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Meredith Grim

"Why does everyone assume I'm a guy?..."

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a character in “The Apprentice of Death”, as played by SilverHarted

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Full name:
Meredith Rachel Grim

Age:
"Older then you, I can assure you that!"

Gender:
Female

Species:
Goddess

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual





Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Eye Color (Calm):
Chestnut brown

Eye Color (Angry):
Luminescent yellow

Height/Weight:
"It's rude to ask a lady her weight... But I'll tell you anyways."
5'11"/150

Tattoos:
A Knight chess piece on her right shoulder blade:
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On her left shoulder blade she has this Queen chess piece:
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Scars:
"I'm a Goddess. I don't scar."

Powers:
~Collect souls with a simple touch if she wishes the person dead
~Has the ability to make and control her own self generated blue flame

True Form:
Meredith, when in her true form, looks like a mythical Goddess. Yes, she does still look like a human, but her hair isn't hair. Instead it is blue fire. She becomes 10 times more beautiful than her human form already is, and is extremely tall. Meredith becomes pale, and her eyes turn ice blue.





Personality:
[ {Cold, Proud, Sarcastic, Secretly loving}
Meredith has an interesting personality. She knows she's one of the highest of her kind, and tends to use that to her advantage. Being Xians sister, she's use to kinda getting what she wants. Something she almost always says is, "A lady..." as an excuse to not do something. Although, yes, she can be snobby and very rude at times, she secretly cares for anyone close to her. She's cold on the outside, but there's a sliver of kindness in her blackened heart that sometimes comes out. She always has a soft spot for her Apprentices, and if one of them ever manages to get lost somehow, it takes a major toll on her. She works hard on being strict, and so therefor doesn't like her ungod-like emotions.

Meredith also has a bad temper on her. All those thousands of years has taken away practically all of her patients. If she finds someone annoying, she'll be 10 times more rude to them then she normally is. Meredith isn't a big people person. Too bad her job (Or what she likes to called 'punishment') deals with the souls of dead or dying people...

Hobbies:
~Collecting souls
~Collecting souls
~Collecting souls
~Training Vaultarians
~Collecting souls
~"Oh... And did I mention collecting souls?"

Strengths:
~Her powers
~Her ability to pull away from emotions
~Death

Likes:
~"That's a good question... Nothing."
~"Maybe one or two of my Apprentices... If they're good."

Weaknesses:
~Xian
~The occasional human emotion that breaks through her façade
~Water
~Her anger

Dislikes:
~People
~Emotions
~Her Job
~At times Xian

Habbits:
~Tapping her foot when impatient
~Chewing on her nails
~Having a bitchy resting face
~Being rude





Brief History:
Born in the god world, Didonto, Meredith was a happy Goddess. She had an amazing family, a younger brother, and a lover. She was Heir to the throne over all gods and goddesses alike, and she spent her entire life training on strengthening her powers. She was going to be the perfect queen. Beautiful, poised, smart, angelic, but... She was emotional. In the land of Didonto, 'over exaggerated' emotions were frowned upon. It was okay to be happy, sad, and loving. To an extent. But Meredith was too... Kind. She refused to hurt anyone. It was unnatural and too human-like. Her parents, while training her, hopped that one day she would grow out of her loving state and learn that in order to have power she needed to be strict, hard fisted, and unforgiving. Meredith knew she could never let go of her kindness. She was constantly compared to her brother, who was 2,000 year younger than her. Her brother was a perfect ruler, the only reason he wasn't the heir was because he was the youngest.

After years of her parents trying to change her, they finally gave up. And upon giving up on her, they gave up on allowing her to be ruler. Taking away Meredith's political power they gave it down to her brother, Xian. It was her breaking point, seeing her troubling younger brother surpass her and become king of the gods. Right before her eyes everything was taken away from her. Her future, her power over others... The love of her family. She was shoved away, labeled a disgrace to the family name. Practically disowned and heart broken, Meredith made a choice. She made the choice to become the heartless monster everyone wanted her to be. She seeked vengeance against her parents, as well as her brother. The only thing that could kill a god was another god, as well as few other things. After years of perfecting her emotionless façade, and planning her revenge Meredith returned to Didonto. She was as cold as ever.

Managing to find her parents, Meredith killed them. She made sure it was as painful as possible. At this time she only had her one power of fire. Upon hearing the news of his sisters return, as well as his parents death, Xian confronted Meredith. Infuriated and mourning he didn't kill his sister. No, he did something much worse. He 'gifted' her with an extra power. The power to collect the souls of the dead. He assigned her to be the Goddess of Death, and forced her onto the planet named Earth, one of the lowest planets in the eyes of the gods. She was given a human form in replace of her Goddess body, only allowed to return to her true form once a year. Meredith was cursed to collect souls and train Vaultarians (Or fallen angels) to become demons, and collect the lowly souls, to either send them to another life of greatness, or suffering. Staying cold hearted and angry, Meredith never forgave her younger brother, and to this day continues to promise herself his head.





Face Claim:
Angelina Jolie

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So begins...

Meredith Grim's Story

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The "house" was silent as the grave which was typical in a house full of reapers in training, or vaulturians. Mor moved noiselessly down the stairs leading from her bedroom where she had spent a good amount of time lounging on the bed doing absolutely nothing. Not having any assignments was killer on her motivation. Because of this, she was ever grateful for the invention of ipods and smartphones. House music was currently filling her headphones which boosted her mood. Slightly.

She knew that Goddess Meredith was to be home soon and she wanted to be out and about when she greeted her. She moved to one of the plush couches in the large living room and laid out on it. She propped her boots up on the armrest of the large sofa and propped her head up with one of the overstuffed pillows. She didn't sleep, but man comfortable chairs like this made her wish she could.

She started humming the current song on her playlist while cleaning the dirt from beneath her nails with the pocketknife she constantly carries on her. Not that she needed it much beyond opening things or cutting off stray threads and other mundane things. She could kill with a touch! Well.. She was learning to.

The song was nearly finished by the time the door creaked open and Lady Grim walked in. She was practically a phantom herself with how quietly she moved. If the young Vaulturian hadn't been waiting for her, she wouldn't have noticed she was there until she spoke. And even then she only caught the last half of her statement after removing one of the headphones from her ear.

"Evenin' Milady." Mor greeted from her place on the sofa. She swung her legs around til her boots hit the ground and she sat up. "How goes the world of the living? Or... mostly living?"

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The phantom being that was the tortured remnants of Borisyuk Iogorevich sat, as he usually did in an old wooden rocking chair, reading. If sitting was the right term. It was more as though he simply took up the space above the chair, the black mass of his body billowing over and out of the chair whilst whispy, ethereal tendrils of himself moved gently around in the air, as though caught upon impossible drafts of air that simply could not be, nor should they even affect him. It was all but impossible to see him as ever being a living being, even his hands were little more than drawn shadows and who could truly say anymore if he even had a face under that mass of shadows? As his hands moved from page to page of the book it left behind the faint noise of ghostly wind that seemed to follow him every time he moved in the slightest, and the constant whispering of his own movements was more than a little annoying to him when he was trying to read in peace.

