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Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Jae said
Oh no. She can't torture humans under working for Issac.Yeah I know. Hmph. I suppose she could work for Issac, but what if she wanted to have a human of her own? Would she be allowed to torture him?

*cough* Lillith. *cough cough*
She has toys to play with. Her rules though are to avoid leaving scars. :P

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Practice raising a human corpse on a dead npc who didn't make it through tortures. After all, who says the humans in Vlad's dungeons all have to be player characters.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

... poor Rand... Mike's gonna make him be tortured twice as much.

[Beauty+Dating Tips Thread] So Valentine's Day is coming up...

Oh... Valentine's Day. Bane of my existence. Now that I'm not single, I'm supposed to care.

Time to find presents for a chocolate-hater.

EDIT:
Settled on cheesecake with strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and a strawberry flavored sauce that I'll be making.

Not sure what to use the heart-shaped strawberry ice cubes on though.

Finality of Mankind

Lol, I had plenty of time to create my CSes. I had them done a few days ago. :P

Rainard

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Damon

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Finality of Mankind

If wars will always exist, then let us kill and kill, until there is nothing left. I don’t mind.

Name
Damon Leland

Age
19

Gender
Male

Aura Color
Black

Appearance
Damon is 6 foot 4 inches with black hair and dark eyes. He keeps his hair cropped short. After all, there’s no point in giving someone another thing to grab hold of. Damon is very fit due to his training in Solumfortis. He has strong features. His eyes are cold and serious. His expression is almost always bland and emotionless.

Personality
Damon isn’t someone who speaks a lot, at least in the presence of people who he doesn’t know well. He follows orders and protects those on his side. However, he shows no mercy to enemies and becomes very brutal and ferocious. He’s overheard a rumor or two saying that he smiles when he’s killing, or that he only seems to be alive on the battlefield, but he ignores these rumors. He’s loyal to his own side, and stubborn as a mule. When he makes a decision, no matter how small it is, he does not go back on it easily. To some extent he follows the concept of honor, and he holds his values dear.

History
Damon, like the rest of the people of Solumfortis, started harsh training from a young age. You trained till you could no longer stand, and trained until you were used to the smell of your own vomit and sweat and blood. Of course, if through the harsh training, you couldn’t keep your food down, you’d be taunted and humiliated. So, though he’d felt like vomiting many times when he first started, he managed to keep it down.

He always made sure to continue exercises just a little longer at a slower pace, because he found that if he did that, he’d feel a little less sick. He assumed it was because he was practicing more and growing stronger, and that if he showed more resolve, he’d feel less sick. He was right that it would make him less sick, but his reasoning was incorrect. The truth was, he was doing cool downs, and that was what made him feel better later. Regardless, under the mistaken belief that continuing to push on past your limit using nothing but willpower would make him feel better, he continued to practice. He practiced more than the others, training and training as often as he could, to strengthen his willpower.

This, of course caught the attention of the trainers, who praised him for his hard work. However, it also earned him the ire and jealousy of the others, who hated always being told to try to be more like Damon. Due to this, he was mostly isolated among the younger crowd. There were also those, among the older group, who marked him as someone to look out for in the future. So even as a child, he had already made enemies.

Of course, being a silly inexperienced child, he had absolutely no idea that people viewed him that way. He took everything at face value, not realizing at all that people might possibly be upset at him or dislike him. After all, all he was doing was working hard. What was wrong with that? Unfortunately for him, things weren’t so simple.

There was a “training accident.”

Because of it, Damon’s standing among his peers fell. Sure it was only supposed to be training, but accidents happened from time to time.

Damon was trained according to his talent and skill, so he was training with people a bit older than him. Due to this, the difference between himself and his classmates wasn’t that different. People would mutter a few mocking comments among themselves, but Damon paid them no mind. He continued to practice with the second best of that group. Damon, at the time, was the best due to his immense amount of practice. In the sparring session, his opponent was putting extra pressure on him due to the skill, and Damon accidentally instinctively struck out. Because he had reacted on instinct, he pulled his blow too late.

His opponent’s arm suffered a compound fracture. The resulting horror caused the opponent to panic, and the damage grew worse. People had to forcibly settle him down. Damon moved forward to help, but one of his classmates blocked his way.

“Haven’t you done enough!” she shouted.

Shocked, Damon froze, and couldn’t respond to defend himself. In the eyes of his peers, this was a silent admission to the accusation.

