.::MorTaL iMperFecTioN::.

"awwwww... really?" Lucifer aimed at the puppet and pulled the trigger twice, firing 10 rounds. "hm hm hm...." Lucifer chuckled. he hardly used the Death Penalty GL... but he figured he might as well.

 

Penoa saw the bullets aim for his puppet he let the free strings attach to the bullets. The strings managed to attach to 3 so with the little time Penoa got the some strings attached to an metal trash can."yep but like my friendship with it all in the past" the puppeter said coldly as he used his his hand to redirrect the bullets to Lucifer. The bullets that werent being redirrected hite the metal trash can explosion engulfed the object after the smoke was gone there was nothing left of the metal trash can." While he was controlling the bullets with the energy string he made the uppet stand up. With some fingurs moved and quick wrist movement the puppet got on the wall and ran along it. Penoa saw it was close enough the puppeter move his arm up making the puppet jump in the air above the man. With the other hand he lowerd his arm slowly making the puppets mouth open. Penoa had an smirk on his face as he pulled the same arm he lowerd back past his hip a little the puppet made an clicking sound. "now choke and beg" Penoa said coldly thrusting his arm foreward the puppet started to shoot out poison mist. The puppet landed softly on its feet an good distance away. Penoa looked at the poison fog cloude that Lucifer was in as he got his puppet back infront of him.

 

Lucifer held his breath as he rolled out of the cloud. he aimed at his opponent and fired 4 times, unleashing 40 rounds and clearing the magazine. he quickly reloaded as he waited for a response to the attack.

 

((Muffin))

Full name: Dianna Annabelle Reeves
Username: Renna Delight
Age:18
Class: Blue Moon Organization
Bio: Dianna had always been a bit of an outsider, even with the most welcoming of groups, she didn't exactly tried to be noticed either. Dianna liked being by herself and living a quiet life (Or as quiet as it could be in these troubled times) and only interracted with her class when absolutely nessacary. She didn't have any 'sob stories' to explain why she liked her company aboved anyone elses, as some may have thought, but she knew it wasn't exactly a trait she forced upon herself. As to what exactly made her the way she was, she wasn't sure.
Personality: Dianna is the quiet type, most of the time she keeps to herself and would rather be by herself. (This has lead to many accusations of being 'rude') She is patient, and willing to wait as long as she is told to. However, this sometimes does not carry over with interractions with other people especially when they act like idiots . . . By her standard that is. And when it comes to battle she can be very aggressive.
Tattoo and where is it: A circle within a circle, with deft curves and thorns linking the two together. In the center is a braid-like design that fills the entire inner circle. It's located on her right shoulder blade.
Weapon(s):
Sexuality: Undecided.
Crush/soulmate: Nnng
Miscellaneous: A fire manipulator.
Appearance: http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn96/admit_it-----youve_lost/Anime/girl.jpg

 

"Mine is Naoya." said Naoya nodding to Echo. He looked up at the sky, winceing slightly hearing another gun shot. "I'm really getting tired of all the fighting, are you?"

 

Ooc: Oh, your accepted! I didn't see your profile earlier.

 

Echo sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess." she said. She thought the fight that was going on was ridiculous, but she just thought her kind had to do anything to survive.

 

Fiachra lay there in the snow. She brought out a bottle of red liquid and drank it. Her body stopped bleeding and repaired itself. "I won't die yet." She glowed and transformed back into her human form. Fiachra blacked out.

 

Penoa saw the bullets he immediatly detached the strings from his left hand. The puppeter looked around finding something that could provide protection. Penoa saw an concret chunk that came from the building that stood by the puppeter. Quickly the puppeter got the strings from his left to attack to the concret chunk. Swipping his hand infront himself the concret chunk got bulled by the string getting infront of Penoa. The shots hit the concret chunk making an big blast and smoke and snow went flying everywhere.