At the moment he was reading about the first world war, specifically about the war on the Eastern Front. It amazed him to no end that not even a century after his birth the war he had died in, that had consumed so many lives was not just overshadowed but almost entirely forgotten by the world in such a cataclysmic and pointless war. So many had died, and for what? How many Russians had gone to war, with priests at their backs saying that they were sanctioned by the Lord that their cause was just? How many lies from the mouths of priests and Tsars had been poured into his people? It was hardly any surprise the Russian people pulled from the war when they started to suffocate under the weight of their own dead. Could he blame them for turning on both church and Tsar when they realised just how far they were willing to go to turn their people into puppets? He supposed he could not, he was just sad that it too had to end in bloodshed. Had they not had their fill of death enough?

He heard the door open, the only noise other than that damnable humming his fellow Vaultarian was making. Could they not listen to whatever rubbish was playing from their device in peace without also having to share it with him? He was it was Meredith returning from yet another of her... Ventures. He had no love for the being that called herself a goddess. How could he love something that was the direct opposite of what he had spent he wasted life praying to? Especially when it also forced him to linger in the world, trapped in his horrific form when he would much rather face oblivion than know just how much death there was in the world. Yes all must one day wither and die, but he didn't see why he should be the one to be the result of it.

Any hope for his read in peace was shattered by both Meredith and Morrighan talking, no doubt it would mean the start of a long winded conversation. He placed the book down on the floor next to his chair, taking note of the page he was on before looking up.
"You are both far too cheerful for what we do." His voice was thin and raspy, like wind blowing through a long tunnel, yet it still had that all too familiar thickness of the Russian accent that wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

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Meredith looked at the two present Vultarians in the room. The fallen angel, Morrighan, was the first to greet her, sitting on the couch. Meredith would never admit it aloud, but she was slightly fond of the black-winged angel, because she was one of the few angels who respected her. The Russian Wraith, Borisyuk, was 'looking' at them, a book in his hand, which he soon put down when Morrighan started talking. Meredith was less fond of the formless being, seeing as not only did he basically worship her brother- though by a different name -but he also seemed to greatly dislike her, and his job.

She looked back to Morrighan, nodding a bit as she replied, "It was quiet. Most didn't go out with a struggle, accept one man... I liked his bravery, so I made sure he got a good place.... Up with my brother..." She hesitated to mention her brother, still bitter about what he had done to her, even if it was thousands of years ago. She can hold one hell of a grudge. When her second Vaultarian spoke up, she looked at him with an annoyed look, one of the more common emotions that cross her face. "Just because we weren't born human doesn't means we enjoy what we do. We've simply come to quickly accept the situation we're in, seeing as we can't change it," Meredith snapped a bit, slightly glaring at her student.

It's true, she really does hate her job, but at times it can be tolerable, and at very few times it can even be fun. Not the collecting the souls of the dead, but rather figuring out what necromancer could seriously cause such a wide spread illness. Frankly it fascinated her, and she would much enjoy talking with whoever's responsible for releasing creatures of lore, as well as a plague. Meredith walked to the open kitchen where she washed her hands. The only thing really separating the kitchen from the common room was a long table, and some chairs. As she finished drying off her hands, she turned and looked at the two students. "Also, I've gotten word that soon we will have two new Vultarians joining us. Borisyuk, this might interest you, one of them is a female from the first World War."

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Morrigan was closing and placing her pocket knife in between her dress and her shirt and began rolling up her headphones in order to place them in her drawer upstairs. When Meredith mentioned her brother, Mor's hands twitched violently, and the headphones went flying over the coffee table. She clutched them tightly together and lowered her gaze. She would not show fear. Not to that Russian... thing in the chair. She hadn't even noticed he was there when she came in. She stood and grabbed the headphones, wrapping them up once more. She knew what Meredith's brother's place was like. It might be happy for a human at the end of their lives, but for this vaulturian, this fallen angel, it might as well be hell below.

"I'm glad he's at peace." Was all she said.

"You are both far too cheerful for what we do." rasped the phantom. She glared at him, her eyes shooting ice daggers. Not that they would do anything to him. In fact he would probably roll his eyes at her if he had them, but it made her feel better.

"We give people peace. We end their suffering. How is that so terrible? The only time it's different is when they fight." She felt something dark twitch inside her. Something that had been there since she was tossed from the skies. Something that would probably make other squirm. Not these two. She grinned broadly. "Then it's just more fun."

Meredith announced that another would join them. Another human, but female. "The more the merrier, I say. With this plague going around I'm beginning to feel a bit overworked." She wasn't exactly telling the truth, but from time to time, the muscles on her back flared with pain. Although, that could be from the change in her wings.

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If he still possessed the capacity to, Borisyuk would have scoffed at Merediths words. The fact they came back to this place of false luxury was proof enough to him that she took very little actual interest in her duty. It was almost pitiful, or else would be if it were not so insulting to him. Everything she was represented every word of the faith he had turned his back on, her very being an affront to that which he had dedicated his life to and now he was forced to serve her in death she made no attempts to remedy her insulting nature.

If his fellow Vaultarian thought that giving him a foul look would have any effect she would be sorely disappointed. He had been threatened in life by more larger and much more desperate people armed with much more than angry looks and... wires, he still had not bothered to remember what exactly the things that played tinny music were called, he supposed if he could actually use them himself he might have cared for it but alas he was trapped in a phantom form in a state of unlife and trapped with two otherworldly beings that would have once caused him to fall to his knees and hurriedly begin to pray.
"We give people peace. We end their suffering. How is that so terrible?" He fixed the red points of grim light that were all that remained of the afterimages of his eyes on the girl.
"You do not know what it is like to die. Neither of you do, you have not had to lose everything because of something you cannot change. You two can never know what it is to be mortal. That is why it is not 'fun'."

His attention was sharply drawn away however at the mention of a new soul joining them, and from the very era he had been reading about in fact. If he still had skin it would have crawled in goosebumps at the coincidence of it all. But then again, he had never been a great believer in coincidence, before he had trusted in Gods plan. Now he didn't know what it was that truly drove the universe, but it certainly was acting under random chance.

Still, to be able to speak to someone who would understand him for once seemed a greatly relieving idea. Especially from one who lived so close to his own time, if he was lucky her grandmother might have known someone who fought in Crimean War, it would certainly be interesting to find out. He was hopeful at least that it couldn't be entirely terrible. A new face would at least give him something to distract himself from reading the depressing future of his people.

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Meredith tried not to let Borisyuks comment on not being able to feel the distruction of dying, of losing everything, bother her. The irritated look was back on her face, her eyes changing slightly to a more golden brown. She looked to Morrighan as she made the statement of being over worked. Her face remained blank for a few seconds, accept for the slight annoyance, trying to make the connection of being over worked to being a joke. It took her 10 seconds before she realized that the angel was just being sarcastic. "Oh, I get it now," She said, snapping her fingers and pointing to Morrighan.

She glanced at Borisyuk, realizing that his formless being looked slightly excited, or to the say the least nostalgic, over the information she just gave him. Meredith knows Borisyuk was in the war, not fighting it, and had seen a lot. She remembers the war, seeing as she was also there, but in all honesty it wasn't one of the best wars she had been to. Americas Civil war was rather interesting to watch, seeing as the entire thing was based off the stupidity of man... Or is that every war?

"Also, in the morning I'd like to go around and search the woods. I think we should try and find one of the unnatural creatures, like Krampus... Maybe he could tell us why he's come out of the story books?" Meredith suggested. Although she was genially curious about Krampus, and all the other creatures, she knew she had to let the Vaultarians practice their powers, not only the ability to suck a soul out of something, but also to generate a ball of energy, which comes out as a flame. The colors very from being to being. For example hers is a deep blue, but she's seen florescent pink, red, orange, black, even white. The most common color is green, however.

