The Inner Circle - A Musoka Anzen Private Roleplay

[sunken ship]

The dark Musoka went rigid as the messenger flew by, the trails of his scarf tickling his nose. He turned his head to watch as the Musoka scurried to Tobias's dorm. Zane narrowed his crimson orbs. Tobias was a close affiliation of his, and so whatever mail has been addressed to The Keeper, there was a very good chance that it had something to do with him as well. Getting to his feet with a quick huff of breath, he pushed past the doors and followed the messenger at a full gallop, others muttering annoyances and reluctantly parting to make room. When he reached the dorm room door, Zane gave a couple of loud, hurried knocks on the floor before he entered. "Tobias. The letter. What is it about?" He asked, pausing to catch his breath.

[buny]

Tobias jolted slightly at the arrivial of Zane, even though he was expecting him.

The southern line has fallen. Here Tobias pushed the note towards Zane, and stalked towards his desk growling slightly under his breath. He leaned heavily on the solid wood, his back to the other two as thoughts started to race through his head.

So where were the orbs now? Had anyone bothered to grab the commander's orb? What about the tainted Musoka deep within the vaults of the Circle?
The Keeper shook his head, scattering those muddled thoughts as he turned back towards the other two.




Deep underground, where no low-ranked Musoka dared to tread paw, a being stirred. Acid leaked slowly from it's mouth, green eyes taking in the darkness of it's cell. Orders, commands and wails penetrated it's thoughts.
Kill the pure. Taint them all. Make them fall.
Arcane slowly stood, the dank scent of the dungon cell rasping over her burning tounge, providing no relief. Hopefull the Keeper would return soon.

[PhantomNight]

Niré felt somewhat relaxed after seeing the Keeper in a slightly panicked mode. It made him remember that the other was also a musoka, on his side to be exact. He took a moment, trying to recall the events that had happened over the last week. sent to deliver a message to the commander, but what faced him then was a total wreckage of the front with nightmares and musokas roaming about mixed together. He had found the commander dead on the field, the letter by his side as if prepared. And the orbs, the crimson orbs.
"The commander's orbs..." Niré started, the nightmare he had suppressed now returning, those images he saw; of death and pain, violence and darkness, "the nightmares have it"

[buny]

//waiting for Danny & Dani to post to continue main plot line.



Arcane stood slowly, hearing the screams of the other tainted echo into the dark-encrusted halls. She was long used to their torment, the feeling behind it. The others in the cells next to her cursed and hissed, snaking their shadow-paws out of their cage bars to lash at the stagnant air.
They were not truly Musoka anymore. The orbs were still there, but their forms had altered into unidentifiable shapes, grotesque and ugly. Bitterly, Arcane thought that she was lucky that she still looked fairly normal. She pressed her muzzle against the cold magic-bound bars, feeling the constant burn of the orbs deep within her body.
She again thought of how nice it would be for Tobias to be there. He was quite late after all, and even though she didn't like him, Arcane still like talking to him, even if all they ever said were questions written on thick paper or sarcastic comments towards each other.

[sunken ship]

Zane's lips moved ever so slightly as his eyes devoured the words on the slightly crinkled paper. His head snapped up at the messenger's words. His mouth gaped open, fangs and tongue exposed. "They..." He started, his eyes boring into the musoka who had delivered the news. He shouted an obscenity, roughly pushing the letter away. "The commander is dead, the nightmares have his orbs..." His words became a string of fowl utterances. "Tobias, what will we do?" He asked The Keeper. His luminaries were trained on the back of his head, waiting for the doctor to face him.

[PhantomNight]

Nire was usually a patient messenger, but not this time. The situation was too urgent, and even the Keeper is confused. He himself wasn't quite sure what to do, but he knew that his job was not over yet. As messenger, now of death, he had more people to inform of the commander's death.
"Keeper, Zane..." he called out softly for their attention, then trying his best not to sound offensive or impatient, he continued, "I have to go to the council to inform them of the commander"
He paused for a moment for signs of movement, then sighed again softly then turned and began to walk out.
"...is there any message you would like me to pass to the council?"

