Cross x S[i]N - RP

[GoldenHouou]

Miraela "Mira" Dalcascu
Orion / Lust
Deck/Leviathan’s back

By the time Miraela reached the deck, most of the passengers had already either fled the place to try and find cover from the giant beast up there, or fallen into their deaths below in the panic that took over the entire ship just moments prior. Only a few men and women remained on the deck now, and even they didn’t seem to be intent on staying; most of them were either boarding the giant snake or had already done so for some unfathomable reason. There were various signs of battles all around, and a strange fog lingered in the air, making seeing anything quite difficult. Even from amidst it however, the giant form of the Leviathan was both ominous and clear as day to see. It was truly a bizarre, horrifying scene to behold, and had Miraela been herself, she would’ve probably screamed at the sight of the beast and fled the scene in seconds, fairly certain she was either dreaming or hallucinating, but as things were she didn’t even flinch. The deity inside her wasn’t fazed by the monstrosity, and even made the girl dare take a step towards it.

She didn’t understand why, but it seemed most everyone alive on the deck was riding that thing. And as such, if she wished to find some company, she’d need to follow suit. The beast didn’t seem to mind the tiny humans on its back anyway. It seemed to be taking off, too. She’d need to hurry if she wanted to make it.

Well then~

Miraela brushed hair from her face and reached for her bow more out of instinct than anything else; she had no idea what she was doing or why, but each and every one of her actions was so fiercely backed up by the other… entity inside her that she couldn’t really find herself doubting any of them. She wasn’t sure if instinct was the right word, really, but she couldn’t find any better alternative. And, in the first place, she didn’t really have much of a choice but to obey it, whatever it was; she knew no other way to get out of the ship without being subjected to the deadly murk below. Best to just trust the strange feeling, no matter what name it went by.

So, she pulled her bow into her hand, its handle and form way different from what she last remembered. Come to think of it, the last she’d seen it, she had left it in her cabin. Why was it here? Why was it glowing? And the arrows she reached for, why did they feel like they were pulsating with so much energy, with so much power? She swallowed, but let her hands move as they pleased. She allowed them to draw an arrow and aim it onto the deck below. She fired, and the second the arrow’s tip sunk into the wooden surface of the deck, a miracle happened. Well, what seemed like a miracle to Mira, anyway; the wood of the deck suddenly sprung into action, extending from the deck and reaching towards the beast already up in the skies, carrying Mira along on a fine, wooden chair as if she were royalty. Confused, startled, yet still filled with the sheer need to find another human being, Miraela could only hold on and let out a surprised shriek. She was traveling upwards fast, and the wind against her face helped clear her mind enough to push the deity away from her mind for a while.

Which effectively meant that once her rocket-chair dropped her on the beast’s back, she was mostly herself again, attire and powers excluded.

“W-what in the world…” she whispered to herself, looking around frantically as she stood up. What did she just do? Why did she come here?! Oh, this day was such a peculiar one, and there seemed to be something wrong with her, too - a fact made most clear to her when she happened to look down and notice her clothes – or the lack of them thereof. Another shriek found its way out of her throat as she quickly tried to cover herself up with her hands.

Where were her clothes? Were those thorns?

And then all of a sudden she was surrounded on all sides by what were unmistakably monsters.

“I, I must be dreaming. This must be just a bad dream, surely it can’t-“ she began, shaking her head and trying to keep her pose refined despite the predicament. That was, until one of them lunged towards her. Instinctively, Miraela once again reached for her bow and fired an arrow, and this time the release of the projectile was accompanied by a crackling sound not unlike thunder as electricity wrapped around the weapon and pierced the chest of the incoming foe with ease. The impact made the blood-orc shake and twitch violently until it finally ceased all movement and fell limp to the ground.

Miraela blinked. Did she... just do that?

Oh my gosh, I killed it! Him. It. I-

Another orc charged, and Miraela found herself backing away from it, only to hit her back against someone else's. The sudden sensation of another human being's body against hers sent a warm surge throughout her body once more, and it gave her the sudden urge to just turn around and press herself against that someone even more. And, had it not been for the orcs that charged her just then, she most likely would've went through with it.

As things were, it would need to wait.

And so, she drew another arrow, a familiar crackling sound filling the air once more.

