Dark Meetings [Jou/Ezels/Boogies]

[Ryan Cardwell]

Tristan...was not a happy boogie. Standing in the council chamber and staring out the small window adorning the east wall, he looked out over the snow covered landscape with a stare cold as ice. He'd reached a point in his infinite life where everything seemed to be collapsing around him. His lover was dead, his humans were being stalked, he'd fallen for someone he'd despised, and now had a child to care for. And on top of everything, was this damned rebellion. For sometime now he'd been hoping in vain that it was just a rumor circulating amongst the humans, that it wasn't a reality. But this attack left no possible room for doubt in his mind. They had burned the entire North Wing, killing boogies and familiars while losing their own. His room was untouched, but only because he'd taken precautions against such an event centuries ago. The door to his room was carved from a certain tree that produced its own natural flame retardant, and the walls of his room were quite a bit thicker than those of the others. Of course the fact that he only had a bout three pieces of furnishing in his room helped the matter.

But even though his life and his property were untouched, the attack had damaged him. For millenia he'd been the dog shepherding the sheep, always watching over the humans. But now the sheep had decided to bite him, thinking themselves too good for such protection. The only thing left for him to do was to bite back, and bite back he would. He had called together the influential and powerful boogies, the ones he despised above all others, to address the matter at hand. If they were to crush these ingrates then what they would need was a strong leader and a coordinated strategy. Being the most powerful boogie inhabiting this castle, he fully intended to take the reigns from here on out. Gone were the days when they could freely run about, doing whatever they pleased with no regard to the plans of others. It was he who would lead these cretins now, and they listen or die. He had no qualms with killing anyone who defied him, nor anyone who stood in his way. He would crush them just as he would crush these rebels. The only reason he'd called for this little meeting was because it was much simpler to have them behind him than against him. What he needed was to be able to concentrate fully on the matter at hand, without having to be distracted because he had to kill some dissenter.

Staring out the window he sighed, hand reaching down to scratch behind Moon's ears. The huge wolf had to be tired, she'd been on constant patrol for him, watching Piper and Aione. He was always worrying about those two, what with the fact that someone always seemed to be after them. Of late he was especially worried about Aione, what with the separate sets of feelings he held for her separate personas. It made losing her all the more terrifying for him. But he refused to let it show, Moon was the only one who knew of his fears. He was doing everything he could to protect the two of them, but he feared it wouldn't be enough. One could never know when Iugo might pop up again, and there were always those who desired Ai. It made his stomach drop through the floor everytime he thought of what might happen if someone ever caught them and he wasn't there to save them. He vowed he would be though, vowed that he'd never lose another.

But now, there were other things that required his attentions. It had been sometime since he'd sent those little messengers out, and the other boogies should soon be arriving. Once they did, he'd have to focus all his attentions on pushing them into what needed to be done. There would be no place for worries, only action. It would require quite a few things he'd learned in his millenia of experiance, but he felt he could do it. Zero hour was at hand.

[Anolean Ezel]

And from this dark hour came forth the only man alive who might love such an event, Anolean Ezel. He came into the room as easily as a shadow might slide under a closed door. His steps where as light as a feather but the ever constant tap of his cane gave his position away, as did the light growling of his prized familiar, Locke.

Much like many other boogies, his room had been attacked. His possessions burned, although he never was one to keep many effects anyways. So the lose of it all did not effect him. But what did was the arrogance of humans. If they thought they would get away with such an attack as they had preformed not long ago, they had another thing coming and Anolean would be sure of that.

No one created disorder when he was about, no one.

Locke stayed closed to its ever classy dressed Master as Anolean looked towards Tristan. "Well now." said Anolean softly with deep interest. "Tell me, Blackthrone. Should I be honored or ashamed to see your face here, calling for a meeting."

The eldest Ezel son said as he moved across the room and taking residence in a tall chair with a high black velvet cushions. He crossed his legs at the knee and grew comfortable in his current spot. Then leaning on his hand he looked at Tristan with indifference.

In truth, he was very interested into why, a human loving boogie would call the big wigs out to talk. Surely, he wasn't going to try and convince all the boogies to forgive the humans and go about it being all but a simple misunderstanding. If that be the case, well, Anolean would gladly listen. Listen to the boogies screams as he slit his throat for saying such disgusting and belittling words.

But no, that could not be the case. Tristan had a different air about him. One that Anolean was deeply concerned with. What was this fool of a boogie thinking. What did he want to do, and who, truly pissed him off. Whoever did, Anolean wanted to shake there hand.

[Naelona Ezel]

Not five minutes later and the doorway darkened once more with another approaching presence. Perhaps one of the few who'd affected the catalyst in this very event more than most, who'd willingly, purposely goaded him fruitlessly in hopes of action or change. A few very rare times had her ventures and berating ever procured acceptable results. Naelona resided to summing it up as, he was a constant work in progress.

Wrapped up in warm clothing, thick and soft against the chill December air, Naelona circled about the table watching Tristan solemnly as she circled near and sat down beside her brother before her gaze broke away to the more similar looking face. Their relationship as twins would be rather apparent at that moment, or so most would believe.

