Revelation

[size=1][color=#7D8593][B]Name-[/B] Raymond ?R.J.? Jackson Junior; also known as the Witch Doctor [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Age-[/B] 31 [B]Gang-[/B] The Virus [B]Weapon of Choice-[/B] R.J., more often than not, has no need to use weapons and prefers to use his body and mind as a weapon but when it comes to it, the [B][URL=http://world.guns.ru/handguns/turk_kanunis.jpg]Kanuni S[/URL][/B] has the decency to help him out of trouble, which is kept in a holster on his left waist. R.J. also carries around [B][URL=http://www.syracusewingchun.com/butterfly.jpg]Butterfly Swords[/URL][/B] that are carefully sheathed in a black scabbard. Along with that, R.J. has assortments of spike darts which can allow him to do many things. [B]Specialty-[/B] R.J., one of the Virus gang members, has powers dealing with the mind. His powers include telekinesis, telepathy, clairvoyance, and other mind-dealing powers. These powers came to R.J. at a young age and since then have begun to grow, allowing him to control and master them but also, giving him new ones as well. At times, it becomes a strain for R.J. if he should use a power near its limit, as well as using newfound power. Strange enough, though, he also has the ability to mirror others? powers with and in essence, become their equal but this can only put a strain to him as it takes great energy to concentrate whereas the mirrored person has had years of control. Other than having these mental abilities, R.J. is peculiarly in tune with the weather; as if he were a forecast or foreshadowing what was to come. He also has a slight ability of using the weather to his advantage though it is very slim. As well as having strange powers and abilities, R.J. is a spectacular medical technician who could diagnose a person without knowing their heart rate, age, and whatnot. [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/5238/kiros3yw.jpg]R.J.[/URL] Standing at an even 6 feet, R.J. has a fair complexion considering that he is mostly African-American with Italian descent. One could say that he is ?Tall, Dark, and Handsome,? the very few qualities that women love about a man. He loves to wear formal yet casual clothes, the type that can be worn anytime and still appear decent. His favorite attire consists of his faded jeans, white undershirt, striped polos or dress shirts, and ends it with a black blazer. There are times, though, that R.J. will mix up the look with whatever he can find, which is always what happens. R.J. has several tattoos- one located under his forearm, two bands on each upper arm, and four on his back, and several piercing- two on his brow, left cartilage, and two on each lobe. [B]Personality-[/B] By far, R.J. is possibly the most level-headed, calm, and rational member of the Virus gang, if not the only, as well as one of the oldest. He has a cheerful smile that could light up a room, which can be very unusual for vengeance-ridden ex-Epidemic soldiers, but nonetheless he tries to make the best out of every situation, no matter how bad they can get. For R.J., there are no surprises in life, to him, God had already used the good surprises on him already and left him with the bad. To the world, R.J. may seem like an innocent person who probably is the joker of the group, but to those that know him, see that he is beyond the innocence any longer. Due to great numbers of traumatic events in his life, R.J. left his childhood years ago and became the man that he is now, a person who uses the better terms of life by using the bad to do good but a part of him has been dormant for so long and those that know him wonder when he would snap and that dormant, hibernating part awaken. [B]Bio-[/B] [B]Bio-[/B] Camden, New Jersey, the most dangerous city under Bolest City, where there was nothing but criminal activity. It was a city where policemen weren?t capable of making the streets safe, a city where violent crimes, murder, and robbery occurred almost every day, but it was also a city where many miracles were born. One miracle was called Raymond Jackson Junior, a baby boy who was early in his birth but happened to be a healthy baby when born. Though growing in a vile city, R.J. had a close relationship with his parents, who were the only family that lived in Camden. They cared for each other and took care of each other, which taught R.J. good virtues. He watched his family through learning eyes, understanding and experiencing each and every different movement, emotion, and talk that came to him. He soaked everything that his family unintentionally and intentionally taught him to a great degree. Yet around the age of eight, R.J.?s parents were murdered in cold blood while walking through the park with R.J. swinging between them. He was traumatized greatly, questioning why this had happened to him and who would do such a thing to two people who tried their hardest to turn Camden into a better city. R.J. couldn?t comprehend with that fateful night and with no one to go to in Camden; he was sent to his grandmother who lived in Bolest City. It was a year later in Bolest City that he had begun to experience a great change within him. This was the beginning of his transformation, changing him into who he is now. Fear began to consume R.J.?s grandmother and she had no choice but to send him to an academy that would help him control his ?witchcraft?, as some call it. Yet, unbeknownst to the two of them, the academy wasn?t exactly a helpful center but more of a disciplinary detention that would turn children into stoic robots. It was at this academy that seemed to torment R.J. vigorously, giving him this tortured mind filled with unwanted mental pictures of what he has to experience everyday. Years have gone by and R.J. still remembers the days at the academy. He hasn?t a clear idea as to how he escaped that hellhole but he knows he wouldn?t return to it and go through the life he had to live again. It was clear, though, the name that he received while there, it was probably the only thing that he remembered that was significant. They called him the Witch Doctor and to this day, he