Cult of Ustream ~ Official Roleplay 【Main RP Thread】

Take her into the guest suite. It is the door on the right as you turn left into my living quarters. There is a bed in there for her. Jude responded, clicking yet another door inside the house open so that Kyton wouldn't have to struggle with it. Then, a crash. crazE had fallen down on to his porch, and had proceeded to strike it in frustration.

 

Take her into the guest suite. It is the door on the right as you turn left into my living quarters. There is a bed in there for her. Jude responded, clicking yet another door inside the house open so that Kyton wouldn't have to struggle with it. Then, a crash. crazE had fallen down on to his porch, and had proceeded to strike it in frustration. Jude looked down at crazE, sighing in empathy. "Alexander, if you wish to enter my home, you may need support. You are weak at the moment." he said, reaching a hand out for him to grab a hold of. "Pricilla will most likely be resting in my guest suite, which would be the first door you see upon entrance. If you would have it, I will guide you there."

"It's... a bit of a long story. Let's just say that the gunshot you heard had a lot to do with it." Jack replied, sighing in defeat, "Come on, Kyton's taking her inside. You can come see her if you want." After saying this, Jack motioned to Jason, asking him to follow, and then proceeded to head toward the door allowing entry into Jude's house.

 

Starr let out a sigh of relief upon feeling the comfortable and soft bedding press up against her weakened neck ever so nicely. Her chocolate eyes closed slowly, sensing the two individual heartbeats, the two individual auras of her little twins. She smiled, then producing a slightly strange soft whistle hiss. Immediately, the twins woke up and began to slowly lift their heads lazily and mimick the hiss right back. It was a form of communication between mother and young. A non-verbal way of making sure they are near eachother and fine. Even if Rye and Ringo were newborns, their instincts allowed them to fully understand what their mother was doing and saying. Suddenly, Ringo let out a smile, showing his bare gums and then began to lean outwards away from Valerie. All he chanted was mama, and then Rye began to do the exact same thing. 

Gaga stopped right next to Valerie and glanced at the twins as they tried to literally get away to go with their mother. Ringo's eyes, as she saw them, were filled with joyous-desperation. Whereas Rye's eyes were filled with joy, and simply joy indeed. Aw...I think they want their mother...how adorable.. Gaga smiled and then nodded, reaching towards the twins. "I'll take it from here, child. I think these little pups need a bit of help getting to their mother, and--" With an unexpected jump, Gaga stood back as Ringo and Rye then shifted into their Royale serpent forms-- Two thin, small little serpents with small golden bumps on their backs opposed to their mother's large and majestic golden back plates-- and jumped off of Valerie's hold, then slithering rapidly to wherever Starr was located at. All Gaga could do was blink, and with that...remained silent. Trying to understand what just happened. 

It wasn't long before little Ringo and Rye located the room, however. One head peeked in slightly into the open door as the other one then did the same. They saw their mother laying on the bed, waving her hand around just before she put it down and let out a hiss of pain. And a strange man-- wait. Is he a clown? His hair, Ringo thought..

"it..." She groaned and got comfortable, looking at Kyton.  "It feels alright, I guess...my neck still hurts a little, but I'm fine nevertheless...thank y-" Interrupting the Royale serpent was a slight sensation of a bump hit her leg. Then another bump, then a slight shrill of happiness as she then smiled and attempted to look down. Ringo's gray eyes widdened while his tail waved to and fro, small little claws cutely gripping Starr's pants in order to keep himself on her. Rye opened her mouth and peeped once as soon as Starr happily looked at her. The young female hatchling clinging onto the bedsheets and flashing her bare gums just until she fell back to the floor with a slam and looked up slowly to see Kyton. 

Starr simply chuckled "Well well! When did these cuuuute wittle babies come from, huh?!" Ringo tilted his head slightly and then moved up to Starr's chest and immediately began looking straight at her eyes. It was as if Ringo was trying to confirm that it was his mother since...of course, she looked quite different with that huge bruised neck of hers. Starr quickly clutched Ringo's small little cheeks and began to rub them cutely, giving off a slight smirk. "D'aww...you missed mommy, didn't you? Were you a good boy? Was Rye a good girl?"

