Marshal

Keep In Touch [Marshal and Nightroad]

Leras lets out a groan. "Already onto that? Kieri, this is on you. I am not doing it." The demon grunts before looking towards Cer again.

Kieri tilts his head a bit, sighing. "Right. Weeeellll!" The one-winged angel says with a faked grin. "In short, this dates back... a LONG time ago. I mean, before Leras and myself. The whole 'angel and demon' thing, since a time after whats-his-name fell from heaven with many of the other angels. At least that is what we were told, this has been going on for a long, long, long time. Me and Leras have been doing this for... lets see." The angel stops for a moment, tapping his chin as if counting something. "Thirteen thousand three hundred and forty seven years, eight months, four weeks, two days, fifteen minutes, and seventeen seconds and counting! You two are supposedly reincarnations of the first ambassadors. 'Supposedly'." He states, offering a one-sided shrug. "Really cannot confirm such a thing though, because that whole 'reincarnation' business is just plain fishy to start with. Anyhow...! Why you two? No one really knows. They pick and choose whomever they feel like, I guess. You are given a mark before you are born and when the time is right, we come in and collect you and bring you in to do our jobs someday and we get to retire for a couple thousand years or so."

"But obviously it takes time for you to adjust and learn these important things. So those couple thousand years are more like... a hundred or so." Leras suddenly whines out, Kieri merely smiles towards his supposed dear friend. "Yeah... But that is the jist of it. Any other questions? OH, and where after this? Totally different places. At least for a little bit."

Leras doesn't wait long as he promptly lifts both hands to either side of Cer's head. The demons hands would suddenly begin to glow rather dark with shadows... BEFORE he promptly smacks a hand on either side of his face rather roughly. The dark energy would seep into his body, promptly reaching in, attempting to draw out the young fellows horns...

Neri just shakes her head, eyes now closed. "I am -NOT- unbearably short! I am the perfect size to kick you in the shins and to steal your wallet. Possibly steal your shoes and beat you with those, too!" She hisses. Despite having the wing marking... she seemed to be rather violent. But as Kieri said, most angels were while their wings were still growing in.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

"Don't fret too much 'bout Darri here. He might seem spooky with his phasing, but it gets pretty funny when he fucks up and falls through the floor." And it seemed Bel was quite serious at the comment, a rather friendly grin upon his freckled face. Though before Bel even reached for the offered hair dye, he swiftly turned to Harp, moving in close to the angel as he whispers to him. Darri merely stood back, head still lowered, not even looking towards them.

"And don't back up. If you hold your head high and act like you have a spine, the smarter lesser demons wont even bother you." Though with that, Bel promptly spins right back around with a soft sigh, grabbing the few boxes on the counter before his form promptly just vanishes, leaving nothing behind him aside from scent which ends at the counter where he vanished. But a few moments after, behind the metal door, it was likely the both of them could hear a loud thud and a groan to follow after. "Urgh... sink... too low..."

The moment Bel was out of sight, Darri finally lifts his head. The pale green eye's of this demons human appearance eyed the angel the other, higher standing demon had brought with him. And frankly, Darri himself did not think much of the angel. He didn't look special or powerful, food? But Bel had never brought food with him before, unless it was already in pieces, and usually he was covered in blood and wanted his jacket cleaned. Sometimes, anyway. Darri had learned the hard way not to question Bel's actions, but this one he couldn't quite let go. Slowly the taller man leans on the counter, arms folded as he merely continues to stare towards the white haired pink-eyed angel...

"I only phased through the floor once, if you were curious. It wasn't even my fault, either! that Arch demon scared my human pants off." Darri would sigh rather softly. For someone his size, he seemed to be oddly... delicate? His voice wasn't really that loud, or all that deep. Even how he leaned seemed like he was afraid to touch anything almost. "But you... I am curious about you. What are you doing with someone like him? I've known him for a time now and the only time I've ever seen him with a demon or angel was with their head's in a bag, or their blood on his cloths. Why are you alive?" Though as Darri asks this, the demon would advert his gaze away from Harp, as he had done with Bel present. While the obviously lesser demon did not think it was exactly wise to ask such things, he was going to do it anyway. He was curious. He was sure any other's that saw would be curious...

While it was quite possible the angel wouldn't say anything, it never hurt to ask. Darri wouldn't do anything, or actually even make a step closer to the angel. If he was with Bel, and from the looks of it, Bel actually being -friendly- with this angel... he was off limits. Off limits to Darri, off limits to most other demons, unless one of them felt the need to cause some more chaos... which was always possible. Chaos was what all demons knew best, after all! BUT Darri was not going to be the one to even start to stir that pot of trouble.

