"Ahhhh!" The Technomancer crashed against the ground. The first to be picked off by her opponent. She felt the ground. Soft marble flooring underneath her. She slowly pushed off the ground. There was darkness all around her and it didn't seem like she was inside the prison at all anymore. She slowly stood up, having a look around.
"Welcome, ma fleur" The lights all snapped open in the hall, revealing the girl's looks
The girl's brown curly hair blew in the wind that erupted from the sudden lights. The goggles resting on her forehead flew into the air and fell down to rest around her neck. Her neon blue eyes lingered around the room. The brown overalls were still fastly tightened around her shoulder with the white shirt underneath. The few oil stains lingered all over her body. Her boots fastened to her pants. Her satchel blew In the wind and she grasped it to make sure things didn't fall out. The bag on her back was saved from the wind though. The ring on her finger shone slightly with the battery still connected to her socket. The lens was blasted away from her eye, but it was still attached to her earpiece, making it stick to her side. The light bracelet around her right arm shone in the light and the small box pendant was blown in the wind around her neck.
"Damn. What is this wind?" She looked up to see five stained glass windows open up, allowing powerful winds in. The light all directed her attention to a middle platform. On this platform stood a figure, painting on a canvas.
The figure had long pink hair with blond highlights in a big bushy ponytail, going down to the back of his ankle. His skin was fair and his nails were painted green. His left eye was bright pink while the other was covered with a phantom of the opera-like mask, covering his right eye and the upper part of his cheek and ear. Also half the bridge of his nose. He was wearing a poet's shirt. Very extravagant and it was slightly open in the front showing a pale white pristine chest. His pants were jeans and his shoes were sandals.
The figure turned gracefully toward The Technomancer.
"Bonjour, ma fleur, and welcome to my parlor." He walked toward the edge. He was standing on a platform, almost like a marble pillar, having him showcased in stained glass spotlights. He took one step off the edge and the white marble shot out from the pillar, making steps for him.
"My name is Sylvester Artificus Von Strinda, but as you're an invader in my parlor and in my prison. You may know me as The Virtuoso." He said as he came down to her level, walking toward her with spread arms.
"I know all that, yes." She softly moved her hand forward, pointing the ring at him.
"Why so hostile, ma fleur." He grinned warmly and walked toward her. There was a certain elegance over him. She stomped the ground as sparks lighted from the battery in her ring.
"Stay back!" She shouted. He stopped in his tracks, lowering his arms slowly, spinning the paintbrush around in his hand.
"Ah, the ever-vigilant flower. Uniqueness in some form or way." The marble floor under him rose him into the air and slowly moved him back onto the platform.
"I am no fighter, ma fleur. I am a simple artist, drawing what I see." He began to draw on the canvas once more.
"Come down here!" She shouted as she stomped forward.
"Give me your name and we can arrange that." He turned toward her with a side-eye gaze.
"My name is Kali, Kali Captura. I will be the one taking you down for the good of the world!" She shouted.
"Kali. A wonderful name. Oh, what a hideous name for such a pretty flower. It means the black one and black is a color that absorbs all other colors. It would also mean time nor divine mother, but alas you are none of those." He turned toward her and grinned. He slowly walked down toward her again.
"Where am I? This isn't part of the gallery!" She shouted.
"No, it does not be part of the gallery. The moment your alias left...I took the whole north wing into my parlor. You are in my world." He said, stopping as he reached her level again. His sandals were scrapped against the ground.
"There is no one who can hear you around here. There is no one who can feel or communicate with you. The only sole friend you have is me and my angels." He slowly walked toward her.
"You can go fuck yaself. I'm done listening to this nonsense." She moved her ing up.
"Volt charger." Her eyes glowed up as the battery on her finger started to light up and then erupted in a thunderbolt toward him. He looked at it coming toward him, only to slowly grace his hand in front of him, making the walls and floor move up and out to block the attack.
"I did tell you, I'm not a fighter, ma fleur. I am a simple artist-" He slowly lowered his hand as the walls and floor slowly moved back into position.
"And what is an artist without people looking at his art? It would be a waste for you to just do the final now. I have prepared for this for so long. Finally, someone of true beauty to have a look at my art." He spread out his arms.
"You are insane." She said.
"Yes, and you are trapped. So tell you what. If you can reach me...I will let you kill me. One single touch and this will be over." He turned around to walk toward his pedestal. Kali's eyes narrowed as her boots began to glow. Small pieces of lined-up metal inside the boots began to vibrate and she shot forward at super speed, reaching her hand out. This might have taken one second to happen. She was a few centimeters away from touching him.
"Have a nice day, ma fleur." He said as the ground opened up beneath in a split second and a marble hand grabbed her and dragged her down into the dark.
