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The wind howled and pounded as the thief was took from her dungeon chambers. The person who held her in place had an iron grip and didn't slow down for her pace. Her shackles and chains slowed her down, but also changed against the stone and rubbed her skin raw. Her wings were clamped shut with chains and her arms and legs were so close together it was hard to walk or move at all. The Theif hissed as a huge stadium came in view and she could hear roars of joy and excitement in the huge walls of it. The immediately wanted to run back. Her eyes whizzed towards the man who held her and she sent him a pricing gaze as they entered the stadium. She winced as it got louder and her eyes widened as she saw people on podiums, and then she saw a empty one left, which she supposed was for her. She was correct. The man who held the Theif brought her up to the podium and placed her on it and stood beside her So if she decided to run he could catch her. The crowd silenced. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around at the place she was at, but a loud old and fragile voice snapped her thoughts and slammed the double wide doors to her mind. "Hello! I'm glad all of you have came!" A old woman smiled and used magic to speak loud. Lair..The Theif hissed as she looked at the old hag, her eyes and the way she moved. She didn't seem pleased and the fallen Angel didn't even know why.

"You sure this is fast?" Platinum said as he looked at the bow. "Fastest one there is..." the seller said. He needed a fast bow for his daily routines. "Sure, I'll take it." He took the bow and put a hundred gold pieces down. No need for that pocket change, and if he needed it, he could've gotten more. The seller looked at the gold with awe. "Keep the change," Platinum said as he walked outside. He put the bow away and sighed. "Not as fast as my Shadow Rifle..." he mumbled to himself. Ever since he became a universe traveler like his parents, he had to make sure he was accustomed to every universe. He seemed to like this one though, the lack of technology, no rules, being able to do as he pleased. "Hey, look," someone said behind him. He turned around. "It's a little pipsqueak. An ugly one too, ehh?" Platinum sighed. "I'm a hedgehog. Deal with it." The man laughed. "Oh, your a hedgehog? You don't look like one to me. You look like a friggin hog that came from the wild. Worse than poor. You're trash." Platinum got out his bow. "Oh, look. The little hog brings out his flimsy weapon. Oh, I'm scared." Platinum took an arrow and shot it at the man's eye. "Pathetic human," he said as he walked away.

Zane had been standing there smiling like a madman although he wasn’t a man at all he himself was a fallen angel and his escort was getting nervous just looking at zane. The escort was preparing himself for the worst holding a knife to Zane’s throat to keep Zane from making any sudden moves. “I only wanted a book that’s all.” Zane says in a drawl with a accent that sounded Germanic. Zane had unfurled his wings readying himself to take flight until he noticed another fallen angel enter the stadium and walk onto the podium. Zane tried looking over to her and instantly wanted to go over to her but couldn’t do to the buffoon holding the knife to his throat. ‘Well I’m not the only angel here heck she’s the thief I’ve heard so much about before I was brought here from my cell in the dungeons earlier on in the morning.’ Zane thought to himself and instantly he made a mental note to get on her good side. ‘I think it’s time to play a little trick on these folk.’ Zane started laughing maniacally as he saw the man that escorted him shrink back. Zane had been manacled to the podium but they had released his wings so that he could stretch them.

"I'll be fine, Papa." Dove reassures her father, who, was crying hysterically. He couldn't lose Dove too. He had lost his wife a few years back. She wraps his hand in her's. Her father grabs something out of his pocket. It was a small gold necklace. "It was your mother's." He whispers to her, as he puts it around her neck. Dove's eyes begin to water. She hugs her father, before being pulled away by a guard. She fought against him. He was too strong. Her head drooped. They lead her out to a podium. She stepped onto it, and they quickly chained her to it. "Great." She mumbles. She was the 4th one here, all the others were just as anxious as she was. She raised her shackled hand to her necklace, and squeezed it. It left imprints in her hand. They faded away.

