Ame Damnee Craftsmen's and Artisan's Guilds

Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop

Brutus let out a sigh at Rhiannon's words, letting his shoulders drop and relax. "You're right, like always. I'm not sure what's got me so paranoid, its just something I can feel in the air, like something bad is about to happen." He scratched his beard and returned his friend's smile with one of his own. "I'm probably just overreacting though. Besides I've got you watching my back, what other safety could I need?"

As the girl reemerged from the back, Brutus smiled again at how much brighter Risk's mood already was after just a bath. "Well would you look at that? The kid cleans up all right. Not really a surprise though when Rhiannon's taking care of you. So what's next for you Risk? Food maybe? You must be starving after such a long trip." He felt kind of like a father right now, wanting to make sure his daughter was well taken care of. It was something the wolf wasn't used to. "Tell you what. Since most places are probably closed due to the funeral, why don't I cook you up some brunch? Fair warning though, I hope you like meat, because that's mostly what my meals are."

Rhiannon - Leaving the Cathedral of Eden, District of Avalon

The vampire missed little even if it was only slight differences, “Look. That smile you had when you came out of the bathroom you should smile like that more,” She moved past the girl and fetched hair brush, “Here,” She handed the wooden object to the girl, “This should help you with your hair. It’s really lovely and should be taken better care of.”

Now that the girl was clean Rhiannon noticed the scent of chalk. At first she thought perhaps she had left some of her own chalk out somewhere but that was unlikely as she tended to be very organized. The sword didn’t make her nervous though she wondered for a moment why she hadn’t noticed it.

“And a fair warning he only cooks meat,” She sighed. Rhiannon would know little as eating normal food wasn’t something she did. Not that she couldn’t it was just useless to for her to do so. Risk reminded her a little of herself when she had first arrived in New Eden. She looked not too far off from her as well, “Just be happy, little one.”

Priscilla Shaw (currently known as: Risk)
Priscilla nodded once again, feeling a little selfish considering she was just graciously accepting all their offers. "That would be nice" she smiled, her eyes dlickering between the two of them, unsure of who to focus on. The clothes had fit perfectly, making her briefly wonder if she had been doing this for a long time. She decided that it was peobably likely based on the one names Brutus' words. "Meat sounds divine, I got quite the taste for it while travelling. I only really managed to catch a couple of rabbits with a few stones and haven't had proper meat since home." Shaw shared, feeling like she should probably be more honest to the two caring for her. She wondered if she might out-grow the dress if she ate too much, which seemed rather likely considering her stomach was growling for food every few minutes, but she hoped not. It looked wonderful. "I don't suppose there's anywhere I can put this?" She pondered, raising the old weapon that had evidentially seen much use, what with the scars of war engraved into it. "It was passed down to me, haven't used it much really.." she mumbled. She was unsure why she had kept the trinket, it was practically weighing her down, but she knew it had been important to her family. "Thank you both, very much." She said softly, her eyes glued to the sword as she seemed a little lost in thought for a moment before returning her attention to her host and hostess.

Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop

"Oh ho, rabbits eh? Well you haven't lived until you've tried one of my rabbits. Give me a quick moment to get changed and I'll take you on over to my place." Brutus remarked, moving into the back bedroom where his everyday clothes were being kept. He figured that since they weren't attending the funeral anymore he could slip back into something more familiar. As he put on his white linen shirt and black long coat he smiled to himself, happy that Risk was finally coming out of her shell more.

After finally getting rid of those damn dress shoes for his boots and making sure his necklace was secure, he went back out to the women. "All set, ready to head out when you are."

Rhiannon - Leaving the Cathedral of Eden, District of Avalon

Rhiannon’s glare at the wolf was one he likely could feel. She had been counting how long till he jumped the gun to go change out of the clothes. A heavy sigh came from her, “What a pain that man can be.”

She smiled at Risk then pointed to her room, “You can leave it in my bedroom for now,” She said softly, “It will be safe in there for the time being,” She walked over to the door to collect her parasol and a few belongings, “Brutus, I will likely take the furs you have at your house while we are there,” She told him softly.

