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PostPosted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:37 pm 

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As the Beauty on his team spoke up about having a different idea, He scoffed a little, being pulled out of his thoughts to assess the new situation. "Of course I do, Keep your mouth shut, and wait for them to give us their directions. Nothing can be gained from demanding..." He said softly, looking over the gods as they began to fight amongst themselves. Ghaleon pushed his teammate from his mind and listened in to their words. When Abaddon came to his decision to pluck someone else out of their world, while disposing of the one he had brought in the first place, the sickening sound of flesh and bone failing to stand against stone and marble, Ghaleon's posture shifted ever so slightly. As the Mangled mess of a body came to splatter onto the ground, His stomach turned ever so much, him lifting his hand to his nose and taking a deep breath. The Smell of leather would be enough to center himself so he wouldn't vomit from the carnage.

While Ghaleon wasn't new to the smell or look of bodies, it still affected him. It was less pronounced than it once was, but still, every new state of murder left a sour taste in his mouth. When he had come back to himself and gotten over the fresh pool of blood and Sinew, He clued into exactly what was going on, and lifted his hand. "Hold on a second, You mean to tell me that the god of Evil in this Trinity, Went for two humans as his model for Evil?" He said with a slight struggle as he tried to keep himself from laughing. "You do realize that The only thing humans are Marked with overcoming, In Almost every world I have been too, Is Dragons, Right?" Ghaleon stepped forward and tapped the Swollen mess with his foot. "This, is the best you could do?!" Ghaleon couldn't contain himself any longer and began to laugh hysterically, he was no longer able to take this God Seriously, if this was the best he could do.

As the god Stretched out his hand to call another from the void, Ghaleon crossed his arms and waited with a smirk. He knew what was coming, Another human with no markable quality, Just like the last one. He had done one thing right and brought one with a gun, She was still a threat to him, but he was indeed curious to see what he could pull out of his ass, last minute. But as the Aura took shape, Ghaleon smug demeanor melted away instantly, replaced by both hatred and preparedness. Again, Fear was a hard emotion to find in him, but he was wary to say the least. His cocky words of jest were gone, and he stood in silence as the presence that filled the air around him set him on edge, an edge he could not push past with any grace. The best step now was to keep quiet and keep his eyes forward, for this presence was far too familiar a creature for his liking. This game just got a lot more treacherous, and in turn, much more interesting.

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Gemma glared at the far too perfect looking Ghaleon.

"Your plans sucks. I am not a puppet."

Being quiet and listening for 'directions' was dumb the dragon turned human. She didn't give a **** about the god's little fun. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her mate. She was not a puppet or performer. She refused to entertain anyone or do any god's bidding. Even if the goddess who had 'selected' her, seemed to be the kindest of the three here. Of course, the gods decided to ignore them all for a moment and fight among themselves. Apparently one of the players hadn't wanted to come out and play. That didn't go over very well. She gasped in shock at Abaddon did to his first 'choice'.

"Holy...You're crazy!"

Gemma yelled at the god. This confirmed her belief that going home and demanding to go home sounded much better to her then playing nice like her 'partner' wanted. When Ghaleon spoke again, she gave him a look.

"You got a problem with dragons?"

Gemma demanded to know. She was a dragon, deep in her soul, even if she was stuck in this awful body. When he laughed at the gods, she wasn't sure what to think and frowned. Wondering how Abaddon would react to what was said. Gemma looked at the new arrival with untrusting eyes. She didn't even know why she was here, but she knew it was probably going to be everyone from him or herself. That's how games of the gods always worked.

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The night was young and Malikacecilia was loving the way it was turning out. To her left was the towns mayor and to her right was his wife. They were both at their throats with kitchenware arguing over each others priorities. A sparkle shimmered in her black eyes as an idea came to her. Going to the mayor she placed the meat knife in his right hand as she rubbed her newly young body over the quivering man. "Tell her love, tell her she is a heartless woman, she only wants me to herself." she whispered and then smiled as he repeated her words.
"I'm the heartless one!? Prove it." the lady said as she threw dishes near their direction. The succubus smiled and made sure he held the knife firm. "Show her she has no heart. The old wench needs to see to believe." Mal stepped back and watched as the Mayor lunged at his wife and stabbed into the woman's beating heart over and over splashing blood on his clothes and everywhere around him. after the woman stopped breathing.

