DaemosHello people! Sorry I haven't been able to introduce myself or chatter with the members, but College midterms is making doing a lot of things at once a little difficult. D:
Anyways, I promise once I get my last exam through I'll have my cs posted up ASAP.
Still looking forward with playing with all you, and being in this cool world in general. Peace out!
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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'm interested, count me in. :)
Oh, and Nem says: Hewwo peeps.
Yes, I'm serious.
Oh, and Nem says: Hewwo peeps.
Yes, I'm serious.
Lol, sure why not, do it.
#Idk
PS: I'm thinking of making another campaign to raise interest again, but that would require more time than I have... so there in lies the problems.
#Idk
PS: I'm thinking of making another campaign to raise interest again, but that would require more time than I have... so there in lies the problems.
Corwin looked from the two men, sensing an odd air between them. The man smiled, practically feeling their negativity in the form of their intense body language. This was common, since no one really wanted to be thrust into such situations. Though he knew the "normality" that he believed in the Moral Plane was just an illusion. Somewhat like if you never left your house, and suddenly stepped outside, you'll find the world so strange and "fairytale." But just because no one's ever seen anything, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Some people never physically see the others across the world, but we still know they're there. Same logic, though now you've been brought there, free of charge. Rejecting something you think doesn't exist meant that you'd better be off living back in the house in intolerance, but if one were to accept the outside, they'll find a life of tolerance.
He took upon their stories and leaned back, "Well I guess you all haven't been out camping?" he said, glancing back at the two, who was still at their little ritual.
"Don't worry about not knowing too much, the real world is where we usually hang around. Mostly, magic is only so present in the other sides. It's something like different laws of physics; I'm sure you all know something about that." he looked at the three, "Well we have some free time, so I'll tell you one of the stories I picked up."
He looked up at the ceiling, thinking for a moment,
"There were two children that lived together, a boy named Arnold, and a girl Annie. Their parents would always get them what they wanted, but leave them alone with an old female caretaker during the day for work." He said, shifting his lean as the story came to him, "You see, Arnold hated dolls, but Annie loved them. She would always ask for him to play with them and her. His hate would be overshadowed by the love of being with her, deciding to do play with her dolls anyways. When they played, she would always talk to the dolls, which made Arnold a little angry since he felt like she was ignoring him even though she would ask him to come. Despite this, his love for his sister made him keep the peace. He smiled at Annie and the dolls, though didn't feel any happiness towards the objects.
After awhile she wouldn't ask him to come anymore, and would play with her dolls alone. He would spend the next few days stand outside her door, listening to her laughing and talking to what she called her "friends." He felt deep hatred, but soon accepted that he loved her so much that he'd let her play without him. Maybe she had loved the dolls more than him, but knew that he would love her forever. That was enough for him.
That was until one day, when he overheard Annie calling one of the dolls "Arnold." The boy immediately barged straight into the room. He looked at Annie with a stern gaze, stating that no doll would never love her as much as he did. She would then come to say that he was just jealous, and that the dolls, her "friends" would love her forever. And to this, he picked up one of the dolls and started ripping at it with his hands. He tore viciously at the fabric, but what he found was scarlet liquid that came, instead of cotton.
His sister shreiked, yelling, "You're killing them!" but he couldn't stop, and quickly moved to the next doll, tearing the fabric until it let out a stream of redness. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from destroying the dolls and he began to cry. He looked at his sister and slowly approched her, his hands and body stained by the red liquid. She screamed, backing and slipping on the crimson water that layered the floor.
"Get away from me! You monster, you killed them all!" she wailed, tears streaming from her eyes, "I thought you loved me..."
Through a bloody glare, he muttered a single reply, "But I do love you." before one last scream was heard from the room.
That night, when their parents came home, they did not to find their child nor the caretaker. Coming into Annie's room, they saw the mutilated bodies of several children from across the neighborhood that frequently visited their only child.
Across the wall was a message spelled with blood, "I love you, forever. Nothing can come between us."
Corwin then stopped the story with a clap, "And it's finished."
He looked over the party, his green eyes landing on each of them, "So, what did you all think happened?"
He took upon their stories and leaned back, "Well I guess you all haven't been out camping?" he said, glancing back at the two, who was still at their little ritual.
"Don't worry about not knowing too much, the real world is where we usually hang around. Mostly, magic is only so present in the other sides. It's something like different laws of physics; I'm sure you all know something about that." he looked at the three, "Well we have some free time, so I'll tell you one of the stories I picked up."