 

[Monster Guy]

Andre Bellamy
Leo/Greed
Deck/Leviathan’s back

By the time Andre had arrived to the deck of the ship, he had found the place was in ruins, and an ominous fog lingered in the air. All of the people had either drowned, and whoever did survive were boarding that giant sea creature for reasons the star couldn't fathom. He wanted to jump on and join them but... he had his things on this ship. He paid good money for those diamonds, and he couldn't possibly let them fall to the depths of this disgusting lake. He had to go back for them. Then again, there were people on that monster. And people meant new friends. He could always get new diamonds, but those stones were near irreplaceable. Ugh, it was such a difficult decision.

Eventually, something or someone took over and Andre boarded that creature with the others. Saving his things wouldn't do him any good if he were dead. Even if it did pain him to let those precious stones of his sink to the bottom of the ocean. That feeling was soon replaced by a new one. He wondered exactly how he had lept that high to get on this creature in the first place. He had never done anything like that before in his life. Even in films, he had stunt doubles to do things like that. So, how did that happen?

But he didn't really get time to linger on that thought for long. There were more important things to deal with, like that fact that they were surrounded by hideous red beasts. The sight of them made Andre gag in his mouth. These things needed to be gone from his sight, they didn't deserve to be his friends. By instinct, he pointed his hand out and shouted "Tonnerre!" a bolt of lightning was loosed from his fingertips, shocking a few of those monsters. The creatures ran around screaming in pain, and sparking with electricity. If this weren't serious, the sight would actually be somewhat comical.

Andre looked at his hand in amazement. This whole situation by the second. First he had grown ears and a tail, gained a new outfit and a weapon, and now he shot lightning from his fingertips. What kind of madness is this?! There must have been something in that wine...

While he just looked ahead in absolute shock, he felt someone back into him. He turned around, and a grin formed on his face, pleased with what he saw. A young woman with long white hair was standing before him. She was barely clothed, and only a few strategically placed vines and flowers covered her sensitive areas. Andre usually preferred things that left a little to the imagination, but he wasn't one to talk, considering how he was dressed right now. This girl looked like she was in the same situation Andre was in. Scared, confused, and she seemed like she'd be a perfect companion. Suddenly everything else didn't matter anymore. Having a new friend would make everything better.

After the girl shot an Orc with an electrically charged arrow from the silver bow she was carrying, Andre decided to make his move. He put his arm around the girl, and pulled her close to himself. "Bonsoir Ma cherie!" He gave her a kiss her cheek. "There is no need to be frightened. The two of us can keep each other company for a while hm?"

 

[Liltwick]

Asher von Irre
Sagittarius/Envy
Deck/Leviathan's Back

Asher looked around frantically, his mind sort of wandering off in various bursts of insanity. He kept on hearing be referred to "kid" and that he should just go home. The thought of being called a child pissed him off even more, and made him start shooting arrows at friends and foes alike.

A roar soon helped him gain sanity, even if it's for a while. He turned his head towards the giant sea monster, hearing the words it was shouting.

"Foolish Sinners!"it roared, the impact almost made Asher loose his footing. "You are not each others' enemies and neither am I," said the Leviathan, "your vessel fast submerges into the depths of this treacherous lake and unless you do not care to continue living, it would be wise to allow me your safe passage across..."

"Fine fish face! Harm me touhg and I'll kill you!" he shouted back at the Leviathan before jumping towards the sea god. Right before he was able to jump on it's back, the Leviathan gave out another warning about some army. The boom of it's voice slammed Asher right into the upper deck.

He got up, feeling his body fuel up with even more rage, and jealously at the Leviathan's power. Well, just at his voice in general. Asher gave out a small roar and twitched his tail, ready for some blood lust. He saw the orcs starting to climb the deck, and changed the maple splitter into it's Bow from. He grabbed a few arrows from his quiver, and started to snip at any of the incoming orcs.

"Bombs away!" he roared enthusiastically, sending arrows to sing through the air. While he was able to kill a few orcs with the arrows, it seemed to him that they were getting more and more resistant to his arrows. He soon realized he was surrounded, and switched his weapon to it's knife form.

"You know what, sometimes we need to fade away," he muttered before summoning a storm of maple leaves to conceal himself. He quickly let natural instincts take over and attacked the orcs while they were distracted by the leaves. After a few light slashes here and there Asher jumped up and snapped his fingers, making the leaves catch fire. HE was able to land next to the sea god, coughing after his display. He sat down on the sea god's head and took a small breather before returning to the fight.

