Twistopia: The Black Rebellion (Accepting on OOC/Pg-13

[Catterjune]

She bit down on her lip, noticeably upset.

[size="1"]"If either of you had a family, you'd understand!"[/size] she weakly cried out, hiding her face and her tears with her long red hair as she sat down. She couldn't push past the two boys and make a break for it, since it seemed the RP just kind of jerked ahead to the morning there, so all she could do was try her best to sleep.



She stood on a rooftop in the pre-night sky, the only light illuminating the scene was the setting sun from just beyond the horizon. She looked out ahead of her, seeing the cruel festival right at the base of the warehouse she stood upon. The park was surrounded by buildings from all sides, as if someone had walked into the warehouse district and planted a park in between the columns of buildings. From where she stood, she looked out and saw him right within the fair grounds. "AMIR!" She called out.

Though several yards away, she extended her arm, before feeling a tug at her shoulder. [font="Franklin Gothic Medium"]"We can't go down yet."[/font] Followed by a light chuckle. She turned to the voice but saw no one clinging to her. However, she now recognized she was not alone. Upon every single building were many members of the Black Rebellion. Some she recognized, most she didn't, unfamiliar faces. They all stood at the edge of the building, there long shadows reaching all the way down the side of the many warehouses. All seeming to converge at one point, her brother.

Their shadows grew ever longer, before being horribly mutated as they hit the ground. Cruel, heartless Shades, thousands of them enveloping the park, making the ground impossible to see beneath the curtain of darkness.

"AMIR!" she called out in terror, tears streaming down her face. She looked at the other Rebellion members but they stood motionless, like statues.

"We have to save him! We-!"

[font="Franklin Gothic Medium"]"We're not at... the prime condition to fight"[/font]

All she could do was sob hysterically as the darkness had swallowed her brother. The sun had set, but she couldn't bother to care that the world had grown darker. As far as she was concerned, the darkest part had already happened.



[size="1"]"Amir... no... please... Amir..."[/size] she whispered in between sobbing, still very much asleep.

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[color="#800080"][b]Hubris stared at the young intern before giggling, covering her mouth politely with her sleeve. She stuck her left index finger into the pool of blood around the young man, using it to draw a 'Hubris-style' smile upon his face. She then collected a little more blood and used it to make the 'Hubris' eyes and teardrop makeup on the dead intern.

Finishing her work, she leaned in and looked at the intern's face, giggling. It was like looking into a mirror.

Looking at her red stained hand, she made a 'sad' little whining noise, though made no attempt to alter her face, still bright eyed and smiling.

She toddled over to Weaver, staring politely at him. She tugged at his arm in an almost cute-like manner, but mostly she did this to get at his sleeve and clean off her hands. She then presumably took a seat.[/b][/color]

[Shalltear Bloodfallen]

The one known as Void, and holding the seat as Gluttony among the seven sins was standing, if that was the correct word, among the back of the group of now six people, counting Twisted, and watching the small chain of events taking place.

He didn´t like the pointless murder of the intern, nor did he hate it because if he knew Twisted as well as he thought, the body could still be meant to play a part later on in one of Twisteds crazy schemes, and if not, energy for Void to use later.
[color="#8B0000"][i]”No”[/i] [/color] Void reminded himself [color="#8B0000"][i]”I´m thinking to highly about him”[/i][/color]
The experience Void had when it came to Twisted´s behavior was not good to say the least since it was mainly his wish to break the seals in the bandages, something he needed Twisted´s help for, that made him stand a good majority of their leaders odd behavior for as long as he already had.

He breathed out relatively heavy, making a small noise that could almost be identified with a sigh.
[color="#8B0000"][i]"I´m forced to serve a madman, just to regain my freedom that a bunch of nobodies managed to steal from me!"[/i][/color]

He remembered that day they sealed him away quite clearly, the blood stained bandages, drenched in his and their blood, being wrapped around his being and stripping it of all abilities, even the ability to move.
He remembered just lying there, sealed away in the carcass of his own, and as good as completely devoured dimension.

The question was how much time passed before he sensed and opened a gateway to Twisted´s dimension?
Years? Centuries? He honestly had no clue.

Void levitated past the other in the group and stopped slightly past the opposite side of the table where Hubris was now sitting.
He pulled out a chair and sat down.

