RP:A show to die for
Within the Majors manner there was a large party playing to celebrate the debut of a new band that has recently got together as glorious music could be heard from within. Inside the room was brightly lit as dancers sung and played music from within the center the chairs and tables being placed around the area. Guards ever present at the doors to protect everyone inside but even they were shown to be enjoying the festivities as the music played cheerfully on. The dancers consisted of 4 women completely dressed in regal looking cloths masks covering their face and 2 males wearing pure white cloths and golden accessories they two wore a mask. The music was actually played before a very long time in the past and unless you were at least a hundred years old you probably never came across this type of music. The man in the center was clearly the ring master with his cloths adored golden ornaments and golden bracers and legging looking more like mechanical limbs then decoration. He cackled when the song reached its end and always announced the next one with dramatic enthusiasm.
Oline was definitely NOT on the executive invitation list. Honestly, she didn't even really know what she was doing here. Everything about the gaudy decorations and the throngs of people made her skin itch. The young giantess towered over everyone at a little over ten feet tall, and while everyone else mingled and danced and otherwise stood around looking fashionable in their finery there she stood wearing a gown made for her out of drapes. The girl had been lured in not by any promotion or gimmick, but rather the enjoyable lilt of the music emanating from an opened window. Now that she was here, however, Oline found herself standing in the farthest corner of the room staring uncomfortably at the floor occasionally swaying her hips to the music.
The room was filled with rich people but as well as middle class and even low class as this was a public event. Private invites got special services such as servants and personal body guards. Blut sat in the courner reading a book the true reason people were here was because of him many of the invites are executives or supporters of haut mond gang the music itself was just illusions music Blut had heard before century's ago. The performers were simply puppets as Blut thread mana strings along the floor making the human sized puppets dance and sing. Within the music was a small hypnotic suggestion not strong by any means that even the weakest of minds could stave it off but the suggestion would constantly be implanted within them within every minute the suggestion would be re applied as it stayed in their bodies. Not powerful enough to be noticed but after a key tune it would trigger and after enough time and reapplication would be very hard to fight off the suggestion. No one understood nor noticed this as servants entered the room and offered snacks to the guest.
Oline certainly didn't feel hypnotized. Honestly, the only thing the girl felt right about now was annoyed. Not about the party, no... her mind was just elsewhere. She'd occasionally glance up and observe some of the happy couples dancing, or some womanizing merchant trying to seduce a serving girl, then scowl and resume staring at the floor. "Allease th'musick's orrite..." she grumbled to a man standing nearby, who glanced up at her with a startled expression before scurrying back off to his date. Oline just sighed and snatched a long-stemmed glass off a passing plate. She didn't care what was in the cup as she tipped back its contents and swallowed it in one long gulp.
Blut continued to conduct his show as one of the members of his gang appeared in the party dressed all formally in a new suit and everything. The man told Blut "all the guest have arrived" before leavening him as he left he tapped the floor 2 times dictating the total number of hours the latest target arrived and was exposed for. Blut smirked then let the "puppet show begin" Blut tapped his hands on the chair as the dancers slowed down and stopped. The main man raised his hands in the air as all turned to face him "ladies gentlemen I am so glad that you could all make our show I am Kadazora head of this band and this is Beutovire" the man explained as he pointed at the beautiful woman next to him wearing a crimson red dress the flowed from his waste. "This will be our final performance please watch observe take in the atmosphere" he claimed as he walked over to a piano and the woman picked up a cello as the two started to play. The music was harsh yet peaceful, conflicting but at the same time complementing. It was a adaptation of a ancient lullaby as the audience was enthralled with the beautiful and harmonic piano and the loud and cruel sounds of the cello as they seemed to compete for dominance over the other creating a mesmerising tune that one simply could not turn away from. The other dancers would simply be moving towards the exits and other rooms and closing the doors and any other possible means of escape.
Oline found herself humming along with the tune, even as she continued to stare at the floor. Had the girl been paying more attention to her surroundings like her old caretaker had taught her, she'd have noticed the dancers sealing up the exits. She'd have seen the unblinking stares, or anything at all. Instead, by the time Oline looked up from the sparkling shapes her glass was making on the floor all the doors had been closed and whatever was about to take place was all-but-inevitable. She'd been caught in the net, just like everyone else...
The pair started to play faster and faster and faster still as the music became more frightful some children even started crying. But then they stopped and there was silence but soon they started to play again the music was astounding and amazing to hear but unfortunately this was also the trigger sound as they played the suggestion would take full effect. Through the time that they were playing at least 120 suggestions had been laid within each persons head telling each and everyone there to kill kill if you want to survive. They would begin to see the person they hate the most the person they wished dead the most. The less malevolence one had in their heart the less affected they would be but they would still feel the urge to kill rising. Men and women engaged in bloody combat as those without weapons simply used all around them to beat each other down whilst those with weapons cut those around them down with no mercy or remorse as the walls were soon stained red. Blut laid on his chair illusions made it appear that he was stabbed through the heart and dead as the fighting ensued no one was safe. father vs son, sister against sister even the closest of friends had turned their weapons against one another. Even children were killed in the battle the puppet dancers took off their masks revealing runes. The puppets outside left a silencing field stopping the screams from leaving the room whilst the puppets standing by the exits exploded into walls of ice stopping people who were resistant to the curse from leavening. All this while the puppet was playing and laughing like it was the best moment of his life.