 

Ringo's eyes closed slightly upon being cuddled between Starr's grip. Immediately upon Ringo's cute little rasps and growls, Rye looked up at her brother and then turned her attention to the entrance. Big brown eyes widdening upon seeing her father come--Well, fall a couple of times, in front of her. The tiny, arm's-length serpent let out a playful squeal, coiling up her small body and releasing into a very precise jump onto her father's head. It was all a game to her as she saw, but upon landing on CrazE's soft bed of hair, she ducked her head down and stared right into her father's eyes until looking up at Starr. 

Starr gave out a chuckle and sighed, "..I don't know what you're trying to say, CrazE.." with a soft tone, she attempted to turn her head.  "..b-but I'm glad you came...I'm in quite some pain and I need you to do a favor for me..." Sincerity hit her gaze just before her eyes darted away for a moment. It was obvious that she felt regretful for risking her life. The mere thought of it made the side of her bottom lip pucker slightly with discomfort. Of course, it wasn't easy keeping a neutral composure when you're anticipating a lecture. But she went on,  "..Please don't be upset with me...I was only trying to protect my home.."

 

Concentration broke down rapidly like a crumbling tower after a slight echo came ringing into her ears for attention. After standing around in deep thought for a moment, she blinked slightly and turned her head at Valerie slowly, her eyes widening upon the question. Vale meant more to her than any friend. It was a sure fact to her, and she never denied it. He was always there for her, even if he was rather crude most of the time. He had a fascination with her-- to Gaga, that was enough to tell that he valued her more than others did. In general, he was a man she was slowly but surely falling for. Even If she brought up the fact that the Scarlet Gunslinger was in fact a merciless, blood-thirsty abomination, the end result of that would always end up with the same feeling. The same answer to the young girl’s innocent question. But..it wasn’t entirely innocent. Something in the empress’s mind clicked under a strange sensation followed along with a series of inner whispers within Valerie’s mind. Before Gaga could answer, she gave a sigh and placed her fingers up against the upper rim of her nose and rubbed it nervously. “It’s something…I’m very sure that everyone eventually develops overtime as life rolls on..” She stopped for a moment and stared at the young girl, studying her expression closely before looking away. “There’ll always be someone in your life you can’t rip away no matter what they do…”

 “…I was told to guard the door, but I reckon it looks like I need to guard you.”​

Piercing crimson eyes scanned down to the floor and back up slowly through intricately-cut eye sockets cut off from a thin black fabric mask. In front of Gaga stood a man, half-kneeling with his arm resting on his risen knee. With a soft sigh released, the man slowly rose up a finger and ran it through an open cut, causing her to yelp. “..When do you want me to treat that for you?”
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                      Silence again. 

“…N-…Not in a bad way, of course…but I want to ask you something, and this time you should answer me..” He leaned in closer, now positioning himself on the cold wet floor to sit on. Gaga’s torn, bruised form backed away with a heavy shiver of fear in response. Only fear running through her ravaged, depressed eyes-- darting around like the wild animal she was kept as. “..Why don’t you ever call for help..?” He silently prodded the question. Gaga simply looked down and wrapped her damaged arms around her knees. Due to the nature of her clothing-- barely even having any, the man looked away slightly and placed a hand up to block his vision. She spoke with a broken down voice, sweet as a doll. “…Help…don’t know what that..is..”

He grunted. “..Of course not…seeing you enclosed here like cattle…I should expect the word to have no true meaning to you…but help is what we do when one of our own is in need…Help is protection, if you will in your situation..”

“…who would..? I’m nobody…” With a slight sob, Gaga looked up at the man and gazed into his swirling orbs of red with a stream of tears just about ready to release. A sensation like no other of connection overcame the young operative and the young girl, causing them to lock stares with each other. Even if the man himself didn’t quite want to stare at her form at first, the need to look at her and ultimately speak her hidden language overcame it. The two spent a few minutes staring at each other’s eyes. Each fiber that connected to the dark abyss of Gaga’s eyes began to tell a story. A story…a tale…of solitary hell. Hues of what would have been a pair of gorgeous eyes dimmed down, using it’s toneless paint to illustrate the hidden and unspoken words the woman couldn’t even describe in an equally as casual way as the man did. 