"Oh dear." she clapped as the man grew to realize what he just done.

"What are you!" The mayor cried as he held the knife in his hand.

"Oh dearest..."Mal pulled out a doll with a strand of brown hair."...don't you remember what you gave me?" She placed the doll on the ground. "I am the new mayor!" With her black heels she smashed the doll and simultaneously the man's body desecrated in front of her. "Oh my, what a mess." as she began to use magic she felt her true name being called by a powerful presence. "Hold on a tight minute love a woman has to clean up her messes." She cast the spell which cleaned up the blood and, before burning the bodies, licked the access blood from the wife carefully. "Okay sweetie I am ready."

As she held herself firm everything changed around her until she saw the silliest of groups then spotted the three gods. "Abaddon! Sweetie!" The lady curtsied making her black curly hair bounce. "You should have said it was you love! I would have worn your more favorite of outfits." She gasped as she saw the Dragon and Human females. "And you brought me food! You shouldn't have." Her soft pink lips smiled.

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Icarus watched as the gods talked among themselves while simultaneously trying to zone out the bickering of the knightly looking man and the angry sounding woman. He caught a few snippets of their conversation, something about 'dragons and being brought back', but chiefly he was staring intently at the group of three supposed deities in front of him. 'Are they really what they appear to be?' he asked himself inwardly as he tried to remain calm. He remembered watching an illusionist preform at a festival when he was a child. There were many ways to make people believe that what they were being shown or what they were experiencing was real... this could be a very elaborate illusion. 'What if...' his thoughts were cut off abruptly as he heard a shrieking scream followed by a sickening thud.

At first, he thought that what he was looking at was something else. He didn't know what else it could possibly be, but he tried to convince himself for several seconds that it was anything but a crushed, horribly disfigured human form. He had seen Abaddon raise his hand and he put the pieces together slowly as it dawned on him just how serious of a situation he was in. He looked up from the grotesque corpse and watched as the gods continued to speak among themselves: obviously the beautiful one was extremely unhappy about the decision. He heard some sort of commotion closer to his side and glanced over to see a sultry looking woman who obviously hadn't been there several second prior. She addressed Abaddon directly, which probably wasn't good news for any of them, and she very nearly gave him the same feeling that the three deities had. He felt suddenly like a playing card, wondrously aloof and flat in a world where he was merely a tool in a grand, inexplicable game. He then wondered absently what number or face and suite he would be, then he chuckled sardonically as he remembered that they already had a joker in their midst. "I could actually die here," he whispered to himself as moved his head from his 'companions' back to the gods. The thought didn't terrify him as much as he thought it should, but he regretted not finishing several projects sooner.


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PostPosted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 6:04 am 

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Distraction overtook Jester again, shortly after his look at the gods, with the discovery of a stick near his feet. Just as the impromptu game of tic tac toe was about to begin in some soft dirt he had found the sound of screams followed by a loud crunch brought his attention to bear. His head turned on its side as he looked over at the now deceased form of formally dressed man, or what was still recognizable. In an instant Jester was crouched next to the dead man's form as curiosity over took him and he began poking the body to see if there would be a reaction. The thoughts of why the man was thrown from the tower did not last for long however with the arrival of the new strange woman. Jester moved to inspect the woman who seemed to have something off about her, her reference to the others as food just reinforced these wonders. An Idea entered his mind and before what little reason within his thoughts could react he had made the move. Walking in an exaggerated sneak Jester stopped slightly behind the women before poking her in the cheek with his stick before the small bit of reason reacted causing him to jump back behind the strange engineer hiding behind the man looking over his shoulder.

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Anna watched as the man who had shared a room with her not a few moments before was torn from the building, broken, and tossed to the ground below like a rag doll. Her mouth was agape, as the sudden gravity of her situation collapsed in on herself. She was in some form of arena without any noticeable borders; a gladiator like in Ancient Earth times pitted against the most savage creatures from every corner of the universe. Anna's eyes moved from the form of the deceased man and began to watch and listen as the god name Abbadon summoned another participant. She had gathered that the man that was on the ground, dead, was her former teammate. To her, he was a solid pick. The stories she read about the mafioso's was one of blood, murder and depravity; all of which would come in handy during this tournament.