[Otaku-sama]

((I'm assuming that we are back at base.))

Heikichi sat as he clumsily tried to put bandages on the large slash wound across his chest. He had to learn how to prepare a dressing from Thorn's bag of horrors, filled with powders, most of which would kill him if he even thought about touching it. However, he had been in the group long enough to know which powder was the one Thorn used to heal her own wounds. He wrapped the bandages tightly around himself several times, covering most of the wound, before tearing the rest off and gluing the loose end with leftover dressing to his back. He released a big breath of effort, satisfied with his handiwork. He got off the bed and looked around for something to eat. After falling into a sewer and fighting shadow creatures, he was famished. He quickly made his way into the base's larder and grabbed the first thing he saw that was edible, which was a dusty looking loaf of bread and orange cheese of questionable quality. He voraciously tore a piece of bread with his teeth before shoving a piece of cheese right after the bread. He ate quickly, finishing half the loaf and most of the cheese in a matter of a few minutes before becoming sated. He walked back to his bed, noticing that his fighting staff had been sitting at the corner of the bed, unused.
"[i]Jeez, that could have been useful a few hours ago...[/i]" he thought, taking it and placing it on his back. Finding nothing left to do, he decided to visit Thorn. When he found Thorn sleeping, Heikichi couldn't help but smile a bit. She was sleeping peacefully and Heikichi decided against waking her up. Just as he was leaving, he heard her mutter something in her sleep.
[size="1"]"Amir... no... please... Amir..." [/size] she whispered before tears flooded her closed eyes. Heikichi was disturbed by this, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"[i]Wow...What could be bothering her that much...?[/i]"

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[b][font="Times New Roman"][color="#808000"]An enormous hooded figure walked into the building, mumbling angrily about something. Strangely though, if one walked closer, one would notice that the mumbling did not come from the mouth of the being, but rather from where the belly would be. The figure pressed the elevator button, but quickly became impatient. After only a few seconds, it stormed off, opting for the stairs instead, all the while audibly grumbling "Useless humans cannot serve the gods for their own sake..." Quickly scaling the stairs before stopping at one of the highest floors, the figure stormed towards one particular meeting room, gathering concerned looks from the workers. The door had five large slits in it, with blood dripping from it. The figure entered the room, where several characters had gathered. The figure dropped the robe, revealing his grotesque form. His head was covered in what looked like human eyes and a giant mouth on its belly which quickly filled the room with the smell of rotting meat. A few flies could be seen flying out of the mouth and quickly back in. Suppuliuma eyed the body of the intern on the floor, before picking the body up by the leg and pulling it into the mouth. The body slowly went in, seemingly entering a cavity much larger that Suppuliuma's body. As he did, the sound of an angry swarm of flies was heard from within the mouth. When the intern was completely within the mouth, he let out a grotesque smelling sigh.
"Ahh...The souls of young men have a certain quality about them..." Suppuliuma muttered to himself before standing up straight, almost hitting the ceiling. His demeanor seemed to change from sated to angry.
"Weaver and Twisted! You two promised me that I could consume all the souls I wish, yet, I am not allowed to consume the humans who enter your puny carnival! I demand to know why I cannot!" he protested, the eyes on his head shivering with anger.[/color][/font][/b]

[Catterjune]

[b][color="#475c7a"]"Hmm... what would Conner's stooges know about honour?"

From the opposite end of the alleyway stood a long thin man, face half covered by the position of his hat. An aloof appearance about him, as he stood sideways not looking either Doki, Maxwell, or Arc in the eyes.

He carelessly brushed at his bangs with his right, before letting it fall any random way again. "I take it this is you kids first Twistopia then? Not wise to get into closed confined spaces." He turned his head to Maxwell, though his face remained half hidden. "Especially without a weapon."

The boy took a more relaxed position, crossing his arms across his chest and turning his gaze towards the pre-morning sky. "My name is... of little consequence. However if you th-three want to continue living to see the Grand Finale, I s-suggest you not follow the orders of that... Conner person."

He adjusted the brim of his hat, letting only half his dark blue eyes show. Without a word, he began listlessly walking forward, giving the three Rebellion members plenty of chance to catch up to him if they wanted to speak more.[/color][/b]

[Shalltear Bloodfallen]

So this was the one known as Suppuliuma, the holder of the seat of Sloth.
Even though they were all holding seats as sins, the seven most powerfull subbordinates to Twisted, this was the first time Void was more or less formaly introduced to a lot of the others among the seven sins, the new ones to be exact, since he up to this meeting had been watching the events unfold from a nearby dimension, doing his best to even weaken the seals placed on him.