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon

Uh. I can maybe have a post up by tomorrow. Having to use a friends computer currently on very limited time. :<

The Gemini Academy for Biologically Evolved

"As am I, though even without it, I can do some pretty good patch jobs." Gin mutters softly, nodding towards Kayden. His red eye slowly glances towards Drake, offering a bit of a playful snort. "Sooo dangerous, Nails. So dangerous." With that though, he went quiet, promptly finishing his undercooked hamburger and reaching for the next. He seemed to find himself rather distracted as he dug into the still nearly pink meat of the second burger. He should have gotten buns and ketchup, too. Today it suddenly tasted oddly bland, at least to him it did. Maybe it was just his mood... he had to be in -some- kind of mood to actually enjoy his food. He had been on edge just a few moments ago, but it passed the moment he got his worries off of his chest and in the open.

Slowly he reaches up a free hand, holding onto the now mere few bites of undercooked burger with the other, to rub at his eyepatch. It was a simple piece of leather with some cloth that laced around his head without much of a problem. It was comfortable and rather soft. Though it sometimes itched, like now. He stops rubbing his eyepatch though and merely continues to finish his meal, listening to the rest of them chatter.

Dreamweavers

:o Seems rather interesting.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

The man in the back of the shop would slowly move out from behind the counter, or well, phased through it. He just walked forward directly through the solid object, gaze still intently upon Harp. He was taller than both of them, likely nearing seven feet, and that was without the extra inches added by boots. A quick glance over the other male, he was thin and somewhat wiry. His hair was long and in dreadlocks, tied back. It was a dark, dark brown. His skin was darker, and his eyes were pale green. The cloths he wore were painfully basic, a grey shirt and a pair of old, torn jeans that seemed a bit too big for himself. And he was still staring intently at Harp, those pale green eyes like daggers, not even lifting a hand to return the friendliness to the angel.

"No need, Darri." Bel promptly growls out as the other slowly moves his gaze from Harp to Bel, eying him over intently for a few moments. It would take only a few moments for the man supposedly named 'Darri' to calm down, visibly relaxing and lightly nodding his head, sucking in a sharp breath. Bel though looked less than pleased still, the shadows in the small store slowly growing just a bit darker...

"Yeah, yeah, you sure, man? Bringin' one of -those- here with you?" Darri continues to scan Bel over, still frowning a bit himself. Despite being taller, he suddenly slouched over with a soft sigh.

"I am sure. Am I never sure?" Bel snarls, seeming quite irritated with the other male suddenly as he continues to move into the store. All the while they moved more inside, Darri moved back behind the counter, though this time he actually walked around instead of merely phasing through it as he had done previously. It almost made him seem nervous, retreating from Bel in such a manor. "Rude to your best customer and his guest, can't be good for business. Anyway. Hair dye." Bel says, this time in a much calmer tone, still keeping a grip on Harp's arm. He uses his free arm to bring his hand up, lightly tugging at a few loose strands of black hair.

"The usual color?" Darri mumbles, even now the others head was lowered in a submissive stance as he rummages around behind the counter. Purposely he adverts his gaze, not wanting to even look towards Bel and Harp. It takes him only a few moments, but he quickly find what he is looking for, pulling out several blank boxes with red sharpie on them, the written words reading 'Ornge'. He merely slides them across the counter, frowning. "Wanna' use the bathroom here in the back? Would be quicker." He suggests.

Bel stops for a few moments, looking to Darri, and then to Harp. A frown would still be upon his features, slowly a soft sigh escaping him. "Would that be alright, Harp? It will only take me a few minutes, this is some special stuff."

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

Bel was quiet for a few moments as he scanned the shops along the street, easily seeing past the taller people. He barely noticed the noise or the smell, really. He had spent so much time in this city alone, it was all old and no longer interesting. The only thing here that even held any slight significance anymore was now Harp. Among the mass of grey and blur, Bel would admit, the pink-eyed angel stood out a lot. He didn't like the stares people were giving him, but there was not much he could do about it at the moment.

"Demons?" He murmured softly. "Depends on the ones you are asking about. There are all sorts of different kinds. Some of the lesser demons pack around the human world, a couple of Arches do as well if they find something of interest." He goes silent for a few moments. "Its all about finding something of interest, really. Most of us find it in the next meal, but, not everyone is alike. So many different tastes and personalities, we blend easily among the humans." Bel would fall silent as he finally spots the shop he was looking for.

"C'mon." Bel grunts, giving Harp's arm a light tug as he promptly moves over towards the door. Which, really did not appear to be a door. In fact, it looked more like a store you might see in a mall. A giant entrance with a large metal gate, spotless glass panes on each side. With a quick glance inside the shop though, it was no bigger than any of the others around it. It had no real fancy decoration on the outside or on the glass, no displays or signs or anything of the such. It didn't even appear to have a name anywhere! There were several cloths racks in the far back, a few small tables lined with various things between the entrance and the back. And in the back, behind the counter, stood a rather tall looking fellow, in front of a door.

It might have seemed normal, but as Bel got closer to the entrance, the tall fellow in the back of the store raises his head and grins. A hand is lifted and he waves towards Bel, though it quickly drops as as his gaze falls onto Harp.

