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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Crest Is Dead ((For Now)) on February 10, 2016, 08:34:56 PM
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Something like this may hay have been done before but I haven't seen anything like it which is active so I've decided to try my hand and all. The premise is that Demons and Angels have had enouhg so, using earth as there battleground, have decide to have a final war. This of cause puts normal furs like yourself at danger. This is why the mortals have started a rebellion against demons and Angels using the strongest weapon they know. Hope. You can be a Angel, Demon or Human. There are three leaders of each faction which are all up for grabs. You can have three characters but only control one leader. Demons and Angels can have magic but humans can not.
I know I say humans but I obviously mean furs.
Rules:
Romance is aloud but nothing extreme.
No God modding
No deaths without my authorization
Character sheet:
Name:
Gender:
Species:
Faction:
Clothing:
Weapons and equipment:
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ):
Demon Leader: Lovien
Mortal Leader: Available
Angel Leader: Available
Reaper: Red Locus
Fallen God: God one: Zaida God two: Cifero
Mercenary: none left.
Mercenary list: Alka , Kro (note Kro is a demon mercenary, he is a exception to the mortal mercenary rule) and someone else! I completely fogort. Sorry guy! Tell me who you are please.
P.S. the demons aren't evil per say but aggressive. They can be evil but so can angels. Note that there may be more factions available at one point.
If I'm gone and you have an important question please ask Zaida or someone else I you need a quick reply.
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(This was done before but died I'll post a sheet~)
Name: Zaida
Gender: Female
Species: Vexū (closed species)
Faction: Neither
Clothing: Bandage like cloth covering her breasts and lower area. Armor she'll wear something like so http://idrawgirls.com/tutorials/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/dark-warrior-character-concept-art.jpg Normal clothes to fit in the human realm is dark jeans with black high tops, grey sleeveless shirt, her arms and fist covered with cloth wrap, and a Korean style jacket.
Weapons and equipment: Large dark Crystal dual swords.
Rank: Fallen God~ Darkness goddess
Evil/Good: Neutral, Anti.
Other: Look at Profile for Appearance.
*Has the ability to hypnotize, illusions however this requires eye contact or ancient words.. Mortals Easy, Angels and Demons a bit harder.
*Can enter and manipulate Dreams or Nightmares however this cannot hurt the person physically.
* Blanket darkness around her opponent to keep others from interfering with the combat.
*Darkness solidification (Amor, and swords are a good example) or animating (have shadows of oppenents turn against and such.)
* Teleport, disappear however this is in shadows and at night.
* Is able to fly, levitate. Fall long distances
* Take more impact than a regular being, besides she is a god.
* Cant get scars however from reapers, and herself she can
* Night Vision, and Stealthiness, No pattern in Combat
* Full moons or eclipses tend to heal her, physically and mentally.
However her power can make her lose her sanity. Also can hurt her mentally and physically.
Story: Gods watched over all keeping balance some didn't have the same intentions or weren't as perfect. Zaida a goddess of darkness, many admired her, her combat skills, beautiful darkness... Unlike all the other 'perfect' gods and goddesses. Zaida was not. She often lost her sanity in combat attacking anyone and anything in sight it was a horrific scene, rarely but sometimes couldn't control her power, she became a cold and demented anthro. She was no villain but couldn't be a hero.... mortals sometimes Angels and Demons fled, pleaded for mercy to Zaida. Soon labeled a monster. Written in books, told in stories to scare the children. The gods then looks down at her, began to shun her, before banishing down to the mortal realm... Forever stuck.
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((Yeah I thought something like this was done. Cool for posting sheet.))
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Name: Oryx[/size]Gender: MaleSpecies: DirewolfFaction: AngelsClothing: black military attire, except for the jacket, gray t-shirt, black trenchcoatWeapons and equipment: 2 long combat knivesRank: Angel leader (IDK why an angel would wear black)
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Guess I should post mine.
Name: Crest
Gender: Male
Species: Dire Wolf
Faction: Human
Clothing: Like Snake from Escape from LA
Weapons and equipment: guns in sig
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): Leader
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I'll post mine again, since it derped)
Name: Oryx
Gender: Male
Faction: Angels
Clothing: (Crest, you're in the mutation RP too, so you already know but for the sake of the others) Black combat boots, black camo lilitary pants, grey t-shirt, black with red accents trenchcoat
Rank: Angel leader
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((That's fine. I'll wait until we have around four or five people join))
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((OOOoh I'll post! ))
Name: Raw Shaw
gender: I"M A FREAKN MAN...male
Species: Albino Raptor
Fraction: HUMANS SINCE WE WERE HERE FISRT.
Clothing: A western styled bandit with a cape, then a bandana and red steam punk goggles.
Weapons and equipment: A sawed double barrel shotgun, a combat shovel, and two frag grenades.
Rank: Soldier
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Name: Aconitum
Gender: Female
Species: Poison Drinker (jackal thing)
Faction: Demons
Clothing: (basically like this.) (http://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20160211/4969cdbf9511f85a502664a6e4aecb93.jpg) (also~ I recommend checking this artist out XD They're pretty cool. Anyways!!)
Weapons and equipment: Her own claws and teeth, a dark sword that's poisoned with her own blood
Rank: Leader? (I was told I had a rank reserved for me.)
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Name:Red Locus, but is usually called Death, Grim reaper ect
Gender:Male
Species:Ragnos(is the skeleton of the species)
Faction:Neither
Clothing:Shown below
Weapons:Being a reaper, he has a scythe, nothing else
Rank:Reaper
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Name: Al El-Kina
Gender: Male
Species: Super-breed hybrid; Monkey, Eagle, Fox and Wolf. Monfolfgle maybe.
Faction: Neither
Clothing: See "Reference of Al" below. His kimono also usually covers his top half though. He also usually wears his mask
Weapons: See "Al's Weapon Reference"
Rank: Mercenary. Only fights for who pays him.
Powers: He had unnatural implants in both his brain and his left eye. The implants work by increasing the amount of sensory input he's able to process, specifically inputs through his left eye. They come in distinct phases:
- Normal mode: He's basically your average fur... minus his already above-average capabilities.
- Inspect mode: His left eye will turn red. The mechanical implant in his eye starts seeing faster, going at 1.25x normal processing speed. The implant in his brain also begins storing information for later use
- Battle mode: His left eye will turn black. The implant boosts to seeing 2x faster, and the implant in his brain starts stimulating certain parts of his brain to release adrenaline into his system.
- Overclock mode: His left eye will turn black, and be bloodshot. The implant boosts to seeing about 5x faster, and the implant in his brain starts stimulating his brain to work faster as well. As a downside for this massive boost, he can't use it for too long before it fatigues his brain and/or the mechanical parts actually receive damage. The longest he's been able to go before either of those outcomes happening is about 6 minutes.
As for his physical capabilities, one would hardly call him an average fur. He's capable of comfortably benchpressing up to 60kg, can sprint 100m in 10.2 seconds and has been trained in 5 different forms of martial arts; all of which, he's mastered. For someone born without any super natural powers, Al truly managed to make himself at least seem sub-furry.
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(Is it too late to change my faction?)
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(Is it too late to change my faction?)
((I'm not gonna stop you but I'd prefer if you didn't
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((Okay I haven't had any more applications so this threa is open. People may still join but must PM me first. Please enjoy ))
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Zaida walked through the city, passing the mortals. She was the only God who had fallen down to the realm.
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*Crest sat inside a church, the home base of the mortal warriors.* It's funny. I used to pray for the people who I now fight. *he says to no one in particular * Oh well. Nothing i cant do now, *he says sighing. He stands up putting his coat on*
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Aconitum stood on the roof of a very tall building in the middle of the city. Her alien green eyes looked out onto the cold streets below her as a smile spread across her lips.
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*He stands in front of all mortal rebels. He smiles and stops the talking they've been doing* I know times are tough. But we can fight it. I've said this speech a thousand times over but it's one I always stand by. Hope is the key. I'm going out for supplies. Defend the base. *he says to all of them as they give a cheer. He smiles and walks out of the church into the outside world*
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Al was wandering the streets of the city as well. Work had been good ever since the battling started. People need mercs and assassins to get specific jobs done, and that was his speciality. As he walked down the left side of the road, his left eye set on Zaida for a second before he turned and watched her. "Hmmm...." I don't think I've ever seen her around here before... Neither do I recognise that species... All things considered, she might not be of this realm. Al decided to follow her. He wasn't payed to kill her yet, but any info he could gather on this mysterious girl would aid him later down the line.
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*Red's hood shadowed his skeletal face as he twirled a soul ball on his finger*
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Zaida kept head low she did look like a normal citizens however the species was one problem. Often getting unwanted attention. The Vexū gave some glances around with her glowing teal eyes, staring down others. those who stared curiously looking away nervously, intimidated by this new anthro. Continuing to walk about this new city.
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Al maintained a low-profile as he tailed Zaida. She's definitely an unusual type. The way she looked at everyone else... Easily trying to establish some degree of dominance. Maybe I'll have a chat with... Her...? She doesn't seem all to eager to get into a fight... Neither am I really. Al picked up his pacing slightly, until he was walking beside Zaida, keeping with her pace after he caught up, staying silent for the mean time.
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Hearing anthro's shuffled about the city pretty empty as it was night, Zaida continued she drifted away from the busy side of the city. there was one thing that bothered her someone seemed to be following, perhaps going the same way. Until seeing from the corner of her pupil-less Eyes some odd hybrid, it was definite that he was following. She stopped in her tracks to face the anthro. "Yes?" She asked in a soothing tone, ears leaning back and tail whiling the air sharply.
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Al's voice was soft, but a bit hoarse. "Lost, by any chance? Buildings around here aren't used much anymore." Al was beating around the bush, trying to get a feel for the stance of the woman. He kept his body facing down the road, but turned his head. His appearance now seemed even odder, as he had a scar over his left eye. Which was blue, as opposed to his brown right one.
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"No, not lost at all. I'm new here and I'm trying to get a better understanding of the city... Taking a walk." She said calmly making eye contact. "Besides why would you care if I'm lost, certainly didn't need to follow me." she finished with a slight huff putting her hands in her pocket "State your reason, I have a feeling that's not all you wanted to ask."
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"I don't have to give my true intentions to a complete stranger." He was very blunt in his saying, but his poker face was pretty spot on. Didn't hint at any emotion at all. "It's just that... I get the feeling the reason you're new around this city, is because you're new around this entire country. Maybe even... This world..." He finally turne his body to the female. "Of course, I could be very wrong. Rare species aren't always from other worlds." Al seemed very relaxed, but it was all just a rouse. His guard was up and he was ready to respond to anything Zaida would through at him... Provided it was a punch or a kick.
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"It's obvious your familiar with things like this." She spoke crossing her arms. "I suppose I can tell you, not many would believe you nor be foolish enough to challenge me. Yes, I don't belong here, in the mortal world... I come from a far away realm, a Goddess" she finished, before questioning. "Now, why does that concern you? I'm not very fond of nosey furries."
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*Red looked at them through his vision*"Oh, this is gonna be rich"
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*Oryx walks beside Crest* I know... but we must stand strong, Demons are relentless, and our forces are getting weaker...
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Al cocked an eyebrow at her cockiness. "Well, in the event that someone hires me to kill you, knowledge of you will top the battle in my favour. Not that I'd need it." He tilted his head back a tad, his left eye turning red for a second before returning to blue. "A goddess in this world is just another mortal. Be careful who you talk down to. Most people who aren't afraid to kill would've done some damage, even if they died in the process. It's not easy adjusting to..." Al looked down the street. "Bleeding." He began walking, obviously having lost interest in Zaida. He talked loudly as he walked. "Al. If you need someone dead, find me, pay me and wait."
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Zaida kept her relaxed face entertained by him "I doubt it." She hissed calmly. "I suppose I am... and I haven't talk anyone down... again I'm just not fond of nosey people like you, it's rude and I like to keep things to myself." She snarled a smile lightly. "and I doubt I'll need you, I enjoy doing things, determined to do them on my own. However I appreciate the offer." she gave a small now with her head, and walking off. ~Odd hybrid~ she thought, having to act a bit rude to drive him away, a bit relieved it worked.
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*Oryx walks beside Crest* I know... but we must stand strong, Demons are relentless, and our forces are getting weaker...
*Crest turned to Oryx and sigheYeeWhat do you want Oryx? Your non better than the demons. You've doomed us. *He walks off hands on his guns.* Bloody hell. *he enters asmall ruined building and climbs to the top of the building * We're never gonna win this war. *He says, he sits down on the cobbled roof*
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Al grinned as he walked away, amused by Zaida. I swear... If it isn't her cockiness that gets her killed... The monfolfgle turned a corner and decided to get back to business. I'm sure there are more Angels and Demons on the hitlist. Best start thinking of how I'm gonna survive this when it literally blows over. He continued walking through the city, disappearing into the crowds.
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*Crest grabbed a large sketchbook and brought out a pencil. There are many sketches of the city inside the book. He turns to a fresh page and starts sketching the city.*
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Name: Clare Susannah Arrow
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf/Nephilim (brown/light brown fur coloring, purple eyes)
Faction: Fallen God
Clothing: Casual (Usually t-shirts/tank tops and pants/jeans/shorts); however, has a bodysuit for combat
Weapons and equipment: Enchanted longsword, bodysuit (Similar to this [WARNING: MAY BE NSFW] [size=78%]http://static1.e926.net/data/2a/0f/2a0fd47c240715efd59be2a43b7d562e.png (http://static1.e926.net/data/2a/0f/2a0fd47c240715efd59be2a43b7d562e.png)[/size][/font] However, the chest area is entirely covered, the pants have pockets and are not that low, the utility/ammunition belt is more like a real belt, and there is a nearly invisible metal mesh covering the space between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants), pistol, grappling hook gun, etc. (I'll decide physical posessions fully later)
Abilities:
- Stronger and faster than a normal fur
- Can take more punishment than a normal fur, but heals at the normal rate
- Invulnerable to mind control spells; however, sleep spells and nightmare spells can pacify her
- Does not scar up (anymore)
- Able to breathe in extreme conditions (In other words, underwater, in high altitudes, in situations involving gases or acids)
- Has a small personal pocket dimension for storing certain items (only 10 at a time; does not include the longsword)
- Their main weapon, the enchanted longsword, is more or less bound to her; as such, she cannot lose it, and it cannot be broken unless she, herself, dies. When not in use, it is stored in a special pocket dimension slot that is especially for itself. It also returns to this slot if she is disarmed or if it is taken from her, with a wait time of 5 seconds before it returns. In addition, the sword can also be thrown and, once thrown, can be controlled with her mind to hit a target, gravity being no issue. While under mind control, the 5-second rule does not apply; however, this particular ability requires her full focus to pull off. If it is interrupted, then the sword acts in the same way that it would if she was disarmed.
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): No idea (At the moment, just trying to find a purpose...)
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*Oryx leaves the church, and goes for a walk*sighs* this war...I'm starting to think it was a mistake, we don't have enough forces to keep battling, we might lose this...
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Al had retreated back to his apartment and lay on the couch. Ugh... I don't know who to get anymore... I remember back when people would actually hire me... Those were always fun. Maybe I'm just not making much of a name for myself anymore... He sat up, looking at his rack of weapons. Maybe it's time I actually choose a side. I wonder who's winning this war anyway... Al sat up and walked over to the kitchen to make himself a coffee.
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Clare wandered around the town, keeping to the shadows as she skulked about. ... This is just madness, she thought, touching a nearly-healed bullet wound on her arm. Just who am I supposed to be fighting in this war? The angels call me a demon... the demons call me an angel... and I don't think I belong with humans. The wolf looked up at the sky. ...I'm not normal enough. Sighing, Clare kept an ear cocked and an eye open for any danger; in this war, somehow, someone had painted a huge target on her back.
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*Oryx walks around town, eventually finding Clare*draws his knife* what are you doing here, demon?
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Al turned on his laptop and went onto his online hitlist, going through various angels, demons and people. Oryx... Crest... Lovien... Of course the leaders of the factions ar-.... Clare...? Zaida...? Wait... I know her... I saw her earlier... Why do people want them dead... And more importantly... why do they also want them alive? Guess this calls for another interview... Al got up and began arming himself. Only his katanas and his knives.
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Clare froze. Sh*t. "Just... taking a stroll," she said. "However, I believe you're mistaken in stereotyping me. I'm not a demon." The wolf tensed, preparing to call her sword at a moment's notice.
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Al headed out of his apartment, going onto the roof of the building and scouting the area. She was last seen not to far from here... Maybe I could pick up some tracks. Al jumped down and began surveying the nearby part of town for any signs of Clare.
((For positioning's sake, he's not exactly close enough to the fight to hear it or intervene. At least, he's not close enough now.))
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((Sorry for taking so long))
then...what are you? *keeps knife ready*
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*Crest finished sketching and stood up. He saw Oryx and Clare.* Who the hell is that? *he said examing Clare. He climbed off the roof and exited the building. Running towards the two*
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Clare shrugged. "Someone who thinks, Mr. Angel," she replied. "I'm not our enemy, but I can't be your ally... I'm not sure what you think of me, but your brethren appear to hate me, attacking me on sight." She grinned. "... To be honest, this talking is quite refreshing. It's a shame when agonistic behaviors become the go-to for the sentient..."
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*Crest runs in between Clare and Oryx. He looks to Clare with a scowl* Who do you side with. I know you are none but you must of sided with someone?
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Al eventually found some blood on the ground. Hmm... She may have gotten into a fight... She is wanted by people after all... It's a longshot, but this blood could lead me to her... Al began following the trail of blood leftover from Clare's gunshot wound.
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Calre shrugged. "Nature, I suppose," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "Though I am kind of curious why the fight had to be here..." The wolf sighed. "Look, I don't want any trouble. It's been a long day, and I just want to get some sleep."
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*Crest wondered and looked at oryx and Clare. He points to Clare* Come with me I'll give you a place to sleep. *he says* but don't try anything.
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(Sorry I was gone so long, guys ~_~ I was in the mountains for the weekend so no cell or internet service.)
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((That's completely fine))
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((Is it ok if I do a thing?))
Al eventually followed the blood to where he saw the rest of the group. Seeing the others make a move on Clare, he furrowed his brow and put his mask on, before calling out "Hey! I don't know what you all have planned for the she-wolf over there, but if she's leaving this place, she's leaving with me."
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((Depends what the thing is?))
*Crest scoffed* You don't know what your dealing with. Go back! *he says in a cocky tone* You have no idea what this is!
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((Oh, you know. Just a thing :3))
"This is you, handing her over to my custody, Crest. I bet you don't even know who you're currently standing next to." Al slowly walked over, his left eye turning red.
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((Grand!))
*Laughed shakily * God damn that red eye *he mutters before returning to his composure * I know what I'm standing next to. A Nephilim. A fallen God. Saviour or densise. She is the key to my freedom *he says, shouting the last part *
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"Or, at the bat of an eye, the key to your destruction. And besides. There is nothing saving us mortals... " Al's right eye darted between the three standing there, making any observations it could. Tsk... Two guns... Best be ready to duck behind the girl... Wait... s-she... No, she can't... More questions to ask later. Just focus for now...
