Masquerade
~Planning~
"Have you sent the invitations yet?" This annoying rabbit refuses to leave my side. It constantly nags at my every move with clear intentions to rile me up. It's working, but I won't let that be known. These hand-made letters take time and precision. A drop of mystical blood from this vile I bargained from the vampires must be the right amount for sealing the letters or my entire office will become engulfed in flames. The felt tip pen must be dipped very delicately in widows blood or insanity will take control in seconds. How could such a premitive being appreciate such fine works of a sofisticated delivery and craft.
"You spend so much time ogling me rather than helping." I said with clear disdain, turning my head ever so slightly. Seeing the red hare sitting on the armrest of my chair only irritated me more. So I look away, unamused. "Would you mind telling me why you insist to dwell at my side so much?"
"I'm bored."
"You could read one of the thousand books I have on these shelves."
"Not too much interested in these. I've spent plenty of time with Mr. Writer to know most of these are his anyway. They were gifts, right?"
"More or less. He loves to promote his new work to me." The little critter is here for a reason. "What are you here for?"
"To observe your vinly collection." My blood boils.
"My patience runs thin rabbit..."
"Okay, calm down now. I'm actually pretty curious as to how you'll go about executing your plan. To kill Mr. Plague. That's a pretty herculean task."
"You don't think I can do it?"
The red hare hops from the arm rest onto the shelf above the fire pit, appearing just barely in my right view. "Did you forget the many others that had the exact same intentions as you? None of them seem to make very it far. Actually, none of them made it at all."
I know all too well of the past. So many were killed or severly punished at the very least. Melvin being tricked to lighting himself on fire. Aaron contracted every known disease and illness within seconds, only dying after Mr. Plague permitted it. Samantha being trapped behind a mirror, to Sebastian being set up and getting his skull bashed in. Every attempt to stop these other wordly power houses always ended in tragedy. Although, I possess what they all lack when dealing with these higher powers...vision.
"Don't dwell too much rabbit." I responded eagerly, sealing away my last letter of invitation. It spiralled violently into the air, engulfing in bright blue flames, and dissapeard in cold embers. "After many trials and tribulations, I believe my new plan to be the right method in completing this goal."
He gives a slight head tilt like a confused dog. "Hmm...first step?"
"Break Donovan."
"Aaaah, yes. I had a feeling that was part of it."
"Second step, use Mr. Plague's false sense of accomplishment against him. This will likely lower his guard, then we could see his next step. I just need to be close to deliver a fatal blow to his heart."
"That sounds like a good idea, but physical attacks have never worked on someone like him. Wouldn't there need to be a more surreal method to ending him?
I chuckled and gave a slight turn. "That, you irritable nuisance, is why I invited a certain aquintance."
He walked by and sat in the chair in front of the fire. "Well shit now, you done interrupted my work. I had to put ol' Maria on task."
"Hmm? A new colleague?"
"Ha! A subordinate at most! She ain't worth much than an dull pencil. Girl just cain't get right I tell ya...".
"Sorry to hear. I'm guessing its a new worker? How did you even acquire her?"
"Careful boy...you shouldn't interrorgate The Interrogator. One question was already too much, and now you're gettin' to comfortable."
I felt a lumbering prescence to my blind spot. With a slight head turn, I noticed Syboo. The hulking giant stood well over 8 feet and packed on more than 500 pounds of pure muscle. He's quiet, lethal and just far enough out of my reach...but not his.
"Please, I didn't mean anything by it. No need to release your wrath on me."
He places his cane on the side of the chair and rest his head on his hand. "Fiiiiine...what did you call me here for then?"
"I want to propose a deal." I respond carefully.
The rabbit breaks his silence. "Ooooh, it has to be a good one if he called you."
"Quiet" I snapped. "Yes, a deal. I trust you harbor a slight disdain for my former master...Mr. Plague."
His eyes narrowed. "Ain't too fond of him...".
"Then we share the same feeling. He's become a thorn to everyone as of recently. I believe a majority of the turmoil and politcally discourse has stemmed from his actions. Slowly, our social infrastructure has crumbled and decayed and all aspects of the human condition grow stronger. Their fear has dwindled, except for sickness. We both know this makes him more powerful and damn near grants him omnipresent control over our world, and the mortal world. Too much time has passed with him slowly gaining favors with the Others, and growing in power. He needs to be put in check as soon as possible."
"...Revenge?"
"Huh?" Did he even listend to what I said?
"You want revenge. All of this stems from a deep seated hatred you got for 'em. You ain't doin' this for some self-righteousness. You don't care for us or them damn low-life mortals. This is purely self interest." I stood in silence, thinking of the correct response to pull his interest back into my plan.
"Correct." I finally said.
"Heheh, well at least ya honest."
Perfect.
"Will you hear me out?" I asked, keeping Syboo in my peripheral.
"Ya know, that sonna-bitch purposefully gave me a bad deal after saving one of his slaves asses. I got boiled blood in my system and need to get back at his ass. Yeah, I'll hear ya out. I just so happen to be lookin for revenge too."
"Excellent. If I could remember correctly, your cane hides a very specially crafted blade. Am I correct?"
"Ol' reliable, yes."
"But it needs a long running contracted client to be sacrificed for creation, yes?"
"Yeah."
"Then good sir...I propose another request to have a blade made for me. I have someone in mind that could easily fit that role. In exchange, after the plan to erradicate Mr. Plague, Donovan's contract will be null and void. I know you've seen his talent, Right?"
"Oh I've heard. But tell me, who do you have in mind to be used for that blade? There ain't a whole bunch of long contracted mortals around."