Her eyes caught the shape of the new figure appearing, and once the new fighter materialized, she could not help but feel a frown fall upon her face. Before she had a rough, cold blooded mafia man to assist her in this upcoming spectacle, but now the form of a Victorian era woman was taking shape. She scoffed at the sight of what appeared to be a steel cage crinoline underneath a green vest. Though the smirk soon faded as she soon addressed the god, and as the feeling that a key piece of information was withheld soon sank in, Anna gave the new arrival a second look.

A sinister smile was the first thing her eyes noticed. It hid something that she could not grasp, though the mention of herself and the rest of the combatants as food did shed some light on what she was so happy about. Then Anna's eyes fell on the new persons eyes, and noticed a familiar trait. Her eyes stared out in a cold calculating manner, a trait she herself shared. After a moment she turned her attention to one of the combatants fighting for the other gods, or so she assumed. He had eyes unlike anything she had ever seen, green was the first thing she noticed, his green eyes. She was surprised by the swirling motion the color had, but then again she was growing less surprised at the new things she was seeing by the minute.

“The Dragon-Lady is right.” Anna spoke directly to the man in a condescending tone. “Besides, I know a certain weapon of mine will easily overcome your body when the three point six kilogram shaped tungsten projectile is accelerated at speeds in excess of Mach Seven. Not even a 'Dragon' could withstand the shot.” Pausing as she turned her attention once more towards the newcomer. Anna allowed a slight grin to appear as she watched the Jester being, well a Jester, by poking the cheek of the new arrival.

Speaking to the newcomer “I'm sure not even you would find the end result delectable.”

The game had already begun, and yet she was without her weapon. She knew she was near useless at dispatching other contestants without her gun, so she turned her attention towards the god that summoned her and spoke. “You summoned me here, so how about we get the rules first and then you can give me my weapon. Sooner I have it the sooner

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PostPosted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 11:01 pm 

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As the place fell so quiet that a pin could drop could be heard in the silence, it was broken by the angel laughing and mocking Abaddon's choices. However, Abaddon didn't get mad. He simply smirked and answered his question.

"Well, one must think. What kind of a creature does it take to be so evil that they'll wage war nonstop on their own? Humans are by far the most atrocious, hideous, and wicked of things I have ever encountered in my existence."

It was true. In the history of most beings, humans ranked pretty high on the list for being self destructive. Most species held more of a sense of community and love for one another than they did. Where other creatures wanted togetherness, humans longed for separation and possession. And it was for Ghaleon mocking his choice that Abaddon decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and picked who he did to summon as a replacement.

As all attention turned to his little sweet, a secretive smile crossed the evil god's face. The thrill of looking on a creature so wholly submitted to his will was intoxicating. He held out one of his clawed hands and simply made the "come here" motion to her and knew she'd obey. Once she was over to him, he lightly ran a claw under her chin as he spoke looking down at her to admire her.

"These ones aren't for you Mal. They're your play mates for the time being. Do try not to break your toys so quickly this time." He spoke before lowering his hand from her chin and motioning her to get in line with the others.

Cassius looked on at the new girl and the sway she seemed to hold with Abaddon. Figures that Abaddon would pick one of his sex toys. At least this one was semi-dangerous. The bad thing about it was that she seemed entirely and completely bent to the man's will. That could pose some problems. She had a definitive goal to impress and obey Abaddon it seemed, where as the rest didn't really have the same drive. She could be a tough opponent indeed.

Veleda's nose crinkled at the new comer and the way she seemed to fall all over Abaddon. How could anyone stand that pompous bag of filth for more than five minutes? Wait, she took that back, two minutes. Yet here she was seemingly at his beckon call. She didn't like this one bit. Especially not with how uncomfortable she seemed to make Ghaleon.

Cassius took initiative and started off the task of giving them their rules once everyone's attention had been won again.