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*Crest growled * Don't you dare say that. *he shouts* there is always hope *he calms down quickly * what do you want with her anyway?
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"Simple. I have questions. I need answers. And before you ask, because I know just how much us mortals love to stick our noses in other people's business, those questions don't concern you." Al stopped, now that he was only a few meters away from Crest and the rest. "Aside from that, under your watch, one of your men will just hand her over to the demons who want her so badly. They are promising quite a lot for her... or her head. But enough of this talk. Stand aside, before I have to... Assert myself." Al's left eye focused on Crest's guns.
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*Crest sighed as he waved his hand in front of his left eye * Get your eye of my guns. I'm more than just weapons Jesus. *he says before becoming more serious* besides I will keep her under my eye. She is a chance of a fight. You want answers. I want to live. Go!
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((Ummm... Sorry but I'm not sure how to interpret that... Is Crest picking a fight, or handing her over or...? Once again, sorry))
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((Picking a fight. Not wanting one but picking one. And it's okay))
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Al sighed. Oh yeah, sure. Kill a bunch of demons, mortals and angels and that all goes smoothly. But on the most important recon mission in a while, this happens. I am just a bad karma magnet. His right eye rolled before he unsheathed two knives and threw one so it stuck right on the ground in front of Crest. "You're making a bad decision. One Nephilim, that isn't even guaranteed to stay loyal to you. Consider your options for a second, if you truly want to live, Crest."
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*Crest sighed * Jesus Christ. I just want to fight for what I believe in *he draws his guns* and if I have to fight for that so be it. I'm sorry Alka. I don't want to hurt you!
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((It's just Al, btw))
Al scoffed as he drew a katana with his now free hand. "You say that, while holding a gun in my direction. Look, Crest, I'm in no mood to take you down today. You'll realise one day just how lost your cause is, but if that day isn't today, and if today you want to fight and die over it, I will spare no ounce of my blood in sticking all nine of my knives in you. If it's any consolation, I won't kill the girl once I'm done talking with her. Hell, once I'm done talking with her, you can take her and do with her what you wish. But for now... There is a conversation I must have with... Clare." I'm pretty sure that was the name anyway.
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((Sorry))
*He sheathes his guns* fine *he says rubbing his face* on one condition. I get to come with you while talking. I need to keep suvaliance.
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((No problem. I've got to go to bed now, so this should be a good place to leave off. I might be able to get one or two posts out soon but that's it.))
Al closed his eyes and thought for a second, before he reopened them and sheathed his weapons. His left eye had returned to blue. "Fine. But you're either watching from outside my apartments, or wearing earmuffs. You don't get to hear anything that is said, by either of us."
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((Cool. Have a good night's sleep!))
*Crest sighed but nodded* I'll wait outside if it's all the same. *he says as he extends his paw* deal?
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*Oryx walks back to the curch*sighs* I hate this...why did the last leader die so unexpectedly? I'm not prepared to lead a whole army...
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(( Oh dear, what did I miss? :o ))
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((A bit but not to much. I suggest reading from page 2))
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(Ok I got the idea)
I woke up from my own little nap to hear my leader. Not sure what's going on I quickly get up and hold on my sawed off shotgun. "Oh great, what's happening today?" I grumbled while trying to find out where all the noise is coming from..
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Al stared at the paw coldly. "Sorry, but I don't do handshakes. But it is indeed a deal." His gaze slowly lifted to meet Crest's eyes. "Try anything funny... And I can't guarantee the safety of either you or Clare."
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Clare crossed her arms and gave Crest and Alka a look of haughty derision. "Don't I get a say in this?"
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Al glared at Clare. "Well, if you don't want to talk with me, there is a bounty for about $200000 on your head at the moment. 250 if they bring you in alive. I think that's reason enough to avoid conflicts with oh, I don't know..." Al's left eye turned red again. "A cold-blooded mercenary." He blinked once and the eye returned to blue. "Besides, I'm sure my apartments are a safer place than wherever he's going to cramp you inside of. No one besides me and my landlord know where I live."
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As the Vexū traveled the city she studied buildings, alley's, anything part of the city in that matter. She had been here for a couple hundred years however this city was a new area, and it was best to absorb her surroundings, get to know the place better. She looked up to see the sun setting and small amount of stars rising along with the quarter moon. Zaida arrived to a park, sitting by the largest tree, resting her back against the stump. The Goddess watching a small amount of anthro pups playing, it seemed as she was keeping watch. However deep in thought about the Demons, Angels, mortals...
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Clare slowly pressed the bridge of her nose. "Why everyone wants me dead is a mystery to me," she murmured to no one in particular before sighing and looking at Alka. "Fine... I'll come with you for now. But I must insist that you quit referring to me like some sort of object... Both of you," the wolf said, glancing at Crest. "Also, no fighting between you two. Okay?"
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((Once again. Just. Al. There is a difference. They are different OCs. :| ))
"So long as I get what I came here for... I'll agree to those terms. As for why you might be getting chased around... A nephilim can be used for a whole lot. Plenty of rituals and enchantments require a nephilim... or their blood. Most manage to get by with just plain old angel blood, but certain things require... specifics." Al cracked his neck and looked around. "We've stayed out in the open for too long. Let's move before someone notices it's you."
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*Crest sighed looking at both Al and Clare. He nodded * Whatever lets just go. This place ain't the greatest.
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In a flourish of black sand and green smoke, the demon leader appeared beside the vexū goddess, looking out at the public as well. "You are... Not native to this city, yes?" She asked with a light smirk on her lips. Acon hadn't turned away from the park, but shifted her eyes to look at Zaida in interest.
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Al nodded and began moving. He did have to go back to his primary hideout, and so he wasn't. "So, Crest. What's it like being the leader of the only truly doomed faction?"
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*Crest laughed* that's funny. Maybe if the angels or demons win they'll keep you as their little stooge. *He said walking behind Al*
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Al grinned behind his mask. "Well, I would hope that the angels lose. No God would accept me into heaven, after all the sin I've committed. But, if the demons do win, at the very least I'll live to be their stooge."
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Well being a stooge ain't a bad job. We had one *Crest says before gulping* he died but he was good besides we're not gonna lose. And when we win. I'll let you be my stooge.
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Al scoffed a littlle. "Yeah, fat chance. Both of you winning, and of me being your stooge." Al's ears perked up as they walked.
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*Crest chuckled softly kicking a stone across the floor* oh come on. I'll pay you well. Let you kill someone every week. *He said joking*
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"Yeah, but the thing is, I'm not the taking orders sort of guy. If normal furs manage to walk out of this situation and win, I'll return to what I usually do." Al made a left, crossing to the other side of a street.
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Yeah yeah. *he says, shrugging off the response* So where is this place of yours?
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"Depends who's asking..." Al made another left around a corner
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In a flourish of black sand and green smoke, the demon leader appeared beside the vexū goddess, looking out at the public as well. "You are... Not native to this city, yes?" She asked with a light smirk on her lips. Acon hadn't turned away from the park, but shifted her eyes to look at Zaida in interest.
Zaida sat continued to watch at the park. "Somewhat I've been here for a few weeks maybe a month, I haven't been keeping track. Lived here years back, got busy.... However I visited, and studied enough to know the city well again." She said simply to Acon. The Vexū still sat against the tree watching the playground, her tail swishing sometimes tapping the tree and her ears standing. "You already know that Acon... Why are you asking?" She asked plainly her eyebrows furrowed.
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"Depends who's asking..." Al made another left around a corner
Crest. I'm right here *he said waving with a dumbfounded expression *
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"Oh yeah. In that case, I find it in my best interests not to disclose the exact address of my home, lest I have the girl scouts you call soldiers show up at my door and try to sell me cookies." Al chuckled a bit at his comment, wanting to high five himself
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Fine. TI'm asking, not as Crest the leader of the revoloutin, but Crest, a person *he says with some seriousness ignoring the girls scout comment despite him find in it pretty good*
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"Hah. 'Person.' Funniest joke you've said all day." Al was starting to get a bit cocky, but put it aside as he took a right turn.
((Maybe we should wait for Cif.))
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((Yeah that's wise. I'm going into town soon anyway so ingotta go))
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((Oh gosh not again.. Time zones... D: Well I'm going to just post this until Cif is back))
I stopped by a general store to buy a bottle of lemonade and a pack of Hubba Bubba. Then went back on the street to fallow the sound of what might be my leader, which I then stopped to think about that. If this was my leader I was hearing. Then that would mean I would be rather lucky. To think a low rank like myself could meet and talk with the big show. Oh no, I would not let this one by. So picking up the pace I ran so I could meet my leader face to face. The excitement within me was bountiful and energized. And I held onto my sawed off shotgun tightly and made sure I had my shells on me. Then fixing my goggles I kept on my way.
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((Oh gosh not again.. Time zones... D: Well I'm going to just post this until Cif is back))
I stopped by a general store to buy a bottle of lemonade and a pack of Hubba Bubba. Then went back on the street to fallow the sound of what might be my leader, which I then stopped to think about that. If this was my leader I was hearing. Then that would mean I would be rather lucky. To think a low rank like myself could meet and talk with the big show. Oh no, I would not let this one by. So picking up the pace I ran so I could meet my leader face to face. The excitement within me was bountiful and energized. And I held onto my sawed off shotgun tightly and made sure I had my shells on me. Then fixing my goggles I kept on my way.
Oh that is comple- *hears footsteps. He looks behind him to see the reptile running towards them* the hell?
((There aren't a lot for demons and angels except the leaders so I may add a character to each side controlled me))
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*Red looked like a normal ragnos as he walked down the park, he looked up at the tree that zaida was at before turning again*
"What the-? what are they doing know?"
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I smile as I stop while skidding and wave at you. "Oh h-hey there! I'm Rasha and it's a honor to meet the leader of the human rebellion!" I hold out my claw for a hand shake and stand there pulling my banndana down with a huge grin on my face.
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*Crest blinked a few times and smiled shaking the claw.* Hello Rasha. Nice to meet you. How are you holding up kid?
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* I look like I'm going to explode in excitement and stand back holding my sawed of double B with pride* Awesome sir! I was just arriving from a combat zone and kicked some demon booty! You sould have seen me! * I put my gun away to try to mimic some Kung Fu moves and hoping you wouldn't catch onto my lie.*
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*Crest chuckles. He knew Rasha was lying but was gonna play along* So how many demons did you kill kid?
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* I looked back at you and smiled.* I'm a pre teen sir, and I killed..ummm well.. None... But! I just soften them up for the others you see. Sooo techincli I got an assist. ** I chuckled and fold my arms*
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*Crest laughed * Assist huh? Care to show me some of your moves hot shot a. *he asked motioning Rasha to attack him*
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* I grinned while pulling my bandana back up and took out my shovel and emtpyed my shotgun* If you insist sir. * I was trying to not freak out, but calmed down* Here we go!* I asked my right arm back to swing my shovel with the blunt end aimed at you*
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*Crest grabs the swinging shovel and disarm Rasha, he points it towards him*
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* I looked suprised but smiled as I kicked some dust behind me and went to kick the shovel out your hand* Oh I am never really disarmed.
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*Rasha kicks the shovel out of Crest hands. Although it does not seem to phase him* Hmm? *he says thinking ad he goes to kick him in the gut*
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Acon turned her head to offer Zaida a warm smile. "Just to keep things fresh. And because I like hearing you talk. So smooth~" she teased.
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* I feel a foot hit my gut sending me onto the ground on my rump.* Oowww... Oh ok ok. Mercy, uncle, ummm sorry! Something.* I said while Golding my belly*
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"Ah I thought so" she nodded. "I remember you did that before, something similar when we first met. Don't know why I asked." The Vexū huffed, She blinked placing her hand on her throat gently. "Hmm, I suppose." she shrugged.
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*Crest laughs and offers a paw up* you got a lot to learn kid.
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* I take your paw and help myself up* Yeah, that's what my bro says too. Even though we don't talk anymore..so what is someone like you doing here?
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*Looks to Al and sighs* Something, not sure what but something. Anyway I'm going to give you an offer. Okay? *he asks the reptile*
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* I stand up straight and nod with serious eyes* Yes sir?
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*He takes out a small knife and gives it to Rasha* Let me train you.
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* My eyes widen as I nod as I look at the knife then back at you. While taking the gift.* Y-yes sir.
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*Crest smiles and pats him on the back* Good. So when do you want to start. I mean it will have to be fate I take the nephilim back but I mean,
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* I look back up at you and seem troubled* Well I don't want to slow you down sir....
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You won't but we can't train. Feel free to follow however I think hot shot won't mind *he says glancing at Al*
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* I smile and then fold my arms as I looked at my shovel and then new knife* Sweet cakes..
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((This is just to even sides up a bit.))
Name: Victor
Gender: Male
Species: Panther with blood red fur,
Faction: Demon
Clothing: Wears a white shirt and a fighter pilot jacket. He wears jeans as well.
Weapons and equipment: Has arm blades. (So blades that can be used as gauntlets)
Abilities: Shadow magic.
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ):General
Name: Rucha
Gender: Female
Species: Vixen with hazlenut fur
Faction: Angels
Clothing: Something a kin to a biker.
Weapons and equipment: Nothing except a pendant around her neck
Abilities : Able to manipulate lightening very well
Rank: Grunt
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Acon snickered as a thought crossed her mind. "Ah yes. I remember that." She pursed her lips in thought before shaking her head in slow amusement. "Ah but that reminds me. There's another one, you know. Another fallen god. I suspect the mortals and those winged rats with halos are fawning all over her to win her loyalty."
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Victor: *Victor walked through a dark alley way playing with his magic. Boredom was taking him as there was not a lot to do.* What to do? J mean I could try and find an angel to kill but they're far and thin. Mortals are to easy and God's are kinda d&$#@. Also I probably couldn't take a God *he says all this to himself. He sighs and sits down*
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"That's all they do. I'm neutral for now, just making sure the world doesn't explode" Zaida said softly watching people begin to leave as it grew darker, night. "One hired gun, a hybrid came up to me earlier today... Nosey, so I acted like a cocky asshole to get him away, ugh I hate acting like that. Kind of threatened me before walking off." She hissed lightly. "Maybe if he didn't follow and jump at me with questions at the wrong time" she huffed annoyed from earlier, before thinking. "Haven't you heard?" The Vexū turned to Acon. "There's a reaper on earth... Haven't seen a reaper in centuries."
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Acon's ears perked and her eyebrows rose in interest. "A reaper? What in gods names is a reaper doing here?" She furrowed her in thought before letting out a short dark laugh. "Means this battle is going to get a whole hell of a lot more interesting."
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*Oryx keeps walking aroud town* I'm bored here...I needed to see how the situation was here, but it's no use, some hired guns, a nephilim, and nothing more...
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Rucha: *The Vixen is inside a church praying to the gods up above* who ever thought of this war? I mean i thought religions weren't supposed to fight, oh well. No use fighting it *she chuckles at her lame pun and gets up*
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"Not sure maybe since the war is greater, more anthro's living than before" she said with a gruff. "So more death to go around, I'm guessing?....Who knows maybe the reaper isn't as bad as it sounds." Zaida said leaning up and stretching against the tree snapping bones and reattaching. She gave a sigh through her nose with relief. "One thing for sure is the a reaper hasn't done anything yet, or interfered with the battle it seems."
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*Oryx reaches the church the Vixen is in*sits down* this war...it's really taking a toll on all of us, but I have to go on, we, have to go on, we will ve victors in this eternal conflict
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Acon pondered this possibility a moment before she nodded. "Perhaps. Let's just hope this reaper's intentions aren't malicious. Mayhaps... If it's planing to step in at all, it's waiting for the right moment."
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*Oryx reaches the church the Vixen is in*sits down* this war...it's really taking a toll on all of us, but I have to go on, we, have to go on, we will ve victors in this eternal conflict
Rucha: *Rucha was shocked and stood up in a straight position* Si-sir I wasn't expec-. I. *she pauses and sighs* sorry sir.
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"That could be the issue. Just confused why it would come here, and interfere at all... Maybe greedy and wants all souls" She thought for a moment "They often come and go, not fond of the mortal realm that's for sure, they prefer the underworld. But I've heard the reaper has been sticking around. A few sightings of it" Zaida finished.
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((What could I do as a lone demon?))
Victor: *got up and began walking the city, trying to keep to the shadows not wanting to be seen. He was whistling a unrecognizable tune and scraping his hand across the walls of buildings.*
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*Oryx smiles* at ease, soldier, now, tell me, what do you think about this war?
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Rucha: it's, I. Uhh *she sighs and scratches the back of her head* I think it's pointless sir. We all have different beliefs so we start killing each other? Is that what are lord would want?
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good, it's good you think that, but we've been at war with each other for millenia, our lord knows what will happen, but I did not want to get the humans involved in this
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Rucha: but we did *she says with slight anger* we have ruined mortal lives. We have ruined demon lives. And for what some satisfaction. A bit of land? I'm sorry sir. I shall fight but I do not agree with this.
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It was not my decision to bring humans into this war, it was the previous leader's, he chose this planet as a battlefield, now *puts hand on Rucha's shoulder* calm down, we're at a strange moment of peace...
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Rucha: aye sir. I suppose we are *She said chuckling * what now sir?
Victor: *Started kicking a rock outside *
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first of all, what is the status on our forces? I've found something, I need the generals here ((we're missing generals in the Angel side))
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((Make some))
Rucha: *Shrugs* I'm not sure sir although I don't believe it's good.
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((Pre-checked this character with Crest.
Name: Kromas Ndorai
Nickname: 'Wandering Exile','Prince of Smoke'
Species: Daemon Wolfsky
Alignment:None (Acts from his own ideals)
Appearance: (See profile picture of 'Exile') Purple eyes, long coat, black mask with red tribal tears beneath the eyes. All other clothing is average military clothing, in dark gray.
Weaponry:Ascent and Descent, his holy sickle and unholy M1911 Pistol, both custom fitted and able to interface with his smoke powers.
Powers:Smoke manipulation, being able to turn to smoke, or use smoke as a both defensive tool and offensive weapon.
History: After being exiled from hell long ago, Kro set out upon his own motives. Now that the war is upon the world, he finds himself unable to support any one side, and instead forges his own path, torn between revenge and purpose.
Personality: Kro treats his enemies with respect, but won't hold back if he must. He often neglects communication, instead citing flight or flight as his primary response. Thinking tactically, he tries to plan ahead, often ending up in miscalculations.
Weakness/Strength:While being very fast, mobile and able to reach advantageous areas easily, Kro can not use his smoke for too long without stressing his body beyond it's limit, and also is susceptible to gunfire and sound suppression. Apart from that, being unknown to most modern beings mean he is not very well known.
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Ammo? Check...
Supplies? Check...
Mask?...
