decayedAngel

Lords of the Underword

Nathan would gain control of his body, bolting back with everyone, reaching the front door, he peers out, the Scottish lands quiet, for the moments, He would look back and say in a quiet voice "..Nothing's there-" He would then suddenly hear a loud **BANG**. Turning he would see something that resembled a normal human, but with out of place proportions, his eyes would widen, noticing the cracks around the Angel, He broke the paved gravel leading to the castle doors.

Nathan would panic, pumping a shot into the Angels chest, causing it to disappear, more over, fly off, injured, a loud hiss being heard as he yells back "I lied! They're here! They're definitely here!" He would begin to turn, the angel which returned, takes his grip on Nathan's shirt, and forces him back into the wall, Pain quickly taking over Nathan's body, healing the injuries he sustained. Pain would pivot his hand forward and yell "ONLY I CAN HURT MY MEAT-BAG!" collapsing the chest of the Angel, again causing it to disappear. Pain seizes control of Nathan's body, leaving him in slight pain anyway, to harden him up somewhat "Ugh.."

Lords of the Underword

Nathan would listen to Pain as he began making sense of all this "Right, Well, Firing Range! I get to teach a faggot how to deal pain. I love it!" Pain would laugh loudly, controlling Nathans body, although giving him control over his eyes and mouth. Pain would position Nathan's hands with the shotgun quite professionally, aiming down the sight he would pump a blast into one of the sheets they had down the firing range, practically demolishing it, Pain would laugh loudly before saying in Nathan's mind "THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!" Pains excitement somewhat scared Nathan and made him excited himself, a light smirk forming

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

Sorry to say this gang, But I will be dropping from this RP, I am not getting a level of enjoyment out of it that I wanted and I am not getting much RP inclusion. Seeya gang. It's been fun :)

The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

Nathan wouldn't follow what they said, it annoyingly explained in a way he doesn't understand, he would just simply copy the other students, shaky, scared that if he will be caught out unknowing what he is doing.

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Lords of the Underword

Nathan would stare absently at the guns and weapons, seemingly unearthly and yet, looking like modern models, AK-47s, M4A1s, Ect. He would reach forward grabbing a Desert Eagle, and cocking it back, hearing it click loudly. He would also reach toward what would be a Machete. Pain grins at his decisions, such a grin burning into his eyes, causing him to close his eyes and say angrily, in a hushed, quiet voice "You..You are influencing me to choose this shit..To..Deal Pain.." Pain would take over his body and say in the same tone "Yes..Because a part of you wants to deal Pain..Me. Now, I believe this is what I am looking for!" He would grab a holster for both the machete and the Desert Eagle, he would holster both of them as he straps them to his body, reaching for the Combat shotgun and laughing loudly, yelling with an echo

"THIS! THIS IS WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR!" Before laughing maniacally, and strapping it tightly to his back, before Nathan takes over once more and groans "..Damnit.." and looking to Griffin, deciding if he is to use these weapons, he would need to train.

The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

Nathan would watch people running about, eating food and laughing together, he would sit quietly on the floating staircase step and stay reserved. His hands would fiddle with eachothers fingers.

The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

Nathan would move to the Spiral Staircase area, waiting quietly, not exactly hungry, He would stand around, before finally sitting on a step, sighing and resting his elbows on his knees and hands against his chin