"Alright everyone, listen up. Here's how things are going to go. There's a murderer amongst all of you. It's up to the five of you that are regular players to figure out who it is and present us with proof before you're killed. If everyone dies, then the murderer wins. The person who presents the god that selected them with proof that is correct about who is the murderer gets a prize. Likewise if the murderer wins, he or she gets a prize. You're allotted one weapon from the start, anything else must be forged, stolen, or found." He explained.

Veleda picked up from there. "Spread around the map outside of this base, there are six supply drops. The contents of each box is random, and there's no preference on what is inside of any of them nor where they're located in the arena. The game will go until we have a winner."

Cassius spoke again. "Any questions before we begin?"

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The succubus giggled as the Jester poked her with the bloody stick.
"A creature after my own heart." she curtsied again towards the jester. Looking at the Baffled angel she skipped over to him and stood on the tips of her toes. Looking into his eyes the demoness wrapped her hands around his neck to lift herself up and kiss him. As she released her grasp she took the hair that she grabbed gently into her sleeve. "Never tasted an angel before, now you make me want more." the woman teased as she rubbed against him then walked towards the dragon. calculating she knew this was not the time nor place to take something from her and moved on.
As her masters gesture beckoned Mal went to his side. Her lips watered as her master stroked her chin. for a brief moment the demoness quivered as she mewed in her master's palm. Her body was in absolute bliss.
"Don't you worry master," the lady said softly. "I won't be too hard on them."
Then the human spoke. Mal's attitude snapped.

"I have one mr lower God"Going to the girl she plucked the human's hair and wrapped it around her fingers. ""What happens if we kill the killer?" flexing her hand she made weak hexes on the human girl.

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PostPosted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 12:51 am 

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Cassius brushed off being called a lower God, and he spoke. "If you kill the killer, then you're the winner, but I would suggest you try to solve the mystery first or you're going to be killing off your help and painting a target on your back."

Veleda spoke up next before he forgot to inform them of it.

"Oh, and each team, team meaning group of people selected by one god, is allotted ONE hint. You will not be allowed to select the nature of the hint, but you must share a hint, so unless you want your partner to sneak off and use it without you then withhold the information, I would suggest being close to them until the hint is given."

Abaddon simply smirked to himself. It did his heart good to know he had a minion resting in the palm of his hand. It inflated his already massive ego to near impossible proportions.

"Any other questions?"

The trio waited to see if there would be any other inquiries. They didn't expect the teams thing to go over too well. The group was too diverse. However, it would make it interesting to see them have to cooperate. They'd be forced to lest they have a disadvantage. And in this game, that was a very dangerous aspect.

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Ghaleon's Smug face was all but stoic now, Not even the words of the Gods could bring a single emotion to his face now. After all, what could be worse than a Demon among sheep, and him being the only other one of some considerable might in this Exchange or so he assumed, but as he thought over the lot, There was an eerie shift in the air, and this time it hadn't come from him. He was well prepared for the rest of them, Guns posed no direct threat, A woman with an attitude was still a woman, And a Mechanic who seemed all but enthralled to be here. But now there was a Demon, What type escaped him, and a Jester who's willful actions remained a thorn in his mind. As the woman with the Armour spoke up, Ghaleon turned his head and met her gaze. He listened to every word, only to shake his head and turn his eyes back to Veleda, Arms Crossed. "We shall see, Human." He said softly, No jokes or jests, a Cold promise to the lady. While a lot of the words made little sense to him, the one point was clear, She was worthless without her gun.

Ghaleon remained silent through the entire proceedings past this, save for answering his "teammate". "Only that their hubris is most often their undoing. Dragons are not Immortal, yet they act as though they cannot be overcome. It's a Fallacy you will do well to remember. You just might survive this should wisdom be your weapon... You can accomplish little by trusting your form..." He said softly, Looking forward as the Gods began to explain the games in Detail. It was about as close to his thought as it could get, they were here to play murder mystery, And everyone was a suspect. As Cassisus asked for Questions, Ghaleon shook his head and took a deep breath, the air around him cementing their forms in his mind, him taking this time to get a read on the way their bodies felt in his presence. He hoped this would be the last time any of them would see him, to which awarded him an Advantage from the gate. If he was to win, He needed to get his Sword, and Be lost to the forests around him. He could let them all kill each other and observe from the boundaries.