Kro picked up his mask, twirling it around, and placed it onto his face.It clipped into place, same as always. Heh, it never changed.
Check.
Satisfied with his gear, Kro headed to the door. Slowly, he opened it, and emerged out into the world he had grown so close to. Trees, building, overly excitable morons... Yep, it was all here. With that thought, he headed out onto the block, and began walking along the road. He juggled a small, swirling ball of smoke in one hand.
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Victor: *Ends up back in his original ally* Jesus Christ this place is boring! *he shouts punching the wall and shattering it a bit* I just want something
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(To even up some things)
Name: Azrael
Rank: General
Faction: Angels
Weapons: custom made sword, golden hand cannon
Attire:grey military outfit, with white military jacket
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The world around was somewhat boring, to be honest. Not much activity as of late, which was weird. Either way, it was not as if he cared. People were stupid for the main part anyway.
He came up to a shop, and saw a pair of headphones inside.... They looked nice, and judging by the brand, they might play pretty well aswell. With that, he walked inside, and inquired to the shopkeep about purchasing them.
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Victor: *Victor found himself juggling balls of shadow.* Hmmmm I could go to a store but I don't have money. I could kill someone but I have no purpose. Jeez first world problems much *he says to himself*
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Kro, having brought his new headphones, walked back onto the street, putting them over his head and putting his music on, with low volume, just in case.
"Mayday, Mayday, the ship is slowly sinking..."
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((My Demons Starset. How many points do I get?))
Victor: *Is still in his ally thinking* You know..... I could make like a back ally gang. *a kitten walks up to him he pets it* hey kitty wanna join my gang? * it muses and starts to crawl on Victor. Victor chuckles and continues petting it.*
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((+10 points!))
"They think I'm crazy, but they don't know the feeling..."
Kro walked into a populated city block, passing a fair few alleys, shops and roads. He kept his eyes ahead.
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((Woooop!))
Victor: *Victor sat with his brand new kitten near where Kro was walking. He lifted the kitten up into the air using his shadow magic.* atta boy.
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From the corner of his eye, Kro caught something down an alley. He stopped, and shifted his vision down the alley. While remaining silent, he watched whatever the guy was doing to his cat. There was no limit to some peoples weirdness, he thought. He spoke quietly to himself.
"They're all around me, circling like vultures...."
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Victor: *Victor slowly put down the cat. He looked to Kro and gave a small growl be for turning his attention back to his cat* good boy!
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Beneath his mask, Kro's faced cracked into a wicked grin. This one seemed quite defensive, but quick to aggravate. Possibly sentimental, the cat maybe? Nah, probably not. Looked like a stray. Kro kept watching him, hidden behind his facade.
"They wanna break me and wash away my colours... "
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Victor : *he stroked his cat* hmm. Imma call you papyrus! How do you link that Papyrus? *the cat seemed happy. Victor looked at Kro* you want something?
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Papyrus. Wow.
Kro stood still, looking at the person in the alley.
"I wish for what you make of this encounter."
Kro stepped back, enveloping himself in smoke. It moved along the ground, and trickled up a nearby wall, heading for a rooftop. Once up there, he reformed, and began walking along the roofline. The wind was crisp, and as bitter as the concrete below his feet.
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Victor: *Victor blinked a few times* I can do that to you know! *he shouts not mentioning he needs to be completely enveloped by shadows* It's okay papyrus. I won't any dirty cat killer hurt you. *he strokes him* what a weirdo.
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"Hmmm...."
Kro turned, and made his way back to the ledge that overlooked the alley. He wished to see how this one fought. Primary weakness was the cat so...
He took out his pistol, aimed towards the cat, and pulled the trigger.
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Victor : *blood sprayed on victors face* Pa-Papy? *he looks up with anger in ships eyes &₩* You son of a b $#@& ! *he shouts as he rises up a black shadow lifting him up* Why? *he throws balls of shadow which, if connected would momentarily paralyze thay part for a few seconds.*
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Kro withdrew his pistol, placing it back into his jacket, and stepped away from the ledge. One of the shadow orbs hit his left arm, causing him to grunt and hold it with his other hand.
"Projectiles, paralyzing. Synapse overload... Huh, interesting."
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Victor: *he jumped onto the roof and his arm blades manifested onto his arms, he lunged forward at kro* what did he do to you!
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Kro sighed, and his body dissipating into smoke. He looked at the attacker, somewhat surprised.
"Arm blades, huh? Looks somewhat like a pair of tonfa... Good taste."
He stepped back over another small step, re-formed and pulled his sickle out from his jacket.
"So, what are you then? Angel, demon, normal? You're interesting, to say the least."
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Victor: *He kept striking but quite sloppily as his emotions were running high* I'm a demon so you better run! *he shouts.*
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Kro parried a few strikes, but a couple manged to cut his right hip, somewhat nastily.
"Arh, that hurts. But good, that makes two demons then. Now, get yourself together and fight properly, please."
Kro brought up his sickle, and swung the bottom of the handle for the side of his attacker's head.
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Victor: wh-what? *he gets knocked to the side by the sickle* D $#@ *he walks backwards a bit as five balls of shadow appear in front of him. * Fire! *he shouts as they shoot towards Kro*
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Quickly sheathing his sickle, Kro put his arm out ahead, blocking three of the projectiles, but had two his his arm. He recoiled, grunting.
"Good, better. Now, try using both of your attacks in unison."
He held his arm, and looked at his attacker.
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Victor: *looked at Kro with a concerned look* are you mocking me? *shadow form around his blade as he starts swinging towards Kro*
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Kro jolted back, letting his arm swing behind himself, also being struck on the arm.
"No, I wish to see you fight properly, if that isn't too much to ask. No mockery here."
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Victor: *he stopped and stared at him* You killed my cat! Why did you kill my cat? *he asks before sending a few more shadow balls at him*
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"Because it was a weakness that you broadcasted quite readily."
He deflected another two balls, being hit again by another on the other arm.
"But you're boring me now. PLease try your best to kill me, now."
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Victor: *shadows surround him as he walks towards Kro* Shut the hell up. *he says quietly as his blades are extended by shadows. He starts slashing towards Kro.*
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"Oh. How disappointing."
Kro unsheathed his sickle, and kept moving backwards, parrying whatever came near. He did catch a small cut on the arm, though.
"GO on then, your move."
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Al rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the kid. Hearing Crest mention him coming along, presented an issue to him. "You sure you should be letting children play with adults? if he is coming along, and something happens, not gonna be responsible if the frog croaks." Al was no babysitter, nor did he want to be one.
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Crest- Honestly Al did I give two s $#*@ about your opinion. I'll look after him *he says angrily at Al* I never expected you to take care of him.
Victor: *Victors eyes stared straight at Kro* I'm not gonna stop until that smoke you control Is nothing but a memory *he says and charges at Kro he blasts shadows from his hands like giant tendrils firing at Kro*
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Kro pulled his gun from it's holster, and propelled himself upwards with smoke. Almost empty... Better end this quick. He took aim, attempting to fire shots at the tendrils.
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Victor: *his tendrils retracted and created a shield covering the whole of victor. This allowed him to move quickly up in the air. Or it would if he didn't run dry out of juice. The shadows retracted and he passed out*
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Kro landed roughly, grunting as he hit the concrete floor. Slowly, he got to his feet, and made his way over to the passed out attacker.
"Please don't tell me you're out cold... I was legitimately enjoying that and everything! Dammit..."
He stood back for a moment to see if he would react.
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Victor: *grabbed kros ankle and attempted to trip him onto the ground* You got tricked Smokey Joe.
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Kro stepped back, and brought his sickle down on the attacker's wrist, sharp edge first.
"Heh, good try."
Outta smoke... Dammit.
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Victor: *The sickle went through however shadow was all that appeared not blood. The whole body disappeared as a battered and tired real Victor jumped off the rooftops back down to the ally to escape* Never again. *he mutters to himself*
(Sorry for that cheap ending but I gotta sleep. See y'all in the morning. May be able to get one or two posts out through ))
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((Alright, cya later Crest!))
"Wow. That was... Probably exactly what I would do. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you, Shady."
Kro turned, and walked along the roof until he reached the edge. The sun brought a welcome warmth, even in this abysmal time of year. Summer wasn't much better though, to be honest. He then set about blending back in to the crowds, and seeing to his wounds...
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*Red walked down the city street, it was dark already and there was no souls to be gained, he admired the city for its beauty, even if it was just another soul farm that he harvests for its souls*
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Al cocked an eyebrow. "Whatever, Captain Cursewords. Didn't realise that it was that time of the month..." Al looked around to make sure they were still not being followed, and continued walking.
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(I'm probably late asf but here it is
Character sheet:
Name: Jack "Madness" Napier
Gender: Male
Species: Fox\Cat
Faction: Demon Merc
Clothing: same as profile pic
Weapons and equipment: Mostly uses knives except for when he wants info then he uses buzzers and the sorts.
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): My own leader
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((Once again. Just. Al. There is a difference. They are different OCs. :| ))
"So long as I get what I came here for... I'll agree to those terms. As for why you might be getting chased around... A nephilim can be used for a whole lot. Plenty of rituals and enchantments require a nephilim... or their blood. Most manage to get by with just plain old angel blood, but certain things require... specifics." Al cracked his neck and looked around. "We've stayed out in the open for too long. Let's move before someone notices it's you."
Clare cocked an eyebrow, walking beside Alka. "Hey, you'd cuss too if stuff got forced out of your body every month," she said, putting her hands behind her head.
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(( T_T That one was on purpose.))
Al chuckled. "First off, I do curse. Second off, I'm fairly certain I shed more blood than the average female does every month. But, unlike Crest over here, I don't bleed out of my crotch. Third off, and this is a question that concerns all of us, why are you in this realm?"
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(.... What? o-o I'm honestly not sure what you're talking about.)
Clare sighed and smiled at Alka. "... I can tell you, but I would appreciate it if we could get inside first," she asked.
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(Name = Al NOT Alka :P ))
Al nodded. "It's not too far now..." He made a right turn down an alleyway and gave a final look around.
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(Name = Al NOT Alka :P ))
Al nodded. "It's not too far now..." He made a right turn down an alleyway and gave a final look around.
Clare glanced around as well. "... You're clear," she said to AL.
(X3 got it.)
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((xD))
Al nodded as he pulled a pair of keys out and approached a door on the left. "Can never be too careful..." After unlocking the door he opened it and let it slide out as far as it could, before looking at Crest. "You stay out here. Come through the door, and a knife gets thrown at your head. Got it?"
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While Al talked to Crest, Clare slipped inside, loosening the straps of her backpack.
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The inside was fairly dull. It was a single, large room with no painted walls, a small kitchen to one side, a rack for his weapons on another and a toilet room opposite the kitchen. There is a large couch in the center with an old wooden table in front of it. The door was closest to the toilet room, which was just a toilet with a sink. The kitchen had the bare necessities of being called a kitchen; A fridge, a cook top, a bench and an oven. It also had a microwave and boiler on the cook top. A single light above the couch lit up the entire room, and kept it all fair.
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I've seen worse, Clare thought, looking around anyway.
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(I'm probably late asf but here it is
Character sheet:
Name: Jack "Madness" Napier
Gender: Male
Species: Fox\Cat
Faction: Demon Merc
Clothing: same as profile pic
Weapons and equipment: Mostly uses knives except for when he wants info then he uses buzzers and the sorts.
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): My own leader
((For Merc you must be mortal and must PM me first. Please delete post and we can talk about this over PMs))
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"That could be the issue. Just confused why it would come here, and interfere at all... Maybe greedy and wants all souls" She thought for a moment "They often come and go, not fond of the mortal realm that's for sure, they prefer the underworld. But I've heard the reaper has been sticking around. A few sightings of it" Zaida finished.
Acon sighed before she shook her head. "This is either going to turn out very bad or very good. I mean... Oi. I don't know, but I think I wanna figure out what it's doing here and what it's plans might be." She paused a moment to think this over. "Sightings? Where, exactly has it been sighted?"
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Zaida gave a light shrug "Well...it isn't in one area, but just lurking around the city it seems." She huffed. "I haven't heard an exact area." The Vexū added.
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Acon scrunched up her nose as she thought of a plan. "I think we should try to track it down. See what it's up to. I'm kind of curious." She chuckled, tapping a claw to her chin.
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Zaida nods, before levitating to her feet. luckily the park now empty since it was late at night. "That's what I've been doing, studying every anthro I see. It's been forever since I've met a reaper... Since I was actually little." She said softly.
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*red looked around, still no death yet. he sighed before looking at a drunken fur walk out of a bar, he sighed 'this obviously won't end well'*
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Name: Jack "Madness" Napier
Gender: Male
Species: Fox\Cat
Faction: Neither
Clothing: just like profile pic.
Weapons and equipment: Uses knives and random weapons like a baseball bat shocker or crazy things
Rank: Fallen God- Madness God (Approved by Crest)
Other: Has the ability to drive people insane from just being around him. Easy with humans but hard with demons and even harder with pure angels. He can turn opponents against each other by just driving them crazy same as with insane it get hard to do it with some things. He enjoys pain to an extent since he can't really be harmed he enjoys it when he is. Doesn't feel remorse and has no feelings for any life form weather it be demons, angels, or humans. Will meddle with lower affairs to try and spread chaos. Will pull random things out of his pockets when he searches through them think of santas bag just can't pull anything op like a miniature fireball of death
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Acon rolled the sleeves of her leather jacket up and cracked her long, thin fingers. "Perfect. Then we should have no problem tracking this reaper."
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'Jack walked down the road counting his fingers.' "This little piggy went to the store." 'He starts laughing when he finishes and looks up from his hands.' "Wait where am I ohhhh mortal world I would know that like anything else. Hahahaha maybe I might be able to make a new war inside the war that would be fun. Or I could pretend to help one of the factions act like I'm being nice." 'Jack falls down and laughs so long that he had to get back up while he laughed.' "Oh man I make myself laugh to hard." 'Jack continues down the road muttering to himself and laughing then his mood would change to very serious but then back again to happy.'
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"But again the reaper isn't doing anything... Yet at least." she huffed. "But of course keep an eye out..." The Vexū said. "How things been? Life, War, all those things." Zaida asked leaning against the large tree.
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'Jack reaches a park and looks into it seeing a giant tree and decides to take a stroll through and try and clear his thoughts.' "Wait a minute I'm trying to clear my thoughts what?" 'Jack busts out laughing but walks towards the tree seeing to figures standing up there one seeming to be floating but then went back to the ground he thought it a trick of the mind until he reached the top and saw who it was. Jack stared at the two with a grin creeping up his face.' "This is gona be fun." 'He says to himself.'
(Messed up sorry I'm supposed to be where you and Zaida are)
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Acon crossed her arms over her chest before she chuckled. "Things are going just as planned. For me at least. I don't know about the other factions, but I think my soldiers are doing just as well as I hoped."
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(Sorry I vanished without a trace, y'all. I fell asleep cause tired and stuff)
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Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn
Gender: Male
Species: Raccoon
Faction: Demons
Clothing: Black longcoat, a white undershirt, and black pants. No shoes.
Weapons and equipment: One revolver, made from the flesh and hatred of lesser demons, and a katana forged in the blood of Baphomet. Keeps an inverted black cross on a golden chain around his neck.
Rank: Lesser demon.
((Sorry I'm late. Work and such. Is this okay?))
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Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn
Gender: Male
Species: Raccoon
Faction: Demons
Clothing: Black longcoat, a white undershirt, and black pants. No shoes.
Weapons and equipment: One revolver, made from the flesh and hatred of lesser demons, and a katana forged in the blood of Baphomet. Keeps an inverted black cross on a golden chain around his neck.
Rank: Lesser demon.
((Sorry I'm late. Work and such. Is this okay?))
(You're in. Congrats)
Post Merge: February 19, 2016, 02:29:24 PM
Victor: *After his fight with Kro he decided to wonder the streets again, he kept to the shadows and used his magic to get around quicker, he was slightly annoyed about Papyrus but he got over it,*
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((Um... Crest, I did have Al speak to you earlier :P))
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((Did you? Sorry Al. What page?))
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(Also, Alka, Clare walked inside...)
Clare looked over her shoulder at Al. "Are you still there?" she asked. "You've been quiet."
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(New character)
Name: Jewpawno
Gender: Male
Race: Alligator
Clothes: Orange prison pants, thick hiking boots, chains around his ankles. Then a worn gas mask, hand wraps and a necklace with a locket.
Weapons: A sledgehammer and a make shift jacket with a buzz saw at the end.
Fraction: Human
Rank: mercenary
Powers: He was trapped in a terrible prison that beat him black and blue. Then due to demon and angel blood being mixed with him. He has minor self regeneration but for small cuts, takes minutes, bigger wounds hours, and if fatal then days. Now other inhancments are, increased speed, strength, endurance. Now that is all fine and dandy. But he isn't all the way in there and has to fight himself half the time due to the struggle of two minds. So when the blood lust or pain becomes too much. He throws himself into a blinding fury that seems that time slows down for him.[size=78%] But the draw back comes when he is done and loses all his energy. So he passes out and becomes defenseless in his slumber to regain his strength.[/size]
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((Accepted Rasha!))
Victor: *was playing with his magic in the allys*
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((Probs page 4, but screw it :P))
Al walked inside and closed the door. "Make yourself at home. Or, well, make yourself at hideout at least." He walked over to the kitchen and put some water in the boiler, before setting it to 80 degrees and turning it on.
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A small rift opened in the park, and Ray shot out like a cannonball. He rolled across the grass for a few feet, before standing up and dusting himself off.
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((Probs page 4, but screw it :P ))
Al walked inside and closed the door. "Make yourself at home. Or, well, make yourself at hideout at least." He walked over to the kitchen and put some water in the boiler, before setting it to 80 degrees and turning it on.
Clare nodded and took a seat on the couch. "... Are we safe here?" she asked, unzipping her bag.
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"Course we are. One way in, one way out. Anyone I don't recognise walk through that door, they don't end up walking back." Al poured two cups of hot water and put a bag of earl grey tea in. "Don't count on coming back here. Or sleeping here. If you do want to stick with me, we lose the other two, and we head back to my house." He walked over to the couch and a cup in Clare's direction.
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"Course we are. One way in, one way out. Anyone I don't recognise walk through that door, they don't end up walking back." Al poured two cups of hot water and put a bag of earl grey tea in. "Don't count on coming back here. Or sleeping here. If you do want to stick with me, we lose the other two, and we head back to my house." He walked over to the couch and a cup in Clare's direction.
Clare carefully accepted the cup, looking over at Al. "... I don't get why they had to have the war here," she said.
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Al took a seat and sipped at his tea. "Eh. I'd imagine it just means this planet isn't worth much in the 'grander' scheme of things. Anyway, we best not waste time. I'm sure you have more important things to do, save getting shot in the arm a few more times. What's a person like you, doing getting involved in the war? Hell, what's a person like you doing on this planet?"
