The Orchestra


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(You guys are the ones who really want Turner, where are you pulling him? What are you trying to accomplish? What is life?)

 

A bolt of magic strikes the mechanical part of Turner Ethel and Wunan are holding and it shocks both of them, either tightening their grip or sending them flying in a random direction.

 

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"Opaaallll!" Disparel shouted in a booming voice, "Come on out!" A red hand plucks Opal from where she was and lifts her by the back of her collar to the statue.

 

"Does a frog leg dinner sound good to everyone?"

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Ethel is tosses to the side by the electricity. He lands on his side. He tries to get up, but consistently falls back down. Everything has gone blurry, and the whole world is spinning.

"Wunan... where are you... I can't... see..."

Ethel tries to prop himself up with his spear, only to find it broke when he landed.

"Crap... I can't get up... Sitting duck, need... to get out of the open..."

Ethel slowly crawls into the shade and against a wall to regain his senses and stay out of the enemy's vision.

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Holly yelled muffled yells through her cloth, and reached into her dress pocket to pull out the Vitanomicon. Yet both the pocket it should've been in and opposite one had nothing but lint. She realized she must have dropped it when this brute beast grabbed her. Hopefully one of her friends would find it, since she really couldn't afford losing it.

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Jakob shrugs.  In his travels, he's been to a lot of places - France was one of those, and while the frog legs he had ordered in some backwoods pub on the side of the road hadn't been that great, he didn't mind trying some made with a more...professional hand.

 

"Sounds good to me."

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(Sorry for this slow, boring pacing. My excuse is that Mena was in New York. Yea... That's plausible...)

 

The creatures numbers were dwindling as some lost interest and others were killed by Bonnie and Wunan's clone. Eventually they all simultaneously moved away from the puppets and disappeared into the shadows. Turner's mechanical parts were undamaged thankfully, but there were armor and utility pieces missing. The creature escorting Holly to an undefined location simply whacked her in the head, knocking her out in the dark cellar and left her on the ground.

 

It is evening, probably around five or six o'clock, for the sky was starting to get an eerie purplish orange color. All is quiet apart from a chilling, nighttime breeze picking up.

 

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"Let's get to it." Disparel somewhat cheerfully said. He brought them through the winding corridors of his castle and into the dining hall. There was a long, stone table with a red tablecloth lain upon it along with plates, glasses, and silverware. A very haughty chandelier hung from the tall ceiling. Food was not on the table yet, but grapes, apples, and various other fruits were laid among several candles which lighted the table.  Servants were waiting as Jakob, Opal, and Shana entered; guiding them to their designated seats across from each other. Shana was seated juxtapose from Jakob, and Opal in the seat opposite from him. The one guy Shana saw eating breakfast earlier came and sat next to Opal, opposite from Shana.

 

The impish creatures that seemed to be the common servants placed cream colored cloth napkins on each of their laps and asked what they would like to drink. Disparel, who sat at the head of the table, asked for a bottle of red wine to drink and turned towards the others with a questioning visage.

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Ethel rubs his eyes, everything finally returning to normal. He slowly rises to his feet, looking around for any possible threats.

"They're all gone now. Thank goodness."

Ethel makes his way to Turner, and was relieved to find it undamaged.

"Whatever it is, they didn't get it. At least all of this trouble wasn't for nothing. Wait... where's Holly? Holly, where are you!?"

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Opal, apparently woken from her daze by Disparel, sat at her place at the table tiredly, she had since become unusually pale, and uncharacteristically Quiet. Her irises had turned an oddly transparent shade of gray, looking slightly red to anyone who dared look close enough. And although she had begun responding to Onyx's various solicitations, albeit with short, often-stuttered mono-syllabic answers, she had said nothing to anyone on the corporeal plane.

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"I-I'll just have some water, please."

Opal's worrying appearance had caught Shana's attention during one of her timid glances at the other guests, causing concern to etch itself on her face.

"Um, m-miss? A-are you alright?" she asked, speaking up just a teeny bit more than usual.

 

(Ugh, I feel like my role playing has hit a decline.)

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(Trust me, no matter how far you decline, you will never be as bad as me, I'm like the D-Class Personnel of roleplaying, sure everyone might joke about someone getting demoted to D-Class for some srs screw up, but in reality that's a huge not-going-to-happen-ever sorta thing)
 
Opal looked at Shana with a face that bore an expression somewhere between confusion and fear, quickly averting her eyes to stare into her own lap, and said in a rather timid voice, much unlike the one she usually used "Y-yes" she shifted uncomfortably where she sat "I-I'm fine" she added hastily

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(It's because you've been in NY Mena, and it's not like we have high expectations for you anyways :razz:)

 

Disparel shifted uncomfortably in his seat and seemed irritated by everyone's mannerisms, "Jesus Christ, how antisocial can you guys get?! Sit up straight, stop staring at your crotches, and have jolly conversation. You don't even know the name of the dude sitting with you guys... Watch." 