Void found Suppuliuma disgusting to say the least, but, thruth be told, he himself did not look so nice beneath the bandages any longer.


He looked outside at the sun, slowly rising on the sky and marking the start of a new day.
[color="#8B0000"][i]"There can´t be much more left now in Twisted´s plan for this world, and when it´s finished, He can release me from this prison"[/i][/color]

Void didn´t care if this would end up being destroyed, he didn´t care if a hundred worlds were destroyed during his servitude to Twisted, only as long as it meant that his freedom and full power would return one day.
He longed for that day, and Void would do anything to get there.

[Lord of Chaos]

Doki looked to the obnoxious little boy Arc "Sut up." Doki spat the words, he had never really like Arc, but had to work with him if he was going to stop this forsaken carnival, hearing the other man Doki spun around to look at him, this confused Doki, he grabbed his head not knowing what to think, which in turn made his head hurt, Doki plopped down on the ground like a difient three year old who wasn't getting their way, and he watched the man walk away then looked at the others hoping they would lead the way either going with the man or going away Doki didn't care either way put an end to his head ache


--elsewhere--


[color="#00FF00"]Invidia stood at the back of the group she stayed queit for a moment, then seeing Void flote over the others she pushed threw the crowd and walked over to the table taking a seat sitting far from Hudris, Invidia was here for only one reason, Twisted, she envied his power and she would do anything to get it, but she also saw potential in the carnival witch would allow her to take many beautiful faces for her own, Invidia smiled lightly at the thought of her taking the many faces that would pass threw the large carnival, she then looked around the room to take a look at the cast she would haft to work with, seeing Suppuliuma first Invidia thought him to rather grotesque, but she marvled at the power he seemed to have[/color]

[Catterjune]

The redheaded Black rebellion leader tossed and turned in her sleeps, confronted by unsettling dreams. Feelings of loss and regret seemed to surround her. Eyes closed, she didn't know she was inching closer and closer to the side of her bed until suddenly-

WHAM! The girl toppled out. "A... ow..." she muttered absentmindedly, eyes still closed as she rubbed her arm, still rather sore from her fight with the shades. She rubbed her eyes and looked up. "A-amir!?" She could hardly contain her joy, tears of regret turning to tears of joy before her vision began to clear. It was notably not Amir, but rather Heikichi.

"Oh..." a notable tone of disappointment in her voice as she hung her head slightly. "Hey Heiki-chan." she tried to smile, picking herself back up (possibly accepting his hand to help her up, assuming he did decided to help her).

[Otaku-sama]

Heikichi helped Thorn up off the floor, a little confused.
"Well, it looks like you had one hell of a dream," Heikichi said, trying to act natural despite the awkward situation. After helping her up, he couldn't help but scratch the back of his head. After a little bit of awkward silence, Heikichi decided to break the silence.
"You hungry? We still have some food left, or maybe I could make a quick run to the store if you want something better than bread and cheese," Heikichi offered with a smile, just trying to avoid asking who this 'Amir' was.

[Otaku-sama]

(Whoops Double Post)

[SPA7X]

(Posting in chunks. It's died to many times for me to take any chances)

"Hmmm... Ignore Connor?" Arc started, giving a short chuckle at the thought. "And what listen to you? I mean, He does utterly disgust me, thinking that HE has the right to order me around, showing no sense of class or ettiquet, but what about you? Five seconds showing up here and you've already began to utterly sicken me, the way you stutter like a scared little child. But..." He placed his hand on his chin, begging the process in which the mind makes a decision.

Maxwell however couldn't get a grasp on what was going on or what to do. He simply cowared under the glare of this both strong yet feeble person. "How the hell was I supposed to know that a Carnival would try to kill me? It's not like they warn you about those things in school." Looking at the three around him he couldn't help but feel utterly left out, like he was a cliff diver, about to jump into dangerous waters with unseeable ends. He looked over at the Utterly confused and depressed Doki as the boys sat. "Hey, cheer up." He started placing his hand on doki's shoulder. "Hey, since you saved me, I think I'll go in whatever direction you decide, huh big guy?'

