City of Ashes
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				Title: <strong>City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 08:53:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dante &amp; Kasper</span></div><br><div align="center">Image removed at artist's request.&nbsp; (http://oi48.tinypic.com/244ob4n.jpg)</div><br>Pale blue eyes stay trained onto the woman, despite the natural flame his eyes held, boredom reigned predominate. <em>Bored.</em> His sins were buried within less barbaric displays. Could he maintain a position so demanding as head of GHOST? Absolutely. Had he any interest in doing so? Fuck no. But if he <em>had</em>, things would certainly run differently. Dante wasn't the kind to dirty his hands.<br><br>Yet how could a demon like Kasper understand when he was born in the rot? Raised and fed on it, all filth and decay. No, Kasper wasn't like Dante. A putrid soul doesn't lose sleep over soiled hands. Kasper thrived on it.<br><br>Dante observed anyway. It was his job to, until the job was finished and so long as breath filled her lungs, the job still needed doing. "I'm gonna cleave your skull in half, dumb bitch," Kasper purred, voice rough like asphalt but rich like silk, "And then your gonna answer me."<br><br>Well. Kasper's technique of interrogation didn't always make sense. Dante hadn't understood until Kasper had all but forced Dante's skill set to expose itself. And this was how he did it. As promised, Kasper raised his arm, bringing it back down so that the dull axe wedged itself into the woman's skull. The sound was sickening, a crunch before the gruesome squelch as Kasper pinned her head down with his foot, working the axe back out of her head. Repeat.<br><br>She was dying but still alive. Every sense she felt was broadcast like a fucking radio station to Dante. He had just tuned in to what had been a fuzzy channel, now ever so clear. It worked best when Dante held eye contact, and he'd become good at it, quickly able to find whatever it was he was searching for, sometimes finding treasures he hadn't been searching for. Exposed like a paid for whore.<br><br>"She was telling the truth," Dante translated, "Well, she thought she was at least… She just happens not to be too good at observing and performing simple math."<br><br>"Or listening, 'course that's any bitch," Kasper added. "So, it's true then? She's his trump card?" the demon asked, his clothes and face speckled with blood, some of which he smeared as he wiped the back of his hand across his brow.<br><br>"…I think she holds the ability to make not only Aciel more powerful but just about anybody, at least while she's in their presence. Telling from the pattern I noticed. I think that somehow she can control it, but I'm not entirely sure."<br><br>"Never felt anything from her. Well, outside of wanting to bend the bitch over… 'Course that's any bitch," Kasper explained, thinking of the black eyed sister of Aciel. The research Kasper had been conducting had brought evidence that Sytri seemed to have some effect on others' powers. Of course, Kasper wanted to expose and make use of such a trait. "Nox!" Kasper hollered for one of the finer sexed members<br><br><em>Your patient's about to bleed out,</em> Dante gave Noxis a heads up of what would be expected of her. Kasper wasn't done with their victim and wasn't about to let her bleed out into bliss. He'd keep her alive because for NEPHILIM, there was no easy way out of this life.<br><br>Dante didn't wait to be dismissed, Kasper didn't really work like that. On his way out, Eril lingered outside the entrance, "I thought rats only lingered around death. None today, myshka. Come, before Kasper takes his volatile appetite out on you." Eril, lowest of the low held no semblance of respect from other members and Kasper could always use a punching bag. But Dante felt the rat could serve some purpose…
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RockSalt</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 19:38:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Eril</span><br>Image removed at artist's request.<br><br>Eril winced in anticipation when he heard Kasper announced that he would cleave the woman's skull. The actual sounds of the act was enough to make him bury his head between his knees. Eril's place in the gang had never been one of violence, though he was not adverse to the use of it, he had a weak stomach for it and generally felt that Kasper enjoyed it a little too much...<br><br>Not that he'd ever say so aloud. That was a quick route to being completely disowned by the gang leader, or worse. The hatchet sound had stopped though, and Eril lifted his head, barely making out what they were saying. So they <em>had</em> been asking about Aciel's sister. Eril remembered seeing her a few times way back then the gang had been whole. It was hard to imagine her as some powerful key person in this feud, but Kasper's interest in her certainly was undeniable.<br><br>Eril heard the door open and stood up quickly, not wanting to be an easy target for Kasper to take his frustrations out on after the interrogation.<br><br><em>"I thought rats only lingered around death. None today, myshka. Come, before Kasper takes his volatile appetite out on you."</em><br><br>There was a visible tensing of Eril when Dante spoke, which relaxed back a little bit when he realized it was Dante that had caught him sitting there and not Kasper who had a decidedly more sadistic streak. Maybe he had wanted to be caught though, he could've always slipped out of perception and been completely safe if he had really wanted to.