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Nadine Valencia

"In my own self-assessment, my own character has no redeeming qualities. I'm lazy, selfish, awkward, irresponsible, and foolish. There is nothing special about me whatsoever. So why? Even if it's what I always wanted... Why am I the 'hero?'"

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a character in “Ring Boys”, as played by Tsukiakari

Description

Nadine Ryka Valencia
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Age ~ 17

Appearance ~ Standing at the average height of five feet, four inches, Nadine is a very thinly built girl, with a build slanted towards her lean limbs and a slender body to match, with a fairly average, if appealingly skinny figure. Her skin is rather pale due to her reluctance to go outside, but despite her rather shut-in nature, Nadine is in a fairly good, if average physical shape, although due to the narrow nature of her shoulders and her generally rather fragile appearance, not to mention her reclusive, bookwormish appearance and identity, one wouldn't expect it. With short, tousled black hair, deep blue eyes, a pair of spectacles she wears just about everywhere, and a preference for concealing, bulky clothing, she certainly does fit the image of shut-in.

Nadine's face is probably her most attractive feature. With rosy, rounded cheeks, giving her a somewhat childish yet resolute air, soft, unblemished features, a small nose, ears, and chin, thin but smooth pink lips, and a radiant smile for when she feels the need to show it, all framed by a silky curtain of raven black locks, Nadine does have the sort of countenance that could definitely be called cute, although she doesn't really have many people to show it to, as few care to look, and due to her personality, she doesn't exactly go around drawing attention to herself. Still, an unpicked rose is all the better to claim for one's own, is it not?

Personality ~ Quiet and gloomy, yet generous and kind. This sums up Nadine quite well. Due to her background and experience with other people, she has a rather low opinion of herself, feeling overwhelmed by other people around her and reasoning that she can't ever meet up to anyone else's expectations. Consequently, she generally avoids contact with other people. Although she doesn't exactly have a phobia of other people, her own perceived inferiority makes it hard for her to interact socially with those who don't strike up a conversation with her voluntarily - sometimes not even in this case, as she is always worried about saying something she doesn't mean and other such simple faux pas, which causes her to be a bit nervy when it comes to conversation, further crippling her socially by driving her to the conclusion that it would just be better if she spoke as little as possible.

Her greatest flaw is, in her opinion, the simple fact that she is average. She doesn't have any overwhelming talents, and, while intelligent, is in no way prodigious. At everything she tries, she simply seems fated to remain mediocre, discouraging her again and again and driving her to simply abandon hobbies she otherwise might have enjoyed. While those around her excel, she remains ordinary, a fact which she hates beyond anything else, and yet cannot in any way seem to escape.

Yet it is because of these things rather than despite them that Nadine possesses traits perhaps more important than talent, even if she herself does not see it. She is kind, humble, generous, and loyal, unwilling to abandon anyone who would be willing to accept her somewhat impotent help, always willing to lend an ear to the problems of those she cares about, and never once backing down from a request by her friends. But while she derives honest pleasure from helping others, she does so at the cost of herself, ignoring her own increasingly pressing issues and pursuing self-destructive courses of action just to assist her friends and family. She's a helpful person, but in the end, that is swiftly becoming all that she is: A hopeless servant with no backbone of her own. She finds it almost impossible to say "no" when someone asks nicely, and caves easily to demands from those she holds in regard.

But, perhaps there is more to her than this, despite what it might seem. All of her life, Nadine has taken refuge from the insurmountable expectations of the people around her in her favorite form of entertainment: books. She adores novels, especially those of the fantasy and romance genres, and reads them almost constantly, identifying with the main characters of those novels, sympathizing with them, and, in watching them overcome their own issues, feeling in some way edified in her own struggle against her own inescapable nature. Even though she knows it's selfish, Nadine has always dreamed of one thing.

While most people would look at her and see nothing but a submissive, socially handicapped and incredibly plain girl, there is one desire that might well prove all of those expectations wrong, and foil even the best laid plans of those who would lay claim to the wish she has finally been granted.

You see, above everything else, Nadine Valencia really, really wanted to be a hero.

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Bio ~ Born into a slightly rich family to two successful businesspeople, Nadine grew up idolizing the many accomplishments of her relatives. At first, her parents and their many triumphs fascinated her, but as her three older siblings came of age, they, too, towered over her in achievements. One of her brothers became a very famous concert pianist, while another was a natural genius and got a scholarship at a very prestigious college, before going on to become a respected scientist. Her older sister started a profitable business of her own, and soon, Nadine, the youngest child, found herself alone in the big family house. Her parents were frequently out on business trips, and when they weren't they were generally working in their respective offices. The young girl had very few friends save her siblings, and once all of these had gone their various ways, Nadine spent most of her days by herself. It was to entertain herself, at first, that she took up reading as a hobby. But, as she grew older, she found out that the world was a much more difficult place than it had seemed, watching her family accomplish everything they had set their minds to. Her respectable intellect and the high expectations her parents held for her were just enough combined to get her sent into more advanced classes, perhaps, than she could cope with, and she found herself struggling in school, receiving grades which, in comparison to her siblings' achievements, were painfully average. She tried sports, music, martial arts, and countless other things to try to distinguish herself, but in each of these she was met with the same crippling level of mediocrity. She found those around her treating her in a manner that asked "Your family's really famous, right? So what's so special about you?" and when she had nothing with which to answer that question, most dismissed her as a spoiled but useless shut-in. To make matters worse, although they never outright criticized her for her performance - on the contrary, they applauded her efforts despite her lack of success - her parents could not fully conceal the disappointment they felt. The fact that they never brought it to her attention, in fact, only made matters worse, driving Nadine into such a state of despair that she felt as though even the most menial tasks were impossible for her to accomplish. She felt impotent and useless, and so, she did the only thing she could to cope with the loneliness and the shame she felt.

She read. She read every single book she had on hand, then got more and started again. Taking up a paper route as a part time job, mowing lawns and doing whatever else she could to earn money, she spent every last cent of it on books, reading them whenever she got the chance. Any time she spent losing herself in a good book was time she did not regret living through, unlike each and every other moment of her waking life. This immersion allowed her, however briefly, to forget who she was, to retrieve that feeling of idolizing a hero without the shame at her own inadequacy that she otherwise felt. Because unlike the overwhelming people all around her in real life, the heroes in books were just like her: ordinary people who overcame their flaws and did the extraordinary. Nadine wanted to be just like that, too. And so she read, and she dreamed. And even as her hopes of ever amounting to anything in the real world dwindled to almost nothing, her belief in the magic of heroism, in the fantasy of the extraordinary, grew and grew until it seemed to her like the impossible was just within reach.

Were it not for her books and for three friends who had taken her in as one of their own, reasoning that it was better to be alone together than to be alone by oneself, Nadine probably would have abandoned the world altogether, maybe even thrown away her own life in despair for the things she could not accomplish. But as it was, she held onto the confidence that she could somehow become like the heroes she idolized in the books she loved. While her friends dreamed of hitting it off with some sort of Prince Charming, Nadine dreamed of being Cinderella herself. And so she worked her hardest to improve herself, both in character and ability, becoming as good as she could be without abandoning her habitual reading sessions. But no matter what she did, it could never have prepared her for the events that soon occurred.

Using money they had all pooled together, the four finally managed to buy their own respectably sized house in a small, quiet town. However, shortly after doing so, they discovered something that would change them all forever. In the attic was a box, and inside it were four ornately carved rings, along with quite realistic parchment notes on the transmutation of Humans into immortal servants through the process of alchemy, concluding with the directions "Inside here are four rings. Each posses a spirit who will protect you and serve you until death. All you have to do is keep the ring on at all times and you will control the beast inside of the ring. Do not let it fall into the wrong hands," in an almost illegible, faded script. But, although unnerved by this thanks to some of her more recent reading - "Alchemy: the science of understanding, deconstructing, and reconstructing matter. However, it is not an all-powerful art; it is impossible to create something out of nothing. If one wishes to obtain something, something of equal value must be given. This is the Law of Equivalent Exchange, the basis of all alchemy. In accordance with this law, there is a taboo among alchemists: human transmutation is strictly forbidden - for what could equal the value of a human soul...?" - her adventurous spirit at last overcame her trepidation, and she followed the others in donning the last remaining ring. Perhaps the others had thought the fish and porcupine were cute, and perhaps they had thought the bat was "cool." But whatever it was, Nadine had been left with the snake ring. She took it gratefully nonetheless, not minding the still-beautiful ring even though it was themed after a venous, crawling beast. Actually, she liked it quite a bit despite this, and ended up forgetting her initial fear at wearing it. But what she never forgot was the feeling of joy and excitement that something interesting had finally happened to her, a feeling that followed her even as she went to sleep. But when she awakened, even she could never have imagined the import of the events that were about to take place...

She had gotten her wish. She was now the "Hero."

Other ~ Nadine loves reading books, but other hobbies of hers include playing the piano and singing. She's fairly good at both thanks to her older brother's teachings, but could never possibly match his skill, making her rather modest about her actual abilities. Another thing she greatly enjoys is playing a good game of chess, although due to not playing much, she isn't exactly very skilled at it. Still, one of the few things she might actually ask her new servant to do is play chess with her.... Or to stay with her when there's a large storm outside, as she's also very jumpy, and bright flashes of light and sudden, loud bursts of noise unnerve and frighten her greatly. Still, despite being a bit of a scaredy-cat in this and many other ways, Nadine is surprisingly courageous when it comes down to it.

Nadine is a mildly experienced practitioner of the martial art Aikido (of which I am a sixth-level practictioner IRL, so I can hopefully write a similarly unskilled user in fictitious form), which relies entirely on counterattacking based on an opponent's movements, thus removing the necessity for physical strength, so she can defend herself in a basic manner if the need arises, but is incapable of effectively attacking anyone, and would still be easily overwhelmed by a more resilient or experienced opponent.

Theme Song ~ Uninstall (Piano) and Uninstall (Vocals).

So begins...

