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A Tale of Seven Children [WIP for now]

Finally moved the Interest Check over to Casual like it should've been. It's here so feel free to toss your applications in over there since that's where it'll be from now on~
I decided to post again instead of editing to notify properly and yeah whOO

A Tale of Seven Children

"Another time, another place.
The same path walked, but a different ending written.
Do you see through to the end as I do, Darling?"

12/12/2012.
Sunset.
Vatican City, Rome.

The cataclysmic event known as 'The End of the World' has begun.
The Vatican scrambled their forces, gathered their priests and began a mass prayer to God above to save their souls.

...

And yet, nothing happened.
All was quiet.
All was still.
The Earth didn't rupture and explode.
The sky didn't spew fire and magma down upon the planet.
No dragons ripped their way through a hole in reality and tore it apart with their gnashing jaws.

The priests celebrated, the denizens of the Vatican cheered. They'd survived the Apocalypse, they'd survived the End of the World.

Their joy was cut short when, upon reporting the news to the Pope, a group of men found only his twisted, mangled corpse sitting in his bedroom, organs splayed around the room like he was a prostitute in London a few decades ago.
Along with the defiled cadaver of the Holy Pope, a letter was found, written in what was presumably his own blood.

"Your celebration is false.
The Seven are coming.
They have been chosen by Satan himself to save the world from your False God.
The Seven Children of Satan will destroy all that oppose them and bring destruction upon your wretched faith.
Humanity's time is coming to an end."

Gritting his teeth and crumpling the paper in his armoured grip, a man in his late twenties stared out the open window of the bedroom as people around him panicked, vomited and screamed.
Perched upon a rooftop a few buildings away crouched a dark figure, surrounded by feathers and darkness. It expanded its wings and stood up, easily towering above the man who stared it in the eyes.
Arthur Evangelion tossed the note to the floor and rushed over to the window, leaping out of it and, feeling his boot slam into the windowsill as he cleared it, he shot forward with a burst of magickal energy that rocketed him through the air like a human-shaped bullet.
The thing's black face split apart and jagged white teeth glinted in the light of the setting sun. The wings from its back unfurled fully, exposing the awfully human form they'd been concealing. The black, feathery skin turned to a dark shade of brown- tanned from long hours in the sun. Two blue eyes, icy and sharp, sat in the Demon's face. Arthur landed on one roof, shooting himself from building to building with the ease of a man who'd done it thousands of times.
After all, he had.

Gripping the blade at his side, he leaped one last time to land on the building beside the monster. As his foot touched the tiling he gripped the hilt of his blade and yanked it free with a slash that carried the entirety of his momentum with it. Narrowing his eyes, he skidded to a stop just in time.
The edge of his sword was pressed against the creature's throat.
A long, sharp, thin blade protruded from somewhere inside the beast's right wing, pressing against his face. He felt the tip of the needle-like weapon pressing against the eyelid he'd barely managed to shut in time, a tiny trickle of blood beginning to wet his skin. The man before him smiled widely, the same sharp fangs filling his mouth just as they had before.

"Almost."
"There will be no more deaths this day."
"I would certainly hope not, Sir Arthur."
"Why did you come here?"
"To deliver a message."
"And?"
"To set something in motion."
"Those children?"
"Perhaps."
Cursing under his breath, Arthur lowered his sword and stepped back. If he'd moved an inch closer, he'd have lost his eye and stepped directly into the field of ice the creature had generated below their feet. On top of that, he swore he'd seen electricity crackling between the Demon's fingers.

"Reaver. A pleasure to meet you."
"There is no time for pleasantries now."
"I will be taking my leave, Arthur, but we will meet again. Trust me."
"I trust no monster in human skin."

With a curt bow, the Demon spun on its heels and walked away, vanishing into a flock of crows that soared through the sky and off into the distance. "That explains the entrance."
Turning back to the open window, Arthur let out a long sigh as he slid his blade neatly back into his sheath.
He'd known this would happen, that something was coming. His intuition was never wrong. He hadn't lived this long in a world full of child-eating demons and murderous monsters by being stupid.
The Pope, however, didn't believe him when he demanded that he seek shelter.
"God will protect me", he'd said.
Arthur shot back over to the room rooftop by rooftop.
God didn't keep his end of the deal, apparently.

---

12/12/2013
Unknown.
Vatican City, Rome.
Headquarters of the Warriors of Divine Light.

