The Descendants; The Return of the Unnamed

Until the Dead Men are recovered

Azealia Raven strutted confidently through the dungeons as if she was meant to be there, hopefully that would deter any passers-by from asking questions or thinking anything was out of the ordinary. She held her chin high, back straight, steely eyes gleaming in the medieval torch light flickering off stone walls. She reached her destination and stood at the entrance to the bars, waiting for the prisoner being held inside to notice and acknowledge her appearance.

"What do you want?" the gravelly old voice barked.

"I'd have thought you'd be happier to have a visitor. From what I understand, you've been here companionless for days. A rather long time compared to some of the others. Of course, you're not like the others, are you?" she smirked slightly.

"They knew it would take much more to break me, if I ever would - which I won't, so don't bother - so they decided I'd have the honour of being one of the first pulled out of my supposed misery. But I was quite happy there, let me tell you." The voice replied.

"I'm not here for that. Unlike the rare few others who've been sent down to torture you into joining their cause, I have different methods and different motivations." She stated, waiting for his curiosity to draw him in.

"If you're here to say something, say it. And hurry it up, will you? I have a blank wall to stare at." He grumbled.

"I'm not like the others you've seen in this place." She began and stepped into the light. "I told you that when I brought you here. I said I'd come back from you. And here I am. Are you ready to listen now?"

He neared the bars, recognition flashing in his aged - but not weary in any sense - eyes. "If you're ready to talk, I'm all ears."

"I hoped you'd say that. You are an instrumental piece to my plan." She smiled.

"A plan." He scoffed. "Now that is where you and her are different. She'd never have a proper plan, just jump right in with knees and elbows."

"So you did notice then?" she smiled slightly as a pain jabbed her chest.

"I noticed from the moment I saw you. You don't fix someone up that often and not get to know them enough to realise." The old man grunted. "What's your plan?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Azealia took another step closer and slipped him a note and a lighter. "Destroy it once you've read it. Those are your instructions, read them carefully."

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"How is everything going? I need updates and I need them now." Grand Mage China Sorrows spoke strongly and emotionless as she sat herself at the meeting table. Elder Ophelia Wisp and Elder Aria Shade were seated by her side. "And get that Unicorn plushie out of my line of sight, its very distracting."

"Grand Mage Sorrows, I have the list of mages for you and we're ready to begin accelerating and building our first line of defense behind the wall for when the barrier is broken." Aria Shade reported.

"Good. Now can either of you explain to me what this other weapon does and what the possible purpose for it may have been?" she gestured towards the other respectable looking gun on the table beside the ridiculous mass murder weapon that was a plushie in disguise. Rather like Viviana Vixen, if China thought about it.

Ophelia Wisp stood and took the weapon into her hands, light shining off the black crystal in its power cartridge. "It absorbs the magic or sorcerers, whether they're dead or alive. We're assuming it was made to be used against Alice Edgley, should she have refused to co-operate with them. They needed her magic to release the Unnamed from his coma induced state." She explained her thought process.

"Of course, they didn't end up needing the gun, did they," China said bitterly. Ophelia remained morose.

"I want our best shooter on that wall with that weapon, absorbing power from the enemies and dispelling it in the creatures that Donegan Bane and Gracious O'Callahan are recruiting." The Grand Mage ordered.

"Who is our best shooter now that most of the remaining Dead Men are...well, dead?" Aria frowned.

China opened her mouth but found that no sound came out as the realization of her statement set in. She stood up and smoothed her skirt out, composing herself. "Donegan Bane and Gracious O'Callahan are our best shots until the Dead Men are recovered." She stated firmly and with that, she left. 

Aria Shade sighed and rubbed her temples. "It's one of those days when even my coffee needs a coffee."