<br><br>"I wasn't..." Eril started to explain but stopped short, knowing it wouldn't do much for what Dante thought of him, "What do you need?" Dante wouldn't have asked him to come with him unless he needed Eril for something. That was pretty much the only reason anyone talked to him for these days... The pale youth trailed after Dante, coming up next to him but staying slightly behind the secon-in-command, head ducked and not meeting his eyes. This really was the reason why he hadn't slipped away as he hovered outside the door. Maybe one day he would steal something, do something well enough, or do enough for his reputation to grow. Things to go back to how they were before Eril had betrayed both gangs with his actions...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 09:53:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Aciel</span></div>Image removed at artist's request.<br><br>"Chin up, sweetheart," Aciel murmured, his deep raspy tone grazing against the nape of her neck, giving rise to a chill down her spine, "You're the descendent of gods, so carry yourself like one." The fallen angel took pride in his lineage and expected the same of his little sister, raising Sytri in the high standard of angels.<br><br>"Nothing will happen," he assured her, turning her towards him and cupping her face, gently tugging it up so her black eyes met his. He gave her that trademark smirk, a devious glint in those steel eyes. "Now be a dear and do this for your big brother," he breathed, expecting nothing but obedience from Sytri.<br><br>When he pulled away from her he pulled his gaze up, eyes dark as they lingered on Gizmo for a brief moment before leaving the room, knowing that Plague would likely follow. "Plague, you like rats, right… I need you to catch one for me…" he said as the other followed him through the dark concrete rooms. Somewhere in the distance life was taking place. Here there was nothing but grime and darkness.<br><br>"Would it be too obvious to use a cat to catch a rat?" he wondered, thinking it over for a moment. "Though it might do fuckface a favor getting rid of his pet rat…" Of course, Aciel was speaking of Eril, the one who got away. It'd been a thorn in his side ever since Eril made a fool of Aciel, especially in front of fuckface, more commonly known as Kasper. <br><br>"Think Eril's fond of that asshole? I can't see why. We all know I'm better looking…" <em>I have a bigger dick,</em> he could almost hear that cocky son of a bitch chime back. "Mother fucker…" he growled, his hands balling into fists, "I'm gonna skullfuck that damn bastard when I get my hands on him…"
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 17:15:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: blackadder ITC;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 28pt;" class="bbc_size"><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&nbsp; 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 style="font-family: giddyup std;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 01:00:40</strong>
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				Image removed at artist's request.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sytri</span></span></div><br>Sytri had been having a bad feeling for awhile now, and had stuck close to Aciel. She was, some would say, far too sweet but she followed and adored Aciel to the ends of the Earth. He'd done everything for her and all he asked of her was for her obedience, for her help and she gladly gave it. But this time she knew something wasn't right. She bit her lip as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him as she snuggled a little. "Aciel..." she tried to speak again but she felt his lips so close to her neck, feeling his voice as she shivered a little. She couldn't understand it but she tried to smile a little. <br><br>"Aciel normally I...I would agree with you but I'm telling you something seems wrong." she said, looking away but feeling him gently lift her gaze to meet his with his hands cupping either side of her face. She nuzzled a little, always affectionate with her darling brother. "I just don't want anything to happen to you." she said softly. "But I'll do what you say." she nodded, unable to really say no. <br><br>Sytri had been a pretty girl, and now she was a stunning young woman. She had a penchant for frilly dresses, though they were only ever black or blue. She couldn't help herself, she loved her frills and dresses. Today she was wearing a dress that hugged her enticing figure in all the right places but would be considered modest. It was solid black with only white at the edges of the sleeves and the white collar at the nape of her neck. One could compare her to Wednesday Adams at least for the moment. She turned her head in surprise and smiled pleasantly at Gizmo.<br><br>"Big brother is always occupied, so I try to help him." she said, pride in her voice. Aciel had raised her well, but they were still having difficulty figuring out how to fully control her unique and desirable ability. Plus she'd yet to express any others though her inklings often helped Aciel and the others avoid calamity, still they were difficult for her to summon up on her own. But she was getting better indeed. "I'll be alright but I....I just can't shake this feeling that something is going to happen. I just....I feel like I......I can't explain it." she said softly. She hoped that like Aciel said, that she was wrong this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 10:15:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/vMQJgG7.png?1)</div>As Aᴄɪᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sɪsᴛᴇʀ Sʏᴛʀɪ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ʜɪs sɪɢʜᴛs ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs ʙᴀᴄᴋ. A ғʟɪᴍsʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴘʀʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀs. Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀʟᴛɪɴɢ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀʟᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ᴘᴜʀsᴜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ.<br><br>"Aʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ. I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜs?" sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʜᴜᴇ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ. Pʟᴀɢᴜᴇ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴄʜɪᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ. "Wᴇʟʟ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀɴ...I'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀ ғᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ. Iғ I ᴅᴏ sᴀʏ sᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ." ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜʏ ɢʀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴜᴍɪɴᴏᴜs ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. Hᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇғᴇʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀss ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ.<br><br>Oɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪs ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴀᴛ. "Iᴛ'ᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘɪss ʜɪᴍ ᴏғғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. Nᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ." sɴɪᴄᴋᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ Aᴄɪᴇʟ's ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. "Yᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪɴ ʟɪɴᴇ. I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛɪᴇʀ ɢʀᴜᴅɢᴇs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Sʜɪᴛʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ." ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀʙɪᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴡᴀsʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ,"Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ? I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋ ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ."<br><br>Uɴʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀᴘᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ Pʟᴀɢᴜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴs ғᴏʀ Eʀɪʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀs sʜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀᴍɪɴ. Bʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟᴛʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜsɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ. "Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ'ᴇᴍ ʜᴏᴡ I ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ. Hᴇ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏᴡ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ. Aᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ."
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 01:32:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: giddyup std;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">Gizmo</span></span><br>Image removed at artist's request.</div><br><hr><br>One hand raised to slightly adjust the beanie upon his head, his ears twitching beneath it in their usual uncomfortable fashion. Usually, he wouldn't cover his ears around people he knew, but he wasn't planning on sticking around long; he was going to head out into the city to scope things out. Gizmo remained alert in front of Sytri, tilting his head and blinking lightly at her surprise. His smile only grew when she returned his first grin with a beautiful one of her own. "I suppose you're right....He always seems..." Gizmo paused, quieting himself as he search for the right word to describe Aciel, but once he decided he couldn't put his finger on it, he simply stopped himself and shook his head gently, giving a casual shrug. <br><br>When Sytri replied to his casual 'how are you', Gizmo perked a little at her words, his expression showing small concern. "Something...bad?" Normally he wouldn't think twice about something so vague, but it seemed that Sytri was serious and he didn't feel like laughing it off without more questions. "Did Aciel say something to you?" He wondered if maybe Sytri was just feeling bad about being sworn to secrecy for some plan Aciel had told her about. Maybe he'd said more then he should. Maybe she was just imagining it. Or maybe she was telling the truth and something was going to happen, good or bad. The feline began to frown along with his thought but he quickly shook it off of his feminine features and began to smile again. "I'm sure it's nothin', Sytri. I mean....stuff's always happening around here, right? Maybe it's just something like that?" Giving a small, comforting nod, the youth swung his arms playfully around his back, bending slightly towards Sytri. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 01:54:03</strong>