He looked up at the ceiling, thinking for a moment,
"There were two children that lived together, a boy named Arnold, and a girl Annie. Their parents would always get them what they wanted, but leave them alone with an old female caretaker during the day for work." He said, shifting his lean as the story came to him, "You see, Arnold hated dolls, but Annie loved them. She would always ask for him to play with them and her. His hate would be overshadowed by the love of being with her, deciding to do play with her dolls anyways. When they played, she would always talk to the dolls, which made Arnold a little angry since he felt like she was ignoring him even though she would ask him to come. Despite this, his love for his sister made him keep the peace. He smiled at Annie and the dolls, though didn't feel any happiness towards the objects.
After awhile she wouldn't ask him to come anymore, and would play with her dolls alone. He would spend the next few days stand outside her door, listening to her laughing and talking to what she called her "friends." He felt deep hatred, but soon accepted that he loved her so much that he'd let her play without him. Maybe she had loved the dolls more than him, but knew that he would love her forever. That was enough for him.
That was until one day, when he overheard Annie calling one of the dolls "Arnold." The boy immediately barged straight into the room. He looked at Annie with a stern gaze, stating that no doll would never love her as much as he did. She would then come to say that he was just jealous, and that the dolls, her "friends" would love her forever. And to this, he picked up one of the dolls and started ripping at it with his hands. He tore viciously at the fabric, but what he found was scarlet liquid that came, instead of cotton.
His sister shreiked, yelling, "You're killing them!" but he couldn't stop, and quickly moved to the next doll, tearing the fabric until it let out a stream of redness. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from destroying the dolls and he began to cry. He looked at his sister and slowly approched her, his hands and body stained by the red liquid. She screamed, backing and slipping on the crimson water that layered the floor.
"Get away from me! You monster, you killed them all!" she wailed, tears streaming from her eyes, "I thought you loved me..."
Through a bloody glare, he muttered a single reply, "But I do love you." before one last scream was heard from the room.
That night, when their parents came home, they did not to find their child nor the caretaker. Coming into Annie's room, they saw the mutilated bodies of several children from across the neighborhood that frequently visited their only child.
Across the wall was a message spelled with blood, "I love you, forever. Nothing can come between us."
Corwin then stopped the story with a clap, "And it's finished."
He looked over the party, his green eyes landing on each of them, "So, what did you all think happened?"
Anelle waited for the news to settle, raising a hand to gesture everyone to follow her. She observed all of their reactions briefly, from Constantine's subtle excitement to Jessie's straight self-seclusion. Things were going to be weird with the new additions, and the way they'll handle the whole ordeal. No two people take seeing what happens to a soul acts the exact same way.
"It seems that one of our members are still out there, but I don't think it's a problem... he's certainly a special guy that keeps getting out of really bad places." she muttered, snapping around and starting to walk to the center of the room, "Enough for introductions, it's time we moved out. The real experience is out there."
The actual center of the huge room had a large clearing with a raised metal platform, with a long pentagram of sorts composed of symbols engraved into it. Usually the chairs and tables would be put away and there would be various guards and vendors about, but the current celebration really threw off the usual daily strings.
Corwin and C accepted the statement with a slight nod, the robed woman rapidly moving forward beside Anelle while Corwin hung back with the others. He looked at everyone with curious eyes, thinking that the rejection of reality is definately a common symptom when it came to having your entire reality bent upsidedown. Jessie seemed to be the pinacle victim, and seemed to take this into his interactions with the others. Rejection of things that are uncomfortable. He wouldn't blame him, this part of the world isn't really pleasant. He probably stuck around just to see things unfold, though there was no clear sign that he'd stay even if he saw what they were about to uncover. Melissa on the other hand, seemed to be the curious type that just wanted to understand why, accepting things as they come. Constantine was the radical crazy guy, but he would classify that upon everyone there, but the man was a little more wild than any normal human. It was like he was a beast, one that is forced to keep supressed. He was edgy, and eager to see some action almost constantly.
Of course he wouldn't really know unless he actually talked to them, and Corwin just grinned, this was all just split-second speculation. After living for over 5 decades, one starts to see things in a diferent light.
"So, you guys ever heard any ghost stories? Like of spirits or demons?" He said to them, his feet tapping casually a few yards behind Anelle and C, "Any kind of knowledge helps. Considering most of those stories are just slight variations and recolelctions of people who've seen the things that lurk beyond..."
