OOC: Yeppers, open post. Though, it might be best for your sake if the character(s) you enter are just as mean as Macabre...and if any of the Shadowlackians should drop by, I won't complain. IC: Rated: PG-14/R for language, possible drug use and possible violence. Who: Macabre Lullaby, any who are willing. What: Skipping class, breaking rules. Where: Janardan Basement When: Early morning; the first class of the day has been in session for perhaps twenty minutes. Day: 21 Month: Dyo Year: 81378 ---- The room was dark, lit only by the thrown glow of the spaced lights in the hall. Its once-locked door hung open, the keyhole raped by a skilled hand and pick. It was a carefully searched out room, one that he had sought and looked for on his many excursions into the forbidden basement. The room itself was unimpressive and plain, containing only the long empty boxes of items and spare parts that were shipped to the Academy some unknown time ago. Why the wooden and metal crates were kept, he did not know, but he didn't complain, either. Macabre ran a boney hand over each box as he passed, admiring the shape and texture. Stacked in the dust and dark, like so many waiting caskets. Of various shapes and sizes, they were built with any pendragon in mind, and all one had to do was come pick out their favorite. And die, of course. Chuckling hoarsly, the emaciated dragon paused next to a particularly long box. It was made of a dark wood, though unfinished and rough. An adequate coffin. "Come one, come all! The Coffin Seller's Coffin Cellar is open for business! New eternal resting places at extra low prices, and used ones are a steal!!" Tossing back his head, the ashen 'dragon cackled wildly, coal black eyes flashing with their eerie red glow. Anyone in the same hallway would hear him clearly, and the echos of his insane parody of humor would no doubt carry through a good length of the labyrinthial basement.
<span style='color:blue'>| O o C |</span> Madigril to the rescue!!! Lol! <span style='color:blue'>| B i C |</span> <font color=red>Phoenix was on one of her daily tasks. Hunting down other pendragons who could be of use to her Master, Medhsnuja. She was flying over the Acadamy, looking for these possible allies when she heard a voice from deep within the building's walls using her incredably sharp ears, calling about coffins. Now, although she didn't know much "common tongue" she knew a coffin was something to do with killing and thought that this would be a chance to investigate. She flew down and folded her large leathery wings away, heading for the outside door to the basement. She kept listening for the voice, and followed it down corridor after corridor. Finally, she reached the source and went in the room, littered with the coffins. Her dark form looked at the boxes closely, and was pleased with herself for guessing the items use in translation. She looked up, her eyes glittering with a currently kalidoscope of colours and constantly moving patterns, and she saw the male pendragon standing by one of the coffins. Iyo tgauc Junsheum tsjumdaj? She said softly in her slurred hissing speech. As she spoke, her tongue, forked and purple, could be seen and her lizard tail with the fur between its spilt end curled besides her</font>
OOC: Woohoo!! I'm saved!! :lol: IC: Ashen-grey 'dragon whirled about, eyes narrowed as his body instinctivly lowered itself into a crouched position, fingers trailing gently across the dust-laden floor. He hadn't heard this one approaching, and chided himself for allowing such a slip-up. How strange...this demonic-figured newcomer spoke the Ramathian tongue, one not used commonly among students of the Academy. No matter. As a con-artist, it was prudent for the one doing the conning to speak the language of the one getting conned. "E py," Macabre replied, matching her soft tone, though his voice lacked her hissing qualities. Instead, his was of a deeper timbre, rumbling from his chest. "Fhus yv es? Ump fhy uja iyo?"
<font color=blue>| O o C |</font> Hehe.. You're welcome ^__^ <font color=blue>| B i C |</font> <font color=red>Phoenix watched as he crouched protectively on the dusty stone floor, her eyes still swirling as she did so. She stepped forward towards him, her clawed feet quite silent as she moved. Rakuota shet symdoa et sha ymli yma E tgauc tsjumdaj. E un Phoenix Tlekaj, Kugsuem yv ni Nutsaj't Ujni yv Paunymt. Fhy nedhs iyo ra? Her speech still contained it's deamonic hissing as well as her soft tone as she casted her swirling eyes about the room for a moment, before returning their piercing and cold gaze to him.</font>
Macabre's eyes narrowed, and he snorted derisively. A demonic captain for her master? How...quaint. "E un Macabre Lullaby. Iyo kluen sy ra yv sha panym juka...uja iyo u tluba sham, sy huba u nutsaj?" He was interested in this one, because she showed an interest in him. Whatever did she want him for?
