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~Reckoning~

Post by CielloRegalo on Wed Feb 03, 2016 7:41 pm

It had been a few months since the petite monster came to RedPointe for sanctuary. Shortly after her arrival she bore healthy twin boys. First born, Sillent Sune'ere Zerephan whom was named after Angelo's grandfather and a one of his close friends; or so Ciello understood. Second born, Angelo Aaron Zerephan. Ciello intended for the boy to carry on his fathers name in hopes he could someday make clean the name of his father. Until that day though, the name would hang on the boy like an ugly sign. This is the very clouded and cruel opinion of the infants mother at least. No, Ciello and Angelo never truly loved each other though they tried. In the end all that sorrow and betrayal and loss will carry on in the next generation. She had no legal right to give them their fathers last name for they never married. And while they would carry the blood of Regalo, Excellence, they would carry the Zerephan name first and foremost.

Like the monster she is, it took no time at all for Ciello to abandon the infants after they were born. Left in the care of the girls of RedPointe to feed, clothe, bathe and protect while the wild momma went out to do whatever it is Ciello's do in the wild. Every few days or week though she would return and come back to purr and coddle the infants and whisper wonderful and terrible things into their forming minds. There was motherly instinct there and it showed itself at times but equally she hated the little reminders of the man that got himself killed. Not strong enough.

Today she was at RedPointe and as usual she tried to take her litter outside into the wild like the animal she is. The tiny mother sat out on a blanket with the twins crawling away in either direction and big sister Meryl climbing on Ciel only to float a few inches and land again. A tether was tied to the girl while the boys are constantly picked up  and adored one at a time before set down so she can save the other boy from crawling too far off the blanket into the cold wet grass. Gentle nomming of fingers came and went without incident to everyones relief. After all, Ciel did try to eat Sillent's hand a week after he was born. Postpartum Depression doesn't go over well with Ciello.

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Re: ~Reckoning~

Post by War Torn on Wed Feb 03, 2016 8:17 pm

Sillent:

{When theres a fence, dont go through it on the get go.}

As the line above says, do that. Unless you are sure there are no hazards and a place is abandoned, then go in, but this wasnt one of those cases. Nope, not at all. There was a beaten path as one could assume, and in the dead of Winter, it was followed by a man. A old man at that. He wasnt alone, or no, there was a small entourage of old man, young man, young boy, and family hound, half were at a makeshift 'camp', and about half of them were at the mentioned gate.

Every ranch of sorts had a gate or entrance, but one Sillent Xavier Zerephan wasnt one to push his luck, given who he was and what his name meant, what it could evoke. It was the reason he stood right outside of the ranch itself, gripping one of the gates bars and looking over. He wasnt going to risk getting harried, yelled at, etc, not for this, no. Behind him was both a trump card and someone who needed to be here for this, like his Great Grandfather.

El Tentazoin Zerephan tilted his head up a bit, half upnodding to Sillent and half sniffing the air. A highly biologically trained nose sniffed things out in the cold wind and he suddenly shifted his head back into place and nodded. Sillent nodded in turned and turned his head around, looking outward over the large Ranchland. A frown was on his face, like always.

“Good to know.”

Muttered. The two waited for someone for now. Simple as that. Bravado was not needed or wanted her, especially considering such 'delicacy' that was involved in the matter.

“There a buzz comm or somethin'?”

Said El. Sillent looked about for a half moment before shrugging. Directions were nice but details for cautions were never given, aw well.
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Re: ~Reckoning~

Post by Røse on Thu Feb 04, 2016 3:22 am

Rose was also doing as Rose usually does— it was an unusually temperate day for the season. There was only a little snowpack on the ground and they’d gotten to a temp ten or more degrees above the freezing point. Ciello wasn’t alone in keeping an eye on a few little bairns: one of two of the ranch wards were doing crafts on the ranch house’s wraparound porch; spilling glitter and cheap school-tier glue all over the old and sturdy cedarwood. It would be easy to clean, but, that didn’t make it  any less irritating.

Just as Rose was beginning to go into an old timey internal rant about how much she hated children but was surely a saint to put up with them she recalled that she had one of her own. Old habits die hard and especially for naturally insular and possibly even hateful people. But no bone in her body could drudge up the slightest bit of hatred for Odine, only three months old, who lay in a bassinet next to the near ancient rocking chair the willowy femme had seized. Every now and then Rose checked per instinct on her child’s well being— looking over her honey brown skin and her crown of lighter strawberry blond hair providing an exotic contrast.

The half Djinn or ‘Nepenthe’, a unique  species born specifically of a full blooded Siila Djinn and one of the Fae (or related), was also keeping an eye on Ciello and her boys. Something about the small woman put her off. She was a bit strange but nothing anymore offputting than what she’d seen pass through these lands a thousand times. But it was more like the woman just wasn’t wired the same as anyone she’d ever met before. She reminded her of an animal— and not a domesticated one. And yet, she was also often prim and as fascinating as she was dainty. Sophonax, bafflingly, seemed to love her.

While Rose had her issues which children, Ciello seemed to play with them more like kittens here and there. Where did she go in those long spells? Was it because she didnt care or just that she understood and trusted that the denizens of the Redpointe compound would make sure her boys were well taken care of?

As there were acres of cleared land between the ranch home and the beginning of the wild, confiferous woodlands and behind them, the Taiga, it wasn’t difficult to keep a little bit of an eye on the quartet and if not visually, the wards would track their every move. Rose, born into the relevant bloodline to be in tune with them simply tracked them mentally and spacially; the light behind her eyes flashing with images of them every time they passed one of the Conduits or breached one of the harmless wards.


Until two people unfamiliar to them also breached one of the wards. “Gwenna! Bring the 30.0.6. Got comp’ny. Shit. Com-Pan-Ee Rose was every bit Sophonax’s daughter by blood and yet seemed mortified every time her natural twang came out. It wasn’t as strong as the Matron’s but she couldnt sit on it successfully at all times.

A bit of skittering inside of the house before a small, deathly pale person of questionable gender but obviously beauty and delicacy nearly stumbled out of the front door. Rose tied dark hair that shone like a gasoline puddle into knot, instructed the two girls still on the porch to mind their manners and yell at her if Odine began to sound off and took off for the stables. Both she and Gwenna made it to the stables in quick time, set their saddles and loaded their shooters before taking off toward the pines.


There was indeed a beaten path leading up to the ranch and only those truly in the know knew how to find it. But security was never something to be taken lightly with so many resources, good hunting, service animals and vulnerable souls concentrated in one place.

The old man and a much younger fellow were greeted at the gate by what looked like two young women on horseback (they might have to do a double take at Gwenna and their confusing bonestructure and wispy, soft silver hair), the one addressing them the spitting image of a young Sophonax with wide pale platinum irises that were a touch too large for proportion. As if a different animals eyes had been introduced into her skull.

“Howdy there. Help y’a—….you all?” she’d say; not brandishing the 30.0.6 special but holding it easily over her lap. “You come up this far and don’t get lost, means you knew where you were headed." All this from the back of the Equus Helios, the black and horned over-sized warhorses that even Celesin had been impressed enough with to purchase for each of their weird warlord space knights.

Rose was less impressive with muddy feet and shins, an old indigo prairie skirt and a camisole stained with baby refuse. "If you're looking for the Matron, she ain't here. 'Per usual."
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Re: ~Reckoning~

Post by CielloRegalo on Thu Feb 04, 2016 1:53 pm

Twin boys and baby girl were bundled up for the cold but Ciel sat in an oversized dress with pelt lining her slender neck and a belt cinched up at the waist to give her some sort of form beneath it all. No shoes were worn, never were. Honestly she preferred the cold and the numbing effect it had on her nerves. Since Meryl was born however, her ability to keep herself warm was lost as the gift passed onto the child.

Sillent and Angelo equally had a share of their mothers gathered abilities muddled together with traits from their father. To a staggering degree, Ciello could nurture specific traits while they all grew in the womb. The boys potential had not yet shown itself but Meryl was exactly what Ciel had intended. The little girl with dark blue eyes and light brown hair was gathered up in Ciel's grasp with hands about the girls skull to look over her face with scrutiny. Meryl blinked in a harsh flinching manner while pursing her little eyebrows together. The girl had been subject to her mothers cruelty and experimentation many times in her short life thus far and despite the girls attempt to find her own mother comforting she did in the end start to cry.

Having an audience of care takers did not dissuade Ciello from doing what she does. The woman did not care to be a good mother not comprehend the insult and embarrassment she should feel by not being one. These were her creations to do with what she wanted. Sell, torture, train, brain wash, hoard. Or use selfishness as tiny security blankets now and then when the world came crashing down inside her all over again.

Rose called out to Gwenna and the women readied up to head for the gate. The platinum head of the monster mother did perk but only to watch the impressive Equus Helios thunder off across the terrain. Meryl cried then the twins started to cry in turn while Ciel focused on where the two were heading. Slowly the brain dusted off functions left unused for weeks and weeks.

The feeling of something about to go wrong was there in the back of her mind. Ciel wanted to know why, to foresee it and know what to do. But her psyche was so tired of the game of life and found nothing when she reached out to see farther then what her blue gray eyes could see on the horizon. "Cease." She whispered to her crying young and moved a hand to clasp over Meryl's mouth. The girls airway was not cut off but the sight was certainly cruel nonetheless. That sound grated on her and tugged at the strings of maternal instinct. It hurt, saddened and because of those feelings she was becoming angry. She did not want to care about these little tools of war.

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Re: ~Reckoning~

Post by War Torn on Thu Feb 04, 2016 2:09 pm

Sillent:

{Meetings first.}

It didnt take long, thankfully. Sillents head tilted and he squinted at the approaching entourage. El stepped forward, removing his glasses in the process and putting them in his dress coat. For a second Sillent tilted his head to El.

“She isnt.”

Sillent nodded and turned back, just as Rose and co encroached and spoke. Sillent nodded and stepped back, clearing his voice. Said voice was gruff to say the least, steely, but not hostile in the slightest.

“You'd be right, and we dont mean or intend any harm.”

Always get that out of the way first, especially when it came to being noticed on the spot and warhorses which werent the average. A brief glance was given to the Redpointe specialty beasts before  Sillent continued.

“We're aware, or were guided here to find one Ciello Regallo, might go by Tier as well. We took a map drawn from Nexxian City to here and well...”

His head turned to El, who had taken the time to slowly pace forward, hands in his pockets, eyes moving from Rose, her accomplice then back to rose. Els voice was strangely soft yet pitched high enough to hear, and his eyes held a strange sort of constant neutral-feeling to them.

“...To blunt, we're here to get my half-sister and brothers and give miss Tier an offer she can either refuse or accept.”

El bowed his head lightly, putting an arm across his chest respectfully while Sillent crossed his arms eying the boy.

“I'm El Tentazoine Zerephan, and this is my great Grandfather Sillent Xavier Zerephan and, with all due respect to miss Tier, and despite the wrong my father has done...”

Sillent made a 'Tch' sound but kept quiet.

“...We believe it is in our, my siblings best interest, if we looked after and raised them, ma'am. I dont suppose you'll let us speak to miss Tier, will you?”
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Post by Røse on Fri Feb 05, 2016 12:03 am

First, she turned her somewhat alien gaze to the older man. He was the first to speak after all and she imagined he, by way of age, carried more authority than the other. Perhaps they were related? Father or grandfather and a younger one. Rose would find out momentarily that not only had she guessed correctly but per introduction they were directly related to Ciello or at least her children were— this solved the mystery she’d pondered several times of why their names seemed to roll like eggs. Kids named after elders often had to deal with such things.

