Convention #2

[Mayhem]

The small frame of Allison Grimm stood on top of her house with her classic pinstriped hat adorning her blonde mop of hair that never seemed to be brushed properly. The clouds rolled towards the east as the sun began to set to the west. She stood stock still as the sky grew yellow to red to purple to black. The winter sun faded quickly and the girl of 18 still stood on her roof. The clouds cleared and the moon shown down on her. The black of her roof seemed to glow in a silver mist that had settled on the ground.

A strange north wind blew and her hat nearly flew away, but a tan hand caught it. "Be careful, Al. You almost lost that thing again. Really, I may be Revan, but I can't keep on finding these things after they've blown in the wind for three days..." To Grimm's left, stood a tall, handsome man who looked to be of mlildly Asian desent but only with his carmel skin and dark air and eyes, he had features that looked remarkably like Grimm's older brother other than that. His glinting eyes and his calm features looked almost saint-like, but when angry a demon leaped from the depths of his soul. He had on torn jeans that hungs loosely on his hips and he wore a faded white shirt with red letters that said "Levi's" in a red box. On his back, he had a burlap sack. Who knows what he kept inside of it. "When are the others going to get here?" he asked, putting the cap back on his friend and creator's head.

Grimm just smiled and crossed her arms haughtily. "You thought you were going to be the first, Lao? Look behind you." Her cryptic tone mocked the genius that Revan was, and he obeyed her command.

His black eyes widened was he saw the three women standing before him. Each varied in demeanor and in style. The first, and most familiar, was Kouen. He smiled at her and opened his arms for a hug.

The woman of average height smirked as she saw her old friend. Her crimson eyes and spiked hair glinted in the moon light, and her white skin shone like that of an angel. But as this woman smiled, her elongated and pointed Canines showed that she was not of angelic descent. Her black trench coat was unbuttoned, so it showed her white boy beater and her baggy black cargo pants. Lao counted numerous weapons hidden in her baggy clothing, but he said not a word. "Lao, you unlucky son of a three toed demon, come 'ere!" she called happily, hugging her friend warmly.

Lao let go of his friend and looked at the other two women. His attention was drawn to one he had seen a few times before in Grimm's mind, but she seemed to be too quiet to speak to him. Her glazed green eyes stared straight passed him into the dark night as she sat on the roof dully. Her long brown hair went half way down her back. "Nordia, right?" Lao asked, bending down and offering his hand to the young woman for her to shake.

Nordia blinked at it and took it in her own so that the top of his hand was facing up. She kissed the back of his hand and said, "Correct. You're Lao Malatine, Grimm's first character. Revan and maker of some very good apple pie," she said quickly, getting up suddenly to reveal her slender figure and... toe socks. She wore a black shirt with red silk hemming, and her skirt was stolen straight out of Grimm's closet with a black, silky under layer and a flowing cotton outer layer that swayed when she moved.

The third was a short woman dressed in all black. "K'o..." Lao stated with a hint of mistiness in his voice as he bowed deeply to her. The bright blue of her eyes seemed to want to laugh at this guesture, and her black hair blew in an icy winter breeze. "Lao?" she asked, a chuckle in her voice as she raised a hand to cover her mouth politely. She curtsied gracefully on the slanted roof and rose to strighten her black coat with silver buttons and dust off her plain black skirt. "Grimm, when are the other's coming?"

Grimm only smiled, knowing her comrades to be coming sooner than her creations would expect.

((Rules:
1: You, and your favorite creations are invited to come to Saint Louis to attend the second Writer's Convention.
2: Come by any way you like.
3: You are staying at Miss Grimm's house.
4: Try not to die.))

[Malum]

"Pauk-de kar-nki tassli'kau lou-dte kalei lau caruta! Hulij-bpe Oin-jka larkin-de tash! Ellosdie pauk!" said the yautja warrior as he stepped from the metallic-colored liquid.

