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❝I always did like to dance.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#a10d17 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8c8987】
|| Till The Day we Die || Pagan Fury ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#a10d17 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8c8987】
|| Till The Day we Die || Pagan Fury ||
They were going to have to get a bit more serious then. Iflet sighed, shaking her head. What a hassle, seriously. The Princess was for some reason throwing her lot in with the humans. It truly was unfathomable, yet she knew all the same that it was going to be a problem. At least they had an answer now as to why Baroness Kitra was unable to retrieve the Princess earlier this week. She looked to the side, allowing Nifa to give her tea. "I'll go give our instructions to the servants." Iflet said with a nod, allowing her brother to continue ruminating with Athena as for their next course of action. Directly under Iflet were four talented vampires who she knew were going to have a future provided they listened to her orders. They all were recent conversions, but unlike most, they had distinguished themselves with their skills.
In Iflet's servant hall her four Officers were waiting for her. She gave them a wave, and the cute one ran up to her expectantly, nuzzling her leg. "Yes yes, here's some candy for you, Sweet." Sweet's mouth curled up cutely and she bit the candy out of Iflet's pocket, unwrapping it with glee. "Show a little dignity." Alty snapped, hands in his pockets. "That's now how an Officer should act." Sweet giggled, sticking her tongue out, flaunting her adorableness in her lolita-style dress. "It's absolutely how an officer should act? Why shouldn't I get to be myself?" Alty was always such a suck up, wanting recognition. He was like a neglected dog in a way and Iflet could only enjoy his loyalty. "Lady Iflet deserves more respect than that, Sweet!" Alty looked at her with shining eyes, as if expecting praise for his kissing of her butt.
Gregore eyed her from his magazine about celebrities from a few decades ago. The magazine was still in surprisingly good condition, Gregore always took great care to preserve all of his possessions in mint condition. "If you're here to see us, Lady Iflet, does that mean there's a mission?" Julia was sitting next to him, watching him read. She was quite a unique one, being a former Tower Agent and the only one that did not resist. At first it was due to the threat of turning Viola but now she truly was a loyal servant like the other three. "Are we going to try to take the princess?" Julia asked inquisitively. "I'm not sure we're capable of that yet, Lady Iflet." Compared to Alty's glory hogging and Sweet's love for only candy and nothing else, these two were the brains of her Officers. "Yes, my Lord Brother made his proclamation. He requires that the lost Princess be returned to where she belongs."
Iflet produced some photos of choice individuals. "These four are the demi-humans. I believe we should assassinate them one by one, while they're distracted fighting the main army." She distributed the photos out, allowing each of the four to decide on their own target. "This one looks cute." Sweet said, licking her lips. "Poor thing doesn't eat nearly enough." Gregore took a photo, looking curiously at the person it depicted. "This child looks as if he's barely holding onto responsibility." He sighed, almost looking weary. Julia took a picture, staring at it silently. This target was one she was going to have to kill, if only to save her from slavery to the humans. If only she knew the humans would turn her into an abomination like that, she wouldn't have smuggled her out of the Castle. "Heh." Alty snickered. "This brat tries way too hard to look tough."
They would each be responsible for their own assassination, but Iflet knew one way or another they were probably going to have trouble. "Just remember to survive. It's better to fail and escape with your life than succeed but die, okay?" These were her valuable servants, Iflet was not going to let rabble take them away from her. "Of course." Gregore said, his voice full of conviction. "I won't let any of my comrades die." The meeting was over as quickly as it began. "Thank you." Iflet smiled, turning to leave. "Due to a certain spy we know they'll be heading to the Rhine Front soon. Gather information carefully and make your plans well." She closed the door, interested to see what would happen now.
The top of the Eiffel Tower was breathtaking. Even with the eternal winter, or perhaps because of it, Paris's skyline was remarkably beautiful. One half of the city was an urban sprawl, full of buildings and houses for people to live in, for business to run. The other half of the city, the Eastern half, was dedicated for the military to store vehicles and weapons and other supplies, as well as their troops at Vercingetorix. "It's really high up." Viola said with a grin. Dominic was admiring the view as well, finger stroking a heart shaped locket dangling from his neck as they gazed at the world around them from way up high. "Hope the elevator didn't hurt your poor tummy like last time, my adorable wife." Dominic sighed, rolling his eyes. "You probably shouldn't call her your wife like that, Vi." He chastised her, being the responsible one of the four. "I don't think Riven likes it."
Vi grinned impishly, nuzzling her partner's cheek with her own. She was very touchy with her vampire, and maybe there was something wrong with her but Viola couldn't help but see vampires as innately beautiful. There was something about them that just drew her gaze and would not pull away. "Look how cute she is. I can't help it, she's too adorable for me to resist!" She pulled Riven in for another deep hug, blushing sightly. "Isn't she supposed to be a bloodthirsty and fearsome vampire?" Dominic tried to remind her but it was clear Vi was too far gone. "Just flick her on the forehead if it bothers you, Riven." Dom offered advice to his fellow teammate. "I trained her to stay in control of her impulses with forehead flicks." It kept her from going off the rails many times during their training. "Hey, don't tell her my weakness!" Vi covered her forehead with both hands, sticking her tongue out.