The scarlet haired woman stopped before the platform, turning to C, who immediately produced two knifes. One was half the size of the other, and the larger knife had a thin slot above its center at the sides. Anelle took the smaller one, while C threw the seperate one into the center of the symbol with inhuman precision. Anelle then began a low chanting. The language sounded latin, but flowed more irratically, with phonics that didn't even sound natural. The words themselves felt as if they had actual weight in the air, and each word muttered created an increased tension in the room. The thousands of symbols that created the large image, light up one at a time following every word the woman uttered, lighting up the white overtone in a bright ruby hue.
"Don't worry, we've got a few good minutes before the things fired up." Corwin said, waiting for the others to share anything as he watched Anelle's process.
"It seems that one of our members are still out there, but I don't think it's a problem... he's certainly a special guy that keeps getting out of really bad places." she muttered, snapping around and starting to walk to the center of the room, "Enough for introductions, it's time we moved out. The real experience is out there."
The actual center of the huge room had a large clearing with a raised metal platform, with a long pentagram of sorts composed of symbols engraved into it. Usually the chairs and tables would be put away and there would be various guards and vendors about, but the current celebration really threw off the usual daily strings.
Corwin and C accepted the statement with a slight nod, the robed woman rapidly moving forward beside Anelle while Corwin hung back with the others. He looked at everyone with curious eyes, thinking that the rejection of reality is definately a common symptom when it came to having your entire reality bent upsidedown. Jessie seemed to be the pinacle victim, and seemed to take this into his interactions with the others. Rejection of things that are uncomfortable. He wouldn't blame him, this part of the world isn't really pleasant. He probably stuck around just to see things unfold, though there was no clear sign that he'd stay even if he saw what they were about to uncover. Melissa on the other hand, seemed to be the curious type that just wanted to understand why, accepting things as they come. Constantine was the radical crazy guy, but he would classify that upon everyone there, but the man was a little more wild than any normal human. It was like he was a beast, one that is forced to keep supressed. He was edgy, and eager to see some action almost constantly.
Of course he wouldn't really know unless he actually talked to them, and Corwin just grinned, this was all just split-second speculation. After living for over 5 decades, one starts to see things in a diferent light.
"So, you guys ever heard any ghost stories? Like of spirits or demons?" He said to them, his feet tapping casually a few yards behind Anelle and C, "Any kind of knowledge helps. Considering most of those stories are just slight variations and recolelctions of people who've seen the things that lurk beyond..."
The scarlet haired woman stopped before the platform, turning to C, who immediately produced two knifes. One was half the size of the other, and the larger knife had a thin slot above its center at the sides. Anelle took the smaller one, while C threw the seperate one into the center of the symbol with inhuman precision. Anelle then began a low chanting. The language sounded latin, but flowed more irratically, with phonics that didn't even sound natural. The words themselves felt as if they had actual weight in the air, and each word muttered created an increased tension in the room. The thousands of symbols that created the large image, light up one at a time following every word the woman uttered, lighting up the white overtone in a bright ruby hue.
"Don't worry, we've got a few good minutes before the things fired up." Corwin said, waiting for the others to share anything as he watched Anelle's process.
Anelle nodded in approval when Constantine agreed to settle down, for now at least. "Great. Now let's get this moving on."
She quickly moved him over to the group, then took a stance at the front, looking up, her eyes scanning the ceiling above. Her eyes darted quickly back and forth, as though counting something before she turned back down to the rest, and somewhere between the motions her eyes gave off a flash. Mark was still missing, but none of the squad members showed much concern over his condition. He was a special guy, and if anything, incredibly lucky. He's probably just sitting around, keeping out of complete radar from the spirits.
Turning back down, she gazed at the new members, "Alright, I know you either want to, or wish not to be here. But here's the thing, there's no denying what you've seen today, what we've told you. It's the truth of our Deaths..." She stepped over, pacing a little as she contemplated the next sentence, speaking slowly, "Most of us here have seen a demon once or twice, and while I don't want to dig too deep into the subject, have any of you seen what they can do to a Soul? Tonight you will have the chance of seeing what they can do, and at that point, I'll give you a choice. You can join our cause, or we can send you back to the cycle."