could still hear the agonizing screams that rang out like bells on a summer day, tearing apart the mental and psychological beings of the people that had begun their work. It was still vivid but to this day, R.J. hadn?t ever unlocked a shred of that part of him again, but there is no doubt in his mind and everyone else?s that the lock which closed that part would open and wreak havoc. [B]Writing Sample-[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]Not far off from the Council Chamber, Kora Nov and her Padawan, Yaru, were nearly sprinting with Yaru trying to match each of her long-legged Master?s steps. As they passed through the glass walls, from the corner of Kora?s eyes, the city began to awaken and with it the sounds of the morning. Although, this beautiful dawn was stretching its arms and warming the hearts of everyone, it was apparent that Kora was in no mood for anything warm and cheerful. It seemed that she wanted nothing to do but to train her Padawan but the late request for her appearance had somewhat touched a nerve, yet it wasn?t the place or time to reveal her emotions to the Council. As the two kept walking towards the Chamber, Kora began her daily mental rants, except instead of them being mental; her rants became whispered, murmuring, ?Bloody of all days. Is this any way to tell me that we have a meeting, having my Padawan wake me at the earliest of hours? In fact, what is the meaning of this early meeting? This is unbelievable, I always miss my notices and I always arrive late. The Council?s probably going to think of me as an incompetent Knight. But I wonder why the urgent request of this meeting is?? Finally arriving at the doors of the Council Chamber, Kora looked to Yaru and then to the doors. ?There?s only one way to find out what the Council has to say.? The sound of the Chamber doors opening was heard and Kora entered the room with Yaru close behind her. Upon entering, Kora saw the familiar faces of the Council members. The Knight and Padawan bowed respectively to the Council members and walked further in, yet keeping a distance between the seated Council and herself and Yaru, whose eyes looked to the eyes of the Council. Kora smirked as she glanced down to her Padawan but her gaze went back to those of the Council when they had spoken. ?We are glad that you could make it, Master Kora. There are some pressing matters that need to be dealt with as soon as possible.? There was an air of silence from the Knight and the Council continued on, with Yaru merely watching. ?It has become apparent to us that there has been a request to deal with the recent events in the Expansionist Region, to be exact, the Brak sector. Are you aware of the crisis, Master Kora?? ?I am aware, Masters.? Kora had neither emotion nor expression in her face or her voice. Nodding the Council continued, ?It has become known to us that you and your Padawan, along with several other Jedi Knights and their Padawan will be needed in that sector, Master Kora, in hopes that the Jedi will bring order to this falling sector. Without any face of emotion, Kora bowed her head in respect and replied, ?It is understood, Masters. My Padawan and I will do whatever possible to helping this fallen sector.? With that, Kora concluded the meeting and raised her head, turning to walk towards the Chamber doors. Following suit, Yaru gave a quick bow and began after Kora, but the Master stopped short of the doors. Before she stepped out of the doors that opened, she asked, ?Is it possible to know who should be accompanying us on this trip, Masters?? A silence fell over the Chamber for a moment but one of the Council answered, ?You shall soon see when Master Kora arrives at the Temple Spire. May the force be with the two of you, Master and Padawan.? Kora finally walked out of the doors with Yaru following in suit. She hadn?t the faintest idea who would be accompanying her, nor what they would be expecting in the Brak sector, but she knew well that the trip would suggest a challenge and perhaps able Yaru to train on the field. Her footsteps began to resound against the glass walls as she and Yaru began to make their way to the Temple, wondering who the group would turn out to be.[/size][/color]

[size=1]?Papy, papy!? A small face peered out from behind the newspaper that Monsieur Nikolas Cloutier was reading. The child?s face gleamed with happiness and joy, something so rare to see and whenever this child ran up to Nikolas with his glowing smile, Nikolas couldn?t help but put his newspaper aside and take this child into arms. The strange thing about this child, though, was that he was special, he just didn?t know it. At the age of ten, Leonell Cloutier stood at the height of five feet and two inches with wild sandy brown hair and blond highlights, glowing round hazel brown eyes, and strange enough, a scar running diagonally on the left side of his neck which started near his ear and ended near his collar bone. Leonell was a vibrant boy who had no recollection of his younger years as a wee babe nor did he remember how he had obtained his scar, but the few things he knew was that he had a love for adventure, imagination, and the unknown. Although for him, there was nothing better than to sit by the fire and listen to his grandfather speak of unknown lands, valiant heroes, and nearly impossible tasks. ?Tell a story, grandpa? Leonell looked at his grandfather as he began to climb onto the sofa and sit next to Nikolas, his grandfather. ?Tell a story, s'il vous plait?? Chuckling, Nikolas took Leonell and covered him with a homemade blanket. The two then became snug in the blanket and Leonell was anxious to hear his grandfather?s story. ?You want to listen to a story?? The grandson nodded his head vigorously; once again Nikolas couldn?t help but chuckle. ?Alright then. How about ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre??? Getting comfortable underneath the blanket, Leonell prepared himself for the wonders this story would bring and did not know what sort of adventure it would become, where it would take him, nor what awaited him, moreover out of all the