And so, T'liom the Honored Blood predator came from the void which is Malum's mind. He wore his full body armor, including his chest plate, metal groin guard, shin guards, and his biomask. The alien creature had thick yellow skin underneath his mesh, fishnet and armor. All yautja did. His was speckled with very small black dots, and had many tattoos.

He shook violently, sending mercury-like liquid all over the small room. As he finished drying off in this volotile manner, his dreadlocks (which were plated in metal) came to a stop and his necklaces swayed from side to side slightly.
"Garu-kaun, telesh-kca?" T'liom asked.

Malum found a small vial in his black breifcase (which was filled with vials and velvet bags of all sorts) and handed it to the massive creature.

T'liom was easily three meters high. His large, reptilian hand took the vial from Malum's without hesitation. It was not in the nature of a yautja to be trusting, but T'liom was a creation of Malum's and he knew that the ooman would not do anything to hurt him.

As he took off his biomask, revealing powerful mandibles over his mouth which were covered in strange carvings, Malum searched through a small purple bag.

He was tall as well, for a human. Standing at about six feet tall he looked quite like an adult. Nearly 19, he was close enough, though he didn't consider anyone an adult until they were allowed to drink . . .

As he found the desired pebble in his small bag Malum yawned and rubbed his tired, cloudy blue eyes and ran a hand through his messy, short brown hair. With an exasperated sigh he took a good look at the pebble which lay in his gloved hand.

Malum wore a strange attire, some called it goth, he couldn't help but agree with them, even though he was far more of a nerd. He wore a black trench coat which was slightly worn. Underneath he dawned dark blue jeans and a black shirt with a red symbol on it that said "Nox Arcana, Ordo Dracul". On his feet Malum wore his favorite black, steel toed sexy boots.

The pebble in his hand was black with scarlet and blue writing on it that said something in another language which no "real" person knew.

With a smile on his face the boy took another vial and poored it's scarlet contents onto the pebble, which suddenly began growing at a rapid rate. He knelt by it when it stopped growing, it was about the size of a basketball.

Taking out a strange, curved dagger with similair runes to the pebble scrawled on it, Malum took a small bit of blood from his right index finger, and let it drop onto the item. The blood expanded until it covered the entire orb.

Chanting a few unneccessary words, Malum stepped back as the orb became a pubble of scarlet liquid. Out from that liquid stepped Teoamn.

Malum smiled as his friend shook off the liquid as T'liom had.

Remembering his predator friend, he took a look at the yautja, who now looked nothing like he had earlier.

"Malum, why the pauk did you bring me here again?" the tall man with thick, black hair asked.

T'liom looked strangly the same as he had as a yautja, yet was perfecly human. His metal plated dreads had now become normal human hair, his speckled yellow skin was now slightly tan with a few moles, and his massive stature was now just large, like Michael Jordan if he played football.

His clothes had changed too, he looked normal except for his necklaces and armor, which had shrunk to fit him around his newly spawned clothes. Once he took it all off and fit it into a large backpack he appeared to be perfecly normal.

"Hail, old friend," came Teoamn from the behind Malum.

Teoamn had come in normal clothes which he brought from the last time he had been summoned. He wore normal camoflauge jeans and a simple white shirt. His hair was usually exactly like Malum's but he wore it long at present, reaching down below his shoulders. His soft brown eyes seemed to smile as much as his thin lips.

Malum clasped his tall (only slighter taller than he) friend's hand in greetings, "Good to see you, Teo."

Teoamn's scarlet hilted sword with it's beautiful black blade rested at his waist. He brought it everywhere he went, even the real world.

He was eager to see the others, as was Malum. So Malum quickly summoned Kallatier.

Kallatier had a spell cast on him before he left his world, to keep him alive in sunlight for a time as long as he wore a small chain around his neck.

Other than that Kallatier too looked very normal. Though, he had several concealed daggers which Malum could see, but only because he knew they were there.

Kallatier had short, spiked black hair which came down to the back of his neck and curved up slightly. All of the hair on his head seemed perfected, straight and unmoving, like a manga character.

