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It was a normal night for the most part, until something... changed in the air. It was soft at first, like a whisper. However, it wasn't long before a song could be heard. As the song progressed it increased in volume and intensity, echoing through the halls from the throne of the castle. The very walls reverberated with the intensity of the song, penetrating down even to the depths of the catacombs as the lord of the castle played on a piano he had moved into the throne room recently.

As the song spread throughout the castle, the minions of Castlevania slowed their daily menial tasks to a slow, eventually stopping, eyes turning to stare in the direction of the throne. As the song finally came to an end, the minions that had weapons drew them, while the more feral creatures bore their fangs and flexed their claws. There were no words, but the message was clear even to those that did not share the same soul bond to Dracula. Castlevania was going to war.

For those that came to the throne room, they would see Dracula and a handful of his minions. A Persephone with a quill and parchment composing what looked to be some sort of address, and a selection of minions from across the castle bearing weapons and armor as Dracula considered what he would be taking into battle in the near future. The grand piano he had used to rally his minions could be seen shoved off to the side of the room, with what appeared to be a picture frame near by covered by a cloth. However one of the minions must have brushed against the cloth in the commotion, leaving it half exposed. What was visible showed the portrait of an elegant woman and a small boy. While the woman in the portrait seemed normal enough, the boy had pale almost deathlike skin...

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Bridget noticed the shift at the fraction of a second after it took place, but that was something she was expected to react to from herself first of all. She'd spent her entire life reading the signs around her including minds, auras, actions, words, and any other means one animated being could warn another of a shift in aggression.

It took only a few seconds for the faintest traces of dust in Dracula's throne room to gather within a momentary swirl before settling into the outline of a doll-like face. The outline wouldn't move but a disembodied voice would emanate from the grey mask.

"It feels like you've gone to war."

It probably helped that Dracula was doing nothing to hide the change in the atmosphere. He glanced over at where the mask hung in the air before taking a simple looking thin sword from a skeleton, examining it.

"Your feeling would be correct. Soon, I will be marching to war with my castle by my side."

The song could be heard across the castle... And Pidonus immediately knew to go to the Throne Room, chuckling.

"You have a plan, then, I presume," the Succubus said with a chuckle.

[If anything, Flandre had been out and about the castle sense everyone had returned. Higher spirits and more willing to come out from where she had been hiding. The music had called her out and caught her curiosity.

Although she never entered. The little vampire kept to the door, peeking in curiously with her wings tightly folded against her back. It was interesting yet slightly frightening because she had no idea what was about to happen.]

Well. It appears things were about to get interesting in Everglade. No doubt this all had something to do with doing the unfortunately necessary business of keeping the barrier maintained.

It was fortunate she had been in good health lately.

Edited 2016-01-09 10:37 (UTC)

Izanami heard the music as she relaxed in her room, and listened quietly for a little while. Whoever was playing was clearly skilled.

She soon, however, felt the tension started to build in the air. As the song came to a close, the Goddess swept into the Throne Room.

"Lord Tepes?" she asked, calmly, waiting to see what he had in mind.

"I see..." There's nothing but thoughtfulness in her reply. She'll just consider all the possible reasons why, where, who, what, when, how, ect. The who and the why probably had nothing to do with her so she would listen but not pry without indication it would be welcome. They were both rather private beings in their own ways. How was answered by the mention of Dracula taking his castle with him and obviously the army of creatures within. The sword didn't fool her.

The mask slowly shifted into slight frown. She was making her way towards the throne room of course and had no intention of spending the energy to create a fully fleshed illusion of herself when she'd be arriving momentarily. Or tipping her hand at how powerful she was becoming. Not until he started calling her lady instead of dear... Yes, it was petty, but she had never called him 'lad' or 'squirt' so the insult was one-sided.

"Well, perhaps it's about time I took an interest then. It's been a few months since I haven't been at war... How long before the first move is made?"

Dracula swings the blade to his side, four flashes of steel being visible as he inspects the blade. "We march within the week. I would appreciate any help you could offer."