Nadine Valencia's Story

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Character Portrait: Evangeline "Angel" Linetta Character Portrait: Jian Longwei Character Portrait: Arron Furo Character Portrait: Nadine Valencia
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Jian Gui Longwei

'It has been a long time since I last saw the human world...' Jian thought calmly as he opened his eyes to stare at the face of his sleeping Mistress. His knees shook as he leaned against the wall to keep his balance, his eyes kept darting between the girl's form and the strange devices across the room 'Is my new Mistress an Alchemist, too? It seems so... There are too many strange things around here. Maybe it is nowadays' Magic...' Finally regained his strength slightly, Jian sluggishly made his way to the girl's bed, his right hand shook as he wondered if he should wake her up or not.

'She is my new Mistress...' He thought as his fingers brushed slightly against her soft skin but then he took a step back 'but she is not family... she is a human... just like him... the one that did that to me... and she is human... just like the ones that chained me so that they may experiment on me... I cannot touch her...' Looking around, Jian searched depressedly for his brothers, wanting to hide behind them so much. He was still weak and he hated to put himself in a situation where he didn't know how to react. Touching his face and tracing his fingers around his scar, Jian decided he should find his brothers first. At least, once he had met them, he could calm himself down and start thinking rationally.

Giving the small girl with soft, pink cheeks one last glance, Jian stumbled out of the room, accidentally knocking over a small device the size of his palm. The device suddenly came to life and it lit up, causing Jian to give a soft gasp as he saw another three girls with his Mistress smiling and just 'doing nothing but smiling in it... Is it nowadays' magic? How can Mistress do that? She is sleeping right there... Is Mistress a Witch?' The strange device vibrated slightly and it gave many strange beeping noises. The noise became louder every second and Jian sneaked a glance at the still sleeping girl. He would have to do something with the sound. He did not want to wake his Mistress up. But what if... what if one of his Mistress' witch friends were trying to contact her? Maybe she would be angry at him for not waking her up...

His hands shakily picked up the device and noticed it became warmer. Maybe it was a signal that the witches were becoming impatient. What should he do? The device was still vibrating and the beeping sounds had not stopped, either. He hastily put the small device next to his Mistress and hurried out of the room, not wanting to touch any of the girl's magic. Stumbling out of the room without a candle was hard. There were many traps and obstacles that Jian had to face. 'Witches nowadays are very paranoid...' Jian concluded as he tried to open a high wooden wall without much success. This wall was made of another material than the rest so it must be the way out.

On the big wall made of wood, there was a cool round ball. Maybe he could push it, or should he twist it? Would he be cursed if he said the wrong password? "Öffnen" He said the simplest spell he could think of, his voice was rough because he hadn't used them for years... but strangely, the wooden wall didn't open. Maybe he should try another phrase "Öffnen Sie die Tür" The door still hadn't open up. Finally gathered all his strength, the snake young man grasped the round ball on the wooden wall. The ball was cool and seemed to make out of metal. He twisted it and gave another gasp as the wooden wall didn't collapse like he thought it would. It simply...opened.

'Magic nowadays is so strange' Jian thought as he stepped out of the room and into another large room. It was almost morning now... So, it meant that he had spent more than one hour trying to figure out how to open that strange wall. 'Witches nowadays are so...intelligent' Jian thought as he half-stumbled, half-walked into the room. Jian felt his blood ran cold as he saw the scene in front of him. His brother, Arron, was being threatened by a strange girl. 'Another witch' Jian's mind corrected himself but the young man didn't notice it.

"Would you like a sandwich?"

The girl asked maliciously and Jian felt like his blood was being drained from his face. The girl was threatening his brother and she said... she said she would send a 'sand witch' after him. Hadn't this 'witch' known who his brother was? Or how powerful he could be? Or even how angry his brothers (including himself) would be if Arron was harmed in any way? 'Maybe this girl is so confident in the power of the sand witch that she does not even fear us...' That thought scared Jian. In this world, were people so powerful that they weren't even afraid of a giant beast like his brother? Were there many sand witches? And did all these sand witches hate his brother and their kind?

Taking a deep breath, Jian forced himself to calm down. He would have to think rationally if he wanted to save his brother. Maybe he could act helpless so that the witch... or sand witch, he wasn't sure, would think they were weak and after rescuing his brother, he would leave this place with his Mistress to search for his other brothers - Sebastian and Alexander. Stepping out of the shadow and in front of the sand witch's form, Jian stood protectively between his brother and the witch.

"Lady Sand Witch..."

Jian said in that same rough voice and bowed low, a sign of respect. He hoped he could pull this off. If worse came to worst, he could always transform into his snake form and eat her all. He only prayed this sand witch wouldn't be powerful or fast enough to react. "I apologize for intruding your castle, Lady Sand Witch... please do not become angry at our 'unexpected' arrival... We are merely searching for our Mistresses and our brothers. We swear upon our honor that we shall leave this castle once we have found our missing brothers and Mistresses..."

Giving another deep bow, the snake man licked his lips and said respectfully, eyeing the carrot warily. Maybe it only have the shape of a carrot but it was actually a magical staff. Maybe it is nowadays' weapon. Whatever it was, Jian was not going to risk it. "Please put your magical staff down, Lady Sand Witch... We do not wish to cause you or your companions any harm..."

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Nadine R. Valencia


The dark room was piled completely, from top to bottom, with books. Shelves lined the walls, each piled with at least three rows of books on every surface, if not more. It was like someone had taken an entire library and crammed it into the unassuming, ill-furnished guest room which the shut-in girl had ended up choosing for her own - leaving the three main bedrooms in the hands of her friends. And, when the shelves ran out of space, the books seemed to flow seamlessly over, piled into orderly stacks that almost completely concealed the walls of the already dismal room from view. Post-it notes were hung regularly across every open space, each marked with at least half a dozen notations on how the books were organized. As it was, perhaps the only person who could have located a book amidst the chaos made by perfect, simultaneous hextuple order was the room's owner herself.

There was very little open space in the gloomy, dust-filled room. The miniscule area that wasn't taken up by the bookshelves or miscellaneous stacks of literature was instead occupied with assorted furniture. Against the left wall, enclosed on almost all sides by towers of knowledge and paper, sat a small writing desk, wired into which sat an old, well-used computer that served as the ordinary girl's eyes into the outside world, a system which allowed her to see much more, and with more confidence, than her own twin azure orbs, which were ill-suited to much but reading books. But aside from this purpose and the other occasional utility, the computer was left largely untouched, its capacity as an entertainment tool, for the most part, ignored in favor of either the literature stacked all around it, or of the large, ornate wooden box that occupied the rest of the desk, and the antique chess set contained within it. Across from this, in the back right corner, was a small, circular table, with two comfortable-looking, well-cushioned chairs - the one facing the back wall was an armchair, while the one in the very corner facing outward was a basket seat piled with countless cushions, pillows, and blankets, and the degree of tilt in which made it look more like a nest of some sort than a seat - positioned one on either side of it. Behind these things was a cabinet that looked quite out of place, for visible through its glass doors was a full tea set, and atop it were several implements including a wicker box containing tea packets and various other accessories, as well as a small, old-looking microwave. Next to this cabinet, almost concealed behind it, was a dispenser with a jug of water perched atop it, ready to flow at a moment's notice. In the back left corner, meanwhile, was a small, humble-looking black piano with worn yellow keys, chipped and battered by time, but nonetheless serving its purpose to perfection.

Placed around a third of the way along the back wall on the left side was a small dresser, the garments it contained all sorted, folded, and ordered by its somewhat obsessive owner. Then, in the very center of the back wall, placed directly beneath a single window through which the moonlight shone brightly down, and facing outward towards the door, was a bed. Its sheets were plain, made of a soft, fuzzy-looking gray material, and accompanied by matching blankets, as well as similar pillowcases on the two rather puffy pillows that served as the simple, frameless bed's furnishings. But, although the light of the midnight moon shone down upon this bed, it was not in it that the room's owner was to be found. Rather, one would have to look in the dark corner, only barely visible in the half-lit, dusty air, were it not for the small night-light by which she made out the words on the page beneath her gaze. The girl looked tiny compared to all of the blankets and pillows surrounding her where she half sat, half lay, curled up within the basket chair in the corner, clumsily half-clad in an oversized navy blue pajama top which she wore more like a nightgown than anything else, the top few buttons undone, allowing it to sag down slightly past her shoulders, so as to let the cool, nightime air keep her from overheating beneath her covering of blankets, while the long sleeves, which otherwise probably would have covered her arms, were rolled back to her wrists, her small, soft hands poking out from amidst their oversized folds. The garment was long enough to cover her undergarments from view, but didn't extend much further, leaving her long, slender legs exposed to the chill darkness, another means of keeping cool. Her dark hair was splayed out about her like an unkempt halo, while her tired blue eyes were already beginning to droop as they ran across the page before her eyes.

Despite this, Nadine Valencia could not bring herself to take in a single word of the passage beneath her gaze. Her mind was tired, and her thoughts were already beginning to wander away from the passage. Yet always, no matter how much she thought about it... her mind always returned to the same thing: the small, blue-green ring that was now coiled gently around the pointer finger of her left hand, its unfamiliar, cold feeling attracting her thoughts again and again, just as its mysterious nature came to her mind constantly. She had been perusing the same paragraph for the past two hours now, at least, and yet, she couldn't pay attention. The excitement and anxiety within her was much too strong to simply be mastered so easily.

This ring... what exactly was it? Alchemists? Homunculi? Transmutation of living creatures? The alteration of a Human's nature to create a beast that defied all comprehension, all laws of physics and reason? These things spun wildly about through her thoughts, even as her eyes began to flutter slowly closed, and she slowly relaxed her grip on her book, allowing it to fall shut to the floor as she spread loosely out upon her cushions. But, above them all, she wondered about one thing, and one thing only.

A hero... a servant that would protect her... She didn't know whether or not it was possible, or whether or not it was even true and not just some elaborate joke by the others, a ploy to raise her spirits. But... even so, as she slowly lapsed into slumber, she somehow felt... safe. And, as those cerulean orbs shut at last, and her body became still save for the slow rising and falling of her chest in peaceful slumber, Nadine did something somewhat unusual: she hugged her left hand gently against her heart, and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Normally, for her, sleep was an ordeal just as waking was, for the fears that filled her waking life were made manifest in dreams, and often times she found it impossible to rest, instead finding herself waking and staring blankly at the ceiling, or perhaps out the window of her room and into the bright moon that hung gigantic in the starry skies beyond. But tonight... tonight was different. For, little did she know it, but the servant who would keep her safe was already right by her side, even as she lay slumbering beneath the moonlight, like a sleeping angel in her heavenly nest. And that night, as Nadine slept... she dreamed not of darkness, of fears, and of failures... but of the clashing of steel, of a sword broken upon a radiant shield, and of a dark haired knight who stood before her, bathed in the light of a full and luminous moon as he held fast, his arms spread wide to encircle all of the evils in the world and to cast them back into the depths from whence they came.