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Morrighan looked at the cloaked phantom, her face somber and sad. "You'd be wrong about that Borisyuk." She reached back with her hand and rubbed the spot where her beautiful white wings used to be. "Very, very wrong..." There was a ten second pause before Meredith snapped her fingers and pointed to Mor saying, "Oh, I get it now," which instantly snapped Mor out from the funk that was beginning to descend on her. She laughed loudly and grinned at her master. "Took ya long enough, Mistress Grim." She sat back against the sofa, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Some might say you're getting old." She meant it as a joke and she hoped her master would take it that way.

"Also, in the morning I'd like to go around and search the woods. I think we should try and find one of the unnatural creatures, like Krampus... Maybe he could tell us why he's come out of the story books?" Her master suggested. Morrighan's blood chilled. A Krampus? There's a Krampus running about. She shivered, all her joking forgotten. "You're sure it was a Krampus? Not some giant goat that learned to walk on two legs?" She knew Meredith was almost never wrong, but a Krampus?

Out of all the things in the world, that had to be the thing running around. Granted, there were things worse than a Krampus, but not much. At least it would prove to be a good training lesson.. Or a good way to die. Either way, she swallowed her anxiety and forced a smile. "Well you can count me in."

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Krampus? Now that was not a name he heard much, let alone read a great deal about. He had to think for a moment before he could actually remember what the name actually meant. It came to him all of sudden like a crashing wave of knowledge. Krampus was supposed to be the shadow of Saint Nicholas who came in his place to punish the wicked on Christmas or something to that effect. He never really took much stock of such legends when he was alive as he used to feel that only the Lord and the Saints were the ones that mattered, what dark spirit could possibly harm him if he had their protection? Of course now he knew all of that were lies of falsehoods given to the fearful by the afraid.

He supposed there might have been many more hidden truths in the ancient scriptures that weren't covered by dogma, at least there may have been once. But long ago the Church became as corrupt as the agents it preached against, who knows how many useful things were lost because of their intervention. Perhaps he could have gained something a bit more useful than a name and a little bit of information on this mysterious creature had he been able to read the original texts. Still, it was enough for him to have that bare amount at least. Better to know a little than nothing at all.

"Well you can count me in." Again, a snort of derision would have escaped from the throat of the spectre if he had the ability to do so. In fact it was likely a miracle he was able to speak at all in the first place. Thoughts of anatomy aside, Borisyuk despised how cheerful the girl seemed to be all the damn time, he couldn't understand just why either of them were able to find anything in the world around them to make them even want to try to hold up the falsehood of happiness. Was his form not evidence enough that the truth of the world was dark, depressing and cold. The impersonal nature of death should sober anyone who was the aspect of death itself in his mind.
"You speak as though we have a choice in where we go anymore."

Did they have a choice beforehand? Or was it more likely that their lives were brewing them to this point before their inevitable point of no return wherein they are forced to become little more than monsters? He supposed it was entirely likely that this was indeed the truth, that for all the preaching and praying and trying to do good he had done in his life it had all been pointless with this destination already planned ahead of him. How could anyone find anything happy with such truth facing them.

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Meredith watched the fallen angels features when she mentioned Krampus, seeing the chilled fear. When Morrighan asked if she was sure about that identity of who she wanted to seek out Meredith scoffed. "The only other goat-like creature I can think of is a Jersey Devil, and it's defiantly not that. I am one hundred percent sure that it is Krampus. Plus nothing has horns like he does, so." She looked to Borisyuk when he commented on the 'mission'. She simply shook her head, knowing his statement was rhetorical, and not even sure if it was meant for her, or Morrighan, who cheered up quickly and said that she wouldn't fail.

"Something you should know about Krampus... He fights with a very unique weapon... He fights with demonic living toys. That and heavily hallucinogenic fog, which surrounds him. So don't trust anything you see, until we've managed to get Krampus out of the fog, and into a safe place. Note that if I try to stop you while we try to get to him, then it's not me." She looked between her two vaultarians, a grim look on her face. She added, "The fog is about a mile in every direction, so you'll want to run once you go into it." With that she walked away, going up the stairs, and into her 'living' quarters. Sighing she sat down at her desk, and started to work through some papers, all of them progress reports, as well as letters from pervious vultarians who had taken a liking to Merediths teaching. She worked on these for the entire night.





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It was late afternoon when Meredith took her students out of Grim Sweepers to travel out of town. She was dressed in her usual clothing, a cloak, long sleeve shirt, long pants, and high boots. It took them about thirty minutes to walk out of town, along the way taking a few souls with her, and when they got out they walked along the main road for another thirty minutes before veering off into the woods. They were dangerous, filled with wolves, bears, bandits, and now mythical creatures. Meredith hoped that no Unicorns had come from the books. They were extremely territorial, and their horn was sharper than any sword.

It took the three a while to get deep enough into the woods to become majorly worried of getting attacked by Camazots or Jersey Devils. The group walked around for a hour or so, and by then it was well past dark. Meredith was the first to notice the sudden wall of fog in front of them. To mortals, they would think it was just some weird weather, and continue through it, but as she explained to Morrighan and Borisyuk the night before, it had nothing to do with weather. Meredith grabbed a scarf that hung around her neck, and covered up her lower face. She looked to Morrighan, saying through her scarf, "If you cover your face it'll prolong the effectiveness of the fog, so you'll have more time to keep your whit's." She looked over to Borisyuks figure. "You should be okay for a while, but it'll find a way to affect you, trust me." Looking ahead Meredith knew this wasn't going to be easy. It was easy to get lost in the fog, and if you were mortal it would be easy to get killed. "Whatever you do, try not to stop for too long, and just keep running straight. Krampus will be in the center. If I find you, and think it's the real you, I'll tell you something that Krampus wouldn't possibly know. You guys should do the same if you see one another, and think it's the real ones." Death took a deep breath, frowning under her scarf. "Good luck, and try not to get too badly injured..." With that she walked into the fog, disappearing.

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Morrighan was ready long before it was time to leave. She had laid out her outfit the night before. She loved the fashion of humans. In "heaven" it was all robes and armor. There were so many different things to wear down here and she as going to live it up.. so to speak. When Meredith came to collect her, she had just buttoned her cloak up. She left the collar loose for the time being because it had a tendency to make her claustrophobic. She followed her master through the streets, making sure to keep well away from the Russian. It was always colder near him.

They came to the forest just after dark and a fog began to descend around them. Meredith warned them about the Krampus and encouraged her to cover her mouth. Morrighan nodded and watched after her master before buttoning up her cloak all the way. "Don't die... again." She warned the Russian specter before taking off into the fog. She did as Meredith instructed and continued to run through the fog. She secretly hoped she wouldn't come across the Krampus in here before they could lure him from the fog.

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Meredith walked a few feet before picking up her pace to a jog. It would take her about 5 minutes to get to the center of the fog, without any distractions. Lips pursed she looked around, breathing in the sweet smelling mist. It was damp and cold, cold enough that there was a light frost covering everything, which got thicker the farther you went in. Two minutes into Meredith's jog she stopped, seeing a small figure in her way. It was just a shadow in the fog, about the size of a toddler, but it had... Ears like a bear? Meredith's eyebrow went up as she took a ginger step forward. Looking at the shape of it she knew that it was in fact not a human toddler, its head too oversized and there was no fingers at the end of its hands. As she got closer she could see that the figure was a.... Teddy bear?

