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Caged: Escape to Freedom

Caged: Escape to Freedom

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There's a new building in Port Tinker (Fayland Port), a new type of museum, instead of it filled with art or objects it's filled with mythical creatures like angels and such. A crew of pirates heard about this museum, so they decided check-out the museum.

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Introduction

Introduction:
Set around the 19th century, with the steampunk theme, a small port town called Port Tinker (Fayland Port) has built a new type of museum, instead of it filled with art or objects it's filled with mythical creatures like angels and such. The people who run the museum aren't the nicest people around as they torture/harass the "displays" when the building is closed. A crew of pirates heard about this museum, so they decided to "check-out" the museum and by that I mean steal the exhibits...

History of Selvira:
(Still working on this...) Almost 2 millenniums ago, Selvira was inhabited by humans, a bunch of people who lived in peace and harmony with nature and one another. After one millennium, a group of Unworldly Beings, invaded Selvira across the seas, armed with weapons and powers that were out-of this-world. In a historic armed battle that lasted a century long, in which the Beings apparently destroyed Sejarnus with magic (resulting in the harsh environment that Sejarnus is now), the two sides fought to a standstill then made a pact of alliance.

Story:
On a bright summers day, the quiet town of Port Tinker has some exciting news to share with the world. First off, they recently change their name from Port Tinker to Fayland Port. Secondly, to celebrate this name change they built a new attraction in their little Port town, a museum of sorts. This museum is not like any other no art or artifacts. It's a place of wonder where it puts all the stories, fables, and fairy tails to rest. This museum has everything little kids dream of...or have nightmares of. There's angels and demons, mermaids, woodland spirits. All kinds of mythical creatures. The name of this wonderful and magical museum is simply Museum de Creaturis Fabulosa. Which is Latin for Museum of Mythical Creatures.

Museum de Creaturis Fabulosa has been in the making for quite some time now. A few years of just planning and designing, years of training the creatures, and a couple of years building the place. It's finally time to remind the world of what there once were roaming the lands of Selvira. Word about this unique museum gets around pretty fast, though that's not always a good thing. People all over Selvira have traveled to Fayland Port just to see this place. Once word hit Floraxian Archipelago: Pirate Islands, crews of the most fearsome pirates decided to steal and sell this mythical creatures for large sums of money. Among these pirate crews is the Blue Phoenix, a more newer pirate crew than most.

Now, the Blue Phoenix isn't the most aggressive pirate crew, they're probably one of the least violent crew that sailed the seas of Selvira. And to make themselves better known the captain, James Falcon, intends on being the first pirate crew to successfully steal mythical creatures from the museum. Seeing as all other pirate crews have either failed or found themselves locked up.

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Places in Bruhal:
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Places in Serenthails:
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Places in Fallias:
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Museum de Creaturis Fabulosa
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Places in Floraxian Archipelago: Pirate Islands
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Places in Sejarnus: Unknown Territory
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Pirate Crew
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James Falcon || Captain of the Blue Phoenix || Male || 23 || TAKEN by ZacharyTC

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Elisabeth Sinclair || First mate || Female || 20 || TAKEN by OurStars

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Kage Isiah || Mechanic Expert || Male || 18 || TAKEN by Naga's Shadow

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Maria Del Rosario Gutierrez || Crew Member || Female || 17 || TAKEN SugarPlum22

Exhibits
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Ariella || Angel || Female || Looks 19 || TAKEN by SugarPlum22

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Morrigan Alistair || Demon (Wolf) || Male || Looks 22 || TAKEN by Naga's Shadow

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Cole Sills || Mermaid || Female || Looks 17 || TAKEN by ShatteredWings22

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Ko Jun Chan || Wood Spirit || Male || Looks 17 || TAKEN by Forensic_Anthro

Parings:
Exhibit X Exhibit
Exhibit X Pirate
Pirate X Pirate

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Date: Friday, June 28th
Time: 8:00am
Weather: Morning chill



It's been a week since the Museum de Creaturis Fabulosa has opened and there have been many attempts by pirates in robbing the exhibits. Some have been captured and put in jail waiting to be hanged, others have failed and were able to escape before getting arrested. Security on the Museum has doubled and there are now on-the-clock staff members there 24/7. The Museum it two-stories, though it looks like three-stories tall. The first floor has the stairs on both sides right next to the entrance door, gift shops, food carts, and in the back is the off-limits employee's only area. The employee's only room consists of an office space, a break room, and a jail like room for when the exhibits need to be cleaned or punished. The second floor is where the exhibits are held. This area is actually two floors in one. There are exhibits hanging from the ceiling to the walls, while others are on display cases on the ground. There is an armed guard on every single exhibit in the room. The Museum had just opened, guards at the entrance door checking if any guest has any type of weapon with them.




แƒฆ Ariella แƒฆ
โค To Love is To Destroy and to Be Loved is to be The One Destroyed. โค



ImageIt was just another day of being locked up in a cage and have humans stare at you for Ariella. Usually she would ignore them for the most part, but today she was told to play a song for the guest. Aria had been sitting up on her perch swing, the only thing she was able to fly up to, thinking of a song to play and what instrument she should use. Out of the three instruments she had in the box above her, which was tired up to the top of the cage so none of the public could take it, she decided to use her violin. She was the most skilled with the violin rather than the flute or harp. Now all she needed to think of was a song.

It took her a while, but Ariella finally figured out a song to due. She stood up on the perch swing, opening the box up and taking out her white violin. She then closed the box back up and jumped down from the perch swing. Landing on the bottom of the cage light as a feather. She was wearing a white flowing dress, where the back was just low enough for her wings to come out. Though her wings were only half the size of her body, when really they were twice the size, the cage just prevents her from letting them out all the way. Her wings also let off a light lavender glow.

Once noon hit, people were all gathered around the exhibits, wooing and awing at them. Ariella took a deep breath, placing her violin on her shoulder and rested her chin on it. She lifted her bow up and began playing, as well as sing. And though she not great at dancing, she did twirl around and dance along with the song. As her cage was just big enough for her to do so.

"Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more"


Once she finished, she lowered her violin, and the crowd of people around her began cheering and chanting for her to play again. She gazed out at the crowd with eyes of sorrow. If only they knew... She flew back up to her perch swing and was about to put her violin away when her collar gave her a painful shock. Though the visitors couldn't see, her grip on the violin tighten. She jumped back down, violin in hand, and looked at the crowd. She put her violin back into position and played another song.

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Cole Sills
Image Just another miserable day for Cole, as she hid silently in the corner of the 'tank'. She felt an approaching buzz, right before it struck the water and caused her to flinch a bit. She growled under her breath, knowing the staff weren't appreciating her actions. Cole clenched her fist tightly, started to swim around and act as if she was happy.

She swam upwards, glancing at her reflection in the seemingly invincible glass, and starred in sorrow at the face starring back. All she saw was a ruined spirit, with a phony grin plastered to her face...
Not realizing she hadn't done the flip in time, she banged her head against the glass. She took a moment to realize what happened, before she sighed, and rubbed her head. The owner must have thought it was an attempt at escape, as she felt a very painfully strong shock not soon after.

