Wizards and Warriors RP

The second figure smiles, looking up to reveal her blood red eyes, as the other did the same to reveal an icy blue for her eye color.
Claira: My, My, Ori, is that ANY way to talk to your fiance?

Claira wrapped her arms around him, smiling brightly as Liara lowered her hood.
Claira: I've missed you, my love...
Liara: Where is my own fiancé? I wish to see Belial!

Claira frowned a bit upon hearing this, Liara doing the same thing, except hers was bigger. "I-Is he...?" Liara stutters, dropping to her knees as Claira went to comfort her sister. "Liara, Belial wouldn't dare leave you for someone else...he has sworn his life to you, as have I to Ori..." She said, running a hand through her sister's snow white hair.

The twin nephilim nod, each taking a hand. They had grown significantly more mature both physically and psychologically. Their hair was down to their shoulders, though Liara's was in pigtails and Claira's was in a ponytail.

A sharp intake of breath was heard from Tristam as the grip around him grew tighter, not to mention the command that was echoing in his mind. Without even knowing, he began squirming in Sahrah's grasp, almost thrashing. Finally, with a gasp, he awoke, eyes wide.
The moment he did so, however, he groaned as the headache induced by a large club to the skull hit him with full force. "S-Sahrah? What are you...?"

His gaze fell on the surrounding people, most of which were staring at him in either disbelief, apprehension, or suspicion. Mostly disbelief and suspicion.
"Why are you here... Zarak...? What's going...?" He then realized that he happened to be holding something in his right hand, and while he was no expert with magic, he could feel that whatever it was, it was dark.

So why didn't he remember a thing about getting it?

"What the hell is going on...?!" He asked, clearly nervous as Kiha glared skeptically at him. He then saw that Oni woman, Izma, grinning sheepishly as both Finnian and Cyrus glared at her. "I might've overdone it, I think... Er, memories might be a bit scattered... Or gone..."
"So that makes two of us..." He heard Beatrice mutter.

"I'm sorry, what?" Finnian said, ears twitching as he picked up on that particular mutter, just to recieve a shrug from the tiny necromancer. "I don't have a clue who any of you are, except something about a blade-master fellow. That's probably normal, except I don't remember anything else, save for my own name. The only reason I'm still here is so I eventually get the chance to interrogate one of you for information." She said in a neutral tone. "The only thing I know for sure is that I had a bag with me. Speaking of which, any one of you know where it is?"

"O-of course I'd be alright, why wouldn't-" Kor was interrupted by the sudden kiss. "Seriously, why-" Another kiss interrupted. "I don't even know- OW!" His cheek stung at the slap, which he couldn't even defend himself against.

As this was going on, Finnian shook his head. "Damn it, and we ended up chasing out our customers for this... Gonna have to make up for it somehow..." The kitsune sighed. "Cyrus, you know that thing we said we'd only do for class A occasions?" "Yes, brother?" The armored kitsune said. "Yeah, we're going to have to call in a few favors for tomorrow."

Kiha gave another skeptical glance toward her apprentice. "So he remembers nothing, right? Well and truly, not lying?" The dragonkin pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "In that case, we'll simply ask-" "Oh, WOW. Those kids were not kidding when they said there was an incident!" Kiha's expression turned downright violent as she whirled around. "Now what?!" She practically snarled, only to see the flame spirit Salamander hovering there, just staring at the scene, which caused the dragonkin's expression to turn more neutral, though she still looked annoyed
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"So, ah..." Salamander began. "Aska, old friend, y'mind explaining?"

"Oh, it's quite simple, really!" Said Sylvia cheerfully. "We heard some evil cliche voice o' doom boom out about killing us all when I went to check in on the boy when he used one of the rooms without permission, it told us to go out and actuallyIrememberedIshouldn'tbetalkingaboutthissincemisterabyssguywon'tlikeitsoI'lljustshutmybigmouthuprightnow!"
Salamander rolled her eyes, returning her attention to the sun spirit. "So... Abe's doing funny business, I'm guessing? And don't tell me to use the name proper." She added, her expression suddenly serious.

Claira sat in his lap with a giggle as Liara sat in the seat across from Ori's desk. Claira then wrapped her arms around Ori's neck as she began to explain the reason of their absence. "Well, after what had happened, we decided to take a little time for ourselves...y'know, sister bonding after so many years of being separated." she explained, kissing his cheek. Liara then piped in by saying "So we went to the place where we were raised...to see if we could rekindle any relationships with our parents' friends."