He sheathes the sword at his side, as an armored knight hands him a spear. "Are you not curious as to why we're marching?"

"I do at that." He motions to a werewolf who had a roll of paper in one hand. When the wolfman unrolls the paper for Pidonus' inspection, it appears to be a map of Everglade with three lines drawn on it, all converging on the mayor's office from different directions.

"Within the week, we will be marching on the Mayor's office to 'liberate' him."

[It wasn't long before one of the Persephone opened the door and motioned for Flan to enter.]

You need not be so shy, Miss Scarlet. This castle is your home just as much mine. So long as you respect the personal chambers of the residents, you have free reign over the castle.

Before too long, one of the maids serving Dracula would make her way to the library in search of Patchouli, asking for her presence in the throne room. She made it very clear that he would be expecting her, and would even have refreshments ready should she require something upon her arrival.

"Ah, Izanami, I was hoping to speak with you."

He waved off the minions and the arms they brought for inspection, taking a seat in his throne. "I would ask your assistance in something."

Patchy readily agreed, despite being annoyed with being interrupted. In any case, she decided to follow the maid towards the throne room. Clearly something big was happening, of that she had no doubt...

The succubus couldn't help but chuckle. "I shall have to get my swordsmanship back into practice a little, then. I would care to partake in such a scheme, after all. One of the night shouldn't just sit idly in such a situation."

One of the sword wielding knights approached Pidonus, offering a rune-encrusted sword that seemed to spark with electricity every so often. "I would be honored to have you by my side in the coming battle."

Upon Patchouli's arrival, a chair had been made available as well as a maid holding a tray of sweets and some tea. "Miss Patchouli, I would ask your opinion on something..."

Once Patchouli has been made comfortable, a werewolf holding a rolled up map of Everglade with several lines leading from Castlevania's gate to the mayor's office approached and handed over the map. The lines branched off soon after leaving Castlevania, and converged on the office from various sides so as to surround it.

"Where do you think you and your mistresses would be the most effective? I intend to capture the Mayor of Everglade and set this farce that the Guardians have instituted to rest."

The refreshments are nice, and Patchouli was quite happy to partake of it. Come to think of it, she could use a cup of tea, help keep that formidable mind of hers going a little smoother.

"Hmm... Let's see." She studies the map intensely, weighing all the pros and cons of each route. Ah? There is a forested area which one path passes through, and a lack of streams to get in the way. "This path may be idea for a small force to use..."

The Succubus chuckled, taking the sword into her hand. "Yes, I do think this an appropriate opportunity. I mustn't continue to rest on my laurels, after all..."

The mask will gather into a ball and roll into a corner just as Bridget enters the room and answers for herself. She's in black still from her heels and cheongsam to the ribbon holding her hair up in a twist. Not many would consider it appropriate for a council of war but Bridget had shown up to strategy meetings in just a bathrobe before. She never wore anything she couldn't fight in.

"Of course I'm curious, information is a weapon that I love to have. And as you seem to be welcoming assistance this time I'm giving you the opportunity to tell me what you had in mind for the next two weeks and what kind of end result you are working towards."

He absent-mindedly inspects the lance before returning it and waving his minions away. He moves back to his throne, notably louder with the added bits of metal now, before addressing Bridget again.

"I have ascertained what Everglade requires to be safe from those beyond the barrier." He grins some as he leans his head on one fist, looking quite amused. "Fear feeds the barrier. And so in making things safer for all, Theodore damned us all. Rather ironic, isn't it? That the only reason the people can keep their lives, is for fear of losing them?"

"Well then, if there is anything farther you need, make it known and one of my minions will produce it."

Dracula moves over to see the indicated path, nodding. "I had meant to send the werewolves down that path, but I would indeed feel better if you and the sisters Scarlet saw to it."

He takes a glass of wine from the maid and sips on it. "If there is any opposition, I want them crushed without hesitation. Will you be up for such a trek?"

