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Oh, fine by me. Good luck on your tests.
"Oh, make sure she doesn't interfere. That seems fairly easy." Rebel thought about it and then paused a little. Even though he was an assistant to the Devil, and a high ranked demon, Rebel was no immortal. And he knew that. He wasn't going to forget it.
But of course he wasn't going to deny one of Webster's requests. That was against his code. He would never deny the challenge, no matter how difficult the task would be!
"I'd be honored to take on that task." He finally answered as they continued walking. Now, how to scare the Angel of Death~ he wondered if she feared anything. Well there was no other way but to try.
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"So you're telling me, we're not special? Well that ruins the fun of this. And here I thought I'd be special." Vincent sighed. Although he was joking, he was a tad disappointed to know that they weren't doing some great unheard of thing. In fact, they could've just been the next in line of many failures.
"I refuse to be apart of a line of failures." He nodded in agreement to Kiara's statement. They might as well get it right."
He smiled towards Mary. "Yeah, humans are pretty crazy sometimes. But we're doing it for a purpose." Thankfully, she agreed to distract that second one. But they went from lucky to burdened again. "This is going to be...tough."
Silence grew between them and the tension grew as well. Even Vin was iffy about going out there now. But with a heavy sigh, Vincent slowly walked to the door. "I guess I'll go. But I'd rather not get caught up in that sand."
As if granting a wish, the sound of the sand stopped. Well. Now or never right? He first peeked out the door, noticing everything was still... No one was there yet, but the sand surely did stop.
"Such cruel jokes." He pushed the door open and walked out. After a few steps he paused and looked back at the door. "Well? Come on, I'm not the only one with a goal here."
His eyes scanned around the town, searching for a sign of life. A movement, a sound, anything... But the town was completely silent.
But of course he wasn't going to deny one of Webster's requests. That was against his code. He would never deny the challenge, no matter how difficult the task would be!
"I'd be honored to take on that task." He finally answered as they continued walking. Now, how to scare the Angel of Death~ he wondered if she feared anything. Well there was no other way but to try.
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"So you're telling me, we're not special? Well that ruins the fun of this. And here I thought I'd be special." Vincent sighed. Although he was joking, he was a tad disappointed to know that they weren't doing some great unheard of thing. In fact, they could've just been the next in line of many failures.
"I refuse to be apart of a line of failures." He nodded in agreement to Kiara's statement. They might as well get it right."
He smiled towards Mary. "Yeah, humans are pretty crazy sometimes. But we're doing it for a purpose." Thankfully, she agreed to distract that second one. But they went from lucky to burdened again. "This is going to be...tough."
Silence grew between them and the tension grew as well. Even Vin was iffy about going out there now. But with a heavy sigh, Vincent slowly walked to the door. "I guess I'll go. But I'd rather not get caught up in that sand."
As if granting a wish, the sound of the sand stopped. Well. Now or never right? He first peeked out the door, noticing everything was still... No one was there yet, but the sand surely did stop.
"Such cruel jokes." He pushed the door open and walked out. After a few steps he paused and looked back at the door. "Well? Come on, I'm not the only one with a goal here."
His eyes scanned around the town, searching for a sign of life. A movement, a sound, anything... But the town was completely silent.
Oh, where has our Butcher gone?
Slightly concerned by what SweetCin?
Slightly concerned by what SweetCin?
"Good. So, I'm not crazy." was the male's response to her shock. The time had come for them to face their fate. Now, it was life or death- for real this time. There were no do overs, or second chances. Sandal wasn't coming to save them and Mary was scared of Webster. It was just Kiara and Vincent who had to fight not just Webster, but his assistant too. He stepped back as she slammed the door, and then he leaned against it, turning his attention to Mary. "Of course we're in trouble Kid. Didn't you hear our story? We did say we had to fight Webster. Heh, isn't that trouble enough?"
Vincent listened to the sounds of the black sand rushing closer and closer. He walked away from the door, pulling Kiara along as well to stand by the bed. The farther away they were from the negative sand, the safer they were.
"Uh, I don't think...demanding is the...best way.." His voice went unheard and he sat on the bed next.
After Kiara suggested what she wanted and Mary turned it down, Vincent thought. "Well... You say Webster's scary, and he's probably the strongest one. Do you think you can deal with Webster's er, what? Pet?" He decided not to try and think too much on accuracy.