"Bastards..."

She gave the crowd a pained smile, and started to swim around once more.

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ImageTo say that Morrigain, or Morgan, as most were fond of calling him, was angry, was an understatement. No, it wasn't just an understatement, it was THE understatement of the year. Or perhaps of the century. Or the entire millenium. It made no difference to him, he just knew he was downright mad. During visitor hours was the only time they took his god-forsaken collar off, so that he could shift into his demon form. Of course, he thought originally that he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of doing their bidding.

Which was when they showed him they knew his tricks already. Apparently there were hair-thin wires woven into the glass walls of his cage that gave off electricity. Even without the collar, they could still hurt him. And hurt him they did. The shock that wracked his body drove him to his knees as he snarled, the group of dim-witted morons that had been pressed up to the glass recoiling as he did so, afraid of him, of his blood-red eyes that seemed to glow as he glared at them, and his white fangs that elongated from his jaws, and the curling black smoke of his wolf-like shadow demon body as he shifted. He paced his cage afterwards, while hating himself for doing what his captors wanting, he also relished the few sweet hours he had in his true form.

His senses were much better now, and even through the glass, he could hear her singing. The first name he thought was Reena..., and then he shook his head vehemently. Reena was dead, long ago he had lost her. The one singing wasn't Reena, but it was still an Angel...Ariella. So they're making her sing today. He tossed his head, and resumed his pacing, giving the occasional snarl, snap, or lunge at the onlooker who pressed up against the glass making faces or yelling at him. His temper was worse than he could remember it being in a while, and he ran a red tounge over milk-white fangs. His captors would bring him his food soon, and woe to the one sent to feed him. He would have fresh meat tonight, and he knew they overlooked the loss of staff every now and again. If only the cureator of the museum would come...Morgan would relish the chance to sink his fangs into his plump neck. Just the thought of him made him snarl. Suddenly he stopped.

His ears pricked in the direction of Ariella's cage. She was playing a different song, and she was no longer singing. It was a fast-tempo song, but it was sad, almost unbearably so. Flashes of memories he thought he'd long buried suddenly came up to the surface of his mind.

A young woman with firey-red hair, emerald-green eyes, and wings the color of rubies extended a hand towards him as he lay in the mud.

She was being dragged away, screaming, and reached for her. He was kicked in the ribs, and he lost conciousness.

The smell of smoke and the sound of her screams woke him. He looked up to see the red-haired girl being burned alive. Her green eyes held his own as he couldn't look away. Even after the embers had gone cold, he sat their still, staring at them with a dead look in his eyes.

He was walking now, with no goal in mind, and all he could think was one name. Reena.


Back in the present, Morgan sat down on his haunches and howled. It was a long, low, and erie, ear-splitting howl. It sounded heartbroken. the visitors around his cage covered their ears and backed away, some of them shreiking themselves. The howl even cracked the glass of his cage. But it cut off as it became a scream. They had put his cage to work, shocking him. This time, however, it was so bad that it knocked him out, forcing him to revert back to his human form. He lay there writhing, and screaming in agony, until he finally lost all conciousness. There were murmers in the crowd around his glass prison, most of them of disapproval and disappointment, until a large black curtain came down, covering his cage and blocking him from the public eye. The crowd dispersed, heading off in different directions to look at the other prisoners in their cages.

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Ko Jun Chan, or Ko as he was more commonly called, was sprawled across the smooth glass floor of his prison. Rolling over to get away from the portion he had warmed up, the Wood Spirit found himself on his back staring straight up at the ceiling and, well, his reflection. Flinching as he saw the crystal-clear doppelganger staring back at him, he reached a gloved hand to his neck and, with a wince, gingerly shifted the wooden collar around his neck.

Ko could tell that the people around his cage were not interested in his idleness. Although he could not see them, he still knew. Feeling the heat of the floor beneath him suddenly spike, he was on his feet in a flash. Hearing the sudden murmurs of attention from people on the other side of the glass as well as the familiar sound of Ariella playing a song, he began to dance. To describe the movements would be near impossible for humans, and any attempt to learn or replicate the dance would be futile. The routine was the only true Wood Spirit dance that Ko could bear to show to the outsiders surrounding his mirrored prison. Any others that he did were made up on the spot. Among the words that Ko could catch through the muffling effects of the glass, he heard such words as "elegant" or "wild." They were the same adjectives he heard every time he was made to dance. He could only imagine what they would say if he really put his soul into the movements instead of just dancing along like a puppet on a string.

By the time Ariella's song ended, Ko was dizzy from spinning and the dozens of reflections that continued to stare back at him. Dropping down into a sitting position, he closed his eyes and breathed deep. He was nauseous from it all. The forced dances, the people, the fear of everything around him, and especially the fact that he hadn't been permitted to actually see another living being since he had arrived. Sure, he'd been allowed to talk to people, but whenever he was allowed out of his prison or someone was let in, Ko was always blindfolded as a precautionary measure. They knew that he would use his powers to kill them if he was given the opportunity.

Ko's stomach rumbled as he thought of getting his hands on the souls of one of his captors. He had been nearly starved of the life-filled substance since he had been captured. They had discovered that without it he was weaker; his wakq abilities didn't seem as intimidating to them when he was practically begging them for scraps.

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แƒฆ Ariella แƒฆ
โค To Love is To Destroy and to Be Loved is to be The One Destroyed. โค



ImageAfter playing two more songs on her violin, Ariella flew up to her swing, putting her violin back inside the box. She then took a seat on the dangling swing, looking out at all the others trapped. There was Cole, swimming around her tank pretending to be happy like the rest of them had to do. Hearing a loud howl, then a agonizing scream, she turning her attention to another. It was Morrigain, or what most people call him Morgan, who seemed to have gotten shocked pretty bad as he pass out, seeing a thick black curtain came down and covered his glass cage. Poor Morrigain. Though he's a demon. He doesn't deserve this. None of us do... She sighed, no longer knowing what he was doing. She looked to Ko's prison, who seemed to be starving. There were pros and cons to his cage. Pro, he couldn't see anyone outside of it. Con, he had to stare at himself all the time. She shook her head, there were no pros to being locked up all the time.

Seeing Ko look hungry, made Aria feeling rather famished too. When were the staff suppose to feed them? No one came in the morning like they usually do. Thinking that there's nothing she could do about it, she folded her hand together lifting them up. She rested her thumbs on her nose, closed her eyes, and whispered "O Lord. Bless us trapped souls with nutrients to keep us stay strong and to help us to keep going." This was just a little prayer she made up on the spot, as she whispered, her wings glowed a low dark purple. But it seemed like the staff thought it was something else. She felt her collar beginning to buzz. Her eyes shot open and she lowered her hands, but it was too late. The collar shocked 20 Amps of voltage into her body, which would kill a human being, but since she isn't human she wouldn't die from it.

Ariella gripped the collar and let out a loud excruciating scream, causing her to fall backwards off the swing and slam on to the bottom of the cage. The shock only lasted seconds after she hit the bottom. She curled into a little ball, her eyes closed. She didn't dare open them to see the disgusting humans look at her. Why isn't He helping her. She was His creation, His daughter, and He isn't doing a damn thing for her.