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				Image removed at artist's request.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sytri</span></span></div><br><br>"Big brother has a lot on his shoulders. I wish I could be stronger like him." she said softly as Gizmo started to smile back at her. "I just wish...I wish I knew what was coming. Something will happen....something big. I hope it isn't an inkling." she said, sitting down and getting comfortable. She knew she'd need to start focusing soon. The feeling was too strong but she had to ignore it for now. Aciel was right, things would be ok. He'd always kept her and everyone else safe so far. She trusted he'd do the same now as she turned her head to Gizmo again.<br><br>She giggled as Gizmo playfully reassured her as she smiled more. her black eyes like deep hypnotic pools. They were gorgeous. Still, her smile faded a little. "I hope so." she said, waiting for Aciel's command. She enjoyed having Gizmo around, his playfulness was quite pleasant to her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 05:33:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kasper</span></div><br><div align="center">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/244ob4n.jpg)</div><br>Kasper stepped back to let Noxis take the floor, not paying attention as Dante slipped away. His eyes lingered on the swell of Nox's ass instead of what might be considered the more impressive shadow show. Kasper was seemingly as fond of Noxis as he was any broad he'd like to bend over. Yet bend her over he hadn't…<br><br>His eyes lifted unto her face, seeing that slight poisonous smile that lingered on those lush lips. Pupils slightly dilated and he could feel the little bit of blood rushing to his dick. She was something, alright… But that didn't keep Kasper from his wits. "Why, you gettin' attached, girly?" he gave her a toothy grin, "Didn't really peg you as the sort."<br><br>"What's with you anyway?" he addressed the softness in her tone, his eyes following as she sat back down. Shoulders slouched in a lazy stance, he tugged at an earlobe, a sure sign that he was growing restless. Turning away from her and straightening his shoulders so they spanned their full broadness, he swung the axe like a baseball bat once, then twice before turning his head to look over his shoulder at the blonde, "Wanna play?" he purred with a devious smirk. Of course, playing to Kasper was something gory and violent. Not that Noxis would mind.<br><br>Kasper easily grew restless, this was no secret and perhaps one sure weakness of his. He couldn't stand waiting, patience certainly wasn't his strong suit. And so somehow the gang had managed to take it upon themselves as a whole to appoint the position of babysitter for Kasper during these moments of peace. The position of babysitter was whoever happened to be left with him in his moment of boredom. And something gave away that Dante had foreseen this and had left just in the knick of time, leaving dear Noxis to take on the role most often loathed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 09:26:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dante</span></div><br>Image removed at artist's request.<br><br>The blue eyed demon ignored Eril's unfinished attempt to explain himself. Typical, really. Once Eril started something you could count on him to abandon it. "I need nothing, myshka (mouse)," Dante murmured quietly. Unlike his only commander, Dante was soft toned, though mixed well with a certain character of apathy. More often than not he seemed disinterested. Engaged, informative yet holding all but bastard attachment to what carried on. "If I recall, you are the one in need. Unless being the sole tarnish of GHOST was what you had wanted to achieve…" he continued, turning to face the other.<br><br>Clear annoyance flared in those cool blue eyes of Dante's as his vision ascertained the other. Such a disgusting display of worthlessness. His brows furrowed in a rare show of emotion as fingers swiftly but lightly slapped under Eril's chin, making his head sit straight on his shoulders. Their eyes met, Dante keeping his locked on Eril's causing chills to prick up the back of Eril's spine. While this sensation could be mere product of Dante's gaze, it was also known as one of the first side effects of being victimized by Dante's powers.<br><br>The instinctive block on Eril's part had been anticipated and Dante broke through it with skilled ease. Before Eril would be able to grasp that Dante was lurking in his head, the eerie ring of whispers would be heard by Eril, tickling his ears as Dante made quick work of what it was he was looking for. And then there was a silence, the voices quieting as one punctured the silence, "Always the bastard, Eril. Abandoned by your parents, then caught in the middle of the split… You ruined it. Kasper will never look at you as his own again… Such a waste…"<br><br>"You could make it right, though," Dante said, "Kasper wants something, something Aciel holds very dear," he explained, "I think you know what I speak of…" The demon's lips curved at the corners, a wicked grin on Dante's face, as those eyes once dulled became so full of life, the knuckles of his fingers running so delightfully down the back of Eril's neck as he pet the lower ranking demon, pulling him in slightly closer, until Dante's lips grazed against Eril's ear, "Find a way in and create a distraction. Can you do that, myshka?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 20:22:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Aciel</span></div><br>Image removed at artist's request.