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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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It's kinda hard to bring people into this RP, it's so long and complicated most people just stop after the first paragraph. D:
Why bump this, Calvin, why.
Are you at a birthday right now?
Are you at a birthday right now?
She smiled at his response, even though he was a man to the core, Constantine held a few good traits about himself. Men had always found ways to disgust her, but she could see something about Constantine that was not so much a "man." Maybe it was his demonic qualities, or his fiery nature. But one thing was sure; even if he was beaten, he wasn't going to go out without a kick, and she liked that.
Anelle chuckled, walking over to the bag across the room, "No, remember what I said? We're all rejects here... even if you're way more dangerous than most recruits, it's our task to find a place for you."
The barrier was gone and the room was back to it's usual white hue, though the magic's only purpose was to contain essence. She didn't want to have the other teammates going in and interrupting what she was trying to do. Especially when what that thing was is a secret assignment given to her.
The woman bent over, picking up the bag with a lazy swoop. Draping it over her back, she came back to Constantine.
She looked at the man on the ground with a hinting smirk, offering a hand for him to take, "Besides... I've never fought with a Demon before, so this will be interesting."
And for the first time her radiance could be felt, even subtly, as though by will she had let it out into the space around them. Instantly the room felt warm, but not physically, almost as though it was hitting more internally. It was heavy, and uncomfortable to move in, even if she was moving quite fine. But this feeling only occurred a split second, and then it vanished.
...
Upon hearing Melissa's question, the woman looked to the two newcomers with a careful eye once more before turning her head the other way. She didn't seem interested in the small talk, and her eye glowed with a solemness. There was something to Melissa's question that caused the woman to fall into her state of silence, and only Corwin knew what it was. She had excluded herself from the conversation, and was showing no motive in coming back into such a topic.
Corwin looked at her, then back to Melissa desperately. The weird feeling was already in the air, and he knew he had to do something or else it'll only get worse. With the only answer coming to mind, he suddenly threw out his hand, accidentally hitting Jessie in the arm.
"Ah- Sorry!" He mumbled, chuckling embarrassingly as his cheeks turned slightly pink. He reached out to attempt to message the man's arm, but figure that would be extremely awkward and just stopped half-way.
He looked around then made a short cough, and turned back to Melissa again, this time making sure to remain still, "It's a pleasure to meet you Melissa, I'm Corwin. I'm sure you already know that, but that's fine too." his eyes glanced cautiously over to the robed lady, "That's our squad's Lieutenant, but acts more like a captain than our actual captain, so I just call her Cap... She doesn't really like to talk about her name."
With a smile he added in, "If you have anymore questions, feel free to ask me. I'm sure you guys are wondering about what's going on, or why is there magic?"
Anelle chuckled, walking over to the bag across the room, "No, remember what I said? We're all rejects here... even if you're way more dangerous than most recruits, it's our task to find a place for you."
The barrier was gone and the room was back to it's usual white hue, though the magic's only purpose was to contain essence. She didn't want to have the other teammates going in and interrupting what she was trying to do. Especially when what that thing was is a secret assignment given to her.
The woman bent over, picking up the bag with a lazy swoop. Draping it over her back, she came back to Constantine.
She looked at the man on the ground with a hinting smirk, offering a hand for him to take, "Besides... I've never fought with a Demon before, so this will be interesting."
And for the first time her radiance could be felt, even subtly, as though by will she had let it out into the space around them. Instantly the room felt warm, but not physically, almost as though it was hitting more internally. It was heavy, and uncomfortable to move in, even if she was moving quite fine. But this feeling only occurred a split second, and then it vanished.
Upon hearing Melissa's question, the woman looked to the two newcomers with a careful eye once more before turning her head the other way. She didn't seem interested in the small talk, and her eye glowed with a solemness. There was something to Melissa's question that caused the woman to fall into her state of silence, and only Corwin knew what it was. She had excluded herself from the conversation, and was showing no motive in coming back into such a topic.
Corwin looked at her, then back to Melissa desperately. The weird feeling was already in the air, and he knew he had to do something or else it'll only get worse. With the only answer coming to mind, he suddenly threw out his hand, accidentally hitting Jessie in the arm.
"Ah- Sorry!" He mumbled, chuckling embarrassingly as his cheeks turned slightly pink. He reached out to attempt to message the man's arm, but figure that would be extremely awkward and just stopped half-way.