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Al took a seat and sipped at his tea. "Eh. I'd imagine it just means this planet isn't worth much in the 'grander' scheme of things. Anyway, we best not waste time. I'm sure you have more important things to do, save getting shot in the arm a few more times. What's a person like you, doing getting involved in the war? Hell, what's a person like you doing on this planet?"
Clare sipped her tea and sighed, looking down at her feet. "Well... My history's complicated," she said. "You see, my mother was a demon and my father was an angel, so technically speaking I don't belong in either faction. However, I don't really belong with other species either... but this was the realm I found that had others close to my appearance..." Clare looked into Al's eyes and grinned a little. "Also, they're rather good at making warm drinks here."
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Al shrugged. "Just warm water with a bag of leaves. Nothing skilful about it." He maintained a completely straight face, not making eye contact with Clare at all as he watched the door and sipped his tea. "Alright, makes sense. Say... have you ever heard of a fox named Kitani? A male?"
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Name: Bailey Stowe
Gender: Male
Species: Coyote
Faction: Human
Clothing: White Lab Coat, Yellow Tie, Tan Slacks, and Black Shoes
Weapons and equipment: Webley Revolver
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): Scientist (Is that even a rank?)
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Al shrugged. "Just warm water with a bag of leaves. Nothing skilful about it." He maintained a completely straight face, not making eye contact with Clare at all as he watched the door and sipped his tea. "Alright, makes sense. Say... have you ever heard of a fox named Kitani? A male?"
Clare cocked an eyebrow. "Kitani?"
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Al sighed. "Nah, you probably haven't. Just getting my hopes up I suppose..." His face seemed to turn somewhat solemn before he shook his head and returned to the straight expression he had before. "Moving on... Who's side are you actually on? When it comes down to it, who'll you fight against?
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Name: Bailey Stowe
Gender: Male
Species: Coyote
Faction: Human
Clothing: White Lab Coat, Yellow Tie, Tan Slacks, and Black Shoes
Weapons and equipment: Webley Revolver
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): Scientist (Is that even a rank?)
((It is now. Your accepted. Can probably make some kick ass weapons too))
Crest: *Crest waited outside of the house waiting for Al and Clare to finish*
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Al sighed. "Nah, you probably haven't. Just getting my hopes up I suppose..." His face seemed to turn somewhat solemn before he shook his head and returned to the straight expression he had before. "Moving on... Who's side are you actually on? When it comes down to it, who'll you fight against?
Clare kept thinking. "... Is he human?" she asked, looking at Alka.
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((Crest how do I join in?))
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((It's up to you really. Either wait until a character is free. I have a Angel and demon free. Or you can do something on your lonesome. Your choice,))
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Al shook his head. "'Was', is more precise."
((Please no interfering with what me and Clare are doing right now. I don't have the power to stop you, but it would be nice if you didn't.))
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((I do. And yeah they're doing something at the mo so leave them as they are))
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Clare nodded slowly. "... Angel or Demon, then?" she asked.
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Al shrugged. "I haven't seen or talked to him since he died. Could be either. I would suspect an angel though." Al's right eye twitched. "But enough about him. Answer the question."
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((I wasn't going to do that in the first place anyway, don't worry.))
The dime lights illuminated in Bailey's work room, the stench of blood and mucus could be smelt. Bailey was standing over an operation table, scalpel in hand, staring at the lifeless corpse of what was a Demon. "Just like humans... They have the same anatomy as us. Heart is in the same place, the stomach is in the same place... But what makes us different is the things you can do, that I can't. Why can you fly? Why can you regenerate limbs?" He paced around the room staring at the ground. He stopped in his tracks and sighed, he walked up to the corpse and checked it's pulse. he then put a tarp over its body and walked out of the room.
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After collecting his thoughts, Ray shuffled off, hoping to find someone who could give him any sort of information. The eye on his revolver looked about hungrily, staring at the souls of those passing by.
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((I gotta go. My nan has been Ill for a while so we check on her every Saturday. No WiFi. And now it isn't deadly more like a flu.))
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Al shrugged. "I haven't seen or talked to him since he died. Could be either. I would suspect an angel though." Al's right eye twitched. "But enough about him. Answer the question."
Clare took another long sip of her tea, then set her cup down. "... I'm not really fighting on a side, per se," she said. "That being said, if anyone tries to attack me... I would only knock out a human."
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Al nodded. "Now, here comes the tough question. Do you really want to entrust your safety to Crest over there. Or do you have other plans. Don't worry... I'm very good at keeping my mouth shut. That, and I plan to take his head when the time is right."
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Al nodded. "Now, here comes the tough question. Do you really want to entrust your safety to Crest over there. Or do you have other plans. Don't worry... I'm very good at keeping my mouth shut. That, and I plan to take his head when the time is right."
Clare cocked her head. "Is that so?" she said. "Then I guess I'll trust in you."
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Al cocked an eyebrow. "I only say that's a good choice, because if it wasn't, you wouldn't love long enough to regret it. I can provide you with a place to stay, but I have rules and conditions." Al sipped at his tea again.
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Clare sipped hers and carefully set the cup down. "Alright. Name them."
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Al set his tea down after downing the rest of it. "One: If I catch wind that you let anyone know where I live, you best not show your face there, or anywhere on this earth. Two: We work as a team, but if anyone calls the shots, it's gonna be me. Three: Try not to use to much of anything. Food, electricity, water. I'm not made of money, and neither are you by the looks of things. That is all."
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Al set his tea down after downing the rest of it. "One: If I catch wind that you let anyone know where I live, you best not show your face there, or anywhere on this earth. Two: We work as a team, but if anyone calls the shots, it's gonna be me. Three: Try not to use to much of anything. Food, electricity, water. I'm not made of money, and neither are you by the looks of things. That is all."
Clare nodded. "Alright... sounds fair enough," she said. "But don't disregard my armor... I'm more protected than I look." The wolf stretched gently, flexing her muscles a bit.
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Crest: *Sat outside the house and sighed* Jesus Christ what's taking them so long. I have shit to do to.
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Al nodded. "Right. Anyway, I do have one final question for you... Why suddenly trust me?"
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"That's good, just here to watch make sure the world isn't destroyed... Not sure if I'll ever join a faction" she huffed softly.
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'Jack walks up to Zaida and her friend.' "Well would we look at this we got the darkness goddess, looking great by the way. And the big bad demon. So I'm sure neither of you know me but you can call me Jack." 'Jack extends his right hand with the buzzer making sure to conceal it towards Zaida.' "Its great to meet you." 'He says with a wide grin.'
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Al nodded. "Right. Anyway, I do have one final question for you... Why suddenly trust me?"
Clare fixed Alka with her purple eyes. "Because, out of all the people I've met so far in this city, you're the only one so far who hasn't tried to recruit me, interrogate me, capture me, or kill me," she said. "Also, if I'm totally honest... I find you rather intriguing."
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"I know you are the madness god if I am correct" Zaida went ahead and grabbed his paw firmly. The shock going through her hand and arm. However she continued to shake holding a serious expression. "Clever, but I have a high pain threshold... This is a tickle to me." she said before dropped his hand crossing her arms over her chest. "What is your purpose, Jack? Besides attempting to shock me..."
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"Hmh that was unexpected." 'He took the buzzer off and put it into his pocket.' "Well my purpose here is simple I just want to make chaos and "Darkness" envelop this small world. See I believe in one simple thing and that is nothing." 'Jack smiles widely.' "Oh and Madness. Yes I believe that is a real thing can't you feel it tickle you trying to get into your head its next to impossible to take you into my realm of insanity but I still have a chance oh but I know your demon friend over there can feel it pretty good, can't you?" 'Jack looks at the demon.' "Oh haha I forgot her let me see." 'Jack goes digging through his pockets pulling out all kinds of trinkets and things.' "oh here it is!" 'he pulls out a glow stick and taps Zaida with it.'
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Bailey sat behind his desk, he pondered for a few minutes before standing up, "Ain't gonna get anything done from standing around doing nothing." He grabbed his white lab coat and walked outside.
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The Vexū eyes slightly narrowed to the god, while leaning against the tree. Her arms still crossed and tail wrapping around the tree. "I already lost half of it, shouldn't bother trying. I'm not a great person when I loose all sanity. Luckily the moon saves me" she said before the glow stick tapped the tip of her snout, she flinched before huffing.
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"Hmh well if I already lost it that's why its next to impossible to hurt me but there is one way that I'm not telling. Awww that glow stick didn't do anything I was expecting you to like freak out or something haha." 'Jack laughs and taps her with it again.'
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Bailey was walking fast down the street when he saw the group of people. He stopped in his tracks and stared, he wandered towards them then stopped again, "Hello there. Lovely evening."
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Zaida huffed rubbing her snout "I'd like for you to-" she flinched and hissed with annoyance "stop!" Her teeth slightly bared and what seemed to be pupils flashed in her eyes before leaving them pupil-less once more, the Vexū snatched the glow stick and chucked it. She took a deep breath sighing through her nose, holding between her snout.
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*Red walked towards the group*"Whats this huge pow-wow about?"
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"Whoops I made her mad." 'Jack sits down giggling.' "So any more interrogation officer?" 'Jack looks up at her with a devilish smile creeping across his face.' "oh those are some crazy teeth think you could maybe bite me haha."
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"Oh jesus you made her mad. I think we need to do some breathing techniques. Here do it with me, breath in... Breath out." He started to breath in and out.
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*Red sighed hearing madness, he pinched his nose thinking 'This is the reason he gets hit by things'*
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"That's what they're meant for..." she hissed lightly, her long tongue escaping her mouth to lick the top of her snout before sliding back in. Here ears leaned back, as two more anthro's arrived. "I'm not mad, annoyed... And don't plan to destroy a perfectly good park besides its for the children." Zaida huffed lightly.
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'Jack crosses his arms and looks behind him.' "oh is that a human I see?" 'Jack stands up and walks over to Metal.' "Do you feel it the madness seeping into you?" 'Jack turns back towards Zaida.' "Wait so no bite?"
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*Red atarted walking away, as he thought, again 'I'm going to my realm, hopefully none of these guy following me...' he sighed through his nose before looking at the sky*
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Al nodded. "Right. Anyway, I do have one final question for you... Why suddenly trust me?"
Clare fixed Alka with her purple eyes. "Because, out of all the people I've met so far in this city, you're the only one so far who hasn't tried to recruit me, interrogate me, capture me, or kill me," she said. "Also, if I'm totally honest... I find you rather intriguing."
Al cocked an eyebrow. "Well... I try." He chuckled softly as a small grin crossed his lips. "Alright. You can break the news sergeant suck-ass out there. We'll need to move now if you want a place to stay."
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(( Wait. I'm a human? Ohhhh noooooo... I didn't mean to do that. :I))
"My friend... I have no idea what your talking about, I just saw two people in a park at night. And I wanted to investigate."
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'Jack turns back to Metal.' "Wait your not human gash you must still feel it the madness?"
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Clare nodded and zipped up her backpack, then finished her tea and stood, slinging the pack over her shoulder. "Okay then," she said. "He doesn't seem too bad, though... maybe we can convince people instead of killing them."
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Bailey sighed, "I guess I do... Living in this world makes me fell more mad by the day." He rubbed the side of his head.
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Al got up and stretched. "I'm better at sharp quips than I am with deplomacy. If he makes any move to threaten you then, im disabling him... Possibly permanently." Al checked his weapon count before he walked over to the door.
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Crest- oh my god! *he says bored* can they hurry up.
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Al got up and stretched. "I'm better at sharp quips than I am with deplomacy. If he makes any move to threaten you then, im disabling him... Possibly permanently." Al checked his weapon count before he walked over to the door.
Clare checked to make sure she left nothing behind before following Al. "Let me talk to him, then," she said, getting close to Al from the side.
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"That was the plan, partner." Al opened the door and stepped aside to let Clare pass through.
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Crest- *crest waited outside and saw the door open* about time!
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Clare walked out and bowed slightly to Crest. "While your request is kind, and while I agree that your planet should not be messed with, I will be traveling with Al for the time being," she said.
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Crest- what! *he said, aggravated. He soon calmed down* I knew I shouldn't have let him talk to you first. Good mind games and all. *he sighed and walked off* if you attack me I'll have to kill ya. *is the last thing you hear him say*
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While rubbing his head, Bailey turned around and walked away. He didn't want to deal with people at that moment. He stepped onto the side walk and stopped. Bailey looked at the sky and frowned, "Soon... I will end this Demon and Angel madness." then he slowly walked down the side walk.
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Al shrugged. "All I did was ask a few questions and give her tea. Never knew that counted as mind games..." Al looked around before he began moving out of the alleyway. "It's a small walk away from here, but there is room for the both of us to live comfortably."
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Crest- *Crest sighed * I'm sum a s£@& leader! *he says rubbing his head* I had one job and I gone f@&@£d it up.
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Crest- what! *he said, aggravated. He soon calmed down* I knew I shouldn't have let him talk to you first. Good mind games and all. *he sighed and walked off* if you attack me I'll have to kill ya. *is the last thing you hear him say*
Clare nodded, watching Crest go. "I'll help you pack," she said. "... Is he new to this?"
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Al shook his head. "Crest has been in this game long enough... Poor bastard still doesn't realise that the humans don't have a chance at winning this. Not unless we throw everything we've got at the demons and angels." The monfolfgle looked both was before he started walking down the path. "We best make sure he doesn't decide to follow us..."
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Al shook his head. "Crest has been in this game long enough... Poor bastard still doesn't realise that the humans don't have a chance at winning this. Not unless we throw everything we've got at the demons and angels." The monfolfgle looked both was before he started walking down the path. "We best make sure he doesn't decide to follow us..."
Clare followed behind Al. "I'll keep an ear trained behind us," she said. "Also, don't worry... if we can't lose him, I could just seduce him and knock him out." She grinned jokingly at the other man. "My mother was a succubus, after all."
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Al rolled his eyes. "And what, your father was some unlucky arch-Angel which just happened to fall for and impregnate your mother?" He flapped his small eagle wings once and stretched out as they walked.
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(.... What the heck's a monfolfgle?)
Clare cocked an eyebrow. "To be honest... I'm not quite sure what sort of angel my father was," she said. "My mother never told me."
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Crest" *Crest entered a church and went to the end. He sighed and sat down* Jesus Christ. *He says rubbing his forehead*
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(Shame on you, using the Lord's name in vain in a church. XP )
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((MONkey-Fox-wOLF-eaGLE = MONFOLFGLE. Special hyper breed made for killing.))
Al continued walking. "Heh. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not sure who or what my real parents were." He occasionally checked their surroundings, eyeing anyone that was looking at them for too long.
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((MONkey-Fox-wOLF-eaGLE = MONFOLFGLE. Special hyper breed made for killing.))
Al continued walking. "Heh. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not sure who or what my real parents were." He occasionally checked their surroundings, eyeing anyone that was looking at them for too long.
Clare lowered her ears slightly, but kept alert. "... I'm sorry," she whispered, ready to pull out diplomacy if required.
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Crest- *Crest sat in the church, he went to the Jesus statue. One that is in most churches* So buddy. How you holding up. We did some Bastard things but i mean...... we dont deserve this. *he growls and punches the statue, cracking it a small bit* We never deserved this. Oh. And Lucifer you're not off the hook either.
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'Jack turns back to Zaida.' "So miss higher up, what do y'all do for fun around here? Cause everyone is so serious all over this tiny war come on have a little fun while your at it. Plus I think you need to smile more I'm sure your smile looks great same for you friend." 'Jack nods at the demon.'
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She chuckled coldly her glowing eyes looking at Jack, it would give chills down people's necks and backs "It is a war, if I recall there is no fun in war..." She hissed under her breath. "Besides I have work to do... And must eat." she said standing straight and heading back hoping to find a wandering anthro.
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Acon eyed Jack critically before she turned up her nose and walked away from him with a sassy swing to her step.
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'Jack smiled and walked alongside Zaida.' "There can be fun in everything. Oh and I know this great Chinese food place around the corner we can go there and talk about your work haha."
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Crest- *Crest walked towards where Zaida and Jack were. Unknowingly of course* what to do now ?
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Aconitum placed her paws on her hips as she moved, thinking of a plan.
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Crest- *Crest saw the demon and God's. He sighed deeply not wanting to get caught up in there things. He tries tow walk by unnoticed. *
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"I like raw food, I have a strong bloodlust~" She hissed soothingly a hint of a growl, walking besides Aconitum trying to keep her patience with the two males. "Unless you two know how to act... i suggest you leave us be. We don't want to babysit children." She said snapping her neck allowing her head to look at Jack with her teal eyes, spotting another anthro from the corner of her eyes.
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Ray, feeling threatened suddenly as he walked the streets, turned quickly, his revolver drawn. In his other paw, held in reverse was his sword, pulsing with a slight red light. He started backwards, watching as many directions as possible. "Who's out there?!"
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Acon snorted as she threw a snarky look over her shoulder at the two. "Agreed." Just then, she noticed Crest and flashed him a wide, toothy grin.
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Crest- *Crest jumped backwards sighing,* Well. S#@$
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*Red sat in his realm, looking at all the reaper puns he could find*
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"Well we could get the food raw or some sushi how's that sound? Haha babysit me oh your real funny you know that." 'Jack wiped his eyes and smiled at Zaida.'
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Ray suddenly loosed a shot into the streets, his ears swiveling like crazed radar dishes. To the observer, he acted like a deranged drug addict, or a mental patient. But to him, whispers and screams plagued his consciousness.
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Clare most likely did not realize that this was going on; however, she did feel a bit uneasy for no reason.
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Name: Razuel Pyrais Dracon
Nickname: (if applicable) Raz, The Saltus Venator.
Age: 21
Species: Dragon
Gender: Male
Good/Evil: Neutral-Good
Rank: Hunter
Faction/Side: Human
Appearance: Curved spikes along spine and 2 horns on head, Mostly Dark grey, Underbelly and underside of wings is red.
Clothing: a black Trench Coat, a White long-sleeve shirt, Black tactile pants, Lightweight steel-toed boots
Weapons: a demonic Damascus steel Broad sword, and a rapid fire crossbow
Skills: Stealthy even when running at full sprint, Excellent aim, hand-hand combat, basic Survival skills in all terrains, 1st aid, Trap building.
Powers:
Fire manipulation
Night Vision, and Stealthiness
Can manipulate the minds of living beings
Ability to change between a feral Dragon and a Anthro one
Ability to move at high speeds
Strengths: Excellent People skills, able to think quickly in tight situations.
Weaknesses: Can be Blunt at times, but means well, is sometimes reckless when fighting, and is sometimes reckless when journeying into new places.
Extras: He lives in a valley within a forest near the city within a fortified wood/Brick Cabin, with various traps surrounding his general area (i.e. Snags, Bear traps, knock out spores, and spike holes and pits.)
((Powers are not allowed for mortals. You should have given me a PM. Please delete and pm me the application ))
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Name: Razuel Pyrais Dracon
Nickname: (if applicable) Raz, Saltus Venator.
