As Scarlet kept running she got a smirk on her face. "Neither have I!" Said Scarlet as the bat-like demon wings on her back begin to flap. As they do they also begin to grow twice in size, and Scarlet was lifting into the air. As Scarlet took complete flight she began to catch up to Sky significantly.
Meanwhile Paul was freaking out that Scarlet hasn't returned by now. As he paced back and forth Ophelia the head maid of Scarlet's mansion simply sighed and grabbed Paul by the color. "Listen Scarlet is fine. If she was in trouble then don't you think we would find out by now?" She said as Paul sighed in grief. "Yes... I suppose you are right... however I do fear for her safety..."
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Tawny blinked, "Interesting badge..." she mumbled, Jeremy had mentioned something about the Purifiers, she didn't know how to operate her shotgun, but if worst came to worst she could always whack someone over the head with it.
"What now then?" she asked.
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Ulla smiles slightly "Im Ulla, Nice to meet you Ash and Noah!" She says with a laugh before dropping down to the ground and begins to hover slightly before floating over to a empty chair and pulls it very slowly from the counter, her ghostly form seems to solidify slightly almost like she because more human like but still looks ghostly. Finally she dragged the chair over to the table, Noting the chair is able to spin (:P) and she sits down before spinning her ghostly/human hair floating/swaying around as she does so "Sooo...." She says quietly before looking around the Cafe "What are you doin~?" she asks tilting her head quietly.
Sky looked back and noticed that Scarlet was catching up. She smiled and said, "Well, this would be fun after all." She then jumped into the air and changed into a cheetah, starting to run quickly over the roofs.
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Karl who was walking through the woods stopped and turned to the man who was talking to him. Karl had a rather blank stare on his face.
"Now what could you possibly want old man?" Said Karl quite harshly.
((@app acception: i'm glad you liked Kyvriel and what would weaken Zanna... probably if someone had a Good/Evil aligned weapon, it would hurt her more depending on which she is at the moment...? or, for when she's Evil, Silver. and when Good, Obsidian perhaps? i'm honestly not sure. perhaps both. anyway!))
((red italics are how Evil Zanna thinks; blue italics are how Good Zanna thinks. Black bold italics are Kyvriel. Purple is balanced Zanna.))
((yay colors!))
~Zanna~
she smiled a little, walking down one of the streets in Mist Creek. this is a lovely little place. it would be more lovely with blood painting those buildings. she shook her head, frowning. are you sure, Zanna? you don't want to take your anger out on the soft humans here with me? she shook her head again, her frown deepening. "Kyvriel, i'm not going to.... not yet, anyway..." her hand rested on Kyvriel's hilt, and she looked about, folding her wings against her back.((forgot to mention these; they're in the picture. kinda steampunky. and she has spiky skin- kind of like a dragon. practically exactly like the picture.)) she saw a coffee shop, and something made her stop. A coffee shop! that's nice... the last village didn't have one... i could use some coffee... burn it all. boil the coffee. force it down the managers throat it probably tastes bad anyway. we know we want to. no we don't... we don't want to cause trouble... don't want to cause trouble... she walked into the coffee shop with a little smile on her face.
Karl who was walking through the woods stopped and turned to the man who was talking to him. Karl had a rather blank stare on his face.
"Now what could you possibly want old man?" Said Karl quite harshly.
Xalox smiled politely, "Now now, I'm not that old... no need to be so crude" he chuckled, adjusting his wine coloured tie, looking the man dead in the eyes "And what I want is to speak with you... you took a rather large hole to the chest, yet you don't bleed, or show any signs of pain" He then stopped and lightheartedly chuckled, "Oh but where are my manners? My name is Xalox" He extended a hand to shake.
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Without anyone saying anything, the two men closest to the back ((I think I said there's four of 'em total, but let's just say there's six)) of the van pointed their AK-47's ((Signature bad guy guns )) towards the dragons that were chasing them, letting out a hail of bullets that pierced through the back window en route to their targets, some going astray and bouncing off the sides of buildings. The driver started swerving left and right some to avoid the dragons' attacks, the other three holding on for dear life.
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"We should probably get out of here, perhaps find help," replied Jeremy, "Though, I don't believe we should just leave this body here..."
"Um, we-" Noah stopped and looked past the ghost. "Dear god I'm losing my mind." He was pretty sure that an angel had just walked into the shop. Literally. He noticed he was doing his thing where he couldn't stop staring.
Xalox smiled politely, "Now now, I'm not that old... no need to be so crude" he chuckled, adjusting his wine coloured tie, looking the man dead in the eyes "And what I want is to speak with you... you took a rather large hole to the chest, yet you don't bleed, or show any signs of pain" He then stopped and lightheartedly chuckled, "Oh but where are my manners? My name is Xalox" He extended a hand to shake.