His peircing green eyes contradicted his soft, kind features. His pale cheeks were rounded as was his nose. His lips were thin and long, like Teoamn's.

Kallatier smiled, "Where's Kouen?"

And so the four went out to where they were to meet the others.

[Mayhem]

Grimm crouched lowly and smirked as she slid down her roof in her barefeet, stopping at the bottom of her roof and slowly lowering herself down to her other level of roofing that EL's medium sized room had a window opening right up to it. With a slight grunt from the emotionally uncontrollable girl, she landing on all fours from the 6 foot drop and grumbled slightly. "Daggum roof, popped me ankles..." she said under her breath as she slid into her sister's room. Behind her, all of her creations followed. K'o simply slid off with the grace of a swan, or maybe an incredibly intelligent wolf. Lao was seeming to have a competition with Nordia to see who could jump the farthest without killing themselves, he lost by a good five feet and his landing shook the house. Nordia, on the other hand, landed extremely close to the edge, and did a flip on the way down. She landed with her arms out in an erie way that when the light of the rising moon hit her, her shadow looked like Christ on Calgary on that fateful Friday. Lao had a fleeting urge to join her, and send a sort of glance to Kouen to make sure she would join him, to fully reinact that scene. But an old feeling of cold came over him soon after. A familiar, yet unexplainable cold. He was going to ask Grimm about it, but Kouen made that impossible.

Kouen slid down in a manner similar to Grimm, only slightly more noisily as she was in combat boots than in barefeet. She grabbed onto the ledge of the roof and slid into the home of Grimm, feet first. A stifled cry rang through the nearly paper thin walls of Grimm's home and the darkness of EL's room."Goddamnit, Kouen!" Grimm yelled into a melted spot on her sister's carpet. Lao walked over and looked into EL's room blankly, as no light showed the way. He climbed in, and sensed where Kouen and Grimm lay tangled. He walked and leaned against the computer desk to wait for his friends to untangle.

Grimm groaned loudly, as she head heard more than one rib crack by the force of Kouen's entry. Her delicate body was under the heavy, muscular frame of her creation. Kouen's alabastor face looked surprisingly like Grimm's in the moonlight. After a moment of shock. Kouen pushed herself off of Grimm and dusted herself off. Grimm gingerly got up, a few gasping breaths escaping as she steadied herself. "Lao, if we get into one of those psycho, creepy battles with the unknown again... You have permission to use Force Heal on me and heal these ribs. Until then it's been a while since I broke a bone and I kinda like it..." Grimm explained weakly, her voice whispy and quiet. Almost a rasp compared to her deep growl that she developed. "Now, let's go to the downstairs to see if anyone else has arrived..."

((Writer's block.))

[Malum]

Malum took a good look at the house. Last time he had been there it was infested with xenomorphs and the target of an evil demon bent on ruining his vacation.

"Did you hear that?" Kallatier asked, appearing next to Malum in the stealthy way which only vampires can do.

"No," Malum replied, still looking on at the house.

"Sounds like they're all there," he said. "I think I heard Kouen."

Malum smiled, Kall and Kouen had met in a twisted realm which Grimm had made up long ago. She showed him blood wine, he showed her books. They ended up getting along great and became great friends. But neither had seen one another in quiet some time, and Kall was not good at making new friends.

Malum looked to his left, Teoamn stood there. His wife, K'o was there. They saw each other almost everyday, but when Malum summoned his creations it sometimes took awhile, during that time it seemed to Teoamn to be ages, though it may only be a few minutes. He too was missing his friend.

In fact, the only person (human or otherwise) who wasn't eager for this meeting was T'liom, who stood silently in the back.

Last time he was here T'liom joined up with another one of Malum's creations (a vampire psychopath named Scepter) and they sought to stur up trouble. T'liom simply wanted to hunt, but Scepter wanted to kill Malum so that he would no longer be the slave of a teenage boy's mind.

Scepter was kept safetly locked away in the steel trap of a mind Malum had.