Age: 21
Species: Dragon
Gender: Male
Good/Evil: Neutral-Good
Rank: Hunter
Faction/Side: Human
Appearance: Curved spikes along spine and 2 horns on head, Mostly Dark grey, Underbelly and underside of wings is red.
Clothing: a black Trench Coat, a White long-sleeve shirt, Black tactile pants, Lightweight steel-toed boots, and shoulder guards.
Weapons: a Demonic-looking Damascus steel Broad sword, and a rapid fire crossbow
Skills: Stealthy even when running at full sprint, Excellent aim, hand-hand combat, basic Survival skills in all terrains, 1st aid, Trap building, Ability to move at high speeds
Strengths: Excellent People skills, able to think quickly in tight situations.
Weaknesses: Can be Blunt at times, but means well, is sometimes reckless when fighting, and is sometimes reckless when journeying into new places.
Extras: He lives in a valley within a forest near the city within a fortified wood/Brick Cabin, with various traps surrounding his general area (i.e. Snags, Bear traps, knock out spores, and spike holes and pits.)
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Name: Razuel Pyrais Dracon
Nickname: (if applicable) Raz, Saltus Venator.
Age: 21
Species: Dragon
Gender: Male
Good/Evil: Neutral-Good
Rank: Hunter
Faction/Side: Human
Appearance: Curved spikes along spine and 2 horns on head, Mostly Dark grey, Underbelly and underside of wings is red.
Clothing: a black Trench Coat, a White long-sleeve shirt, Black tactile pants, Lightweight steel-toed boots, and shoulder guards.
Weapons: a Demonic-looking Damascus steel Broad sword, and a rapid fire crossbow
Skills: Stealthy even when running at full sprint, Excellent aim, hand-hand combat, basic Survival skills in all terrains, 1st aid, Trap building, Ability to move at high speeds
Strengths: Excellent People skills, able to think quickly in tight situations.
Weaknesses: Can be Blunt at times, but means well, is sometimes reckless when fighting, and is sometimes reckless when journeying into new places.
Extras: He lives in a valley within a forest near the city within a fortified wood/Brick Cabin, with various traps surrounding his general area (i.e. Snags, Bear traps, knock out spores, and spike holes and pits.)
((Accepted! Congrats!))
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'Razuel was doing his daily trap check around the perimeter of his forested property, and was just finishing his final trap check.' "Allright, and that was the last one." 'He looked down at a notepad and began scrawling down his findings' "Okay, so, 2 large rodents captured and killed, m'kay, trap #9 has become rusty, but is now fixed, and Cave Squall has collapsed, cause?, Large beasts have possibly battled, and one is injured, aaand..." 'He then put the notepad back in his pocket' "...the stone path to the Cabin has finally been finished, and that is the end of my errands, time to head home." 'When Razuel arrived home he made a small meal, locked the entrances, and took a nap.' "Well I guess I'll head to town later, or to-*yawns*-morrow..."
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Al shook his head. "No need to be." At hearing the shot Ray fired he jumped slightly and looked in the direction of the shot. "This is not good... We need to get you home, on the double and then... I'm going to go check out whoever is doing that." Al's pace began to pick up as he watched the street signs.
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'A few hours passed and Razuel woke up.' "*Yawning and stretching* aah, that was nice..." 'Razuel looked over at his open cabinets.' "...but it seems that I may need to make a supply run into town." 'Razuel put all of his gear on, and a small satchel for the supplies, then set off towards the town, and as he neared to the entrance he saw a small plume of smoke from the city.' "Well that's just great." 'Razuel then pulled out his sword and sped past the fleeing citizens getting ever closer to the gunshot site.'
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Al shook his head. "No need to be." At hearing the shot Ray fired he jumped slightly and looked in the direction of the shot. "This is not good... We need to get you home, on the double and then... I'm going to go check out whoever is doing that." Al's pace began to pick up as he watched the street signs.
Clare cocked an eyebrow. "... I assume you have some reason for taking me to your house instead of bringing me along as backup?" she said.
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"Not really. You need rest, and rest you shall. Besides, I don't plan to be fighting anyone. Just get a scope of the situation." Al continued down until he made a left and pointed to a large complex of apartments. "Alright. Here we are..." He slowed down a little to make sure no one was following him.
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Clare nodded, also taking a look around with her senses. "Alright," she said. "Just don't get killed, okay?"
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'Razuel went from a sprint into a low-fast flight, gliding over the crowds of people.' "...Almost there..." 'Razuel thought to himself'
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Al grinned. "Surviving is my specialty, Clare." He walked up to one of the doors on the ground floor and unlocked the door, letting it slide all the way open as he waited for Clare to enter
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Clare nodded and tentatively entered the apartment.
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The apartment was a bit nicer. Fairly basic living conditions, with white painted walls. It had a living room with a table, couch and TV in it, a dining area close to the living room and a better stocked kitchen next to the dining area. It also had two bedrooms, a bathroom with a shower and a laundry. "Make yourself at home, but remember. No using too much, and no telling anyone this is where I live." With that, Al closed the door behind him and headed off in pursuit of the gun shot
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Bailey was walking down the street when he heard the gunshot. He stopped in his tracks and looked around, his hand reached into his coat and pulled out a revolver. He let it rest to his side and began to walk towards the direction of the gun shot.
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Ray had stumbled backwards into an empty alleyway, and after a few moments, he had seated himself against a dumpster, holding his head.
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Sama'el climbed over a low wall and dropped onto all fours, looking about with a hideous rictus grin spread across his face. There seemed to be no angels about, but that didn't mean he was alone. Closing his eyes he listened and picked up the faint trace of a heartbeat and started to move towards it, unsure of who it belonged to.
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Sama'el climbed over a low wall and dropped onto all fours, looking about with a hideous rictus grin spread across his face. There seemed to be no angels about, but that didn't mean he was alone. Closing his eyes he listened and picked up the faint trace of a heartbeat and started to move towards it, unsure of who it belonged to.
((Did I miss your character sheet? If you don't have one delete this post and make one. Apologies for the inconvenience))
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Sama'el climbed over a low wall and dropped onto all fours, looking about with a hideous rictus grin spread across his face. There seemed to be no angels about, but that didn't mean he was alone. Closing his eyes he listened and picked up the faint trace of a heartbeat and started to move towards it, unsure of who it belonged to.
((Did I miss your character sheet? If you don't have one delete this post and make one. Apologies for the inconvenience))
I messaged it to you and you messaged me back saying it was good after a tweak. Did you want it posted here?
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((Yes please. Sorry I fogort I have a stupid amount of PMs. You don't mind do you?))
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Character sheet:
Name: Sama'el Aglæca
Gender: Male
Species: Kumiho
Faction: Demons
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Clothing: That is his natural form, and when it he wears nothing. The Kumiho can shift into other forms and dress himself up in illusory garments.
Weapons and equipment: The Kumiho sports mystical armor plates that cling to the base of his tails and drape across his hindquarters protecting his tails. When in an anthro form he tends to concentrate his power into a grisly looking scythe. The scythe releases a burst of viscious energy whenever it strikes something. When it meets flesh it drinks up bits of blood, but against Angels it begins siphoning off angelic essence, albeit, more slowly than it would blood. In this Reaper form he is more physically vulnerable, but he is rather lethal
Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): Often addressed by his ancient title of "Chief of the Dragons of Evil" How much truth is behind that title is unknown, but he does hold great sway
Powers:
Illusions and enchantments
Can sense heartbeats and uses it to target this delectable muscle
Can manipulate fire and create foxfire
Can adopt a semi-solid phantom like form that he uses to make silent approaches
When in this phantom form he can snatch unsuspecting and helpless targets and pull them away (Refer to the Wraith's Abduction ability in Evolve)
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((Okay cheers, I remember now!))
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'Razuel landed just a small distance away from where the gunshot came from, and as a precaution, he dipped into an empty store and watched the area, waiting to see if anyone else would show up.'
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Al continued in the direction of the gunshot. Who the hell is just randomly firing shots... Unless they were good enough to just use one to put whoever got in the way down...
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(Sorry I haven't posted)
"Ohhhh is that a human gun more importantly is that a human? Hey Zaida want to go check it out?" 'Jack looks at her and starts to walk toward the shot.'
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Crest- *Crest ignored the gunshot, he was used to them enough by now not to care. While it could be one of his men it very rarely was. He did however hear what Jack said, he gave him a sharp glance but said nothing*
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Ray looked up from his position on the ground, and was met with the horrifying visage of a hallucination. He yelped, and loosed another shot from his revolver, putting a fist-sized hole in the wall.
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Stopped at the end of an alleyway, he saw Ray sitting on the ground firing shots at nothing. "Hey kid? Are you okay?" He quickly ran up to him and tried to grab the gun from his hands.
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Zaida thought, the Vexū didn't mind the shot until the other fired, her ears stood up and tail whipped from the gunshot. "Hmm... Might as well see what's going on. Seems to be close" The goddess spoke softly heading down the street, as it seemed to have come just north of the city and not too far.
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"I think I may be taking my toll on these petty humans its so easy to corrupt there minds haha." 'Jack starts laughing as he follows Zaida towards the gunshot.'
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'Razuel ran out of the store to where the shot and saw Bailey, then quickly ran over to him and Ray.' "Hey, be careful!" 'When Razuel arrived over to Ray and Bailey, he pulled out a small elixer and attempted to feed it to Ray, and knocked the gun out of Ray's hand.' "Now don't be alarmed, this is a sedative, it will cause the mind to go into a type of paralysis."
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Zaida stopped in place for a split second as she spit a figure, seemingly a scalie who ran across the street into an alley It may be in that area.... "We're close." She said continuing forward down the street, curious of what was going on.
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"Yes we are hmh all these humans you might want to be ready to get away if I drive them all insane haha." 'Jack puts a hand on her shoulder.' "Just a little warning you know cause they are so gullible." 'He whispers into her ear as they round the corner to the alleyway.'
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"You can just call them mortals... It's rare to have human mortals." She replies. "And not all of them, being cocky is not going to get you that far. We are only investigating what is going on." She huffed lightly. Turning around the corner to spot the three, two surrounding the curled up coon.
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"I'm not being cocky hun I don't even have to try. Humans and them are all alike to me they are lower then low doing anything to get by they are annoying to but ill remember that from now on call them mortals." 'Jack laughs and smiles at her when they turn the corner and Jack sees the three mortals kneeling there one laying.' "Pitiful."
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((Can I remake my character please?))
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Al approached the alleyway and noticed Jack and Zaida standing nearby. There's her again... But who is with her...? A friend...? I best be careful and maintain my distance... I don't know what they're capable of... After thinking for a bit, Al crossed onto the other side of the street and loitered, watching what was happening in the alleyway
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'Razuel sniffed the air, Demons, he said to himself, he then picked up Ray, and then kept his back to the demons.' "Demons! This creature is not for your games!... Leave now... you've done enough to him already..." 'Razuel kept his back to the demons and just stood there with Ray in his arms.'
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"What are you talking about mortal we are not demons there are only humans around here other than me and my good friend here Zaida we are fallen gods haha." 'Jack prances forward and kneels next to the mortals.' "You must know of me at least I drive people insane. Probably what happened to this fellow right here." 'Jack pats Rays head and smiles.' "I did a good job on this one didn't I?"
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"Heh, so it was you that caused him pain... no matter, it does not excuse you for what you've done, besides he's already regaining a good mental state. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other places to go..." 'Razuel opened his wings, dropped a small puffy mushroom, and then blasted off into the skies with Ray still in his arms, he then headed towards the nearest Inn, booked a room and set Ray on the bed and sat on a chair beside the bed.'
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(Oh okay... :T guess that was just a waste of time, could have let me post until bolting.)
Zaida hissed. "Great, I could have helped until you scared him off." she huffed through her nose, her head down against her fluffy neck, the Vexū gave a sigh before she spoke "Stop abusing your power, start containing It Jack... And try to act at least a little sane." She said soothingly placing her hands in her pockets, facing away into the street and studying they're surroundings with her glowing teal eyes. "Now tell me, why have you become a fallen God?" Zaida asked snapping her neck to turn her head fully around.
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(True bruh could have waited a bit)
"Alright ill act a little better if you want. I don't really know why I became a fallen god I don't really remember my past but if I could id want it to be multiple choice haha... yeah I just woke up and drove my family insane just by being around them and then I was contacted by a demon telling me of my powers so I just took up my spot as a fallen god of madness and I enjoy it too." 'Jack walks over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder.' "Sometimes I wish I had an on and off switch for insanity but its part of me as much as I'm a part of it. I can't help most things actually haha." 'Jack giggles but quiets and looks at her smiling.'
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(.... Crest, you never messaged me the new character sheet. o-o)
Post Merge: February 23, 2016, 04:16:52 AM
The apartment was a bit nicer. Fairly basic living conditions, with white painted walls. It had a living room with a table, couch and TV in it, a dining area close to the living room and a better stocked kitchen next to the dining area. It also had two bedrooms, a bathroom with a shower and a laundry. "Make yourself at home, but remember. No using too much, and no telling anyone this is where I live." With that, Al closed the door behind him and headed off in pursuit of the gun shot
Clare sighed and gently set her bag down in the bathroom before stripping to take a shower.
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((Indeed. Try to pace yourself out a bit and not do a good 15 minutes worth of action in the span of one post.))
Al, having seen and heard everything, began walking away. Fallen god of madness... That explains my urge to kill everyone in the alleyway. Al watched to make sure no one was looking at him before he began running back to his apartment.
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((It was previously stated that nobody is aware of the whereabouts of Al's current apartment. I could go into plenty of reasons why, which include many illegal practises and false identities, but I'll leave it at you'd have to physically follow Al to his apartment. Something you wouldn't be able to do unless you recognised his scent and unique paw-print. I'll happily retract this statement if Crest says so :P))
After a few minutes of running, Al arrived back at his apartment and looked around to make sure he wasn't followed. All things considered... I may be going in over my head here... he thought idly as he unlocked the door and entered the apartment.
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Clare, having taken a short shower, was sitting on the couch, dressed in a full tank top and shorts. "Welcome back," she murmured, nodding once to Al. "Did you figure out who was shooting?"
(Gonna go to sleep now... sleep well, all. Goodnight.)
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((Nini Cif~))
Al took his Glaive-erang from his back and pulled the top part of his kimono off exposing a chest full of scars. "Yeah..." He walked over to the couch and sat down. "Some random fur. Carried quite the handgun..."
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((Nothing to see here, move along.))
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The Kumiho continued bounding down the street when suddenly he became aware of two different figures-and they were rather close. Sniffing at the air he smiled, a horrifying look on the creature's face. "Gods? Fallen ones, it seems.. I wonder where they stand in this.. Perhaps I should go make nice.." The words slipped out like a ghastly hissing whisper. As he came upon them he shifted into an upright form. His body shifted in a disturbing manner as bones and flesh shifted into the form of a scarred anthro fox.
The fox rounded the corner, his own magical energy being contained under a cloak of illusory. "Hello? Please tell me you two aren't part of this war.. I need help.." His face was limp with what looked like exhaustion and grief as he looked upon the fallen gods.
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(Sorry Ray, but razuel took you to an inn.)
Hearing someone approach, Zaida snapped her head. Her neck heard cracking until it was back in place. She faced the canine, a fox. Her glowing teal eyes looking into his "No, not now at least. I'm here to make sure the war doesn't destroy all...i like to remain neutral. However will jump in if things get out of hand" She replied to the demon in a soothing but cold voice. He jagged looking ears stood, and tail whipped the air gently as if it flowed in the wind.
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(Wow, I'm so late XD Sorry guys, I've been really distracted lately.)
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'Jack also looks up but smiles at the demon.' "No I'm my own army haha. Besides I don't really want to be involved with all of them to many serious people involved and well I can't be serious unless I have too." 'Jack pats Zaida on the back smiling.'
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(Dude your way to op)
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(Razuel. Al is a hybrid of multiple creatures, and your God moding. Alka said his apartment was hidden)
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(How...? Just... How?)
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(( :| Maybe if a keen sense of smell was one of his skills, it would be ok... But daaaaaamn.... Tracking a scent through that much terrain, and even managing to get a lock in a place he hasn't visited...? I don't think a mere mortal can handle that x_x))
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(Fr he is god nodding so hard right now maybe a fallen god could do that but a mortal just cant)
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Ray, when he came to, walked directly out of the inn, and out into the street. He had completely ignored the note, and continued to wander the city.
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((Lol, I just read back on all this ridiculous mush.))
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((what is even happening? Everyone is all over the place now))
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The scarred looking fox looked between them and seemed taken aback. "I should have known! You're two of the Fallen Gods! I'm sorry for intruding upon your conversation!" The anthro fox looked genuinely apologetic, a testament to the demon's theatrical skills. "I am glad that you're not involved in this any more than you have to be. The demons are awful beasts, but the angels can be savage when they want to be. I guess they're not called 'soldiers of god' for nothing." The fox chuckled and sat on the nearest object or bit of rubble he could find. "I don't suppose you've seen any around here?"
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'Jack starts to eye the strange fox thinking for once in his time.' This can't be a regular mortal he hasn't even made a movement as to just feeling like killing us. "Hmh yes so you must know who I am very well I mean I'm me and I know me and you should know me I mean you aren't a mortal after all haha." 'Jack smiles at the fox.' "You know what you need a dose of crazy I mean you haven't even been effected by my madness I just drove a mortal insane and I was a block away!"
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((Nini Cif~))
Al took his Glaive-erang from his back and pulled the top part of his kimono off exposing a chest full of scars. "Yeah..." He walked over to the couch and sat down. "Some random fur. Carried quite the handgun..."
Clare nodded once, stretching a little and leaning back. "What sort of handgun?" she asked. "More importantly... Are you alright?"
(.... o-o May be adding another character soon.)
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"I didn't get a close look at what type. Also, I doubt I'd be able to walk back if I got hit, considering that the pistol shot a decent hole in the wall..." Al stretched and started to put his weapons down on the rack.
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"I didn't get a close look at what type. Also, I doubt I'd be able to walk back if I got hit, considering that the pistol shot a decent hole in the wall..." Al stretched and started to put his weapons down on the rack.
Clare watched Al go about his business, finding him rather interesting. "... You certainly have a lot of scars," she said to him.
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"I've been in the game for a long time... Almost as long as I have lived." After he was done with his weapons he walked to the kitchen and splashed some water into his face
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"I've been in the game for a long time... Almost as long as I have lived." After he was done with his weapons he walked to the kitchen and splashed some water into his face
Clare looked down at herself and lifted her shirt a touch, frowning a bit at a scar on her stomach.
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After drying his face off, the monfolfgle fetched himself a protein shake from the fridge and open the small bottle. "Their testimonies to the amount of times I messed up, and it could've cost me my life."