She dreamed of the servant who would absolutely, without a doubt, always be there to protect her. And, although she did not know it, in some manner, that servant was protecting her, even at that moment. And as his hand brushed gently across her cheek, she merely smiled, and continued to dream, watching in awe as her knight turned, revealing-

.....

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Light struck the young girl's eyes as she opened them slowly, glancing about through the haze of waking and slowly rising to a seated position as her phone's alarm told her that it was time to get up. Her mind was sluggish, her every thought seeming to travel a long distance before it dawned fully upon her. And yet, despite this, several things immediately struck her as strange.

Firstly, she had left her cell phone on the writing desk, and yet the sound it emitted was coming from the table right next to her. It had been moved at some point, but by who? The others never came into her room at night, and even if they had, there was no reason she would not have awakened upon hearing the heavy door open, as its hinges creaked slightly when it was first pulled upon. The window was locked, and there were no other entrances. That meant... whoever had done it would have had to have remained in her room since before she had entered, or had appeared there while she slept either by magic or through some unknown, silent means.

Secondly, she felt much more tired than usual. She must have awakened earlier than normal. Had someone adjusted her alarm clock during the night? It seemed so. Perhaps it had been done by the person who had moved it?

Thirdly, and much more disturbingly, her cheek tickled. Someone had touched her there only moments before. That meant the person who had adjusted her phone was still in her room, even now!

Fourthly, she could hear the door creaking even now as it was slowly pushed open from the inside, and footsteps were just beginning to leave her room. They were much heavier than the footsteps of the other girls, which meant that the culprit was either wearing heavy boots - highly unlikely, as these would only make them much easier to notice - or had a larger body mass than any of her friends. That placed the individual as likely male, and either their own age or older. A thief? A stalker? A murderer? A rapist? No, it couldn't have been the first. Whoever it was had just touched her, something no thief trying to be stealthy would ever do. In addition, he had abandoned the cell phone, the only portable object of real value in the room, instead of taking it and fleeing while she was still waking up, thereby casting doubt on the theory that he might have been intending to steal it. But, a stalker might very well have been perusing her phone, perhaps searching for personal information, and might well have waited by her bedside, caressing her face in her sleep! The mere thought of it made her skin crawl, and she shot upright in an instant, her eyes burning across the door just as it closed, a blur of movement behind it the only thing she caught of the culprit as he began to make his way down the hallway.

Fifthly, however, and most disturbing of all... she could hear several loud crashes and shouts from downstairs: the voices of Evangeline and an unfamiliar man! Whoever it was must have been noticed by Evangeline, and had been forced to go and deal with her, which meant-

Leaping to her feet, Nadine rushed for the door, only to find herself hopelessly entangled in the covers of her basket seat, sending her plummeting harshly to the floor before she could even get a secure footing. Giving a slight cry of surprise that was muffled by the thick layer of books coating the walls, and the large wooden door, Nadine rolled across the carpet and fell flat on her face. Fortunately escaping a collision with any of the preciously stacked literature all around her, Nadine took but a single instant to recover herself, swiftly disentangling herself from the confines of the blankets and rising to her feet. Although her head was throbbing from the impact, her body trembling in fear, her heart rising in her throat, and her mind reeling from the sudden shock, she could not delay, not for a single instant! She had to go and help Evangeline, before it was too late!

Nadine Valencia was a very easily scared girl. Loud noises or sudden, surprising things could easily turn her into a quivering, nervy mess. Her confidence was practically non-existent, and even talking to people was an ordeal to her. And yet, despite all of this, she could by no means have been said not to be courageous. Her friends were possibly in danger, and she herself had also likely been targeted. And yet, the only thing she could think of was the safety of those important people near her. And that was what made her brave, no matter how cowardly she might have been.

Swinging open the door, Nadine rushed down the hallway, headed straight for the parlor. It was not far from her doorway, and in a heartbeat, she had cleared the distance. The light shining from the room before her brought three figures into stark relief, speeding her flight as she realized that two of them were shapes she had never seen before. The third, Evangeline, stood at the ready, a mere vegetable her last line of defense against the invaders. In an instant, Nadine had doubled her speed, and had burst violently into the room.

"E-Eva!" She cried, her blue eyes fearfully darting across the two young men who now stood before her. "What's happening? Are you alright?!" She asked, swiftly searching about for a weapon with which to assist her friend.

But before any of these questions could be answered, a young man with dark hair answered another of her questions, perhaps more pressing than those she had just asked.

"We are merely searching for our Mistresses and our brothers," The man said quickly, a tone of... was that fear in his voice? "We do not wish to cause you, or your companions, any harm."

Nadine might have breathed a sigh of relief at that moment. They clearly held the advantage in this situation, and could easily have overpowered the two girls before them, and yet, the fact that they did not at least meant that their promise not to hurt them was true, even if it did not clear their motives from suspicion. And yet, despite this knowledge, the girl whose heart had long been locked away now found herself staring, not with terror, but with wonderment, at the suddenly familiar young man as he spoke.

That voice... That face, and the faint scar that trailed across half of it... his dark hair and antiquated pattern of speech... The words he used, speaking of "Mistresses" and "brothers..." Even if he was a lot less imposing, dashing, and heroic than he had appeared in her fanciful dream, that could be no mistaking who he was, and why he was there.

"You!" She gasped, a note of disbelief and awe entering her voice where before had reigned only fear as she raised her left hand and pointed straight at the man standing before her, the blue-green ring that adorned her finger flashing like a single, great jewel as it caught the light. "Y-you're... No way... You can't be...! But... you're the same...!"

"You're the man in the ring, aren't you? The one I dreamed about!" She exclaimed at last. She didn't sound at all convinced of her own words. Actually, they sounded rather silly, even in this situation. And yet, there was a certain hint in her voice of absolute assurance, as though this was the only possibility. As the ring sparkled in the light, Nadine felt with an unmistakable, and yet unbelievable conviction, that the man who stood before her now was... He was...!

He could be nothing else! He had to be the loyal knight who would stay by her side, the servant who would protect her!

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-Alexander-

Alexander was...happy was the word. His brothers and him , their last night in the laboratory. It was free , special. The last time they would see each other for...maby for days , years , centurys , maby never to be seen again should one of their 'cages' be lost. But here they were , the last speechs , the last violin play from Quill , the last debate with Jian and for Alexander , his last drink. He would not even be aware of the magics that happened soon after. To drunk to fully realize what had happened but he knew as a certain that he would be fine when he awoke. Magic would see to that he was sure and when the time came he could once again see his family , away from this run down lab and cobblestone floors. Away from old chains and in to new , but together atleast...and so the days drifted. Then the years. Then the centurys.

Over seven hundred years later Alexander finnaly got his first three forms of stimulation. The first and most unexpected , the heat from his clothes. He had always dressed bukly but this new outfit was...complicated to say the least , heavier then his old fur coat to. The next was the headache. The splitting headache that had a sence of humor. The headache only a hangover would bring and one that had apperently been awaiting him for a very long time and caused him to groan loudly and move his creeking arms to his temples as he shoved his face down in to carpeting.

Then there was the third sensation. Her. Clearly a girl by the voice , Alex was being...shaked? Was he asleep? Had he fallen asleep next to some girl , a dream perhaps? Another nudge , more words. Alex finnaly came to his sences. Slowly and shakily standing up and thudding back in to the rooms wall , laying his head back against it and putting a hand over his eyes with a sigh. "I'm....i'm awake. I'm-"

Alex blinked as it all came flooding back , it took a moment but as he started to look around all he saw were...unfirmiliar sights. Odd furnishings , switchs and buttons and glowing things. Screens and windows and books , none belonging to him or to anyone he ever knew. Then his eyes sank down , down to the girl in her night gown who's room he had just now arrived in. "Where am I?" He didn't have much time before he heard them. All of them , voices , people , screaming , crashs.

Alex quickly moved out of the room. Stumbling down the hall way in a half hangover , half asleep stupor only to pick up speed when he did see a firmiliar sight. Blue hair , proper clothing. Jian. No mistaking him , no possible way to miss him. "Jian! Brother!" Alexander grinned widely , only to stop his advance when he bumped in to the back of Nadine , still standing at the entrance. Another blink as Alexander looked down and then shook his head , scraping a gloved hand across stubble as he looked to Jian for answers , he always was the smart one after all. "Jian we're.....we're free , right? Someone found us?" Alex looked sideways at....at his brother , a monster in human form , a fearsome beast of power and leadership....being held down by a frail looking girl threatening him with a carrot.

For a long akward moment Alexander just...stared. This was a sight to behold and one he was sure he would hang over his brothers head later , but for now he could do nothing but bust out laughing. Having to support himself against a wall with a hand as he did. "Oh...oh by the gods and all of nature that is...hooo...that is certainly a sight to wake up to."

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Kyoko Hoshimura


Kyoko slept peacefully in her "bed", which was really a coffin lined with velvet. The girl found it oddly comfortable. The girl's room also contained an assortment of odd items. An alarm clock in the shape of a riceball that never set off an alarm sat on a nightstand in the shape of a music note. Pictures dotted the walls with paintings in the graceful strokes of a brush, all done by Kyo. The marble-white floor was cool to the touch, it made the room rather cold, and the walls were black, white, and bamboo green covering the walls in the girl's personal bamboo forest. Origami cranes littered the floor and a low table set with cushions as seats was pilled with empty bowls of rice and wrappers of sweets. A violin lay desolately in the corner and sheets of piano music completely submerged a desk along the left side wall next to her bed.

Two shelves of Japanese books concealed a closet in which Kyoko kept her designer clothers she never wore, weapons such as a beautiful katana, kendo sword, boxing gloves, bow and an old bo staff were in there as well. Anything of the girl's old life was stuffed in her hidden storage. Her regular closet was hidden behind a paper screen with cranes standing in water. The clothes happened to be jeans annd sweaters from no brands, sneakers were here as well. The ceiling of the room was dotted with five banners, four in the corners and one in the center of the room. Each in Kyo's own calligraphy; peace, love, rest, family, and one that was unidentifiable.