And so the man broke his stare and nodded, quickly with a blink of an eye reaching out and yanking the black coat he had on with a swift motion. Setting it down on the poor woman, an overwhelmingly warm sensation covered her shivering body. And equally as warm words echoed into her thoughts like rays of light breaking through a sea of dark clouds. Even if it was a little crude-

“I’ve seen enough of this: you’re definitely somebody if you have me freezing my behind for.….you know where I am, therefore you do not have any excuses for me..call for help when you can…and keep the coat, you deserve more than what you're given to wear.”​

Gaga looked down slightly and smirked, then looked up with the best smile she can give. “…Even if you sometimes hate the fact they’re around, you can’t help but smile at the fact that they can’t go away..”

 

Concentration broke down rapidly like a crumbling tower after a slight echo came ringing into her ears for attention. After standing around in deep thought for a moment, she blinked slightly and turned her head at Valerie slowly, her eyes widening upon the question. Vale meant more to her than any friend. It was a sure fact to her, and she never denied it. He was always there for her, even if he was rather crude most of the time. He had a fascination with her-- to Gaga, that was enough to tell that he valued her more than others did. In general, he was a man she was slowly but surely falling for. Even If she brought up the fact that the Scarlet Gunslinger was in fact a merciless, blood-thirsty abomination, the end result of that would always end up with the same feeling. The same answer to the young girl’s innocent question. But..it wasn’t entirely innocent. Something in the empress’s mind clicked under a strange sensation followed along with a series of inner whispers within Valerie’s mind. Before Gaga could answer, she gave a sigh and placed her fingers up against the upper rim of her nose and rubbed it nervously. “It’s something…I’m very sure that everyone eventually develops overtime as life rolls on..” She stopped for a moment and stared at the young girl, studying her expression closely before looking away. “There’ll always be someone in your life you can’t rip away no matter what they do…”

 “…I was told to guard the door, but I reckon it looks like I need to guard you.”​

Piercing crimson eyes scanned down to the floor and back up slowly through intricately-cut eye sockets cut off from a thin black fabric mask. In front of Gaga stood a man, half-kneeling with his arm resting on his risen knee. With a soft sigh released, the man slowly rose up a finger and ran it through an open cut, causing her to yelp. “..When do you want me to treat that for you?”​

Silence again.
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“...Come on, now..” He leaned in closer, now positioning himself on the cold wet floor to sit on. Gaga’s torn, bruised form backed away with a heavy shiver of fear in response. Only fear running through her ravaged, depressed eyes-- darting around like the wild animal she was kept as. “...Why don't you ever call for help? You're not mute...I've unfortunately acquainted myself well with your yells for mercy...” He silently prodded the question. Gaga simply looked down and wrapped her damaged arms around her knees. Due to the nature of her clothing-- barely even having any, the man looked away slightly and placed a hand up to block his vision. She spoke with a broken down voice, sweet as a doll. “…Help…don’t know what that..is..I..-”

He grunted. “..Of course not…seeing you enclosed here like cattle…I should expect the word to have no true meaning to you…but help is what we do when one of our own is in need…Help is protection, if you will in your situation..”

“…who w-would..? I’m nobody…” With a slight sob, Gaga looked up at the man and gazed into his swirling orbs of red with a stream of tears just about ready to release. A sensation like no other of connection overcame the young operative and the young girl, causing them to lock stares with each other. Even if the man himself didn’t quite want to stare at her form at first, the need to look at her and ultimately speak her hidden language overcame it. The two spent a few minutes staring at each other’s eyes. Each fiber that connected to the dark abyss of Gaga’s eyes began to tell a story. A story…a tale…of solitary hell. Hues of what would have been a pair of gorgeous eyes dimmed down, using it’s toneless paint to illustrate the hidden and unspoken words the woman couldn’t even describe in an equally as casual way as the man did. 

