Mosha finishes her cigarette and follows along, "what do you care about that brat? Ah-did you see my mother, Darling? I killed her when I was young and she hasn't left me alone since."

>.> - as was walking done the hallway she spotted Sakis and Mosha- Hey! you two are so rude DX

Devon rode his motorcycle to the entrance. He stopped and looked up at the gate, the evil looking sign, and the decaying walls. He looked up to see a giant figure swooping overhead, signaling he was in the right place. He started the chopper back up and rode through the gate, letting his wings burst free through his shirt, his muscles rip through the small shirt as well as he sped up the eerily decorated driveway. He pulled up at the door, assuming he wasn't killed by now because the gaurds had recognized him as a demon.

Mosha shrugs, "Rude? You're one to talk, little kid. Hey, someone just drove up. Maybe some dinner, if you will finally let me freaking feed. Or, if you don't want me to eat him like the other, I'll eat you!"
She bears her fangs and flies herself out the front door, "Screw this, Darling, I'll be outside."
Seeing the demon she sighs, "Demons taste horrible so..."
She sets upon the nearest human guard keeping out the rest of the city and begins to eat him alive while he screams, having paralyzed him with venom in her first bite, smiling at the sexy male demon, "hey baby, what you doing here?" she says a very suggestive tone.

"What, does she live here now?" Sakis asked Mosha, but before she could finish, she left to eat. "And there she goes..." Sakis looked over to where Rain was standing. "What brings you here?"

Deon looked over at Mosha and shut off his motorcycle. "I don't know, I saw this as a good place to be myself.. never can be that out in the real world, I could kill someone." He smirked, looking her over. "Was I right? Can I be myself here? Or should I just turn away and go back to the human infested world?"

Mosha laughs, holding the body in her arms as she eats like she was eating a hot dog, "I won't judge you, my lover built this place to be somewhere she could be free. And me as well. I welcome you with open arms. Well, not so open. Mine are full at the moment." Smirking and chewing, "Come on in and stay awhile, I'm sure it'll be fun."

AHHH! -running over to the new guy with her friends fallowing behinds her, and with a very excited vouce Rain began to jump up and down- O.O OMG I love motorcycles!! <3 -she siad gazing in aw at the guy-

((I suppose that everyone's doing the event.))

((Come on, post. I don't want to see this game die. We get stars for playing in this event as well as playing in this game. This will be fun and we can all get really cool items.))

((Where my homies at?))

((well I don't know what to say))

((Sorry guys, I've been busy >.<))
The motorcycle visitor seemed to gained a lot of attention real fast. I simply watched Rain run to the visitor in surprise. I looked in relief that he seemed to be getting a lot of attention. Tis was my opportunity to slip back into the castle and walk for a while to clear my mind.

Mosha finishes her meal rather quickly seeming to inhale the meat rather than chewing it. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve and laughs, "so what brings you here pretty boy? I see you chose to make an entrance with that big black motorcycle of yours."
Her voice is incredibly seductive and blood is dripping down her barely buddy bosom as she breathes heavily in exertion, her stomach distended from her meal, "So Pretty Boy wanna go with me to my room?"
Mosha winks and giggles, floating herself over and spinning in air like the Cheshire Cat from Wonderland, "Oh Pretty Boy, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

It somewhat pained Sakis to hear Mosha say that to the newcomer. It was probably what she would usually do, but it seemed that it bothered her even worse. What made Sakis even more bothered was that she never had these feelings before Mosha suddenly appeared. Most of her time living in the Gothic Asylum was quiet, as was herself. During her stay, she felt that no emotions were needed here. The only though, the only emotion that ran through her head was the determination to find out who she really was. So far, a lover to a succubus, and the creator of the castle. However, she never new how old she was, not even why she remained young. Why she had the power to manipulate blood and how she feels like a vampire even though she has no fangs. What was Sakis? Although she had regained memories, it felt like she didn't at all. There was so much more to her that no one but herself can discover. She needed to explore the castle one more time and so she did leaving the group behind and heading into the lair of her locked up memories.
"I will see you later," was the last thing she said to the unfocused group.

Mosha jumps high and lands on her knees in front of her lover, standing and kissing her passionately with her blood-covered mouth, "I love you, don't forget that. I'll see you when I come to bed."
Then turning back to the motorcycle rider, "So, where were we?"

Welcome to Hell on Earth...
Yuni felt a chill run up her back as she gazed up at the towering castle, its windows the colour of old blood in this light. The menace she felt coming from within those black walls was enough to make anyone pause, but it was nothing compared to the sense of unrelenting torment so powerful it seemed part of the air itself.
The grey-skinned girl stood still for a moment, simply letting the raw emotions coming from the mysterious structure wash over her, sadness making her heart wrench. What is inside that thing that could cause such overpowering emotion? she thought, running a hand through her silvery-white hair. Nathaniel, did you know about this place?

