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  2. [Allowed] Ghostie
  3. [Allowed] Hella
  4. [Allowed] Jackie


[font "Times New Roman" [center [size30 Welcome to the Extent of Ruin.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" "Okay, but you [i do] know you have to [b kill a demigod] first, right?"]

[font "Times New Roman" [right "What the fuck?! [b Why?]"]]

[font "Times New Roman" "You're [b not a real witch.] It's the rules."]

[font "Times New Roman" [right "Fine, fine... Let's [b do it.]"]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [size20 You Have Angered Hades.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center There is a time and place every soul is meant to die. Hades, omniscient ruler of the Underworld, is not very pleased when he finds out that two humans in the Overworld have weaseled their way into immortality--by killing a demigod.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center The Olympians are furious. They demand Hades do something about this... headache. He determines that he will send his elite, since he has no time to take care of the problem himself.]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [size20 Enter the GHOSTS.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center These are older souls that have been trapped in the Underworld for decades, at the very least. While alive, they had skills Hades may have found useful, so they act as a personal army. They are his Grim Reapers, his trusted enforcers, his GHOSTS.]

[font "Times New Roman" [center He sends them to collect the overdue souls of two witches who have managed to escape their death date. Though one witch was born into their craft, and the other is... what? A wannabe? A groupie?]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [size20 You [i Will] Die This Time.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [size20 Characters]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b GHOSTS:]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center GHOSTS are a team of elite undead that Hades uses to carry out his personal vendetta. They act as many things. They are highly trained.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Witch and Co.:]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Witch is a legitimate witch--minus the license--who has been teaching their best friend witchcraft for a long time. The best friend--the Fake--is very excited; perhaps too much for their own good. Following rumors of rumors, the two came across some very untrustworthy lore--that if they kill and drink the blood of a demigod, they will gain the qualities of immortality. This is what they have done. This is what they have recieved. Now, however, they have given Hades much reason to come after them.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Hades:]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center Hades is the ruler of the Underworld. He is the boss of the GHOSTS, overseer of everything. Pretty much everything.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Head Information Keeper of the Underworld:]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Keeper KNOWS everything. Literally everything. When asked, the Keeper can present any information necessary. They answer only to Hades and is not bound by oath to answer to anyone else.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Olympians:]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Olympians are the gods that sit on Mount Olympus. They do not interfere with the lives of humans and only interact with Hades when he is sorely needed.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Demigods:]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Demigods are direct descendants of the Olympians. They have some of the qualities of their parents, including immortality. At the loss of one of their beloved, they are infuriated. There is nothing they can do to the Witch and the Fake now that Hades has them in his scope, but they can still make them pay. They take their revenge by staging a genocide of anyone with witch blood or anyone claiming to have it. This does not sit well with the Olympians or with Hades.]]


[font "Times New Roman" [center [size20 Rules:]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 000. Initially, the Witch and the Fake are the bad guys until the Demigods decide to take their revenge.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 00. We need you to be very chill. We love this idea dearly. This includes interacting with other writers VERY often. You must be open to ideas.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 01. We both have very busy lives to attend to, and this website doesn't always come first. We will, however, be loyal and do as best we can. We hope to hold you to the same. On that note, there is a 20 day limit in between posts. We are more than willing to work with you on schedules. There will be a posting order.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 02. We're not snobs, but there is a 2500 character limit on each post. It isn't very difficult, to be honest.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 03. You are more than welcome to play multiple characters as long as you can keep up with them.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 04. Mature themes found here.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 05. You know the simple things: don't control anyone else's character unless they give permission, if you want to get down and dirty, take it elsewhere, etc.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 06. NO character is INVINCIBLE or IMMORTAL. The Witch and the Fake have conditional immortality that only lasts so long. The GHOSTS are immortal only as long as Hades sees a use in them--and only if they obey his every command. You don't like it? You burn at the stake.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 07. All skeletons must be sent to [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=15559 halsey] AND [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=35876 Ghostie.] It is a must. We're looking forward to them!]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 08. Have fun! ]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 09. This will start with the Witch and the Fake drinking the demigod blood and thus disrupting the death date.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 010. Yes, we know demigods are nice; however, at this very moment we need three. And don't forget to call Hades 'daddy'.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [size20 Skeletons:]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center GHOSTS 5/6]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Name:] [i Real name.] // [b Alias:] [i We need something badass to call you.] // [b Age:] [i You've been in the underworld for quite some time.] // [b Personality:] [i Anything that doesn't make you a sorry sack of Cerberus' chew toys.] // [b Position / Specialty:] [i Strategics, long range combat, heavy artillery, or weapons tech.] // [b Offense:] [i Hades didn't take you for no reason.] // [b Weapon of Choice:] [i What's your Scythe look like? They're personal to all GHOSTS.] // [b Photo:] [i URL here. Real, tasteful photography.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 1. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365547 Cry Baby]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 2. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365561 Five]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=366549 3. Architect]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 4. Noel]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 5. Andras]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center Witch and Co. 2/2]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Name:] [i Real/Preferred Name.] // [b Age:] [i 19-35, but you're not ancient.] // [b Personality:] [i Don't need any zombies.] // [b Role:] [i Are you the liar?] // [b Affiliation:] [i What interested you in witchcraft in the first place?] // [b Photo:] [i URL here. Real, tasteful photography.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=195115 Bliss Anglo]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=366554 Rosemarie Tyler Blake]]]


[font "Times New Roman" [center Olympians are to be used as necessary.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center Demigods 4/4]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Name:] [i Real/Preferred Name.] // [b Parents:] [i A god and a human.] // [b Inheritance:] [i What power did you get from your parent?] // [b Age:] [i Yeah.] // [b Personality:] [i No Mary Janes pls.] // [b Connection:] [i What made you want to hunt down all those witches?] // [b Photo:] [i URL here. Real, tasteful photography.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 1. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365541 Fex]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 2. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365562 Damaris]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=366555 3. Roshan]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 4. Lynx]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365563 Hades]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365546 The Keeper]]]


[font "Times New Roman" [center [size30 Greetings From the Badlands.]]]