So much had happened in a year, and Arthur was in a daze for most of it. A replacement Pope was voted on- himself. As a veteran Exorcist and one of the closest confidants to the Pope, Arthur was the perfect choice. An exemplary man of talent, knowledge and undeniable power, he was the perfect man to become the Archknight- head of the Exorcists of the Warriors of Divine Light.
On top of that, the sword in the stone had glowed for him, and thus he was ascended.

Arthur stared at the paper in his hand. The sensors had detected several temporary signatures at once, all spaced out along the globe. It was so quick, so brief, they'd barely managed to snag a few of them.
But they'd finally done it.
Arthur sat in his chair, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
"How many?"
"Seven, as they said."
"I want them all collected at once so as to minimize time they could attempt to leave while waiting.. and to lessen the possibility they could cause trouble. Send several units. I have a feeling we're not the only ones looking for them."
It was hilarious in hindsight how easily they'd been able to find the 'Seven'. They were average people living average lives.
A young man living with his roommate in New York,
a young, harmless teenage girl,
even one of their very own members of the Warriors of Divine Light.
Three of the Seven Children of the Devil.

Four more had just been found.

With footsteps coming up beside him just as the door shut and the soldier departed with his orders, two pale hands covered Arthur's eyes. Letting out a soft "Guess who?" the voice was practically dripping with enthusiasm.
And something else.
"I see you've woken up, Illusion."
"Of course. A lady always wakes late to have as much beauty sleep as possible."
"You sleep too much."
"Are you calling me beautiful?"
"I'm calling you obscenely lazy."
"Owie, that hurt my feelings!"
"Please. Your preparations?"
"Almost donesies, of course. I never fail to deliver!"
"That is one of your few good qualities."
"Owie! I'm actually upset!"
The hands slid away from his eyes, but the vision in his left eye stayed dark. The eyepatch that sat neatly over his eye had taken a little bit of time to adjust to, but he was happy he'd gotten the surgery done.
Slipping around from the back of the chair, the petite form of Illusion moved into view with a movement that was almost snake-like. Her crimson eyes slid over the man's body with an amusement that betrayed her true nature. She was a monster in the body of a little girl.
Although it wasn't like she hid it.
Her pale skin reflected the light and her too-red lips opened as she continued to speak. Her vampiric fangs glinted in the light.
"How're you enjoying your new throne, King Arthur?"
"I didn't take it out of choice-"
"-but out of necessity, blah blah, of course. How're you enjoying it, though?"
Letting out a soft sigh and reaching up to rub his forehead, the man shook his head. Looking up, however, the little girl had vanished.
"It's far more trouble than it's worth."
"Ha, of course. With great power comes great responsibility, or something like that. I'll see you later, King Arthur. I have a lunch date with our favourite researcher in twenty minutes."

Arthur slowly stood from his seat, glancing down at the new blade in his sheath at his hip.
"Let's hope we can stop the world from being destroyed, Excalibur." He tapped the blade gently, and it flashed for the briefest of moments as if responding.
He left the room quickly, attending a meeting of the fellow Council Members.

"Well, well, well.. It seems like things are starting to roll into motion.. Isn't that right, Devil?"

---

Hi hi welcome to this Interest Check and let me know if you're interested! This is still a WIP- I've got plenty of stuff to share but I'm currently in the process of moving it and revamping it so for now this is just a general thing.
Essentially the premise of this roleplay is that in the year 2012 an ultimatum from the Devil himself was given to the most holy of men.
Along with an assassination of said man.

Seven random people who've lived (mostly) perfectly normal lives up until this point are suddenly marked as 'The Devil's Children' and begin to exhibit unnatural powers.
These spots are open but some are taken since people I know are joining this roleplay. However, roles aren't limited to just those characters. It's a lot easier if you ask questions if you're interested, so feel free to DM me or anything with questions you have and stuff- I promise the information will be available soon enough~

I started this roleplay up on another site a while ago and made a rerun a little more recently, but I'm retrying on Guild now because..
...
I'm overly attached to the story and want it to not die again yeah.

Please note;
If you join this roleplay, don't randomly leave. If you have to leave or back off for a bit, let me know beforehand so we can figure something out. The last run died because people randomly vanished and I don't want that to happen again.
It makes me legitimately angry so pls no.

P.S: I didn't mean to write all that stuff pls send help

This is a placeholder, not gonna lie.
Small Group + Large Group tags are dependent on the amount of people that join, honestly.

