DriveEMOut

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean backed away. "Alright, I didn't know. And I never said I wanted to be friends with you either, snitch. Why don't you go and whine to Guren about it?" He taunted, then turned around. He continued walking deeper, but made sure he was quiet and hidden. He eventually stopped in some brush that would give him cover. "Perfect." He muttered.
@Always

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean growled. "Hey Mina. Where are your parents? Guess what. Mine are fucking dead." He continued walking. "And I've killed more than thirteen just by myself." He sighed. "Listen, I'm fucking sorry ok? I can't let anyone become good friends with me, because they'll get hurt eventually, and then I'll have to wallow in sadness. So, you better not try to downsize me, because you have living parents, I'd guess." He whispered all this to her, a grim look of determination on his face. He began walking back into the forest, his blade in hand.
@Always

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean laughed. "That was once, Ellie. Then I left you guys until the escape, which was the best decision of my life." He continued walking into the woods, taking it slow. He was only about 30 yards in, and still looking feverishly for vampires. "I'll kill them all. And I won't let anyone get hurt." He realized he had said it out loud and shut his mouth quickly, hoping no one had heard him. He continue searching.
@CriticalHit@Always@Lady Athena

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean turned to her. "The only reason I almost died is because you're a fucking traitor, Ellie. You fought for a vamp. And she was fighting too. I could kill you anytime." Jean was serious, he knew the extents of the demon he was controlling. Combining his and Geng's powers was dangerous work. "If you'll excuse me, I have vampires to kill." Jean started to stroll into the forest, sighing at the sun that was almost done rising.
@Always@Lady Athena@CriticalHit

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean rolled his eyes. "Just shut the fuck up, will you? I'm going to kill them." He grinned. "Now go to sleep. Women need beauty sleep, right?" Jean laughed, friendly. "For real, you should run. I don't want anyone to get hurt." He winked.@Always

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean shoved his blade into his sheath roughly. "Pleased to meet you. Also, why haven't we seen you earlier? Are you even part of our squad?" He asked, curious. Jean ran his hand through his short white hair, nervous. "And you should probably go. A whole fucking platoon of vampires is coming to kill me." He sat down. "Wow, that just fully registered." He grinned. "I must be important!" He joked, winking at the others.
@Always @CriticalHit

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean turned to the girl. "If you don't shut the fuck up, I will personally kill you before you whine to Guren about anything." He unsheathed his demon weapon and peered at the girl. "Well, ignore what I just said. I'm pretty distressed, considering someone who I thought was dead is a vampire. I'm Jean Teim. And you are?"
@Always

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Jean shook his head, smiling. "You all really are suicidal. And Geng healed me. I'm quite ready to fight." Jean's face became one of seriousness. "Guren can't know about Aya. Oh, and I call the platoon's leader. I'm essentially completely healed." He adjusted his uniform and stood up straighter, sheathing his blade. "I can't wait to freaking lop their heads off."
@IceboundMemoire@CriticalHit

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

"She is a fucking vampire, Rai. And I'm not fucking around, so get real. I going to die regardless. Sometimes you have to cower away from things. You should know that, you bastard." Jean spat. He was deathly serious. He had accepted what he thought to be his fate. "I can take some of them with me. Thankfully, Geng's healing me, so I can fight a bit." He pointed to one of his wounds, already less than half its original size.
@CriticalHit

Orphanage for Supernatural

Scott wasn't feeling up to playing so he walked over to the housekeeper. "May I be the commentator?" Without waiting for an answer he stood outside the boundaries of the court and grinned. "Welcome, Ladies and Gents, to the first annual basketball game, with the freaks on one side and the freaks on the other. I am Scott, your freak commentator and scourge of anyone with a short temper!" He winked at both teams to show he was joking about the freaks comment. He thought they were awesome, and should be showing the world their powers, but that was just him.
@KatherinWinter