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'Damn, I didn't think he'd notice this quickly. I figured if I didn't spend much time they wouldn't ask many questions. I suppose it's my own fault for being lazy with my performance. I'll have to watch this one..' The fox looked over with a look of confusion and mild distress. "Is that what this is? I've had this feeling of.. I don't know. It's like this feeling of rage mixed with manic euphoria. I'm just so tired.. I want to do things, but I just don't have it in me.. I wanna.." The fox fell forward onto his hands and knees, hoping that he was convincing enough. Sama'el was ready to escalate, acting like a stark raving lunatic was no strange feeling to him. His head darted back and forth and his eyes became more and more wide and glassy as the moments passed until he clutched his head and panted heavily.
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After drying his face off, the monfolfgle fetched himself a protein shake from the fridge and open the small bottle. "Their testimonies to the amount of times I messed up, and it could've cost me my life."
Clare looked up at Alka, blushing and letting her shirt drop. "... Well, um.... I'm glad that you didn't have to pay, then," she said, grinning shyly.
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Al cocked an eyebrow and proceeded to down the contents of the bottle in one go. An exasperated sigh escaped his mouth afterwards as he threw the bottle behind him, only to have it land perfectly in the bin. "Indeed."
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Al cocked an eyebrow and proceeded to down the contents of the bottle in one go. An exasperated sigh escaped his mouth afterwards as he threw the bottle behind him, only to have it land perfectly in the bin. "Indeed."
The Nephilim sighed and stood, then stretched hugely. "... You know, if I actually scarred up," she said, "I'd have a number of marks on me as well."
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"Right... And just what are you doing getting into fights..." He said as he walked over to the couch and took a seat.
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The wolf relaxed and padded over to the couch as well, sitting down beside him. "... I've been ganged up on a number of times since this war started," she said. "Since I'm not quite and angel and not quite a demon, I often get mistaken for one or the other." Clare smiled sadly. "It's taken all I can to survive... one time I even had to stuff my guts back in."
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Al gave her an impressed look. "Nice. Although, I'd prefer not to have to do that at any point of my life. Was hell trying to remove a harpoon from my stomach, so stuffing my guts back in... doubt I'd be able to live through that."
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Clare winced a little. "A harpoon?" she asked.
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Al chuckled softly and shook his head. "You don't want to know. Trust me on that."
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Ray, after walking for a while, struck out and punched a nearby building with enough force to rattle the windows. He stared at the back of his bleeding paw, and balled it into a tight fist, obviously upset. Why do these voices plague me? And these faces...I've never seen them, heard their voices, yet they come to me. Ray shouted in frustration, and shot his revolver at a parked car, pushing it onto the sidewalk.
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'Razuel's attempts at finding the Canine's home were false, so instead he just decided to wander the city and just sleep at an inn. Razuel went back over to the alleyway and searched that area for anything that would give him a lead.' "Even though BOTH of my leads turned out to be duds, I might aswell head back over to that alleyway, however that other couple that I met at both homes did give me some snacks, man, they sure were nice to me. 'Eats a snack whilst walking back to the alleyway.'
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Al chuckled softly and shook his head. "You don't want to know. Trust me on that."
"I'll take you up on that," Clare replied, looking up at the ceiling and sighing. "So... Since we're already talking about each other, what sorts of weapons do you use?"
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Al smiled, the topic peaking his interest. "I've trained to use a very large variety, including a few guns. I prefer much more... elegant methods although." He stood up and walked over to his weapons rack. "For starters, my knives." He holds up one of each variant. "I carry nine in total, and all of which can puncture flesh and light armor. They all double as close combat weaponry and throwing knives." He put them down and held up a katana, still in it's sheath. He unsheathed it slowly and ran a paw over the dull end of the blade. "Then, there are my dual katanas. Handed down my family line, these two blades have taken the lives of many. They're specially made to be stabbing, slicing and blocking weapons, and basically function as a much larger and more powerful knife." He sheathed the blade and put it back down. "And now, we have my favourite weapon. My custom glaive-erang." He held it towards Clare and spun it proudly. "This things is arguably the most deadly weapon in my arsenal. It can slice through multiple enemies at once, stab, block speedy projectiles - including bullets - and even comes back to me no matter how hard I throw it. If I do throw it though, I have to be wearing some specially made gloves to make sure I don't get sliced by it." He carefully returned it before pulling out a scroll. "For special occasions, I also have this. Open the scroll, press my blood to a mark and out pops a war hammer. Not gonna summon it in here, as it is as tall as I am. I mostly just use it on enemies that severally outnumber me or are bigger than me." He placed the scroll back down patted it softly before returning to the couch. "That's it. If I need to I can always pick up a pistol and blast them, but that's just too easy."
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Al smiled, the topic peaking his interest. "I've trained to use a very large variety, including a few guns. I prefer much more... elegant methods although." He stood up and walked over to his weapons rack. "For starters, my knives." He holds up one of each variant. "I carry nine in total, and all of which can puncture flesh and light armor. They all double as close combat weaponry and throwing knives." He put them down and held up a katana, still in it's sheath. He unsheathed it slowly and ran a paw over the dull end of the blade. "Then, there are my dual katanas. Handed down my family line, these two blades have taken the lives of many. They're specially made to be stabbing, slicing and blocking weapons, and basically function as a much larger and more powerful knife." He sheathed the blade and put it back down. "And now, we have my favourite weapon. My custom glaive-erang." He held it towards Clare and spun it proudly. "This things is arguably the most deadly weapon in my arsenal. It can slice through multiple enemies at once, stab, block speedy projectiles - including bullets - and even comes back to me no matter how hard I throw it. If I do throw it though, I have to be wearing some specially made gloves to make sure I don't get sliced by it." He carefully returned it before pulling out a scroll. "For special occasions, I also have this. Open the scroll, press my blood to a mark and out pops a war hammer. Not gonna summon it in here, as it is as tall as I am. I mostly just use it on enemies that severally outnumber me or are bigger than me." He placed the scroll back down patted it softly before returning to the couch. "That's it. If I need to I can always pick up a pistol and blast them, but that's just too easy."
Clare whistled. "Man... you're rather prepared," she said, standing up.
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'Upon arriving at the alleyway Razuel noticed some paw prints around where the previous commotion was.' "Hmm, they are in the shape of a canine, however the pads are... different... and it seems as though they lead out of the alleyway, and he took a left up the street..." 'Razuel began to walked up the street, occasionally finding the paw prints facing in different directions, it took him 3 hours until the prints ended at a street of apartments, and other houses and the occasional low wage store.' "...aaaannd, they stop here, facing these homes. Okay then, time to start searching." 'Razuel then started knocking on doors of houses on 1 side, and he went simply asked people of the description of the Creature, when he went to the apartments.'
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"Indeed I am." Al sighed. "How about you? Got as much of a arsenal as I have?"
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"Indeed I am." Al sighed. "How about you? Got as much of a arsenal as I have?"
Clare shrugged. "I've got a couple knives and a pistol in my backpack," she said. "Really good ones... and a silver stake. And a baton."
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Al nodded. "Not a bad start. Would reccomend a few more sharp weapons. Or guns. Blunt trauma doesn't kill as quickly as an incision can."
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Al nodded. "Not a bad start. Would reccomend a few more sharp weapons. Or guns. Blunt trauma doesn't kill as quickly as an incision can."
Clare cocked her head for a moment. "... I know," she said, hold out her arm. "I haven't shown you my main weapon yet." All of a sudden, there was a brief flash of purple light and, when it was gone, the wolf was grasping a sharp, mystical looking longsword. (That I have yet to decide the appearance of.)
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Al whistled quietly, admiring the sword. "Not a bad blade... Mind if I handle it?"
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'Razuel had become too tired to search anymore, and at the last building on the street was a complex.' "Well, this is the *yawns* last one, but I'm sooo tired... y'know what, screw the Inn, there's a bench here, I'll just take a nap for a few and just search in when I wake up..." 'He then went to a bench infront of the complex and just layed down and slept on it.'
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Al whistled quietly, admiring the sword. "Not a bad blade... Mind if I handle it?"
Clare nodded. "Be quick about it, though... it doesn't stay from me for long," she replied, gently offering Alka the grip.
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Al took the blade and ran a finger along the sharp edge, purposefully cutting himself. "Easy cut... Sharp edge... Good grip... It's truly a good weapon." He offered the grip back to Clare.
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Al took the blade and ran a finger along the sharp edge, purposefully cutting himself. "Easy cut... Sharp edge... Good grip... It's truly a good weapon." He offered the grip back to Clare.
Clare took it gently, maintaining a relaxed but solid grip on it. "Thank you," she said. "... It thanks you, as well."
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He sucked on his cut finger, but cocked an eyebrow as Clare spoke of it talking. "It thanks me...?"
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'Razuel woke up, and when he did he saw a dimmed violet flash from a window.' "Hmm? huh... I guess that might be him... possibly a light shortage, too. Welp..." 'Razuel got up from the bench, and went around to the window that he saw the light shine out of and just face planted outside the window, and went back to sleep.' "so... tired...zzzzzzzzzzz..."
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[***Paging Fallen Gods. Paging Fallen Gods. You have a poster eagerly awaiting your attention. Lol***]
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(Didn't realized you posted oops)
Zaida watched with her arms crossed as the fox fell down to his hands and knee's, kneeling. She raised a brow her eyes narrowed at the canine, she studied for a moment giving a huff with aggravation. "Lovely act, but it would have hit you earlier... A bit late for that now don't you think. Maybe him but I'm no fool." she huffed looking down at him, her ears back, arms crossed over her chest. "What is the reason why you are doing this?" She questioned him. "We obviously know your not a mortal... Perhaps an angel, demon, angry spirit?" The Vexū asked.
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He sucked on his cut finger, but cocked an eyebrow as Clare spoke of it talking. "It thanks me...?"
Clare grinned at Al. "Well, it's part of me, so by extension, it thanks you," she said, making the sword disappear with another flash of light.
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Al chuckled softly for a second before his ears perked up as he heard a thud just outside the window. "Huh...? Someone's... spying on us..." Al got up and walked over to the window, drawing a curtain over it. "Not sure if I want to kill whoever is outside... Or if they're not already dead."
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'Razuel heard the subtle ringing of the curtain being drawn, and woke up, but still laying down, and face slightly turned towards the window.' "Hello. May I come in... this ground isn't very soft, plus I think I fell on a cat... it might be dead..."
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Al sighed, hoping that Razuel was dead. "Sorry, I'm not taking visitors."
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Clare pulled a knife out of her backpack, just in case.
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'Razuel jumped up and stood infront of the window' "I have snacks... and I could teach you somethings... do you even know who I am, heard any stories about a forest beast or something?" 'On the ground where I had been laying, there was a cat stuck in the ground' "um... Hey look, it's still alive!"
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Al rolled his eyes and pressed a paw to his forehead. Forest Beast... Real original. He shook his head and motioned to Clare to throw him one of his katanas. "My fridge and pantry are decently stocked, and I doubt I could learn anything from you that isn't information about others. That being said, if I did want to know, I could go and find out myself."
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The fox sighed and shook his head. "Not used to dealing with you types. You fallen gods didn't used to turn up around here, then this happened. Me.." the foxes face shifted back into the elongated skeletal shape it usually had, but he maintained an anthro body. "I've been around every now and again, but my presence hasn't been needed for centuries." The shadow of nine tails flickered about on the ground around him then the shadows rose from the ground and coalesced into a ragged, black scythe. It pulsed with a vicious, ravenous hunger.
"Now that we're on even ground, I'd like to make you an offer. I'm not looking to turn you into soldiers. I'm too smart to try bullying you two around. Especially alone as I am. I'd just like to know if you see any angels about. That's it. I don't want you lifting a finger. Just some idle chit chat every now and again.. I'm an excellent conversationalist." The thin skin like material sketched over his skeletal head shifted as he flashed a rather gruesome smile. It wasn't an intentional threat, more a side effect of his appearance.
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"Well, lets see... do you know how to make a weapon without using magic, say like a sword that can cut through even demons and angels?"
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The Vexū watches the fox go into his form, studying him up and down. before she replied in a soothing voice "No, I believe I haven't seen any angels so far, I recently returned to this city." Zaida the huffed from her nose lightly. "However I don't recall hearing or even seeing you. Especially you being a demon, I am a close friend with your leader, Acon.." Her bones cracked lightly under her skin and muscle making her body move and shake unnaturally. "But I apologize that I cannot provide you with information... But even if I did I don't think I would even tell you. I'm not fond of getting involved in this war, I've been sent down here for my punishments by the gods hundreds of years ago." The Vexū gave a soft gurgle growl. "So far staying, I suppose you can say neutral...but that doesn't mean I can't attack as I please." Here eyes flashed black "I'm watching over to make sure this world doesn't fall in complete discord... So far it seems. Unless I change my course" she hissed lightly.
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*Red watched Zaida and Al from a distance, his cloaked face only showing a skeletal snout with some withered scales still on it*
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((Remember, there is a curtain obstructing any view into and out of the apartment))
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Al was slowly starting to get sick of Razuel, but answered anyway. "I don't make weapons. I-" Al stopped himself short realising that he was giving away who he was. "I collect them. And as for cutting through demons and angels, I don't believe in them. Now, leave before I call the police."
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The fox's face shifted in what appeared to be his best effort towards raising a nonexistent eyebrow. "Your mistake is thinking that we want this war and chaos. All these mortals running about killing in the name of God," the fox practically spat the name, "and our latest schemes have involved getting some blonde, prideful billionaire into the White House." The demon scoffed and shook his head. "We were cast out by petty, self-righteous angels acting on the orders of a jealous god. You don't need to worry about us. The only reason we decided to meet the angels here is because otherwise they'd have marched into our halls.
In truth, the only thing known for certain was that both forces were having it out on earth. The demon could be lying about the angels being the aggressors, but he seemed quite adamant about their past together. Raising his nose into the air he sniffed at the air and began to sense for nearby heartbeats. Finding others further out he turned back to the Vexū. "I have faith we'll meet again. Until then.." The fox walked calmly towards the other living beings then suddenly his entire body shifted back to it's normal form and he sprinted off.
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"C'mon, I'm not afraid of you. I'd just prefer to have you as a friend, and from your attitude I can tell that you aren't just ready to befriend me, correct? Well you at least have to admit that I found you, YOU of all people in this city of labyrinths, and take it to heart when I say this, you were the hardest creature to track, and there are only a few others that I know who have an equivalent tracking skill to mine." 'Razuel then took out a snack and started to eat it'
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Al's right eye widened slightly. "And just who am I?" He readied his knife in his left hand, pulling an arm back, prepared to throw it if he didn't like Razuel's answer.
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Ray wandered the city, as the whispers started to plague him again. However, they were not accompanied by hallucinations. He sighed, and tried to think. M-Maybe I should...write them down...that might calm them.
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"Obviously someone who is fairly skilled. Now I mean my best, please don't get angry at me..."
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Al kept his eyes on the window, still ready to throw the knife. He wanted to throw it just for the sake of throwing it, but didn't want to have to hide a body if he didn't have to. "I have no idea what the hell you are talking about. Please leave now. Last warning before I call the cops."
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The poor soul he'd spotted was the rather distressed looking Ray. 'Talking to yourself? Voices in your head, huh? You might be a fun person to get to know..' There was a grotesque series of shifts as the kumiho's body shifted and he took the form of a dirty, grey teenage wolf. The tattered clothes he manifested on his person were the final touch he needed. Slowly creeping out from around the corner, he spoke up. "He-hello? Are you a mortal? I hope to god you're a mortal.." The anthro wolf slowly crept out towards Ray.
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Al rolled his eyes and pressed a paw to his forehead. Forest Beast... Real original. He shook his head and motioned to Clare to throw him one of his katanas. "My fridge and pantry are decently stocked, and I doubt I could learn anything from you that isn't information about others. That being said, if I did want to know, I could go and find out myself."
Clare nodded and picked up a katana, tossing it to Alka.
(... I see that there may be a conflict here. o-o)
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Al grabbed the katana with his free paw and unsheathed it using his thumb and forefinger, aiming it towards the ground.
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Clare, having heard Razuel's side of the conversation as well, thought about what she could do, being a nephilim.
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((Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!))
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(I'm sorry I was gone got grounded but is Jack still next to Zaida?)
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Ray's grotesque revolver was immediately at the wolf, but the young raccoon's paw was shaking violently. "W-Who are you? I-I'm really not in the mood to fight, and n-no, I-I'm not mortal. N-Not anymore."
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(I guess so)
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'Razuel sighed' "Well in that case, here..." 'Razuel took out a business card and taped it to the window' "just call if ya need any help... ya know, I just wanted to be friends, by the way, could I please know your name? Mine's Razuel..."
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Clare committed the name to memory, just in case.
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Al looked to Clare, his left eye turning red as a smirk crossed his face. "Time's up." Al turned back to the window and threw the knife through the curtain, barely missing Razuel's left shoulder.
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(Not anymore, sorry Mad)
The wolf threw his paws up and looked from the gun to the disturbed anthro and back to the gun again. 'I would have to choose this form to investigate him, wouldn't I? If he shoots me this is going to be painful. If he shoots me, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from tearing his heart out.' While he was more vulnerable in this form he was by no means weak. "Hey.. look man.. I-I'm just a guy, just trying to find other people to help me. I don't got any weapons on me, I-I-I-j-j-ust.. relax, okay?" The words fell out of his mouth in a panicked mess as his grew tight with concern. If this poor soul was unhinged enough to shoot at him, then perhaps killing him would be more of a mercy.
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Al looked to Clare, his left eye turning red as a smirk crossed his face. "Time's up." Al turned back to the window and threw the knife through the curtain, barely missing Razuel's left shoulder.
Clare stared at Alka. What the F?!
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Ray, after a few more tense moments, lowered his revolver and sighed, slumping against a nearby wall. Ray held his head, obviously distraught.
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'Razuel watched as the knife went by him, and it hit a low flying bird' "Woah... nice aim, well you may need a new glass pane now. *Yawns* Well, I hope to actually see you soon. Have a good day." 'Razuel then, with a smile on his face, walked away, then he yelled back to them.' "You need to work on your aim! You missed me!" 'Razuel then let out a hearty laugh, and then flew off to a nearby inn.'
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(I'm confused right now where am I?)
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(I'm confused right now where am I?)
(.... I'm not really sure. Probably with Zaida....? Reading back might help.)
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Al smirked. "Hah. He thinks I missed him because of shotty aiming. Hah. Well, best go retrieve the knife." Al leot out of the window and kept low as he approached the now dead bird.
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Clare got up and got closer to the window, ready to cover Alka just in case.
The knife was no longer in the bird. (Alka, PM me...)