"Well it's settled then!" Arc nearly shouted, causing all to turn his way. "If you two sad sacks are done weeping down there, I'm going to follow this guy for now, see what he's up to. Perhaps we might even find a way to take down twisted. Without having to do all of this trivial Running around nonsense."

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(Post part B will be up in seconds. Main focus: Connor and the BR Base going on's)
There were 8 Cracks in the ceiling. 8 indivdual cracks of varying length, running through the otherwise perfect concrete in their makeshift hideout. As he stared at the damage, connor could only guess at what the age of this building could've been, assuming those cracks were age related.

"Feeling down are we?" Connor's eyes snapped over to marcus, who seemed to be jotting something down on some kind of clip board. The way the red haired boy was working so intently, it was almost hard to tell that he had been the one to speak. "...She hates me doesn't she." The pages on the clip board flipped before a voice could respond. "Well, I wouldn't say "Hate". More like "Strongly disagrees with". I think if she hated you, you'd already be dead by now."

Connor sighed. "It's just... Did I, Did I make the right decision? Back in the sewers. I mean, Yeah, even I tried to help as many people as I could above ground. Hell, I even risked getting caught by guiding people out of that evil carnival. But by the time I got to you all, the night was almost over and well... I just didn't want them getting hurt anymore. If we tried to help then what? We go around chasing shadows untill the two of them both collapsed? But now... I don't know what to say to her."

Marcus finished his reports and placed his clip board down onto the table. His hands in his pockets he turned to face his clearly disraught leader. "Look Connor, you can't change the past. I wish we could more than anyone, but unfortunatelywe just can't. Could we have helped more? Maybe. Could the others have been hurt very badly? Probably. But those are questions we'll never know the answer to. All we can do is let time keep on moving and hope for the best. I guarentee that Thorn will be back to her old self eventually." Marcus' speach was uplifting to the defeated boy. He would still have to talk to Thorn about all this, but at least for now he could put his mind a bit at ease.

"Oh by the way," Marcus began again. "It seems that two of our scouts, Doki and Arc, haven't reported back yet. I think that Gabe was thinking of heading out to investigate, you mind if I send Heikichi and Virgil along to help?" While it seemed like a weird group, Connor could find no real reason to disagree. "Well, alright. Just as long as you clear it with them first." And with that confirmation, Marcus went of to find the boys.
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Meanwhile, at the Board meeting of Sinners:

As suppuliuma began his rant, Weaver only looked at the Being with utter disgust. And it wasn't just the smell that caused it either. "Simple answer you poor excuse for a Fungus" The boy in grey began. "If we had let you have your way, then there wouldn't be any festival to begin with. Your appitite is so large you'd probably devour everyone who set foot in the place. Hell, I've even seen you eyeing shades from time to time. If one didn't know any better, they'd mistake YOU for gluttony." As the venom continued dripping from his words a fun little joke popped into his head, one he definately hoped would rile the boy thing up.

"You know, if you REALLY wanted something, you could try the leftovers we left down in the sewers. After all, Judging by the way you smell, you'd probably feel right at home." As the two exchanged looks, Twisted on the other hand could help but Smile at the delicious dischord of their group.

"Everyone, please settle! I'm supposed to be the MAD one, remember?" Twisted Puned, horribly. "Besides, we're not here to talk about your problems, that would be boring. We're HERE to talk about MY problems instead! Ain't IT GREAT?!?"

[Catterjune]

[b][color="#475c7a"]It seemed the dark haired boy with the cap would have the most extreme displeasure to be shadowed by the annoying runt of the litter, a pup with a bark louder then his bite.

He calmly walked, not changing his pace yet head rocking left and right as he surveyed the scene. As he approached a street corner, the man stopped, mid stride, before straightening himself and standing at a perfectly straight military position.

"I can tell you're following me." he stated bluntly, not bothering to turn around. "The little... tassssssels on your ankles aren't exactly s-soundproof." He lifted his cap at an angle, keeping it pressed to the back of his head but pushing the brim upwards to allow him more access to his hair. He carelessly ran a gloved hand through the front of his bangs before letting it drop back to it's natural position and returning the cap on to the top of his head.

