<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: blackadder ITC;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 28pt;"><strong>Noxis</strong></span></span>Image removed at artist's request.<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/>Large, rounded, fully dark eyes watched unflinching as Kasper tortured the helpless woman in front of her. Unsurprisingly, Noxis felt rather relaxed, comfortable even, even if the current events would make the best of men squirm. Her eyes followed the axe carefully as it was raised into the air and the brought down onto the woman's skull. A smile didn't appear onto her face, but she kept the pleasure to herself. The hot, red blood escaping onto the ground and into the air as if it was freed from a cage for the first time. Her pink tongue slipped through her lips to run against her bottom lip sensually, leaving a wet surface in it's wake.<br/><br/>The girl was currently dressed in a pair of tight black jeans that were tucked into a pair of knee high, lace up the front, black boots that had a small heel on them to make her appear taller then she actually was. A black tank top was what she wore on her torso, a deep circle neck to show off her best 'assets' and to cover herself a bit more she wore a deep brown leather jacket with a thick, grey fur collar. Her hands reached into her jeans pockets casually while her thumb extended around the belt rings that connected to the waistline of her jeans, the weight pulling at them ever so slightly.<br/><br/>As the person to he left spoke up, her head turned to look at him momentarily causing her dark blond hair to fall over her shoulders. Her attention was drawn back to Kasper though, as he replied and she felt herself frowning a little as he pretty much dubbed all females not capable of listening. Her mouth didn't move to voice her own opinion as the two continued conversing without her, he eyes returning to the soon to be motionless corpse of the woman with the axe protruding from her head. She could feel it; her heart slowing, her essence leaking mercilessly onto the ground. Noxis had completely tuned out of their conversation as she watched the woman die, only to be brought back to reality when Kasper called her. Her head immediately shot up to look at him silently; she already knew what he wanted her to do and in all honesty, it was a bit tedious. She wished the woman would just die before he could  give her the command.<br/><br/>Dante's voice filled her ears for a moment, but when she glanced at him from the corner of her black eyes, his lips remained still. Raising an eyebrow at him in response, she let out a small, small sigh before stepping forwards ever so slightly, her heels clicking against the cold floor. Her eyes turned on the woman without a second thought and without so much as another movement, shadows began creeping; Kasper's, the woman's and even her own crept forth, seeping onto the woman's body and into the skull wound slowly. The blood on the ground didn't vanish at first, the hole in her head began to close once it was filled with darkness and she felt herself inhale as the power washed over her. Lifting her chin ever so slightly, Noxis let an influential smile creep onto her face and she felt herself grinning. Once she was finished, everything was still again and the room seemed to grow lighter as the shadows crept back to their usual position, walking across the floor as if the people they belonged to were walking with them. The woman let out a small gasp before sitting up quickly; being brought out of your death bed was probably a frightening experience.<br/><br/>The blond relaxed again as she exhaled and her lips parted. "There's only so many times you can keep her alive, Kasper." Her voice was feminine and unusually soft. Without another word, Noxis began over towards a small table and chairs set and she planted her ass down on the seat after turning it outwards to face the other two in the room. One slender leg crossed over the other and her hands pulled from their pockets to untuck her hair from her jacket before lowering into her lap comfortably.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: giddyup std;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">Gizmo</span></span><br/>Image removed at artist's request.</div><br/><hr/><br/>Currently, Gizmo was stood against a wall, watching the scene before him unfold. Aciel was comforting his sister, Sytri in the most unbrotherly way the smaller male had ever seen. His light caramel hues watched unblinking, picking up pretty much everything around the two in front of him thanks to his improved vision. His long, unnaturally bright purple hair had been pulled into a loose braid and was styled over his left shoulder casually. His large cat ears were twitching uncomfortably under his peach beanie that he had pulled on to hide his feline features; they always made him a little uncomfortable and felt they would do the same to everyone else around him. He was dressed in an oversized peach jumper, though the long sleeves that reached far beneath his hands were a deep purple, almost matching his hair. A pair of deep blue, more fitting jeans were secured around his waist and a pair of purple, high top converse dressed up his small feet. His long, purple tail was currently awkwardly tucked down one trouser leg, wrapped around his left thigh.<br/><br/>Gizmo listened carefully, able to hear the two's conversation even though he was across the other side of the room. His hands tucked behind his back and were pressed against the wall . His posture was a little off, hunching his back slightly and bowing his head, making himself seem small, even though he was tiny already. His head raised ever so slightly as he caught Aciel's eye and even though he realized that his gaze was lingering a little longer then a normal glance, Gizmo did not look away. Instead, he met the man's dark eyes with his own until Aciel turned away and began out of the room with Plague at his back.<br/><br/>Pulling himself away from the wall, Gizmo lowered his head a little as he began over towards Sytri cautiously; not that he was worried about the girl, it was just how he always appeared. "Sytri?" Tilting his head a little, the youth circled around the girl quickly to stand in front of her where Aciel once had been. A friendly, fond smile pulled at his lips, his elongated canines flashing slightly. "You alright? Aciel seems preoccupied, huh?" Of course, he was preoccupied! Gizmo practically smacked himself mentally before clearing his throat, waiting for the girl to reply or....not? He wasn't sure.