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The first of the humans spoke, this one was less meek than the woman before him. His words bounced off him like drops of rain with no deeper meaning. Something about being a summoner and making pretty illusions. Whatever he was playing at, Kharon wasn’t buying it nor having it. His boredom casted his attention to the other humans in the room. While they spoke, he had been attempting to siphon the remainder of his power to go back to the underworld but there just wasn’t enough. Kharon could smell the fear pouring out of Victoria, he disappeared into a puddle of smoke and reappeared behind Victoria running his fingers through her hair, “Now why would a demon like me help you?”

Waiting for her response his head snapped to another girl with a little more candor in her voice. A shapeshifter? That did peak his fancy. Perhaps someone could help free him from this god forsaken form and allow him to turn back into a hound. “Perish?” Kharon chuckled, “Oh sweetie if you could murder me, I wouldn’t be standing here being asked for help." Of them all however, the last of them caught his attention the most. “Do go on” he said still eerily close to Victoria.

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

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Now normally this kind of behavior was out of the ordinary for Joseppi, anger was never one to get the better of him nor prevent clearer mind from prevailing. Yet in this case it was just a culmination of event after event that spurred on his anger getting the best of him. Luckily for him, but more importantly the people around him, Joseppi would most likely regain composure soon enough. That was…contingent on if this walking mustache had stopped trying to talk around JoJo. Ironically enough, the feeling of knocking those two straight out of the bar’s doorway like a sack of feathers was cathartic, as if he were stretching muscles, he wasn’t able to move in decades. Cracking his neck and every other joint that ran down the giant, he shook in excitement. His menacing energy could be felt seething out of him and leaking out from the doorways like a thick mist from both the floor and the ceiling. Whoever was outside he hadn’t noticed yet, but they would soon play their part in this drama.

A heavy hand gripped the side of the doorway pressing down with tremendous force. The wood underneath buckled in surrender cause the wood to splinter and chip from being crushed. Using it as an anchor, Joseppi appeared out from the doorway but something was amiss. He wasn’t walking out of the bar entrance, no no no, he was FLYING or a better word would be, gliding out. It wasn’t evil at all but instead harmonious teetering on the territory of angelic. It was almost reminiscent of the famous painting done by Michelangelo known as The Creation of Adam. Finally making his way towards Jules and Simon ready to engage in round two no hold bar, his peripheral vision caught two familiar shapes and sounds. One was to his right, that being the very familiar blonde marsupial in the racer whom had stolen his wanted poster. Another challenger that was being to stoke the flames within his already ill-tempered patience. Before he could attend to him, he first had to take out the trash in front of him.

That was until the familiar shades of red and image of a stand appeared around the girl he knew as Annie. It appeared as though the gang had all arrived on either sheer luck or by gravity, the very force he knew that would guide all stand users exactly to each other. Despite his anger he wasn’t ignorant to the fact that Simon only survived his barrage to the face due to his own manipulation of a stand. Annie however seemed to be taking a more defensive approach to Joseppi with Neon sporting a massive shield speaking of using words over fists. “Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away?” Joseppi asked in an arrogant tone, walking slowly over to neon. Airbag had appeared once more this time in front of Joseppi, only inches away from Neon Knights shield. And in that moment, tension and energy swirled between the two like a short fuse. That was until Airbag made his move.

His elbow rested on top of the shield and almost instantly all the anger and menacing aura was extinguished from Joseppi as if it had never existed. Instead a boisterous laugh escaped Joseppi’s lungs as he turned to face Neon Knight. “Yeah you’re right let’s talk it out. Why don’t we get inside and get a drink? It looks like your friends here could use one…or four. I wonder what happened to them” he said patting Neon’s shield.