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[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 'Hello! You have been invited to a special event! This event will include cake, decorations, and games! What better way to throw a party! Please R.V.S.P. before it's too late! Come celebrate with the birthday girl, Melanie Martinez.']]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 Cry Baby scoffed; it was the perfect invitation... so why did nobody come? Surely she was friendly to them the day before... She shrugged, no matter, those things were in the past. She placed the invitation back under her pillow and lifted up one of her stuffed animals.
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 [+dodgerblue "You would have come to my celebration, right?"] she asked the bear with a stitched on smile. [+dodgerblue "Oh I know you would!"] She answered for the bear, twirling it around and hugging it to her chest.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 She gasped as she thought of an idea: [+dodgerblue "You know what the main attraction would be?"] She stared at the blank face of the animal. [+dodgerblue "Yes! Yes! Dressing up Andras! She would be so cute in one of our outfits... Oh, right, excuse me: my outfit."] She blushed a little as she set the bear down, and started towards her closet. While she was searching for a dress that would be perfect for Andras she heard a knock. It shocked her at first, and she hid the dress not knowing exactly who it was.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 [+dodgerblue "Wh-who is it?"] She asked through the door, a little flustered. The intern turned the door a little to peek her head in, squeaking, [+hotpink "H-hello, Hades has called for you."]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 Cry Baby rolled her eyes as she went over to the door. [+dodgerblue "Tell me... intern, would you like to join my party? I have tea and cake!"] she asked exictedly. The intern looked at her with fear in her eyes. [+hotpink "I-I I actually do not think I have time to.... come to yo-your party."] The girl stammered out, not meeting Cry Baby's eyes. After a few moments the young soul heard nothing back and when she turned, Cry Baby was missing. [+hotpink "For the love of--Hades is going to have my head!"]]]]
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[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 [+dodgerblue "Stupid fucking bitch, doesn't know what she's missing. Should have made her come. What did I do wrong?"] Cry Baby muttered to herself as she walked toward the library. She needed to let her anger out. [+dodgerblue "What did I do wrong?"] she asked herself again with a tint of sadness to her voice. She opened the door and all she heard was a string of curses. Well... now she wasn't even sure she wanted to vent to them. ]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 [+purple "... And, no, whatever the fuck you speak, doesn't motherfucking work."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 As she heard this she cleared her throat, making her presence known as she said, [+dodgerblue "Excuse me, are you done with your... lesson here?"] and sat herself down in the chair across from the two. [+dodgerblue "I need to discuss with Kol about a needed wardrobe change."] ]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 She saw both of their eyes roll but paid no heed until she heard Keeper viciously declare, [+purple "Well I fucking need her to understand the basic uses of language. [i Our] language so we don't have another incident like fucking last time."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 Oh, she remembered last time. She was actually the one that almost cussed Kol out. [+dodgerblue "I suppose you have a point... I definitely do not need her almost burning all of my hair off again..."] She said, side glaring at Kol.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 [+dodgerblue "But this wardrobe change is more necessary. At least I can change that..."] She muttered the last part, right before the escort came rushing into the library.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 [+hotpink "There you are!"] she said, grabbing Cry Baby's arm and trying to tug her out of the seat. [+hotpink "Ah, Kol! Hades would like to see you, as well as Cry Baby."] She told the girl sitting down at the table.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 [+purple "Do you understand that, Andras?"] Keeper asked her, exasperated. [+purple "I'm sorry ma'am, I need to tag along to translate for this fucking bitch that won't learn kindergarten English."] he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose before standing up. [+purple "Let's just go, I think I need the air after this terrible day."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 Keeper ran towards the door waiting for them. Cry Baby broke from the escort's grasp and held onto Andras' arm. [+dodgerblue "Come on, let's go, and afterwards I can dress you up!"] she said excitedly and tugged the other girl up. She started leading them both towards the door where Keeper was. [+dodgerblue "I think you just want to come and see Daddy."] Cry Baby told Keeper, making fun of the name that they all called Hades.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 Keeper rolled his eyes, [+purple "Actually I have to stand in there and write down everything anyways; it's one of my jobs."] He told her before disappearing behind the door. Cry Baby fumed for a couple of minutes before trailing behind him, Andras in tow. [+dodgerblue "Andras, I honestly don't see how you put up with him."] She told the girl behind her.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [size12 When the three got there, almost everyone else was there. The only one missing was Noel. Cry Baby never knew if she could trust Noel; he always seemed to be different every time she met up with him and the others. But she ignored it, she was good at that. When Hades entered, she thought it was strange that Noel wasn't in there yet. But soon he arrived, looking like he was out of it. She heard Keeper talking and she started paying attention to the matter at hand. The thing keeping her from making Andras look pretty. Of course it didn't go by without a joke towards Andras' horrible English and Keeper being told to shush by Hades. Hearing the actual mission interested her. [+dodgerblue "So can I ask, what exactly the witches have done with the demigods?"] She interjected, trying to understand why both the demigods and witches were under probation. [+maroon "The witches have killed one of the demigods to extend their death date, therefore the demigods are trying to avenge the fallen demigod by killing witches."] Hades explained to them. Cry Baby rolled her eyes: of course they would have to deal with someone else's mess.]]]
  Noel / Ghostie / 4y 283d 8h 14m 33s
Bliss had imagined the taste of a demigod’s blood to be bitterer than a human’s, possibly darker and more murky; not a bright ruby red, silky and sweet like honey with a small kick, as if spices were mixed in for flavour. Or maybe each demigod had their own aroma, a zest to symbolize their parentage. If Bliss paused for half a second, she could convince herself that the spicy aftertaste was olives crushed and milked for their flavour, an appropriate savor for the son of the culturing deity, Aristaeus. But she couldn’t slow down, not since she pressed her lips to the enchanted arca bowl carved from bewitched oak trees native to her homeland in Tanzania; the spell placed on the bowl demanded that the moment a user went to take a sip they couldn’t stop drinking until the content of the bowl was emptied, all while pumping oxygen into their lungs so they didn’t drown themselves.