Watching the Demon close in on him, He didn't move an inch having her filth on him. She was not his first demonic encounter, and Certainly wouldn't be the last if he had anything to say about it. But as she reached up to kiss him, He smirked ever so slightly, allowing it out of some sick twisted ideal he had on his morality. That was of course until he felt the slightest prick from his head, his mocked glee fell away in an instant, Him glaring as she then spoke out of what he was. This would not due in the least. No matter how small the hair was, he stepped Forward, the Winds picking up around him, Only to intensify Around the form of the Demon as she Spoke toward the Gods. As he words left her lips, the torrent would kick up into a frenzy. Seeing as she was still within his range of Influence over the wind, and having spent the last few minutes getting a feel for the area around him, Creating such a localized squall came easily to the Angel. This Squall would beat down on her from above, Forcing her into the ground with an impressive force if she didn't notice it right away. "I'll abide by a Personal slave from the underhanded God with something to prove, But what i will not Allow is a Demon to possess something from me before this game even Starts. Get your ****ing on a leash, or I'll snap her vessel's neck and banish her to the Realm of the dead for good!" He said sternly, Ready to slaughter the Newcomer just as quickly as the Mafioso was dealt with.

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Gemma grinned for a moment when Anna said she was right. About time someone realized she was right. Although a glare quickly came on her face when the woman gloated about her weapon. Gemma wished she was in her true form, she could melt this precious metal with her fire power. She turned in her attention towards the gods and Abaddon's succubus. This one would prove dangerous, Gemma thought. When Mal got in her face, Gemma let out a low growl.

Gemma looked at the other 'competitors'. The jester she had no idea how to read. He seemed lost in his own world. The arrogant woman and the mechanic, Gemma thought wouldn't be hard to take out if they tried to take her out. It sounded like Gemma would have to work with the angel. Great...That was going to work well. Gemma didn't know how to play well with others, especially holier than thou angels.

Gemma also didn't like being lectured. She was an arrogant creature, it was in her nature. In her dragon form, she was a powerful creature, very few beings in any universe could stand a chance against her and her kind. While not truly immortals, dragons lived for centuries and Gemma believed she was smarter then Ghaleon was giving her credit for. While she didn't like him, she needed him. At least, for now.

Gemma asked the gods.

"You said either the murderer wins or the person who discovers their identity does. So, does that mean the losers all die? And what's the prize?"

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Icarus frowned as he watched the jester poking at the corpse. He was still reflecting on the possibility of his own death... and how many projects of his would go unfinished. 'I wonder if anyone will pick up my work on the inverted...' his thoughts were broken as he saw the jester poke the newcomer with his stick then run over to use him as a shield. "Geh," he furrowed his brow as he took a step away from the strange, masked... whatever it was. His eyes darted around as he took a closer look at his fellow cohorts. The new woman, whom he'd mentally tagged as some sort of witch, approached the evil looking god and fawned over him. As he watched the scene unfold, he listened to Cassius' explanation carefully and took a deep breath. He'd more or less figured out what was happening already, but it was slightly relieving, albeit stressful, to hear it directly from the one's who had brought him here. He frowned as he listened to the replies of the others; most of them seemed confident in their abilities at least. He wondered why he had been chosen as he remembered the painting of Cassius on the wall. Nearly everyone looked dangerous and all of them seemed to have shed some sort of blood at one point. He glanced nervously at the jester, positive that even the person behind the mask had spilled his or her share of blood. Strangely enough, as he tried to get a bearing on the situation and where he stood within it, he realized that he probably trusted the jester more than any of them. At the god's mention of anyone having questions he pursed his lips, consigning himself to his usual silence. He glanced over at the medieval looking warrior as he heard the man shout something, then frowned, shaking his head and wondering once more what in the nine hells he was doing there; he certainly wasn't anyone's ace in sleeve.