Salamander raised an eyebrow in response. "In short, I have to bond sooner than expected. Is that right?" She sighed, pulling a golden ring seemingly out of nowhere, set with a large fire opal. "And here I was, hoping to test him myself. Ah well... You do want me to bond with him, right?"

Meanwhile, Kor's patience with what he was being subjected to was running thin. Feelings for Sahrah or not, he wasn't going to sit there being slapped around for something he didn't even remember! In the blink of an eye, he tore his left arm out of the Lamia's tail, catching her hand before she could slap him again.
"Look, Sahrah..." He began, trying his best to offer a reassuring grin that ended up looking strained. "I'm fine, perfectly fine. The most I have to worry about is a pounding headache." Speaking of the headache, it returned in full force upon being mentioned, leading him to bring a hand to his head in a futile attempt to somehow lessen the throbbing pain.

"Ngh... it's like I got smacked around by an angry dragon..." He muttered, then returned his full attention to the Lamia. "I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise." He said, before suddenly wrapping his free arm around her, bringing her in for a hug. "Promise..."

"My room? Why do you-" The half-demon's eyes widened as he realized just what Sahrah was asking. Clearing his throat, he whispered back. "Alright, I'll... Be there." "Bow-Chicka-Bow-wow..." A voice interrupted. His face immediately turning crimson, he broke the hug, staring at the source of said voice, that being Sylvia, with the biggest grin he'd seen on her yet. He wasn't alone in his staring, Kiha, Salamander, and even the brothers Finnian and Cyrus were staring at her. The only one not staring was Izma, who was snickering.
Eventually, Finnian cleared his throat. "Alright, that's enough outta you, let's go." He said, dragging her out of the area with Cyrus' help. "Don't worry, we'll make sure to interrogate her. Relative or not, she's not getting out of this. Oh, by the way, we'll be closed until further notice." Said the older Serégon brother before they were out of sight.

Salamander was the first to recover. "Well... I'll bond later, he apparently has some bonding of his own to do. But first..." She handed her Ring to the half-demon, who took it without question. "Just give me a call when you want the flames of passion at your side for whatever reason. Any reason at all."
Izma's snickering grew louder as Kiha snapped out of it. "And just what is that supposed to mean, exactly...?" The dragonkin asked with a glare. "Oh, nothing at all! It's as I said, he wants me for any reason, he'll get me. After all, he has... Potential." Said Salamander innocently, to which Izma's failed attempts at stifling her laughter grew louder. "And what on earth is so funny to you?!" Kiha snarled, confronting the Oni.

"Can we go now...?" Kor asked Sahrah weakly. "I... I don't think I can take much more of this..."

The half-demon gulped nervously as his girlfriend beckoned him. The room she'd taken him to was the room they'd used for a private talk earlier, right in the Ivory Bell, though since Finnian did give it to him, it was still technically his; He doubted either of the brothers would mind terribly. Reaching behind him, a click was heard as he locked the door. "J-just a second." He said, quickly making his way to a nearby desk, placing the chaotic blade soul eater upon it. Upon pulling his hand away, with minor difficulty, I might add, as his hand seemed stuck to the grip for a second. Upon looking at the palm of his hand, he saw a hideous black scar shaped like an eye, similar to what he assumed was a decoration on the blade's hilt. Abaddon was no help, he had no more clue as to what was happening than he was, and... Good god, was that thing glaring at him with that supposedly decorative eye?!

Glaring right back, he grabbed the sword again, marched over to the bed, and shoved it under. "Right... Er, sorry about that." He then said, smiling as best he could after that experience. After all, after about... Two(?) other occasions like this interrupted by various uncontrollable events, he wasn't going to let little things like a new "tattoo" and an obviously evil sword ruin it for her.

"So..." He began. "This is the part we do... That...?" He asked with the slightest hint of nervousness in his voice, his unusually twitchy writer getting ready to close the proverbial curtains on this scene at any second.

-Elsewhere-

"Congratulations." Said Beatrice sarcastically to both Izma and Salamander, who were busy fending off an Irate Kiha. "You have successfully embarrassed the both of them. Well done, you deserve a reward."
Without another word, she turned on her heel, about to march off when she noticed a familiar looking bag on one of the tables. Snatching it and returning to it's place at her side, she walked up the vaguely familiar blade-master, Yuushio, tapping him on the back to get his attention.

"Now that that is over, I have some questions for you, sir; a lot of them."