unknown, something greater awaited him for what he was about to hear wouldn?t just be a story. [center]+ + + + +[/center] In another part of France, there lived another boy similar in age and appearance, except differing in personality. This child?s name was Marleon Lefebvre who also was ten years of age standing at five feet and two inches and glowing round hazel brown eyes. Though his hair was sandy brown, it wasn?t wild but tamed and set apart in a somewhat sophisticated look. He also had a scar that ran from near his right ear and ended near his right collar bone on the right side of his neck. Marleon was in a situation reciprocal Leonell?s- no remembrance of his younger years or of how he had obtained the scar but the things that were certain to him was that he had a love for adventure, imagination, and the unknown. Unlike Leonell, Marleon never had the freedom of sitting by the fire and listen to his grandfather speak of unknown lands, valiant heroes, and nearly impossible tasks. He was taught to become one of the most sophisticated and well-renowned people of the world. ?Grand-mère, may I listen to a story?? Marleon walked up to his grandmother and kneeled by the burning fire that warmed the entire room. She was knitting a scarf while sitting in the rocking chair with a blanket covering her legs. ?Grand-mère, tell me a story, s'il vous plaî.? She put down the knitting needles and yarn aside, taking her adopted grandson into her lap. ?A story? Since you asked so nicely, I think I?ll have to.? Smiling, Marleon?s grandmother held onto him as she began to rock back and forth in the chair. ?Tonight, I?ll tell you a story of ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre??? Sitting himself comfortably on his grandmother?s lap, Marleon awaited the power of the story, the thrill of the fable, and sat there, waiting to listen closely to the words of the story. He had no idea of the beauty this story possessed, nor did he know the journey it would become, yet most of all, there was not even an inkling of what would await him for what he was about to hear wouldn?t just be a story. [center]+ + + + +[/center] Three years later, something evil swept over the country side in France, which slowly began to consume the rest of France, and with it, its people. Terror struck in every home, people feeling too frightened to even step out, fearful of the army of darkness that walked the streets. It was a time of darkness and with that darkness; an army walked along side it. This army was deviant and destructive, taking away children and parents from their homes because they dared to speak the words of fables and stories. Questions were unanswered, rumors were spread, yet the only constant thing that rushed about the people was fear of the Forest and the army who followed the orders of the Dark Lord. After some time, the people in France slowly began to conjure up some courage and go about their daily routines but dared not to speak the words of any fables or stories for they knew what the consequence was of speaking it. This had begun to deprive children of their imagination and their will to be happy. There was nothing worse for the townspeople than seeing their children unhappy but what could they do? Happiness was only brought by the times of stories and tales, when family sat together and enjoyed a laugh or two from the adventures they could think of from stories told to them but it was taken away into the Haunted Forest, a forest that began to grow with the oncoming darkness. Soon enough, there was only a handful brave enough to speak of wonderful journeys, courageous heroes, and malicious villains so that they may see their children smile just once. Yet, just as soon as they spoke these words, the army would take them away, leaving behind their family. For Leonell Cloutier and Marleon Lefebvre, as well as the handful of people, what was meant to be a bedtime story had now become a living nightmare. As time passed by, the Dark Lord and his army ruled France, they took whatever they wanted and even housed themselves in people?s homes. If the people disobeyed the Dark Lord, they were taken to the Forest, which had become detesting and tiring. For many, they wanted to do something but couldn?t. It was out of their hands and they had no knowledge of what to do for only a few had their families to help them and guide them, except for Leonell Cloutier and Marleon Lefbvre but each other. Leonell and Marleon both left their houses and followed the dark army, in hopes that they would be able to save their grandparents but the dark army disappeared just as they came to the edge of the Forest. It was at this moment that the two had come to realize their uncanny likeness, as if they were each other?s reflection. Without guidance and unanswered questions, and a feeling of loss, Marleon and Leonell had to do something, they had to enter the Haunted Forest. Even though, they wished to enter this dark world, they did not realize the dangers ahead. They didn?t understand the difficulty of the Forest or what lurked within. They couldn?t do it alone, they needed help. And so, upon finding newfound friends who shared an equal goal, the group believed they could enter the Forest and return with them, their loved ones and destroy this evil that had come. [center]+ + + + +[/center] [color=#7D8593]I have returned to the world of creating RPS (Role Playing Stories) and with me, I have brought this wonderful new creation, which I would like to call, Les Prince et Les Pauvre. It?s been too long since I?ve written an RPS, so please bear with me. But, without delay, I?d like to get into the FYI part. Leonell Cloutier (played by me) and Marleon Lefebvre (played by JJ), and possibly five others, have mustered up enough courage to enter the Haunted Forest to find whoever was taken from them. Within the center of the Haunted Forest is the castle of the Dark Lord and inside are the prisoners. Well, you all already know that, so let?s get on with it, shall we? The beginning point of this RPS starts with your character experiencing the dreadful ritual of taking away anyone who speaks of a tale, story, whatnot. Though others fear the Dark Army, your character feels they must know where they will be headed and so they follow the Dark Army to the edge of the Haunted Forest. Here you shall meet the rest of the group. And from then on, the adventure starts within the Haunted Forest, transforming into a world of fairytales, fables, and more. Think of this as ?The Brothers Grimm?, for those of you who have either seen this movie or know about it. To not have chaos and confusion, I will post the date and what part of the day it is (i.e.: Night, Dawn, Daybreak, etc.), as well as Key Important things that you, the members, should know. For questions, comments, rants and raves, and whatever?s on your mind, I give you ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre?- The Kingdom in the Adventure Underground. Now then, without further ado, the sign-ups! [B]Name:[/B] European, French mostly though. Please include any nicknames, if you have one. [B]Age:[/B] 10-20 [B]Gender:[/B] Male or Female, quite simple really. [B]Appearance:[/B] Either a picture or a detailed description or both. But keep in mind that this takes place in the 1800s. [B]Personality:[/B] I would like an arrangement because we all know that children are not always the same. So, in question, ask yourself, is my character fearless or fearful, are they intelligent or a bit slow, etc. [B]Short History:[/B] You are all children, so there is no need to create an elaborate and long biography, but perhaps there?s something about you that?s special or something that others might need to know. [B]The Reason:[/B] Why must you go into the Forest? Who was taken from you? Please, don?t just write down ?My parents were taken away. That is why I have to go.? I want more than just parents, give me mentor, give me teacher, give me DEATH! No wait, Give me people! [B]Writing Sample:[/B] Now is your chance to write the experience you?ve had with the imprisonment of your adult (parent, grandparent, aunt, guardian, etc) Also add in how you meet the others at the end, s?il vous plaî?[/color] [B]EDIT:[/B] Instead of everyone listening to ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre?, I?d like an assortment of stories, please. [B]EDIT #2:[/B] The story ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre? will be limited to only JJ and I since it is a story about the two boys who look alike but I?ve decided that I want stories that have a similarity to your character?s life, something you feel is nearly the replica of the story. [color=#7D8593][B]Other:[/B] Are there any skills you are particular in? What possession do you carry around all the time? Have at it, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this wonderful Christmas Present I give to the OB.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]The sweet scent of White Tea and Ginger still wafted around in Michael?s car. It was a scent he would never want to part with. He watched Brandi walk into her house before leaving and as soon as he saw the door close, he made his way out of the driveway and out onto the street. [i]You?re one lucky guy, Mikey-boy, one lucky guy. You?ve finally got up off of your ass and asked Brandi Morgan on a date with you, ain?t that somethin?? Let?s just hope it all goes down well.[/i] As Michael made his way past the outlet stores on his right, his phone began to ring Prodigy- Girls, which Michael knew was Sammy at an instant. Instead of having the same ring tone for everyone, Michael, since he was a man of music, decided to download different ring tones for different people or groups and thus, he knew at once that Sammy was calling. ?Hey, what?s up?? ?Mikey, where are you? You told me to come by.? Driving down the street, Michael watched the road confused and suddenly realized that he had and looked all around and made a U-Turn. ?I?m on my way, Sammy. Wait a few and I?ll be there.? Now, Michael was speeding the opposite way towards Café Lite. He had completely forgotten that he had told Michael to return to the Café if he had time and this was all due to his focus on Brandi, which wasn?t bad, it just had made him clear his mind of everything which he loved doing. It was a relief of stress whenever he saw her face or even heard her laugh, and even when she spoke French, in fact, he knew a bit himself after spending a few years in France. Now arriving at the parking lot of Café Lite, Michael saw that Sammy took a seat on one of the outside patio chairs that Café Lite had set up. Sammy had to shield his eyes when Michael?s car lights turned to high beam, blinding his eyes. With a smirk, Michael stuck his head out of the window and called out to Sammy, who began to walk towards his car and open the door. Upon getting in, Michael pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the street, not knowing where to go next. ?Where do you want to go? You look like you could use some R&R; clear your head or somethin?.? Michael looked to Sammy, who rolled down the window and placed his elbow on the open window and let his head rest in his hand, he sighed and shrugged. This gave Michael a signal to go anywhere he felt would help, mainly anywhere that wouldn?t remind him of what had happened today. ?A bite to eat then.? [center]+++++++[/center] Sitting in one of the local restaurants in Timber Valley, Michael looked to Sammy who was still had a preoccupied look on his face. He leaned back in his chair as the waitress brought them water and took their orders, but all the while, he still looked to his friend, who looked as if he had gone through a great ordeal. Sighing, Michael threw a piece of his napkin at his friend and this made him turn with a raised brow. Michael merely shrugged, throwing his hands up saying that it wasn?t him. Sammy, once again, looked out the window and this made Michael throw another piece of napkin, making Sammy look to him again, this time with a raised brow then a laugh. ?Now there?s the Sammy I know. Hey, aren?t Quincy and I supposed to be the brooding ones among your friends?? Sammy?s laughter had suddenly stopped and he coughed. At once, Michael put two and two together, creating part of the puzzle that Sammy had become. ?Listen, you know I don?t like to pester and poke my nose into people?s business...? Shooting his friend a glare, Sammy cut in, ?Then don?t, Mikey. I?d rather not talk about it.? ?