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So I started writing a post, but it deleted... Ill get one up soon as I can
I'm still here. Just waiting.
Goals? Well, we both know he wants to surpass God. Hmm, it could be, trying to wipe out the "good" humans in order to create a race of humans that only pledge to him. Without faith, won't angels fall?
Or he could be trying to bring "hell on earth" just as a second home or something.
*thinks*
Mary could probably go on a whim amd attack his eyes, not knowing that he'd be temporarily defeated. He'll be blinded, but maybe he'll have some 6th scent to know where he escapes to. More than likely the black sand.
Or he could be trying to bring "hell on earth" just as a second home or something.
*thinks*
Mary could probably go on a whim amd attack his eyes, not knowing that he'd be temporarily defeated. He'll be blinded, but maybe he'll have some 6th scent to know where he escapes to. More than likely the black sand.
Hm, I'll probably kill Rebel off in such a way that week be dramatic, ha.
As for Webster, hmm time to put on our thinking caps.
As for Webster, hmm time to put on our thinking caps.
Anyone home?
"Stay away from storms indeed. Nah, I'll continue my traveling. Stay away from all things that give me even the slightest trouble. Ha, I don't want to go through this again. At all. Ever again." Just to add mode emphasis, he shook his head vigorously. Vincent scooted over slowly when Kiara decided to lay back as well. "To the family thing, nope." He stated simply, closing goods eyes once again. Though, he felt that if he fell asleep, he'd probably not wake up.
"Well, we both have plans of living. Obviously. So, I think we should keep that up. We're not dead now, although close to it..." He shook his head, getting rid of the pessimistic thoughts. They were going to get through the battle. Even if it was just on a miracle. And an upset kid. Which brought a sudden realization with it, "How exactly do we calm Death down? I mean, let's say she wins and they scatter. Does she automatically calm down... or do we have to like coax her back to normal. Goodness, that sounds worse."
He opened one eye and looked at the roof. "If it's the pet then I'm sure we'll be fine. Both of us can take him on. We just need a decent shot. Probably in the head." Slowly, he sat up, ignoring the pain and looked at the door. "We'll need to be ready if our paranoia is the case."
Rebel followed the trail, grinning a sadistic smile. "I can slice them limb from limb. I can cut their throats. I can steal their souls from theme very being. Oh, the fun, the fun. Hopefully, Webster found away to get rid of that monster child." As he spoke to himself, he rubbed his wound that the brat left. It was only healed half way. It wad such a shame that she couldn't die a slow and painful death. Well, he still had the two humans he could kill. He reached the shack, sensing the two in there.
It would've been obvious to walk in through the front door, and they'd probably shoot at him. Too bad it was the only way in. So, he decided to kick down the door. And by the Devil's luck, it flew straight towards the two. "Cute, were you two hiding? You should remember not to bleed everywhere." This time, Rebel was brutal. He didn't hesitate to rush towards them right after the door was removed out of the picture.
"You look like you've been through hell." Vincent chuckled seeing the wounds on him. Rebel growled as he ran toward him. Vincent expected it, but what he didn't expect was Rebel turning and slicing at Kiara. "I've tasted your blood, let's see how your girlfriend's blood taste." He made a direct slash at her side, and it showed by the blood on his blade.
"Yours would make a fine drink as well. I'll name them after you after I've killed you both." Again, he rushed at them, not planning to let them get away again.
"Well, we both have plans of living. Obviously. So, I think we should keep that up. We're not dead now, although close to it..." He shook his head, getting rid of the pessimistic thoughts. They were going to get through the battle. Even if it was just on a miracle. And an upset kid. Which brought a sudden realization with it, "How exactly do we calm Death down? I mean, let's say she wins and they scatter. Does she automatically calm down... or do we have to like coax her back to normal. Goodness, that sounds worse."
He opened one eye and looked at the roof. "If it's the pet then I'm sure we'll be fine. Both of us can take him on. We just need a decent shot. Probably in the head." Slowly, he sat up, ignoring the pain and looked at the door. "We'll need to be ready if our paranoia is the case."
