DaemosSusky WHY.
Oh, and guess who went to school only to find all classes cancelled today? GUESS WHO?!
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Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
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I think we're just about hit that spot, just a few more posts and we should all be somewhat together. Xd
There was a long delay before she replied, her body still as though she was heavy in contemplation. It was like she was dead, if it weren't for her chest moving ever so slightly.
"Party?" She said, finally opening her eyes, "Well, Corwin sure likes to spend his nights out messing around, but the rest of us "rejects" like to just dabble in the few." The woman spoke with a stern, hard tone that one could tell had a hint of femininity, hidden deep somewhere.
"But me? Nah, I don't really like to be around too much people. Gives me headaches."
She then swung up from the chair, placing the empty bottle on a nearby table. There were so many things to figure from the man, but from his repressed Essence radiance, it was hard to figure much just from her "senses." One thing for sure, was that he hadn't been trained in the more subtle parts of exorcism, and had spent a lot of time focusing solely on survival.
"Where supposed to be moving along with a mission of sorts, but one of our members are still out there in the Divide..." She mutters, looking to the walls, her eyes staring intently right through the metal, "I'm sure you've heard of the Spirit Passage? You know, the time of night when Spirits are at their peak strength?" she asked, but immediately waved her hands dismissively, shaking her head, "Ah, just forget the details. All you need to know is that the large magic influx weakens the sanctions of the Gates of Suffering within the Divide. This allows for demons to slip through, and when enough do... well... you know what happens after that."
A sly smile perked when the next thought crossed her mind, her eyes flaring momentarily as she turned to face Constantine, "I hear someone's causing trouble during such times of the Spirit Passage... and it isn't a demon."
"Party?" She said, finally opening her eyes, "Well, Corwin sure likes to spend his nights out messing around, but the rest of us "rejects" like to just dabble in the few." The woman spoke with a stern, hard tone that one could tell had a hint of femininity, hidden deep somewhere.
"But me? Nah, I don't really like to be around too much people. Gives me headaches."
She then swung up from the chair, placing the empty bottle on a nearby table. There were so many things to figure from the man, but from his repressed Essence radiance, it was hard to figure much just from her "senses." One thing for sure, was that he hadn't been trained in the more subtle parts of exorcism, and had spent a lot of time focusing solely on survival.
"Where supposed to be moving along with a mission of sorts, but one of our members are still out there in the Divide..." She mutters, looking to the walls, her eyes staring intently right through the metal, "I'm sure you've heard of the Spirit Passage? You know, the time of night when Spirits are at their peak strength?" she asked, but immediately waved her hands dismissively, shaking her head, "Ah, just forget the details. All you need to know is that the large magic influx weakens the sanctions of the Gates of Suffering within the Divide. This allows for demons to slip through, and when enough do... well... you know what happens after that."
A sly smile perked when the next thought crossed her mind, her eyes flaring momentarily as she turned to face Constantine, "I hear someone's causing trouble during such times of the Spirit Passage... and it isn't a demon."
She watches him take the drink, laughing softly when he tried to smile as he only managed a terribly awkward expression. Even if he was somewhat stiff, at least he had some form of manners.
He didn't seem to enjoy the drink nearly as much as she would, quickly returned to his smoke and handing the bottle back. But that didn't bother her, everyone had their own preferences, just as long as they didn't tell her what to do herself. Flickering lights had caught her eye, the woman turning to see the man performing a small flame trick with the smoke while asking her the question of her name.
She grinned, showing appreciation to his style, speaking under her breathe, "...So you're also a fire user."
His last comment made her smirk, "Drinking on the job?" she scoffed, "Here, I make the rules of conduct.
She looks at him with a playful sternness before quickly extending a hand to the man, her slim, pale fingers lined with callous, "Welcome aboard, I'm the leader of this little group of rejects. When you're dead long enough and constantly surrounded by fucking demons that want nothing more than to see you ripped limb from limb, you can't help but end up a little screwed up." she suddenly began to laugh, lifting the bottle to her lips and finishing the rest off, "Plus, without a little bit of this, I wouldn't have enough energy to pick myself up in the morning."
