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In agreement with Ghost.
My computer is on the fritz, so I am borrowing a friends. :x Kinda' rushed for time, but I got somethin' up.
Zee should have been paying more attention to what was going on around her, she usually did. But she was suddenly rather distressed. What was it about Honedge's that she suddenly recalled? Right... couldn't they suck the life force out of something by wrapping around it with their sash? And what had this rather pretty red Honedge done? Wrapped itself around her arm. Not only that, the hilt of the sword was nearly in her clutches! And from the sounds of it, they were already quite eccentric... Suddenly she sucks in a sharp breath, grabbing onto the hilt to hoist the other pokemon up. Though she stops short, suddenly discovering that this was not going to be the easiest task with just one hand, even with the sash wrapped around her arm.

Suddenly she'd reach her boneclub around, carefully wedging it somewhat between the sash and her arm, reaching her other arm around to grab onto the hilt finally. It took only a few tries, as the other pokemon was at least a good foot longer than herself, but she managed to finally pull them off of the ground with a last good heave. Luckily though she did not go tumbling backwards, though does stumble a bit. She doesn't waste a second more though, deeming that her boneclub was in a safe place and that she now was wielding some rather fancy, if not a bit heavy weaponry...

"Listen. I am helping you, so don't do anything weird! Please." Zee mutters out, sounding a bit weird as she clutches onto the shiny Honedge's hilt tightly. Though she does not get any more time to dote on it, finally snapping to attention as she was pointed at and giving directions. Her attention is turned elsewhere as she gazes about for the third pokemon she had been paired with, along with... the sword. "I will save introductions until after we get over to... this other... one." She manages it out, but her words are rather soft, just barely above a whisper.

She had been somewhat bold so far, aside from the few tears a few minutes ago. But suddenly walking the distance over towards... was that a Cyndaquil? There were other pokemon around still, and maybe it was because she had just now noticed, but it felt a bit crowded. She was not overly fond of large groups. And walking over there felt like miles suddenly. Or maybe that was just because she now had extra weight to carry and her balance was a bit off because of it, even just standing still she noticed this. It wouldn't be that hard of an adjustment, she figured... at least she had some weight on the red, rather 'eccentric' honedge.

"....Ngh." Zee groans, now promptly clutching onto the honedge's hilt for dear life as she starts to take her first step. And then another. And another... slowly making her way over towards the cyndaqil. To at least try. If the sword's mouth didn't scare them off first, she was a bit surprised not all the other pokemon had heard what they had been spewing.
An64fan said
On the note of Zee and Caliburn, I find it a rather amusing point-of-fact that the latter is nearly twice as long as the former is tall, with Cubone. And further:


Haha, yeah. I was thinking about that just the other day... working it into a post now, actually. o_o
Those are freakin' adorable, Kiri.
Bel offers a faint smile as Harp rubs his cheek. Though already any scrape that might have been there was healed, the notion was rather sweet he supposed. It was a faint reminder that his human skin was much more delicate than what was underneath, and that was alright. He didn't have to be all dangerous and black-skinned 100% of the time, he didn't need to be on guard all the time, either. But being so close to Harp at the moment was seriously messing with his natural warning system... which was already foggy because of the cupid's arrow.

Bel, in all honesty, did not know a great deal about cupids. He knew basic stuff, things he had heard. They were beings of love, attraction, and affection. Annnnd that was about all he knew. Well, that, and they had arrows. Of course he knew about that bit, he had been pricked with one of them. Mostly it was just inconvenience, a delay for more sweet precarious time.... At least on Harp's end. Though, while the demon still dwelled on it... it really didn't -feel- like that big of a deal. And that was troublesome. It should have been a huge deal that this angel had him under his magic... but on some level, be it because of the magic or not, Bel found himself to trust Harp. To some extent anyway, otherwise he would not have gotten so angry like that when the other angel blinded the cupid. But that all could just be effects from the damned arrow...

A low groan escapes Bel as he grips onto Harp's hand, frowning a bit. "The light?" He snorts softly, his nose wrinkling a bit as he catches an overly strong whiff of salty air through the usually thick aroma this city held. "I guess that is good enough answer for now. But my I ask you one more thing?" He mutters out, narrowing his bright green-eyed gaze towards the angel.
"Don't think you can wh-" Bel is cut off the moment he sees the flash of light. Something would hit them, though it didn't hurt. He faintly noticed they were falling much slower than they normally would be... which was a good thing, since he assumed whatever Harp had tried to do had failed. On some level Bel was thankful to whatever had slowed their fall, but at the same time was rather irritated. It hadn't even been a full ten minutes. And Bel still wanted to know what Harp's mission was.

The demons thoughts were brought to a halt as he promptly slams into the concrete along side Harp. His head promptly bounces right off of the sidewalk, some skin on the side of his face swelling red. He likely had some other minor scrapes elsewhere, but it was hard to tell with his clothing. And one of his shoes fell off, too. BUT he really didn't seem to care about any of that. In fact, he had a rather irritated look upon his face as he looked towards Harp.

"They never really listen... and you -really- need to tell me what they sent you to do. Whatever it is, it is obvious they are not just going to let this go." Bel rumbles out, already pushing himself back up on slightly shaky feet.
My post is going to be kinda' tiny. Work has really been kicking my ass and I am sort of brainfried from it. :< I'm sorry.
Gin would be quiet for several moments while he listened to the others speak, but that was mostly due to him devouring his three slices of sausage packed pizza in the matter of a minute and a half. He practically inhaled it. Anyone with even the slightest bit of an ability to sense could likely feel anger just rolling off of him in waves. It was rare to actually be able to sense such a thing from him, after all. He did so well to control himself most of the time! Though the only thing to actually indicate something was up would be his eating. He ate a lot when something was bothering him. Without even skipping a beat though he reaches for his undercooked hamburgers with full intent to start eating them. But he stops short of a few inches from his mouth, finally speaking.

"Be weary of any of the new medical staff. In fact, just avoid them all together if you can help it." His voice sounded a bit rough, his ears finally going flat against his head. "Its like... they are observing us as test subjects. Slowly cutting things off, making it just a bit more dangerous, waiting for something big to happen. I can't even get any of my medical books anymore, they don't even want me going to my class for more than fifteen minutes opposed to the usual half a day." He grumbles, giving his head a good shake before he sucks in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling.

"We need to keep a close eye on those with more dangerous and unstable mutations. The rarer ones as well." Gin says this, giving a weary one-eyed look towards Connor and Rose. Though with that, he falls silent again, quickly digging into his undercooked burger with a low groan of slight contentment. His ears even start to perk back up, a small sign that he had calmed down a bit. But it was quite obvious he was still on edge.
Berugh. Just got off of work. Will have a post up sometime tomorrow morningish.
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