Phantoms' Lobo: Uhg...stuff. Review Replys! And I'm gunna do it this time!

Fohx: YAY! dashes off

Phantoms' Lobo: rolls eyes Whatever.

Miss Black Shadow: Glad yah like it. Well, that was one of my happier poems. Mine isn't very good, really. I bet you are good at poetry. Yah just need the right insperation. Well, here is the next chapter And tell your Erik to get off your back, else I'll get Naraku andLobo-chan over there to get him offa yer back Well...as for the question, It's a tie 'twixt Poison Chalice and Wolf's Claw. -.-;;

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Erik took one more step towards the makeshift door. His eyes flickered as the demented laughter of three girls reached his ears and flinched. The three had been doing things in Berg's small room for over two hours now, which frightened him.

Knowing Berg, she usually became uncomfortable in small places such as her room, but she hadn't come out since the others got here. The phantom took another step towards the door and placed his ear to it.

"Aye. I plan to wear this to the Masquerade Ball. It should be fitting." Berg was saying. He heard the sharp rap of knuckles on the girls head.

"Stupid! If you wear that and then parade about with it on at the Masquerade, the humans will become suspicious! And there is nothing worse then a suspicious, wealth human." Came one of the other girls, the blonde, by the agitation in her voice.

"Fine! Then what about this one?" Berg grumbled. The rustle of fabric swept over his ear and he heard clapping from inside. The two other girls awed at the fabric that Berg had brought out.

"Better!" The blonde's voice said smoothly. Another voice piped up.

"Wonderful! I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life!" She cooed.

Erik could just picture Berg rolling her eyes at the comment. "Yes, of course it is. Then in five minutes you'll be obsessing over your own costume." She mumbled darkly.

"Probably."

"I second that!" A few moments later a squeal echoed about the room and caused Erik to wince. A muffled cry ceased the noise.

"Shut up, Amy!" The blonde hissed.

"Yah! Erik-fuzz might hear you and come investigating!" Growled Berg.

'Erik-fuzz?' Erik pondered, eye twitching. Amy snorted.

"Too bad. Now let me up! We want to haunt sometime in the future, don't we?" Two 'Aye's' greeted the question and the popping of knuckles brushed the door.

Erik slowly backed away from the wood and vanished into shadows. Three girls were defiantly worse then one.

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Berg snorted happily, twirling about in her attire. The bloody red dress was tinted with a sprinkle of silver coloration and complimented by the coal boots and black gloves. Slipping up her left arm was a silver bodied, black eyed viper that curled about her large arm and connected her glove with her dress sleeve. On the left was a black bodied, silver eyed viper that did the exact same. About her corseted middle was a black belt that hung from one hip with a snake-head buckle and around her neck was a silver chained necklace with a snake head hanging from the center. Her brown hair was flipped over both shoulders and covering her cut areas from view though some strands covered her black and silver shadowed eyes that gave her a frightening appearance.

Et was garbed in something simple with a less intricate design. She wore a simple black peasants dress with silver hem and long sleeves. Black slippers adorned her calloused feet and peasant gloves adorned her calloused hands. Her pale blonde hair was swept behind her and twisted in a strange fashion and her eyes were shadowed darkly with silver and blood red makeup. The only piece of jewelry to be seen was a single ring on her left ring finger. That was a silver band with an onyx colored horse for decoration.

Amy's attire had the most twisted design between the three. Her pale moon-light colored dress draped elegantly over her slender frame, broken only by streaks of silver and grey. The neck line came down low, showing some cleavage but not enough to become an instant slut within the gossip circle. Instead of a plain back of material she had chosen straps of white silk to criss cross over her bare back and keep the dress up. Her sleeves draped across her wrists and flowed down freely on either side and practically swept the floor. Adorning the girls' neck was a golden fox pendant with a silver chain. Her face was speckled with glitter and her eyes were shadowed with makeup as light as her dress.

All together the three looked like spiritual beings from the afterlife. Berg was the very soul of hate and desire and power, she seemed to wreak of insanity and power that caused death. Et was the soul of humbleness. Her simple, casual attire gave off a soft, wonderful feeling that caused anyone about her to become relaxed. Her attire battled the deranged wrath of Berg's, but that was how it was. Amy was the soul of concentration, some forms of lust and want, along with a religious and spiritual strength. She gave off a regal air and seemed to carry herself proudly as she walked. She was the exact depiction of royalty and inner strength.

The three glazed solemnly at each other before sweeping down and gathering masks. Berg's was that of a wolf fox thing, to symbolize her shapeshifter ability. Ets' was that of a panther, sleek and calm with yellow stripes running down the sides of the face. Amy's was a simple dark red fox mask that covered her face all the way to her ears before cutting off.