"Being a Succubus, I'm very hopeful I can acquire the most useful things myself. A couple innocents turned into loyal minions ought to be of some use, right?"

"Of course." Patchouli wasn't one who was eager to violence by any means, but she has her moments... She and Remi would be more effective than werewolves.

"Since you were gracious enough to allow us to stay, lending my aid seems fair."

"So far, I'm not interested." Bridget responded and drifted over to inspect the ball of dust she had collected. A pair of lower servants were already on their way to collect it but the process seemed to entertain Bridget. "If you had actual proof of fear being the active force behind the barrier rather than it simply being weakened by that idiot's overall policy towards suppressing certain aspects of this dimension..."

Bridget will shrug slightly with a wave of one hand and turn to consider the man on the throne with a raised eyebrow. "Each of the four subgates has a certain theme. A future without magic, the past with magic, normalcy, supernatural... I wonder if this place is not seeking which is better. Future or past, magic or technology... Even a sort of balance between the two with and without magic. Genessia is simply a neutral middle ground." She'll move around to the half-covered painting for a suddenly solemn examination. After a few moments, she'll give the woman a slight bow. Not for her possible station but for the ability of the artist to convey the kindness in her eyes.

"Thus..." She'll straighten and smile with a mix of cold calculation and a little playfulness. Oddly enough, Bridget doesn't extend any show of respect towards Dracula. A very telling clue towards her past and where she finds value. "I am of the opinion that the suppression of magic is the key to this dimension's barrier failing. But before we start a discussion on this, I will draw attention back to your original offer. I will not be able to support a course of action made simply to create fear no matter what the motives are."

[There is a startled squeak at the fact the door opened and being discovered. After a moment, Flandre comes in, keeping herself looking as small as she could.]

I...I know but...I'm not good with others.

[Which is true and why she tended to hide away instead of exploring more often then not. Although now she was curious.]

What is going on? There is a lot of people here.

As Bridget moved closer to the portrait, more and more of the minions became agitated. Upon turning from the portrait, she'd find no fewer than three lance knights surrounding her, with their spears pointed at her. Dracula, likewise, looked nonplussed.

"Then perhaps your time in Castlevania has come to a close. Fear is a binding force of reality, both in this place and without. If they forget to fear, humans turn on themselves and the world. If nothing else, Castlevania serves as a balance to that destructive nature, keeping humanity in line, reminding them of their place. They are beneath us, and deserve no better than to live their miserable lives in fear. And if that is what this place requires to function, I am more than happy to give it to them. If that bothers you, you are free to leave."

"So long as they do not get in the way of my plans, I do not see any problems."

That will come in time, I assure you.

[He keeps his attention on inspecting the gear his minions presented, making small gestures when weapons or armor needed repairing, and the minions carrying the gear would scurry off, allowing more to file in.]

We march to war within the week. I intend to take the Mayor's office. I would appreciate it if you and your sister accompanied me.

He makes a small amused tsking noise as he returns to the seemingly endless waves of minions presenting themselves for inspection.

"You and Miss Izayoi are special cases in Castlevania. You do not serve me. Your allegiance belongs to the Scarlet sisters and I have no intention of driving a wedge between you. I would appreciate you standing with me, but should Miss Remilia decline to participate, that is more than fine as well."

"Well, naturally. I'm smart enough to not do that, as long as I know enough to know where not to be."

Pidonus knows better than to piss off Dracula.

Oh...If you say so.

[Flandre's going to believe that for now. Back home she just hid away instead of trying to talk so..yeah. Plus everyone older then her knew better...right?]

..If Remi goes I will go for sure. Unless she doesn't want to and says it's okay. But if we do..what would we be doing? I..I don't like to fight.

The knights and their lances earned a simple raised eyebrow, a subtle way of asking if he was actually serious. After a moment to examine the various reactions, Bridget crossed her arms with a look towards the soldiers that could only come from an older woman wondering if a kid was mentally challenged or just reckless.

