Hehe...I'm still alive!
Ballroom Dancing
Green and his partners, a blond woman with a deadly whip and a host of poisons stocked in her overflowing bosom, and a nondescript yet chatty teen by the name of Chris, reached the clearing without any hindrance. Creed's manor innocently laid a couple of yards in front of them, with no guards in sight.
Other sweeper groups arrived around the clearing, signaling to each other their success. No one by the looks of them was hurt or missing. Green gave a sigh of relief, but it was immediately stifled
This was past suspicious, it set his teeth on edge with agitation that he had not felt since the storming of Grand Square, when Chronos took over the current headquarters from the ex-government with just I and II. Their killing aura had marked a deep scar in Xiao's heart as he observed the slaughter that painted the pure white building in streaks of dark blood.
Why had there been no resistance? What in the world was Creed planning?
He gave a sigh, and observed its echo by Eve, half hidden by the right wing of the mansion. He raised his hand, which was imitated by the groups around him, and signaled.
Creed swept into the ball room with a flickering candle in his slender fingers. He was dressed handsomely in a Victorian costume with lace cuffs and maroon velvet with black trimmings. Doctor, dressed similarly in smoky blue was waiting in the dark room, his glasses glinting eerily off the light cast by Creed's lone candle. Ekidonna entered behind Creed, dressed in emerald green with a luxurious trail of cream white accented by green trimmings. Even Maro ambled in, his costume stretching tightly across his bulging stomach, butt, thighs—well, his entire body really.
Creed began to light the many candles in each chandelier hanging from the ceiling and each candle holder on the pristine white tables. He danced and swirled from one candle to another, humming under his breath.
"Watching you so gleeful has made the all the servants flee," commented Train from a shadowy, unlit corner of the massive room.
"Are you nervous, Train-san?" Creed laughed half insanely, the tune still drifting from his lips.
Train chose to ignore the question, instead picking up a nearby candle and helping Creed light a chandelier.
"Expecting many guests?" Train asked nonchalantly. Creed paused a moment to admire how the black coat with gold trimmings and the cream white lace accented Train's fierce golden eyes and pale skin.
"Oh yes," replied Creed as he finished lighting the last candle on the chandelier, "So many wonderful guests to dance and dine with. But I do hope that they are polite enough to—"
The windows on both sides shattered spectacularly, sending a rainbow of glittering glass reflecting in a rainbow of colors under the warm glow of candles.
"—come through the front door," finished Creed without a hint of surprise in his tone.
Dark figures shot through the room, surrounding the Hoshi. Dangerous glaives, swords, and other sharp objects were raised at Creed, who was delighted to be at the center of attention.
"Welcome, guests! I have prepared a ballroom for our delightful party, and I am glad that all of you are here to attend. I would start with a feast, but I think all of you are too excited to sit down and eat, and incapable of having a quiet dinner with intelligent conversation anyways. And so, "Creed picked up a wine glass from a nearby table, which was immediately filled with crimson liquid by Doctor, "let me give you all a toast."
Creed tossed back the glass.
"Let the dance begin!"
Ch27 is written already...but I don't have 26, so expect them to come together, but not anytime this week (looks at pile of hw in disgust).