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100% how she got her children out of the tubes

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Another while of inactivity passes them by, and once more, she grows impatient. The glass now forgotten in her hands, she looks up, “—We’re wasting our time waiting for the brat, Mär. Let’s just leave — let her regret her stubbornness, ah ha h—” And yet no sooner does the laughter spill forth from her mouth than it cuts short, her attention drifting downward to the trembling glass in her hand. If he moves to take the glass from her, foreseeing its threat, he is too late, and whatever creature had dwelt within is upon her.

She shrieks, an ugly piercing sound, as the child’s hands pull at her hair: if not because she has been taken by surprise, then certainly because this one has been so brazen as to handle her without her permission. Tiny hands reach up to pinch at those which dishevel her, and her head twists ‘round to at last get a look of their uninvited guest. “Get your hands off me, brat! I am no child, no less that you are some— some demon made flesh in some awful girl—!” 

–An over-reaction, perhaps, but her companion had started towards the two no later than he had watched, at first with a strange wonder, their intruder finally make herself known. The urgency apparent in Elise’s cry had provoked him to half-raise his hand, as though ready to strike her tormentor away; when reason returns not a moment later, he should think he knows better – not because she is a child (he has no qualms with delivering to misbehaving children their due, no), but because he knows not what, precisely, she is. There is a danger in failing to react immediately to his beloved’s cries of distress, yes, though there may be a greater one yet in provoking this strange soul. At the least, he can snatch her from the child’s grubby hands, and snatch her he does, pulling her up and into his arms.

From up in his arms the girl-doll looks down on the trespasser, a rancour renewed in her otherwise empty glass gaze: no matter the comforting caress of her head by her dearest.

“You have done more than comply,” – ‘for better or for worse’, the clipped tone of his words seems to say. She has done naught to offend him personally besides refusing his requests, but let it be known he will not tolerate her mishandling his assistant. However exasperating the company of Elise herself might be at times, there remains a strange protectiveness about his attitude towards her: she is all he has, after all. He does not revel in the same contempt as she does, if he revels in any contempt at all, but a certain steeliness hardens his gaze even so, “Make your apologies, child, not to me but to my lady – and on her forgiveness might I uphold my end. If you wish to be welcomed onto his stage, you best heed the theatre-master’s wishes.”

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The familiar snorts at the insult thrown at her. She’s been called worse; it doesn’t affect her at all however. Gretel childishly pouts when the toy is taken away from her. But no matter, it wasn’t like the doll was her main objective anyway– she did held some importance, but did put on the performance. The marionette idly observed, alike a spectator, like herself, her twin and their Lord. She swallows her pride, and decides it would be best to apologize even if the brat doesn’t deserve an apology.

“Forgive me, I just haven’t held onto a dollie like her in quite sometime.“ Gretel can’t remember whether she played with a doll like Elise. She did get a chance to look at one, who was able to fool so many people however. This made the familiar wonder whether this doll met the same fate the vessel of sloth met too? Did all souls burned alive use a doll to inhabit? She brushes her thoughts aside, focusing on the situation at hand.

Her gaze hones in at the doll who looks down at her; what a brat. How could he even deal with someone like her? She shrugs off the thought and does what she thinks is appropriate. Gretel lowly bows toward the couple, as if retaining her role as a mere maid. Despite how much the doll bothered her, she knew she had to keep a level head.

“My apologizes, milady– harming you was never my intention,” She said sweetly; a practiced act in all honestly. “You happened to be close by, so you were the first I grabbed.” She raises to meet with the doll’s eyes, her hand gestures to the wine glass the girl doll still wields.

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“Ah.” There’s a note of disappointment in that single utterance, whether genuine or, rather more likely, merely affected. She really is a selfish child: not that he has any right to decry her for it, granted, for he would no doubt do quite the same were he in her situation. Indeed, even as her questions are posed to him now, he has no desire to put himself at any disadvantage to this hidden girl, or whatever spirit she might be. He is no less stubborn than her, though his well-practised niceties might suggest otherwise; and where she is stubborn in coaxing answers out of him, he is equally so in refusing to bow, or else not without assurance that she will do the same when he asks.

