PROWER'S CASTLE - Main Entrance Knight Island
United States coast
October 23rd 1922 7:34PM
William Needlemouse, Jules Needlemouse, Dewitt Highcastle, "Master"
"Well, now we've all gotten to know each other's frankly insane names," Master sighed, "Now we better get on with the entire she-bang-she-bang, get what I'm saying?"
"...Not really," Dewitt mumbled in response.
"...Oh right, you haven't invented that phrase. Sorry," Master sighed once more. He slowly walked towards the walnut doors and rapped polietly on the front of the door. This didn't seem to actually work, so he stared at the door for a minute and a half, before kicking hard on the door. This...didn't really work harder, so he started wildly bashing on the door with both firsts, ramming the door and otherwise attacking it. After he finally wore itself out, he just went limp and rested against the door, panting and breathless. By now, the rain had been falling like a meteor shower, leaving everyone else behind Master completly soaked.
"...Nice," William snarked, "Now can we go in?"
Dewitt pushed Master out of the way and pressed a nearby button button that Master had failed to see. There was a clicking sound as the many gears that lined the wall shifted and rotated as a small striker above the four struck a bell loudly. This sent the usual loud ringing noise around the thin air, surprisingly loud given the large area it was struck with. None of the four were seemingly affected by it, except Master's slight eye twitch, but nothing more. There was a loud creak as the door finally opened, sending bright, yellow, candle light and soft violin music flooding into their soaked senses, creating a sense of warmth that washed over them in blissful joy. In the doorside was an adult female fox. Such fox had bright orange fur that had seemingly been fluffed up somewhat for the event, with a few streams of fur the slid down her face and curtained her pristine light blue eyes and an adorable little fang in her mouth. She wore glasses and a bright red shirt that only covered her arms to the middle of the uppers. Her trousers, uncommon for common femaleswear of the 1920's, was made of a strange material that was rough to the touch and not very flexible, with her shoes being made of what looked like leather, but coloured as white as snow with bright red lines along the soles. Her main defining feature, however, was her two fox tails that swayed free and lightly, waving the very air around them into something sweet smelling, directing the smells of the nearby food to the noses of those outside in the pouring rain.
"Hello!" the fox chirped, "So nice to see you!"
"I suppose you're now the owner of this fair castle, Eliza?" William said, approaching the fox with wonder, "I've never seen anything like your outfit before..."
"Yep!" the fox winked, "Mrs. Eliza Prower here, service wonder extraordinare! My outfit is all thanks to the man of cloth jackets."
"In other words, me," Master said, for once sounding somewhat happy with a light tone of voice, "Eliza Prower. So nice to see you once more. My my, you're getting more radiant and stunning as the visits pile on."
"Oh stop it!" Eliza giggled, "I'm MARRIED, remember?"
"So you and your husband've been giving the Government all this new-fangled tech, eh?" Dewitt approached her next, "I know one thing for sure; you've got quite a lot of electricity. Only the richest and biggest in this world have that kind of luxury. How do you do it? What's your secret?"
"Oh, THAT'S for later..." Eliza lightly brushed Dewitt's chin in a flirty manner, "Perhaps we'll finally reveal what's exactly happpened here. I know YOU'RE here for a female..."
"Yes," William spoke up, "A Mrs Amela Roseanne. Do you know her?"
"Not exactly..." Eliza shrugged, "I've never seen her in my life. But someone similar...might've. Might've. Well, no use standing out here in this awful rain. Come on in. And feel free to have some of the sweets on the side."
Eliza quickly turned and wandered down the hallway towards the dining room. The four finally stepped in and added their coats to the nearby rack. William could now properly see Dewitt's wasitcoat and Master's now uncanny clothes. He could also see himself in a mirror lined with gold and jewels, shining brightly and showcasing his own blue fur with browning quills. His own blue eyes complemented his fur, along with his own white shirt and waistcoat. His, however, was also covered by a jacket, completing a very dapper suit that he was wearing specially for this event. What was noticable was his shoes, a family heirloom, that were a deep red with white shoe straps and brass buckles, as well as his gloves, which were white with circle cufflinks and red bands. Very dapper, very smart.
As William reached for the red sweet, he could feel some new thought take form in his thought-addled brain. The ideas came as thick and fast as the strong strawberry taste from the sweet (and no less embittering), recoiling back to that Master guy. Now that he had a chance to get cozy with one of his friends, he could see certain patterns emerging. The cloth jackets, the trousers of strange, but yet different material, the t-shirts, the banter between them. Something felt off. SOMETHING felt strange, as if they were connected somehow. The thought continued to gnaw at the back of his head as he struggled to come up with some sort of explenation for everything he was seeing and hearing.