“No harm. Good way to start. I'm Rose NaGig. This is Gwenna Linderly.” spoke the brown skinned femme of the pair; seemingly unashamed of her dirty feet and clothes. Who cared, it was Redpoint! And the younger fellow looked like he had a few years to catch up with her anyhow. “Nexxian, you say? That city in the desert? Hunh...well we’ve had quite a few of you sort of here. Fellow named Edwin or somesuch. Blond, I think? Then A Sunny, maybe a Jodie? It was from half a year back. But I’m familiar. Friends of Khooey came to assist us with hostiles.”

Both women would tense as if by instinct as the younger of the pair came forward without being invited. Sure, they were armed and atop the biggest and strangest horses the visitors had likely ever seen— when they exhaled a touch of blackened steam existed from their muzzles and their eyes were solid red— and yet it was plainly obvious they were well guarded for a reason. Very few menfolk were allowed in these parts unless they had certain natural immunities and could be trusted. the safety of the wards and the young women was too precious.

El would find himself studied intensely by Rose and Gwenna only stayed alert in the backround; turning constantly toward the location she knew the strange mother and her litter to be.

“Those chil’ren are wards of Redpointe. Mamma comes ‘round now and then to sorta...look ‘em over. Spend some time with ‘em I guess. Unfortunately I’m not the Matron— just her daughter. I’m in charge but that doesn’t mean I’m authorized to let two men I’ve never met take kids from us.” Her tone wasn’t hostile or raised, but it was frank and to the point.

“But we’re not the Mamma. She’s around. If she accepts you’ll leave with the kids and we’ll rent you a wagon. Can’t let you take the vulnerable back down the pines on foot. If she doesn’t, I can’t help you and you’ll have to be on your way.” No nonsense. Much as Rose groused about having to take care of any kids not her own she was gifted with the same dyed-in-the-wool protectiveness of all the adult (or close to it) young women of the compound.

A nut brown hand steadied and tugged the reins before she clicked from behind her teeth and turned her steed, Syzygy, around and took a slow, easy trot past the gates and into the pines. Gwenna followed, her much younger filly ‘Lark’ just behind her. For being such intimidating animals meant for war and more they were easily trained and well behaved when reared by their kind. They’d only have to go so many meters before they’d come upon the glade where Ciello and the children were having their time of things. Rose knit her brows; witnessing one child’s mouth being covered in a way that certainly negated all maternal instinct. Goodness, if she was ever caught doing that to Odine…

“Miss Ciello? Got some fellas here say they want to talk to you. Say they’re the grandaddy and son of the babies’ father?” Though it hadn’t become clear to her yet who the father had been and what apparent “wrong” he had done.
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Post by CielloRegalo on Fri Feb 05, 2016 12:35 am

For months the mother had been left alone to come and go like a wild cat. Time away from people, from interaction and communication caused a break down in her mental capabilities. Things started to shut down and the mind became slower for the woman. Equally, as she came to the Ranch and communed with her young and occasionally with the women of the land it came back to her.

Ciello had been here for a day and thus her mind had warmed up. The more stimulus provided the more she woke up to the world, her own thoughts and her memories. This is why she always wandered off. Shutting down and forgetting was much simpler then dealing with the pain of knowing she had lost so much and actually had hope once.

Knowing someone was out there being greeted did not spark curiosity but instead paranoia. What would she have to be paranoid of? Nothing. Nothing that she knows. So it is concerning that she feels this way. In the back of her psyche she knows someone is coming. Foresight and the whispering heard through shadows at low muffled tones are all a blur at this point. Given more time to wake up she would see them clearly, hear them crisply. Maybe it was time for her to wake up.

"Sillent, who is there?" Voice like air came softly to the first born and favored boy whom quietly lay on his belly looking down the path at the incoming Equus Helios, their riders and the guests. Ciel probed at the baby boys mind with greedy fingers but found little to take purchase of. Maybe the boy had instincts that told him his own blood was coming. Angelo simply cried on his back and looked up with quivering lip at his mother holding his sister at large. Meryl was still crying even as Ciel removed her hand and stood up on bare feet.

Four feet eleven inches of nothing toped with a mess of platinum blonde hair running amuck around her face with random braids here and there to keep it out of her eyes. She held Meryl at her chest, securing the girl like a tiny meat shield over her heart. The tiny brunette girl screamed and pushed chubby hands against Ciel's face while trying to float away.

A ghost approached behind glorious war horses and that is what Ciello fixated upon. "You are dead." she whispered painfully while undecided as to if she should cry or become enraged at the sight of one spitting image of her dead fiancé.

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Re: ~Reckoning~

Post by War Torn on Fri Feb 05, 2016 8:55 am

Sillent:

{Fathers and Sons}

“Fair enough.”

Both Sillent and El said the words.

“Much appreciated miss NaGig, Linderly.”

Said El, to which Sillent simply nodded, raising an respectful hand before following in line. It wasnt so much as one led the other, it was more one was constantly teaching and guiding (IE, Sillent) while the other was learning and gradually picking up the best he could and acting with what he had learned (IE, El). One might think with how El conducted himself and how Sillent let him speak diplomatically the boy was on the right track, and he was, but there was plenty to learn.

“I dont suppose you mind if miss Tier says no if we like, camp on the outskirts of here until your Matron gets back to ask her, do you moss Nagis.”

Said El, who made Sillent cringe a bit at that. It was a good question but one that should have been asked after the fact, not in a measure  of slight desperation that Sillent hinted. Mind you it was a good question but one that shouldnt have been asked so soon. Regardless the two fell in line, passing each other a glance before moving  on. It wouldnt take long, Sillent could hear the faint sounds of some of the childrens wailings, which made Sillent frown. Not at the sound of that but at a thought, his head turned to El.

“Stay calm and dont do anything dumb.”

It took Sillent less then a second he needed to say that. If El had anything on him it was his sensory abilities. Better ears, smell, a few other little things, which meant he could hear the little wails the kids let up. Ears twitching, a slight sniffing of his nose told him that, as did a twitching lip from El, a sort of pang, which was immediately offset by a flinch due to Sillents words. A glance was exchanged and they nodded. Could be a problem, to Sillents mind. Eventually destination was reached, in near no time at all, an awkward sort of pause commencing as El cleared his voiced and stepped forward (if allowed) Sillent following suit but only for a few feet while letting El step forward.

It was hard for the boy to contain himself, even if she did scream, Meryl that is. He saw the fussy little brunette on Ciels chest, fighting helplessly and a sniff of the air brought his sights first to the 'favored son' Sillent, then to the almost ignored looking Angelo. For a second, briefly, the blonde boy smiled, inhaling a breath of air before exhaling, turning to Ciel.

“Miss Tier, I'm...Er, what?”

Thought out words were about to be spoken but that statement, 'You are dead' caught El off guard completely. Mostly because, despite what it was truly for, it did hold some indirect merit as El had previously been dead for a time. Regardless, he caught himself, clearing his voice again.

“Beg your pardon but um...I'm El Tentazoine Zerephan and thats my Great-Grandad, Sillent Xavier Zerephan...”

A awkward pause as the boy frowned again. Sillently shut his eyes inwardly sighing. Getting off to a 'perfect start' so far.
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Post by Røse on Fri Feb 05, 2016 11:30 pm

A tilt of her skull as the small woman held her own child to her chest as if she was handling an enormous Yuletide ham. It made Rose suck her teeth— but there was a reason the children were wards and their mother was a visitor as she seemed to understand that there were people far more apt to care for her offspring properly. If anything, she respected that Ciello seemed aware enough of how important it was to keep children safe, loved and fed to choose to put them into external care.

Now, she knit her brows at Ciello saying someone was ‘dead’ and turned back to look at who she had been gazing at and levying such a strange and obviously untrue accusation. Of course, her eyes fell on El. “Looks lively and right damned spry to me, Miss Regalo. Just seems to take after his daddy far as I’m figuring.”

As things already seemed to be going toward a theme of the tense and strange, Rose looked down by instinct to make sure her rifle to make sure it was good to go if she might have to defuse a situation. Then, she was addressed and asked a rather imposing question.

“Camp here? Well...a mother’s word is law. We have cabins up the way about two miles from the main compound. You can stay there but its likely Sophonax will defer to the Mam’s decision. As otherwise, they are still wards under our care.”

They were already imposing themselves onto Redpoint hospitality. Not a good sign. It became readily apparent to Rose that they were deadset on taking their kin home as much as the Redpoint policy but any present mother above someone claiming blood relation. It had happened before. And sometimes, it got ugly.

Rose huffed and then turned her gaze back to Gwenna looking irritated and not needing to utter a word toward facilitating the communication between them. Dismounting would take away her advantage and so she remained atop the Equus Helios as it stomped a bit and gashed the cold ground with its three-pronged hooves, more wolf like than equine, out of agitation. Its long and glossy inken tail mane lashed back and forth.

“Miss Regalo, these gentleman here— they’re the daddy’s family to your bairns. They want to take on raisin’ and caring for ‘em back in Nexxian city down south and believe leavin’ the babies in yours and our hands is a burden they’d be willing to shoulder. You’re a guest of Redpointe, which just about makes you family and you are the fulcrum of their existence. They passed through your gates to enter the world and their fate is your authority. As the children are our wards, we leave you the ultimate word in decidin’. What say you? You have our support in any direction.”

Again, no nonsense. Rose was a fan of ripping the bandage away in one swift move rather than peeling it slowly and making it agonizing. While she didnt think much of Ciello’s ‘parenting’ style, the mother was always the end all, be all.

Her grip on the shotgun tensed as her anxiety flared. Gwenna was about to bleed her bottom lip if she bit it any harder.
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Post by CielloRegalo on Sat Feb 06, 2016 6:34 pm

Youth spoke first and at the same time she thought out loud. He called her 'Tier' the name Angelo gave her and what she did briefly adopt and go by. That name has been abandoned since her fiancé's death though. Where had he heard it? How did she know she was here? And with the young Zerephan litter?Such annoying curiosities. Not knowing these things, not knowing these Zerephan or their purpose was internally grating. The more one knows the more they find reasons to become paranoid you see.

Meryl's struggle earned a tiny victory in that Ciel had to adjust her hold on the girl and turned her to face outward where now the girls tear filled reddened eyes of deep blue caught sight of El. The girl in her moment of despair could not differentiate El from her missing father and the demand of "Da!Da!Da!!!" began. Strong little arms reached out for him and while she was confused about the appearance she still clung to the hope that the father-looking person would save her from the savage sea that is her mother. The cries set Ciel off and again a hand was brought up to smother there infants mouth. Hearing her cry for her father while looking at the clone of the dead man was too much for the mother to handle. Meryl inhaled deeply and gulped down her cries as she has learned she would not be released until she was quiet again. To learn such things at such a young age is a tragedy.

Introductions were made as to the men which revealed some but only brought more questions to mind. Ciello tried to forget so much of Angelo and what he hsd said but now dusty memories were dug up to filter through information. Something about the grandfather and a gun came to mind. And the son? Angelo certainly said he was dead along with all other children the man wrought. Ciel's nostrils flared slightly and eyes focused on his body. Trying to look beyond what can be seen for the threads of magic that may have brought El back. Something brought him back and once upon a time Ciello could see through to the traces of anything unnatural or select on a person's essence. Anything that didn't belong from birth would stand out like a stink. Now she could not see these things despite her efforts.

Rose spoke up in the silence that hung after El ended his clumsy introduction and Ciel failed to follow up. She forgot she had to talk aloud to communicate her slow mental clockwork. The mediator facilitating the communicational stand off was welcome and earned Ciello's dull gaze for a few moments. Sillent Jr was crawling his way forward off the blanket to high tail it to El. Ciel reached out with her foot, grasped the infants onesie with her toes and pulled him back to her feet while her attention was still aimed at Rose. She called her 'famiy' and said the Ranch would support her decision either way. This felt nice to hear and Ciello would remember that.