Mer frowned, looking at the teddy, which had a small smile, and large eyes that were meant to look adorable. Instead it just looked creepy. She tried to side step it, but it moved in almost perfect sync with her, its smile getting wider each time Meredith tried to move around it. Finally, getting annoyed, she took a step towards it, thinking that she could just punt the stupid thing out of her way. That's when its smile grew impossibly wider, and it kept growing. Its head almost split in half, the smile splitting skin and bone, until it was almost all the way around its head. With a terrifying gurgling growl it launched itself at Meredith, mouth wide, showing rows and rows of teeth. Meredith let out a surprised 'ah' as she leapt to the side, landing on her shoulder. She quickly rolled just in time to see the bear leap at her again, its mouth ready to latch onto her face. "Fuck off!" Meredith yelled, her hand going up and shooting out a ball of bright blue fire. It struck the bear right in the chest, causing it to fly off course and slam into the ground next to Meredith. She didn't stick around to see it burn, knowing it would be dead within seconds.

Continuing on her course, Meredith jogged at a steady pace, but stopped when she realized something... She was hearing foot steps that weren't hers. Looking around she started to walk again, and once again she could hear the second set of feet. She stopped, and turned around. There was nothing behind her. When she turned back around she let out a surprised yell, a face inches away from hers. She pushed herself back, falling and landing on her butt. Without warning the face that was so close to her launched itself at her. Meredith raised her arm to protect herself, the figures mouth painfully clamping down on her forearm. It was a clown, dressed as a Jester. Meredith flung the thing off, and was just about to shoot a ball of fire at it when another one suddenly clamped right back onto her arm, this time on her elbow. She let out a pained growl, punching the clown right in the nose, sending a blast of fire in its face. It burst into blue flames, squealing in pain. Meredith then shot the other one, which was creepily running at her. She could hear more foot steps around her, so she quickly got up and started to sprint.

Something grabbed her blue cloak, ripping it from her throat. Meredith gagged, the chain keeping it on her refusing to break for a few good seconds as she battled against whatever had a hold of her cape, but right before she felt something swipe at the back of her head she broke free. Meredith didn't stop running until something forced her to stop. It was Borisyuk, who had tackled her. His blank form raised its arm, a ball of fire starting to form in it. "The power of Christ compels you!" Borisyuk yelled, about to slam his palm against Merediths chest. Mer didn't waist any time, shooting her palm out and slamming it into Borisyuks chest. It sent him flying, the place where she hit burning in blue flames. The figure landed on the ground, but instantly burst into fog. Meredith breathed heavily, looking around. "...Well I'm glad he was fake... But it looks like my mask is no longer of use," She mumbled, groaning as she got up. Her bloody arm hurt like crazy, as well as her bleeding neck and sore back. Cracking her neck Meredith jogged on, knowing she was getting close to Krampus if he was attacking her with her own students.

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Having to find and possibly fight a mythical creature wasn't exactly the ideal way to spend an afternoon, but then again he didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. Had anyone been looking at the party it would have looked rather strange, what with two black clad women dressed more fore robbery than anything else, accompanied by a figure that floated about a foot off the ground. Well it was particularly difficult to do anything but float when you didn't actually have any legs and you seemed to generate ghostly wind whenever you so much as moved.

So the prospect of entering a fog that would mean he would have to move quickly didn't do great for his confidence. He wasn't exactly able to move very quickly. Sure he could twist and shift around as quick as a kite if he wished but actually moving forwards was a little bit trickier. He was just glad that the fog would have less of an effect on his spiritual form, he had to take the small victories when he could he supposed. He watched Meredith enter the fog, half expecting something to lash out and snatch her away, mores the pity.
"Don't die... again." She could mock him all she liked, what did she know? A seemingly immortal creature who thought themselves so much above him, who thought he was nothing but a joke and a tool. He couldn't help but think of the Tsars on that, they too had thought themselves untouchable and that didn't go down too well.

He was the last to enter the fog and instantly wished he was out of it. It was reminding him far too much of the mists that came up the coast some times in Crimea, he could still remember walking with one hand out and the other clasped around a bible. Listening to the footsteps around him and hoping that he didn't suddenly walk into the back of some officers horse, they only barely tolerated his presence half of the time and walking into them wouldn't do him any good.

The air around him was horribly still and silent, other than the infernal wind that refused to go away even now. If he looked closely he could swear he saw the fog shifting slightly around him in response to it, perhaps he was actually creating wind around himself just by moving. It would certainly be interesting to find out. He must have been hard to spot in the fog, a fact he was actually glad for, a black shadow drifting past in the thick white fog, only the red points of light that were his eyes gleaming out into the void, most likely shining brightly against the fog.

He halted suddenly as he heard a loud thunking coming from behind him. He twisted in midair, trying to peer through the impossible fog to see just what on earth could be making that noise. Whatever it was it was getting closer until it burst out at it. It was a giant matryoshka doll, a leering face looking down at him with sickening glee. Evidently Krampus thought himself some form of comic to try to attack him with a Russian doll. He hardly got a chance to comment on it before the doll suddenly jumped off the ground and leaped at him. He shifted out of the way as it landed down with a crash, at least that explained the noise it had made. He turned back to see the top half swing round to look at him, before it suddenly separated from the base and jumped towards him. He narrowly dodged being trapped under the dolls top half, spinning under it like a fish under a shark. He should have expected something like that to happen.

He barely had time to collect his thoughts before the small doll that had been waiting inside sprung out at him, forcing him once more to slip out of the way. The process repeated itself, with the doll leaping, splitting and leaping again. Each time Borisyuk narrowly managed to dodge out of the way, barely avoiding being crushed or trapped under a dome. He couldn't keep it up forever though, try as he might, the doll was getting quicker and quicker every time a smaller one jumped out at him and even if he managed to dodge every single one of them what was stopping them just reforming and coming at him again?

Borisyuk waited until the latest doll was leaping out of its shell before he turned and moved away, floating as quickly as he could into the fog. Listening to the gentle thumping receding behind him, he would never have had been able to escape the full size monster but this smaller incarnation couldn't leap nearly high enough to keep pace even with him. It wasn't long until the sounds of pursuit vanished behind him all together and he slowly realised that he had been completely turned around, with no idea which way he was even going any more, nor where the middle was. He decided to keep going onwards in the same direction, if he were lucky he would simply burst out of the fog somewhere and try again.

He stopped short as he saw a figure standing ahead of him. Their outlines were hazy and didn't seem all like they should even be there, but still the figure just stood unmoving. As he drifted closer, moving slowly just to be on the safe side, he saw the familiar black jacket of a Russian dragoon. That just shouldn't be possible, he thought to himself, several centuries and thousands of miles separated these two places, yet here one was, clear as day. Slowly the man turned side on and he saw it was the face of Solomin, an old friend of his from Crimea. But how? He had seen the man die, how could he be here of all places?

