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Blessed are the feathers

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Nephele Randall Angelique

A missive has been sent through a portal and into the location of wherever Moira is along with a portal coin that will carry her away. To be rather clear and upfront, the location for what’s about to happen takes place in Persistence, not upon Defiance, or more commonly known as Planet II. Instead, it takes place in the basement of a tavern located deep in the city.

From the outside it looks beautiful, well maintained and folksy. Softwood and intricate stone carvings make up most of the building’s outer structure. It’s hard to see through the high windows, but the energy and excitement from within can be felt outside. As you enter the tavern through the decorated, wooden door, you’re welcomed by aromas of roasted meats and the smell of alcohol. The bartender is extremely busy, but still manages to welcome you with a wink. It’s as engaging inside as it is on the outside. Several walls support the upper floor and the decoration lights attached to them. The walls are overflowing with signatures and written messages, undoubtedly from happy customers.


The tavern itself is packed. Passing traders seem to be the primary clientele here, which often indicates great food. Several long tables are occupied by what looks like couples, lone travelers and anybody else who enjoys great company. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who are indulging in great food and drinks, while some do try to strike a conversation, others can barely speak a word between eating what must be delicious food. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company. There are rumors about this tavern, supposedly it’s famous for something, but no one can remember what for. Though judging by the warmth and joy radiating throughout the tavern, it’s probably the atmosphere that makes this tavern famous.


Beneath the stairs that lead into the basement, though, is a rather different story. The walls are damp with leaks from above stairs and the water pipes that lead down below, the floor a layer of dirty, dank water that gives off the scent of rot. In the corner is Alexandria’s cage only made with steel this time instead of water as it had been the night before, however, she rests in about three inches of water. The vampiress rests on a bed in the opposite corner, curled up into something of a ball as she waits for Moira to appear.

Alexandria Giovanni

The girl was curled up in a ball in the far back of the cage. She didn”t know where they were or how they got there. She knew that she was cold and tired and really wanted to go home now. The only focus she had were the voices from upstairs, but they sounded so happy and filled with glee, that even if she were to call for help, she couldn’t be heard. Her head hurt … her clothes wet, her body trying to keep herself warm. She glances to the sleeping woman and sighs deeply, wondering who she was and why was she doing this? But with her asleep, those questions might have to wait.

Moira Crux

The last thing that Moira had expected today was to be suddenly whisked away from the bar at the Inn by some random portal coin and such. But it all happened so fast that she didn’t have a chance to react. Once she arrived in her new and forced destination, the blonde phoenix spun around frantically to observe her new surroundings. How the hell? Where the hell? Golden hues took note of the sight of joy. The food and beverages, the people. Everyone looked so happy here. But something didn’t feel right to her. Moira passed by every table, every person, paying them no mind as she tugged at her shirt whilst one her way to the entrance of the basement. Slowly, hesitantly, she entered, going down the stairs to the basement. Her expression changed from confusion to a feeling of dread. It was so damp down here…. Almost cold. Mo didn’t like it. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Moira’s golden hues darted towards the cage…and the person in it. Oh, Gaia. It was Lex. She made a beeline for it, completely ignoring the being in the bed at the opposite corner as she moved towards the sleeping, younger phoenix rather quickly. “Lex?! Lex, wake up.”

Nephele Randall Angelique

Moss trickles over the walls, an algae type green lingering among those few inches of water that suddenly ripples with Moira streaking through it. That body on the bed shifts with the sudden arrival of that familiar face but it is in her territory that the other phoenix has entered. Moira, it seems, has a part to play in this little venture they have undertaken, it seems, because that water springs up as she moves toward that cage, a chair of it fashioning itself into metal with the iron that has corroded away in this room from its furnace, long gone. It wraps around her legs, pinning her with wet, cold metal cuffs while her hands find themselves in the same position. The very one that she probably does not expect is a collar that runs through a chain through a small hole near the back of her head, one that is fastened to a wall behind that chair to keep her locked in just as tight as Alexa is within her cage. The woman shifts in her bed, her eyes suddenly alert. “Two birds for the price of one..” She clears her throat, moving to rise to her feet. “Alexa didn’t tell me what I wanted to know. I doubt even she knows, but the other people upstairs were so nice and friendly to tell me that she feels the death and pain of other phoenixes around her through her bonds with them. I couldn’t help but bring you here.”

Alexandria Giovanni

Her eyes close while watching the woman who held her captive, exhaustion grabbing a firm hold of the child’s mind. It was cold, and damp and dark and the child’s body was not yet used to it. Hmmm … Mo’s voice … it kind of ripped through the silence in her mind. She had a sweet, calming voice … wait … Mo’s voice … MO’S VOICE? Her eyes snap open and she stares at the phoenix with shocked, wide eyes. “Mo … what are you doing here?” Her voice and whispered, best if whatever that damn woman was, siren or … Gaia knows what monster …. “NO!” The girl cries out and she wraps cold, numb fingers around the bars of her cage and starts to tug and pull at the bars. Why did she come? No no no …. Mo needs to run … she needs to go away … she needs to escape. “Please … don’t hurt her … I really don’t know anything ….” 