"Should we speak with Erik before we make our first appearance…?" The shapeshifters' words her hemmed with a vicious, dark poison. Et nodded softly, eyes flickering dully behind her mask.

"It would be…wise." She replied softly. Berg nodded before sweeping silently from the room, motioning for her friends to follow. They did as they were bid and were soon sweeping behind Berg towards the Phantoms' organ. He wasn't there. Berg hummed something softly before slipping a piece of parchment on one of the ivory keys and then walking off. Amy and Et looked at each other before gliding after the girl. Soon the three were staring down at the stage. They were mounted upon one of the many catwalk things above the bright wooden platform.

Berg grinned sadistically and nodded to Et and Amy. They girls nodded back and Berg tossed a rope down and onto the stage. She gripped the rope with one hand and wrapped her left leg about it before slipping off the platform and slipping slowly down to the ground.

Instantly the whole stage froze. A slow, mournful moan emitted about the place, drawn along with two demented flits of laughter. After the laughter subsided the moan echoed a few more moments before dropping just as Berg landed upon the stage.

Slowly the demented girl stalked about the stage, eyes blazing and gaze curling about the many bodies. Hmm…Christine wasn't present. Oh well. She'd get a better surprise later on. But for now…

Berg grinned and glanced towards her partners. The two girls nodded and slipped down the rope to move to her side.

"My dear Opera cast. It is wonderful…to meet you…so soon upon our venturing here." Berg hissed harshly through her teeth. Et stepped forwards, her calm figure casting a hush over the panicking crowd.

"My my, Illusion. You sure know how to spook humans with a simple greeting." She murmured softly. Berg glanced to her and snorted.

"I've had practice." She replied. The powerful girl flexed her fingers and slowly crept towards the managers. Amy swept up to claim the place she had abandoned. Andre and Firmin were pushed against a wall by Berg as she moved towards them, large body making practically no sound against the stage.

"Wh-wh-wha-what do you w-w-want?" Andre stuttered. Berg blinked and pushed herself onto her toes to stare at him in the eyes.

"What do I want…?" She mumbled, fingers cracking softly. "What do WE want, you mean." The two men nodded vigorously and cowered the slightest under the demented girls disturbing appearance. Berg grinned. She twirled around, dress sweeping behind her as she looked towards Amy and Et. "Did you hear them, my fellow Moonshifters?" The two girls nodded and grinned to each other.

"What do we want, Kitsune?" Et pondered. Amy shrugged gently, her long sleeves brushing against the ground. Berg snarled and twirled upon the managers once more, eyes blazing with a fierceness that would wilt have burst anything into flames if she had the power.

"I'll tell yah…what we want!" She snapped, looking down upon the two men. "Our…" She moved her left handed fingers somewhat as if she was playing a piano or an organ. "…Leader…has been fussing with you for a while now. Sending notes and seeing to it that everything he asked worked. But…" She glanced to Et and Amy and then back to them. "You have become cocky in your years…and we…" She indicated the two others and they both made a design in the air with their right hands "Have decided to…make sure that you follow…his command. If you…thought he was…bad, you haven't…seen us…" She spat, twirling about to face the girls. She nodded once and Et slid into the shadows, Amy threw a cloud of moon dust onto the stage and vanished in the fog that popped up, and Berg scaled the rope to get back to the catwalk thingy.

Et quirked a brow at Berg as the three took off at a walk back to the lair. "Berg…are you okay?" She asked. Berg blinked and looked to her.

"Oh aye! Why?" Berg said and asked. Et looked away from her and sighed. "No reason. Now, let's get to the lair so we can change. This damned dress is starting to itch and I Need to get home. So does Amy." Amy whined when Et said this, but the girl ignored her.

Berg waved Amy and Et off sadly as the got into her duffle bag. Et was in her panther tiger form and pawing at her screwed up hair. She slowly climbed into the large bag and awaited Amy. Amy was dressed in what she had come in. "Bye Berg! Talk to you later!" She said happily before leaping into the bag. There was no yelp from Et, for she had already departed, and Amy made no thunk when she landed, she just kept falling.

"Uhg…" Berg moaned, dropping onto her bed which had been covered in comforters. When the three got back Berg had changed from her uncomfortable dress and into a pair of trousers and a black shirt with her ragged hooded cape, keeping her hands and feet bare. "We're all gunna die in seven days." She growled.

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Phantoms' Lobo: Well, hoped yah liked it. --;; I was sick when I wrote this, so bah.