<br><br>Loyalty, unlike betrayal and deception is a fictional concept. It's a cute one, but fictitious all the same. So when Plague had materialized out of darkness and knots formed in Aciel's stomach, he welcomed the estranged feeling. Better to trust a stranger than a friend. Aciel had never been much for darkness, the wickedness had always been left to Kasper. Aciel was a creature of light, an angel through and through. Darkness, admittedly unsettled him.<br><br>That was the reason for Plague. He could almost feel his ears perk, catching on that syrupy Southern accent. Nothing could suit Plague more, honestly. He listened as the other spoke, "Well if the cat gets in the way feel free to sink your fangs into its hide but the rat… I want the rat alive. That means in one piece, Plague." <br><br>Aciel's lips curled into a snarl as he reminded the fallen angel that they were still outnumbered, "Doesn't matter, I've got the support of my darling sister," his tone was more one of annoyance than assurance. "Well, their bitter appetites will have to wait 'til I've had my own fill. I've never been good at waiting…"<br><br>"Eril's a timid creature… And you even creep me out. I want you to make some use of Gizmo. That worthless creature reminds me too much of him anyway… Hell they might even get along. I'm hungry to sink my teeth into something and Eril might be the best I can get for now. Do this and I promise to get you a kitten," Aciel smirked, promising Plague the lower ranking member. Aciel didn't care much what happened to Gizmo, as far as he was concerned Plague could strip him to the bone in some violent display.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 22:47:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: blackadder ITC;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 28pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Noxis</strong></span></span><br>Image removed at artist's request.<br></div><br><hr><br>Noxis felt eyes on her back while she practically revived the woman on the ground before her, but she didn't let the feeling of being watched put her off; she quite enjoyed being watched. She felt herself grinning more at the thought before she continue to her seat. The blonde's face seemed perplexed for a moment as she watched Kasper with dark eyes, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side in an innocent way. "Oh, you insult me, Kasper. I can get quite attached." Her feminine tone seeped with a poison known only as sarcasm and her sickening smile returned to her features in a mere flash. <br><br>When Kasper addressed the softening tone in her voice, she turned her gaze on the women; she hadn't moved, instead she was catching her breath in the loudest way possible, her body contorted into the smallest ball Noxis had ever seen. "I guess this kind of seems excessive. Dante did say she was telling the truth. We could be spending our time actually finding this angel bitch you're so set on instead of wasting our time and energy here with this skank." Speaking her mind at last, the blond turned on him, a hard expression void of any smile now present. For a long moment the girl just stared him down; in reality it was only a mere second or two. A seductive smile then slowly pulled at her luscious lips and she lifted her chin ever so slightly to look down her nose at the demon before her. "Y'know, it makes me kinda jealous, the way you're pining after this whore. Am I not good enough?" A little laugh escaped her then and she relaxed in her chair with a sigh, silently bracing herself for whatever Kasper might throw back at her.<br><br>Upon being asked to join in the fun, the blond raised an eyebrow for a moment before sitting straighter in her seat. "Actually I have a thing for watching." Throwing Kasper a confident wink, she once again chuckled darkly before continuing. "And I wouldn't want to get blood in my hair now, would I?" That familiar smile graced her expression then, only making her look more sinister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RockSalt</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 17:24:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Eril</span><br>Image removed at artist's request.</div><br>Eril had been starved for any sort of positive connection since the groups had split. No one came up to him and talked anymore, no one complimented him, hardly anyone <em>touched</em> him. He still mentally flinched away at the sudden mental connection between himself and Dante, anxiety causing his heart to race as unsettling whispers slithered in his ears. When Dante twisted the knife of his guilt and loneliness, there was a clear flicker of guilt and pain on Eril's face as he broke away from staring into Dante's eyes.<br><br>But then Dante spoke again, dangling the possibility of being absolved, of mending things, at least in some slight way and Eril looked back up at him. Eril did not know if there was ever going to be something that would fix things between him and the group. Eril's heart pounded as Dante drew in closer, the soft stroke of his neck both soothing and distracting. Dante's lips touched Eril's ear as his soft voice made its request. <em>'Find a way in and create a distraction. Can you do that, myshka?'</em><br><br>Eril felt blood rushing to his face, and as beautiful as his pale skin might be, it was terrible at disguising a blush, turning pink at the slightest of provocation. "Yes," Eril said hastily, hope inspired in his chest despite himself, "Yes I can do it..." Of course he could do it, no wall could keep him out... He didn't pull away, waiting for Dante to instead, but after a few seconds some concerns began bubbling up.