Though the room was obviously built around balance and peace, Kyo was far from that. A crash, bang, screaming, an alarm, girl's voice, and bo-. "Boys?" Kyo opened the coffin lid with a loud creak and stepped out. A tank top and short shorts was all the girl wore as she slinked down the stairs. She occasionally bumped into things that were out of place before coming upon the scent of food and three people she didn't know, and didn't care about, and her three friends Maddie, Nadine, and Angel. She shrugged and went up to the three unknowns, tugging each one's face and ruffle there hair, saying ni-hao to the turquoise haired one who she recognized as Chinese. "Great not a dream..." She ruffled Angel's hair and snatched the carrot out of the girl's hands, eating it in two bites. "Calm down Warrior-san. If they wanted to attack us they would have." Her eyes narrowed briefly before she bowed low to the boys in Japanese respect, before stalking off to grab breakfast. She returned in a few seconds with a plate piled high with pancakes, bacon, bread, and fruit. "Introductions would be nice." She said airily before biting into an apple.

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Arron Furo


Arron was startled by the antics of what had happened only a few moments before. The girl walked in happily and seemed to be preparing something before her eyes set on him and she dropped a knife. Arron stood up and started to speak knowing the ring was on the girl's finger making her his mistress. "Are you al.." he was interrupted by her taking a vegetable and knocking him onto his back in an impressive feat of nimbleness. Then, she grew meek and started to apologize and even lifted his shirt which made the boy blush a bright red as he pulled his shirt back down and it formed to his stomach.

"Would you like a sandwich?"

He shook his head calmly taking it as a threat. He pulled her gently off him with little effort. She was very thin and he was a bit stronger than he looked. He took her hand and flipped it up showing the cut. "That isn't good." he said putting her hand back down to her side. He wanted her to get better and he did know some light healing magic. "Heilen der Wunde" he muttered and rubbed his fingers over the back of her hand as the cut sealed and the bleeding ceased.

He then heard his brothers bound in both doing their usual. Jian acted like a gentleman and Alexander a drunk. Next in came a girl who ruffled his hair and tugged on his face. He rubbed his pinched cheek then watched the girl walk in and gasp at Jian. he decided to take the role of big brother once again as he would do when the alchemist would leave them alone. " Alright everyone..." he said, his voice still containing a light Welsh from his old home in the southern half. He pulled out his staff and pressed it to the ground causing the sound of thunder rumble the house as the house fell dead silent. " Alright everyone here breathe. Jian calm down and figure out exactly where we are, and Alexander.." he walked over and hit him in the back of the head with the staff. ".. calm down, we are warriors not drunks." he then walked back to the center of the room and looked around. There was no fire, nor torches on the walls, not even a grand fireplace. "Can someone light a fire it's too dim in here." he said seeing the sun was taking it's time coming up.

He looked at the girls. There were three infront of him and a fourth waking in. "Alright ladies this may need some explanation but I think she understands so can you please explain to your sisters?" he said getting a confident expression on his face, not too happy but not sad either, it was a cocky grin on his face.


Madeline Yeda


Maddie watched as the man got up from the floor. He leaned on the wall and she knew what it was, he had obviously been drinking some time yesterday. She knew it from her brother who was the funny type of drunk not the angry. It would only happen about once and month and she would always try to help him in the morning however she could. " Here do you need a coffee or something I could.." she started but he had already run downstairs to join the screaming that could be heard.

Maddie had the urge to put the ring on before she went downstairs and did, the blue and white gems gleaming in the morning sunlight as she rushed to the living room. She peered around the corner and saw the commotion was caused by two other boys plus the boy from her room. She walked in silently and made her way to stand beside Kyoko who she felt safe with.

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Sabastien Farris


In his dream, Quill was lying on a large velvet bed, covered in rose petals, with enormous fluffy pillows, and a dim burning chandelier. He was shirtless, with a belt and trousers on, his blonde hair combed back, and his violet eyes calm and contempt. On his chest, rested the head of a beautiful woman, her dark hair the color of exotic chocolate, her skin sun-kissed and her eyes shut. She wore a pale silk nightgown, and breathed softly and slowly as if she slept so peacefully and deeply, that a fiery armageddon could not disturb her.

He layed, motionless in the bed, not seeming to notice that the bed itself was becoming colder and more stiff, that the chandelier was brightening, it's eight small flames beginning to flicker and dance wildly. His hand suddenly felt different, and when he raised it to observe, it was covered with a black glove, and his feet, he realised, were now covered by thick leather dress shoes. He looked himself over properly, and he realised he was now dressed in a light brown peacoat, with black dress pants. He then decided to observed his surroundings. The rose petals were wilted, and the walls, now fully illuminated, were a simple dull grey. His horror however, arrived at the fact that the girl he had slept with, was now lying completely motionless on the floor, her dress covered in small red stains, with silver throwing knives shockingly jutting out of the centre of each. He began to open his mouth, but his entire body begn to grow cold, and he lost control of himself, as he fell to the floor.

His awakening was quite jarring, as he came to in a dark, dimly lit room, laying on a cold floor made of what was seemingly marble. He got up, realizing he was wearing exactly what he had been in his dream. What was going on? Where was he? Why had he awoken, and more importantly, where were his brothers? He rose to his feet.

"Huh." he though. It didn't feel like he had been sleeping for hundreds of years, more like he had worked out for six hours straight, and was then viciously beaten. He ran a hand through his sandy hair, observing his surroundings. It seemed as though many of the items had come from a far away land, but the one that caught his eye the most was the large luxury coffin that layed open.

A million thoughts raced through his mind. Was this his coffin? Was he dead? Or was it someone else's? He had awoken, so he must have a new master...Was this his master's coffin? Was his master dead? Out of all these thoughts, he seemed to latch on to one in specific; Was his master a vampire? He decided to investigate this keep, drawing three knives into his right hand, and preparing to skewer any vampires that decided to sip on his neck. He made his way down a hallway, fumbling with odd doors. He noticed a prominently delicious smell, and made his way toward. He arrived in what seemed to be a kitchen. He heard voices, and when he peeked around the corner, he saw four girls, and his brothers. He was relieved to know that they were alright, but eager to protect the from the vampire baronesses. One of them in particular caught his eye. She was stunningly beautiful, with soft looking dark hair and a perfect, pale complexion, but the way she held herself, her posture, seemed to suggest that she wasn't at all concerned with her appearance. What really caught his attention was the way she was dressed. Her revealing top and more than short pants suggested to him that society may have changed a bit, as no real lady would be seen in those clothes, unless she was about to bed a suitor. He quickly found himself staring, and quickly looked to his brothers for guidance.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!"

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Evangeline "Angel" Linetta


"Lady Sand Witch..."

Lady Sand Witch...?

"I apologize for intruding your castle, Lady Sand Witch... please do not become angry at our 'unexpected' arrival... We are merely searching for our Mistresses and our brothers. We swear upon our honor that we shall leave this castle once we have found our missing brothers and Mistresses... Please put your magical staff down, Lady Sand Witch... We do not wish to cause you or your companions any harm..."

Angel's mouth fell open as she stared from the turquoise haired woman to the carrot in her hand. "My magical staff," she spoke slowly, as if if she'd spoke too fast, the scarred woman would faint and crumble to pieces. Clearly, she was... Unstable, to say the least. The poor dear. "Sweetie, I don't think you know where you are," she began, reaching gingerly for the stranger as if to disarm her of her robes. "It's okay, whoopie pie. Mommy'll take care of you." Angel awkwardly clasped her breast with her non-bleeding hand - she'd read somewhere that babies were attracted to breasts so... She supposed it worked the same for the mentally ill?

"E-Eva! What's happening? Are you alright?!" Nadine appeared near by, her lovely features and rose-painted cheeks moulded into one of severe worry. Before she could tell Nad to step back and run, she'd continued talking. "You! Y-you're... No way... You can't be...! But... you're the same...! You're the man in the ring, aren't you? The one I dreamed about!"

Are they- "Oh...oh by the gods and all of nature that is...hooo...that is certainly a sight to wake up to." Angel pulled her eyes of molten gold away from sweet Nadine to fall upon - "Michelangelo..." she whispered aloud. The man was humongous, with the face of marble - it seemed as if he'd been sculpted from the hands of the world's most gifted artists. Angel dropped her gaze to the floor, finding herself distrusting him immediately, despite herself. He was so big and intimidating.

Oh god, they were here to kill them. The large man would carry them away to some underground cellar, the woman would strip them of their clothes, the couch pole would turn them into reversed mermaids and-

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!" -and he would force them to eat... Olives.

"That isn't good," said a masculine voice. He sounded incredibly soothing and manly and god-like and handsome and- "Heilen der Wunde" Angel stared at her bleeding hand - now sealed shut with no trace of injury left.

She screamed.

"OH MY FAIRIES! Oh Heavens, oh lord, oh holy balls of mary," she yelled, smacking her palm repeatedly against nearby furniture as if it were an insect she had to rid herself of. "I am sorry for eating that sandwich, Brian. I was hungry. I was just hungry." Angel collapsed into a corner, facing the wall like a dejected child as she hugged her knees to her chest. "O Holy Goddess of Mercy, save us from the depths of hell. IT'S THE APOCALYPSE!"

Jumping to her feet, Angel tackled Kyoko to the ground, shielding the beautiful girl with her own body. "Hide, Kyoko! The End is before us..." The wavy-haired girl swivelled around to leap rather dramatically into the tall statue of a man. Wrapping her limbs around him, she gripped his head furiously as she clung onto him like an overgrown koala. "We must escape before the Flying Spaghetti Monster descends. We must survive - for the future of the humanoid species and the grandparents of our babies. We must go on." Angel pointed sternly at the turquoise-haired female and the sandy-haired man as she commanded, "You, get all the cloth you can find. Zombies are afraid of 100% cotton."

"Girls, we must gather all available gardening tools to prepare for the inevitable depletion of food resources. It's okay, spoons will work." Angel crawled upwards until she sat upon the tall man's shoulders, her thighs wrapped rather tightly around his neck. Her head nearly touched the ceiling with their combined height. "The rest," she waved a hand briskly at the dark haired man - was that a staff? - she'd tackled. "Moral support."