And then Solomin turned fully to look at him and he saw that terrible wound that had slowly killed him. Nearly half of his face was missing where a stray musket shot had struck him before the battle had begun, sheer chance had made him the first of the cavalry to fall, even before they were sent into the breach. He had been only a few feet away at the time, giving a pointless sermon on how God was with them and they were his children. Solomin died hearing his lies and believing that he was going to be guided by the hand of a god that neither existed nor cared.

The man before him, with half a twisted and bloody face grimaced at him and began to move towards him, Borisyuk became aware of the cavalry sabre in the dragoons hand, fresh and unbloodied. Solomin snarled at him as he came, picking up speed.
"Лжец , вы сказали нам, что мы были выбраны." He hardly realised that the man was speaking Russian to him, his own native tongue, he had become used to hearing the boringness of the English language that it took him a moment to even begin to respond, a pause which allowed his old friend to get only closer.
"Нет, я только сказал, ложь , я думал, было правдой" Solomin didn't even try to argue with him before he lashed out with his sabre, just barely missing Borisyuk as he spun over his head. The dead dragoon spun quickly on his heel and lashed out with the sabre again, causing Borisyuk to slip backwards, shifting around again as a return stroke almost cleaved straight through him. The next attempt to slay him, a thrust of the sabre this time was finally enough for him to fight back. His left hand lashed out and grabbed hold of Solomins wrist just before the blade could touch his ghostly form, whilst his right clasped around his bloody throat. He floated upwards, holding the struggling man a few feet above the ground. He could feel the strain all throughout his otherworldy being at having to exert so much energy to so much as lift the man, let alone maintain the height needed to throttle the life out of him.

He was shocked to see that rather than the choke in his grasp, the flailing dragoon simply began to melt away into the fog until he was left grasping at empty air. He slowly remembered Merediths warning that the fog would find some way to affect him eventually. He must have wasted his immunity trying to evade the doll from earlier and now he was was much at threat to it as any other. He needed to move quickly lest he was assaulted by another vengeful ghost of his past. He plunged back into the fog once more. He could hear hurried footsteps running parallel to him to his left. He looked to see a dark clad figure, though he had no idea if it was Meredith, Morrighan or yet another phantom trying to torment him. He made no attempts to approach but if it was one of his companions he hoped they didn't attempt to assault him in turn. He had already endured enough in this fog.

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As Morrighan ran through the fog, she heard a thumping coming from her right. Somewhere to her left, she heard a woman--probably Meredith--yell, but she couldn't make out the words. She didn't bother to stop. Something caught her foot, sending her tripping and falling face first into the dirt. She fell, hard. That's going to leave a mark, She thought as she pushed herself up. She looked to see what had tripped her, but whatever it was had vanished into the fog. She was a little relieved. At least it wasn't a body. Especially a body of one of her comrades.

She pushed herself to standing, her knees bloody from the fall, and took a step to run forward, but saw a shadow blocking her way. It was a giant box, probably half her height and covered in children's drawings. Something was off about them though. They looked twisted and nightmarish. Or maybe it was just the fog. Then she saw it: the turn crank.

She sucked in a breath. It's a Xian-damned jack in the box.. She thought. She took a step around it and the crank began to turn and it's tune began to play. She kept walking. The song echoed through the fog, following her every step. Then, suddenly, it stopped. She heard a loud boom and turned quickly to see a small shadow racing towards her. Before she could turn to run, she shadow jumped high and far and landed on her leg. It was the jack.

Its eyes were crazy and red, nearly glowing in the fog. His jester clothing was ripped to shreds revealing... were those bones underneath? The bells on its hat never chimed, but clinked with broken bits. And in his hand was a long, ugly dagger. She cursed and kicked as the thing cackled and lifted the blade above her shin. Right before it made contact, she whipped her leg around and sent it flying in the direction of the box. She took off at a run. The air filled with the same haunting tune, but she wouldn't stop. No matter what she heard behind her. Then she felt something knock her to the ground and something sharp stabbed into her back. She bit back a scream as her blood soaked into her cloak and the thing pulled the dagger out. She rolled, attempting to knock the thing off, but it jumped instead. As soon as she was facing the sky (or the fog filled air), the thing jumped at her again. She pushed him back as much as she could, feeling the dagger knick her checks, hands, and neck, but thankfully never anything worse.

She knew tossing it off was no good so she thought to grab the dagger from him. It sliced open her palm in the process, but she managed to grab it and wrench it free from the things small hands. She turned the blade around in her hand and brought it down fast towards the creature. Time seemed to slow as he waved right before he vanished into dust and the blade, instead, came down into the muscle of her thigh. This time, she did scream. She pulled lightly on the blade, but the pain was too intense. So she left it and continued forwards. She suddenly worried about the others. If they were worse off. She prayed to any deity listening, real or imaginary, that they were better off than she.

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Meredith heard the high scream, causing her to slide to a stop, the waxy leaves under her boots sliding underneath her. Meredith looked in the direction of the scream, not sure if it was real or the fog playing tricks on her. She heard the scream again, this time right next to her. Meredith jumped back, sharply in hailing as she looked to see Morrighan in front of her. Except... It wasn't the Morrighan she knew. This one had... Blood all over her. She was screaming and crying, falling to the ground as the back of her shirt showed a blood stain, which grew as something tore at her shoulder blades. It was as if something wanted to get out. Meredith's instinct was to help her student, ask what was wrong and worry about her, but she pushed the feeling back, and instead took a ginger step backwards.

Morrighan continued to scream and cry, begging for Meredith to help her. Death stood her ground, her eyes wide as she watched her student writhe and curl up into a ball on the ground. The shape of wings trying to push out of her skin became clear as she cried more. "Mer-... Meredith help me! Oh god it hurts, Meredith please help me!" Morrighan cried out, tears streaming down her face. Meredith just watched in horror, not even noticing the bow and arrow that was in the girls hand. By the time she did realize that Morrighan was armed, the arrow was already piercing through her right shin. Meredith let out a surprised gasp as she stumbled back, the arrow, which was covered in purified water, burned worse then any fire. Meredith fell onto her right knee, grabbing a low tree branch, trying to keep herself up. She wanted to scream in pain, the tears burning the back of her eyes. Morrighan's wings, full out, flexed as the fallen angel stood up, grinning evilly as she strung another arrow.

Meredith struggled to keep her vision focused as she hurriedly grabbed at the arrow still in her shin. Morrighan was starting to walk forward, pulling the string back. Right before she was able to relies it, though, Meredith ripped hers from her leg, and slammed it into Morrighans hip. The girl let out a shriek, falling to her knees. Death grabbed the arrow that was in the bow, and slammed it into Morrighans neck. She burst into a hill of fog, which instantly spread out. Mer breathed heavily, the place where the bow touched her hand bubbled and fizzed angrily as it burned, and the piercing through her leg was finally starting to calm down, the burning subsiding but the pain still excruciating. Meredith eventually stood up, her breath heavy as she grabbed one of the many belts from her pants, tightly wrapping it just above the wound. She bit back a pained yell as she pulled the belt as tight as she could. With as much strength as she could muster, Meredith moved on, limping heavily.

