.T.! Come on in!" She responded excitedly. Trevor opened the door and was greeted with the sight of his girlfriend sitting in bed in her favorite bright pink pajamas with a face covered in bruises. She covered herself up with the blanket and hugged her knees to her chest. "Trevvy? Am I...am I...still beautiful to you?" He shut the door behind him and made a beeline to her bedside where Trevor handed her the roses and kissed his girlfriend's bruised face. "You still look like a rockstar, babe." "EEEEEEEE!" She grabbed the bouquet of roses in one hand and wrapped her arms around him. "You are the absolute BEST, Trevvy!" "No Jade. You are." He complimented as they embraced each other tightly for a bit before they parted and Trevor sat down on the bed next to her. "Now then. Lets discuss how we're going to kill the bitch who did this to you." "Ohhhh I've already got a plan in mind, boo-bear. You know that Cabin we're always partying in?" "The one in Forsard Timberland forest? Yeah, I know it. What about it?" She booped his nose. "That's where we are going to do it. We are going to wait until I recover and the heat dies down. Then we are going to send our homeboys out to grab that freak, beat her ass, deliver her to the cabin, and we are going to beat her ass even worse, until I decide I am satisfied...which...you know." She sneered. "That's gonna take a long ass time if I'm being real. Then, when we are done, we'll chop up whatever's left of her and bury that shit six feet under." Jade explained. " My God..." Trevor replied in quiet wide eyed astonishment before a big wide smile returned to his face. " I fucking love you!" "I love you!" "I love you!" " I LOVE YOU!" She dropped the roses and pulled him down to make out.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 12, 2023 21:33:50 GMT
Noire took a seat on the long mattress with her mother. She glanced down at the table and noticed the fancy Luminescent Lines Dreamglass Teacups filled with her Sânge Vital Drink. She raised a Teacup and drank from it. "Ahhh that's refreshing. Thank you Mother." "Of course dear."She responded and sipped her own drink. "Wonderful. It always tastes the best during quiet relaxing afternoons like this." She sighed with pleasure. "Now then, dear, why not tell me about your day? Starting with this strange girl you pranked earlier. Who is this Phoebe girl? You never mentioned her before. Is she a troublemaker?" "She's an annoying fly that needed to be swatted. A judgmental prejudiced prig with the brain of an unsalted walnut who repeatedly made a point to antagonize everyone with her boorish insults and inane ramblings. Normally I wouldn't care but she antagonized Moi and our family honor on more than one occasion." She sipped her drink before continuing. "Thus, since she wasn't listening to repeated warnings from everyone else, nor were Jade's spin kicks resolving the situation, I took it upon myself to talk Principal Seashore into a deal for him and the staff to leave me alone while I set up the blood bomb in her locker. Honestly, if this fails to resolve the situation then I'm just going to bury her and call it a day." Noire explained to her mother. "I see. It sounds like this Phoebe girl has some behavioral issues. I hope she finds the help she needs before we have to make her disappear." Aurore noted. "Moving right along, Noire, regarding this Jade girl. Is she the one you fought? Whatever caused such an altercation?" "Oh. That." Noire just shrugged. "Honestly she's a barely a blip on my radar. She disapproved of the Blood Bombing, despite her constant rude and dismissive behavior to other students, and got it in her head that she could start a fight with me over it. I ignored her of course but she persisted and took me into the bathroom for a fight with her gaggle of plebians. So I disposed of them and let her off with a warning." "Hm. Very good then. We'll speak with their families and resolve this petty dispute with words if possible and with force if they persist. No big deal. How was the rest of your day?" "Uneventful." Noire summarized as she continued to sip her drink. "Oh really? Then who's that boy I smell all over you? Is it that Maxwell boy you've been following around?" Noire lowered her teacup. "I cannot slip anything past you can I?" "I'm your mother, dear, I know you better than anyone. Besides, I did the same when I was courting your father." "That's heartwarming to know. Then I shall continue to pursue Maxwell until things either end or we take it to the next level." "Already thinking about the future. You're growing up so fast." Noire sipped her drink while her shadow wriggled and writhed at her feet. She spoke again after she lowered her cup. "You're right to be pleased, Mother, after all you created me." "And you are my finest achievement." Aurore complimented her daughter while rubbing and patting her head. Noire let her get a few pats and rubs in before she gently removed her hand. "Compliments appreciated, Mother. So where are my Siblings?" "Darcy is back in her laboratory as usual and Cain is in the library studying. Do say hello to them sooner rather than later won't you?" "Of course. Once I get settled back in again I'll go check in with them but right now I am going to go enjoy a nice bath and unwind. Will you needing anything else?" "No. Everything is fine. Have a nice time dear." "Oui." She finished her drink, set it down, hugged her mother and stood up and walked away to the stairs to begin her ascension up to her room. Backpack in hand she climbed up the staircase up to the second floor then she pivoted and climbed the next staircase up to the third floor where she begin walking the long, long, long hallways of their mansion past the horrifying dark and creepy paintings and doorways