Carefully closing the door shut, she turned to leave as fast as she could. However, she only took a single step forward and away from the door just to have a sharp pain shoot through her head. As if she'd just bumped into a wall, if not a wall of chiseled muscles.
*BAM!
"Ack!" She could feel herself falling back and towards the ground, her hands up in the air, trying to instinctively get a grasp of something or anything. Her eyes wide open knowing what was about happening next— a heavy fall with more pain.
"Huh?" She had stopped falling, feeling something holding her at her back— a hand. Someone had caught her, she'd been saved from a fall? Such a thing existed? 'No.' This wasn't her first fall ever, she'd had countless of them and they all never ended well for her. These were the times her luck failed to reach her the most, probably being payback for the times of constant abuse. Yet this time round, she'd thought just maybe someone had been there to catch her.
"Thelma?" A familiar voice was heard. It came from the person she'd seen about an hour ago, sacking her out of the dreamscape she thought she'd entered.
"Kaleb." Thelma muttered. His face right above her's and looking him in the eyes, her fiery gaze sunk. Disappearing into the inky blackness, of his pair of obsidians as she stared.
Lost in each other, not knowing how long had even passed already, the world around them fading away and leaving only both of them in it. They snapped back to reality as one spoke. "What are you doing here?" He asked, helping her back up onto her feet.
Adjusting and brushing off whatever it was from her attire, a wine fitting gown which indicated her position as the Head Maid. Done, she looked up at Kaleb with an innocent smile up her face. "To kill your son of course."
Kaleb stared at her intently with his eyes narrowed, having no emotion worn on his face. After a fleeting moment, he simply walked past her without a word. Turning the door knob, slightly pushing it open. A screeching sound of a sharp object being used on glass could be heard. However, that barely caught his attention compared to the other sound he heard— a horse's hooves.
"Vans is here?" He mumbled under his breath, audibly enough to Thelma's hearing. As soon he was heading out of the mansion, though unsure of who it was since there was a single horse and possibly one rider. Curious, Thelma raised up her gown slightly before following suit after him as fast as she could. On his way, a single glance at the faces of the guards got them following. For knights could communicate with each other in many ways, unlike hunters who had amplifiers fixed in their throats.
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*HUFF!
*HUFF!
Huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath Vrabam stuck himself to the wall. As luckily, he hadn't drawn any attention, having almost risked getting found out. Yet there was another issue— he'd finally noticed how high he was. It was quite difficult to explain how a being unable to die, would be afraid of falling from any height. And although the pain surely was going to be there, he wouldn't die no matter what. But to top it up, he could transform into a flight type beast and in such a state height didn't matter to him. However, this was because in such a form, he partially had the instincts of the imitated being and that included his current transformation. As a cat, having copied a domestic black cat and one which probably had more phobias and panic attacks than a human— a situation like this was quite expected.
On the third floor, Vrabam had his back on the wall, barely having enough space to have his paws on. With his front claws, he secured his body to the wall having no hopes of going downside. For even the thought of returning back to the window had been sacked from its chambers in his mind. He couldn't tell how he'd gotten so far from it so quickly— fear did give it's boosts.
What he currently had his focus on was the bead of sweat snaking down his face and the guard right down below. As the first few drops had fully awoken the slumbering guard, and any reasonable person would tell that another at the same spot wouldn't carry much luck anymore. Yes he could transform, but that would've been possible only if he studied something smaller. Since the cards he had in his arsenal were three, one being his current cat transformation, the other as the bug beast and lastly the scar wolf beast.
Having no mission of causing havoc here, not having detected any rotten cores in the first place. A sudden appearance of a beast wasn't meant to end well. If Vrabam said 'wasn't meant to end well.' it was definitely worse than Death — unending torture.
'Oh no, oh no.' Vrabam screamed in his thoughts, seeing the bead at his beard about falling, though it didn't drop. Heaving a sigh of relief, the sweat only built up more while the panic slowly subsided. Not focusing on.it, he could feel something large around his chin, for the bead had formed larger than before. Rolling his eyes down, he only got to watch it fall, heading straight for the guard below.
'I'm finished— they'll also feed me to their beasts too.' Vrabam was slowly losing it, the feline instincts and phobias were taking over his mind — quite an easy feet with how puny it was. "Ahhh, I'm not listening to you ever again Omnis!" [He meowed]
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"How long will the unrefining process take?" Ino inquired, seated atop the large bright sphere along with Omnis.
"It will be long enough for Vrabam to finish up his tas— hatchew!"
'Did I just sneeze? How?' The gray sphere wondered puzzlingly since he had no nose, and feeling as if someone now had a grudge against him.
Before them, the bright white lines dangled around in the air with most forming a cocoon around the orb like before. As having undergone the refining process to become a pure entity. It now had to be unrefined, since only in a Humanoid State could it enter a human body once more. So now having to wait, Omnis shut his eyes closed while Ino busied herself on a screen.
"Aaaaahhhh!!" His eyes flipped open, hearing Ino scream loudly.
"Oh, Good Heavens. What now?!" Omnis could see the unrefining process was still ongoing, yet why the scream. Turning to the side, he was almost scared by himself for a second. As Ino stared at him with a smile up her face, one which would be abnormal for a human, running all the way to her sides like a clown.
"Hah, got you. It's a prank!"
"Mastar!!!" Omnis yelled out, knowing he was in for a lot with these replicas of his. Mastar didn't hold back in making him feel all he felt when he was one being— not three.