"If you have s-something to say, then out with it already. I don't like being followed." He spoke before starting up walking again.[/color][/b]

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"Actually..." Thorn tried to rub the fatigue out of her eyes, yawning to get more air. A smile on her face as a devilish idea entered her head. "Uhh... nevermind." She awkwardly touched her fingers together, hoping Heikichi would ask her to spill. And even if he didn't, she immediately spoke anyway. "Okay! I'll tell you!"

She walked over to her closet and began to pick through her clothes, all nearly identical. "Well, Twistopia may be a horrible nightmarish hellhole of unfathomable sorrow and despair..." she pulled out a top, placed it against her body, blinked twice then put it back. "But it's still a carnival. As such, I've kind of been in the mood for some carnival food." She laughed slightly, in case Heikichi thought it were a bad idea.

She pulled out a top identical to the one she was currently wearing. "So, since it's broad daylight and pretty safe right now, it shouldn't be too bad to sneak a bite from them, right?" She tossed the jacket onto her bed before digging into the other drawer and pulling out an identical pair of jeans, also tossing it onto her bed. "Pretty... crazy idea, huh?" She smirked.

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[color="#800080"][b]Hubris seemed perfectly content, not making any other noise from high atop her throne. Moments earlier, sensing that the other sins would prefer to stand, or just plain not caring about their well being altogether, she stole the seats of the remaining sins who hadn't posted yet or hadn't sat down... except for Acrimony of course... and balanced them precariously a top themselves in an intricate manner and perching herself aloft the top seat.

The defiant look on her face seemed to imply she didn't care what anyone thought of her, but considering she was the seat of Pride it was no doubt all just a ploy for attention.

Feeling she hadn't quite absorbed all the eyes in the room, Hubris placed her hands on her chest, then suddenly 2 live grenades appeared with her hands. She began juggling the set, waiting for the meeting to end.[/b][/color]

[Lord of Chaos]

Doki didn't like the idea of following Arc, but it was the only thing he could think of for now since he could not remember the way back to the base and would most likely get horribly lost "Mmkay." Doki pulled himself up and looked to Maxwell waving for him to follow "Com'n" Doki beconed the boy, Doki slowly followed the two, even though Doki respected Conor mainly because Conor made it so Doki didn't haft to think to hard about anything, as Doki Followed Arc and the other boy he spoke trying to act as if he was some what smarter than he really was "Wo is yo anwa, an ho yo kno bot te Rebeln?" Doki spoke the words crudely his speach was never good, but since joining the Rebelion it had improved somewhat, but he was still of little intelligence

[The Final Messenger]

[color="#FF0000"]Acrimony stuttered into the room, hands bloodied. "Sorry I'm late... you know what screw if I'm late," he said pushing aside some of his jet-black hair. "So what's today's party about?" he asked the group while taking a seat at the table and crossing his legs. He then decided he was bored and thought about going down, grabbing an unsuspecting bystander, going to the roof, and throwing the bystander off.[/color]
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Virgil was currently situated on the roof of the warehouse, watching the sun rise alone. A favorite pastime of his, it gave him something to think about, and he could be alone for a while, but not striking down shades. It was relaxing. "If they need me they'll get me," Virgil said fixing the collar of his shirt, and buttoning up the buttons of his suit-vest. He looked through a hole in the roof and saw the others down there, talking about something, that might not concern himself.

[SPA7X]

As final sins gathered round the table, Twisted began to sit down, Two shades appeared and went on all fours, providing optimum seating for he who probably would've sat on weaver if given the chance. Kracking his knuckles, he extending his fingers to full length before slamming them down on the table, as though he had smashed the keys on a piano. Shadows traveled down his arms, covering the table top surface. As they pooled across the table like some kind of very thick liquid, they started shifting, moving into a shape, no, a setting. The Display was crude an colorless, but the main image was understandable: Two side by side vortexs, each spinning in opposite directions with a giant statue of some great warrior or god standing menecingly above watching them.

"Behold! The Problem!"

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Marcus walked outside the building, scanning the area for Virgil. But he was not there. Therefore he must only be one other place. Giving a annoyed grumble, he jumped to the top of the roof, looking Down at Virgil who was staring in at the going-ons of the base. "You could just go down there and try talking to people," Marcus started, catching Virgils attention. "People might get the wrong Idea if your caught spying or peeping on them."