As Bliss continued gulping down her share of the demigod’s blood, she glanced over at Rosemarie, who was tipping the bowl back to get every last drop, wondering how the two ladies, both of whom were rather ordinary except for Bliss’ witchdome, now found themselves sitting cross-legged on a patch of grass in the middle of an impressively large olive garden out in the backwoods of California while the burning body of a demigod—the young son of Aristaeus, cute if you were into puppy eyes and gaped teeth—lay several feet in front of them, boring dark grey smoke that sailed up into the sky, carrying the scent of decay, as they drank all his blood from magical cups in the hopes of gaining immortality.

Bliss blamed her cousin.

Really, if Corina Jezel hadn’t popped up on Bliss’ front porch a few months ago after years of no contact, drunk at 10:00 in the morning, yelping on and on about how she’d found an old lore talking about gaining immortality through the lifeline of a demigod, Bliss would never have invited her in, sobered her up and started scolding her for saying such ridiculous things out loud. Then Corina would never have gotten so quiet, shy now about this lore she was so proud she’d found out about, itching to try and leave as quickly as possible, making Bliss curious that this may not just be the ramblings of an alcoholic. Then, of course, she would never have told Rosemarie and the two would never have gone snooping for the lore, eventually stumbling upon it in a footnote from some obscure book rented from a small shop tucked away in a tiny village somewhere in Greece.

So yeah, this was all Corina’s fault.

Though, Bliss supposed, part of the blame could be laid out to the girls’ curiosities and disbeliefs. Immortality was a heavy word, sought by people from all stations of life; books, movies, comics and games told tales of immortal beings; items and destinations promised an escape from death to those who could find them. Not dying and living forever, preferably in a way you could stop ageing, was a gift few denied thinking about from time to time. So evidently this excited Bliss and Rosemarie. But the disbelief still hung; if it was true that you could gain immortality from drinking a demigod’s blood, why had more people not tried it? Especially in ancient times when even deity’s walked among the people more freely, let alone their offspring. And yet, neither woman could find one tale nor anecdote of someone trying the spell; that raised multiple red flags in Bliss’ mind.

They both stewed over this new fact, unsure and unconfident in their sources. However, humans were odd creatures, in that they tended to have similar inclinations no matter who they were; the desire of eternal life was one such inclination. The idea tempted Bliss unrelentingly, banging at the back of her head and keeping her awake at night. Soon those red flags came down one after the other as she read the lore over and over again, and began finding herself searching directories for minor deities, ones notorious for their copious love-making and couldn’t keep track of their children even if they tried or ones with so little power that they hardly posed a threat to Bliss’ magical prowess; humble wasn’t much of a word in her vocabulary. She was skilled, taught from a very young age how to manipulate the natural world around her, and as she grew up, how to heal major fractures and work the tarot cards like a professional. Sneaking in lessons on curses and other more volatile spells was a simple transition. So she had enough confidence to be sure she could take on someone like the dance deity, Hecaterus.

Certainly someone like Aristaeus posed little fear to the witch. When she’d thrown the idea to try the lore out to Rosemarie, a woman with no magical heritage but with a passion for the craft, she’d received a mutual interest and the two had set out looking for a target. It wasn’t going to be easy to find however; very few people knew of the existence of the deities and it wasn’t like demigods announced themselves openly. Most of the beings that knew they existed were those with allurement families, witches and warlocks and any other supernatural creature that either blended in or stayed hidden from society. The women got lucky, though, when an old family friend of Bliss’, a warlock who did magic shows on the beaches of Malibu, sent her a carton of fresh olives and promised them to be the best because after all, “anything growing out of the gardens of Aristaeus’ bastard children is bound to be as fresh as they come, even if he is part human!”, or so his letter had decreed.

And that was that. They booked the first flight to California, their sights set on the branching gardens of ‘Oakley’s Organics’ where the product was made. The farm had hands that helped run it but it was ultimately ruled over by a mother and son pair, no doubt Aristaeus’ lover and child. Browsing through their website, Bliss could see that the mother, Agnes Oakley, was headed to a convention for farm producers in a couple of days, and thus, a date was set to do the deed.

While in their rented apartment, the women hashed over their plan: Rosemarie was a student from an agricultural program in Stanford University, doing her thesis on the different environments of farmlands across the state; Bliss was her supervisor, a decorated professor. Waiting until the mother left, Bliss called the stead and asked for Adam Oakley with a request to visit the farm after hours and take samples. Permission was given, and a tour was offered by Adam himself.