Bending backwards, Angel hung upside down, her ankles clasped chokingly around the large man. He was tall enough that she could not touch the ground with her body fully stretched. It looked as if she'd have to wing it. Angel unwrapped her ankles and dropped dangerously onto her palms, dropping her legs and bringing herself to a stand.

Angel pitter pattered to the house phone, picked it up and dialled 911. "This is the Iowa Police Department. Please state your emergency," spoke a monotonous voice on the other hand.

"There are four boys in our house," Angel said drowsily, just to be met with silence on the other end.

"Remember to use protection," said the voice on the other end. Angel stood for a long moment, the phone still against her ear long after the police had hung up. Slowly, she placed the phone back where it should be.

As if in a trance, Angel proceeded to press herself against a wall, her forehead making an audible thump as it dropped against the bricks that held the house in place. The bricks that held her in place but did not seem to be doing their job. Slowly, she pulled herself away from her corner to walk mechanically to her loaf of freshly baked bread.

"I hope you're not vegetarian."

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Coffee, tea, milk, orange juice, fruits, bacon, eggs, ham, sausages, sliced bread, chocolate croissants, baguettes, Nutella, peanut butter, jam, scones and cream sat upon the long dining table. The fragrance of food filled the entire house with homely scents, almost disguising the rather apparent awkwardness.

The bell rang.

"Coming!" Angel called a little too cheerfully, putting down the wet cloth after cleaning the entire house for the third time - she was a nervous neat freak, that was for sure.

"How may I-" she began as she opened the door - just to slam it hard in her uncle's face. Angel pressed her body against the wooden frame, snatched a nearby envelope and threw it at the girls to get their attention - just to have the paper flutter uselessly to the floor, a foot away from where she stood.

"Evangeline?" her uncle called from outside. Angel opened the door a slither of a fraction, peeking the top of her head out into the world outside. "Aren't you going to let me in?" her uncle asked impatiently, scratching his unshaven chin.

"Uh... Uh..." Angel began. "We're on our periods!"

Her uncle blinked before slowly asking, "All of you? At the same time?"

Angel nodded quickly.

"Hey, where did you get that?" her uncle began, snatching Angel's wrist to stare at the ring that sat on her finger. The bat's black jewels glistened in the sunlight, its knowing eyes winking as if it had a secret to tell. Angel snatched her hand away, which was uncharacteristically rude and unfeminine of her. She felt strangely protective of her precious ring as she cradled it in her other hand.

"Nothing," she replied quickly.

"Are you sure? You sh-"

"Bye, uncle! WE'RE NAKED!" she yelled before ushering her Uncle Bob away and closing the door. Angel slid down the length of the wood to sit on the floor, trying hard to suppress her forced breathing. Her illness made her frail and it was worse when her heart beat too quickly. Today had been full of one too many excitements. Her breaths came in short gasps as she wheezed, burying her mouth under her palms so no one would have to know.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Annetta von Duerr


"Ah, push it - push it good. Ah, push it - p-push it real good. Hey! Ow! Push it good!" Salt n' Pepper sang from the speakers of her iPhone 5. Bloody hell. Annetta moaned, burying herself deeper into the mattress and the arms of two men whose names she could not remember and whose names she never would. Identities didn't matter, as far as she was concerned. All she cared about was the presence of appropriate body parts. Or not. She was always up for an unusual adventure.

Annetta reached over the naked skin of a blonde man - a model, if she'd remembered corrected - to fumble for her glowing iPhone. The room was incredibly dark which meant only one thing - either it was 3 freaking AM or the curtains had been drawn closed. Okay, that was two.

"Whaaaat?" she groaned, pressing the phone to her ear.

"We've found them," announced the raspy voice of a man who'd smoked too many cigarettes.

"Found what? Your manhood? Please, tell me more, tell me more. Does it have a car?" she sing-songed as she crawled over the sprawled bodies. Honestly, these people slept like Canadians. Ugh, Canadians... The very thought of- Oh lord, did she bed a Canadian? Two Canadians? Heavens help her, she would now have to sleep with a dozen more non-Canadians to wash away her sins. Oh woe was she.

"We've found the rings."

Annetta stilled, her smooth legs half hanging from the bed. "You are certain of this?" she asked.

"Yes, most certainly. I saw the Bat Ring with my own eyes." Well, that wasn't very comforting. The man was ancient, like, practically 25.

"Where?" she asked, anyway. Annetta pulled on her clothes, hopping about as she held her phone with her bare shoulder.

"On my niece," came the reply.

"On your niece," she repeated. "As in, on her? On, on her?"

"Yes."

"Daaaayyymmmnnn, boy's got his priorities straight. Wake up after a thousand years, deflower a young girl." Annetta clutched her chest and wiped an invisible tear from the corner of her eye. She kissed her fingers and held them up towards the sky beyond the ceiling. "Respect."

"He didn't- It. Not. No. She. He. They. I'm sending you the coordinates," flustered the voice on the other end of the line.

Bob was a funny guy.

After disconnecting the call, Annetta dialled a familiar number she'd taken the liberties of memorising. She was such an active leader - she remembered one phone number. Miracle. "Oh, baby," she moaned when he picked up his phone. "I need you right now. Put it in me. Please, oh god, I need you.

"I want food, you sick pervert. Tsk, tsk. You're such a naughty boy, Gou," she teased, laughing loudly. "Come pick me up and take me. I'll be waiting for you," she said in her sultry, breathless voice, kissing her palm before hanging up on her bodyguard. He was a real stick in the mud - but a real attractive stick in the mud. She had the privilege of seeing him shirtless and damn, boy had abs.

Opening the window, she swung her bare legs around to stand on the ledge, laughing manically as the wind threw her blonde waves against her face. She was dressed in little more than underwear and was very, very far from the ground but there was nothing like a morning dose of adrenaline. Looking behind her, she realised she was, surprisingly, very close to this "Evangeline" and her friends. Wonderful. It appeared she would not have to travel very far. Gripping the crevices of the building and scrunching her bare toes against the ledge, she began to scale downwards. She wasn't afraid because were she to fall, Gou would catch her.

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Jian Gui Longwei

"My magical staff," The witch replied slowly and Jian cocked his head in confusion. Had he spoken something wrong? Wasn't this castle belonged to her? Or was there someone higher controlling all of this? He opened his mouth, intended to ask what was wrong but the witch had spoken before him again, this time in a voice, so disturbing that Jian actually had to take a step back. What would this Witch do to him? "Sweetie, I don't think you know where you are," Yes, he did not know where they were, true but the Witch didn't need to rub it in his face. Jian tried to explain...

"Lady Sand Witch...we..."

"It's okay, whoopie pie. Mommy'll take care of you." The Witch said and put her non-bleeding hand on top of her- "Cease this inappropriate action this instance, Lady Sand Witch... I apologize for intruding your personal space. We will not do this again..." Jian looked away with a slight blush on his face and cleared his throat. Had people nowadays no shame? It seemed so. Depressedly searching for a way to escape this awkward situation, Jian nearly sighed in relief as his Mistress ran into the room. So, his Mistress had picked up his distressed signal. It was good. Maybe it meant that his Mistress was a good Witch.

"You!"

His Mistress yelled and pointed at him, the action made Jian become extremely reluctant to look up. Didn't his Mistress know that pointing at somebody was rude? Or was this considered an appropriate action as well? Jian remained silent as his Mistress continued in surprise. "Y-you're... No way... You can't be...! But... you're the same...! You're the man in the ring, aren't you? The one I dreamed about!" Oh, so his Mistress didn't know him then... So how could his Mistress know he was feeling uncomfortable and arrive here? Were his Mistress' castle and the Sand Witch's connected? This world was making Jian more and more confused by the second and he felt like-

"Oh...oh by the gods and all of nature that is...hooo...that is certainly a sight to wake up to."

The familiar voice nearly made Jian sag in relief. Alexander. His brother. His savior. Without another word, Jian took a big step forward and hid behind his brother's large frame. Alright, this way, he could calm down and start thinking normally instead of panicking like a headless chicken. Breathed in and out deeply, Jian felt his calm mask slowly returned. So, what did he know about this situation? Clearly, the Sand Witch and his Mistress were allies. Perhaps they worked in the same organization. That would explain why there was that strange device in his Mistress' chamber. What was their goal then? There had to be a point in all of this... they couldn't just... pick his brothers and him up randomly then wore them.

'They pick us to do chores'

The thought made Jian pause. It couldn't be, right? However, the more Jian thought about it, the more he found himself agreed with his own thought. In this world filled with Sand Witches and strange devices, maybe his brothers and he were just like... servants. It was a ridiculous thought. When his previous master was still alive, they were considered living weapons but now...It just... Would they have to lower themselves to the point of doing chores?

When Alexander started to laugh, Jian frowned and looked up. Didn't his brother realize what kind of situation they were in? They had to act professional. They were inside a castle of Sand Witches. They had to find a way to get out. Too focused on finding a way to fight off the Sand Witches, Jian didn't even notice a new girl walked up to him, gave him a ni-hao and touched his face. Jian jumped and exclaimed loudly "Nicolas Flames' fame! Please show some restrains! T-this action is un-unacceptable!" Touching his cheek, Jian muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear "Do Witches nowadays have respect for personal space?"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!"

Sabastien yelled to get everyone's attention and Jian shouted back, just as alarmed and panicked "T-this is madness... Th-these Sand Witches... they..." Too shameful to speak, Jian just squeaked out loud "They. She touched my face!" Covered his scarred face, the snake ring boy shook his head dramatically. In merely two hours, these witches had shattered his dignity. They were too dangerous. He had to tell his brothers to get out.

"Heilen der Wunde" Jian faintly heard his brother's voice called out the spell and healed the Sand Witch bleeding hand. Everyone just stared at each other for a whole awkward minute before-"OH MY FAIRIES! Oh Heavens, oh lord, oh holy balls of Mary," Jian jumped and pressed himself harder behind Alexander to hide. Now the witch was officially angry. They had to transform to save themselves. "I am sorry for eating that sandwich, Brian. I was hungry. I was just hungry."