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Cole Sills
Image Cole could hear a sudden howl, not long turning into a horrifying scream. She cocked her head in the direction of where it had came, and got to the conclusion that it must have been Morrigain, or Morgan. Not long after, there was a loud scream. It sounded as it had came from Ariella, and Cole couldn't help but feel no sudden surprise whatsoever, at either of the screams.

I'd do anything to get out of this cage...

She thought, flipping her tail fin violently. She saw a couple heads turn back to her, and immediately they were stuck on the fins which Cole was sure would burst into pieces from all the times she flicked it around so roughly. She wanted to hiss at them, swim away, somehow finding herself back in the ocean. But even she knew that was too much of a miracle to happen...She could always imagine, though. The waves, the exploration, and of course the freedom. Her tail started to fade to a gray color, as she started to wander back into the past.

Cole could hear her screaming, as she tried as hard as she could to help her sister escape from the net...

No!


Cole snapped back into reality as fast as she could. She wasn't going to let herself fall back into the depths of depression, making her life even more miserable as it possibly could be.

Cole swam around again, still with that trapped feeling, as the water didn't move, but stay perfectly still, stuck, imprisoned.

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It was early in the morning when Rosy first woke up, a small smile on her lips as she stretched out her arms, hearing the waves lapping at the side of the ship, the sound of people working at the port faint from where they were docked. She quickly rose from her bed, going to change from her night gown she wore to bed to her usual attire, making sure to slip the dagger into it's holder. Before anything else, Rosy went to scrubbing the deck. While most wouldn't like the task, the girl found comfort in pushing and pulling the brush across the deck as the boat swayed underneath her. It wasn't even too boring, if anything it grew to be comforting, a stable thing that never seemed to change on her.

After an hour or so she was finally finished, standing back to wipe the sweat from her brow as she admired her work with a wide smile. She put away the brush and bucket, now that her morning chore was done she did have a little time to herself seeing as she saw no one else on deck. Rosy opted on leaning against the railing of the ship, watching the calming waves of the blue ocean. Hopefully it wouldn't be long before another member of the crew wandered onto the deck with her, if only to give her something to do, if not someone to talk to. She turned, now leaning back against the railing, looking towards the other side of the ship, along with a nice view of the port. Rosy pondered for a moment, if she was so bored, by didn't she go down to the port herself to entertain herself? "Wait that's right, I have no defensive skills..." She muttered, "I can hardly handle a simple dagger." Rosy thought out loud, sighing. She wondered if she would ever be as experienced as Elisabeth. Or as brave as Captain James. Even Kage could teach her a few things about sword fighting! Rosy looked out onto the port, shaking her head, she would learn eventually, she could go out onto the port anytime she wanted. No need to be scared. "Right," She thought out loud again, "I'm choosing not to go right now!" She reasoned, nodding to herself, turning her gaze back to the endless ocean.

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(wrong place. Sorry about that.)

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James woke up from a dream where he met his brother, and not in a friendly manner. The dream did not make sense to him, considering the two siblings got along well in the past, before he became a pirate. Regardless, he had this dream for a while, now. The Captain wondered if this dream kept coming for a reason. This was not the time to dwell on it, though. He had to focus on finding a way to grab a hold of the exhibits, with no time to waist.

Waiting until he had everyone on deck, he relayed the pre-theft plan: everyone would go in disguise, leaving their weapons behind so that when the museum's security searches them, they would not find those items. It was a gamble, he realized this would not be like other guards they went passed. Those were top-notch security they were dealing with. The purpose for this part of the plan was simple: learn as much about the exhibits and the building as possible, so to come up with a solution to whatever obstacles there may be. For this, thoroughness was necessary.

James decided to go in disguise as a preacher visiting the Museum and went inside the building. He took in the details of how the guards were patrolling while pretending to be casually looking around. Soon enough, he eyes were set upon an angel who had just completed a song. Aren't these men and women who run the place worried her companions from the heavens will come looking for her? Keeping a holy messenger captive is kind of dangerous under certain circumstances. Then again, there are times when someone opposing God may look like an Angel, yet is not. I'll just have to be careful while speaking to this one after the success of the operation of taking her along with other supernatural beings. If she is for real, I will eventually release her.

Looking around for a member of staff to talk to, he found one and said, "Pardon me, sir, but what be the name of this angel?"

The guard glanced over to where James was pointing. "Oh. Her? I believe her name is Ariella."

Show time. Curtains open, begin act. "Well, not to sound in any way disrespectful to this museum, but why would a man or woman decide to capture and hold hostage one of God's messengers, knowing full well it could invite his wrath?"

The guard simply laughed. "Few people get to see one of these beauties up close or in action. by putting them on display, the world can know what a supernatural being does and plenty more."

James shook his head. "I doubt any such being is truly enjoying this, despite appearances." The guard became hesitant in how to respond, since most visitors do not typically question what goes in behind the scenes. This made James grin slightly while looking in the man's direction. Got him where I want him. "You hesitate to answer, I see. What, then, is making them display such a deceitful act?"

The Guard hesitates, again. After another moment, he clears his throat and whispers the answer so nobody else could hear. What James heard made him go wide eyed and nearly fall backwards, though he recovered in time so that was not the case. They're using the collars on their necks to torture them into the museum's bidding, and some are remote controlled? That would explain a lot. If my crew can find the keys and a manual to each collar, I can look into taking those off of them, when the time is right. I only hope we can pull it off.

The guard then laughed nervously. "But... you didn't hear it from me, okay? I don't want to lose this job." Witht hat, the man left.

James, while having his eyes face the ground, clenched his fist at the thought of what was revealed to him. It gave him another reason to take some of the supernatural beings away from the museum. Those bastards will not keep this angel for long. I swear, I will make sure of that. I will take her to the Blue Phoenix, assure her I mean no harm through my actions, then finally free her when it is time. I cannot tolerate this outrage against her. Even as he paced around to glance around at the rest of the section of the museum he was in, anyone could tell he had a fervent rage building up inside him at what was going on. Even the 'exhibits' could see it in his eyes; James would not let them go through such torture for eternity.

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Following her usual routine, Elisabeth Sinclair had been up for hours before the captain had called members of the crew over to explain the plan for scouting out the museum, the legends of which had tempted this crew into the harbor in hopes of doing what no other ship had succeeded in doing- stealing away with the living exhibits of the museum. The girl tends to rise with the sun in order to practice with her sword and make sure that everything is going well with the ship- someone has to, as Captain Falcon does not rise nearly as early as his first mate does. Along with everyone else, she had assembled to hear a plan she already knew about- being first mate, it's only natural that she should have had a glimpse of today's schedule already, after all. Elise crosses deceptively strong arms whilst he goes over the plan. Years of work have tanned her arms and made them strong and hard, just as they had calloused her hands and given her the experience to keep her cool in most situations- most really being the key word, unfortunately.

