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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 22, 2023 4:13:47 GMT
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. Debra appeared in the sub-basement that Darcy had long since turned in her laboratory. If Noire was the living darkness, and Cain was a Slasher Villain in the making, then Darcy was The Mad Scientist of the trio. Which was saying something considering Lady Aurore's experiments. She liked Solomon but honestly he wasn't even the most terrifying of the Nightshade Family's creations. It was honestly inevitable that one of them would follow in their footsteps and Darcy was taking a lot of inspiration from her mother. Debra casually walked through the underground laboratory and took a look at her computers and chemicals and remnants of her experiments she kept in the glass cases and containers where she kept various fluids and creations. There was a noise at her feet and looked down as Darcy various robots either walked or rolled past her feet. She smiled and waved down at them and then she resumed walking to her designated Surgery Room. She heard the music inside getting louder as she drew ever closer. Once she reached it she peered through the window to see Darcy in the middle of sewing up a rather large body laying on a slab. Debra calmly and patiently waited for her to finish. She knew better than interrupt Darcy's work. So she just watched instead. As she observed her work however she noticed that several machines had been installed into the body, most notably in the head, even as they were covered up by her sewing the body back up. Once she finally finished her work she stood up and relaxed and removed her bloody gloves and mask and cap before turning right around and looking at Debra while adjusting her glasses. She snapped her fingers and the music turned off while she walked over to the door while sliding off her labcoat, discarding her bloody clothes and opening the surgery room door. This raven haired little demon child with the twin braided ponytails, icy cold stare that could match her sister's, and the mind of a mad genius was Darcy Nightshade. Most Likely To Become A Super-Villain. As if they weren't all in that category already. "Yes Debra? What is it?" ""Hello 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? Your siblings have already placed their orders." "You know? I could go for Protein Shake. Banana Flavor please." "Of course. Anything else?" "No. That will be sufficient." "Very good ma'am. If I may ask what exactly are you working on in there?" "Do you want to see it?" She asked Debra. Her eyes quickly lightning up as they always did when she got to talk about her experiments. "Please, come in, I've nailed it this time. This is the next step in my creations." Debra happily followed her into the surgery and got a better look at the freshly sewn up body she'd apparently Frankensteined together on the bloody slab. "So who was this guy?" "No one in particular. I borrowed the pieces from graveyards and morgues. It's fine. Now where'd I leave it?" She asked and darted around the room until she found what she was looking for. "Ahhhh there you are!" She smiled and lifted up a small handheld device that looked like a video game controller. Debra walked over to her and stood beside and Darcy pressed a button on and a loud humming noise emanated from her test subject and it briefly spasmed before settling down and then it slowly sat back up. The machinery inside of it whirring until it sat up straight. Darcy began working the controls and made the body shift in its position and then it got off of the table slab and stood up straight. "Ehhhh? Ehhhhhh? You like it? You like him? He's a Remote Controlled Zombie Puppet!" Darcy exclaimed excitedly. "I know he's not autonomous like Solomon, yet, but he's still a Prototype."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 24, 2023 2:11:13 GMT
"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. Debra appeared in the sub-basement that Darcy had long since turned in her laboratory. If Noire was the living darkness, and Cain was a Slasher Villain in the making, then Darcy was The Mad Scientist of the trio. Which was saying something considering Lady Aurore's experiments. She liked Solomon but honestly he wasn't even the most terrifying of the Nightshade Family's creations. It was honestly inevitable that one of them would follow in their footsteps and Darcy was taking a lot of inspiration from her mother. Debra casually walked through the underground laboratory and took a look at her computers and chemicals and remnants of her experiments she kept in the glass cases and containers where she kept various fluids and creations. There was a noise at her feet and looked down as Darcy various robots either walked or rolled past her feet. She smiled and waved down at them and then she resumed walking to her designated Surgery Room. She heard the music inside getting louder as she drew ever closer. Once she reached it she peered through the window to see Darcy in the middle of sewing up a rather large body laying on a slab. Debra calmly and patiently waited for her to finish. She knew better than interrupt Darcy's work. So she just watched instead. As she observed her work however she noticed that several machines had been installed into the body, most notably in the head, even as they were covered up by her sewing the body back up. Once she finally finished her work she stood up and relaxed and removed her bloody gloves and mask and cap before turning right around and looking at Debra while adjusting her glasses. She snapped her fingers and the music turned off while she walked over to the door while sliding off her labcoat, discarding her bloody clothes and opening the surgery room door. This raven haired little demon child with the twin braided ponytails, icy cold stare that could match her sister's, and the mind of a mad genius was Darcy Nightshade. Most Likely To Become A Super-Villain. As if they weren't all in that category already. "Yes Debra? What is it?" ""Hello 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? Your siblings have already placed their orders." "You know? I could go for Protein Shake. Banana Flavor please." "Of course. Anything else?" "No. That will be sufficient." "Very good ma'am. If I may ask what exactly are you working on in there?" "Do you want to see it?" She asked Debra. Her eyes quickly lightning up as they always did when she got to talk about her experiments. "Please, come in, I've nailed it this time. This is the next step in my creations." Debra happily followed her into the surgery and got a better look at the freshly sewn up body she'd apparently Frankensteined together on the bloody slab. "So who was this guy?" "No one in particular. I borrowed the pieces from graveyards and morgues. It's fine. Now where'd I leave it?" She asked and darted around the room until she found what she was looking for. "Ahhhh there you are!" She smiled and lifted up a small handheld device that looked like a video game controller. Debra walked over to her and stood beside and Darcy pressed a button on and a loud humming noise emanated from her test subject and it briefly spasmed before settling down and then it slowly sat back up. The machinery inside of it whirring until it sat up straight. Darcy began working the controls and made the body shift in its position and then it got off of the table slab and stood up straight. "Ehhhh? Ehhhhhh? You like it? You like him? He's a Remote Controlled Zombie Puppet!" Darcy exclaimed excitedly. "I know he's not autonomous like Solomon, yet, but he's still a Prototype." "It's fantastic work, Young Darcy, you did a splendid job with him." She complimented her. "Can he speak?" "Watch this. Speak Puppet! Say Hello!" "He-he-he...hell-lo. Hell-lo. Hell-lo. Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-lo. Hello." He stammered out in a gurgling gutteral voice. "Hmmm. Still needs some adjustments. That's enough Puppet! Quiet down!" The Zombie Puppet immediately shut up. "Anyway, lets see what else he can do." She played with the controller and made him walk a few feet ahead, made him turn around, made him walk forward, made him turn, made him walk forward, made him turn and made him walk forward, made him turn and made him walk back towards them where she made him turn around to face Debra and raise his arm and open his hand. Debra reached out and held his hand and shook his hand before letting go and returning her hands to behind her back. Darcy made the Puppet turn back around and sit back down on the slab and return to rest mode. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Darcy asked. "For a prototype I mean." "Fantastic work dear. Splendid work. I'm curious though: What is the endgame for these Meat Robots?" "Undead toys to play with and serve at my every beck and call. Besides, you guys could always use more helping hands around the house." "Oh. Splendid. But, if you can create all of this..." She gestured around the basement. "Why bother with Middle School? Surely with your talents you could be taking College Courses by now." "Oh I would be more than capable of handling them but College Classes go on for so long in the day that it would take time away from my experiments. Middle School lets out considerably earlier so I can come straight home, tear through the assignments, and come back down here for my real work." Darcy explained. "Noire keeps her grades up so the teachers will leave her alone and to make our parents proud. Cain keeps his grades up for our parents and to flex on the other kids. I keep mine up because they're easy and so I can get back to my real passions." "That makes sense. Thank you dear." Darcy turned off her controller and set it on a table and exited the room carrying the box with her bloody clothes. Upon exiting the surgery room she handed it to Debra who nodded and vanished and reappeared in front of Darcy's specially designed washing machine and she dropped them inside, emptied out a vial of blue chemicals into it, closed it and turned the machine on. Once it was done cleaning and sanitizing her clothes they would be immediately transferred to the connected dryer and cleaned further. Debra set the box on the machine and returned to Darcy's side and they began walking through the basement while talking to each other. "Your experiments are remarkable, Darcy, your family will be proud of you." "Thank you Debra." She replied with a sincere smile. "You're welcome dear. Will there be anything else?" Darcy's smile turned sinister. "Do you remember that plant I was experimenting with?" "The Sunflower? What about it?" "I finally hit a breakthrough with it. I'm not going to show it off yet, I'm waiting for the right time, but I think everyone's going to love it. It's going to be a surprise." "One of your infamous surprises?" "May it live in infamy." "Wonderful. I'll keep it our little secret until then. Will there be anything else?" "No. I think that's enough for now. Thank you Debra." "Of course dear. I'll have your drink right up." She took a bow and vanished again while Darcy returned to her experiments.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 30, 2023 2:20:52 GMT
Debra appeared in the sub-basement that Darcy had long since turned in her laboratory. If Noire was the living darkness, and Cain was a Slasher Villain in the making, then Darcy was The Mad Scientist of the trio. Which was saying something considering Lady Aurore's experiments. She liked Solomon but honestly he wasn't even the most terrifying of the Nightshade Family's creations. It was honestly inevitable that one of them would follow in their footsteps and Darcy was taking a lot of inspiration from her mother. Debra casually walked through the underground laboratory and took a look at her computers and chemicals and remnants of her experiments she kept in the glass cases and containers where she kept various fluids and creations. There was a noise at her feet and looked down as Darcy various robots either walked or rolled past her feet. She smiled and waved down at them and then she resumed walking to her designated Surgery Room. She heard the music inside getting louder as she drew ever closer. Once she reached it she peered through the window to see Darcy in the middle of sewing up a rather large body laying on a slab. Debra calmly and patiently waited for her to finish. She knew better than interrupt Darcy's work. So she just watched instead. As she observed her work however she noticed that several machines had been installed into the body, most notably in the head, even as they were covered up by her sewing the body back up. Once she finally finished her work she stood up and relaxed and removed her bloody gloves and mask and cap before turning right around and looking at Debra while adjusting her glasses. She snapped her fingers and the music turned off while she walked over to the door while sliding off her labcoat, discarding her bloody clothes and opening the surgery room door. This raven haired little demon child with the twin braided ponytails, icy cold stare that could match her sister's, and the mind of a mad genius was Darcy Nightshade. Most Likely To Become A Super-Villain. As if they weren't all in that category already. "Yes Debra? What is it?" ""Hello 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? Your siblings have already placed their orders." "You know? I could go for Protein Shake. Banana Flavor please." "Of course. Anything else?" "No. That will be sufficient." "Very good ma'am. If I may ask what exactly are you working on in there?" "Do you want to see it?" She asked Debra. Her eyes quickly lightning up as they always did when she got to talk about her experiments. "Please, come in, I've nailed it this time. This is the next step in my creations." Debra happily followed her into the surgery and got a better look at the freshly sewn up body she'd apparently Frankensteined together on the bloody slab. "So who was this guy?" "No one in particular. I borrowed the pieces from graveyards and morgues. It's fine. Now where'd I leave it?" She asked and darted around the room until she found what she was looking for. "Ahhhh there you are!" She smiled and lifted up a small handheld device that looked like a video game controller. Debra walked over to her and stood beside and Darcy pressed a button on and a loud humming noise emanated from her test subject and it briefly spasmed before settling down and then it slowly sat back up. The machinery inside of it whirring until it sat up straight. Darcy began working the controls and made the body shift in its position and then it got off of the table slab and stood up straight. "Ehhhh? Ehhhhhh? You like it? You like him? He's a Remote Controlled Zombie Puppet!" Darcy exclaimed excitedly. "I know he's not autonomous like Solomon, yet, but he's still a Prototype." "It's fantastic work, Young Darcy, you did a splendid job with him." She complimented her. "Can he speak?" "Watch this. Speak Puppet! Say Hello!" "He-he-he...hell-lo. Hell-lo. Hell-lo. Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-lo. Hello." He stammered out in a gurgling gutteral voice. "Hmmm. Still needs some adjustments. That's enough Puppet! Quiet down!" The Zombie Puppet immediately shut up. "Anyway, lets see what else he can do." She played with the controller and made him walk a few feet ahead, made him turn around, made him walk forward, made him turn, made him walk forward, made him turn and made him walk forward, made him turn and made him walk back towards them where she made him turn around to face Debra and raise his arm and open his hand. Debra reached out and held his hand and shook his hand before letting go and returning her hands to behind her back. Darcy made the Puppet turn back around and sit back down on the slab and return to rest mode. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Darcy asked. "For a prototype I mean." "Fantastic work dear. Splendid work. I'm curious though: What is the endgame for these Meat Robots?" "Undead toys to play with and serve at my every beck and call. Besides, you guys could always use more helping hands around the house." "Oh. Splendid. But, if you can create all of this..." She gestured around the basement. "Why bother with Middle School? Surely with your talents you could be taking College Courses by now." "Oh I would be more than capable of handling them but College Classes go on for so long in the day that it would take time away from my experiments. Middle School lets out considerably earlier so I can come straight home, tear through the assignments, and come back down here for my real work." Darcy explained. "Noire keeps her grades up so the teachers will leave her alone and to make our parents proud. Cain keeps his grades up for our parents and to flex on the other kids. I keep mine up because they're easy and so I can get back to my real passions." "That makes sense. Thank you dear." Darcy turned off her controller and set it on a table and exited the room carrying the box with her bloody clothes. Upon exiting the surgery room she handed it to Debra who nodded and vanished and reappeared in front of Darcy's specially designed washing machine and she dropped them inside, emptied out a vial of blue chemicals into it, closed it and turned the machine on. Once it was done cleaning and sanitizing her clothes they would be immediately transferred to the connected dryer and cleaned further. Debra set the box on the machine and returned to Darcy's side and they began walking through the basement while talking to each other. "Your experiments are remarkable, Darcy, your family will be proud of you." "Thank you Debra." She replied with a sincere smile. "You're welcome dear. Will there be anything else?" Darcy's smile turned sinister. "Do you remember that plant I was experimenting with?" "The Sunflower? What about it?" "I finally hit a breakthrough with it. I'm not going to show it off yet, I'm waiting for the right time, but I think everyone's going to love it. It's going to be a surprise." "One of your infamous surprises?" "May it live in infamy." "Wonderful. I'll keep it our little secret until then. Will there be anything else?" "No. I think that's enough for now. Thank you Debra." "Of course dear. I'll have your drink right up." She took a bow and vanished again while Darcy returned to her experiments. Debra re-appeared in the grand kitchen of the mansion where the others were hard at work prepping for dinner and she quickly joined them to prepare the children's requests. She was flanked by the beautiful blonde bombshell Bethany Francis, the fiery redhead Cecilia Dembele and the towering Elizabeth. Bethany was about the same height as Debra with Cecilia a bit taller than either of them but Elizabeth, being another of Lady Nightshade's creations, towered over all three of them and commanded authority and respect from the other three with her large powerful undead build. Bethany!Cecilia! Elizabeth!
