[Castle of Oblivion] Melvinz Mates Only: RP

Deep in the Castle of Oblivion was a Throne Room, where the King of Oblivion himself sat. Rather bored, he allowed his eyes to simply "haze" over, and he went into some strange trance. Guards stood by, yet at a safe distance, knowing better then to so much as approach the King during this strange state he now sat in.

For now, his mates were scattered about the Castle, free to do pretty much whatever they wanted. The King made no effort to summon any of them, only continued to drift on mentally, tapping into the Scale for the latest demands. Even he, had to answer to someone, this someone, being a living structure. THE living structure, that controlled Balance throughout all that of Oblivion, Heaven, and the strange "purgatory" between it.

RA remained lingering as she always did, normally flying above, in boring circles. She spoke little to anyone or anything, if at all and normally only addressed the Draconic Gods if she didn't do her own job, or spoke to her summoner. Other than that, she kept to herself.

her fire blazed and grew about her, bright as the sun. Did she care if it bothered anyone? Nope. She was doing as she was expected to do. But growing bored, she lowered and shifted forms to that of her humanoid form and walked through the castle, looking for something to ease her boredom.

Blu wasn't really doing much. Normally, she was nothing but a rare hybrid, but now that she'd recently ascended into a MakeShift God, she spent her time at the Castle relaxing, while she was actually there. Most of her eons were spent working now, she had new power, and the Scale saw use for it. But when she wasn't around, she did like to enjoy just being home.

A large blue force moved through the forest alongside the Kingdom, until it came to the Castle itself. With a dominant growl, she leaped high over the Kingdom walls, taking down a few trees with her. The tired God's armor weighted down on her back, a strange rocket-shaped object glowing, as the massive ring around it, and between her wings, slowly lost it's glow. She panted and appeared before the Castle, in the shape of a heavily armored Wolf.

Feels good to be home. She thought, looking up above at the Summon blowing around above everyone.

Chris currently sat alone in his bedroom, which he usually shared with his brother, who was out and about doing Hell only knew what. The boy did nothing to find the others, and eventually, tiredly, crawled back beneath the covers. He was comfy in his massive canopy bed, it was made of silver, and thin sheets.

Fingering his long white hair, the lesser of the two twin Angels, began to hum himself to sleep, in a pattern, that was actually a means of mentally connecting with another. His twin brother. The two had been fused together since Salvation had killed Chris in jealousy back in super-Ancient Times, but their King had found ways to split them back up. However, their strange connection, always remained.

Ryou was free to do as he pleased, which for a half-wit like himself, was rather strange. Though he enjoyed that feeling. He simply just walked around the castle, looking into rooms along the way, though being careful not to go into any rooms that he thought were to not be entered without permission. Barefoot like most creatures around here, he tool light steps, that hardly made a noise as he went. His feathered wings folded behind him. Instead of being pure white, they were a slight color off, looking gray and almost black near the top, and whiter in dome Ares as well.

His red and blue eyes scanned the halls as he walked quietly, tempted to just start skipping out of boredom, and to act like an idiot. But resisted in case caught and them embarassed. His white hair some what messy and framing his face

With a powerful blast, the sheer force of raw power slammed into one of the Towers of the Castle of Oblivion. Everywhere cement bricks and blocks fell, slamming into the earth-like grounding beneath it. Creatures and guards began to scatter, then back away and look up to see what that strange almost sonic-boom like blast had been.

Opening his devious wings, the Wretched Angel landed on what was left of the flooring in one of the top rooms. It was the one across from where his brother had been sleeping, and he narrowed his eyes scanning the area as he had landed. He shook the rubble from his body, not caring that he'd just damaged the Castle, and probably scared the living fuck out of whomever had heard that.

It was pretty obvious that Salvation was in one hell of a mood. His raw light power just ripped from his body, slamming into the walls of the corridor that he was down headed down through. He was going to see his twin, of course. Smirking, he flicked back his hair, and continued to walk through, guards wearily standing tall on either side of him.

Melvin's ears adjusted and suddenly shot up and curled alongside his head. With a low growl, the glow in his eyes steadily began to die, as though he were coming off just being high as fuck or something. Around him a few guards scattered, as cement fell through one of the towers and came through the ceiling. There were many levels to the Castle, but the towers were always placed more towards the front and center, and no thanks to Salvation, the peak had just come through a few levels.

Angrily the King got to his feet, still blind and unable to see due to his mind still being partially united with the Scale.

"SALVATIONNNNNN!!!!" He howled, a low draconian bellow echoing throughout the room, sending guards to run for their lives. Melvin's tail withdrew from where it had been laying over the Throne, and slammed itself violently into the grounding just before it. The King was pissed, someone was going to get beat.

That blasted Angel, he always did have to cause a scene didn't he? Melvin shook his head, trying to get the blindness away from him, and blinked slowly as his vision began to blur back in place. He stood there in Sin Form for now, the shadows slowly burning off him and falling away like ash.

RA stopped where she was at the sound and glanced upward with a sigh, glad she wouldn't be the one fixing that. Her fingers ran along the artifact on her arm and she mumbled something an a dead language seemingly she was the only one to speak anymore.

Hearing the roar of the tyrants voice she shook her head and went to go check up on things, not that it was necessary, but only that she had nothing better to do. She stepped into the throne room and looked around, with a seemingly boring expression.

