Ryoma Sakamoto
You would expect a dark dingy cell in a haunted castle to be an uncomfortable place that kept its occupant on edge. Normally you would be right.
Ryoma wasn't what you could call a normal person
Instead, he lounged in the crappy bed like he owned the place, listening to the bells. He had to save his strength for later. For Ode Lou…
How did things get so twisted? Sure, they were in the Outlands and had to deal with a lack of resources and contact with the outside world. The City was a distant blip to them, but they lived as best they could guided by the knowledge of their ancestors from Japan.
Perhaps that's where it started though. There were arguments and debates over which time, which form, and what structure they should take. Arguments turned to violence.
Eventually, it led to this, a structure similar to the late Edo period. Shogun and Daimyo enforced their rule through soldiers and violence. Distance maintained from all other nations under the belief it was safer for them. Isolationism.
Ryoma thought that was stupid. You were supposed to learn from the past, take lessons, and better yourself with the knowledge gained. Instead, they were using an old outdated system that their forefathers cooked up.
Of course, speaking out against them was a wee bit dangerous. Which landed him here. Ironically a position similar to his namesake during the Bakumatsu period.
Now that was one piece of heritage he was willing to keep.
He perked up as he heard the door to the jail open. Either the guards were bringing him a new cellmate, or his shinobi rescuer had arrived. He was hoping for someone to spring him before midnight, otherwise he'd have to break out himself.
He didn't expect to see the guards dragging a little girl into the jail.
"Let go!" The girl thrashed in the guard's grip, the oversized bracelets she wore jungling as she struggled. Before she could break the guard's grip they tossed her into a nearby cell and shut the door.
"Be thankful that we're feeling merciful girl. Lord Oude wouldn't mind a bit if we spilled your guts out!" Despite his bold words, the guard's hands were slack and away from his weapon. No way he would follow through.
The girl stood up and dusted herself off. Her clothes were definitely foreign, a flowing green shirt, blue skirt, black leggings, and leather boots that made him assume she was dressed for travel. Not from here.
If the girl was worried about the threat she didn't show it. The guards locked the door and then left.
Ryoma waited until the guards were gone before speaking. "Ode Iou sure knows how to treat guests doesn't he?"
"He certainly does…" The girl looked at him suspiciously, fiddling with the bracelets around her wrist.
"No need to glare at me so harshly. We're in the same boat, prisoners of a cruel man poised to take over the region." Despite the grim subject matter, Ryoma kept his tone light. No need to be all doom and gloom right now.
"Would it ease your concerns if I introduced myself? My name is Ryoma Sakamoto." Ryoma bowed politely, though the effect was ruined slightly by the metal prison door in front of him.
She seemed to consider his greeting before relaxing slightly. "That's a very strange name… You'll have to forgive my caution. My name is Carrie Fernandez."
"From my perspective, your name is the strange one." Ryoma shot back. "You're not from around here are you?"
"I'm not," Carrie confirmed, crossing her arms. "I've heard rumors about this castle. That creatures of darkness haunt it, at the behest of an evil man. Are these rumors true?"
Ryoma paused for a moment. He knew the rumors, and now that he'd been in the castle long enough he knew the truth.
"Well… Yes." Ryoma sobered a little. "That about sums it up. I'm not a big believer in the supernatural but… I can think of no other way to explain Ode Iou's rise. The guards speak of spirits that walk the hall, and demons held in check at certain parts of the castle."
"I see." The Carrie closed her eyes, seemingly deep in thought. They both solemnly considered the implications.
Before either of them could speak again, a bell rang. "That would indicate… 11:00 I believe. One hour until midnight."
"Midnight… The foulest of rituals are often performed at midnight." Carrie sounded oddly sagelike for such a young girl. Something that made Ryoma quirk an eyebrow.
"Well, nothing we can do about it stuck in this cell." Ryoma resumed lounging. He planned on waiting a bit longer. The puppeteer didn't know that Ryoma was armed. When he came back around, an ambush should be easy enough…
"True. Which is why I'll be leaving." Carrie said it as if the cell door in front of her was a minor inconvenience instead of an impassable barrier.
She cast a massive ball of light from her hand, destroying the metal door in a single shot.
Ryoma gaped like a fish as the tiny slip of a girl walked over the shattered remains of the door. "You let them capture you, didn't you? If you wanted you could have blown those guards away."
"Indeed. But those were just men, not monsters. No reason to deny them a chance to repent." Carrie walked closer to Ryoma's cell. "You seem like a decent sort, and I take it you have a similar goal to me. Stand back and I'll open the door for you."
Ryoma's mind was moving too slowly, he was still shocked at the casual display of magical strength the girl showed. He acted a moment too soon. "Wait!"
Carrie stepped on the trapdoor in front of his cell, letting out a scream of surprise as she plummeted dozens of feet to the pit dug under the castle.
He ran his hand through his hair, trying to think about what to do. He was planning to wait and break out on his own unless a shinobi came to save him in which case he would follow their lead. The girl wasn't a shinobi and wasn't here for him, but they shared the same goal of taking down Ode Lou…
Making up his mind, Ryoma retrieved his hidden pistol from its hiding place and shot the lock on the prison door. He stepped onto the trapdoor, and let himself fall into the pit.