And so the man broke his stare and nodded, quickly with a blink of an eye reaching out and yanking the black coat he had on with a swift motion. Setting it down on the poor woman, an overwhelmingly warm sensation covered her shivering body. And equally as warm words echoed into her thoughts like rays of light breaking through a sea of dark clouds. Even if it was a little crude-

“I’ve seen enough of this: you’re definitely somebody if you have me freezing my behind for.….you know where I am, therefore you do not have any excuses for me..call for help when you can…and keep the coat, you deserve more than what you're given to wear.”​

Gaga looked down slightly and smirked, then looked up with the best smile she can give. “…Even if you sometimes hate the fact they’re around, you can’t help but smile at the fact that they can’t go away..”

 

"It's... a bit of a crazy story. I didn't even see all of it -- Jude might be able to explain more about it. Come on, follow me." Jack responded, beginning to walk towards the house. Despite it appearing rustic Norse in style, there was what could be observed to be solar panels on the roof, so one could assume they were connected to high-capacity heavy duty batteries in the basement and supplied electricity to the house itself. Walking through the unlocked door, he hung his katana on the wall and waited for Jason to approach.

Jude, meanwhile, had taken the time to walk into the kitchen to prepare something for the bed-ridden Starr. "Hmm... should I make her the Earl? I suppose there would be no harm in trying." he said, taking some Earl Grey teabags out of a box in one of his cupboards and placing them on the table as he filled a ketter with water and put it on one of the elements on his stove. As soon as the kettle touched the element, it almost seemed to turn on on its own a snap to the perfect setting. "Now, to wait for the water to boil."

 

Concentration broke down rapidly like a crumbling tower after a slight echo came ringing into her ears for attention. After standing around in deep thought for a moment, she blinked slightly and turned her head at Valerie slowly, her eyes widening upon the question. Vale meant more to her than any friend. It was a sure fact to her, and she never denied it. He was always there for her, even if he was rather crude most of the time. He had a fascination with her-- to Gaga, that was enough to tell that he valued her more than others did. In general, he was a man she was slowly but surely falling for. Even If she brought up the fact that the Scarlet Gunslinger was in fact a merciless, blood-thirsty abomination, the end result of that would always end up with the same feeling. The same answer to the young girl’s innocent question. But..it wasn’t entirely innocent. Something in the empress’s mind clicked under a strange sensation followed along with a series of inner whispers within Valerie’s mind. Before Gaga could answer, she gave a sigh and placed her fingers up against the upper rim of her nose and rubbed it nervously. “It’s something…I’m very sure that everyone eventually develops overtime as life rolls on..” She stopped for a moment and stared at the young girl, studying her expression closely before looking away. “There’ll always be someone in your life you can’t rip away no matter what they do…”

 “…I was told to guard the door, but I reckon it looks like I need to guard you.”​

Piercing crimson eyes scanned down to the floor and back up slowly through intricately-cut eye sockets cut off from a thin black fabric mask. In front of Gaga stood a man, half-kneeling with his arm resting on his risen knee. With a soft sigh released, the man slowly rose up a finger and ran it through an open cut, causing her to yelp. “..When do you want me to treat that for you?”​

Silence again.
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“...Come on, now..” He leaned in closer, now positioning himself on the cold wet floor to sit on. Gaga’s torn, bruised form backed away with a heavy shiver of fear in response. Only fear running through her ravaged, depressed eyes-- darting around like the wild animal she was kept as. “...Why don't you ever call for help? You're not mute...I've unfortunately acquainted myself well with your yells for mercy...” He silently prodded the question. Gaga simply looked down and wrapped her damaged arms around her knees. Due to the nature of her clothing-- barely even having any, the man looked away slightly and placed a hand up to block his vision. She spoke with a broken down voice, sweet as a doll. “…Help…don’t know what that..is..I..-”

He grunted. “..Of course not…seeing you enclosed here like cattle…I should expect the word to have no true meaning to you…but help is what we do when one of our own is in need…Help is protection, if you will in your situation..”