"It won't be that bad, T'liom," Malum said to the angry yautja.

He grinned slightly, his human sheild transfering it into a recognizable expression.

Malum sighed and crossed the street towards Grimm's house.

[ryukinzo]

[glow=red,2,300]"Katon!"[/glow] yelled a young boy as he broke into a dash down a random street. He was running as fast as possible with his upper body leaned forward and his arms in a V-formation for aerodynamic purposes. Wanting to make a significant halt, the teenaged flipped over and attempted a cartwheel, but it failed misserably. His hand slipped, because of the speed he was travelling at, rolled on his head, then the left side of his body crashed down into the road. "Fok!" he blurted. Since this guy rarely used words such as 'fuck', 'damn', 'shit', and any other words that fall in the category, he replaces the with words that have a resembling sound, although they are all made up by him.

Ouch, the landing appeared to be very painful. The youngster laid in the middle of the street as his optics scoped the area for any of his creations he was playing tag with. "Baka," he whispered to himself as he arose to his feet. After tilting his head back while releasing a heavy sigh, the male resumed reading his surroundings. "Where in Hell am I this time? This sure ain't Texas. Ugh, running around with Ryukinzo is so adventurous, but yet so troublesome. Oh well, he'll find me soon." As the boy walked off, he shoved his hands into the pocket of his blue hoodie immediatly after secured his red hat and covered it with his hood. "I'm gangsta my nigga," he joked to himself as he continued strolling down the street. He had been accused by many of his friends to be a 'white-boy-at-heart'.

At this point the only description that could be given was his bright African-American skin, which was about Will Smith's complextion, and facial hair above his lip and some under his chin. This guy stood at about 5'8". He was wearing black Nikes with a bit of white and red, along with grips at the bottom for running purposes. Like stated before, he was wearing a blue hoodie with a red hat underneath. And according to the tag on his pants -- Boys; L; 70% COTTON 30% NYLON; MADE IN BANGLADESH; SEE SIDE FOR CARE; RN# 52469; STYLE # FGB36300; COLOR: RUSTY RED; UPC: 6 8001380257. Underneath his blue hoodie stationed a black sleeveless shirt.

As he stepped underneath a large shadow, he stopped and narrowed his eyes. "They call me Moses...Jared Moses. Na na na na~, na na na~, na na na na~, na na na~," Jared couldn't help but to laugh at his rediculous antics. Feeling revived with energy once more, he began to dash off, this time cutting in between houses. Now looking very suspecious, Jared hopped over a fence. He would've landed on his face if he had been any lower. Though he did receive a rough landing since his hands were in his pocket, which threw off his balance a bit, causing him to stumble forward to regain it.

"Pool!" exclaimed the youngster as he darted towards it. By analyzing the distance he was at with the skills of a cheetah, Jared leaped towards the pool once he was six-feet away...

While in mid-air, a semi-muscular woman glid through the air and caught Jared under her arm; landing in a crouching position. An essence of cool swirled around the female as her long wavey black hair flowed in the wind. "What the Hell is your problem?!" asked the woman as she dropped J onto the ground and arose to her feet. "Don't go jumping into ponds in these kind of tempuratures."

Naomi, originally the first girl Ryukinzo the 5th ever truely fell in love with, was a hyperactive female. Because of her father, she became strict and a genious on the battle-field, but because of her mother, she was able to combine her manliness with many feminine aspects. Naomi has gotten her ways many times with the art of seduction. She stands about 6-feet, with a perfect body. Of course, that's how Jared wanted all of his creations to be like a few years ago. She wore tight hot-pink pants of a spandex-like material, with black trimming, with a matching sleeveless top that cut revealed the top of her cleavage, and cut of just under her nipple. As usual, she wore no shoes or anything of that matter to protect her feet.

"I was just havin' fun...calm woman. I know what I'm doin'. If you take a look yourself, you can clearly estimate that I would've landed just a few inches from the water," said Jared with an intelligent and irritated tone to his voice.