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Rebel had stood by, watching the black sand consume everything in its reach. It was quite a thing to watch, although it was better midday when people didn't expect it. His attention turned to Webster with a slight frown. "Angel of Death? I haven't met one." Hopefully, this death angel wouldn't hinder any of their plans. That wouldn't be swell at all.
"Is this a good or bad thing?" He inquired his thoughts aloud. "If I recall, we can't kill the Angel of Death."
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"I don't believe those two are immortal- well at least not the other one. Webster might be. So, how does that sound? Or...you could always cause some sort if distraction so we can escape." Vincent laid back on the bed, waiting for them to suggest more things.
Vincent listened to the sounds of the black sand rushing closer and closer. He walked away from the door, pulling Kiara along as well to stand by the bed. The farther away they were from the negative sand, the safer they were.
"Uh, I don't think...demanding is the...best way.." His voice went unheard and he sat on the bed next.
After Kiara suggested what she wanted and Mary turned it down, Vincent thought. "Well... You say Webster's scary, and he's probably the strongest one. Do you think you can deal with Webster's er, what? Pet?" He decided not to try and think too much on accuracy.
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Rebel had stood by, watching the black sand consume everything in its reach. It was quite a thing to watch, although it was better midday when people didn't expect it. His attention turned to Webster with a slight frown. "Angel of Death? I haven't met one." Hopefully, this death angel wouldn't hinder any of their plans. That wouldn't be swell at all.
"Is this a good or bad thing?" He inquired his thoughts aloud. "If I recall, we can't kill the Angel of Death."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I don't believe those two are immortal- well at least not the other one. Webster might be. So, how does that sound? Or...you could always cause some sort if distraction so we can escape." Vincent laid back on the bed, waiting for them to suggest more things.
Oh really? Who's gone?
"The clean up crew does a fine job at this." He mused at how clear the water was and how spotless all the pillars around them were. By that time, Seishu decided to take matters into his own hands and walk alone. Of course the Dream Guardian watched carefully- now a little more so careful because they were near a pool. But the Nightmare was fine, so he continued to marvel at the cleanliness of the place. The main reason he was doing this was to avoid watching Seishu change into a pair of shorts. It was for "privacy matters" and just because he didn't want to watch.
Though when he turned back, he gave an in audible sigh of relief seeing that Seishu had appropriate clothing on. The last thing he needed was a nude Nightmare swimming around... And of course, Rue found something else he would rather not see. He kept his composure and didn't even bother to say anything about it. He kept his attention on Crios, but it seemed as soon as he decided to glance over, Seishu was staring right at him. The Dream Guardian coughed a little and turned away. "I guess I should, um, change." Having a bit more integrity, if that was the right word, than Seishu, he walked off. Ruffling his hair, he walked behind one of the pillars, and as soon as he walked back, he was in a pair of swim shorts as well, except his were a deep green color.
Crios' comment about throwing him in made Enasi laugh slightly and walk over to the stairs where Seishu was. He took a few steps into the water and then turned to face Seishu. "Alrighty. Come on." He held his hand out, waiting for him to take the assistance. The water chilled at first, giving Enasi goosebumps but soon it warmed and he relaxed.
Crios watched from the side, pulling up a chair to get comfortable. Rue on the other hand was flying above them to watch with curious eyes. "Well, don't waste any time. Laps." Crios reinstated to Seishu as he lowered into the pool. Where they were standing, they could've easily walked around, well Enasi could've just walked around. Seishu hopefully could at least do that, and it wasn't possible for him to sink and drown if the water was still at waist level.
"You can do it Seishu!" Rue cheered on and giggled as he flew above.
Though when he turned back, he gave an in audible sigh of relief seeing that Seishu had appropriate clothing on. The last thing he needed was a nude Nightmare swimming around... And of course, Rue found something else he would rather not see. He kept his composure and didn't even bother to say anything about it. He kept his attention on Crios, but it seemed as soon as he decided to glance over, Seishu was staring right at him. The Dream Guardian coughed a little and turned away. "I guess I should, um, change." Having a bit more integrity, if that was the right word, than Seishu, he walked off. Ruffling his hair, he walked behind one of the pillars, and as soon as he walked back, he was in a pair of swim shorts as well, except his were a deep green color.