“…who w-would..? I’m nobody…” With a slight sob, Gaga looked up at the man and gazed into his swirling orbs of red with a stream of tears just about ready to release. A sensation like no other of connection overcame the young operative and the young girl, causing them to lock stares with each other. Even if the man himself didn’t quite want to stare at her form at first, the need to look at her and ultimately speak her hidden language overcame it. The two spent a few minutes staring at each other’s eyes. Each fiber that connected to the dark abyss of Gaga’s eyes began to tell a story. A story…a tale…of solitary hell. Hues of what would have been a pair of gorgeous eyes dimmed down, using it’s toneless paint to illustrate the hidden and unspoken words the woman couldn’t even describe in an equally as casual way as the man did. 

And so the man broke his stare and nodded, quickly with a blink of an eye reaching out and yanking the black coat he had on with a swift motion. Setting it down on the poor woman, an overwhelmingly warm sensation covered her shivering body. And equally as warm words echoed into her thoughts like rays of light breaking through a sea of dark clouds. Even if it was a little crude-

“I’ve seen enough of this: you’re definitely somebody if you have me freezing my behind for.….you know where I am, therefore you do not have any excuses for me..call for help when you can…and keep the coat, you deserve more than what you're given to wear.”​

Gaga looked down slightly and smirked, then looked up with the best smile she can give. “…Even if you sometimes hate the fact they’re around, you can’t help but smile at the fact that they can’t go away..”

"..I was t-trying to protect the fam-- but then again-- uh..." softly giving out a sigh, she just let out a small smile and turned her eyes back at CrazE. "...but then again, I was a tad reckless, so were you...but we're all just..flawed beings..." With her energy levels low; not to mention the fact that her anxiety was extremely high and preventing her from thinking rationally, the young woman decided then and there to not even start a possible argument on the topic of family protection. It was indeed a touchy topic to scrape upon after such an attempt at catastrophe that in her condition was best not to touch for a while. However, Starr couldn't help but feel a little at ease with the display of CrazE's determination and Kyton's act of service. Both where, in fact, at least inspiring her to hang onto the possibly "last" strand of trust and confidence she has among these strangers/family. And for a Royale serpent to still hang onto a little sense of security and trust after such an ordeal, it was unheard of. But this was Starr, and she fortunately had the ability to build off a sense of stability from the rubbles like she's done in the past. So it wasn't new to her.

With a slight, stuttery voice, she looked into his eyes and held her grip on his hand tightly. A sign that her attempts at keeping things under control was crumbling down pretty quickly. Even her eyes began to water slightly under a few thoughts, then she spoke suddenly in a soft, broken voice. "I-I just....I'm glad you're alright too, CrazE....because I-I...with all this...I don't feel e-entirely safe anymore..." Finally, she turned her head to him completely, hissing in pain. "...nor do I want you to go....not even f-for a second.."

 

"U-Um, Darius.." Calling out from the darkness, a slim feminine figure began to walk up to the spiritual man. Under the light of Rae flowed gracefully a white dress along a mellow breeze that circled around her moving feet. The woman pulled up and out of the darkness slowly, clutching what seemed to be a white Sitar rather shyly. "I'm sorry to bother you in such a thinking state, it isn't my intention, but I need to ask you a favor...I need assistance.." Merely hours ago, the young Rosean empress recovered the paralyzed body of Vale left behind in Starr's lab. The limp slab of cold meat-- easily carried along on Gaga's shoulders-- was one of the many factors that drove the shy woman to reach out for help. After the battle itself, Vale wouldn't react to any stimuli. After countless attempts and methods to bring the Gunslinger back into consciousness, she only knew that she needed to appeal to the spiritual side of methods in order to return Vale back to his normal and controlled state. Before speaking again, Gaga remembered a few words in her mind, binding her impending idea together before telling Darius.

"I'm a Beatle, but I'm also a follower of the Mantra...if you ever, ever come across a situation where you need to revert things back to their original state...search for them through song and sound. Every thing in existence hides beneath sound. And thats what we believe. With that Sitar I gave you, you can roam deeper and mend broken ties.."

"I need you to come with me...Vale needs to wake up but...but I couldn't do it myself, neither could George. Nobody could. And I think I know the method to do so...but I need your help with organizing it.." she said softly, patting the Sitar with her hand and then looking down.

