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Sebastian could feel the man looking at him, and suddenly felt it hard to breathe. Another patient's sudden yelling caused him to jump, grab his head protectively and start shaking. This was probably the first thing his friend had been wrong on, he was going to absolutely hate it here.
As much as he loved the town, Jadran had to admit that it wasn't always the most convenient place. Demons tended to love the heat of deserts, which made sure his job was never done. Luckily, the town was too small for Hell to really try and claim back, so he never had to deal with full on battles. Whenever he saw the abominations, he got personally offended. After all, he personally helped liberate the town, and he would be damned if they were going to take it back. Up ahead, there was a group of them - Low tier, barely worth his time. He wasn't even sure if they had sentience, or if they were just mindless slaves for the higher ups. He would even feel a bit bad about killing them, and thought about just sending them back to hell in some binds. But that would require getting deeper into their territory, which he didn't feel safe doing. He killed them well before they had a chance to strike back, and the action sent a pillar of light up into the sky and a small wave on energy to be released, only managing to kick up some dust. It must have been a common sight by now, especially in areas like this.
A guard grabbed Sebastian's arm and took him from his room, bringing him into the room with all the others and seating him. If he hadn't heard the announcement to bring everyone to group therapy, he would have had no idea where he was, and it would have been much better that way. While he couldn't see them, he was aware that other people were in the room, and he started getting anxious.
Sebastian sat in the car, grabbing the fabric of his shirt to try and alleviate the shaking in his hands."...Do you....really think this is the right thing to do...?" His words were barely audible, his quiet voice facing the window. "Don't you trust me? Of course I do. You'll get time to calm down, and in turn your spirits will be less restless." His mentor explained, "You'll be fine, I promise." "....Okay." He wanted to argue but didn't feel he really had a say in the matter, at this point.
They pulled up to the hospital, and there was a moment of stillness before the two got out, the younger grabbing his bags. Along with the guard, his friend escorted him to the door. "Goodbye, Sebastian." "...Yeah." He felt more and more insecure as his friend walked away, being escorted inside. Once left to his own he did nothing, just continued standing in the center of his room. This was a new, unfamiliar and frightening place. He would have to get used to the layout of the entire building, while worrying about any stray spirits in the meantime.
They pulled up to the hospital, and there was a moment of stillness before the two got out, the younger grabbing his bags. Along with the guard, his friend escorted him to the door. "Goodbye, Sebastian." "...Yeah." He felt more and more insecure as his friend walked away, being escorted inside. Once left to his own he did nothing, just continued standing in the center of his room. This was a new, unfamiliar and frightening place. He would have to get used to the layout of the entire building, while worrying about any stray spirits in the meantime.
yeah, he's not going to be very happy.
Sometimes, Lars fought for money. Sometimes, he fought for the pure satisfaction of breaking some heads. This time, it was the latter. He would walk around, picking some humans that looked too smug, too confident, and start actively trying to piss them off. No matter if his taunting worked or not, he always made sure it ended in a fight. He didn't care if it was one way or not. Often times, this form of stress relief would take care of a hundred humans. It wasn't much, but he couldn't get too many before some superiors started to take notice. He didn't really understand why humans found a problem with it. As far as he was concerned, he was doing them a favor! Taking out the so called degenerates of society, the homeless and the addicts and the criminals.
Jadran wandered around the outskirts of one of the minuscule strongholds his Kingdom held, a small town in the middle of nowhere. Mostly, he was checking up on things - making sure no demons were sneaking in. To be sure he wouldn't be mistaken for a human, the angel was in his pure form. Of course if a human found their way out to here, they would at the best be blinded. And while that was a shame, Jadran honestly had more important things to worry about than one out of seven billion humans. His mind went to the battles - Although there was a definite front line, they were essentially in the enemy's territory. And while a power such as himself was tougher than the average demon, he could never be too safe. He glanced down at his flaming sword, tapping the drought-ridden earth with it.
Jadran wandered around the outskirts of one of the minuscule strongholds his Kingdom held, a small town in the middle of nowhere. Mostly, he was checking up on things - making sure no demons were sneaking in. To be sure he wouldn't be mistaken for a human, the angel was in his pure form. Of course if a human found their way out to here, they would at the best be blinded. And while that was a shame, Jadran honestly had more important things to worry about than one out of seven billion humans. His mind went to the battles - Although there was a definite front line, they were essentially in the enemy's territory. And while a power such as himself was tougher than the average demon, he could never be too safe. He glanced down at his flaming sword, tapping the drought-ridden earth with it.
Johan took a drink from the bar, hanging near there, talking to people, and managing to pick up a few commissions here and there. He was starting to think about getting with someone - at a party like this, it wouldn't have been too hard if his preferences didn't get in the way. Either way it didn't really matter, he was having a nice time.
Name: Sebastian Haas
Age: 18
Appearance:
Mental illness: generalized anxiety, possibly developing paranoia
Ability: spirit medium
Bio: Sebastian grew up in a small town, born to a line of mediums on his father's side. Around the age of 7, he began to see spirits, an not long time later one had a bad reaction to seeing one, where they tried to rip out his eyes. Since then, he has worn a piece of cloth around his face for most hours of the day, in a successful attempt to keep that from happening again. He can't see anything with it on, but he would rather that then never being able to see anything again. Around the age of 14, he became an apprentice of a spirit medium who was basically the leader of a small cult, which he still belongs to. Sebastian is a quiet person, staying on the outskirts of things. He prefers to just stay in his room all day and not have people bother him.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Mental illness: generalized anxiety, possibly developing paranoia
Ability: spirit medium
Bio: Sebastian grew up in a small town, born to a line of mediums on his father's side. Around the age of 7, he began to see spirits, an not long time later one had a bad reaction to seeing one, where they tried to rip out his eyes. Since then, he has worn a piece of cloth around his face for most hours of the day, in a successful attempt to keep that from happening again. He can't see anything with it on, but he would rather that then never being able to see anything again. Around the age of 14, he became an apprentice of a spirit medium who was basically the leader of a small cult, which he still belongs to. Sebastian is a quiet person, staying on the outskirts of things. He prefers to just stay in his room all day and not have people bother him.
Accepted! can't wait to read their history, but take your time on that
alright, i'll work on the first post now
alright, i'll work on the first post now
Of course he understood she didn't mean any malice, but it didn't stop him from being upset. He had grabbed his friends hand in an effort to stop shaking, and looking at the ground. Joseph, emitting the faint blue light that he always did in darkness, was concentrated on the woman. He had never really seen other gijinkas aside from ghost types, and the reflection off her fur was something completely new to him. "It's okay, and I'm sorry we interrupted your break..." He felt awful about the whole situation, but didn't want her feeling the same. "Um, I hope he feels better soon." He never had to deal with being sick, so he never really understood what happened. He had heard things like that said before, though. He lightly tugged on Otto's hand, who refused to move. "Give me....A moment." His words, forced out through a clenched jaw, were meant to be quiet enough for the ninetails to not hear.
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