Carrie Fernandez
Carrie groaned, pushing herself to her feet and dusting herself off. She was standing in what could only charitably be described as a graveyard. Bones and glowing whisps were floating around her. Spirits perhaps?
It was dark and gloomy, the ceiling of the graveyard being the same floor that she walked across to get to the prison. Now that she was below the floor she could see the mechanism that dropped her, but from above the floor, there was nothing to reveal its presence.
A moment later the man from before dropped down beside her, a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. "Sorry about that. The people here were a bit paranoid about me getting out."
Carrie shook her head, fighting down annoyance. "It's my fault for rushing ahead. At the very least this makes me think my suspicions are correct. There's evil magic here."
As if summoned by her words, a chuckle rolled over the room. Ryoma quickly lowered a hand to his waist while Carrie once again put a hand on her bracelet.
A strange chant echoed as from the darkness rose a man adorned with blue flames. Long flowing blonde hair and a pretty boy face that clashed with the cruel smirk adorning his features. "Where do you think you're going? I'm afraid I'll have to hold you here until Master has time to deal with you."
"So, you're one of his servants then?" Carrie asked, a steely expression on her face.
The man chuckled and spread his arms. "One of his greatest and most loyal. His right-hand man you might say. I am Amakusa Shiro Tokisada"
"Really?" Carrie looked him up and down. He was capable of some magic, but she wasn't particularly impressed. "Well tell your master that we have some unfinished business."
"Hah! Do you think my master cares a whit about some little girl? You're nothing to him and you're nothing to me."
"Nothing? I defeated Dracula before and I'll defeat Dracula again!" Carrie declared.
"...Dracula?" Ryoma asked. "The owner of this castle is Ode Iou."
"It's probably just an alias. Dracula has been known to use them before."
"I hate to break it to you little girl, but the Ronin over there is right. Ode Iou is my master, the one who summoned me. I've never heard of this Dracula fellow." Amakusa said.
"What? B-but. He's Dracula! Dark Lord, Vampire King, the greatest Dark Sorcerer of all time! Who else could create a cursed castle like this?" Carrie asked.
Ganon, The Dragonlord, Odio, Dark Matter, Myria, Deathevan, Ashtar, and a few dozen other evil entities all felt as if someone were talking about them.
They should probably kill that person.
Ryoma and Amakusa both burst out laughing
"Whatever! One Dark Lord is just as bad as another. It doesn't matter if it's Dracula or not!" Carrie charged an energy ball in her hand.
"Hate to disappoint you girl, but I'm immortal! You can't kill me!" To demonstrate Amakusa opened his arms wide, revealing his exposed chest (what was it with these weird chest-baring clothes everyone wore?)
Carrie chucked the energy ball at him. The instant it made contact he shouted and disappeared, seeming destroyed by the blast.
A sigil appeared where he was standing, and all the blue flames in the room converged on it. Once all of them gathered there was a flash, and he was standing there. Completely unharmed.
"As you can see I wasn't bluffing. You're stuck here forever!" Amakusa laughed, running a hand through his immaculately groomed hair "Or at least until the master comes to finish the job."
"Really? Because it looked to me like your 'immortality' is dependant on these souls." Carrie hurled another energy ball at one of the blue flames around the room, extinguishing it.
Ryoma slashed one of them with a sword. Also extinguishing it. The two of them locked eyes and nodded.
"Wait, wait! Those are real souls you're destroying there!" Amakusa protested as the two of them destroyed soul after soul. After a short minute, the room was devoid of blue flames.
"Y-you cannot defeat me! I am immortal!" Amakusa protested. "Cease! Repent!"
"I think you're the one who needs to repent." Carrie pulled out a small flask from her pocket and threw it at the man. The glass hit the ground beneath his feet and shattered.
Holy Water.
This time Amakusa screamed as the holy water consumed him, rapidly burning his false flesh. "YoU! I'lL KiLL YoU!"
The demon made it a mere two steps before Ryoma cut him in half with a single slash of his sword. As he disappeared, the magic circle flickered before vanishing as well.
Carrie slowly let out a sigh. "I can't believe I came here chasing Dracula… and there's just another unrelated threat here instead."
"Are you going to back out? Now that you know your quarry isn't here I mean." Ryoma asked.
"... No. I meant what I said earlier. Ode Iou is consorting with demons, he needs to be put down."
Ryoma laughed, a deep full belly laugh that echoed throughout the entire chamber. "Sorry! It's just funny to hear that coming from a kid like you. Well said! Let's mosey then Fernandez."
"You can't just invite yourself along!" Carrie protested.
"Why not? I know the passwords, I know the layout, and I know where the trapmaker is. Without me, you'll get lost, or get caught by all the traps around the castle. Seems like letting me tag along is your best bet."
"Fine! But you better not slow me down!" Carrie huffs as Ryoma chuckles again. She can't help but find herself wondering if Reinhardt is having better luck