[EVENT] scream! this is halloween

[FINN FINNIGAN]

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The night had started peaceful enough, or as peaceful as a giant masquerade could be. It was Castelia, one of Unova's largest cities, holding a giant Halloween celebration, albeit a little over a week late. It was originally supposed to have been held in Goldenrod, in Johto, but complications with plastic wrap forced it to be relocated. Castelia was quick to snatch up the option of hosting the party, and so it went on as planned, despite heavy ranger protest.

Anyone who was anyone was there that night, socializing and rubbing shoulders with some of the PokeWorld's best. Best and worst, rather, as with the illfated summer party, rebels had infliltrated the guest list. It was a costume party, so no identities were given away as the mixed and mingled, downing drinks, telling jokes, and pretending that not one of them had a hidden dark side that was merely waiting for the chance to strike.

Finn Card, magician and coordinator extraordinaire, was there, entertaining those who she was sure were her coordinating friends with stories of her latest competition. But as she told the story, as she gestured wildly, with her typical flourishes, her blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for people she knew were going to be there. All the higher up rebels were there, waiting, waiting for something, some sign they all knew was coming. She didn't see Eli or Dami, but she knew they were there. They were the reason everyone was there.

But even she didn't know just what they were waiting for. It was a secret from even her, even though she knew Dami as well as she did, even though she was part of the Shadow Triad that reported directly to Lirael now. And even she wasn't expecting the scream that shattered the general upbeat vibe of the night.

A woman ran screaming from teh hallway to the bathrooms, pale as a ghost and obviously upset. The entire crowd had their attention on her, and quickly whispers began to circulate through the party, about blood, about bodies, about murders. Finn frowned, partly not liking the attention taken off of her, but partly because she knew that couldn't have been what they were all called together for. There were too many different branches of rebels wandering about, too many different jobs for it to have been about a few murders. There were hitmen in the group for just that case. Not many, mind you, as murder was never the answer, but enough. And there was one off to her left, with his telltale streaked hair.

No, there had to be something more, and as Finn looked about, the party was rocked with its second tragedy of the night, as water burst through the doors and windows, quickly beginning to flood the entire ballroom. There were shouts from some of the guests who were pushed and dragged by the rushing water, cries from the ladies who had their costumes ruined, and a bout of laughter from Finn, who had immediately climbed into a Ditto!Boat. Well, this was a bit more like it. The chaos, the panic, this was a bit more rebelish, though surely if this is all it had been, there would have been some sort of warning...

And she still hadn't seen her Dami, let alone her twins. She wasn't positive that Nick and Nate were going to show up, but she knew Dami had to have been there. She'd seen Jamie, after all, and he was only a mere grunt worker. He wouldn't have been here without Damion, of that she was sure. So where was he...?[/div]

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[LIRAEL KIBETH]

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=aeaeae][atrb=width,440px, true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-bottom: #000000 dotted 1px; border-right: #000000 dotted 1px;] don't worry darling, He splashed water upon his face, looking at his expression in the mirror warily. His mask, a mere thin stretch of rubber and plastic, lay by the counter, discarded for the moment. He wore a black suit to match the mask, his hair dyed a similar dark shade for the occasion. No one else was in the bathroom, the screams and shouts of terror outside would be enough to at least grab the attention of any possible people who would think of using the bathroom at such a time. Elijah sighed, pinching between his eyes as a wave of fatigue rushed through him, he stood still as he waited for it pass, gripping onto the cold counter. It always did, pass that was, though it took longer and longer the less rested he felt. It had been... five, no, seven days since he had last slept. He was running purely on coffee, probably a gallon of the sweet caffeine for the week, and red bull. But even those were lose their effect on him. No matter. It'll be over soon anyway. Ahh yes, the planned carnage, rumors and other fun little things that were to happen tonight. So they had decided to finally come out, to announce their malice to the word. At that he smiled. It had been quite some time since he had openly admitted he was the admin of the notorious group. This ought to be exciting. He was prepared for tonight, of course. His gun, .45 caliber, remained hidden underneath his dinner coat, right next to his usual pack of cigarettes. With those in mind, he pushed himself off the counter, placed on his mask once more, and went out. He almost laughed at the sight before him. A smile showed on his face nonetheless, his eyes suddenly wide at the scene before him. Darkness covered the room, the only source of light came from emergency lamps or the hazardous sparking cable. The water, despite the dark, seemed stained of a darker, heavier, substance. Blood, he realized after a moment, his smile grew wider before softening into a chuckle. Oh yes, this would be a night people would remember. A flash of dark seemed to shift through the air, but Elijah already knew what it was. Zillah, his Murkrow, the one he had ordered to keep an eye on things. Well, he had to keep security up. And despite the fact that there were quite a group of rebels among the aristocrats, none of them could fly like the dark bird could. The water continued to creep closer and closer to his heels, and he had no choice to climb to the second floor balcony, else get his leather shoes wet, possibly destroyed by the water. But that suited him fine, the view from above much better that the shielded one he had from below. From up top, he could see several people struggling from the pouring water, others huddled together in tight groups in fear, while bodies in the water, surrounded by the wavy red puddle that was their own blood. Shot, stabbed, slashed, hacked, he could imagine the ways they had died, one more gruesome than the next. "How's everyone enjoying the party?" He maniacal grin on his face, the usual boisterous voice he used with others contained and cold despite the smile, as he spoke with clarity. "I know I am." He continued, sounding a bit softer, as if he were talking about fluffy puppies. "Rebels." He hissed, tightening his grip on the balcony railing and taking a step closer to the edge. "A minor threat, most have deemed us but... You've see what we can do." He gestured to the carnage, his actions light, whimsical even. "And I assure you, we can do much more." He hopped backwards, back on the balcony, and chuckled to himself. Let them think what they wanted. In the end, it wouldn't matter. › words 656 › tags erm, everyone? 8U › notes aljdklfjaksf, took me so long, I hope its understandable at least. ;; elijah just being all weird, nbd, nothing strange. › creds tis be from zetta [img src=""""] i hate me too.