Alas, given that he has expressed his dislike of her hiding in the shadows a few times now, she seems adamant to maintain her advantage over him.

“In which case, may I turn the question on you? What reason have I to trust you so easily, girl?” Whatever mischievous light had played across his eyes is extinguished now, replaced by something rather more serious. He is a patient man, perhaps too patient for one of his occupation, but this child - however much she has captured his imagination - is wearing his patience thinner and thinner as time wears on and the evening grows darker. Were there anything to be looking down upon now, he would surely be doing so as he turns the mistrust on her, “You seem a clever thing, so it surely must not have escaped your attention that it is I of the two of us who is being rather more honest already. I do not bear my side of our talk from the shadows.” 

But her stumble, though she is swift to brush it away, does not go unnoticed. ‘Our’, did she almost say…? Well, she is not so craven as those others, it would seem – yet it remains the clear truth that the two of them, conductor and assistant, have stood honest all along, while this intruder and whatever fellows she has remain hidden. 

A compromise, then. He folds his arms, exhales gently as he considers how he might himself gain the upper-hand here. “…If I am to reveal anything of myself to you, my request is simple: you make yourself known, just as I and my companion here have been all along. I could not care less for whatever cravens keep your hidden company, so long as you - who address me now - make yourself seen. Am I understood?” Elise at his side hums in agreement, their glass treasure still held close to her, “And I expect an apology, you know! Not once have you addressed me, you terrible child!”

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Instead of an answer, she says nothing and silently closes the connection between him and the vessel of sin. Outside of the glass– no voice is heard, besides the crackling of the fireplace. She rubs at her chin, then proceeding to turn around toward her Lord for advice; she appears to be deep in thought. Gretel approaches her with light steps and it is not long till she is at Lord Banica’s side.

“Since your brother is presently busy,” Banica begins, her brown eyes narrowing toward her, “it would be best to approach him in a more direct manner. He seems like the patient yet  controlling sort.” She gestures toward the man draped in red and black, her fingers then lowering toward the small portion of the marionette that can be seen, “...as does his companion, so be careful. I will task your brother to appear if things turn sour.”

Gretel bows her head toward her lord, with a few nods. Her Lord was observant as ever, Gretel silently praises. “Of course, my lord. I will do so gracefully.” A smirk plays on her lips, “ do you think it would be best to play with them some more?” She raises her head, tilting it toward the side, “...his little friend is quite a pest, don’t you think? Perhaps it would be best to silence her for the time being.”

Her Lord takes a moment to mull over it, “ Do what you like, but nothing too big–– we wouldn’t want to scare away our guests now, yes?”

With another nod, Gretel turns away, her form within the glass disappears. and begins to seep out from outside the glass. A face– Banica’s face–– flashes within the liquid of the vessel of sin. The glass shakes slightly within the marionette’s hands, causing for some of the red liquid to spill onto the floor. A shadow drips from what was spilled, and it shortly appears behind the marionette itself. Shadows soon manifest around Elise, who happened to be the current wielder of the glass. The shadows become more defined, turning into pale hands that soon tightly grip onto his assistant, raising her from the floor.

The inky darkness dissolves from her figure, and the ghoul child takes center stage. It is too late to change her appearance into ‘Ney’, instead a nicely dressed maid appears before him.

Her fingers run through Elise’s strands of hair. “Looking for attention now, hmmm?” She’s reminded of her step sister–– the ‘Daughter of Evil’, when she looks down at Elise. “Shall I quote you? ‘Children should be seen and not heard’––that’s funny to hear, coming from a child like you.” She briefly gazes up toward the conductor, whose attention she catches. “Good evening.” A giggle soon follows her greeting, “I have complied with your wishes, so perhaps you will do the same for I?”

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However exasperating dealing with this child is, he still cannot deny that his interest is piqued by her presence in the forest this evening – or, rather, her non-appearance. That she can so vehemently refuse to show herself despite his demands - he, as the serving lord of the land - is a curiosity enough to capture his intrigue. Any ordinary spirit (if that is indeed what this girl is), intruders included, ought to bend easily to his will and his whims, and here this one is… Well, so rudely sticking her tongue out at him as he ushers her forwards, he can only imagine.  