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Jester's stance took a saddened appearance with Icarus's move away from him. The words of the chaos god however brought a realization to Jester that things were going to start getting very interesting very fast especially give the demon and angel's actions so far. The comment on him and the engineer needing to work together, at least for a time, was a nice surprise however, with him being the seemingly easiest to work with. With his new need in mind Jester made his move, with a spin his clothing changed from his normal outfit to that of the suit from earlier Jester closed the gap between him and Icarus. He stopped fixing his suit in what would appear to be a nervous manner before looking directly into Icarus's eyes. Jester bent down on one knee and in an exaggerated flourish of movement he pulled out a small black box with a ring inside. Jester stared upward at Icarus with a mock nervous look to pull it all together.

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As no doubt, other things were happening around him, Icarus looked up from his musing as he saw the jester moving out of the corner of his eye. Before he could really react, he watched as the jester somehow changed his outfit then took a sharp step backward as the strange being bounded right up to him and knelt. Confused, the inventor furrowed his brow and looked down slowly at the box then the ring, before his eyes widened in dismay, "What in the..." he realized suddenly that it must have been a joke but he wasn't laughing. "I decline," he said flatly as he took another step backward. "Regardless, we may have to work together in order to survive... at least I won't be bored," he muttered as he patted around his body to make a check of the tools he had at his disposal.


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As Mal's spell begins to start she realizes that right then something was off. The first part of her spell made every bone in her arm crackle and pop as each bone bent backwards and broke one after the other as the succubus screamed in pain and her right hand went limp. Then the second part came right after; the muscles and vessels in her arm expanded and compressed simultaneously making the witch drop to her knees and cry in pain. Then the last wave hit. This spell she knew was going to be the worst. Her right arm was now useless and looked like a worm compared to the rest of her body, Mal could already feel the pain as her arm expanded beyond compare, crushing and destroying every bone in her right arm. Not stopping the arm continued to inflate as veins burst through her now weak skin and exploded in-front of her and her partner one by one covering the two of them in the witch's blood.

Wreathing in pain and seeing red as she bled out, Mal scooted over to the dead body in the ground, put her ear to its chest and smiled. The bastard's heart was at its last beat," She thought to herself as her left arm shot through the chest and plucked it out. Looking at the heart her smile looked as if it widen but it was more than that. The skin at the end of her lips tor apart as the Succubus's mouth opened and consumed the heart whole licking her now healing lips when she finished. All of a sudden all the recent blood on the arena floor rose and shot towards the demoness on her knees. The blood now formed around the area where her right arm was and attached and reformed itself into her lost appendage peace by peace; first bone, then the muscles, and finally her white porcelain skin. She moaned in ecstasy as her new arm finished.

Reaching down now to the dead human she then went to his mouth and head her head above it opening her mouth yet again. The man's soul then jumped out of its holder and into the succubus, leaving nothing left of the man who was once there before her. Her outer clothes now ruined and torn,she unlaced her corset and slipped out of her dress till she was down to her bare essentials then tossed the rest aside. Now in just her forest green and black laced underwear she looked down on the ground and laughed. "A little big but it will do." She then slipped into the clothes of the mafia boss that was and with her magic sized it to fit.

But her bad luck didn't stop there. Looking back at the angel who was now mad. She saw that he had cast a wind storm into her direction. With the final boost of her power she deflected the wind back to him pushing him to the ground. Sighing now she put the angel's lock of hair in her pocket, then bent down,took the girl's back, and did the same. As she finished she saw the silly Jester and frowned. "Poor little thing. I have you know you are my favorite. I may have to take you back with me." looking back at her god she smiled. "Can I master, once this is over?"

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Veleda was quick to answer Gemma's question. She wanted to be the one to bear the good news that if a person lost the game they didn't die. She wouldn't allow the other two to kill off the remaining party outside of the winner. She couldn't talk them out of sending the other dead home, but she did manage to at least get the small victory of allowing the others to go home when it was all over.

"When all this is said and done, you do get to go home if you're one of the group that didn't unearth who the murderer is. As for the prize, I am not allowed to say."

Abaddon looked to Mal when she asked if she could keep the Jester.

"I don't care. If you both make it out alive I suppose you could ask. Or I could just give him to you as a pet." he spoke as he looked to the Jester to gauge his reaction and stir up some trouble.