[DAMION RACHER]

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Everything else faded into the background with a single sound as Damion's eyes narrowed almost in concentration. Longing too, longing to make someone scream again, to feel the power that came with holding a life steadily in his hands. Life or death, it was his decisiona and his alone. Misery's eyes gleamed a horrific red beside him, her pale fur contrasting sharply with Damion's own black clothing. As light as he'd chosen darkness for this particular scene. Her body pressed against his legs, teeth showing as she hissed and growled quietly as people continued to move about them. This was where everything was headed, chaos. If there was a single thing missing from the evening, it was blood. If only it had been running as freely as the water would, running over his hands, flowing between his fingers. If only it was a blood bath, built on nothing more than cold murder and watching people cry and scream while they tried to stem the flow. He'd always wondered, if when the blood started to run, did people see their memories trickle before them? Did they watch their meaningless lives trickle away to be wiped clean by a little water - baking soda too, when the stain was deep - or did they mourn how little they had done? Did they feel an awe in his power to take it away, the very thing they held dear above all? Or did they simply cling and scream with fear as the unknown darkness crept towards them to embrace them. Cling hard to your soul. When I'm done, it's all you'll have left. Lean fingers adjusted the black mask across his eyes, blue eyes sweeping over the crowd of people below even as Lirael moved to the top of the stairs. Misery growled instantly, blood-red eyes fixing on the other trainer until Damion's hand rested ever so lightly against her head. The growling stopped, her gaze darting up to her still distracted trainer. "Don't you think everything would look better in red, Misery?" He whispered, barely restraining himself from licking his lips at the thought. If only things could move along already-- The sneer that had settled on Damion's usually cold features shifted instantly, a genuine smile taking place of the other. There were times Damion wondered how he worked, how he could so easily open himself up to another human when the potential for hurt was so strong. Then Elijah started talking and suddenly he understood again. It was in that smile, it was in the way he spoke so softly, coaxing his audience to listen -- Damion certainly was. Clinging on to every word as he stood nearby, a step and a half behind him. His gaze rarely flickered to Lirael, though even he had to admit she didn't look like the giant pain in his backside that she was in the gown she was wearing... Apparently, even Lirael could clean up nicely enough for the occassion. "Minor? I don't think they ever considered us minor.. Perhaps a passing phase, though?" Damion added, almost purring his words while he looked around, trying to keep his gaze moving and not focusing too much on Eli. It was through that movement, that he saw Jamie. Anyone watching the Rebel second in command would have seen the brief moment of pure worry, and panic that took over his expression. Blue eyes widened, lips pressed into a thin line as his shoulders tensed quickly. "Stay with Eli, Misery." Just like that, the expression was gone and Damion was moving away from the other two leaders, footsteps sure and steady as he made his way around other people. Strange how when you combined two of his favourite things, the reaction was panic and not pleasure. Jamie and blood never meant good things. "Jamie?" Damion's footsteps slowed, coming to a pause before his older brother. All his life, Jamie had been the one to pull him back from that very edge of insanity, the one to remind him what it was like to be held and comforted when things hurt. The one who said it was alright to cry when everyone else told him it wasn't. The one person he could fall asleep next to and know he was completely and utterly safe. Who never judged, who never questioned, and was a steady platform on which Damion depended on in the rolling ocean of the bloodlust that plagued him. Another step closer, almost cautiously, blue eyes seeking his brother's for some kind of indication that it was alright to approach. "Jamie, it's alright now. Whatever happened, it's alright now. Just come here," His voice had taken on the soft purring, coaxing voice that he used with those who shied away from the stories about him. There was a difference there, though, in that Damion's tone for Jamie was softer. Warmer. "Just a little closer, big brother. I'll protect you." One more step, his hand reaching out very slowly to offer it to Jamie. Normally, Damion was the one being protected, but on occasion that changed. He never minded, never at all. "I'll protect you, Jamie." [/style]MADE BY KIWII AT BTN

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