Slightly irritated by his infinite excuses, and out of sheer boredom, Naomi grabbed her creator by his leg and flung him into the center of the pool. She chuckled as she sat down and leaned back with her legs spread apart, propped up on her hands. Atleast fifty drops of water rained down on her from the result of the loud splash.

[Nessy~!]

A feminine form two or so yards suppressed a giggle as she watched the two argue and the shorter of the two get thrown into a pool. "Man, I LOVE Saint Louis. Why can't anything exciting happen in Payson? Ah, well!" The girl said happily, her cheerful tone of voice contradicting the cruel winter weather. She shivered as a slight wind blew around her. The girl was dressed in a long sleeved black shirt, a levi skirt that reached just past her knees, flip flops, and a baggy red hoodie that was too big for her. The hoodie had her name written on it in black bold letters: “Janessa!!!” Her brown, blonde, and red hair was cut short, falling barely below her ears.

<Mistress, you really should keep warm.> A voice said. A black leopard rubbed against Janessa’s bare legs. <Your choice of furs is ridiculous with this weather.> Another form appeared by Janessa- but this one was a bit taller and had fur, plus ears and a tail. As she spoke, wolf-like teeth could also be seen. “I agree with Kabir, Janessa.” She said sternly, though she was smiling. Janessa sighed loudly, though the wolf-female’s smile caught on. “Oh, Claire.” She said. Something sharp poked her shoulder blade, and she jumped forward a little bit, with a surprised, “Woo!” escaping her lips.

A unicorn stood behind her. “While I don’t see how you guys think its cold, I’m BORED. Can we do something?” She asked, prancing impatiently. Janessa looked at her, and put her hands on her hips as she spoke. “Why did I give you the ability to talk? It never ceases to creep me out. Bah… I wonder why I still kept you around since age five. Really, Momo.”

“Because you just looove me.” The horse-like creature replied. “You know you do!” Janessa blinked at her a couple of times. The two stood there, staring at each other. “Oh, fine.” Janessa said, rolling her eyes. “Whatever you say.” She shivered again, looking around. “Well, let’s meet some people. I’m bored.” Janessa started walking forward, with Momo dashing in front of her, then running back and circling around the group. Janessa decided to meet the people who were nearest to them- the one in the pool and the girl that threw the guy into the pool. “Hiya!” She shouted, walking over to them. Her creations lingered behind, except for Claire, who walked beside her creator.

[giggles]

A dark figure sat in the pale moonlight that beamed into his friends house, a happy, yet serious expression on his face. Beside him sat a hunched over figure that twisted in agony and torment, yet not uttering a sound. Quietly the figure sat up and looked around. "Did you hear that?" whispered the once hunched figure.

"Indeed I did, why should I concern myself with it though? My main goal has already been accomplished. I am in Saint Louis, in her house. I must simply wait for her too get home." replied the sitting one who barely even moved as he spoke. " That noise may have been her entry."

"Still though, should we not still check, we are in a city and crime happens in cities..." A worried tone seeped into the hunched ones voice.

" I dwell in the darkness, though I do not fear it. I am the darkness. Fear is for those who let themselves be caught in the open. Remember that teaching." The unmoving figures tone grew harsh.

" Y-y-yes Highfather...I remember." Came the reply.

"Then be silent, and still...And for gods sake, stop whimpering about your wound and bandage it." Growled the figure now identified as the Highfather Misery.

A time passed and soft voices were head on the upper floors of the house. Eventually, two more figures appeared on the first floor of the house. The first one stood and looked at Highfather, then calmly sat down without speaking. The other however, seemed too want too know where he was at, and opened his mouth too talk, and then shut it swiftly before kneeling and becoming silent.

Suddenly the Highfather stood, and motioned too the others too follow. They did so, and as they crept towards the stairway The highfather stopped, and adressed them.