<br><br>"When... how will I know when you want the distraction?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 20:25:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: giddyup std;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">Gizmo</span></span><br>Image removed at artist's request.</div><br><hr><br>Gizmo tilted his head sharply at her and extended a hand over to give her bicep a small squeeze; a giggle then passing his lips. "You look pretty strong to me, Sytri! You'll get there in no time flat." His smile faded from his feminine features as she mentioned, once again, that 'something' was 'coming', was 'happening'. The way she expressed it made him feel very nervous and he shook his head a little, one of his hands moving to give a scratch to the back of his neck; something he did whenever he felt anxious. "Nah, everything'll be fine. And if something does happen. Aciel's here to protect you. I'm here to protect you." He flashed her a care free smile, though it was obvious to him that he didn't quite believe in his fake confidence. It was true that Aciel was there to protect her, but who would protect him? The thought didn't show on his face, instead, he continued to grin.<br><br>Gizmo followed the girl over towards the seating set up; a couple of black, comfy coaches. He sat right beside her, curling his knees up to his chest to relax. "So what do you think we should do now? Aciel seems preoccupied and Plague went with him so....I guess we've been left to house sit." He let out a small laugh, obviously kidding. Something about the statement rang true, however, and he had to admit it unsettled him a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 00:02:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">Image removed at artist's request.</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sytri</span></span></div><br><br><br>Sytri laughed, she had a pleasant, sweet laugh that as Gizmo squeezed her bicep with a gentleness and told her she was more than capable. Maybe she was, but she almost never fought herself. Could she? Yes, but Aciel limited it for her protection. He was always looking out for her and she never thought to question his motives. He loved her didn't he? Of course he would keep her safe! Because she was his sister, not because she could beef up whomever she chose, with additional power. She wasn't yet sure what her limits were and as to her own fighting powers she had no clear idea. But she was a boon to others, that much she was coming to understand as she focused and tried to control this gift.<br><br>Gizmo came to sit beside her, seeming concerned that his words while well-intentioned and meant to calm, did little to shake her inkling. It had to be an inkling now but unlike some others where she had a clearer vision this one was more blurred and that's what made her leery. She tried to smile as Gizmo asked her what to do while they were left behind to guard the house. "I'm not sure......." she thought, leaning back. "I suppose we wait to hear from Aciel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 08:43:46</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/vMQJgG7.png?1)</div>Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴀsʏ. Fᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ Aᴄɪᴇʟ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴀs ғᴜᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇs ᴏғ ʀᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪғ Gɪᴢᴍᴏ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴɪsʜ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴇᴛ ʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ,"Fɪɴᴇ ғɪɴᴇ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴏʏ...ᴍᴜᴄʜ. Wᴇʟʟ ɪғ ʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛs ʙᴀᴄᴋ I ɢɪᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ." Rᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴀɴ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ Mɪᴄʀᴏᴛᴇᴄʜ Hᴀᴡᴋ. A sᴡɪᴛᴄʜʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ. Pʟᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ sᴛᴇᴇʟ ᴘᴏᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛs sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ. Tʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ɢʟᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅɪsʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ. "I'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪs... Bᴏss. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ sᴀғᴇ.&nbsp; Sʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ I ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ." ғʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴇʟ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ.<br><br>"Kᴀsᴘᴇʀ... ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴠᴇʟɪʜᴏᴏᴅ. Mʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ. Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ғᴏʀɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ʜɪᴍ. I ᴄᴀɴ sᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ I ᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?" Hᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ. Hɪs ᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ɪᴛs sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ. A sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ғɪʟʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀ sᴄᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ "I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴀᴄᴇ. Tʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀs..." Tʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ. "Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Eʀɪʟ ɪs ᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʏᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. Iғ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ." Hᴇ'ᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ Aᴄɪᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏғғ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. Tʜᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ sᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Gɪᴢᴍᴏ ᴀɴᴅ Sʏᴛʀɪ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴇᴅ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴋ ʜᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴀʟ sᴇʟғ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ,"I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ." sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ sᴡᴇᴇᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ,"Gɪᴢᴢʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ." ᴡᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴜsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴄᴀᴛ.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 19:33:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: giddyup std;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">Gizmo</span></span><br>Image removed at artist's request.</div><br><hr><br>Gizmo gave a small nod as Sytri said they had to wait for Aciel before deciding on what they could next do. He would agree, for the moment. Aciel was a good leader, it was true, and Sytri seemed to trust him enough with her safety, which had to mean something. He was quite content sitting with her until he was needed, she was pleasent company; a rough diamond amongst chunks of cooper. He let his mind wander for a moment, going quiet in the girls presence as he shuffled himself further into the couch they'd sat upon. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.<br><br>When Plague returned, Gizmo heard every step. His ears twitched uncomfortably under the beanie once again and he couldn't help himself stirring, though he did everything in his power to stop himself looking over at the Southern male. When his name was called, however, he couldn't help be turn his head slightly, staring at Plague from over the top of the couch with a hint of a frown. Gizzy? It felt a little strange for him to be called that by someone like Plague, but he let a fake smile spread over his features as he turned to Sytri. "I'll be right back, kay?" Hoping enthusiastically from his warm seat, he couldn't help but feel cold as he wandered across the room towards Plague, the smile had completely vanished once his back was towards the girl he'd left. His eyes never left Plague as he stepped towards him, trying not to seem as cautious as he was. What did he want? <br><br>Taking a seat besides the taller male, Gizmo leaned back away from the table that the stairs were situated around and he crossed his arms defensively over his chest, his expression stony as he tilted his head in question. "What's up, Plaguey?" His tone was sarcastic, a small smile pulling at his features; he couldn't help but feel kind of smug as he tried to hide his anxiousness. He wasn't particularly comfortable around this member of Nephilim, but he was sure he could stand up for himself if need be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 21:48:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kasper</span></div><br><div align="center">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/244ob4n.jpg)</div><br>Kasper smirked at Noxis' sarcastic answer. His eyes then followed hers back to the woman on the ground, listening as she spoke. His eyes returned to Nox's once she'd voiced her opinion. "Hm…" He seemed to be considering Noxis' thoughts for a moment, a grin tugging at his own lips at her words.<br><br>He grabbed the other woman, pulling her up by the scruff of her collar and dragging her across the room and shoving her at Noxis, the woman barely catching herself on the arms of Noxis' chair, Kasper holding the bitch there by her hair. He tugged Nox's chin up so that he could get a better look at her face, "You're so damn fine, Nox," he complimented her, "You wanna know what I like most about you?"<br><br>His hands had begun to do something but his eyes commanded her full attention. "I like how hungry you are," he had leaned in closer, his lips against her ear, voice a mere breath. A scream would rip the attention away from Kasper and onto the girl between them- or rather what Kasper was <em>doing</em> to the girl between them. He had slammed himself violently into the bitch bent over and half way in Nox's lap. He was fucking the woman, right in front of Nox's face, "I love to watch you starve for my attention," Kasper smirked, enjoying his cruelty to both Nox and the enemy.<br><br>"Ah, keep your eyes on mine, Noxis," he hissed at her, "I thought you had a thing for watching." His smirk was something terrible, "You know why I don't ask what your opinion is? Because I don't care. You're just a weak bitch. The only reason I keep you around is for eye candy, whore. You really think I need you?"<br><br>He pulled the bitch he'd been fucking off, and let her fall to the floor. "You still eager to "climb the ladder" bitch, then suck it," he darkly muttered, grabbing hold of Noxis' hair, pulling her closer to his cock. He wondered how she'd fare after the shock of being attacked by the gang leader.