The Castle (Rebma, for the heck of it, but don't hesitate!)

[Prof B Hunnydew]

Running and slamming doors behind her, PBH had reach the front entrance hall by going up a servant stairway, down a hallway that ended under the grand stairway in the hall.  She had take her backpack off to reach a bat and slam herself into some walls to break their bite hold on her during her run to escape. 

A few bats managed to stay with her as she reached the scene of several bats who were busy lapping up the some blood on the floor.  They squeeked and yelled as their launch themselves into the air. Tired and Weak, PBH made a last-stand under a arched window face the staircase.  She put down her backpack and pulled out her gun and tried three shot at the bats but only got one.  The noise from the gun resounded through the hall into the castle.  PBH realized that the pistol was nearly useless because her limited ammo[7 shots left], and put it back in her backpack, which she left by her side.  She touched the ancient emerald from her Nanna that hang around her neck, and calls on the last of her strength.  After a few moments of not moving, some the bats attracked the kneeing Cat-girl... But slowly building green glow and green fire burns all across her body and a mighty flash of light killed or afraid the bats from the entrance hall.

The green glow restored PBH health and recharge her magic battery, but her lab coat and pants are turn to ash and she fainted dead away....

PBH

[Gareeku]

Grunting as the corpse of the gryphon fell against him, Gareeku pushed it off to the floor as Cogi dealt with the fenris, before hearing growling and sinister laughter. Looking to the side, the wolf looked on with narrowed eyes as another fenris, along with a wraith emerged from the shadows.

Seeing the wraith lifting its blade to strike, Gareeku brought up his katana as the wraith attacked, blocking the sinister creature's strike. It was then, however, that the wolf felt a stinging pain in his back. Glancing round, he found that the fenris had moved around to behind him and had slashed his back with its claws.
"Clever, but not clever enough!" Gareeku snarled, before taking a soul energy enveloped fist and sending it crashing into the fenris' jaw, a distinct cracking sound ringin out as the strike broke the creature's jaw.

Not stopping there, Gareeku quickly grabbing the creature's nose with his hand and dragged it forward as the wraith lifted his blade and brought it down once more. Dragging the fenris' head into the path of the wraith's strike, the wolf then quickly moved out of the way as the wraith's blade cleaved through the fenris' head, beheading it. Taking the opportunity, the wolf dashed forward and, with a precise and powerful slash, cleaved through the wraith's mask with his katana, before whirling round and cleaving through the fenris to make sure it was dealt with.

[Aisha deCabre]

Back in the library, Aisha approached the wraith in front of her slowly with her blade raised, just a little amused that it was hesitant on attacking.  Again she felt it in her hands, the power coming alive, the sword glowing like a holy torch.  She was certainly giving the thing a lot of exercise...who knew when it was used last?

However, she wasn't completely out of concentration...she still knew there were two wraiths, and she had seen the other one coming just barely out of the corner of her eye.  Aisha took a quick glimpse at the thing, rushing at her with its claws extended.  There seemed to be a moment of slow motion, at least to the panthress, before she acted on sheer impulse and dodged the wraith's swipe with a slight yelp...it managed to put a few holes in her cape, dangerously close to her back, but not touching the skin.

She was in a dodging roll, at an angle that would get her away from the ghastly creatures, who were at that moment right in front of each other.  She stopped rolling when she was behind the one that struck and caught herself with one foot on the floor.  With that same foot, she lunged, taking the handle in both hands for extra force and swung, hoping to slice straight through the back of the first one and have the flames whiplash the second.

[Stygian]

The sword's flames scorched and burned, the clear, holy fire singeing and scathing through the shadows of the wraiths like the nothingness they were. The masks of the things cracked as they cried out in insane pain, and were extinguished along with the flames coursing through them.
   Pieces of porcelain and ashen bits lay strewn on the carpets and floors as things finally became silent, and dark stillness again settled over the library and hallway. Stygian, his breath still rasping and crawling from the wound through his neck, set Keaton down on a sofa set to a wall next to the door, and then looked at Mel and Aisha. He looked rather odd there, where he stood with a broken off blade straight through his throat, and his eyes that now began to brighten, the darkness pulling away and back from grey irises, filled with worry for them instead.