---

So the basis of the story is that a group of Seven Children- creatively known as the Seven Children- were chosen by the Devil to bring about the end of the world. These people aren't related by any means, can live anywhere on the planet, and are all likely to have never, ever met- although if you want to have some pre-existing history between characters then that's fine by me!
These are normal people living normal lives who suddenly found themselves dragged into a nightmare. The only similarity they have is their latent ability to use Magick- either naturally or given to the via the Devil's Blood, something I'll elaborate on in the future.
Or maybe not.
Honestly, who they are depends on the writer so feel free to experiment as long as it's within reasonable boundaries.
The Children's Demonic blood was awakened by one simple thing- each and every one of them has an encounter with a Supernatural entity which activates the blood in their veins. This sets off the WDL's alarm and notifies them of where the person had their blood activated.

There are three races in this universe- Humans, Non-Humans and Demons.
Humans are, well, Humans.
Non-Humans is the umbrella term for different types of Supernatural Beings- these can range from almost anything you'd want them to be.
Demons are the souls of beings that were killed and went to Hell, thus being tied to the realm for eternity. They're able to be any race- Human or Non-Human- and have their own types independent of those categories.

The two major organisations are the Warriors of Divine Light- a militarised holy group stationed worldwide with their main base of operations being a newly renovated military base just outside Vatican City in Rome.
They're comprised of almost exclusively humans and their soldiers are called 'Exorcists'- priests and warriors specialised in the purification of evil and the combat of Demonic entities.

Additional Organizations

Desperado: The second organisation, and, for now, a mystery, Desperado is a private military contractor that specialises in Supernatural threats.

The Mirage Orchestra: The 'morally good Mage' association. They're primarily involved with keeping the Human and Supernatural worlds separate, the storage of information that pertains to certain events, cleaning up after Magickal accidents and outbreaks and generally making sure the regular populace doesn't ever interact with the Magickal World. Unrelated to exorcism-centered mages.

The Horrendum Sanctaris: The polar opposite to the MO- a haven for morally skewed Mages that are in constant pursuit of power and knowledge far beyond the moral event horizon, these Mages are considered the 'evil mages' by the majority of the Magickal World and are thus persecuted greatly. However, it's also a haven for those who're shoehorned into the 'evil' side because of their standing- people born with innate skills with the darker aspects of Magecraft are often forced to join the Horrendum Sanctaris or be killed. Unrelated to exorcism-centered mages.

Keep in mind that roles in the other organisations are available but for the start of the story we’ll be focusing on the Children’s time at the WDL.
Since this is just an Interest Check there’s a lot of information missing, so feel free to DM me if you’re interested in knowing anything else!

Originally this was posted in Advanced but I've moved it to Casual instead. Just thought I'd let you guys know that, don't know why, I just feel like I'm obligated to tell.

A Tale of Seven Children [WIP for now]

My apologies for such a delayed response!
I've been super busy with the end of the year celebrations so I haven't actually been able to pop up on the site for a while or work on stuff haha.
I'll be remaking the Interest Check and moving it over to the Casual section after doing some thinking- I'll edit this with the link when it's up if you guys are still interested!

Hope you guys had happy holidays and a happy New Year!

A Tale of Seven Children [WIP for now]

"Another time, another place.
The same path walked, but a different ending written.
Do you see through to the end as I do, Darling?"

12/12/2012.
Sunset.
Vatican City, Rome.

The cataclysmic event known as 'The End of the World' has begun.
The Vatican scrambled their forces, gathered their priests and began a mass prayer to God above to save their souls.

...

And yet, nothing happened.
All was quiet.
All was still.
The Earth didn't rupture and explode.
The sky didn't spew fire and magma down upon the planet.
No dragons ripped their way through a hole in reality and tore it apart with their gnashing jaws.

The priests celebrated, the denizens of the Vatican cheered. They'd survived the Apocalypse, they'd survived the End of the World.

Their joy was cut short when, upon reporting the news to the Pope, a group of men found only his twisted, mangled corpse sitting in his bedroom, organs splayed around the room like he was a prostitute in London a few decades ago.
Along with the defiled cadaver of the Holy Pope, a letter was found, written in what was presumably his own blood.

"Your celebration is false.
The Seven are coming.
They have been chosen by Satan himself to save the world from your False God.
The Seven Children of Satan will destroy all that oppose them and bring destruction upon your wretched faith.
Humanity's time is coming to an end."