Priscilla Shaw (currently known as: Risk)
Priscilla nodded her acknowledgment and quickly placed the sword on the bed after the larger-than-her man changed clothes into something not wuite so dark and dreary, replacing it with something a bit more casual, she decided to keep the chalk on her person however, just in case she had to do.. something, whatever it was, she wasn't sure, but she felt safer having the small chunk of white stone comforting, knowing she wasn't going to be unable to escape should they suddenly decide her to toss her into a cage. Cannibalism wasn't off the table as far as she knew, and she was hoping she wouldn't be on it either.
Her smile dispersed and returned to its gentle curve downwards, while her eyes seeming to begin devising various plans of action should the need arise. "At least I will look pretty if I die" Shaw thought grimly, eyeing the two carefully as she wandered after them, her throat and mouth still parched and stomach still growling in anguish

Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress shop

Brutus was about to answer Rhiannon's question when he stopped dead in his tracks. He stared straight out the window of the shop as fog began rolling in and the light that flooded into the shop was replaced in an instant by darkness. A chill ran down his spine as cold air felt like it was swarming all around him, and his hairs stood on end as he felt it again, that looming sense of disaster. Whatever was causing this phenomenon, it wasn't with good intentions.

"Rhiannon, Risk, I want you two to stay inside the shop. I'm going to take a look outside to see what's happening. Don't either of you move until I say it's safe alright?" Not even waiting for an answer, Brutus moved quickly out the front door of the shop and into the streets of the Eden District. The fog would've made it harder for normal people to see, but his wolf senses could make out something advancing from a distance. What it was he couldn't say, but he was about to find out.

Rhiannon - Leaving the Cathedral of Eden, District of Avalon

The vampire became very still as she glanced outside as the cold eerie fog rolled in, “Brutus. Do not go out there,” She wasn’t sure why but death seemed to linger out there on the streets whatever this fog was it was deadly, “Quickly go into the bedroom and hide yourself, Risk.”

Rhiannon walked over to her work desk frowned as she picked up a pair of shears and sliced the skirt of the dress for ease of movement. She hated doing this to her outfits. The female promised herself that she would fix the gown later as she moved into her bedroom then over to the wardrobe. From a false panel in the back she pulled out her own sword and whip. She placed the blade on the bed, “Risk, keep this blade with you. Anyone that comes into this room that isn’t me or Brutus. Kill them if you can.”

With that she coiled the whip then headed out into mainroom for once wishing she had an actual door on the room. Her eyes drifted from blue to red as she leaned on her vampiric senses to find any possible enemies, “I have a very bad feeling, Brutus.”

Priscilla Shaw (currently known as: Risk)
Priscilla glared daggers out the window as the fog seemed to cover over the entire city. "A bad omen." She mutter under her breath before the man decided to be manly and head out alone, telling the two to stay inside, to which the woman also disagreed and headed out too, handing A sword to the bed, meant for her, and expecting her to stay put, a distinct change coming over her as she walked out. Shaw picked up the sword and looked out after the two. "I can make my own decisions.." she mumbled grumpily to herself, heading out after them, adrenaline pumping non-existant strength through her currently weak body as she held the weapon in a single hand, her small chunk of chalk in the other.
Priscilla, after walking a few yards, realised she could barely see a thing, but after stepping a bit further noted her two hosts. She held up her sword in one of the few stances she knew from the limited training she had gotten from her parents, and stood entirely still, seemingly confident, cool and collected in appearance as fear rattled her insides.
She was stubborn, and hated being spoken down to, this included orders. Priscilla kept her guard up constantly, edging closer to the two older people until she was standing directly between them, watching out for the unknown.

Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop Exterior

Brutus felt a little ticked off at Rhiannon doing the exact opposite of what he asked her to, but at the same time felt a little relieved as he didn't actually want to face whatever this threat would be by himself. "Same here. You smell that?" He sniffed the air and his face scrunched in revulsion. "It's starting to reek of the dead out here."

He was about to say something about wanting to shift forms when the kid appeared right in between the two of them. "What the-? Risk what are you doing out here? Look I'm not saying you couldn't handle this if you were 100%, but you have no energy due to lack of food. You stay out here in your condition, we might not be able to help you." He didn't want to talk down to her like that but if she stayed out here and fought whatever this was, she was dead meat for sure. "I need you to trust me and go back inside. Please can you do that?"

