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The stars aren't right!(Helena/Courage Wolf)


Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Flying across the strange room Helena nearly bumps into the door as she misjudges the distance, but otherwise nothing appears to happen. Beyond the circular room is a large chapel that diverges from the construction of the rest of the manor. Arches of white marble hold up the ceiling almost fifteen feet up, the wall near the doorway holds hooks with a number of robes hanging from them, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling with quartz crystals making it glow softly, and an altar lies on top of a dais at the center of the room, covered in white cloth. A smaller door leads away from the back of the chapel, so short that Helena would have to bow her head to pass.
 
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I'm officially miffed. Helena muttered to herself, setting the robes on fire with a gesture as she passed.

Moving to the altar and seeing neither shackles, toys, or tentacles, meant it wasn't her kind of altar so she burned the white sheet out of spite and continued onwards, simply growing shorter.
 
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The woollen cloth refuses to burn cleanly, and the fire sputters, spitting out acrid smoke only to go out almost immediately, leaving a sizeable hole behind it and revealing obsidian underneath. Beyond the small door, Helena finds a musty storage room, with footprints leading to a trapdoor that opens to a pitch darkness where even Helena's eyes see nothing beyond the first few steps of a ladder.
 
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Well. She'd found the fucking basement. And being fireproof.... she could be lazy with her version of a torch.

Holding a flame in her hand, she lazily dropped it down the ladder, looking into the darkness, before looking around the storage room for an actual torch, or something she could turn into one, namely anything that burned easily that she could hold onto with her fingers if she had to...
 
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Helena picks up a torch from a shelf and descends down into the darkness. The darkness seems to be pressing around the light, and the torch only illuminates a circle perhaps 20 feet in radius. The floor here is tightly packed earth, and she can just make out the walls around her, as well as a doorway some fifteen feet ahead of her.
 
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still annoyed, Helena just pushed forward and through the door, looking to fuck her target to death out of spite now, wondering if she could do that without him enjoying it.
 
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The next room is packed with crates and various other containers, including a stand holding a dozen swords. It is larger than Helena's torch allows her to see, but she quickly finds a wooden door that's been closed and locked.
 
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Helena finding the locked door, and seeing the store room and more weapons then any one guy could use... had a bit of a lightbulb moment....

Closing her eyes, she tried to feel the emotions of the man, hoping he was close enough to hear her.
 
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Strangely, Helena can't sense a trace of the writer's emotions. She does, however, pick up someone else in the building above. After a moment, she also hears the writer praying on the other side of the door.
 
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Blinking when her most basic sense is denied her by this fucking building, her ears picking him out instead, praying.

Umm... listen. Not sure what you're planning here... But I'm just here for a map... Though, if you're looking to start some GRAND Scale Trouble.... well.... I'd help with the trouble part just for fun... In exchange for the map... she said through the door, paying attention to whoever was upstairs as well.
 
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"I'll have no dealings with your kind, fiend!" a defiant though muffled voice replies from the other side of the door. "I have seen things you couldn't even begin to imagine, so you needn't think I'll succumb to a wreck like yourself."
 
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Well aren't you arrogant, I'm from another plane of fucking existence, what the hell do you think you've really seen Hmm? Jesus christ I'm trying to strike a deal with WHAT SHOULD BE MY FOOD! BUT NOOOO! I NEED A FUCKING MAP! she started before tugging on her hair and slamming her hands into the door, starting to melt the fucking wood around the hinges. LAST FUCKING CHANCE TO GIVE ME THE MAP!
 
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The man laughs arrogantly. "And you think you're the only one? I have seen that which is beyond planes. The Opener of the Way himself has shown me what lies beyond the Gates of the Silver Key. I care not of your maps, fiend, for no map could show me the way I need to follow." As he speaks, Helena feels a sudden burst of anger from the person upstairs. The wood is old and hardened, it would take at least a minute to burn through it.
 