As always, Elise feels naked without her blades on her, but knows that she must leave them behind in order to sneak by undetected when she goes to scope out the premises. Thus, she carefully hides her precious swords and daggers away in her room, sharpened to perfection so that they cut ropes like butter. Elise's blades are some of the best cared for on the ship, because they serve her well and so she sees fit to return the favor to her old friends. Just as the rest of the crew does, she puts on the clothing of a different person- always an aggravating task for the girl, who dislikes wearing the skirts that are commonplace for the women of the land. For a moment, she considers saving herself the trouble and disguising as a man. She's not a little girl who can easily feign being a girlish looking boy anymore, though, and would likely be discovered in the act. So, she reluctantly dresses in a simple dress and combs her hair back before leaving the ship with the rest of the crew.

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A young woman, dressed to look of moderate wealth, walks casually about the facilities, pausing here and there as any normal visitor to this place might. Whereas she typically walks in silence, with a fierce look about her, Elise now has recomposed herself to make a bit of noise in her steps, and has relaxed her expression to the best of her ability, though the spark in her eyes cannot be completely removed, something hard-earned over her years- both on land and on sea. She stops before the cage that indicates it's resident to be a Wood Spirit- that resident currently dancing for the fascinated eyes of the crowd. She must stop herself from scowling at the spectacle- the young man, his face giving the appearance of hardly more than a boy, drops to a sitting position as soon as the dance has completed, looking sick.

Not that she can blame him, or any of these trapped creatures- if Elise was trapped in a place such as this, she would be in utter agony. Away from the open sky, the smell of salt water, and the freedom which she had worked hard to earn? That is a certain sort of hell, surely. When a few people begin calling to the boy to dance again, demanding he do so, she frowns and turns away, not wanting to watch this sickening scene any longer. "Distasteful," she mutters quietly, making sure that those around her can hear and, perhaps, reflect on their actions. Well, she's too cynical to hope for something like that to happen, to be honest.

The woman moves on to a tank of water, holding a mermaid within it's constraints. This is just as pitiful a creature- accustomed to the expansive ocean and then placed in a painfully small shadow of what she is likely used to. Elise watches her swim about, not looking up when she notices James walking past her, likely examining the rest of the exhibits. She makes no indication of recognition towards him at all, of course. Instead, she notices a guard making rounds and mentally notes the pattern, wondering how it changes for the night time.

Elise does not gather her information through speaking, but by observing and eavesdropping. She doesn't want to speak to people who work in this terrible place, and yet seem to feel nothing against it. She observes the mermaid for a little bit longer before continuing on, wanting to look at each exhibit. Next she finds herself, based on the direction he had come from earlier, where James once was- in front of the Angel and Demon, whose exhibits are rather near to each other. Elisabeth is not a religious person, really- that is to say, she believes, but that doesn't mean she has to like religion. Perhaps because she finds the hypocrisy in many of the 'Christians' so distasteful- hypocrisy she'd seen enough of growing up in a brothel, and then working with pirates.

While her expression remains passive, Elise's eyes betray sharp focus as she looks over the two, taking into mind all of the details of the cages. Kage will need to look over them and decide the best way to take them apart, she decides, knowing the younger crewmate to be gifted in mechanics and other such things.

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It wasn't long before the rest of the crew had joined on the deck, James explaining what they would be doing, going in disguises to check out the place before anything else. She listened to James with a wide smile, fidgeting from excitement. It might have been because she was a relativity new pirate but the girl always got excited whenever they were to go sneak in somewhere or fight or, in this case, go out in disguise. Rosy was a little wary herself about leaving behind her one form of protection, but normally Captain new what was best, so she left her dagger in her dresser as she changed into something that would allow her to blend in with the crowd. As she looked down at the dress she wore she couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her as she twirled around. When she left the ship with the rest of the crew, Rosy preoccupied herself with combing her fingers trough her hair.




After making sure that she wasn't trailing too far behind or too close to the others, Rosy finally made it into the museum. All excitement she felt dropped into the pit of her stomach like a cinder block as she saw the 'exhibits'. They were trapped, being treated like animals in a zoo. Rosy clenched her jaw, eyebrow's furrowing in discontent. And she didn't really realize what she was doing until a man stopped her, "Excuse me miss? Are you upset about something?" The first panicked thought that ran through her mind was 'Crap, he knows, he knows!' But as she looked but at the man she gave a sheepish smile, "Oh, no, no... Well, yes, I mean, my brother was being rude to me and he called me a pig!" Rosy paused, wiping her eyes a little, "I was just trying to enjoy my day and he called me that! Do you think I'm a pig?" She looked up to the man, fake tears filling her eyes as she looked to the man who was struggling slightly for an answer, "No, of course not! You are a very pretty girl!" Rosy smiled to the man, easily wiping away her tears, not quite sure what else to do. "Well, enjoy your day!" was all she said as she quickly walked away, leaving behind a rather confused man.

That reminded her, she really should veil her true emotions better. When she stopped walking, finally assured that the man was not coming after her, she was in front of the cage of the Wood Spirit. Despite her feelings of the cages she really couldn't help but look in awe at his dance. Her mouth hung open and her eyes lit up like those of a child. Rosy instantly felt a pang of concern as he fell to the floor right after his dance. He seemed exhausted. She stood there, staring at the Wood Spirit as some of the other visitors began making there way to the other supernaturals' cages. Rosy stared intently, raising her hand and resting it against the cool glass of the cage, actually really tempted to tap the glass to see if he would acknowledge her.

Rosy didn't even notice the security guard that came up to her, grasping her wrist in a tight grip, pulling it back, as a gruff voice spoke, "Miss, there's no touching the cages." The girl couldn't help but let out a short shriek at the sudden appearance of the man, some heads turning their way. As she turned to the man she blushed deeply, "I'm sorry." she quickly said, trying to subtly pull her hand out of his grasp. The security sighed, "Just don't let it happen again, okay miss?" Rosy quickly nodded, thoroughly embarrassed. She wandered away from the Wood Spirit, towards the angel, bypassing the demon and mermaid. Her mother had told her more than enough stories to make her want to keep her distance from those two. Rosy was always warned by her mother not to go too far out into the sea or a mermaid would drag you down and drown you, and that if she did anything bad that demons would go after her. Oh but she had always heard good stories about angels. But the girl couldn't quite see the angel as the other visitors stood in her way. Rather than go look at the other exhibits, she opted for wandering around, avoiding those supernatural beings that scared her.

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ImageAfter about a good half hour of laying on the floor, Ariella felt an oncoming buzz from the collar. That instantly made her shoot up to her swing, gripping one of the poles that kept the swing up. The buzzing seemed to lessen, then went away. Good. If she had gotten another shock as bad as the last one, she would of passed out for sure. As she was standing, she felt something trickle down her throat. Raising her hand to her collarbone, she withdrew her hand and saw that her fingertips were wet with blood. Crap. If she were to get another white dress stained, she'd have it. Opening up her box, she moved her instruments around, finding four different cloths. One of each of her three instruments and the fourth one for such occasions. It was a red spattered white cloth, used for only stopping herself from bleeding on her clothes. She had no idea why the staff insisted that she wears white.

