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    The *modern day* Brothers Grimm enjoyed the battle that ensued. Not even Ultimate Fighting produced such sheer naked violence. And to top it off with naked women that transformed into great primal beasts? Priceless. Having the best seats in the *house* to witness the *possible* defeat of Taboo, with Briar's poison ...
    "Poison? I feel a song coming on ....."

    [Ready StyLz are you
    Oh yeah break it down

    Briar I must warn you
    I sense something strange in my mind
    Yeah yo situation is serious
    Let's cure it 'cause we're running out of time
    Mm mm tell 'em Styxx it's all so beautiful
    Relationships they seem from the start
    Yeah mm mm it's all so deadly
    When love is not together from the heart
    Mm mm check it out

    It's driving me out of my mind
    That's why it's hard for me to find
    Can't get it outta my head
    Miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you're dead

    That girl is poison
    Never trust a big butt and smile
    That girl is poison poison

    If I were you I'd take precaution ...]

    -THWAP!!!!!!-

    "Sorry brother, I got carried away."

    The twin gargoyles would remain high above, as the next act would unfold with the introduction of several old/new players. As far as they were concerned, a victor had not been announced, so no side would be taken.

    Yet.

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    It was almost like moving through the realm of dreams as Stonze escorted Pheus through the chaotic nightmare that was once the VIP section of the Crimson Scarf. The screams of the recently departed still echoed throughout the dull roar of the surrounding violence, a battle that cause even the ever brooding Stonze to take notice on more than one occasion.

    "There. The one of three is there. But one is missing? No, removed from reality. This one. A passing dream to most. Save not all." Stonze would do this from time to time without warning. Speak in riddle. More often than not, those riddles would be right, in some strange way or another. Stranger still, it appeared if he himself was none the wiser of these sudden verses.

    "Crimson is badly hurt, she cannot withstand another battle of such magnitude without her inner structure falling upon itself." Stopping right in his tracks, those obsidian eyes would stare at the scene unfolding before them ...

    "Now... change back bitch and call off your phermones before I set your precious little torture chamber on fire."

    Was that anger etched on the face of Stonze? A growl? His bulky form would tense up more, just as the appearance of two former walkers approached from the opposite side of the club through the smoke and haze. Stonze's attention would be diverted once again, by a spot where Mera had died? But there was no body to mark her passing. (m) "Hmmmph."

    Perhaps it was coming to the material plane that made him become more ... animated, but he stood with arms folded in a protective posture behind the dreamer Pheus, that stare once again falling upon Briar, and the female she held the blade on. Watching.

    Waiting.

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    The midnight shadows, would whisper their arrival. The voids would speak from the emergence of those that serve a more ... Darker power. Those same inky depths would take semi shape, the whispers becoming even louder ...
    But not loud enough for those of mortal origins.


    "So our quarry's trite little chase has led us to this backwater of a Realm? Predictable. His life aura is almost masked within that towering structure of concrete, metal, and glass. It is not what it appears to be."

    ^Milord, do we proceed?^

    "No. We wait. I sense others inside that our Mistress has forbidden us to engage at this present time. We shall continue to heed her counsel. Hmmmm. This is most curious."

    ^What is it Milord?^

    "Whatever shields the warrior Wulfsohng from us, may possible protect him as well. But This very structure screams of tainted magics, possibly of the dark arts. The owner of those abilities also is partially hidden, though weaker than the rest ... Wait... I sense, The Coyote.

    And what is this? The former protector of the Realms has returned from her veil of dreams? Dark fortunes smile upon us, for the will of our Mistress and savior assemble our foes together, like lambs for the slaughter."

    The imposing figure whose massive figure was covered from head to toe in obsidian armor, covered with mystical runes and symbols of alien/unknown origins. A cloak with the color of fresh blood flowed behind him, despite any presence of wind, almost as if alive.

    The helm worn did little to hide the apparent disgust etched on those bronze features, as they would continue to view form the comfort of shadows not only their potential destination, but the hordes of useless pathetic flesh sacks, that swarm around like ants just waiting to be smashed.


    His thirst for violence would be curbed. All was still going according to plan. Though one hand held the reigns of his nightmare steed, the other remained tightly gripped upon the hilt of his crimson blade. A slight tilt of his head in the direction of those under him, a single word uttered ...

