Luce lifted her head slightly when Scott first spoke. She watched him remove her shirt but she couldn't find the familiar lust that she saw in every other man's eyes when they looked at her. "What are you..." she started but flinched as he set his jacket on her exposed skin. That certainly wasn't what a normal man would've done. Reaching over her shoulder, she took hold of a corner of his jacket and buried her face in the collar. A younger version of Luce, deep within her, started to cry. Luce, herself, pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Holding the jacket closed, she slipped one arm through the sleeve and alternated hands until she was properly wearing his jacket. Zipping it up, Luce cast a glance at Scott's face timidly. "I'm sorry... I did it again. Lenny's going to have my head...if not about this then about the other thing. I...shouldn't have behaved like that." Still...the human's words bothered her, "I don't think I should go home... I don't know...if I can control my abilities like this. How can I do it? It's like I don't know my own limits anymore." She sat up and reached up for Scott. Luce clung to Scott's side and shivered, "I said I'd become a demon myself to kill Azazel....if this is what that means..." she touched her forehead to his leg, "I don't think you should be around me anymore. I don't know my own strength...the limits of my sanity. I'd hate myself if I hurt you." Half of her figured him leaving her alone until she could kill Azazel was the best idea she'd had all year...the other half wanted to crawl into his skin and stay there, captivated by the warmth he emitted. Wrapping her fingers into his clothes Luce kept her face down towards the ground, "Scott..."
Being dragged out of the house, past Alexis, Luce dully recognized her sister and she would've praised her even a little, despite their mutual dislike for one another, but Luce's mind shoved away the recognition of Alexis and placed Scott's presence front and center. Her feet dragged on the ground as she stumbled along with Scott. Since he'd moved her instead of being complacent and letting her pull on him, Luce frowned. "Where...." it was the only word she got out before the constant pressure on the burns on her back strangled her sentence and changed all the words into frighteningly erotic whimpers. Luce's shoes scuffed on the grass outside and she shoved at Scott. Her strength was much more than it used to be now...a push that should've just set him away from her, sent her unsteady body tumbling to the ground and flat on her back. Searing pain skidded along her nerves. Luce would do anything to escape the constant pain now. Anything. Rolling onto her stomach, Luce didn't bother sitting up. Instead she reached behind her and pulled up her shirt. Biting down on her lip, she managed to bunch her shirt up underneath her arms. Unfortunately for her, Gaara had removed her bra in order to burn her successfully...and she'd passed out when he was done so the location of that garment was a mystery to her. Folding her hands on the back of her head as she lie face first in the grass, Luce's mind kept replaying the human's words. Promise... Her first, unwilling, promise had been exactly that. "Promise me, beautiful....I'll be the first to make you bleed." Such a promise could never be made, kept or broken. But she had. Luce's old scars barely lined her back. A few marking the beginning or ends of the lines that crossed over her stomach could be seen on her back, but they were mostly tiny white half moons from unclean men who didn't clip their fingernails. "I promise......" Habit...that's what she chalked it up to. A bad habit. Promising those kinds of things. A rule she'd set, and convinced herself it was one of Lenny's rules for all the Acolytes, was never to promise sex to anyone ever again. Luce breathed easier now that her shirt wasn't sticking to her burns. Arrow shaped red marks seeping fluids surrounded her tattoo on her upper back. The reverse Devil's Trap they all had tattooed onto their skin somewhere. She held her head to the ground, unwilling to move. Life had gone far enough with playing with her for the day.