Starr shifted slightly in her sleep as her arms tightened their grip upon her twin's little bodies. Ringo's now human little form laid on top of his mother's soothingly face down in the most comfortable way possible. The rythmatic sway of his mother's soft breathing aided into comforting the little boy during the night on her chest, soothingly pushing the boy up and down slightly. But just a few feet away from the two was little Rye. Not near the comfortably sleeping duo, and not planning to. Unlike her brother, her bulging brown eyes blinked about from under the bed just as the little Royale hatchling clutched the floor with her claws as if she was clutching on natural ground. The little girl bowed her head down slightly and raised her small backplates suddenly, growling with silence. Showing the natural pride of a hunter just before her body shot out from under the bed and towards a single pillow in the middle of the room. Rye let out a slight shrill while her claws and bare jaws let out, then grabbing her 'prey' and gnawing on it cutely.

And not a single pillow ever survived after that.

 

I am perfectly human.​

Flashes of liquid crimson, tinting the obsidian of her blades, drifting past the indifference of her equally-colored gaze. Printed words that flew in strings and passages she still was able to recall, from the most unremarkable lines to the excerpts of pure Mana Theory her eyes, behind transparent glasses, scanned almost mechanically. Fresh in the memory. The unmistakable amaranthine of her sister, the deathly vermillion of her father, the astrological lavender of her mother. It seemed increasingly distant. Perhaps far too distant now, in a moonlit nocturne, atop the dilapidated building of the Cult of Ustream.

Yet I defy the mortality of the world. I don't know what I am anymore. I cannot help but feel if she has experienced this, too.​

Espira Xirro believed strongly in fate. But where were was the overarching mechanism which had bound her to Euthora? Where were the scarlet chains that, although detached from the plane of existence, dictated the direction of the universe nigh-flawlessly? A wisp of red, an aura that extended from her unfocused iris, trailed off into the air that instant. If she did notice, she did not care. Her vision darted, from one of the argentine spheres in sky, to the nightly landscape that stretched below.

"I don't care."​

She could not help but close her eyes and laugh lightly. The answer before her, was ridiculously simple. Yet extremely hollow, unsatisfactory.

Such a listless, vague conclusion. For someone who sees every single possibility to execute the task. Nothing has changed. Nothing has been lost. And yet, I am frozen. How much longer will I have to--​

"Espira?"

She half-rose from her seated position, at the edge of the building, throwing hand already swung in arc--fingers grasping the smooth obsidian--but stopped herself immediately the corner of her vision registered the identity of the speaker. The Diclonius. Why he, of all persons, have to become so deeply involved with her conceptual pathway was something she probably would never understand, at least in full. This was, she believed, a proof of the humanity that had been obscured by her impossible feats.

Mortals could not understand fate.

Blue eyes blinked once in surprise at her hostile reaction, but contrary to what she had expected, Shadow did nothing else. It was usual for him to release the psychokinetic limbs called vectors--consciously or not--at the slightest hint of incoming danger. She stood up fully, straightening her black uniform, and sighed. The weapon in her hand soon became nothing but disappearing particles of Mana. The fact she had failed to detect his presence due to being deep in thought crossed her mind once before she finally replied, with an eyebrow raised,

"What are you doing here?"

"I... should be asking the same to you..." he replied back, knowing the tone she employed--it was not her usual cold voice, barbed with edges that spoke of a lethality seen in combat. It was calm, reserved yes, but one could even pinpoint of a trace of warmth in it.

She smiled. Clever. "Heh. I just happened to be wandering. Or do you not know me well enough?"

"Yeah..." he nodded in affirmation to her rhetorical question, and then his voice, as with as much traces of uncertainty that still remained, sank into a playful sarcasm, "Because it's so like you to... go somewhere like this in the night, sit down alone, and then say you're... wandering?"

"I can assure you I am fine." and as she said this, Espira became certain that she did not know whether this was true, or false. "I have just been... thinking." she continued, hesitating only once. She seized the opportunity to divert the topic, "Did you need something?"

"Umm... N-not really. I just was checking on you..."

"And how many times have I told you there is no need to do that unless--"

Shadow chuckled lightly, "You never listen to me when I say that, so... I might as well."

Something told her this was going to be a particularly long night.