Kazemitsu

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
-- // JANUARY, 23

Julius cut his eyes over to Eleven and gave her a dull look. "You forget my Miracle. I also said relax, not calm down, you're making the humans tense." He stated before returning his attention to the two nameless soldiers. Why did the Church pair the two of them together? She was abrasive and fairly simple, always seeming to forget what he could do. The two soldiers could be excused, they clearly weren't briefed on anything important. Their eye roll got an eyebrow twitch of agitation, but he kept it back. Don't kill them yet.

Emphasis on yet.

Eleven went on a tangent, God she talked a lot. If she weren't 'Family' he'd have torn her jaw off by now to silence her. While the soldiers talked Julius ran his hand down his face and gave out a loud an exasperated sigh. "Discreet is what I do. There are shadows everywhere." He said as static came over the radio. Seriously? All the tech to make the Promised Children and no one could make quality radios? Such bullshit.

Well it was showtime, the two soldiers were getting ready. Eleven was scaling the building to get to the Hermitage after saying it being dinner time. Julius melted down into his own darkened shadow and zipped off over the edge and to the building. Every shadow was linked thanks to it being dusk. Unless someone was looking really closely at the shadows he moved through he was indiscernible.

Night time he was strongest, everything was a shadow or shrouded in darkness. Daytime he was 'weaker', having to think more about where he could perform his Miracle. This Hermitage was such a place with all the lighting inside. It was simple to slip under the door, but navigating the building was annoying because of how the lights were positioned. Still, he went as fast as he could to get to the security room this place undoubtedly had.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
21:00 // JANUARY, 23

Julius had no issues with the cold right now. Thick boots, good overcoat, a form fitting gambeson on underneath, and insulated leather driving gloves. Not to mention a hood to block some of the Russian wind. His 'fighting gloves' were tucked away at the small of his back. Despite not feeling the cold very much it never hurt to be prepared! As he and #11 scaled the building he could hear someone muttering up top. Huffing he silently pulled himself over the edge in a strangely fluid movement.

Both Promised Children gave the soldiers a look. Julius' was alien looking considering those animalistic and wolf-like eyes. The soft-spoken one shushed up his comrade, who had badmouthed the pair, but he wasn't doing much better. #11 spoke, her voice dry and muffled, about letting her in there to just wipe out everything via her Decay. She seemed to slurp at the thought, probably drooling at the thought of eating people. Reaching out Julius placed a hand gently on her shoulder. The younger Child would know his grip well.

"Relax, Sister." He said, his voice strangely deep. It didn't match the package, he was a very athletic looking man and that voice sounded like it should be coming from a mountain! "She has a point on the explosives. Primitive, and they come tomorrow. We're here right now." He stated as he took his hand from Suty's shoulder and crouched down to look at the two soldiers.

"If there's no other option, then I'll zip in and scout out the place. Tell you how many security so we can all act accordingly. Julius continued, his eyes getting good and bright and his tone changing to something more friendly.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Julius

#3

Shadow Beast
• P h y s i c a l A g e •
Nineteen Years Old

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Male

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Russia

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Confident + Friendly + Cunning
- Angry - Potentially Mad - Bullheaded
* Learn his true purpose * Taste every Race, for science! * To become the Strongest

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Shadow Puppet | #3 is capable of manipulating the ever present Shadows of the world. The sky was the limit so long as he was creative in what he did with said Shadows. He's been able to make barriers that stand up to gunfire, various weapons of bladed and blunt origins, Dark Automatons, even balls of darkness that explode on contact. He has even shown that he can melt into a shadow and come out elsewhere in close vicinity! But his prize is when things are most dire, he coats himself in darkness, like a bodysuit, which enhances all of his physical capabilities such as strength, endurance, and speed.

Aside from his Miracle he has learned hand to hand combat to a sufficient degree and has learned how to wield basic medieval weaponry that he can make via his Miracle. He has limited Firearms training since machinery is too complicated for him at this point in time.
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A p p e t i t e L v l :: 1

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

But what if I want to eat the 8 year old...?

