ExplloTaylor swift's "you belong with me" plays in the background as gay hunter finds himself dating a prissy Angel, the two reuniting in the end and renouncing their TRU love
lmao jk ANGEL IS TWELVE
THIS WOULD BE ILLEGAL
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Spawnling said
*not like that*
Of course not Heika is canon OTP
no but for real Hunter and Angel would be so boss as a duo,, too fuckin op mate
Whoops, sorry for the inconvenience but as it turns out, this RP is not what I was looking for. So, I'm dropping it.
Thank you for the acceptance, though
Thank you for the acceptance, though
tbh i based eika's design off of spawn's
Spawnling said
The only way I'd consider it would be if all the artists here joined in. I've already got my own webcomic project, I don't need another to solo.
tbh this is the first time ive done comics so
"Hello," she greeted, to which the demon cheerfully waved via claw not on the gate. She continued to politely ask them to stop their shenanigans involving the gate rattling to which the demon replied with a stop, raising it's clawed arm and apologizing, "Oh, my bad, my bad! I just wanted to call you guys out, you know! Of course I wouldn't want to get hurt, no way, no way!" A laugh escaped the mask, before stopping and with a hand ushering the small girl. "But yes," he directed with a wave of a claw, "Do feel free to ask questions."
She listed three out in a list and at first there was a pause. The clack of nail against solid clay seemed to echo much louder than it should have, the demon pondering on the responses before finally-
"Alright, so sorry if I get this order wrong princess. But-" the Noh mask coughed as though clearing it's throat- "I'm not here to eat you, don't worry. I was sent from HQ, you know. Apparently a few students stayed back to fight- which is very admirable by the way!- and they sent me to get you guys safe. Which-" it's dark figure shuffled, at an attempt of a human shrug- "onto the second subject, no. I'm afraid I'm not quite strong enough to call forth an army, even with demons as weak as earlier." It seemed to interrupt itself, interjecting with an additional, "And by the way! That is rather rude to think I wanted to eat you all! See, I'm very much a hardcore vegetarian and I wouldn't hope you force such demonic stereotypes upon me. Okay?"
The mask tilted to the side, which was cute in it's own weird way, soothing pheromones almost seeping out of the black robes. "Ah," noted the demon, "As for the last question. I'm afraid we're strangers, little halfa. My name is Nuisance. Nice to meet you!"
Ixion Farbright
"Mm okay," tried to assure the blue haired idiot, too late as Ase had already left. His body still felt very cold, but admittedly much better. Anyone could say what they wanted, but the Biting Belladonna was very good at her job. So good in fact, that Ixion was already starting to push himself off the bed. There really did seem to be a demon, and loverboyHunter over there even already had his weapon out. He needed Lady, he decided as he struggled to stand, his head throbbing. He took deep breaths again, his hold around the stone Ase'd given him tightening.
His clouded head starting to brighten, Ixion made his way back to the table he'd rested Lady Whiplash on, struggling to strap it on his arm. Everything was so disoriented, he noted at each sound clip, "What the hell's wrong?" At first, equipping Lady seemed unfamiliar, too, but upon finishing the straps, found that everything was suddenly back to normal. The teen's head was on straight, his breathing became a bit more even, and it was comfortable to be in his own skin. It'd been the first time in his eighteen years of life he'd encountered such a strong demonic energy, he noted, making his way back to the group, the sound of Lady Whiplash opening slicing through the air. There were only a handful of demon teachers in the Main Academy, and they seemed to hide their pressure well enough. Or was it something else?
Shaking his head of cluttering thoughts, the blue haired teen made his way towards the blonde sniper, making sure his footsteps were loud so as not to surprise the guy. Tapping Hunter's shoulder, Ixion suggested, "Hey, I got this. Why don't you head up? Besides. Ase's my partner. Might as well be responsible for her." He only shared a few classes with the Archer given their difference in class rank, but from what Ixion remembered observing, the guy was much better when on a bit of a raised platform.
Blue eyes flickered from the disabled demon to the healing wound, a wave of warmth rushing into his shoulder. It was as though Angel was soaking in a warm bath after a hard day of training, with no worry for having to finish soon. Sel'Ar stopped and pulled away, glancing from his fading bruise to his eyes, asking a timid, "B-better?"