[i]But[/i], you look like you could use a friend right now. So, I think I will pester and poke my nose, since it?s my specialty, is it not?? Michael smiled a goofy smile and Sammy couldn?t help but chuckle. ?Well, don?t kill me if I?m right but... does this have anything to do with Quincy and Bianca?? Then quickly he said, ?I don?t know if they?re the same problem or if they?re two separate but it seems like you still got a problem with the two or something.? Michael leaned closer, ?Is it the ?or something???[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]After a long conversation on the phone, the sun had begun to rise. Jarrah looked to his left and could see that Akuma had fallen asleep. The child had the appearance of a newly reborn vampire, waiting to open her eyes to the rising moon, the way a human child would when first born to the sun. With ease, Jarrah picked her up and carried her inside the home, only to see a chaotic mess that had risen within the house and shaking his head as he walked through it. He came to the stairs, smelling the air that drafted down from the upper level, knowing at once that the upper level was filled with Zugai and young prey that was lured into the home. He knew that Akuma?s room wouldn?t have been occupied but nonetheless, he would?ve rather not have her wake up to the scent of blood. Jarrah then walked into a small hallway to his left and entered the first room on his right, a guest room that came with the house, though no one ever occupied it much. ?There ya go, kid. Rest easy here and by tomorrow?s nightfall, we?ll make our way to Japan, where Kuroichi lives. And then, you can have the fun of yer life, eh? Rest easy, then.? Closing the door behind, Jarrah made his way around the house, closing all of the open windows and doors, making sure to cover each area to protect his clan from the burning sun that would surely kill them instantly. Finally, every nook and cranny had been closed and covered, the various Zugai who had been sleeping uncomfortably were placed in their rightful places, and Jarrah had cleaned up most of the debris that they had caused. He then stretched his burly arms and yawned greatly, nearly shaking the entire house that sat at the edge of the beach. Before he walked down to the end of the hallway, he looked into the room where he laid Akuma and saw her sound asleep but just as soon as he was about to close the door, word were murmured from her breath. ?The Diamond calls. It calls.? Curious about the Diamond, Jarrah walked back in and gently closed the door. He took a seat in the large velvet chair next to the bed and listened carefully to what Akuma was saying. ?Its Brethen must find its way to their rightful place. The Diamond calls them. It calls them.? Suddenly after moments of saying, ?It calls them.? Akuma awoke suddenly to find Jarrah comforting her and allowing her to rest again. She sat up slowly and looked around the room, then had the sudden urge to wrap her small hands around the Death Diamond, which was absent from her neck. Frantically, she felt for it and looked down to where it should be, then quickly searched for it in the bed, the desk, all the while Jarrah tried to explain that it was given to Kuroichi to borrow. Akuma suddenly retreated into her silent ways and glared at Jarrah for the closest thing to her, other than Jarrah, was the Diamond, even though it was an object. She lied back down with her back towards Jarrah and crossed her arms in bed. Jarrah could do nothing but give her rest, as he needed it as well.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]Silence was something Michael became used to, since it was something he lived with for so long. It wasn?t intentional or even unwanted, it just happened to be there. Yet, this silence was something he didn?t want, it was awkward and it added uneasiness to the atmosphere when there was already a slight discomfort since Michael had this heavy feeling for Brandi. [i]Come on, Mikey-boy. You can do this, just say something. Find out what she likes, or what she doesn?t like, or whatever. Just find out something about her. Come on, Mikey, what did dad teach you?[/i] ?No matter how hard or how many times life hits you, don?t let it knock you out in the ring.? ?Excuse me?? Brandi looked at Michael, wondering if he had said something to her under his breath. ?I?m sorry, did you say something?? Shaking his head, Michael inhaled slightly and popped out one of his earphones and walked back to Brandi, knowing this time that he had to take on this ordeal that life conjured up, show that he won?t be a quitter and let it knock him out of the ring. He smiled the smile that only came up every few moments, where his dimples showed, his pearl-white teeth shined, and it was all that the girls awed about back in the days when he smiled in New York and here he was, smiling that same smile to the girl he only dared to dream about. ?It?s nothing, just reminding myself something that I have to do.? ?You know, this?ll sound really weird but... you have a beautiful smile. Has anyone told you that before?? Brandi complimented, but at the same time thinking she couldn?t believe she had just said that to Michael. Chuckling, Michael replied, ?If you don?t count my mother as anyone, then no. Not many people have told me I have a beautiful smile. It always either about my dimples, my teeth, or otherwise. Thanks for the compliment.? Shyly, Brandi folded her arms on the counter of the bar and stuck one hand out, drawing swirls with her finger, looking down as she quietly said ?You?re welcome.? Michael watched her as he wiped down the other side of the bar, something sparkling in his eyes as he did. He looked down as well. Café Lite was beginning to close and everyone had already headed out, save Brandi and Michael. Donny and the rest of the crew had left for somewhere else other than Café