Humans guarded the entrance to the castle, and Yuni had no desire to be confrontational. Slipping around to the side quietly, she found a patch of deep shadow on the battlements. Reaching out to touch the cool stone, Yuni closed her eyes, letting her mind search out the shadows within the confines of the castle walls, looking for one that would allow her entry. ...There you are.

It was a small shadow, caught within the corner of a room where the dim light from two windows could not reach. It was enough for a small Drow, though, and within moments, Yuni had the inner shadow connected to the one she touched.

The shadows suddenly turned liquid, matte oil defying gravity. Yuni's hand sank into the battlements, the rest of her quickly following. It was only a matter of seconds before she was rising out of the floor within the castle, the shadows turning back to normal the instant the flame-styled hem of her sleeveless coat was free. At least some Drow magic is useful...
Yuni shook remaining droplets of black liquid from her gloves, turning them to swiftly dispersing smoke as soon as they left her. She had given the room she emerged in the once-over as soon as her eyes were above the shadow, and hadn't seen anyone there, but one could never be too careful. Slowly, she scanned the room, mismatched eyes piercing through the dim light with ease. She could not see every angle, of course, considering she was shorter than most of the furniture, but she had a pretty decent view, and currently saw no one.

The stench of blood and decay permeated the air, prompting Yuni to put a gloved arm over her mouth and nose in a futile attempt to filter out decently breathable air. She breathed through the black and flame coloured fabric for a few moments, gathering up enough courage to face the thick air head-on, before taking a deep breath and lowering her arm.
"Right..." she said, voice coming out as a strangled whisper. She began creeping forward, body movements fluid and stealthy, all senses alert. Yuni had no idea what might be waiting within these black marbled halls, but she knew she couldn't ignore the malignancy thrumming through the castle. Nor could she, in good conscience, deny the whispers of suffering that tugged at her heart. Someone, or someones, lived within these walls, and no matter what kind of being they were, they didn't deserve to be left in torment. Not while there was one around who had the possibility of correcting things.

Mosha perks her head up, "Sakis! Be careful! There's someone in the castle...wait, don't worry your pretty little head dear, I'll go find the trespasser."
Growling and bearing teeth she floats through the castle, past her lover and all outside to find what? A confused little gray skinned whelp of an elf? She laughs, "oh my. I thought it was someone dangerous!" She raises an eyebrow, wiping her face of what remains of the blood and then reaching into thin air, part of her arm disappearing then bieng pulled back with a chainsaw in hand, she looks like a blood-soaked floating little girl but must be very strong to support the huge mechanical tool one handed so easily. That and she's floating, has fangs and is staring down the drow with obvious malicious intent. She giggles so loudly and shrilly that it breaks a nearby vase in a strange implosion. Obviously not human. "Did you know elf meat is a delicacy to most creatures in the wild? Perhaps you could spare some for me?"
Another evil laugh. Mosha then revs her chainsaw.

Yuni's first indication that someone else was within the same hall was high-pitched, evil laughter. When a voice followed shortly thereafter, laden with menace, Yuni knew it wasn't the castle trying to mess with her. She whirled, looking up as she did so, to see a blood-stained girl, looking no older than herself...which was strange, but add to the picture the fact that said girl was floating...it was enough to startle the young Drow. When the girl started talking about eating her, a thread of unease began to worm its way through her body, making her tense up.

Then she pulled out the chainsaw.

The surprised look on Yuni's face gave way to what could only be described as terror. She had never liked to fight, preferring to either talk things out or make a dash for it. If the look on the other girl's face was any indication, however, the chance of 'talking it out' was below nil. Still, maybe she was wrong?
Yuni gripped her quarterstaff with white-knuckled fingers, backing up slowly from the maniacally-laughing girl, her eyes wide. "I'm...I'm not an Elf!"

Great. The first thing out of her mouth just had to be something entirely irrelevant to the situation. Granted, the Drow didn't consider themselves 'Elves', but still...couldn't she have said something a little bit more likely to keep her alive?

"I-I mean, I'm here to help! Don't...."

The chainsaw was revved, drowning out the last of her reply.

Without further ado, Yuni spun in place, taking off down the hallway faster than a rabbit outracing a fox. Her fiery coat and gloves trailed behind the tiny girl, giving one the impression of low-lying flames spreading through the hall as seen from the back. Silver hair streamed behind Yuni as she ran, her weapon swishing through the air at her side.
Normally, when cornered as she had been, Yuni would have simply summoned her wings, but 1) there had been no room, and 2) Yuni had the disturbing feeling that calming wings wouldn't have worked as effectively as she liked...so her safest bet was to rely on her own natural speed to lose the psychotic child with the saw.
"I'm not one of the bad guys!" she called over her shoulder, hoping that just maybe she would be heard...and listened to.

