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[shadowofmoonlight]

Characters: Dark Precure [open to all]
Setting: Near room 3-03
Format: Prose, but will accept any kind of replies
Summary: Dark Precure has arrived in the tower. She's not happy.
Warnings: An angry magical girl with destructive powers is on the loose. There will be fighting.

The last thing she remembered was her father, and then oblivion.

Oblivion. The only peace Dark Precure had ever enjoyed, far from her. The individual she was a shadow of. From the fact that she was her imitation, that she was not Tsukikage Yuri. That her father made her out of love for the person she was copied from.

Peace, and freedom from the uncertainty, and the intense violent drive to claim what was never her's.

And then, that peace ended.

She was awake. She was in a strange place that wasn't Dune's fortress. Where was she?! Who had brought her here?! Where was her father?

Without even bothering to read the paper explaining things, she tore her way out of her room, dark energy exploding outward as she made her way into the hall.

"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! WHO BROUGHT ME HERE?! WHERE IS PROFESSOR SABAAKU?!"

Comments

[oforder]

Wilhelm had been quietly enjoying a glass of wine when he heard the massive explosions. And yet, he didn't seem even remotely concerned; no surprised flinching, no abrupt turning-around. Only a quiet glance behind his chosen seat in the hallway, turning to see the explosions of dark energy. The wine in his glass sloshed against the sides of the cup from the shockwave, but didn't spill. Wilhelm had made sure of that.

Albino eyes turned to face the newcomer just as she made her loud outburst. "I am afraid that I cannot truthfully answer your question," he remarked, his voice's tone in stark contrast to her own. "But I can say that you are not the only one to have been brought - and kept - here, against your will."

He then quietly takes another glass, finishing it quickly before she has a chance to ruin his afternoon drink. Politely setting the glass down, he gets up out of his seat, and turns to face her more directly. "I can also inform you that harming the others here will not get you the answers you seek."

[shadowofmoonlight]

"Don't you condescend to me!" she growled, advancing towards him. She produced something that looked like a conductor's baton in her hand, advancing slowly.

"Tell me who the hell you are...!"

[oforder]

"I was condescending?" he asked innocently, placing a hand behind his back. He eyes that obvious weapon in her hand, but thinks nothing of it. He casually examines her; obviously not human, or at least completely human. But not a Realian, either. Curious.

"I am Wilhelm," he answers, his voice still calm, despite the threatening manner she's displaying towards him. "But I regret to inform you that I am not the person you are looking for, if you are looking for the reason behind your arrival to this place."

[shadowofmoonlight]

"Then tell me who is," she replied, easing up the tiniest bit.

[oforder]

"I am afraid that I do not know the answer to that, myself. I've only arrived yesterday." He took a moment to survey her rather explosive interest.

Wilhelm took a moment to refill his glass of wine with his bottle, and took a slow, polite sip. "Although, perhaps you would find the answers you seek if you stopped destroying everything in your path. I find that sometimes objects are more forthcoming even than those with the ability to speak."

[shadowofmoonlight]

"Hmph," she grunted, her lips cuurling into a scowl. "You are a complete and utter waste of time!"

[oforder]

"You are welcome to try things your way," Wilhelm responded calmly, tilting his head somewhat. "But you will not be fond of the results. I am merely trying to help you."

[outforheroblood]

Well. That was certainly unexpected.

Ghirahim chuckled softly at the sudden explosion of power. The white-clad Demon Lady tossed her head to get her hair out of her eye as she watched this new toy with keen interest.

"Let me guess. You've only just arrived."

[shadowofmoonlight]

"HRAAAAAUGH!" Dark Precure roared, as she threw forth an explosion of power. "Answer me!" she demanded. "Where is my father?! Who are you?!"

[outforheroblood]

"Hmph." Ghirahim summoned a gleaming barrier against the onslaught, the hovering interlaced diamonds serving to shield her from having to deal with such a wasteful display of power. "If you truly insist on knowing my name, at least be civil. For your information, you stand before Lady Ghirahim, the ruler of demons."