Lite, leaving only Michael and Brandi inside the smoothie shop, lit with interesting colorful lights and booming with music always disapproved by adults, rebelled with by teenagers, and mainly used in young areas populated by teenagers. Café Lite had been his second, well perhaps third after his first job, since his arrival upon moving to Timber Valley. Café Lite was probably the reason why he felt so comfortable enough to talk to Brandi. He began to round up his work he was intended to do when it came to closing up Café Lite and took off his apron but before he came around to sit next to Brandi, he turned around, asking Brandi what she wanted to drink. ?Hot Chocolate would be nice.? With a smile, Michael began to make a batch of hot chocolate for the two of them. Once finished, he added a small amount of vanilla and chocolate, as well as whipped cream and added a shaving of chocolate on top. He then opened the small entrance to the back and came around to sit next to Brandi, handing her the hot chocolate. She replied with a thank you and the two sat, drinking and warming up to each other as their drink warmed them. It wasn?t until long the two began to laugh with each other and tell one another their small stories about life and what it brought them. Michael felt a real connection with Brandi, something he longed for in years after his father?s death and his distancing from people. He?d never been real with anyone, not even Dameon and Samuel and those two were probably his closest friends, except for Brandi Morgan. Michael knew at once that he had to ask her. ?Hey, Brandi?? Michael put down the cup as she looked at him. ?I have a question to ask you.? ?What is it?? With a sigh, Michael looked into Brandi?s eyes and asked, ?Will you go to the dance with me tomorrow night?? He surveyed her face but then suddenly played his cool and apathetic self once more, ?If you don?t want to, that?s cool. I was just wondering and...? Quickly picking up his drink, Michael looked ahead and drank some more. ?I would love to.? A soft and desired reply had escaped the beautiful lips possessed by Brandi. Michael turned to her and blinked a few times. ?I?d love to go to the dance with you, Michael.? There was nothing he could say or at least there nothing in his mind that he wanted to say at the moment. He was flabbergasted at the fact that Brandi had just accepted his invitation to the dance. Brandi looked at him and surveyed his face, wondering why he hadn?t said a word. ?Michael? Is something wrong?? Now attentive, Michael realized he was still sitting next to Brandi. ?What? Yeah, I?m fine.? He cleared his throat and checked the time. ?Wow, I think we should get home. We?ve been for over an hour.? Getting up, Michael made sure to double check to lock the doors and windows, turn off the lights and machines, put up the chairs, and whatnot, but most of all to take out the money from the cash register and place it in a safe. Surveying the room once, Michael opened the door for Brandi and closed it and locking it as he exited the store. ?Well, I guess it?s time for us to part. See you at school?? ?I?ll see you at school.? Brandi turned to leave but heard Michael?s voice. ?Would you like a ride home?? ?That?d be great, thanks.? And thus the day ended with Michael driving Brandi Morgan home, the polar opposite of himself yet the girl he could only dream of. He was a happy man and she was a happy girl, yet to Michael it was more than happiness, it was something else, something he could never describe in words alone.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]Working furiously to fulfill the desired drinks of the customers inside Café Lite, Michael hadn?t realized that he had stopped to meet and talk with Brandi for the first time in his four years of high school. It wasn?t until everyone held their drinks and he was given a break that he was able to sit back and review his day up until the present moment that he had realized what had just taken place within Café Lite. Michael sat up abruptly and suddenly was in full realization at that moment. He had talked to the girl he dared to dream of speaking with, as if she was an untouched angel that God had sent to him. ?She talked to me. Wow, I can?t believe it. I talked to her. Wait...? Michael thought for a moment and stood up, walked towards the bar again, his eyes in thought. ?I [i]talked[/i] to [i]her[/i]. I [i]talked[/i] to... her. My, oh my, Michael Dean-Arquette, you?ve really outdone yourself today. That?s at least one thing crossed off of your list.? ?What list, Michael?? Michael hadn?t realized that someone was listening to his spoken thoughts, which caused him to look around like a fool. He finally saw who it was and stood up straight, scratching his head. ?What?s this list of your?s?? ?Hey Bianca.? He took a few steps towards her and leaned on the counter once again, drinking the last of his Honeydew smoothie. ?It?s nothing really, just a mental list, I suppose.? ?Oh. I see. I wish I had a list like that, maybe it?d keep me occupied.? Looking up, Michael could see that Bianca was tormented with running thoughts that clouded her focus and mind. ?Hey Bianca, why don?t I get you a free drink? You look like you can use it.? She merely smiled and nodded. ?Alrighties then, one White Chocolate Caramel Cappuccino coming right up.? Bianca was one of the few girls that Michael knew and liked. He felt comfortable with her and knew he could depend on her when he could. It was strange though, with Dameon and Samuel, Michael didn?t have a care in the world. He could care less for whatever the world dished him when he was with those two, let alone what the world wanted from him. Michael was laid-back and happy-go-lucky, yet it wasn?t as if he was reverting back to his preppy, perky self when he was young?n back in New York. Everyone else saw him as the quiet, solitary kid who has a cool demeanor about him, a collected mind, and an avid love for the punk life- masochism, physical pain to replace the emotional pain, the many piercing and tattoos, and much more that is only stereotypical. Only some saw him as Michael