Veleda frowned and her brow creased at the notion of him just giving away another contestant as a toy to one of his minions. Of course anything she could do to cause Abaddon to suffer was welcomed.

"That's not part of the deal Abaddon."

Ignoring all the chaos going on currently, Cassius spoke up.

"If that's all of the questions we have, then the games shall begin. You've got 30 seconds to spread out or do whatever you're going to do, then your weapons will be bestowed upon you and you're welcome to do as you please. The six supplies locations have all been randomized. Good luck to you all."

With that, the gods disappeared, and the games had begun.

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Ghaleon's Anger only grew as the demon was Allowed to walk around with impunity toward the rest of them. Gods with bias, this was going to be even more of a problem than he originally gauged. It normally was, but still it did nothing to calm his Nerves. The Winds being sent back toward him caused him only the smallest of concern, for the extra strength for the Demon's Influence using his own power against him nearly tossed him off balance. But as his legs lifted ever so slightly from the powerful gust, It dissipated, returning to it's calm state it had been before Ghaleon meddled. As Cassius Made his Final Decree, While the Jester Made his what seemed to be Proposal of Love to their Mechanic, He took one last look at the people around him.

As the God's disappeared, Declaring the game had begun, Ghaleon wasted no time at all and Turned toward the north. Pushing the Air out of his way to cut the Resistance, His legs only sped further, Him wanting to get as far away from these Psycho's as possible. Without a weapon, He would have to rely on his Wind or a few random spells of illusion, but None could do much in the way of Preventing harm better than his sword. While it was True, he didn't need it, He would feel a lot more Comfortable with it back to him. Once he was far enough from the group, As he ran, He went to work undoing the belts from his chest, Getting through 4 of them, before he realized the worst thing that could have been. His Angelic power that kept his Wings able to recover from his Nightly Rituals of hiding them was Gone, as well as his legs were growing tired from exhaustion already. Ghaleon's running slowed down from his realization, Fearing the worst, for now, he couldn't take the advantage of the skies Either. He was forced to remain on the ground.

He came to a stop, hunkering down behind a tree to catch his breath, silently cursing himself for being in this situation and began to grab the belts around his chest again. If his wings were to remain in disrepair, They might as well remain protected. There was a Good chance if anyone in this game studied, They had a leg up on him already, he wasn't going to give anyone an edge if he could help it. As he rested behind the Tree, He looked up into the Tree and scanned around him, Hoping to get up off the ground to get a better view. Those supply drops sounded like the best idea, and since flying was out of the question, he needed to get somewhere high. He had to locate at least one of them, Maybe there was something that would secure him victory. He could hope for a Mirror or something for Scrying, After all, the priority at the moment was Killing that Demon before she came for him.

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Gemma nodded her head at what Veleda said. If people didn't figure out the murderer, if they survived, they could still go home. It would make sense then to work together. She frowned at the succubus. She would prove to be dangerous. The next time her spells might not go as bad. Gemma wasn't even sure what to think of the Jester. He was an odd fellow. He'd probably kill someone with a giant grin on his face. As much as she and angel had gotten off on the wrong foot, Gemma realized she needed him. She wanted to get home, back to her treasure horde and her mate. Surely he'd want to get home too.

She didn't wait to see what Mal, her pet, the mechanic, and the female soldier decided to do. When Ghaleon took off running, Gemma ran after him. They had woke up in the same room, they were partners. They could work together and both get home. It didn't take the dragon turned human long to realize she hated this body. Obviously, the gods had changed her form to make things are more equal playing field. She hated that she was panting and wished she had her wings right now. In her true form, she would have eaten the creepy jester and set Mal on fire along with her favorite god. Gemma wiped sweat from her forehead, when she saw Ghaleon go up the tree. She stopped, hunched over a little to catch her breath. Dragons flew, they didn't run and didn't need to catch their breath. Being a weak human sucked. She looked up the tree at Ghaleon.

"Hey, I don't like you and you don't like me, but let's work together!"

Gemma suggested to him. She looked over her shoulder and right now it seemed they were alone.