Gritting his teeth and crumpling the paper in his armoured grip, a man in his late twenties stared out the open window of the bedroom as people around him panicked, vomited and screamed.
Perched upon a rooftop a few buildings away crouched a dark figure, surrounded by feathers and darkness. It expanded its wings and stood up, easily towering above the man who stared it in the eyes.
Arthur Evangelion tossed the note to the floor and rushed over to the window, leaping out of it and, feeling his boot slam into the windowsill as he cleared it, he shot forward with a burst of magickal energy that rocketed him through the air like a human-shaped bullet.
The thing's black face split apart and jagged white teeth glinted in the light of the setting sun. The wings from its back unfurled fully, exposing the awfully human form they'd been concealing. The black, feathery skin turned to a dark shade of brown- tanned from long hours in the sun. Two blue eyes, icy and sharp, sat in the Demon's face. Arthur landed on one roof, shooting himself from building to building with the ease of a man who'd done it thousands of times.
After all, he had.

Gripping the blade at his side, he leaped one last time to land on the building beside the monster. As his foot touched the tiling he gripped the hilt of his blade and yanked it free with a slash that carried the entirety of his momentum with it. Narrowing his eyes, he skidded to a stop just in time.
The edge of his sword was pressed against the creature's throat.
A long, sharp, thin blade protruded from somewhere inside the beast's right wing, pressing against his face. He felt the tip of the needle-like weapon pressing against the eyelid he'd barely managed to shut in time, a tiny trickle of blood beginning to wet his skin. The man before him smiled widely, the same sharp fangs filling his mouth just as they had before.

"Almost."
"There will be no more deaths this day."
"I would certainly hope not, Sir Arthur."
"Why did you come here?"
"To deliver a message."
"And?"
"To set something in motion."
"Those children?"
"Perhaps."
Cursing under his breath, Arthur lowered his sword and stepped back. If he'd moved an inch closer, he'd have lost his eye and stepped directly into the field of ice the creature had generated below their feet. On top of that, he swore he'd seen electricity crackling between the Demon's fingers.

"Reaver. A pleasure to meet you."
"There is no time for pleasantries now."
"I will be taking my leave, Arthur, but we will meet again. Trust me."
"I trust no monster in human skin."

With a curt bow, the Demon spun on its heels and walked away, vanishing into a flock of crows that soared through the sky and off into the distance. "That explains the entrance."
Turning back to the open window, Arthur let out a long sigh as he slid his blade neatly back into his sheath.
He'd known this would happen, that something was coming. His intuition was never wrong. He hadn't lived this long in a world full of child-eating demons and murderous monsters by being stupid.
The Pope, however, didn't believe him when he demanded that he seek shelter.
"God will protect me", he'd said.
Arthur shot back over to the room rooftop by rooftop.
God didn't keep his end of the deal, apparently.

---

12/12/2013
Unknown.
Vatican City, Rome.
Headquarters of the Warriors of Divine Light.

So much had happened in a year, and Arthur was in a daze for most of it. A replacement Pope was voted on- himself. As a veteran Exorcist and one of the closest confidants to the Pope, Arthur was the perfect choice. An exemplary man of talent, knowledge and undeniable power, he was the perfect man to become the Archknight- head of the Exorcists of the Warriors of Divine Light.
On top of that, the sword in the stone had glowed for him, and thus he was ascended.

Arthur stared at the paper in his hand. The sensors had detected several temporary signatures at once, all spaced out along the globe. It was so quick, so brief, they'd barely managed to snag a few of them.
But they'd finally done it.
Arthur sat in his chair, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
"How many?"
"Seven, as they said."
"I want them all collected at once so as to minimize time they could attempt to leave while waiting.. and to lessen the possibility they could cause trouble. Send several units. I have a feeling we're not the only ones looking for them."
It was hilarious in hindsight how easily they'd been able to find the 'Seven'. They were average people living average lives.
A young man living with his roommate in New York,
a young, harmless teenage girl,
even one of their very own members of the Warriors of Divine Light.
Three of the Seven Children of the Devil.

Four more had just been found.