The Gemini Academy for Biologically Evolved

Having to use a friends computer currently to post anything. I'll try to get something up soon.

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon

Zee was quiet for a few moments as the Honedge spoke again, blinking as she was promptly told to use the other pokemon as a crutch. Suddenly a bit of a chuckle escapes her, likely the only thing closest to a laugh they'd ever hear form her. Though at the swords suggestion, she just sort of shakes her head, likely at the idea. Though the notion was rather nice... she was not just about to stab someone into the ground repeatedly. What if he hit a rock? Or his blade became dull? Could that happen, even? Her skull-encased head just continues to shake for a few more moments. She was not going to state that was her worry.

"True that we might have just gotten these bodies, but I adjust rather quickly. And using you as a crutch would be... a bit difficult, since you are quite a bit longer than myself! But thats alright, I got this." Zee chimes, seeming quite pleased that the boneclub was now more secure... its a good thing it wouldn't drop out and end up stabbing her. She already had it jabbed into her chest and ribs once, she had no plans for a repeat. An idea suddenly sprung into her mind, and it seemed like it would work if she could position everything correctly. "I've got an idea how this might work a bit better, at least for the moment."

And with that, Zee grips onto the sword hilt tightly, turned her head somewhat as she slowly lowered the raised sword back, almost like she was going to try and lean the blade against her bare shoulder. But instead, with how she had her head turned so slightly, the beautiful red blade would likely catch on the extended horn on her skull helmet. Which on the left side seemed to have a bit of a curl, which was nearly perfect to stop the other pokemon from slipping. Though it did block the view with her left eye, it seemed like it would be alright. Hopefully, anyway. Though like this, it did help with the bit of extra weight.

She would never admit that she felt like a really badass warrior at the moment. But who wouldn't? Wielding a sword nearly twice your size, that was red, and could talk? It was too bad that she was not a bit bigger, then maybe she could hold onto another one or something... The image that was running through her mind at the moment looked amazing. Though it faintly crossed her mind, that was a slightly bad idea at the moment. She was still adjusting to... all of this. And despite the great joy she suddenly found, she had more important things to worry about! Like what was that strange squeaking noise that sounded a bit terrified...? Or was that a whole-lot terrified...?

Personally, Zee really couldn't tell. But she did find the sound a bit worrisome. As she turns carefully, testing how she was holding onto the Honedge, she stops short. As fate would have it, the cyndaquil would have already made their way over here! Her right eye scans over the other stubbly-footed pokemon a bit intently, her gaze narrowing before sucking in a sharp breath. It seemed like he was trying really hard for words, though he ended up trailing off with a bit of a whimper.

"Zee! I'm Zee. I don't know this guys name yet." Zee states, pointing towards the Honedge with her free hand. "What is your name?" She asks blatantly, her voice somewhat soft. She didn't know a lot about anything here, but she did know a tiny bit about quieter, timid folk. And she didn't see any reason to beat around the bush, since they were going to be working together now it seemed.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

For several moments, a more serious look was on Bel's face, as if he had to ask something that Harp wouldn't fully answer. In all honesty, Bel wasn't really fond of these half assed answers he had gotten so far. But he wasn't about to say something about it. It really wasn't that big of a problem, he merely preferred things to be more direct and honest.

It took only a few seconds, but Bel's face quickly lightened up as the demon was nudged in the shoulder for an indication to move. He suddenly reached his arms over, wrapping his arms around one of Harp's and hugging onto it, head tilted to rest upon the angel. A content sigh escapes him before he starts to tug on the angels arm with his hug, apparently already having some place in mind it would seem. "Lets go get some hair dye, maybe some trashy human food, cloths, and then maybe we can go sit on the docks for a bit. I actually had someone to meet before I ran into you, but I don't think they will be alright with this." He mutters, giving Harp's arm a light squeeze. "In fact, I don't think any of them would like me playing with a foe or potential food. So stick close. Because while I don't really care for any of my kin, I'd rather not spill their blood unnecessarily."

It was true. He really did not like most other demons, arch or otherwise. In general, he really just didn't like others that much. Or maybe that is what he forced himself to believe. He couldn't quite recall when it had started to be like this, but it been this way for as long as he could remember. Somewhere deep inside, some part of Bel was slightly happy for Harp's magic. Because of it, he was actually able to do something like this... be this close to something else without ripping it to shreds. He generally hated the feel of anothers skin touching his own. It sort of dawned on him though, that even before he had been pricked with the arrow... he didn't find Harp's touch all that sickening. In fact, he really liked it.

But that could have just been because he was a cupid? Maybe that was one of their skills. Or maybe it wasn't and maybe Bel just found another creature he could touch without feeling the need to rip it to tiny bits, he-... He really wished he could get this thoughts straight. He had wanted to rip Harp to tiny bits and bathe in his blood. He still did on some level, but the will to do so now was nearly non-existent. In fact... his urge to kill was so low, it was a bit worrisome. He even let one of them get away...