Rhiannon - Leaving the Cathedral of Eden, District of Avalon

Rhiannon sighed softly as she noticed that the cold was starting to get to even her. It pulled hard and tried to encourage her to drift to sleep on her very feet. This was necromancy she felt, “I need to get back inside,” She told the pair quickly, “The air,” she murmured right before she sank like a rock in a pond to the cobbled stone road.

Her pulse had stopped beating as it always did when she slept as had her breathing. To anyone who didn’t know her she looked like a dead corpse. One that a moment ago had been up and walking around. Thing were indeed going very bad very quickly.

Priscilla Shaw (currently known as: Risk)
"Fine.." she mumbled, suddenly thinking rather differently now that she was being confronted along with the strange, stale, dead air that seemed to fill her lungs. It was terrifying, what had seemed like some sort of huge, monstrous, impenetrable castle had now become layered in soft, misty greyness and no longer felt quite as safe as ot had been. Mere moments later, the hostess seemed to collase all of a sudden to her surprise. "I guess I'll take her with me then.." Priscilla buzzed, dropping the sword and shuffling over to the woman and began tediously dragging her back the way she had come. The woman was surprisingly light, but surprisingly also seemed very, very dead. She convinced herself the woman just collapsed and would be fine soon, but her eyes were lit with panic at the fact that she seemed to be holding a cadaver

Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop Exterior

Panic quickly set in as Brutus witnessed the woman he adored collapse right in front of him. "Rhiannon!" A mix of fear and rage enveloped his cry. Risk was dragging her too slow for his liking so he picked them both up without effort and carried them to the back bedroom.

"Risk, I know what it looks like, but she's just unconscious right now. I need you to stay here and protect her. Please, I can't lose her." With that he stood up and went back outside to face this menace head on.

Whatever this threat was, Brutus knew he would require his full strength to take it on. The man disappeared and in his place came a black, ferocious looking lycanthrope, who's only desire was to hurt the people who hurt his darling Rhiannon.

Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop Exterior

They were everywhere. The smell of rotting flesh permeated his senses to the point that it made Brutus want to vomit. The sight of these corpses, consisting of nothing but bones and green rotten skin and muscles would stay with him for the rest of his days. As the dead flooded the streets of the Eden district, the werewolf found himself surrounded. They were on the roofs, both sides of the street, and he knew they wanted to tear his flesh apart.

He needed to keep them away from the girls, that was all he could think about. He leapt to the rooftop of the building opposite the seamstress shop and let out a howl so loud they could hear it from the outskirts. That's when the dead charged, they ignored the seamstress shop as he'd hoped, but now he needed to survive. As the skeletons lunged at him he kicked his foot out, shattering one's skull. Pivoting on his grounded leg he turned and clawed a zombie in two, they both fell before his feet, once again lifeless.

He became a flurry of claws, using his super strength and speed to turn these creatures into nothing but scraps of meat. Occasionally one would jump on his back and claw at him, but he was able to throw them off, his healing factor repairing the minimal damage done to his hide. They would try to overwhelm him, pin him down, but he'd always fight out, his strength superior to the mindless abominations with barely any muscles at all.

As he would finish off one wave another would appear, and he howled again to keep them from the seamstress shop. He would take on the entire city if he had too. He was a mindless beast of rage with only one thought flowing through his mind; Protect Rhiannon. As the eclipse continued he pushed his body to the brink of exhaustion, hundreds of skeletons began to lay dead at his feet. As he took a moment to regain his wind, he hoped Risk was faring as well as he was.

Rhiannon - Seamstress Shop

After a moment or more Rhiannon opened her eyes. They were no longer the rich blue from before but a deep red. Her entire body demanded one thing from her. She needed blood. Despite having fed yesterday the vampire felt as if she hadn’t feed in weeks. The sweetest scented blood hung in the air as she sat up she noticed Risk. Then remembered who she was, “You should run, Little one. It’s not safe in here with me. Lock the door behind you.”