[Aisha deCabre]

The flames died down, slowly as they receded back to the blade and extinguished the light, leaving the metal with a still glow before diminishing in itself.  Aisha watched as it did, panting slightly...though the look in her tired eyes was triumphant, the wraiths having been finally been vanquished.  She probably hadn't done as much as the other warriors, but there was still some fatigue from the exercise...it was a far cry from walking the whole time.

After a second, the panthress stood up and glanced toward Sebastian, whose expression looked livid enough despite the blade through his throat.  She winced slightly and then regarded Mel, who was still under the spell of her bracer, the darkness slowly ebbing on her side...slowly but surely.  There was a smile on her maw, of relief, but the one who was unconscious needed treatment some time ago.

"Well, next case," the panther hummed with thought and untied her cape...seeing as how they wanted to make sure Mel would recover fully, this would have to do for the other.  Aisha came up and looked over the jackal, widening her eyes slightly...she had seen wounds like this...in her career it had become easy to recognize.  She was either in a fight...or running from one with little success.  There was a slight grimace from the adventurer...but this was no time for dwelling on the fact that she was a Creature.  After looking over the bleeding areas, the panthress carefully wrapped her cape around the girl.

While trying to quell the bleeding, also trying to pull memories from her head on non-magic healing, Aisha turned a concerned gaze to the corridor, where her comrades were seen last...hoping that they had survived their own ordeal.  Then, while listening, she gave a second wince, tilting her head at the bat's predicament.  "You need some help with that, muchacho?"

[Stygian]

Sebastian looked down at her over the rim of his slim glasses, that had oddly come back onto the bridge of his muzzle somehow, much like the shirt he was now straightening. He was about to say that he was fine, but the short gurgle and discomfort that came told him otherwise. With a grunt he gripped the rusted piece of dark metal in his neck and pulled it out with a wet, disgusting sound. The black, cracked wound began healing immediately, drawing together and slowly forming unscarred skin and fur.
   "I'm fine. Just fine," he said, still a bit coarsely, but his voice settled as he looked at her again and the hole in her cape and shirt. "What about you?" He shot a look to Mel, and to the "leopardess'" side, and then to the halve of a porcelain mask on the floor. It seemed that he knew well what those wounds could do...

[Gareeku]

Watching the remains of the wraith's mask smash on the floor, Gareeku smirked and sheathed his katana, before walking back into the library and checking up on the others. Unfortunately, it seemed that there were wounds to be tended to; something he couldn't help much with as he did not know healing magic.

[Mel Dragonkitty]

Mel stood very still, her left hand supporting her against a heavy mahogany table, her right pressed to the wound in her side. Black tainted blood slowly oozed between the fingers, thick and sticky like molasses rather than blood from a living person. With the help of Aisha's bracer she was slowly pushing the poison out the gashes in her side. As soon as the blood ran clean she could heal herself. But until then she could do nothing but stand still and hope there would be no more emergencies for a few minutes.

[Boog]

Jeremiah leaned out from under the table and looked around, still keeping Gina at arms length.
"Erm... It clear?" He'd probably feel like a coward for hiding under the table if he had anything approximating shame. As it was, he was just hoping that he didn't have to both feel awkward and afraid of impending death my monster, "You guys get 'em?"

[Aisha deCabre]

Aisha looked on with a sort of disgusted fascination as Sebastian pulled the blade from his throat, the skin returning to normal soon after, just like new.  That wasn't something that one could easily get used to, and only added to the mysteries surrounding the bat.  Regardless, he was okay, and that just left Mel and the stranger, whom she was still keeping watch over.

At Sebastian's inquiry, she glanced around as far as she could see towards her back, where there were still small holes in the loose fabric...but thankfully, no broken skin.  She wondered if that was really just plain dumb luck, or that she had used her speed well.  Aisha nodded briefly.  "I came out of it okay, thanks, but I don't suppose there are more dangerous things that she wants to send us?"  She turned a quick concerned look to Mel, who was steadily getting better at least.  Everyone should have a chance to recouperate...

Though her cape was the color of the blood that it was covering, it was still darkening in places, and her hands were nearly coated with it...but she hoped that the cloth at least would do until she got the bracer back, as well as Mel's help.  Aisha's grim concentration was broken though, quirking an ear as she heard and saw Gareeku wander back into the library.  She turned her head to the wolf briefly with a smile.  "Good, you're not one of the broken-up ones."  Then, hearing Jeremiah, she answered him while turning back to the injured.  "Looks like it..."