Kabukicho District: Outside Glitter~ Exiting the car, Vert, Noire, Shizuo and Gust stared at the black building before them. The neon purple lights on the outside did have a certain allure to it... Shizuo frowned, "Glitter, huh? That's where you want to go?" "Something wrong, Shizu-chan?" He didn't respond to Gust but continued to frown. Before Pururut could enter the club, a blond haired man with an exceptional build to him, stepped in front of the door, "Hold up... Do you have a membership card?" Light blue eyes pierced into Pururut, "Most of you don't even look of age," he peered behind her to Gust. Trip sighed, "Listen...we don't allow minors in here. Come back when you're older." Noire set her hands on her hips, "Well that sucks. Who the heck are you anyway?" Trip rubbed the back of his head, "My name is Trip. Now scram." Shizuo growled. He would've sent the man flying already if Vert didn't have a death grip on his arm. Vert rummaged through her pockets, but her wallet was empty and she'd never heard of Glitter before. A man looking very much like Trip walked down the street back towards them. Adjusting his black rimmed glasses, he smiled at the group of girls and Shizuo. "Shizuo...you should've called before dropping by. Oh that's right...you don't remember me, do you?" Shizuo gave him a violent glare and the man smirked, "Sorry...I'm not afraid of that glare anymore. Hm? No membership card? We could cut them a break... You can purchase a membership card. This offer is only for today though. You won't find one of these anywhere else. No salesman carries them. So what do you say, ladies? Care to join on the fun?" Shizuo shook off Vert and turned his back on the pair of identical men, picking up Gust, "I'm out. This is beyond stupid. Yeah, yeah...as per our agreement...Gust comes with me." Noire frowned, "Trip and..." "Virus. Welcome to Glitter." "Right...we don't have any money though..." Virus casually opened the door a crack to let pulsing music and lights peek out, "It's not a problem. You can pay in installments." He pulled out a gold card with a large black butterfly on each side. It didn't have any words on it, but it seemed to qualify as a membership card. "Keep it close when you come by." Residential District: The phone rang and a girl with short blonde hair wearing purple and black snatched it up after glancing at the caller I.D. "The hell do you want, I'm busy." Worst greeting ever...but the girl said it with a smile before she turned her head and shrieked, "NOT OVER THERE, IDIOT! Man you're stupid." Before returning her attention to the phone. Spoiler
Luce was jerked around to face Scott, her powers dropping everything as he broke her focus. She could see his lips moving...telling her something, but all she heard was the blood rushing in her ears. Her eyes slowly followed down his arm to where he held the knife, blood dripping from his fingers. Was he hurt....because of her? The world was fading rapidly as anger subsided and realization dawned on her what she'd done. Scott was hurt...Scott was bleeding.... Her lips parted slightly and a weak, breathless sound came from her that sounded like a quiet 'huh' with more exhale. She blinked slowly, her fingers slowly releasing the knife she held. Scott moved, he didn't seem to care he was hurt. He patted her back and she hissed in pain. Pushing on her back to turn her fully away from the stupid human, Luce made a noise that was half whimper and half needy moan, "Hah...nmm..." The sound surprised her. Had she always liked pain? Certainly it was something new. Her back stung fiercely as the fabric of her t-shirt clung to her burns. Her sanity was cracking...slowly, bit by bit, and her body operated on instinct. Her only thought...or only one that she could make sense of...was to remove the pain she was feeling. Luce reached for the hem of her shirt, her full intention to remove it when the human knocked one of her legs out from under her. She stumbled a bit, instinct or reflex, which ever, moving her to press and lean against Scott fully. Clinging to wherever she could find purchase on Scott, Luce's body took offense to being pressed against another male and despite the fleeting thought that Scott meant something to her, she bit hard into his shoulder. A murmur around her, faintly let her know the human was making more demands again. Ignoring that, she felt more like the world had turned black and white... She was going to regret this moment tomorrow....that much she knew. She'd sworn to herself she wouldn't touch Scott again. She'd sworn to Lenny she would follow his rules from day one. She'd sworn off men for the rest of her life. It was hilarious that she'd broken all the promises she'd made in just twenty-four hours. Lenny would kill her the second she stepped into the Roadhouse...no one wanted an uncontrollable demon spawn living under their roof...so why not enjoy her last moments alive and break her last remaining promise. Pressing closer to Scott, she forgot about Adam's presence, forgot about the human moron who didn't even know they were Lenny's children. Grabbing hold of his shirt with both hands, she pulled on it. He'd have to lean down or rip his own shirt.
