The House(New Roleplay)

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Roland watched in awe as Mythra killed the being with pure rage.

But slowly his awe turned to horror as he realized the beast was to fall on her.

Using his quick reflexes he bolted at Mythra like freight train and hit her like a sack of bricks, saving her from the falling beast.

"You OK?"

Mythra stood, frozen and unable to move, her eyes locked in an unfocussed state on the now dying creature. She was a mixture of fear at her own capabilities, and exhaustion from the extreme energy expenditure...in short, she was about to lose it. She was about to allow herself to just sink to the floor, given that she could not move, when she felt herself hit with the force of a running bull, and thrown to the ground some way away, where she landed heavily and painfully, although the pain was somewhat numbed by her fatigue.

Feeling something tear, she looked down to see she had landed on several sharp stones and her robe had torn through at the calf. Blood leaked onto the ground beneath her leg and she turned away to gaze up through foggy eyes at Roland before passing out. It was the only way she could restore her energy, although her leg was another matter entirely. She had not yet developed the ability of skin sealing.

((I know but . I won't reveal more until later. I am outside the group, but I may join it. I will, for the moment until you suggest otherwise, assume that Mr Oak has never met Mythra. He may seem similar to someone else, but Oak ain't Quatermass. He's darker and more secretive, but also sorrowful...))

Roland swore under his breath.

In saving Mythra he may have killed her anyway.

"Ah f**k! Thanatos!"

With that Thanatos came running to Roland.

He looked a dirty but fine otherwise.

"Good Dog."

Turning his atenttion back to Mythra he decided to move her back to where she and Wraith had be chatting eariler.

Picking her up slinging her over his shoulders carried her back to the clearing set her down gently.

He'd leave the rest to Mythra.

*FLASHBACK* The darkness cleared and she watched as a passive observer as her self from 9 years ago wandered through the bleak graveyard. She was alone...or so it seemed at first, wearing black robes, her hair tied back to keep it from her face. Her expression was blank as she stood at the gravestone of her father, eyes studying the writing on the pale grey stone.

She seemed to be totally lost in thought for some moments, but it became clear soon that the thoughts were not pleasant for her expression now contorted into one of grief and she fell to her knees, leaning forward to rest her cheek against the coldness. The wind was whistling through the trees that stood scattered around the graveyard and the sky was an uneasy mixture if inky black and slate. Her hair came free of it's tie and whipped furiously around her face and suddenly, the sounds of the dead filled the place... inanimate corpses appeared to animate and appear in a misty haze around her and she began to shake as one lay an icy hand on her shoulder and she turned.

Gripped with panic, she jumped to her feet, but the panic seemed to make the situation worse and more of these things appeared, an eerie sound emanating from their dead and shapeless mouths. Just as she was about to scream, a figure emerged from the trees up ahead...a male from what she could make out, and he held aloft a book...an ancient looking book. Eyes wide, she watched as he seemingly commanded these dead things to do his bidding, her own self frozen to the spot with a mixture of fear and awe alongside anger that she had revealed in herself yet another freaky ability.

Once things had calmed, the male approached and she had studied him hard. Guns were slung against his sides, and his eyes were sharp and hard, his mouth pulled in a taut line. All in all, she had then found him intimidating.

'Sais, the name's Roland', he had said simply*END FLASHBACK*

She opened her eyes slowly, wincing as pain shot through her leg. She was laid on the ground, it appeared, and she looked around from that place to try and gauge where she was. Moaning slightly, she sat herself up and looked for her companions. She could see Roland closeby but not Wraith, which was not unusual since the other had a tendency to wander.

Taking a deep breath, she called out, 'Have you got something for my leg?', her voice sounded raspy and she cleared her throat, 'I would rather not have to rip my robes and you used to always have something disposable with you'.

((I am so far behind now. Blast it. I'll just pick up from when Mythra transformed. It's a long post.))

Wraith watched Mythra transform and felt a twing of amazement. How she could simply slip into that form, as if it was nothing more than changing shoes...well, Wraith didn't know how she did it. It hardly mattered, of course; as far as she knew, Mythra was the only one able to do it.

Roland came around, grumbling about how obvious they were being. As if he wasn't building undead creatures in the back, Wraith thought, slightly amused.That's pretty obvious too. Mythra must have thought something similar - Wraith hadn't been paying attention - because he answered sharply. She shifted back into her human shape, and gestured that they should head toward the back.

The three wandered around towards the back of the house, Mythra obviously concentrated on the woods in the back, and Roland surveying everything like a hawk. The uneasy, unwell feeling was fading for Wraith. She had felt it for long enough for it to become no more than an irritating flick in the side of her mind. Being constantly uptight would help nothing. She tried to relax.

Something caught her eye, and she turned her head. There was a small garden on the side of the house, crystaline and cold. Roses of four colors - black, crimson, grey, and the palest blue - twisted and turned, climbing up a small wrought iron trellis. I didn't know roses could be grey, Wraith thought, troubled. They don't look natural.

