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Hawhawh. :3 That is perfectly alright.
Bel watched as Harp yelled about having to go to the bathroom, merely watching him run up the stairs. His nostril's flared as he sucks in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling. He had scared him, that much was obvious. But what did the cupid expect? Had that angel not been threatening them both? Or had he been sorely mistaken? He didn't think so. Maybe he had used a bit to much power, but he had bolted in with full intent on killing her... at least at first.

"Don't run..." Bel's voice rumbles out, echoing somewhat. "It is alright to be afraid." As he says this though, his form would slowly be returning back to normal. The black cracks in his skin receding, leaving rather red marks in their place. His eyes slowly returning to their bright emerald green, no traces of blackness or blood red anywhere. Even his claws were returning to normal. The only thing that did not fully change back was his hair, which by now all but the tips were black. It really didn't seem fitting for his eyes.

Bel was still very much under Harp's spell, the demon had no killing intent towards the angel still. Even as he tried to escape... With a rough shake of his head, Bel swiftly pushes off of the stair he was on, skipping several others on his way upwards after Harp. With one last good leap, he'd promptly attempt to tackle the angel as carefully as possible, letting out a low whine. "Please. Don't leave." His voice rang with utter honesty, he really did not want Harp to leave, not yet. It felt too soon, and Bel was just now starting to have some fun. He had a feeling they would send more angels again at some point, possibly soon. Or maybe they would heed his warning... He could only hope. And maybe, just maybe, after Bel was free of his magic, he could kill Harp. But who knew how long cupid's arrow would last. He had never actually been hit with one before now, or any spell like it.
Bel snarled, it appeared that the one that had leaped from behind was in fact the real one after all. Instead of finishing his attack though, he forces himself to stop short, growling out his next words in apparent anger... towards the female angel. The clone that had been charging from the front promptly burst into a mist of darkness, merely returning to the shadows. As she burst into a shower of light and dust, the shadows so kindly seemed to try and swallow her whole. Not to hurt or kill her, if anything, just to hold her here just a few moments longer!

"Pathetic! So pathetic, that is just like you angels! Sending him to the slaughter, then dare have worry for him? Such a twisted game you all play." Bel would still be in mid-form, the cracks still covering his skin, his black eyes with the red irises, clawed and fanged. He really did not seem to mind. Though the black in his dark orange hair had grown a bit more, there was nothing else that seemed to be changed drastically. Aside from the fact that he suddenly had full intentions to allow this angel to leave unscathed... He sucks in a sharp breath before speaking once again.

"Listen carefully, because I will not repeat myself. I allow you to live merely to pass on a message. Inform them that you are the -last- I will allow to return alive and with their wings. I grow so sick of you all meddling in my affairs, there are so many other demons you know. Tell them to stop sending pigs to the slaughter." And with that, as if on que, the shadows that had not only moments ago that had been dancing about in such an evil way would die down finally, to allow the angel to leave... though they were still quite dark and eerie, ready to strike should she try anything else. "And Harp is to be left out of this nonsensical mess, as you all so kindly threw him into the fray." He bares his elongated fangs with another snarl. Despite the wild and uncontrolled look he might have had... Bel was very much in control of himself.
"Morning, Rose! And hey, sometimes its -really- good like that. But nothing beats the really fresh stuff." Gin was not overly charismatic unless he really put in some effort, its what he liked about most of the other older people here. A lot of them were just dripping with it naturally! "Agreed. Staaaarving." He groans out, nodding towards Connor before following Rose off to the pizza and burger line. A bottle of water, three slices of overly coated sausage pizza, and two undercooked burgers... without buns. A normal meal, if not a bit tiny. He nods yet again to Rose, swiftly making his way over towards the designated table and plopping down with his tray.

He would remain a bit quiet, just staring at his food for a few moments until his usually upright ears wilted somewhat and drooped. He really had ordered a lot of meat-based things today, luckily he had not unconsciously gotten a bowl of raw meat. It really bothered some of the others to see someone eating it with such a happy expression, not that the people he would be eating around really cared, at least he thought. One of them even shared his evolution. BUT quickly enough, his thoughts fade as he quickly starts to dig into his food without anymore hesitation, the low rumbling of his stomach finally dying down from his ears, which had quickly returned to their perked position. He was starving, no time to worry anyway.