It wasn’t until they were sat in the bus, riding towards the land, carrying fake IDs, the bowls, the fire starters and the knives in Bliss’ satchel, that the realization of what they were about to do truly dawned on them. Drinking blood was one thing—nasty, but doable in small quantities. But drinking every drop of blood from a person’s body tended to have a more...permanent outcome.

The agitation that they were about to commit murder towards an innocent rattled between them, especially with the lingering thought that this wouldn’t even work and the death would be in vain, but Bliss stood steady-fast. She’d come this far, planned this much; she couldn’t turn back now.

After being invited in by Adam, the three set out towards the groves of olive trees that stood evenly spaced apart, flourishing with a new batch. As he took them further into the garden, Rosemarie set about doing her duty, keeping him pre-occupied and talking, asking multiple questions, as Bliss whispered a tranquilizing spell, sprinkling bits of cedar as she spoke the words to add more strength. Soon the young man’s voice slurred, his steps faltered and he found himself tipping over, falling face first onto the ground and passing out completely. Bliss shook as she stared down at him, her chest tightening and sweat breaking out on her forehead, but she straightened herself out and quickly went to work pulling out the knives and bowls. They worked slowly, cutting each wrist and then his neck, watching so they didn’t lose much. Then they cut at arteries and veins shown across his arms and legs, and then cut at random spots on his face and body. When they were done and sure that they had gotten the most they could based on the weight of their bowls, Adam looked like a broken doll, patched up grotesquely and pale. Bliss grabbed the fire starters and in a couple of minutes, had the body lit, flesh peeling and blackening, hair searing and clothes chaffing into dust. The witch swallowed the bile rising up her throat at the sight and smell, and looked away sitting down with her bowl to face the horizon as the fire roared behind her.

She looked down at the bowl, refusing to comprehend what she’d done and instead admiring the lovely shade of rose that seemed to glow, pressing the lid of the cup to her mouth and fulfilling the lore.

As she drank and then finished, sliding the cup out of her lips, she could feel her insides warming despite goosebumps plucking across her arms. Her limbs seemed frozen, refusing her orders to move, and she could hear her heart thump slower. Her vision blurred a few times and she was glad that she’d sat down for this as her organs felt like they were practicing for the Olympics, stretching and flipping in their designated spots inside her body. Then an icy feeling cracked across her face, like she’d been hit with a snowball, which snaked down her throat and cooled her body.

When the sensations were finally over, her heartbeat returning to normal and her limbs unstuck, Bliss dropped the bowl and squeezed her eyes, craning her fingers out and into fists, as if she were grabbing for something. She shifted in her seat, pulling forward and then throwing herself back to the ground, with no concern that her black pencil skirt and dark blue dress shirt—her disguise—were getting dusty and dirty. After a few more seconds, she relaxed her body and opened her eyes, seeing the blue sky above dotted with small white clouds and the smoke from the fire.

Speaking quietly, she said “well, [i something] happened there.”
  Bliss Anglo / Jackie / 4y 312d 14h 29m 58s
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center Five o' clock. Everyday it is the same, five o' clock. Never morning nor night. His wrist watch was forever stuck at five fucking o' clock. He glared at it again before slamming it across the desk in his room. He heard a knock at his door followed by, [+hotpink "Nolan? The council would like to see you,"] the tiny assistant told him.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center [+blue "F-fuck th... them."] He struggled to breathe out, his words slurring together.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center His suppressants were getting low. Fucking hell. Against everything he wanted to do he followed the assistant to see the council. The council that took everything away from him. He looked at the assistant again and he could imagine just ripping her head of; he loved that idea. Too bad not a lot of others shared the same views as him.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center He hated women; everyone always associated him with a woman, and he just wanted to wrap his fingers through her head and have both his thighs around her head and... rip. Instead he ran his hands through her hair, [+blue "I love your hair, did you..."] His eye twitched as he swallowed down an insult,[+blue "... dye it a new color?"]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center The assistant turned towards him with a blush, [+hotpink "A-actually I just cut it..."] She told him turning back around. [+hotpink"W-we're here."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center Nolan groaned. [+blue "Fuck that shit. Wouldn't you like to have this pretty hair tied up as I-"]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center [+red "Ah, Nolan. You're here!"] An elderly woman interrupted him. [+red "And I see you're talking again..."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center [+blue "And I see you're still a wrinkly piece of shit."] Nolan would love nothing more than to rip every limb off her body and burn it all. She would make a great fire. Dry as fuck. ]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center The woman's smile faltered for a moment before she continued. [+red "Hades has a mission for you. You know what that means. Double dosage of your supressants."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center Nolan growled at her, [+blue "Fuck you, Natalie."] Natalie just smiled before grabbing his hand and giving it a death grip. [+red "And frankly I wish you were dead, Nolan."] He wished that he wasn't still on those suppressants. He would have strangled her with her own hands.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center He was thrown out of his thoughts as Natalie shoved him into a chair and strapped him down. [+red "Nolan, when will you learn to curve your malacious ways? If you would just do that we wouldn't have to come here every few months."] Natalie asked him as she started to mumble something he'd heard at least a million times. She was going to restrict him of using magic.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center [+blue "Fuck you, you old ha-"] He felt as if his mouth was being sewn shut, his throat closing in on itself, and his eyes starting to dilate. His thoughts started to feel like they weren't even his. The only thought that ran through his mind was, [i 'Find Hades. Complete the mission.']]]]
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[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center 'What's the mission guys?' He signed to the other GHOSTS as he entered the room. He was of course the last one to enter. Even Keeper was in there. Keeper caught his question but said nothing, [+purple "Sit down,"] he told Noel, as well as the other GHOSTS. Not even waiting for them to reply, he started, [+purple "Daddy here wants to tell you guys a story, but I have taken that job for myself, actually."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center He took a deep breath before continuing with, [+purple "Bitches are stupid and need to go to Hell, immediately. I expect that you dickheads can go get the dumb ass bitches on Earth."] He turned towards Andras then, [+purple "As for you, your instructions are to getteth witches, or whatever the fuck you call them, and bringeth them back to hell."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center Noel rolled his eyes; he felt like everyone else in there had the same opinion. Even Hades, he looked like he was about to strangle Keeper.]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center [+maroon "Please sit down, Keeper..."] Hades said calmly as he ran a hand across his face. [+maroon "As much as I hate it, Keeper is actually correct. The full story is to kill the witches, because they have tried to escape their death date. But also stop the demigods from killing innocent witches of a crime they haven't commited."]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size12 [center He couldn't wait to get this damn mission done. All he wanted to do was sleep. He had a migraine.]]]
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[font "Times New Roman" [size10 [center Note: Just to clarify Noel is the suppressed Nolan. Not exactly the same person, and only Noel signs because the suppressants have taken his ability to speak. Also! Nolan has everything to do with witches! But rest assured, he's undead. Completely. And... not exactly in full power. ]]]
  Noel / Ghostie / 4y 345d 10h 10m 32s
[size12 Amelia leaned against the warm rocky walls of the eery one bedroom, polishing a blade roughly the length of her own thigh. [b "What a load of [i shiet] Matrum. I still don' bloody get why the lot've us are crammed in a box meant fer one of ya."] Her speech was sloppy and slurred through her cracked lips. The woman was uneducated as it was but what little speech she could manage was mangled through her overlapping teeth. Sometimes he couldn't understand her at all . She was hideous in the face but with a bag wrapped around her head her shapely body would fool you well. [b "Shut up wench."] Five growled out. His voice was low and faintly rumbling out if his throat, like rocks emptying out of a barrel. He sat on what was considered his bed slouched over with his hands cupped between his knees. How did Five end up with such horrible luck. Caged up in a small room like some kind of animal, along with two other smelly, noisy people he once shared ideals with in life. It was hardly fair. Not to say he couldn't leave this room if he wanted, but what would he do? Wander around the underworld watching souls suffer and Hades little office whores scurry around like frightened rodents? The first was amusing for a while but he quickly grew bored. Now he spent his days idly in his room, sitting in his bed; listening to the other idiots ramble, growing angrier and angrier.]