Dean-Arquette, a kid who was just like everyone else and those people were his friends. Returning with Bianca?s drink, he handed it to her and added shaved chocolate on top of the whipped cream. He wanted to see her smile and be careless like she always was. He looked at her then tended to a customer real quick and then went back, wanting to ask her who she was going to the dance with but was shut down before he could. ?I?m wondering Michael, who are you going to the dance with or who do you want to [i]take[/i]?? This came as a big shock to Michael. He wasn?t prepared for anyone to ask that question, let alone someone who knew Brandi. He blinked a few times and played his usual cool self. ?Not sure. I?m still running through my options. Why?? ?No reason.? When there was clearly a reason for this question. Bianca noticed the time and raised her cup of White Chocolate Caramel Cappuccino and said her good bye to Michael. ?I?ll see you later, Michael. Thanks for the drink.? Michael watched her leave and exhaled deeply, it was a bullet he just dodged from Bianca?s question. He shook his head and went back to work, watching the several customers leave as well as the sun setting, turning the afternoon into dusk. He then had another realization, if he couldn?t tell Bianca who he wanted to take then could he even admit his feelings to Brandi? There were millions of situations racing through his mind, not even one could predict what the future brought and this brought even more anxiety to Michael, all the more. [i]?What if I can?t say a word? Would that still be enough? What if I choke and do something wrong? Would she still like me? Should I bring me to the table or should I bring a piece of me? I can?t do this... can I??[/i][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]While inside Astralis, Angel hadn?t the faintest idea of why Armageddemon would leave one area unprotected. It was possibly one of the most important areas of his castle and yet, no other digimon was to be found lurking around. It was almost too easy but she knew that Armageddemon wasn?t stupid to allow anyone to walk in his home without putting up a fight. Just as she came to an area that branched off into two other open spaces on both sides of her, a Centarumon appeared from the dark in front of her and behind him were two Tekkamon readying themselves as they took their place on either side of him. Stamping its hoof, the Centarumon crossed his arms, while the Tekkamon floated in mid-air, laughing their diabolically strange cackle. ?Leave Astralis, human, and no one gets hurt.? Angel didn?t comply to what Centarumon had said, she merely stood there with a defiant look on her face and snapped her fingers, signaling to RhodoKnightmon. At the sound of the snap, RhodoKnightmon disappeared from Angel?s side and with speed created a flurry of rose petals, running around the three digimon who stood in their way, distracting them from what Angel had planned. As this went on, Angel turned to Wormmon and nodded to him, who digivolved in the thick of the petals. He digivolved into FlaWizardmon, a wizard digimon who looks like a scarecrow clad in tattered red robes and gear with two large matches, one with a red tip and the other with a blue tip, at his sides. ?Solar Ray!? A blast of a bright beam cut through the rose petals, making them subside and disappear, giving FlaWizardmon his grand entrance before the three digimon. Fire began to flare around him, creating an elaborate view of himself. Leaning forward from the fires, FlaWizardmon put on his most malevolent smile and said, ?Boo.? His voice now had a grave tone, deep and almost malicious. He took a step forward and the Tekkamon began to laugh without control. ?A wizard can?t do anything in here.? The first Tekkamon spat out. ?It?s unlikely that you?ll win against us!? The second Tekkamon followed suit after his fellow Tekkamon. Still smiling his malevolent smile, FlaWizardmon had a reply to their response. ?On the contrary, the party hasn?t even started.? From the tips of his red-gloved fingers, blue fire began to flare from them, dancing in the dark. The small dancing flames soon began to form into a larger flame, engulfing FlaWizardmon?s hand and right before their eyes, FlaWizardmon threw the large blue flame towards the three, watching it branch off into three separate flames. ?It?s going to be like that, huh? Then try this on for size.? One of the Tekkamon piped up with their usual crazed voices, cackling in between their speech. In its hands, the sword began to become electrically charged, while he was swinging the sword to destroy the blue flames. ?Electronic Blast Sword!? The now electrical sword destroyed the flames, but unbeknownst to him, RhodoKnightmon appeared from above. ?Spiral Masquerade!? The fury of RhodoKnightmon?s ribbons began to strike through the Tekkamon and Centarumon, not causing them to become deleted but just enough so that they felt the pain. ?Sending in Rookies to do a Mega?s job. Is this what I came here for? To become frightened by two mecha-balls and a Trojan horse?? Angel tsked Armageddemon?s guards and waved her hand as she walked past the three. RhodoKnightmon pushed her ribbons past their bodies and Angel heard their cries. ?It?s a pity they had to be deleted, they would have made excellent help in the battle against those goody-two-shoed humans and their digimon. Oh well, what?s done is done.? [center]+ + + + +[/center] The revving of a motorcycle began to fill the vast emptiness in the halls. RhodoKnightmon was the first to notice, alerting Angel and FlaWizardmon. ?We have company, Angel. I believe it?s Beelzemon but I may be mistaken.? Turning around, Angel had a sly grin on her face, and in reply she said, ?Then perhaps we should welcome them.?