♫ Desert Bluebird ♫ [Inactive since 04/03/2013]

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The  night could only make a spirit shiver so much as the late Alistair Durail ran through the forest, pushing away the branches as his breath was caught in his throat. He knew better than to wait around, he was stuck in this forsaken world that his son promised him he'll go to  if he kept up his vanity and domineering attitude when he spoke publicly and privately in this manner, especially towards his wife. 'She did need a good slap once in a while,' he thought as his boots crushed the roots but he didn't care, he must get away before the Twins get to him. The Asmodean politician didn't know which way to go, all he remember what drinking a simple cup of tea with his son and it all turned black as he took outside his balcony, shouting at the peasants below and it all went dark. The last thing he was was a large crack as his mind and vision was too blurry to recognize anything besides sleep and aloofness.

A cackle stiffed the man as she pressed back his white and disappearing hairs over his balding head with different spots onto it. Yes, he was suppose to be a man near his early fifties but New Humanity has stressed out his youth and only left nothing but a beast hungry for power. This beast was old, cranky, and abusive to those close but even his own son wasn't anything special besides a pawn for his campaign. The moon was shining over him and he cursed under his breath, "By the Master of the Heavenly Yard, please save me.."

[[May the odds ever be in your favor.]]

[Karakuri]

_{The Master of the Heavenly Yard seemed to spare no sympathy for this pathetic sinner. Another wicked cackle ripped through the night, as well as a low, threatening growl. The first cackle had seemed to come from the throat of a human...but these sounds...Lorencio had transformed...the games began.}

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The man soon took a leap into the opening where wondering spirits fled the moment they saw him. The prey of the Servants would only bring trouble to the other spirits that hid in the forest for even the spirits were prey to the Stupid Butler and Wicked Maid. Alistair turned around as cold sweat around down his face. Even as a spirit, he never felt so alive yet frightened for he knew the worse was coming. He remembered in his youth that his mother spoke of the deities as animals and the Servants being the most viscous besides their mother, for they were hyenas. They scouted  the remains of others to feed to their demented Mistress, the Master of the Graveyard.

He soon took a dash through a bush of wild, colorful flowers that released a toxin that seeked their way into his lungs. He leaned against a tree with his right arm, covered his mouth with his left hand in a ball as he coughed. He, however, took a dash through the forest and prayed for mercy for he apparently didn't deserve such a fate. As his eyes look up, he could only see the moon smiling back at him mockingly. His clothes were ruined with tears and cuts for the branches poked and took pieces of his shirt, vest, and even pants as he still ran. The politician looked nothing more than the beast he was, a savage trying to act off as a man of priorities and refinement.

[[*Plays the Jaws theme.* Dun dun~.]]

[Karakuri]

_{Very quickly, disappointingly so for the savage butler, the beast caught up with his prey. "You give up already, sir? That was no fun, no fun at all." The beast says as it transforms back into the butler with a swirl of spiked fur and claws. He smiles in a supposedly charming manner to the man, bowing in mock politeness. "My name is Lorencio, and I shall be serving you as the Mistress's dessert this evening. May I get to know your name, first?" He asks the old man. Of course, he knew his prey's name, but it was just polite. The seemingly youthful boy smiles at the dead politician, sharp canines glinting in relief of the moonlight. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, having that reflective quality only carnivorous animals could accomplish.}
 

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This post contains cursing and disregard of politeness towards the deities!

"Damn you and your fun,  your abomination of the Master of the Hellish Yard." He spat on the ground and gave a disdainful glance towards the young boy who eyes shined brighter than the bright Marlon oceans near the shoreline in the brightest of nights. He ignored the boy's jests at him for he was a man better to take this boy's mocking personally. "Alistair Durail, however seeing these actions, you must already know it." Seeing the boy's attire it could only mean one thing, "Ah, the Stupid Butler. I see that you aren't that much bright either." The Asmodean politician lifted his chin in arrogance, he would not be harassed by a boy but he would put up a fight. His hand slowly slipped behind his back where he kept a dagger concealed.  'This fuckin' puss comes over here to threaten me, he looks more nothing than a wench with gender confusion.'

The sight of the sharp canines made him weary at first but his own blade was sharper than his pathetic teeth. "So, are you planning on taking me to that -Removed by moderator- you call your mother?"

[Karakuri]

_{A temperamental little creature Lorencio was, he didn't take too kindly to the insults. Baring his teeth, he seems to grow a little more feral in appearance, more demonic than childish, and MUCH angrier. The Butler lunges forwards with a growl, clawlike nails raised and ready to strike as soon as he got in the physical range of the old man. How dare he talk about him or his mother that way, the impudent little wretch! He decided that his mistress's dessert was going to arrive to her in bite size pieces. Closer to his prey, he drops the towel to the floor. "This seems as if it is going to be rather messy." He comments , looking slightly sad. Then, the demonic butler lunges yet again, attempting to strike down the soul.}

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Alistair shuffled towards the boy and took out his dagger, trying to stab the beast in the chest but unfortunately, weapons do not carry over with the bodies only damage done to the body and clothing when the spirit enters the God's world. He let out a loud screech into the night as the wandering souls wept for their brethen was caught in the grasps of the beast.

On a much more brighter note, the Vector of Protection left her spot on the sand dune and checked over on the teenagers to see if they were sleeping well and a sudden cold breeze swept over as the Marlon girl shivered a bit. She crept down near her motorcycle and pulled out the map from her pocket. She cuddled close to her map and fell asleep, for there was nothing else she could do.

[Karakuri]

_{Lorencio treated Alistair's spirit like is was nothing more than a chew toy. The spirits were right to weep, since this usually calm, collected butler had turned into a demonic madman with the insults. After a while, he dragged the mauled body to the center of the clearing. "Who's next!" He calls, smiling into the shadows, blood staining his hands and teeth, his usually neat hair messy and dirty with his victim's blood as well. "The lady did tell me to try to bring back a friend..." He chuckles darkly, inspecting the shadows for another quarry. And this, was the transformation from the polite god of Literature, to the frenzied beast that was the servant of Gluttony. Gilda would be frightened of this change. It didn't help with the dark mask in the light of the moon, highlighting the eerie grin etched on it's metallic features.}

[Karakuri]

_{Elluka was watching the sleeping children absentmindedly, mostly Anne. "...and where, may I ask, is your dear servant...?" She mutters, thinking everyone but her was asleep.}

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[[ Yes, yes she would. She would turn all colors of the rainbow and faint.]]

The Master of the Graveyard pounded the table with her fork and knife in hand, she hated when her servants played with their catches especially when it suppose to be her that did so.


The Vector of Protection was awaken from a odd comment made in the distance as she hazily sat herself up, hugging the map. Her green eyes glanced up towards the older pink-haired woman who was talking to herself, speaking of a servant.. What servant?


[[Ah! Short posts.. *dies.*]