"That's because I'm a statue. I mean it is obvious isn't it? Also the name's Karl." Said Karl as he simply looked down at Xalox's hand. However he does not shake it. Instead Karl shoots a glare at Xalox. "You are needing something of me... I can tell. Now what is it that you want?"
((dark. murderous. but yes winged and looking not unlike an angel. :P))
~Zanna~
she shifted a little uncomfortably, seeing a guy staring at her, also noticing the ghost. she was used to seeing them. she had a tendency to see odd things. you should kill him. he shouldn't be straing at us. we are beautiful, but that doesn't mean he should be STARING at us. you are an odd sight though, you must admit. you probably look like an angel... although the dark, avenging kind, not the Good, healing, pure and white-clad one so popularized in this society. but i AM a Good, healing, ang- person! not really. Remember what happened at the last village? mm... that carnage was beautiful. We are such a beautiful destroyer. no we... well.. GAH! Kyvriel and the darker voice chuckled together in the back of her mind as she shook her head , walking farther into the shop and letting hte door swing shut behind her. more than a little uncertain, she walked up to the guy who was staring at her. "hello. and, erm, could you maybe not stare at me?" she blushed a little, earning a snort of derision from the other voice. idiot. why are you even- what are you- never mind. it's time to destroy, now.
"Oh!" Noah exclaimed, maybe slightly too loud. "I-Of course, I'm-I'm sorry." He hoped he wasn't blushing, his friends used to tease him that he blushed too much. He looked at the table. What was I THINKING?! He yelled at himself mentally.
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((also, i'll need to eat dinner after this post- shouldn't take me too long though.))
~Zanna~
"it's.. it's ok..."she said quietly, her hands moving upward to hold her head. it's not like it actually made a difference, but it felt like it helped. or maybe that was just part of her insanity. kill him! we want to! we want this so badly! Zanna, you can't tell me you don't want to. use me. Kyvriel's voice in her head sounded hungry, longing for blood to run along it's edge. beautiful, dark red blood... no! we can't! it would be wrong! no-one here did wrong! she didn't realize she was gritting her teeth until she felt the ache in her jaw. she probably did that too much. she shut her eyes tight, taking a step back and tripping over a chair leg, sprawling on hte floor. "ow!" she complained, sitting up. Kyvriel seemed almsot.. disappointed. "good luck with this andeavor, Zanna... you will wish you took my adivce... and your own, of course.she felt him withdraw, at least a bit; and the voice in the back of her head had quieted to it's normal whisper. a pity... we wanted to see more blood... we wanted to feel the strike of Kyvriel against soft flesh. why do we resist?
Noah was having the strangest day. He had met a strange but sociable dark elf, then a quiet, shy ghost, and now he was meeting a psychotic angel who looked slightly evil. "Are you okay?" He asked her as he sprang up from his seat and held out a hand. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that everyone was watching them. Awkward.
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Blinking her chair wobbles before falling over as Noah kicks it slightly, enough to make it fall over and she quickly hovers into the air and blinks looking at Noah and then to Zanna quietly before giggling quietly but it is cut short as she scans Zanna sensing a darkness in her which causes Ulla to flinch and float up to the ceiling staring at Zanna with beady eyes "I sense you're involved with evil..." she says quietly to Zanna.
Personality: Henir is an odd fellow. He is quiet and reserved and always talks in the same monotone voice. Though he may seem emotionless he does have some emotion, but he hides it with his monotone voice.Henir is a mysterious fellow with an odd almost unearthly aura. Though he is not creepy in the traditional sense of the word, his monotone voice does come off as a bit disturbing. He also runs Henir's Shop which contains antiques, and artifacts from all over the world.
Bio: Most if not all of Henir's backstory is unknown. Henir is a mysterious fellow with an odd almost unearthly aura. Though he is not creepy in the traditional sense of the word, his monotone voice does come off as a bit disturbing. He also runs Henir's Shop which contains antiques, and artifacts from all over the world.
All that is currently known about Henir isthat he is quite intellectual and is not in any faction. He is not working with the United Supernatural's, nor Sky's Army. All he wants is to run his shop.
Age: Unknown. Presumably in his early 20, though due to his mysterious past he could easily be over 100 years old.
House: He lives in his shop which has a small bedroom and kitchen in the back. His shop is also much larger on the inside than the out, having roughly triple the space.
Street: His shop is located on a dirt road that leads into town. Though like Scarlet's house you have to do a bit of trekking through the forest in order to actually get to it.