 

[GoldenHouou]

Miraela "Mira" Dalcascu
Orion / Lust
Leviathan’s back

Miraela’s arrow had barely had the time to blow through the charging orc, when the girl suddenly felt something wrap around her waist. Being in the middle of a fight, her instincts told her to stab the offending limb with a spare arrow, hopefully electrocuting the orc that tried to grab her from behind. But, before she could do more than reach for her arrow pouch, she suddenly realized it wasn’t – it couldn’t be – an orc touching her. It couldn’t, because the arm felt warm, strong and so very human.

She glanced down just to make sure she was right and surely enough, the arm indeed wasn’t an orc's. The hand felt pleasant, and she found herself placing her own hand on top of it, a slight, confused blush on her face and a shiver running down her spine from the touch. But where did…?

Her reaction delayed by so many sensations going through her at once, Miraela finally turned, only to come face to face with a grinning boy – with ears on his head and a tail swinging behind him. She blinked at his peculiar form, slightly embarrassed by the two’s closeness, but she didn’t pull away despite everything. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. On the contrary, she felt like she needed to get closer.

Her blush deepened.

N-no, I wouldn’t think of such-

"Bonsoir Ma cherie!" He spoke before Miraela could make any sense out of her emotions. And then, without any warning or time for her to prepare, he planted a kiss on her cheek. It was a simple kiss to be sure, but to Miraela and her current condition, it felt intense. Her cheeks flashed a deeper shade of red they had ever been, and she almost gasped as she felt something – or, again, someone – inside her stir. She touched her cheek, her widened eyes slowly gaining a small, hungry glow as their gaze relaxed.

"There is no need to be frightened. The two of us can keep each other company for a while hm?"

“Oh, my...” Miraela spoke in an amused tone the second he had ceased to, her cheeks still red from embarrassment but her eyes determined and curious to explore. He looked so silly in those ears and that tail, but at the same time his chest was almost bare and he was toned. She might just accept him. Just might. Chuckling to herself, Mira pressed her fingers against the man’s chest, leaning closer to whisper against his lips. “Was that an invitation?”

She pressed her fingers and her body against him, trying to force him on his back. “Because, darling…” She moved her fingers across his chest, slightly scratching him as she did; not enough to injure or even properly hurt, but enough to tell him she was not a gentle one. She had claws and fangs, and she couldn’t do without getting to use them both when playing with her pray.

“I accept.”

And with that, she yanked him against her, chest pressed against chest as she forced a kiss on his lips.

 

[InnerFlame]

Raven Whitaker
Gemini/Greed
The Ball Cruise on the Black Lake

“Oh well thank you.” She responded with a giggle; he could feel her rage; his 'sincere' reply didn't win her over. “I hope we can get all those poor people off the streets someday. You have no idea how much it pains me to see them on the streets begging for money.” ...Was that suppose to make him mad? He wasn't some sad homeless person who wasted his time begging for scraps. He would just be waiting for death's embrace if he was like that. He refused to be like that, that why he needed money. With money in mind, he made a faint note; he too a long look at Miss Pandora IX. That tiara of hers would definitely sell for a good price.

As soon as the man started talking and praising the lady, Raven pretty much stopped caring all together. As long as they were talking to each and not him it was all good. He took the opportunity to check up on his target. There was some commotion and it seem he had passed out, and people gather around. He didn’t get the best of chance to observe as his arm was sudden grabbed. He eyes turned to the staff member squeezing in and leaning in close. He threw him a pissed expression.

“Oh, but you hang around too, because you're my new best friend.” It was creepy the way he made that statement in an ambiguous tone that could mean multiple things. He either angry at him and wanted revenge or he to make out with him. The first one was understand since he did force him to talk with Miss ***** IX, but the other was just plan unsettling, like he ever have a relationship with him.

The lady looked appalled and hastily made her way exit, thank goodness… Yet he was the sneaking suspicion that he would have to deal with that chick again… The fates were certainly cruel enough to force him into another groan inducing meeting with Miss Pandora IX. But before he had to deal with the man in front of him that disturb his otherwise okay meal. Glancing down at his food, he didn’t even get to finish it and looking up in his distraction the guy he was following was gone. It was a waste, to waste food but he had no reason to hang around here or desire to deal with the annoying person in front of him. He scoffed as he pulled his arm feel free.