    "Soon."

    Their presence their will soon become evident. For now it would offer a teasing fraying of the material strands, offering nothing more than what has already been happening around them all. For those enhanced enough to detect them, it would be as elusive as wisps of acrid smoke.

    "Perhaps our brethren shall have similar success."

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    Pheus rested a soft hand upon the arm of Stonze, a weary sigh as that hand only became more solid... more real as she lost a hold of the dreams that existed within her realm. Smoke-Quartz eyes turned then to Briar as fingers stroked at the tension built into the arm of the gargoyle.
    "No... it is not a time yet for this... it will stop before anymore can be. Watch."

    A murmur as her hand moved to point. Those gifts to see the past, present, and future were fading fast... but this she could sense. The arrival of another.

    Perhaps more.

    Surely as Pheus had spoken the Trickster had sheathed her sword after forging a makeshift sheath seemingly from mid-air. The Norse woman had only turned away from Taboo to touch the should in Jere in a gesture of thanks. Not even noticing the patch of shadows that rippled and changed where Mera had been crucified.

    There the cloaked figure of Death herself stood. A small smile but touched the lips of Pheus in recognition as her Dark "Sister" arrived... as well as another.

    Who's eyes only but burned so fiercely as the fire of her very soul... a fire formed of energy, love, passion, and hope. Life awakened again. This one seemed but lost in the shadows, chin resting against the torn tatters of the stage's crimson curtains of velvet. Eyes of smoldering cinnamon that were fixed so intently upon one.

    Words seemed to lick inside the minds of them all. Smoky and smooth as a fire sheathed within its hearth. "It will stop now."

    The Phermones were then snuffed out, Taboo's blackened eyes but filled with stunned shock...lost, confused at what all had happened... and from the stage, through those tattered curtains still watched on the smoldering eyes of one awakened again but the realization that sometimes... maybe... perhaps... love could survive even through death.

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    "Thanks for the coat." A mutter as Briar shrugged on her blade offering Jere a slight smirk as buckskin mane shimmered like waves of gold in the light of the club. Slowly the Trickster was getting back to old routine as she punched the advisor, soothsayer, what have you in the arm.
    "Don't think I didn't hear you before by the way."

    A gruff bark of laughter as her nose wrinkled in disgust.

    "I don't dig the pussy...smells too funky for my taste...rather bump uglies with the harder sort of the gene pool of you get my drift."

    There a slow grin split her lips into that Coyote smile... simple and yet so complex in it's vision of emotions. Wild. Devious. Playful. Sexy. Sinful... and of anything the slight undertone of everything sensual... that promise of undeniable pleasure that it was to possess from sharing a night with one that lived life so protectively and yet so free.

    All that it was to be wild. A sniff at the air then as she turned around swift upon reflex. That scent she knew.

    However, Briar could only look down with furrowed brows at the owner of the Crimson Scarf who seemed as confused as she was naked. A grunt and Briar snagged a jacket from the mutilated body of a once onlooker "Here." A shrug. Growling in irritation under her breath at someone besides herself to play tricks upon the world.

    "She's back to normal now... feel free to do your whole doctor type treatment now if that's what you do."

    A murmur to Wulfsong, smirking at the presence of the female personification of Death...the one she knew as the Raven...and that the Dreamer probably knew by another name... their scent was so similar after all.

    Then another shake of head as she spared a side glance at the stage. Before walking away she offered Jere's shoulder a light squeeze in thanks.

    "Maybe you should get Devantious a bit in the midst of things... I have a feeling that he may want to be around here soon..." A nod.

    "I'm going to go clean up."

    Whistling as she sang some makeshift lyrics of birds in flight, of even the raven of death not able to kill other birds off.

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    Silence. So thick it was ... You know the rest. Save for the occasional creaking of the inner structure of the Crimson Scarf, that almost sounded like a sigh of relief. Everyone appeared to be glancing at someone else ... Even that was short lived, for throughout the charred remains of a once exotic club, a single voice bellowed...

    "WTF was that all about? Get me in the midst of WHAT things? Two females goin' all Beast Wars, and almost bringing the club down around their ears? Don't even get me started on the countless laws/violations that were broken here. What are we supposed to tell the folks that lost friends/family/loved ones here, that it was a cosmic case of that time of the fucking month??? I can't be any more around here than I'm already am, sheesh!!!"