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 20:03:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dante</span></div><br>Dante let a pleased expression manipulate his features when Eril obediently answered, affirming that he could. "Good," Dante whispered, pulling back some to look into little Eril's eyes. "I'll tell you when," Dante assured him, before his eyes provocatively fell on the rest of the smaller demon.<br><br>"We'll go for a walk then, I'm sure Kasper is preoccupied right now… He won't even notice," Kasper said to the smaller demon, leading the way through the abandoned warehouse and into the streets. "I want to see what you can do," he explained as they passed through the busy streets, humans crossing to the opposite side of the road as the two passed, not wanting the demons to take notice of them.<br><br>Dante stopped outside of a building, "There's something in there I want…" Dante told the other, "See if you can find it for me without alerting anyone." The building they stopped in front of was an orphanage and Dante knew that when Eril saw the child that Dante saw in his mind, that he would know exactly what he wanted- It was a small, frail child and looked almost like an angel- a little girl, pale skin, pale hair, but in her sockets laid Kasper's eyes. Dante was curious to see if Eril's powers could be used to veil others or if it worked on only himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 21:41:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Aciel</span></div><br>Aciel let his glare fall fully on the dark figure before him. The bitter hatred in his eyes wasn't all for Plague, but hearing those words had reserved a small portion of it for him. "Protect her?" Aciel repeated, a hint of amusement on his tone, "Is that what you think I have her around for? Plague… She's not here so I can protect her. She's here so she can protect this," he said, his hands gestured around the abandoned building, "This little broken kingdom of mine. Because once I become king," he gave a smirk that told more anyone needed to know of his character, "I'm going to burn everyone that ever crossed me. And I'll need her until I've broken every last soul that lingered this God forsaken Hell."<br><br>A snarl curled at Aciel's lips as he listened to Plague remind him of what the Southern hued man had lost- no, what had been stolen from him by Kasper. He could still feel the throb along his back and shoulder blades, the pain in his heart as he watched Kasper take everything… <em>Everything</em> from him. There was no monster Heaven, Hell or Earth that Aciel would rather smite.<br><br>"Rats hide anywhere they can, Plague," Aciel tiredly answered, "After nearly betraying Kasper, he wouldn't let himself be so easily seen… When Plague had left, Aciel had hollered for Sytri to come to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 22:19:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Zariel</span></div><br>Pink tongue lashed over red lips, thick dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks before she looked up at the others as she came into the room. Quick assessment- the brat, the cat, the dickhead and… darkness. The tiniest nuance of a smile pulled at the corner of her lush lips. Her brown eyes lingered on Sytri, giving her a once over, a vague look of disgust holding her expression. "Wednesday," she said, her nickname for Aciel's baby sister.<br><br>Before Sytri could respond, the putrid, reanimated face of a small monkey would pop up over Zariel's shoulder. It screeched violently at Sytri before falling into a fit of disturbing chuckles. Whispers filled the room for a moment, a thousand dead lingering within the eyes of the horrible creature. Zariel adored her little pet, a finger caressing its cheek as she nuzzled her face against his, "Leave the brat alone, Bones," she quietly cooed after hearing Aciel call for Sytri, though obviously pleased with Bones' antics.<br><br>She joined Gizmo and Plague, parking her ass in a seat between the two. Her lips pulling into a genuine smile now, as she rest her chin in a hand, leaning in to listen to the Southern man speak. She's always been sweet on that smooth accent of his, the syrup of his voice making a syrup of her own start to warm between her thighs. She had no qualm in making her attraction to Plague known, nor had any shame in inviting him to look- offering her ample cleavage for his eyes to rest on if he so wanted as she leaned towards him. <br><br>But it was more than attraction she felt towards the man- she knew greatness when she saw it. This man… He was going somewhere. She'd seen it in Kasper too, before he'd become King then cast her aside. She had followed Aciel in hopes of scathing Kasper with that betrayal… But then Aciel too had cast her aside. More than that, her heart hungered to see Plague in all his glory and she would give everything to see even a glimpse of that future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: City of Ashes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 23:31:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Sytri</strong></span></div>[/size]<br><br>Sytri sat there quietly, sighing. The feeling was just not going away, but she had to be vigilant. She had to protect her dear brother. He was the only world she knew aside from the others. When his voice rang out and he called to her she hopped to her feet and ran to him eagerly but still with a hint of worry in those exotic black eyes.<br><br>"Yes my brother?" she said softly, standing before him with that sweet, adoring grin.
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