It seemed that most people thought he had intentionally crushed his opponent. People thought he had been upset because he wasn’t getting as much attention as before. They said he had intentionally done that trying to make himself look better, and make sure no one could beat him. The stories portrayed him as a cruel power-hungry person who was jealous of others getting the spotlight. Of course, these weren’t the only rumors the rumor-mill was churning out. There were many theories as to why it had happened, but very few portrayed it as an accident.

After all, the most popular theories were the ones that made the current top student look the worst. Damon tried to defend himself, but very few people chose to listen to him. They mostly thought he was making things up as damage control. After all, he was the best student, he seemed like he was very skilled. He shouldn’t have had so much trouble with his opponent that he wouldn’t be able to pull his blow. Besides, that kind of injury was so bad, how could it be the result of an accident?

Even though he tried to defend himself, these thoughts were already so ingrained into the minds of the listeners, that they had begun to regard it as truth. After that, Damon continued to train and train and train, but he was isolated from the rest. Nothing he could do or say would change the impressions people had of him.

This was not necessarily a bad thing, because he continued to channel all of his frustrations into practicing, until his mind was too numb to think. When he could barely stand or raise a weapon, he would force himself to continue on. He practiced the basics every day, and remained innocent of all the power playing and tricks that continued on behind the scenes. For him, there was nothing but training. Well, nothing but training, and his sister.

There were four people in his family, originally: Damon, his older sister Avila, and his parents. Unfortunately, he lost his father in battle and then his mother, in the latter half of the first ten years of his life. Because of this, he was extremely close to his sister, who he relied on for emotional support. Then one day, she too was gone, and Damon was all alone. He no longer needed quarters for two, so he had no choice but to pack up all he had left of his family and make room for another.

He remembered the notification, the tears, the disbelief that he had felt when he first found out, but there was no pity. The weak died, and that was the way of life. An orphan would have to be strong, and survive. To weep, grieve, and carry on about death and loss in public was shameful. So he kept it all inside, and grief became rage and hatred.

He would kill those who had taken his loved ones from him. They took his mother, his father, and even his sister from him. They would not get him too. This time, he would make them suffer.

Being the straightforward fool that he was, he did the only thing he knew how to do: practice. So he continued to throw himself into training with fervor. He learned how to use as many weapons as possible, and mastered as many of them as he could. He learned many different fighting styles, how to kill the most effectively, how to use tactics and terrain to his advantage, etc. By the time he was of age to go to war, he was undoubtedly strong, but still many were stronger.

Some had both cunning and strength, some had natural talent, and others like him had only hard work and practice.

Despite all of his struggling, despite driving himself like a madman, he was not the strongest. He discovered that early on. He watched a match in the coliseum, against the man who was regarded as third strongest, and saw him fall to the blade to a man he had never heard of. At that point, he realized that he had so much further to go. He could chase and chase and chase, and never attain the title of strongest.

As always, he chose to practice.

He decided that if he could not win in strength alone, he would win by experience. He would train himself for the worst conditions, and increase his durability and the strength of his energy. He trained in low light conditions, low oxygen conditions, muddy terrain, rocky terrain, sandy terrain, etc. He even trained himself to fight while waist deep in water. Again, his strength grew exponentially, but it was not enough. As he trained and trained, more challenged the Apprentice, but no one won against him.

Finally, it was time to go to war. Somehow, on the battlefield, Damon found himself near the Apprentice. As he fought, anxiety and exhilaration warred over him. It was during the battle, that Damon, who had wound up behind the apprentice, first became acquainted with him.

A man from the side of Solumfortis tried to attack the Apprentice from behind. Damon, being nearby, saw this shameful action, and felt a cold rage come over him. How dare this man try to topple the strength of the Apprentice with such a cowardly method! How dare this man try to strike down a comrade in the heat of battle! Propelled by fury, Damon closed the distance between himself and the man, and ran him through from behind. With his strength, the man had been lifted onto his toes, with the blade of a sword jutting out through his chest. The man’s spine had been broken, and his heart pierced in one blow. He died quickly.

Damon yanked his blade out immediately and his eyes met the surprised eyes of the Apprentice.

“You… you stick with me.” the Apprentice said.

From then on, Damon became the Apprentice’s right hand.

City
Solumfortis

Extra
Damon prefers to use swords with one edge, a sharp tip, and a sharp blade.

He’s a friend of the Apprentice in Combat Naunix Xeduun.

He’s been quietly nicknamed the Prince of Darkness’ Dog and The Right hand of the Apprentice.

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Peace cannot be achieved without compromise. It is my firm belief, that compromise is better than war.

