Recruitment #1: The Elite's Destroyer || Private

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester's pelt was burning. It had been for moons now. After his fur had darkened, after his body had hardened, his claws sharpening and elongating, after he swore his vengeance on the tribe... that's when it started. His body was itching for a fight. Every time he killed, every time he sliced his claw through a warm piece of flesh and felt the spray of blood against his pelt, the burning lessened.


    That was why the tiger had been through the mountains. He had spread his ideas, his motivation, to the groups that were scattered around. They knew of him and most of them worshiped him. But they weren't fighters. He needed a fighter. He needed a trained and strategic orientated creature that knew how to conquer. The answer was so simple.


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    The stone under his paws vanished and soon the small flickerings of blue and red light exploded around him. Trees rose from around him, the sun vanished from the sky, the world dropped into darkness. There was only one place to find the evil he wanted. The Dark Forest.

    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8]And evil did lurk in that forest. Evil from clans that had fallen from the stars or lost there way. The murders, rapists, and dark hearts of life were doomed for this place. Ecclesia would have been no exception, but she discarded her other eight lives for another chance for power. The only problem was that Capone had once again intervened. Damn that old goat.


    She had worked so hard to gain ThunderClan and WindClan as allies. Not only that, but she had started the Enigma in order to take back her kingdom. Why had it all been wasted?


    Well something disbanded the Elite, alright. The half-Daemon didn't know who or what mysterious force could accomplish such a feat, but she would go ahead and take the glory and credit seeing as it had been unclaimed for so long. But right now, Ecclesia was missing a kingdom to rule. Sure, she had broken off a ninth of her life to be 'absorbed' by Cierva, the BreezeClan leader. That was a start, as that piece was slowly driving the mafia boss mad by her own desires. That was a project she had yet to finish, but it wasn't enough.


    It was funny, really. She was a merged soul. She was both Ecclesia Morgan, the infamous daughter of Avrigon and Caelum, and Invidia, the hungry Daemon of Envy. During a stubborn possession, the two souls had merged into one: Ecclesia Invidium. And her form was grotesque, so to say. Invidia had taken the form of a silver fox, while Ecclesia Morgan had been a silver chocolate tabby who was barely out of kithood. When the two merged, the body had stayed the same but the spirit appeared to be a mix between the two. One could say it was devilishly cute, but another might claim it to be a disgusting insult of nature. Both were true.


    Oddly enough, the former Daemon of Envy was now greedy enough to want another kingdom, in a way. Or maybe she was still jealous of Alphonse Capone. They went hand in hand. She had yet to reign during a golden age of a powerful empire or group. Now Ecclesia was at her quest again. In the Dark Forest, the ever-shifting feline/canine monster quietly slipped between the trees, searching for a worthy soul to ally with her.


    OOC: Want some info on the Enigma? C: It was a simple organization that Jes and Ecc might consider revamping.

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    The forest was, as was expected, dark. Naturally dark for the Dark Forest, but it was still quite a shock to the newcomer. It was only Jester's second time here. The first had been a test, just to see what defenses had been in place to enter this devilish place. There were surprisingly little. Seeing as how it was a place for murders and only the worst of the worst they needed little protection. You went in at your own risk.


    Seeing as Jester was soulless, however, it was incredibly easy for him to fit in. His dark faded pelt, dead eyes and nasty personality got him in good with some of the worst of the bunch. He had even found a potential candidate for recruitment.

    Halfyear had told him Ecclesia was always around, even if her soul had been absorbed. "ECCLESIA!" He yowled. If he came into danger, it wouldn't matter. A quick spurt of power and his mind would rocket back to his body. Although, that was sure to cause damage to himself. He had learned you were supposed to ease your way in and out of different realms, but if he ended up bringing another demon back with him... who cares? More the merrier.

    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]A voice was calling her name. It had been so long since anyone had addressed her.... perhaps she had nearly forgotten it. It was so unexpected, and from the voice of something that was definitely large. Pricking her fox-and-cat-like ears, Ecclesia moved silently towards the sound. Hidden in the darkness, the former Elite leader climbed a slippery black tree. Well above the tiger and in the trees, the half-Daemon decided to try something different. Why present her demonic and monstrous form to someone who was in need of her help? No, it wasn't that easy. When one came to the Dark Forest, they couldn't just expect to find her right off the bat and carry a light conversation.


    Aiming her telepathy towards the tiger's spirit on the mucky ground, the monster remained scentless, sightless, and soundless. "What are you doing here?" her higher-pitched and normally formal voice hissed.


    OOC: omg ikr? 8D

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester flinched. He couldn't help it. When a voice speaks out into your mind from somewhere in the Dark Forest you can't help but flinch. "I am here for your help on the domination and the eminent destruction of the world and it's clans." Getting straight to the point was much better than skirting around the subject. It left him with no room for error. She would either take it or leave it and there wouldn't be any risk of a slip of the tongue. If he had one afterwards? Who cares, she knew what he was up to and would most likely continue with him.