The Witch's words were getting more confusing each second. The Sand Witch said she had eaten another... Sand Witch? Was it normal to each another of your kin? And what was a 'Bri-an'? The witch seemed to panic now and in a way, Jian could understand her. If she had just eaten another Sand Witch, surely that unfortunate Sand Witch's friends would be angry... Just like he would be angry if any of his brothers was eaten. But... did that mean... they were dragged into this mess, too?

"We must escape before the Flying Spaghetti Monster descends. We must survive - for the future of the humanoid species and the grandparents of our babies. We must go on."

The Witch hugged Alexander closely and Jian could feel another blush creep up his neck. What was wrong with these people? How could this Witch show such... sign of affection so... so... obviously? As he looked more closely, Jian realized that the Witch's clothes were very... thin. Actually, all of the other Witches' clothes were just like that. Was this place their bathhouse? Oh no, his brother and he had committed an evil act. He would surely be punished. A 'Flying Spaghetti Monster' (?) would surely come and kill them all.

"You, get all the cloth you can find. Zombies are afraid of 100% cotton."

The Witch pointed at him or behind him, Jian wasn't sure but he looked back anyway. The Witch had ordered him to find cloth to fight off the 'Zoom bee'(?) What was a 'Zoom bee' or was it 'zoom pea'? 'Zom pie'? And was 'cotton' a kind of weapon? Where could he find this weapon? But the Witch said that he needed to find cloth. Looking around the room, Jian suddenly realized he was wearing clothes. Clothes were a kind of cloth, correct? But he couldn't undress. That was shameful, what should he do? Maybe cloth was nowadays' synonym for another thing? The Witch had pointed behind him so maybe this 'cloth' weapon was behind him. Reluctantly turned his head, Jian caught sight of a strange object.

Maybe this was the weapon the Witch was talking about. With the speed of lightning, Jian grasped the object and hurled it all the way in front of the girl. "Is this the weapon that you need, Lady Sand Witch?" There was a strange liquid, brow and smelly in it, causing Jian to wrinkle his nose in disgust though he tried to smooth his expression. He had to be professional in his brothers' places.

Then the Witch picked up a strange device and began talking to it. Was it normal nowadays talking to objects? Jian's sharp ears picked up strange sounds such as 'police' and 'protection'.What was a 'Boo least'? And when the device replied that they needed protection? Did it mean they had to find a shield? Where did they have to go to find a shield in this world?

Finally, the witch seemed to be defeated as she leaned against the wall and said "I hope you're not vegetarian."

Jian's stomach automatically grumbled and the snake boy blushed, looking away. No, he was not a vegetarian.



After a lot of strange food that left Jian's stomach uncomfortably full, Jian sat awkwardly and stared at a material that had been identified as 'cream'. Could people nowadays eat this soggy thing without feeling sicked? Could people really eat this thing? Poking the strange material with his index finger and watched as it melted slowly on his finger, Jian grimaced in disgust. 'Such disgusting things...' He thought and put his hands on his lap, waiting for someone, anyone to break this silence. Looking at the nowadays' food, Jian suddenly wanted to throw up all over again at the thought of eating that brownish strange bread that went by the name 'chocolate croissants' or the goo thing that was called 'nutella' Apparently, people nowadays found it interesting to eat food that reminded people like him unpleasant things.

Suddenly, the alarm flared.

Jian jumped and stood up immediately, already jumpy because of today's activities. Was it the signal that their enemies were coming? He raised his fists defensively and gave a soft snarl. He would protect his brothers and his new Mistress. Was this the 'zoom bee'? Maybe he could analyse the situation more carefully so that he may sacrifice one of the other witches to save his loved ones and his Mistress. Should he transform back?

"WE'RE NAKED!"

The Sand Witch's voice brought Jian out of his stupor as the snake man could only gasp. Th-this Witch was so... bold. He cried out, trying to save the last bits of his dignity "No! I am not naked... How could you accuse me of being so inappropriate?" Turning back to face his brother and his leader, Jian whispered "Arron, brother, perhaps it is for the best if we simply transform and get out of this castle of madness" Tugging Quill's and Alexander's shirts, Jian tried to make them pay attention to him "This world is filled with so much madness... I need books! A lot of them..." Turning to face his mistress, Jian bit his bottom lip and said softly "We have to leave this castle, Mistress... I shall protect you with my life... This place is... crazy!"

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Nadine R. Valencia


Nadine's thoughts had all been fairly clear from the point when she had realized there was someone in the house. She had been at least half awake when she had run down to the parlor to find the rather bizarre situation unfolding there, and even when she had realized who exactly she was looking at, she had been fairly certain that she wasn't dreaming. Now, however... she had absolutely no idea whatsoever what was going on.

At first, a gigantic man came crashing into her from behind sending her stumbling into the room and falling flat on her face. By the time she'd gotten back up, it looked like somebody had managed to send Evangeline into her own unique brand of hysterics, as she was now bounding back and forth across the room, ranting something about zombies, spoons, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Nadine simply stared as all hell broke loose in the room, and soon found herself backing slowly up, using the big man who had just bowled her over as a bit of cover - he seemed to be either drunk or getting over a serious binge, so she didn't think he'd even notice her - hoping Eva wouldn't notice her and drag her into this madness, also. Glancing to her side, she noticed that she apparently wasn't the only one who had thought of this plan, as she found herself face to scarred face with a familiar blue-haired man. She simply gave him an understanding glance and a nervous smile, as though to say "Your guess is as good as mine."

Around that time, she noticed that the Asian man next to her was regarding her in a rather unusual manner. He was gazing with surprise at...

Nadine let out a quiet "eep" as it finally occurred to her that she hadn't changed out of her pajamas yet, and quickly dived into the nearest closet, her face scarlet with shame.

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At last, things seemed to have calmed down slightly. Evangeline had abandoned her ravings and had finally stopped attacking everything that got close to her, the shouting men had finally been calmed down by one who looked to be their leader, the blue-haired man had finally relaxed a little after Eva's antics, and Nadine had found a blanket in the closet with which to wrap herself so as to maintain at least some semblance of modesty - she couldn't simply go back to her room and change. Her curiosity and her manners wouldn't allow her to abandon the situation unfolding in the parlor. With this new garb, she had finally, nervously emerged, looking for all the world like a small child nervously clutching her security blanket.

Evangeline had quickly prepared a breakfast for everyone, and they had all ended up sitting down at the dining table and eating in a very tense, quiet atmosphere. Nadine had ended up trying her best to find somewhere out of the way to sit - preferably not too near to any of the strange boys, whose mere presence still had her on edge, even if she now understood who and what, exactly, they were - but despite her valiant efforts, had realized that the other girls probably felt the same way, and so had settled instead for sitting uneasily next to the blue haired man, gazing down at her plate without really eating much.

And then, all at once, the tension in the air finally reached a point where it could safely snap, for at that moment, the worst possible scenario for the girls took place: someone rang the doorbell.

In an instant, Nadine had shot to her feet, the full implications of everything around them taking hold upon her. Four girls in varying states of unclothing, four boys, early in the morning, too early for the latter to be visiting... Oh, nobody would ever assume this situation was anything but what it looked like. If that person at the door saw them now, then Nadine could safely say that her life would be over. Then... the boys needed to be hidden! But, wait, there were eight plates at the table rather than four! There wasn't enough time to clear them out, and she didn't think the boys would listen to them, anyway, since they seemed to have very little idea of where they were or what was going on. In that case, the person at the door had to be prevented from entering, but how could-?

Evangeline quickly found a solution, and, needless to say, it was in her usual, over the top style, coming up with the most embarrassing excuses she could possibly think of as Nadine's dark hair slowly slipped down over her eyes in a futile attempt to hide exactly how red her face was getting as her hands twitched impotently. What was Eva thinking?! She was supposed to be trying to keep their dignity intact, not humiliate them even more! If whoever it was at the door started telling people what he'd heard, what sort of weird rumors would spread? The thought of that was far too embarrassing to continue, and so Nadine quickly decided to do the only thing that seemed reasonable to her anymore: leave before anything else insane happened and she got dragged into it.

It seemed she wasn't the only one with this idea, however, for a voice next to her told her that the blue-haired Chinese - or was he Japanese, like Kyoko? Nadine couldn't tell - man had leaped to his feet and was voicing similar complaints to her own, begging the others to simply flee with him and escape from the insanity now. By the look of it, however, they didn't have the authority to do so. Maybe it was something to do with the rings? The note had said something about control, hadn't it? And the boys were referring to all of them as either "Lady" or "Mistress," so maybe they viewed themselves as servants to whoever owned the rings... Still, this could all be figured out later. Right now, Nadine had one goal: escape, and by the look of it, the blue-haired man she recognized had the same goal. However, one other thing he said gave her another idea.

"This world is filled with so much madness... I need books! A lot of them... We have to leave this castle, Mistress... I shall protect you with my life... This place is... crazy!"

She didn't show it, but inside, she was overjoyed. She had found her excuse for leaving. Nodding slightly, she began to speak, her words stammered thanks to the nerve-wracking situation she was in, but intelligible thanks to her newfound determination.

"Eh? B-books? W-well, I have a few, I suppose..." She began innocently enough. "Y-you might have seen them already. You were in my room, right? I-If you want, I co-" Her words were abruptly cut off by another shout from the door as Evangeline continued her frantic excuse making.

"We're naked!" She cried at last. Just at that moment, the gigantic man stood up and pulled an equally massive sword out of thin air, then began introducing himself in an incredibly over-the-top, old-fashioned manner. Nadine tried for a moment to take in the situation and its implications, and then at last gave up completely. As the door slammed in the entranceway, she was already nodding vehemently to the man who claimed to be her servant.

"You're completely right. Let's go somewhere else," Was all she said, the stutter gone from her voice as she turned away from the mayhem behind her, trying in vain to conceal the shame painted across her face as she slowly walked back towards the hallway from whence she had come, heading for the guest room she called her own. She glanced glumly back, as though to tell the blue-haired man "What are you waiting for? This is our only chance to escape, so let's make good on it, before Evangeline comes back and starts doing something even more ridiculous!" Then, she quickly shuffled away, hoping that either nothing would come of those ridiculous comments Eva had made, or that she would wake up and find out that all of this had just been a dream. Still, until such time as this was proven to be a delusion, she would just have to continue treating it all as reality. In this situation, the first course of action should have been to immediately discover the names, identities, and other relevant details of the strange boys, and to discern as many of the circumstances they were now in as could be done. And, now that they'd gotten out of the hell realm of chaos of which Evangeline was supreme god queen, perhaps Nadine could carry these things out after all? It would be much easier to ask this person, who seemed to be a lot like herself, than to wait for things to resolve themselves. And, if it was just a person to person conversation, maybe it wouldn't be as embarrassing as all of the noise downstairs...