[size12 He wasn't being tortured every minute of his miserable afterlife like most down under but that didn't stop him from resenting Hades with all his being. Five was ungrateful like that. He was promised a role to kill and carry out disgustingly brutal orders, so where were they? The only joys in Fives afterlife were sex, sleep, and the distant sounds of blood curdling screams. He enjoyed the sound, but not as much as Vixen: his other companion. He was the more handsome of the lot. Not to say Five considered himself ugly but when he came to the underworld his eyes seemed to take a disgusting shade of black - his skin pale as that of an albino and his lips dared even whiter than that. Lately Five didn't really consider himself anything. He didn't consider himself at all. Vixen had vivid green eyes, like sunlight against the ocean, medium, silky, red hair that seemed unnatural with his thick dark brows, slender, his limbs long that gave him a strange spidery quality. He would spin his web and wait for his prey to tangle themselves within it - enjoying every second they squirmed and suffered. He was much more sadistic than Five could ever care to be. Vixen and Five shared interests in other peoples misery but Vixen had a sick sexual pleasure from it. Sometimes during Fives sleep he roused to what he thought was Vixen pleasuring himself to the sounds of the suffering dead. In some cases Five believed Vix had gotten his hands on the dead and played with them as he pleased. [b "Am's got a point Mat. If that little bitch Cry Baby's got a room to herself how come we're stuck bunking like children? I've half a mind to march down there and vacate her room for myself."] Five fixed a pointed glare at Vixen but said nothing. Loudly.]

[size12 He supposed the two had a point though; why did Hades not give them all separate rooms? Five had never been about fairness but it hardly seemed just that. That old dead-hoarding bastard was going to get a piece of Fives mind. Now seemed like the perfect opportunity for it too - as one of his fragile assistants came scuttling towards his door, half her body peeking through. [b "Sum.. Summons from Hades--"] Five stood up suddenly, his glare towards Vixen still hadn't faded and it appeared to unnerve the assistant even further - which hardly seemed possible until it was. The other two followed in silence. Vixen licking his lips with a sick grin, Five thought he could shave his chin with the edges of that smile, while Amelia stuck her blades in their sheaths and strutted with the confidence of a queen. It made Five sick. But Vixen was sure to voice his disgust.]
[size12 [b "Quit flaunting yourself like some wild whore!"] The assistant flinched.]
[size12 [b "Piss off Vix 'r I'll piss 'er own blood out yer quanty sickin' dice riggler!"]]
[size12 [b "You can't very well make up your own language you twisted Trollop learn some proper English or I'll smash the language into you."]]
[size12 [b "Sick sense a hummer you got there lad best keep yer shiet straight or yer fists be cracked to bits quarf!"]]
[size12 [b "Your brains as well crooked as those filthy bones in your gab."]]