a demons alliance

A magical item of great importance had been stolen from the underworld. I’m his centuries of service, Kharon had finally failed on one of his only duties. He was met with great disappointment and anger by his servitor, but alas, he was lucky to have been known as a hunter as well. Entering the world of the living and tracking down the item would be a breeze, especially with an inferior species known as humans. They were a greedy race that constantly went to war with one another, a quality he didn’t mind as he was the guardian of the dead. Now getting to the world of the living was another ordeal, that was until a light binding erupted around him blinding his vision. Whatever spell was used Kharon was somehow summoned to the real world. Half the work was done for him all he needed to do was...his thought process shattered as he felt cripplingly weak upon arrival. Not only had he been sapped of strength but his demonic form gone with it. Pale fleshy skin was all he could make out, he had been chained to the body of a human. This was enough to send him into an outrage, but that wasn’t all for the nefarious demon. It appeared he was surrounded by his captors, what appeared to be humans with the affinity for magic. So they had evolved from years ago, but their chattering was so incessant and annoying it was stoking the fires within him even faster. Kharon snarled in anger letting out a deafening warped voice “WOULD YOU JUST BE QUIET!” Whatever candles had been lit in the room were suddenly extinguished. Still weak from his summon he fell to his knees reeling from his demonstration. Taking in a few gasps of air he raised his haid, “who are you?”

Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

Alas it was finally the day Enma would be able to attend the graduation ceremony and receive his headband. He could picture it now, the warmth of his ninja class behind him, his sensei to guide him up to the stage for a handshake and a well deserved headband, and then the assignment into his very own group. Who would he be paired with? Maybe an Uchiha or with Fukushu, who knew but whatever the case was he would make the best of it. The vision was so surreal in his mind as if he could almost reach out and grab it. That was until he heard an abrupt knocking that pulled him out of his dreamscape. A chill of fear struck through his spine realizing he was late to his own graduation, a bad look on someone who is generally on top of everything. If it wasn’t for Midori he would have stayed in his blissfully ignorant coma.

Sprouting out of the ground like a newly planted seed, Enma rushed to gather his things before exiting his estate. Running for what felt like hours finally brought him to the academy where he calmly collected himself before rushing into the room. The scene itself seemed pretty hectic with some air of tension he must have missed. Had he been there, he probably would have tried to smooth things over for clear sailing. It appeared Tensai had won recognition for his hard work. Enma was proud of his teammate even if it meant he wasn’t the one being recognized although Fukushu appeared to feel the exact opposite. Enma made his way to his group eyeing both Ria and Inokiku over. Their leader would he Sarutobi sensei, a mixed bag of very powerful and influential names in one team. The team dynamic would be interesting to watch develop between the four of them.

And yet despite this Ria had succumbed to a catatonic state and muttering something to herself over and over. Enma sensed something was about to go awry and quickly intercepted. Instead of Ria’s dome being split in two, his sensei would find her hand falling and gripping onto his own instead bearing the pain and insults for her instead. After she left with her instructions on where to me he rested his hand on her shoulder hoping to send his relaxing energy over her like a wave. “Are you okay Ria-chan? I’m looking forward to working with you so please treat me well” he said with a smile.

a demons alliance

Alright let's start

a demons alliance

Name: Kharon

Age: ??

Powers:

Hellhound Physiology: Unlike an ordinary demon, Kharon is a mythical beast known as a Hellhound, an Omen of Death. Guardian to the entrance to the world of the dead, he has sovereignty over all things related. Not only is he a guardian to the dead, but also guardian of anything in the realm of supernatural creatures or world. Being a hellhound permits him certain abilities such as super speed, strength, and access to hellfire. These features allow him to be a hunter of lost souls and formidable foe. Kharon has taken on a humanoid form for his contact to the world of the living, gaining sentience. Despite being imprisoned in a human body he can still channel his hellhound physiology through it. In such forms as channeling flames through his hands or his eyes (legends state that if someone stares into a hellhound's eyes three times or more, that person will surely die), claws and fangs, and a fiery coat of thick black fur.
Bio: Kharon has spent lifetimes as guardian of the realm of hell, seeking out lost souls and guarding the secrets of the supernatural. That was until one of the supernatural treasures had been taken from hell and brought to the world of the living. In service to his world, he has decided to venture to their world in order to find it and bring it back.