Moira Crux

“Lex, I’m here to get you home.” She replied, before those golden hues widened in response to the sudden action of being pinned feet first…then her wrists. Moira frantically jolted her arms, as if thinking that would do a damn thing only to find that she would fail in freeing herself. The blonde phoenix exhaled heavily, wondering if she should try to burn the metal. Or perhaps not. That may not end well. Son of a bitch. Her gaze darted towards the voice. A familiar voice… She’d heard it yesterday. Oh, holy Gaia. It was the monstrous woman who’d taken Lex away. “She’s just a kid right now. Lex doesn’t have all her memories. She can’t tell you anything because she really doesn’t know anything.” Moira replied wiggling her wrists slightly. “Please…let us go. People are looking for her. You can’t hide us forever.”

Nephele Randall Angelique

Deprivation of rest in a place like this is even worse than the physical kind of torture for it sends your mind into a place of hopeless discontent. It was cold, damp, and dark, and it consumes every thought and the child has been here all night, questioned in the midst of the late night hours. She can hear the concern for Alexandria’s friend in the child’s own words as she questions her friend’s arrival and presence and then cries as she captures her like a fish in a net. In brief moments, Moira is hers to do with as she pleases, though nothing she does or will do will be pleasurable for either of them. “It doesn’t matter if you think you know or don’t know what I’m here for. All that matters is that you will. If I torture you the right way.” Her voice comes as a growl, brief and without regard for either of their lives. Those bars groan under Alexa’s pull but they do not give way and they do not bend. Rather, they grow harder, colder, against her grasp. Nephele rises to her feet, the bed’s mattress groaning too, and then she stands within that water, moving to walk behind Moira. She contorts the water within the phoenix’s body, sealing her throat to keep her from breathing, also forcing it to rise up so it can spray and fill her nose’s airway. Since the mouth is connected, it very well might begin bubbling from that direction too. All while Alexandria’s watching.”I don’t need to hide you both forever. Just until Alexandria breaks. Or you do, mentally.”

Alexandria Giovanni

She keeps shaking her head, crying, her tears burning a path down her cheeks. The moment Neph got up, she tried to pull harder at those bars, through the cold of the unforgiving metal and as she stepped closer to Moira,  the child’s heart beat into her chest wals, threatening to rip through. “Stop … STOP! You’re killing her … Please!” She sobbed and tried to slam her fragile body into the bars, trying to force the door open, anything to try and reach Mo sooner.

Moira Crux

Torture? What the hell was she on about? Was that what she’d been doing to Alexa after taking her away yesterday? The last time Moira had been tortured, she was killed because she didn’t give the person what they wanted. And now… Gaia only knew how this would end. Unseen, the golden veins beneath her clothes pulsed briefly. It was faint. And of course because her clothes were black, there wasn’t any real visibility to it. Just moments ago, she was worried about being scolded by Arawn just for not staying at his place last night. And now? Well, it’s safe to say that /that/ wasn’t important anymore. Moira didn’t even get a chance to respond as her airway, both from her throat and her nose were restricted by rising water. The blonde jolted in the chair, squirming as she struggled to breathe.

Nephele Randall Angelique

Scream as Alexa might, she can’t break or stop the woman from doing what she is now. She steps forward, pressing a hand against Moira’s cheek and not only is the water now stronger within the phoenix’s body but her touch branches rot and decay through her, searing pain burning through nerves at the top of her flesh where nerve tips are strongest before rot, dark and black, spreads through her veins, igniting a burning path that ends in flesh falling away and then pus and rot and blood leaking from such wounds that stretch over her face, her chest, her back, even her legs, each one more painful depending on the spot. Those bars hold, and the drowning only gets more intense since Moira can’t even grab at her face or her throat with her hands being bound, with that collar around her neck that’s holding her head in place while her ribs and diaphragm wrack with pain, all whilst she’s trying to breathe. “No, I won’t. She’s gonna die and you’re going to feel it.”