down the long winding pathway where she eventually turned left at the end to enter her room. - This wide open and circular bedroom had the same Darkness Gothic Aesthetic as the rest of the mansion so Noire felt right at home in it. The room had a few bookshelves and tables, dressers, a large walk-in closet, a television, a trophy shelf, a weapons wall, a few windows looking out over the outside and a connection to her own personal bathroom. She was home. Noire took her shoes off, placed them in the shoe shelf, strolled across the room, deposited her backpack on top of the bed and began to get changed for a long relaxing bath. - After finishing her boiling hot bath, drying off and exiting the bathroom she returned to her bedroom to get dressed in fresh clothes. No sooner had she finished dressed in her usual pitch black style than her door banged open and Cain barged into her room and threw a pair of ten inch long stainless steel knives at his sister's back but Noire turned around and caught the spinning knives out of the air and looked at her little brother with a dismissive look on her face. "Hello Cain." She greeted the young man with the short slicked back black hair, black t-shirt and black jeans. "Hello sister." The devious little devil child greeted politely. "How was your day?" "Decent. I had a little more fun there than usual today. Caused a panic, traumatized my fellow students, smote my enemies, it was fun." Noire summarized and threw the knives back at him but Cain dodged the knives, caught them, twirled them and attacked her again. "Aren't you lucky? I don't have any enemies left." He scoffed and swiped and stabbed at her while Noire dodged around him. "It's boring. Nobody picks a fight with me anymore." "You beat them too badly. I told you to drag it out so you wouldn't break your toys." Noire chided him while she continued dodging and circling around him. "Yeah but then they'd just get annoying and I'd have to smite them anyway." He reminded her and attacked with more ferocity and began mixing in spinning kicks and sweeps into his attacks but Noire just dodged him and stepped over his leg sweeps. "Think I should outsource it? Put out an ad?" "No. You don't want to seem desperate or they'll get the wrong idea." Noire informed him as she twirled away, grabbed his wrist and flipped him but Cain rolled with it, got back up and readied his knives again. "Besides, I have a hunch that your bloodlust will be sated soon." "Oh? Are you offering to become a blood fountain?" "Hardly. Even you aren't strong enough to kill me." Cain scoffed at that but let her continue. "However, I have a feeling that a stupid girl at my school is going to be making a grave mistake very soon that will lead to fresh meat offering themselves up to our family. You can sate yourself on them but be sure to leave enough for the others. Agreed?" "Now you're speaking my language." He reached back to put the knives back in his belt but he only put one in his belt, grabbed the other knife with his free hand and then he flicked his arm out and flung the knife at her again but Noire caught it out of the air once more. Cain just laughed. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll wait. But they better deliver." "We'll find out whenever they make their move." Noire told him and tossed the knife back to Cain and sat down on her bed now that their usual greeting ritual was out of the way. "Anyway, how was your day?" He shrugged and walked across the room to sit down next to her. "The usual. Nothing really interesting."
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 12, 2023 22:02:28 GMT
Something tells me these two and The Battosais would most definitely have stories to share!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 12, 2023 22:39:16 GMT
Something tells me these two and The Battosais would most definitely have stories to share! Ohhh so much!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 13, 2023 2:16:50 GMT
"That's heartwarming to know. Then I shall continue to pursue Maxwell until things either end or we take it to the next level." "Already thinking about the future. You're growing up so fast." Noire sipped her drink while her shadow wriggled and writhed at her feet. She spoke again after she lowered her cup. "You're right to be pleased, Mother, after all you created me." "And you are my finest achievement." Aurore complimented her daughter while rubbing and patting her head. Noire let her get a few pats and rubs in before she gently removed her hand. "Compliments appreciated, Mother. So where are my Siblings?" "Darcy is back in her laboratory as usual and Cain is in the library studying. Do say hello to them sooner rather than later won't you?" "Of course. Once I get settled back in again I'll go check in with them but right now I am going to go enjoy a nice bath and unwind. Will you needing anything else?" "No. Everything is fine. Have a nice time dear." "Oui." She finished her drink, set it down, hugged her mother and stood up and walked away to the stairs to begin her ascension up to her room. Backpack in hand she climbed up the staircase up to the second floor then she pivoted and climbed the next staircase up to the third floor where she begin walking the long, long, long hallways of their mansion past the horrifying dark and creepy paintings and doorways down the long winding pathway where she eventually turned left at the end to enter her room. - This wide open and circular bedroom had the same Darkness Gothic Aesthetic as the rest of the mansion so Noire felt right at home in it. The room had a few bookshelves and tables, dressers, a large walk-in closet, a television, a trophy shelf, a weapons wall, a few windows looking out over the outside and a connection to her own personal