He looked around then made a short cough, and turned back to Melissa again, this time making sure to remain still, "It's a pleasure to meet you Melissa, I'm Corwin. I'm sure you already know that, but that's fine too." his eyes glanced cautiously over to the robed lady, "That's our squad's Lieutenant, but acts more like a captain than our actual captain, so I just call her Cap... She doesn't really like to talk about her name."
With a smile he added in, "If you have anymore questions, feel free to ask me. I'm sure you guys are wondering about what's going on, or why is there magic?"
Yep. :)
They can count as one, or two, whatever you please.
They can count as one, or two, whatever you please.
The man saw the Reynar's sense of dread swelling up, realizing that it was partly his fault for losing composure so quickly. He tried his best to fix things, shrug off the negativity around them with a light grin, "Well... that's very unfortunate... Then I won't lie to you, we have a very slim chance of survival."
He then shrugged in attempt to alleviate the last statement, quickly adding in, "But don't worry, I've been caught out during the Passage before. And if anything, this will prove to sate your curiosity of what we have to face here in the afterlife."
Even saying such things, he felt that the things he said didn't make anything better. He closed his mouth, then opening it again, only to close it again in consideration as to what he would have to say next. Moral was already getting to the drop-off and the next sentence can make or break this whole situation. He's seen people go mad from just seeing a demon, and was glad this man had the mentality to get through these things.
Then a thought struck him, and he thrust his hand into his pocket. He dug around for a second and was about to pull it out when something outside made him freeze. At that very moment, the shadows around them began to swirl, and outside, the lights began to grow dimmer. What little color that was held within objects was gradually drained away. Soon enough, it was like a thick fog had covered the outside of the store, a swirling mass of darkness that seemed to leave only the slimmest hint of light.
Mark sank closer to the wall as faint blazes began to illuminate up among the darkness, shifting up from the ground, slowly and gradually. Barely visible, outlines of strange shapes appeared and the various lights carried along with them. A single humanoid outline was in the middle of these forms, breaking off and coming closer to the front of the store. The two lights at it's head were glowing a deep yellow, flickering as they swayed back and forth. The other beings around ignored this smaller shape, and soon enough it was just the lone being meandering closer to them. Stopping at the windows, the outline appeared very narrow, nearly human-like, standing still inside the shadows outside. The lights were the only clear marker, staring right at the two men.
The man pulled at his collar, gulping tensely under the unrelenting stare.
Turning very carefully to the right, he spoke in a barely audible whisper, his eyes laid straight on the strange shadow, "Alright Reynar... I want you to do one thing..."
He took a single step and just then, the figure twitched.
"Run!" he shouted, dashing down to the back of the store, making a clear line for the exit. Turning his torso slightly, he thrust his hand towards the window as he ran. The salt around them on the ground pushed, as if by a gust of wind, outwards in a extended line before the windows.
He called out, the air around the salt thickening as his words were formed, "Thee who seek to claim our Souls, you will not break though my spirit."
A shrilling gurgle can be heard, and the shadow began to bash at the windows frantically. When the man had made it to the back, the sound it made shifted into a sickly groan into a biting scream as it threw itself against the glass. The two lights flickered wildly, flashing and revealing long crimson claws that scrapped at the windows.
...
Anelle seemed satisfied with the results as he cut through the stone like paper, sweeping around to get rid of her other obstacles. She can feel his mind slipping under the force of his other half when he took aim upon her with his sword. Blood lust filled his eyes, and his body had undoubtedly changed into something that was a demon. But by the time his blade even came close to her, she had already taken a step backwards, causing the blade to completely miss her. Almost immediately, the dragon-shaped flames from his body came roaring down upon her, appearing to come alive to secure the kill. She looked at Constantine, her eyes gleaming when the flaming dragons completely engulfed her in a white inferno.
She was entirely lost within the massive fire; the deadly heat, packed along with no sign of radiance was a clear sign of what happened. However, in an instant all of the flames were extinguished, vanishing without a trace. She stood before him, unscathed by any of his attacks.
Her eyes, still aimed towards Constantine, had pupils blazing with a now white gleam, "Admirable flames Constantine, but I don't think you can play fire with me."
It was about time for this little session to end, having kept close count of time the whole fight, she knew that the rest of the members were probably waiting for them. This was enough information for now, and anymore time in his true form would only prove to be dangerous to the man. Raw strength is a good tool for fighting, but if combat drags on for too long such power can become unfocused. Constantine's attacks were too televised, simply making dodging them an easy task for someone who's been fighting against Demons for most of their life.