Oline never saw it happen, because the strings the music had been pulling and weaving in her mind... they weren't for her. They were for that other part... the thing she kept bottled away and hidden. The berserker. To Oline, the rising crescendo of the musical trigger was a light switch. Off went Oline... and on turned the blood-lust. She plowed forward into the crowd like an unstoppable tide of flesh, trampling anyone unfortunate enough not to get out of her way beneath her and grabbing anyone unfortunate enough to be within arm's reach and hurling them like rag dolls. Her body collided with enough force to crack plaster and splinter wood... more than enough to crush every bone in the body of the poor girl who'd been standing there strangling the life out of her mother moments before. Oline howled savagely and grabbed the mother next, raising her up by the front of her dress in a melon-sized fist and pummeling her down into the ground like a hammer pounding a nail. Another shriek, and the berserk giantess lunged into the next cluster of people. A man in a blood-soaked tunic found himself hoisted off the ground and used like a club against those he'd been fighting... bones cracking and tendons snapping as the girl whipped him around like a twig. There wasn't much left of him when she finally discarded his twisted corpse, lashing out instead to grab a young boy by the head and squeeze. The smell of carnage filled the air, only further stoking the fires of her battle-rage. Given her size and mass, there wasn't much that anyone -human- could do... though the 'party' was bound to be running out of 'human' victims pretty quickly.
Carnage continued as knocking on the door was clearly heard as people tried desperately to escape the carnage. One man tried to stop the music by impaling the puppet tears fell down his eyes as he cried out. "WHAT IS THIS IS THIS JUST A GAME TO YOU" he yelled to the woman but he stood back as the puppet continued to play as spoke in a smooth calm voice "oh no no no this isn't a game this is art this is beauty. I am a artist that can truly see beauty I live for the applause but you will die for it HAHAHAHAHA." The puppet laughed manically as the man took the weapon from the puppets torso and destroyed the piano but since it was coming from Blut no one could stop it unless they destroyed him who was completely invisible and with full motion of movement did not allow anyone or anything to harm him..
Oline crashed into the door with the full force of her enormous body, splintering wood and mangling a trio of revelers who'd taken to begging to escape. The pounding, at least from that corner of the room, ceased. The young giantess paused at last to survey the room. The blood in her ears pounded the drumbeat of war. Her fists clenched and relaxed as her inhuman gaze swept from wall to wall. Through the dire red haze, she could see very little left moving save for the man desperately attempting to destroy the piano. She lumbered forward towards him with every intention of tearing him in half.
The doors smashed opened with a burst of flame as the Cenril guard rushed the room as they tried to save anyone still alive within the room. The battle mages and warriors attempted to restrain the giantess with harpoons and spells whilst healers tended to the survivors. Most the adults were gone the only adult left was the man who cowered against the wall holding his blade to the giantess as he threatened to kill her. Children cried into the hands of the soldiers as they tried to calm and bring them to safety. The music stopped as Blut left completely invisible to onlookers as the room was stained red anyone sensitive to magic would notice Black dust traveling towards the man furthering his life
Oline blinked. Whatever power the musical spell had held was gone, and she found herself abruptly transported from the corner of the room lost in thoughts to the center of the room strangling a man against the wall. She could feel the tip of his blade as it threatened to bite into her flesh, see the panic in is eyes, smell the fear rolling off of him... and recoiled. As the guardsmen and battlemages rushed into the room, the horror dissolved into something much more primal: survival. Whatever had happened, she knew there wasn't a chance in hell the humans of Cenril would believe her when she said she had nothin to do with it. Perhaps this was best evidenced by the harpoons and spears and blades now pointed at her. Without a second thought, she grabbed the terrified man she'd pinned to the wall moments earlier and hurled him flailing and screaming into the approaching mass of soldiers. Plowing through the toppled-over pathway he'd made, Oline burst out through the open doors with speed few would believe a creature her size capable of. She ran, and she didn't stop until she was half-way across the Cenril-Kelay bridge. It was only then that, inspecting herself, she noticed the javelin protruding from her shoulder. Yanking it out like a child might pull out a large splinter, the girl stared at the bloodied weapon intensely before reaching out and dropping it over the side of the bridge into the void below. She walked the rest of the way home, dripping in blood and coated in gore... her senses still numb and sedated from the traumatic event. She'd face the full brunt of it later, when blood-lust had subsided and her memory of the event returned. For now, it was probably best for all along the road back to Larket that Oline seemed almost lost in a trance.