    "I have a feeling you wish to achieve a similar goal?"

    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Hmm..." the voice said thoughtfully. The spirit's voice was a small mix of Invidia's darker and more mature tones along with Ecclesia's higher pitched and younger one. Indeed the tiger's goal seemed far-fetched and ambitious, and perhaps impossible but possible. But was he really serious? There were many, many ambitious characters around. What separated this feline from anyone else? What made him worth her time?


    She did indeed have a similar goal, but was he really ambitious and worthy enough to have the former Elite leader's help. "Tell me why I should help you," Ecclesia telepathically hissed. "What makes you of any worth in my goals?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]The voice that followed seemed to be two voices intertwined but separated at the same time. Deep and high pitched voices mingling together. It was odd and left a small chill down the tiger's spine.


    "You judged me the minute I called out your name. I'm fairly certain you have already decided; you just want to see more of who I am." The tiger said, a hint of disgust in his voice. He would have preferred a quick answer. Oh well.


    "Why should you help me? Hm, simple. I am Jester of the Tribe of Many Storms. I am the Demon, the Devil, The Soulless. I was trained by a god, and after that god stole away with my soul, I kept it's power. I can manipulate the real world as you can manipulate this world. I am your ticket to the physical world and unless you want to be stuck here I would suggest taking my help."

    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]He had attitude, spunk, and determination-- she liked that. Not only that, she liked titles. She had quite a few of them herself: the Venus Flytrap, the Daemon of Envy, the Monster, and plenty of others. She herself was a devil, so the tiger must not be too different from her.


    Ecclesia wasn't bound to the Dark Forest. No, she could travel to any plane or world she wanted whether it was spiritual, physical, or mental. But this guy could be a useful pawn, or recruits. The monster considered everyone a pawn, whether they were against her or not. She gave up on having friends long ago. There was no such thing as loyalty in any of the realms, but maybe she could change that. Dropping off of the high branch and landing on all fours in ghostly silence behind the large feline, the cat-fox-monster gave a large, deceitful grin. "What's your name, stranger?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester had noticed the first time he had been here on a scooping mission, that the sound here was all but not. It was silent. Deathly silent, no pun intended. Not to mention spirit movement was quiet in itself. So, the sound of the voice behind him caused a big enough start to have the tiger's fur stand on end in an appearance of a prickly porcupine.


    He didn't turn. Rather, he walked a few paces forward to calm his prickly fur and then rather stretched down onto the ground, his body splaying into an eclipse so he was somewhat facing her, or rather, it. "I do believe I told you my name was Jester. Now do you wish to discuss this or would you rather play games for the rest of eternity. I have other people I must visit."

    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8]wHY DIDN'T I SEE THAT DAMMIT. I can't read. ;-; Uh... yeah.


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    "Discuss it? Of course. I am dying to know what you have in mind. You came to me for help, but surely you're not going to leave me to do all the planning?" Ecclesia said with a wide grin. She could plan and plot, but it was much more interesting to be intrigued by the vile ideas of someone else who had lost a high station. Of course, Jester knew nothing about what it was like to lose a throne, but he was closer to understanding than anyone else. Then again, the last thing she wanted was to be understood or pitied. She wanted to be worshiped for having lost her hold of social and political power. This would be one of the many things that would be changed in the future, thus Ecclesia mentally added it to the list.


    // very rushed

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]//sorry I"M BACK NOW! And what ever happened to the other thread of ours with tsubomi and jester?


    Jester rolled his eyes. Working with a devil would be interesting to say the least. "I am here only for recruitment. I am forming an army. That is my plan. That is my plot. My goal is to rip the throne from my "home" and then throw our combined armies at the rest of the world."

    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]// I lost it. *fail* And take as much time as you need.<3 I'm patient.


    Only here for recruitment? Ha. That made her laugh inwardly, and the monster couldn't help but give a small giggle. He needed to face it-- he came to her for help. He somehow made it clear he could not succeed without 'help'. Then again, no one could. But she wasn't about to be used as a pawn or playing piece in the game. No, Ecclesia was going to set the rules, pieces, and conditions for the game, as well as control them from both sides, if she could on that latter part.


    "I see," Ecclesia replied, still smiling. "And you want me to gather 'my army', and help you to dominate and destroy the clans and world? I like it, and I assume I'll take a spot right beside you as an equal 'destroyer', or 'conqueror'?"

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    Jester just blinked in response to her giggle. He knew what he was here for, he wasn't attempting any ploys, he didn't need to when he knew the thing he was talking to had similar goals as him. But when she started speaking the tiger snorted loudly, his breath misting. "Army, Pft. You have you and that's it. And a spot beside me as an equal? Perhaps. Depends on your definition of equal. You get one side of the world I'll take the other. We conquer together, we rule separate."