"Is Kazn attending as well?" She asked, reclining back into the chair, retrieving her pipe and preparing it as she had done countless times before. The simple question held more than just a simple curiosity. Kazn's presence would more than dictate a number of effects, she was sure. Though noting Moon, and Anolean's own familiar, Naelona made no motion of her thoughts but Mar who came trotting in after her teetered and shifted uneasily enough upon her shoulder. It was an unfamiliar position to find Tristan posting himself in, calling the very big wigs themselves from their warm homes, and subsequently those who kept the big wigs where they were and not crumbling beneath their own decrepit weight.

For the time being Naelona held silent, sitting quietly beside her sole sibling. Anolean's room had sustained damage, yes, but it was better than her own had fared and until repairs were finished she would continue staying with him. Her face frowned as she had another thought. Their father would probably ask them about their new 'shared' slave as well. Even if this venture proved as unproductive and fruitless as Naelona suspected it would, still, what an interesting night this would be.

[Jouhnin Takanami]

Unlike the two shadows that misted their way across the room, this time a Boogie entered not with shadow but with a faint smell of cherry blossoms and lavender. It was obvious when the first foot was placed into the room, a bare one, with its cover of outside bones. But the vision of the exoskeleton was gone as quickly as it came, for the kimono followed after the foot. But it was none other then the head of the Takanami's, who seemed uneasy. He held his pipe though, unlike his new acquaintance Naelona's, Jouhnin's pipe was wood and much longer, with intricate engravings of who knows what on them. But this time the man was not wearing a hideous color, today his kimono was gray, or silver with less shine. In fact the Boogie seemed very... dreary today... very unusual of the tall Boogie. In fact, out of all them in the room, the only Boogie who could even be close to 'as tall as him' was Tristan. And even he was six inches shorter then Jou.

With a soft smile, directed towards Naelona of course, he waled over and took his seat next to her. He let out a sigh, sitting down his pipe for a brief moment to say, " My sister has gone running off again and will unfortunately not be joining us..." he said, his voice was not like velvet, not today. Instead his voice was harsh and mostly bitter. Even when a Labrador-sized fox came bounding up into Jouhnin's lap, flexing it's angelic wings lightly and licking the Boogies hand, Jou only lightly petted his familiar, utter something in Japanese before looking to Naelona.

He picked up his pipe again before leaning over other and saying, " so, little mistress... please tell me you were called out of something much more fun then me to go to this meeting..." he said and the leaned back into the chair, nearly sulking back into it. Jouhnin's room had taken severe damage, but with the help of his family, he got most of his belongings out and was now staying with his younger sister and brothers on their small piece of property out beyond the garden. He was not for the rebellion, but he didn't go against it either. He knew as well as any other that history tends to repeat its-self. He has seen one rebellion before in his lifetime, and only Tristan was elder to him in this room, and only by a thousand years, even Kazn Ezel, who shared a seat as well was still younger then him by a good distance. Which is why when Jouhnin referred to Naelona as "Little Mistress" he not only means by age but by height, because not a Boogie in Wonderland was taller then he, and Naelona was seen as a child to Jouhnin for many reasons.

[Doctor Nationis]

Burned. All of it. The blackened remains of Iugo's room was one of the worst possible by the fire. Why? Remains of bodies, mostly seeming yo be human, were all that he cared for in his room. And easily enough to replace, leaving Iugo only pissed that the humans had struck such a blow on such a dominate race. The rumors appeared to be true. Iugo was one to believe that could be a fuss over such squabbles as boogies enslaving (or butchering) humans for their own pleasures, but never did the thoguht cross his mind that the entire North wing would take a blow so hard that a single boogie, no matter how dumb, would fall. But this! Iugo was a child by boogie standards, in many aspects, psychical strength, age, and height. The Doctor had a quick mind to match his elders, leaving him no choice but to take things into his own hands. they wouldn't act soon enough! They'd wait and wait and wait... For all they knew, another attack could take place any day!

Not on Iugo's watch! Was it to save the boogies? Hardly. Glory? No. To have a chance to spread fear into every, single heart of the human population? That was one benefit. Dr. Nationis was also bored, and this could fill the gaps. But not now...

Iugo was on his way to the showers.

He'd snapped for a few months, letting his skin coat int he festering flesh and spoiled blood of his victims. The smell didn't bother him, but the layers of filth and matted hair did not appeal so well to his regular senses. The boogie strode through walls and rooms, phasing in and out of the dimension to fit these physical needs, choosing to walk at this time, being his short natural height. The most absurd part of this whole trip? Iugo Nationis was wearing nothing but a white towel around his thin, pale hips. It's not like he would be spotted, especially taking his own shortcut to get to the showers.

When this thought popped into his head, Iugo stepped into the meeting room, pausing to scan the area. Tristan, the Ezels, and Jouhnin... Something was going on. And he was in a towel. Fantastic... Eyes lazily drifting between the characters, familiars included, the boogie took a long drag from his cigarette before taking it between two fingers and dropping that arm off to his side. "So," The Doctor began, smoke slowly leaving his body as his words floated about the room, directed to anyone that cared to answer, "Why wasn't I invited to this little party? I'm almost offended..." A smirk played across his lips, the cigarette replaced between his thin lips. The stench of death and decay still lingered about his frame and would begin to mix with the other odors from the others in the room.

The shower could wait.