It took great effort for the female to stay exactly where she had been set. Her eyes locked on the pulse she saw just below the skin of the girl’s slender neck. The sound of her heart beat was the loveliest melody she had ever heard. Her fangs pulsed. Perhaps it would be better for the child to stay in here and for her to leave. She felt the pull of someone commanding her to attack the woman. But who? A sigh escaped her slowly.

Artimeties
Crafters guild

Approaching the guild the aura's were very weak and lifeless in a way, but one ontop of the crafters building seemed more lively. Well at least we know what made the howling sound. Arty opening his arms wide as he jumped high into the air two blades shot out from his wrists. Mr-sabbo and mr’s backstab. Is the name killing people's their game. He landed on two zombies his blades going through their skulls. noticing they were actually zombies. "HAHA Believe me now!!" Zombies have taken over he had been plaining for this day for as long as he can remember.

Now that he blurted that out the ones that were aimed at the Werewolf were now coming towards him. "Would it be offensive to say that i'm the life of the party ?" As two came behind him, he back flipped and balanced on ones head with his hand his blade going through the skull and out the chin. he jumped off the head and with speed and agility that seemed impossible for a human to have kicked two heads off and as he landed on his left hand did a spinning kick that seemed more like a break dance move. "STOP!!.... Arty time." he said as he pulled out a vial gingerly from his many pouches and stuffed it into one of the heads he knocked off. "Fire in the hole." he whispered as he threw the head at the horde and the head exploding several pieces of dead meat and bone raining down.

As much as Dot didn't want to believe it, the stench of rotting flesh was enough to seal the deal. Damn, Arty was right! she thought as she swung her axe as a few zombies neared her, hitting them with percise accuracy. Despite her small frame, she was strong as the axe seemed as tall as she was but she handled the monstrous weapon with ease. Holding the axe in one hand, she swiped her bladed gauntlet through the neck of one of the zombies. "Arty, I'll cover. Go and see if the guy is hurt, we don't want anyone turning on us." she said before she dove into the crowd of zombies that Arty drew.

Artimeties
Crafters Guild

"Why not." He said as he punches a zombie behind him hard enough to turn the front of the face into ash. He than jumped on each of the zombies heads like a game of hop scotch. As he was making his way towards Brutus a small portal opened up around his face and as he reached the Top of the building with an amazing jump. He pulled out a hammer and a stake from the portal that closed as soon as he landed. "Yo. what up my furry!" he said as he held the stake and hammer but not seeming to acknowledge their presence and just casually talking to the bloodthirsty looking Werewolf. "your not going to turn into a zombie wolf are you ?"

Priscilla Shaw (currently known as: Risk)
Priscilla, after a rather unpleasant ride on one of her new "friends", was now seemingly safe in the bedroom once more that a seemingly dead body. She couldn't help but be rather freaked out at the prospect of it, everyone seemed to know exactly what was going on but her. She gave a small peek through the beads, through a small window and saw slowly meandering humanoid like creatures crawling their way through the street, making the idea of leaving again seem rather unpleasant. She couldn't see them all too clearly from her spot, but she most certainly didn't want to go near the windows and alert them, after all, clean, crimson red hair was bright enough to show her location to anyone who wanted her.

Not all too long later, the cadaver got up again, initially making her quite happy that the dead person wasn't quite so dead, but she seemed significantly different from before, more feral, more menacing.. More like a vampire, and it all seemed to click into place, making the woman's dialogue make much more sense. "Bloodthirsty vampires.." she quivered, shuffling back through the beads in fear from the now threatening woman. Death outside, death inside, not a pleasant choice, so she did as was expecting when being surrounded by evil beings and called for help.
"HELP!!" She cried out. "HELP ME PLEASE!!!" She yelled to her lung's extent, hoping against hope that she wouldn't become food this day, panick clouding her thought as adrenaline made her heart give up its smooth rhythm for a much faster tempo, jarring her chest and giving her whatever energy her weakened frame still had left to give. She crawled into the corner of the room, closed her eyes, covered her head with her hands and wept softly for what she thought was her last day on this strange, vicious planet.
Boy, her first day here sure was going well.