Master had finished his green lime-flavoured sweet when he noticed William staring at the guy, staring with an odd look in his eye, "What?" he eventually asked in a somewhat annoyed tone.
"There's something strange about you," William said inquizitivly, "You and that Eliza person. I know Eliza. She was the exact same as any other 1920's woman before you came along. I don't get it. What did you do to her? Just who ARE you?"
Master simply smiled, "I am the keeper of dreams and nightmares. And we'll see YOUR'S come true tonight..."
PROWER CASTLE - Dining Hall
Off the coast of Mobius Alpha
July 5th 2013, 2:12PM
Oliver Maruice "Sonic The Hedgehog" Needlemouse, Lowell Theo Highcastle II, Kathrine Lowhouse and Blaze "Frost" Cattington
There was another click and a snick as the last, purple suitcase opened up slowly with a small creak. Unlike Kathrine, who had sprung out in a panic, the dark purple cat inside rose gracefully out of the case, eyes closed in bliss and smiling with a tiny mouth. She yawned, opening her now normal mouth, lined with fangs and a few red splotches, and stretched her arms, encased in a somewhat tight fitting latex bodysuit. The sun shone upon the bodysuit giving bright glares around the area, the suit being covered in a red T-shirt and demin shorts. The orb upon her head that often gave the Blazes of the Multiverse their powers was now a very solid blue that still had it's perma-shine upon it's corner. Her hair band was a similar blue, holding the ponytail that split into a three blader, showing new black tips that looked like werehog quill tips. Her "hair" was also tipped in this way, folded lower than the usual hair seen on any Blaze. And as she clambered out of the suitcase, it could be seen her legs ended in brown ;eather boots that had cowboy spurs and a leather band around the top with a special emblem on the sides.
"Ah, that was a nice sleep!" she growled, finishing her stretch and reaching for the pair of dark metal glasses also in the suitcase, "In fact, I think that was one of the most blissful sleeping sessions I've ever had!"
"...You LIKED being locked in that for three hours, Frost?" Kathrine asked, exhaustedly reaching for Lowell's whiskey bottle.
"Of course," Frost replied, pushing the metal bars back into her ears, "If you get a...liking...by having magic boob jobs, you might as well go all the way."
Kathrine shrugged, "Can't argue with that logic."
"So..." Frost approached Sonic and assumed her normal pose of hands on hips and left leg bent to assume a leaning pose, "Where've you taken us for this?"
"Knight Island. Used to belong to Miley's parents, or so I'm told," Sonic said, waving his hand in the direction of the castle, "A place of majestic tech and marvelous company, until an accident caused them to flee and abandon this place."
"Or so we thought..." Lowell said too, his deep British accent ringing in Frost's sensitive ears, "But we looked at the main hall alone and it seems to be brand new and dust free. As if someone...never left."
"Sounds tacky," Frost said in her usual perky way.
"Kathrine, you studied this place for your temp job as a sub teacher, right?" Lowell asked his girlfriend, "Find anything strange?"
"No..." Kathrine said, "I studied the damn thing for three days, with a telescope. I never saw anyone come and go inside and I didn't see anything about it that looked like new work done on it. The records don't say anything about renewal either..."
"So...something or someONE has lived here under no watch..." Lowell said, confused, "But who?"
"This should be interesting..." Sonic said smugly, walking quickly down the large, long hall before them. The walls and the ceilings were delicatly engraved with strange swirls and various symbols that no-one could really dechipher. The pillars and supports were made of the finest marble and gold, showing a painting of what looked like a bunch of foxes with only one tail being led by a female fox with two tails holding what looked like a tablet device.
"That...doesn't make any sense either," Lowell looked up at this strange mural depicting the futureistic device before them that he himself had in one of the many pockets littering his wavering cape, "That sort of tech has only been made affordable to comman man. Well, humans, anyway."
"Something's wrong here..." Frost said, shuddering slightly.
"Relax, it's nothing to worry about," Sonic said reassuringly, patting Frost on her head, which made her giggle, "Miley told me everything. Her parents made all the tech before us modernists got anywhere near the draft stages. Never did tell me HOW they did so, however."
"Probably has something to do with Master," Lowell mumbled, "He's been getting into the habit of escaping to the past as an ambassedor for this present. After all, everyone else is too busy complaining about Sonic's eye colour."
"Don't remind me," Sonic growled.
"Why's Master doing this?" Kathrine asked.