[size12 They spoke in harsh whispers, causing the assistant to frequently look back in horror and confusion. [b "Are.. Are you talking to me?"] She asked Five, who's brows sunk down, preparing to disapprove. [b "I haven't said a damned word, don't you dare confuse me for those blithering fools."] He spoke slow through his teeth, as if unclenching them would cause him to bite through the woman's jugular in a fit of his pent up rage. The assistant looked carefully behind Five with even more lack of understanding. Because she hadn't seen anyone. Because there wasn't anyone but Five himself.]

[size12 If only Five knew that his companions had never existed in life; that his illusion of 'friends' were a dream birthed from his post-mortem mental illnesses. Instead he insanely continued to bicker betwixt two split personalities as he moved quickly down the narrow halls to Hades location.]


[size12 As he entered - his face a pinched look that suggested he was prepared to be displeased with anything and everything that might occur, including hades himself - He would occasionally glare to the empty spaces beside and behind him, muttering incoherently about rooms and Cry Baby, another GHOST that Vixen had taken a strange love-hate approach towards. Mostly hate that had gone unnoticed by the other GHOST because Five as a whole was not a being of socialization.]

[size12 [b "This story better end with some action.]]
[size12 [b "The rooms ya bleedin' buckgob!"]]
[size12 He didn't speak often, unless he was having especially vivid episodes . He attacked those familiar empty spaces - towards his companions - as if he were swatting away a very persistent mosquito. An irritable expression gripping at his face and tugging. It was a good thing he was ageless or heavy creases would outline the malicious expressions he so constantly held.

He wasn't as brave towards Hades as he claimed when he was standing right there, looking like some successful modern day teacher rather than the dead-fetishizing bastard he was. It was a little unnerving even for Five. He still made his anger towards the underworlds ruler apparent through various expressions, grunts, and rolling of the eyes. He resented Hades likely more than anyone else in the underworld. Because he still wasn't alone in his death; he was still stuck with Amelia and Vixen and he's always wanted to know why. However on his previous attempts of asking he was either cleverly brushed off or flat out ignored. Hades, Five was starting to believe, was very good at both.]

[size11 Note: most actions and all appearances of Amelia and Vixen are in Fives head. Each word spoken by those 'characters' is actually just Five speaking back and forth to himself with entirely different and convincing speaking mannerisms.]
  ғ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ / Hella / 4y 346d 14h 36m 4s
[size12 Fex finds fall enjoyable. They would say favourite however Fex finds the word to be rather restricting. When you claim something as your favourite you can turn a blind eye to other things that could be equally if not more enjoyable. When you pick a favourite, you're insisting everything else is beneath it. Favourites, in general, are very restricting. Still, Fall was close to it. It wasn't too hot or too cold, it often rained a lot , they never needed to show too much skin, an long sleeves were 100% acceptable. Fex often overdressed in the summer and underdressed in the winter. Honestly, it wasn't about the weather at all. Fex didn't like constantly being asked if they were too hot or too cold.

Right now, the answer was neither. Beads of sweat formed at the top of their forehead and against their temple. Not because they were wearing a black sleeved shirt and the sun was blaring into their soul, but because they were working hard on completing their latest weapon: The Arm Crossbow.]

[size12 This crossbow was the dream. It attached to their arm and was perfect not for killing - the arrows would be much too thin for that- but for incapacitating. Fex had an idea of dipping the arrows with some type of poison or tranquil to slow the enemy down or paralyze them completely. Now, Fex had never dealt with poisons so they would probably need to find someone who [i did] to avoid accidentally killing themself. [i then again..] Fex thought, finishing up the carving of their initials and dipping the tools down quickly. [i there should be some kind of enchantment that could make the arrows do certain things upon impact.] a low rumble crawled out form their throat as they thought. Fex reached down to their hairy legs - the one place they refused to put a razor - and scratched idly with their chin resting on their work desk. Fex had the entire shed in their backward for the soul purpose of their weaponry. Metal, wood, silver, and steel packed away into crates and the walls filled with different swords, shields, a few guns, and other dangerous weaponry. Save the entire half of the wall in front if their work desk. Where blueprints and sketches overlapped one another pinned against the Shed messily.]

[size12 Their attention was taken by the sounds of a dog whining and yipping eagerly. Naga was a bloodhound that always guarded Fex's shed for them. Naga loved the outdoors and despite Fex's attempts the only time that dog stepped paw into their house was when she was being fed or chasing a mouse that had scurried in. Naga was loyal as any dog, even more so, and when she was fidgeting like this it only meant one thing.]

[size12 Fex stood up, death-gripping the chisel in their hand as they watched Naga. [b "what's the matter girl.."] they mumbled their lowest tone. The one that meant trouble. Naga looked from Fex to the woods then dropped down into their stomach, whining into a sudden bark that made Fex jump.]

[size12 Later that day Fex heard of the Demi-gods death.]

[size12 It didn't effect Fex the way some might have imagined. Fex didn't know any of the Demi-gods on a personal level anyway. That didn't mean the death meant nothing, either. Fex couldn't sleep for more than an hour at a time, they always felt something over their shoulder and couldn't rid themselves of their heightened paranoia. So it only made sense that Fex act on this message. Even if the sender was a dirty traitor. They wore the same black sleeved shirt, cargo shorts that went up to their knees, and a pair of shoes so charred and tattered that they hardly seemed passable as functional footwear, with a leather leash wrapped around their wrist and hand. A cheerful bloodhound wagging their stub tail attached to the end of it. They didn't want to bring Naga along but she knew something was wrong and wouldn't stop following Fex. Eventually they gave in.]