“Sorry ‘bud’, not interested in having any relations with you,” Raven remarked back as he stood up. He dusted his sleeve off. “It’s been interesting but I really have to be going, throw that plate away for me.” With that he left the area. He returned the formal outfit and put on his aged clothing; they were much more comfortable and he really didn’t care about what other had to say about it.

He momentarily stopped back at his room, to collect his swords. The crimson haired man decided to lie down on the bed. It was big and soft… he had never been on a bed like this in his entire life. And Raven knew it probably never happen again… that was alright though it wasn’t firm enough for his taste anyways. Getting up and putting on his weapons, Raven headed out from his room. Glancing behind him at nothing, the man still had that paranoid feeling that he was being followed even now. It felt stronger than usual, he felt like if there was one thing he shouldn’t do it was hang around in the confine room… but then again he never liked the idea of having only was route of escape.

The Deck​

Panic was everywhere and people were running about trying to escape the sinking ship. It was rather troublesome that his very first cruise was going to sink into a deadly lake and he would probably die. But he knew something bad was coming, nothing good happened without some negative outcome following. So while everyone ran around frightfully, he looted a few rooms. He found some gold and expensive jewelry he pretty much picked up anything expensive and easy for him to carry. Feeling some pressure, fear and his bag getting a bit full, he decided it was time to go. Even if bad things happen to him, he was still too cowardly to face his own demise… the extra money didn’t help relieve that fear.

He made his way to the top deck and there was a define group of people that stood out, some rather familiar and then ****in’ large sea monster. He stayed back they could handle themselves just fine. He was distracted by the large monster but soon realized there were some odd characteristic to these people; tails, horns… weird costume..... lack of clothes… whatever was going on over there; he didn’t want to know. A sudden and odd sensation that couldn’t describe came over him… a strange mixture between burning intense heat and something chilling and cool like a gust of wind. He must have zone out there for a moment. When he finally regained his mind he was crouching to toward the side of the stairs and he was completely dressed in dark blue skintight outfit which he could only say it look like ninja gear. And he had a pair of dark black wings.

Despite his shocking transformation and odd feeling of power, he still didn’t get involved with any fighting or approach the other people probably in the same situation as him. Raven honestly thought it would be best to just let them deal with the hard stuff and he could reap the rewards afterwards. It was getting dangerous as the boat began to slant… crap he was going to die if that touched him.

“Foolish Sinners!” the giant sea creature bellowed out thunderous, which got his attention. “You are not each others' enemies and neither am I,” it told them, but even if that was the case doesn’t mean any of the current… ‘beings’ were trustworthy. “Your vessel fast submerges into the depths of this treacherous lake and unless you do not care to continue living, it would be wise to allow me your safe passage across...”

His target, or at least it looked like him with horns, without hesitation on the creatures back and that was other reason for Raven to catch a ride on the sea monster. He bolted on from his hiding place a leapt on him with surprisingly more ease than he thought it would be.

Other side of the Black Lake​

After one dragon ride later they were on forbidden land on the other side of the lake… then orcs surrounded him and Raven was trapped in a circle with those people that came along with the dragon sea monster.

It look like he had the actually fight now, he drew his two swords from his back flames crept down the katana’s blade. The orc closest to him felt a burning cut around his chest and another quick slice from his other blade across his neck. A couple more came charging and his stormy eyes turned to them and he held up his hand toward them and they were sliced up from what seem to be the air itself. Why he could do that or how he even knew he could do that it wasn’t known by him but it wasn’t really the time to think about it.

As back up toward the center of their now messy circle, Raven spotted from the corner of his eyes a furry and near nude chick making-up. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes in disapproval; there was no time for that… unless there was a lot of money involved.

“Get a room,” he scoffed in irritation; not that he cared if they got kill for doing pointless stuff like this when monsters are surrounding them. Another foe came charging and he prepared to attack back.

Constellation Form Reference

 

[Monster Guy]

Andre Bellamy
Leo/Greed
Leviathan’s back

Judging from the look on her face, and the way she spoke, Andre could tell this girl was interested. His grin got wider. He had made a beautiful new friend. Despite everything else that was going on, it was perfect. She seemed very eager. The girl pressed her fingers against Andre’s chest, leaning closer and whispering. “Was that an invitation? She put her body against his, knocking him down, and forcing him on his back. “Because, darling…” She moved her fingers across his chest, and not in the playful way that he had seen in movies. She was actually scratching him a little, and It was quite clear she meant business. “I accept.” And with that, she yanked him against her, chest pressed against chest as she forced a kiss on his lips.