[Gareeku]

Looking at Aisha with a smile, Gareeku laughed softly at her comment.
"Who, me? Aisha, you wound me with those words." the wolf replied with a playful smirk, before turning to Jeremiah. "Yeah, we got them, though I think it goes without saying that those creatures weren't the last."

[Stygian]

Settling, Sebastian sighed and moved over to Mel. He still couldn't help but sniffing the air and feeling about, taking in the sensations of the room, mainly the smell of chill that drifted off her and the foul feeling of the wraiths and their poison, all of which were dissappearing fast.
   "Are you okay enough?" he asked her, looking at her side. More sensations, up this close. Ones that almost made him smile curiously. But he kept his face in check. "She seems to need healing..." He looked over to Keaton for a brief second, turning a bit. Most of his attention was still on Mel though. How to find out for sure...?
   "You little brat!" came a voice, that dry and prude one again. The ferret stormed out of Jeremiah's arms and up to the bat. Her face was practically snarling again, and she seemed somehow surprised and irritated that she wasn't tall enough to slap him in the face. "You will answer for what you've done, young man!" she foamed, and jumped up at him, beating and scratching. The bat caught her somewhat unsteadily, and held her at arm's length, looking at her, half angrily and half perplexedly.
   "You little spawn of a whore!" Gina hissed, shaking and clawing his arms.

[Aisha deCabre]

She smirked at Gareeku's reply, despite still keeping her concentration and alternately tightening and loosening the bonds of the fabric.  "My words don't wound, they bruise," she laughed.

However, upon hearing someone yelling her ears quirked and she turned around to notice the ferret woman who was with Jeremiah and Cogi, now awake and attacking Stygian like mad.  Her eyebrow was quirked.  "I thought she was unconscious."

[Boog]

"Apparantly, they got better," Jeremiah replied, clambering out from under the table, "Whatever the bat did, he missed a few," He smiled to himself as he watched the ferret verbally abuse Sebastion. He should probably do something, but this was really freaking funny. He gave it a couple more minutes, and then forced himself to bring something to the elderly personality's attention.
"Shouldn't you avoid standing with that leg wound? Could tear it open more, or something to that effect."

[Mel Dragonkitty]

Mel gave Sebastian a wary look as she checked the gashes in her side. The blood was running clean now so she could begin the healing. The bat was giving her such an odd look. With his strange eyes it was possible that her disguise didn't look quite normal to him. It had happened once before, ten or twenty thousand years ago, with a mythos with six eyes. "I'm getting close to okay, thanks. I'll check the succubus as soon as I stop this little leak." She hadn't even finished speaking when the dead and possessed ferret jumped him. It was all Mel could do not to laugh to see the ferret, so tiny, trying to beat up the bat who had just moments before been tearing monsters to shreds.

[Stygian]

The bat was clearly disconcerted with the ferret's rage, and truth to tell he was curious at her strength too, but not entirely out of balance.
   "This isn't the same one! She's... picked more up. This is the librarian," he said, holding her by the scruff of her neck now in his right hand. The ferret was going so far as to try and bite him, white eyes filled with rage.
   "You will call me, Mrs. Alikin, boy!" she hissed.
   "Like I said," Sebastian sighed, "the librarian." He seemed to know her very well, and regret it. "And I don't think that any leg wound will stop her now. She's a Legion. It's what happens when spirits inhabit bodies under extraordinary circumstances sometimes. Really rare, but I think we ca..."
   "Snow?" the ferret said, now in that smooth, young man's voice. She looked at him with sadness. "What happened to your wings?"
   The bat's eyes went wide, and he snapped his head against the ferret. He dropped her carelessly on the floor, just as she was about to say more. She yelped, and rubbed her behind, and the bat looked down at her, his eyes narrowing.
   "We need to keep her in check. And not just so that she'll be yelling at us to return books."

[Boog]

Jeremiah winced as Gina hit the ground, tsking. Yes, that personality seemed to have it coming, but still. Ah well, mebbe they had a history.
"I'll keep an eye on her," Jeremiah volunteered, surprising himself. Where on earth did that come from? "I've been looking after her so far, and I probably wont be too helpful in the monster killing department anyway," he looked at the woman sadly, "She have any hope of getting her body back?"