Alexandria Giovanni

Her eyes wide in shock and she was frozen in time and place, hands unable to pull at the bars anymore, legs unable to step. She was just watching Mo, her sister be tortured an inch away from death and there was nothing she could do. Her body doesn’t react, her flame still locked in a glass case and for some reason the child just couldn’t reach it … couldn’t open it. And now … now she felt Mo’s death inching closer and closer, like a shadow looming over her sister …. and she was powerless … she had no way of defending her … “I’m sorry … I’m so sorry ….” She whispers and grabs her own chest, starting to feel short of breath … so hard to breathe … 

Moira Crux

If Moira could scream, she would. The pain that she felt along with the inability to breathe was intense. She could feel her body rotting. Shutting down even as she tried to fight it. Her inner flame barely flickered. Moira was inches away from death. And there was nothing that she could do about it being bound the way she was. Eyelids fluttered, golden hues half closed as she looked in Alexa’s direction. All Moira wanted to do was save the younger phoenix. And apologize for the trouble she was being put through, because she felt so guilty for not being able to protect Lex. But it appeared that all she did was make things worse. Arawn was going to be pissed. Elijah was going to be…. Oh Gaia.. Eli…. Moira’s head lowered, those golden hues of hers unable to stay open any longer. The woman’s inner flame was going out.

Nephele Randall Angelique

She catches Moira’s death, her eyes jetting black, completely black. In a matter of moments, as the girl’s dying, she catches hold of it even more so until all that’s left is to bring her back. She does it before Moira’s body turns to ash, knowing there’s always just a little bit of time before then and her eyes, at that point, sweep back to Alexa. Alexa should be feeling that death as it passes through her, each and every bit all consuming. And when Alexa has felt that death ten times over, Nephele steps forward and wrenches Moira’s soul back into her body. She doesn’t seem the least bit phased by the potent magic the soul carried. At the same time, wounds heal and begin stitching back together. As a result, Moira is left unharmed for a brief moment while she looks back to the girl. “Tell me what I want to know. Where are they? My clansmen. Where are they?” As if Alexa will know, based on that little death. It’s when Alexa either lets those words ring out or she doesn’t at all that Nephele goes right back into action. Only then, though.

Alexandria Giovanni

Her little body curls on itself, arms lifting to her head, hands pressing over her ears hard and she lets out a pain filled scream. Everything hurts, her body, her mind. She feels like she slammed into the ground after a ten foot drop. Her mind is numbed by Mo’s voice and her last smile, she feels her own heart being squeezed inside her body until it nearly explodes. She can’t watch anymore, she doesn’t want to watch anymore. She drops to her knees, her hands still covering her head. “I don’t know … I don’t know …..” She shakes her head violently, crying her little eyes out. She didn’t know … she never had access to that information.

Moira Crux

Upon her soul reentering her body, Moira gasped for air. Her head lifted, golden hues darting frantically between the woman and Alexa. She just…died. This… this woman just killed her. How was she back so soon? For a moment she seemed calmer, but her gaze was on Alexa. She didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything she could say. Not to make this situation any better. Mo wanted to tell her that it was okay. But it wasn’t okay. What else was there? There was no other way to soothe the younger phoenix. No words, no actions. She just… couldn’t let herself break. Moira had to keep herself together mentally, the best she could under this situation. “I’m sorry, Lex…”

Nephele Randall Angelique

Alexa is crying by the time the whole process is done, wracking against herself in pain as she drops to her knees and then Moira is back, calmer for a moment as she peers toward Alexa. As she apologizes. But this time, it’s meant to be worse. She wants Moira to feel every single loss and Alexa thereafter. She steps forward, is already pretty close, and in a matter of moments, Moira is rotting from the inside out. She does it this way so that each and every thing that dies inside her is painful, from organs shutting down to the liver giving out, making her jaundiced, poisoning her body so that her nose trickles bile, so that her eyes begin to bleed, so that her eardrums burst and give away, so that brain loss incurs memory lost as well as emotions, so that the toes and fingers decay and fall off into the water, if not inside shoes. So that nerves burn, tingle as if itching, and then go up in rotting flames. All in a method to kill her again. “Come on, you must know something. TELL ME.” As a side note, she begins linking Alexa to Moira so that she can feel each and everything, so that she can sense the death all the more. And the beginning stages to kill Alexa too. Connecting each of their bodies at least partially mentally and partially physically.

Alexandria Giovanni

Through everything, she hears Mo’s voice and gains some weak control over herself. Swallowing her own tears, she attempts to stand, but as she does Neph was at it again. She can’t bare the sight anymore, slamming her body into that cage, in a frail attempt to force the door open. She can’t anymore, something has to be done, she can’t just leave her sister to suffer anymore. This was too much, so she backs up and slams herself into the door again, her ears ringing with the sudden crunch sound of her own forearm breaking. She doesn’t care, she backs up again, but falls to her knees once again, feeling her body starting to get numb, her nerves no longers hers to control, her mind starting to lose grip with herself. What was the woman doing to them? “I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” She screams out with a final, frail attempt at persuading the woman …. she didn’t know where her kin was …. she didn’t ….