Her fowardness had caught Andre by surprise. He wasn't expecting what had occured at all. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but be excited about this at first. Even if it was rather sudden, it was the first time someone had ever reacted in such a way to his attempts at being friendly. He thought this was going to be fun, and he almost started laughing as soon as she accepted the invitation. However he felt something was wrong the instant she put her lips to his. The movies made this kind of thing seem passionate and romantic, but this was anything but. It was only some stranger pressing her lips on his, and nothing more. There was no romance, or any kind of relationship for that matter, no passion, nothing like how he thought love would be. Still, he didn't want to lose his new friend. If she wasn't pleased, she would leave, and he'd be left all alone with these disgusting orcs. Enough people had already left him in his life, and he certainly didn't want to experience that again. So, there was only one option he could take. He shut his eyes, kissed her back, and tried to pretend like he was enjoying this. Being a Movie Star, acting was something he was used to doing, so it wasn't any different from simply playing a role. He even threw in a few groans of pleasure every now and then hoping it would make the act more convincing. Hopefully when this was finished the two of them could sort out all the details later.

It had only occured to Andre that others besides the orcs were watching them when he heard a man's voice say, “Get a room.” Andre opened his eyes to see a dark skinned, red haired man, who was also wearing a strange outfit, looking down on them with contempt for a second before preparing to strike another one of those creatures.

Andre didn't really care what this situation must have looked like to those watching. In his line of work, he had become accustomed to being in front of an audience. Besides, this other guy could have been another potential friend he could add to his collection. He pulled his mouth off of his new friend's lips, and tried to gather his composure to answer the other man's comment. Which was hard to do when you have a nearly nude woman trying to bed you sitting on top of you. "Monsieur, if you want to join us, you are free to do so." He retorted with a smirk and a wink. "After all, there is plenty of l'amour to go around."

 

[*Jean Grey*]

Evgeniya Sergeyevna Chernova
Lupus/Wrath
Leviathan's back

Evie split her throwing star into two shadowy clones again as the orcs closed in on her, before quickly slashing the orcs on either side of her, pushing two of them away. However, a blunt force from her left side knocked her down. She looked up and without hesitating, kicked the orc hard to distract him as she got up once again. Evie growled as she raised her pair of cloned stars and cross-slashed the distracted orc twice. She was getting impatient, getting angry. Fusing back Morozko to its original state, she made a final cut down the middle of the orc, the expression on her face full of feral anger, and at the same time, sadistic glee in killing. She turned around just to see the two other orcs charging at her. Sparing no chances, she threw her star at them, the freezing snowflake hitting one, but not the other. Cracking her knuckles, she then ran forward, caught the returning icy weapon and thrust it as hard as she could into the already-damaged foe. This managed to do the job, the damaged orc falling on top of the still-standing one. Evie pumped her fist into the air. The sight of the two orcs on top of each other was hilarious and Evie longed for her camera in order to take a picture of it for the kicks.

Nearby seemed to be people talking. Evie looked back and saw that it was coming from three others, right in the middle of the orc-infested area. Evie shook her head. They're damn morons! She thought, as she ran towards them. One of the males however, said something to another male that changed Evie's demeanor. Get a room. The blond with leopard ears only replied in a flirtatious way. A strange grin crossed Evie's face.

"I didn't know you two were into each other or something! Tell me guys, who's the catcher?" She laughed rather roughly as she looked back and forth at the two of them, before slapping the redhead's back twice heavy-handedly.

"Ah...it's you, man!" She announced loudly before her seafoam-colored eyes fell on the girl in their company. She looked...different, in a striking way. Long white tresses, amethyst eyes and equally amethyst-colored roses adorning parts of her thorny outfit. Where exactly did this girl fit into the equation, then?

"Fuck, wait, you're actually having a threes-..." She was however, momentarily distracted by a hacking pain erupting from behind her, followed by warm wetness. She turned around and saw that an orc had just attacked her from behind. This caused Evie to snarl before punching the orc on the face, pushing it back. She wasn't satisfied however. Blood? She wanted revenge, more blood out of that thing and wanted to make it suffer. Just like in her games of pool, even the mere prospect of losing made her very, very angry. Glaring at the beast as she growled, she froze her star and directly charged into it, slashing and stabbing at it in a fury. Her shoulder wound still hurt, but in her wrath, she ignored the pain.

