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The Devil Hunter Agency

Adam had stayed with Beniha and Maurice's unconcious body - after all, he had been the one to request her assistance. Hands in the pockets of his overly long coat, he remained smiling as he leaned against a wall and waited for their cab. Beniha was a smart one, that. Never would he have thought to drench the man in alcohol to make it look like he had been drunk.

When the cab arrived, Adam was the one who hoisted Maurice in, being careful not to his the man's head on the car frame. In the best Japanese that he could muster, he directed the driver to take the three of them to the storefront that acted as a cover for their operations. "I can take him from here, mum," Adam stepped out of the cab, glancing towards the woman. "Thank you for your help, both here and the warehouse," bending, he dragged Maurice out, and waited for the cab to leave the premises before making his way with the unconcious man into the shop.

It didn't take him much longer to get to the infirmary, leaving the injured man there to get whatever treatment he needed.

The first thing Adam did once he left Maurice was go to his room. Stretching, he dropped off his jacket, before proceeding to the front to claim the money for the job.

Witch Hunt: Story of Stars

'More concerned for their own reputation that the life of the woman. Barbarians.' Rem watched the scene unfold from the spot he stood rooted. It wasn't to be unexpected. No one had anything anymore. It was lost, abandoned when they were forced to run, so it was to be expected that the only thing these men and women could bicker over would be their reputation. This was the chance for the knights to shine, to make something of themselves, wasn't it? If they didn't take this chance...There might not have been another one in the future.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose when the soldiers dispersed, a man in red heading over to the medical tent with a girl, Rem turned. Dragging his hand down his eye then, it was only now that weariness was beginning to truly set in. The day was slipping farther away into the black of night, and in the back of his head, Rem was beginning to rethink his idea of stealing away into the city again. As he thought, becoming distracted from his environment, he stepped into a girl he hadn't seen.

"A-ah!" Crying out in a bit of shock, he blinked. "Apologies! You are unharmed?" Reaching out, he put a hand on the girl's shoulder to make sure she remained steady, looking at those bright red eyes in the process. "I was not watching where I was going. My apologies, miss."

Before he could do or say anything else, a murmur began to run through the camp. Their King had left his tent, and made to speak. Eyes widening, Rem left the girl before she could even respond, making his way to the front of the crowd to hear what their King had to say.

Afterlife : Formica

You do what you need to to be healthy! Good to know that it's still planned, but obviously take care of yourself first and don't push yourself too hard. We'll still be around when you do end up getting everything posted!

Wal Quest - Interactive Post Apocalyptic Quest

[X] - An origami pinwheel flower.

[X] - Accept the gift.

Wal Quest - Interactive Post Apocalyptic Quest

[X] - “ Don’t let your pet beast cause any trouble in town and we’ll get along just fine. Next!”

What can I say, I'm a sucker for pet classes.

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

【Ｇａｇｅ　Ｚｉｍｍｅｒｍａｎｎ】

"You bought me a VIP ticket to a love cruise?" The overwhelming exasperation in his voice proclaimed exactly how he felt. Gage stood in the kitchen that he shared with his older brother, Peter, staring down at a ticket in his hand. He could already feel his heart pounding in his chest, blood pumping up to his ears, almost drowning out the noise coming from Peter's mouth. It was hard to listen to him talk about how good this experience would be for him. About how Gage needed to get himself back out there, find a man, be happy again. "But I am happy."

"No you're not," Peter rolled his eyes, arms sassily crossing over his chest. "You're miserable, Gage. You never go out unless it's for work. People will try to talk to you all of the time when you're playing on the street, and you just clam up. You need to learn how to talk to people, and how to open up, and be friendly!" Gage's mouth set in a thin line as his older brother rambled on, his gaze slowly raising from the ticket to the man. Slowly, Peter unwound his arms from his chest, and moved to Gage. Wrapping his arms around him, he let out a sigh. "Look. You're my little brother. I love you, I want you to be happy, so please. It's just a week. You can relax, try to meet some people, try to have fun. For me?"

There were no more words spoken after that. Peter was tenacious, and once he had his mind set on something, it was hard to get him to drop it. Even if he didn't go on this cruise, Gage knew that there would be other plans in the working. He couldn't get away. Begrudgingly, he agreed to board that ship, agreed to go on the cruise. If only to make Peter happy.

The day arrived sooner than he thought it would.

It took him an hour to figure out what to wear, with Peter's hand guiding his wardrobe almost the whole time. Eventually Gage settled on a black long sleeved shirt, thin enough to not make him overheat on the warm winter's day. A white hand was displayed on it, with a cube floating directly under it. Pairing it up with black skinny jeans, and a pair of black sneakers, Peter just stared at him as he left his room. "Really?"

Gage's response was the flip him the bird.

Letting it go, there was no more talk of clothing from his brother. The two stepped out of the hotel room they shared, making their way to the rental car Peter drove. Guitar between his legs, Gage stared out the window the whole drive, Gage bit his lip, fidgeted his legs, flexed his fingers. The anxiety was bubbling in his chest, and it wasn't until Peter placed a hand on his shoulder that he finally looked over, realizing they had arrived.