"Welcome back Debra. So what the three treasure's requests?" Bethany asked her. "One Spinach Turnover for Cain, one glass of Sange Vital for Noire and one Banana Protein Shake for Darcy." "Understood. Alright! Cecilia: You prep the Spinach Turnover. Debra: You get the drinks. Bethany: Keep working with me on dinner. After Debra delivers the meals the four of us will get back to work together. Clear?" "Clear!" They saluted and got to work on the food and drinks right away.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Nov 24, 2023 23:28:39 GMT
"It's fantastic work, Young Darcy, you did a splendid job with him." She complimented her. "Can he speak?" "Watch this. Speak Puppet! Say Hello!" "He-he-he...hell-lo. Hell-lo. Hell-lo. Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-Hell-lo. Hello." He stammered out in a gurgling gutteral voice. "Hmmm. Still needs some adjustments. That's enough Puppet! Quiet down!" The Zombie Puppet immediately shut up. "Anyway, lets see what else he can do." She played with the controller and made him walk a few feet ahead, made him turn around, made him walk forward, made him turn, made him walk forward, made him turn and made him walk forward, made him turn and made him walk back towards them where she made him turn around to face Debra and raise his arm and open his hand. Debra reached out and held his hand and shook his hand before letting go and returning her hands to behind her back. Darcy made the Puppet turn back around and sit back down on the slab and return to rest mode. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Darcy asked. "For a prototype I mean." "Fantastic work dear. Splendid work. I'm curious though: What is the endgame for these Meat Robots?" "Undead toys to play with and serve at my every beck and call. Besides, you guys could always use more helping hands around the house." "Oh. Splendid. But, if you can create all of this..." She gestured around the basement. "Why bother with Middle School? Surely with your talents you could be taking College Courses by now." "Oh I would be more than capable of handling them but College Classes go on for so long in the day that it would take time away from my experiments. Middle School lets out considerably earlier so I can come straight home, tear through the assignments, and come back down here for my real work." Darcy explained. "Noire keeps her grades up so the teachers will leave her alone and to make our parents proud. Cain keeps his grades up for our parents and to flex on the other kids. I keep mine up because they're easy and so I can get back to my real passions." "That makes sense. Thank you dear." Darcy turned off her controller and set it on a table and exited the room carrying the box with her bloody clothes. Upon exiting the surgery room she handed it to Debra who nodded and vanished and reappeared in front of Darcy's specially designed washing machine and she dropped them inside, emptied out a vial of blue chemicals into it, closed it and turned the machine on. Once it was done cleaning and sanitizing her clothes they would be immediately transferred to the connected dryer and cleaned further. Debra set the box on the machine and returned to Darcy's side and they began walking through the basement while talking to each other. "Your experiments are remarkable, Darcy, your family will be proud of you." "Thank you Debra." She replied with a sincere smile. "You're welcome dear. Will there be anything else?" Darcy's smile turned sinister. "Do you remember that plant I was experimenting with?" "The Sunflower? What about it?" "I finally hit a breakthrough with it. I'm not going to show it off yet, I'm waiting for the right time, but I think everyone's going to love it. It's going to be a surprise." "One of your infamous surprises?" "May it live in infamy." "Wonderful. I'll keep it our little secret until then. Will there be anything else?" "No. I think that's enough for now. Thank you Debra." "Of course dear. I'll have your drink right up." She took a bow and vanished again while Darcy returned to her experiments. Debra re-appeared in the grand kitchen of the mansion where the others were hard at work prepping for dinner and she quickly joined them to prepare the children's requests. She was flanked by the beautiful blonde bombshell Bethany Francis, the fiery redhead Cecilia Dembele and the towering Elizabeth. Bethany was about the same height as Debra with Cecilia a bit taller than either of them but Elizabeth, being another of Lady Nightshade's creations, towered over all three of them and commanded authority and respect from the other three with her large powerful undead build. Bethany!Cecilia! Elizabeth!
"Welcome back Debra. So what the three treasure's requests?" Bethany asked her. "One Spinach Turnover for Cain, one glass of Sange Vital for Noire and one Banana Protein Shake for Darcy." "Understood. Alright! Cecilia: You prep the Spinach Turnover. Debra: You get the drinks. Bethany: Keep working with me on dinner. After Debra delivers the meals the four of us will get back to work together. Clear?" "Clear!" They saluted and got to work on the food and drinks right away. As they worked, Debra couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She was so skilled at her tasks, and she loved working alongside her fellow handmaidens. They were all unique in their own ways, and she cherished the bond they shared. They had all been through so much together, from the moment Lady Nightshade had recruited them from their former lives in that war torn hellhole and brought them on board to work as maids and protectors of the house under Elizabeth's guidance. She recalled the day she had first met them. They had all been brought to the mansion, their minds reeling from the sudden change in their lives. They had been given their new names, their new identities. At first, they had been terrified, but Lady Nightshade had seen something in them, something special. She had promised them power, glory, and a chance to make a difference in the world. And she had delivered on those promises. Now, they were a tight-knit group of women who had forged a bond that went beyond friendship. They were sisters, protectors, and confidantes. They had faced countless challenges together, from dealing with the various guests of the mansion to fending off unwanted attention from the outside world. And through it all, they had grown stronger, smarter, and more capable. As they worked on dinner, Debra couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what they had accomplished. They were more than just servants; they were The Nightshade's right hands in every sense of the word. And she was sure that Lady Nightshade's plans for them would only continue to grow and expand. She glanced over at Elizabeth, who was humming to herself as she chopped vegetables with practiced ease, and felt a surge of respect and admiration for their leader. Despite her undead nature, Elizabeth exuded warmth and kindness, always willing to listen and offer guidance when needed. Bethany was a powerhouse, capable of lifting entire carts of ingredients with ease and was the only one of them capable of rumbling with Elizabeth in a straight hand-to-hand match without relying on tricks like Debra and Cecilia. Her strength was matched only by her loyalty to the group. Then there was Cecilia, simultaneously the most ruthless of them all and the glue that held them all together. Her charm and wit made her the perfect person to handle any guest or situation that required delicacy and finesse but the moment she got the go-ahead she would flash fry their enemies into ashes. Finally, there was herself, Debra. She may not be as physically imposing as Bethany or as charismatic as Cecilia, but she was the most mobile of the group and capable of getting anywhere and everywhere, so long as she had been there before. It made travel and deliveries extraordinarily simple. She was the blade of the family. Capable of slaughtering their enemies quick and easy all through the mansion should it become necessary. They finished making the food and drinks and they were placed on a tray for Debra to deliver them. "Thanks ladies. I'll be right back after my deliveries." She bowed her head and vanished and re-appeared outside of Noire's room and knocked on it while holding the tray up perfectly with one hand. "You may enter." The door opened up and Debra walked inside to see Noire sitting on her bed and reading a book. "Thank you, Debra." She accepted the drink and placed it on a coaster on her dresser. "Of course ma'am. I will see you again at dinner." She replied and vanished again. Noire waited until the door closed itself before she flipped through her book until she reached the late middle of the book, slid open a cover, revealed a button and tapped it before closing it back up. One of the dressers slid to the side and the wall behind it opened up to reveal Noire's Private Room. Noire slid off of her bed, retrieved her teacup and coaster, and then she walked into the private room and the wall slid down behind her and the dresser slid back into place while a slot opened up in the dresser and a replacement book slid up to fill up the gap that she left after retrieving her book to hide the button to open it. Noire stepped into her hidden room and the lights turned on to reveal all of the pictures she'd been taking of Maxwell over the course of the past several weeks of him going about his daily life without him realizing it along with notes and details about his daily activities and schedules and where he liked to travel and hang out with his friends. Noire sat down in her chair and sighed contently as she looked at the pictures and then she began sipping her drink. Honestly, for as nice, sweet, and, relatively, intelligent he was in comparison to the rest of the drones trudging through the educational systems, Maxwell seemed to lack Danger Sense. She was able to pursue him from behind for all that time without him being able to sense her. Taking this into this account, Noire estimated a 90% chance of death if he was attacked by a Slasher from behind. She would have to train him in the future. If he was going to be her mate in the future, then she wanted to know that he could take care of himself. But planning for their future together was what this room was for. It was her thinking room. Darcy had her collection of Autopsy Photos. Cain had his collection of blades. Noire had her photos of Maxwell.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Nov 25, 2023 20:12:55 GMT
Debra re-appeared in the grand kitchen of the mansion where the others were hard at work prepping for dinner and she quickly joined them to prepare the children's requests. She was flanked by the beautiful blonde bombshell Bethany Francis, the fiery redhead Cecilia Dembele and the towering Elizabeth. Bethany was about the same height as Debra with Cecilia a bit taller than either of them but Elizabeth, being another of Lady Nightshade's creations, towered over all three of them and commanded authority and respect from the other three with her large powerful undead build. Bethany!Cecilia! Elizabeth!