She quickly moved him over to the group, then took a stance at the front, looking up, her eyes scanning the ceiling above. Her eyes darted quickly back and forth, as though counting something before she turned back down to the rest, and somewhere between the motions her eyes gave off a flash. Mark was still missing, but none of the squad members showed much concern over his condition. He was a special guy, and if anything, incredibly lucky. He's probably just sitting around, keeping out of complete radar from the spirits.
Turning back down, she gazed at the new members, "Alright, I know you either want to, or wish not to be here. But here's the thing, there's no denying what you've seen today, what we've told you. It's the truth of our Deaths..." She stepped over, pacing a little as she contemplated the next sentence, speaking slowly, "Most of us here have seen a demon once or twice, and while I don't want to dig too deep into the subject, have any of you seen what they can do to a Soul? Tonight you will have the chance of seeing what they can do, and at that point, I'll give you a choice. You can join our cause, or we can send you back to the cycle."
The robed woman froze when the man had spoken about her name so openly, and both Corwin, who now noticed his boss, exchanged looks with one another. It was the start of something... deadly. Her eye turned to Constantine, and a glint of anger pierced the air between them. Her body became stiff as she slowly turned to the man,
"So... you're Constantine...?" she spoke heavily, her voice carrying through the air like venom, "I thought you'd know more manners than to ask someone a personal question... even when advised not to. I'm starting to think you don't have the slightest idea the particular people you've been assigned with."
When the last words were said, the air seemed to unleash a spark that lashed out towards Constantine. It traveled faster than a blink, but disappeared as the room suddenly dulled. This transpired only for a split instant too, then returning back to "normal." The woman looked disappointed, and there was an irritation now within her expression, her purple eye turning cautiously towards Anelle.
There was an instant unsteadiness in the air, and immediately Corwin let out a laugh, throwing his arm around C and pulled her away from the others, much at her reprimand. He whispered something to her, and while she didn't look exactly thrilled by what he was saying, she nodded and remained at the other end of the room. Storming off and losing her composure was well below the woman's dispositions.
"Haha, you must be the new guy! What a sense of humor you got there!" Corwin called out as he moved towards Constantine, yet again, throwing his arm around the man casually. He smiled to the rest while he walked him over to Anelle. Once they came far enough away from everyone, he pulled Constantine close to him, "What do you think you're doing?! Do you want to die?!" he said with a hushed panic, his green eyes looking at the man as though he was absolutely insane.
"Listen, I don't know what you want out of her, but don't do it. She looks frail, but far from it." Corwin advised, before leaving him with Anelle and returning back to the Melissa and Jessie, whom appear to be taking the whole situation with a spoonful of tar.
He just smiled and waved the situation off, pacing quickly to Jessie and Melissa, "Ah, everything's fine! Anyways, I gotta tell you about what's going on tonight... you see, we won't be going back to Erro with the Passage going on, so that means you'll be coming with us."
He dug around his pockets and pulled something out, first turning to Jessie, but then made a peculiar expression. His eyes peered at the man with curiosity before facing Melissa, in his hand, a strip of paper that had an assortment of symbols on it, "Here you go; this will allow you to retain your physical form until we can suit you up with a proper one in Erro."
...
The scarlet haired woman awaited Constantine, though shared none of Corwin's friendly attitude, staring at the man with eyes filled with ire. Her hands were crossed and she tapped one rapidly.
"Didn't I say you shouldn't do that, huh?!" She snapped, opening her mouth only to close it in bafflement.
She released a deep sigh, "You can fight all the demons you want when we get out there, and don't worry, tonight's no ordinary Purging mission. Trust me, it'll be interesting, so no need to pick fights with someone that will tear this entire ward up if you push the wrong way."
The woman then looked at the man with a changed demeanor, coming closer to him, "Look, I think you're a pretty decent guy, and I've got a pretty big tolerance for things, but her, no no no. Don't piss her of all people off, for you own sake" Her lips formed a slight grin as her hand struck him roughly on the arm, "Okay?"
"So... you're Constantine...?" she spoke heavily, her voice carrying through the air like venom, "I thought you'd know more manners than to ask someone a personal question... even when advised not to. I'm starting to think you don't have the slightest idea the particular people you've been assigned with."
When the last words were said, the air seemed to unleash a spark that lashed out towards Constantine. It traveled faster than a blink, but disappeared as the room suddenly dulled. This transpired only for a split instant too, then returning back to "normal." The woman looked disappointed, and there was an irritation now within her expression, her purple eye turning cautiously towards Anelle.
