User blog comment:Prof. Draco/RP/ Cursed be he.../@comment-1674153-20130629061405

(Sigh...I hate myself for making you wait. Let's wrap this up, shall we?)

"Why is it that every Warehouse Agent ends up either Dead..."

As Felix took the ball from Aden, an ominous creaking sound began to grow in volume overhead. Glancing up, Felix quickly grabbed Sandy's weak body and teleported out of there. Aden, for his part, used his spacial abilities to blip out of the increasing dangerous room - all of them narrowly avoiding the make-shift ceiling of shelves caving in on the space.

Sandy and Felix were in the main office, where the noxious air was less present due to it's positioning - however, the fuses had blown, and the entire room was black.

A large burst of electricity burst from the circuit board nearby, sending both agents sprawling to the ground. Felix pushed himself up after a moment and cursed - the Pokeball had flown out of his hand in the fall and was no where to be seen.

Felix swore again at the situation, but helped Sandy up. The circuit board began to fizzle, and the older agent hurridly moved the pair out of the way of the electricity.

Realizing that he would have to get Sandy out of the office as soon as possible, Felix began to carry Sandy towards the door panel. However, to Felix's horror - Sandy was still a little lucid - the electricity had also fried the electronic lock on the door, only opening it a few inches and setting it stiff. Felix tried to pry the door open, but the poison was prying away at his body's strength, and the door wouldn't budge. After a moment he gave up, smart enough to realize it wasn't getting him anywhere.

They both leaned against the door, exhausted and unsure what to do - the notebook seemed impossibly fair away. Sandy tilted his head onto Felix's shoulder, and laid his hand on top of Felix's.

"...Evil..."

Marie had become unresponsive after she had spoke, so Juan had had to start dragging her towards the exit. He had entertained the thought of leaving her to be consumed by her own ambition, but nonetheless brought her along as he fled the imploding Warehouse.

They had just managed to dodge the flying knives of the Braun couple when Marie spoke again. The shelves were shaking around them, and Juan tried to pull her along, but Marie stood surprisingly still.

"Once Upon a Time..."

The shell began to sink in the goo.

"There was man in a mask..."

The Anubis Mask was lying in a pile of artifacts, the empty eyes watching the Warehouse crumble.

"And a woman in a cloak..."

Across the way from Sandy and Felix in the desk drawer, Lord Byron's cape, neatly folded, rested.

"The man and woman were seperated..."

Half a world away in Portugal, the tombs of Ines and Pedro had been cleaned, with no discernable trace of the violence that had occured a little over a day earlier. The carved effigies across the room from each other no longer looked troubled.

"Though the woman was happy to be free, she found herself more trapped than ever before..."

Across the Warehouse, Rapunzel's tower still stood, and despite the destruction below, the room at the top hadn't moved in the slightest - the throne of Constance de Castile stood upright at the center, it's velvet fabric still showing signs of tearshed.

"And time was running out..."

Aden, who was standing next to Azletar on the Warehouse floor, was surrounded by crashing, booming, and screeching. But he could still her the faint, faint ticking of the miniature clock in his pocket.

"So she took matters into her own hands..."

As Blaine ran out of the gooery, his foot slipped on something, and he crashed to the floor. Pain shot through his knee, and for the moment he forgot about the glass vial that he had stepped on, one whose label read in a loopy script Iocaine.

"In order to reclaim her heart."

The glow that the scarlet cape had possessed when around Marie was starting to fade, sprawled across the backseat of the Impala that Juan and Marie had left behind as he led her out of the Warehouse.

Marie also began to lose her glow - already her body had begun to age, so she no longer looked as youthful as before. Her skin lost it's porcelain tone, her hair began to have strands of gray.

But when she looked at Juan at that moment, she had the most peaceful look in her eyes. Her plan had failed. She was doomed to die. But Marie Guichon smiled at the young man contently.

But as Juan looked closer, he realized she wasn't looking at him, but behind him. And he heard the distinct sound of creaking weight. On reflex, he dodged to the left.

He narrowly avoided the large shelf that crashed behind him, completely forgetting about his prisoner.

The time mage looked behind him in shock, expecting to see the crushed body of Marie. But whatever scene could have laid there, it was hidden from view by the rubble of the shelf and it's contents.

"...Or Crazy?"

Ocean water burst from the shell, sending foam and currents into the toxic goo. If anyone could have been in the gooery at the moment, they would have seen an almost alka-seltzer effect taking place in the pipes as the foam hunted down and neutralized all the poison in the system.