She didn't stop walking, even when she heard a quiet lullaby being played. It was something that sounded familiar, like she heard it before. Mer kept going, knowing she was getting even closer to Krampus if he was starting to taunt her with sounds now. She gritted her teeth, glancing around before realizing there was something in her way. It was a large box with a crank on the side, which slowly twirled in the air. The tune was coming from it. Instantly Meredith recognized it, and she looked around. Her patients was running thin, and the pain wasn't helping. It took her a second to realize that the song had stopped, and there was something creeping out of the box. It was the Jack, but something was off... He had no knife? Meredith's eyebrow raised as she looked at the defenseless toy. She started to laugh, making sure it sounded cruel and mocking. "Oh... Did someone take your knife?... Poor little toy... Weaponless because one of my students outsmarted you... How pitiful..." She gave a obviously fake look of pity, watching the Jacks face twist into an angry grimace.

Meredith continued to laugh at the fail of a toy, starting to limp away, as if she didn't have time to even fight the box. This made the Jack angry, causing it to lunge forward. Meredith, knowing this was going to happen, grabbed the toy by its scrawny throat, grinning at the look of surprise on the Jacks face as it tried to pull away. Instead its box just fell forward, and its spring started to get bent. It was even more amusing to see the look of terror on its face as Meredith started to suck out its soul. "One touch... That's all it takes for me to kill you... Now go and join that teddy fucker in hell, you piece of shit," Meredith growled, allowing a look of pure anger to cover her face. The Jack squirmed and pulled until it couldn't move anymore, and soon it was dead. Meredith threw the Jack on the ground, and looked around, spinning in a circle with her arms out. "Come out and face me, Krampus!... Or are you too scared of some lady and her two students?" Meredith yelled into the woods. There was a low rumbling in the ground, and in the air there was the sound of Christmas bells, as if on a slay.

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Whoever, or indeed whatever the figure was he could see in the fog just a few feet away suddenly skidded to a halt as he heard a piercing scream coming from behind them. Perhaps it was all a part of a complex illusion that sought to turn him around and force him to wonder the fog forever. Would he even be able to escape them if he allowed himself to be turned around? Could he even escape now? Yet he saw the figure suddenly vanish off into the deeper part of the fog and he was left even more confused.

He could easily carry on into the unknown, perhaps he would run straight into the demon Krampus or perhaps he would meet his death by flying straight into the jaws of some horrific toy. And yet if he turned back it could all be a trap and he could very much run into the exact same fate. Yet did that justify it? In his life he would have dropped anything to help those in need, no matter where they came from. British, French, Russian, all where mortal men in need of a guiding hand and a friendly ear, when he was permitted such honours. Could he really turn away from all of that now he was little more than a shadow?

Almost regretfully he turned back the way he had came and drifted through the fog, keeping low to the ground and moving from side to side like a snake. If anything thought it would be able to simply fall from the sky and end him this time it would be sorely dissapointed. At least he hoped as much, for all he knew something would leap up from the grass at him before he even had time to react and consume him.

He halted sharp as he saw a figure ahead of him. He could just about make out that it seemed to be Morrighan, yet she didn't seem to be the best condition possible. It seemed that he alone had not been the only one accosted by whatever horrors were lurking inside this monstrous fog. He was faced by another dilemma, make himself known and risk being attacked by another phantasm or remain hidden and possibly be attacked by something leering out of the grey-white blankness that was all around him. He knew he could at least defeat the phantoms, though it wasn't easy, he wasn't sure he even had the energy to manifest his strength to be able to perform the feat again so quickly after the last time. One of the disadvantages of being incorporeal was that it took far more conscious effort in interacting with the physical world. He was also particularly worried that should he be struck by any blade or such a thing that he would never be able to fully recover. Would he be left with a tear in his form that anything could pass through? Or would ghostly blood pour forth from his wounds? Or perhaps most terrifying of all, would he simply unravel into nothingness at the touch of steel? He didn't exactly want to find out.

In the end he decided that even if this was another phantom, they didn't seem to be able to move much faster than he could, and if they turned out to be hostile he could easily escape if he kept his distance. Drawing himself back up off where he lurked close to the ground he spoke out into the mist, hoping nothing else was nearby to hear him.
"Morrighan, is that you there? Or is it lie like the book of Christ?" He hoped that mentioning the lies of the twisted bible would be enough to convince the girl that he was the true Borisyuk, rather than a phantasm. At least that was what he was hoping for.

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Morrighan was limping now. As quickly as she could on one good leg and a crippled one. Blood was spilling down her thigh with each step but she had to move forwards. The air around her started to crackle with electricity. The hair on her skin stood on end, but she knew it was not the work of the Krampus. No, it was the work of her own. When she was weak she lost control, and she was definitely losing control now. She heard screaming in the distance, and probably more jack in the box music, but she was numb to it now. She had to find the Krampus. She had to end this before she couldn't move any further.

Out of the fog came a voice, rough like the rubbing of bones and a cold breeze blew past. She jumped in surprise at the nearness of the voice. She knew those sounds almost as well as she knew the sound of her own voice. Or Merediths. She whipped her head around and saw a shadowy spectre not to far from where she limped. "Borisyuk? Is that you, you Russian bastard.. bag of bones..." She shook her head once. Either it was the spectre or she was losing it.

Even if it wasn't the russian, she wouldn't be able to run. She'd have to give it one hell of a fight though. There was no way she would disappoint Meredith when she had done so much for the fallen angel. "There was this crazy.. this crazy jack in the box... He had this stupid dagger..." She reached for the blade still embedded in her leg, but couldn't get herself to touch it. "I can't get it out.." She could hear her pain in the weakness of her voice and--under normal circumstances--would be pissed with herself for showing such a thing to the cloaked being. Now she was just too close to the edge.

"Any luck?"

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OOC: I don't feel like messaging both of you guys because it's a pain in the ass, so I'm just gonna write it on here xD. We have a new-ish member to the RP! After this post I'd like you guys to give her some time to post, so she gets a chance to get into the story. Then we can continue on like normal. Thanks!



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Meredith grinned, hearing the bells. She knew Krampus was starting to come out to play. There were distance voices that she could hear, but she ignore them for the time being, noticing a figure to her right. She glared at it, turning and getting ready for a fight. The figure moved closer, a hood hiding any features she could normally make out of its silhouette. There was a hissing sound, high pitched and ear piercing. Meredith stood her ground, the figure finally coming into full view. It was... Her mother? She was tall with long blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Meredith's jaw practically dropped in disbelieve. Her dead mother was here? The brief moment of vulnerability was enough time for her mother to shoot a ball of bright green flames at Meredith.

Death dodged, pushing herself to the side, she shot her own blue flames back. It almost hit her, but instead grazed the flowy dress she was wearing. Meredith growled in annoyance, dodging another attack from her deceased parent. It became apparent that neither of them were going to hit each other, so Mama Meredith instead just bolted for her Meredith sprinted forwards, and tackled her like a football player. The two fell down to the ground, Meredith wasting no time to start punching her mother. "Fuck. You. Valarie!" Meredith yelled with each punch. Valarie quickly shoved Meredith off of her with a blast of flame, which did nothing but sent her flying. Meredith slammed against the ground, getting the wind knocked out of her.

Valarie went for her again, but was shot back by Meredith's flame. Knowing there was no way for two goddesses to kill one another with their powers, Meredith got up and ran towards where she could hear the voices, figuring it was her students. She was almost to where she could hear them when suddenly something large came from the sky, a loud ringing following it. Meredith looked up right as a hoof was thrown into her face, knocking her, once again, onto her back. The skeletal reindeer landed heavily on the ground, the slay they were pulling almost landing on her. Meredith groaned, feeling the blood from her nose pouring down her cheek and all over her upper lip. She rolled over to see a large hooded figure sitting in the slay, massive horns protruding from the blackness of the hood. "Krampus..." Meredith greeted, grunting as she got up.