[buny]

Tobias breathed in, his breath a hiss. Like the others, his thoughts were confused, muddled and foggy at best. He turned back towards the two, his image flickering once again to his clockwork form as he did so.

We'll have to visit the tainted to see what new order they have received from the darkness concerning these matters. He replied to Zane, who had been staring at him with those red eyes of his. Flicking his tail, the Keeper continued. Nire, inform the higher ups about the southern commander, but please omit the fact that his orbs have been taken. There is corruption in the upper ranks, and it isn't the best idea to tell the tainted what we know so far.

[PhantomNight]

Nire had always been quick on his feet and strong on his shoulders. So as he ran out of the room towards the council, he was easily able to think of a lie. As a messenger, he was never assigned to give ideas, only to deliver them or at times, to carry them out.

The council sat on the highest point in their world, requiring Nire to climb up a thousand steps to meet with the ones who rule the world. He was once again soaking wet by the time he reached their domed council. They rarely talked, and even more rarely did they have ideas. Guarded by many high-ranking musokas, he used to think that they were simply statues...until one twitched a finger and another twisted his head. He looked around the circular area where the council members surrounded it, completely still as always, and as silent. They did not acknowledge his entrance in any way.
"Council" Nire called, his voice echoing over the thick rainfall. He adjusted his posture slightly then began his duty.

"Messenger #5 Nire, the Southern Commander has been killed in action against a large group of nightmares within the past week. Those in the south are in need of support. Details have yet to be confirmed"

He ignored the immediate cries of protest and questions which immediately sounded from the higher-ups, mostly not directed at him. They acted as if they knew so much, as if they were so great. Sometimes Nire wondered how they would last before a nightmare, he knew most had never even met one. After a quick, almost invisible nod from a council member, Nire took his leave without speaking another word. As he rushed back down, he slipped slightly on the wet steps. He paused to rest for a moment.
"...talking to the tainted..." Nire whispered, repeating what the Keeper had said before he left and sighed. From the highest point, he was now heading for the darkest halls he long despised. Those who went there rarely came back up, and they were always in torment. He picked up his pace again, then whispered softly to himself;
"...you miss Arcane don't you, Keeper?"

[buny]

Arcane twitched a single ear, pressing closer to the damp, cold bars of her cell. Either those appendages were deceiving her, or someone was coming down the steps to the cells. Maybe it was Tobias- No, that couldn't be. It was too late in the day. So it must be someone else.

Tobias flicked his tail impatiently, staring down Zane, who still hadn't left his room. Eventually he turned away, and successfully ignored the other Musoka as he started to do his other jobs. He had work to do, and couldn't afford to entertain the other Musoka even if he was a war-time veteran.
Sighing, he lifted a paw to unclip the clasp holding his mask onto his muzzle. Tobias flicked his ears, and rubbed his muzzle in an attempt to get the sweat that had accumulated onto his fur off. He let the mask fall to the floor and nudged it to one side with a paw before jumping lightly up onto his desk chair and staring venomously at the paperwork sitting on the solid wood surface. With a growl, Tobias rolled up his pristine white shirt sleeves with a bolt of magic and started reading reports.

[PhantomNight]

Nire walked into the dungeon swiftly, avoiding all contact with the tainted ones. This was not the first time he came down here, and he suspected that this was not the last. He had had experience with the tainted in the past, both in the battlefield and with his friend who recovered, Noir.
He knew the tainted wanted to kill him, taint him as well, but his resolve was stong and finally he reached his target cell. But Tobias wasn't here. Did he miss something?
Nire looked into the dark cell, staring straight into the green eyes of the tainted who lurked within.

"Subject 901, Arcane. It has been a while. Is Tobias not here?" he asked, his voice betraying no emotion. He knew better than to be famliar with the tainted.