"It has been far too long since I have seen your withered faces. I wish I had time too talk too you all in detail, but I am afraid I am too excited too speak at length. Daethic, Frost, and Job, check the doors and rooms, if anyone is present in this house, silence them...Non lethally. I shall make my way too the second floor and search for the person I so desperately want too find. If I hear so much as one word of disagreement or disloyalty, you will suffer the consequences of actual treason against me...And by the way...Nice too see you all again. Now move out Nobodies." Whispered the now recognizably cloaked individual that stood at a moderate height for his young age.

" Understood, though, one question. Where the hell are we?" Came a low and hushed question.

" Saint Louis. "

[Nessy~!]

Kabir's body suddenly perched in an alert position, looking straight at the house. Janessa turned her attention to the cat creature. "What is it?" She asked. <I sense many people in the house. A group of which seems darker than the other few. Who else is supposed to be here?> The mind-voice said, only Janessa and her friends could hear, and she probably seemed insane, talking to a cat who wasn't saying a word. "I don't know..." The girl muttered. Claire said nothing, but Momo exclaimed, "Let's check it out!"

<Wait- one of them seems dangerous. He has a sword, I'm guessing... he is also thinking of you're friend. Brittnee? His exact thoughts... 'Be silent. Silent silent silent... Grimm. Blade, silent, Brittnee, silent silent. Grimm.'> Kabir added, suspicious. "Oh! Crow!" Janessa began running toward the back door of the house, then stopped to open the door. Momo followed right behind, with Claire running after, and Kabir walking silently, in no hurry. Janessa burst throught he sliding door into the kitchen, and looked around. The others filed in, and the sliding door was left open.

[giggles]

Highfathers body froze at the sound of the opening of a door. HE whirled around and stayed too the shadows creeping too the source of the sounds. And listening intently for movement, he could feel the presence of his comrades already near him and waiting, just like he was. Too asess this situation.

[Nessy~!]

Janessa, since nothing in particular happened, walked forward, into the living room and standing by the stairs, looking around. Her creations didn't move, save for Kabir who followed closely, blending into the shadows as much as possible.

[giggles]

" Who are you? And what is your purpose here? " Said Hightfather as he stepped out of the shadows too the left of the woman. " I will not hesitate too kill you if you mean harm too those who dwell in this house. " Growled the dark voice of the cloaked one.

[Nessy~!]

Janessa jumped straight up into the air, caught completely by suprise. She studied the figure. Never having seen him before, she was unsure of his identity. "Eh- er- uh. ... Crow?" She said. Admittedly, she was slightly intimidated by the cloaked man, but didn't show it. Kabir walked up from behind Janessa, standing between Highfather and Janessa. <Mistress...?> He asked suspiciously. Janessa didn't reply, but Kabir sensed that he should do nothing. He lay down on Janessa feet, gazing upwards.

[giggles]

" I was Crow, but I am Crow no longer...Who are you? You have 30 seconds too respond." growled the cloaked one as his allies appeared from teh shadows surrounding the woman.

[Nessy~!]

"Ayieh!" Janessa said, sounding slightly exasperated with a hint of fear. "I'm Janessa!" She said, looking around, frightened. She then apparently saw some humor in the situation and giggled, but cleared her throat and made no further noises. Kabir stood up once again, as Claire advanced. Momo also followed, though a pink unicorn obviously didn't intimidate anyone.

[Malum]

"Cocky as always, Crow," Malum said, coming into the house through the front door. He had heard most of the conversation. The young man stood in the doorway, not daring to remove his coat or ease his hand away from the magnum at his side.

Behind him came Teoamn, who's hand also covered his weapon. The man watched the others with only slight suspicion. He could not help but crack a small grin at the sight of Janessa's creations.

T'liom and Kall followed. Kallatier held a short sword in one hand and a stilleto at the ready in the other. He looked far more eager than wary though, excited to see his old friends.

T'liom, on the other hand, had already changed back into his yautja form. His shoulder cannon searched the room. He held a smart disk and was ready to grab for his spear. His massive form overshadowed Malum and his creations. This creature was ready for a fight.