Name
Rainard Valentine

Age
21

Gender
Male

Aura Color
Gray

Appearance
Rainard is a brown haired, brown-eyed, tan, six-foot tall man. His hair, when untied, reaches a couple of inches past the top of his shoulder. Normally, he pulls his hair back into a ponytail at the base of his skull and ties it with a strip of rawhide. He is of an athletic build, broad shouldered, and muscled. He has a chiseled, good-natured face. He has very open expressions, and his default expression seems to be a very faint smile.

Personality
Rainard is a calm, cautious, curious, and cordial person. He also seems to be a very hard-working individual.

He does not want to kill, and he does not want to die, so he compromised. To kill is the very last resort. If someone attacks him, he will try to dodge, if he cannot dodge, he will try to block, and if the person is too strong for him to simply dodge or block, then he will attack. If the person came with the intent to capture or kill, he would reason with them as much as he could before resorting to violence. If that wasn’t an option, than he would try incapacitating them, but if that was not possible and the attacker remained dangerous, he would then have to kill.

History
When Rainard was first brought to practice, he was intimidated. After participating and learning, he discovered that he really enjoyed the morning practices. When he started school, he at first hated it. The classes he took didn’t really make sense to him, and even though he knew he needed to learn how to read and write, it seemed difficult. Weirdly enough, at some point, reading sort of clicked, and suddenly became interesting. After that, his enjoyment of learning expanded to the scholarly areas as well.

He learned the layout of the area, how to find food, and how to find water. He learned how to protect himself from the rays of the sun and prevent himself from overheating, but the classes that intrigued him the most were the history and philosophy classes. He became curious about the people in the world outside, and what happened in the past. Why had the atmosphere disappeared? Why did people have to fight? Wasn’t there a simple solution to this? So why hadn’t it worked before.

The purpose of the philosophy classes was to bring understanding about the current war and the belief systems of the people fighting in it. The goal was to give the people information and allow them to draw their own conclusions. Of course, bias couldn’t be avoided. Diplomacy and compromise was made to seem the best solution, what with discussions of the deaths and loss of loved ones that came with war. Special attention was also brought to the fact that the man-made atmosphere seemed to be becoming thinner. This helped focus members of Shiloh on the issue of the atmosphere and give them a sense of urgency that something needed to be done. It also reinforced the sense that fighting a long drawn out war was ridiculous, when time seemed to already be running out.

Due to this, a great many of Rainard’s classmates focused on either improving their technology and science or on improving their skills so they could protect their town from the people after their knowledge or their town. The general consensus is that they would have to improve their town fast to make it completely self-sustainable in case the atmosphere disappeared, and find a way to protect it.

Rainard himself was considered a brilliant student, who could have chosen either path. The path he chose was to learn some of both. So he would train for the first half of the morning, then he would go and immerse himself in the research work of others and gather knowledge for himself, and then he would practice again, research again, and practice again before going to bed. This does not mean that his time was filled entirely with practicing and researching, it just meant that he spent a lot of time doing them.

Rainard gave himself plenty of breaks and spent time socializing. Since Rainard participated in so many things, he was relatively well-acquainted with those who went to practice and those who researched. When he found a theory or a subject he was interested, he would always go out of his way to find people who knew about the topic or created the theory. Due to this, he was also well known among researchers. Because of his rigid schedule, he was relatively easy to find. So his friends would always show up at the end of practices or research and they would go enjoy themselves for an hour or two before they’d part.

Of course, he rarely interacted with people from the cities, though if he ran into them, he did try to strike up conversations. It seems the ones sent to his town were mostly close-mouthed individuals. Either that, or there was a huge culture difference he was unaware of. So among members of Shiloh, he is very good at socializing, but among strangers… he has trouble striking up conversations.

Recently, Rainard has been more interested in the outside world. He’s begun exploring a bit to the edge of the borders of the town. He might well consider exploring outside of town soon.

City
Rainard lives in a neutral town about equidistant from Solumfortis and Terraspei though it is not in between the two cities. This town is called Shiloh.

Shiloh is an interesting town, in that it is peaceful, neutral, and has a well-trained, organized militia.

All members of Shiloh participate in self-defense and combat training once they are five if they are able to. They undergo a daily practice that lasts about an hour to maintain and improve their skills. They stop this sort of practicing when they are no longer able-bodied. There are other optional training times to suit the schedules of the people. Shiloh maintains several trainers whose sole responsibility is to ensure that the population is capable of self-defense and survival.