Stretching out his arm, Angel was pleased to see it really was better, no hint of pain felt in any small exercise. "Yeah," he said with a grin, "Much better! Man, Sel'Ar," he jeered, lightly punching her on the side of her arm, "You look pretty cool when you're healing people!" He seemed to stop, however, as a commotion arose in the vicinity. With the speed of an energetic twelve-year-old, the blonde boy took to heading around his wheelchair bound partner, tucking it backwards into the shadows where, hopefully, the two wouldn't be seen. After all, Angel had just healed and wasn't sure if his bowing capabilities were up to par and Sel'Ar... well, Sel'Ar was Sel'Ar.
Reaching a curious head around the corner, Angel whispered, "There's a guy at the gate," his ski slope nose furrowing as his eyes squinted into focus. "I think? There're other people, too. Yeah, no, there is a guy at the gate-" his line of vision had cleared with a bit of shuffling amongst the gathering's end- "He's just... standing there, though." Pausing, Angel pulled himself away and took a seat beside Sel'Ar's parked vehicle, at the same time shuffling inside his pocket and pulling out three slips of unused magic circles. He still didn't know how his healed arm worked, and he was too tired from having kept out the earlier demon that carried his partner around prior to finding the wheelchair. At the thought of another threat, it seemed as the whole day's weariness finally fell over Angel's being. He didn't even want to fight anymore. He just wanted a nap.
"God," he groaned, pulling his knees closer to his chest and burying his head between them. The blonde sat like that for a while, breathing slowly and evenly, though minor spasms here and there showed that he was, no doubt, crying silently. He was, even beyond the skills and bravado, only twelve. Angel wiped his head side to side on his sleeves first before raising his head, the usually pale corners of his eyes and nose tinted with pink. His face was back into their usual annoyed glare, his arms reaching back to his case and pulling out Maria. Still seated, he looked up to Sel'Ar and asked, "Are you sure everything works straight up properly? I can't have my arm fucking suddenly spazzing on me and shit mid-bow."
Long dark lashes fluttered at the abrupt meeting, a hand rising over his mouth as he thought aloud, "Well. Rather introverted isn't he?"
Daniel turned instead to Stanley, offering a smile and a shrug, commenting with, "Well, it seems so. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. He seems friendly enough." There was a pause before the taller male shrugged and sheepishly added with, "in his own way." His eyes turned then to the girl that'd decided to join the sausage fest, raising a notepad. Offering a large smile, Daniel answered, "Well, not much seems to be happening here, it seems."
A light laugh escaped his lips as he tucked a bit of his slightly damp hair behind his ear. "Our new neighbor doesn't seem too keen in visitors," said Daniel as he started to walk off, turning slightly as he started, "I'm just about to head out and help Jin with watering the plants. Would you like to join me?" He paused then straightening as he covered his mouth shaped in a small o of shock. "Ah, but you don't have to, of course," he assured. "It is almost lunch time, isn't it? I wouldn't want you two to work rather than eat."
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the -
FUCK
Andy sat up straight, spitting out the spoon that'd been forced in his mouth. He had been frozen from surprise, shock, indignation, fear. Who does that? Who just ups and strolls into people's fucking homes like that? Who just straight up shoves spoons in other people's mouths? What the fuck?!
Breathing heavily, Andy reached a hand over his chest, trying to even out his breathing. He felt suddenly rather closed in, the bandages covering him seemed to tighten as thought trying to suffocate him. In frustration he hurriedly ripped off the one around his arm, barely slipping out of it before clawing at his throat with one hand, the other ripping away the bandage on his forehead. Covered in unwrapped gauze, the brunette wandered around his apartment aimlessly, heading first to his balcony and locking it, tugging at the curtains and shutting them, an immediate darkness covering his home. As though walking on air, he made his way towards the rooms and shut the windows there as well, flicking on any open light shut, surrounding himself in comforting cool darkness.
Reaching for his phone- he didn't have many familiar contacts, a few being some of the tenants and the others being clients- Andy called for a familiar friend only to reach voicemail. Fighting back a retch, Andy put his phone aside, heading back to his pile of pillows. By now his bandages had fallen off completely, strewn across his apartment and revealing the bruises and scars around his neck, the sloppy tattoos on his being. Staring at the pillows Andy shook, quickly rearranging them before completely tossing them aside. The pile reminded him too much of the invasion.
Giving up on the pillows, he made his way instead towards the small room, pulling out the futon as well as a blanket, curling himself up instead. Everything itched. Just calm down, he told himself inwardly, shutting his eyes. Fall asleep. Forget.