"You heard the female, even if we don't discover the murderer and get the prize, if we live, we go home. Don't you want to go home?"

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Jester stood and dramatically squared himself after he was rejected and stared directly into Icarus's eyes. This lasted for only a short moment however before the demon's situation took Jesters attention as he watched the failed spell unfold. When she began to speak of him as if he were an animal that could be made a pet as the hamster began running on its wheel within his head. Another whirl and a toss of the ring box later and Jester was back within his usual attire listening to the gods final words before their departure. The aggressive gods sent the hamster stumbling as the idea of being thought of as some tamable began to fester within Jester. The black orbs that stood in place of Jester's eyes seemed to darken slightly as thoughts swirled within his mind over this insult of his talents and squared himself starring in the direction of the demon his smiling appearance betraying the malice within his lightless eyes. This only lasted for a few moments before the angel and dragon girl walked off one following after the other and the hamster began running again and plans on how to survive and win this game filled jester's mind.

Deciding on a strategy for the moment Jester moved over to Icarus and began 'helping' with the task of patting him down for useful equipment the anger within his darkened eyes disappearing quickly as he began poking and prodding the strange engineer.

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Ghaleon's Fatigue was Evident in his slow Climb, but the mind was stronger than the body by far for most if they chose to train themselves. Perception was an ability all possessed, and when trained in it, it could alert you far faster than your body ever could. The subtle changes in the ebb and flow of energy of every living creature. They all had their place in the fold, so once Ghaleon got up the tree and Calmed himself, He made sure to push it as hard as he could, trying to acclimate himself to the world around him. It wasn't long before that concentration to be broken. He was sure someone would follow him, should they view him as a threat, But as the Dragon turned human's voice broke the white noise of his Heavy breathing, He turned in his perch to see the Auburn haired woman not too far from him.

As she spoke of Working together, Ghaleon's eyes searched her for slowly, as if waiting for more to come from his Temporary Companion. "Decided to play smart, Rather then rely on your hubris..." He said in his Regal tone, but not a single word came off as Mockery or agitation. It seemed more appreciative. "Perhaps I miss judged you..." He said softly, Taking another look behind where they came from, before leaping from his perch and landing close to 10 ft from his "team mate." As he was hunched over, the words of the Gray god came true, as close to the exact amount of time he said, A Simple looking Castle Forged Long sword faded into view on his waist. As he Stood to his feet, The air around them began to stiffen and calm, the breeze that once was now lay still. Around Gemma, she would feel the air twist and fold around her, as if inspecting her, though it would be very subtle, like a ghost feeling for life in a being as he Looked her over again.

"To go home would be a gift from fate, But if I know my Cruel Mistress, I will most likely fall in this game. I don't perceive going home will be likely... I haven't been "home" In close to... " He trailed off, his eyes shifting to the left in thought as he counted within his head the differences from his world and the one he was on, shortly coming to. "30 year... give or take a decade. There won't be anything left when I return... Not for me at least..." He said softly, taking a sharp breath in as he turned from her and Continued his trip north, Noting the break in the canopy a few miles ahead, him walking much slower than normal as he tilted his head back toward her. "I don't know what good will come from you and I figuring this game out, But if you can put your prejudice aside to work with me... Then you will have nothing to fear from me. Let's get going... I want to put as much distance between us and them as possible. If we find a supply drop, We might find something useful, Perhaps something to fashion a Hex bag or ritual Seal." He said back toward her, but continued his slow stride, at least until she had caught up. As he Got another few feet away, the sensation of air would fade from Gemma's form, the breeze returning unimpeded by his influence. He turned to keep his eyes on her, Smiling slightly as he spoke out a warning. "But be on your guard. That Demon took a hair from me, Not sure what she has in store for it, but In my Experience, That doesn't bode well..." He said, His hand resting on his blade's hilt before pulling it from the scabbard, a Long streak of what looked like blood dripped from the tip as it was drawn and held in his hand, showing it was no normal blade. "Come on, I saw a Clearing a few miles up... We should reach it before the others catch up..." He smiled warmly and turned his back to her and started walking a little faster, wanting to be done with this game sooner than Later.

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