Once the bleeding subsided, Aria put the cloth back into the box and took a seat on her swing. She huffed, crossing her slender arms over she chest and decided to just people watch. After all, there wasn't much to do. She had the choice of singing, playing one of her instruments, dancing (which honestly she is horrible at), or watch people up on her swing. She already sang, danced, and played her violin. Her only other choice was to sit quietly on her swing so everyone can 'admire' her. While she watched the stuck-up pricks who entered the second floor and would stare at each of the cages for a time being then move onto the next. What really caught the girl's attention was three, maybe four, people. They all arrived at different times, but when each one came in, she could tell that they weren't like most of the humans here. They had a rather strange aura about them. Most people Aria could sense that they're arrogant and selfish, while these four humans had a more virtuous aura.

The first person with the aura walked in and went straight to the Angel's cage. It was a slightly abnormal looking man, not as classy as the other humans. He was talking to one of the guards. She really didn't pay any attention to what they were talking about until she heard her name being mentioned. She jumped off her swing, landing on the bottom of the cage as light as a feather. She leaned forwards to listen, all she got was something to do with God's messengers and His wrath, she didn't get all of it because the guards laughed and caused her to take a step back. Now the guard was saying something about people getting to see these beauties and by putting them on display, the world can know about them.

Hearing this made Ariella glare at the guard, then the strange man said "I doubt any such being is truly enjoying this, despite appearances." There was a short pause before he spoke again "You hesitate to answer, I see. What, then, is making them display such a deceitful act?" Ah, so this is why the Angel had sensed some good in him. The guard them had whispered something to the man, but it was too quiet to hear. Once that was said, the guard left and soon after the man did as well. He seemed to be quite mad for some reason, maybe it was what the guard had whispered to him?

The next one was a woman, she was standing over at Ko's mirror prison for a while before coming over to Aria's cage. She couldn't tell why she had detected this peculiar from this woman, but if she was anything like the man from before, than she knew that there were some humans who knew right from wrong. The woman seemed to be very focused on two cages. Ariella's and Morrigain's, which sort of made sense, since they were the complete opposite of each other. A demon and an angel, trapped in a cage just a few feet away from each other.

The Last person Aria could identify was a rather young looking girl, who seemed quite discontent from the moment she walked in. A man had came up to her and they chatted for a bit, before the girl strolled off. The first thing the girl did was stop by Ko's prison, watching him dance around. She appeared to be memorized by Ko, until one of the guards came up to her and grasped her wrist. Oh, looks like she got into trouble.
Once the girl was free from the guard's hold, she wandered off, passing Morrigain and Cole like they weren't there. When she reached Aria's cage, it looked as if the girl couldn't see her as there were many others in front of her. Within minutes, the girl roamed around.

There was a fourth, but it seemed like Ariella couldn't detect who it was. She shrugged, flying back up to her swing. She was growing tiresome and very hungry. She wished the museum would close soon so she could get something to eat and go to sleep afterwards.

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ImageWhile Morgan lay unconcious on the flood of his cage, his mind slowly reached out, touching the minds of others in the museum. He was looking for one in particular. He had sensed the four of them come in, all at different times, yet they were all connected in a way, as their intentions were not as the others were. They weren't here to just leer at the creatures in the cages. He found the one he was loking for, and silently probed it, seeking information. He was amused by what he found. Without much warning, he spoke in the mind of Captian James.

"So...you and your pack of miscreants plan on breaking us out of here, do you? Tell me...do you even know what it means to make a deal with a Demon? Or how to transport a mermaid, or a Wood Spirit? I won't even try to explain the angel. But if you are to succeed, you'll need my help...Captain." There was a pause. "I'm in the cage that's covered, at present. Do not act surprised that you can hear me. I would prefer this stay a private conversation."

The man had an instant of surprise flash across his face, but kept his composure rather well, Morgan thought. A few things ran through the man's mind that Morgan glanced over. He also appeared to be looking around, and stopped when his eyes fell on the covered cage. He also thought, clearly towards Morgan, "Well, there is not much else to do that I know of but listen, but I have a feeling there is a catch to all this, especially the 'Deal' part. Either way, I'll listen."

Morgan laughed, a deep, throaty growl. "You're a smart man. Though like most, you misunderstand demons and their deals. A catch? I suppose. Truth be told I want nothing more than out of this cage, and to tear out the throat of the man who imprisoned me and my kind, and send him to mine own realm, the ninth circle of Hell." There was another pause, and a low growl. "But so long as this cage is sealed, I'm stuck here. All I need is a crack. Do that, and I will help you free the others. All I ask is you crack the glass, and leave the museum's owner to me."

"I suppose you deserve to know my name. Most call me Morrigain, or Morgan, but my true name, as the Lord of the ninth circle, is Asmodeus. You may call me Morgan, if you wish, or even Demon, I know many that prefer that. I do not harm people needlessly, and any demon that I summon is under my control. I can gaurentee the saftey of you and your crew, as well as the saftey of the others in the cages, so long as you free me first."


An image of a red-eyed wolf of shadows and darkness flashed through the captian's mind before there was more speaking.

"What say you, Captian? Do we have an accord?"

James listened and considered the other possibilities. Analyzing the drawbacks and benefits, he realized there were risks in every possibility. What Morrgain was proposing was a gamble, and he never condoned a needless death, yet his need to liberate the supernatural beings from their torment outweighed all else.

In the end, he said, "All right, it's a plan and deal. I shall let the crew know to let you out first, tonight, when not many people are out and about in the building, aside from staff. I'll be the one to crack the glass. Once that is out of the way, and you do what you say you got to do, we can sneak out with the rest of the supernatural folk to the Blue Phoenix. Kage is an excpert with machinery. He can find a way to get the collars off once everyone is on board."

Morgan laughed once more. "Very well, then, Captain. I shall await your arrival. And I expect you to keep your end of the bargain." The end was laced with the scent of threat, so to speak, yet it was not malicious. Morgan withdrew his mind from the ship captain's, and sought out the other three. They wouldn't hear anything, as he wouldn't speak to them, but they would feel something slightly odd, like they were being watched. The demon withdrew into his own mind, relaying the information to his human half, who was slowly coming to.

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Date: Friday, June 28th
Time: 9:00pm
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The nine o'clock bell rang throughout Fayland Port. The Museum de Creaturis Fabulosa was closing, guards ushering visitors out. The night staff members were just arriving. There were a few staff members on the first floor, picking up trash and whatnot. While the rest were on the second floor, letting the exhibits out one by one. Of course the exhibits still had their collars on, with a leash, and also their arms and legs were shackled together. Some of the collars, depending on who the exhibit was, were enhanced so if the exhibit tried to use even the tiniest amount of power they'd be shocked with an intense electrical charge. A group of five staff members would take one exhibit down stairs to the 'employee's only' room, where they were bathed, while their cages were being cleaned out. When they got back to their cages, they would be feed. Once it was ten at night, it was lights out for the exhibits. But guards would be standing watch and patrolling the perimeter of the inside and out of the Museum.