"Welcome back Debra. So what the three treasure's requests?" Bethany asked her. "One Spinach Turnover for Cain, one glass of Sange Vital for Noire and one Banana Protein Shake for Darcy." "Understood. Alright! Cecilia: You prep the Spinach Turnover. Debra: You get the drinks. Bethany: Keep working with me on dinner. After Debra delivers the meals the four of us will get back to work together. Clear?" "Clear!" They saluted and got to work on the food and drinks right away. As they worked, Debra couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She was so skilled at her tasks, and she loved working alongside her fellow handmaidens. They were all unique in their own ways, and she cherished the bond they shared. They had all been through so much together, from the moment Lady Nightshade had recruited them from their former lives in that war torn hellhole and brought them on board to work as maids and protectors of the house under Elizabeth's guidance. She recalled the day she had first met them. They had all been brought to the mansion, their minds reeling from the sudden change in their lives. They had been given their new names, their new identities. At first, they had been terrified, but Lady Nightshade had seen something in them, something special. She had promised them power, glory, and a chance to make a difference in the world. And she had delivered on those promises. Now, they were a tight-knit group of women who had forged a bond that went beyond friendship. They were sisters, protectors, and confidantes. They had faced countless challenges together, from dealing with the various guests of the mansion to fending off unwanted attention from the outside world. And through it all, they had grown stronger, smarter, and more capable. As they worked on dinner, Debra couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what they had accomplished. They were more than just servants; they were The Nightshade's right hands in every sense of the word. And she was sure that Lady Nightshade's plans for them would only continue to grow and expand. She glanced over at Elizabeth, who was humming to herself as she chopped vegetables with practiced ease, and felt a surge of respect and admiration for their leader. Despite her undead nature, Elizabeth exuded warmth and kindness, always willing to listen and offer guidance when needed. Bethany was a powerhouse, capable of lifting entire carts of ingredients with ease and was the only one of them capable of rumbling with Elizabeth in a straight hand-to-hand match without relying on tricks like Debra and Cecilia. Her strength was matched only by her loyalty to the group. Then there was Cecilia, simultaneously the most ruthless of them all and the glue that held them all together. Her charm and wit made her the perfect person to handle any guest or situation that required delicacy and finesse but the moment she got the go-ahead she would flash fry their enemies into ashes. Finally, there was herself, Debra. She may not be as physically imposing as Bethany or as charismatic as Cecilia, but she was the most mobile of the group and capable of getting anywhere and everywhere, so long as she had been there before. It made travel and deliveries extraordinarily simple. She was the blade of the family. Capable of slaughtering their enemies quick and easy all through the mansion should it become necessary. They finished making the food and drinks and they were placed on a tray for Debra to deliver them. "Thanks ladies. I'll be right back after my deliveries." She bowed her head and vanished and re-appeared outside of Noire's room and knocked on it while holding the tray up perfectly with one hand. "You may enter." The door opened up and Debra walked inside to see Noire sitting on her bed and reading a book. "Thank you, Debra." She accepted the drink and placed it on a coaster on her dresser. "Of course ma'am. I will see you again at dinner." She replied and vanished again. Noire waited until the door closed itself before she flipped through her book until she reached the late middle of the book, slid open a cover, revealed a button and tapped it before closing it back up. One of the dressers slid to the side and the wall behind it opened up to reveal Noire's Private Room. Noire slid off of her bed, retrieved her teacup and coaster, and then she walked into the private room and the wall slid down behind her and the dresser slid back into place while a slot opened up in the dresser and a replacement book slid up to fill up the gap that she left after retrieving her book to hide the button to open it. Noire stepped into her hidden room and the lights turned on to reveal all of the pictures she'd been taking of Maxwell over the course of the past several weeks of him going about his daily life without him realizing it along with notes and details about his daily activities and schedules and where he liked to travel and hang out with his friends. Noire sat down in her chair and sighed contently as she looked at the pictures and then she began sipping her drink. Honestly, for as nice, sweet, and, relatively, intelligent he was in comparison to the rest of the drones trudging through the educational systems, Maxwell seemed to lack Danger Sense. She was able to pursue him from behind for all that time without him being able to sense her. Taking this into this account, Noire estimated a 90% chance of death if he was attacked by a Slasher from behind. She would have to train him in the future. If he was going to be her mate in the future, then she wanted to know that he could take care of himself. But planning for their future together was what this room was for. It was her thinking room. Darcy had her collection of Autopsy Photos. Cain had his collection of blades. Noire had her photos of Maxwell. Debra moved on and re-appeared in Cain's room. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings of skulls and crosses, and the black velvet and lace covered furniture looked as if it had been plucked straight from a Victorian funeral parlor. A large, four-poster bed dominated the space, its curtains billowing like dark clouds around it. its black wood gleaming like polished obsidian in the dim light. At the side of the bed, a tall mirror loomed like a dark portal, reflecting back the image of Raphael as he dreamt. Its frame was wrought iron, twisted into intricate knots and whorls that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. On either side of the bed, two towering bookshelves stretched up towards the ceiling, their tomes bound in leather and adorned with symbols of death and the arcane. Above, the ceiling soared high into the darkness, punctuated by intricate carvings of twisted gargoyles and ornate moldings that seemed to writhe and twist like living things. There were more than a few trophies decorating a shelf in the room for Sports and Martial Arts as well as a few hunting trophies. Like the others he had his own personal bathroom and his own personal room which he kept filled with knives, swords and blades. Cain himself was currently seated on the bed looking over his crossbow. "Hello, Cain, your Spinach Turnover as requested." Cain set aside the TenPoint Vengent S440 Crossbow and hopped off of his bed. "Right on time. You're the best, Debra, thanks a lot. I can't snipe my sister on an empty stomach after all." "You're welcome, sir, but are you going to try sniping her out with that?" "Guns just don't do it for me, no offense, I'm just more old school and crossbows are quieter anyway. Besides, with 440 FPS speeds and 166 Foot Lbs of kinetic energy, it should at least get the squid's attention." He explained while accepting the snack and walking over to his dresser to eat it. "Not like she'll be in any danger from it." "Alright then. Play nice children." Debra replied, knowing that this was just playtime for the Nightshade Children, and bowed her head and vanished. - She reappeared in Darchy's lab and strolled through it until she found her sitting at a desk going over her old notes and writing down new ones. "Your drink ma'am." "Thank you Debra. You can set it on the coaster." "Of course." She walked over and set down the Bananas Protein Shake down on the coaster. "Going over your puppet notes?" "Yeah, just looking them over and seeing what I need to improve upon." Darcy replied. "Definitely going to need to do some more work on the brain...." "Well, I'm sure you can do it dear. I believe in you." "Thanks Debra. Tell the others hello for me and I'll see you all at Dinner." "You're welcome, dear. I'll be sure to extend your gratitude to them and we'll see you then." She bowed out and vanished and re-appeared at the kitchen to resume her duties.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Nov 25, 2023 22:54:14 GMT
The other guys attempted to follow him inside but he raised his hand and stopped them. He wanted to speak with his girlfriend alone. Upon sitting down in the locker room he called up Jade. After a few tense rings she finally picked up. "Jade? Jade is that you baby? Are you okay?" He asked out of concern. "Unnnghhh...Trevv? Is that you? I'm kinda out of it right now." "Yeah, yeah, it's me. What's wrong baby? What happened? Did you really get hurt?" "Pffff...fuck, yeah, I did. I got my ass beat. That...that Psycho Goth Freak. We all did. She just...she just went psycho on us." "That Goddamn Freakshow. Okay, okay, you know what, babe? Baby? You stay down at home. You're at home right?" "Riiiight..." "You stay at home and sleep this off and get better okay? I'm gonna go bash her stupid brains in for this. She'll never be able to show her face to anyone again. She's gonna pay for this I promise!" He snarled into the phone. He was seething with rage and anger right now and fully prepared to go take it out on that freaky weirdo and literally throw her right out of the front door into the trash in a body bag but her response surprised him and caught him off guard so much he froze right up. " No." "Wh-what? Huh? Jade did you just say no? Honey, come on, you know I can tear her apart!" "I...I have no doubt about that. I'm not worried about that. I just don't want a public incident. Look I'm on painkillers right now, so I can't plan things out yet, and I'm barely awake, but I don't want a public incident. We'll do this right. Nice and quiet. Come on over after school and I'll hopefully be awake then...we'll plan this out. We'll plan it out right. Not like this morning with that Blood Locker. No...I want to do this right. Because I want blood, Trevor, I want blood. And you want blood. And Daddy wants blood. And we want blood. And we're going to get it, Trevor, we're going to get a lot of it. But we'll plan it out right Trevor so we can make them all pay at once. Understood?" A big wide smile showing too much teeth and gums spread across his face. "Oh I hear ya. Loud and clear, Princess, loud and clear. We'll wait until we've got this whole attack planned out. Then we'll make the freak family pay for what she did to you." "Gallons of blood, Trevvy, gallons of it. After this nobody is going to ever mess with us again." She whispered. "Ahhh fuck. I'm going to take a nap now. Just stick to the plan though, okay? Love you. Kisses." She hung up and went back to sleep. Still fuming over her brutal bathroom humiliation. "Love you too, baby." He hung up and returned outside to speak with his gang. "Alright! So here's the plan..." "So what, that's it? We're just gonna let her go? Gotch-Bitch beats up your girl and you're letting her walk?" "Look! As much as I want to twist her head off Jade has a good point. Starting a fight in public when the teacher's and police are here is a dumb idea. But she's also got a plan and I'm sure it's something downright devious. So I'm going to work with Jade on putting that together and we'll strike when the time is right. Nobody touches her until we give the All-Clear. I want you boys to hit the weights until then. Because when the time is right and we give the Go Signal? It won't just be Goth-IHOP that we pulverize. It'll be her whole entire Circus Freakshow Family. Do I make myself clear?" "YOU GOT IT!" "Good. Alright. Lets finish our break and relax for a bit. Then I'm going to have Coach put us through Maximum Effort." - Jade handed her phone back to her maid and rested back on the pillow. Marie-Madeleine Vallée accepted the phone and looked down on her in concern while placing it on the table. "Are you feeling any better, Lady Jade? Is there anything else I can get for you?" "mmmm....a parfait. Have a parfait ready for me when I wake up. Chee...Cheescake Berry and when Tyler shows up let him in." "Yes Ma'am. Of course." She bowed her head and turned and walked away. Jade stared her at her ass until she walked out of the room and she turned her head back and went back to sleep with a smile. - Marie exited the bedroom to find Victor Sinnett Delafontaine waiting for her. Dressed in fancy clothes as always and with a stern serious expression that could kill and stop your heart. His graying black hair was combed and slicked backwards and his moustache was as trim as ever. He's wearing a standard shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a trendy vest with 7 buttons, it has a very narrow v-line, which allows for a large portion of the top to remain visible, even if the suit's jacket is buttoned up. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It has a simple, but elegant blanket plaid pattern, giving the suit a dignified and elegant look. The 4 buttons of his double breasted jacket are all buttoned up, it's the best way to wear a jacket like this after all. The jacket is longer at the back, it has a vent at the back, there's a pocket on either side and there's a breast pocket which holds his sunglasses. He's wearing pants which have a different style than the jacket, but they complement each other perfectly and they perfectly complement his shoes. He's wearing a fancy pair of shortwing bluchers. This was Victor Delafontaine. A man who was a Crime Boss in all but name. He walked up to her. "Tell me: How is my daughter feeling?" "She's still tired sir. We'll do everything we can for her but she'll likely sleep through the day. Her injuries are not serious however and I think she'll recover just fine with proper time and rest. If I may speak freely, Sir, I think the simplest option would be to simply sue them." "Tempting but I don't wish to see my daughter paraded around like a circus act and it would take too much time and money anyway for something that isn't even a guarantee." He responded. "No. I have better methods of dealing with pests like this. Continue looking after my daughter and tend to her needs." "Yes Sir. Of course." He turned on his foot and strolled back down the hallway through the fancy, classy, opulent mansion with the blood red carpeting and walls that made it look like the sight of a bloodbath or a massacre. Very fitting considering Victor's terrifying temperament and his often brutal solutions to troublemakers. Victor walked into the Foyer and poured himself a wine glass and was soon joined by his Twin Mistresses Jayla & Kayla Baxter dressed in their matching fancy blue dresses. The dresses leave the tops of their shoulders uncovered but does cover the sides and flows into beautiful draped necklines. They're comfortable fits which makes the dresses both enjoyable to wear and look at. The sleeves are simple yet elegant. A perfect combination of grace and style. The dresses waists are broad but comfortable. Cloth ribbons have been wrapped around them and are tied to one side. Below the waist the dresses widen and have sundress styles. The dresses reach all the way down, almost covering their feet and are the same length all around. The beautiful twins walked up to him and sat down next to him as he took a seat on a sofa. Victor took a long sip from his drink, handed it to Jayla and she set it aside on a coaster and he relaxed as the twins rubbed on his chest. "Awwww I'm so sorry to hear about Jade getting hurt, Vicky!" Jayla cooed to him. "You want to have her arrested? It would only take a phone call after and she wouldn't make it out of there." Kayla suggested. "I appreciate the concern Jayla and I love the idea Kayla but I feel like this is a Family Matter. So Family should deal with it, don't you think?" He smiled and lowered his arms and placed his hands on them. "We'll give Solomon a call and tell him to get his Crows ready. I know my daughter very well so I can guess as to what Jade's plan will entail...so I'll let my son dispose of Noire's family in the meantime." He chuckled alongside them. "By the time this whole affair is resolved? The Nightshade's Mansion will be painted redder than ours and then we'll burn it to the ground." The Crow's Nest. A large, wide open and expansive warehouse belonging to The Blood Crow's Gang lead by Solomon Delafontaine was used as one of their main hideouts and filled with his thugs, weapons, and his beloved hellhound Alyson 'The Serpent' Armiger who was currently sitting next to him. Solomon was currently relaxing in his chair with his feet up on the table. Black leather pants and a black leather black feathered collor jacket on leaving his muscular chiseled torso and abs exposed without a care in the world. His eyes were closed behind his sunglasses as he casually relaxed. Tranquility was a quiet and easy city to run from the shadows and he and The Crows could annihilate anyone who dared to mess with him and his family and then vanish right back into the shadows. The Blood Crows were the kings here and he had no problem skinning anybody who forgot it. Alyson was relaxing next to him in her black jeans and white t-shirt while examining her knife until she heard her phone ringing and she grabbed it up. "Hello? Serpent speaking." She paused as she listened in. "Got it. Hey babe! Babe? It's the geezer." He held his hand out and she placed the phone into his hand and kissed his magnificently chiseled face and then he raised it up to his ear. "Hello old man. What do you need?" "Hello Solomon. I have a job for you. You see, a troublemaker recently violently attacked your sister and her friends and left her injured. I would like you to go punish her family for her transgressions." "Who's the target?" "Are you familiar with The Nightshade Family?" Solomon paused before answering. "Now that you mention it, we'd been considering hitting that place for a while now. They're that weird-ass Goth Family, right? Wait, wait, hold on! Does that mean what I think it means?" He asked as he cracked up. "Did seriously get her ass beat by some Goth Kid?" He asked while laughing into the phone. "...In a manner of speaking. Now, can you do it or not?" "Alright, but it's going to cost you, Old Man. Family might get a discount but there's still a cost and we'll be keeping whatever we take from there." "That's fine. This should be a quick and easy job for you so I'll give you "$10,000,000.00. Five now and then another five upon completion of the job." "Fair enough for an easy job like this. Give us some time, we're going to need to case the place and prepare properly first before we swoop in and strike." "Understandable. Take your time. Once Jade's own preparations are finished and prepared we'll strike and wipe them all out at once." "Sounds good to me. I'll see you soon geezer." He hung up and put his feet down and stood up. "Alright look alive everyone! We've got a new job lined up!"