bathroom. She was home. Noire took her shoes off, placed them in the shoe shelf, strolled across the room, deposited her backpack on top of the bed and began to get changed for a long relaxing bath. - After finishing her boiling hot bath, drying off and exiting the bathroom she returned to her bedroom to get dressed in fresh clothes. No sooner had she finished dressed in her usual pitch black style than her door banged open and Cain barged into her room and threw a pair of ten inch long stainless steel knives at his sister's back but Noire turned around and caught the spinning knives out of the air and looked at her little brother with a dismissive look on her face. "Hello Cain." She greeted the young man with the short slicked back black hair, black t-shirt and black jeans. "Hello sister." The devious little devil child greeted politely. "How was your day?" "Decent. I had a little more fun there than usual today. Caused a panic, traumatized my fellow students, smote my enemies, it was fun." Noire summarized and threw the knives back at him but Cain dodged the knives, caught them, twirled them and attacked her again. "Aren't you lucky? I don't have any enemies left." He scoffed and swiped and stabbed at her while Noire dodged around him. "It's boring. Nobody picks a fight with me anymore." "You beat them too badly. I told you to drag it out so you wouldn't break your toys." Noire chided him while she continued dodging and circling around him. "Yeah but then they'd just get annoying and I'd have to smite them anyway." He reminded her and attacked with more ferocity and began mixing in spinning kicks and sweeps into his attacks but Noire just dodged him and stepped over his leg sweeps. "Think I should outsource it? Put out an ad?" "No. You don't want to seem desperate or they'll get the wrong idea." Noire informed him as she twirled away, grabbed his wrist and flipped him but Cain rolled with it, got back up and readied his knives again. "Besides, I have a hunch that your bloodlust will be sated soon." "Oh? Are you offering to become a blood fountain?" "Hardly. Even you aren't strong enough to kill me." Cain scoffed at that but let her continue. "However, I have a feeling that a stupid girl at my school is going to be making a grave mistake very soon that will lead to fresh meat offering themselves up to our family. You can sate yourself on them but be sure to leave enough for the others. Agreed?" "Now you're speaking my language." He reached back to put the knives back in his belt but he only put one in his belt, grabbed the other knife with his free hand and then he flicked his arm out and flung the knife at her again but Noire caught it out of the air once more. Cain just laughed. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll wait. But they better deliver." "We'll find out whenever they make their move." Noire told him and tossed the knife back to Cain and sat down on her bed now that their usual greeting ritual was out of the way. "Anyway, how was your day?" He shrugged and walked across the room to sit down next to her. "The usual. Nothing really interesting." "There's always next time." She told him. "Maybe. But what's this about a stupid girl anyway? Who'd you piss off this time?" "Oh just some foolish little girl who picked a fight with me today." Noire then proceeded to explain how her day went and Cain was laughing by the end. - "PFFFF-Bwwaaahahahahaaaa! That is hysterical Noire! You are a genius, Noire!" He relaxed and placed his head behind his head. "Il s'agit d'une réalisation tout à fait remarquable!" "The only real work was setting up the locker bomb. Jade's stupidity was her own fault. If she wants to continue this feud like everyone has been telling me she will then I will dispose of her." "Sounds like a plan." He sat up and hopped off of the bed. "Be sure to give me a call when the curtain rises would you? I could use the exercise." "If they come here then you can have a crack at them. Otherwise they're all mine." "Don't get greedy, Neo-Noir, save some for the rest of us." "Just try to keep up, rusted knife." He used his index finger to pull down the bottom lid of one eye while walking backwards and then he turned around to greet their ever loving blue haired, hairbun styled beautiful maid: Debra Ursula Temperance. Standing at attention with her hands behind her back. She was a serious minded and professional but kind hearted woman who had served the family dutifully for years since Mother brought her and The Trio on board to work for them. She preferred to wear a long sleeved black outfit with some blue lines, white gloves, a black apron with white frills at the top, a white bowtie on her neck and black glasses that covered her icey blue eyes. Black bows in her hair held her hairbuns. If you looked down you'd notice she also had fancy classy black shoes on. Debra was the textbook definition of classy as befitting a maid of The Nightshade Family. "Hello Young Master, Young Lady, tonight's dinner will be Beef Steaks Wellington with a side of Lemony Mussels with Cherry Tomatoes and Potatoes. Would you like me to get you anything in the meantime?" "I could use another glass of Sânge Vital, please and thank you." Noire informed her. "A Spinach Turnover for me please." Cain requested. "One Spinach Turnover and one glass of Sânge Vital. Excellent. I will have those right up for you after I check in with Darcy." She took a quick bow and then vanished into thin air. "Alright then. See you at dinner!" "I'll be there." Cain waved goodbye and walked out of her room and closed the door while Noire kicked her feet up and relaxed on her bed.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 13, 2023 3:08:15 GMT
NEX UP: DARCY NIGHTSHADE!
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