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Image Cole always had mixed feelings at closing time. She could finally take off that stupid smile, but she would have to mourn the next day, where it would happen all over again. Her thoughts were interrupted by a human's voice.
"It's closing time."
She scowled quietly.
I think I'm smart enough to know that,
She thought.
The employee had gotten a small step ladder, and grabbed Cole by the tail. He pulled her out of the tank, and quickly shoved her into the temporary tank, of which she was put in when they cleaned the other.
Soon she was back in her own tank, being tossed nothing but a mere dead raw fish. This always made Cole furious, the fact they assumed she liked fish...She actually hated fish, and would eat anything else than this...this...mess. Cole starred at the fish for a moment. She didn't have to eat this...maybe she could starve herself? She would do anything to get out of this godforsaken tank.
Cole nodded silently to herself, and tossed the fish aside. She glanced outside of the cage once again, acknowledging a voice once again, that made her want to punch the glass of the tank.
"Lights out..."
She ignored the sentence, and started to hum to herself. She knew she wouldn't get caught; since she was surrounded by water you could barely hear her. If you could, it was just muffled words, that really just sounded like a quiet hum echoing throughout the museum.

Cole's humming soon turned into singing.

"Please, please, forgive me
But I won't be home again
Maybe someday you'll look up
And barely conscious, you'll say to no one
Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence, I know
You forgot me long ago
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice
You won't try for me, not now
Though I'd die to know you love me
I'm all alone
Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please, forgive me
But I won't be home again
I know what you do to yourself
I breathe deep and cry out
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice
You won't try for me, not now
Though I'd die to know you love me
I'm all alone
Isn't someone missing me?

And if I bleed, I'll bleed
Knowing you don't care
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something

Even though I'm the sacrifice
You won't try for me, not now
Though I'd die to know you love me
I'm all alone
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"


She sang the song over and over again.

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โค To Love is To Destroy and to Be Loved is to be The One Destroyed. โค



ImageAriella was slightly glad that is was closing time, no more pretending to like being locked up all the time. One of the guards came to her cage with a group of five night staff workers. The guard unlocked the cages and said "Time to get washed. Get out now." He had a rough voice, opening the cage door and attaching the leash to Aria's collar.

She was the fifth one to be taken out of her cage to get washed. She was one of the few that didn't have her collar enhanced, because the Museum knew she wouldn't try anything. As they were heading down the stairs, Aria was daydreaming of flying once again, staring out the large three story window. The weather look so nice. Perfect for flying at night. But those days are over. The staff member holding the Angel's leash yanked hard, chocking her back to reality. They were now going into the 'employee's only' room, locking the door behind them when they entered.

This was probably one of the worst parts of the day, besides getting shocked for doing something unacceptable. Ariella hated getting bathed, at least by other people. Shoe would be fine if they let her do it herself, but nope. She tired to let her mind go blank, ignoring those around her, knowing what to do already. Luckily, this time the five staff members were girls, so she felt a little less uncomfortable having them wash her.

"I got it." Aria said, reaching up to the bow on her left shoulder and untying it as the bow was the only thing keeping the dress on her, before one of the staff members did it. Her dress fell to the floor instantly. She let her wings glowed a slightly brighter dark purple, as they tucked back into her shoulder blades. She did not like anyone touching her wings.

There was a large, and deep, tin basin in front of Ariella. Where was steam coming out of it, indicating that the water was hot. Ah. At least it's going to be a hot bath. She thought, walking up to the basin she noticed it was only one third full. She then stepping into the water, feeling a little uncomfortable being exposed and all, but the water actually felt pretty nice. Two of the five night staff members had sponges with soap and began scrubbing the Angel clean. One of the staff put shampoo in Ariella's hair and scrubbed it into her hair. After all that, they poured cold water on her to get the soap off. When the water touched her, she shivered. Of course. I knew this wasn't going to be a relaxing bath. She sighed, as the three staff members washed the soap out.

"We're done. Here's a robe. You'll get something to wear tomorrow." One of the staff handed her a white robe, which Aria put on and tied the belt around her waist. The five staff members lead her back up stairs and back into her cage. Once in her cage, the Angel growled under her breath. She hated clothes that covered her back. Now she can't unfurl her wings. It would of been nice to at least have small slits in the back where her shoulder blades were.

A few minutes later a staff member can up to her cage with some bread, water, and what looked like a bowl of soup. Ariella didn't want to question if that was really soup. She was too hungry to even care. Dipping the bread into the soup, she took a bite out of it. It didn't taste that weird. Though she really didn't need to eat, angels don't usually get hungry. Maybe it was just because she's been on Earth too long and started to act more humanly.

Once she was done eating it was about ten at night. "Lights out." A voice echoed throughout the room, then turned off the lights. Stretching, Aria laid down on the bottom of her cage and curled up in a little ball. She wasn't that tired, but her eyelids felt heavy and then they closed. Soon she fell asleep, dreaming of flying once again, being the free spirit she was suppose to be.

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After having been made to dance several more times throughout the course of the day, Ko was relieved to hear that the museum was closing for the night. Within ten minutes or so, a slot in the cage was opened and a blindfold was tossed in. Sluggishly reaching for the thick fabric, he knotted it over his eyes and stood up unsteadily. Hearing the prison door slide open, he stood stark still as he felt the tip of a taser touch his back threateningly as a leash was attached to his collar.

The trip to the elevator and the bath was precarious as usual; being blindfolded, Ko couldn't keep his balance as easily. When he finally reached the bath, he sighed as he stripped and stumbled into the water. The taser was still poised against his skin threateningly in case the Wood Spirit tried anything. Prior experience told Ko that they wouldn't hesitate to shock him if he rose their suspicions in the least. The nightly bathings were always a test to his patience and concentration; he had to be careful not to let his powers harm any of the employees touching him lest he be shocked.

After a fast, rough scrubbing, his hair and horns were quickly washed and then he was directed out of the water, dried, and dressed in an outfit nearly identical to the prior one. For a moment he luxuriated in the fresh, soft fabric before he was tugged along back up to his cage. Stumbling inside, he sat down impatiently until he heard a plate of food slide into the cage. Tearing off the blindfold, he chucked it back over to the corner by the door and dug into the bread and soup. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was better than starving to death. By the time he finished off his food and drink, he was yawning. Snuggling against one of the glass walls, he heard someone call lights out, and that's about as long as he was awake for.

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From on the deck of the Blue Phoenix, James could see the lights to the museum were out, meaning it was perfect for the plan to execute. He just needed to inform the crew of what to do. A promise is a promise, after all. In order for any of the other supernatural beings to be liberated, he had to be the one to break the glass to Morrigain's cell. He could not trust anyone else to do it, not even Elise. It was only fair that he bare the brunt of whatever trap lay ahead, if any. He was not called "Crazy Falcon" without a good reason, and he was used to that nickname, by now, often saying that if he were not at least somewhat insane, many of his plans would not have worked so well in the past.