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Adelajda "Addie" Butler
Adelajda, the "deceased" Polish war victim ran down the street as fast as her buckled heels could take her. Behind her, a long black cloak flowed with her fast movements and the only sound to be heard was the clicking of her heels on the brick paved path and her panting. It had been at least five years since she first met the woman she is now comfortable enough to call by her first name: Meredith. It had been at least three years since they last saw one another, Adelajda choosing to go back to training with her mentor Luka after the sudden disappearance of her ex-"co-apprentice" Ava'Lee Smith.

After constant non-stop training for the past few years, Luka decided that it was time for "Addie" to return to her goddess death and although the woman felt shame and guilt for up and leaving two years prior, she still knew that as an immortal, she had a duty to ensure that the balance between life and death was under control. However, from what the man at the counter in the funeral home told her (she still doesn't know his name), Meredith Grim and her two apprentices, Morrighan Thatch and Borisyuk Damir Igorevich had gone off hunting for Krampus. Addie had only had one encounter with said beast and to say the least, it certainly wasn't a good one.

Although Adelajda knew that her goddess could take care of herself against even the most powerful demons, she wondered if she'd be able to protect herself plus two apprentices. However, she wasn't sure at all what these new apprentices were like so she simply hoped that they were powerful enough to protect themselves. Nearby, Adelajda could hear conflict and saw familiar fog seeping out of the woods, causing her to immediately stop her journey down the trail and turn towards the forest. Using her hydrokinesis abilities, Adelajda carefully manipulated to moisture of the fog away from her nose and mouth and continued walking towards the sound of conflict. As she got closer and closer, the poker faced woman felt herself becoming rapidly nervous. She saw flame ahead, which made her increasingly more nervous as her powers did waver around fire abilities.

When Adelajda finally took a step out of the trees and into the clearing, she migrated all of the fog towards the sky, revealing herself to the immortals that were there. Her attention was focused mainly on Krampus, as she was avoiding eye contact with Meredith. However, it would be rude not to greet her. She averted her winged eyes to the goddess temporarily and nodded, before looking back at Krampus and entering a defensive position.

Hello, Meredith.


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"Borisyuk? Is that you, you Russian bastard.. bag of bones..." Well it was certainly rude enough to be actually be the girl. That at least did a little to improve his confidence that this wasn't yet another spectre waiting for him in the dark, though he wasn't exactly about to fly forwards to help her just in case it was an elaborate trick. For all that he knew the foul concoctions of whatever this fog was had learned that a straight forward attack wasn't going to simply be enough to destroy him when he could slip past whatever it sent at him so now it was trying to let his guard down.

He could see now the cause of what was causing her pain even before she told him. The knife sticking from her leg was painfully obvious and it made him more than a little glad he only had to deal with a giant doll rather than something that could move quicker than him, he wasn't sure he would have been able to avoid a knife striking him. He would have grimaced if he could when he saw the girl reach for the knife, as though to pull it out, but was very much glad that she seemed to reconsider it.
"Don't touch it." He wanted to go over to help if he could but he still wasn't sure if it was such a smart idea. He was forced instead to try to remember how the field medics had patched up bayonet wounds and not for the first time regretting not having paid enough attention to art. "Pulling it out will just make it worse. Tie something tight just above it, a rag or something."

The girl certainly didn't look at all in the best condition, if she were lucky the blade had managed to miss every vein and artery and was simply stuck in her muscle. If she were unlucky one of her arteries had been sliced and she would bleed to death, he had seen it happen before, a slow and cold way to die. But it left him wondering, could they die from something so simple? Would just the touch of a knife be able to kill even him? Would he actually be able to free himself of his tormented form and enter the oblivion he secretly wished to be in? He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, they were thoughts for another time and place.

"Any luck?" He shook his hooded head.
"I was attacked by a matryoshka doll, but no sign of anything else out here." He kept his encounter of his old friend to himself. She didn't need to know that he had been forced to kill someone he had watched die, nor did she need to know just how ready he was to do it. To be honest to himself he doubted she would so much as even care. "Have you seen any sign of..."

He was cut off by the sound of sudden crashing coming from behind him. He twisted around, half expecting some monster to be leaping out of the fog but thankfully nothing came. He could just about make out something a short ways away in the fog but couldn't tell exactly what it was. He looked back at Morrighan and then back at the vague shadow. "Come on, perhaps we have found what we came into this damnable place for."

He twisted and slipped into the fog again, drifting just close enough to actually make out it seemed to be some kind of sleigh, perhaps it was Krampus then. The answer came to him suddenly as the fog seemed to blast itself away, vanishing off into parts unknown and he was faced with the startling image of what was indeed a sleigh, but drawn not by horses but by horrific skeletal reindeer. He could see over to his left, a short distance away, was Meredith, who wasn't looking much better than Morrighan did. As well, curiously, as a girl that he certainly did not recognise. Who was she and what was she doing here of all places? His attention was brought sharply back to the sleigh as he remembered where they were, introductions could wait until after they were in danger.

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Meredith looked back when she heard footsteps, and visibly flinched when the fog was suddenly lifted up. She didn't even bother to cover up the shock when she saw Adelajda Butler standing right next to her. The next emotion was anger, then more shock, and then happiness. She moved slightly as if going to go bear hug her, but stopped when she remembered where they were. Meredith looked back at Krampus, who was slowly getting out of his slay. "We have a lot to talk about, you Polish bastard," Meredith growled to Addie, still looking at Krampus. She glanced over to her old apprentice, an amused twinkle in her eye. She then noticed Borisyuk, who was just floating there, staring at them like he had no idea what to do.

Meredith's first thought was 'Why is he just standing there?' then she realized something. Krampus had noticed him, too. The massive creature instantly moved to charge at the specter, his head bowed low and his arms flexed outward, ready to catch the specter if he tried to veer out of the way. Krampus was just about to charged when Meredith quickly sent a blast of fire at the story book character. Krampus dodged it, the ball just barely missing the edge of his hood. Krampus bellowed in rage, looking at Meredith. He charged, arms out once more. Meredith stood her ground, putting her good foot back to keep her balanced as she sent another burst of fire at him. It hit Krampus's arm, but didn't stop him. "Oh shit," Meredith exclaimed, dodging out of the way just in time, the only thing getting hit was her legs, causing her to spin a bit in the air before hitting the ground, sliding on the waxy leaves with her back. Meredith looked up at Addie, who was upside down. "A little help, Adelajda?" Meredith narrowed her eyes, making a point to use Addie's full name.

Mer quickly got up, realizing she was still in danger, hearing Krampus's basketball sized hooves stamping on the ground again. brushing the leaves out of her hair Meredith looked back to Borisyuk. "Where's Morrighan?" She asked.

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Morrighan smiled weakly when Borisyuk told her not to touch the knife. "Is that... Is that concern... I hear?" she joked. Well looks like she had enough in her to joke. Maybe that was a good sign. "The only thing... I have to... to cut with... is in my leg. So no.. tourniquet. Unless you're... offering." To her disappointment, he hadn't found anything either. He started to ask her something and then turned and suddenly took off. "Come on, perhaps we have found what we came into this damnable place for."