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'Luckily Razuel didn't have to fly very far, only a few blocks away. He came upon an Inn called "Chateau Des Fleur".' "Hmmm, that sounds*Yawns* nice, I hope they have a bar or something..." 'When Razuel went inside, he saw a cute bunny girl at the receptionist counter.' "That's a nice name for your inn, did you come up with it, by chance?" 'The girl nodded and blushed, then asked if Razuel would like a room.' "Um, yes please, here's the money." 'The bunny girl, with a smile on, grabbed his hand and put the money back in his hand and said to him in a different language "Il est très bien monsieur. Il est sur la maison , mon régal pour complimenter mon Inn...(It's fine sir. It's on the house, my treat for complimenting my Inn.) cependant, vous pourriez me acheter de la nourriture , et je vais vous donner des séjours gratuits ici dans le futur.(However, you could buy me some food, and I'll give you free stays here in the future.)' "Wow, we have a deal, miss?" 'She responded with her name "Francine Fleur, monsieur." ' "My, what a pretty name, come, I know a very nice restaurant near here." 'Razuel then took her to a very nice restaurant, and afterwards, they both retired back to the Inn, and Razuel went right to bed, and Francine went across the street to here own home.'
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Al searched the bird, trying to find his knife. God damn it... Did it go through the damn thing!? No wounds to indicate that... someone or something removed the knife... and they better hope they put it back soon... Al looked at the surrounding area, keeping his head low.
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Al searched the bird, trying to find his knife. God damn it... Did it go through the damn thing!? No wounds to indicate that... someone or something removed the knife... and they better hope they put it back soon... Al looked at the surrounding area, keeping his head low.
Clare became a bit tense. He sure is taking a long time to find one knife...
There did not appear to be anyone in the area. However, as Al looked around, there was a rustling sound behind him.
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Al's ears perked up and his head instantly locked onto the source of the rustling sound. He kept his left eye red and his katana at the ready for anything that might jump out.
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Clare, now a bit more concerned, quickly got her bodysuit on.
Suddenly, the sound of a hushed whisper came from a few feet behind Al, the voice carrying a feminine tone. "... Interesting."
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Al remained completely stationary. "Now is not a time to test me... Whoever you are." He remained tense, his ears on high alert for even the slightest sound.
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Al remained completely stationary. "Now is not a time to test me... Whoever you are." He remained tense, his ears on high alert for even the slightest sound.
There was no noise for a moment, but then, suddenly, a clearly Scottish voice spoke right into Al's left ear.
"No time like the present, laddie... now what exactly are you?"
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Al didn't flinch at the sudden voice to the left of him. He remained looking completely straight. "Depends who's asking, 'laddie'."
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There was a pause, then the female voice spoke. "Are you alone tonight?" it said in Al's other ear.
"Who's your lot with?" the Scottish voice said.
Ice began to form on the ground, and a slight muttering was heard. "You couldn't just take my word for it, could you?" a voice said, somewhere further down the alley... where the ice appeared to be coming from...
Clare finished undressing, and was pulling her suit on. Come on... hurry up...
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Al was a bit confused with all the voices, but remained composed. "How about you show yourself, and then we talk? Because I don't listen to hiding cowards." A grin crossed his lips
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"Ooh... cheeky," the Scottish voice said. "You want to see us, then? Maybe cut us down as you do?"
"Please.... just answer my question," the female voice said. "Are you alone?"
The ice continued to spread towards Al.
Clare tugged on the shirt of her bodysuit and attached the two pieces, then slowly moved towards the window. He told me to stay and rest, but... he's taking too long to fetch one knife.
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Al watched the ice carefully. That's probably going to spread onto me if I let it get too close. Best to stay away it. "At this current moment... No. And I don't think you'd want to piss my ally off..."
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Al watched the ice carefully. That's probably going to spread onto me if I let it get too close. Best to stay away it. "At this current moment... No. And I don't think you'd want to piss my ally off..."
"... See?" the third voice said. This one seemed to come from the other side of Alka... and there appeared to be a disturbance in the air, like a shimmer...
"Now may not be the best time, laddie," the Scottish voice whispered.
"... And this... ally," the female voice said. "Who might that be?"
Clare cocked her ear and carefully peeked out the window, still a few feet away from it. ...Hold on. I know that voice.
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Al backed away from the slowly approaching ice. "I've no interest in telling you who they are. Now, may I have my knife back please? Or is the big bad wolf gonna have to rip you a new one... Oh wait, 'new' implies you already had something between your legs."
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Al backed away from the slowly approaching ice. "I've no interest in telling you who they are. Now, may I have my knife back please? Or is the big bad wolf gonna have to rip you a new one... Oh wait, 'new' implies you already had something between your legs."
".... Why don't you check the bird?" the third voice said.
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Al backed away from the ice a bit more before he casted a glance back at the bird.
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Sitting there calmly, beside the bird, was a figure in a black coat with a wide-brimmed hat on. The knife was still in the bird. "... See?" the person said; this appeared to be the owner of the third voice. The hat obscured their face. "Right where you left it."
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Al cocked an eyebrow and approached the bird. "Right. Now, just who are you?"
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"Myself," the figure replied. "But also not myself..." The figure, who sounded male, looked up slightly, fixing Alka with slightly luminescent blue eyes. "...And believe me, I'm not here of my own accord."
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"Yeah. Right. Sure." Al pulled the knife from the bird and sheathed it in his belt. "If you don't want to be here then do the world a favour and f**k off." He turned back to the window of his apartment, his guard still up.
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"Yeah. Right. Sure." Al pulled the knife from the bird and sheathed it in his belt. "If you don't want to be here then do the world a favour and f**k off." He turned back to the window of his apartment, his guard still up.
The figure was leaning against the wall of the building, near the window. "She's safe, right?" he asked. "Answer me that. Please."
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Al stopped in his tracks. "She...?" They mean Clare... They know Clare. I have some more questioning to do, it seems... "I've given her food to eat, water to drink and a place to stay that only me and her know about. Well, and some asshole who I threw the knife at. But they don't know she's here."
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Al stopped in his tracks. "She...?" They mean Clare... They know Clare. I have some more questioning to do, it seems... "I've given her food to eat, water to drink and a place to stay that only me and her know about. Well, and some asshole who I threw the knife at. But they don't know she's here."
The hat continued to obscure the figure's face. "...Good," the female voice said from behind Al. "Keep her safe, okay?"
"Yes, yes, well and good. Now let's giddout of here so that the poor man can get back inside," the Scottish voice said. Beneath the had, there seemed to be orange and red flashes...
Clare tensed. Wait a second... They're all coming from that one guy, she thought, since she was just able to see him from her position at the window.
Sighing, the figure pushed away from the wall and walked up to Alka. "Sorry about them," he said. "They have minds of their own, after all... Do you have a method of contact?"
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Al gave an unimpressed look and crossed his arms coldly. "Yes, but I'd hardly consider giving it out to whatever could be considered a 'friend', much less some random three minded freak I met while searching for a weapon I threw at someone."
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Ray, after a time, stood up, and whipped his head from side to side in an effort to dislodge the voices, but to no avail. He sighed, and wandered around aimlessly. He stopped in front of a small bank, and stared blankly at the door. After a few moments, he began to slowly reload his revolver, the cursed screaming bullets seemed to writhe and twist as they slid into their chambers.
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((Hey Ray. Did razuel take you to town without your consent before?))
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((Yeah, but it wasn't too big a deal. I wasn't upset.))
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((Hmm okay. Sorry for messing that. I'm going to have to have a small word with him. Nothing major but a just to make sure.))
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((Do as you will, friend. And it wasn't that big of an issue.))
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Zaida had a lust for blood, it was confusing why but often got the hold of her, sometimes she would somtimes snap. "I said I would change to the gods" she drooled the black goo from her mouth. "But oh blood, sweet blood." she snarled slightly her eyes flashing back everyone now and then, she murred. "Enough to make a man sick~" she said softly walking to her house which was fairly hidden, and just outside of the city. Zaida held her head and dragged her feet trying to ignore the whispers "I'm in control" she growled to herself.
(I'll try to post her story on my ref why she's a fallen God.)
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'Jack had been watching her most of the time but now he was really starting to like this part he could see that she was whispering but too who? He didn't know so he walked up behind her first keeping a five yard distance but then he got right behind her and said.' "Drooling, bloodlust, and whispering to yourself wither its me or you've always been this way and I'm just helping this episode of voices... All I know is your walking around aimlessly and I want to know... Are you going crazy?" 'Jack smiles then wipes a small bit off go off of her lip and stops walking with Her.'
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Al gave an unimpressed look and crossed his arms coldly. "Yes, but I'd hardly consider giving it out to whatever could be considered a 'friend', much less some random three minded freak I met while searching for a weapon I threw at someone."
Clare tensed up, widening her eyes. ...Wait... that female voice...
"Okay," the figure said, rubbing his chin. "I see your point. Frankly, I was just going to approach you normally... but they wanted to make sure you weren't a demon or an angel first. Sorry about all the weirdness." The figure extended a gauntleted hand.
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Al stared at the hand before laughing madly. After a minute of him cracking up he left eye and gazed at the figure. "First off, I don't do handshakes. Tried to at one point, ended up with broken wrists. Second off, Demon? Angel? Hah! Oh, believe me..." His right eye turned black, "I'm much worse." It returned to red after he blinked a couple of times. "Mostly because I don't need fancy magic, or invincibility to get my work done. Would like to see any of those muppets handle a good ol' fashion fist fight." Al continued to chuckle softly to himself as he continued his approach back to the window
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Al stared at the hand before laughing madly. After a minute of him cracking up he left eye and gazed at the figure. "First off, I don't do handshakes. Tried to at one point, ended up with broken wrists. Second off, Demon? Angel? Hah! Oh, believe me..." His right eye turned black, "I'm much worse." It returned to red after he blinked a couple of times. "Mostly because I don't need fancy magic, or invincibility to get my work done. Would like to see any of those muppets handle a good ol' fashion fist fight." Al continued to chuckle softly to himself as he continued his approach back to the window
The figure cocked his head. "... Would you like to have one?" he asked. "Just for fun."
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"It's none of your concern what's 'wrong' with me, your a fallen God as well, don't act surprise that I have flaws.. there aren't any voices it's just my conscience... I'm just talking to Myself, thinking is all." she hissed aggressively her tail whipping the air, she said under her hood, her hands in her pockets. Clouds covered the city, beginning to rain lightly. She continued to walk the lust for blood something to feast on, before she stopped under the bridge spotting a homeless mutt sleeping, curled up In a blanket. All we do is suffer... You all won't let me back, I've waited so long, i fell on my knees and cried out to take me back!.. tried to change, I'm not perfect like all of you and I apologize what I've done. Zaida thought with a pray to herself standing over the canine that slept peacefully, a blanket of darkness casting over the man. "I'm not sorry... I can stay stuck down in this mortal world. The gods will never let us who have fallen, back to the realm. I cannot control myself.... It isn't my fault." she whispered her soothing but cold voice seemed to echo sounding more demented as her eyes went black.
(Added my story to my ref but may fix it up later so it sounds better.)
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'Jack picks up his pace to keep u with her studying her closely.' "Why don't you just give in I know how it feels to struggle with him and yourself come on I now am him after all I am the Madness in everyone after all..." 'Jack smiles as she walks towards the canine and kneels down seeming to pray then something happened as she seemed to change he just smiled and watched.'
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*Red looked down at zaida and the mutt ¨i have took the souls of those lost in atrocity, and i have taken those who have committed the atrocities this.... is what makes me hate the living" he sighed ¨no one has the common decency kill to the deserving, and the weak are killed instead¨*
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"Don't do fun either. Besides... I have more important things to do than spar." Al's right eye returned to blue as he approached the window which Clare was close to.
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"Don't do fun either. Besides... I have more important things to do than spar." Al's right eye returned to blue as he approached the window which Clare was close to.
Clare widened her eyes and quickly ran back over to get changed into her normal clothes.
The figure cocked his head. "So... what will it take to be your friend, then?" he asked. "Or at least your ally?"
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"It'll take an arm, leg, 2 kidneys and a lung to be my friend. As for Ally... Don't threaten me or my allies, and we won't threaten you. And just pray you don't get on a hit list. Then again, if you do, it might just make me want to kill you less depending on how much your head is worth." Al saw Clare head back inside and put an arm on the windowsill, before looking back at the figure. "Also. Don't touch my weaponry." With that, Al jumped through the window.
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"It'll take an arm, leg, 2 kidneys and a lung to be my friend. As for Ally... Don't threaten me or my allies, and we won't threaten you. And just pray you don't get on a hit list. Then again, if you do, it might just make me want to kill you less depending on how much your head is worth." Al saw Clare head back inside and put an arm on the windowsill, before looking back at the figure. "Also. Don't touch my weaponry." With that, Al jumped through the window.
The figure blinked. "... Huh," he said. "This is going to be interesting."
Clare was in her underwear and just pulling her men's shorts back on.
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Zaida stared at the canine that seemed to be having a nightmare? petting his head softly and hushing into his ear. The mutt relaxed and sighed sleeping peacefully. Zaida's eyes went back to normal, and got onto her feet. She walked silently heading home, hidden, just at the border of the city. She hummed softly under her breath eventually arriving to the front down the the house. It was a decent home but nothing that would attract a lot of attention.
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Al shrugged off the fact that Clare was half-naked and took a seat on the couch. "So... They your friends? Or do you just get stalked by creepy 'things' which have three voices and can control ice?[size=78%]"[/size]
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Al shrugged off the fact that Clare was half-naked and took a seat on the couch. "So... They your friends? Or do you just get stalked by creepy 'things' which have three voices and can control ice?[size=78%]"[/size]
Clare blushed- not because he had caught her dressing, but because of the implications of it- and pulled on her tank top. "... Was it a woman?" she asked, looking over at Al.
The figure walked away from the building... for now.
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Al shrugged. "One part of it was, yes."
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Al shrugged. "One part of it was, yes."
The wolf looked thoughtful. "... What did the 'thing' look like? Were there any noticeable features?"
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*Red sighed as zaida leaved before standing next to the mutt, turning into his non-reaper form, he grabbed some money before laying it next to him before dissapearing*
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The monfolfgle shook his head. "The smart bastards were wearing a cloak."
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The monfolfgle shook his head. "The smart bastards were wearing a cloak."
"Are you sure there wasn't anything that stood out about them?" Clare asked. "Sure, there was the voice thing, but... did anything happen when they spoke?" As she continued her questioning, Clare felt as though this person sounded familiar.
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"Well... Ice formed along the ground and slowly approached me. I didn't let it touch me for a second, but that's all I could piece together." Al pulled out a cloth and spat on his knife before he began cleaning off the bird blood.
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Ray wandered about the city, obviously lost. He kept his eyes locked on his feet, not really caring where he went.
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"Well... Ice formed along the ground and slowly approached me. I didn't let it touch me for a second, but that's all I could piece together." Al pulled out a cloth and spat on his knife before he began cleaning off the bird blood.
Clare blinked. ".... Give me a second," she said, rifling through her backpack.
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Al continued to clean his blade, whistling a slow, somber tune.
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Al continued to clean his blade, whistling a slow, somber tune.
After a second or two, Clare pulled out a notebook and began to flip through it. "Let me see..." the wolf murmured, seeming to be looking for something.
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Al checked the blade before he placed it gently on the table. Give up your heart left broken... And let that mistake pass on... He closed his eyes, crossed his legs and lay back into the couch, still whistling.
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Al checked the blade before he placed it gently on the table. Give up your heart left broken... And let that mistake pass on... He closed his eyes, crossed his legs and lay back into the couch, still whistling.
After a short while, Clare suddenly gasped a little. "... Al, I... I think I know who that was."
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Al stopped whistling, but remained in his relaxed position. "Well, care to enlighten me as to who your not-so secret admirer actually is?"
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Al stopped whistling, but remained in his relaxed position. "Well, care to enlighten me as to who your not-so secret admirer actually is?"
Clare nodded, getting up on the couch. "Since the war started, I've been trying to catalogue all the really dangerous folk... demons, angels, fallen gods, and otherwise, but only the unique ones. It's become kind of a hobby, you could say. Now, this is the first time I've seen this guy, but.... you know how people talk." The wolf looked up at Alka. "I have one more question... What were their eyes like?"
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"Luminescent blue." Al said calmly. Almost too calmly.
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"Luminescent blue." Al said calmly. Almost too calmly.
Clare nodded. "... And the color of the glow changed when different voices spoke, correct?" she asked.
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"Didn't make eye contact enough for me to notice. I'll assume yes though." Al turned his head to Clare
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Clare nodded and showed Alka a page of the book. "There," she said, showing him a long description of the person. "From what you've seen and what I've seen, the figure you saw is a strange mercenary sort like you... And he seems to have something of a similar goal. However... and I can say this for a fact after watching him work... he seems to be more powerful than a normal human should be..." The wolf looked up. "Probably due to the demon that is supposedly with him. Which is where I'm perplexed."
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Al read the description carefully, and twiddled his thumbs with his eyes closed. Demon... Ice control... Not normal human... Three minds... The monfolfgle sorted through all the information given, trying to piece together something on the mystery merc.
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Al read the description carefully, and twiddled his thumbs with his eyes closed. Demon... Ice control... Not normal human... Three minds... The monfolfgle sorted through all the information given, trying to piece together something on the mystery merc.
Clare cocked an eyebrow. "Al... notice how it only mentions him supposedly being aided by one demon?"
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Zaida sat on the bed of her room, it was dark as all the lights remained off and curtains closed on every window of the silent house. She had her hands on the side of her head, eyes closed. Opening her eyes again and Staring plainly at the floor, no emotion what do I do I'm so lost and broken, nothing just blend in and do nothin.... Do I join the war? save them from themselves, kill them. I have no clue....
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Al opened his eyes finally. "They're not being aided by a demon. They either ARE a demon, or possess abilities which make them seem like one. In that entire segment, the three voices came from one person, and there were only three voices. Even when I couldn't see them, those three voices were there. Those three voices were the spawn of the ice that kept coming my way. That may be a bit of a leap, considering how I never directly saw them generate the ice, but I get the feeling that that person isn't from this realm. She, the female voice being the one that spoke directly to me about the other voices, cannot be a normal person." He stated bluntly
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Al opened his eyes finally. "They're not being aided by a demon. They either ARE a demon, or possess abilities which make them seem like one. In that entire segment, the three voices came from one person, and there were only three voices. Even when I couldn't see them, those three voices were there. Those three voices were the spawn of the ice that kept coming my way. That may be a bit of a leap, considering how I never directly saw them generate the ice, but I get the feeling that that person isn't from this realm. She, the female voice being the one that spoke directly to me about the other voices, cannot be a normal person." He stated bluntly
Clare blinked, then shrugged. "Well, if you wanted answers, you probably could've asked him while he was still here," she said. "Though... the female voice seemed familar to m..." The wolf looked over at Al. "... What do you mean, 'she'?!"
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Al shrugged. "'She' is referring to the female voice which I heard. She was the one who questioned me about you, and also talked about the other voices. As for getting answers, I thought asking you would be a bit easier."
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Clare blinked and looked at Al. "... Let's not jump to conclusions," she said. "All we know for sure is that it is probably this weird guy I hear people talking about who's some demon-aided mercenary... who apparently has something to do with ice, you're now telling me." the wolf replied, leaning her face in her paws. "He said he wasn't here of his own accord... and the female voice was the one asking questions. But for what reason...?"
