A Darkness Unfolds (Group 1)

Dark energies pulled and swirled, surging all around her in chaotic waves. Here within the arena with the roar of the crowd and the screams of her opponents all around as they wailed. Crackles of electrical charges snapped and sounded in the air mingling with the screams both cheers and agony. Francesca revelled in the feel of the dark energies coursing through her chaotic surges that whirled and wound all about her. Hectic and wild, just at the edge of control as it teetered on the brink of chaos the magical energies around her surged. She was about to deal out her death blow when the magic surrounding her changed. She felt it at first a simple almost indiscernible flux the dark magic she wielded as it started to pull away from her control. It felt as though it were tearing her asunder; every fibre of her being exploding with chaos magic as it sought to consume her flesh like flash fire. Francesca screamed.


Where at first it felt as though her body were being burned right through by her own magic; on the bring of exploding. The burning pain searing and excruciating as it spun about and coursed through her threatening to undo her very form, slowly dulled to a throb, slowly subside and then feel as though she had been doused into a cool refreshing pool as her skin then prickled and once more Francesca was filled with a near euphoric high as the magic that swirled this time coursed through her rejuvenating and filling her with energy unlike that which she'd felt before. But that was chaos magic at its core; something that could just as easily destroy you to the core was equally euphoric and energized. So now upon her knees left panting in what could only be described as exhilaration, Francesca exhaled in a spent and satisfied state. Her body trembled from the frenzy chaos' touch, leaving her wanting for more.


Francesca opened her violet eyes to the brilliant light of the sun and not the halogen lights of the arena; she wasn't at the Dark Side Club any longer. In fact she didn't recognize the place at all. Movement about her waist and torso caused her to glance down at the writhing constrictor snaking about her form, but where one should feel fear and revulsion the young magic user instead felt strangely at one with the serpent. It's hiss a soothing whisper to her ear; she understood it. Violet eyes opened slowly, heavy lidded she stared, the beasts head mere inches from her and as it stuck out its tongue towards her, so too did the young mage, flicking back at it her dragon like reptilian tongue.


Rising to her feet the long constrictor moves, slithered over Francesca's lithe form, entering her robes so as to remain hidden from view. Her long silken robes were of a strange Arabic style, silvery runes that simmered upon the weaving of fabric seemed almost effervescent and ethereal. Her snake rose from the folds of her collar and crept up her neck up her face and to her hear, the large constrictor almost hissing in her ear with a flicked tongue and the young mage turned to look to the right as the beast instructed, finding there a long staff with a serpent's head.


Francesca walked over and retrieved the staff, magical energies pulsed through it; she could feel its power. The reflection on the staff showed that her features had changed. Violet eyes widened at the sight of scales and small protrusions from her skin. Her image totally transformed to a reptilian humanoid. The only remnants or distinguishing features still hers was her violet eyes and light pink hair.


~Dragon Sorcerer~ the serpent seemed to hiss into her ear and the young mage smiled a devilish grin as the serpent lowered itself once more within the folds of her dark flowing robes disappearing once more as if it wasn't even there.


Francesca did not recognize where she was but knew the feel of chaos magic when it was around and while most would have found her changed state and the large constrictor wrapped around her body alarming, Francesca herself found it oddly comforting and wasn't at all bothered by her new form. In fact she rather liked it. Once more the snake whispered to her and the young mage turned towards the road heading into town. Following it she came across and almost familiar visage, Ravager.


"A lost landscape. A scent of memory. Oppression at magic's beckoning. Wandering hearts haunt the town clamoring for freedom or vengence...Ravager." Jinx said as she approached and while her Teammate may or may not recognize her form, she would recognize her voice and the strangeness in which the magic wielder spoke at times.

There were many things that could infuriate him, but Nabu was the one person who could make Klarion say things that would make a sailor turn blue. Fortunately, those things were said in languages that were long forgotten by most mortals, but Teekl understood every word and shivered at most of them. It was understandable though. The Lord of Chaos was rather enjoying this game that he was playing, but the League's magical powerhouse was throwing too many curve balls into it. So far, he had prevented Dr. Fate from interfering too much in most of the groups, but Klarion was unable to prevent him from affecting one in particular that the Witch Boy had been hoping to utilize in slowing down the others.