"If you wanna fight, suka, you better fight like a real man!" She roared, as she continued to attack it. Pushing at the orc with both her arms, she managed to knock it down on its back, before getting on top of it to finish it off.

 

[GoldenHouou]

Miraela "Mira" Dalcascu
Orion / Lust
Leviathan’s back

Miraela couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she'd come to her senses, nor the exact event that had triggered it, but she figured it must have happened somewhere between kissing a stranger on the lips and hearing someone nearby comment on it, because when she'd first planted that kiss it had felt like such a good idea, and now... Now she just wanted to fall through the Leviathan's mighty back, sink into the murk below and die from shame. Her mind was still a bit hazy, but from what she could see - and most importantly, feel - she was sitting atop somebody who seemed to very distinctly... lack a shirt.

Tensed, beat red in the face and refusing to turn her gaze even a little to see her situation more clearly, Miraela was at a loss of words and thoughts alike. Her thoughts raced in so many different directions and the events from a minute ago kept repeating in her head like a broken film, without her being able to do anything but rewatch it all over and over again in horror. And to make matters worse and deepen her embarrassment, something inside her still wanted her to move her hands across the man's chest and reach for his neck. She refused the feeling though, and didn't move a muscle. Not like she could have, anyway. She was absolutely petrified.

"I-," she whispered with a stammer in a desperate need to say at least something to try and ease the situation, her voice growing progressively higher as she struggled to answer the man who had commented about a room. At least, she was fairly certain it was a man judging by the voice - she did not want to turn her head to see. She felt like if she could just avert eye contact, she could maybe retain at least a small portion of her dignity. Hopefully.

Well, she at least, until the guy underneath her spoke, his chest raising with his words and the sudden movement causing Miraela to flinch even worse.

"Monsieur, if you want to join us, you are free to do so." He heard the man say in a very suggestive manner. "After all, there is plenty of l'amour to go around."

She was not sure what this 'lamur' was, but be it whatever, there definitely was not plenty of it to go around. There wasn't plenty of anything to go around. And she definitely would not go around. Oh dear. Oh, if her parents ever found out about this and - how could she ever look anyone in the eye again? Especially since this man was making it worse! What if the other wanted to join? What if she agreed? What if- An-and why had the man allowed her to do such an unnatural thing in the first place?!

Panicking and not quite sure how to let out all the conflicting feelings and thoughts circling around her mind, she did the only sensible thing she could think of, the thing she was taught to do if a man ever acted promiscuous in front of her; she slapped the guy she was sitting on. It wasn't a particularly hard slap, as the white-haired woman lacked muscle and her hand was way too trembling for her to even properly aim, but it did produce a loud sound and a small red area that distantly resembled a hand in shape. As soon as she'd done that however, she realized that it probably was not the fairest thing to do, considering she'd been very active in their... exchange earlier, as well. But, well, she couldn't deny it hadn't helped her feel a bit better regardless. After all, he had still kissed her without permission, even if she had initiated it. Did... that make any sense?

She was a horrible person, wasn't she?

It was then, before she could think to apologize but after she'd regained enough of a mind to be completely aware of all the sounds and events around her, that she heard a rather loud woman also commenting on their doings on the distance. Or... at least she thought so. She could have also talked about baseball; she did mention a catcher. Either way, no-, no, she had to correct this misunderstanding right now.

So, jumping up on her feet - and almost stumbling off the Leviathan's back due to the height of the heels she landed on, she turned to face the girl, red in the face and delicate hands curled into fists.

"Yo-you have a completely wrong idea!" She tried as she faced the rather... grim-clad woman now fighting the monsters around them. Wait, the monsters around them? Monsters?!

And no sooner had she finished that thought when one of said creatures lunged at her, catching the still confused Miraela completely by surprise and smashing her on the ground without her having the time to do anything but let out a surprised, extremely high-pitched yet-still-somehow-elegant shriek, the kind only nobles knew how to do.

 

[Monster Guy]

Andre Bellamy
Leo/Greed
Leviathan’s back

During all of the commotion, from completely out of the blue, the woman gave Andre a slap to the face and left. He breathed a sigh of relief that it was all over, but he was still upset that she left. He hadn't got a chance to learn her name, let alone be her friend. He got up, and rubbed his cheek. Her slap didn't hurt that badly, but it still left a mark, and it wasn't something he was used to getting. He shrugged it off quickly, and followed her.