With all the crew members on deck, he finally gave details on the scenario to them, which went as follows:

"All right, everyone is accounted for, so here's the plan: A demon named Morrigain says he knows how to get the others out of the museum, but the catch is, he asks that he be freed first. It is a gamble, but it is a risk we will have to take. As you all know, by now, I am not one to sit on the sidelines. As such, I will be the one to crack the glass to his cell. Nobody heads to the others until I give the signal saying it is okay to come down. I have pickpocketed a map to the museum from one of the more drunk guards, which shows that we can sneak in through the ventilation. Getting out with the supernaturals will be no small feat. There will most likely be guards patrolling the area, inside and out of the building. The direct approach would have us killed for certain, so either keep your distance from them, or silently knock them out then get the heck out of dodge before they spot you. All the guards must be taken care of, or diverted elsewhere before we do anything else. Morrigain could provide the distraction we need, should all else fail. If he can do what he boasts about, things could either run smoothly or go terribly wrong. Again, it is a gamble, but we have no choice on the matter.

Elise, you and Maria handle the guards that are outside. Maria will provide the distraction you need to catch them offguard and take 'em down in in isolated area. Kage, you're coming with me inside the building. I could use your mechanical expertise to deal with the cages holding the supernatural folk. Wait until I crack the demon's cell and give the signal before you come in and handle the other cages. Approach only those that are left unattended until every guard in the building is knocked out cold. I'll keep them busy trying to find me." Once he made everyone aware of the signals he would give for certain situations, he concluded with, "Okay, once we're all ready, let's move out."

James hated bringing his pistol, saber, and rifle along, yet if anything were to go wrong due to Morrigain going back on his word, resulting in the crew going down, the Captain resolved to take him with them. He merely hoped it would not be the case. While Maria and Elise dealt with the guards outside, James stealthily entered the ventilation system, making sure Kage followed close behind. The Captain knew where to go and silently opened the ventilation shaft in front, where the intended destination was. In plain view were the cages to both Ariella and Morrigain. The hard part: diverting the guards away from that area.

His firearms would make far too much noise if used, which would give away his position. Instead, he resorted to a device he found on the ship earlier which was remote controlled. Using the controls, he levitated the small crystal ball to where the guards were, then turned the lights inside on which gave the illusion of a supernatural element. The deception was made complete with ghostly sounds to scare the guards like crazy. James decided to have a little fun with it by making the deceptive crystal ball chase those men until they've been tired out to where they would not be a problem if they tried anything. After that, he had stay in levitation somewhere away from the ventilation shaft.

Setting the remote down in the ventilation, James proceeded to quietly land between Ariella and Morrigain. No tricks, now, buddy. Any sudden moves that threaten to bring my crew down, and I'll be taking you with us. Do not make the mistake of thinking I would not proceed with vengeance against a supernatural if he or she harms anyone I care about. Those thoughts in mind, James brought out a nail and hammer, placing the mail on the glass before gently using the hammer to emplace the nail firmly into the glass before pounding harder with his hand out of the way. The resulting cracks would be enough for Morrigain o come out, and once he was sure the demon was going to uphold his promise, and that the guards did not see him as he made his agile move away from their sight and onto one of the gargoyles installed in the room with the help of a few gadgets, he gave the signal for Kage to go to the other cages after the guards left to try to find the demon and the one who set him free.

Now that the demon was freed first, he was now able to provide a distraction so Kage could deal with the cages with the other supernatural beings. How the Captain executed this distraction was with a combination of silent takedowns and confusing the guards with pebbles thrown to get them to move in the direction they landed. All this was possible thanks to his agility and the tools which enabled him to move from gargoyle to gargoyle.

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ImageThe night was long in waiting, as Morgan knew what was coming. While stuck in his demonic form, due to them putting his collar back on after he had shifted, he was stuck, not being able to shift, nor being able to change into smoke. But then, they still had to give him his bath. He had a plan.

They came and got him last. Always last, to minimize casulties. Morgan brought at least one of them down every night, if not more. His ears pricked forward as the gaurds approached his cell. And for once, he let them take him without any fight. The gaurds were wary, and he could feel the eyes of the other captives on him. And still he did not fight.

They took him down to the bath, a scrubbed him down, his demon form, his human form, and still he did not fight. And then, as they were leading him up to his cage, and put him in, they removed his collar and told him to change. So he did. By now, the gaurds had begun to drop their gaurd. It was when they tried to put his collage back on the he finally fought. He turned on a dime, ripping out the throat of the gaurd closest to him while ripping the right arm off the other one. The rest of the gaurds backed off and slammed his gate shut, his collar lay forgotten on the floor of his cell.

He grinned to himself, and licked the blood off his paws and face as he waited for the captain and his crew. He could sense them approaching, and he chuckled to himself as he heard the captain's thought.

No tricks, now, buddy. Any sudden moves that threaten to bring my crew down, and I'll be taking you with us. Do not make the mistake of thinking I would not proceed with vengeance against a supernatural if he or she harms anyone I care about.

The crack appeared, and withouth hesitation Morgan slipped through it. He stood in his human form for a second before the Captain, saying, "You are wise to be cautious, but I meant what I said. I do not take needlessly, and I will not kill you. I want me and my kind out of here as much as you do." His eyes flicked up above the Captain's head for a second before he continued. "Besides, it's not your time to die yet. Seeing as I'm the only demon here, it's not only my job to take life, but to preserve it, as well." With a grin, he dissolved in smoke as a pack of gaurds came rushing at them. The demon made short work of them, but didn't kill them. Morgan had had enough of killing for one night.

He paused, looking around, his eyes resting on Ariella's cage. The demon stopped beneath it, and stomped his foot, once. Three dozen demons sprung up out of nowhere, smokey shadows of night creatures, the stuff of a young child's nightmares. He looked down at them, and spoke in a strange language, "Vehafor vi distraction. Nakta wer gaurds mojka de udoka. Shar svent pamon svados tairais coi ui ti, vur tir ti levnim nomenes letocloir udoka. Wux tepoha dout gaviric. Gethrisj."**

The demons scattered. Morgan had a slight scowl on his face. He needed his staff, for without it, he could do nothing about this place that he hated. Yet that was not his objetive. He needed to focus on getting the others out. He looked above, and then climbed up to her cage. By now, the others had woken up, or become aware of the chaos. He tapped on the door of her cage, saying, "Well then, I believe we've all over stayed our welcome, so it's time we all got going now, wouldn't you agree?" The door of her cage swung open, and while it truly wasn't needed, the demon offered the angel in front of him a hand. "Shall we?"





**Translation: "Create a distraction. Keep the gaurds away from us. But kill no one whose time it is not, and do not harm those helping us. You have your orders. Go."

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แƒฆ Ariella แƒฆ
โค To Love is To Destroy and to Be Loved is to be The One Destroyed. โค



ImageAriella was woken up by a combination of noises. From guards running around to someone hammering something to pebbles being thrown. Slowly sitting up, she looked around, though it was too dark to really see anything. She could, however, sense a presents that was slightly familiar. Is it the four people who entered the Museum earlier in the day? It seems like the same aura. But she couldn't tell, she wasn't fully awake just yet so she wasn't really concentrating. Stretching, she wondered how long she was a sleep. Clearly it was still night, as the high windows showed only more darkness. Who's making all that racket?

