the Skulduggery role play

[Alisa Chatoyant]

Lurid gasped. So he did know she was there. Keeping to the shadows as to still seem invisible, she wrinkled her nose and with no warning, her hand lashed out and she took hold of his dagger, whipping it away and slipping behind him, pressing the blade against his throat. "Don't move." she hissed into his ear.  

[Kiiyashi]

Twisted froze. This was not going according to plan. Still... she couldn't stop their plans now, everything was in place... Twisted grinned suddenly and unleashed a powerful mental blast, making everything around him ripple, sending enough force through the air around him to concuss most humans. With his attack launched, Twisted pushed away the knife and dived for his own, grabbing it and rolling to his feet. Slipping the dagger back into it's sheath, Twisted Mentis dashed away, towards the Sanctuary's exit.  

[Gray Shinigami]

The entrance seemed deserted so Proxy boldly crept towards the exit. 'That was easy enough,' she thought, jinxing her escape when she heard someone running up behind her.
(can't think of anything of real interest to write, I think this mind block thing is contagious)  

[Alisa Chatoyant]

Lurid blinked as she suddenly realized that she was kneeling on the sanctuary floor. What had just happened? And why was she here? Crawling out of the shadows, she got to her feet, still feeling a little woozy. Blinking a couple of times, she looked around herself. She realized that had been standing a second ago...so why... She paused, quickly letting out a stream of curses as what had just happened came flooding back to her. Snatching up her dagger and shoving her hands in her in her pockets, she mad her way back to the entrance, sulkily kicking the floor occasionally. "All i wanted was a couple of answers." she mumbled to herself. She looked around as she walked back, wondering what she could do. Everyone here was most likely dead, so there wasn't anyone to turn to. "What to do, what to do..." she sighed, glancing at a body. She paused then, this was not a normal magician, it looked more powerful, it looked different, it was dressed different. Perhaps one of the people who attacked.  

[Destruction Biscuit]

Fiend gasped well... blanking out, he was brought back to his younger days. He remembered little of the past... the past... however long he had been out cold for. He looked around the area for his puppet, it was nowhere to be seen. Hell, he had wanted to make some adjustments to it. "I suppose i'll need a new soul to put in it aswell, these thing don't power themselves" Realising he was talking to himself he shut up. He stood up and dusted his coat off. And headed for his workshop, there were puppets to be making...

(Hi all!!!)