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Julius

#3

Shadow Beast
• P h y s i c a l A g e •
Nineteen Years Old

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Male

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Russia

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Confident + Friendly + Cunning
- Angry - Potentially Mad - Bullheaded
* Learn his true purpose * Taste every Race, for science! * To become the Strongest

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Shadow Puppet | #3 is capable of manipulating the ever present Shadows of the world. The sky was the limit so long as he was creative in what he did with said Shadows. He's been able to make barriers that stand up to gunfire, various weapons of bladed and blunt origins, Dark Automatons, even balls of darkness that explode on contact. He has even shown that he can't melt into a shadow and come out elsewhere in close vicinity! But his prize is when things are most dire, he coats himself in darkness, like a bodysuit, which enhances all of his physical capabilities such as strength, endurance, and speed.

Aside from his Miracle he has learned hand to hand combat to a sufficient degree and has learned how to wield basic medieval weaponry that he can make via his Miracle. He has limited Firearms training since machinery is too complicated for him at this point in time.
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A p p e t i t e L v l :: 1

My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

Legged danger noodle!

My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

So...I could turn into a dragon person or something? But is that the extent of what they can do? Like one superpower or is it multiple things?

My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

It sounds pretty interesting and kind of unique o.o Miracles could be anything? And you have to be a cannibal? XD

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura wasn't very surprised at how well his body 'shield' was. He had numerous resistances and defensive stats that was mitigating the pairs attacks. Steve's fangs had to be Piercing, and Mother Slime was going Blunt. Although once Slash Resistance ticked over a Synergy happened. Physical Resistance went up one rank, but the other three Physical types went down as if drained. "Well that's just stupid...Physical Resistance drains Blunt, Slash, and Piercing Resistance by a certain amount to gain its rank." He growled out.

Surprisingly the System didn't waste any time and told him how each skill he had that wasn't available could become available. But all that information came at a price, it gave him a killer headache just as he got Poisoned by Steve. Damn world acts like I can't handle all this information... He thought as he collapsed into his base form. He didn't necessarily have eyes to strain or veins to get constricted. How DID a slime get a headache?

Then the System said he didn't have the requirements to Stat Point Reset. I wasn't asking you... He thought as he tried to put Mana into his demand. He still tried to forcefully Drain Stone Shot's points while Mother Slime checked on him. "Information overload, and poisoned." He said, noticing Ardur wasn't doing much better.

System, Status Condition. He thought, he wanted to see how much damage Poison did, and possibly to see if there was a countdown on it. His pseudopod slowly became the heater shield shape once more. "Keep hitting, Mother Slime, get one Smash in." He stated. It didn't hurt, well technically it did, to find out how much damage she could put out.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura felt the difference in how his fake karambit bit deep and smooth. Strange. God damn it...System Monitor and inform me of Skill Growth. He thought as he changed. His liquid nature made the form he was trying to take harder to maintain. That meant it'd take more Stamina. But practice made perfect, so he held the form. Unfortunately he couldn't apply his human anatomical knowledge to this body, he had no real muscle. He could only take the shape and work the hydraulic system that his body used for movement.

But he did get that level up. So it wasn't just combat that earned experience points. "Interesting... Ardur, Mother Slime, Steve, it's not just fighting that gains us levels. Skill building does as well." He said, making the line that was his mouth move in time with his speech. He saw some new skills, and other skills on the verge of ticking over. Two points into Slash Resistance. He thought just to finally tick that over to tick over his Physical Resistance.

Ardur mentioned that Steve now had Poison Fang. The chance for poison seemed awfully low, but it was one of the most annoying Status Effects one could get. He thought for a moment. "Alright...Steve, bite me with Poison Fang." He said as his right hand turned into a heater shield. Defender, huh? He placed the shield in front of himself and tried to make it as firm as goo could get. "Bite this without hurting yourself. Mother Slime, please Smash it as well." He said as he mentally examined his skills.

System, Analyze all currently Unavailable skills. Full descriptions. He thought. Meanwhile, as he hoped to get an information flood, he mentally focused on Stone Shot. He didn't want magic, he didn't even want magical skills floating around unavailable. So he tried to Steal or Drain those Skill Points it had sitting in there, at least one, to put into something more useful.