Elise is less patient, as ever – and why shouldn’t she be, if not as the vessel of ɪᴅ, then as an audience half-hidden from the whole play? He has failed to relay what if being said to her, yes, but this is no trouble to her: he is without blame, and from what half of the conversation she does hear, the brat is refusing to listen to her elder. The silence between his words she takes as opportunity to make her accusation, a shrill, unpleasant thing–

“Children should be seen and not heard! You know that, right? You’re lucky Mär is so gracious even with intruders, or else—”

”Enough, thank you, Elise.” Too easily at his behest does she halt in her tirade: anything for her beloved. She is not without her silent protest, however, and with the glass lowering to her side as she stands with arms straight against her body, she looks up indignantly at her fellow. He graces her with no look in return, instead seeming yet transfixed on the nobody before him. Of course she feels a pang of jealously, this brat who won’t even show her face winning Mär’s attention over her, but so long as this is what he wants from her– So be it. She does not huff childishly as she settles back down; rather, she titters quietly, resolving now to take a seat farther back in the audience and leave the direction to the conductor. 

“Ah, but what a selfish child you are. You confess to disliking secrets being kept, but only from you – you are quite happy to keep yours from me. You remain hidden from my sight, after all.” He stands tall, head bowed as he considers what options he has; when he soon reaches his conclusion, his gaze flickers back off, though there still nobody stood before him.   “…No, you should have to tell me what it is you want, few are the things I have to offer. I doubt those gluttons left any treats in their wake, so I fear I cannot make good on my word and tempt you to behave with the sweet.”

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The marionette is lucky that she was silenced, otherwise Gretel would be tempted to fall into one of her many bad habits. The familiar glares at the doll from within the glass, irritated by the shrillness of her voice. She knows better than to throw a tantrum, considering she is within the presence of her Lord. Maybe she could nick the doll from one of its joints? But since she had quieted down, Gretel restrains herself from doing anything to the doll just yet. Her twin briefly appears at her side, with a suggestion and then leaves the room to prepare yet another meal for their Lord.

Focusing on the more important person, she lapses into silence awaiting for him to finishing speaking. She is thankful that she was safely tucked in within the glass, because she can sense this man was able to do various things to those of the dead. Banica’s own influence seems to clash with his overall presence, which seemed to override his influence over spirits. It was hard to tell whether he was a demon, yet it didn’t feel like he was despite having the characteristics of one.

“Is it not reasonable to trust strangers easily? Hmmmm? Just like those kids did with that old woman initially!”

Gretel begins to giggle again, smiling to herself at his next attempt to draw her from the glass. “Trust me, those children would not be able to satisfy my curiosity. It was the true puppeteer that has gained ou–” She stops short, but she quickly corrects herself, “my attention.” 

“I suppose I’ll come out and ask, what are you?–– and your name, if you go by anything.”

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“The daughter of a queen, Elise–!” So melodramatic is his exuberance than it can only be false, and he does not care to let this be known to his uninvited guest as well as to his companion. The Wiedergänger indulges in a moment of thought: would he have been so without manner, as she seems to believe he is, had he known all along she was a princess? Likely not, and though she is only hearing his half of the conversation, the doll is eager to again pull on his leg; he stoops slightly, that she might reach up to pass him an aside– “Uuh, she doesn’t sound like a princess the way you’re talking to her, Mär. Might she not just be a queen’s bastard?” 

Whether there is any truth to her suggestion, he cannot help but hum a note in amusement, caring not whether their visitor hears either the comment or his contempt, before continuing to address this mysterious ‘her’.

“I never knew my mother, or else I never cared enough for her to remember her.” He speaks frankly, figuring that he is at no disadvantage in doing so. Let them compare mothers a moment; it seems only fair. Hers is an irrelevant argument regardless, because his own still remains: she is an impudent little thing, and though she herself remains hidden from sight, this much is plain for him to see. “What matter is it to you? The elder has no obligation to give the same respect the child owes him, and even if I were feeling so generous– Well, I fear you would still have to show me respect before I deign to give it to you in return.” 