There was an instant unsteadiness in the air, and immediately Corwin let out a laugh, throwing his arm around C and pulled her away from the others, much at her reprimand. He whispered something to her, and while she didn't look exactly thrilled by what he was saying, she nodded and remained at the other end of the room. Storming off and losing her composure was well below the woman's dispositions.
"Haha, you must be the new guy! What a sense of humor you got there!" Corwin called out as he moved towards Constantine, yet again, throwing his arm around the man casually. He smiled to the rest while he walked him over to Anelle. Once they came far enough away from everyone, he pulled Constantine close to him, "What do you think you're doing?! Do you want to die?!" he said with a hushed panic, his green eyes looking at the man as though he was absolutely insane.
"Listen, I don't know what you want out of her, but don't do it. She looks frail, but far from it." Corwin advised, before leaving him with Anelle and returning back to the Melissa and Jessie, whom appear to be taking the whole situation with a spoonful of tar.
He just smiled and waved the situation off, pacing quickly to Jessie and Melissa, "Ah, everything's fine! Anyways, I gotta tell you about what's going on tonight... you see, we won't be going back to Erro with the Passage going on, so that means you'll be coming with us."
He dug around his pockets and pulled something out, first turning to Jessie, but then made a peculiar expression. His eyes peered at the man with curiosity before facing Melissa, in his hand, a strip of paper that had an assortment of symbols on it, "Here you go; this will allow you to retain your physical form until we can suit you up with a proper one in Erro."
...
The scarlet haired woman awaited Constantine, though shared none of Corwin's friendly attitude, staring at the man with eyes filled with ire. Her hands were crossed and she tapped one rapidly.
"Didn't I say you shouldn't do that, huh?!" She snapped, opening her mouth only to close it in bafflement.
She released a deep sigh, "You can fight all the demons you want when we get out there, and don't worry, tonight's no ordinary Purging mission. Trust me, it'll be interesting, so no need to pick fights with someone that will tear this entire ward up if you push the wrong way."
The woman then looked at the man with a changed demeanor, coming closer to him, "Look, I think you're a pretty decent guy, and I've got a pretty big tolerance for things, but her, no no no. Don't piss her of all people off, for you own sake" Her lips formed a slight grin as her hand struck him roughly on the arm, "Okay?"
I used to do that, but figured that it would probably ruin some of the surprise and potentially spoil things. If someone doesn't want to read enough to find out who's in the post, it's their own choice.
She quietly observed the man experiment with his powers, making sure he wasn't going to abruptly turn on her with the blade. Even if she didn't feel any spikes of emotion from the man, she was never sure when it came to demons. She's been stabbed in the back plenty by other Harvesters, so what's stopping a half-breed? Maybe it was her cynical nature kicking in, and she just sighed thinking about it.
Anelle almost laughed aloud when he called their little battle a date. If that was the case, this was probably the only date she'd enjoy. Fighting was in her blood, and the thrill of fighting against someone that had potential was satisfying. Turning her head back, the woman revealed a smirk, "If you liked that, I'm only getting started. Keep alive, and maybe I'll give you the chance to earn another."
Her hands patted her long scarlet hair before she walked to the other end of the room, to a door without any handle or doorknob. She looked back briefly as she placed her hand upon the surface. A glow emanated from her hands, then an array of burning symbols blazed across the surface before the door hissed open. Down the path was a much wider and taller hallway, though shorter, and far down was vague figures. Immediately, she started down the path, making a ushering gesture with her hand to Constantine. This particular spell would have to be shown to Constantine later, time was running short by now, and Mark still hasn't come back.
"They rest are right down there." Anelle said in a rushed tone, layering the short explanation between each step, "The stupid-face blonde guy is Corwin, and the one in the black robes is called "C." If don't want to have a bad time, don't ask her about it." she shrugged, "Touchy subject."
"That guy, we picked up earlier out in the Divide" She paused, looking more closely down the hallway, "and... well, that girl, I don't know who that is. Anyways, I hope that little fight warmed you up, we're about to go out to investigate the Divide. But watch out, tonight's one of the nights of the Spirit Passage."
By the time she had finished the last of her words, they were halfway there. The woman remained silent the rest of the way, and let the man take the words into mind. By the time she came close to the already conversing group, she made sure not to say anything and just keep to the walls. However that didn't stop "C" from noticing, the woman turning her single eye over at the two. She was about to open her mouth until Anelle put a hushed sign up at her lips to signal her to be silent.