Mosha stops the chainsaw and laughs, floating to the front of the little drow and giggling, "oh really now. Please tell me how you wish to help me?" She snickers and puts her feet on the ground, pulls out her flask and lights a cigarette, "you're so funny. I might keep you. Of course you're an elf! A damned one but an elf. How's that bitch of a spider goddess you guys worship. I mean- girls. I know how you are." She giggles and drinks some more beginning to look upset when she discovers her flask is empty. Her smoke smells a little evil rather than just tobacco, it seems to have infernal herbs mixed in it and the 666 on the box reinforces the idea. The chainsaw moves back into it's hidden state.
"I'd still like to eat you but I guess I'm SOL for now. I'm Mosha Fierna, reincarnation of the Succubus Queen. In this incarnation however I am a mere flesh-eater and Firesoul." Smiling again and grinning to show her fangs, "So you little lost drow, what are you doing here in my home?"

A soft sigh was slowly breathed from his gently parted lips. Eyes fluttered open in the darkness, soft icy blue eyes they were. The tan skin around them wrinkled slightly as his eyes narrowed a little. Waking up was always tough for him. But oh well. There were things that must be done before he could relax much more. There were people moving about and he must see what was going on.

He lithely rolled out of bed, sweeping himself to his feet in one fluid motion. In the darkness of his room, the shadows crept closely to him. He smiled warmly. It was certainly the smile of an old gentlemen. And today he felt like looking that part.

"Come my little friends. The world awaits us." He said softly to the shadows as he smiled warmly again.

The tendrils of darkness slowly moved over him, engulfing his entire body in it. But the end result was quite wonderful. He stood there afterwards in a black suit with a little white tie. He was quite handsome indeed. Even if he did look like an old man.

He whistled softly to himself as he headed down the stairs, his power held back tremendously so that no one could tell just how evil he was. All they would see, even the other residents of the Asylum, was an old, tanned man.

((Sorry! Had a few problems. -_-;))

Yuni skidded to an abrupt stop when the girl whisked around in front of her, bringing her staff up and around like a headless spear. With wide eyes, Yuni lowered her stance, having quickly figured out that she apparently couldn't outrun someone that could float.
In a semi-crouch, staff in the battle position, she waited in silence, mismatched eyes watching every movement made, her gaze transferring from the chainsaw to the girl's eyes after it disappeared. Yuni knew full well that, should the other girl choose it, she would easily be overpowered, but Seraphic training habits did not easily die; sharing that with the Drow techniques.
Yuni's ears dropped, articulating much like those of a horse, when the girl mentioned the 'spider goddess', and remained so, drooping even farther with the revelation of the girl's fangs. Silence ruled after a few moments, and only then did her ready-stance ease somewhat, as she moved into a more upright position. Talking instead of bloodshed...

"I am no Elf," she said again, voice quiet and cautious. "Damned or no, the Drow are the children of Elvemar, not Tunare. The Father, not the Mother."

Yuni's sensitive nose twitched, the smell of pipe-smoke burning her lungs and throat as she breathed it in, ironic considering the next words out of her mouth. "I do not know how Lloth and her priestesses fare; I follow Eilistraee and her guards, Preathreal Lan'ier and Lothlonglathe'."

Yuni's chin came up slightly with the mention of the deities' names, a bit of confidence returning to her. Enough, at least, for her to be more courteous, lowering her head in an informal bow. "I am Yuni Asgaroth, born of the Drow and child of Nathaniel, Deva of Seraphim." Her head came up once more, her eyes now frankly staring into those of Mosha. "I do not yet know how I am to help, as I do not know what is needed. To do so is my purpose, however, and my reason for being in this anathema you say is 'home'."

One ear twitched - a soft melody sounded from behind, accompanied by gentle footfalls. The scent of darkness grew strong, and Yuni turned her body slightly, sliding a foot back in one fell motion to place her sideways in the hall, able to see in both directions. An older man was coming down a stairway, it was he that she had heard. The grip on her staff became a bit stronger, as now Yuni thought she would have to deal with two contenders instead of just Mosha. And honestly, she didn't relish the prospect.

An aura of flame erupts around Mosha, "Damn it all, why do these infernal trespassers keep entering my home? Maybe I should stop eating the guards."

She stands waiting for the old man to show himself completely.

Jacob fully emerged from the shadows, his gentle eyes twinkling as he glanced the tense positions of the two beings in front of him. He inclined his head towards them, a kind smile on his lips. He ran one hand back through his blond, almost silver hair, pushing the rogue strands back a little.

He pushed his hands in the pockets of his neatly pressed black pants.

"Good evening my friends. What is going on out here?"

Something in the way he spoke was quite dignified. He was almost a totally different person than he was when he had started his way here. Now, he just seemed like a harmless old man.

Mosha cackles loudly, "I was talking to this little damned elf before I was going to eat her or f**k her or something, then I noticed you, another trespasser. But then again I suppose my mate wanted this to be a gathering place for us evil ones. But it just devolves into beautiful carnage. Oh, how wonderful."