Platinum looked at the others heading to the stadium. "What's all of the commotion?" he asked. He headed towards the arena. He saw a few... Bird people? He looked a bit more from up above. It looked like they were heading off to fight. "Ew, such a rude accustom." He turned around and saw a couple of people in executioner clothes. "Well, hey there, want to watch the view?" They grabbed a bat and he was suddenly knocked out.

The old hag walked up to the fallen Angel and hissed in her face, "Now, tell us, Fallen Angel, how did you lose the sight of God?" Everyone silenced and the Theif just smirked and bent her head down and her eyes now flowed a red of death. "How about you ask how I'm going to kill you instead?" The words sent shivers down that would woman's spine as she could tell and the chains around the fallen Angel seemed to splinter and crack at the immortal straight in her. "Next time..." The Theif paused and grinned, "Dont ask when you know you might get killed for it."

He woke up in a cell, laying face-down. His weapons were gone, his gloves and shoes are gone... The only thing that was left was a picture in front of him. He grabbed it and sat up. It was the picture that his friends gave to him back in "his" universe. Sonic, Shadow, Amy, Knuckles, and Tails... And his parents. Or, really, they were his creators. Silver the Hedgehog and Lillie Makara. He held it close to him. "Oh great Sons of Heephis," he murmured to himself. He went up to the bars and looked around. "Hey, is anyone there?" he asked. "Quiet you!" he heard next to him. It was some guard. He put his back against the bars and sighed. "I'm stuck here with no way to go home and no weapons. I should really control my anger," he mumbled as he curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

Zane watched the other fallen angel and was already wanting to be her friend due to the way she was acting towards her captors. “I like you already!” Zane says laughing to himself as he watched the events unfold over by the other fallen angel. She had frightened the old hag and he enjoyed watching her strike fear into the hearts of others just like he had done not to long ago as the escort had now run off in fear of Zane as he had started breaking the manacles around his wrists. ‘This will be fun to try to strike them all down before they realize what’s going on but maybe I should free her first.’ Zane thought as his manacles were really close to giving out and freeing myself from the podium he was manacled to. Zane then took flight and an arrow was shot at him from the crowd. Zane was prepared for the arrow and it freed one of his arms due to Zane making the arrow hit one of the chains connecting him to the podium had snapped when the arrow hit it.

The thiefs gaze shot up from the woman to the fallen Angel she didn't notice before now flying up. Her eyes narrowed and the old hag before her hissed and in an instant, a blade rested on her neck as the old hag pushed against the fallen angels neck and warned the male fallen one. "Get down from the ground or this.. mutt.. dies!" The old woman snarled like a ravage beast. The 'mutts' eyes changed to a devilish red and and she stomped her foot the the marble of the podium cracked.

Dove sighs, sitting down. A guard walks up to her, whip in hand. She ignores him. He swings the whip at her, but before it could hit her, her necklace glowed. A melodious tune following. Dove was confused, she looked around for the source. Her lips were moving. It was her. She was the source. The tune stopped, the man was frozen in some sort of daze. She didn't know how he could have possibly heard it with all this yelling, but he did. No one else did. That's good. She'd need time to explore this ability. She observed the necklace, it had returned to its natural state.

Zane hesitated and glided back down to his podium. “Well hag maybe you’d like to come over here and tell me that again?” Zane’s eyes glinted, now looking to try and gaze into the hag’s eyes, to try and inflict fear into her. Zane had no longer been laughing and instead became dead serious about what was going on. ‘I need to invoke my own fear into her to prevent harm to the other fallen angel then don’t I?’ Zane had walked over to his podium now to make the hag feel better about herself with him taking her orders. “When I’m free your dead hag!” Zane yelled at the hag to edge her into looking into his eyes and to meet them to inflict magic upon her gaze if she did so. ‘This is temporary and my lunacy can wait for later.’

More guards came, and took Dove. She let them. What'd she have to fight for? Besides, this was what you'd call an introduction of sorts. They wouldn't start right away. Alarms sounded, and more guards came out restraining the fallen angels once more. She tried to view the scene, but they took her to a separate part of the arena. She looked at them, they were wearing ear plugs. Her voice wasn't powerful enough to penetrate them. For now at least.