What had it been Connor wanted to talk to them about...? He glances over towards Rose, quirking a brow.
xD
Leras snorted softly. "Alright, alright. I keep forgetting you are still fresh meat." He mutters. Without much of a warning, the demon swiftly raises a hand and waves it towards Cernos. It took only a few moments, but he would quickly notice the tip of this tongue would start to re-attach itself. It would likely feel like needles were being dove in and out of the bitten ends, forcing it together. "As far as your horns go, that is all up to you. They start small and grow bigger the more you are corrupted, also with your power." He shrugs, dropping his hand. "Its going to hurt a bit, might feel like someone is trying to rip bones out of your head. And, well. That is probably because that is pretty much what is going on. They are going to be growing from your skull. OH, and. You will have at least -two-. Unlike me here who only has one."

Kieri tilts his head a bit, smiling at Neri and Cernos. "Its good that you two seem to get along, at least a bit. You'll be working together quite often once things get rolling." He says this, seeming to be trying to advert the attention away from the fact that Kieri himself only had one wing. And that Leras only had one horn upon his head. "A lot of you folks usually fight like cat and dogs, its a bit reassuring you both, uh, seem pleasant. Will make your jobs much easier." And by their jobs, he meant for Leras and himself.

Neri merely snorts, crossing her arms over her chest, blinking those light purple eyes towards Cernos. "I'm not. Once your tongue is better, we can even measure!" She says this, in a rather serious tone, but there was a smile upon her lips. It was odd, but she had a strange fondness of this stranger already. Something just seemed so familiar... she really couldn't place it though.
Iatos said
Oh So here comes a stupid question: If a pokémon with like...arms wields a Honedge, would it raise their attack?


....Hahaha. Honestly, that sounds pretty badass either way. Even if it didn't raise your attack or nothin'. I mean... A pokemon with a sword! o_o;
The flash was bright, so bright that even the light-eating shadows were forced back. At least for a few moments before they swiftly began to do their work.

Bel should have been blinded by the painful light, and for all either of them knew, he had been. His attack had been stopped short as he promptly drops back onto the concrete stairs with a heavy thud. A hand covered over his blood red pupiled eyes, the smell of burning flesh filling the air quickly. Though the demon mutters not even a bit of pain as he lowers his hand quickly to reveal his face towards the female angel. His face was now fully black, nearly matching his eyes... Something did not seem quite right though. It seemed to have been way to easy to stop him, to slow him down. In fact, he just stood there now, one clawed hand digging into the stone wall he stood a short distance from. At least for a few moments until he suddenly launched forward at her yet again, most likely blindly. The light, aside from his eyes, seemed to have little effect.

Somewhere behind the female angel something else swirled from the reforming shadows. It was none other than Bel himself, merely watching his double go back in for another attack, blinded. It had only taken him a split second to avoid such simple thing... He wastes not another moment though, suddenly seeming to have some kind of idea in mind as he leaps forward down at the angels back, claws out and fangs bared, all in utter silence and nearly without any presence at all. He could make so many Shades with such ease, he loved it. Though it was hard to tell if the 'Bel' leaping at the angels back was actually the real Bel or not. He liked to play with his food before he ate, rarely ever did he actually just go right in for the kill unless it was necessary...
Nawh, its cool.
Slowly her eyes began to open, though swiftly closed again with a painful throb from the front of her skull. The world around her was spinning and all she could do was hope for it to stop sometime soon, and maybe settle her stomach too. Her entire body had a bit of a dull ache, something hard was jabbing into her ribs, too! Just what had happened to cause such a mess!? It was almost like she had been playing in the mountains somewhere and accidentally clocked her head on a rock or low hanging tree branch. All at once so many thoughts burst into her mind, something was amiss here.