    Tossing a random piece of debris out from his path, the Blacks Ops officer cringed from the sudden high pitched squeal coming from his still turned on phone, as whatever interference that was playing havoc with the electronic devices in/around the Scarf were suddenly no more.

    "Payton? Yeah, it's me. Bro' you don't want to know. Yeah, it's under control ... " A quick glance at Jere, Briar, and the rest of the surrounding cast, that trademark bemused expression in full effect. Call the morgues. Which ones? Hell man, all of em within city limits. The CSI's too. This shit is twilight zone level, bro. My location? level yellow for now. Just deal with the lower levels until I give the go ahead. Wulfsohng's up here with me. How? C'mon bro' we're talking Wulfsohng here!! Yeah, keep em busy down there. I'll be in touch again in a few. Steele out."

    Then his focus turned towards the one(s) responsible(?) for curing whatever had possessed Taboo ... "And who the Hell are you? Do I even want to know? Probably not. It was shit like this Wulfsohng that made me hang up the Realm Walking boots the last time!! *You* can deal with all the mystical mojo, I'm heading back down below to assist my crew with the carnage, like *normal* folk, unless one of you can raise the FUCKING DEAD!!!!!"

    Jere was his usual quiet self during Devantious' tirade, allowing his glance to wander several times over to those he did not know. Tilting his head slightly, he observed the one called Taboo. Whatever had taken hold of her, had been purged from her body, still, she would have to answer many questions. This wasn't for mortal ears it seemed, though Briar's semi cryptic advice did have him pondering.

    "You have to pardon my former student, he likes to vent his frustrations/anger in a most ... Colorful manner. But he has brought up several valid points, one being the proper authorities will want answers pertaining to the massacre of so many inside such an elite club."

    His tone never wavering, always maintaing that soothing edge, he would look to all assembled for the answers he did not have at hand for the moment.

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    "Waking the dead... that's a strange notion to consider. Possibly done. Complications though I would imagine. Of course there are. Mm... at least it would soothe the very spirit of the Scarf and her inhabitants."

    A voice drifted... if Pheus's voice would seem as a sweet aria in a wispy winter night..a breath of warmth admist the chill of the evening... this voice was a dark rhapsody of elegance and poetry. Ash and nightengale serenades. As golden as the Dreamer's hands were, this one's hands were pale as snow.

    Snow White seemingly brought to life. The dark cloak of Death was brought to fall upon her shoulders.

    "Something of asking and receiving. If that is what is wished. There is help that would be needed of course." A slender nod of acknowledgement to the Black Ops man and then a slide of midnight blue eyes to Devantious and Jere.

    "A wipe clean of the board... a cleansing to soothe the soul of the Lady Scarf... and to put at peace those that have lost. I can return life to them... though there are conditions."

    Brow furrowed as hands rubbed along her arms. "Protection for myself...and sadly... I cannot return the life of the Lady Wolf." A side glance to the curtains, a smile shadowing her features.

    "You need to be put at ease Wolf of Steele, so restless... perhaps there is one that might help."

    A motion of slender fingers to the curtains, an encouraging beckon to the one that peeked slightly around them.

    "Come... it is not your time. You do not need to stay ensnared in the darkness any longer. I am not here to take your soul any longer."

    And as if Devantious prayers had been answered... one stepped away from those curtains that seemed awakened from the dead and made whole once more.

    "Perhaps... I might be of service." Soft, and yet determined. Shaky with the realization that she lived again. The Phoenix reborn.

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    Styxx - "Hmmph. At least it was fun while it lasted. Now, if we know these humans, they will prattle/ramble on. And LOOK at those two down there, reminds of The X-Men 3 The Final stand."
    StyLz - "You mean the part where Taboo was laying in the fetal position like Mystique was after being hit with that cure dart?"

    Styxx - "No, but I did like that part too. Like she couldn't get any more hotter than she was being all blue. Unless she was green. Tis not easy being green. Just ask that creepy puppet frog that has the thing for the puppet pig. But no, not that one.