Wait. Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait. A person to person conversation... between her and a strange young man... in her bedroom... when she was still clad only in her pajamas and a blanket...

Never mind. This was going to be just as embarrassing as the chaos downstairs, if not even worse. What had she been thinking?! Still, it wasn't like she could simply turn back now... She'd cornered herself, and now...

She suddenly felt very, very worried.

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Character Portrait: Madeline Yeda Character Portrait: Evangeline "Angel" Linetta Character Portrait: Kyoko Hoshimura Character Portrait: Quill Farris Character Portrait: Jian Longwei Character Portrait: Alexander Durmont
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Kyoko almost burst into laughter at the situation happening and was about to finally let it out when Eva tackled her to the ground, her apple flying out of her hand and across the room. Eva was ranting about saving herself and hiding. Kyo merely nodded and crawled out from underneath the ranting girl. Another boy had appeared by then and was yelling. She quickly departed from the kitchen and up the stairsafter that, thinking about the events unfolding. There are four boys in the room. Eva thinks the apocolypse is at hand. And-

"They. She touched my face!" She heard the blue-haired chinese guy yell, at this Kyoko let out a fit of giggle's. As she neared her room, Kyoko saw that the door was left open when she knew for sure she had closed. That probably means the sandy haired guy came from my room. She thought, shrugging as she went in and straight for the closet. "I swear he was staring at me too.." She mumbled under her breath and slid the closet door open with a loud crack.

The closet contained an assortment of sweaters, jackets, scarves, t-shirts, longsleeves, and jeans. Most of it was sweaters of all kinds, some hooded, some from asian brands, some checkered, and much more. T-shirts had many sayings on them, some were just plain, and Kyo selected one that was white with the saying, "Got Milk?". The jeans were few, but there were two pairs of blue jeans, two pairs of black jeans, one gray one, and three pairs of colored jeans. They were all skinny, as Kyo was rather petite. She choose a pair of black skinny jeans and slipped those on. A yellow sweater with the Japanese characters saying "NO WAY?!" and underlined. She completed the look with a pair of yellow converse and black nike socks, before shutting the closet once again with a crack. Kyoko skipped the mirror of course, and ran a brush quickly through the silky black waterfall of hair that framed around her face and body. The task was very tiring as her hair went past her waist, the ring on her finger also making it pretty hard as it tangled with the hair at times.

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Eva's yelling once again broke the silence in the upper part of the house and sent Kyo into another fit of giggles. By then Kyo had washed her face, brushed her teeth, and was already heading down to see if there was anymore food. A homely sent came from the kitchen, but awkward silence caused her to stay just outside the door frame. She was listening intently to what was going on.

"Four of them , each one remembering one of us. It would seem we have found our Mistress'." Kyoko narrowed her eyes at this. It seemed to her some responsibility was going to be involved in what was happening now and she didn't like it. Despite this feeling Kyo pushed it away and walked into the crowded room. The giant guy apparently had a sword in his hand and was bowing to Maddie. A blank expression was on Kyo's face as she walked over to the table to see what was cooked. "Neh...no rice Eva?" She said bluntly and grabbed a chocolate croissant despite her dislike for the mean. Food was food right? Kyoko then noticed that Nadine was slowly trying to get away, as well as asking the blued-hair guy to escape with her or something to her room. Kyoko shrugged it off and muttered under her breath to use protection. Right now anything that was happening didn't matter, or Kyo tried to act that way.

WE'RE NAKED! The chinese guy started to go into hysterics again.

The rice cooker set on one of the counter's in the kitchen was where Kyoko was next. The girl was craving some kind of asian food, as Eva's breakfast didn't seem appealing to her. Of course she should be worrying about the four guys in their house, but right now food was the only thing on her mind. Kyoko set a frying pan on the stove and poured some oil onto it, dumping at least five huge scoops of two day old rice onto the pan. She finished ten minutes later and scraped her cooking, fried rice, into a giant bowl and took a seat next to the sandy-haired guy, giving the guy a light wave. Kyoko began to devour the rice after that.

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Character Portrait: Madeline Yeda Character Portrait: Evangeline "Angel" Linetta Character Portrait: Kyoko Hoshimura Character Portrait: Quill Farris Character Portrait: Jian Longwei Character Portrait: Alexander Durmont
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Arron Furo


Arron knew that this was insanity was caused by the sudden appearance of them. "It's okay, whoopie pie. Mommy'll take care of you." she said clutching her breast, which caused Arron to blush and cover his eyes. "No no none of that please." he said hiding his bright red face. He never thought of women in the way that most men he knew would. He ignored all of them even though he would occasionally flirt with one for a few extra coins.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!" Quill shouted. "I don't even know Quill." he muttered under his breath slightly ashamed that he was listening to all of this and his mistress was clutching her breast and talking to Jian like a child. He looked at the boy and walked over to him and sighed. "Stick close and don't do anything rash." he said calmly then turned back to the women.

Arron sighed as the girl started to ramble on. "OH MY FAIRIES! Oh Heavens, oh lord, oh holy balls of Mary, I am sorry for eating that sandwich, Brian. I was hungry. I was just hungry." The poor boy was confused out of his mind, had he gotten an insane mistress or was this considered normal for this new age? His mind raced thinking of his brothers at the hands of four insane women.

It hurt his head as she continued rambling, then pulled out a device and started to talk to it, now he was positive she was insane. But he did hear voices coming out the other side which scared him. Were they backup to be sent in to kill them? If so he would risk running although he couldn't turn nor would he be able to live for more than a week without being close to the ring.

"I hope you're not vegetarian."

"Um not at all." he said nervously but, his stomach took over for that moment and proceeded to the table.

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Arron had ate his full of the strange food and let out a happy sigh as he closed his eyes for a moment. He thought about the girl who was freaking out. She seemed to control the other girls well, although she was freaking out she still seemed to have the others in control. He was gonna blend in with her as long as she could keep her cool.

"Bye, uncle! WE'RE NAKED!"

"Nope" he thought then pulled himself out of the chair and looked at the food he had just eaten. He had only touched the foods he knew which were tea and ham at the moment, although he did see the others try all of the foods. He then walked over and saw the girl panting and sighed then picked her up very gently, careful not to touch her in the wrong places as not to offend his new mistress.

He looked her over and she didn't look good. She was panting and covering her mouth as if she was tired but she had done nothing but answer the door at the moment. He sighed and gave her a faint smile. "Are you alright um mistress?" he said with a calm tone in his voice, ignoring Jian and his mistress talking about escaping.


Madeline Yeta


Maddie sat eating happily after the current fiasco with the boys and Evangeline freaking out about the apocalypse. She had changed from her nightgown to a simple black T-shirt and pair of jean shorts which fit comfortably around her waist. She ate her breakfast of sausage and eggs with a cup of coffee. She was quite happy with her size and liked to eat despite her current shape.

She kept eating then stopped and swallowed at the sound of footsteps. She looked to her right and saw the man who was on her sleep only about an hour ago beside her. He was a giant, standing what seemed like miles above her as he pulled out a sword which caused the blonde to let out a small "eep".

"I am Alexander Durmont. Lost noble to a old house. Fourth of my brothers. The last leviathan of the worlds waters and caller of storms. I am a servant , a protector and should the need arrise , a weapon bound to my oath and sealed to my ring and it's owner. As such , so long as you wear my ring , I am proud to call you my Mistress. Please look humbly apon me." he said then kissed Maddie's ring which caused her face her flush.

"Um alright, my name is Madeline Yeta. Um only daughter to a family of four." she said giving a faint smile but unsure of what to say. "Thank you Alexander, um can I please call you Alex it would be a lot easier. I will show you respect as my um servant." she then looked around at the others. "Can you please tell me why, and who your friends are and why are all of you here."

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Jian Gui Longwei

Jian visibly relaxed when he felt Alex's hand rested on his shoulder and a book was tucked into his opened palm "Thank you, Alexander" Jian whispered and touched the strange book, the texture felt cool under his fingertips. He cleared his throat, his cheeks heated up slightly. What was he doing? He was supposed to be the brain, the calm, cool and controlled person of the group... not panicking like this. His eyes met his Mistress' eyes as she opened her mouth and stuttered

"Eh? B-books? W-well, I have a few, I suppose..." Books? Where? Jian's dimmed eyes lit up but his facial expression otherwise remained unchanged. Trying to fight another blush forming on his cheeks when he saw his Mistress was awfully closed to his body, Jian tensed. "Y-you might have seen them already. You were in my room, right? I-If you want, I co-" His Mistress was rudely interrupted but Jian still could understand her nonetheless. He glanced at the snake ring on her finger, laying innocently and gave her a quick nod. If that was what his Mistres wished, he would do what she ordered him to do.

"You're completely right. Let's go somewhere else,"

Jian stood up and looked at his brother apologetically. An order was an order and he knew it. However, the snake man still felt reluctant to leave his brothers behind - his only safe place in this world of madness. He felt his Mistress' glance burnt his back and without another word, Jian turned away and followed his Mistress closely, still hadn't said a single word. His Mistress was truly amazing. She was, without a doubt, the most talented witch or alchemist of the world. All those traps that had prevented him were easily disposed of under his Mistress' magical fingers. And his Mistress didn't even seem to be tired from all the usage of her power.

Biting his lips when Jian arrived to his Mistress' sleeping chamber. The young man lingered next to the door for a whole minute, unsure what he should do. Was he allowed to go in? He couldn't...right? His Mistress sat down and suddenly, Jian looked away, his face became another shade of crimson as his Mistress' movements caused the cloth she had been wrapping around herself slipped down, her smooth skin visible under the sunlight from her window. Jian turned his back, refused to look into the girl's eyes as he stammered unconvincingly "M-mistress, I-I did not s-see anything..."