He smiles sweetly, too sweetly, at the nothing before him. Not that he would expect the girl to so closely follow his line of reasoning, but at the very least, let her know that he is just as capable - if not more so - of appealing to meaningless common courtesies as she is.

“…So be it. You seem a child accustomed to threat, if not one thus unbothered – perhaps it is better to tempt with sweets than threaten with the stick anyway.” Passing the wineglass down to Elise that he might now have the freedom of both his hands, he gestures with his arms out wide, as though to - however begrudgingly - receive this intruder with a warm welcome. Elise herself treasures the strange trinket on her beloved’s behalf, one hand holding it at the base and the other at the narrow bowl. She watches, both the host himself and the absence he seems to address, with as keen an interest as ever. 

“Pray, do tell: what treat might I offer you to bring you out of hiding, Your Highness?”

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Since the tiny marionette held the glass, Gretel did hear every word of it. How convenient for not only her, but the other spectators within the glass. It allowed for her Lord to examine the actor fully, despite how his words might have hurt her. Gretel shifts uncomfortably in her position, breathing out a sigh. She turns to look back at Hänsel who offers her an apologetic smile, since he chose to sit out of the conversation thus far. She turns back, facing the magical screen that shows the current holder of the glass. The marionette –– her name Elise, angles the glass rather awkwardly, causing for the blond to crane her neck to stare up at the conductor.

She ignores his tidbit concerning his mother, deciding that would lead to a dead end and a awkward silence. The familiar snorts at his assumption, he wasn’t wrong. The past was the past however, and she couldn’t change the way she has changed, recalling her past lives and the repercussions and damage that came with them. She had few regrets, but she wouldn’t indulge them to him, let alone sing because wouldn’t he there for awhile? Luckily for her, he wished to draw her out and offer something. Turning over to Banica once more, she closes the connection briefly to inquire what to ask. Her Lord in exchange gives her a few options, “A name would be nice, what his goals and what he is –– because he is definitely not an ordinary spirit.” 

Hänsel jumps in, offering the suggestion to ask about ‘what ugly spirit delves in his companion’ but she waves him off. “––Should I manifest outside the glass, my Lord?” She inquires, which Banica takes a moment to think, then stating “do so if needed.”

With a nod and word of thanks, Gretel reestablishes the connection. To the conductor and his assistant, she had not spoken for a few minutes leaving them in a eerie silence, with only the sound of the fire within the hearth.

“Hmmmm, I wonder? What would you be willing to offer to me?”

“Or tell me rather; I prefer not to be left in the dark– I don’t like secrets being kept.” 

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His reverie has not gone unnoticed. The conductor’s assistant frowns again, feeling rather more left out than in any fashion concerned about his silence. She knows him well, all too well already; his gaze is not transfixed on that glass for no reason whatsoever, no– And yet she finds herself quite unable to see the same allure in the blasted thing. Inching closer still, she tugs at his leg, a child herself hungry for attention,·“He—ey, Mär, what is it? There’s nothing there. What are you looking at?”·

He does not hear, or else does not care to pay her the attention she wants: instead (and no doubt to Elise’s jealousy), he awards it to another, to this disembodied voices that speaks to him now. Although he turns suddenly, as though in direct reaction to the pull at his leg, it is this that snaps him back to his senses – he looks then to the sides, but here, too, there is nobody to be seen. A whisper in the wind, perhaps: many lost souls find their way here, caught between the borders of Life and Death. Indeed, this he does consider as a possibility, and yet something - still - does not feel right, somehow.·

The finger resting upon the stem of the wineglass itches, but he does not think for a moment that it is this which speaks to him now.·

“–We have had an intruding audience member, it seems.” His overdue answer to her plea is unapologetic, and even as he addresses her his attention remains elsewhere. An intruder this must be indeed, one who does not yet know him as the master of this domain: an ignorance he does not take as offence, nor any particular reason to be concerned. Even so, he stands tall, glass tilting downwards as he moves to address whomsoever it is that hides among their company now.

“Did Mother not teach you it is rude to spy–?” Elise is caught between another titter and lapsing once more into disgust by his side, as she waits, watches with bright, round eyes. Gluttons liars thieves ·troublemakers, the – lot – of – them. She wonders, in her idle contempt, what this one’s true colours will be, and though she cannot hear them herself, she keeps faith in her companion’s suspicions: for his, he, too, spares a thin smile, or else a curl of his lips. No Living man should have been able to bear witness to their play, much less a mere child.