With footsteps coming up beside him just as the door shut and the soldier departed with his orders, two pale hands covered Arthur's eyes. Letting out a soft "Guess who?" the voice was practically dripping with enthusiasm.
And something else.
"I see you've woken up, Illusion."
"Of course. A lady always wakes late to have as much beauty sleep as possible."
"You sleep too much."
"Are you calling me beautiful?"
"I'm calling you obscenely lazy."
"Owie, that hurt my feelings!"
"Please. Your preparations?"
"Almost donesies, of course. I never fail to deliver!"
"That is one of your few good qualities."
"Owie! I'm actually upset!"
The hands slid away from his eyes, but the vision in his left eye stayed dark. The eyepatch that sat neatly over his eye had taken a little bit of time to adjust to, but he was happy he'd gotten the surgery done.
Slipping around from the back of the chair, the petite form of Illusion moved into view with a movement that was almost snake-like. Her crimson eyes slid over the man's body with an amusement that betrayed her true nature. She was a monster in the body of a little girl.
Although it wasn't like she hid it.
Her pale skin reflected the light and her too-red lips opened as she continued to speak. Her vampiric fangs glinted in the light.
"How're you enjoying your new throne, King Arthur?"
"I didn't take it out of choice-"
"-but out of necessity, blah blah, of course. How're you enjoying it, though?"
Letting out a soft sigh and reaching up to rub his forehead, the man shook his head. Looking up, however, the little girl had vanished.
"It's far more trouble than it's worth."
"Ha, of course. With great power comes great responsibility, ore something like that. I'll see you later, King Arthur. I have a lunch date with our favourite researcher in twenty minutes."

Arthur slowly stood from his seat, glancing down at the new blade in his sheath at his hip.
"Let's hope we can stop the world from being destroyed, Excalibur." He tapped the blade gently, and it flashed for the briefest of moments as if responding.
He left the room quickly, attending a meeting of the fellow Council Members.

"Well, well, well.. It seems like things are starting to roll into motion.. Isn't that right, Devil?"

---

Hi hi welcome to this Interest Check and let me know if you're interested! This is still a wip- I've got plenty of stuff to share but I'm currently in the process of moving it and revamping it so for now this is just a general thing.
Essentially the premise of this roleplay is that in the year 2012 an ultimatum from the Devil himself was given to the most holy of men.
Along with an assassination of said man.

Seven random people who've lived perfectly normal lives up until this point are suddenly marked as 'the Devil's Children' and begin to exhibit unnatural powers.
These spots are open but some are taken since people I know are joining this roleplay. However, roles aren't limited to just those characters. It's a lot easier if you ask questions if you're interested, so feel free to DM me or anything with questions you have and stuff- I promise the information will be available soon enough~

I started this roleplay up on another site a while ago and made a rerun a little more recently, but I'm retrying on Guild now because..
...
I'm overly attached to the story and want it to not die again yeah.

Please note;
If you join this roleplay, don't randomly leave. If you have to leave or back off for a bit, let me know beforehand so we can figure something out. The last run died because people randomly vanished and I don't want that to happen again.
It makes me legitimately angry so pls no.

P.S: I didn't mean to write all that stuff pls send help

This is a placeholder, not gonna lie.
Small Group + Large Group tags are dependent on the amount of people that join, honestly.
Casual and Advanced tags because, really, I don't want to make people miss out because they feel like they can't keep up.
Am I a nice cool kid yet???

There's tags I wanted to add but the tag limit wouldn't let me and I'm salty about it.

I'm gonna submit this now and go to bed because it's 1 am and please send help

EDIT: changed some tags around becAUSE ECHO IS A NERD

The Runes (In Need of Players!)

Amity's ears rang.
Somehow she'd ended up on the floor.
The entire building was.. on fire..?
When did that even happen...?

Right.
An explosion.
The others had charged in behind her.. but they were gone now?
It had thrown her across the room, and she'd slammed into a large piece of sharp.. something.
No.
Looking down at her stomach, Amity noticed the giant piece of metal piercing through her gut. It was something from the kitchen, she figured, something that had exploded and shot conveniently towards her.
It hurt.

Of course it hurt, Amity, it was a giant piece of metal jutting from your stomach.
Gritting her teeth and pulling herself upwards, Amity let out a pained yelp as she fell forward.
The skin on her back was practically melted.
Flames burned brightly around her, the entire house lit up like a fireworks exhibit. Amity felt the heat, sweating from it, her eyes watering and sizzling a little in their sockets.

It. Hurt.
It. Really. Fucking. Hurt.
Amity reached forward, grabbing the floor and jamming her burnt fingers into it to rip herself across the ground. The kitchen had been the epicenter of the blast. That's why she'd taken a hit.
Several hits, actually, but she barely noticed. Her lungs burned as she breathed in flames, choking herself on the heat.
That's it.
Get as much pain as possible.
Fill yourself with it.

That Jotun is your kill.
No matter how much pain you feel.
No matter how much agony you're in.
No matter if your body is breaking apart.
That Jotun is your kill.

Gritting her teeth, Amity let the pain mix with the anger. With a scream that built up in her burning lungs as she staggered to her feet, a monstrous scream ripped itself from her vocal cords and filled the air louder than the crackling of the fire.
She took a step, numb to everything except the pain, and then took another.
Her leg snapped as the fracture it had sustained from the blast turned into a break, but Amity simply roared and stomped hard on the floor, rocking the entire building and forcing herself to move.
Unfortunately, the bone now jutted out from her shin like a spike.