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Watching the strange man's reaction, Arc couldn't help but laugh deviantly. "Well that's rather rude of you. Come along, act all tough then turn and walk away like a stuttering little child. Do I NEED a reason to follow you? Last I checked you have no control of which direction I walk, now do you?" As he fired off another witty little remark, he failed to notice the worried looks of his followers. Maxwell especially was worried, following along behind doki and feeling still utterly confused. "Well, I think i'm following you because you all have more of an idea whats going on than I do. And, well, I don't think I want to go home. Not alone anyway..."

[Catterjune]

[b][color="#475c7a"]A smirk on his face, though the 3 man group wouldn't see. Heels locked and feet at a 45 degree angle, he slightly bent his right knee, balancing on his right toe, then shifting his weight upon on, pirouetting in a military 'about-face'. From here, the group could see he was working hard to contain himself, a enormous grin and the escaping noise of a stifled laughed as he covered his mouth his right and hugged his elbow in with his left. Finally, he broke out into hysterics. The little helicopter boy's words had tickled his fancy quite a bit.

He lifted his hat, allowing Arc to have a look into his cold, unfeeling eyes. "If you had witnesssssed what I've s-seen... exsssperienced what I've been through..." He chuckled to himself, still in a fit of giggles, imagining the vision of his beloved Portico, before and after the carnival arrived, and then let his hat fall once again. "Well... let's jussst say a mild..." his head quickly shook, as though an invisible fly landed on his head, and a quick shake to get it off. "a mild... tic would be-" he paused, thinking of the right word "the... leassst of your worries."

He 'about faced' once again, returning his hat to it's typical 'eye-covering' position, and standing at a slightly more relaxed position, feet shoulder width apart as he turned his head but still kept his back to the group.

"My time in the Black Rebellion is... none of your concern." he began, before turning his face and calmly continuing his pace forward. "Whether you follow me, follow Conner, or... follow Twis-sted is.... none of my concern" He smirked, knowing they couldn't see. "For now."

He stopped suddenly as he reached the next street corner and shifted his body, turning his route a sharp 90 degrees. "However... do not get in my way."

Looking ahead of him, it was evident that the young man was traveling back towards the Twisted carnival.[/color][/b]

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[color="#800080"][b]Hubris bright red eyes looked down from the multiple chairs she stole, catching both grenades. She teetered awkwardly upon her many seats, leaning forward to see what the biggest threat was. Hubris looked at the shadowy statue, then down at the grenades in her hands. She giggled then quickly came up with the easiest possible plan to knock down the statue Twisted had just summoned.

The glued on smile remained as she undid the pin on the grenade in her right, before tossing it onto the table, watching as it landed right in front of the statue.

She giggled, waiting for praise for her wonderful brilliance, as well as for the explosion which would occur in 5... 4... 3...[/b][/color]

[Sweetie Belle]

Kiruha, kneeling at the table, as it seems her chair had been [i]stolen[/i], watched as the clownish girl threw a grenade onto the table. Swiftly, she hid it from sight through bending light, and then tossed it away, not noticing where it went, and not caring if it hurt someone, unless it was her, of course. Standing up, with her knees aching from being on the floor like that, she decided to get a chair. Walking over to the one she suspected stole it in the first place, while masked, she snatched one of the chairs, the one in the middle, and took it as her own, allowing the rest of them, along with the girl, to topple over.

[Shalltear Bloodfallen]

Void sighted, the new sins had proven to be a dissapointment.
He opened one of his small black holes roughly were the grenade would land, judging by how Kiruha threw it.

Void was carefull not to make the hole strong enough to suck up any thing else in the room.
If he slipped up with even the smallest black holes, it would be devasating since it could
basically devour materia infinetly if it wasn´t closed or,
finetuned to the point where it would collapse into itself after devouring a certain amount of materia.

He felt a surge of energy that had to be the grenade being devoured by the black hole and converted into energy.
His own reserves were already large, a result of several years of collecting energy to use offensively.
The seals would break, with or withouth Twisteds help.

He closed the hole and turned his attention to the two statues that Twisted had summoned an image of.