"There's one."
"You spend so much time ogling me rather than helping." I said with clear disdain, turning my head ever so slightly. Seeing the red hare sitting on the armrest of my chair only irritated me more. So I look away, unamused. "Would you mind telling me why you insist to dwell at my side so much?"
"I'm bored."
"You could read one of the thousand books I have on these shelves."
"Not too much interested in these. I've spent plenty of time with Mr. Writer to know most of these are his anyway. They were gifts, right?"
"More or less. He loves to promote his new work to me." The little critter is here for a reason. "What are you here for?"
"To observe your vinly collection." My blood boils.
"My patience runs thin rabbit..."
"Okay, calm down now. I'm actually pretty curious as to how you'll go about executing your plan. To kill Mr. Plague. That's a pretty herculean task."
"You don't think I can do it?"
The red hare hops from the arm rest onto the shelf above the fire pit, appearing just barely in my right view. "Did you forget the many others that had the exact same intentions as you? None of them seem to make very it far. Actually, none of them made it at all."
I know all too well of the past. So many were killed or severly punished at the very least. Melvin being tricked to lighting himself on fire. Aaron contracted every known disease and illness within seconds, only dying after Mr. Plague permitted it. Samantha being trapped behind a mirror, to Sebastian being set up and getting his skull bashed in. Every attempt to stop these other wordly power houses always ended in tragedy. Although, I possess what they all lack when dealing with these higher powers...vision.
"Don't dwell too much rabbit." I responded eagerly, sealing away my last letter of invitation. It spiralled violently into the air, engulfing in bright blue flames, and dissapeard in cold embers. "After many trials and tribulations, I believe my new plan to be the right method in completing this goal."
He gives a slight head tilt like a confused dog. "Hmm...first step?"
"Break Donovan."
"Aaaah, yes. I had a feeling that was part of it."
"Second step, use Mr. Plague's false sense of accomplishment against him. This will likely lower his guard, then we could see his next step. I just need to be close to deliver a fatal blow to his heart."
"That sounds like a good idea, but physical attacks have never worked on someone like him. Wouldn't there need to be a more surreal method to ending him?
I chuckled and gave a slight turn. "That, you irritable nuisance, is why I invited a certain aquintance."
*knock knock*
"Ah, just in time...please come in." The entrance door creaked as the it slowly pushes open. Flickering lights from the warm fireplace barely diminished the bright suit that poured in from the darkness. The pale skin, long goutee and equally as bright cane were always striking at first glance. Visually everything about this man shouts Angel from above, but his shady grin and shiny red iris would say otherwise. "Mr. interrogator, so happy you make it."He walked by and sat in the chair in front of the fire. "Well shit now, you done interrupted my work. I had to put ol' Maria on task."
"Hmm? A new colleague?"
"Ha! A subordinate at most! She ain't worth much than an dull pencil. Girl just cain't get right I tell ya...".
"Sorry to hear. I'm guessing its a new worker? How did you even acquire her?"
"Careful boy...you shouldn't interrorgate The Interrogator. One question was already too much, and now you're gettin' to comfortable."
I felt a lumbering prescence to my blind spot. With a slight head turn, I noticed Syboo. The hulking giant stood well over 8 feet and packed on more than 500 pounds of pure muscle. He's quiet, lethal and just far enough out of my reach...but not his.
"Please, I didn't mean anything by it. No need to release your wrath on me."
He places his cane on the side of the chair and rest his head on his hand. "Fiiiiine...what did you call me here for then?"
"I want to propose a deal." I respond carefully.
The rabbit breaks his silence. "Ooooh, it has to be a good one if he called you."
"Quiet" I snapped. "Yes, a deal. I trust you harbor a slight disdain for my former master...Mr. Plague."
His eyes narrowed. "Ain't too fond of him...".
"Then we share the same feeling. He's become a thorn to everyone as of recently. I believe a majority of the turmoil and politcally discourse has stemmed from his actions. Slowly, our social infrastructure has crumbled and decayed and all aspects of the human condition grow stronger. Their fear has dwindled, except for sickness. We both know this makes him more powerful and damn near grants him omnipresent control over our world, and the mortal world. Too much time has passed with him slowly gaining favors with the Others, and growing in power. He needs to be put in check as soon as possible."
"...Revenge?"
"Huh?" Did he even listend to what I said?
"You want revenge. All of this stems from a deep seated hatred you got for 'em. You ain't doin' this for some self-righteousness. You don't care for us or them damn low-life mortals. This is purely self interest." I stood in silence, thinking of the correct response to pull his interest back into my plan.
"Correct." I finally said.
"Heheh, well at least ya honest."
Perfect.
"Will you hear me out?" I asked, keeping Syboo in my peripheral.
"Ya know, that sonna-bitch purposefully gave me a bad deal after saving one of his slaves asses. I got boiled blood in my system and need to get back at his ass. Yeah, I'll hear ya out. I just so happen to be lookin for revenge too."
"Excellent. If I could remember correctly, your cane hides a very specially crafted blade. Am I correct?"
"Ol' reliable, yes."
"But it needs a long running contracted client to be sacrificed for creation, yes?"
"Yeah."
"Then good sir...I propose another request to have a blade made for me. I have someone in mind that could easily fit that role. In exchange, after the plan to erradicate Mr. Plague, Donovan's contract will be null and void. I know you've seen his talent, Right?"
"Oh I've heard. But tell me, who do you have in mind to be used for that blade? There ain't a whole bunch of long contracted mortals around."
"There's one."
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