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I've walked the fires of Hell. Fuck your sightseeing vacation. She growled. Feeling the burst of anger, she bristled, but continued to work on the door, concentrating on her current target. The man was praying and acting the part of a coward. She doubted he had much muscle of his own if he was this willing to hole up and hide and the anger upstairs could be anything, like his Mistress wondering where he was, or a customer annoyed to find him out. She'd track those movements but otherwise stay attached to the printer. She needed the fucking map.
 
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As the door breaks down, Helena can see the writer kneeling in the middle of a magic circle of some sort, carefully composed of silvery runes. He seems quite sure of his position. "As you can see, there's little you can gain from trying to assault me further and even if you could, I neither know nor care what map it is you seek."

Meanwhile, Helena can sense a wrathful individual climbing the ladder down to the cellar.
 
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Again, you're not worth my time really, I was just hoping to enjoy a light snack. Want the Map. she said, entirely ignoring the man now as she searched the room for the map, or A Map, the mask salesman hadn't been specific. Someone was coming downstairs as well so Helena winked at the man in the circle and turned herself invisible, AGAIN, to keep looking for the map, but she had to extinguish the fucking torch in the meantime or the spell was useless. Which she did by smothering it in her hands harmlessly and casting it aside.
 
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Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

The torches lighting this room provide adequate light and Helena starts rifling through the magical supplies scattered around this room when another man enters the room. He's tall, and though he bears a rapier on one side and a pistol on the other, he has "priest" written all over him. A dark grey hood covers most of his face, and his robe is decorated with golden markings. "What is happening here?" he demands in a deep voice.
 
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Helena was seething as the priest walked in. She was overcome with a sudden and perverse hatred that trumped everything she had thus far experienced regarding the clergy and only through a tremendous effort did she Keep. Her Mouth. Shut.

He was Armed, she was Underground, Outnumbered, and this fucking Madhouse would likely not be available to her again. If she wanted the mask, she needed the map. So rather then do what she wanted to, which was try to melt his face off, fucking clergyman, she floated just above the ground and continued to look for the map with her eyes, careful not to bump into anything, counting silently in her head how much time had passed so she could keep an eye on the duration of her spell. Which she would recast Silently at the cost of More of her energy when it was close to ending. She was going to be hungry after this. She'd leave the bodies on this asshole's Doorstep.
 
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"A fiend! It's invisible." the writer shouts, flailing his arm to the direction where Helena was. The priest mutters an oath and casts some sort of a spell, looking around until he spots Helena. "Just what kind of fiend are you?" the priest asks, gripping his pistol.
 
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Helena's eye twitches in an annoyed manner as the coward in the circle rats her out, AND that fucking gunpriest had a spell that let him see her.

An annoyed one. Come for a map, and to have invitations made, and I get yelled at and run away from. I have feelings ya know. Never been so insulted, trying to kiss a man to have that man flee in terror. Rude! Impossibly Rude! Look at me! I'm GORGEOUS! Helena says incredulously, flailing her hands around.

I! Am... mostly a succubus? I have to take steps to keep my rage under control or I can't function peacefully at all. she continued, tapping her collar. Speaking of, I am Two out of Three for temper tantrum suppressions. SO please. Map, the madman said it was here, he didn't say what it was for, and I can leave when I have it. But I am NOT ordering invitations made from such a rude printer. Worst customer service I've ever had on any plane of existence. she said, gesturing at the man as if she couldn't believe this mess. And she couldn't... she figured this would be easier then it had been.

I mean have you seen this place?! All the people are miserable, AND paranoid, and all the nobles are stuck up fuckwits who I want to constantly set on fire! And the guards aren't any better! Holy Shit! Not to mention there's some weird fucking mind control going on with a lot of people and NOW i've got a clergyman with a gun AND a sword asking me questions. No REAL offense, but I don't like the clergy overly much, too fond of trying to kill me for existing. Though there was a very nice man back in darkon who helped me regardless... I really do owe him... not entirely sure how to repay him though.... Hey! Gunpriest! SwordFather! What's a good gift for a nice priest... I doubt a muffin basket would be good she said, now rambling as her mind wandered from one connected thing to another. Nor was she hostile at the moment, just... floating there flailing.
 
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