Ryou jumped and stopped where he was at the loud crashes and the sound of the king yelling. He bit his lip and looked in the direction of the throne room which wasn't to far away, it would be rather quick for him to fly over. Though it would be easy to go see what the hell was going on, he took a deep breath and just stayed where he was, not getting involved unless asked or somehow dragged into it. He just stood against the wall, his wings fluttering a bit, he would stay put in this hallway.

"This won't end to well by the sounds of it." He mumbled to himself, his gaze set in the direction of the throne room. Pushing some hair behind his ear and sighed softly.

Blu snuffed the air around her and growled at Salvation's slamming through the castle. She pushed open the great twin doors to the Castle and had found her sister and the King inside, Mel looking pissed off as usual. Lazily and with her tongue hanging out, she adjusted her wings, the ring on her back heating up and starting to glow again.

What happened? She asked, looking over at them. She wandered over to her sister and lowered her head, so that she could see her and the King. Mel don't do anything stupid, please, for the love of fuck I'm exhausted and you're worrying us with that tail of yours. She thought, her eyes giving out a flat expression.

Chris got out of bed and ran down the hall until he crashed right into his older brother. He backed up and got to his feet, pulling the strange white garments that he was wearing, down just a bit. His wings were strangely missing for the moment, and he didn't really look all that male. And, he was clumsier than normal.

The blue-eyed Angel looked into the red-eyed Angel's eyes, and swallowed. "S-Sal... w-what'd y-ya do...?" He whispered. There was no way that they would miss the King's angry voice.

Chris wrapped his arms around himself, and pulled his robes over him. He looked shorter too, and was unable to keep his body temperature up properly. He was at a loss of form, it would seem.

Salvation looked down at his smaller, more pathetic twin. Smirking, he reached out and grabbed him, running his clawed hands through his hair.

"Awww, are you worried for me?" Sal hissed, pulling the younger twin closer to him. "Seems you should learn to be more afraid for yourself." He hissed. "I'll deal to the King later, but I have a reason to be enraged for the moment." He insisted.

Salvation laughed and lifted his twin up, and threw him over his shoulder. Not even caring that the King had called for him, he took the boy into their room, and simply locked the doors. He set him, who was now temporarily a 'her' due to Chris's strange curse, on the bed and smirked, looking at the other before him.

"I'm not afraid of him the same way you all are." Salvation hissed, flicking his tongue through his teeth. "Besides, he's in trouble, but we'll discuss that later."

Melvin growled and clenched his fists. If anyone was going to beat Sal, it was going to be him, but for now he was blind, and he was rather sure that Salvation was aware of it. Sighing, he sat back down on the Throne, and looked up to see two of the Kingdom Godz standing before him. RA, and his personal Goddess, Blu.

"I am fine you two, stop worrying. I'm just, ugh, sick of his shit some eons...." The King de-shifted from his Higher Formation, and his more Original Self was seen. "Whatever, what have you two been up to? Blu you need sleep, from the looks of it. RA you just look bored as fuck."

The King scratched his head, the hair reacting to the touching and glowing blue. His shooting hair was covered in mysterious bluish follicles that glowed and pulsed with rage as he felt it. But at times, it was seen as mysterious or even beautiful. And it matched his blue eyes. The King's tail flopped over his lap, the fin tightly to the side of it as he allowed it to go over the arm of the Throne. He shook his head, and growled as the other two talked a bit.

"Bored is an understatement, been flying around your kingdom for an eon or two and decided to see how the Tyrant and his companions were. Been a while since I've spoke to anyone, really." she said looking from him then behind her to Blu.

Her eyes moved back to the Tyrant and let out a little sigh. "You are well then?"

Sleep sounds like a brilliant idea. Excuse me while I just pass the fuck out for a few goddamned eons. Blu thought sarcastically. She huffed and laid down, a thunderous slam echoing throughout the ground as she did so.

Blu looked over to her sis as she laid her head down on the flooring, and flattened her ears lazily. Perhaps you should come with me sometime. Stop flying in circles and help me kill shit. I don't know. Not easy but I mean, gets the blood flowing. She snorted and laid her tail down, most of her massive body behind the King's Throne. Her wings closed around her and the Ring died with the last of her power for the moment, allowing her to relax.

Chris sat on the bed nervously, playing with the thin white dress he wore whenever he was forced to loose his form and turn female for other purposes. With a sigh he whispered something to his older brother, in a fearful voice, that spilled a strange language that no one aside from Salvation and he, understood.

The Angel had no idea what Melvin had done to get himself into trouble again, but judging by how angered his older brother was, he figured that it was something major like tipping the Balance or not checking in. Something like that. He pulled his long silvery hair over his shoulders, and attempted to cover his chest. It would have appeared that all of Melvin's mates were off doing their own things, much as they had for eons.

The small boy got bored to easily with just standing there, he pushed off the wall and began walking in the direction of the room with his king inside. He wasn't exactly going there, with the possibility of him getting distracted and going into a room that he hasn't explored yet. But for now he just went down the hall, saying fuck it, and skipped. Because he wanted to. His wings fluttered, as he went, a few feathers dropping and sticking to the sides of the hallway as he went.

Perhaps he would go see the king, maybe talk to one if the others. But that of course would involve him being social.