Bare feet stepped over the twins and across the blanket to approach the older brother of the litter. Ciel's shadow does not follow and not only is her movement left unshadowed entirely but the shadow left behind spreads out to cover the area beneath the blanket and ripples like an oil spill got the goosebumps. If El remained still, Ciel would circle him at such a distance that Meryl's outstretched arms would never reach him as she clutched the girl. "You may not have my babies. I am vested in them." The petite monster would sniff at him as she circled and come round to the front again before the blanket where Sillent and Angelo lay."You should however, try to convince me. El."His name is sour and heinous on her tongue, it makes her nose scrunch briefly.

If they came all this way to try and persuade the monster to give up her young then they should be given every opportunity to convince her. It is both a taunt and her somehow being an okayish person in giving the dead boy a chance.

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Post by War Torn on Sat Feb 06, 2016 7:28 pm

Sillent:

{Patience.}

Did El really give off that impression? He heard the Spry comment (how could he not) and he thought he was being perfectly even and civil. Sillents eyes narrowed to Rose.

“What El meant to say is that we've actually been camping...outside of your territory, five miles out in fact, from the map Angelo drew to get here. Just a tent, an old man who never sleeps, a dog, a boy, and a seven year old. We've no notions we're actually welcome here given what we're hear for, and while the 'offer' is appreciated we wont impose.”

Simple, to the point, ease the air there, hopefully, clear a thing or two up. A thing or two more could be said especially Why asking Sophonx (which Sillent did agree with) rather then Ciel was a better idea, but condescending tones werent needed, yet.

Els sights went to Sillent for that for a second before turning his head back to Ciel, blinking. The little crys from the half sister, already beloved by El just by seeing here, hearing her little noises and crys made him shut his eyes. He was half temped to speak to her before suddenly those crys grew quiet, muffled even. Eyes shot open to see of all things, Ciels hand, in a non nice/comforting sort of way and he just stared at the motion before looking up at Ciel, dead in the eyes. He was glad Sillent was here at this moment, his gaze into the back of his head made him bite back words that'd only make things worse.

As to what brought him back...Who knew? Perhaps there was a bond of sorts, bio-organic that kept his memories and physical body on profile, maybe there was some cosmic warp magic woo woo BS that brought him back to life, either way it involved his own mother and despite it all, memories kept the two from being respectable towards each other (In other words, the player doesnt know given it wasnt his doing nor did he want to...but might as well put confusion to the best, right).

A second later, something caught Els gaze and he looked down, blinking as he saw mini-Sillent try to make his way over to him. For the briefest of seconds, this brought a smile to Els face, a bright content smile formed before toes gripped and pulled him back, making him frown again. When Ciello stepped forward and practically scrutinized him, walking circles around him like the aptly dubbed 'Animal' that she was, he just stood there, shut his eyes patiently and 'took it'. It wouldnt be the first time such a thing happen, or disdain was thrown in with it. Thoughts of the past of the word 'mutt' and 'genetically useless flesh-pod' were brought to mind and he had to exhale to stop himself from making an unpleasant face.

When she said her answer, he winced, opening his eyes, Sillent shifted in place and then of all things she told him he should convince her. Again, flabbergasted at the oddity that was Ciello Regallo, El cleared his voice and waited for her to stop moving.

“I've taken care of my little brother, Zeal Regal Zerephan, for a long time, even before I met Sillent. At first it was me and dad but when dad died the first time it was...just us and a few friends for a while. It was the better part of a year or so until Sillent found us and by then, sooner, I...got the hang of raising him. I knew his habbits, his personality, what he liked, what he didnt, his little hidden secrets (Like his stutter he still has) and everything since he was a baby up until now, where he is seven or so years old. The few times I couldnt be there, normally because of force or because of things I didnt have a choice with, I've always kept Iris, my dog, near him like now. I suppose what I'm saying miss Tier, Ciello Regalo, is that I am good raising my siblings, I enjoy it, it makes me happy and I want to and have means to do it and...Well, even before I met them really...I've loved them ever since I knew they existed, since I met all of them just now; Meryl Elric Zerephan, Sillent Sune'ere Zerephan, and Angelo Aaron Zerepan II.”

He bowed his head but was almost startled up when Sillent cleared his voice.

“Mind you, I dont intend to let them fester either, Regalo. Each Zerephan (person in general but narrowing it down here) develops in their own way, individually, uniquely and aside from looking out and taking caring of them with my Great-Grandson, I aim to see them develop in their ways and with what skills they make or want. What they choose to do when they're old enough.”

A point of strength and abilities. On what could be done. Sillent didnt know this woman from a whole in the ground personally he had only read  Angelos scribblings but there was a hint in there, perhaps he was wrong but he didnt think he was, that said she appreciated such a thing. Development, strength, the development of strength, etc. Maybe if Els half reasoning half pleas didnt work, such a thing which was guaranteed to be done with Sillents Intent would click a few things...Or maybe she was just buying out to torment the boy, like he suspected she was doing. He wouldnt put it past her, no, not with how she looked at El and the face she said when she spoke his name.
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Post by Røse on Sun Feb 07, 2016 5:24 am

A grimace for covering the child’s mouth again and she barely bothered to conceal it. Perhaps once the little charade broke up Rose would forget her distaste for other people’s children and try her hardest to do something about the trauma inflicted on the little toddler Meryl. It was a damned shame.

It was then that Rose remembered she wasn’t some preternaturally talented ‘Child Whisperer’ like her best friend currently involved in some empire halfway across the world, in love, swinging a sword going places she herself had never dreamed off. Not a day went by that she didn’t miss Khooey— at least she was set to visit sooner than later.

The menfolk spoke and she turned her platinum irises back to them; brows knit as she was informed they’d been camping none too far into the pines already and for more than a few days. Five miles out was reasonably assumed open space and beyond where they’d set up all those hundreds of wards to which the girls of Redpointe were intune.

“I kennit…” she’d say; nodding her head once to the Elder Sillent’s news that he had no intentions of being put up in their camp grounds. Admittedly, the Nepenthe experienced some relief as she wasn’t too much like her mother and her ever present subdued personality which put even a big dumb lug like Harken at ease. Instead, Rose was quick to anger and her mannerisms could be somewhat aggressive and severe. Certainly, she was trying to keep a cool and civil head with those present. However, they weren’t out of the woods yet.

Syzygy, Rose’s steed— nattered and stomped as Ciello closed the distance between herself and the son of her late lover and father to her children. Confused about what sort of ritualistic dance this was, she walked the Helios back five feet and to the left. Gwenna’s would mimic the action. Now, they were both equal distance between the two sides and out of the way which a better vantage point in case things got ugly.

“Don’t know about this, Rosey…” from Gwenna; their voice as androgynous as their appearance. Rose only shrugged. They’d not scheduled such an event...what could be done?

Both sets of eyes native to the land searched back and forth; following Ciello as she wrangled the boy like a mountain lion circling their prey. It finally clicked that this is what the small woman reminded Rose off— something both feral and feline. And some had the nerve to call her wild in the past? She was Miss Manners compared to the small femme.

The Springfield in the brown girl’s lap was stroked absentmindedly. She felt the pièce de résistance would come soon enough.
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Post by CielloRegalo on Sun Feb 07, 2016 6:38 pm

Observing El up close and getting a whiff of him was tolerated and she could ask for no more. Rose and Gwenna became anxious from the behavior and Syzygy had the precognition that came more naturally to the wild and feral. Something was going to happen. Pressure and anticipation was building.

They were staying outside RedPointe and the mention of a dog and seven year old tickled Ciel's curiosity. Where did these Zerephan come from? One dies and suddenly they're rising from the dead and multiplying! Apparently like a hydra. Good to know. Maybe if more Zerephan died Angelo prime would come back? A ridiculous notion that would not be entertained. It made her feel safer however to hear that the men were not welcomed with arms wide open to the Ranch. Choosing to bring the litter to RedPointe was unquestionably the best choice the horrible mother could have made for her kin.

El Tentazoine Zerephan, for all his youth, still answered in the most fatherly manner one so young could deliver. If Ciel had a heart she would have been moved, maybe smiled at how mature he presented himself as. Not yet in his prime and he conveyed a level of love for his own blood that Ciel would never grasp. The boy really did want his half brothers and sister. To raise them. The small fleeting smiles he displayed to them showed that instinct was there. Brotherly or paternal, he would protect and raise them without hesitation. It would be a good choice to hand them over.

Where did they learn the children's names? Before Ciello could ask or respond the voice of the elder came in and earned her intense stare, slightly wide, expectant and soaking in what was being said. The word 'fester' made her quiver internally with agitation. It felt the same as 'stagnant' or 'waste'. A lack of motion ironically was a maddening thought to the woman. Surely she did try to forget and cease progress in life when she didn't have a focus. No drive, no master, no goal. At those lows she shuts down and becomes semi-hibernative and dormant which is in itself an inexcusable waste. Sillent's words are warming to her cold soul. Honestly, she did not revel in the idea of raising the three. She could only tolerate them for a few days at a time, sometimes only a few hours.

Equus Helios stood at a distance to either side of the awkward group. Warhorses with armed riders present to make the lot more civil for the sake of the Ranch. They would protect Ciello and her whelps but to what extent? Many realized Ciello was a cruel and selfish creature. Were they protecting her or her bairns? And why? Sophponax' command? Matron's Word is Law. Mother is God. "Dead men raising dead men."She smiled and her eyes were sick and sad. The Zerephan are a dying breed yet they could not stay dead. The pointless cycle was frustrating as one could not get satisfaction without finite ends.

Ciel sways, cradling the whimpering Meryl in her arms to look down at her beautifully sad face. Meryl was a kind and playful heart. Full of life and curiosity. Such a bright light that is infuriated Ciello every time she looked at her. The way Meryl loved Angelo and how he loved her. How was it possible that Ciel could create something to pure and beautiful? So loving and capable of being loved? When she could not conceive the idea of love in herself?"You may have one."One of three. How would such a choice even be made? How would El choose?

Ciel's mind stretched out like a strong muscle that had been unused for a long time. It felt good to stretch it and feel out for the minds around her. The landscape of her mind was laid out for Rose and Gwenna like a house presented with the doors and windows open. Her thoughts became available to hear, to feel, to explore for the two riders. She would not pry at theirs, no. Only offering the touch of an all encompassing, welcoming, nonjudgmental hand that would allow them to feel her own calm as reassurance. Should their minds be blocked or mentally guarded then they did not need to accept and would not be harmed either way. It is the purest form of communication that can be offered. Literally allowing the women to feel what Ciel is feeling and to feel it as deeply as she is herself.

"My work with her is done anyway." Her. So Ciel would choose Meryl for them. No need to play favorites or feel bad for choosing one over another. She swayed hip to hip in the oversized dress with long messy hair framing her small person. At some point she turned to look at the twins on the blanket whom were still in place and then when she turned back to look at El there was a gun in her hand. The handgun Angelo had given her was pressed to Meryl's temple and the trigger pulled. The round went off with a short BANG. Black blood sprayed from the soft skull of the girl to coat the grass, snow and part of the blanket. The twins instantly started screaming and wailing while Meryl's body became loose in Ciel's black stained arms. Without taking her eyes of El, without having blinked or flinched she would toss the girl's corpse to El for him to catch or let fall to the ground. If any were in her mind, they would find her relieved and calm. Thinking nothing of it As if the gunshot had just been a sneeze and Meryl was fine.