Supernatural Being: Unknown, but judging by his abilities he must be a being with the ability to manipulate space.
Supernatural Abilities: He has the ability to manipulate space. Currently the only known feats of his powers is the ability to manipulate the space inside of an object or building. Like his shop for example. On the outside it is relatively small, but on the inside it is quite large and spacious.
Other: He is not going to be a character that will take part in battles or anything like that. He only serves to run his shop, as well as just be an ordinary citizen. Anyways Supernatural.
the ghost just floated up and spoke with her. not a figment of her imagination, then...? "you have no idea." she told the ghost, taking Noah's hand and standing up. she looked at him, and she frowned a little, biting her lip. "thanks... my name's Zanna, by the way." she looked away, setting the chair she'd stumbled over back upright. we want to kill him. we definitely do. see those stares? we should kill them too. "no... no, we don't..." she whispered aloud, closing her eyes and shaking her head. her wings fluttered a little, untucking from her back and tucking back in. wings of hard feather-shaped.. she wasn't sure, exactly. why don't you take your own advice, Zanna?
(Moms making me go shopping, pretend I'm not there :/ )
Meanwhile Paul was freaking out that Scarlet hasn't returned by now. As he paced back and forth Ophelia the head maid of Scarlet's mansion simply sighed and grabbed Paul by the color. "Listen Scarlet is fine. If she was in trouble then don't you think we would find out by now?" She said as Paul sighed in grief. "Yes... I suppose you are right... however I do fear for her safety..."
"What now then?" she asked.
Ulla smiles slightly "Im Ulla, Nice to meet you Ash and Noah!" She says with a laugh before dropping down to the ground and begins to hover slightly before floating over to a empty chair and pulls it very slowly from the counter, her ghostly form seems to solidify slightly almost like she because more human like but still looks ghostly. Finally she dragged the chair over to the table, Noting the chair is able to spin (:P) and she sits down before spinning her ghostly/human hair floating/swaying around as she does so "Sooo...." She says quietly before looking around the Cafe "What are you doin~?" she asks tilting her head quietly.
(its fine I can wait)
True, but they should at least go more in detail on the appearance (If they don't add a picture) and the personality.
And no, you're a terrific mod :3
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"Now what could you possibly want old man?" Said Karl quite harshly.
((red italics are how Evil Zanna thinks; blue italics are how Good Zanna thinks. Black bold italics are Kyvriel. Purple is balanced Zanna.))
((yay colors!))
~Zanna~
she smiled a little, walking down one of the streets in Mist Creek. this is a lovely little place. it would be more lovely with blood painting those buildings. she shook her head, frowning. are you sure, Zanna? you don't want to take your anger out on the soft humans here with me? she shook her head again, her frown deepening. "Kyvriel, i'm not going to.... not yet, anyway..." her hand rested on Kyvriel's hilt, and she looked about, folding her wings against her back.((forgot to mention these; they're in the picture. kinda steampunky. and she has spiky skin- kind of like a dragon. practically exactly like the picture.)) she saw a coffee shop, and something made her stop. A coffee shop! that's nice... the last village didn't have one... i could use some coffee... burn it all. boil the coffee. force it down the managers throat it probably tastes bad anyway. we know we want to. no we don't... we don't want to cause trouble... don't want to cause trouble... she walked into the coffee shop with a little smile on her face.
Feed my dragons please
Xalox smiled politely, "Now now, I'm not that old... no need to be so crude" he chuckled, adjusting his wine coloured tie, looking the man dead in the eyes "And what I want is to speak with you... you took a rather large hole to the chest, yet you don't bleed, or show any signs of pain" He then stopped and lightheartedly chuckled, "Oh but where are my manners? My name is Xalox" He extended a hand to shake.
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"We should probably get out of here, perhaps find help," replied Jeremy, "Though, I don't believe we should just leave this body here..."
I usually have a neutral/undecided standpoint on things. And yes, I am part Swiss.
"Um, we-" Noah stopped and looked past the ghost. "Dear god I'm losing my mind." He was pretty sure that an angel had just walked into the shop. Literally. He noticed he was doing his thing where he couldn't stop staring.
"That's because I'm a statue. I mean it is obvious isn't it? Also the name's Karl." Said Karl as he simply looked down at Xalox's hand. However he does not shake it. Instead Karl shoots a glare at Xalox. "You are needing something of me... I can tell. Now what is it that you want?"
