Trying to think back to class earlier, I knew we went over Devil/Imp relations, but I had been too focused on the girl in front of me.
You awaken with a major headache, with your surroundings blurry, but you stand anyways. As your vision clears, you realize that you're not home, or anywhere you recognize for that matter. You look where you were once laying to see a black, fire-outlined imprint of your body on the ground, with nothing but a single, rusted weapon beside the charred spot you "appeared" from. You hear a growl- not like any animal, but like a human's vocal chords being used with the least amount of humanity possible. Turning to face the sound's supposed origin, you see a young boy. Maybe twelve in age. You wave a greeting in hopes to figure out what happened. In response, the boy cocks his head to the side, frowns, and echos the previous growl, with his face twisting in a horrid motion that makes him seem less like a human and more like Venom from the Spider-Man series.
<Snipped quote by Rogue Colm>
I'm just saying that I would send the texts to each of you. I will never take control of your characters actions... Unless you take over a week to respond.