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Post by War Torn on Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:17 pm

Sillent:

{The Life of Cold bitter rage.}

Things were quiet. El felt Ciellos gaze on him like a bad itch and it would of made him uncormfortable had he not been used to such gazes. Always by women to, by his mother, by someone he actually did like but betrayed his fathers trust, etc, but always them. He watched Ciel pointedly, green eyes never leaving her figure, head canted up a bit, ears twitching. Sillent did the same, Arms crossed, patient as ever, eying the two, head tilting to the ranch hands for a second, gauging their reactions. Nervous, not exactly sure...That didnt bode well while Sillents head turned forward to look at the exchange again. The words were spoken and Els mouth hung open slightly.

“I...One of the three? Well...I...”

He thought about it actually. This was part of a 'deal' in some aspects, Sillent thought for a second the both of them could get one over on Ciel to an extent then 'work' the rest out as well. Ciel turned after eying the boys and the first thing El saw was Meryls small face, at first, turned up to look at Ciel but turning to look at him. It made him smile, that bright one from before.

NO!”

Sillent, even when angry, didnt shout a lot. When he did it was a booming sound that echoed no matter how or where he shouted, such as now. That was the first thing El heard, the second was the gunshot. He didnt move...The last he ever saw of his sister, just as he was looking at her, was the distinct look of one dead in such a way their eyes roll in the back of their heard and show nothing but the whites. He saw the hole on both sides of her head, and the blood. Black blood, with a odd silver tinted scent. His senses were as such that he could smell them but he was ignoring them. No, he only wore that same smile he had for Meryl and was just looking at her. Like a piece of meat she was tossed to the boy, the small blue clad girl with dark blue eyes soundlessly thumped against his chest then fell to the cold ground with as little life and sound a dead body ever gave off.

He still didnt look up from that spot Ciello had held the girl, he just stared at it, with that stone still smile. All Sillent did was just look past Els feet, to the little girl that had such potential aside from El. The first Female Zerephan in a while, a long while, dead, like that...And by a weapon Angelo had made for her mother. The same weapon El had hidden away at their campsite with Zeal and Iris.

One could imagine the stillness of the scene from the utter shock of the madness that just took place, and yet, the first to move in that slow beating amount of seconds was El. One careful step forward over the dead girls body, one foot then the next. There was a snap, one that sounded like a mesh of flesh and bone and there was not a thing in all of Redpointe at that moment that stopped him right then and there, and truthfully, after what she did, was there anything in Redpointe that would have the gal to actually want to stop him? He was on one spot, and then, the next, his feet werent even on the ground., his body in the air, a sudden leap, enough to make the grass below him forcefully part and mat to the ground was taken right towards Ciello. Maybe she was expecting, wanting this even, maybe not, but the suddenness of it all, the violent quick nature of it would hopefully be to much for her to avoid...Or maybe she wouldnt at all?

Regardless, the leap was meant for the woman and should it collide, it'd be like being hit by a truck of some sort. The boy, despite his body mass and swiftness seemed to weight a ton upon impact and should all go as planned, Ciel would find herself flying back, over the twins and landing on her back/side, suddenly finding she couldnt breath because of the fact of El being on top of her and his hands were literally enveloping her throat.

El had changed in that brief amount of time. His clothes literally seemed to meld into his body, his tie turned into a liquid like state and seemed to mesh into the white shirt before that two went completely black. Those same bone like snaps were taking place consistently as this occurred and it could be seen quite clearly that Els once small stature was changing, literally growing outward and expanding in sudden clumps of what one could assume was muscle. His torso, his arms, his legs, all of that expanded and changed into a pitch night black like form that seemed to constantly move like it was water and occasionally spout something that looked like a tentacle or sharp limb from various points of his body. It took a lot to get El to actually show his Mothers side of the equation. Its something he practiced, usually took time to build because after the fact he became incredibly tired after if he put it out so quickly like now...but he wouldnt be long, no, not at all.

“...I'm going to kill you.”

El said. His hands had changed to. What were small and pale and normal looking became vein induced muscular monstrosity things with small daggers for nails, the reason his hands could envelop all of the womans throat. When he spoke, one could see his teeth had changed, becoming sharp, shark like, his face in general going completely pale as did his dirty blond hair.

“I'm going to do it in the slowest fast way I know how. I'm going to break down ever inch of your body, to the Cells, to the DNA, I'm going to make you think and want me to choke you, but I'm not going to, every time you think you're out of breath I'm going to let you gulp down air and then continue rotting and killing and piercing you from the inside out, because I know how to, because I want to because...Because...”

His face was enveloped in black and his once green eyes were replaced by diamond colored oval shaped fly like 'eyes' if you could call them that. It appeared for a brief second he was wearing a mask of sorts, but where a mouth section should have been opened a maw with a long tongue and few but very sharp steel colored and black hummed/outlined teeth. The very air mystified/turned to a cold cloud as the maw opened, a hiss of inhuman, hell, inanimal proportions was let lose.

“...YOU KILLED MY FUCKING SISTER YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

If all went as well for El as he intended, Cell would be able to feel what El had threatened. Small holes (possibly) made from those sharp nails would feel as something organic but foreign entered Ciels body and began to gradually, but what would feel like to Ciel for ages, break everything down on a DNA strand/cellular level. From the neck down, El was intent on making this process both quick for him but agonizing and what would feel like forever for Ciel.

And between all this? There was Sillent. His head was down, his brow cast a shadow over his steel eyes as he stepped forward suddenly. Moving, his footsteps seemed to be carrying him to El at first, but should he got unimpeded, one would suddenly find him kneeling and carefully, carefully (without ever looking at Meryls body) scooping the crying twin boys in each of his arms. If his intent, which was very easy to tell (thought he gave off the impression he didnt care) was made, was clear. He'd turn, not even looking at El or Ciel or Rose or Gwenna (or their steads) and again, very clearly, head towards the exit of Redpointe.

All that was running through the mind of the old mans was one word; No.
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Post by Røse on Mon Feb 08, 2016 5:42 am

Perhaps luckily, or perhaps not— all present underestimated a lifetime of training for the Redpointe girls with firearms, timing and aim. They didn’t ride the horses or carry the guns for show. Every “Ward Girl”, Rose, Whinnie-Sloane, Gwenna, Ava, Delphi and formerly Khooey; was a trained crackshot, could hit six targets in a row on the back of an Equus Helios and were considered in some cases more frightening and efficient than most inner city constables by those who were familiar with the compound and the Matron.

Whether or not that training would save Meryl’s life would be up to reflex, but Rose had been eyeing Ciello the entire time she circled El right until she turned back around and let her hand rise. And both Rose and Gwenna were trained to see the glint of a gun before anything else.

Both Springfield special thirty-ought-six’s rose and fired, aiming for Regalo’s skull. The likelyhood the femme would lose her head in an splatter of blood and bone courtesy of Fleschette bullets which Rose had poured, pressed and assembled herself before Meryl took a bullet was good but no one could speak for how close Ciello’s hands had been to firing and if they’d carry the motion through.

Meryl’s fate notwithstanding….Gwenna had lost all semblance of nerves and anxiety after they’d both cornered Ciello’s skull by the custom shells; their twin-team aim likely leaving nothing behind— the rounds were in like a penny and out like a pizza. The pale one immediately jumped down from the Helios; more than likely putting herself in harm’s way with intentions to check the body— had a body been present. Neither knew who or what Regalo was or had been capable of. Or, if she had the ability to survive a dosing of Redpointe security.

Rose lowered her own weapon, placed a hand to her heart and came away with something, a sigil or servitor that resembled a free floating dodeccahedron. It was a Servitor; something Djinn and Jann both used— much like Khooey had employed on the battlefield in nexxian. However, the object was not used to attack but to activate the third tier wards and lock the party into the glade. Around them, the conduits of Redpointe roared to life; sending pillars of hot red light surrounding them and putting a barrier of what was not unlike preternaturally formed toroidal energy.

As the conduits roared beneath as well and siphoned power and not just from  anyone bleeding force within the barrier but all of them would find their own energy and core of power looped back into the land and tethered to it. It was the perfect trap for those overly powerful types who would come through Redpointe territory and case havoc; the conduits claiming their influence and activating what Rose called “Anomolies” throughout the land. It took less than a second or two— and if there was no immediate deescalation, it wouldnt be long before the ‘Meat Grinder’ made its appearance within the barrier.

“Any more surprises and you’ll be whittled into kindlin’. Stand down.” she’d say to all present not a native to the land; Meryl’s brains on the grass or otherwise; including El beginning to transform. It all came down to reflex. Was Ciello Regalo of a sort of power that could withstand losing a head? Or would her finger follow through?
Regardless, El endangering the compound and the wards was not an option.

In the meantime, Gwenna took a single look from Rose and turned back toward Lark to mount the steed and run him around before bounding harmlessly through the ward barrier and back toward the estate. Only Rose remained along with her oath to put her life and power down for the land and the vulnerable. Shock hadn't quite set in yet but the screaming disbelief that a mother would produce a weapon and attempt to dispatch her child was already knocking around her skull.
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Post by CielloRegalo on Mon Feb 08, 2016 12:55 pm

She would have smiled. She would have marveled at what El was becoming as he took her down. She would have been calm as he broke her down and cackled as a second Reckoning commenced. However this would never come to pass. Rose and Gwenna reacted as they were meant to, as they were trained to. Protect the Ranch, protect the bairns. Even from the mother herself. Those home made bullets hit home and there was nothing her old skull could do to stop the resulting explosion of gore that followed. Skull, brain, hair, it all flew away in chunks with a mist of blood coming to stain the area, the blanket, her twins in red. Be it determination or simply the spasm of muscle caused by sudden loss of brain, the handgun still went off and Meryl joined her mother in death.

Meryl would thus not be tossed at El and instead remain in Ciel's death grip as her headless body fell stiffly to the cold grass and blanket beside the crying boys. If El wanted to inflict more damage to her corpse that would be fine but pointless after the RedPointe girls totally stole his thunder!

Sillent and Angelo wailed at the loud firearms going off. Covered in the blood of their mother and sister, helplessly flinching at whatever may come next. Sillent senior approached the boys and the shadow under the blanket came to life in the form of one tall lanky blue skinned woman with black air. The Shadow, Truffle, had been seen here and there by those at RedPointe and Angelo had seen her on many occasions. The 'Shadow Nanny' always coming tot he rescue of the little ones, always watching. Now she kneels over the boys protectively to wipe the red and black off their crying faces. Truffle had a fondness for blood but would never allow herself to partake in the aftermath of such tragedy. It was very slowly inking in to the Shadow that her maker was laying dead nearby. Truffle was bound to Ciel and subject to obey any and all commands given by the monster. Suddenly it appeared she was free? It was too much to wrap her head around so she did her last given duty and watched over the boys. If the elder Zerephan gets too close she will stand and step before the twins to blockade them.

"Please stay back, Sir." was she even required to watch over them anymore? Without Ciello alive? Orders were orders. And she really didn't want anything bad to happen to the little ones. Truffle knows nothing of these Zerephan and has been watching over the litter permanently since their birth. They might as well be hers. Hopefully her presence would not startle Rose or Gwenna as she took off out the barrier. More often then not Truffle would have been seen as just arms playing with the babes out of the shadows of the floor, the wall, the ceiling, ect. Sometimes the entire body of the creature came out but for the most part she was left in shadows to watch from like so many open windows to survey the safety of the little kin through. She felt the need to respond to Rose' command and hopefully is not simply shot first! "Ms. Rose I was instructed to watch over these scamps. That said, I am standing down."Remaining knelt before the boys she angled her gaze up at old man Sillent from behind her welding goggles. Both hands lifted empty to show Rose she wasn't here to cause trouble. But she wasn't about to let this stranger take the twins.

