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The Multiverse

Setting

Rooms are nestled amidst the never-ending corridors and hallways. One could get lost for days by simply taking the wrong turn; and the identical red carpets acting like a blanket for each road would only serve to hinder you.
Only the vases of dead flowers...
The dusty paintings of unnerving figures,
Ever-watching eyes...
And of course, the occasional prowler...
Could help you on your way to your destination..

  • GUEST ROOMS
  • RESIDENTIAL CHAMBERS
  • AKIO'S LAB
  • LIBRARY

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Castle Vankoryth Upper Level

Rooms are nestled amidst the never-ending corridors and hallways. Akio's Lab, Residential Chambers, and the Library are on this floor.

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Castle Vankoryth Upper Level is a part of Castle Vankoryth.

1 Places in Castle Vankoryth Upper Level:

8 Characters Here

Akira [1]
Aline Banford [1] Commodore Aline "Devil's Grace" Banford
Ashnu [1] What? You found something?! Let me see.
Desmond Cooper [1] "Me, werewolf?" He laughs. "No madame, I am much more than that."
White Dawn [1] A thin old man, shrouded in a white veil.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr
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Whirling to face him, the vampiress bared her fangs.

"I trust you infinitely, else you would not have been bestowed this honor. You are no hero, and your killing is as spontaneous as your cravings for life. Feel free to continue your," She flailed an arm, "Art, in fact, continue it more and invite us all along. Let us drain the bodies as they drip, you can paint with their brains for all I care!"

She turned on her heel, marching further down the hall and around another corner.

"Besides, I can guarantee your new friend will enjoy the screams just as much as you do."

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"I hate you. I want to hunt you, hear your screams, defile what innocence you have left and then make you bleed. I'd bathe in it."

He was hissing his words more than speaking them, with his fingers clenched and held so close to his side, where the kitchen knife was kept...

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"Too bad I can't bleed," Daemala shot the fact with a menacing smile over her shoulder, before stopping abruptly in front of a door.

"And if I die," She said, smile growing wider, "You die."

Daemala knocked on the door.

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He was almost growling by this point. He hated being reminded of that fact and even as he clutched tightly the blade he could use to stick in her back, he couldn't bring himself to actually do so.

He waited for whoever, or whatever was on the other side of the door.

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Slowly, the door creaked open. Out peeked a man, bright eyes gleaming hate from behind a mop of black hair. Opening his mouth, revealing fangs much larger than Daemala's, he let out a feral hiss.

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"Ubarum, Harlequin. Harlequin, Ubarum. Have fun!"

With that, she sauntered off down the hallway. A door could be heard slammed moments later, followed by muffled maniacal laughter.

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Harlequin was one to show appreciation chiefly with the knife, but he could see nothing to appreciate in the man before him. He took the blade to his mask, slipped it through the mouth-slit and then ran it along his tongue.

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"What use, that?" His accent was thick, ancient Mesopotamian drenching his words.

"When these," He bared his teeth revealing that they were all in fact sharp, "Work more." Retreating from the door and into the darkness of the room, Ubarum left the door ajar. "Enter. I have inquiries."

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The masked man silently followed after Ubarum, with his arms hanging by his side and his teeth clenching the blade of his knife tightly between them. A single slip on the pommel and that blade would be sticking out of the back of his head. He didn't seem to worry, though.

"What is it?" He asked, standing just inside the door.

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"Blood," He said, flopping on a dusty bed. The darkness was no bother, he could see perfectly fine.

"Blood, screams. Chaos. Where?"

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"Outside," he answered, letting his knife fall from his mouth and clatter to the floor. He could get another one, so why pick it up? "Finders keepers."

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In a flash, he was nose to nose with the Harlequin. The breath of the archaic creature stank of death, his eyes glowing with the rage of ages.

"Where. Outside," He kicked the knife, sending it to stick in the wall somewhere wth a twanging thud.

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He didn't flinch, or blink, or move. Though the breaths he didn't even need to take were shaky in anticipation, as though he was about to start giggling. "Wing City, where it smells of blood."

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"Take me," It was a demand. The man, who was wearing only a strange loincloth, crossed to the wardrobe and threw it on the ground. A large crack formed down the center, into which he stuck his hand. Ripping the thing apart in a swift movement, Ubarum then began flinging clothing left and right.

He seemed to have settled with something, a house robe. Pulling it on and tying the belt, he shot a menacing look at the Harlequin.

"Work?" Could he wear this in public? Was this the way the people dressed nowadays?

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Harlequin nodded. "It works," he answered without a true care. After all, he was a man who dressed as a Harlequin. Though in public, he tended not to wear the mask... Still, this was his chance. He turned, fled the room and then quickly disappeared into the maze of rooms and corridors. He didn't want to babysit... Whatever that was.

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Ubarum Xul coursed after the Harlequin, robe fluttering. It didn't take him long to catch up, mere seconds. Truly the child didn't think he could outrun Ubarum?

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The Harlequin found himself a quiet room filled with library shelves, and slipped inside to hid among the books. He'd wait until the thing got tired of chasing him, then when the coast was clear, go back to doing what he loved the most.

He chose to hid in a chair facing away from the door, one that was large enough to hide his frame, but casual enough to look like he was simply relaxing, not hiding at all, if he got caught.

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He smashed open the door to the room, following the scent of the Harlequin as if it were a path of cupcakes.

"I scent you," Ubarum growled, clawing towards the chair, doing his best to tame his inner beast, "Hiding with fear and deception."

Ubarum came upon the chair, gripping the corner and tearing the fabric. At least he didn't break the chair.

Harlequin

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"You SMELL me," he corrected as he slowly stood up and then turned around to face the damage the man had done to the chair. "I suppose I can't avoid you any longer then, can I? Though honestly, I really can't be bothered with this. You should just leave me alone, and find your thrills on your own."

Each word into his sentence turned more and more into a hiss.

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Where?
Ubarum roared, his mouth opening larger than seemed possible.

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"You have a nose. don't you?" He replied, though hardly as threatening as Ubarum's roar. He still hoped it was enough to get his point across.

"I should kill Daemala for this prank. I'll hang her entrails on my Christmas tree."

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"Putrid maggot, squirming infantile bag of dried blood, Change of the world I slept through, the night is new."

At this Ubarum whirled, whipping his robe rope as an accent. Then he glanced over his shoulder, looking pained, "How they do?"

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The Harlequin could barely understand what Ubarum said, so instead of answering right away, he began to skulk along a bookshelf as though something interesting caught his eye.

He ran his finger along dust, then placed what he had wiped away to the very tip of his tongue. Someone had been killed in this room, and it sent shivers up his spine... The type of shivers he liked.

"Get out. This is my room."

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Ubarum Xul face The Harlequin.

"No. Take me to food."