Moira Crux

She cared more about Lex than herself, and this was no exception. She wanted so badly to help the younger phoenix…but it was impossible in her current state. Her current position. Moira was fine… until they were back at it. The blonde phoenix gritted her teeth as the pain began. No. No, don’t scream. Don’t give this woman the satisfaction… Unfortunately, as she felt her insides rotting, failing… It was getting more and more difficult not to feel that pain. Moira first whimpered, balling her hands up into fists. But as the torture went on… The pain. The rotting, the shutting down. And now the crying of blood? She finally screamed, unable to hold it back. How much more would they be put through? “Stop!… Make it stop! Please!”

Nephele Randall Angelique

That scream from Moira is what triggers her death. Her scream rings out and Alexa’s does too as the phoenix crumbles in the cage and Moira is killed by the rot that consumes almost her entire body. Rot, decay, the leftovers, are deposited in the water but Nephele catches that body of Moira’s, reforming it with the water, reeling her soul back in but the death has already made itself known for small Alexa and since they’re linked, it’s so much worse. Only made worse when Nephele, right away, begins to use that water that reformed Moira’s body in an attempt to kill her again even sooner. This time, though, the effects go two ways. It’s as if Alexa is being subjected to the water too that starts in the throat, carries into the nostrils, pours from the ears and mouth. And since Alexa probably hasn’t eaten since the day before, there’s nothing for her small stomach to throw up. It leaves her dry and wet heaving as the water circulates, her own saliva and the water on the floor of her cage, both phoenixes being pushed toward that death. Nephele’s face is contorted with anger, fangs prominent as her snarl wreathes the room in desperate darkness. If neither will tell her, they’re no good. She has to kill them which will give her more time to do what she must. Considering neither will remember her if she plots their true death, even if they’ll come back.

Alexandria Giovanni

Damn the link that the siren created. Alexa couldn’t tell anymore what was hurting her, or what was hurting Mo. Her body was twitching and spazzing beyond her control and she felt Mo die again, fingers digging in her own hair, pulling at it. “STOP!” She yelled at the siren, but knew it would fall on deaf ears. Her small body was unable to keep up with the pain the woman inflicted, the pain that Mo was going through, her mind at a dangerous level, close to just snap. Yet all her senses woke up when she felt she can’t breathe. She can’t inhale, can’t cough, she is suffocating. Her frame drops, frantically pushing her hands forward to catch herself, but something is pulsing within her chest, warming her body up, wrapping around her mind. From the inside, her inner flame explodes to life and soon, the water around her is boiling. Her face lifts to the woman who brought them nothing but pain and agony, but it’s not the usual compassionate look she always had for everyone. Crimson flames are burning in the girl’s blue, innocent eyes and with it came a rage and hatred feeling. The water that was choking her was reduced to steam, flowing out of her nostrils and soon, the little girl’s frame was engulfed by crimson flames, until there was nothing but fire burning in the cage. Hateful, crimson flames, melting at the cage in almost the time it takes one to blink. The flames grew, reforming the little girl’s body into that of a young woman, breaking just enough for her to come into full view, the childish dress burned off of her, inferni markings glowing golden over all of her skin. Her red fiery gaze was glued to the woman and she lets out an ear piercing scream and at the same time, crimson flames rippled from her body, aiming to impact the siren’s body and give her a rapid fieryEnd. As undeserving as it may have been, she would never want the woman to suffer as much as she made them.

Moira Crux

And back to life she was again. After yet another death….. What part of her was being tortured to literal death and what part of Lex was being tortured, she couldn’t tell. The link was so strong, and both phoenixes were in pain and dying from it. Moira screamed as she was once again as she was put through more of that rotting. The shutting down. Then the water. She couldn’t breathe again. Those golden veins spread all across her, now showing on what little bit of skin could be seen. Her face. Her hands. They only pulsed for a moment, before those golden hues of hers began to close again. She had stopped fighting the torture, even as Alexa seemed to regain her fighting spirit. Moira couldn’t take much more of this.

Nephele Randall Angelique

Her body, in a matter of moments, is wreathed in the waters of the room, all of which consume her until there is nothing left but a wall of water that is set aflame. The water trying to choke and drown both Moira and Alexandria dissipates and an angry snarl rises from the walls, shaking the entire building. They’ll find that patrons are now rushing down the door as the bars holding Alexandria inside that little cage are melted away, the water beneath and around her into steam. It’s hard for the patrons above not to hear what was once a small girl or her companion in that moment but one thing is certain, Nephele is not dead. Steam fills the air. Moira’s not dead, though she is rather injured. Alexa too, in a way, but both are set to heal themselves. They’ll have to find their own way home.

Alexandria Giovanni

At this point in time, she ignore everyone that came down to help. Bare feet carrying her over to Mo and one by one she touches her restrains and melts them right off, freeing her sister. She closes her fist to allow a golden feather to form and passes it to Mo. “Press it to your chest once we’re out of here.” She tries to wrap both arms around her sister’s waist and in a flash, they both vanish out of the basement and into either Blue Moon or Red Sun, if allowed.

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