[Otaku-sama]

Heikichi was rather shocked by the boldness of Thorn's idea of going back to the carnival, the one they had just barely escaped with their lives. Then again, the prospect intrigued him. He would be alone with her in a mostly deserted carnival. Maybe he could treat it as a date.
"Well, I guess if you want to go, I'd think it's safe to go. Wanna go? If we do, we can't let the others know. They'd lock us up for being this crazy," Heikichi replied, a little quieter, trying not to attract the attention of the other Rebellion members.
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[font="Times New Roman"][color="#808000"]Suppuliuma was enraged by Weaver's sharp tongue and wit.
"Your puny festival is a pointless waste of time! Why go to the lengths of even making one?! You could just kill everyone now! Eating rotting corpses in a dirty hole? Who do you think I am?! I require souls! Not the pathetic flesh of mortals! I refuse to be lectured by a child! You don't even have a right to say anything about me! You are just Twisted's fetch boy!" Suppuliuma raged back, the shivering eyes on his head now focused on the Seat of Greed, even the ones on the back of his head. His agitation made the flies in his belly uneasy, several of the small ones squeezing themselves through the cracks in the teeth and flying erratically around the room. Suppuliuma's rage settled slightly when Twisted created a strange diagram out of shadow.
"What is this?" Suppuliuma asked simply.[/color][/font]

[The Final Messenger]

Virgil turned to Marcus and smiled before saying, "that's none of your buisiness what I do or don't do." Virgil then asked while twirling his pistol named Kasuru in his hand, "so what do you want from me now? If its not going back to kick some 'A' in the carnival or going about the city kicking more 'A'. Then don't talk to me." Virgil then smiled pulling his fingers apart, activating the prank trap he so craftily set up. The 'trap' consisted of many almost unseeable nooses made to trap a foot and send the person sliding down to Conner and Marcus, but since Marcus was the reciever he was sent down hanging from his foot. Virgil chuckled abit before freeing him, and jumping down with afew acrobatic tricks.

[SPA7X]

Suppuliuma's rage did nothing to phase Weaver, the sin of greed merely smiling bemusedly, confusing the sin of sloth, before turning to look at twisted's work again. But as all turned their attention to this shadow sculpture, he discreetly flexed his fingers under the table, causing multiple threads invisible to even suppuliuma's eye's to draw taut. The result: Multiple air-borne flies to split in half and drop to floor. And as they did so, only a single statement escaped from weavers mouth: "Disgusting Vermin..."

Meanwhile twisted continued to ramble on, responding to Suppuliuma's question. "Why it's quite simple, Suupy my friend and fiend alike! For you see, this is a source of ULTIMATE POWER!!! I Know so because I saw it three nights ago, In the greatest dream Ever!" At those words, the now focused weaver only frowned. "A dream sir? Doesn't that seem a little... un-reliable?"

"Maybe if it was YOUR dream Weavy-Boy," Twisted began again. "But you see this was my dream, and thats COMPLETELY different. Anyho, What you don't realise is that this is just merely a door way of sorts: A lock on this universes most powerful secret." Judging by the others reactions, it seemed he had gained their attention. And as he did that he turned around to look outside the large window, scratching his head. "I can't quite comprehend why, but I feel so very drawn to this thing that it is the very reason I dragged you all here, to the now week long site of Twistopia! For would you believe this structure, this source of great power is in this very city? And I Twisted have found it as well! But alas, I lack something to open in, the key to this worlds chastity belt. And so that Is why I have gathered you all here: You shall Help Me find my Key!"

[Catterjune]

"Oh that'd be great! Just give me a moment to get ready!"

She casually, yet rather quickly, tossed her jacket onto her bed, letting it fall into the same heap her new shirt and new jeans would be put on. She unzipped her shirt/sweater looking thing and tossed it to wherever it is dirty clothes get tossed when they're not currently being used in her room.

Dressed only in her purple bra, she began to unfasten it before noticing that Heikichi was still in the room. Her cheeks highlighted in pink. "Uhh... do you mind?" Right arm holding her bra in place and left arm unfastening the buckles.

Assuming he quickly rushed out of there, she called out to him. "Just meet me on the ground floor near the door, okay!"

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[color="#800080"][b]Hubris, may have been an invincible super powerful super mime, but that didn't mean she disobeyed the law. Namely, the law of gravity. So, when her seat was taken the girl took a tumble. Every chair beneath her took a tumble, breaking at the sudden applied force. Fortunately, it seemed no one had mindedd much at all, not even her.