Luce didn't appreciate the consistent pampering from Scott. Calling her damsel again and asking to carry her combined with outright grabbing her arm... Luce's icy blue eyes narrowed, "Don't touch me," she snarled and tore her arm from his grip, a much easier feat with dozens of quarts of pure demon blood coursing through her veins. "I don't need anyone to carry me." She didn't know if Scott or Adam would realize the wound was already stitching itself closed. She needed to keep her newly powered up blood in her body...but she also didn't want to hurt her brothers with powers she couldn't control very well. Reigning in her anger, she managed to shove down a tingling feeling she used to recognize as major build-up for her powers. Her eyes landed on Adam, visibly shaking and sweating. "Very elegant, Adam...but you'll never catch me standing on a balcony calling down to this idiot. Hey...Adam... Are you alri-" her words ended before they finished leaving her lips as a Scott brought up their conversation before they'd left. The boy.... She remembered telling him about the boy. "I...th-that's...I'm thankful you're not all muscle up there, Scott...but I would've been fine if you all had come or not." Denial was her best bet at preserving her pride. "You ask too much. I was kidnapped...I'm going to forget this ever happened, drink more than my share of whiskey and pass out like I always do." Her light-hearted idea of what she was going to do once she was home faded instantly when she saw and heard the strange man come up behind Adam with a gun pointed to her brother's head. She didn't register his words or Scott's. Tightening her hands into fists, her blood ran far too hot in her body. His words just kept coming...some standing out more than the rest. "That suppose to scare me Bitchface? I've faced things a whole lot meaner things than you." "Now I'm gonna ask some questions and I suggest you answer them, I'd hate to get my boots messy.""Now then, you 'fine upstanding citizens' of course some of you are finer then others.""I'm looking for a couple of people, about yay high and around the same age as me. They'd be well armed, and inexperienced." "Oh and don't skip the details, Lenny's gonna kill me if I don't bring them back." A malicious smile spread across her lips, "You've faced things meaner than us..." She laughed, light, but filled with a dark, seething hate which only grew as he winked at her. Ignoring the fact that he'd called her and her brothers inexperienced, Luce felt a familiar cold stone in her heart twist her stomach. "I think that's enough of that..." She flung out her left hand towards the wall and uncontrolled telekinesis threw the man against the wall, holding him there with a crushing weight. Naturally, when thrown against a solid surface, the gun fell from his hands and Luce strolled past her brothers, anger and disgust rolling off her in waves. She stood in front of him, her power continuing to hold him to the wall and picked up his gun. Checking the bullets, she shrugged, "You came armed with only iron bullets? You come in here and insult my brothers, threaten them and openly flirt with me?" Touching the gun to his head, she let it go and it hovered there, prepped and ready to unload the full clip into his skull. Luce shoved her leg between his, "You like flirting with girls you don't know? You like easy women? Hm?" Her control wavered beyond what she could manage and her range extended beyond the man she held prisoner and the broken down door lifted and started twirling in place, objects scattered through the house lifted inches off their surfaces they rested on. Her smile widened to a sadistic grin and she held her hand out and the chef's knife used on her by the little demon flew into her hand, "Everyone's your girl, huh? You like a bit of pain when you screw a woman. I know the feeling...it's nice to listen to them scream. Inexperience is nice...they scream ever so much louder, don't they." Gone beyond her normal insane, Luce began to laugh in small chuckles as she lifted the chef knife, pointing the tip at the man's throat. "F*CK YOU!" "LUCEILLE!" Luce's body froze, the tip of the blade centimeters from the man's throat. Every nerve in her body twitched and her blue eyes were wide, her pupils dilated as she panted hot breaths onto the man's face. Unstable, Luce's power snapped and broke the door into pieces, shattered the remaining windows that weren't already broken and sent the random objects it had caught flying into the ceiling. What it would do to the man...she couldn't even imagine how gruesome.