In the midst of all this, the darkly dressed woman from the party earlier appeared and made comments about what they had been doing. Andre was glad for the attention, even if this wasn't how he wanted to get it. Any publicity was good publicity after all. He began to walk over to where the two females were standing, and was about to say something, when suddenly the white haired one was grabbed by one of those monsters and thrown on the ground...

Selena Diana Artemis
Cancer/Pride
Leviathan’s back

Selena had spent a good of time keeping these orcs at bay, and the fatigue began to show on her face. That wasn't going to keep her from asking any of these commoners for help... She blasted a stream of water from her scepter at one of the orcs, when she heard an extremely high pitched shriek. Selena looked to find the source of the sound, and saw white haired young woman being pushed down by another creature. Selena shook her head in disgust watching the scene. While she was distracted, one of the creatures lunged at her and pushed her into the black lake.

After a few minutes, a pillar of white, bubbling poisonous, liquid oozed from the lake and slowly flowed in front of the white haired girl who was being accosted by one of the red monsters. The liquid reformed back into Selena, and she sot a strong jet of water that pushed the monster back. "Hmph, these things clearly don't have any brains if they think they have a chance at besting me."

Selena then turned back at the white haired girl who was cowering behind her, and glared at her. "Oh for goodness sake, that was pitiful. Whatever it is you are trying to do, you are doing it wrong!" She said coldly. "If you're going to allow these... whatever they are to get the better of you, then you may as well jump in the lake right now and drown. The last thing I need is useless people like you holding me back."

Andre Bellamy
Leo/Greed
Leviathan’s back

Right before Andre had a chance to do anything, a dark haired young woman in a crown and a white dress materialized out of the water in between the orc, and his new acquaintance. This new girl was just as pretty as the others he had seen so far. This was definitely shaping up to be an interesting night. He walked in the middle of the two girls. "Now now mademoiselles, there's no need to fight." He put on a charming smile as he put one arm around the dark haired girl, and offered his free hand to the other one. "It's clear that neither of us are in our proper state of mind. Perhaps, I should invite you to stay at my home for the night when this is all over. I have more than enough room to accommodate all of you comfortably. Perhaps, I can take you two shopping in the afternoon. I have enough Gold pieces to buy you anything you wish. And perhaps after everything is said and done, the three of us can be..." His grin grew even bigger, and his eyes lit up. "friends! Ce serait génial!"

The dark haired turned a bright shade of red for a second before releasing herself from his grip, and slapping Andre across the cheek. She wasn't much of a hard hitter, but it still stung. "I beg your pardon?! But I don't need any of your charity. For your information, I have plenty of my own money, and am perfectly capable of taking care of myself!" And with that, she stormed off in a huff.

Andre rubbed his cheek once again, and looked at her quizzically. Why was everyone slapping him today? Obviously, there must have been something in the food. Nevertheless, he kept a smirk on his face. He knew she'd be back.

 

[InnerFlame]

Raven Whitaker
Gemini/Greed
On a monster's back... I suppose


“Monsieur, if you want to join us, you are free to do so.” The man stopped his little love session to call out to him, he assumed; Raven didn’t even bother to look back toward the male furry. “After all, there is plenty of l’amour to go around.” Seriously, what’s up with him getting hit on by guys? …Damn homos… or bisexual in this case. The twenty-three year old man cut down another orc that was threatening his life. He slung some blood on the blade off.

Just from how his replied to his statement the redhead knew, this was a person he definitely wanted no involvement with more than the rest. He was already grinding on his nerves with all his stupid love innuendo crap and he known him for barely ten seconds. The dark-skinned ninja decided to just give the annoyance the cold shoulder. Giving him an unfriendly glare as his response, he then put more distance between them as some chick started to make some stupid comment. Hopefully he could take a hint keep his ‘l’amour’ away from him; he had no time or desire for that pointless nonsense.

He ducked down out of view the best he could and his black wings folded around his thin frame; he decided he would let these guys do most of the grunt work. Why do so much labor with little gain when there were perfectly capable people to do for him. From where he was avoiding the fight he watched the furry get slapped twice, which he hundred percent thought that he desired. But a slight interest was formed… as this guy, by the way he talked, had to have quite a bit of money… However, Raven hated his kind of people the most, those friendly and happy types... the blond was clingy too, ugh. But, he made a note to use him when he needed something. For now, he would keep the furry on a no talking basis unless he absolutely has too.