Energy flowed from the living upward and outward. Siphoned up then rained down back to the earth to suck up the center again. Such is the perpetual existence of toroidal energy. Self sustaining and perpetuating yet the natural flow of the mechanic made it apply easily to all present.

Meryl's body was darkening. Black blood continued to spill from the bullet hole and black veins spread along the entry and exit wound on her little head. In contrast there was a growing brightness starting inside the wound itself as if a light was shining out. The flames came and licked out the hole and spread across the body as internal heat amplified and the body of the girl combusted into superheated flames. Clothing incinerated, skin dried and cracked which gave more escape routes for the flames inside to flicker from. She burned.

This natural energy was siphoned and returned in the barrier which prolonged the process that came naturally to her body. Cells were broken down in fire and regenerated under the flames to reconstruct damage. That fire for anyone else would burn but for the female Zerephan it was life. Brain, skull, tissue, everything in between was being regenerated to make her hole again. Before the wound was gone completely there was enough repair that her heart kick started. A high pitched whistle sounded like a tea kettle spewing steam. Flames reduced around Meryl revealing skin dark as coal from the black blood of her father coming to the surface. Bright yellow orange eyes shone and the sound was revealed to the girl screaming as hard as her little body was physically capable of. She was awake, alive, the hole in her head sealing shut slowly on either side. Screaming subsided in need to air so she panted in a few breaths and her skin cooled from charcoal back to a warm peach. Eyes returned then from bright as fire to deep ocean blues.

The design of the girl was planned from the start. From Angelo the black blood of the Knight and potent psionics were fostered. Ciello gave up her affinity for fire and her cycle of rebirth to give the girl the most valuable skill possible in her roster. Resurgence. Now the Zerephan's had a female whom would never die(not easily at least). Equally the girl was cursed and would feel those moments before and after death over and over again with an alarmingly awareness. How much her mind could take the button of life pushing 'reset' will be revealed in time. All in all, Meryl was a success. An artificial Phoenix.

So now we have on the scene of RedPointe, a Shadow guarding the twins from being taken and one dead mother for Rose to explain to Sophonax!

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Post by War Torn on Mon Feb 08, 2016 3:20 pm

Sillent:

{Been Had.}

Three shots instead of one. El didnt even have a chance to speak before all hell broke lose, and two bodies were now limp, shot to death by the whim of bullets. Much changed as eighty percent that was going to happen (last post) didnt but El still stood, and Sillent still boomed a 'NO' before shots were fired (literally) and El still held that sort of smiling stance from before.

“....MERYL!”

Except replaced intent filled wrath and potential violence with a rush of feet through the ground to the 'dead' girl. The concern for the remains of Ciello Regallo were nonexistent, nor what Gwenna was doing as he pried the shot girl from the cold dead arms and cradled her lifeless corpse in his arms, crying. Sillents intent was less then hampered by Rose and Co, rightly so, but just as he reached the blood covered boys, of course, something took place. He thought it odd there was an oversized shadow around the blanket before, mostly because the Sun was hardly past Nordic (IE, cloud covered and light) and despite the show of the nanny, he just stood in front of her, steel eyes slowly glowing a shade of black and his lips twisting into a look not so pleasant.

“If anyone actually thinks the whim of that...”

He was interrupted.

“Ack!”

El let out a noise inbetween crying at the...well, actions of the dead girl if one could call them that. Sillent head whipped back to see...Well he wasnt exactly sure what he was seeing. Those eyes of his told him certain 'things' but overall, the picture told him some sort of power was at play. From a dead body only one could guess, maybe a cursed spirit? A wraith in the making?

MERYL!”

Again shouted by El but instead of utter sadness and hopelessness, it was because of the very loud crys the now...living girl was letting lose. Tears turned to relief as El hugged the girl and cradled her in his arms.

“Oh sis sis sis...”

Said lightly by El. The process of a 'phoenix' revival, as one could imagine, was one that literally burnt like hell and this was no different as the means to come back burn through Els clothes and into his skin, giving him a nasty little burn on his chest, stomach, and below his chin slightly (as he was lightly laying his chin atop Meryl head), but he didnt see to mind. Not one bit. Sillent left blinking as he stood in place. Black eyes took a turn to Steel again as Sillent sighed. Tension left and for a second he looked at the shadow nanny, then the corpse of Ciello, then to Rose Gwenna as she rode off.

“It seems we've all been duped, intentionally at that.”

Said Sillent rather bluntly. His eyes trailed to the dead corpse of Ciel and he sighed.

“Well now I owe you a favor or two because this...Woman decided to do what she did. Feel like it wouldnt have happened had we not come around.

He eyed the shadow nanny, squinting.

“I dont like to speak for people, but after that act of your...Whatever Regalo was to you; I'm not exactly sure such a 'bond' or request would hold merit. Maybe had she told people Meryl could do that and not, in what I suspect, get herself killed at her expense, I'd be inclined to suspect thats up to Roses matron to decide...And frankly I'm intent on waiting were my family is camped until she gets here and see what we can do.”

That frown never left his face as he turned to Rose.

“Again, we wont impose or bother you, we'll ask you kindly to inform us when your matron is back so we can discuss things. For now, we'll leave...My Great-Grandsons in your care and with your permission, leave until then.”

He brushed himself off and paced to El, putting a hand on his shoulder, who was still half hysterical at Meryl being alive. At least they got her, for now. Sillent looked down at the boy sympathetically for a moment before looking up at Rose.

“And that...Favor was for you, by the way, Gwenna to if she wants it. I'm not so dull as to think you wont be in a load of shit when the Matron gets back, even if Regalo warranted what happens. Whenever you think of what it could be, hell, even now, tell me and I'll oblige but again; Permission to leave?”

He waited, hoping this just didnt get worse.
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Post by Røse on Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:54 am

None of the girls trained as Redpointe constables were scared of a little blood, bone and brain. They’d all seen it from both human and animal; whether it be from dispatching a hostile or simply doing one’s duty after a hunt in the Taiga to replenish the meat stores. Occasionally, something big and mean would come down from the north; attracted to the tiny civilization that was the compound and its scents roaring upwind. They’d done it all and, if applicable, sometimes it provided good eating for the all the souls who called these lands home.

So, it wasn’t the spray of red, white and creamy pink that made the sight on Rose’s Springfield 30.0.6 tremble, it was the failure to stop Ciello from blowing the kid’s brain out. That and, of course— what came after. The spray that coated the twin boys’ notwithstanding; it was that what was already a tragic mess very suddenly got even stranger. The Jann felt the power twisting and curling beneath her feet; aware that it was fighting to penetrate the pneuma of all present and attracting it’s winding course— and yet it seemed to be ambivalent about the woman who’d come from under the blanket.

“Th-....” Rose had meant to say something in response to Blue Gal mentioning who she was meant to look after only for it to get caught in her throat, the 30.0.6 swinging to the blue woman. In her newly compromised awareness she did not begin to fire and for the first time since she’d been a little girl who’d first picked up a rifle her aim shook and swayed. By the looks of her brown skin going a bit gray and clammy looking it seemed she was giving in pretty rapidly to shock.

That alone was an anomaly. Rose had been through far grittier situations and come out the other side only to dust her shoulders off and light a cigarette. It was the roaring pain in her skull; it felt as if her brain matter itself was boiling and her lungs ached ferociously as if she was breathing for the first time. It felt like drowning!

The Springfield suddenly sagged at her side and the Nepenthe, the Jann haphazardly dismounted from Syzygy and went to her knees beside it before vomiting profusely. She’d had three whiskey sours and an oversized bowl of soba noodles that came up burning into the snow dusted grass. It was partially the effect from the agony she was experiencing and the rest was the sudden understanding that the connection between herself and little Meryl had been formed and magnified as the conduits coursed through them both.

She’d been experiencing the painful sensation of resurrection. Directly from a briefly deceased toddler into her own mind and core.

A high pitched screech rattled around her skull...the sound of ear drums knitting them back together before reforming the sensitive cilia that would enable Meryl to hear once again. Red eyes looked away from the refuse she’d gifted to the ground and up toward the old man. He was speaking to her. She only caught the end.

“Su….” she whimpered; grimacing and then taking a deep, ragged breath as it was finally over and, seemingly, she had her own brains and experiences all to herself again without reborn children bleeding into her. “S-...Soph knows. She knows already. She’s comin’ back within the next days…” How the ranch constable knew? A mystery. Truth was, she understood Sophonax and her lands were one and the same...nothing escaped eer awareness within Redpointe confines. Rose pulled her dirty denim prairie skirt up to wipe her mouth and no doubt intentionally showed entirely too much thigh and panty to the gentlemen present. She could not have cared less and was fully unaware. El seemed a well reared young gentleman, anyhow.

“She….she was gonna kill her. We’re tr-trained to protect the k-k-kids man….she did kill her. She shot her!  But…”  

And finally, she began to panic and hyperventilate. Those wide, silver eyes that had been somewhat wild, cold and all business at the same time a mere twenty minutes earlier were stuck on Ciello’s corpse. By no means had she wanted to kill the small woman. She’d just acted on instinct.
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Post by CielloRegalo on Tue Feb 09, 2016 11:52 am

Truffle:

So many colors crossed her vision beneath the welding goggles she wore. The Shadow had sensitive eyes and could see the layers of energy compressed in this land. Each facet of these wards, this energy from natural to man made to spiritual and beyond to the construct of magic from a world she does not know. It all played out for her with only a percentage understood. Truffle is a passive entity, neutral in her own true regards while at the moment clinging to the last will and testament of her maker. The presence of the Shadow is non-threatening to the land and feels natural as she communes with the Shadow realm in and out like water.

Meryl was baptized in that flow. Not just the flow of life and death that she just went through (not for the first time either) but also the energy of the land and something more soaked into her. The likes of which what that color was and what it would mean for Meryl is unknown to the Shadow yet she wasn't concerned. It seemed as though whatever it was actually helped her and Meryl's own essence was simply glowing. Truffle tilted her head and then turned to pick up both Sillent and Angelo. Old man Zerephan was intent on leaving and Truffle had mixed feelings about the whole thing. A time would come soon that she may hear them out or possibly seek them out to discuss the boys. She knows better then to think that she raising them alone would be good for the twins. It was certainly possible but the embrace of the Shadow was cold and fleeting due to her very nature. She could provide safety, food and some education. But lacked the warmth, nurturing and comforting presence real family could provide.

Black crocs on her feet brought the Shadow over to Rose with a fanged frown. "You have witness', Rose. I knew what she was capable of. She knew what you were capable of. The woman egged you. This was.... a plan." She looked back at the corpse unmoving and spilling sweet blood into the land to nourish it with liquid that gave and evolved life with every drop. "I never thought I'd see this day."Ciello dead. Not fighting tooth and nail, not tearing herself apart or scheming to make the worst happen for everyone else. It's somehow unsettling rather then peaceful. Like waiting for the zinger that will never come. Rose panicking made Truffle frown with nothing to say that could help the situation. The twins continued to cry in her arms but there was little she could do to comfort them either. Especially since her body was cold as the dead and ungiving. Then Truffle stepped closer to Rose, offering her baby Angelo. The boy would enjoy a warm live body more and it seemed Rose needed a distraction. Putting a life she potentially saved into her arms might help calm her.

Meryl:

Back to life again! That first breath was hard, especially when you were on fire and oxygen was not provided. When oxygen did hit the lungs it made the body ache as blood is still in the veins and forced to move foreword again. El held onto her the entire time and his body paid for it with burns that may very well scar the youth.