Other: Likes to burn anything to a crisp before eating it.

a demons alliance

Name: Kharon

Age: ??

Powers:

Hellhound Physiology: Unlike an ordinary demon, Kharon is a mythical beast known as a Hellhound, an Omen of Death. Guardian to the entrance to the world of the dead, he has sovereignty over all things related. Not only is he a guardian to the dead, but also guardian of anything in the realm of supernatural creatures or world. Being a hellhound permits him certain abilities such as super speed, strength, and access to hellfire. These features allow him to be a hunter of lost souls and formidable foe. Kharon has taken on a humanoid form for his contact to the world of the living, gaining sentience. Despite being imprisoned in a human body he can still channel his hellhound physiology through it. In such forms as channeling flames through his hands or his eyes (legends state that if someone stares into a hellhound's eyes three times or more, that person will surely die), claws and fangs, and a fiery coat of thick black fur.
Bio: Kharon has spent lifetimes as guardian of the realm of hell, seeking out lost souls and guarding the secrets of the supernatural. That was until one of the supernatural treasures had been taken from hell and brought to the world of the living. In service to his world, he has decided to venture to their world in order to find it and bring it back.

Other: Likes to burn anything to a crisp before eating it.

a demons alliance

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I'll have it up after my midterm tonight.

a demons alliance

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Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

His gaze was focused like a laser, any finer and a beam of light would have shot out of his eyes into the skull of Simon. The tension in the air was thickening and not just from the help of Air Bag either. It was starting to become the start of an old fashioned duel. It was ages since he had last been a participant in one, his hand hungry to stretch its fingers and speed. Joseppi in the moment didn’t care much of what Simon has to say for himself as he knew all too well from a life of law enforcement that people would say anything to get out of the trouble they made for themselves. The challenge of a duel was dancing on the top of his tongue, his mouth forming the sentence before letting it out. Just as he was about to talk he was interrupted by the girl who seemed to be quite taken with the stammering mustache. Unintentionally, Joseppi whipped his gaze towards Jules, his eyes now fixated on her instead .

“Now listen miss, we were having a nice conversation until that poster hit you in the face. Making you mad was not my intention at all. I would like to make that up to you and ask what you saw, but as for being friends with him” he said exasperated with his thumb pointing over his shoulder, “I don’t quite see that future in the cards right now.”

The cowardly lion finally seemed to find the courage he had when he crossed Joseppi on the first leg of the race. He turned back to Simon as he spoke. “Why wait till after then to tell me about it? Unless you’re hiding someone or [i]something[/] in that body of yours. Go ahead and call them on out” Joseppi dug into him trying to see if Simon would call his bluff on knowing he was a stand user. Not only was his accent as heavy and annoying as he was but the excuses he was using were just the same. “Now let me get this right. You came and joined this race expecting to avoid aggression and violence the whole time?!” Joseppi guffawed violently. “What kind of idiot do you take me for?” He asked.

Joseppi had almost forgot he had an audience until the bartender interjected. “I don’t want any trouble in this here establishment. You already knocked down the door so please leave.” Joseppi turned his back to the two brushing off jules arm in the process. “You’re right good sir how rude of me, I’ll just take this out—-“ suddenly a stray bottle flew from behind Joseppi and smashed into his back shattering on impact. It seemed as though one of the patrons was getting antsy in anticipation of the fight and got ahead of himself. The original target was meant for Simon but somehow he had missed, probably from intoxication, but nevertheless it hit Joseppi instead.

The room once again fell deathly silent. Joseppi smile froze on his face and his eyelids appeared stapled shut. After what felt like forever, branches off veins popped through his skin in anger as he whipped around and summoned airbag. Both arms aiming for each competitor behind him. Only one word could be heard echoing throughout the area, “ORA!”