“Show yourself, girl.”

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Knowing that her mother– rather, adoptive mother had lied to both her and her brother, she couldn’t quite consider her someone she respected. Nor could she respect Prim Marlon either, after what she did to her past incarnation. Anger boiled in her veins at acknowledging the truth, and the topic made her feel sour. It seemed that all of her mother figures caused Gretel so much grief. She glances back toward Hänsel, who seems to share her sentiments on the topic. 

Why did he want to see her? Was he that eager to meet with her? She shares a look with her twin brother, who shakes his head. It would be best to draw him in for now, while his interest was present. Normally, being a familiar and all, she never did show her true form toward a wielder of the vessel, her twin brother’s incarnation included. She supposed it was apart of the whole familiar business, unless the person was gifted with the ability to see spirits.

A giggle escapes her lips upon hearing his question, with a smile present on her features. Such a shame that he isn’t able to see her yet; she didn’t she want to include the marionette within their discussion! It would ruin all the fun too, to pick both fun and information out of him.

“Hmph! And did your Mother ever teach you manners? No please and thank you– I assumed you were more of a gentleman from the way you’ve acted prior.”

She scoffs lightly, rolling her eyes, “...Mother taught me the opposite, actually– she wanted me to spy for her selfish own purposes. How undignified for a Queen is that?” She’s still quite bitter about the ordeal, and with the way that ended. But she supposed adding this tidbit of information about herself wouldn’t be bad, she wanted to continue to tempt him after all.

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    It is unfortunate that he cannot return the offer of an enthusiastic expression or reply, for he was no child and was hardly in a position to become excited over anything noted as “fun”. And so, alas, it has come to this, his moment of peace has turned into a waste of time at the emergence of a frilly-voiced child. Now he regrets it, because he is given this responsibility to heed a redundancy.

     His claw-garbed fingers tighten around his shoulder arm, lips are pulled to a frown, and violet-red eyes open to the reality in front of him—the music that played in his head, whatever it was that danced between his thoughts—all of it vanishes as he pushes himself from the wall, drops the weight of his arms back to his flank, and cranes his head to the source of sound—to see a sprightly little girl dressed in white.     The silence spoke for him, his watch a thousand times louder. As if he does not deign to answer a child’s frivolous concerns–as if to rectify that one does not so simply approach a stranger like one would to a friend. Leon possessed great sentiment as any sentient being, yes, but most of such tender sincerities were only seen by those in relation to him; he has a warrior’s face anywhere else, a prince’s tone notwithstanding.        Therefore he–quite nonchalantly so, dismisses her whimsical question with one of his own: heavy, nonconforming, and even cold if you will, but of course he is not cruel, and plans to take her back from whence she came. 

    “You….where is your guardian?”

[ravenoushadows]

Their souls are trapped inside objects, is what Gretel wanted to say but she keeps herself from saying such. It was inappropriate time to even talk about her foster parents, and they stirred up such bad memories for her. Now getting a better look at him, she notes of the armor he wears–– a solider? It looked almost too regal for the older blond to be just a mere soldier. Perhaps he was someone of noble blood, because no one wore something that fancy.

She had to keep up appearances, so it was probably best she her age, or in her case, act like how she appeared to be. She frowns a bit, eyes glancing away from Leon. She moves both her hands in front of her white dress, brown shoes close together. She shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, now looking up toward the Prince. 

“They aren’t around.... anymore.” 

It wasn’t a complete lie, their corpses still remained in that shack presently. Gretel is quick to combat him with a statement of her own. “But it’s okay! Since I have my twin brother, heheh! Although, I’m not sure where he has run off to.” She decides to combat him with a question of her own, “ Can ask why you’re here all by yourself though, mister?” Children always did pry, it was apart of their curious nature so it wouldn’t hurt to ask despite not being truly interested why he was here. 