Crios' comment about throwing him in made Enasi laugh slightly and walk over to the stairs where Seishu was. He took a few steps into the water and then turned to face Seishu. "Alrighty. Come on." He held his hand out, waiting for him to take the assistance. The water chilled at first, giving Enasi goosebumps but soon it warmed and he relaxed.
Crios watched from the side, pulling up a chair to get comfortable. Rue on the other hand was flying above them to watch with curious eyes. "Well, don't waste any time. Laps." Crios reinstated to Seishu as he lowered into the pool. Where they were standing, they could've easily walked around, well Enasi could've just walked around. Seishu hopefully could at least do that, and it wasn't possible for him to sink and drown if the water was still at waist level.
"You can do it Seishu!" Rue cheered on and giggled as he flew above.
Establishing post is eh. But intros, soo yeah.
Anyway, I realized how much I don't RP in first person >.< This'll be interesting.
Anyway, I realized how much I don't RP in first person >.< This'll be interesting.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My stitching needle tapped against the edge of the bed, or pallet, or whatever the uncomfortable bedding was. It was something I did until one of the guards growled for me to stop...which didn't happen today because one was too busy tormenting the poor android in the cage on my side... Again. I wonder why they're so cruel sometimes, but I doubt I'll get a good answer for that. Once again I'm stuck in my little display cage for all of them to poke and prod at me. This hellish life is unbearable, but it's all that I have. No matter what I think, no matter how much I convince myself, I know I'm stuck here in this hell hole. And by how long I've been here and the weird clothes occasionally, it's guaranteed we were in space. So there is no possible way to leave anyway. And to think, that is only half of the matter.
The real issue is the scattered stitches going over my entire body. That really flaws an appearance...
Not including the palish gray skin, or the fact that the doctors tried to he funny and give me an outfit that matched my appearance... It's really difficult to explain who or what I am because, well... I don't remember or know any of it. But some guards and doctors adopted the name 'Doll' for me. It suits the- everything about me really. Stitched body, pale skin, weird dress- and don't forget some of the cotton stuffed into my body. What the hell am I? It's something I think about constantly. It wasn't fair that most of them had a definite idea of what they could be and maybe even their purpose- but I think I was just some experiment for them to toy with. I sort of think of it as I was one of those toys that children thought would be interesting- but realizing otherwise, they just threw me off to the side.
Realizing I was rambling in thoughts, I decided to just lean back against the wall, sitting on this uncomfortable bedding. Occasionally, I glance over through the cages to look at all the other castaways or things thrown off to the side. They looked perfectly fine in my eyes... But what would I know? I'm a castaway just like them.
Nothing is getting better any time fast. It's a routine around here that has never been broken. And here I find myself wondering how I could get away from here or even how to have a normal life in this condition. Ha. Yeah right. Those were merely dreams and fantasies I knew I couldn't obtain. A normal life... What was my life like before? Well, it didn't really matter because I couldn't go back anyway. "I wonder how long it's been since we've been here." Being cooped up for so long, it's kind if hard not to speak out every now and then. Most of the time I never expect anyone to speak back, and I am perfectly fine with that.
What could a group of broken experiments possibly talk about?
My stitching needle tapped against the edge of the bed, or pallet, or whatever the uncomfortable bedding was. It was something I did until one of the guards growled for me to stop...which didn't happen today because one was too busy tormenting the poor android in the cage on my side... Again. I wonder why they're so cruel sometimes, but I doubt I'll get a good answer for that. Once again I'm stuck in my little display cage for all of them to poke and prod at me. This hellish life is unbearable, but it's all that I have. No matter what I think, no matter how much I convince myself, I know I'm stuck here in this hell hole. And by how long I've been here and the weird clothes occasionally, it's guaranteed we were in space. So there is no possible way to leave anyway. And to think, that is only half of the matter.
The real issue is the scattered stitches going over my entire body. That really flaws an appearance...
Not including the palish gray skin, or the fact that the doctors tried to he funny and give me an outfit that matched my appearance... It's really difficult to explain who or what I am because, well... I don't remember or know any of it. But some guards and doctors adopted the name 'Doll' for me. It suits the- everything about me really. Stitched body, pale skin, weird dress- and don't forget some of the cotton stuffed into my body. What the hell am I? It's something I think about constantly. It wasn't fair that most of them had a definite idea of what they could be and maybe even their purpose- but I think I was just some experiment for them to toy with. I sort of think of it as I was one of those toys that children thought would be interesting- but realizing otherwise, they just threw me off to the side.
