.::MorTaL iMperFecTioN::.

Fiachra clenched her fists. "IT?! I'M NOT A FREAKIN IT YOU MORON, I'M A GIRL!!!" She crossed her arms. "And yes. Like the ass pointed out, I am a Dark Angel. What do you want with me and make it quick." Fiachra frowned.

 

The man extended his hand toward fircha, putting on a professional smile.

"Very pleased to meet you ma'am. I haven't had the pleasure of encountering a being such as yourself for a long while. I have to say, I should be rather humbled."

 

OOC- Jeez, lots of posts much? I dont even remember where I was

 

Ooc: You broke into a house and started taking things...

 

OOC- Haha, oh yea

Bic- Zack glanced around the room, "I wonder if there is anything else that might come in handy" He thought to himself as he looked around for more items.

 

Penoa had an smirk on his face as he had his hand streched towards his room some energy strings shot out from the puppeters fingers tips going through the wall attaching to the puppet. "oh that is so touchy" He said with an grin "what ever its panzy talk" the puppeter said coldly as he pulled his arm foreward. With in a few seconds the puppet bust through Penoa's bed room door getting infront of the puppeter. "now im an ex-dark angel i dont care now move aside so i can kill this bug it reminds me to much of my step father Lucifer" Penoa said with an smile as he lifted up his other hand making energy strings attach to the puppet. "if you dont move ill kill you as well i dont give an sh!t" it was true the only respect the puppeter had went to Envy no one else and maybe zack but that was a little.

 

Fiachra raised a eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Sweet talk never gets anywhere with me. And why didn't you just go looking around in the woods? Dark Angels stay there. Or is it that I'm the only one that doesn't go BONKERS when I smell blood and attacks?"

OOC: Talkin about Fiachra?

 

OOC:yep Penoa is talking to your char and Legion's char telling Legion's char to move out of the way if not it was his own fault if he got injured in the process :)

 

OOC: Ah okay.

BIC: Fiachra looked at Penoa and frowned. "Go kill Lucifer if you hate him, not me! Quite frankly, I won't give a damn if you do."

 

The man ignored the puppeteer and looked at the dark angel. This was becoming more and more troublesome by the moment. He needed this girl alive.

"Please, forgive my moment of cliche, but take my hand if you want to live."

 

Fiachra landed on the floor. "And take me where?"

 

The man grinned.

"Take my hand and find out, or are you too much of a wuss to take it."

 

Fiachra rolled her eyes and held her hand out to him.

 

Laughing under his breath, the tattooed man threw the girl onto his back. He got on all fours, like a runner before a larg sprint.

"Ladies and gentleman are adviced to fasten their seatbelts. If your seatbelt does not work or there are none available, please grab onto the vehicle and pray, if you think that will do anything that is."

 

Fiachra rolled her eyes. "Just take me to where I have to go." She crossed her arms.

 

Mixt decided that he was better off following a work in progress and ran up to the man before he ran off. Without just a look and nod he positioned himself next to the man, ready to run himself, like they were about to race.

 

Arching his back, the man prepared himself for his trip. Well, now with the boy in tow, it was more of a race. Grinning he started the count down. He'd leave the kid in his dust.

"Three...two...one!!!"

 

Mixt knew he was in no shape to win the race, but he didn't even know where the destination was so it didn't matter. Mixt just ran, hoping that he wouldn't be left so far behind as to lose track of him. Although he could always give his beast run a spin if needed. There it goes again, the aching in his shoulder. Just what he needed, a distraction from the allready hopeless race.

 

barreling out the door, the man felt like a blur. He could hear the weezing of his competition. Such a shame to be natural. Reaching behind him, the man checked up on his passenger.

"you know, I haven't gotten you name. What is it exactly?"

 

Fiachra was holding onto him incase she fell off. "Fiachra. That human persona refers to me as The Blood Raven."