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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 16:45:50 GMT -5
| D eslegrate et intervalia. This was the magical incantation that activated the magical phoenix gate and transported the warrior Varian Black of Avalon or as he called himself Leather Wing in a ball of magical flame from his new home in Cite de la Cloche into a brand new world and more specifically in front of a large dark castle covered in vines and stone gargoyles like those of the magical island of Avalon except these gargoyles did not seem to be alive due to the fact that it was night and they were still stone. As Varian exited the portal of flame which lit up the night sky he spread out his large wings to catch the rather cold current of wind and used it to glide down to the ground below him while slipping the phoenix gate into the leather pouch hooked to his right side. As Varian touched down at the bottom of the castle's entry stairway he flexed his wings before using the small claws on the tops of them to hook them to the back's of his armors shoulder guards so that they hung like a large cape. Once that was done Varian climbed the stairs and pressed his claws to the door and slowly pushed it open so that he may gain entry. As he walked inside the warrior took note of the torn tapestries and rugs as well as the inherent magic that filled the air much like it did his own home causing him to become cautious. "There was sorcery here no doubt about it. Either the castle is empty or something very wrong and very bad took place."As Varian spoke his thick Scottish accent seemed to echo through the empty entry way of the castle. Despite the rather depressing feel of the place it reminded the young human gargoyle of King Oberon's own castle. If anyone was still living here he needed to find them and find out what transpired here. This place seemed like a prime target for the heartless and that wasn't good. "Hello!? Is anyone here? I do not mean to intrude upon your home. I believe I was sent here to be of assistance."As Varian waited for an answer he thought about one of the phrases that his mentors made sure to always repeat whenever Varian thought of leaving the island which he always said aloud. "Avalon's magic doesn't send ye where you want to go,but where you need to be." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 20:05:11 GMT -5
A voice permeated the echoing darkness of his torn castle foyer like stench permeated the air. The castle's master found himself in the library with a thick tome unfolded in his lap, it's scent of old pages and very faint mildew usually a comfort to quell the monster. He didn't dare bother Belle in his mood. The rose was still missing and every time he thought about it, it infuriated him! Hearing the voice of a stranger that didn't mean to intrude beyond the old bricks couldn't have come a worse time...for whoever happened to be in that foyer.
A low growl deepened in the Beast's chest as he slammed shut his book releasing a plume of dust into the air. With that the Beast surged out into the hall, padded feet pounding over carpet as thick as a blanket to deal with this new intruder. He moved in the shadows appearing much like a gargoyle himself. After all this castle and he were practically one in the same.
He didn't bother with stairs and as the castle's front door seemed to shut behind the boy with purpose, the Beast lunged! Just before he made his leap from the shadows the Beast registered what was said. Just what did this BOY think he knew? A padded monsterous palm reached for the stranger's throat followed by an impact on moment alone as the Beast skidded to a halt that could knock over a train if it needed to. "Assist me How?!" he snarled, wild blue eyes bulging, tusk like teeth bared. "Who are you? What are you doing here?! This is MY castle. MY home!" and he'd had ENOUGH of people showing up in it. The rose was gone!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 21:11:03 GMT -5
| I seemed that Varian's hunch was correct in the fact that the massive castle had been touched by some sort of sorcery at least if the large beast like creature rushing toward him was any indication. As the beast like creature jumped at him to try and pin him down Varian quickly summoned his stone guardian keyblade,braced himself and then held it out horizontally and used all of the strength he had as the beast collided with the backside of the blade to shove him back. Varian then spread out both of his wings and quickly held out the phoenix gate for the beastly creature to see. "I was sent here through this magical artifact! It sends me not where I want to go but where I need to be. As you can see I am a keyblade wielder and am apparently tasked with keeping peace and balance in all of the worlds I am sent too. I don't know what I was sent here to help with but if you will please not attack me again and just talk to me maybe we can figure it out and I can be on my way."Once Varian's wings were spread for the beast to view as well as his claws he relaxed his wings and hooked them to his shoulder guards so that they hung down his back like a cape. He then slipped the magical artifact back into it's leather pouch on his right hip but kept his keyblade at the ready just in case. "I am Varian Black of the magical island of Avalon and as you've seen a keyblade wielder. I can see that like myself you and this entire castle have been touched by sorcery. Magic is the lifeblood of my island so maybe given enough information I could help you with what ever your problem is. It's either that or you attack me again. What will it be sir." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 17:37:16 GMT -5
It was not a person that the Beast collided with at all, but a blade, a Keyblade no less! He was shoved back stumbling a few steps with way less effort than it should have taken from some pipsqueak, but he was not really that surprised when his eye beheld the reason. This was not the prince’s first run-in with the power of a keyblade. The boy held out some elaborate looking centerpiece and the Beast lowered fuzzy brows at it. It looked like it could spout fire. The boy went on about how this ‘artifact’ had brought him here and that because he was a keyblader her was here to help ‘keep peace.’ Peace. The concept alone was infuriatingly abstract to someone as cursed as him. What an insult! His castle, his servants, his body! All of it cursed and with only one fix and the Beast was running out of time!
