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located in The Prince's Palace, a part of Heaven Help You, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Prince's Palace

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Character Portrait: Cyris Herron Character Portrait: Ino Cense Character Portrait: Myut Character Portrait: Eris Leblanc
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【Mission: MASSIVE SUCCESS】
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【Living Dangerously】
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When the large demon showed up in the baths, Eris pretended not to notice him, continuing to check the windows, but she did make a hastier than usual exit. She had no desire to see any of her fellow prisoners naked. Not that this guy seemed to care. Right, he was a lust demon. Of course.

Back in the main room, she scanned the area, looking for something useful to do. Of course, she’d already tried her own window, but perhaps one of these windows, just one, would come open if she used enough force on it. So she clambered up onto the sill and balanced there, bent in half, with her fingers wedged under the sash. If she could just get the right angle, perhaps she could use herself as a counterweight and crack the damn thing open.

I already tried that,” a voice sounded from behind her. ”It’s stuck tight, you might have more luck trying to punch the glass, but he’s definitely thought of that already.

Startled, Eris nearly fell backwards, but managed to compose herself just enough to straighten and hop back down again. A low growl of frustration sounded in her throat as she straightened, stretching her back until a series of pops rattled up her spine. “
I don’t want to break my fist.” She replied, “I need that fist for things.

She stretched a bit more, glaring up at the large painting above the mantel. That damn prince and his smug face.

Hey... “ she said, sizing the purple demon up. She didn’t usually hang around Envies, they were stupid and annoying, but this one could be useful for now. Anyway, she needed as many allies as she could get. “Help me get the painting down, yeah? We don’t need that bastard staring down at us all the time.

The purple demon seemed to consider her suggestion, looking back and forth between her and the glowering figure above them. He brought up a valid point. They were both short. And even when he stretched up on his tip-toes, he was hardly effective at doing more than rattling the thing a little. This would require more effort than that. A true reconnaissance mission.

Help me get up there,” she ordered, rolling her pant legs up above her knees and climbing back onto the window sill. She balanced on one foot, straining to reach the painting with her finger tips. Just like the Envy, she could only barely get the painting to bump against the wall. It was very well secured. But she was not so easily swayed.

How strong are you?” she asked, eyeing Ino’s shoulder. If she could use him to step up onto the mantle, perhaps she could pull it down from there? It was only a thin ledge, but she’d done more with less before.

Ino knelt, lacing his fingers together. She’d just wanted to use him as a bridge and step across him to the mantel, but this worked too, right? And he was lucky she was too focused to pay more attention to his comment about her balance. “
I can handle myself,” she said gruffly, hopping down and planting a foot onto his clasped hands. As he lifted her up, she gripped the mantel with her fingers, then reached out and grasped a corner of the painting. Once they were high enough, she tried to climb up onto the mantel, slowly shifting her balance from his hands to her other foot. The only trouble was that the mantle wasn’t wide enough for her to fully shift her weight, and the painting was not stable enough to hold her up either, as if Abadeer himself was trying to swat her off the precipice.

Nonetheless, Eris pressed forward, slowly lifting her foot from Ino’s grasp and promptly tumbling backwards with a loud squeal, one hand still holding the painting in a death grip, somewhat suspending her over the ground, both feet not quite on the mantle’s top. Lucky for her, Ino’s instinct was to grab her back with both hands, holding her up. His placement, however, was less than...less than ideal. Though she was too busy worrying about not landing on her head to yell about the hand on her ass quite yet. Instead, she just clung to the painting in a one-handed death grip while her other arm flailed wildly, unable to find a solid surface to save herself with.

A sound from across the room quickly dragged her attention away from her predicament, however. Despite the odd angle, she managed to turn her head to look at the new arrival to the party as he leaned awkwardly against the wall.

You, come over here and help, tall boy. We’re trying to get this stupid painting off the wall.” She didn’t care what he had to say, or what Ino thought either. She just wanted to finish their mission. And it was lucky indeed that he’d shown up, because Ino’s elbows were starting to tremble, causing her to pitch and jiggle perilously above him. She gripped the painting tighter. Perhaps, if the greed demon didn’t move fast enough, it would still save her. Or maybe at least she could break it?

Thankfully, he did gingerly take over the brunt of her weight in quick order. Per his suggestion to release the painting, she slowly peeled one finger away at a time, reluctant to give up her only stable mooring. The larger demon shifted her in his grip, then just stood there for a moment, holding her like someone else’s toddler. She was about to tell him to either put her down or lift her up when he lowered her again. Right. From her previous vantage point she’d forgotten just how tall he was. Perhaps almost the perfect height.

He seemed to understand what she wanted, because without prompting, he lifted her up again, under the arms this time. Not the most comfortable grip, considering the length of his fingers and the shallow depth of her ribcage, but it was what needed to be done to get rid of the damn picture. She stretched out and managed to get a hand on either side of the portrait, but with her legs dangling free, she couldn’t get enough leverage to push up and unhook the massive piece off the wall. She squirmed hard, trying to hook a knee up onto the mantel ledge, and tenuously pushed herself up, managing to free the painting.

After a single moment, and a loud victory woop, Eris realized that she had miscalculated. The painting was, of course, almost as tall as she was. And while strong, her arms couldn’t handle the rotational force of gravity, and her yell of joy quickly turned into a different sort of shout as the painting of the prince tilted towards her uncontrollably.

eris curled up protectively, grimacing as Myut’s fingers dug into the soft meat above her hips. She tried to push it up as the larger demon shifted down, shielding her with his shoulder. Not that she needed protection. It was good to know that he was willing to put himself between her and danger, though. Good to know indeed.

Surprisingly, the painting stopped falling abruptly, balanced up on her fingers above their heads. Ino had caught the other side? She unfolded her legs, smiling widely. Perhaps these two weren’t as incompetent as she’d thought. Myut set her down, taking over holding the painting, and she darted off immediately. Time for phase two of the plan.

In short order she returned from her room, a messy satchel of paint and brushes in her arms. It was time for some good old fashioned defacement of property. The two boys were still by the fireplace, hand in hand, Ino still perched on the couch. Eris rolled her eyes. Weirdos.

Come on, stop making moon-eyes at each other,” she called out, thunking her bag onto the table and crossed back over to haul the large painting up with a loud grunt. She unsteadily carried it over to the table, where the canvas was once again unceremoniously dumped. She hummed gleefully to herself as she spread out her supplies. If there was anything that could make this day better, it would be a little bit of art therapy, right?

Myut seemed eager to help, but Ino was a little more trepidatious. Eris scoffed, amused, at Ino’s unsure words. “
Why not? He’s the one who locked us all in here with it, you can’t give a dog a bone and expect no chewing~

She spread out her supplies before settling down in one of the chairs selecting a brush and squirting out a few globes of different coloured paint on the corner of the canvass. What started out as some moderately amusing defacements to the prince’s visage, however, quickly became full on finger painting with very little encouragement from the others. Now this? This was art.

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