[size12 [b "Nice.."] Fex spat the word to the ground with their own saliva. What was nice exactly? The death of one of their own bringing them together? Or maybe blondey wanted to tick everyone off one last time. Maybe that was the nice part. Fex wasn't one to hold grudges, or so they thought, but they couldn't imagine how she could smile at them even a little. Not after what she did.]

[size12 None of this hate even pinched Fex's expression. Fex wasn't good with facial expressions and often looked bored, tired, or distant. In this case they were exhausted, sleep was never something that happened anymore. Dark bag stained their round eyes and shadowed over their freckles. Naga growled low but Fex clicked their tongue to silence the hound.]
  ғ ᴇ x / Hella / 4y 348d 9h 24m 41s
[font "Times New Roman" [center Damaris never learned how to swim.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center She knew her father had died in the water and was therefore too afraid when she was a kid. As she grew and the decision not to learn became more absurd, she attempted to try. It didn't last for long--the news that her [i mother] was the one that drowned her father brought on a fear of water that was white-hot until extinguished at the age of fifteen.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [i Aquaphobia.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center At age twenty-five, she still didn't know how to swim. The ocean had swallowed her up and spit her back out enough times to make her believe that her mother was not ready to see her yet.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center Damaris didn't want to keep wondering, didn't want to keep returning to a life that hardly wanted her in the first place. She was the trash you threw out on the side of the road when you didn't want to waste time putting it in its proper place or keeping it in your car. The kind of thing other people pick up only out of force.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center But the idiot witches provided the perfect opportunity. Sure, the dead demigod was a tragedy, but it wasn't anyone Damaris had been too close with. When she made her mistake three years ago--they branded her a traitor and dragged her name through the dirt--that newly-dead-demigod spearheaded the whole thing. Damaris didn't hate the kid, but was ultimately unfazed by the loss. Was it a loss at all if she didn't care?]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center The city passed her as she sped out of it. It was around four in the morning, but she had somewhere to be that wasn't at home. She was careful to keep under the thickness of darkness, more out of a necessity for her safety than a preference--street racing for money on your only form of transportation could get dangerous. Especially when you frequently won.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [i Fex. Roshan. Lynx.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center It had been so long since she showed her face to any of them. Out of shame, out of regret, out of [i hate]. She wasn't sure if she hated herself more or them. She wasn't sure who she was allowed to blame.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center And plus, she was older than the three of those glorified children. Twenty-five years of age. Can't swim. Untrustworthy. Afraid of dogs and birds. Traitor. Liar. Fraud. Synonyms for Damaris Kommissar.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center Her motorcycle blew through the dark streets, an ache growing in her neck and shoulders, but she ignored it for the time being. It would keep her alert. She'd been up all day.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center Her day started early because it was quite a ride she had to make--there was a witch that lived three hours away that did tarot cards, midnight magic, whatever they called their creepy shit. She did it. Webpage, Instagram, the whole nine to broadcast her "magic". Damaris's money was betting that the woman had no idea what real magic was, but that was besides the point. She would pay with her life. And she did. Damaris showed up at her place of work and choked her to death on her own stomach acid. It was simple, just raising her hand, just cocking her head to the side, just willing the liquid to move from its natural, harmless place.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center How strange. Taking a life almost felt too easy. The blonde demigod expected much more guilt and heartache over it even though it wasn't the first life she'd taken. It definitely wasn't the last.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center It almost felt like a joke. Damaris didn't like what kind of twisted person that could possibly implicate her being, but there wasn't a way to get around it: staging what would ultimately be considered a genocide had its cons, including becoming a monster. That is, assuming one wasn't already an abomination beforehand.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center 5:13 a.m. That was the time when she arrived in the dark, abandoned park. Not even the ridiculous early morning joggers would be around at this time; it wasn't that great of a neighborhood and you could almost hear the inhale and exhale of the city sleeping. Damaris parked her bike and entered, sitting on top of one of the tables as her tired eyes kept open to scour the darkness for shadows coming her way.]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [i Fex. Roshan. Lynx.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b I have missed you.]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center She rose to greet one silhohuette, then the second, then the third. A tired, slightly loopy smile quirked the edges of her lips up in a virtually humorless situation. [font "Courier New" [+teal "It's nice to see you all again. I'm glad you got my message. Obviously, we have some things to discuss. The gods are becoming angry with us."]]]

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note: damaris did something terrible to betray the other demigods about 3 years ago, but i haven't figured out the details yet. boop.
  ιrredeeмaвle / halsey / 4y 350d 7h 40m 44s
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[size12 [center “Please. I don’t know what you are talking about. He is just a baby.”]]

[center [+goldenrod [meddon [size14 “I know you speak the truth. Though I am unable to ignore the wrong that has been committed against my people. My mother has passed judgement and I must heed to her will.”]]]]

[size12 [center Roshan kneeled down before the sobbing female and drew one of his blades from its holster at his back. “Just let us go. No one will know.” Her smile was weak, quivering in her pleas [size14 [+goldenrod [meddon “That I cannot do. Your child will die this night.”]]]The woman before him sobbed all the louder and clutched her child closer to her chest. Not wanting to prolong her suffering he used his free hand to pry apart her arms and pulled the child from her grasp. She grew historical and tried to reach for her son. She would hurt herself if she continue so he struck her temple with the pommel of his blade and watched her body go limp. With his attention now fully on the toddler Roshan sheathed his blade and gripped the child’s head in the palm of his hands, a sharp twist and the now empty husk fell to his feet. In the distance he could hear the shrill call of the police sirens, there would be no time to linger now. There was still plenty of work to be done.”]]