Pururut's Car: Vert pushed Shizuo into the car, against his will, and stuffed in after him with Noire cramming beside her and opening her arms for her twin. "This is fun, right Shizuo?" He'd shut his eyes and suppressed a growl in his throat. Hurting women wasn't his thing, especially when they weren't intending to harm him. Hopping in shotgun, Gust wiggled her feet. Since they didn't even come close to touching the ground, Gust giggled as she peered back at the smushed group of girls around Shizuo. "Very nice, Shizu-chan. I could sell you a nice body pillow that looks just like Vert if you want. Only ten thousand yen." Shizuo sighed, meeting her eyes, a light pink blush spread across his cheeks, "We'll talk about that later, Gust. Where are we going?" Noire prodded Pururut's seat with her foot, "Hopefully someplace fun." Tokyo~ Midnight Assault: Gliding through the night, three figures cloaked in black wearing masks landed in the middle of an empty street lit by lamp posts. "Is everyone here?" "Three of us...we couldn't get more to come?" "No...any more and we'd be suspicious. This isn't the village anymore. Big cities like these require a measure of stealth that we're not used to. Just keep to the shadows. Right...huh? Where'd he go?" "Over here..." Turning the two found their third member glued to a wall in the darkness, only the faint outline of his pure white mask, which oddly had thin eyebrows and whiskers drawn on it, could be seen. "Uh...like that. Okay?" Even through the masks, a little emotion shown through. The apparent leader of the group wore a mask with red markings around the eyes, on the forehead and nose. "We even had to change our masks...this would be confusing for anyone else." Nodding, the one standing closest to their leader wore a plain white mask with a green triangle over the left eye pulled on the long sleeves of his cloak, "I'm not used to Root's uniforms. Wearing this is going to slow us down." The pair looked at each other and hung their heads, "Senpai...what was the point of this?" "We can't let him get a look at our faces. It would endanger the school. Alright...we'll keep numbers and try to stay out of the light for too long." Nodding the other two lifted two fingers up in front of their faces. "Scatter!" Vanishing, the three hurried along through the brightly lit Tokyo streets. They moved fast enough that they appeared as only black blurs.
Location: Floor 55 Grandum Standing before Grandum, PoH had drawn a huge butcher knife. His Mate Chopper, glinted in the sunlight off the blade as he grinned at the nervous Knights of the Blood Oath members standing out in front of their fortress. Lifting his hand, fingers poised, he spoke, "It's show time." Snapping his fingers, dozens of members of Laughing Coffin dropped or slithered out of the darkness to stand beside him. "This is war, boys. Take no prisoners." Red players cheered and drew weapons and Knights of the Blood tensed, unsure of anything that was happening. Even Masamune stood beside him. "Just go." "Slaughter is our name, war is our game." Smiling, PoH and the rest of Laughing Coffin charged on the members of the Knights of the Blood Oath.
Cute, he's tiny... Accepted. What's up with people and dragons?
PoH stood, he wasted no time in his actions. Opening a window, he sent out a message to other members in his guild. Closing the window, he glanced over his shoulder at them, "Well then...I'll be taking my leave." His eyes rested on Inferna for a second, but he chose not to show any emotion. "I don't need you two just yet. I'll call you when it's time. Oh...Masamune...do keep this to yourself. I know you have a habit of talking to that little tailor girl of yours. I'd rather she not warn the head-hunter out after you. On that matter..." He turned and pulled back his fist, throwing it forwards as if to hit Masamune in the face. Stopping short just inches from Masamune's nose, he held up a playing card. It was specifically made with Laughing Coffin's mark on it instead of normal numbers, "Since I know you so well...and since I just told you...give this to him. I wouldn't recommend killing him just yet. A gift...from the dear leader of Laughing Coffin for your head-hunter." "Why would I want to give him a gift? This looks like..." "Ah...details, details. Do as I say, boy, and that kid will leave you alone. I wouldn't want some murderous head-hunter hanging around a girl I fancy...so we'll issue a warning." Confused, Masamune took the card. "Alright...but why do you even care?" "No one said I cared." PoH grinned from ear to ear under his hood. He would enjoy this game.... Pulling a teleportation crystal from his pockets, "I'll call you when you're needed. In the mean-time, if you need me, Alpha, I'll be at my headquarters. Please don't visit." Disappearing, he returned to Laughing Coffin to await those he'd messaged. Masamune frowned at the card. It was a typical greeting card they gave to those who would actually use their position as PKers. Players who didn't want to kill using their own hands but still wanted someone dead all the same. Give it...to a head-hunter after me? And this guy is around Mya... He didn't like the thoughts drifting around and liked Alpha's relationship with PoH even less. They got along far too well. Getting along with someone as messed up as PoH only meant trouble. "Understood, sir..." he mumbled after PoH had left. Making the card vanish into his inventory, he looked up at Inferna, "I thought you wanted to kill him...why so buddy buddy with your ex?"
Masamune frowned at the X on him. But he wasn't given much time to formulate a snappy response to Alpha's words when he started to address PoH. "You state the obvious but do continue... I hope you have a plan that comes with these orders. Laughing Coffin isn't much good for declaring outright war." He grinned under his hood, "Slaughter is our name but playing in the shadows is our game. If it's war you want...maybe we should just hit those nasty law-enforcing Knights of Blood and their beloved city. I'll need a few days to retrieve those of my men that aren't complete morons....but..." he drew in a breath, "What is the purpose of making them beg the creator of this game for their freedom? They've done that before...you really think he'll show his face again and say, 'here's your ticket out'?"
