.::MorTaL iMperFecTioN::.

"Mixt Adrymnaed. I'm new and haven't been stationed anywhere yet. I was checking out this lab and ended up falling down this flight of stairs. Who put the staircase there of all places anyway?" Mixt said, surprizingly calm for being in a position where even if they didn't have weapons drawn it didn't take a genious to realize that he potentially a moment away from death at all times with these guys.

 

Fiachra lept back in the air. "If you want me to rest then i will." She started to fly back to her room again.

 

The lead scientist came down to Mixt's level. Roughly, he grabbed his hair, shaking him like a rag doll.

"Unassigned...How did you even get in here then?"

Gendran sighed, watching her go. She was such a child. A blind man could tell she was still smoldering over her ordeal and she didn't want to cool down. If left alone, she'd get hurt.

 

"Rather easily truth be told" Mixt said, still somehow calm. "I just entered with the subject of experimentation. Shouldn't you be turning the power back on to continue testing?" Why was it that Mixt allways liked ending with a question or statement that he expected the other person to not understand? At least right now he's arround people who are at least supposed to be allies, but he just knew that knack was going to get him in trouble later. This was the closest he has ever been to death and still he subtlly mocks the person talking to him.

 

Penoa had an hammer on in his hand slowly hammering away at the nails. The puppeter was silent it was one of those days he did not feel like talking much. "heya sorry about earlier" Penoa said to Envy surprissingly an apology coming out of the puppeter's lips.

 

Tightening his grip, the scientist gave the boy's hair a hard yank. The nerve of this boy, the absolute nerve. How dare he talk out of turn and with such smugness.

"Wretched little...!"

Wait, just a moment. He followed the subject. They had the world's greatest security and he just strolled in.

That's it. This kid was dead.

 

Full name: Alianne Deros
Username: Decesso
Age: 18
Class: Dark Angel
Bio: She doesn't remember much, she just remembers when she woke up two years ago thirsting for blood. After that, any companions she took on, because they were attracted to her for her looks, or because they were friends, became her next meal. She became cold hearted, and now roams alone, unfamiliar with normal food or new clothing such as muffin.
Personality: Sarcastic, pessimistic, and lonely, she tries to look ahead when making decisions.
Tattoo and where is it: N/A
Weapon(s): An arm length knife that can flip open into a sword, or shift into a gun like machine that fires short range, but takes forever to recharge.
Sexuality: Female
Crush/soulmate: N/A at the moment.
Miscellaneous: http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/kaymoy04/dcfcead4d0ed6c181.jpg
Appearance: http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/kaymoy04/fairy-141.jpg Without the wings.

 

Mixt stared him in the eye. "If it makes you feel better I am trapped here. if I were to try and leave the scanner at the entrance would see that I don't exist in the system and kill me on the spot. And that was a one shot deal seeing as the system only laxed because the specimen was being escorted in. I'm the only one to ever enter unconfirmed and the chance of thier being another is zero. Or do you want me to run the statistics that you mess this up and need another speciman, leaving someone to exploit the same opening that I stumbled upon?" There it goes again, the smart-ass question. Even Mixt had to admit, if he wasn't in his own head it would almost seem like he was trying to get killed.

 

Fiachra flew back into her room and locked the door. She was VERY angry about how the scientists took her blood, knowing it had healing powers and didn't once thank her. Maybe acting like other Dark Angels and rip one of their necks out would show them not to mess around with her. Fiachra walked over to her bed and flopped down on it, sleepy. With in mintues, she was fast asleep again.

 

Ooc: Decesso, you're accepted. And Apoligetix...did you reply to me?

 

OOC: I'll save you time. he did.

 

OoC: o.o...-swoosh- Seems this Rp is still going well :3

 

OOc- yes, I replied last, its a few pages back

 

That's it. Those lasts words were the straw that broke his back.

Stapping his fingers, he let the guard loose on the poor kid.

Exhausted, Gendran sat outside Fiachra's room. Quietly he waited, still woozy from today's events. When the dark angel comes out of her room, the tests would be complete.

 

Mixt dart up the stairs in a disoriented zig zag and and dived into a roll at the top of the stairs to get out of the line of sight. They would shoot at him where his precious equipment was, would they? Just to be just be sure, Mixt pulled out a pocket knife and etched an alchemy circle on the floor. Transmuting a piece of the floor into what was supposed to be a full body shield but ended up looking more like a large metal blob. At least what he ended up this time still did the same job and didn't look like it was going to explode. Maybe it was just him working better under pressure?

 

The guards stood in a circle around the blob, glaring at him through their pupiless blue eyes. Their manacles pitched and whined, craving to finally show this boy their true power. Now though, they would wait. Let him cower before their might.

 

Mixt didn't have much time to think. What could he make that wasn't likely to explode? Or maybe that was exactly what he needed.

Mixt made annother transmutation to make a bunch of muffins and slid them out of the metal blob like a piece offering.

 

The muffins did not amuse the guards. Together, they clapped their hands. Their manacles no longer glowed, but shined. Their flare began to take physical form. It was a form of plasma, specially designed for combat. It had all the qualities of a solid, but was able to be activated and deactivated at will. A shovel sort of shape formed from the freshly created azure substance. They were ready. Game over.

 

Suddenly the muffins exploded and Mixt transformed into his beetle form. Using the explosion as a momentary distraction, Mixt flew over the guards and rapidly hid himself behind machinery. He then dashed from machine to machine making a decoy of himself at each one they were pretty pathetic at first but got better as he continued.

 

Fiachra slept for awhile but then woke up. Sleeping in the day was natural for her but she wasn't too tired. Getting up, she remembered her original human form. It looked alot like her real form just more normal and less scary. Fiachra unlocked and opened the door, seeing Gendran sitting outside.