She contemplated crying to attract more attention before figuring against it. She dusted herself off and stood before giggling, covering her mouth in politeness. However, she'd likely not forget the grave injustice inflicted to her by Kiruha, sin of lust.

She performed a quick 'breaking off' snapping-type maneuver upon her razor sharp earrings, producing two identical copies. Coupled with the single grenade she still had, the blonde began to juggle while haphazardly not paying attention. As far as she was considered, she had more important things in mind, and her business was much more important then whatever Twusted was thinking of.[/b][/color]

[SPA7X]

At the presence of Virgil little trick, Marcus simply remained completely calm and relaxed, the trap not even phasing him. "Interesting snare. It would be wonderful if you would save your tricks for the enemy however." As he was freed, he stood upright and brushed himself off, looking Virgil straight in the eyes. "Actually, I'm going to need you to pull some reconasaince, perhaps a rescue. So gather what you'll need and wait outside, oh and make sure to change your clothes: I think yours are a little crisper than usual." The words Marcus spoke seemed to confuse Virgil, that is until he noticed his clothes had ignited without his noticing. As Virgil scrambled to put the fires out, Marcus simply laughed, walking back to his room.

Connor however was heading in another direction, between makeshift hallways as he headed to his "room". As he walked though, he happened to notice Heikichi waiting outside the door to thorns "room", of which seemed to peek his curiosity. "Oh hey there Heikichi, what... What's going on?"

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"ooohhhh... going to the carnival is he? Then this could get REALLY entertaining. Doki, weird boy, I care not whether you follow or not. Do what you want, I'm finally going to cure my boredom, and maybe even learn a thing or two." As Arc turned to walk away, Max once again turned to doki. "Oh no... No way! I'm not going back there. Nearly dying once was enough! But... well I don't really have anywhere else to go right now. So... Doki what do we do?"

[Shalltear Bloodfallen]

Void hated to admit it but what Twisted said did make sense.

The area Twisted had summoned an image of, according to what Twisted just said and knowledge Void had aquired in passing during his rampage through the known dimensions, had to be what kept the dimensions from overlaping one another more than they already did.
The center of existense and the source of everything.
If one would reach it, it would be an understatement to say that he or she would get powers equivalent to that of a god and for Void, it would mean much more than him regaining his freedom.

The lock was said to be a heavy challenge but, seeing the lenghts Twisted could go to for even the most simple tasks, Void had no dubt that man would break trough and unite with the core dimension, and at the same time, becoming all powerfull.



If his mouth hadn´t been covered with bandages, the other sins would have been able to see that Void was grinning.
He wanted to begin the hunt that would determine the fate of existence itself.

[SPA7X]

Weaver frowned, staring at his master. "Alright Twisted, So what is this key exactly? Some artifact, or weapon or what? Your being vague again." It would seem this was the main thought of the others around the room, each looking oddly at this weird model, some with greed or desire. "We-he-hell, glad you asked! As many of you have been informed, I just recently have brought LARGE NUMBERs of people underground and disposing them. Did you all think this was mere coincidence? For as it appears, the door way to brilliance Is There! The Sewers!!! For the key you see is no keey at all: but a person! Anyone in this very city is the key, and all we need to do is find them, drag them to the sewers then kill them, A sacrifice to the guardian of the door way: him." As if they hadn't already guessed, he pointed to the statue in the scene, clawed finger shifting shadows.

"And so the question remains: Who thinks they can find him or her first?"

[Sweetie Belle]

"A simple task," Kiruha said, "Murdering people and then giving their bodies to some god. I could do this single-handedly." At that, Kiruha disappeared. She quickly made her way to the sewers, and revealing herself in front of a few college guys.
"Hey, boys," she said, "Why don't you come here?" The men quickly ran to her, and surrounded her. She began her Seduction technique. Using her abilities, she made it look like she was stripping down to nothing, when in reality, she was pulling out a knife. The illusion Kiruha finished her show, and motioned for one of the more well built. Kiruha stood back up so her torso matched up to that of the illusion, making it seem like the man could actually touch her. He put his hands on her hips, and that's when she struck. She cut off the man's head in one swipe, and cancelling her illusion, killed the rest. She hid their bodies in a very dark corner, and concealed them, so no one would see it and get suspicious. Then she began to look for the doorway.