Realizing I was rambling in thoughts, I decided to just lean back against the wall, sitting on this uncomfortable bedding. Occasionally, I glance over through the cages to look at all the other castaways or things thrown off to the side. They looked perfectly fine in my eyes... But what would I know? I'm a castaway just like them.
Nothing is getting better any time fast. It's a routine around here that has never been broken. And here I find myself wondering how I could get away from here or even how to have a normal life in this condition. Ha. Yeah right. Those were merely dreams and fantasies I knew I couldn't obtain. A normal life... What was my life like before? Well, it didn't really matter because I couldn't go back anyway. "I wonder how long it's been since we've been here." Being cooped up for so long, it's kind if hard not to speak out every now and then. Most of the time I never expect anyone to speak back, and I am perfectly fine with that.
What could a group of broken experiments possibly talk about?
He heard all the commotion and arguing that went on while he fell asleep. Vin trusted that Kiara could handle the situation, knowing she was probably as stubborn as Mary. Once he did shift a little, when he heard Mary thinking about just killing them off. He was about to get up and try to set the peace again, but everything was fine- how it sounded. Soon enough, there was less of Mary jumping on the bed, and she was fast asleep on the other side.
This was one strange life he led. He wondered what his parents would've thought if they could see him now- well, he guessed they could considering random angels and demons were either speaking or trying to kill us...
Or in Mary's case, a little of both.
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"Finally." The demon replied at first with such an exasperated sigh of relief. The walking part of their murderous play was the most boring after all.
Rebel watched with a small smirk. "Oh I wonder how this mystery person- or people face off against that. Sadly, I'm sure they'll be killed before we can see." With a shrug, he walked alongside Webster. "Well, win some and lose some."
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A cold chill went down Vincent's spine, making him peek open one eye. At first he assumed Mary had gotten closer which would've meant another article of clothing, or himself would be disappearing. He didn't really think about that much when he decided to fall asleep at the end of the bed.
Eventually both of his eyes opened and his head lazily turned to where Mary was sleeping. Nope. She hadn't moved from her side- sure she moved around on that side, but stayed in that area.
Slowly, he sat up and yawned. For some reason, the feeling of impending doom would not go away. And it was rare that he had such moments. Maybe it was just the thought of him having to face the Devil soon, along with meeting his death once- and then meeting Death herself. This happened all in the course of... A day or so?
Well, it didn't matter. Life was happening now. He stood, slightly refreshed from his cat nap and walked over to the door. He opened the door slightly, just to peek out and see if the town was awake. Apparently, it was still pretty early, because no one was out yet. His vision cleared up more to realize that on one side coming toward the town, it was much darker than the other side. "Uhh," Vin tapped Kiara and looked out again. "Can you tell me if I'm imagining things?"
This was one strange life he led. He wondered what his parents would've thought if they could see him now- well, he guessed they could considering random angels and demons were either speaking or trying to kill us...
Or in Mary's case, a little of both.
~~~
"Finally." The demon replied at first with such an exasperated sigh of relief. The walking part of their murderous play was the most boring after all.
Rebel watched with a small smirk. "Oh I wonder how this mystery person- or people face off against that. Sadly, I'm sure they'll be killed before we can see." With a shrug, he walked alongside Webster. "Well, win some and lose some."
~~~
A cold chill went down Vincent's spine, making him peek open one eye. At first he assumed Mary had gotten closer which would've meant another article of clothing, or himself would be disappearing. He didn't really think about that much when he decided to fall asleep at the end of the bed.
Eventually both of his eyes opened and his head lazily turned to where Mary was sleeping. Nope. She hadn't moved from her side- sure she moved around on that side, but stayed in that area.
Slowly, he sat up and yawned. For some reason, the feeling of impending doom would not go away. And it was rare that he had such moments. Maybe it was just the thought of him having to face the Devil soon, along with meeting his death once- and then meeting Death herself. This happened all in the course of... A day or so?
Well, it didn't matter. Life was happening now. He stood, slightly refreshed from his cat nap and walked over to the door. He opened the door slightly, just to peek out and see if the town was awake. Apparently, it was still pretty early, because no one was out yet. His vision cleared up more to realize that on one side coming toward the town, it was much darker than the other side. "Uhh," Vin tapped Kiara and looked out again. "Can you tell me if I'm imagining things?"
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