<font color=red>E un mys u tluba!! Phoenix roared as her orbs turned crimson red and she slammed her hand on on of the coffins. The loud thump resounded round the cellar room and all was silent for several minutes afterwards. Phoenix turned away as she tried to regain control of her temper and her violent tendences. Her hand ontop of the coffin made a tight fist, her long sharp claws slightly scarring the wood. Finally she turned back to him, her orbs swirling a odd mixture of dark blue and crimson red. Ha et ni Nutsaj ump Saukhaj. Ha kjausap na vjyn u paunym tgejes. E tajba hen ymli rakuota ha et ni Kjausyj ump Saukhaj. E un mys het tluba. E ralymd sy my yma. Her voice had resumed its former soft tone as she'd controlled herself. She was a little confused by this Macabre as she'd never met someone who wanted to know about her before. But then again, she was more likely to have to kill someone than to talk with them....</font>
He winced slightly, eyes narrowing a bit, but otherwise made no other physical indication to acknowledge her outburst. She was not a slave then...but a child. "Ty...ha et iyoj teja sham? Ump iyo het tengla khelp?" Of course, that was bound to get a rise from her again should she take offense to being called a whelp. Macabre lived to anger people, so he rather hoped it happened to do so anyway. "Fhus hut shet sy py fesh na?"
<span style='color:blue'>| O o C |</span> I'm so sorry for the wait Damn school work x.x School is plotting to kill me I swear it is.... Anyhow, I'm back now!! <span style='color:blue'>| B i C |</span> <font color=red>E un mys u khelp! Ni paunym tgejes et shyotumpt yv iaujt ylp! Ni emmaj paunym hut taam shemdt shus abam sha Kyomkel kummys jananraj! ha kjausap na ros het tyjkajaji tgap og ni ghitekul uda ump amhumkap ni namsul uda. E un 2400. Mys u khelp. Her anger flared up once more, her eyes swirling in a kalidoscope of reds and oranges. Her claws could be fully seen, sharp as usual, as she slammed her fists on the coffin, a dull thud echoing round the room. Her brow knitted together and her eyes shut as she tried to regain her selfcontrol. Her deamon was trying too hard to take her over. She banished it to its own container in her mind as her body slid to the floor in a sudden exhaustion. Tears began rolling down her ebony face as she hugged her knees and rocked gently on the cold stone floor. That had been too close. She hadn't even heard his other question and in this current disturbed state of mind, she wouldn't have been able to answer it anyway...</font>
OOC: Ugh....real life is just evil. <_< Sorry from me for taking so long to reply. BIC: Well, that was unexpected. One eyebrow managed to heave itself higher than the other in surprise, but that was the extent of Macabre's physical response. Inside, he was experiencing mixed emotions; surprise at the sudden emotional breakdown, and an ever greater sense of loathing and disgust that she, who claimed to be a demon, would act like such a baby. "Mys u khelp?" he spat contemptuously. "My, iyo uks leca u huskhlemd." Undoubtedly taking a risk, he slunk quickly over to her, reaching down to haul Phoenix unceremoniously to her feet. The living corpse then shoved her back against the long storage crate she had assulted, and became still. He was naught but two feet away from her, so if she retaliated, he'd have a hard time defending himself. "Tsyg ruflemd ump sall na fhi iyo huba tyodhs na yos. E fut mys vyllyfap haja, ump E sylp my yma alta fhaja E fyolp ra. Shet jyyn et fall rojeap ramaush sha pagsht yv sha Ukupani, ty iyo nots huba hup u gojgyta vyj kynemd haja. Fhus et es?"
Akira was wondering down the hall her paw agaist the wall trying to find her way out of the basement level. Her eyes are closed shut from all the dirt and dust in them making her temporarily blind until she can find something to wash them out with. The further she got down the hall she started to hear voices thinking she was almost out she walked towards the voices. She finally makes it to were the voices are as she tries to open her eyes she see only darkness and her eyes start to burn once again. Not knowing what is in front of her Akira tries to feel her way around then trips over a broken crate on the floor. She trips over it cutting her leg deeply.