Ash started to laugh at the bewildered expressions on the cops' faces. Spitting a glob of blood onto the floor, Ash's blue eyes fogged over. "Okay...okay...no more playing...gimme the milk...c'mon..." John cast him a hateful glare and stood far too close to Ross, "Hand him over? This man murdered a man yesterday, broke into private property and is suspected to be a serial murderer. Plus...LOOK at this psycho b@stard! He's completely lost it, asking for milk, cheese, yogurt... I've knocked this kid around for an hour and not a single bone has broken, not one single scream. He bleeds just fine...there's just something freaky about this....this freak!" Ash whistled, "Ouch...good one, big man." "SHUT UP!" Cracking his fist across Ash's face, the only one coming out of the punch hurt was John. Ash laughed, "Hoooo....thank you sir, may I have another." Restraining his partner, both the cops moved towards the door, "Take him, dear god, take him. There's something wrong with this kid. Here..." he handed over the key to the handcuffs and shoved his partner out of the room. Ash blinked as blood ran into his eyes, "If you're here to punch me too...you're out of luck. I'm tired of being hit...."
Tokyo Street: Sighing, Shizuo pulled out his sunglasses and put them on, "Somebody get me when something sane happens.." Vert latched onto Shizuo's arm, "Oh, c'mon Shizuo...let's go have some fun." He stared at her for a moment when Gust held up several sheets of papers, "As per our agreement, Shizuo-san...I gave you Mr. Orihara's new address here in Tokyo for your services." Taking the documents from Gust, Shizuo exhaled smoke out the side of his mouth and promptly tore the documents to shreds, "Sorry, but I don't do bodyguard." Rustling around in her pockets, Gust pulled out another identical document of their transaction. "You signed it. This is a non-refundable agreement, Shizuo-san." Shizuo clenched his jaw, "You little..." "Shizuo?" "Hey, take it easy buddy." Taking a long drag off his cigarette, Shizuo shrugged inwardly and hung his arm over Vert's shoulders, "Fine..." Vert blushed, "Yay!" Noire rolled her eyes and Gust poked her head into Pururut's car, "How are we all going to fit into this tiny car? I could sell you a bigger one, if you want. Of course, just because we're friends, doesn't mean I can give you a discount. How about the new line of Lexas? Only sixty million yen a month." Noire's jaw dropped, "Too much money! What are we made of bills here? We'll squeeze, okay?"
Minato lifted a blond eyebrow at Masaru's hostility. He simply couldn't understand the deal with these people... Sighing, Minato ran a hand through his hair, "Children...I'll never understand them. Keep in mind my advice.... I'll be back at another hour with more questions. Mya...keep in mind that I'm not giving up on finding him. If I find you've been involved with him and withheld information...I can't be responsible for what happens to you. The Knights of Blood don't request me because I'm easy to get along with." Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Minato walked away from the group and a series of windows opened all around him. His heart gave a familiar tug, I don't understand children...but I understand love. That woman... Anna...help me find him. "I know you adore me, Masamune, but please...try to keep your excitement contained." A familiar figure materialized beside Masamune. Underneath that hood, the same old grin spread across his face. "I hope I didn't keep everyone waiting long." Masamune growled inwardly and felt PoH nudge his side. "I'm not excited about anything, sir. Let's just get this over with...I've got things to do." "Oh? Then by all means...let's do this quickly," he slapped the back of Masamune's head, "Shut the hell up and get moving, boy." Masamune hung his head, he was defiant not stupid.
This....is going to make me cry for days....again.... Love it. The feels....