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Dec 9, 2023 18:31:13 GMT
As they worked, Debra couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She was so skilled at her tasks, and she loved working alongside her fellow handmaidens. They were all unique in their own ways, and she cherished the bond they shared. They had all been through so much together, from the moment Lady Nightshade had recruited them from their former lives in that war torn hellhole and brought them on board to work as maids and protectors of the house under Elizabeth's guidance. She recalled the day she had first met them. They had all been brought to the mansion, their minds reeling from the sudden change in their lives. They had been given their new names, their new identities. At first, they had been terrified, but Lady Nightshade had seen something in them, something special. She had promised them power, glory, and a chance to make a difference in the world. And she had delivered on those promises. Now, they were a tight-knit group of women who had forged a bond that went beyond friendship. They were sisters, protectors, and confidantes. They had faced countless challenges together, from dealing with the various guests of the mansion to fending off unwanted attention from the outside world. And through it all, they had grown stronger, smarter, and more capable. As they worked on dinner, Debra couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what they had accomplished. They were more than just servants; they were The Nightshade's right hands in every sense of the word. And she was sure that Lady Nightshade's plans for them would only continue to grow and expand. She glanced over at Elizabeth, who was humming to herself as she chopped vegetables with practiced ease, and felt a surge of respect and admiration for their leader. Despite her undead nature, Elizabeth exuded warmth and kindness, always willing to listen and offer guidance when needed. Bethany was a powerhouse, capable of lifting entire carts of ingredients with ease and was the only one of them capable of rumbling with Elizabeth in a straight hand-to-hand match without relying on tricks like Debra and Cecilia. Her strength was matched only by her loyalty to the group. Then there was Cecilia, simultaneously the most ruthless of them all and the glue that held them all together. Her charm and wit made her the perfect person to handle any guest or situation that required delicacy and finesse but the moment she got the go-ahead she would flash fry their enemies into ashes. Finally, there was herself, Debra. She may not be as physically imposing as Bethany or as charismatic as Cecilia, but she was the most mobile of the group and capable of getting anywhere and everywhere, so long as she had been there before. It made travel and deliveries extraordinarily simple. She was the blade of the family. Capable of slaughtering their enemies quick and easy all through the mansion should it become necessary. They finished making the food and drinks and they were placed on a tray for Debra to deliver them. "Thanks ladies. I'll be right back after my deliveries." She bowed her head and vanished and re-appeared outside of Noire's room and knocked on it while holding the tray up perfectly with one hand. "You may enter." The door opened up and Debra walked inside to see Noire sitting on her bed and reading a book. "Thank you, Debra." She accepted the drink and placed it on a coaster on her dresser. "Of course ma'am. I will see you again at dinner." She replied and vanished again. Noire waited until the door closed itself before she flipped through her book until she reached the late middle of the book, slid open a cover, revealed a button and tapped it before closing it back up. One of the dressers slid to the side and the wall behind it opened up to reveal Noire's Private Room. Noire slid off of her bed, retrieved her teacup and coaster, and then she walked into the private room and the wall slid down behind her and the dresser slid back into place while a slot opened up in the dresser and a replacement book slid up to fill up the gap that she left after retrieving her book to hide the button to open it. Noire stepped into her hidden room and the lights turned on to reveal all of the pictures she'd been taking of Maxwell over the course of the past several weeks of him going about his daily life without him realizing it along with notes and details about his daily activities and schedules and where he liked to travel and hang out with his friends. Noire sat down in her chair and sighed contently as she looked at the pictures and then she began sipping her drink. Honestly, for as nice, sweet, and, relatively, intelligent he was in comparison to the rest of the drones trudging through the educational systems, Maxwell seemed to lack Danger Sense. She was able to pursue him from behind for all that time without him being able to sense her. Taking this into this account, Noire estimated a 90% chance of death if he was attacked by a Slasher from behind. She would have to train him in the future. If he was going to be her mate in the future, then she wanted to know that he could take care of himself. But planning for their future together was what this room was for. It was her thinking room. Darcy had her collection of Autopsy Photos. Cain had his collection of blades. Noire had her photos of Maxwell. Debra moved on and re-appeared in Cain's room. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings of skulls and crosses, and the black velvet and lace covered furniture looked as if it had been plucked straight from a Victorian funeral parlor. A large, four-poster bed dominated the space, its curtains billowing like dark clouds around it. its black wood gleaming like polished obsidian in the dim light. At the side of the bed, a tall mirror loomed like a dark portal, reflecting back the image of Raphael as he dreamt. Its frame was wrought iron, twisted into intricate knots and whorls that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. On either side of the bed, two towering bookshelves stretched up towards the ceiling, their tomes bound in leather and adorned with symbols of death and the arcane. Above, the ceiling soared high into the darkness, punctuated by intricate carvings of twisted gargoyles and ornate moldings that seemed to writhe and twist like living things. There were more than a few trophies decorating a shelf in the room for Sports and Martial Arts as well as a few hunting trophies. Like the others he had his own personal bathroom and his own personal room which he kept filled with knives, swords and blades. Cain himself was currently seated on the bed looking over his crossbow. "Hello, Cain, your Spinach Turnover as requested." Cain set aside the TenPoint Vengent S440 Crossbow and hopped off of his bed. "Right on time. You're the best, Debra, thanks a lot. I can't snipe my sister on an empty stomach after all." "You're welcome, sir, but are you going to try sniping her out with that?" "Guns just don't do it for me, no offense, I'm just more old school and crossbows are quieter anyway. Besides, with 440 FPS speeds and 166 Foot Lbs of kinetic energy, it should at least get the squid's attention." He explained while accepting the snack and walking over to his dresser to eat it. "Not like she'll be in any danger from it." "Alright then. Play nice children." Debra replied, knowing that this was just playtime for the Nightshade Children, and bowed her head and vanished. - She reappeared in Darchy's lab and strolled through it until she found her sitting at a desk going over her old notes and writing down new ones. "Your drink ma'am." "Thank you Debra. You can set it on the coaster." "Of course." She walked over and set down the Bananas Protein Shake down on the coaster. "Going over your puppet notes?" "Yeah, just looking them over and seeing what I need to improve upon." Darcy replied. "Definitely going to need to do some more work on the brain...." "Well, I'm sure you can do it dear. I believe in you." "Thanks Debra. Tell the others hello for me and I'll see you all at Dinner." "You're welcome, dear. I'll be sure to extend your gratitude to them and we'll see you then." She bowed out and vanished and re-appeared at the kitchen to resume her duties. A fancy high class sleek pitch black car drove down the road, racing through the city streets while the city sprang to life around it. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city came alive with a vibrant energy that was unlike any other time of day. The neon lights of the bars and clubs flickered to life, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the darkening sky. People spilled out onto the streets, laughing and chatting as they made their way from one hotspot to another. The air was filled with the hum of music and the scent of food from street vendors, tempting passersby with delicious treats. People flowed in and out of bars, clubs, and restaurants, each one eager to experience their own unique slice of the city's nightlife. The streets were adorned with twinkling lights, and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. This was the moment when the beautiful city nightlife began, an enchanting spectacle that would captivate all who dared to venture into its whimsical embrace. The car's sole inhabitant was a devilishly handsome gentleman with piercing blue eyes, jet black hair, impeccable charm and warm smile that could make even the most reserved of ladies swoon was Donovan Nightshade. The Patriarch Of The Deadly Nightshade Family. Donovan was renowned for his cunning wit and quick thinking, but what truly set him apart was his extraordinary creativity. He saw the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, always pushing the boundaries of what was deemed conventional. This gift allowed him to achieve remarkable feats that others could only dream of. It was this boundless creativity, charm and wit along with his various other talents that had ended up wooing his beloved wife and building their beautiful life together here in Tranquility. Three little devils, a big beautiful house, and their friendly house staff all living together in peace with their excellent neighbors in this fair city. He was living the high life here and he wouldn't trade it for anything. He continued speeding down the street, keeping in mind the speed limits and traffic rules, while humming to himself as he drove onward to his house to meet with his beloved wife and family. Finally, at long last, he returned home and parked his car. Solomon was waiting outside to drive it into the garage so Donovan stepped out of the car and handed the keys to his old friend and shook his hand. "Thanks, Solomon, have you had a good day?" "Yes Sir, Thank You." "Anytime." He walked away up to the front door while whistling to himself and pulling down on the collar of his suit. He reached the door and walked right inside. He barely got through the door when Aurore grabbed him, pulled him down and sank her fangs into his neck. There was a moment of sharp pain and he could feel his blood rushing out of him, sending an unintentional shiver down his spine while a spark of electricity ran through his body, leaving him breathless as her fangs dug into his flesh. "I guess I kept you waiting, huh? Sorry about that, beloved." She pulled back and she gasped at the rush of excitement running through her body. The taste was incredible, the greatest in the world even after all these years, his blood dancing on her tongue with a life of its own. Her tongue sensually and slowly slid around her lips while she shoved him against a wall. Donovan laughed as his bite marks healed. "I'll take that as a yes." "Ohh, Donovan, my Eternal Love, I missed you so much. The days just seem too long when you aren't here with me." "Rest assured, Aurore, my Angel Of The Night, I feel the same way every day." Then he pulled his loving wife into a passionate kiss. Aurore was a creature of the night, her porcelain skin illuminated by the moon's gentle touch, and Donovan was an Eternal, an Immortal Human who would walk the Earth forever more, their legendary love a tale told throughout the ages, inspiring generations of immortals to seek out true love and cherish it forevermore, and it was through their Union they birthed some wonderful children and would craft Noire for a third child. As dangerous as The Family were, their love for each other was immortal, eternal and everlasting.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jan 27, 2024 18:36:50 GMT
Debra moved on and re-appeared in Cain's room. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings of skulls and crosses, and the black velvet and lace covered furniture looked as if it had been plucked straight from a Victorian funeral parlor. A large, four-poster bed dominated the space, its curtains billowing like dark clouds around it. its black wood gleaming like polished obsidian in the dim light. At the side of the bed, a tall mirror loomed like a dark portal, reflecting back the image of Raphael as he dreamt. Its frame was wrought iron, twisted into intricate knots and whorls that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. On either side of the bed, two towering bookshelves stretched up towards the ceiling, their tomes bound in leather and adorned with symbols of death and the arcane. Above, the ceiling soared high into the darkness, punctuated by intricate carvings of twisted gargoyles and ornate moldings that seemed to writhe and twist like living things. There were more than a few trophies decorating a shelf in the room for Sports and Martial Arts as well as a few hunting trophies. Like the others he had his own personal bathroom and his own personal room which he kept filled with knives, swords and blades. Cain himself was currently seated on the bed looking over his crossbow. "Hello, Cain, your Spinach Turnover as requested." Cain set aside the TenPoint Vengent S440 Crossbow and hopped off of his bed. "Right on time. You're the best, Debra, thanks a lot. I can't snipe my sister on an empty stomach after all." "You're welcome, sir, but are you going to try sniping her out with that?" "Guns just don't do it for me, no offense, I'm just more old school and crossbows are quieter anyway. Besides, with 440 FPS speeds and 166 Foot Lbs of kinetic energy, it should at least get the squid's attention." He explained while accepting the snack and walking over to his dresser to eat it. "Not like she'll be in any danger from it." "Alright then. Play nice children." Debra replied, knowing that this was just playtime for the Nightshade Children, and bowed her head and vanished. - She reappeared in Darchy's lab and strolled through it until she found her sitting at a desk going over her old notes and writing down new ones. "Your drink ma'am." "Thank you Debra. You can set it on the coaster." "Of course." She walked over and set down the Bananas Protein Shake down on the coaster. "Going over your puppet notes?" "Yeah, just looking them over and seeing what I need to improve upon." Darcy replied. "Definitely going to need to do some more work on the brain...." "Well, I'm sure you can do it dear. I believe in you." "Thanks Debra. Tell the others hello for me and I'll see you all at Dinner." "You're welcome, dear. I'll be sure to extend your gratitude to them and we'll see you then." She bowed out and vanished and re-appeared at the kitchen to resume her duties. A fancy high class sleek pitch black car drove down the road, racing through the city streets while the city sprang to life around it. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city came alive with a vibrant energy that was unlike any other time of day. The neon lights of the bars and clubs flickered to life, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the darkening sky. People spilled out onto the streets, laughing and chatting as they made their way from one hotspot to another. The air was filled with the hum of music and the scent of food from street vendors, tempting passersby with delicious treats. People flowed in and out of bars, clubs, and restaurants, each one eager to experience their own unique slice of the city's nightlife. The streets were adorned with twinkling lights, and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. This was the moment when the beautiful city nightlife began, an enchanting spectacle that would captivate all who dared to venture into its whimsical embrace. The car's sole inhabitant was a devilishly handsome gentleman with piercing blue eyes, jet black hair, impeccable charm and warm smile that could make even the most reserved of ladies swoon was Donovan Nightshade. The Patriarch Of The Deadly Nightshade Family. Donovan was renowned for his cunning wit and quick thinking, but what truly set him apart was his extraordinary creativity. He saw the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, always pushing the boundaries of what was deemed conventional. This gift allowed him to achieve remarkable feats that others could only dream of. It was this boundless creativity, charm and wit along with his various other talents that had ended up wooing his beloved wife and building their beautiful life together here in Tranquility. Three little devils, a big beautiful house, and their friendly house staff all living together in peace with their excellent neighbors in this fair city. He was living the high life here and he wouldn't trade it for anything. He continued speeding down the street, keeping in mind the speed limits and traffic rules, while humming to himself as he drove onward to his house to meet with his beloved wife and family. Finally, at long last, he returned home and parked his car. Solomon was waiting outside to drive it into the garage so Donovan stepped out of the car and handed the keys to his old friend and shook his hand. "Thanks, Solomon, have you had a good day?" "Yes Sir, Thank You." "Anytime." He walked away up to the front door while whistling to himself and pulling down on the collar of his suit. He reached the door and walked right inside. He barely got through the door when Aurore grabbed him, pulled him down and sank her fangs into his neck. There was a moment of sharp pain and he could feel his blood rushing out of him, sending an unintentional shiver down his spine while a spark of electricity ran through his body, leaving him breathless as her fangs dug into his flesh. "I guess I kept you waiting, huh? Sorry about that, beloved." She pulled back and she gasped at the rush of excitement running through her body. The taste was incredible, the greatest in the world even after all these years, his blood dancing on her tongue with a life of its own. Her tongue sensually and slowly slid around her lips while she shoved him against a wall. Donovan laughed as his bite marks healed. "I'll take that as a yes." "Ohh, Donovan, my Eternal Love, I missed you so much. The days just seem too long when you aren't here with me." "Rest assured, Aurore, my Angel Of The Night, I feel the same way every day." Then he pulled his loving wife into a passionate kiss. Aurore was a creature of the night, her porcelain skin illuminated by the moon's gentle touch, and Donovan was an Eternal, an Immortal Human who would walk the Earth forever more, their legendary love a tale told throughout the ages, inspiring generations of immortals to seek out true love and cherish it forevermore, and it was through their Union they birthed some wonderful children and would craft Noire for a third child. As dangerous as The Family were, their love for each other was immortal, eternal and everlasting. "I see you've returned. Welcome home, Father." Noire greeted from the top of the stairs. "Ahhhh, Noire! My little Eldritch! How are you my beloved little Kraken? Did you have fun at school?" Donovan called up to her. "How's that boy you've been stalking?" "He's doing well. He got into an altercation with a wrestler but he apparently held his own. He's an impressive young man, for a human, but then, it's nice when they manage to surprise us, isn't it?" She asked as she descended the stairs. Debra appeared next to her and took the teacup and coaster. "Thank you dear." "Of course ma'am." She vanished and then reappeared next to Donovan. "Welcome back, Master Nightshade, can I get you anything?" "I'm fine. Thanks, Debra." "You're welcome. Dinner will be finished shortly." She bowed her head and vanished again. "She's so sweet." "Also, I got into a fight." Noire confessed. "Did you win?" "A redundant question but yes." "Wonderful! Come here and give your dad a big hug, eh?" Donovan asked as he knelt down and spread his arms out. "Oh why not? You've been gone long enough." She replied as she finished descending the stairs and she strolled over to her father and leaped into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, knocked him over and she began choking him out. Donovan just laughed at her constricting his throat with her arms like a snake and wrapped his arms around his daughter and he patted her on the back. "Ohhhh I've missed you too." He choked out. "I'm pleased by your return as well, father." Noire replied and continued the crushing constricting pressure of her arms until she broke his neck with the satisfying crunching sounds. Noire unwound her arms and stood back up and brushed off her dress while Donovan just grabbed his hair and popped his neck right back into place. He popped it left and right and rolled it around before simply jumping right back up to his feet. "HA! That was a good one!" "I'm glad you were satisfied with my amateur chiropractic care." Noire responded. "Spinal adjustments performed by chiropractors are designed to correct subluxations and restore the natural alignment of the spine. These adjustments help alleviate-" That was when Cain took the shot from the upper floor with the crossbow. Aimed at her back. 440 FPS. Right on target. The crossbow bolt shot through the air, slicing through the air with unmatched, like a sniper round fired at his sister's spine. Noire just turned aside and snatched it right out of the air without even pausing in her conversation. "-tension and pressure in the nervous system, which can have a direct impact on stress levels. Good to know that it works. Also, hello again, brother." "Hi Son!" "Hi Dad!" Cain called back. He reloaded at record speeds and fired the crossbow again but Noire threw the arrow she'd just caught at it and knocked it out of the air! "A good effort but you'll need to do better than that." "Is that so?" Cain challenged as he gracefully hopped down from the third floor and landed silently on his feet. "Then shall we take it to the next level? It's been too long since last time!" He asked with a devilish smile. His body began to change. Bat-like protrusions emerged on his forehead, his eyes transformed into a blood-red, bloodshot hue, his ears elongated and sharpened, and his fingers morphed into elongated, bony claws. His mouth became filled with rows of razor-sharp, shark-like teeth. And to top it all off, he even began to grow in height. Noire just scoffed and laced her fingers together and stretched. "You never learn. If you want another beating then so be it. I'll just have to smite you all over again. 𝝘𝝴𝝸𝝴𝝰𝘀𝝴 𝝙𝝸𝝸 𝝩𝝺𝝴 𝝨𝝼𝗶𝝸𝘀 𝝞𝝶𝞃𝝷 𝝩𝝺𝝴 𝗪𝝷𝝲𝝸𝝳: █!" " That's enough of that, children! You know better than to do that in the house." Aurore scolded them. The tension was palpable but the children ultimately relented. Cain sighed and he slowly turned himself back to normal and Noire lowered her arms to her sides. "Sorry Mother." They replied. "That's alright. No harm done. Now, go wash up for dinner. You can play again after." "Understood." Noire replied and walked away. Cain lowered his crossbow and walked past his Dad, high-fived him, hugged him and then he followed Noire.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Mar 5, 2024 2:02:26 GMT
A fancy high class sleek pitch black car drove down the road, racing through the city streets while the city sprang to life around it. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city came alive with a vibrant energy that was unlike any other time of day. The neon lights of the bars and clubs flickered to life, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the darkening sky. People spilled out onto the streets, laughing and chatting as they made their way from one hotspot to another. The air was filled with the hum of music and the scent of food from street vendors, tempting passersby with delicious treats. People flowed in and out of bars, clubs, and restaurants, each one eager to experience their own unique slice of the city's nightlife. The streets were adorned with twinkling lights, and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. This was the moment when the beautiful city nightlife began, an enchanting spectacle that would captivate all who dared to venture into its whimsical embrace. The car's sole inhabitant was a devilishly handsome gentleman with piercing blue eyes, jet black hair, impeccable charm and warm smile that could make even the most reserved of ladies swoon was Donovan Nightshade. The Patriarch Of The Deadly Nightshade Family. Donovan was renowned for his cunning wit and quick thinking, but what truly set him apart was his extraordinary creativity. He saw the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, always pushing the boundaries of what was deemed conventional. This gift allowed him to achieve remarkable feats that others could only dream of. It was this boundless creativity, charm and wit along with his various other talents that had ended up wooing his beloved wife and building their beautiful life together here in Tranquility. Three little devils, a big beautiful house, and their friendly house staff all living together in peace with their excellent neighbors in this fair city. He was living the high life here and he wouldn't trade it for anything. He continued speeding down the street, keeping in mind the speed limits and traffic rules, while humming to himself as he drove onward to his house to meet with his beloved wife and family. Finally, at long last, he returned home and parked his car. Solomon was waiting outside to drive it into the garage so Donovan stepped out of the car and handed the keys to his old friend and shook his hand. "Thanks, Solomon, have you had a good day?" "Yes Sir, Thank You." "Anytime." He walked away up to the front door while whistling to himself and pulling down on the collar of his suit. He reached the door and walked right inside. He barely got through the door when Aurore grabbed him, pulled him down and sank her fangs into his neck. There was a moment of sharp pain and he could feel his blood rushing out of him, sending an unintentional shiver down his spine while a spark of electricity ran through his body, leaving him breathless as her fangs dug into his flesh. "I guess I kept you waiting, huh? Sorry about that, beloved." She pulled back and she gasped at the rush of excitement running through her body. The taste was incredible, the greatest in the world even after all these years, his blood dancing on her tongue with a life of its own. Her tongue sensually and slowly slid around her lips while she shoved him against a wall. Donovan laughed as his bite marks healed. "I'll take that as a yes." "Ohh, Donovan, my Eternal Love, I missed you so much. The days just seem too long when you aren't here with me." "Rest assured, Aurore, my Angel Of The Night, I feel the same way every day." Then he pulled his loving wife into a passionate kiss. Aurore was a creature of the night, her porcelain skin illuminated by the moon's gentle touch, and Donovan was an Eternal, an Immortal Human who would walk the Earth forever more, their legendary love a tale told throughout the ages, inspiring generations of immortals to seek out true love and cherish it forevermore, and it was through their Union they birthed some wonderful children and would craft Noire for a third child. As dangerous as The Family were, their love for each other was immortal, eternal and everlasting. "I see you've returned. Welcome home, Father." Noire greeted from the top of the stairs. "Ahhhh, Noire! My little Eldritch! How are you my beloved little Kraken? Did you have fun at school?" Donovan called up to her. "How's that boy you've been stalking?" "He's doing well. He got into an altercation with a wrestler but he apparently held his own. He's an impressive young man, for a human, but then, it's nice when they manage to surprise us, isn't it?" She asked as she descended the stairs. Debra appeared next to her and took the teacup and coaster. "Thank you dear." "Of course ma'am." She vanished and then reappeared next to Donovan. "Welcome back, Master Nightshade, can I get you anything?" "I'm fine. Thanks, Debra." "You're welcome. Dinner will be finished shortly." She bowed her head and vanished again. "She's so sweet." "Also, I got into a fight." Noire confessed. "Did you win?" "A redundant question but yes." "Wonderful! Come here and give your dad a big hug, eh?" Donovan asked as he knelt down and spread his arms out. "Oh why not? You've been gone long enough." She replied as she finished descending the stairs and she strolled over to her father and leaped into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, knocked him over and she began choking him out. Donovan just laughed at her constricting his throat with her arms like a snake and wrapped his arms around his daughter and he patted her on the back. "Ohhhh I've missed you too." He choked out. "I'm pleased by your return as well, father." Noire replied and continued the crushing constricting pressure of her arms until she broke his neck with the satisfying crunching sounds. Noire unwound her arms and stood back up and brushed off her dress while Donovan just grabbed his hair and popped his neck right back into place. He popped it left and right and rolled it around before simply jumping right back up to his feet. "HA! That was a good one!" "I'm glad you were satisfied with my amateur chiropractic care." Noire responded. "Spinal adjustments performed by chiropractors are designed to correct subluxations and restore the natural alignment of the spine. These adjustments help alleviate-" That was when Cain took the shot from the upper floor with the crossbow. Aimed at her back. 440 FPS. Right on target. The crossbow bolt shot through the air, slicing through the air with unmatched, like a sniper round fired at his sister's spine. Noire just turned aside and snatched it right out of the air without even pausing in her conversation. "-tension and pressure in the nervous system, which can have a direct impact on stress levels. Good to know that it works. Also, hello again, brother." "Hi Son!" "Hi Dad!" Cain called back. He reloaded at record speeds and fired the crossbow again but Noire threw the arrow she'd just caught at it and knocked it out of the air! "A good effort but you'll need to do better than that." "Is that so?" Cain challenged as he gracefully hopped down from the third floor and landed silently on his feet. "Then shall we take it to the next level? It's been too long since last time!" He asked with a devilish smile. His body began to change. Bat-like protrusions emerged on his forehead, his eyes transformed into a blood-red, bloodshot hue, his ears elongated and sharpened, and his fingers morphed into elongated, bony claws. His mouth became filled with rows of razor-sharp, shark-like teeth. And to top it all off, he even began to grow in height. Noire just scoffed and laced her fingers together and stretched. "You never learn. If you want another beating then so be it. I'll just have to smite you all over again. 