[center [size12 ***]]

[center [size12 “I give you an order and you spend your time watering weeds.” Themis regarded her son with a hard glare as she materialized within the boundaries of his garden. The boy lowered his watering can and faced her fully though his eyes were cast downward. Though even with his averted gaze he knew the look of her displeased tone. Her long hair would be styled high unable to hide her heart shaped face. Her pink lips in a snarl and her slender build draped in white linen with gold lining. The goddess snorted and turned the heat of her glare toward her child’s hobby, her frown only deepened. “It is my fault for allowing you such freedoms. Continue to hunt the witches Roshan, increase your efforts.” She was gone in that next instant. The heavy weight of her divine presence lifting from the air. The young male released his held breath and for a moment took a glance at his neglected garden. Though what were a few weeds when justice was to be delivered by his steel?]]

[center [size12 He left the garden alone and went inside his home. The quaint cabin was equipped with only the basic necessities. A single stove and mediocre icebox. A few counters and even few cabinets, but it was his home. He decorated it with flowers from his garden and the smell of the forest was a constant, forever ingrained into the wood that were his walls. The only thing out of place was a collage of pictures on the far wall. Nine photos with a large X streaked across the images. He was going to need more help if he was to appease his mother.]]
  Ruin's God / boxghost / 4y 351d 6h 31m 43s
[font "Times New Roman" [center [b "Really, Hades. You have to do something about this."]]]

[font "Times New Roman" Why the other gods decided they were too high and mighty to take care of the problem themselves honestly eluded him. His domain wasn't even slightly involved with the world of the living; he sort of despised the Overworld. He was much more comfortable with death.]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b "They're killing our children."]]]

[font "Times New Roman" One would think of that as a call to action, but no. What was the point in taking care of something yourself when you could just send your dog to take care of it?]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [b "They're breaking rules that shouldn't be broken."]]]

[font "Times New Roman" Hades cocked an eyebrow at that. [+maroon [font "Arial" "They wouldn't know the rules [i could] be broken if you didn't insist on writing everything down and scattering it on the ends of the earth. While I agree that humans aren't... the highest forms of intelligence, they are becoming more in tune with their world."]]

[font "Times New Roman" He didn't want to give humans too much credit by saying they weren't stupid, because they were, but he needed the other gods and goddesses to know the gravity of this situation--that it was their fault and this was yet another mess he'd have to clean up.]

[font "Times New Roman" No one had anything to say. The books were a crucial part to their history and understanding. Hades had a library of his own, but he had the common sense not to just leave the keys to it laying around.]

[font "Times New Roman" They offered him nothing but stares. The suspense hung like a clock that had stopped ticking at just the right moment--they were waiting for him to accept because they knew he didn't really have much of a choice.]

[font "Arial" [+maroon "Aren't you all so glad you invested in my GHOSTS?"]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [center [size20 - x -]]]

[font "Times New Roman" Hades' skin had grown numb to the heat and cold of the underworld. Watching souls both shiver and sweat as he re-entered his home always brought the sliver of a smile to his face because it was ironic how that worked. How hell was so personal.]

[font "Times New Roman" The Headquarters section of the Underworld was set up much like an office in the Overworld. Hades had assistants and interns out the ass--newer souls that seemed promising and older souls that had worked their way up out of Punishment or Pleasure. There was the Library, overseen by the Keeper, Processing, overseen by Hades and a different person every few days, Punishment, overseen by someone who was probably a sadist, and Pleasure, overseen by someone who was probably so nice it made Hades want to vomit. The Underworld wasn't hell; it was just where you went when you died. Good people died, too. The main sections of the Underworld were run like a business, including paperwork, meeting, and staples. It was a headache.]

[font "Times New Roman" His heels scraped along the floors as he walked with purpose. It always confused him how the Underworld had a tinge like dark red, like blood, something reminiscent of pain, but he didn't question it when the other gods assigned it to him.]

[font "Times New Roman" One of his many clueless assistants came skittering up to him as he approached the doors of his personal space.]

[font "Times New Roman" [i "How was your meeting, Hades?"]]

[font "Times New Roman" The male considered the question for a moment. [font "Arial" [+maroon "It reminds me of getting your fingernails ripped out."]] At the horrified look he received, he rolled his eyes and gestured down the hallway. [font "Arial" [+maroon "I need you to get my GHOSTS for me. Cry Baby, Five, Architect, Noel, and that other one. I can't remember the name. Tell them I have a mission for them in my office."]]]

[font "Times New Roman" [i "Yes sir, but... They scare me."]]

[font "Times New Roman" Hades stared at her until she rushed off to face her literal fear: meeting the GHOSTS. While the god of the Underworld could admit that they could be a little intimidating to weak souls, he didn't find them frightening. He made them. Without him, they'd be rotting in Punishment.]

[font "Times New Roman" He'd have to send them after the witches. While he'd like to commend the two for their dual bravery and idiocy, such would not be tolerated by the other gods. And besides, missing a Death Date was a no-no. It disrupted the entire system he had going in the Underworld; someone else would have a premature Death Date in their place to even it out. It had to be fixed--he had to send GHOSTS after people whose time wasn't supposed to come yet. It was an expense he couldn't keep affording to risk.]

[font "Times New Roman" So they had to die. For real this time. Permanently.]

[font "Times New Roman" A knock on his door sounded within a few minutes and his favorite--a loaded word--GHOSTS entered the room. He turned to face them with a smile on his face that barely scratched the word [i genuine].]

[font "Arial" [+maroon "Well hello, kiddies. Have I got a story for you."]]
  overlord / halsey / 5y 3h 36m 28s
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