[Mel Dragonkitty]

Mel just shook her head as she moved to check the jackal. Obviously Jeremiah didn't want to believe that the body's original owner was gone, if indeed he had ever met her. The jackal girl was in bad shape, worse than the ferret had been. First and foremost was the large cut on the side. She started from the inside, assessing the organs behind the cut before beginning the work of knitting things back together.

[Stygian]

Stygian could have said something right then, and normally would have, but he let it go. The ferret looked up at him with an expression full of harm and indignance.
   "Why'd you do that? Snow?" she said. Then, she looked back down, and at her hand, seemingly becoming confused. He ignored her, and walked past and up to Mel, taking a look at her working.
   The jackal's wounds seemed to be healing fast, but the bat still stood back a bit, looking at her, his nose twitching at the overwhelming, intoxicating smell of blood.
   "Is she going to be allright?" he asked. And what do we do with her if she is...? he thought to himself.

[Aisha deCabre]

Aisha held back her snickering with a grin on her face, slightly amused as she watched the ferret, though her eyes held pity in them as well.  The state of mind that she was in must have been unimaginable, a body possessed by, as it looked, more than one spirit...she agreed with Sebastian, such a person was more than unpredictable...but it was hoped that at least there was a way to keep her--them?--calm.

The panther breathed a slight sigh of relief as she finally saw Mel approach the wounded, and with a nod, she loosened the blood-drenched cape away from her so that the leopard could work, pausing after a quick moment to utter the words of the enchantment that made the bracer open and drop from Mel's wrist.  On her way up, Aisha picked it from the floor and gently took the wrist of the jackal girl, snapping it on her next.  "Very versatile, this thing," Aisha said, just speaking in the midst of the tense surroundings.  "Dark magic inhibitor and good for keeping vile things out of the way of the healing process.  Even helps with it."

And then, the panther stood and moved out of Mel's way, leaning on a table while crossing her arms, eyes wandering curiously over the party, and especially with curiosity on the ferret.

[Mel Dragonkitty]

Mel smiled at Aisha. "Yes, your bracer is very effective. Thank you. I don't think I could have fought off the poison without it." Then she addressed Sebastian, "Closing the holes is the easy part. She doesn't have very much blood in her. I can make her produce blood faster, but fast enough would be the question. Even if it's fast enough for survival she's going to be weak and confused. Hardly conducive to survival here." Mel thought about it for a moment as she worked. "She's a cubi though. Maybe emotion-feeding can boost her system."

[Cogidubnus]

Cog walked back into the library, brushing some hair out of his eyes as he placed his shades back on his head. He'd not been able to do much after killing that fenris...he needed more time, or at least a new dawn, before he'd be able to be any real help anytime soon. Or perhaps an enchanter... he thought.
He stayed mostly in one corner as the others spoke amongst themselves, a little tired for talk. His vision was getting blurry at the edges again - overusing the force-waves, probably. He shook his head to clear his eyes, and a deep breath seemed to steady him somewhat. There was time yet, perhaps, for rest. He raised an eyebrow when the tiger-lady said the newcomer was a 'Cubi. Rare indeed., Cog thought. He pushed himself off the wall and approached where Mel was helping her. He thought for a moment, and then unwound the cross from his neck, offering the trinket to the white tiger.
"This can help. It's supposed to be a healing charm, although it's helped more as other things thus far here..." he said, grinning sheepishly. "But it sounds like she's in somewhat bad shape. Every little bit, yes?"
As he spoke, he surreptitiously removed the twisted silver charm from his pocket, and let it dangle from his other hand. Perhaps if she was so inclined, she might be willing to charge this one for him...assuming she could do so, of course...

[Stygian]