"Of course humans need to fear something. The dark, the unknown, failure, death, themselves... But at the same time they are capable of so much hope, wonder, compassion, humility, and reproduction in spite of how weak and fragile they are as individuals. If I wished to do so I could have had all five cities under my thumb ages ago but as I said, I lack interest in driving fear into the hearts of the masses. But I'm not a knight of honor and righteousness either."

Bridget will take the opportunity to shift herself from the circle of lancers to several feet behind them while still facing Dracula with arms crossed. As if she hadn't even moved. "If I felt the need to take action against your intent, I would pretend to join your cause for long enough to learn how to neutralize you." Bridget shrugged and glanced back at the portrait. "Now, if you said you were going to rape the women, torture the children to death, and kick all the cats... I wouldn't hesitate to start a war right here and now."

Bridget's eyes as she turned back to look at Dracula were colder than death and just as devoid of compassion or hesitation. They were the eyes of someone who would hunt her own father and sister for over a thousand years for execution. It only lasted a moment before she suddenly dropped back into her usual cat-may-care shrug. "If you still want to kick me out just for having a slightly different opinion, go ahead. I'd take the exact same set of actions... or lack thereof." But after a thoughtful pause. "Except I would request the time limit be at least five minutes after full sunset. I'm still not sure about full sun exposure..."

The knights do not falter under Bridgette's gaze, and one of the maids hurries over, fully wrapping the portrait in the sheet that had shifted, scurrying off with it. Only then did the knights seem to relax.

"I have no interest in rape or torture. Such things may motivate humans but they - like those concepts - are beneath me. I am a bringer of fear. If any stand against me or my forces they will be dealt with swiftly and decisively, regardless of gender or age. Those that are smart enough to cower in their homes will be left untouched. They're more valuable alive and fearful than brave and dead."

He motioned for the minions to leave them and the room quickly emptied. No if there was going to be a confrontation, he would deal with Bridgette personally. "I will not evict you for a difference in opinion, however I will not allow any within these walls to stand against my ambitions. As for the time limit, you are free to act as you see fit, but the limit itself stays."

"I assume this is regarding the gathering you've collected here?" she asked, approaching the throne and lowering her head slightly in respect.

"It is, actually." Dracula returns the show of respect, waving off the minions nearby so that he may address Izanami more directly.

"We march on the Mayor's office within a week. I intend to 'liberate' the office from the rule of he Guardian. Especially with the revelation I've recently been able to confirm. Everglade's barrier requires fear to function, and is likely teetering on the edge of failure once again. I would appreciate your help in this matter."

I do not anticipate any actual fighting, and should any break out, my army would take care of the fighting. You and your sister would largely be in a supervisory role. I intend to liberate the mayor's office from the tyranny of the Guardian, and my army will make sure none interfere.

[He turns to face Flandre, wearing as close to a warm smile as he was capable of.]

This is but the first step of making you, your sister, and myself the rightful rulers of the night. After the Mayor's office is free to restore the natural balance here, you will have nothing to fear, Miss Scarlet.

[There is a small smile crossing her face at this point. She liked to fight safely..but was still fairly worried about hurting others more then needed. Naive but at the same time, slightly understanding. But someday she'll be less so.]

Oh. I guess that's okay then. It'll be safer to go outside then after that happens?

Edited (...DW that is not the icon I wanted thank you) 2016-01-30 06:02 (UTC)

"The man seems a smiling people-pleaser, with little in the way of substance. Still, he has gained respect, somehow," she said, sighing. Right now, Izanami found it difficult to form an opinion on the man. "Still, the barrier draws from fear...that is interesting information. Do you know if the other barriers are likewise fuelled by the emotions of the people within the cities?"

"...I will do what I can to assist you, regardless. The sooner this matter is settled, the better."

"Yes, he's the perfect pawn."

He nods, chuckling slightly. "I do not know for sure if the other cities operate similarly, but I have no reason to not think that."

He offers a hand for a handshake. "Then this will indeed be handled swiftly, I have no doubt with you riding with my army."

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