"Right behind you... Russian bastard..", she mumbled, hobbling after him. There was a high pitched jingling sound. Like bells on steroids and light figures in the fog a ways away, but she wasn't yet near enough to make out what they were. That was soon remedied when the fog suddenly lifted. Approximately ten feet in front of here were two familiar figures, a blonde stranger, and a sleigh pulled by skeletal deer and a giant horned creature. Meredith was throwing fireballs at the thing which didn't seemed to do too much. She limped up beside Borisyuk just as Meredith asked where she was. She weakly raised her hand and said as loudly as she could, "Present."

She stood beside him and pointed to the skelanimals (skeleton animals.) and said, "Those would be so cool" then she turned and pointed to the Krampus. "If that wasn't about to kill us." She took a deep breath, and steadied herself, honing as much of her energy and focus on the fight before her. "What do you need me to do boss?" She yelled.

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Character Portrait: Meredith Grim Character Portrait: Borisyuk Damir Igorevich Character Portrait: Morrighan Thatch Character Portrait: Adelajda Butler

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To say Krampus was intimidating was a bit of an understatement. The demon was huge, more than certainly angry at their presence and without a shadow of a doubt able to kill them all with ease if he really wanted to. It was making him far more conscious than he ever had been about his forms fragility. It also did next to nothing to ease his concerns at just how quickly this could all go so easily wrong when he saw Meredith was able to do absolutely nothing to the demon, other than make it only increasingly angry. If she could do nought, what little could he do? Did he even have the energy needed if he was forced to get anywhere close to the massive beast?

He began to turn to point behind him when Meredith questioned where his companion was and almost flinched back to see her suddenly stood there. He hadn't been paying nearly enough attention to hear her coming up, then again it seemed his hearing was far worse than anyone elses. Either it was a result of having lived for long time around muskets, cannons and mortars, or it was the fact he didn't even have any ears. Still he should have been more aware of what was going on.

"Those would be so cool if that wasn't about to kill us." Borisyuk felt like pulling out his non-existent hair. How could someone with a knife in their leg, being faced by a gigantic demon who had ridden in atop of a sleigh being pulled by skeletal reindeer be so easily sidetracked by just a glance at said creatures? He had to wonder if he had been sent to Hell and it wasn't all fire and brimstone, maybe this was just another part of the torment he would face for eternity.
"I think that we can worry about the cosmetics of this situation after we have dealt with this situation."

He wasn't sure what good he would be able to be, what with his exhaustion and the fact that he din't exactly have any form of weapon on him. Not that he would even be able to carry a weapon mind. But he certainly wasn't going to be one to sit on the sidelines whilst everyone else fought and died around him, not any more at least. "I do not know what aid I can be, but point me where you need me."

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Adelajda "Addie" Butler

We have a lot to talk about, you Polish bastard.


Adelajda expected a reply like that and she sighed with a weak nod.
Of course, Ms. Grim.
She replied before looking over to smirk at Meredith, but noticed the random ghostly figure. Addie automatically assumed that the creepy figure was an enemy and got into a fighting position facing it. However, her attention was taken away from it when Krampus charged after it, causing her eyes to widen significantly. She was shocked, she thought the being was one of Krampus' minions or something of the sort.

Krampus' attention was grabbed by a familiar fire ball that flew right at him and Adelajda knew her time to jump into this battle would come soon. She reached underneath her cloak and unhooked a thick circular flask filled with water. She watched their battle intensively as she poured out water into her palm. At first, the water seem to seep through her fingers and down her arm as water normally would, however, the water gradually became icier and icier until her entire arm was shaped as a sharp, icicle arrow and her flask was empty. She hooked the empty flask back onto her belt.

A little help, Adelajda?


Addie was waiting for the signal from her goddess as to when she could interfere and the question was answered with a sly grin and nod before she ran towards the huge beast. Her fighting skills had gotten much better within the few years that she hadn't seen Meredith and was a little excited to show off what her and Luka had been practicing. Addie took quick note of the appearance of a girl with a knife in her leg before continuing her charge.

When she got close enough, Adelajda leapt forward and sliced a deep cut into the creature's large arm with her makeshift weapon. He growled from the injury and slammed her into the leaves, knocking the wind out of Addie for a quick moment. Seeing his fist about to come down and crush her much smaller body, the blonde quickly switched the form of the arrow made of ice that covered her entire arm into a fist shaped ice ball, and met his fist with tough ice. The beast roared in what she hoped was pain and not anger and continued to press down strongly on her makeshift fist. She was wavering under his strength and knew that if someone didn't attack him or stop him, she'd be crushed very soon and she hadn't master water control enough to morph herself into a puddle of water.

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Meredith looked to Borisyuk, about to give orders when she heard Krampus bellow in pain. She turned to see him on top of Addie, inches away from crushing her. Anger flared through Death as she rushed the goat lord, her eyes chainging to a luminescent yellow, shoving him off with all her might. Krampus stumbled off of her old apprentice, looking at Meredith angrily. Mer didn't stop running, going straight at the story book character and attempting to tackle him again. This time he was prepared, bracing himself so he didn't move an inch. Meredith pushed for a few seconds before realizing her brute strength, although quite a lot, wouldn't help. So instead she kneed him in the 'baby maker' or where she figured it was. Using her powers of fire, she sent and explosion through her foot, blasting her boot off while rocketing her knee straight into Krampus.

The shock wave of it all caused the hole in her shin to roar in agony, Meredith growling in pain as Krampus was practically lifted a few feet off the ground. She used this leverage to flip him and throw him on his back. The monster shrieked and groaned in pain as Meredith stood over him, panting and angry. She looked up at the people around her, teeth gritting. "Borisyuk!... Pick this fucking animal up, we're taking him to the old abandoned fort... Morrighan!-" She looked to the fallen angel and instantly noticed the knife. Her angry features faltered, a slight look of worry taking there place for a millisecond. "Don't pass out and stay out of trouble... We'll take care of your leg in a second." Her voice was still stern, but it was also rather motherly.

Krampus, still on the ground, attempted to try and get up, instantly bringing Merediths attention back to him. She didn't hesitate to just sucker punch him in the face, using the same explosion method with her fist, except putting it behind her arm. It didn't knock out the beast, but certainly dazed him. "I am a very angry one shoed goddess, do not fuck with me!" Mer exclaimed, glaring down at Krampus. Finally calming down, her eyes became brown once more. Grumbling under her breath, she limped over to her boot, which was 10 feet away, still smoking. Picking it up she frowned seeing the bottom of the boot was either completely melted, or blown off all together. Throwing the useless thing aside she looked to Morrighan. Limping over to her she looked at the knife in her leg, frowning as she inspected it. Turning to Addie, Meredith stood, and pointed to her. In a commanding voice she said, "Show Borisyuk where the old fort is, and chain Krampus up with all the bindings you can find. Use his slay to transport him. I'll take Morrighan back and have a look at her leg. I need to patch myself up, too." She turned around, and went over to Morrighan, taking her arm and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Meredith started to walk away, but stopped. Looking over her shoulder she added in a much nicer voice, "Oh, and Addie?.... It's great to see your face again...Polish bastard" Meredith refused to smile, but on the inside she was beaming with glee to see her old Vaultarian, and maybe one of her only friends. She continued to walk Morrighan back to Grim Sweepers, an amused looked on her face.