"Go get them, cowboy!" Peter had the biggest grin. Stepping from the car, Gage walked around it, and stared at the stairs as Peter slowly began to creep off. "Bye! Bye, I love you, bye! Have fun! Don't get too drunk! Be safe! I'll see you in a week bye!" Gage dragged a hand down his face as his brother finally drove off, and with one last deep breath, began to walk up the walkway and onto the ship. Surprised that the staff came and took his things, he stared after them as they carefully toted his guitar away, before taking another deep breath. The room he was lead to almost took his breath away, and he had never expected to be able to have such a luxury before in his life. How Peter managed to snag this ticket, he could only guess.

Gage's hands were hidden as he made his way to a seat, rather far from the two women that were already in the room. Listening to the spiel given, Gage graciously took the champagne offered, and desperately tried to not down the glass in one gulp. Holding it gingerly in his now free hands, he glanced over at the women as noise was made, before nodding.

"...Is that a free pass to get tipsy, then?" As if on queue, he took a drink. "I'll take it if it is."

The Devil Hunter Agency

Adam had managed to elude the police, thanks to the help of those running away from the warehouse. A huff came from his lips as he made it across the way with Maurice, escaping the fire and trenent of the warehouse. The blood weapon he had held up until the point of the old man falling was now gone, the slit on his palm healed completely.

With as much of a gentle touch as he could give, Adam lowered Maurice into the snow, making sure his head was turned so he could breath. There was no way he would be able to get the man back to the DHA alone. At least, not without drawing suspicion from various parties that were out and about.

[color=ffd700]"I'll be right back," the young man doubted the older man would be able to hear him, if he were out still. Crossing the way again, Adam poked his head into the warehouse, scanning for the remaining people that would be there. Most had retreated by now - a smart thing to do.

"'Ello, mum?" Adam's eyes first landed on Beniha, a smile on his face as his eyes drifted out towards the burning warehouse. There were still a few others here, he saw, but she had been the closest. "The older gentlemen that fell earlier, he's out there," lifting his finger, he pointed to the outside snowy landscape. "I could use some help returning him to the DHA, if you'd be so kind."

The Blessing of a Curse [Always Accepting]

Vale's eyes widened as the sounds of the guards grew louder. Wrapping his arms around himself, he fidgetted nervously, his stance always shifting. Hugging himself, then his arms dropping, then hands moved to the hair that fell over his shoulder, stroking it. The anxiety was beginning to bubble up, and it was obvious as he shifted and moved.

"A-a fight? Well...Well, don't give them a fight!" Swallowing, Vale shook his head as he backed away from Axel and Kitty, glancing behind him at the slowly emerging people from the other rooms. Head snapping to attention as the speakers sounded off, the young man bit his lip, before looking back towards Axel and Kitty. "If you fight them, it'll only get worse. There's no getting out of here, you know. With however many times people have tired and failed, you'd think other's would learn by now," as he looked away, there was a flash of something in his eye. Sadness? Pain?

It was a foolish effort, he thought, on Axel's part, but he understood why they did it. This place...It was horrible. What they were made to do, what they were, it wasn't normal. At least, that was what he had learned from the stories he read. "You should just turn yourself in. Maybe they'll go easier on you..."

The Blessing of a Curse [Always Accepting]

I'll try to reply when I get home, for sure tomorrow though.

Witch Hunt: Story of Stars

It hadn't truly set in yet.

Rem stared blankly as he stood at the edge of the encampment, a black cloak pulled over his shoulders to fight against the evening chill. The carnage of the day, the screams - those creatures - were all just a figment of his overactive imagination, right? None of this...none of this was real.

As footsteps echoed behind him, the still hammering heart in his chest told him that what he hoped was just a dream was real. Turning around as the steps came closer, a breath left him. "Clyde," his voice was soft as he spoke, barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid something would break were he to speak louder. "Is everyone...Is everyone safe? Mother? Father?" A silent nod was the response. "Lenny?" There was a pause.

"Dunno. Can't find 'im," Clyde turned back towards the camp, before his gaze fell back on his little brother. "'E'll be fine. Resourceful," an older man called the brute's name, and he turned without another word, lumbering off.

Biting his lip, Rem turned his icy gaze towards the crumbling city. He had been able to protect himself as he fled, sticking to some other civilians like glue as they escaped the city. The darkness protected him, and them in turn, and he made sure they all made it out alright. The creeping dread slowly started to seep into his mind, though, when he thought about his only friend. He should have gone for him first, should have run to find him instead of saving himself.

Before he could think anymore into it, his eye caught the running girl, a beacon of fire escaping the lost city. Rem stepped away from his spot, holding himself up as he made his way towards the center of the camp. He could barely make out her words as he stepped closer. "...Retrieved what?"

Bending, Remicius wasn't far from her, his eyes holding a slight curiousity as he stared. It wasn't long before the Magic Knights arrived, the young man stepping back and away from her, giving them all space. Taking a deep breath, he looked once more towards the ruined city he called home. If she had come from there...

'Maybe there are still people alive in the city. I can go and look. Perhaps there's a chance that I can figure out what caused all of this, too.' Taking a deep breath, Remicius let his eyes close as a breeze drifted through the camp. His mind was made up. At nightfall, if nothing changed...If nothing changed, he would go.