At Mel's statement, the bat chuckled and shook his head a bit.
   "Well, I'm hardly ideal if that's what you're looking for," he said, and Mel could quickly verify the truth of the statement. The same emotions that 'cubi fed on were after all an integral part of much of what she knew about thought-reading, memories, mind-control and the likes. The bat didn't exude a shred of them, save perhaps for a bit of chill that could be chalked up to the mere knowledge of his presence. She couldn't sense his thoughts either. The only thing that was there was the darkness of him, a slithering, crawling blackness, tightly bunched up and enclosed within him, but permeating all of him, and hiding something even darker and bigger behind it, she suspected.
   The bat turned his head and looked at the ferret, who was still looking at her hand with empty eyes, a confused and slightly afraid look on her face.
   "Perhaps we could use her? It's the only good she'll do anyway, I think..." he said. Then, Cogidubnus walked up and offered his pendant. Without asking, Stygian took it in his hand and looked at it. His hand only touched the cord, not the cross itself.
   "Healing, you say?" he said, eyes narrowing and examining it very closely. "I suppose... But it seems to work quite generally..." he muttered, straightening his glasses and peering even closer through them. "It seems to be hampered in its function somehow... But it's an elegant piece... I suppose that I could charge it with some raw magic, if I may?" he then said, looking at cog, raising his other hand, which began to crackle with some small, purplish bolts.

[Cogidubnus]

"Ah, well, that one should be fine, good sir. I've never seen it run dry..." he said, his eyes suddenly brightening. He hadn't expected the shade to have that kind of skill...although, he wasn't one to waste opportunity. He held the other charm up. "Although, if you might be so kind..." he trailed off, letting the other charm twist in his grip.

[Stygian]

Stygian made a face, and took Cog's other charm, and danced sparks of dark blue and purple hues into it, some of them coalescing off the charm's surface and crackling into the air, making little bends in the light appear at places. It was hardly efficient, as the energy form wasn't suited for the charm itself, but Stygian had no capabilities with light magic at all, so considering circumstances it was still very good.

[Mel Dragonkitty]

Mel was still closing the last of the jackal's wounds when Cog offered his charm, and inquired about the charging of others. Before she could free her attention to answer him Sebastian handled the situation. She nodded to the wolf, "I was about to answer that enchanted objects were a favored hobby but you seem to have that well in hand. I do seem to remember you being in line for this other skill of mine before the interuption. What seems to be ailing you Mr. Mithlome?"

[Boog]

Things seemed to be going rather fast for poor Jeremiah, but he was able to catch a little bit of what was going on.
"On the note of healing wossnames, I've still got these big damn stab wounds here..." Jeremiah chuckled, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, "So, I'm seeing there's some new faces since I was last with the rest of you lot. I miss anything while me and Cog were off getting chewed on?"

[Aisha deCabre]

Hearing Mel's thanks, Aisha smiled and nodded back to her.  "You're quite welcome.  Any way I could help."  The panthress at least thought that she did that part well enough, looking at the succubus as the snow leopard worked on her.  I wonder how she'll react once she finally comes to?  There was a light sigh as she looked down at her hands and her clothes, most of the fabric stained in the mixed blood of the injured and the slain.  To kill...to save...life's just a big walking irony, Aisha thought with a grimace.

But her thoughts were interrupted on the conversation about feeding from emotions to help the succubus.  Aisha crossed her arms, wondering how that would be, also following Sebastian's glance to the ferret woman.  "How do we even know what kind of emotions she feeds on?" she inquired, quirking an eyebrow.  Having known a few 'Cubi for her life, as friends, one would think that she'd know a bit more to that.

Then she heard Jeremiah's question, and she just laughed, glancing around.  "You didn't miss much I think, amigo.  Most of our handiwork is back in the chapel."

[Stygian]

"Please, do take over if you wish. As you can plainly see," Sebastian said to Mel, and gestured against the charm, "I am hardly good at this sort of thing." He gently handed her the charm, and examining the jackal laying in the sofa.
   "Yeah, some handiwork..." he said, shooting the panthress a look and smirking. "Though it's still for nothing if we can't get this done soon. For all we know, the house may come down on us. There may be others trapped in here too. And those can be even more dangerous than the ghosts."

   The wounds on the frog's shoulder were beginning to itch. They weren't that deep, but still... Then, the ferret moved up next to him, looking at him silently with those empty eyes, almost like a kid trying to figure out what she'd never seen before. Or maybe one who knew what was up, but wasn't sure what was going to happen from it.

[Cogidubnus]

Cog smiled and thanked Stygian for his help. "You are, sir, a scholar and a gentleman." he said, making a bow, and thanking him again. "I assure you, that helps me more than you know." He tipped his hat, and turned to Mel.
"You are kind indeed to inquire, but does not the Cubi, or perhaps Jed, need more attention more than I?" he said, his face one of compassion. He shrugged. "My back got in the way of a rather large wall. It's not felt very well since."