Still let his back face her, Jian tried to calm his racing heart and his reddened cheeks to speak without stuttering "M-my name is Jian Gui Longwei and I am... uhm... the snake ring. It is a pleasure meeting you, Mistress. From now on, as long as you still have your ring, your wish is my command, Mistress..." Trying to appear professional with the image of his Mistress' pale, smooth skin was harder than Jian thought but the young man tried anyway.

"M-mistress, would you mind... putting some clothes on?" Jian finally said, fidgeting uncomfortably. This was so confusing. This world made Jian act like a fool and he really hated it. Jian really disliked this situation. He was alone in the room with only a stranger as his Mistress. When Jian was still sleeping inside the ring, all he dreamed was a touching reunion where all his brothers and he himself had the same Master/Mistress. Not like this. And never this confusing.

Sighing softly, Jian pressed his back against the cool wall, trying to clear his head. He was the brain and the brain was not allowed to have emotions to cloud it. His brothers could be the heart and the soul for him and that was enough. Slowly, Jian's breathing slowed down and he stood rigidly, waiting for his Mistress to say something to break this atmosphere. His eyes studied the scene in front of him, taking in every detail he could find. Maybe looking at those objects could help him find some resembles of the life he once had. His hands unconsciously clenched the book Alex had given him and he opened it curiously only to snap it shut again. There were pictures inside. Pictures of women. Why had Alex given him something like this? Jian tried to reason and reassure himself 'Alexander must not have known what is inside this. He would never have given this to me if he had known'

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Nadine's heart began to slowly race as she entered her room, the footsteps of the unexpected young man following her ringing out like thunderclaps through the sudden comparative silence. The girl herself was starting to worry, wondering how she was supposed to react to this awkward pause, when the snake-ring-boy behind her suddenly stopped. She turned and glanced back, noting that he was standing hesitantly on the threshold of her door, frozen as though he had struck some sort of an invisible wall. Judging by that and the look on his face, Nadine quickly realized that he felt just as awkward about this as she did.

"A-ah... Sorry..." Nadine apologized quietly, a blush forming on her face as she turned her eyes away, gazing down at the floor where she stood at the room's center. "I shouldn't have... I didn't mean to make you... I..." Stammering, she began to fidget nervously with her fingers, unsure of what to say, at last finishing lamely out of a fear she'd never finish at all, compelled by the awkward silence all around her. "Sorry," She repeated at last. "I-if you want to, you can come in... But if you don't, I-I understand..." The flush covering Nadine's face darkened, turning to a deep scarlet as little pinpricks began to run up and down her body, prodding her with sudden, inexplicable feelings, like an itch she couldn't scratch, reminding her fully of the embarrassing nature of the situation she had trapped herself in.

A sudden reassessment of her position told Nadine that she was now standing right next to the unused bed at the center of the room, an object the proximity of which gave her a sudden surge of discomfort, as it, too, began to weigh on her mind, telling her again and again how awkward the situation was, and why. Grasping at nonexistent connections now, Nadine instead scampered over to her nest-like chair in the corner a little too quickly in a frenzied attempt not to embarrass herself and the man she was now entertaining as a guest. Sadly, it seemed this effort was doomed to failure also, since the moment she sat down, a flurry of movement from the doorway drew her attention, as she watched in momentary confusion, then dawning dread, and finally complete, crushing humiliation as the man spoke in a stammered, embarrassed voice that matched her own.

""M-mistress, I-I did not s-see anything..." He hastily affirmed, answering a question she hadn't asked. While that should have reassured her, instead it told her two things: firstly, that there was something to be seen, and secondly that he knew it, which meant, obviously, that he had, in fact, seen it, and was simply denying it in an attempt to preserve her dignity. While she might have appreciated the gesture, that appreciation was drowned out by overwhelming shame as she hastily pulled as many blankets over herself as she could, giving a quiet squeak of surprise as the blush on her face continued to deepen.

"A-a-a-a-a..." She stammered incoherently. "I-I-I'm sorry... I... I wasn't thinking, and I..." She got no further than this, her voice trailing off into muffled, high-pitched apologies that were so quiet and broken as to be completely unintelligible, suffocated equal parts by her shame and by the blanket she had pulled halfway over her face, held with trembling hands that were reddened by the humiliated flush that had expanded to cover her entire body. Although the man then began to introduce himself, his own words swiftly trailed off in much the same manner as her own had, leaving both of them in mutual, awkward silence, two ashamed voices trying and failing to speak the words they felt obligated to say. But, at last, the boy spoke, and said the words both of them knew had to be said, and both of them had dreaded equally, shattering the last vestiges of dignity the girl might have had left completely and utterly in that moment.

"M-mistress, would you mind... putting some clothes on?"

Before the words had fully finished leaving the blue-haired man's mouth, almost as though Nadine had simply been waiting for this moment to act, her hand forced and her mind made up instantly by the embarrassing request the man now made, several things happened at once. First, the girl gave a quiet gasp, as though caught committing a horrible crime, and the scarlet hue staining her face became more pronounced than ever. In the next instant, she had crossed the room in the blink of an eye, overturning the small tea table and the basket of the chair in which she had been seated, and scattering the blankets that had covered her across the floor. Covering what of her chest showed through her somewhat revealing nightclothes with one hand, she swiftly raised the other, grasping the door just outside of which lingered her follower, and pulled it closed as fast as she could, although she waited for the man to get the hint first, not wanting to strike him with the thick wooden portal as it shut it. She took the time in which the door remained open to offer a hasty apology.

"I'm sorry," Nadine said quietly, her voice sounding rather broken and hurt, and her countenance full of complete humiliation as she swiftly shut the door. Although it might have just been a trick of the light, it seemed as though a faint stream of liquid trailed from her deep blue eyes, a few well-mastered but ultimately triumphant tears of shame streaming down her cheeks. "P-please e-excuse me." And with that, she swiftly shut the door.

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For a few minutes, the door remained shut, and silence reigned supreme in the air, broken only by the occasional opening and closing of drawers, shifting of furniture, and muffled, indistinguishable sounds from the room's owner. Nadine might have been crying from utter dismay and discomposure, but if she was, she hid it well, silencing herself as best she could in a well-intentioned effort not to further embarrass her guest. And, when the door opened just a short while later, it was clear Nadine had done her best to make up for her initial faux pas. The room was once again in order, with the furniture that had been overturned in Nadine's initial start set back in its proper places, and the girl herself now properly dressed in a simple, long-sleeved white blouse and knee-length black skirt, beneath which she wore matching knee-high black stockings, and over all of which she had draped a soft white blanket as a sort of mantle out of a lingering sense of exposure and embarrassment. If her face had been stained by tears a moment ago, they had been skillfully brushed away, and did not appear to ever had existed, although a faint scarlet tinge still showed in her countenance. She opened the wooden portal softly, almost silently save for a quiet creak of the door's hinges as she slowly and uncertainly gave it a gentle push, allowing it to swing open, for the most part, on its own. Appearing from behind a crack in the slightly ajar entrance, she still seemed very nervous, a fidgeting hand placed against her pursed lips as she shyly motioned silently for the man outside to enter if he so wished.

"S-sorry..." She apologized yet again. "I was a bit surprised this morning... So I rushed out of bed without getting dressed, then got caught up in everything with breakfast and didn't have time to change..." Her words were softly spoken and slow in coming, but she had managed to overcome her seemingly constant stammer, at least. "Sorry to make you feel awkward... I didn't intend..." She trailed off again, and at last turned, opening the door a little wider behind her as she made her way back to the comfort of her corner, not wanting to make the man stand out in the hallway any longer, as well as trying to buy herself some time while she thought of something sensible to say to keep the conversation from lapsing into awkward silence. Then, she remembered: the man had introduced himself before, right? And, come to think of it, he'd been calling her "Mistress" the entire time. That felt... really strange. It was nice being respected, but she didn't like it. It wasn't a title she deserved, and so she decided that it would be best to introduce herself immediately and rectify the awkwardness in the conversation.

"Err... Sorry for not introducing myself before... I was a little... flustered..." She said weakly, turning herself around, but not averting her feeble gaze from the floor beneath her feet. "I-I'm Nadine. It's... n-nice to meet you... Jian?" She used the evidently Chinese - his features seemed somewhat Asian in appearance, but she'd guessed Japanese at first, to be honest - man's name uncertainly, not because she couldn't remember it - on the contrary, her recollection of such things was quite good, actually - but rather because it seemed a little strange, suddenly addressing him by his name. "E-er... do you mind if I call you that?" She asked nervously. "S-sorry. I'm not very good at talking to people." For what seemed like the millionth time, she yet again apologized, driven by an honest desire not to seem rude, but probably coming off as rather pathetic and insecure - which, really, she admitted sadly to herself, she was.

Yet again, she found that the conversation had taken a turn into awkward silence, and so she once more wracked her brains, searching for some way to make things seem a little less strained. At last, she settled upon her solution, deciding that right now it would be best to play the hostess and simply figure out things as she went along, instead of immediately trying to force a questioning. She had made the young man Jian feel uncomfortable enough as it was. It wouldn't do to continue this way.

So, pulling out the armchair opposite her own customary basket seat, she offered it to her guest, with a gentle, timid voice. "Y-you can have a seat, i-if you like..." She murmured, before moving over to the small cabinet in the corner. "Er... Would you like some tea? I could make some, if you want..." She once again volunteered, hoping she could somehow wipe away the shame of the past five minutes, but not finding in herself the courage with which to try and do so. As it was, she could barely manage to even keep on talking, her voice stifled by her fear and embarrassment. How was it that her friends managed things like this? How was it that anyone could cope with talking to another Human being they'd only just met? It was so difficult, so confusing... Nadine didn't think she could handle this, and yet, there didn't seem to be another option. As it was, her heartbeat was already quickening, her features swiftly becoming bathed once again in a blush that only deepened as time went on.

Nadine couldn't help it, nor did she even bother to deny it anymore. Interacting with people was something she simply could not do. She was, perhaps, the most awkward Human ever to walk the earth, and, in her opinion, when faced with a dialogue... she was completely, utterly, and hopelessly pathetic.

Sorry... Forgive me for being such a failure at social interaction... I'm trying my best, but I just... can't...! Was what she wanted to say, but she couldn't find the courage within her to say it. And so, yet again, the shut-in girl lapsed into pitiful, ashamed silence, not even capable of raising her eyes to the level of the gaze of the one who was supposed to be her servant.