The Theif hissed and the chains around her snapped. The cracked and crumbled to the ground and she spread her wings and yawned, showing her jagged teeth. She looked at the girl who was being taken away to another arena and smirked as she looked at the hag. "Now, would you please stop holding question knife to my neck.... I'm growing pissed." Her eyes locked with the old woman's and immediately, the old hag collapsed, unconscious. The Theif looked at the other fallen Angel and her eyes narrowed, "I don't need a hypocrite trying to save me. Your no Angel, forget saving cause it's not in your blood." She took a step of the podium and her eyes searched for the girl who was taken away. Did anyone else hear her voice..?

Blaise was watching all of this unfold from the top of the arena, when suddenly two water wizards spotted him and shot two powerful blasts of water at him. The blasts hit him square in the chest and sent flying straight into the center of the arena he was barely conscious but saw two guards approach him and try to grab him, but as soon as they touchhim they yelp and jump back blowing on their hands, which now looked like they were put into the center of a campfire. That was when Blaise completely lost conscious.

Zane after watching her break free and knock the hag unconscious decided to free himself too now that the other fallen angel was free. It took a matter of seconds to break the other chain just by pulling it out and ended up pulling a little bit of the marble with the chain out of the podium. “Whoops! Oh well they don’t need to worry about it anymore.” Zane says as he flew up into the air looking for the person who had sung earlier. “I heard her voice and no I’m not a hypocrite I just try to help other fallen angels when they are in need.” Zane had started flying further up in the air and another arrow was shot at him and he made it so that the arrow ended up hitting his manacled right hand. The arrow glanced off and weakened the mannacle ever so slightly leaving a small dent in the mettle. ‘Well I’m sorry maybe I should just start killing people then.’ Zane grinned at that thought and instantly dived at the person who had shot the arrow for the second time and picked the person up. The person was screaming and trying to pull a knife out but Zane had a strong grip and caused the person great pain as bones could be heard splintering. “This is for shooting arrows at me!” And with that the person became limp and the screaming instantly stopped. Zane then threw the body at the podium causing more bones to splinter loudly inside the person’s body. “Anyone else dare to shoot more arrows at me!” Zane yelled at the crowd.

"Show off.." the Theif hissed as she watch him dare the crowd. She turned her head to look for the girl kayaking but she spotted a man and a smirk highlighted her face. She flew over to the unconscious man and looked down at him with Piercing eyes. She bended down to his level and shook him slightly, trying to wake the man up. Her eyes narrowed and she heard the crowd scream in fear as the fallen angel dared them again. "I hate demons, angels, or my kind..." She grumbled to herself.

The guards lead her to a lavish room. "Trying to give me some luxury before they send me in for execution." She mumbles, hearing the door lock behind her. A small slot in the door opened. "Choose a dress that'll make you look presentable." A guard orders her. Dove looks onto a bed. Their was a variety of dresses lain atop it. She shrugs them away, and goes to the bathroom to take a shower. Dove makes sure to take the necklace off before she steps in. She had a clue on what she was. And, she didn't want to get that necklace wet. It was the source of her power. As the streams of water hits her hair, Dove imagines what she'd be getting ready for. She steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her. She walks back into the bedroom, and chooses a sky blue dress. She slips it on. It was tight fitting, showing off her slender, yet curvy physique. She applied a light face of makeup, and slipped the necklace around her neck again.

((This is the "dinner" that I was talking about in LFRP))

((Ok! ))

As the Theif shook the man, someone grabbed her from behind with inhuman strength and pulled her back and knocked to her to the ground as she heard her wing snap. She screeched in pain and her vision darkened as she felt a stinging pain in her left wing and now a rib. She knew above her was a guard, a orc guard. Her vision collapsed and she knew she lost consciousness.

The Theif awoke in a room and she was wrapped in bandages and she was covered in slimy blankets and sheets. Her eyes adjusted and she now stared at a ceiling of a pale blue pant decorated with golden paint as if it was weaved in the ceilings with a delicate needle. Her eyes widened and she flung upwards and looked around the room she was in.