 

[GoldenHouou]

Miraela "Mira" Dalcascu
Orion / Lust
Leviathan’s back

The first dozen or so thoughts rushing through Miraela's head as she was being pinned down by the orc all had to do with disgus; she felt disgusted by the monster's touch and weight, by its breath, the feel of its sickly skin, everything, and the noble truly prayed her clothes or - god forbid - her hair wouldn't be tainted by the creature beyond repair. The monster's breath in particular grew worse and worse by the minute as it seemed to grow excited over seizing it prey, and the lake below Miraela was forced to view as the fiend tried to push her down from the ride seemed anything but hygienic as well. Above and underneath, she was truly surrounded by disgusting things all around, and the realization made her flinch and freeze. This was a situation she had never found herself in before. Just this morning she had been on her usual hunt for prey like always, and the next she found herself involved in something completely surreal. She hated this. Loathed it.

Where in the world were her servants?!

The monster tried to strangle her. It touched her neck! In panic, Miraela reached for her bow, hand shaking and eyes closed so as to not have to look at the wretched mug of her attacker. Ew. Just... ew, ew, ew, no matter where she looked, everything was unsightly.

To the point it made her blood boil.

Were it not for the white-clad woman suddenly appearing in front of her and blasting the orc away from her with a particularly powerful stream of water, Miraela would have surely succumbed back to being controlled by her deity and ran an arrow straight through the creature's head. As things were however, she simply shook her head a few times in rapid succession, rushing to sand and rub at her limbs and body as if to chase away whatever dirt her attacker had left. At the same time, she distanced herself from her sudden savior and the orc now trying to crawl back towards them to finish what it had started. Not that it stood much of a chance - the woman in front of her seemed fully confident she could handle come what may. It was rather admirable.

Still, to be saved like this... it did not exactly sit well with the young woman, not after she had worked so hard to fare on her own. She had even wished for her servants, long gone, left behind in her childhood home, to come and help her. Now what had that been? Ah, well, at least her savior was someone who, judging by her clothes and poise, was of rather high social standing and possessed some form of taste when it came to clothing, quite unlike the dark, grotesque woman and the shirtless man from earlier. In fact, Miraela would have even offered this woman her gratitude and possibly a curtsy for saving her, had she not opened her mouth and suddenly spoken like a common ruffian.

"If you're going to allow these... whatever they are to get the better of you, then you may as well jump in the lake right now and drown. The last thing I need is useless people like you holding me back."

Miraela was at a loss for words. Never before had anyone spoken that rudely to her. Well... there had been the occasional bandit she'd come across during the short time she'd spent living on her own, but most definitely nobody who looked as proper and refined as this woman. It was confusing and just a bit frustrating, eating away at the pride of a noble she still unconsciously possessed. And so before she realized it, Miraela had taken a step forward, head held high like she had suddenly been placed back into the fine marble floors of the mansion she was born in.

"I beg your pardon," she began, both voice and expression steady, yet just barely revealing she was both rather hurt and fairly annoyed by what the other had said. This behavior made no sense to her at all. If the woman was truly rich and high-class, surely she would have been taught manners? As such was not the case, Miraela could only guess she was a commoner instead. That would explain it, and the possibility made her calm down a tad. Perhaps the poor girl just didn't know better?

"That is absolutely no way to speak to those better than you," Miraela said, not quite noticing the possible tone of condescension her words carried. After all, she had been taught that she was better than the common folk - she did not think to question it, particularly not after being talked so rudely to. "Beautiful as your clothes and face may be, without manners you are no better than beggars. It's what my mother always taught me, and it's advice you would do best to keep in mind as well."

By this point her tone was lecturing and just a tad pitying, resembling that of a teacher gently reprimanding an ill-behaved student. She knew the tone well - after all, her etiquette teacher had made it a point to speak in no other tone during all her young life.

"I do thank you for saving me, however." Miraela offered a curt nod and a smile. She did not want to intimidate the poor girl. "And I also commend you for your power. I'm sure that if you would just take the time to learn your etiquette, you would make for one rather pleasant young lady."

Miraela had no time to say anything more, however, as a few orcs drew closer once again and she had to ready her bow.