Long blue hair billowed out behind a tan figure, the speed at which similarly blue rollerblade wheels spun causing a clatter amongst the stone streets. Windy greeted children heading home with a large smile, waving enthusiastically as they called his name. Turning on his heel, he made his way to a window on the street, the smell of Arom's waters filling his lungs. It was, by now, a familiar smell to Windy, but there were always spots with stronger scents than others.
Raising a slender, tan arm and knocking gently on the window, Windy scooted back and waited patiently, pulling out a small packet and a slip of paper as he waited patiently. The window opened, the face greeting him being that of a woman with six eyes, each one blinking separately. Windy smiled and rolled himself closer, stretching out thin arms and offering the packet and paper, to which the woman squeaked in response. "Oh! Thank you! I thought I would never get it," said the woman, her voice a mix of violin strings being plucked and the clatter of falling pebbles, her sharp teeth crashing against one another. Taking hold of the packet, the woman fussed, "Oh, wait, hold on, let me get you a tip- and I need a pen, too- oh!"
Windy had procured a pen from his knapsack, to which the woman thanked him for as she reached for it. Signing her name, she gave the delivery boy back his pen as well as the bill, rushing inside for a moment before arriving once more and handing a rather hefty tip. "Thank you so much again, you angel," chirped the woman before waving as Windy headed off, skating past darkening skies, street lamps clicking on and illuminating the clear waters. The rattle of wheels against uneven ground was a comforting sound in the slowly emptying streets, stray persons wandering as they headed home, to work, or simply for a walk.
Arriving once more at the florist, Windy was greeted by darkness, his boss no doubt having closed up shop already. He reached out to the bell by the counter and tapped it thrice, in a code that announced his arrival before slipping off the knapsack, the florist's logo embellished brightly on it's side. Resting it over the counter, Windy rang the bell once more, this time only twice, stating that he was heading out. The owner never minded what Windy was up to after work hours, and Windy always enjoyed a night stroll throughout the dark nights of Arom.
As the boy made his way throughout the streets, his eyes wandered the skies, his hand reaching up to undo the ponytail he brandished while working, letting loose a flurry of unruly blue hair. Windy's eyes glanced down in alarm at the hint of movement, turning himself just in time to evade a straggler of a cat. Doing so, however, made him lose his balance, and before he knew it, Windy crashed against a man grumbling about platinum. His mouth opened and closed without sound, a hand rising to rub at his tan nose while the other waved in apology, his golden eyes lifting to the hooded man and trying to explain that it was all an accident in a matter of sign language.
"Thank you, thank you so much, Jonah, sir," said a one-eyed girl, her sentence choked between tears. As the blonde potion-maker observed her, he couldn't help but wonder exactly how so much liquid could come out of one eye. She continued to blubber on, thick, yellow painted fingers clinging to a vial and holding it close to her chest as she weeped.
Jonah knew exactly how to respond to situations such as so, reaching a long arm and petting the cyclops girl on her head. "It's alright," he said, in his sickeningly gentle voice, his yellow eyes glittering under the artificial light, "Just be sure he doesn't see you until next week. You'll have the money by then, right?"
"I'll have to money even sooner, if you want," sniffled the girl, whose tears only continued to pour at the potions master's gentle touch. Again, she repeated, "Thank you, thank you-"
"Right well," said Jonah, cutting her off, "It's getting late. You should get going then now, alright?" To which the one eyed girl nodded, rising from her seat as she continued to cry and thanking him before heading out the door, using her shirt to wipe at the waterfall that was her face.
The blonde haired man sighed as he sank into his seat, his head leaning back, hands rising to wipe at his exhausted face. It was one of his more popular potions that the girl wanted, one involving turning themselves into their ideal idea of beauty. It was second only to an actual love potion, though from what Jonah gathered, attractiveness was more for acceptance and popularity rather than straight up love. "Kai!" he called, his right hand rubbing at his temple, "Do me a favour and head out?" = "Find me a person to sleep with tonight."
He slowly pulled himself up to a walk, heading to the door first and lock it before starting towards the rest of the house. His backdoor entrance was usually what he used when tending to customers, set up almost shop-like if not for stray pieces of cloth here and there. At first Jonah cared about cleanliness and care, but after his name on a bottle was official enough for people to believe that he was legit, he stopped keeping up appearances. In fact, contrary to him going to them, they started to come to him. There was a feeling in the cursed man's blood that it was somehow a bad idea for business to be so good, but he shook it off to paranoia.
"I'll be heading out for the beauty ingredients," he called out as he rummaged through pile of clothes to search for a coat, "So I can't do it myself. Oh, and while you're at it, maybe grab some dinner along the way? You can pick anything you want."
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