"He's gotten sick of the modern world, obviously. I don't blame him," Lowell sighed. There was a sudden change in his thoughts as a small smell made it's way to his nose. It was the most delectable smell he had ever had the fortune to encounter. His limp form, hypnotized by the smell of freshly baked pastries and meats of various animals, began to walk slowly towards a door that was smaller, with simple wooden patterns. Inside was a large kitchen, which was rather...kitchen-y, complete with the latest in stoves and cookers, using Prower-branded Microwaves and other such high tech. On the tables was a few plates, each containing the food the smells had come from, a delicious pallete of pastries and cured and spiced meats of the various creatures-crocodile, dog, beef, bacon, squid, octopus...the selection was astounding, with a noteable plate containing the meats in a long bun like a hotdog bun. Next to the plates were four different drinks; one green plastic bottle full of citric liquid, one full of tea, another full of strong coffee and the last containing a mixture of the three.
"The hell?" Sonic asked, "All this stuff is present day food and drink and it's ALL still in date! They even have Chilli Dogs! AND Generic Carbonated Beverage!"
"I love Generic Carbonated Beverage!" Lowell said back, "This makes no sense! NONE of this is!"
"And no-one's lived here for months!"
"Then there's only one explanation..." Frost said, her voice suddenly solom and serious, "And that is...there's a GHOST in this house!"
"That is insane!" Lowell said, paniking slightly, "Ghosts do NOT exist. Never have. Ever..."
"Apart from the ghost I found during my angsty Werehog days?" Sonic challenged, crossing his arms. Lowell remained silent and verbally defeated, so Sonic continued, "That's what I thought. It ain't MY fault you're scared of ghosts. And Frost is right, only that really explain all the recent food and lack of dust. Someone has been waiting for someone. Waiting to...exist again..."
There was an intense rumbling around the room as a sort of lightly coloured mist began flying around the room, a massive wind whipping up the small amount of dust that WAS in the area into a tornado around the area. Sonic and Frost were still standing at the table with braze, yet cocky faces on, while Lowell's once stoic face had twisted into a fearful expression, teeth clenched, while having fallen to the floor and holding tightly onto the waist of Kathrine, who was sort of just...standing there.
"Hello?" Kathrine called out over the noise, "Mr OR Mrs Ghost? Who's there?"
A high-pitched giggling rumbled through the room, making Lowell recoil even further into fear and hug Kathrine tighter.
"Oh goody..." came a high-pitched and perky female voice that echoed around the room with an eerie familar voice, "They've come! The ancestors have come! They have come to help free me! Yay!"
"Free you?" Kathrine asked, "What d'ya mean?"
"Your ANCESTORS!" The voice took on a tone of anger, shaking the floor even harder and bellowing even stronger, making Lowell squeeze Kathrine like a Victorian corset, "They KILLED ME! I've been stuck here for you for YEARS..." her voice went back to the sweet tone, "Hehehe, forgive me. I get a bit trigger-y in my senile age. Anyway, feel free to the food before you all, you are welcome. Just please...help me..."
The wind and mist vanished into the walls and corners, the dust falling to the floor with a shifting sound like hundreds of little ghost particles pattering to the floor. Sonic approached the chili dog and took a massive bite out of it grinning, "See? I told you this would be an interesting month. Free, modern, non-rotten food, good accomodation, a good Ghost Host AND a smatter of ADVENTURE! Woo!"
"AND we need to find out why we need to 'free' this ghost," Frost reminded him, "That should be interesting. Perhaps we'll go back in time and stop it ever happening? Or exact revenge on those responsible!"
"Uh...Lowell?" Kathrine poked Lowell's head, "Can you stop crushing my waist. It's small enough for the fashion gurus, thanks..." Lowell's shuddering form nodded slowly and let go of her waist, standing up and brushing off his furry chest. Kathrine giggled and hugged Lowell, stroaking her chest, "You're cute when you're scared," she giggled playfully.
"I'm...I'm not scared!" Lowell defended, stuttering slightly, "I just...d-don't like Ghosts much..." he cleared his throat, sounding stoic once more, "Right, so we're stuck in a haunted castle that used to belong to Miley's parents for a month, chock full of mystery and anacronistic tech, with a ghost we have to somehow free by possessing one of us and killing the others in horrible ways with final creepy faces before we die. Oh, and adventure. I suppose it'll keep me on my toes..." he approached Sonic while grabbing the plastic bottle, "Sonic, I just want to say. I want you to remind me about something."
"What?" Sonic asked, smiling.
"Remind me to kill you when we finally get home."
Sonic gulped somewhat fearfully.
"Duly noted."
(I have the feeling this Chapter isn't as good as the first. Darn.)