𝝘𝝴𝝸𝝴𝝰𝘀𝝴 𝝙𝝸𝝸 𝝩𝝺𝝴 𝝨𝝼𝗶𝝸𝘀 𝝞𝝶𝞃𝝷 𝝩𝝺𝝴 𝗪𝝷𝝲𝝸𝝳: █!" " That's enough of that, children! You know better than to do that in the house." Aurore scolded them. The tension was palpable but the children ultimately relented. Cain sighed and he slowly turned himself back to normal and Noire lowered her arms to her sides. "Sorry Mother." They replied. "That's alright. No harm done. Now, go wash up for dinner. You can play again after." "Understood." Noire replied and walked away. Cain lowered his crossbow and walked past his Dad, high-fived him, hugged him and then he followed Noire. "You should be grateful to Mother and Father for saving your life." Noire informed Cain. "Pffft. Please. You know I can tank anything you can dish out." Cain retorted. "I'd chop you into sashimi you octopus." "With what secret weapon? Your butterknives?" "Hey! I'm just testing the waters right now! I've got weapons you still haven't seen. I'm just waiting for the right time to use them." "By all means then Cain, bring out your biggest and best and I'll smash you into the ground all over again." Cain sighed and stopped walking while sliding his hands into his pockets. "You know? I really wish you'd take this a bit more seriously, Noire. We both know I'm supposed to stop you if you get too far out of control." "Ridiculous. You might have the mentality but we both know you aren't strong enough to even put a dent in me. Not yet anyway. So don't rush it. Keep getting stronger and maybe you'll have a chance one day. Lets enjoy each other's company in the meantime." Noire told her brother and turned back around to continue to the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah." He followed her in and they began washing their hands at the double sink. "For what it's worth though? Catching those arrows was pretty cool. You were like a Superhero!" "Compliments appreciated but I can assure you that I'm quite the opposite." "That's obvious but you're welcome anyway." He smirked. "You want us to make you a costume?" "I'm fine with my normal outfits." "Heh." He finished washing his hands, grabbed a paper towel and handed one to Noire. "Thanks." She accepted it, dried off her hands, and tossed it in the trash and exited the bathroom to find Darcy waiting for them. "Judging by the crossbow I found earlier I take it you two are getting along as well as ever?" " More or less." They admitted. "So how's your day been? Make any breakthroughs?" Noire asked her. "I'm getting better but I still have some more adjustments that I need to make to the procedure." Darcy admitted. "But I'm getting there. Would you like to see my latest model?" "I would love to! How about after dinner?" Noire offered. "You can show us your schematics too!" "Deal!" "Great. This is going to be fun." Cain laughed while wrapping his arm around his mad scientist sister as they resumed walking down the hallway towards the stairs. "Indeed. Hey. Speaking of fun? Cain? Have you told Noire about the cutie you've been eyeing at school?" "No he has not. Is there something you want to tell us?" Noire asked curiously. "Ahhhh, she's just some rocker girl at my school. We're assigned to a class project. That's all. I haven't made any moves yet. Not even stalking her." Darcy laughed at Cain's little potshot at Noire. "Seriously, have you even spoken to him yet?" "As it so happens, we ate lunch together today." Noire informed them. Darcy gasped. "No way! The Martian has finally made first contact? Should we inform her government handlers?" "I'll call the M.I.B. after dinner!" Cain added. "Tell them to bring an army."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Mar 24, 2024 1:42:12 GMT
"I see you've returned. Welcome home, Father." Noire greeted from the top of the stairs. "Ahhhh, Noire! My little Eldritch! How are you my beloved little Kraken? Did you have fun at school?" Donovan called up to her. "How's that boy you've been stalking?" "He's doing well. He got into an altercation with a wrestler but he apparently held his own. He's an impressive young man, for a human, but then, it's nice when they manage to surprise us, isn't it?" She asked as she descended the stairs. Debra appeared next to her and took the teacup and coaster. "Thank you dear." "Of course ma'am." She vanished and then reappeared next to Donovan. "Welcome back, Master Nightshade, can I get you anything?" "I'm fine. Thanks, Debra." "You're welcome. Dinner will be finished shortly." She bowed her head and vanished again. "She's so sweet." "Also, I got into a fight." Noire confessed. "Did you win?" "A redundant question but yes." "Wonderful! Come here and give your dad a big hug, eh?" Donovan asked as he knelt down and spread his arms out. "Oh why not? You've been gone long enough." She replied as she finished descending the stairs and she strolled over to her father and leaped into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, knocked him over and she began choking him out. Donovan just laughed at her constricting his throat with her arms like a snake and wrapped his arms around his daughter and he patted her on the back. "Ohhhh I've missed you too." He choked out. "I'm pleased by your return as well, father." Noire replied and continued the crushing constricting pressure of her arms until she broke his neck with the satisfying crunching sounds. Noire unwound her arms and stood back up and brushed off her dress while Donovan just grabbed his hair and popped his neck right back into place. He popped it left and right and rolled it around before simply jumping right back up to his feet. "HA! That was a good one!" "I'm glad you were satisfied with my amateur chiropractic care." Noire responded. "Spinal adjustments performed by chiropractors are designed to correct subluxations and restore the natural alignment of the spine. These adjustments help alleviate-" That was when Cain took the shot from the upper floor with the crossbow. Aimed at her back. 440 FPS. Right on target. The crossbow bolt shot through the air, slicing through the air with unmatched, like a sniper round fired at his sister's spine. Noire just turned aside and snatched it right out of the air without even pausing in her conversation. "-tension and pressure in the nervous system, which can have a direct impact on stress levels. Good to know that it works. Also, hello again, brother." "Hi Son!" "Hi Dad!" Cain called back. He reloaded at record speeds and fired the crossbow again but Noire threw the arrow she'd just caught at it and knocked it out of the air! "A good effort but you'll need to do better than that." "Is that so?" Cain challenged as he gracefully hopped down from the third floor and landed silently on his feet. "Then shall we take it to the next level? It's been too long since last time!" He asked with a devilish smile. His body began to change. Bat-like protrusions emerged on his forehead, his eyes transformed into a blood-red, bloodshot hue, his ears elongated and sharpened, and his fingers morphed into elongated, bony claws. His mouth became filled with rows of razor-sharp, shark-like teeth. And to top it all off, he even began to grow in height. Noire just scoffed and laced her fingers together and stretched. "You never learn. If you want another beating then so be it. I'll just have to smite you all over again. 𝝘𝝴𝝸𝝴𝝰𝘀𝝴 𝝙𝝸𝝸 𝝩𝝺𝝴 𝝨𝝼𝗶𝝸𝘀 𝝞𝝶𝞃𝝷 𝝩𝝺𝝴 𝗪𝝷𝝲𝝸𝝳: █!" " That's enough of that, children! You know better than to do that in the house." Aurore scolded them. The tension was palpable but the children ultimately relented. Cain sighed and he slowly turned himself back to normal and Noire lowered her arms to her sides. "Sorry Mother." They replied. "That's alright. No harm done. Now, go wash up for dinner. You can play again after." "Understood." Noire replied and walked away. Cain lowered his crossbow and walked past his Dad, high-fived him, hugged him and then he followed Noire. "You should be grateful to Mother and Father for saving your life." Noire informed Cain. "Pffft. Please. You know I can tank anything you can dish out." Cain retorted. "I'd chop you into sashimi you octopus." "With what secret weapon? Your butterknives?" "Hey! I'm just testing the waters right now! I've got weapons you still haven't seen. I'm just waiting for the right time to use them." "By all means then Cain, bring out your biggest and best and I'll smash you into the ground all over again." Cain sighed and stopped walking while sliding his hands into his pockets. "You know? I really wish you'd take this a bit more seriously, Noire. We both know I'm supposed to stop you if you get too far out of control." "Ridiculous. You might have the mentality but we both know you aren't strong enough to even put a dent in me. Not yet anyway. So don't rush it. Keep getting stronger and maybe you'll have a chance one day. Lets enjoy each other's company in the meantime." Noire told her brother and turned back around to continue to the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah." He followed her in and they began washing their hands at the double sink. "For what it's worth though? Catching those arrows was pretty cool. You were like a Superhero!" "Compliments appreciated but I can assure you that I'm quite the opposite." "That's obvious but you're welcome anyway." He smirked. "You want us to make you a costume?" "I'm fine with my normal outfits." "Heh." He finished washing his hands, grabbed a paper towel and handed one to Noire. "Thanks." She accepted it, dried off her hands, and tossed it in the trash and exited the bathroom to find Darcy waiting for them. "Judging by the crossbow I found earlier I take it you two are getting along as well as ever?" " More or less." They admitted. "So how's your day been? Make any breakthroughs?" Noire asked her. "I'm getting better but I still have some more adjustments that I need to make to the procedure." Darcy admitted. "But I'm getting there. Would you like to see my latest model?" "I would love to! How about after dinner?" Noire offered. "You can show us your schematics too!" "Deal!" "Great. This is going to be fun." Cain laughed while wrapping his arm around his mad scientist sister as they resumed walking down the hallway towards the stairs. "Indeed. Hey. Speaking of fun? Cain? Have you told Noire about the cutie you've been eyeing at school?" "No he has not. Is there something you want to tell us?" Noire asked curiously. "Ahhhh, she's just some rocker girl at my school. We're assigned to a class project. That's all. I haven't made any moves yet. Not even stalking her." Darcy laughed at Cain's little potshot at Noire. "Seriously, have you even spoken to him yet?" "As it so happens, we ate lunch together today." Noire informed them. Darcy gasped. "No way! The Martian has finally made first contact? Should we inform her government handlers?" "I'll call the M.I.B. after dinner!" Cain added. "Tell them to bring an army." The family reunited together in the dining room and took their seats at the table before Donovan stood up and raised his glass. "Our plates are filled with bones and blood Our twisted prayers rise like a flood We give thanks to the darkness deep For the secrets that it does keep Our souls are black, our hearts are cold As we dine on horrors untold The air is thick with dread and fear As we whisper words no one should hear We raise our glasses, toast the night And revel in this wicked rite For in this macabre affair We find solace in despair So as we finish our grim repast We know that this will not be last For in the darkness, we shall stay And greet each night with a prayer so gray. Sinmen!" "Sinmen!" The rest of the family repeated and raised their heads and began their Dinner. As expected from the staff it was as delicious as usual. Aurore was enjoying a tall glass of blood of course but she enjoyed it vicariously through her family. "Ahhh yes this is wonderful. There's nothing better than coming home to an exquisite meal with your wonderful family. May our love for each other never waver." Donovan chuckled. "So. How was everyone's day?" "Noire terrorized her High School again!" Caine suddenly blurted out. "Oh really? Do tell." "Oh this should be good." Darcy commented. "It was nothing really. I just pulled off the long awaited locker blood bomb to dispose of Phoebe, traumatizing her and the majority if not the entire school, and then I beat up some girls in the bathroom after they tried to jump me. A typical day in High School I'm sure." The family shared a laugh at her antics while Darcy continued eating. "A typical approach for our beloved horror. Raw power without subtlety." "Is there something wrong with my approach?" "Don't get me wrong, Noire, it's satisfactory and perfectly acceptable but it lacks artistry or subtlety. A little bit of Phenethylamine would've done the job without any unnecessary splatter." "True but I wanted to make a statement with the display." "And it was quite a statement but there are easier and quieter ways to get the job done. Not every situation requires the Caine Approach." "Hey now, if they're willing to pick a fight with me they can accept the consequences. I play to win." "That's my boy. Avoid a fight if you can but if they insist on violence then teach them a lesson." Donovan complimented his son. "Thanks, Dad!" "And ladies? Both of your approaches are equally valid and perfectly nefarious." Aurora assured her daughters. "Thank you, Mother!" "You're welcome. Now, Darcy? How was your day? Did you conduct any experiments?" "Unfortunately there isn't enough time during the school day to conduct any proper experiments on anybody so I have to secretly spray them with my concoctions when I can." Darcy admitted. "Anybody in particular?" "No just random bratty girls who keep getting it into their heads that they can harass me on account of my ability to be unglued from my cellphone and read above a 4th grade level."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 6, 2024 22:31:26 GMT
