.::MorTaL iMperFecTioN::.

Echo sighed and transformed back to her true form, and flew to a top of building. She could'nt stay in her human form for much longer anyway, she needed blood. She stood at the top of a building, waiting for a human or organization member to find her.

 

Fiachra looked at the man. "Who votes that hes ****ed up on crack?"

 

The man took a look over at fiachra and let began to snicker. Slowly, the chuck became a soft chuckle, then the chuckle climaxed in a screaming laugh.

Lifting his arms, the man displayed his steel claws, ready to rip flesh from bone.

 

Fiachra rolled her eyes. "Jesus! What are you, a painted skin? A Dark Angel? Well whatever you are, you're gonna die if you attack me or Envy."

 

The man raised an eyebrow at the remark.

"Excuse me?"

 

Fiachra smirked. "Oh lookie here. It talks. Do you want me to spell it out? What. Are. You? A Dark Angel? Painted Skin? Say. What. You. Are."

 

The man gave the girl a rather hard look.

"I don't believe that is any of your business."

 

"Then I believe you can leave here and all of us alone." Fiachra crossed her arms and frowned.

 

Taking two steps forward, the man locked eyes with the girl.

"you wanna go? If you do, then bring it! I've got all day baby, all day!"

 

Fiachra yawned. "Stop playing gangster and piss off." She took off into the air.

 

"Gangster? What does that have to do with anything? I came here to collect a someone called...Jealousy?"

 

Fiachra sighed. "Envy, maybe? And wheres he going?"

 

The tattooed man snapped his fingers.

"Yeah, Envy. It isn't where he's going, but what he has."

 

"....Thanks for knocking on the door, and what about me?" Envy asked, looking at Fiachra at first and then at then man. "I don't think I did anything to you."

 

The man shook his head.

"It has nothing to do with what you did to me. It is for the order. You have something for me, a special individual."

 

Mixt walked through the door. "You might want to be precise" Mixt wasn't sure if this was a man he was supposed to know or not. He hardly knew anyone yet. Was this man a high-rank? A low-rank? An intruder? It was too hard to tell.

 

Frustrated, the man scratched his head with his claws.

"I mean I'm looking for a dark angel. From what I can tell, it's in this room."

 

Mixt was surprized but tried his best not to show it. He would think he would of been told if there was a Dark Angel here. Then agian it wasn't like they had any reason to tell him, after all the must be capable of handling one Dark Angel. All the thoughts of Classes brought his mind back to the new tattoo on his left shoulder. It was usually fine, but when he thought about it it ached.

 

Penoa was still surprisse dat all the events then he even heard them looking for someone. The puppeter raised his eyebrow as he walked over to them with his arms crossed. "well i did not open the door but it still got in" Penoa said coldly looking at Gendran. "say if you did find this dark angel what would you do to it" Penoa simply said with an smirk on his face.

 

Envy's eyebrows dropped when he looked to his partner, showing off that annoying smirk he used when he was trying to be a smartass. It was quite obvious he didn't need to open the door...and Envy made himself a mental note to fix that wall later. But why do him-..they need the Dark Angel?

"Yeah, there's one in here. Look at her." He pointed his index finger to Fiachra as she was in mid-air. Maybe these guys could finally take her away from him! That is, if they wanted or had the power to. After he pointed, Envy drew his hand back to the device on his ear. Now how the hell was he getting this thing off?