(... There was supposed to be a character sheet back when the person returned the knife. I must've messed up somehow, because it's not there.)
(And that is definitely not what it says in the book. o-o)
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((Ok, to be fair, you never actually provided the contents of said book XP ))
"Something to do with you apparently. The person asked about your safety and told me to 'keep her safe.' 'Her' referring to you obviously."
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((Ok, to be fair, you never actually provided the contents of said book XP ))
"Something to do with you apparently. The person asked about your safety and told me to 'keep her safe.' 'Her' referring to you obviously."
(xp Touche. But it was just what Clare was saying. Also, I sent you a CONFIDENTIAL P.M. o-o I've decided that now is not the time to make the character sheet fully public yet for plot reasons.)
Clare nodded and sighed, leaning back. "Well, whoever she was, she seemed to be alright with the two of us watching out for each other," she said, pulling her backpack over. "However, I wouldn't mind encountering that person again... If the rumors are true, then he's in a position similar to myself... though, apparently, he can turn invisible or something, so he's having an easier time of it. But he might just be a great ally... well, they might."
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Al cocked an eyebrow. "Hmph. I told them what it would take, and for their sake they better hope they don't tick me off. God..." Al stood up and began walking to the kitchen. "'Watching over like a mother' as they say... Want some water or something?"
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Al cocked an eyebrow. "Hmph. I told them what it would take, and for their sake they better hope they don't tick me off. God..." Al stood up and began walking to the kitchen. "'Watching over like a mother' as they say... Want some water or something?"
Clare nodded, putting her notebook away. "Yes, please."
Not to far away, the figure had set up house in a small abandoned building.
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Al got two cups and filled them with tap water. He downed his glass and threw it in the sink before walking over to Clare and handing her a glass. "I get the feeling that this new 'friend' of ours is going to be seeing us quite a bit..."
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After walking for a while, Ray found himself near the middle of the city, with other furs everywhere. He sighed, and moved to turn, when a figure behind him nearly made him scream. He drew his blade against the hallucination, and shouted. "What do you want?!"
"Your...life? Undeath? I don't know, we just want you gone. Too many souls are chained down by your existence, and they're willing to bleed through the eyes to get what they want."
Ray suddenly drew his blade wide, the mere force of which neatly knocked near passersby over. The hallucination had drawn his own blade, and took up his en garde stance. "Your move, young'n. 'Sides, we got others to deal with, so come on, let's get this over with." The hallucination's sword, a wicked-looking rapier, lashed out and knicked Ray's ear, neatly cutting into it. The young raccoon stumbled backwards, swinging his blade in defense. To those looking on, it seemed like Ray was fighting no-one. But to the raccoon, it was a fight for his existence.
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Al got two cups and filled them with tap water. He downed his glass and threw it in the sink before walking over to Clare and handing her a glass. "I get the feeling that this new 'friend' of ours is going to be seeing us quite a bit..."
Clare took a long drink and sighed. "Something tells me he's not even going to get a choice..."
The figure, once making sure that the house was secure, removed his hat and hung it on a stray nail. The face under the hat was feline, with grey fur and a strange metallic scar under the left eye. Sighing, the figure walked over to the couch, shedding his coat so that he could use it for a blanket. "I hope you know what you're doing, Sylph," he muttered, knowing that neither she nor the other voice, Ryk, could hear him. "For all of our sakes..." Lying down, the cat draped the coat over himself... and then, to the eye of anyone who might break in, he became invisible as he slept.
(And finally, this guy's character sheet:)
Name: Zephyr Ryhpez, Ryk, and Sylph
Gender: Male, Male, Female
Species: Feline, Grey seal, Wolf
Faction: "Mercenary"
Alignment: Complicated.
Clothing: 1. Tends to wear a lot of black clothes, including a long black coat and a black hat. Other than those factors, the clothing style varies, but he tends to lean towards non-flashy, non-showy stuff. 2. A metallic, demonic-looking suit of futuristic armor (outer appearance), or a suit (inside Zephyr's head or as an illusion). 3. A demonic-looking suit of fantasy-style armor (outer appearance), or an array of different styles of clothing (inside Zephyr's head or as an illusion).
Normal(ish) weapons and equipment: One specially modified P-229 Sport that accepts any handgun ammunition, one silver stake (works on pretty much everything), anything he can pick up. Also has a baton for nonlethal confrontation. Good with ranged weapons.
Supernatural weapons and equipment:- Serac- a grasscutter sword with an indigo sheath and grip and a light blue blade. This sword can work on most anything, but while it cannot break or be stolen from its owner, it cannot slice through brick walls or other weapons or other weird stuff like that. However, being a magical blade, it can project different variations of ice in order to confuse or temporarily disable opponents. It has two other forms as well that are activated by whispering certain things to the blade, one form being a similarly-colored chainsaw that projects ice and another that is simply a longsword for more intense combat.
- Gauntlets and boots- Zephyr almost always has these on for very specific reasons. The gauntlets are soft to the touch, but are clearly made of metal pieces, and the boots are of a similar medieval look with a dash of punk rock thrown in. Ryk and Sylph, respectively, can be projected from the gloves and the boots. This is explained further below.
Rank: He has no rank, but he is known to deal with the supernatural... him and his "associates".
[size=78%][/size]Powers: Zephyr, besides having rather impressive combat abilities, is skilled in the art of illusion; while he cannot do any grand-scale magic, he can turn himself invisible, make copies of himself that appear real, project images of what Ryk and Sylph really look like, can throw his voice or their voices, and can make exactly one person at a time subject to severe illusory confusion, using all these abilities in tandem. However, if he seriously wishes to engage someone in combat, he will fight them fairly, since it would not be fair to the other combatant. He serves, usually, more as support than as a main combatant. In addition, while he can be disabled for a time, he is unable to truly die... unless certain circumstances are met. Earth, and the known/unknown universes, are his only home. Furthermore, magics that affect the mind do not work on him... because he already has enough going on up there. He's rather decent with ranged weapons. His eyes are blue[size=78%][/size]..
In truth, while appearing human, Zephyr is the host of two demons, though he is able to keep them controlled. The first demon, Ryk, is a mystic metal demon that he battled with long ago. He has a Scottish accent and an orange aura, and his physical, non-illusory form is a strange metallic armor that is projected from the gauntlets. He can also form his armor-self around Zephyr's body and fight with Zephyr's permission. When Ryk is in control, he is able to perform feats of great strength and is a much more formidable melee combatant. However, he is slower. When he is speaking, Zephyr's left eye- which has a metallic scar under it- turns orange.
Sylph is rather new to Zephyr, having jumped into his head when her normal physical form was seemingly destroyed through a betrayal in the demon court. A former succubus, she is able to control lesser demonic creatures in the heat of battle, and can also use different types of magic. She, too, can borrow Zephyr's body on these occasions by surrounding him in armor-form; while she is faster, she is also much more fragile. When she is in control, Zephyr's right eye turns red.
(And yes, this has been okayed. o-o Is it okay that I added another weapon, Crest? I felt that he needed a simple non-lethal weapon.)
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Al cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe you should get some rest, ey? With everything that is happening... This is gonna be a long few week..."
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'Razuel left the Inn when he awoke again, and went back to his home in the forest, but not before saying bye to the Innkeeper.'
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Clare nodded and finished her water, handing Al the glass. "Sure... where can I sleep?" she asked.
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Al took the glass and pointed to a small hallway. "Right turn, at the end of the hallway." Al walked over to the kitchen and put his glass down.
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Gathering her things, Clare followed Al's directions and opened the door.
(And goodnight.)
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Al sighed. "Just what am I getting myself into..." He mumbled before walking over to a small space on the ground and sitting to meditate.
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Al sighed. "Just what am I getting myself into..." He mumbled before walking over to a small space on the ground and sitting to meditate.
Clare walked over to the bed and laid down, her backpack in her arms as she dozed off.
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Al closed both eyes and kept his breathing steady, as he sat on the floor with his legs crossed. The sounds of nature echoed through his mind as he slowly retreated inwards
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Clare dreamed of things that were impossible at this point in time.
As for the figure... his mind was unreadable.
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After a few minutes of meditating, Al opened both of his eyes. I'm going to die, horrendously, probably by either being scorched alive or frozen solid. He got up and stretched his back, arms and legs sighing softly. Just another day in paradise, I guess...
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Clare found that she kept waking up, thinking of her day. It was rather nice of Al to let me stay with him.
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Al poked his arms before deciding he needed to work out. 100 push-ups it is... He dropped straight into the bridge position, and began doing push ups, counting them in his head.
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Al poked his arms before deciding he needed to work out. 100 push-ups it is... He dropped straight into the bridge position, and began doing push ups, counting them in his head.
Clare rested for as long as she could, then decided to do some exercising to improve her body, mind, and spirit.
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35.... 36... 37... 38... 39... 40... Left arm only. Al then lifted his right arm and repositioned his left and did push-ups off the one arm.
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Clare did a handstand with one hand and attempted to hold it.
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Al reached 65 pushups before swapping to his right. Wonder... if I'm.... overdoing it...
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Al reached 65 pushups before swapping to his right. Wonder... if I'm.... overdoing it...
Clare did the same on the other hand, did some stomach vacuums, and then kickboxed a little.
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Once Al finished his hundred, he got up and stretched his arms. Now... time for some weighted punches.... Al lifted up the cushion for his couch and pulled out some large weights with bandages around them. After tying the weights to his paws he began throwing punches one by one.
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Pulling out her sword, Clare slowly practiced her form and her swinging style.
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Al continued to punch the air with his weights, sweating quite a bit.
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'Razuel flew back to town, to the post office to deliver a letter to Al. The Letter read Hello, friend. I'm terribly sorry to have made you rather angry, enclosed in this envelope is enough money for a few coffees and/or other beverages, think of this as a sorry. Also, I'd like to invite you to my home, now don't think of this as a convoluted plan to kill you, because it is not, I simply want to "Batten down the hatches" and get to know you better, now you may bring a friend or not, your choice. ~Sincerely, Razuel.
Razuel simply put the apartment's address, return address, along with a stamp.
The letter was swiftly dispatched and sent to Al's apartment.
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After sword training, Clare, too, practiced her hand to hand combat, focusing on every intricacy.
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'The letter arrived at Al's apartment'
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Zaida sighed from her nose. She stood up looking out her window watching the clouds that faded away. Broken... the Vexū sighed dragging her hand through her hair. Zaida thought What the hell am I suppose to do, I can't just sit here she huffed walking downstairs, and outside the house towards the city.
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((NOTICE. PLEASE READ. Okay guys I'm retiring from the RP. I will still read and control who enters and make sure the rules keep in tact. However my characters are going. So that means the human leader spot is open! As well as the Angel leader of Oryx doesn't post in another two days))
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Al took his weights off and stretched his arms again before he noticed a letter slipped through the door. What...? Another private hit...? The curious monfolfgle walked over to the letter and opened it, reading it before crushing it in his hand and throwing it on the floor. Damn it! Ugh... Of course it's a bloody trap. I threw a f**king knife his way. It could also be an opportunity to kill the bastard... Or, if he's useful, make another ally... Why, I might be able to assemble an extremely small army at this rate... If I can get the other fallen god on my side - Zaida... I might be able to kill the other one... And establish a bit of control with our group... Hmmm... Al picked the note back up before he took a seat on the couch.
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Ray, in desperation, swung his sword in a huge crescent, cleaving almost every nearby civilian in half. His aggressor staggered backwards, and looked around. "Well done, Ray! You've murdered a bunch of nobodies." The aggressor faded away, and Ray was left with the blood of several peoples' blood on his paws.
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The Vexū had her hands in her pocket, anthro's moving out of her path on the sidewalk. She thought deeply her head held high, facing foward as she started towards the cafe just ahead. Sitting on the table outside of the building she crossed her legs tapping one foot remaining silent hearing a muffled voices everywhere before they slowly came clear. One in particular, the waiter.
"Excuse me?" The zebra asked with a raised brow.
She looked over and rubbed her eyes dozed off. "Uhm sorry. Large french vanilla cappuccino please with whip cream and Carmel. That's it" Zaida said to the waiter holding her snout and snarling lightly from the small migraine.
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Clare, who had rested after exercising, walked out of her bedroom. "What's that?" she asked, looking over at Alka.
Zephyr blinked awake, knowing immediately that Sylph and Ryk were still sleeping. Slipping quietly off the couch with his coat still draped over him, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.
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"A letter... I assume the same guy I threw the knife at. Currently considering either paying him a visit and killing him, or actually attempting to make 'friends'." Al scruntched up the paper again before throwing it at the bin. "But it sounds like an obvious trap. He even said it wasn't a trap."
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Clare stretched out a bit. "Well, if you need backup, I managed to get some rest over the night," she said, showing Al her shoulder. The wound was gone; before, there had been a noticeable scar. But now all there was was the same brown fur that covered most of Clare's body.
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Al cocked an eyebrow. "You know, if I was both normal and sane, I would say that you fallen gods have it easy." He grinned as he got up. "It'll be a nice test to see how well we can work as a team. Plus, I need to see your capabilities in battle. Provided our 'friend' decides he wants to pull one on me. Anyway... If he doesn't, I think I have a plan to establish a new set of power amongst the demons, humans and angels."
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Al cocked an eyebrow. "You know, if I was both normal and sane, I would say that you fallen gods have it easy." He grinned as he got up. "It'll be a nice test to see how well we can work as a team. Plus, I need to see your capabilities in battle. Provided our 'friend' decides he wants to pull one on me. Anyway... If he doesn't, I think I have a plan to establish a new set of power amongst the demons, humans and angels."
Clare nodded. "I'll get my armor on," she said, running into the backroom. It was interesting how she referred to the bodysuit as "armor" since it looked to be normal and also appeared to bare her midriff.
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'Razuel arrived back at his home and started to do his perimeter check, and before leaving, he left a note on the door in case someone stopped by.'
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Ray sprinted through the city, screaming. The new souls tied to him were plaguing him, crying out, asking why he did it, and why they had to die.
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Al put his kimono back on properly and began arming himself, starting with his knives.
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Clare, once inside her room, stripped to her underwear and began to pull the pieces of her bodysuit on.
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Razuel began to make his way back from his Perimeter check'
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After he was done with his knives, he quickly secured his blades to his belt and placed his glaive-erang on his back. Hmmm... I might run into something serious out there... Best take the secret weapon. With that, Al put the scroll into a pocket of his before tightening his belt and putting on his mask
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After he was done with his knives, he quickly secured his blades to his belt and placed his glaive-erang on his back. Hmmm... I might run into something serious out there... Best take the secret weapon. With that, Al put the scroll into a pocket of his before tightening his belt and putting on his mask
Seconds later, Clare walked out of her room, a holstered pistol on her belt. "Well, I'm ready," she said, looking over at Alka. "How about you?" She still appeared to be wearing armor that exposed her midriff.
The figure got ready as well in his own house.
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Ray felt like he had run for an eternity, but had only run a few minutes. He stopped just outside an apartment building, panting. Police were investigating the sudden, brutal deaths of several furs caught in the wake of Ray's episode.
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Al looked over at Clare, tilting his head slightly. "I'd tell you that armour that exposes you isn't exactly the best type, but I'm the one wearing a kimono." He checked all of his weapons before turning to the door and cracking his neck. "I'm ready." The monfolfgle walked over to the door and opened it, stepping just outside to wait for Clare.
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Al looked over at Clare, tilting his head slightly. "I'd tell you that armour that exposes you isn't exactly the best type, but I'm the one wearing a kimono." He checked all of his weapons before turning to the door and cracking his neck. "I'm ready." The monfolfgle walked over to the door and opened it, stepping just outside to wait for Clare.
Clare cocked an eyebrow. "Don't judge a book by its cover," she said, walking outside.
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Al shrugged. "How else am I meant to judge a book? Don't say the blurb, because I can't turn you over and read that." Al chucked as he closed the door and locked it.
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When Razuel arrived back home, he dropped his bag of tools on the porch and went inside to make some food with the newly acquired game he caught, afterwards he made a sign reading Please stay on the path, for your own saftey, then put it a few feet inside the road entrance.
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Al shrugged. "How else am I meant to judge a book? Don't say the blurb, because I can't turn you over and read that." Al chucked as he closed the door and locked it.
Clare grinned. "Heh... Let's just say that my protection is better than it looks to be," she said, waiting for Al to lock up.
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Al rolled his eyes as he turned and looked down both sides of the road. "Whatever you say."
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Razuel went outside and layed down on a hammock that was on his porch. Razuel's home was a reinforced brick house with a porch that stretched around half the house, and was in a clearing with many colourful flowers that surrounded his home.
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Ray, after a few minutes of staring at the concrete, sat down beside a lamp-post. He looked like a homeless no-body, but was ready to spring at anyone who approached. Fighting, however, would be hard, given his now-weakened state. Ray was simply hoping someone would toss him a scrap of a meal, before he decided to feed on their energy.
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Suddenly, a bagged lunch appeared beside Ray with no indication of how it got there.
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((I remember you saying Ray was close to an apartment complex. The one where Al and Clare are?))
After checking their surroundings and placing the key in his pocket, Al began walking down the road.
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((Yep! Though I didn't want to be direct, in case there was something amiss.))
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(Okay. By the way, you just got a lunch.)
Clare followed Alka down the road, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be troublesome or in need of help.
Zephyr watched, his presence hidden from all.
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Zaida drank the cappuccino like a regular anthro at the café, a croissant on its way. The Vexū got stares, however didn't mind them as she read the newspaper silently. Her tail whipping the air and ears standing, taking sips as the waiter set her croissant down. "Thank you." The goddess went back to reading the paper nothing that interesting so far Spontaneous anthro combustion... Just a demon being pulled back into hell, to be punished. No science in that. she thought to herself.
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Ray looked over at the bag, and furrowed his brow. "How did you get here, my friend?" He reached for the bag, cautiously.
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Ray looked over at the bag, and furrowed his brow. "How did you get here, my friend?" He reached for the bag, cautiously.
The bag remained a bag. (... Unless you want it to be, like... a companion to you. o-o)
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Al continued walking, looking at Ray as they passed by, but not paying him much more attention than that.
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After inspecting the bag, Ray assumed it was normal, and ate whatever was inside.
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(((Sorry for my absence, it seems like this is more of a slice of life apocalypse style at this time and I don't see any other demons or angels so I don't really know what to do right now)))
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((Don't worry your not alone. I don't know what to do either to be honest.))
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((Im trying my best to keep this thing moving along, but the Al and Cif are taking forever to take another look at this RP, to continue it, unfortunately))
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((In waiting on Cif. But I'm hoping to get into some action and have Al die so I leave the RP and the forums. Slowly running out of time for RP unfortunately. :())
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((Okay people. So it obviously seems you're not having a heap of fun. This RP didn't turn out as I expected but I'm still a little proud. I am however considering asking a mod to close it. If 3 or more people PM to not I will let it stay open))
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