The woman just shook her head at her captain's antics, turning her head with a sigh. Corwin seemed to be too preoccupied talking to the others to notice, still blushing over his embarrassing actions.
Anelle almost laughed aloud when he called their little battle a date. If that was the case, this was probably the only date she'd enjoy. Fighting was in her blood, and the thrill of fighting against someone that had potential was satisfying. Turning her head back, the woman revealed a smirk, "If you liked that, I'm only getting started. Keep alive, and maybe I'll give you the chance to earn another."
Her hands patted her long scarlet hair before she walked to the other end of the room, to a door without any handle or doorknob. She looked back briefly as she placed her hand upon the surface. A glow emanated from her hands, then an array of burning symbols blazed across the surface before the door hissed open. Down the path was a much wider and taller hallway, though shorter, and far down was vague figures. Immediately, she started down the path, making a ushering gesture with her hand to Constantine. This particular spell would have to be shown to Constantine later, time was running short by now, and Mark still hasn't come back.
"They rest are right down there." Anelle said in a rushed tone, layering the short explanation between each step, "The stupid-face blonde guy is Corwin, and the one in the black robes is called "C." If don't want to have a bad time, don't ask her about it." she shrugged, "Touchy subject."
"That guy, we picked up earlier out in the Divide" She paused, looking more closely down the hallway, "and... well, that girl, I don't know who that is. Anyways, I hope that little fight warmed you up, we're about to go out to investigate the Divide. But watch out, tonight's one of the nights of the Spirit Passage."
By the time she had finished the last of her words, they were halfway there. The woman remained silent the rest of the way, and let the man take the words into mind. By the time she came close to the already conversing group, she made sure not to say anything and just keep to the walls. However that didn't stop "C" from noticing, the woman turning her single eye over at the two. She was about to open her mouth until Anelle put a hushed sign up at her lips to signal her to be silent.
The woman just shook her head at her captain's antics, turning her head with a sigh. Corwin seemed to be too preoccupied talking to the others to notice, still blushing over his embarrassing actions.
She looked at him quizzically, wondering why he said she never fought a demon before, even though she has probably killed entire armies over the decades. But looking back to what she said, a stark realization and misunderstanding was made.
Laughing, she spoke out as he picked up his bag, "That's not what I meant; I mean "with" as is in with, you know. On the same side."
He seemed to be slowly reverting back to his normal self, taking out another cigarette to smoke. The energy within his body was swirling as he thought, but it was faint now. He wasn't dumb, and had probably noticed the seal upon some of his more dangerous powers. He can force it out, but it will be painful. It was remarkable how well he was taking the news of his own soul being suppressed, but she was glad he was accepting. She had enough of men who just bitch and moan when things are simply not ready for them.
The woman was about to head out towards the others when Constantine asked a question that made her completely halt in step. There was a noticeable delay before she straightened out and replied.
"I wouldn't suggest doing that in front of others..." she muttered, her voice low and measured, "I don't mind, everyone has to have something to munch on, but there are some of us who absolutely despise demons and anything of the sort. To tell you the truth, they sent you with us because other squads wouldn't accept you..."
"But I don't see you that way..." After another pause, she started to walk again, "You can eat the demons you slay, but that's taking parts out of your own paycheck. Beware though, eating too many corrupted Souls can have a few negative effects."
Laughing, she spoke out as he picked up his bag, "That's not what I meant; I mean "with" as is in with, you know. On the same side."
He seemed to be slowly reverting back to his normal self, taking out another cigarette to smoke. The energy within his body was swirling as he thought, but it was faint now. He wasn't dumb, and had probably noticed the seal upon some of his more dangerous powers. He can force it out, but it will be painful. It was remarkable how well he was taking the news of his own soul being suppressed, but she was glad he was accepting. She had enough of men who just bitch and moan when things are simply not ready for them.
The woman was about to head out towards the others when Constantine asked a question that made her completely halt in step. There was a noticeable delay before she straightened out and replied.
"I wouldn't suggest doing that in front of others..." she muttered, her voice low and measured, "I don't mind, everyone has to have something to munch on, but there are some of us who absolutely despise demons and anything of the sort. To tell you the truth, they sent you with us because other squads wouldn't accept you..."
"But I don't see you that way..." After another pause, she started to walk again, "You can eat the demons you slay, but that's taking parts out of your own paycheck. Beware though, eating too many corrupted Souls can have a few negative effects."
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