Despite everything she'd just said, Scott still insisted on touching her. He touched her cheek and she flinched, an age-old reaction. His hands were cold...why? She frowned slightly as he spoke. "Well I'd want a lot more than a hug from you." Blood rushed to her cheeks, spreading a scarlet blush across her face. "The hell...? Scott..." her hands slipped from her hips and fell limp against her legs. What did that even mean and why was she thinking so hard about it? Why did he say it in the first place? "You're a damsel in distress right? So I should be carrying you." Her eyes widened. "What's wrong with you? No...no...don't touch me...don't carry me. I can walk just fine." At least he hadn't noticed all the rips in her clothes yet. With the weird way he was acting, Luce feared he'd freak out like an over-obsessive boyfriend. "I was worried about you. Lousy attitude and all." "Let's just get you home. Don't ever pull that vanishing act again. Ever." Lousy attitude? She scowled at him, "Who the hell has a lousy attitude?" Ignoring his further comments and the expression on his face, Luce growled deep in her throat, "I didn't pull any vanishing act. I was kidnapped by a..." the words froze in her throat, "Um...y-y'know it doesn't really matter. I wasn't in an accident...I totally didn't get myself impaled on a piece of glass..." Luce's body shook, a tremor running down her spine. It was so much more exciting to stand in front of Scott and be around him than a child demon. If she allowed herself to...she could feel a building pressure in her heart that wanted to hug him. But...she shifted her gaze from staring at Scott's face to his arm. Adam would never believe she wasn't possessed... Grabbing his arm she knew he kept his Demon Killing knife on and shoving up his sleeve, she took the blade and held it hesitantly over her arm. "Adam will never believe me if I tell him I'm not possessed...and it's regulation to do this after twenty-four hours of being held captive by a...you know." Setting her jaw, Luce drew the blade across her skin and watched her own scarlet blood spring to the surface. The sight made her mouth water...which disgusted her. She probably reeked of demon...nothing on her smelt like her shampoo or laundry detergent anymore. Everything smelt like dirt, pine trees, and blood, both her own and the little demon's. Out of a new habit, she brought the bleeding cut to her lips and licked over the cut.
Tokyo Streets: Vert, Noire, Gust and Shizuo exited the building feeling no more enlightened to their enemy than they were before. "So...what do we do now? Are those vampires going to come back for Gust?" Gust shrugged, "I guess I'll just have to hang out with you guys until morning." Shizuo pulled out another cigarette from the pack, discarding the one he had before, and lit it up. "I'm guessing she means me too." Noire sighed, "Well...I guess we should head back to your house. You are our sisters...and Histoire is our mom too. Didn't she say she had something to tell us? No? Well I just have that feeling." Vert wrapped her arms around Shizuo's arm, "We should hit the town with Shizuo! Doesn't that sound fun? Much funner than going home. C'mon Noire...sis...we just got here. Tokyo's a lot different than Leanbox and Lastation and Lowee." Afraid of the mischevious glitter in Vert's sapphire eyes, Noire slid her crimson gaze up to Shizuo's face and found his expression just as nervous as hers. "I dunno, Vert..." Batting long lashes at her ebony haired sister, Vert pleaded, "Please...?"
Kabukicho District, Tokyo, Japan: Exiting a noisy nightclub with the purple neon sign flashing above the door, an obviously underage boy with black hair sighed, "No fun..." Bouncing beside him stood a little girl wearing a pink bunny outift. She smiled up at him, "Where to now?" "Eh? Don't you want to go home yet?" The little girl shook her head, "Vince isn't there and Re-l isn't either." Wondering who they were, the boy sighed again and looked around. Spotting another club with the steadily glowing sign of "Glitter" on the top of the building and in several other places, the boy's golden eyes lit up, "How about there? Looks way less trashy than the places we've been to so far." She stared at the name, "Glitter...? Ah! Is everything sparkly inside?" Shrugging, the boy grabbed her hand, "Let's find out." Spoiler The boy and little girl marched directly for the club, feeling the pulse of loud, intense music beating through the walls directly into their bodies. The music held a strange beat to it that with each boom of the bass, the pair felt even more drawn to it. At least...the boy did. Spoiler "What...is this place?" "Crow...I don't wanna go in there anymore." Ignoring the little girls' tugging on his arm, Crow shivered. Drawing attention from several people hanging outside, the girl nervously looked at them, "Crow..." "What's this...? Looks like a lost little lamb. Hey, Greed...look at this!" A black haired man wearing what the young girl could