They are trained in fighting with many weapons, but most people of Shiloh prefer to use weapons that will not kill (e.g. batons, staves, and brass knuckles). This of course means that they will require more skill than their opponents, to defeat them without killing them. Shiloh generally tries to look for the best methods for their people. For example, if someone cannot fight, they are instead taught ways to hide, run away, and trick pursuers. Those who cannot build up strength are taught to think tactically and make up for less power with skill.

Besides making sure that their population is prepared to survive in case of danger, they are also required to have an education. It is required for all members of Shiloh to learn how to read, write, do at least basic math, and learn other practical skills. This education typically lasts around five years for children before it is no longer mandatory. Lessons can be skipped if one passes all necessary exams to prove one already possesses this knowledge. Occasionally, older people return for refresher classes or to continue advancing in knowledge so the ages of students in a single class can vary greatly.

The residents of Shiloh paid special attention to their own energy dome and another dome they were creating with care. They also paid special attention to sustainable energy sources, and looked for ways to improve their community and current energy source. They focused a great deal on planting trees and vegetation around their houses in hopes of using them to help filter their air.

Shiloh already has quite a few sustainable energy generators. Some of their technology was borrowed from Terraspei, and some of it was created through their own theory and ancient knowledge found on a still-working terminal and in carefully preserved tomes. Shiloh’s own library is hidden carefully deep within the ground. The knowledge is open to all people so long as they promise that there will be no violence within the borders of their town or anywhere near them.

Due to this, Solumfortis and Terraspei fight elsewhere or ambush each other, on the way in. However, they do keep from fighting within the borders due to the knowledge that the people in town are attentive and would not hesitate to destroy the precious collection of knowledge they possess. There are secret archives, as people in Solumfortis and Terraspei suspect. However, these archives are well-hidden, and no spies seem to be able to find these archives, no matter how hard they look.

The library is free for access, and people are allowed to take notes or copy the books on their own with their own resources if they wish. They are simply not allowed to take the books out of the library. Also, their library is regularly updated with new discoveries, so destroying the town, killing the people, and stealing their research is undesired.

Shiloh’s stance is that they should be prepared for everything. Shiloh generally takes a long-term view of things and chose to plan for the long-term rather than the short-term. Of course, there are and always will be exceptions. A maxim of Shiloh is that: “There is no one true way.” Due to this maxim, the people of Shiloh tend to be more open minded. They also tend to be more flexible. So if a method doesn’t work for one person, they’ll look for another method rather than force someone to do something they are incapable of.

Their foreign policy is that they are absolutely neutral, and they will not involve themselves in this war. Due to that, any trespass here will not be forgiven, and all data will be given to the other side, or destroyed in an instant if there is no other option.

Another thing that was discovered was that Solumfortis secretly sent a force to take the data of Shiloh; however, they were spotted before they even reached the borders of the town. That should have been no issue, except that the whole force was subjugated and taken prisoner. Immediately, Shiloh sent some of their newer information to Terraspei, reported this event to both cities, and requested answers from Solumfortis. Solumfortis denied knowledge of this attack, and left the prisoners entirely in the hands of Shiloh. It was also agreed that no one of Solumfortis would visit Shiloh until the prisoners were dealt with.

This proved that Shiloh would do as it said, but more importantly, also proved that Shiloh was strong. Though losing knowledge to Terraspei left a bad taste to Solumfortis, this event established that Shiloh was strong and therefore deserved respect. The extra knowledge made Terraspei happy, so strangely enough, this event improved Shiloh’s relationship with both cities.

Shiloh has already found many ways to make water and energy, so they already have a good start. The town of Shiloh is filled with carefully manicured plants. They also have man-made ponds full of salt water and fresh water, in which they keep a stock of fish. Shiloh has a rather large set of science buildings. They have separate buildings for genetic engineering, zoology, agriculture, ecology, biology, medicine etc. Due to these things, Shiloh is among one of the most advanced towns of the crater, though its research facilities do not compare to those of Terraspei.

Extra
Rainard is more focused on the defensive aspects of abilities and combat. He tends to use a staff for combat, though he can also use a shield to bash and rush enemies. He is also very skilled at creating, maintaining, and reinforcing armor for himself.

His friends call him Rain or Val.

Finality of Mankind (Sci-fi/apocolypse) Always Open

OOC and IC is here.

Finality of Mankind (Sci-fi/apocolypse) Always Open

Interested!

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Ivan stepped into the castle grounds, and looked around. Nothing. The girl was nowhere to be found.