"The name's Anelle, I think yours is Constantine, right?" she finally answered looking back at him with one eye, the deep red iris glowing slightly, like a dying ember.
"You're actually pretty well known around these parts." Anelle muttered, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the chair's cushioned top railing, "You've caused quite the commotion when you were found. Not a lot of people are half-breeds and manage to keep that dark side of them in place. I would know, I've put a couple down a few times."
He didn't seem to enjoy the drink nearly as much as she would, quickly returned to his smoke and handing the bottle back. But that didn't bother her, everyone had their own preferences, just as long as they didn't tell her what to do herself. Flickering lights had caught her eye, the woman turning to see the man performing a small flame trick with the smoke while asking her the question of her name.
She grinned, showing appreciation to his style, speaking under her breathe, "...So you're also a fire user."
His last comment made her smirk, "Drinking on the job?" she scoffed, "Here, I make the rules of conduct.
She looks at him with a playful sternness before quickly extending a hand to the man, her slim, pale fingers lined with callous, "Welcome aboard, I'm the leader of this little group of rejects. When you're dead long enough and constantly surrounded by fucking demons that want nothing more than to see you ripped limb from limb, you can't help but end up a little screwed up." she suddenly began to laugh, lifting the bottle to her lips and finishing the rest off, "Plus, without a little bit of this, I wouldn't have enough energy to pick myself up in the morning."
"The name's Anelle, I think yours is Constantine, right?" she finally answered looking back at him with one eye, the deep red iris glowing slightly, like a dying ember.
"You're actually pretty well known around these parts." Anelle muttered, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the chair's cushioned top railing, "You've caused quite the commotion when you were found. Not a lot of people are half-breeds and manage to keep that dark side of them in place. I would know, I've put a couple down a few times."
A tall woman, donning nothing more than a pair of jeans and a dark gray sweater emerges from the side door that was labeled "Do not Enter - Authorization Required" with a long winded yawn. She stretched her arms, and twisted her back a few times, her deep red eyes blinking a few times. There wasn't nearly enough time to finish the day's mission planning, and what's left was going to be nothing short of "winging it." Their mission this time wasn't exactly a walk in the park when it came to safety, but that was almost a good thing for her. Danger was an element that made anything more exciting. She walked down this hall and that, passing through sections of the white building until she came into a room that had no door at all. Above the entrance was a sign that read "Common Room."
If it wasn't obvious, this was part of the facility where agents would take a break and rest before going off to do whatever next. It wasn't nearly as bleak as the rest of the huge structure, and there were many tables with coffee machines among other refreshments, along with couches and sofas allotted around the fairly big room. Hell, there were even a few large monitors on the walls for agents to watch shows and such. Though, she wasn't interested in any of that and proceeded right towards the fridges, opening one up and scanning the contents thoroughly.
Her eyes squinted when her search took a little too long, "I could've sworn I put one in here the other day..." she muttered irritably.
But just then, her lips lined into a grin as she reached out and picked out a large bottle, "Ah! There it is."
She uncorked it with her hands and took a sniff, taking pleasure in the bitter stench of alcohol, then merrily taking a long swig. Releasing a sigh of satisfaction, she proceeded out of the room in a careless stride.
Shortly coming into one of outer rooms towards the main transference platform, she noticed a sketchy-looking man was sitting idly on a chair. The woman breathed once, immediately recognizing the smell of smoke, assuming the box he was tapping was the cigarettes. She bore a slight grin, deciding that he was the new addition she's been told about, she sat down on the chair right beside him. A man like that was bound to bring trouble, and keeping other members on their toes was going to be interesting to watch. Of course, if things were to get sour, she'll have to do something. But until then, she was going to at least test the waters with the man.
"Hey there." she said, looking at him for a long moment before looking down and pointing her bottle over, "Oh, where are my manners. Would you like a drink?"
...