Another step, another, Amity heaved and panted like an animal. Her entire body was now coated in flames.
She was blinded by rage.
Also by fire, but that's not relevant to her.

Where was the Jotun?!

Amity noticed her sword on the floor beside her and she grabbed it, letting out a pained noise like that of an injured animal as the searing metal branded itself on her palm.
She gripped it tightly.
The hilt crunched under her grip, snapping from the immense force.

Amity's healing was fighting off the flames, her body constantly burning and healing and burning again and again in an endless, painful cycle.
She sniffed.
She smelled the Jotun, saw where it had evacuated the burning house.
She tossed her sword through the hole, watching it slam into the Jotun's palm and sink deep into the ground below it, effectively pinning the thing to the floor.
Amity quickly did a self-check.
It didn't look good.
Left leg, broken.
Spine, injured.
Left arm, shattered in several places.
Face, burned and scarred and still twisted with animosity.
The pain was almost overwhelming.

She could work with these odds.

Amity leaped.

She crashed through the same hole the Jotun did, slamming into the ground still ablaze and pulling herself to her feet. Her body, still ablaze, glowed a bright red that seemed utterly unnatural. The fire had burnt msot of her clothing right off, exposing her skin except in the place she'd prefer nobody else saw.
Convenient.
Like the Jotun, Amity's body was crisscrossed with lines but hers were of bright crimson that started from the Rune on her stomach and covered the rest of her form like cracks that bled scarlet light. The Berserker took a quick look around and snarled, launching herself at the Jotun as it swiped at Oren and tackling it away from her. Amity rolled, eventually managing to grab the Jotun's throat and slam it into the ground beneath her. Gritting her teeth tightly, Amity pulled back with inhuman speed and slammed her clenched, bloody fist into the Jotun's nose with enough force to push it's skull back into the concrete below it and shatter the ground it hit. She lifted her fist again, slamming the Jotun's face full of rage-fulled punches and strangling it at the same time.
Taking a moment to stop, the shockwave wind from her punches having essentially put the fire engulfing her out, Amity leaped away and grabbed the Jotun's leg at the same time, yanking it through the air and over her head to slam it face-first into the concrete. Her hands sizzled painfully as she clutched the thing's burning limb, pulling it back over her head and slamming it into the concrete again. The ground shattered below it with each throw and Amity grinned savagely.

She slammed the Jotun into the floor again, its body still billowing with flames before she let go of the Jotun's leg and stood up, savagely stomping on the thing's face over and over again, strong enough to push it into the ground below them. Panting hard, Amity reached down and pulled the piece of metal from her chest. It was slow at first, but she needed to act quickly.

She screamed as she wrenched the piece of metal from her stomach, blood splattering across the pavement and glowing slightly before dulling. Amity hurriedly slammed the piece of metal into the Jotun's own stomach, pushing down on it until it slid deep into the thing's body and stayed there. Stepping backwards, she felt her broken bones intruding upon her rage-filled consciousness and winced a little, the fire in her eyes dying just a little as she began to feel the effects of her body overexerting itself.
This was probably the longest she'd fought a Jotun for- the fire had come out of absolutely nowhere for her and she'd never expected an Ice Giant to burn her clothes almost all off.
First time for everything, she supposed.

Gritting her teeth, Amity lumbered away and sank to her knees, her body finally giving in on her. She was absolutely drained, the fire having chewed up the majority of her healing abilities and the broken bones were only just starting to repair themselves as she crouched there. She didn't know if the Jotun was dead or not, but she was sure she'd given the thing a good run for its money.
Like nobody else probably could.

She bowed her head, panting hard and loud as she reached up and touched her face softly. The burns were already fading, which was good, but her Berserker rage was already leaving her.
Swallowing painfully, Amity coughed up a bit of blood and wiped her mouth.
"Go grab the thing, Oren.."
Her voice was soft and gravelly, pained.
She'd done her job.
Now they just had to make sure the thing wasn't going to escape.

---

Kana listened to Gael idly, her eyes focused on the show down the road.
Then there was a rather loud explosion.
"That wouldn't be enough by far."

Watching Gael get giddy with excitement and probably hunger as well, Kana chuckled to herself a little. Taking the candy offered to her, Kana bit it apart and swallowed it- stick included. Her eyes were still trained on the show down down by the house.