A bullet to the brain is a big deal and it is still healing visibly but it's actually become accelerated by the foreign energy Meryl has become infused with. Being reborn in that barrier cycled her "Phoenix" energy into the land, into the Servitor connected to the wards and in turn to Rose. For a moment they were connected and Meryl saw the truth of things. It is hard to saw how a child that can barely stand on her own two feet is impacted by seeing this preternatural flow of energy. It is a signature to life, written in energy, in code, in math, in the DNA of the universe and it is imprinted in the girls mind now.

Free of fire, Meryl became very quiet in El's arms. Deep panting breaths fill tiny lungs to oxygenate the body and calm the mind like a breathing exercise. Deep blue eyes stared off at nothing in particular while a torus rattles around her developing brain for analysis. Already synapses were firing, links in the brain growing like roots to hold onto the information gained and expand to the many curiosities such equations imply. It would be exhausting but the girl was revitalized. Her growing body fueled by energy that had no natural limit. Exciting changes were on the horizon for Meryl Elric Zerephan.

Her small hands lifted round El's charred neck and one hand took his ear lobe between fingers to rub while resting her forehead to his chest. He smelled of burnt fabric and skin but the discomfort of smell is pushed away in favor of enjoying the arms of one so loving. He looked like dad but he is not dad and she understands this now. Whomever this is though, he is safe and she clings to that kindness like a leech.

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Post by War Torn on Tue Feb 09, 2016 12:16 pm

Sillent:

{Fools' Errands}

Sillent gave Rose a look, one that bordered sad/sympathy...but was half forced. If it wasnt obvious by the blunt nature of the man, such things did not come naturally, and even if he wanted them to they didnt come easily. The show of underwear didnt bother him (El was much to distracted smothering Meryl) and he put a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Alive or dead, its never easy seeing children suffer. I've been around long enough...Its something you dont get used to.”

He eyed Ciels body. He was honestly half tempted to spit in its direction before he left but he thought better of it.

“Fools errands are fools errands, Rose. Sometimes they cant be stopped, sometimes you cannnot predict them.”

He sighed, taking his hand from her shoulder and stepping forward to El.

“As short as it was, I appreciate what you've done here, how you Did protect my family. I'm in yours and Redpointes debt to an extent and intend to pay it off in whatever way I can or you all prefer. Just, well, thank you for caring.”

He removed the long black leather coat he wore and put it around El and Meryl.

“Come on, you can baw and coddle each other on the way to camp.”

Firm words but spoken softly. There was little El could or would say. The shock of something he loved so much being alive despite being shot in the head had a hold on him, but he mustered a nod as he slowly stood up, one arm relenting grasping Meryl and tugging at Sillents coat to keep it firm on him. He wanted to keep the little phoenixling warm, even though she left scorching marks that, though thankfully were not excruciating due to what El was, would indeed leave a big round scar on his chest.

“Come on baby...Lets go meet your second older bro Zeal and see if Iris remembers you.”

Even if she didnt, he knew the Netherhound would grow accustomed and attached to Meryl again like she did with Zeal. The boy began pacing off but Sillent stood back, watching him go, shutting his eyes and sighing before his head turned slightly and his eyes narrowed to Truffles.

“...I think you're the type of creature that knows where people are without a hitch...or if not, we've got Meryl and I'm sure you've some way to trace her. Either way, we have a camp way outs of here and...you and me should talk.”

For a brief moment his eyes narrowed to the wailing boys, perhaps to hint at what that he intended to talk about should she choose to pay a visit before Soph returned. After the look he turned and stepped forward, to Ciels body, brow creased, frowning, hands placing themselves on his hips.

“Buried in the ground or cremation?

He asked no one in particular, but everyone who could here. It wasnt something he was honestly very keen on doing, but then he thought of his Grandson, and his Great-Grandson, and well, best to follow by example he supposed. Odd start but he was trying to slightly meld/modify that firm mold that'd been clapsed over his mindset and personality for the many years he had lived.
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Post by Røse on Wed Feb 10, 2016 5:14 am

By the time Truffle had come along, Rose had buried her head in her hands and seemed to be fighting to get some semblance of normal breathing back in order. She looked up toward the strange femme; still huffing when she was passed one of the children— and she did take the boy gingerly and with a delicate handle on him. All of her irritation for other people’s children had evaporated. However, smears of his mother’s blood and other bits were still on him though he had been wiped down as much as possible.

“Sh-she planned it…?” she’d snivel and after would become obviously embarrassed at her reaction, though, it was in no way overboard or irrational. Rose simply had a modicum of pride and disliked being emotionally vulnerable in front of just about anybody. She had a past that had required she go about hardening up and it was failing her for the moment. Thus, she squared her shoulder and appeared to be trying to force her breathing back into some semblance of normality.


Now, the half Djinn stood on shaky legs but demonstrated enough coordination to not only hold onto little Angelo; but to rock him gently on her generous hips much as she did with her own Odine. And speaking of— Odine had been crying and wailing for nearly five minutes but the young ward girls on the wraparound porch of the main house were too busy running in circles and flinging glitter at each other. The gun shots had hardly phased them enough to quell their fun. Even the young weren’t as innocent as they seemed and everyone had to do a little hardening before the reached a sanctuary such as Redpointe.

Red eyed but keeping it together, Rose turned toward Sillent as he spoke to her; still fighting to keep it together as he put one of his hands on her shoulder.

“It’s...it ain’t nothin’.” she’d say; seemingly forgetting to hide her mountain born accent as she had earlier out of embarrassment. “Just...we’re trained. Gotta keep the kids safe. I’m...I’ll get over it. I don’t like bein’ a piece on somebody else’s chessboard.” To say the Nepenthe resented being played into suicide by constable, especially in front of the innocent and their family, was an understatement. Sillent asked about the body and Rose immediately shook her head and raised a hand; making an official declaration since she was in charge for the moment of the land they stood on.

No. We’re taking the body into the cold storage till Sophonax gets back. Don’t worry none. But….y’all aint gotta camp outside of our bounds. We’ve got cabins not one mile from the main house. I’m gonna put y’ up there until th’ Matron comes back. I...think we’re past formalities. Once she’s done we will send her off by fire...by tradition.”

They had a quonset style building in the compound made up for the mentioned cold storage that acted sometimes as a morgue. Foreign aggressives would come onto the land and Gwenna, ever touched by the dead, was always on site to examine the bodies for research and determining what they were, why they had come and what could be done to stop them. Usually, her tasks were cryptozooligical in nature— this was something entirely new. But it was true enough that the body should only be moved into preservation for the time being.

"She was...known to you. Kind of. Wouldn't be right to exclude you." Rose finally broke unwavering eye contact with Sillent to look down to the boy. The innocent shouldnt ever be an audience for such horrors. Keeping them safe from such things was the entire point of providing safehaven for those too young to understand they had been forsaken and forgotten. Now, look what had happened.
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Post by CielloRegalo on Wed Feb 10, 2016 6:22 pm

Truffle:
Angelo was taken into the protective arms of the Redpointe constable. He wailed, face red and cheeks wet but soon he was calming down both from comfort and also the exhaustion of the emotional fit. It was silly too much for these babes and they were all tuckered out.

"Well, I don't think she planned to die to be honest. But certainly she was prepared. Ciello was very old and very tired of being alive."Sillent spoke kindly to Rose, thanking the girl for her quick action and reiterating his debt to her. The woman felt she was made a pawn and the Shadow smiled a fanged smile at her. "You did your job. If she was left alive, more suffering would befall the Zerephan clan and your Ranch as well. You've done right, Rose. I know better then any." Because the Shadow has been around since the first fracture in Ciello's psyche way way back in the day. When things started to go wrong for that women. Truffle was born and was witness to all that turned the girl into a heartless beast.

Old man Zerephan called her out, beckoning the Shadow to seek audience with him in the coming days. She nodded to him and would do so gladly. What to do with the remains came up and while it did not matter to Truffle, it did matter a great deal to one of the other fragments of Ciello. The Shadow knew she would be coming to collect. The decision to put the corpse in cold storage made the most sense. This event and all its players would be subject to Sophonax' judgement. Matron is law after all.

"I'll move her. Here, old man, hold yaself."Sillent is presented to Sillent to free up Truffle's arms. If taken, the blue skinned creature would take up Ciello's body under back and knees with no strain from the minor weight of the headless little woman. As she did so the murdering handgun fell from Ciel's hand to fall into the frosty grass. Truffle turned to Rose, "Please, show me where you'd like her."Calm and polite, always trying to help. Truffle was a more understanding fragment of Ciello's psyche that branched off and grew into her own personality, made her own roots. Though connected they were very different animals.

Meryl:
Taken to meet brother Zeal and the familiar dog, Meryl was rather calm once again and continued to rub at El's ear lob while resting her head on his charred chest. Now and then she looked up at him with a distinct look of knowing and other times she looked around them at those talking or staring at the ground itself as if it were a player in the conversation as well. Taking in a small hearty breath the girl exhaled.


Upon the death of Ciello, the many branches of her existence became aware of the great mother's death. Many children, most of which were daughters stemmed from either her loins or when local sperm donors were found inadequate she split off pieces of her soul like seedlings to plant in body with select memories as fertilizer then sent them off to grow. Each one was a testament and an experiment meant to be harvested when the girl grew strong and ripe.

There was a time when all fragments hunted each other. Seeking to consume their siblings for strength in hopes of taking Ciello down. None actually tried though. Fear of failure. The strongest daughter seeded from the seed of Happiness that was given up under the present that it bred weakness. Never was it planned for this joyous girl to become the power house she had. The only girl Ciello ever 'let go' and released fully from her control. Synthetic. Named ironically as the mother thought true happiness a lie.

Across the multiverse in distant lands in a box of space floating untethered to anywhere the salmon haired woman had felt the passing of her creator. No time was wasted in using Ciello's body as a waypoint to find where she needed to go. Effective but the location was no where the cannibal has been before. With an eager heart she walked bare feet across white tiled floor to the white walls of her pristine lab of wonder. Leaving the greater hand of fate to decide where this journey would take her she leapt without looking.

And by leapt we mean she reached for the wall and at the moment she grasped the air a doorknob appeared as did the seam of the door that was not there a millisecond ago. Space folded somewhere around where Ciello's body lies and it was left up to the science of the magic to find a solid surface where a door would fit to present her into the new realm. The magic moved in real time, calculating placement for the blind host like trying to place a door in a video game and needing to find the right surface and connecting point while the door is highlighted red to say 'no, it will not fit here!' and you keep adjusting the position by small degrees and rotating it to just tryyyyy and make it fit. And then it highlights green and you're good to go!

It turned green and she opened the door. Syn has waited thirteen years for this day and there is nothing that will stop--- Except RedPointe and the Black had another idea. Space folded and wards met foreign magic that was unwelcome. The moment her door connected to the Ranch land she met an anomaly which wormholed her door miles and miles from the target objective. Instead of stepping out of the Ranch house from a suspicious door that down right does not belong there... she is five miles back from the Gates and spilling out of the air like a greenhorn bucked off a bull. Ass first she hits the cold road dusted in snow and slides several feet to a stop. The door slammed shut before her and disappeared when the door sealed the frame.

Deep red eyes with wide goat pupils stared up at the sky while her body communed with the flavorful earth. Skin was fully goose bumped not from the winter cold but from feeling the bounce back of new wards and the chaotic energy of the land. How exciting! But what the hell just happened? For real? She doesn't know but the not knowing makes her break into a gorgeous smile on plump pink lips with pearly whites. "Ohhhhh this place is a party..." she commented to the wild and sat herself upright and stood on bare feet. Brushing wet dirt and grass off her back was useless. Her white long sleeve shirt was already stained as were the extremely worn in and hole ridden denim jeans she wore loose around wide hips. The woman was pale as milk with hair a sunset salmon and shaved on the right side. It took a moment to get oriented then she took off into a full ass 'n elbows sprint for the Gate. Probably gonna run into Zeal and Iris on the way but that won't stop her honestly. Gotta get to that fucking body before someone else does.