"How the ll did she just disappear? That damn l. I swear, she does this crap to bug me. Whatever, I'll show her soon enough." With that, he turned and made his way, teleporting every few feet to get further in a shorter amount of time.

A few minutes later, the vampire burst through one of the doorways and teleported in front of a servant. Ivan scowled and pulled the servant, by the collar of his shirt, close to his face.
"The girl. Where did she go? I know you must have seen her," He snarled, gripping the gun tighter.

The servant, scared out of his mind, pointed in the direction both of the females had gone, and Ivan started in that direction.

***
"Yes, you absolutely can stay over with me, it will be like a sleepover." Lillith replied.

She glanced quickly around the hall before ushering Aniela into her room. "I think trouble's incoming, so it might be best for me to head somewhere more open. You can follow if you want." Lillith said.

She closed the door behind her, locked it, and then darted to her window. She yanked it open and then threw herself out in open air over the courtyard in the center of the complex.

Heh, like I'll be caught that easily.

She tucked her head in and rolled as she landed to lessen the impact before darting away behind bushes.

***
Ani furrowed her brows. What was this 'danger'? She then immediatly thought it was the man from earlier. He seemed to absolutely hate Lillith.

As Lillith shut the door and locked it, thats when she honestly got confused. How could this guy be that bad? Well, they were going to soon find out. With a sigh Aniela followed Lillith out the window. She jumped out of the window and landed near Lillith. "Is he this bad?" She asked.

***
"Yes and no." Lillith replied. She warily looked around.

***
Ivan stopped in front of the succubus' room a few minutes later, and pounded on the door.

"Lillith! I know youre in there! Open the damn door. Now!"

The vampire continued to pound on the door, over and over. Still, there was no answer. Frustrated, Ivan turned to walk away but stopped when an idea popped into his head. You idiot! You can teleport your way through the stupid door! With a dark smile, Ivan turned around, then teleported through the locked door.

Ivan was met with an empty room, which caused him to let out a loud, exasperated groan. He looked around, mentally cursing himself for thinking she would be in there, and her for pulling crap like this. That was when his eyes locked onto the open window. Should have known you would pull crap like this. Running off and then trying to run from a scolding that is coming to you. Typical. Ivan shook his head and teleported out onto the courtyard, about a hundred feet behind the two females.

"Found you," He mumbled to himself before teleporting every few feet to be able to catch up to them. When he was close enough to earshot, he heard the other female's question and smiled. He teleported once more right inbetween the two and, not looking at either one of them, answered the question.

"Yes, I am that bad. Regardless of what Lillith thinks."

***
Lillith didn't even bother to curse. She immediately leapt back and then to the side in a random direction, and then started running. With luck, she'd be able to get away. Too bad her room window wasn't facing the forest. Unfortunately, it was too protected for that.

Next time I'll go over the roof.

***
Aniela crossed her arms and looked at the man in front of her. She used her own teleportation powers to teleport in front of him. "So why do you have to watch her? Doesn't it seem such a hard job keeping up with Lillith?" the Empousai asked him. Her eyes were trained on him. "How are you so bad when you can't keep up with a girl like her?" she taunted.

He can't even keep up with a small girl like her. No wonder she runs away so often. Aniela thought before turning around and sprinting after the succubus.

***
Ivan stopped suddenly, almost ramming into the female. Not even listening to what she had to say, he focused his eyes on the small girl running away. When she was done speaking, he merely turned to face her, shook his head, and then sprinted after the female. His superspeed kicked in, and he flew right past the female, not even turning to give her a smug smile; not that she would have seen it, anyway.

Just to close in the gap, he teleported the rest of the way, so that he was right in front of the girl. "Hello, Lillith."

***
Lillith skidded to a stop and turned to run away in the opposite direction. The loss of speed was a fatal error though.

***
Now was his chance. He had the girl right in his grasp. Ivan smiled and his arm shot out to grab the girl's arm. Once he had it in a death grip, he yanked her and teleported them both to a nearby wall. He spared no time in throwing her up against the wall and moving his hand up to her neck.

"You little pain in my ass," he hissed, raising his gun to her abdomen to hopefully stop her struggling. "You think that just because you are Vlad's adoptive niece, that you can do whatever you want? Do you?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "Well guess what, you can't do whatever you want. It doesn't work like that at all. You don't rule this place. Your uncle does, and so do I. You got that?"

***
The surprise of being caught and thrown caused Lillith to lose her grip on her glamour magic. In place of the little girl from before, was an older beautifully proportioned woman. Shimmering waves of black hair cascaded down the sides of her face.