After a few minutes, Aria's eyes adjusted to the darkness. There was a small bit of light coming from the moon through the small windows high up towards the roof. She then noticed a small glowing orb flying about. It had a few guards chasing after it. What is that? Wanting to release her wings, she had forgotten the robe she had to put on after her bath. It wasn't a normal robe, this one couldn't be taken off by her hands, someone else had to take it off. There was a bit of pain coming from her back, right in between her shoulder blades, where her wings were suppose to come out. She did not like having her wings in for long, it was always painful the longer she couldn't unfurl them.

Once the Angel was a bit more awake, she could faintly hear voices off to the side. Who's talking? Who's out there? For some reason, she didn't like this. Something was off than the normal nights here. Trying to listen closely, she still couldn't figure out what the voices were saying. The talking stopped and there was more of what sounded like people falling to the floor. A few seconds later her felt the presence of someone under her cage. Her powers weren't that strong right now, so she couldn't figure out who it was. She heard a stomp then more whispering. She could tell, however, that it was in a different language.

Within seconds, dark shadows dispersed from underneath her cage, causing her to lean back some. She looked down out her hands, somehow lost in her thoughts. How did it end up like this? She hadn't noticed someone climbing up to her cage. There was a tap on her cage door, Ariella's head shot up and she stared at the figure in front of her. It was Morrigain. She froze, her heart skipped a beat. What's he doing out of his cage?

There was a short moment of silence before he spoke. "Well then, I believe we've all over stayed our welcome, so it's time we all got going now, wouldn't you agree?"ย His voice wasn't as harsh or "demonic" as she thought it would be. But that didn't make her feel any better. The door to her cage swung open and the demon offered his hand to her. "Shall we?"

At first, Aria slowly started crawling up to Morgan to take his hand. Her cage was a bit far from the ground and with her wings restricted, her couldn't fly down. When she was close enough to him to touch, she felt a strong dark aura around him. Which made her scooted back, a bit quicker than she expected. She stopped, about in the middle of her cage, sitting in a somewhat scared position. She didn't know why she felt so scared. Maybe it was because of what she has seen him do to a few of the guards. She felt a bit bad though, he's just trying to help her.

She looked from Morgan's hand to her box at the very top of the cage to her robe. It's true she wanted to leave, very badly, but she just couldn't part with her instruments. And having no way to get up there to get them, she just couldn't bring herself to leave. Sure she always can get new ones, but those were very special to her, there a part of her. "I-I can't...My, my instruments...I-I need them..." She quietly said, her voice very petite and gently, it was the first time ever that she had spoken to Morgan. "I can't fly...This robe is constraining my wings...And I can't take it off..." She added, looking down and a bit off to the side.

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ImageMorgan watched Ariella as she moved, clearly uncomfortable. He couldn't blame her. Despite the confusion of demons, there was no denying that they were, indeed, fallen angels, or the creations of sin and destruction. She actually scrambled away from him. Which was when he realized the aura he was radiating. He smiled to himself slightly. Way to go, idiot. Scare her out of her wits, why don't you?

He had lost himself in his thoughts when he realized she was speaking. "I-I can't...My, my instruments...I-I need them...I can't fly...This robe is constraining my wings...And I can't take it off..."

Her voice was soft, timid. In fact, it was the first time Morgan could recall that she'd ever spoken to him. Not that they'd ever had a chance, to be sure. Morgan had been the first of the creatures to be captured. Morgan shook his head, now wasn't the time to be reminicing. He glanced up. "Yeah, I understand what it's like not to have something that's apart of you. I know that all too well." He didn't bother explaining, or waiting for her to answer. Instead he shifted, and then jumped, in wolf form, up to her perch. It was a high jump, but then, he was a demon. He looked around a bit, the box was still far above him. And then he jumped, landing on the side of her cage and using his momentum to propell himself up, his teeth latching onto the box's handle as he went past it. Box and wolf came falling down, and Morgan landed in much the same place he'd been before, directly in front of the angel, only this time, he had her box in his hand.

He looked at her, and there was some wistful look in his eye, some shadow, some regret, but it quickly vanished. He held out his hand again. "Come on, we can't wait much longer. More gaurds are coming, and my little devils won't last much longer. Without my staff I can't help much, so I need to get you guys out first." He waited for her answer, standing in front of the door to her cage, his hand outstretched towards her.

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The owner of the museum was in his office and had been notified of the commotion going on up stairs. He ordered more guards, who were heavily built and armed with guns, to take down the intruders and make sure all the exhibits were all accounted for and in their cages. Once that was done, he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a small chest. He unlocked the chest and dumped the contents in his briefcase . He looked around, trying to find what else he needed to take with him. In the back corner was a medium sized case which held different types of weapons. Ones he confiscated from the exhibits when they were first captured. It was too big to take with him and he couldn't carry all the weapons. Luckily for him, he had a secret room he could store them in. It was an enchanted room so no being, human or supernatural, could find it but him. Opening the room, he pushed the case inside it, then closed and locked the room. It was time to go. As long as he had his briefcase, he'll be able to get the exhibits back, if any escaped.




แƒฆ Ariella แƒฆ
โค To Love is To Destroy and to Be Loved is to be The One Destroyed. โค



ImageAriella watched Morrigain's movements closely, ever since she recoiled away from him. He must have been thinking of something as he shook his head before he spoke again.
"Yeah, I understand what it's like not to have something that's apart of you. I know that all too well." He didn't give anytime for her to respond, not that she was going to, as he had shifted into his smoky demon wolf form. She watched as the demon wolf jumped up to her perch with what seemed like the height was not a problem. The box was still a few feet higher, which the angel could tell he won't be able to reach it in his wolf form. He could of just shifted back to his human self and grabbed the box, but instead he jumped from her perch to the side of the cage, then pushed himself off the cage to snatch the box in his teeth. When he landed, directly in front of her, the cage swayed a bit.

Morgan was back in his human form, holding her box him one of his hands. "Come on, we can't wait much longer. More guards are coming, and my little devils won't last much longer. Without my staff I can't help much, so I need to get you guys out first." He held the other hand back out to her again, waiting for her to take it and go with him.

Despite her nerves, Aria stood up and stepped closer to Morgan. Her right hand was close to her heart in an almost-fist and her left hand was wrapped around her stomach slightly gripping the side. "Okay, let's go." She quietly said, maybe a bit too quiet. She slowly reached her right hand out and gently placed it in his. His hand was surprisingly warm, which made her feel a little better.

"Your staff. I've seen it in the room down stairs. It's locked in bulletproof glass case. It'll be hard to break." Ariella told him, looking over the edge of her cage. About a twenty-foot drop. She glanced at Morgan, noticing he was about a foot taller than herself. "Besides, if you say we don't have much time left. You probably won't have enough time to get your staff. Plus, by now I bet that everything that's valuable down there is gone. So your staff might not even be there anymore." She paused, thinking for a moment, when she realized something. Slightly wide-eyed, she looked up at him. "That means the keys to our collars will be gone. We won't be able to get far if they use them. They can still hurt us or worse kill us." Her grip on Morgan's hand tightened some. Her collar was made out of her Angel Sword, an angelic blade that, if used properly, can kill an angel. The spikes on the inside of her collar were made from her sword, if it compressed and pierced her neck, she most likely would die.

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