-Off the coast of Grimmoire-
The seas were rough, large swells high as mountains were being thrashed about. Thunder and lightning could be heard not far off, and the heavy rain that was pouring down wasn’t really helping with the Apollo’s dire situation. But it wasn’t anything that the massive ship couldn’t handle, the designers were prepared for much worse and made sure that the large ship wouldn’t run into many troubles out at sea. It was a truly beautifully designed machine, a fortress in it’s own right. The massive carrier could have seemed a bit much for what it was being used for, but the precautions were very necessary. Massive gun turrets lined the outside of the boat, and there were countless steel reinforcements that ran along the top of the deck. For such a large ship it required very little crew to man it, only a couple people to drive it and a handful of guards to make sure that no one got too out of hand, although it was unlikely give the state of the art facilities that the prisoners were in.
It was a dark room, with only a few dim lights circling around the cage like containers. The room was basically a large circle, the prisoners cages rounding the edges of the room, making it impossible to escape out of the sides. The only two guards in the room stood with shotguns raised, a little cautious because of the oddly open environment that they were in at the moment. But there was little need for them to worry, the cages were lined with some of the most powerful hexes known to man, creating a sort of magical force field surrounding the prisoners. Despite this though, the two guards seemed to be still very cautious, they knew not to underestimate any of the inmates and they’d seen first hand what they were capable of. They stood nervously near the only exit to the room, a large platform that rose to the upper decks whenever the operator would receive a call from the two guards. This of course meant that there was no possible means of escaping, the only way in or out was by way of something that wasn’t even in the room.
“God damnit… Why the hell do we gotta guard the prisoners… they give me the creeps” one of the guards mumbled.
There was a sudden flash of lightning, followed by an eerily loud crash of thunder. This thunder boomed onwards for what seemed to be an eternity, catching the attention of both the guards. The two men looked back at each other, each with an equally unsure smile from the terrible sound that they’d just heard. Sure the two men were trained to tone out such noises coming from the cells, but this noise came from above them, it came from where they were supposed to be safe.
Several dark and cloaked figures floated peacefully just above the hull of the thrashing ship. The three all looked to have been completely unfazed by the horrible sting of the weather, standing calm as the water rushed past their bodies. Two of the figures looked to have been male, one that was much larger than the other one, having several rounded looking shapes stitched into his dark cloak. The smaller male was much skinnier than the first, and this one had several boxes stitched into his clothing. Finally, the female member of the group, who had dark locks of hair that fell out from behind her shaded hood, had triangle looking figures upon her cloak. All three of their faces were shrouded in darkness, and it was almost as if they didn’t even have faces at all. The large man slowly raised his hand into the air, a soft blue light began to shimmer from his fingertips.
There was another lurching sound that came from the ship, however this time, all of the crewmembers and inmates could have felt a sudden jolt. The ship began to move in a new direction, something that didn’t really seem possible for something as massive as the Apollo. It began to raise into the air, slowly lifting out of the dark and swirling mess that was an ocean. A good portion of the ship itself was now glowing much like the dark figure’s hand was, and it was as if the man wasn’t having much trouble doing such an incredible task.
As soon as the ship was fully raised into the air, the large man tilted his head towards the smaller male.
“Vox, what do you want of them?” the man asked plainly, almost having a bit of irritation within his voice. The man named Vox continued to look down upon the floating ship, raising his hand up to his chin and rubbing it as if he had delved into deep though. The female member of the group simply let out an irritated groan and began to run her fingers through her black hair.
“I still say that we should just kill all of them now… don’t you think so too Vound?” she said in a somewhat mocking and obnoxious sort of tone, trying her best to break the large man’s concentration.
“Vangle… I swear I’ll…” the large man seemed to say through grinding teeth, only to be cut off by Vox raising his hand into the air.
“No… you know that we cannot do that… or at least not now we can’t…” his words seemed to instantly quell the other two’s arguing.
“Hmph… whatever you say… but I still think you should let us have a bit of fun…” the girl said in a somewhat bored tone of voice. Vox tilted his head to look back at the girl, and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could still tell that he was smiling.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance…” he turned to Vound.
“We’ll be dropping them off in quite a few different locations… that should by them some time to get away from the coastline… especially if we put them into places that aren’t usual for a shipwreck…” he said as his face turned back down towards the ship. Suddenly a voice seemed to echo within the minds of all the inmates, a voice that began to slowly slip all of them deeper into unconsciousness.
