Ammar wrote:Flammaland wrote:Lillian Forester was training in her room, wearing only a light vest top and shorts. She lashed out at a punching bag that was mounted to the floor, sending it flying backwards, then it sprang forward again. She punched again and again the bag flew backwards. She blinked and instead of a punching bag there stood a demon, one of her captors. She screamed her displeasure to the air and launched herself at the 'demon', tentacles unraveling from her fingers and hands. She caught it by the 'head' and flipped it over herself, ripping it from its holding and slamming it to the floor, landing onto of it. She tore it apart, throwing chunks of her foe around her room. Her rampage was interrupted by an announcement over the intercom, she looked down and the hallucination faded. Panting, she stood up and dusted herself off, her tentacles retracting into her arms. Then she ran to Alexander's office. "What sort of emergency? This had better be important Alexander." She completely ignored Merlin and Charlotte. At this point they were just so much background noise. She might be getting a chance to hunt down some real members of the Order of the Fallen.
"First off, don't you dare address me in that manner. Second, it's about this." Alexander turned on the television and it showed the president of the United States ordering more airstrikes in the Middle East. "This sort of insanity can only be brought up by Necron." Alexander explained. He then turned it to another news station showing the escalation of China and India. "I believe that Necron may be trying to escalate international relations in order to create some sort of World War. That would cause the chaos needed to allow him to escape his prison and return to us." He then clasped his hands and laid his head low. Taking a deep breath, he continued "It's been too long now. I may be out of practice, but I'm not helpless." He stood up and went over to a glass casing with a wooden red mask. "It's time to get to work. our enemies are mobilizing. It's time for us to do the same."
Charlotte clenched her fist. "Fear. That's what it is, fear. The only thing that could cause such havoc..." She held her hand up to forestall any questions. "Fear is powerful, don't ask me how I know, because it would be a shame if I had to kill any of you considering it's only the first day." Her wings grew darker, and she sighed. Seriously?