The boy went on again, introducing himself by name and to that the Beast folded his arms, a low threatening growl sounding in the deepest parts of his chest. This kid was trying his patience with his uptight certainty that he could be of any use to the Prince! ”I don’t know you..." His eyes moved with disdain from one wing to the other then to the claws for a moment before he continued speaking. "I don't even know what you are! And I don’t have any problem you can help me with. I’m TIRED of you and every other intruder thinking you can just walk in to my castle so you can take that stupid artifact and GET! OUT!” he snarled at the boy, his cloak whirling out behind him as he pivoted and turned to stalk out, his grumbling more like the growl of a canine as he made his way to the foyer stairs. His eyes moved up toward the east wing balcony and a large taloned paw lifted to scratch uncomfortably at the fur on the back of his horned head. Belle probably wouldn’t think he’d handled that very well.
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Post by Belle on Sept 26, 2018 13:15:53 GMT -5
Adventure in the Great Wide Somewhere
What's all the Noise?//---//---//@beast @varianblack
The loud noises and roaring awakened Belle from slumber. She hadn't meant to fall asleep; in fact she had been pacing the room trying to think of plans or ways to help get the Rose back. She had exhausted pretty much every theory she could come up with, down to the last details, and still nothing had come through. She had meant to rest for only a moment, to relieve a headache that had formed from her exhaustive effort. It had not just been brought on by trying to figure out a plan, however, but also her concern for her Love and his anxiety, and the stress of knowing someone had intruded upon their solace, desecrated what she had felt was a secure and secluded home far from prying eyes and invasive people. Apparently not..
Rubbing tired eyes, Belle slid off the bed and opened the door, quietly making her way down the hallway as she realized that this could be a serious situation; had someone once more invaded their home? Her mind recalled Xaldin, that terrible man, who had shown up a few times, and tried to make Beast lose himself to darkness in sheer rage. It had been awful to witness, but Sora had come to help calm Beast down. And then there was the time he had tried to make Beast choose between her and his Rose; he had not been expecting her to fight him.
Her steps quickened, and she reached the railing to look down into the grand hall, seeing Beast and a stranger there, almost as if they had been about to fight, except that Beast was looking up the stairs. Had he thought she might hear? She was not sure what the situation was but just at the moment she was not inclined to chide the Beast on temper. She did not have any information regarding the apparent encounter below, as she rapidly descended the stairs to stand by Beast. Perhaps he was right, in this instance, to be as angry as he seemed to be. And perhaps not...time would tell.
She patted Beast's arm with a gentle, reassuring hand, before looking to the intruder and taking measure of him. He certainly was not a normal being (if anything could be seen as 'normal'), and his manner of speaking seemed strange, foreign. Not from this world, or any she knew; she supposed there were several other unknown worlds out there, but why was he here, then? She stayed beside Beast, keeping an eye on both of them.
"Flaring tempers lead to pointless fighting. Perhaps you should explain your presence here. We have already been disturbed by others before, and they were not welcome;they came with ill intent."
Her tone was careful, defensive, even, but not rude. She was not scolding or condemning, rather, she was conveying a warning that deviance, fighting, or misbehavior would not be taken lightly; in fact, she was pretty certain that any step out of line would be rebuked by Beast..and rightly so. This was his castle, his domain, after all. Trespassers should beware provoking retaliation, for their own safety.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2018 19:10:01 GMT -5
Though Belle did not just come right out and scold him for his inhospitable manner as he expected her to, she did come down the stairs to place a hand over his arm. The calming was gradual but visibly the Beast did seem to stop and think a bit on the situation at hand. Belle assumed the Beast was growing too angry to have this conversation twice and typically she would have been right...but the rose was gone, the mirror would not show him its whereabouts and he was out of options and ideas on how to find it. He'd tasted what it was like to be human again. He'd held Belle in his arms...but then something seemed to happen. The skies went dark again, his servants regressed into their object forms, and he...awoke from the floor of his chambers to see a brand new full bloom on the table by the balcony and he, one again a clawed beast with a seething temperament that he just couldn't seem to keep under control. The Enchantress was nowhere to be found in all this either.
The Beast sighed a low breathy rumble like a coming storm on the horizon and he turned to face both the stranger and Belle as opposed to having his back to them. "He claims to have been brought by a magical artifact to help us..." his eyes flickered to Varian then as though he was still having trouble really believing what the stranger told him. The Beast had been approached by strangers clad in dark clothing about how to 'solve his problems' before. "...because the castle has been touched by sorcery." Belle would understand why the Beast was reluctant to trust any stranger that just walked in claiming to have the answers.
"I don't think we need any more strangers in our life, so I'm not going to tell you again. Take your artifact with you..." He stomped toward the stranger grabbing him by the collar with one massive paw, and ripping open the door the foyer with the other. "And Get. Out!" He hurled the light young man out into the courtyard in the rain. It went against everything he was meant to understand, every lesson the enchantress was trying to teach him by what she'd done to him...but he'd learned to love and he'd earned that love in return. Belle told him every day in the way she smiled at him, yet here he stood, a Beast. He'd trust no more strangers. Not today. Not any day, and he CERTAINLY didn't plan to trust any magical artifacts either.
[The Beast slams the door shutting out the intruder]
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