only describe as women's clothing of a pair of shorts with a skirt over them and a skin tight tank top, waved to a man leaning against the wall of an alley. Spoiler "I don't have time to deal with your flippant interests... Hm?" Apparently the young girl and Crow was apart of his interests as well. Pushing off the wall, Greed, as the other one called him, came to stand in front of Crow, blocking the club from his view, "You lost, or somethin'?" Crow lifted bright green eyes to Greed's cold grey eyes and flicked his gaze over to the other man, noting his wild green hair. "Heh...lost? No way. We came here to have some fun for once. Now get lost, geezer." Greed exchanged surprised looks with his companion and grinned, "Kid's got guts." "Technically..." Crow started but was cut off when the green haired man snatched the young girl from his grip. "Pino!" Greed nudged his partner who was dangling the little girl hap-hazardly by her arm, "Take it easy..." "Why should I?! I haven't had this much fun in years." "Envy..." Greed growled earning himself a carefree smile from Envy. "Put me down! Down! DOWN!" Pino screamed. "Is there a problem here?" Both Envy and Greed froze, their faces twisting into looks of disgust before turning slightly, their gazes settling on a pair of pale faces with spiked blond hair and sharp blue eyes staring at them. "I'm sure we can work something out here that doesn't involve beating up small children." Spoiler Spoiler "Put the girl down, Envy." Envy glared at the pair, "I'm not even going to try to reason with idiots like you. Thinking you can come here and run us ragged like we're your playthings," he spat, openly displaying his disgust. The blond with glasses shifted his weight from one foot to another and sighed, "I really wanted to work things out like civilized beings... You're leaving me very little choice here, Envy." he motioned to his brother, a much more well built man than himself, "See...when we said Morphine was taking over the yakuza of this city...we meant all of them. This includes you." The other half of the one speaking, cracked his knuckles and glared hard at Envy and Greed. Envy dropped the little girl, his interest in her evaporating, "We're Homunculi...do you really think you can kill us?" The blond with glasses nodded, sniffing as he visibly noted Envy's words, "True...we can't kill you, but you feel pain, yes?" Envy frowned, "What does that have to do with anything?" "Trip..." Trip promptly punched Envy in the face, splitting his lip and cracking several bones in Envy's face. Envy fell to the ground, curling into a ball as his face reconstructed itself. Stepping on Envy's arm, Trip stepped on the other and they held him down. Pulling out a gun, the brother smiled sweetly, "My name is Virus...not 'you'. Please try to remember it next time. Unless you want a bullet in your precious Philosopher's Stone." Greed frowned at the sight of his unfortunate brother being manhandled, "Don't you think you're being a bit unecessary?" He immediately regretted opening his mouth as Virus and Trip's twin blue gaze flicked up to him. "Just leave." Nodding, Greed pointed down at Envy, "I'm going to need that." Removing their feet, Virus and Trip watched Envy be hauled up by Greed and dragged away spitting curses and threats as they left. Crow and Pino stared up at Virus and Trip, "You guys are...yakuza." Virus knelt to their level and smiled gently, "You should know that by now. Now scurry along before someone else tries to nab you up for breakfast. It might even be us." Eyes wide, Crow grabbed Pino's tiny hand and fled down the street lit up by all the neon signs.
Reserving: Noiz (DRAMAtical Murder) Clear (DRAMAtical Murder) Virus and Trip (DRAMAtical Murder)
Bushy has the Abridged Kakashi Bowie. As there is no mention of needing permission from anyone about having a different version of a character as seen in the rules on the first page: Rules 1: Please keep the Rating PG-13 2: Yaoi and Yuri are permitted 3 [REVISED]: With the sole exceptions of Meowth, Anime Movie Pokemon, PMD Canon Pokemon, or Pokemon in general that have been proven to be able to speak, no other pokemon will be allowed to speak english. [Original by Hero of Time, Revised by Nutheadbros] 3.1: [Moru Region Pokemon] Unless specified otherwise only HeartlessOfLight, The Hero of Time, and DarkTraitor are permitted to use Moru-Region Pokémon. This is due to the Moru region being their original creation. 4: No killing other characters unless you are given permission by the RPer 5: OCs are allowed 6: Non-Nintendo Characters will have to be apprroved 7: No Godmodding/Power Playing 8: The 64 Special Techniques will be revealed as the story goes. 9: please put the words "Leave luck to Heaven: Nintendo High" if you understand the rules. 10: No Random Series Spoilers, please Form Sheets I do not need Bushy's permission to have a character I have had since the beginning.
I spoke to Nuthead when I returned and was given the original Kakashi Hatake.