“Sleep well my friends… for tomorrow… you’ll all be free…”
-The morning, several locations on the coast of Grimmoire-
The Apollo, once a great ship but now nothing more than a graveyard of destruction. Much like a beached whale, a good portion the massive ship sat helplessly on the shore. Metal beams and turrets were torn to shreds, and the waterlogged behemoth was but a shell of it’s former self. But there was a bright side to the scene though, the sun had finally come out, much like it normally would on any other day. All traces of the storm were gone, and the only thing left was a few sparse clouds that lined the sky.
It was morning now, and all of the inmates suddenly felt rejuvenated, as if a trance had been lifted and they were now free to do as they pleased. Their cells were open, free from all of the spells that bound them together. Nearby in a storage crate lay all of their personal affects, just laying in wait for someone to grab them. It almost seemed too perfect…
-Rottingham Castle: Throne Room-
A man sat upon a beautifully crafted and elegant chair, one that certainly was befitting that of any kind of king. It was obvious that this man hade a great deal of power, his posture, poise, everything about him just seemed to be completely perfect. But what was also clear, was the fact that the man seemed to have let all of the power go right to his head, and his ego just poured off of the man’s expression. He had beautiful hair, that of which was neatly combed and completely unaffected by the delicate looking crown that sat upon the top of his head. His eyes stared forwards at the group of soldiers that were gathered before him, all of whom were respected members of the Everafter facility, one of the man’s most prominent business ventures. The man was staring silently at one person in particular, another man who’s ego seemed to clash with that of the king himself.
The soldier was almost a mirror image of the king, not physically, but in all other aspects that seemed to define a man. His clothes were white, having gold and silver etchings that signified his high ranking of major. He had blonde hair, that of which was very long and seemed to have been well taken care of. The soldier stood proudly, eyeing up the king with an equally egotistical and arrogant looking smirk. His finger raised into the air suddenly, tapping onto the side of his cheek gingerly as he began to pace back and forth, taking his eyes away from the king as he began to walk.
“You know something my dear Prince Charming… I do so love your style…” he stopped walking, pointing his finger towards the seemingly unmoved king.
“You’ve been so kind as to offer us such wondrous hospitality that my words could never even begin to express my deep gratitude for it all!” the man was starting to ramble on and on, it was clearly apparent that the man liked hearing himself speak.
“If there’s anything else that you need Major Requiem… please let me know, because I’d much rather have your stay here being as brief as possible…” it was now clear which of the two were more malevolent, the Major seemed much more innocent and cheerful when he spoke, whereas the king seemed a bit more harsh when speaking towards others. The king’s words instantly halted the major’s rant, and inspite of the king’s harshness, he seemed completely unfazed by it.
“Ah of course my glorious king… we would never want to trouble someone as generous as you for too long, that’s for certain…” he said in a polite bow.
“You’ve got to be kidding… this king is an even bigger douche than the…” one of the soldier’s voices was suddenly cut short with a loud snap followed by a pain filled groan. The major’s foot slammed unnoticed into that of his lieutenant’s foot, causing his subordinate to suddenly shut his mouth. He didn’t even realize that his commander had heard him, and he knew that later on he’d be getting reemed out by Requiem. Stumpo let out a small sigh, wriggling his toes and hoping that their little scuffle had gone unnoticed by all of the others. The lieutenant was a slightly shorter man than that of the commander, having short black hair, cut into a spiky and somewhat military looking sort of style. He was very young looking, perhaps in his early twenties or late teens, and was very handsome even when compared to the two other men who seemed to have been hogging up the attention of the entire room.
It was clear that he wasn’t enjoying his stay there, even if it was part of the whole training program that all of them were forced to participate in. He really didn’t feel like teaching a bunch of knights how to deal with people who had special abilities, it was all just such a bother in his opinion, even if this prick of a king was the main sponsor to the asylum itself. His purple eyes twisted to the person who was sitting next to the king, a somewhat tired looking woman who was apparently the queen of the castle. He couldn’t help but let out a small and unnoticeable chuckle, thinking how funny it was that someone could actually put up with someone like the king.
((A little note, all of the people in Rottingham are in the throne room, and no one knows about the escape just yet…. HAVE FUN FOLKS!!!))