"You should be grateful to Mother and Father for saving your life." Noire informed Cain. "Pffft. Please. You know I can tank anything you can dish out." Cain retorted. "I'd chop you into sashimi you octopus." "With what secret weapon? Your butterknives?" "Hey! I'm just testing the waters right now! I've got weapons you still haven't seen. I'm just waiting for the right time to use them." "By all means then Cain, bring out your biggest and best and I'll smash you into the ground all over again." Cain sighed and stopped walking while sliding his hands into his pockets. "You know? I really wish you'd take this a bit more seriously, Noire. We both know I'm supposed to stop you if you get too far out of control." "Ridiculous. You might have the mentality but we both know you aren't strong enough to even put a dent in me. Not yet anyway. So don't rush it. Keep getting stronger and maybe you'll have a chance one day. Lets enjoy each other's company in the meantime." Noire told her brother and turned back around to continue to the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah." He followed her in and they began washing their hands at the double sink. "For what it's worth though? Catching those arrows was pretty cool. You were like a Superhero!" "Compliments appreciated but I can assure you that I'm quite the opposite." "That's obvious but you're welcome anyway." He smirked. "You want us to make you a costume?" "I'm fine with my normal outfits." "Heh." He finished washing his hands, grabbed a paper towel and handed one to Noire. "Thanks." She accepted it, dried off her hands, and tossed it in the trash and exited the bathroom to find Darcy waiting for them. "Judging by the crossbow I found earlier I take it you two are getting along as well as ever?" " More or less." They admitted. "So how's your day been? Make any breakthroughs?" Noire asked her. "I'm getting better but I still have some more adjustments that I need to make to the procedure." Darcy admitted. "But I'm getting there. Would you like to see my latest model?" "I would love to! How about after dinner?" Noire offered. "You can show us your schematics too!" "Deal!" "Great. This is going to be fun." Cain laughed while wrapping his arm around his mad scientist sister as they resumed walking down the hallway towards the stairs. "Indeed. Hey. Speaking of fun? Cain? Have you told Noire about the cutie you've been eyeing at school?" "No he has not. Is there something you want to tell us?" Noire asked curiously. "Ahhhh, she's just some rocker girl at my school. We're assigned to a class project. That's all. I haven't made any moves yet. Not even stalking her." Darcy laughed at Cain's little potshot at Noire. "Seriously, have you even spoken to him yet?" "As it so happens, we ate lunch together today." Noire informed them. Darcy gasped. "No way! The Martian has finally made first contact? Should we inform her government handlers?" "I'll call the M.I.B. after dinner!" Cain added. "Tell them to bring an army." The family reunited together in the dining room and took their seats at the table before Donovan stood up and raised his glass. "Our plates are filled with bones and blood Our twisted prayers rise like a flood We give thanks to the darkness deep For the secrets that it does keep Our souls are black, our hearts are cold As we dine on horrors untold The air is thick with dread and fear As we whisper words no one should hear We raise our glasses, toast the night And revel in this wicked rite For in this macabre affair We find solace in despair So as we finish our grim repast We know that this will not be last For in the darkness, we shall stay And greet each night with a prayer so gray. Dark Amens!" "Dark Amens!" The rest of the family repeated and raised their heads and began their Dinner. As expected from the staff it was as delicious as usual. Aurore was enjoying a tall glass of blood of course but she enjoyed it vicariously through her family. "Ahhh yes this is wonderful. There's nothing better than coming home to an exquisite meal with your wonderful family. May our love for each other never waver." Donovan chuckled. "So. How was everyone's day?" "Noire terrorized her High School again!" Caine suddenly blurted out. "Oh really? Do tell." "Oh this should be good." Darcy commented. "It was nothing really. I just pulled off the long awaited locker blood bomb to dispose of Phoebe, traumatizing her and the majority if not the entire school, and then I beat up some girls in the bathroom after they tried to jump me. A typical day in High School I'm sure." The family shared a laugh at her antics while Darcy continued eating. "A typical approach for our beloved horror. Raw power without subtlety." "Is there something wrong with my approach?" "Don't get me wrong, Noire, it's satisfactory and perfectly acceptable but it lacks artistry or subtlety. A little bit of Phenethylamine would've done the job without any unnecessary splatter." "True but I wanted to make a statement with the display." "And it was quite a statement but there are easier and quieter ways to get the job done. Not every situation requires the Caine Approach." "Hey now, if they're willing to pick a fight with me they can accept the consequences. I play to win." "That's my boy. Avoid a fight if you can but if they insist on violence then teach them a lesson." Donovan complimented his son. "Thanks, Dad!" "And ladies? Both of your approaches are equally valid and perfectly nefarious." Aurora assured her daughters. "Thank you, Mother!" "You're welcome. Now, Darcy? How was your day? Did you conduct any experiments?" "Unfortunately there isn't enough time during the school day to conduct any proper experiments on anybody so I have to secretly spray them with my concoctions when I can." Darcy admitted. "Anybody in particular?" "No just random bratty girls who keep getting it into their heads that they can harass me on account of my ability to be unglued from my cellphone and read above a 4th grade level." "Oh nice. Are you using anything special on them?" "Nah, I'm just using the basics. Rash sprays and hallucinogens. In fact, I've discovered that so long as you prop up their phone in front of their faces while they're laying down on the tables staring forward and drooling on themselves from the effects of the hallucinogens it takes people considerably longer to realize they aren't staring at them. Although I did utilize a pimple spray on a girl once on picture day. The after effects were hilarious." The rest of the family shared a gentle laugh over Darcy's shenanigans before Aurore spoke up. "That's wonderful, dear! I'm glad you're finding such a healthy outlet for your creativity!" "Thanks, Mom. If I' m going to be stuck in school with those brats then I might as well utilize them for the advancement of science." She enjoyed some more of her dinner. "But anyway. Did you hear about Noire's adventures in school today?" "Oh yes my beloved wife has already informed me." Donovan paused to gently lift up Aurore's hand and kissed it before he continued. "But I would like to hear about it from her own mouth." Noire sipped the blood drink before she spoke up. "Okay, so, here's what happened..." Noire proceeded to casually explain her day at school to them. From dismissing Phoebe, to splashing Phoebe with the locker blood bomb, to humiliating Jade and her friends in the bathroom and eating lunch with Maxwell with his friends and giving them a ride back home in the Funeral Limo, she explained all of the important events in detail to the amusement of her family. "My dear sweet child! First of all, good job standing up for yourself, well done." Donovan complimented her. "More importantly though is the fact that you're finally coming out of your shell and making friends. I'm proud of you, Noire. I hope we get to meet these friends of yours." "Thank you. I surmise it will take some time before they're ready to meet you but I'm sure they'll like you." "That's the spirit dear! Besides, there's nothing wrong with us. Be proud of who you are and who your family are." "A Dark Amen to that." She replied and raised her glass. "How about you, Mother? How is your writing going?" "Ah yes, Gunsmoke Retribution: Vengeance From The Grave. To the common people? An exciting tale of eternal love and bloody revenge. To those who are in the know? A historical account of The Wild West Revenants. I based the story off of these old friends of mine but some names were changed to allow them to rest in peace. I also applied my own take upon their resurrection process because even I admit to being in the dark about the exact details of the process."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 27, 2024 2:20:02 GMT
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the city. As the streetlights flickered to life, students began gathering at The Dynamo Dragons Martial Arts Dojo. The dojo, nestled in a quiet corner of the bustling city, was a sanctuary of discipline and strength. Inside, the air hummed with anticipation. The wooden floors gleamed under the soft light, and the walls were adorned with calligraphy and ancient weapons, a testament to the dojo's rich heritage. The scent of polished wood and faint incense filled the room, creating an atmosphere of calm focus. Sensei Clyde Grayson, the head instructor, stood at the front, his presence commanding yet serene. His eyes, sharp and wise, scanned the room, taking in each student with a nod of acknowledgment. Clad in a crisp white gi, the black belt around his waist symbolized decades of dedication and mastery. His body was a slab of muscle, pure steel, the body of a man who dedicated his life to martial arts and fitness. Among the students was Mei, a determined young woman in her teens. She had joined the dojo a year ago, seeking not just physical training but a path to inner peace. Her journey had been challenging, but she had grown stronger with each class, both in body and spirit. Next to her was Kai, a teenage boy with a fiery spirit and boundless energy. Though often impulsive, he had a natural talent for martial arts. Under Sensei Grayson's guidance, Kai was learning to harness his energy and channel it with precision. Maxwell stood in the Dojo alongside his friends and Dojomates his face still displaying uncertainty due to the fight he'd had at school today. He'd broken the rules, he knew it, and was currently working out how to tell Sensei. The class began with a bow, a gesture of respect and gratitude. Sensei led the students through a series of warm-up exercises, emphasizing the importance of breathing and balance. The rhythmic sound of synchronized movements filled the dojo, creating a sense of unity among the students. As the training progressed, Sensei Grayson introduced a new kata, a sequence of movements that simulated combat against multiple opponents. Mei moved with grace and determination, her every step a blend of power and elegance. Kai, with his characteristic enthusiasm, executed the moves with vigor, his focus unwavering. Maxwell, for his part, put away his worries and concerns for now and mirrored his Teacher's movements exactly as he was performing them. Hunter Peregrine 'Falcon' Wilder, as befitting his personality, was putting his own twist on the technique. Putting more power and flash into his movements. Sensei noticed this and chuckled. He would have to correct Hunter later but right now he let him have his fun as he tracked the rest of his students and advised them as the class went on. Once he finished the third round of repetition, he paused and gestured to Hunter. "Hunter! Front And Center!" "Yes Sensei!" He responded and stepped forward. "Hunter, bro, I saw what you did there. It was big and loud and flashy and impressive but you left yourself open with your movements. Remember to stay focused and disciplined." "Yes Sensei. Sorry." "It's alright. No harm done. Just keep practicing. Remember everyone: Martial arts is not just about physical strength," he said, his voice calm yet resonant. "It is a journey of self-discovery and discipline. Through practice, we learn to control not just our bodies but our minds and spirits." His words resonated deeply with the students. They understood that their training extended beyond the dojo, influencing their daily lives and interactions. It was a path of continuous growth and learning, a lifelong commitment to self-improvement. And that was why Maxwell chose that moment to step forward and confess. "Sensei? I have something to confess." "Oh really? Did something happen?" He took a deep breath and slooowly blew it out before he spoke up again. "I broke the rule about not fighting outside of the Dojo Sensei: I got into a fight at school." This caught the class off guard and they began muttering and whispering among themselves before Sensei calmly raised his hand and they stopped. "Well thanks for the confession but I'm going to need some details here. What happened?" "...Sensei, I gotta tell you, we had a wild day today. You see? It all started with blood bomb in a locker." And with that ominous lead-in out of the way, Maxwell explained the story of their bizarre school day leading up to his fight with Payne and then riding home in a hearse limo. "So, bottom line Sensei, I screwed up, I admit it, and I will accept the consequences for doing so." The Sensei took a minute to pause and digest all of this information before he spoke up again. "No Harm Done." Maxwell's eyes widened. "Seriously? But Sir...I thought that it was wrong of us to do that?" "Alright Class Listen Up!" Sensei Clyde called out to the class. "Yes, it's true that I don't want you to go around starting fights with people and that I would prefer you avoid getting into them all together, but here at D3 we train in Martial Arts for discipline, self-betterment, and self-defense. I don't want you to start a fight, and I have taught you conflict resolution techniques, but the truth of the world is that not everyone is going to listen to your words and that some people will attack you regardless. When that happens? You utilize your training and defeat your opponent, swiftly, decisively, and with only as much force as is necessary, then get