"Blast! What has Nabu done now," he asked the cat from where he sat. It was a rhetorical question as everything was clear to him but that didn't keep Teekl from giving him a look that told him the obvious. Nabu had altered things to mimic the situations that he had put the other groups in, and now the group that he favored was about to run into trouble. Waving his hands over the ball, he allowed for the menial spell to commence. "Well, I suppose I should see if they are up to par with what the Light needs in the way of would be agents," he muttered while slouching down into a pout session.


Almost immediately, a group of villagers would come rushing past the group of misfits, and most of them didn't even notice the three oddly dressed group. They were screaming, and some were sporting wounds from a battle. What they had been in conflict was not said, but a moment later a group of the attackers came around the bend. Whether the group knew it or not, they were standing opposite a group of three orcs who were looking for trouble, but unfortunately they found three warriors for them to face off against.

Armed as if they were specialists in their weapons, the three orcs charged the group with weapons at the ready. It was quite clear that the only course of action was to go to battle with them if the group wanted to survive.

(OOC: Alright. This is a pretty simple fight that the three of you can handle anyway that you want. You can tag team against a couple of them or each take on one, but mainly I am looking to see how everyone interpreted the items I gave you if you use them. For sanity's sake, the orcs are named Larry (club), Curly (chain mace) and Moe (spears). Take as many posts as necessary for the three of you to defeat them. Just remember not to double post, and as always try to have fun playing with them. @rosewilson, @olympus, and Jinx. Finally, I apologize on the delay of this post. Snow has been slowing me down considerably. If you have any questions PM ME.)

With a lizardy complexion and dark robes and hood like that character Jafaar in Aladin the young witch looked just that much more freakish when the sunlight struck her violet eyes and reflected off the scales of her new skin. If at all she seemed bothered by the drastic transformation she did not seem to mind or be affected, but then again her version of aesthetics differed from most and she wasn't interested in being 'appealing' to anyone so feeling the pulse and ebb of chaos energies and the magic that encapsulated her in this form was utter beauty in the mage's eyes.



Her counterpart though was having a slightly more...typical reaction to it all. "Seriously Jinx, if this is a messed up Hentai dream then it better be enjoyable." Rose gave the girl a smirk and a shake of her head.


"You're a strange one." was all Jinx managed to say. There was something just 'off' about Ravager or well in Jinx's mind 'strange', then again coming from the resident 'weird girl' it probably didn't hold much weight. Jinx just had a hard time understanding Ravager and all her strange terms and euphemisms.


"What is Hen-tai anyways?" Jinx asked. "Sounds like a word to either tether or strangle chickens."


Her violet eye quickly snapped up to meet Rose's then in an unwavering and unflinching manner. "I do *not* choke chickens."

Then another showed up with typical profanity to describe is confusion. "What?" the draconic looking lizard girl said to the boy considering whether he was a danger to be killed or a useful tool. Then Rose spoke up again.


"And now we have the ballad of bilbo joining us, fun times ahead and definitely not hentai related. Almost a shame." Giving Jinx a wink Rose


"Your humor and wit if that is what you call it, eludes me." Jinx replied and was about to say more when they heard the screaming. Jinx winced at the irritating sounds.



With the large green brutes approaching Rose chuckled and drew her blades "Ok, this I can get behind."


Drawing her blades with a swashbuckler type flourish and took a step forward. "Stop Villians. I, the Noble Ravager, am going to gut you like squeeling pigs and dance in your blood like a princess."


"Yes by all means just stick'em with the pointy parts." Jinx commented with sarcasm, eyes rolled at Ravager's flourish and intrepid approach. Jinx wasn't the rock'em sock'em kind of girl so the immediate shift to melee combat wasn't really her thing not that she couldn't handle brutes like these she just did it with less flowering of the swords.

"Jinxy, give me a distraction if you would be so kind?" Rose dashed towards the Orcs.


With a smirk the young mage obliged, arms out and magical energies crackling and rising to her summons arcs of pink and violet electricity erupted around the Orcs. "Distraction made." Jinx replied.


A spear than whizzed by the young magic user whipping by her and just narrowly missing her. The young Shadow Squad member then turned her violet now reptilian eyes at the Orc with the spears as he fired more spears at her. With a smirk the little mage took off hands moving as if to clear the way as the spears aimed and projected to strike true deviated their paths until it was that she stood within a few feet of the Orc with spears. The young mage brandished the serpent like staff at the Orc and with a devilish smile she hissed what sounded like a strange language as her eyes and her staff glowed but to the Orc he understood her and was compelled. <Kill your friends...they are the real enemy not us.>