    StyLz - "The part where the Juggernaut is stuck in the floor, and bellows out ... DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M THE JUGGERNAUNT BITCH!!! Styxx - "............. Where in the Seventh Heaven does that tie into ... Oh, I get it. Briar. Granted she has the mouth for that particular quote. But nuh uh. No balls, and two strikes."

    StyLz - "We're gargoyles. We don't have balls. Well, considering I thought the movie lacked substance, what scene are you talking about, dear brother?"

    Styxx - "The part where Cyclops is drawn back to where Jean *died* and he's all being a wussy whipped mama's boy when he sees her again. Hell, those two just did the entire scene!!"

    StyLz - "Oh yeah!! Maybe she does the same thing and suck him dry!!! Nothing left but a pair of cool glasses ..."

    Styxx - "Hey, someone replace Death and didn't tell us? Last time I checked, it wasn't a she, and this version is smokin' hot!!!"

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    You ever see those movies, where the background seems to freeze around the actor/actress as the camera zooms in on them? For those old enough to remember, how they did a similar thing with girl in Michael Jackson's Thriller video, when she turned to see him as a zombie?
    Something like that.

    That was what Devantious Steele was going through, for everything else around him stopped. No longer existed. Blocked out. Tunnel vision? That was when Jere Wulfsohng teachings/training jump started those instinct of his. Death was a chick?

    (A certain unnamed sibling would have said ... "Death is a frail?")

    Curtains? WTF? Not who's time? Then like someone flipped a switch in the back of his brain, what started off as a dull sensation, became a more lighting of gun powder, to the firing of firecrackers, as being in this close proximity *trigger/restored* a buried/no longer used bond.

    It caused a slight stagger/sway in his step, as Devantious found himself standing several paces from ...

    (m) "Lilia?"

    Rampant images suddenly running through his were so chaotic, like a 20th century grade school film projector out of control, seeing/feeling things from another point of view, before the focus was semi restored on both fronts.

    Blink. She was standing in front of him.

    Blink. He was holding her in his arms.

    Blink. Her face was cradled care like she would break.

    Blink. The embrace.

    The connection surged through him like an unchecked inferno. Everything that had been tucked so deep inside him flowed/burst free like a dam whose waters had crested.

    Jere would allow himself the tiniest of smiles, for his former pupil had recovered what had been lost inside him. He would then turn his attention to the one that mentioned how all this carnage could be undone. Not that he did not believe the woman, especially with all he has experienced being a Walker of the Realms, but still ...

    "You say that all of this can be undone? What of endangering the very strands of fate themselves? What if this was meant to be? I have witness too many trying to play God, as well the terrible price that comes with wielding so much power. I am simply concerned of the price that will be paid in shifting such a balance."

    While he was also taking all of this in, his mind was working overtime in trying to piece it all together. There were still some major pieces of the puzzle that was missing, while others just did not seem to fit.

    He would have to wait to talk with Briar on what exactly happened here at the VIP club, and hopefully it's owner will have some answers as well. His gaze however, would linger in the general direction of where Pheus and Stonze were standing, an expression of slight curiosity remained.

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    "Devantious..."

    A shocked whisper, all that seemed hollowed out in her had awakened into a burst of wildfire to heat the very core of her soul... light that spark of her spirit and remind the woman of who she once had been.

    Cinnamon eyes darted swiftly over his features, searching and remembering. A choked sob nearly escaped her lips as her hands settled on his face, her eyes locked upon his as if the whole world would shatter if she even so much as blinked.

    "I... died... they took me from you... and they... killed me."

    A whisper, shuddering at the horror of it. Not at the horror of death for she had been there before... but the fact that they had brought her back to life and tortured her, raped her, tried to wash her memory of him of it all.

    "Devantious..."

    She was falling into that embrace and burying her face into his chest with relief even as the one they assumed as Death smiled to Jere.

    "I cannot profess to God like antics. I am just the Messenger... the Deliverer so to speak." A bow of head. "I am known as Solah and I am the sister to Pheus. Well, as much a sister as can be created."

    A pause. "We both, the Dream Keeper and I... were created."

    Shifted gaze and a twitch of lips at the twin gargoyles before gazing back at Jere. "I am the Soul Gatherer... the Carrier to deliver the souls that have passed to the Reaper himself."

    There another smile. "As the reborn has breathed words... how... might we be of service?"

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