"The real show starts now, little brother."
The faintest of grins.

And then a burning monster lunged out of the house, got tripped over, took a swipe at a Rune, and then was promptly tackled and beaten up by yet another burning monster. Kana watched Amity toss the Jotun around like a ragdoll, screaming and roaring all the while.
She'd been waiting to see the redhead's true colours in person.
It was breathtaking how much of a monster she really was.
"That one's mine, Niddy, so please don't eat her even if she absolutely reeks of sins, but yes, the entertainment was great." Kana giggled to herself, letting her oversized tongue flop out of her mouth and wiggle a little before she slurped it up, licked her lips slowly, and then slurped it into her mouth. Cracking her neck, Kana took a step away from the wall and narrowed her eyes.
Something else smelled around here.
Her eyes narrowed.

It smelled like.. dog?
The scent was faint, very faint, but it was still there.
Kana instinctively hated it.
Part of her wanted to go check it out, but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to stop herself from spitting at whatever carried it.
She hated dogs, you see.
Clearing her throat, Kana watched the fun down the road die down before reaching over and ruffling Gael's hair energetically.
"It's like an anime. I'm surprised nobody died.
Oh, wait, plenty of people died.
Ah, but if you die in the prologue, you mustn't be very important anyway, right? That's how anime works.
Cheap deaths to pull on heartstrings or progress the plot. Shame this isn't an anime..
... Is it..?!"
Kana whirled around, trying to catch a camera watching them. She turned her head to look behind her.. and kept going like her name was Regan and she was trying to unnerve some priests.
"I'd advise waiting a little while before going in to feed. There's a very keen-eyed person keeping watch over the site. They smell delicious, so I might eat them later, but for now I'm a good hero and I won't. For now. It all depends on if they increase my Affinity Bar to 100% before starting the final quest, y'know?
Y'don't know?
Nevermind then, buddy."

Grinning from ear to ear, Kana watched as her favourite human in the world kneeled on the floor and barely held onto consciousness.
If she want in now..
Kana drooled a little, but reached up and wiped her mouth.
Not just yet.
But eventually..
She'd be delicious and Kana would enjoy her thoroughly.

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A flare shot up into the sky, illuminating the heavens above with a crimson glow.
Amity stopped in her tracks, a slowly spreading grin on her face. Flicking her eyes down away from the flare, she caught sight of the others down the road she stood on. She pressed her foot into the ground, shooting down the street with enough speed to leave a tailwind before she hit the ground and slammed her fist into it. She skidded to a stop, sliding past Makorai and leaving a long hole in the ground where she'd jammed her fist. She paused for a moment, watching the house. She'd arrived just in time to hear a gun go off.. a shotgun?
There were people inside.
Growling deep in her throat and straightening herself up, Amity dropped her giant weapon with an incredibly loud clanging noise that echoed around the area. She parted her jaws, dropping the sword clenched between her teeth onto the floor as well before tossing the blade in her left hand into her right and gave a loud, affirmative grunt before shooting forward into the now-burning building. She cleared the area quickly, taking a deep breath-
People.
And a J-
"JotunJotunJotunJotunJotun-
No, now's.. nnnnnot the tt-ttimmmmeee.. save.. sssssavv-vve- peop-ple..
Save. People. Save. People. Save. People. Jotun. Save. Peopl- Jotu-PEOPLE.
SAVE. PEOPLE. SAVE-THE-PEOPLE. SAVE-THE-PEOPLE-IGNORE-THE-JJJJJJJJJJ-
J O T U N.
IGNORE.
J O T U N J O T U N.
IGNORE THE STUPID THING.
J O T U N J O T U N J O T U N.
I SAID IGNORE IT!"

She shot up the steps and through the front door, following her nose as she dived through the house. She bared her teeth as the scent of Jotun grew thicker and thicker and, eventually, Amity skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Her eyes shot open as she immediately shot over to the Jotun and, while it was still recovering, booted it violently over to the nearby wall. It didn't go through, but the thing would've smacked into the wall hard enough to crack it. Panting hard as rage boiled through her veins, Amity was ignorant of the fire around her. Turning to the lady, her crimson eyes glowed brightly as they reflected the fire.
"Take.. your kids.. run. Now! Friends.. are outside." Her eye twitched as she spoke, struggling to force her mouth to form the words she needed to say, speaking between haggard breaths from the effort of forcing her brain to work. Immediately after, however, she turned back to the Jotun and gripped her sword in both hands, feeling a feral screech building itself up in her throat as her eyes locked onto the form of the Jotun.
Holding it back and doubling over a little, Amity's eyes glowed violently in the fire-coated room.
"Why.. are you.. even... here.. JotUN?!" She roared the final word, her rage-filled scream echoing off of the walls as her grip on her weapon increased- almost cracking the hilt between her fingers as her knuckles turned white.