While still laying upon the ground with her eyes closed, she attempted to recall what she had been doing previously. But no matter how hard she tried, everything was a blank aside from a rather distant and foggy memory of a rather loud thundering sound of a storm and painfully bright flash. And then nothing, blankness... Normally she would have dwelled more on such an important thing, she didn't even really remember her name! But whatever it was that was jabbing into her ribs was becoming a bit more painful with each breath, it was time to move! Maybe... at least to get this damned whatever it was from jabbing herself.

Grudgingly she carefully jerks an arm free from under herself, quickly starting to feel around the area around her. Even without her eyes opened, she noticed her range of reaching was remarkably shorter. Shorter compared to what? She couldn't recall at the moment, but that wasn't important yet. She continued to feel around the grass for a few moments before she stops eventually, finally reaching around to her rib area to grab the protruding object. Her hand would fall upon something a bit unexpected. It was something hard, but the texture was all wrong for a rock or tree branch. In fact, it was oddly smooth and cool to the touch, despite having been laid on. Maybe she had not been there that long...? Or had she been?

Suddenly she gives the strange structure a good tug, slightly rolling onto her back the best she could. Another thing she noticed... her head felt kind of heavy, and she couldn't even roll over all the way. Something was jutting out from her back. Panic was starting to well up within her as she tried to focus on whatever she had been laying on. Luckily with how she was not laying, it was free without any problems... Her eyes slowly open to inspect the object... now only to add to her growing panic. In her grasp was nothing other than a bone. But her vision was still quite blurry, it looked more like two, and fuzzy. But knowing how she had her hand on it, she was sure there was only one, and it was not fuzzy in the slightest! One end of the bone had been sanded down or something, it appeared to be part of a femur from what she could figure... But why was she laying on a bone? And why was her head feeling so heavy?

As her internal panic began to grow, she forced herself upright, now in a sitting position. At this point she could be screaming, but it doesn't quite reach her throat. She continues to gaze blankly at the bone in her hand, sucking in a shaky breath as she -finally- notices her hand. It was much smaller than she remembered, she was missing a few fingers... in fact, she now had what appeared to be claws. Quickly she placed the bone down into her lap, examining both hands. Two claws on each, one larger than the other, the smaller appearing to be more of a thumb. She again picks back up the bone and sets it back down, only to pick it back up again and to set it back down...

Despite the panic that was still growing in her chest, the thing that bothered her now was her head. It felt oddly heavy. In a way she could get use too, though. In fact, it really wasn't that big of a deal. It was just something else to focus on at the moment instead of the reality she was starting to conclude. The two-clawed hands carefully reach up and start to poke at her 'face'. Though are quickly met with something else, in similar texture to the bone that now sat across her lap. She continues to pat and poke at it for many seconds, sucking in another sharp breath and slowly exhaling. A skull, was she wearing a skull? With another glance down towards the bone in her lap and guessing from the coloration from the back of her hands and her belly... a Cubone?

She shakes her head in full disbelief, such a thing... just was not possible, right? Right? Without warning, her eyes would begin to water and tears start to swell in her eyes! It takes only a few moments, but tears swiftly start to roll down the sides of the skull under her eyes, dripping onto the grass as a soft sob escapes her. The skull itself would suddenly begin to shake, causing it to emit a rather mournful sound. Though even as she lifts her hands up to try and push the skull off, it does little good. The tears and sound would continue, even after she grabs the boneclub once more and pushes herself onto shaky feet. She finally starts to look around, noticing... there were others.

Mainly though an Alakazam caught her attention... he seemed to be going mad with joy? Or was he purely insane? Swiftly the tears would come to a stop, along with the terribly sorrowful sound her skull-helmet was making. A now rather angry look filled her gaze, but she was quite possibly ready to cry again at any moment. What had that pokemon done to cause this? Had he caused it, even? Or was he just here to clean up the aftermath of what someone else had done? Taking another look around, she quickly decided it was his fault! And without even a moment of hesitation she would start to move forward as fast as she could!

Sadly, she does not make it far. Not familiar with this form quite yet, she promptly trips over the very grass that was wet from her own tears and takes a fantastic nosedive right back into it.
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