We would like to thank those who gave us assistance while we were... indisposed. And we wish to apologize to those who were caused undue stress by the events.

We shall hope that such events do not repeat themselves. Nor that such a poison will ever appear again.

There is... [A thick swallow like he's having trouble speaking]

Something on our.... door.

Astaroth-

[A soft thump as the poison finally gets to him and he drops to the ground]

[ooc: he got hit with Emerald Forest on his doorknob. Being a methuselah it takes alot to get to him, but he got what would be considered a lethal dose for a human so he's lost conciousness. He probably won't reply to comments.]

We taste like... strawberries?

How strange.

Though 'tis a less damaging curse than most.

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra.

The plague upon this city needs to be eliminated.

I will begin the purification myself.

[ooc: He's in ur mirror city, being a terrorist.]

Disgusting! These rotting wretches have dirtied our dwelling!

If we find out who is responsible...

Baybars! Wouldst thou-

Where are we? This isn't Grandmother's estate...

So familiar... Nostalgic?

Such a strange place.

[ooc: Ion's back from his canon update. He's from after Act Thirty Four. His memories will be fuzzy, but familiar faces will bring memories back.]

Th-this is wrong! We do not like this curse in the slightest!

We our true body back! Not this... this...

This is unnatural!

[ooc: Affected. No icon change because god people, look at him. He's practically a girl most of the time.]

They are back...

Do not touch us!

[ooc: Shota-bait, free for the hugging~]

Our bed is simply too lumpy. I toss and turn and feel bruised black blue! We need a new bed! Something softer! With no lumps! If we cannot get a full nights sleep then we will look atrocious come the morrow!

[ooc: He's the princess from The princess and the Pea.]

Nn...

We are... alive?

These cards... what are they?

[ooc: Alive and concious, though not too coherent. He's suffering from a combo of mild silver poisoning and whatever painkillers Lilith pumped him full of.]

Grandmother, I finished that 'job' you asked me to do with Astaroth. They didn't have any of the money, they'd already gambled it all off. I'll make sure we get compensation though. Their insurance should be more than enough to cover their debts.

[There's the sound of someone moaning in the background and weak gasp.]

Not dead yet?

[Some footsteps and then the crack of a gunshot. Then that voice isn't heard anymore]

Now it's done.

[ooc: Ion's a mafia hitman, a violent blatant one at that. He's confident no one can even touch him or his family.]

Yesterday's celebration was most enjoyable! It is not often we are able to spend an entire day outdoors in this place, so the darkness was a blessing for us.

We still have the clothes that appeared to us yesterday, they were most comfortable.

Astaroth, wouldst thou agree to another sparring match?

Astaroth, if wouldn't be an imposition, wouldst thou spar with us? We do not wish to become rusty with the blade and the exercise would beneficial.

[Ion is hanging around at the edge of the dance for, watching the dancing and just taking in the sights of the ball. He's well dressed in an imperial stylet outfit that's mostly black. He's also looking for any familiar faces among the crowd.]

'Tis lovely...

[ooc: Feel free to approach him, he's in an exceptionally good mood right now.]

A Winter Formal? Then... 'tis like a ball? It sounds as if it would be interesting to attend. Grandmother, Astaroth, wouldst it be possible for us to go?

We sometimes wish that the change did not overtake us when we were only thirteen. 'Tis unlikey that we will be able to continue our line in the empire because of the condition of our body.

Eh... Why are we saying this?

Grandmother, must we wear this? 'Tis not the usual sort of clothing we prefer to wear.

[Sound of rustling cloth]

Why must these collars be so tight?

[ooc: Guess who got hijacked by Mirka to be a model?]

Thank you, Astaroth, for being by our side and protecting us.

Thank you, Ranmaru, for being a friend whom we can trust. For for bringing us ice cream.

Thank you, Grandmother, for raising us as thy own.

Radu... we cannot thank thee for anything.

What is this?

Terrans, feh. We do not know how we came to be surrounded by them, but we shall deal with them as required. They are a bane upon the planet. 'Tis no matter what our Grandmother wishes, but we shall never aquiesce as to have peace between the empire and the terran race.

Radu, where art thou?

There is a human stench we find most displeasing, what must we do to be rid of it?

[ooc: Okay, take two on Ion. What he'd be like if he supported the radical faction in the empire that wants war with the humans. Ie: He's an evil little brat. He probably wouldn't even hesitate in hurting anybody who annoys him.]

We are fine. Our apologies for any misconceptions that were spawned. The evil spawn creature Greed forced us to use haste longer than is recomended before attacking us. As a result we were no coherent.

We extend our humblest apologies to those who were confused.

Though we cannot say we enjoy being confined to our quarters like some child.