Eleventhfret

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

Harley looked to Hazel with uncertainty until he realized, She's as nervous as me. he then gathered up every ounce of testosterone and confidence in him and scooted a bit closer to her, pulling the ol' arm on the shoulders. This was not, however, just any girl. If she thought he was creepy, or got startled, she could easily incinerate him, or the entire forest, just because Harley was all too eager to get his hands on her. On the contrary, Harley was no ordinary boy. He was fucked in the head, and not too terribly against being roasted if it was by Hazel. Plus, he always kinda wondered if he'd smell like bacon if he was cooked. He then looked to the subject of his slightly demented affection. "So, cupcake, got plans for lunch tomorrow?" He asked casually, dying from anxiety internally.

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

And during this awkward moment of teenaged love, Harley realized he had some blood from his demonic sacrifice on his shirt

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

"Hey, what are you doing?" Harley asked, feeling entirely rejected as she stopped leaning on him, he then tensed up, his cheeks painted an in-your-face red, like a coppery sunset. His eyes widened as he realized how vulnerable he just made himself. He decided it best to act like it didn't even bother him, however that utterly failed, and he instead stared at the table, completely silent. His mind drifted to Amadeus, he would call this, 'An Amadeus Moment.' Something so stupid, you would only expect it from Amadeus. Harley's tail half-heartedly flickered as he spoke. "Uhh, I--I-I uhh, like, your...everything, kinda." He stuttered, not yet feeling ballsy enough to actually look at her. He quietly rubbed his arm where she'd been leaning before setting his hands on the table and twiddling his thumbs.

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

Yeah, but in the original, she was just.. :/
I feel like This is relevant.

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

Harley blushed, the red tint on his bronze skin hardly lasting more than a second. "Because, I like you, I mean, a lot. Not too much! But enough, because, you know, you're uhh, ya know.." Harley then trailed off quietly, not really able to form anything resembling a sentence. "And good hair, too." He said as he regained his basic speech abilities. He looked over the girl, almost to make sure she was pretty, after all, while that demon hung around, anything with boobs was 'pretty'. He sheathed the swords. He chewed his bottom lip, looking at the bench, doing all he could not to look at Hazel, for fear of blushing, she was so close to him, he felt as if he might melt. "Did you know this was invented by a group of Assassins? They set it here so that it was as inconspicuous as possible, it's got protection from scrying and invisibility spells." He half-lied, he didn't know if there were assassins, but he did know about the enchantments. He looked over at her and blushed immediately turned to the table. "It's like, humid out here or something." He managed, albeit nervously and awkwardly.

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

"Because, I'm not particularly in the mood to deal with anyone." Harley motioned for Hazel to follow as he started walking through the thick foliage until a bench came into sight, even with his newly gained proficiency, such a far teleportation was gonna be difficult. "We're about five miles away from your tent." He remarked nonchalantly as he sat on the wooden bench. It was perfect, a bright red, it stood in stark contrast to the peaceful greenery it was surrounded by. A lovely bench indeed. a magical one actually, it never faded, and dispelled all but the strongest nearby scrying and invisibly magic. He cracked his knuckles, then back, then neck, the noises resonating. "Also, please don't yank my tail, it's connected to my spine." Harley remarked, gently rubbing the smooth surface of his new tail.

He grabbed the hilts at his side, holding them like swords, he focussed energy into his palms, suddenly causing the hilts to project blades, a Shiiing ringing out. "You dig?" Harley waggled a brow at Hazel, those swords certainly weren't easy to acquire.

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

This RP needs a relatively weak character who could obliterate anyone in real life. DBZ has Krillin, Naruto has Sakura, you get it. :D

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

Dude, Ama is Krillin, he needs to stop being Krillin, and be Tien, also, gave Harley a power UP. Because Ama will never attain Harley's level of badassery.

The Battle for Astrea II [Always Open]

Harley winced as his tail was yanked, biting his lip. "It's actually for you!" Harley said, the pain that shot up his spine residing after a moment. "I got rid of her, this is the side effect, I guess you could say I'm...tainted?" He said, not really remembering the explanation. "I'm pretty sure Solanne thinks we're all idiots, Mari, loves you. And Amadeus is a lame ass, forget him." Harley said reassuringly. Harley looked at Hazel, taking in her fiery attitude. "I'd almost forgotten about the little Incinerator inside you." He shrugged, then yawning and stretching, he ran a hand through his hair. He recalled having a long, irritating talk with the demoness, and a small kiss, that nearly paralyzed him. He glanced around the thick foliage, slightly disappointed about the food, he'd kinda planned to eat some. "You're not in a hurry to get back are you?"

Match Academy

@karamonnom

Derek entirely ignored Jess, he wasn't about to interrupt his playing for some trivial question. He listened, to the violin, instantly turning off the amp. Violin was clearly the sexiest instrument ever, he looked up at the violinist skeptically, it was also very versatile. He strode up to Tahlia, his tail flickering more as he approached. "Hey, I'm Derek, you play well, you could probably join our band." Then a thought entered his mind. "Nobody wants to join a nameless band, it's just lame." He shrugged it off, noticing that his tail was emitting a thick purple smoke as it flailed madly.

"I'm gonna go over and play more guitar." He mumbled something quietly as he walked away, his tail calming down entirely. He plugged his guitar back in, messing with the dials a bit until his guitar produced a heavy, muddy sound. He started to play a grungey song, humming to himself as he tapped his foot.