The man pulled back to a stand, his eyes glancing around rapidly, "Well... when rifts don't work... that's a bad sign. I thought there was a good 30 minutes before the Passage...?"
He didn't wait for a response before placing his back against the wall, "I'd suggest you use this, no questions. And for the sake of our lives, don't step out of the line." he said as a small cloth bag was produced from a burst of twisted nothingness in his hands. It seemed to be filled with a loose solid, and sagging slightly in his palms.
He grabbed some of the contents and dribbled it over his head, revealing it to be some sort of white powder. Getting another handful, he tossed it in a circle around the two, creating a sort of perimeter. The man breathed slowly, as if he was scared the sound was going to reveal their positions.
The purple haze in his eyes faded for a moment and he looked at Reynar with a clear concern, "By any chance, did you happen to have learned how to kill demons when you were alive?"
If it wasn't obvious, this was part of the facility where agents would take a break and rest before going off to do whatever next. It wasn't nearly as bleak as the rest of the huge structure, and there were many tables with coffee machines among other refreshments, along with couches and sofas allotted around the fairly big room. Hell, there were even a few large monitors on the walls for agents to watch shows and such. Though, she wasn't interested in any of that and proceeded right towards the fridges, opening one up and scanning the contents thoroughly.
Her eyes squinted when her search took a little too long, "I could've sworn I put one in here the other day..." she muttered irritably.
But just then, her lips lined into a grin as she reached out and picked out a large bottle, "Ah! There it is."
She uncorked it with her hands and took a sniff, taking pleasure in the bitter stench of alcohol, then merrily taking a long swig. Releasing a sigh of satisfaction, she proceeded out of the room in a careless stride.
Shortly coming into one of outer rooms towards the main transference platform, she noticed a sketchy-looking man was sitting idly on a chair. The woman breathed once, immediately recognizing the smell of smoke, assuming the box he was tapping was the cigarettes. She bore a slight grin, deciding that he was the new addition she's been told about, she sat down on the chair right beside him. A man like that was bound to bring trouble, and keeping other members on their toes was going to be interesting to watch. Of course, if things were to get sour, she'll have to do something. But until then, she was going to at least test the waters with the man.
"Hey there." she said, looking at him for a long moment before looking down and pointing her bottle over, "Oh, where are my manners. Would you like a drink?"
The man pulled back to a stand, his eyes glancing around rapidly, "Well... when rifts don't work... that's a bad sign. I thought there was a good 30 minutes before the Passage...?"
He didn't wait for a response before placing his back against the wall, "I'd suggest you use this, no questions. And for the sake of our lives, don't step out of the line." he said as a small cloth bag was produced from a burst of twisted nothingness in his hands. It seemed to be filled with a loose solid, and sagging slightly in his palms.
He grabbed some of the contents and dribbled it over his head, revealing it to be some sort of white powder. Getting another handful, he tossed it in a circle around the two, creating a sort of perimeter. The man breathed slowly, as if he was scared the sound was going to reveal their positions.
The purple haze in his eyes faded for a moment and he looked at Reynar with a clear concern, "By any chance, did you happen to have learned how to kill demons when you were alive?"
Hello good sir!
It's reject.
And by Rejected, I mean it's bad.
And by bad, I mean it's good.
And by Good, I mean it's accepted. :)
It's reject.
And by Rejected, I mean it's bad.
And by bad, I mean it's good.
And by Good, I mean it's accepted. :)
No, I'm not dead.
XD I've just been going through the rounds of college, but luckily I've got a free-ish day today and will probably get a few posts off tonight. Hope to see you guys keeping alive. :)
XD I've just been going through the rounds of college, but luckily I've got a free-ish day today and will probably get a few posts off tonight. Hope to see you guys keeping alive. :)
Well you might be able to be a custom race with the right reasons, however for now you have to have to have been human. You Soul per se can projected in almost unlimited amounts of ways. You can be a cat, or something, just be creative but also have good reason behind it. :)
Nah, just people are busy lately. The other members are doing life things as well. I can always post, but not as much as I'm normally able to, sorry. :(
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