She then lunged forward with blinding speed, a single hand aimed for his head. Once her palm came into contact, a light exploded from his forehead and the room around them began to crumble. To him, it would feel like he had just been struck on the head and beaten, but this was much more than that. She was just following orders.
He then shrugged in attempt to alleviate the last statement, quickly adding in, "But don't worry, I've been caught out during the Passage before. And if anything, this will prove to sate your curiosity of what we have to face here in the afterlife."
Even saying such things, he felt that the things he said didn't make anything better. He closed his mouth, then opening it again, only to close it again in consideration as to what he would have to say next. Moral was already getting to the drop-off and the next sentence can make or break this whole situation. He's seen people go mad from just seeing a demon, and was glad this man had the mentality to get through these things.
Then a thought struck him, and he thrust his hand into his pocket. He dug around for a second and was about to pull it out when something outside made him freeze. At that very moment, the shadows around them began to swirl, and outside, the lights began to grow dimmer. What little color that was held within objects was gradually drained away. Soon enough, it was like a thick fog had covered the outside of the store, a swirling mass of darkness that seemed to leave only the slimmest hint of light.
Mark sank closer to the wall as faint blazes began to illuminate up among the darkness, shifting up from the ground, slowly and gradually. Barely visible, outlines of strange shapes appeared and the various lights carried along with them. A single humanoid outline was in the middle of these forms, breaking off and coming closer to the front of the store. The two lights at it's head were glowing a deep yellow, flickering as they swayed back and forth. The other beings around ignored this smaller shape, and soon enough it was just the lone being meandering closer to them. Stopping at the windows, the outline appeared very narrow, nearly human-like, standing still inside the shadows outside. The lights were the only clear marker, staring right at the two men.
The man pulled at his collar, gulping tensely under the unrelenting stare.
Turning very carefully to the right, he spoke in a barely audible whisper, his eyes laid straight on the strange shadow, "Alright Reynar... I want you to do one thing..."
He took a single step and just then, the figure twitched.
"Run!" he shouted, dashing down to the back of the store, making a clear line for the exit. Turning his torso slightly, he thrust his hand towards the window as he ran. The salt around them on the ground pushed, as if by a gust of wind, outwards in a extended line before the windows.
He called out, the air around the salt thickening as his words were formed, "Thee who seek to claim our Souls, you will not break though my spirit."
A shrilling gurgle can be heard, and the shadow began to bash at the windows frantically. When the man had made it to the back, the sound it made shifted into a sickly groan into a biting scream as it threw itself against the glass. The two lights flickered wildly, flashing and revealing long crimson claws that scrapped at the windows.
Anelle seemed satisfied with the results as he cut through the stone like paper, sweeping around to get rid of her other obstacles. She can feel his mind slipping under the force of his other half when he took aim upon her with his sword. Blood lust filled his eyes, and his body had undoubtedly changed into something that was a demon. But by the time his blade even came close to her, she had already taken a step backwards, causing the blade to completely miss her. Almost immediately, the dragon-shaped flames from his body came roaring down upon her, appearing to come alive to secure the kill. She looked at Constantine, her eyes gleaming when the flaming dragons completely engulfed her in a white inferno.
She was entirely lost within the massive fire; the deadly heat, packed along with no sign of radiance was a clear sign of what happened. However, in an instant all of the flames were extinguished, vanishing without a trace. She stood before him, unscathed by any of his attacks.
Her eyes, still aimed towards Constantine, had pupils blazing with a now white gleam, "Admirable flames Constantine, but I don't think you can play fire with me."
It was about time for this little session to end, having kept close count of time the whole fight, she knew that the rest of the members were probably waiting for them. This was enough information for now, and anymore time in his true form would only prove to be dangerous to the man. Raw strength is a good tool for fighting, but if combat drags on for too long such power can become unfocused. Constantine's attacks were too televised, simply making dodging them an easy task for someone who's been fighting against Demons for most of their life.
She then lunged forward with blinding speed, a single hand aimed for his head. Once her palm came into contact, a light exploded from his forehead and the room around them began to crumble. To him, it would feel like he had just been struck on the head and beaten, but this was much more than that. She was just following orders.
Lol, well good luck, I've been out of the house so I haven't had much time to post.