((dark. murderous. but yes winged and looking not unlike an angel. :P))
~Zanna~
she shifted a little uncomfortably, seeing a guy staring at her, also noticing the ghost. she was used to seeing them. she had a tendency to see odd things. you should kill him. he shouldn't be straing at us. we are beautiful, but that doesn't mean he should be STARING at us. you are an odd sight though, you must admit. you probably look like an angel... although the dark, avenging kind, not the Good, healing, pure and white-clad one so popularized in this society. but i AM a Good, healing, ang- person! not really. Remember what happened at the last village? mm... that carnage was beautiful. We are such a beautiful destroyer. no we... well.. GAH! Kyvriel and the darker voice chuckled together in the back of her mind as she shook her head , walking farther into the shop and letting hte door swing shut behind her. more than a little uncertain, she walked up to the guy who was staring at her. "hello. and, erm, could you maybe not stare at me?" she blushed a little, earning a snort of derision from the other voice. idiot. why are you even- what are you- never mind. it's time to destroy, now.
Feed my dragons please
((also, i'll need to eat dinner after this post- shouldn't take me too long though.))
~Zanna~
"it's.. it's ok..." she said quietly, her hands moving upward to hold her head. it's not like it actually made a difference, but it felt like it helped. or maybe that was just part of her insanity. kill him! we want to! we want this so badly! Zanna, you can't tell me you don't want to. use me. Kyvriel's voice in her head sounded hungry, longing for blood to run along it's edge. beautiful, dark red blood... no! we can't! it would be wrong! no-one here did wrong! she didn't realize she was gritting her teeth until she felt the ache in her jaw. she probably did that too much. she shut her eyes tight, taking a step back and tripping over a chair leg, sprawling on hte floor. "ow!" she complained, sitting up. Kyvriel seemed almsot.. disappointed. "good luck with this andeavor, Zanna... you will wish you took my adivce... and your own, of course.she felt him withdraw, at least a bit; and the voice in the back of her head had quieted to it's normal whisper. a pity... we wanted to see more blood... we wanted to feel the strike of Kyvriel against soft flesh. why do we resist?
Feed my dragons please
Blinking her chair wobbles before falling over as Noah kicks it slightly, enough to make it fall over and she quickly hovers into the air and blinks looking at Noah and then to Zanna quietly before giggling quietly but it is cut short as she scans Zanna sensing a darkness in her which causes Ulla to flinch and float up to the ceiling staring at Zanna with beady eyes "I sense you're involved with evil..." she says quietly to Zanna.
Name: Henir
Appearance: He stands at 5ft 9
Personality: Henir is an odd fellow. He is quiet and reserved and always talks in the same monotone voice. Though he may seem emotionless he does have some emotion, but he hides it with his monotone voice. Henir is a mysterious fellow with an odd almost unearthly aura. Though he is not creepy in the traditional sense of the word, his monotone voice does come off as a bit disturbing. He also runs Henir's Shop which contains antiques, and artifacts from all over the world.
Bio: Most if not all of Henir's backstory is unknown. Henir is a mysterious fellow with an odd almost unearthly aura. Though he is not creepy in the traditional sense of the word, his monotone voice does come off as a bit disturbing. He also runs Henir's Shop which contains antiques, and artifacts from all over the world.
All that is currently known about Henir is that he is quite intellectual and is not in any faction. He is not working with the United Supernatural's, nor Sky's Army. All he wants is to run his shop.
Age: Unknown. Presumably in his early 20, though due to his mysterious past he could easily be over 100 years old.
House: He lives in his shop which has a small bedroom and kitchen in the back. His shop is also much larger on the inside than the out, having roughly triple the space.
Street: His shop is located on a dirt road that leads into town. Though like Scarlet's house you have to do a bit of trekking through the forest in order to actually get to it.
Supernatural Being: Unknown, but judging by his abilities he must be a being with the ability to manipulate space.
Supernatural Abilities: He has the ability to manipulate space. Currently the only known feats of his powers is the ability to manipulate the space inside of an object or building. Like his shop for example. On the outside it is relatively small, but on the inside it is quite large and spacious.
Other: He is not going to be a character that will take part in battles or anything like that. He only serves to run his shop, as well as just be an ordinary citizen. Anyways Supernatural.
the ghost just floated up and spoke with her. not a figment of her imagination, then...? "you have no idea." she told the ghost, taking Noah's hand and standing up. she looked at him, and she frowned a little, biting her lip. "thanks... my name's Zanna, by the way." she looked away, setting the chair she'd stumbled over back upright. we want to kill him. we definitely do. see those stares? we should kill them too. "no... no, we don't..." she whispered aloud, closing her eyes and shaking her head. her wings fluttered a little, untucking from her back and tucking back in. wings of hard feather-shaped.. she wasn't sure, exactly. why don't you take your own advice, Zanna?
Feed my dragons please