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RAVENOUSHADOWS

“–Hey! You guys’ legs are longer than mine, no fair! Wait up!”·

And so, as the glass falls from the hands of the girl in her haste to keep pace with her brother and his friend, at last does the conductor and his assistant reveal themselves from behind the curtain. A crow caws in the distance, another in response; once the laughter of the three children (one would not think that two had so recently escaped death) recedes, a familiar stillness settles o’er the land once more.·

“What horrid children.” In their wake they leave a scowl on the girl-doll’s face, twisting her porcelain features into a misshapen expression of disgust,·“Not only gluttons, but thieves, too! Can you believe that, Mär? Making off with whatever their grubby little hands could manage... It’s no wonder the brats were abandoned, aha ha ha—!” His reply, though indeed partaking in her scathing amusement, is little more than a single-noted hum, a chuckle, a sigh all in one: nothing of the delightful aside she had wanted to share with him, in any case. He is distracted, she knows immediately, or else he would have offered comment of his own; when she turns, her brow furrows again, now for bemusement than contempt, as she returns to his side.·

In his hand he holds the dropped grass, unscathed by the fall for the dewy grass beneath. Turning it just right, the glass catches the dying light of the evening quite brilliantly, its reflected red captivating him for a moment–·

Or was that something else?·

“Look, Elise.” Its spell broken, he stands, now turning to face his companion. Almost proudly does he present the glass to her, and it catches the sunset’s light again.·“A curious trinket. What use would children have for so finely-crafted a glass, do you think?” She titters in response, a tiny hand raising to her mouth as if to compensate for the shrillness of the sound,·“They are thieves, I told you. The girl will sell it on to some merchant, likely — she seems the brighter of them.” –’Would have’, he corrects her gently, for the glass is theirs now: but there is still something absent about his words, and before long his attention is back on the artefact.·

Perhaps it is only the glass catching the light for a third time, but - if only for a moment - he could have sworn he had seen a face reflected upon its surface. One not his own.

[ravenoushadows]

The Demon of Gluttony and her familiars witnessed the entire play the man from the darkness composed from within the wine glass. It was a rather unique “play”–– a young woman garbed in clothes of a nun, her face soon obscured by a feathery red and black mask. She was killed by her supposed mother; her body was disposed in a grotesque way. And then, alike he was mimicking a demon, offers the young maiden a chance at revenge.  Her liege sits poised at the long table, while an amused smile is present and a sparkle of interest in her brown eyes. Although the children took the vessel of sin–– Banica held no interest in them. I already have you two, she said to both her and her twin. To Gretel, watching the turn of events– the lost children, the old woman in the woods and burning stirred up some awful memories from the past. 

Upon ‘Gretel’ dropping the vessel, the world within the glass began to shake; portraits of the long dead shuddered while some silverware clattered, falling onto the floor. Gretel almost lost her balance while carrying a newly made dish, causing for her grit her teeth. Hänsel, unfortunately tripped over himself while this occurred. 

...But before the glass could fall to the floor, there was a sudden jerking motion the trio felt. A pale hand caught the stem before it fell.

“Oh ho, it appears we’ve caught someone’s interest.” Banica remarks, using the glass’s power to focus on the man’s face from their current position. 

“What an eerie doll he has.” Hänsel quips, exchanging a look with Gretel.

“It has a familiar air alike ‘mother’, don’t you think?” Gretel giggles to herself, which her brother agrees on. Gretel glances over toward their master, with a playful smile, “...Lord Banica, do you suppose we should communicate with him?” She watches her master give her a nod, however suggests that one of the twins communicate with him before she deems him worthy to speak with her. After a remark from her twin about being her being a better ‘voice of reason’– Gretel proceeds to open a line of connection between the vessel and him. 

“That was quite a display you’ve put on; I applaud you for your performance.” Her voice is whispered into his ears, amusement heard in her voice. Gretel wonders whether or not the marionette can hear her as well, or if he’ll wave off her voice as some sort of hallucination. 