 

He pointed his finger at everyone judgmentally and turned towards the dude sitting next to Opal, "Hi there person, what's your name?"

"Hello, my name is Ben, but people usually call me Bengie. What's yours?"

"I'm Disparel, how did you get here?"

"Well I walked here of course!"

 

They both fake laughed and abruptly stopped shortly afterward. "Simple, not emotionally deep, normal dinner conversations. It's not too terribly difficult." Disparel reached forward and grabbed a bundle of grapes, dangling them above his face and eating straight from the stalk.

 

Bengie positioned the napkin on his lap and asked for champagne with clarity, as if he'd been there for awhile. The servants left the room after everyone ordered their drinks and Bengie spoke up, "So how long have you all been here?"

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Jakob completely ignores Bengie and instead switches his attention to Disparel.  "What's the point of having a conversation about nothing?  It's all just programmed responses, back and forth."

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Disparel sighs and scratches the back of his head, "Alright Jakob... What do you want to talk about..."

 

        Upon saying this, the servants enter with their drinks, giving Shana her water, Bengie his champagne, and Opal... Whatever she asked for. Another servant entered with the red wine and displayed the vintage to Jakob, reading:

 

"Chateau de Antoni, Pinot Noir." 

 

It then poured a small amount in his glass for him to taste and gave Disparel a whole glass, knowing he wouldn't fuss.

 

 

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The creature filled the rest of Jakob's glass and checked everyone else to see if they needed anything else. "So you like wines I see. This one is from Anton, and it fits well with our dish." Disparel whipped his tail around and lifted the glass, taking a small sip and nodding with approval. "There are lots of them out there, only a select few are actually good, and I know where to get them."

 

Bengie lifted his glass, "I don't like the taste of wine, it's just not enjoyable to me." Disparel scoffed and took another drink of his wine, "Some don't enjoy the finer things in life," he eyed everyone without alcohol, "and some don't take advantage of what they have." 

 

His eyes grew dark upon saying this, but Bengie interrupted, "I heard you guys just got here, how's the world up there?"

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(But Shana is under aged. She can't have alcohol.)

Shana had subconsciously sat up straight as soon as Disparel had said to. She was never good at making small talk; it was always awkward and uncomfortable when she did it. At least it seemed that way to her, so naturally she was relieved when Jakob started conversation whether intentionally or not. She just sat in her seat and listened to the conversation and taking sips of her water, managing not to show her discomfort at Disparel's passive-agressiveness. She couldn't contribute much to the at hand conversation anyway, although she did keep an eye on Opal, as her behavior still worried her.

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"I didn't get it for the alcohol."  Jakob says, pulling a small leather pouch from his bag.  He opens it, and sprinkles a pinch of dark orange powder into the glass of wine.  With a rather loud fizzing sound, the drink turns a fiery red, actually flickering and emitting light like a liquid inferno. 

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(I'd imagine the waiters would just default to water, since Opal didn't order anything, also, shitty twist incoming)

Opal seemed to be stuck in a rather dream-like trance, almost completely unaware of the conversation going on around her as an equally unimportant conversation took place in her own head.
="Opal."=
="W-what..."=
="What the hell happened back there?! Why do you look like you're afraid of your own shadow?"=
She hesitated for a moment, as if about to reveal something, then, as if mentally shaking her own head she quickly replied
="Nothing... Nothing happened, I'm fine"=
="Who do you think you're fooling, exactly? This isn't you."=
="..."
After that, she would reply no longer, despite Onyx's continued efforts to get something out of her
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Hahahahahahahaha! Opal will just stay like this forever, and nothing will ever come out of it, the shitty twist is.... THERE IS NO SHITTY TWIST Mwahahaha!
or is there
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Disparel looked rather unimpressed at Jakob's thingy, "Looks cool and all but does it even taste good anymore?"

 

The waiters brought out bread and a plate of olive oil to dip it in cuz we're fancy.

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"It tastes like Liquid Orange Kool Aid."

 

Jakob shrugs.  "Depends what you like.  It's a special serum that heightens a person's senses and pyromancy.  You blend it with wine because the alcohol makes it...well, flammable."

 

He takes a sip, then pauses.

 

"It tastes like very, very hot orange soda."

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