[shadowofmoonlight]

Though the shield would likely block the strike, the impact would be a strong one indeed.

"That name means nothing to me!" Dark Precure snarled. "I was dying... I was in my father's arms... and now I'm here, and you demand civility from me?!"

[outforheroblood]

Ghirahim sighed, removing one white glove to inspect her fingernails. "You would know why you are no longer dying or anywhere near your father if you'd only read the letter that our nice rescuers left for you. Really, such anger is unbecoming. I should know. I have my own little...moments quite often."

[shadowofmoonlight]

"Rescuers?! You call being brought here a rescue?!" she screamed, pointing the Dark Tact forward at Ghirahim.

[lyricalmagical]

Nanoha took notice of Dark Precure's thunderous entrance as she erupted onto the floor below her. Such a sound really does make a very distinct noise.

The council meeting had made it clear to her that she was being too passive in this place. She wasn't taking the steps necessary to put her skills and power to use in order to help those here as much as she could. While her own worry over her friends, her world, and their fates weighed heavily on her, she knew seeing everyone gathered as they had been it was something she needed to cast aside, for now. That meeting had certainly proved to strike something in her.

Thus, hearing such a commotion, she quickly made her way up. Fighting among themselves wouldn't save any of them, but if there was a disturbance it needed to be quelled.

"Hello?" she called out as she crept towards the source of the noise. "Is everybody all right?"

[shadowofmoonlight]

The answer came from another explosion, as Dark Precure threw out another sphere of dark energy. She didn't seem to have noticed - or perhaps didn't care - about Nanoha's presence.

"ANSWER ME!" she demanded. "I WANT TO KNOW WHERE MY FATHER IS!"

[lyricalmagical]

In spite of said explosive power, Nanoha approached Dark Precure without much hesitation. She held her hands behind her back, and tries to put on the least threatening expression she could muster.

"Pardon me? But if you could calm down for a moment, I realize this all must be frightening and stressful, but..."

[shadowofmoonlight]

"FRIGHTENING?!" Dark Precure shrieked. "FRIGHTENING?! HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I'M AFRAID!"

She pointed her Dark Tact at Nanoha, arm shaking with anger, but not yet releasing its power.

[lyricalmagical]

Nanoha didn't flinch much at this. She was used to having far larger instruments of magical mass destruction pointed at her, to be honest.

"You're not?" she asked simply, her tone still light and gentle.

[shadowofmoonlight]

"THE LAST THING I REMEMBER WAS DYING IN MY FATHER'S ARMS!" she shrieked. "AND THEN I WAKE UP HERE! I DEMAND ANSWERS!"

[littlesound]

Oh. Oh wow, that was a lot of screaming happening out in the hall. And really nearby, too. Being intensely curious and just about as newly arrived, Sonata opened the door a crack and popped her head out to take a look.

"Waah!"

That was one spooky, scary girl! Maybe... maybe it'd be better to go back inside. And lock the door. And wait for her to go away. Maybe. But she couldn't quite will her legs to move or her arms to push away. So she stared and stammered.

"S-Sonata doesn't know w-where this is, either!"

[shadowofmoonlight]

Dark Precure froze, and then wheeled around, staring predatorially at Sonata. A moment later, she was a few short feet away from the girl, pointing her Dark Tact at her neck.

"Liar," she hissed.

[littlesound]

Too fast. This scary girl was way too fast. Sonata grimaced and tried to recoil, bracing herself against the edge of the doorframe.

"Sonata's not a liar! Sonata's lost, too!"

Why hadn't she thought to take her micsaber? Okay, lesson learned, from now on? Micsaber. Everywhere.

[shadowofmoonlight]

"You know something," she said, coldly. "Or else you wouldn't be so frightened."

[littlesound]

Sonata's protest is immediate, and it's accompanied by vigorous shaking of her head. "You're SCARY! That's why I'm scared!"

[shadowofmoonlight]

"... Hnnngh..."

Her hand snapped back, and she turned away. "You are nothing more than a frightened child, then..."