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Post by War Torn on Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:56 pm

Sillent:

{Bodies and kiddies}

It was an obvious point to say that it wasnt 'nothing', to Sillent at least, but he let Rose have that. He gave 'Angelo' a look over right quick before he moved to Ciels body. A little more (whitsh) hair then his siblings, slightly paler to, and he swore he saw a lighter shade of blue. Mothers features. He nodded to what Rose said in terms of the body. The offer was one Sillent shouldnt and would not refuse so he simple nodded again and turned his head.

“You hear that?”

Sillent spoke normally, maybe a little higher strung. El was a good distance away from the rest of everything and should not of had means to hear, but somehow he did and in response he gave a thumbs up to Sillent. A nod was given in return and he turned back to Rose, frowning, but nodding.

“Best for the kids at least...See their mother off I suppose even though they probably wont remember it...Most of 'em.”

His sights trailed to the direction El was walking, squinting. Something [I]other[I] then that...flash revival thing Meryl did was different. TO much so, in fact, his brow creased and he eyed Rose.

“...Do you happen to know if Regalo...I know this is going to be a horrible thing to say or think of, but...you dont happen to know if she Experimented on Meryl...Do you? Because I can tell you this: I sure as fuck cant survive any bullet to the head like that.”

His sights, just as he was about to end his sentence, turned to Truffle. An inquiry to both: The shelter provider (for the moment) and...the shadowy demon like lady who knew Ciel well, was apparently a part of her. He blinked as he took Sillent in hand with both hands, awkwardly cradling the baby named after him in both of his hands. He frowned again but more in a curious way. He was used to kids in a way, knew the motto 'blay to keep the boredom away' usually kept them under a semblance of control and willingness, but babies? That was still a bit different for him. Eventually his hands moved to his chest and eyed Sillent-2. Shorter hair then his brother, not as pale, though the same eyes. At least they'd be easy to tell apart when they grew...or so Sillent hoped.

El traveled with Meryl in tow. There was a temptation to little rock or cradle the girl, but she seemed oddly content laying her head on his shoulder and fidgeting with his ear. He didnt mind in the slightest himself, though occasionally there was a snapping sound and one could clearly see the burnt spots on his body literally being invigorated with a new layer of 'healthy' but paler (scar marked) skin...and eventually clothes. Racial traits were nifty for such thing, as they were for detection. The trail was taken out of Redpointe, but El stopped, eyes shutting. Senses were woned for a moment and told him the quickest way to pick up Iris and Zeal and that way he headed, a little through more foliage, but he didnt...though at the last moment he picked up something slightly off that wasnt normal for this area.

“...More and more visitors, its a busy day for Redpointe huh Meryl.”

His head turned to eye the girls cheek which he lightly kissed with all the love and affection an older brother should have. If only, in some way, he knew.
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Post by Røse on Wed Feb 10, 2016 11:19 pm

Usually, Rose wasnt the sort who needed people to be nice to her, coddle her or give her any form of reassurance. She could be a bit of an aggressive ice queen; preferring her own company and precious few others. Thus, Redpointe was a bit of a paradise to her. Truffle’s words did manage to soothe her soul a bit. Such a difficult situation was hard for Rose to understand— Ciello had effectively committed Suicide-By-Cop at her and Gwenna’s hands.

“‘Long as….aint nobody sufferin’” she’d say; watching the femme turn away and deliver the other twin boys to their great grandpa and then see about Ciello’s corpse. The sight of everything messed up above the diminutive woman’s shoulders cause Rose’s stomach to lurch, but, she bit back another messy reaction; steeling herself to answer the query.

“We got gold storage ‘round the Silos. There’s metal slabs. We’ll keep her preserved. That blood was spilled on our land….got certain traditions that need to be honored if nothing prevents em. She was messed in th’ head but we wont do her dishonor in death”. Rose jerked her head back toward the main house where Gwenna could be seen in the distance leaning against the cedarwood porch railing and clearly worrying herself to the point of nausea. The baby was jostled a bit to soothe before she threw Sillent a confused look at his question.

“No...experiments? Not that I’m aware of. She only came ‘round every few days or a week and would just sort of sit around cooing at them. Sometimes being a little weird with ‘em. I cant speak for anything she might have done when we weren’t monitoring their time together”.

Rose heaved a sigh; finally seeming to only be shellshocked rather than in shock and began to lead her horse back through the pines; intent on leading Truffle onto the lands and into the compound with the body in tow. The 30.0.6 was stowed in saddle straps.

As she was traveling, the wards screamed once again; setting off alarms inside of her skull that another visitor had comes. With a baby in one arm and reigns in the other she stopped, closed her eyes and turned an irritated expression skyward.

“Not a-goddamned-’gin….aint we had enough excitement for one day?”

Whoever it was? They were coming in hot.
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Post by CielloRegalo on Thu Feb 11, 2016 12:26 am

Truffle:
The kindness extended to the dead woman would not fall unnoticed and unappreciated. Truffle was reveling in the mature nature of Rose whom despite the disturbing situation was able to look beyond her own anger, embarrassment and discomfort to pull from the foundation of her home's traditions. Sending Ciello off by fire sounded honorable and Truffle was certain the little woman would have appreciated that. "Thank you." the Shadow smiled genuinely. A bond of souls and blood did not earn admiration but Truffle was at the very least thankful for having been created by the monster. As such, giving her a proper send off felt the right thing to do.

Elder Sillent seemed to cooperate with the idea but she was confident he'd of been happier leaving her to rot and be torn apart by the wild animals to eat and use bits of her as nesting material. When the question of Ciello having possibly experimented on the litter came about he focused on Rose just up till the end. Of course Truffle had seen it all. Once Rose confirmed she had not witnessed the atrocities, Truffle had no reservations about holding in the information anymore. "Yes. From the moment they were conceived. Several key columns in their genetic structure were designed to bullet point.... uh, pardon the example... to uh, highlight their decided life path. Experiments occurred in womb and for Meryl they continued after birth."The dirt. The nitty gritty. It was days after Meryl's birth that a gun was placed to her head. The reason the girl always cried when her mother was around. Angelo had spoken so soft to his daughter, encouraging her to love her mother. While such cruelty went on without his knowing.

If there was more for Sillent senior to ask, he would have to keep up or ask another time. Truffle followed along Rose to carry the corpse to cold storage with a passive face. The blue skin was not put off by carrying the body of her maker. There was no emotional attachment to her. It was more so an unspoken, unwritten contract bond one-sided that put Truffle in metaphorical shackles.

Her lead looked up at the sky and spoke with a wearing frustration which made cued Truffle in on the approach of the other fragment hauling ass towards them from miles away. Black eyebrows pursed above her welding goggles and an apologetic smile with long fangs is offered to the ward girl. "That would be the uh... first daughter."Even in death Ciello could drag things out. "She knows Ciello has passed. We all do."Whether or not this would cause a problem is unknown so Truffle does not warn nor offer comfort. After all Truffle was attached to Ciello, not any of the other fragments. Syn had been released years ago and left alone unsupervised. Her intention could be presumed but that was it.

Meryl:
Skin died, flaked and new skin paler and with a near silvery sheen replaced it. A little huggable scar on El's chest was still pressed against by Meryl until the wards screamed in Rose' head and Meryl flinched and sat up to turn her head. El might think she was picking up on the approaching presence the same way he was. She is a Zerephan after all. Also she is a Regalo and now the girl stares off at the approaching stranger she has never met on her way to them, to Redpointe.


Syn:
Five miles became seven minutes. The femme ran fast, faster then any human ought to. That was because she wasn't human- though she looked humanoid. Muscle fiber, lung capacity, air resistance, these things had stretched rules for Syn and lesser limitations. The result is a body that can sustain far more impact which makes the force used to propel herself all the stronger. Her eyes did not blink despite the cold air coming in strong. Luckily the bugs weren't plentiful at this cold time of year otherwise her eyeballs would get all gunked up with bug guts. Not that that would have stopped her either! In her wake chunks of cold earth are dug up under such weight and force of each vault forward.

Redpointe Gate was in sight in seven minutes. There was a little camp nearby with a young boy and cool lookin dog but Syn had to prioritize. There was no time to chat! Upon approach she did not slow and instead vaulted over the fence with powerful meaty legs and ample ass powering the visitor into potentially hostile territory. As soon as she passed she felt the wards and her skin goose bumped up all over. The running did not slow or cease but she did shake her head and grin, "Woo!" Well she wasn't trying to be a sneaky hider stealtherson! Nah, Syn is rather transparent and balls out which she is more often then not.

Soon she would be passing El and Meryl by several yards so she wasn't terribly close to them and certainly not within reach. Salmon locks long and softly tumbling into waves hung back at the speed she ran. Meryl's scent was caught and the red goat eyes of the runner glanced her way with a smile before leaving them in the snow dust. From behind Syn was all elbows and ass as she ran, honing in on Truffle whom held Ciello and was headed for somewhere. Abruptly bare heels dug into cold grass and earth, tearing twin seams into the fine rugged muddy lawn of the Ranch. Momentum slowed to a stop and the earth made it look like Syn was a lot heavier then she looked at five foot five inches tall. Sure her tits walked into a room before you saw her and her ass inspired songs of worship but she really didn't look heavy enough to damage landscape like that. Out of all the strangeness that makes up the red goat eyed woman, the oddest fact at the moment is she isn't struggling to regain her breath after that. In fact she barely appears to be breathing. Attention is directed first and foremost at the body then eyes flit to Rose and to Gwenna at the house. She'd of offered an awkward greeting but she'd pretty sure the ladies got words for her first.

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Post by War Torn on Thu Feb 11, 2016 12:09 pm

Sillent:

{Experimentality.}

“Some experiments can be more then physical.”

As he knew, the comment made a few spots hidden along his body pang, but he did not convey this. Stationed with a baby, Sillent was very out of place at the moment. Awkward was the best word to describe it, though he handled it well, or as well as one not accustomed to handling babies often or at all. Angelo Jr was still sniffling at the sounds from before, despite being held by a more comforting grasp in Rose, but the babe partly named after him was stiffing the motions slightly. What little signs, even from near newborns, told the old man.

“Of course she did.”

Truffles' words made Sillent frown in a most displeased sort of way. It seemed the woman had it out for the kids to have any choice of life. Choice of paths (the whole reason things between Ciel and Ang soured), choice of abilities to an extent, choice of Family of all things. He exhaled a breath of air from his nostrils, annoyed, finding it hard to refrain cruel words for the corpse-woman but leaving it at that.

“Bullet pointed or not, they actually have choices now, and codes can be broken.”

He said offhand before his brow creased a bit. He looked between Rose and truffles, not exactly in tune with Redpointes security systems or with Truffles 'sibling' sort of sensory. New entrant? His eyes turned in that direction.

“...There iss a pink haired woman with half her head shaved heading up here.”

Meanwhile, said pink haired woman passed her technical step sibling and half sister. At first, El was clearly intent on getting within 'signal' range of Zeal and Iris, but a sudden alert doe like turn on Meryls head made him stop.

“Whats up baby?”

With a slight smile El turned his head in the direction Meryl looked and blinked. El wasnt one to judge on appearances (that wouldd be TOO hypocritical on his side if he did) but even this was a tad bit new.