Rebel followed the trail, grinning a sadistic smile. "I can slice them limb from limb. I can cut their throats. I can steal their souls from theme very being. Oh, the fun, the fun. Hopefully, Webster found away to get rid of that monster child." As he spoke to himself, he rubbed his wound that the brat left. It was only healed half way. It wad such a shame that she couldn't die a slow and painful death. Well, he still had the two humans he could kill. He reached the shack, sensing the two in there.
It would've been obvious to walk in through the front door, and they'd probably shoot at him. Too bad it was the only way in. So, he decided to kick down the door. And by the Devil's luck, it flew straight towards the two. "Cute, were you two hiding? You should remember not to bleed everywhere." This time, Rebel was brutal. He didn't hesitate to rush towards them right after the door was removed out of the picture.
"You look like you've been through hell." Vincent chuckled seeing the wounds on him. Rebel growled as he ran toward him. Vincent expected it, but what he didn't expect was Rebel turning and slicing at Kiara. "I've tasted your blood, let's see how your girlfriend's blood taste." He made a direct slash at her side, and it showed by the blood on his blade.
"Yours would make a fine drink as well. I'll name them after you after I've killed you both." Again, he rushed at them, not planning to let them get away again.
Could I get your opinions?
(Even though I akready heard some)
(Even though I akready heard some)
Vincent made the tattered shirt useful and wrapped bits around his arm, and the other on his leg. He didn't have enough bandages to cover the wound in his stomach, so he just left it be. "Well. This is exciting." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Too exciting... I think a nap would be... refreshing." He yawned and listened to the chorus of attacks outside. As long as they stayed inside, they'd have time to catch their breath.
Hopefully.
Rebel was not prepared for the attack he received, and he could only fall to his hands and knees when Webster saved him. His black blood spilled and he coughed, running his neck. Thankfully his demonic nature allowed him to heal to the extent that he wouldn't die (nothing like Webster's healing), but the attack was still painful. He winced lightly when he was told to make himself useful somewhere else, but slowly got up and nodded.
"I will." Was all he said as he stalked off to kill the other two. It took a few moments to get the undead smell out of his scent. It made him wander the small town- but it wasn't long before he caught a trail of blood. "Ah, you can't hide for long." He quickly began to follow the faint trail.
Vincent was still leaning against the door when he frowned. "I have a bad feeling. One of those impending doom feelings... I may just be paranoid, but, I don't like the feeling." He moved away from the door, and glanced at the one small window. If they needed to escape, he was sure Kiara could fit through it, but him not so much. Moving from the door, he sat on the bed and then laid back much like when they had first found Mary.
Though, this time, he wasn't falling asleep. Not any time soon at least. "What do you plan on doing if we make it out of this mess?" It was a random question, but it eased him, a little.
Hopefully.
Rebel was not prepared for the attack he received, and he could only fall to his hands and knees when Webster saved him. His black blood spilled and he coughed, running his neck. Thankfully his demonic nature allowed him to heal to the extent that he wouldn't die (nothing like Webster's healing), but the attack was still painful. He winced lightly when he was told to make himself useful somewhere else, but slowly got up and nodded.
"I will." Was all he said as he stalked off to kill the other two. It took a few moments to get the undead smell out of his scent. It made him wander the small town- but it wasn't long before he caught a trail of blood. "Ah, you can't hide for long." He quickly began to follow the faint trail.
Vincent was still leaning against the door when he frowned. "I have a bad feeling. One of those impending doom feelings... I may just be paranoid, but, I don't like the feeling." He moved away from the door, and glanced at the one small window. If they needed to escape, he was sure Kiara could fit through it, but him not so much. Moving from the door, he sat on the bed and then laid back much like when they had first found Mary.
Though, this time, he wasn't falling asleep. Not any time soon at least. "What do you plan on doing if we make it out of this mess?" It was a random question, but it eased him, a little.
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