Ewwww.... I wouldn't want to be in there, please don't say such a thing. Lillith mentally begged as she tried not to laugh. So long as she could amuse herself in her mind, she could keep any fear at bay.

"My, my, Ivan. Didn't my Uncle teach you any manners? You're not supposed to treat a lady so roughly." she replied with a barely hidden smirk and mischief dancing in her dark eyes.

She then opened her mouth again to scream.

***
"You? A lady? Don't make me laugh, Lillith."

Ivan scowled and pressed the gun up against her side opening his mouth to say something else. He stopped, however, and widened his eyes when he saw that she had opened her mouth to try and scream. Immediately, the hand around Lillith's neck tightened, and the scowl on Ivan's face deepened. His eyes turned a bright shade of red, his fangs extended, and he leaned in his head closer to the girl.

"Don't you even think about it, Lillith," he hissed. "You let out one sound, and I will kill you. I don't care what Vlad does to me. It will be very, very worth it."

***
Lillith thought it over. The worst case scenario, she'd lose consciousness and be choked to death. Since everyone should already know who had been chasing her, then everyone should know who did it. Well, the other worst case scenario would be to be shot, but that alone wouldn't kill her, so long as he didn't shoot her in the heart. Well, more importantly, she should do something about this suffocation. Being non-human had its merits. She could hold her breath way longer, but it sure was annoying the way his grip hurt her throat.

She brought her hand up grabbed his thumb and snapped it backwards quickly. There was a satisfying crack as she dropped out of his grasp and onto the floor. As she went down, she snapped his other thumb for good measure and snatched his gun. She stood up again and brushed her dress off as she held the gun in one hand.

"Sheesh. Choking women for fun. Ivan, you have terrible hobbies." She snarked after clearing her throat. "You also have a terrible way of showing interest. Pillow talk usually comes after the deed." Lillith paused. "Unless choking was good enough for you. You don't last long, do you?" Lillith taunted.

***
The snapping of both thumbs hurt enough to disorient him for a few moments, but not enough to make him want to go running for the hills. If anything, the action made him even more angry. Not really paying attention to what the girl was saying, he snapped both of his thumbs back in place with a small hiss of pain, before looking back at her.

He waited for her to finish her taunt. When she was finished, Ivan's scowl had turned into a smug smile. He pulled out his tazer from his belt and shot it at the girl. The two small wires shot out and connected with her skin; one on the top of her chest, close to the heart, and the other a few inches away from that. A small laugh escaped the vampire's lips as he kept his finger on the trigger, sending a continuous pulse of electricity into the female, causing her to crumple to the floor.

Once she was down, Ivan made his way, his finger still on the trigger, over to the succubus and looked down at her.

"Believe me, Lillith, even if I wanted to waste my time on you like that, choking would only be the start." Ivan let go of the trigger, then knelt down next to Lillith. "I would like my gun back, please." For good measure, and for just a bit of fun, he pulled the trigger yet again.

***
Lillith gritted her teeth. Like Hell she'd give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out or watch her lose control of her muscles. It took her a moment, but somehow, she willed herself to raise her arm with the gun and shot at his foot. Whether it hit or missed, she didn't care. She just wanted to make him dance. When the clip emptied, she weakly tossed the gun aside. At this point in time, if she tried to get up, she would just fall on her face. So she stayed where she was. There was no more strength left in her body. That was the last act of resistance she could muster currently.

***
When the first bullet went off, Ivan moved his away just in time, letting some of his sole take the hit instead of him. He had no time to pull the trigger again because she kept firing. Although it was easy to dodge the bullets, thanks to his speed, the hassle of it all irritated him even more. Once the clip was emptied, and the gun tossed aside, Ivan pulled the trigger of the tazer one last time before detaching the wires, not even bothering to take them out of her skin, and putting it back in it's holster.

"Stupid girl," he mumbled to himself as he went to go pick up the gun. "You're lucky that you didn't hit me, you little wench. You would have been really sorry, then."

Ivan turned to face the girl and cocked his head to the side, giving her a smug smile before checking the movement of his almost healed thumbs. "Wait until your uncle finds out about your little stunt today. Oh, I can't wait for that scolding." With that, he holstered his gun and walked away.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Nytem4re said
Just don't question how things work. Usually when people start asking questions, even if it is legitimate, what happens is that someone is going to get worked up about it. Just put logic aside and let things happen. Asuna is a co-gm, so I assume she knows what she's doing. I hope.

Good point.