“...Did that lady have pink hair, Meryl?”
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Post by Røse on Fri Feb 12, 2016 6:24 am

To Truffle, the brown skinned femme continued to frown with tired looking, red eyes from the stress and shock— but she did incline her head in acknowledgement to the thanks. “De nada…” she’d say; sounding huskier than usual. After, she raised a brow. They were nearly across the two acre lawn in front of the enormous, two story ranch home before Truffle informed her who it was.

“Well damn, how many kids did she have…” she’d say; unable to keep her vulgar nature at bay for too long. Mostly she asked with such a hostile tone because she wondered what those other children and maybe now some adults had been through at her hands. If she could use a kid as a body shield and and then blow their brains out with a smile on her face who knew what she’d done to her other spawn. “First” implied there were more than a few...the ‘we’ meant Big Blue was one herself. Rose was starting to get a picture of Ciello’s reproductive weirdness. Thus, she stopped their procession with a hand up and turned around; seeing someone bound onto the lands with eyes trained on them for what must have been an obvious reason.

“She...gonna be hostile? I mean, I— we...Gwenna and I— we did kinda kill her Ma’am. That kinda don’t get taken well.” Luckily, the wards were still active and so she would have the lands to use against said hostility, but, Rose had very little control and direction with her Djinn-given power. As a Nepenthe, she was something like a siren and her abilities aside from the use of her servitor were generally all passive and had a mind of their own. Being of halfblood meant that her ability with the servitor locked her out of being able to produce or control the Dwirgi. Jann got one half, not the other. Khooey was whole and thus came with the entire Djinn deck of cards.

Now, Syn had simply run across the lawn and nearly bounded into them. Rose didnt raise the rifle at her side and only gave the woman the same tired look she had given to Truffle earlier. She still had little Angelo on her hip and thought it bad form to turn any guns on his sister after what had taken place.

“I uh...I don’t know, it seems kinda dumb to say ‘Sorry’. But we’re trained to hell to put the babies first an’...she had a gun, man. Shot a baby. It was instinct” At the very least Rose never looked away from the pink haired woman— she had funny eyes, she noticed. Kinda like a goats? Rose had spent far too much time milking, culling and dressing goats not to file that particular detail away.


As for the “First daughter”? She had no idea what to expect. Naturally, she expected uglyness to come about.

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Post by CielloRegalo on Fri Feb 12, 2016 3:58 pm

Truffle:
The news of Ciello's whorish nature as well as her pension for manufacturing specialized offspring was not going over well. None knew of her hobby until now, after death. Those bound to her could not speak of it. In death the beans get spilled. Sillent mentioned rewriting code and Truffle worried about how the man would try to accomplish such a thing now that the spawn were crawling around outside the womb and growing on so many levels. Interfering with their design would be a rough slap in the cellular structure and forever change their coarse. A conversation for another day.

Rose was strong, Truffle appreciated that and having a task aided in them moving past the horror that just occurred. Asked how many young Ciello had birthed was a hard question to answer. "She birthed six that are still alive. Wait, seven. A few died. The rest are... were... made without a donor. Myself and my sister over there were fragmented from the Ma'am herself. A bit of soul, some memories and a flesh bag sent out into the world to grow." Not born but made nonetheless. Hostility was always an iffy thing to Regalo blood. Easy to get into it but that didn't mean they all went around looking for drama like their maker did."Nah, I think it'll be fine." Truffle said and hoped she was right.

Meryl:
Wasn't much for the girl to do or say. She turned her pale brunette head to watch Syn run by but did not make a fuss of it. Hands grasped El's shoulders as she peered over at the group then glanced up at his somewhat familiar face curiously before looking back.


Syn:
No gunfire yet, that was good. Maybe that was because of the kids? Shit they were everywhere. One in the younger guys arms, one in the old mans arms and one matching that one on the brown skinned ones hip. A bunch of the mini people were playing up at the cool lookin House too. Syn felt like she was interrupting Summer Camp and offered a lop sided smile then itched the shaved side of her head. "Uhh... hi. So you killed her?" Directed at Rose while bare feet caked in mud with her denim darkened by moisture and earth up her shins and calves walked her forward.

"Don't be sorry, okay? It's about time. Shot a baby? Are they okay??" Everyone else looked in one piece but the kids had some gore on them. Syn had a little girl herself so seeing the wee ones on the scene of what was likely a messy showdown was an upsetting thought. One that is easily shaken off though. As she came closer to Truffle and Rose so as to close in on Ciello's corpse. Bright eyes of deep vibrant red bore wide pupils like sideways hourglasses. Oh yes they looked like a goats or a demons but the plump lipped girl just smiled a friendly smile and nibbled the single lip ring in the middle of her lower lip.

An awkward moment hung and Syn clasped her scarred hands together casually, rubbing palms together. Bracelets half hidden under her long sleeves clattered with tiny 'beads' off white and tooth shaped. That is to say, they're made of teeth and hair is one looked. "Safely assuming she forced your hand, ya know, cause she's a fucking bitch.. uh... You don't have to go through the trouble like sending her off or nothin'. I can take the body." That is what she came for. So many questions were left unanswered. Who the hell was she? Where did she come from? How did she know Ciel was killed? But if she can get away with answering as little as possible, she will do so. After all Doc Truff was there and she was known for being transparent and cooperative. Chances were good she warned the crew that more of the fragments would be on the way to fight for the momma's wretched corpse. Her flesh was precious after all. Syn would ensure that valuable genetic integrity cozied up in her lab. Letting her rot would be akin to letting a universe of new planets, species and religions all die out before they could evolve and stretch across the stars. Potential on a cellular level.

Not wanting to waste time and let the body deteriorate she stepped closer still and held her hands out, eyeing Rose and Truffle. "Yeah? Lemme take her off yer hands." Please oh please please just hand her over. They should want to be rid of her but if tradition or Matron's call was in order; well, there was only so much time Syn could give them before the body would start going to waste.

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Post by War Torn on Fri Feb 12, 2016 5:03 pm

[B]Sillent/El/B]:

{Housing for a bit}

Eyes tilted to all involved parties in front of Sillent Xavier Zerephan. From Truffles to Rose then to Syn. A thought or two ran through his head and he cleared his voice. Quaintly, with Sillent-2 in tow he paced over to Rose.

“Mind pointing me to those housings you mentioned? Also, if its not to much to ask, can I have both the boys for now? We're not gonna steal them off butttt...just in case Matron and 'Guardian' object to us taking them, I'd like them to be around family for what little time we'll be here.”

A no was a no, but if a yes? His free arm was ready to take Ang Jr. He tried to discreetly show it in body language to; as 'trusting' as Syn sounded...if things got ugly, it'd best be to secure both boys away from potential conflict that could do harm to anyone. Still, up to Rose, regardless.

Not a hint of trouble went off for El and Meryl, so they were left for their own dues. Through the forested landscape a good amount of feet was traversed, with El occasionally sniffing here and there but eventually stopping.

“There they are.”

The 'signal' had been met with a response and though one couldnt see them; the shaking trees in a short distance told the story. A halfway point was made, El traveled two and a half miles out, Zeal and Iris did the same. The Netherhound once in view had grown...to the point that while on fours she was actually taller then both El and Sillent, and, well, it was easy to see why her prattling towards El had nudged around trees like they were nothing. Snow white skin covered a dense mixture of strong muscles lacing incredibly strong bones, further maturity of the Hount blossiming in the hard bone like crest sticking out of her head and the once bone rivets on her shoulders becoming spike like. Ridges about her back seemed more developed (as pointed out a bit naturally), as did the bone like club like tale on her end.

This is what approached El and Meryl, in all its huge somewhat intimidating splendor.

“...Apt!”

But the bark, as guttural and low and alien like as it was, told a different story. As did the prancing about like a dog just about to get a treat.

“Whooaaaaa Iris!”

Squeaked a little voice and gradually the hound calmed down. Situated just behind/above the Netherhounds bone crest poked a small head. This head had a slightly more 'rose cheek' complextiont o its white skin told, and a different shade of dark blue eyes and blue laced sort of hair. It was clearly a boys face, one that squirmed a bit then hopped down from riding the Netherhound (whose head was probably bigger then both, the boy AND Meryl combined), landing on wobbly legs before pacing over to El, with a smile.

“El!”

Exclaimed the boy (revealing filed looking shark like teeth in the process). A curious look was given to the girl El carried though, as well as an inquisitive frown. A face similair to Els but different looked up at its older brother.

“...Sis?”

El nodded. El thought this over, still frowning before smiling and looking up at the girl.

“Pretty!”

Said the seven year old in his odd broken speaking pattern (which was used more to mask the stutter he had more then anything). Again El nudded, using a free hand to rustle the boys hair and take his place near Iris (who headbutted him slightly on the side in affection and earned a pat herself) while Zeal took place beside El, hand being held as he looked between the blonde and Merl.

“Come on, we got a house to stay in for a night or two.”

And without further ado, off they went. Simple as that.
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Post by Røse on Sat Feb 13, 2016 5:25 am

Rose sucked air through her teeth; grimacing slightly as she was assailed by all sides: two children of Ciello (and it had her wondering if Ciello had managed to get around as much as Sophonax— she decided no, of course not. Not since the Siila had managed to sire a royal bloodline halfway across the world a couple of millennia ago.) and now the big dead man of the hour’s son El. It was all so sudden this massive influx of family drama from both sides of the baby’s making.

To say, Rose was getting a bit agitated. She didn’t know any of these people and the only ones familiar and known to her were the babies. She’d done her shifts taking care of them and the other wards in the nursery just as often as she’d been on Sentinel duty. The fun never stopped at the ranch— for once, she actually wished for all of those times she’d been mildly annoyed at having to change the diapers on little Sillent or Angelo or clean up after Meryl rather than deal with their extended lines. Couldn’t be helped though— she’d removed one fountainhead of heritage from the picture only twenty minutes prior.

“The baby’s...fine. That much I know.” For Syn. She paused to rub her own temple in the spot Meryl had been shot and her stomach almost lurched as she recalled the sensation of resurrection by proxy.

“Alright, alright, everybody jus’...fuckin’ simmer down alright? Here’s what’s going to happen.” Since she’d been asked by El to take the boy he’d find himself bogged down with Angelo in no time; the kid seizing a lock of her long, tightly wavy hair and nearly trying to take it with him. A little bit of finagling and she freed herself from the baby’s grip.”You-” Rose pointed to Syn; grimacing at the upfront way she asked for a confirmation about the shooting.

“-Are going to take the body. Blood trumps all” And likely, El and the old man might feel that was unfair, but, it was a cadaver and not three vulnerable kids registered to their hold. Not to mention Redpointe gals were blatantly and shamelessly distrustful of men. “I jus’ need you to leave a few locs of hair. We can work with that for the….well, the stuff we have to do. There’s no foul play involved.” Rose blew air through pressed lips and nodded her head with a grimace at the whole “fucking bitch” bit. “I’ll let you tell it but ‘Forced my hand’ is pretty much the case.”

“And you-” She turned to El and frowned. First it had been the camp grounds for them but they were way past that point. If they wanted to see the kids they needed to stay in the main house, not too miles down the road and up a hill. If a blizzard rolled in, it might be too difficult to keep the babies warm. Rose damned her maternal instinct and guilt and carried on.

“We’ve got guest rooms. I’ll put you and you old man up for however long it takes. If I'm gonna lose skin off my ass over this might as well go all out. S’got two full beds and I’ll put the bassinets in there for em all and a crib.” Might be a little cramped with the old broad bugger but they would likely be fine. A free hand went to her hip and she balanced the other palm on the barrel of the Springfield special and screwed her mouth up.

It did bother her that ‘Syn’ was so eager for a corpse, but, it was her mother after all. Mother’s mattered the most.
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