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Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

Can we get this started please?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

The soul-attack hurt and Mithias dropped Bug. The kick sent him back, but he did not fall. He grabbed his chest where the goo had burned him. Of course it healed right away. A memory came to him of the coffelounge, the gray-hired madman that had nearly shatterred his naive soul merely by looking at it. Mithias, even as powerful as he was now, shuddered. He paused. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I think I know who Stine is."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Seeing clearly enough what direction Bug was pointing his weapon, Mithias used his speed to dodge ever blast by simply not being where the gun was aimed. Not realizing that Bug may actually accidentally shoot either Tammy or Camille while trying to hit Mithias, he circled around the room and moved in. He could have used the demonblade and killed Bug, but Mithias didn't do that. Instead he grabbed Bug by the neck and slammed him up against a wall. Growling, "Do you even have the CAPACITY to control yourself?!"

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supertinyking said
At demon...something...snaps. He drops her tongue, and moves faster than normal, wrapping his hands around Mathias's neck."Demon? Demon...you no nothing of demons...you want to see a demon? Go ask my father about a man named stine....." He says, his fingers digging into his neck.

Stine. That was the one who put Tsukune's soul in that white rock. He must have been a god-like foe. Still, Bug's lashing out at Mithias was going to have to end. The vampire's eyes narrowed as his neck became as hard as steel, pushing Bug's hands outward. A purple soul-drinking, ethereal demonblade manifested out of Mithias' right hand, a ghostly essence wafting upward from it like magic smoke. A force blasted the insectivorous being away from Mithias, who raised his point toward him. "perhaps... Stine shouldn't have stopped with your father." The vampire spoke vehemently.

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supertinyking said
"Ever heard of a lie my friend? I've been told a lot of them, by a lot of people....for all I know, she'll kill him, and me if I were to try to save him." He growls, and looks at Camilla."Blood to blood, acid to acid......." He says, as a thick, gooey acidic gel spreads down Camilla's tongue, burning all along the way.

"Well you can refuse to help her. You don't have to bloody kill her, you demon."

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kishin asura said
Camilla's eyes widen as her tongue squirms around

Mithias wrings his hand, which heals immediately. "Damnit bug. Camilla said she isn't going to hurt Asura."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Mithias suddenly grabs the muzzle of the gun from behind Bug, preventing it from hitting her. "What exactly are you doing, Bug?"

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kishin asura said
"No." Camilla says "I just came here looking for some info on asura."

"I've not yet encountered this Asura person. Maybe if you tell me more, I can keep an eye out for you?"

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supertinyking said
Bug remains standing however."Get down Bug, I really don't want to shoot someone else on my first day with a gun." She says."Remember what happened the last time someone shot me up?" Bug asks her. This makes her look a little scared."Y-yes...." She replies."But you remember when that large bear of a man got out, and I killed him when he tried to break you in half?"".....Yes....""Well, both of these people are powerful enough to make me look weak..it would be better if you let us all walk out of here...alive....""......I'm not dying for his god forsaken job."And with that, the female guard slides her gun to Bug, and gets on the floor herself. Bug picks up the weapon, looks it over, and smiles."Good girl. I knew you were the smartest one here Tammy." He says, with some glee, as he moves towards the door way.

The vampire blinked, then got up, seeing no reason to stay down. He offered his hand to assist Tammy getting up. "I agree. Good choice. Now perhaps you could tell me why you had Bug imprisoned in this strange place. ...Are we on a spaceship?" he looked toward Bug, who was going out, then to Camilla. "Are you not a guard, Camilla?"

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

Strygwyr stood ready, muscles tensed, a red, toothy animal, clawed, furry feet poised to react in an instant. The void was indeed an imposing force of eternity, even gods feared it. In that moment, he quickly considered his circumstances. Without his bloodrage and healing, he was undoubtedly more vulnerable than ever. There was a chance that this priestess could kill him, casting his spirit into the emptiness of the void. His mask hid his worried look. Without him, his gods would starve, and his people would perish. If he was taken down now, it would be all over. Without his race to placate them, would the gods of slaughter ever stop? Of course not. Strygwyr smiled at the thought of the Flayed Ones vengefully spilling out of the confines of Xhacatocatl and draining the rest of the world. he knew their thirst and the satisfaction of satiating it. In that at least, he could find some satisfaction. But to see them suffer, lose his home, and risk the utter destruction of the Twins in their their ravenous thirst, was something he could not allow. The void priestess would pay for her insult, and he would prove his worth as a blood seeker.

He sensed the magic building as she prepared to charge in, giving him just enough forewarning to dodge to the side, his blade ripping through her robes and dragging its edge into her flesh as she passed by. Oh, how he had been so lucky. Keeping his watch on her as she landed and lifted her bare fists defensively, he lifted his weapon to inspect the new scent. Shreika's blood trickled along the bright metal. "The Flayed Ones favor me. I shall remake my bond with them in sacrificial blood. Once again, I will share their thirst." Facing her, he licked the edge of his bladed tonfa, tasting her blood in front of her.

Even now, he was playing the mental game, stalling, and yet breaking down her confidence and will. The cloud of black mist was clearing, revealing the two to the outside world and gradually unburdening Strygwyr's senses. The north gate was still closed. Scores of voices erupted in screams just outside the west wall as the archers of the 11th were slain by painful magics. He sensed her hesitation. He had to have perfect timing in order to avoid potentially getting blasted by any of her magic. Taking advantage of a moment of distraction, he charged, exuding raw, primal fear that hopefully will disturb any plans of a spell she may have had. Slashing with the left and then the right, he aimed to take out her fists and neck, as well as whatever was left still standing with the second swing.