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@ravenoushadows

     Cold back pressed against cold stone with iron-clad arms crossed before his chest, Leon stood laxed, eyes closed and chin pulled in, hidden in night’s lonesome darkness outside the Principality of Muse, Amusia, a safe haven where Hoshidians and Nohrians alike may pass without a blade to the neck, if not hopefully so. It was a small world brimming with festive lights and sounds, one which had nothing to tell of the monstrosities that raged beyond its walls. He could sense it from the outside; the assembly of all the finest entertainments in the form of dance and song, and although Leon had a preference to the quiet, he also appreciated the arts, and so could not say he would not like to witness them even from a distance, for soon he would return to a place where no musical arts flourished, where no melody sounded strong enough to quell the ire of a reluctant war. Thus to pass by a country that held its neutral reputation inspired a fanciful delight to his character, if only for a brief moment. 

      “…Heh.” 

[ravenoushadows]

We are no longer within Evillious, Lady Conchita stated to both her and her brother from within the confines of the glass. She recalls Banica cursing that ‘blasted bat’ for removing them, which the familiar suspected it was due to their interferences with the living. The Glass of Conchita–– forever filled with sparkling red wine, was picked up by an unsuspecting human, however in their drunken stupor dropped the glass not too far from the entrance of Amusia. Already wary with these turn of events, the Evil Food Eater tasked the twins to go investigate in her stead. Both she and Hänsel obliged, manifesting outside of their domain. Gretel took the opportunity to take the glass, and then ordered Hänsel to investigate the perimeter. She decided that it’d be best to work smaller – leading the children to the conclusion to look like they once were. She approaches the entrance, with the vessel of sin tucked into the pocket of her white dress only to stop to see a lone figure. Perhaps they would know? She was already a step ahead to acquiring information, making her smile. Her steps are light, not eliciting a sound; it is not long till she stands next to him, appearing next the Dark Knight as if she were a ghost..

She peeks a quick glance within, spotting the festivities currently occurring, then turns her head to look up at him.

“––Not joining in, huh mister? The activities look fun..! ” 

[ravenoushadows]

( it’s unfortunate that er has gone on an indefinite hiatus, because i really love the concept and the people I’ve met here! if someone does decide to become head mod i wouldn’t mind trying to be an assistant mod! in addition, i’m down to giving my skype away if you’d like to chat! despite it being such a short run! ;;  ) 

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@ravenoushadows

   There is a great variety of differences that wander the Central, however this realm is nothing too usual that he would think it strange for younglings to loiter around and about like the lost souls they are. The dark prince does little in response but to cast an unsympathetic eye to she who approaches. Nothing so much binds him to feel compassion in those unrelated to him, yet still, there is a lustre in those violet-red eyes to tell that his heart is not so cold as his face or gestures may express. 

     “Well? What is it that you want?”

[ravenoushadows]

There is far more freedom here than within the confines of the Glass of Conchita; no longer is she bound to it anymore. However, that meant her sibling was no longer by her side nor was her own Master. Gretel loiters around the Central Hub, searching for both of them. No longer is she in the visage of the wicked maid, instead in her former appearance before everything went to Hell. 

She happens to pass by someone, but stops–– blond hair, her blue eyes widen and her heart pounds in excitement or what would have been, if she were alive still. However, this excitement dissipates; he is not the same. Noticing she was staring at the the stranger too long (and he’s now noticed), Gretel becomes slightly embarrassed. 

It might be a long shot, but perhaps he could...

“Could you help me... help me find someone mister?” It feels weird calling him this, despite him not looking too much older than her. “I...if you aren’t busy, that is.”

[ravenoushadows]

(( ....Let’s get rollin! Capping at 3 for now. I’ll be doing short threads for now, due to being busy but if you’d like to do something longer hmu! )) 

[pandamonyum]

Meta Salmhofer, aka mama bear, and her babies uwu (better quality)

This just started as a doodle and then I got carried away and suffered

Bonus (How it was supposed to end before I got the terrible idea of drawing a background)

EDIT: the transparent picture still had a few smudges, I just edited it and changed it.

[endlessriddles]

(( hello! without a prior reservation, here is gretel from evillious chronicles! app can be found under the drop down menu on the side bar labeled Application! can't wait to drop this cutie patoot in hell ! ))

Welcome, Gretel!

You’ll be given the Demon of Gluttony, Beelzebub.You are summoned to the island of Lust, Luxuria.

Enjoy your stay.

- daddy mod