Sure, why not Athan! :D
And congratulations! XD Is it that one guy were fantasizing the other day? (by other day, I mean like months ago.)
And congratulations! XD Is it that one guy were fantasizing the other day? (by other day, I mean like months ago.)
The man had nearly become an entirely new, twisted being by the time he zoomed through most of the projectiles, cutting down the rest with his burning blade. His energy seemed to be getting even stronger, though she noticed a slight variation in his essence flow. He stopped mid-way and sent back an exact number of fireballs back at her, the flames coursing along with the laughter in the air.
But before any of them came reached her, Anelle's body was blocked off by the large wall that erupted before her, the flames crashing against the side. The wall remained their, and she called out to him, "Is that all you got? Your flames won't be enough to crack this earth, let's see what that sword of yours can do."
If she wasn't so experienced, maybe his raw strength would've proved enough to break through. His demonic appearance was getting to a point where even a Soul Harvester would consider him an actual demon, despite his unusual radiance. She wondered how far he would slip before he would burn out. This was more than just a simple physical examination, it was also a mental one. What was the use of a glass cannon? If he was pushed to the limit, would only his will be enough to fight the urge to kill?
It was also because of her commanding position that turned this into an personal analyze of any weaknesses he may possess... when things did go the wrong way.
But before any of them came reached her, Anelle's body was blocked off by the large wall that erupted before her, the flames crashing against the side. The wall remained their, and she called out to him, "Is that all you got? Your flames won't be enough to crack this earth, let's see what that sword of yours can do."
If she wasn't so experienced, maybe his raw strength would've proved enough to break through. His demonic appearance was getting to a point where even a Soul Harvester would consider him an actual demon, despite his unusual radiance. She wondered how far he would slip before he would burn out. This was more than just a simple physical examination, it was also a mental one. What was the use of a glass cannon? If he was pushed to the limit, would only his will be enough to fight the urge to kill?
It was also because of her commanding position that turned this into an personal analyze of any weaknesses he may possess... when things did go the wrong way.
Anelle could only wait for Constantine to unleash more and more of his powers, watching the man with a smile that was less than savory. She didn't move from her spot though, and remained still by the wall at the other side of the room. The heat was making her excited and her eyes sparkled with a ferocity. The heat seemed to invigorate her, and her usual lazy slouch was gradually beginning to straighten out. There was little more that she enjoyed than plain battling it out with someone going at their fullest. Even if it was too impressive yet, the willingness coming from him made it ever intriguing.
"That's right! Come at me!" she yelled, the excitement lining her voice, "Show me all you've got!"
It was clear if the man heard her of not, but soon charged at her with his blade, the fire streaming in a blazing white trail. He had blood in his eyes, and for a moment looked nothing less than a demon. It was like a monster was cutting through the fire, his body gliding, forcing the flames apart like a tidal wave. The fire crashed against the barrier, but it did not falter, the white flames shooting up like walls around them.
Her eyes glinted, and while she didn't make any obvious moves, three rocky pillars snapped up from the ground behind her. She wanted to see how far he'd get, and her smile widened. On will, the pillars separated into thick slices. Piece by piece, the disks were shot off at tremendous speed at Constsatine. There must've been at least 10 launched in the air within the span of seconds, and the three pillars still had more than half their load. A straight charge would mean he'd be forced to use up his strike or dodge, considering the speed of which he was running.
"That's right! Come at me!" she yelled, the excitement lining her voice, "Show me all you've got!"
It was clear if the man heard her of not, but soon charged at her with his blade, the fire streaming in a blazing white trail. He had blood in his eyes, and for a moment looked nothing less than a demon. It was like a monster was cutting through the fire, his body gliding, forcing the flames apart like a tidal wave. The fire crashed against the barrier, but it did not falter, the white flames shooting up like walls around them.
Her eyes glinted, and while she didn't make any obvious moves, three rocky pillars snapped up from the ground behind her. She wanted to see how far he'd get, and her smile widened. On will, the pillars separated into thick slices. Piece by piece, the disks were shot off at tremendous speed at Constsatine. There must've been at least 10 launched in the air within the span of seconds, and the three pillars still had more than half their load. A straight charge would mean he'd be forced to use up his strike or dodge, considering the speed of which he was running.
#that'swhatshesaid.
And I'll try to post something tonight, got some homewaks to do.
And I'll try to post something tonight, got some homewaks to do.
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