 

Ooc: Oh, yeah...Dexnail, me and Apoligetix are sorta waiting for you. :c

 

OOC: alrighty sorry about making you guyz wait Penoa will be heading over there soon :)

 

((Ok, I didn't read the whole thread but I think I've read enough to have some sort of grasp of what's going on . . . I think. (I'm so ready to crash, it's not even funny.) I'm probably going to make some sort of error, but hopefully it won't be anything too big. ))

Dianna leaned against . . . Something. To be perfectly honest she had been more than a little distracted while walking to this place and wasn't exactly sure where she was anymore. But it didn't matter, it was quiet, peaceful, the perfect place for her. However it was cold. Despite the unnaturally high temperature of her body, the raven haired woman was effected by the wind's achy edge. She shuddered, causing her to take a deep, quick intake of breath. Not something so terrible. At least it wouldn't have been if she wasn't smoking.

Immediately two dainty fingers ripped the cigarette from thin lips as she turned her head away, proceeding to hack the overdose of smoke out of her lungs. (This was probably the loudest sound she's made all this month.) As the intoxicating mixture of rat poison and other lovely chemicals were forced out, freezing air that burned her irritated chest came in. "Ugh . . ." She muttered once the coughing died down, sounding a little hoarse, before placing the cigarette back between her lips.

Hey, addiction is addiction.​

 

Ooc: Okay guys! After today, I won't be online for at least 2-3 days...so I'm leaving Apoligetix in charge. LISTEN TO HIM...and try sticking with the plot. D: When I get back, I'll try making more sense of everything.

EDIT: KWOL MAKE SURE YOU REPLY TO DEXNAIL. ZACK....CAN JUST SAY I WENT TO THE HANGOUT OR SOMETHING.

 

Ishah looked around. She didn't see a cat anywhere. She knelt over, staying on her feet. Her knees were to her chest now. She looked around, seing that if she was at about the height of a cat, she'd be able to see it. She watched as the cat trotted over to Ame. Its face seemed a little discolored. "hmm..."

Ishah went into the grass and looked at where the cat had previously been. She looked down and saw a dead body. Blood was stained all over the figure and it looked to be a male. Ishah couldn't tell. Blood was dripping out of his mouth as he lied there motionless. There was a trail of blood that went through the grass which led, who knows where.

"Dark Angel..." She stood there, anger filling up her being. She stayed calm though. She felt the body. It was still fairly warm. "This happened recently. Maybe we can get to the Dark Angel and end it."

OOC: BTW, along with my character's power, her energy is usually a color represented by her mood. Though when she uses it, it's usually an orange color to represent her fury. If it's not orange then she isn't using it for fighting purposes.
And here's one more...

Full name: Lance Grapleo
Username: Rexyggor_thenewmember
Age: 19
Class: Dark Angel
Bio: All his life, he hated himself. He never wanted to be a Dark Angel. Though he couldn't help it. He was immediately determined tobe a part of them from the moment he was born. He despises himself because he has to feed on BM-Organization, PS Society, or plain-old citizens. If there was only a way to change himself.
Personality: Depressing. Pessimistic a little.
Tattoo and where is it: a symbol for the great black griffin. On the back of his left shoulderblade. (the tattoo is black and has some ice blue highlights)
Weapon(s): Usually uses daggers. They have white handles.
Sexuality: Still trying to figure it out
Crush/soulmate: N/A
Miscellaneous: I will get a picture of his true form I promise! I have one, but I think I should ask permission before using them. So i do. But the true form is a black griffin with icy-blue claws and icy-blue tips of some feathers.There is also a dark blue strip that runs from where the beak meets feathers and runs in between his eyes and goes to the middle of the "top" of his head.
Appearance: Same thing. I found something. I'll tell you the appearance. Picture comes when I can get it.
Brown, short hair. Athletic body. Defined muscles, and fairly tall. He always wear the color blue.

 

Ooc: Accepted~ I'll be back Sunday or Monday.

 

K. I'm gonna finish that post now... woops. I hope to have pictures before then.

 

OOC: I'm not that cruel. Kitties are soo cool.
BIC:
Ishah followed the trail of blood. It weaved in and out through the grass. Maybe the dark angel expected someone to find it and try to follow. The blood trailed onto the sidewalk. At this point she was pretty far away from where she had met Ame. When she started following the red stains on the pavement, a thought had his her. "Why would a dark Angel be bleeding?" She muttered it just loud enough so that Ame could hear. When she looked at the body, it didn't seem to have any defense mechanism, though the defense could have possibly been knocked out of the hand a much longer time ago.