She took several steps towards it, hardly aware of what she was doing, and then sank to her knees. Reaching out, she ran her fingertips over the closet crimson rose. It was cold and stiff - frozen? Yes, but at the same time it wasn't. There was no coldness, at least none that she could feel, but it seemed frozen to her. How odd, she thought. When she lifted her fingers, she was momentarily startled to see red liquid dripping off them.

An odd curtain of feeling was sweeping across her, numbing everything around her. She was no longer aware of the grass or the trees or the moonlight. All that seemed important was the icy garden. Wraith raised her head, intending to show Mythra and Roland her hand, but they were gone. For a brief moment, fear sparked through her - where had they gone? - but then the curtain swept back across, and they didn't matter.

She turned her attention back to the garden, then gently seized the rose by the base of the flower and turned it. The flower was misshapen now. Where her fingers had held the petals pressed down. A small area around each was curiously softened, as if it was part of a melting candle. The rest of the rose was perfect. She traced her fingers lightly over the petals again, and now the liquid was on both hands. It was as if the rose was melting on her hands.

"THANTOS! KILL!"

Wraith jerked away, startled and confused. The curtain jerked back with startling speed, and she accidently pulled the rose up with her. It was all happening very rapidly now; what was once a rose was turning black and crumbling in her fingers. In another second the ashes blew out of her hands and across the grounds. The liquid remained on her hands.

She jumped up and started running towards the forest. How had she gotten so far away? No, when had she gotten so far away? The house wasn't that big, was it? It streched on and on before her, the garden never quite out of her sight.

She leaped and spread her wings, catching the air and riding up. She looked down as she drifted from above. It didn't seem that big from up here; probably just her imagination. Mythra, she reminded herself. And Roland too. That didn't sound good.

But now she was starting to doubt that it had ever happened. It was feeling more and more like an illusion. Better safe than sorry, she decided. Although if nothing did happen, I'm going to look like a total fool.

She spotted them coming from the woods, going back to the clearing. Yes, something had happened. Roland was carrying Mythra, and unless she had vastly underestimated the man, he would only carry people if he had to. He laid her down in the clearing, and as Wraith began to float down, she could see Mythra stirring. She landed behind the woman just in time to hear her say, "Have you got something for my leg? I would rather not have to rip my robes and you used to always have something disposable with you."

"Here," Wraith said, hurrying to Mythra's side. She reached into her trench coat and pulled out a layer of gauze. She noticed that her hands were still covered in red, but it didn't seem harmful. Just very, very cold. "Lie still, and let me bandage that."

As she began winding the gauze she glanced up at Roland and asked, "What the hell happened?"

"Some summoned monster attacked us."

Roland spoke calmly and without any emotion.

"It was a being weaved from raw mental force."

Reloading his revolver he added casually:

"A mighty tough one to"

Wraith looked up sharply. "And it's gone, I hope?" Without waiting for an answer, she finished binding the wound. She stood, brushing off her knees and slipping her hands back into her pockets.

"Your injury wasn't too deep," she told Mythra. "You'll be fine in a while." (((Wraith is not a healer by the way. I screwed up on the wording earlier.)))

She switched her attention back to Roland. "What could have made that type of creature?"

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"The darkness in people's hearts, the nightmares buried deep in the abyssal oubliettes of the psyche." called out Mr Oak as he strode towards the trio. Roland raised his revolvers, but Mr Oak waved them down.

"Do put those away, Gunslinger. I come to parley, not to threaten you."

Earlier, Oak had decided to show himself explicitly, and sent away his bodyguards to search for the source of the house's strangeness.

"It fell apart as soon as it hit the -"

Then Mr.Oak had so rudely interjected with his little speech.

"Why shouldn't I stick Thanatos on you?"

Mythra sat motionless as Wraith dealt with her wounds, her eyes flicking constantly between her two companions and the house. She felt sure something was about to happen, but she was not sure yet...at any event, it did not feel too ominous so with a sigh, she got to her feet,

'Thankyou, Wraith...you always were the expert in that area', she said softly. She turned back to look at the woods from whence they had recently emerged, but spun sharply around on hearing an unrecognisable voice speaking out in response to Wraith's question.

Her eyes fell on a male...a rather odd looking male, she privately thought as she surveyed him and stood her ground where she was,

'Who are you? I have been here many times and not seen you here before. You are not a part of our group...', she trailed off as she continued to stare at the stranger, eyes narrowed in suspician, slight annoyance gnawing at her innards. She had not planned on anyone else being present for their excursion...

"One, I would consider that to be a very severe breach of etiquette, Gunslinger. Two, I have things at my beck and call that would be a match for Thanatos. Three....well, that's for another time. As I said, parley."

((Edited to take into account Graelwyn's post))

"My name is Mr Oak. And I have only arrived in the country recently. I am....investigating this house."

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Wraith stiffened. People did not just appear on deserted ground. He was alive, or at least it seemed so.

Touching her knife for comfort, she demanded, "You threaten us to get a parley? Who are you?"

" I did not summon that monster, madam. So it is not I who is to blame for that."

"Fine, say what you will and be gone."

((Edited due to Flagg's post.)))

Wraith spread her wings entirely, preparing for some sort of a scuffle. The man had said that he didn't call the monster, but that was no reason to believe him.

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