out of there." Clyde explained to them. "Also be sure to have your Lawyer's Number ready after just in case." Clyde joked. This got him some laughs. "I mean it guys, look it up, legal fees are a pain. Do you understand what I'm saying Maxwell? You did not start that fight, you tried to diffuse the situation, and you defended yourself as necessary when words failed, then you got out of there after he went down. You did nothing wrong and I'm proud of you. But, like I said, be prepared to contact a lawyer just in case." Maxwell sighed with relief as an enormous weight was lifted off of his shoulders. "Oh thank you! Thank you Sensei!" "Chin up, Maxxy, you did the right thing. Now what is it I'm always saying class, huh? BE A BADASS!" "BUT DON'T BE A BULLY, SENSEI!" "That's right! That's right! That 's it exactly! Now who's ready to get back to work?" "WE ARE SENSEI!" "Alright! That's what I like to hear! Now everybody get ready because I'm going to be putting you kids through your paces! Lets resume!" The students got to work following his guidance in practicing the intense Kata Forms of the D3 Dojo. Each movement was precise and deliberate, a dance of power and grace that required unwavering focus and unyielding determination. Each fluid movement echoing through space like poetry in motion, unleashing awe-inspiring strikes that carried raw power tempered by grace as though they embodied both dragons furies and serenity itself. In and of itself, kata is a record of movement. It allowed them to pass along a series of movements, and to practice those movements until they become automatic, and to enable them to perform those movements powerfully and efficiently. Once they finished their Kata Practices, they bowed and relaxed. "Alright! That was fun, right? Take five with your breathing exercises and then we'll move onto some light sparring." "YES SENSEI!" The students finally parted and took a breather and Hunter poked Maxwell. "Yo." "Bro did you seriously take on T.T.P. and freaking win?" "Yeah, well, I think so. I definitely fought him." Maxwell commented and rubbed his arm. "I've got the bruises to show for it too but as for whether or not I won...well...I'm not entirely sure. Something weird happened after Noire showed up."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 28, 2024 0:37:30 GMT
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the city. As the streetlights flickered to life, students began gathering at The Dynamo Dragons Martial Arts Dojo. The dojo, nestled in a quiet corner of the bustling city, was a sanctuary of discipline and strength. Inside, the air hummed with anticipation. The wooden floors gleamed under the soft light, and the walls were adorned with calligraphy and ancient weapons, a testament to the dojo's rich heritage. The scent of polished wood and faint incense filled the room, creating an atmosphere of calm focus. Sensei Clyde Grayson, the head instructor, stood at the front, his presence commanding yet serene. His eyes, sharp and wise, scanned the room, taking in each student with a nod of acknowledgment. Clad in a crisp white gi, the black belt around his waist symbolized decades of dedication and mastery. His body was a slab of muscle, pure steel, the body of a man who dedicated his life to martial arts and fitness. Among the students was Mei, a determined young woman in her teens. She had joined the dojo a year ago, seeking not just physical training but a path to inner peace. Her journey had been challenging, but she had grown stronger with each class, both in body and spirit. Next to her was Kai, a teenage boy with a fiery spirit and boundless energy. Though often impulsive, he had a natural talent for martial arts. Under Sensei Grayson's guidance, Kai was learning to harness his energy and channel it with precision. Maxwell stood in the Dojo alongside his friends and Dojomates his face still displaying uncertainty due to the fight he'd had at school today. He'd broken the rules, he knew it, and was currently working out how to tell Sensei. The class began with a bow, a gesture of respect and gratitude. Sensei led the students through a series of warm-up exercises, emphasizing the importance of breathing and balance. The rhythmic sound of synchronized movements filled the dojo, creating a sense of unity among the students. As the training progressed, Sensei Grayson introduced a new kata, a sequence of movements that simulated combat against multiple opponents. Mei moved with grace and determination, her every step a blend of power and elegance. Kai, with his characteristic enthusiasm, executed the moves with vigor, his focus unwavering. Maxwell, for his part, put away his worries and concerns for now and mirrored his Teacher's movements exactly as he was performing them. Hunter Peregrine 'Falcon' Wilder, as befitting his personality, was putting his own twist on the technique. Putting more power and flash into his movements. Sensei noticed this and chuckled. He would have to correct Hunter later but right now he let him have his fun as he tracked the rest of his students and advised them as the class went on. Once he finished the third round of repetition, he paused and gestured to Hunter. "Hunter! Front And Center!" "Yes Sensei!" He responded and stepped forward. "Hunter, bro, I saw what you did there. It was big and loud and flashy and impressive but you left yourself open with your movements. Remember to stay focused and disciplined." "Yes Sensei. Sorry." "It's alright. No harm done. Just keep practicing. Remember everyone: Martial arts is not just about physical strength," he said, his voice calm yet resonant. "It is a journey of self-discovery and discipline. Through practice, we learn to control not just our bodies but our minds and spirits." His words resonated deeply with the students. They understood that their training extended beyond the dojo, influencing their daily lives and interactions. It was a path of continuous growth and learning, a lifelong commitment to self-improvement. And that was why Maxwell chose that moment to step forward and confess. "Sensei? I have something to confess." "Oh really? Did something happen?" He took a deep breath and slooowly blew it out before he spoke up again. "I broke the rule about not fighting outside of the Dojo Sensei: I got into a fight at school." This caught the class off guard and they began muttering and whispering among themselves before Sensei calmly raised his hand and they stopped. "Well thanks for the confession but I'm going to need some details here. What happened?" "...Sensei, I gotta tell you, we had a wild day today. You see? It all started with blood bomb in a locker." And with that ominous lead-in out of the way, Maxwell explained the story of their bizarre school day leading up to his fight with Payne and then riding home in a hearse limo. "So, bottom line Sensei, I screwed up, I admit it, and I will accept the consequences for doing so." The Sensei took a minute to pause and digest all of this information before he spoke up again. "No Harm Done." Maxwell's eyes widened. "Seriously? But Sir...I thought that it was wrong of us to do that?" "Alright Class Listen Up!" Sensei Clyde called out to the class. "Yes, it's true that I don't want you to go around starting fights with people and that I would prefer you avoid getting into them all together, but here at D3 we train in Martial Arts for discipline, self-betterment, and self-defense. I don't want you to start a fight, and I have taught you conflict resolution techniques, but the truth of the world is that not everyone is going to listen to your words and that some people will attack you regardless. When that happens? You utilize your training and defeat your opponent, swiftly, decisively, and with only as much force as is necessary, then get out of there." Clyde explained to them. "Also be sure to have your Lawyer's Number ready after just in case." Clyde joked. This got him some laughs. "I mean it guys, look it up, legal fees are a pain. Do you understand what I'm saying Maxwell? You did not start that fight, you tried to diffuse the situation, and you defended yourself as necessary when words failed, then you got out of there after he went down. You did nothing wrong and I'm proud of you. But, like I said, be prepared to contact a lawyer just in case." Maxwell sighed with relief as an enormous weight was lifted off of his shoulders. "Oh thank you! Thank you Sensei!" "Chin up, Maxxy, you did the right thing. Now what is it I'm always saying class, huh? BE A BADASS!" "BUT DON'T BE A BULLY, SENSEI!" "That's right! That's right! That 's it exactly! Now who's ready to get back to work?" "WE ARE SENSEI!" "Alright! That's what I like to hear! Now everybody get ready because I'm going to be putting you kids through your paces! Lets resume!" The students got to work following his guidance in practicing the intense Kata Forms of the D3 Dojo. Each movement was precise and deliberate, a dance of power and grace that required unwavering focus and unyielding determination. Each fluid movement echoing through space like poetry in motion, unleashing awe-inspiring strikes that carried raw power tempered by grace as though they embodied both dragons furies and serenity itself. In and of itself, kata is a record of movement. It allowed them to pass along a series of movements, and to practice those movements until they become automatic, and to enable them to perform those movements powerfully and efficiently. Once they finished their Kata Practices, they bowed and relaxed. "Alright! That was fun, right? Take five with your breathing exercises and then we'll move onto some light sparring." "YES SENSEI!" The students finally parted and took a breather and Hunter poked Maxwell. "Yo." "Bro did you seriously take on T.T.P. and freaking win?" "Yeah, well, I think so. I definitely fought him." Maxwell commented and rubbed his arm. "I've got the bruises to show for it too but as for whether or not I won...well...I'm not entirely sure. Something weird happened after Noire showed up." "Weird how?" "He collapsed. Like, I'm strong, I'm fast, I'm good, I'm really good, but you've seen the size of that guy, right? Tyler's a giant and I'm pretty sure he's roided out. I hit him. I admit that. I hit him hard. But not that hard...like...you just had to see it man. It was freaking weird. We were in the middle of fighting, and I was doing good, I just want to point that out, but then Noire walked past us, Tyler tried to grab her and then...he just dropped. He dropped like a hammers man. And that look on his face...it was...I don't even know how to describe it. It's worse than being in pain. He was in agony, man." "Damn. For real?" "For real real. And whatever hurt him? It hurt him so badly that he was down and out. He couldn't even chase me after we left." "Huh." Hunter paused to think it over. "Maybe he had a cramp or did you hurt his leg?" "No. No this was different. Something hurt him in a way that I didn't even think was possible." "So what? Did she do some kind of voodoo hoodoo witchcraft on him?" "I don't know. Like I said I've never seen anything like that." Maxwell admitted. "Are we talking about Noire Nightshade?" Mei asked as she walked over to the pair. "As in the crazy goth chick who took down The Dynamite Divas and blood bombed the locker?" "Y-yeeeaaahhh...she did, in fact, take down Jade and her posse and is all but confirmed to have carried out the locker bombing." " Holy shit." Hunter muttered quietly. "How do you even pull that off?" "There are cameras everywhere in school and you'd need the code to get into a locker in the first place. By all sense of logic there's no real way for her to pull that off." "Unless..." Mei raised her hand. "Unless there were some payoffs." "Woah, hey, that's a Jade move. Noire wouldn't do that." "I don't know man. Wasn't she beefing with Phoebe beforehand anyway? Which, to be fair, everybody has at one point or another, but you know how out there Noire is. She's not the only Goth at our school but even they're intimidated by her. And have you heard the rumors about the others? Hey, hey, Maxwell. Bro. I know you're a good kid. You're one of the nicest and most honorable guys I know. So I'm going to go out on a limb and assume you're extending a hand to her to reach out to Noire and be her friend because you know she needs one. You're doing a good thing. But don't underestimate Noire, alright? If she really did the locker bombing then she is Capital S-Scary. You're handling a hand grenade here bro." Hunter explained to him. "Besides...nobody deserved that. Not even Phoebe. I don't care about Jade getting her tail kicked, as long as she's still alive to learn from her mistakes, but that blood locker trick? That was insane." Mei added to the conversation. Maxwell paused for a moment and sighed. "Fuuuu...huuuhhh...." He placed his head in his hands and sat down. "Alright, ah, give me a minute. Just let me have a minute." He paused for a moment to gather his senses and get his thoughts in order. "Alright, look, I know she's...rather out there. Really out there. But I think we can help her. Just help her come back over to the light. Noire...look, I know that her family is...different...but you know? I think we can help her. She might just be lonely. If we help her, if we become her friends, then maybe we can really make a difference in her life." he looked at both of them. "And you know, keep an eye on her, make sure that nobody else gets blood bombed like that. Also, we need to sign a card for Phoebe and check in on her and the other kids who were caught up in the...can we even call that a prank? What would you call that?" "An attack." Mei responded. "Right. We'll check in on her and the others." He sighed. "I just wanted to help her." "I know Max. I know. You're a good man. But hey. You're not alone in this. You've got us. You've got your friends. We'll help you figure all this out." He told him as he crouched down next to him. "Just promise me that if you see any read flags, if it looks like she's going to be dangerous, you'll listen to your gut and get the hell out of there." "I promise. I promise." He swore. "Cool. That's the spirit bro. So bro! Are you read to throw hands?" "Hell yeah I am." "Alright! Alright! Come on up, Dragon Prince! Lets rumble!" Maxwell got back up to his feet, backed up, bowed and then he and Hunter got ready to spar.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 28, 2024 19:46:52 GMT
Kudos for the Shadow Woods shout out!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 28, 2024 20:52:49 GMT
Kudos for the Shadow Woods shout out! You're super welcome! Hunter mentioned that he's from Tranquility in the story so I thought it would be easy to bring him in. How're you liking the Dojo's Atmosphere? I was going to a solid fusion of Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang with their general philosophy.
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