She followed the trail into an alley. She looked where the blood stopped. "This must be where the creatan figure out he was bleeding. She looked up. She saw someone standing there. He seemed to be... crying.

He had short brown hair. He was wearing grayish blue jeans that were almost black, but anyone could tell they were blue, but were very dark and gray-fixed. He also had on a black shirt with a blue design on it. The design almost looked like flames. It was short-sleeve. Which was odd because it was very cold. He wore black gloves with red lining. They were cut off at the fingers. on his left arm, which faced away from the the way the two girls had come, was bandaged.

"Are you okay?" She asked. She wasn't sure if a Dark Angel had killed the body now.

Lance wiped his eyes, "I'm okay. Just doing some... thinking" Lance had to lie. He couldn't tell two complete strangers that he had just killed a man so that he could stay alive. That would've made him dead automatically.

He went down the fire escape he climbed just a few moments before. He looked at the two girls. One seemed really nice. The other he wasn't sure what to think. She had been quiet since the two appeared.

"What happened to your arm?"

"I got into a fight. Then the guy I was fighting picked up a piece of shredded glass and cut my arm. Then i went into a frenzy and really hurt him. I removed myself from the situation and came here." It wasn't the whole truth. He decided to leave out the part how he had promised that the man's death would've been quick. He also left out the part where he killed him and left him in the tall grass as he took the liberty to take blood from the victim. He also left out, again, that he was a dark angel and if he hadn't killed the man, he would be in his true form right now. It wasn't the time to say anything.

The truth, he had asked a man to come into the alley they were currently in. Lance had told the guy that he had to kill him. He didn't enjoy the thought. It was hard for him. Then, when he tried to pin down the unsuspecting man, he kicked Lance in the stomach and went for a weapon, the piece of glass. The man cut up Lance's arm and then smelling the blood, Lance went into, well, a frenzy. He slashed at the man. He was starting to transform. His hands had already become the vicious claws that were his true form. Terrified, all the stranger could do was run away. He made the mistake of running to the grass to hide. Lance had followed him quickly and then leaped as his legs grew powerful. Then, he killed him as he he took blood from the wounds, making sure that the death seemed more like a regular murder more than a death from a Dark Angel.

Lance stood in front of Ishah. "Mind if I see it?" Ishah had a special gift of treating wounds. For some reason, she could use her energy to help stop the bleeding and help it not hurt as much. Though the pain had to go somewhere. It went to her body. The pain transfers to her body and just surges for a little bit. Then she becomes sore the next day. It was a pain, (puns) but she felt good inside.

Lance pulled off the bandage. It was a deep cut. Ishah was going to have to use a little extra power. she grabbed Lance's hand and then hovered her hand above the wound. Her hand started glowing. It was a nice, soothing white glow, which caused Lance to clam himself. He wasn't scared.

When she was finished, Ishah took back her hand and winced. The pain was a little stronger than usual, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

OOC: I hope that the power is alright...? I wanted to pull something out of my *ss

 

Lucifer aimed at his opponent. "boom..." he fired all 50 rounds at Penoa as he let out an insane laugh. "try squirming out of that!" he said as he reloaded his gun. he aimed again.

 

Penoa heard the laugh and saw the bullets being fired. "alright since you asked gramps" the puppeter said as he held his sherriken and let the strings on his right hand stay attached to the puppet. Penoa turned his right hand slightly an clicking sound could be heard from the puppet. Then the puppeter had his hand infront of his face with his index finger up. With an flick of the raised index the puppet started to shoot out tons of sharp needles from its mouth hitting the in coming bullets. While the puppet was defending Penoa threw the sherriken while it was heading towards its target Penoa attached some energy strings to it. With flued hand movements the puppeter made the gient sherriken go behind then came foreward attempting to attack the man's back with the sharp spinning gient sherriken.

 

OOC- just remember, these are explosive rounds. they explode on contact. ^_^
BIC- Lucifer waited until the shuriken was almost touching his back. he back flipped over it. the shuriken was now headed straight towards Penoa. Lucifer aimed at his opponent and cleared the magazine of it's 50 rounds.