She didn't care that the house was turning to a flaming wreck around her. Her eyes were focused firmly on the Jotun before her.

---

Kana stepped out onto the grounds of the Blessed's lovely mansion, making a face as she took a deep sniff. Shrugging her shoulders, she quite casually sauntered out of the base. There was a lovely scent on her tongue, actually, brought to her by one of the many thousands of tiny little snakes that sat around the city. Humming to herself, Kana looked back over her shoulder with a small smile.
Almost every room in the mansion was now host to a nice little snake, barely visible to the human eye and definitely not visible to any security cameras. She gave the camera nearby a wave, wondering if Mitch was watching, before skipping over to the nearest wall and leaping over it. Waltzing over to a nearby car, she yanked the door open and sat down inside.
Reaching over to pull out her phone, she clicked her fingers and the driver nodded, immediately taking off down the road towards the smell of.. something. Humming to herself, Kana flopped around in the backseat several times before making a noise. The only car going towards the attack was pretty conspicious. Sitting up, she gave the driver a grin.
"I'll call ya later babe, got some buseeneesh to attend to, ya feel me, homedawg? Yeah? Yeah! Nice, have a good day, your horns are nice and sparkly today!" She gave the driver a grin, sliding out of the nearby window and rolling across the asphalt. Brushing herself off as the driver quickly got out of there, Kana pulled her phone from her pocket. Dialing a number quickly, she licked her lips excitedly and watched the commotion at the end of the street.
"Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyy buuddyyyyyyy. I'd like ya ta do two thingies for me, mhmmm~ First, I'd like you to, uh.. leave a meeting remind with the upset guy. Secondly, I'd like you to book a nice suite for me- just one night. No big deal, promise, something upper class and fancy. The casino? Something likely very busy and very not likely to be attacked. Okay, thaaankies! Byebye! Sayonara! Arrrrivederci! Tschuss! Awh, no, you hang up first! No, no, you! You~! Psh, you're such a cutie. I could just gobble you up- literally! I'd totally eat you whole! Huh? No, no, that's a compliment! Ciao!" Slipping the phone back into her pocket, Kana skipped over to the nearest wall and slammed herself against it with a grin.
"Dinner and a show, eh?" The pale girl looked up for a moment, leaning casually against the wall and closing her eyes.

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'Kana frontflipped through the window of the room everyone was conveniently in and proceeded to cause major worry before being escorted out and Amity shot a door off its hinges because whoa strong female character and then they had a meeting and suddenly shit went down.'
Very vague but also pretty accurate tl;dr from my perspective.
I mean Kana's and Amity's.
All three really.

I get what you mean by college though @CollectorOfMyst

so whoa

so hi hello hola guten tag konnichiwa everyone
i'm not multilingual but i'm getting there ok

so my name is Kuro and despite my lack of grammar and stuff here i promise that i'm actually legitimately good at roleplaying seen as though i've been doing it for around 8ish years by now or something.
lost track honestly.

i go by the term 'lazy advanced literate' because unless the situation calls for it i write like this and am generally a lazy little..
.. thing.
so, uh, i forgot to say i joined because i've been here for quite a while now and stuff.
if you have doubts about my literacy go and check out my character's sheets in The Runes (not sponsored i swear)
Jormungandr was fun for me ily Kana
anyway uh..

so i'm australian and therefore will be asleep most of the time you 'muricans are awake and also i'm from the future whoa don't ask me any questions or it'll break the timespace continuum
i'm open to any type of roleplay honest because i like to write but i do have a limit on how many stories i take part in because i'm currently working on a rather large irl project and naturally that takes precedence because i need money to not die and therefore it makes sense to want to get money ya feel me?
stop feeling me, it's weird

if you have any questions or stuff that's what this forum is for i think
also hello people i love you have a good day and be safe

praise the sun

An Old Hand on A New Site.

why hello there person I've definitely never met before ever in my existence on this planet how are you
don't mind my lack of literacy because you definitely know better mwahaha
anyway welcome to Guild and willkommen dear friend!

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Everyone loves Kana I'm so happy.
Kana: I'm happy too! Lots of new friends to- to not eat! Yeah, whoo! Who likes chicken wings?! I like chicken wings!