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]Finally the day had ended and Michael was able to leave the prison that the adults called ?School? that he called everyday except for today, which was strange. When he saw Brandi leaving, his heart pitted into his stomach and he could feel it turning and flipping, this girl was truly something to him and he couldn?t imagine not seeing her again. The way her words rolled off of her lips, the soft tone in her voice, the gentle eyes that sparkled in the light, everything about her was spectacular and he could see that she was beautiful and not cute, adorable, or hot like most guys at his school would think of girls. He was entirely fathomed by her and couldn?t stand a minute not to wonder who she was beneath the exterior. With a sigh, Michael had found Dameon outside, walking towards the courtyard. He would have called to him or walked to him, soon enough his walk was interrupted by a melody of Fall Out Boy- Dance, Dance, one of the many ring tones that played on his phone. Michael looked at the caller I.D. and realized that work was beckoning him in. With a sigh, Michael picked up and could already hear the sounds of his work bustling into his ears, while his manager?s voice was loud and clear. [B]?Mikey, where are you?? ?I?m on my way, I just got out of school, Donny. Why?? ?Nothing, just that lil? Charlie just quit, sayin? it wasn?t his scene anymore.?[/B] Michael heard a thank you and here you go on the other line, listening to Donny work before he started to talk on the phone again. [B]?So, anyways, I need someone to cover his shift, which is ?til closing. What do you say, can you do it??[/B] Thinking for a while, Michael had made his decision. [B]?Yeah, sure, no problem. I?ll be in as soon as I can.?[/B] The two exchanged their good byes and Michael closed his cell phone, putting it back into its rightful place. He then sighed and headed towards his car. He got into his car, throwing his backpack and miscellaneous items into the backseat and drove off towards Café Lite, his place of work. While driving down the road, Michael couldn?t help but to think of what Brandi would think of the song he had made for her, what she might say when he would ask her, what she might do, just exactly what. It nearly suffocated him just to hypothetically believe she would do, say, or think something when he never even had the courage to talk to her the way he had always wanted to and not the way they talked with each other, as a friend. Finally, Michael pulled up into the employee section of the parking lot and shut his engine off, thinking that maybe work would help him calm his nerve-racking anxiety.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593][U][B]Character Overview[/B][/U] [B]Name-[/B] Kora Nov [B]Age/ Rank-[/B] 28/ Jedi Knight [B]Species/ Gender-[/B] Kiffar Female [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://starwars.wikicities.com/images/c/c9/SintasVel1.jpg]Kora[/URL] stands at 5 feet 4 inches with pale ivory skin marked with a thin black line running vertically down the left side of her face, a small black arrowhead underneath her right, and a series of, what appeared to be, rose thorns varying in rotations around the upper arm of both arms. Her body is lean and muscular, well adapted to the different climates of the various planets scattered across the galaxy and her luscious dark-colored hair falls to her waist though held in a ponytail. The Jedi clothing attire she wears is a pale gray with ocean blue linings, her armor bears a silver trigram and silver linings on the front, as well as the back, her shoes a storm gray which are all worn underneath a hooded midnight blue cloak. [B]Personality-[/B] Strangely, Kora is rebellious, outspoken, and spontaneous with a fiery spirit that cannot be extinguished but more so, she is also rational, understanding, and hard-working, having contradictions that seem to coincide quite well with each other, never colliding with anything she was taught. She walked with a cool head that could only invoke thoughts of nothing but training and ravenous information that could never escape her. She held onto a strong will and a powerful tongue that could tear apart even the smallest thing that anyone could say or even twist words only to make her not seem what the other perceives her to be. Kora is passionate about what is fighting for, her beliefs, and her morals. She holds them dearly but also is open-minded and will listen to whatever another wishes to say, which makes her one of the few Jedi who give a bit leeway but only in very little. Overall, this Jedi Knight is a Kiffar who pushes herself to become one of the best, a Jedi fighting hard to hold onto her pure force-sensitiveness; above all else, she wishes to create her own destiny and not allow others to create it for her, which explains why she is defiant in many things. Yet, in the end, Kora does what is right and holds no regrets. [B]General Overview-[/B] Like many Kiffar, Kora was born with psychometric abilities which were enhanced by the force-sensitiveness within her. This had already labeled her to be a Kiffar Guardian and soon a sheyf to the planet Kiffar. Yet, unlike most Kiffar, Kora had no family who would be with her, therefore making her an orphan but being on the planet Kiffu, Kora had family friends who had high hopes for her, knowing well enough that she would be great either as a Guardian or Jedi. They also acknowledged that whatever decision they came to, they would support Kora even if she left Kiffu, they would be the family that Kora never had. While training as a Youngling, it was apparent that Kora was a bit more adept than most of the young Jedi children at the academy. She had skills foreseen only in some Jedi, abilities that fathom even the greatest of Jedi, albeit of all this, she is still young. Soon enough, Kora became a Jedi Padawan and was paired with a teacher who shaped her into a rose that hid her thorns. With her teacher, Kora learned of the Jar?Kai lightsaber style and practiced daily, even hourly, to perfect it and become a master of the style. She was also taught to control her abilities; especially her Psychometry for it was the most powerful of all abilities within her. Now as a Jedi Knight, Kora awaits her own Padawan to train and create a Force Bond with, teaching them everything her teacher had taught her, shaping them into who they should be and not what everyone wants them to be. [U][B]Jedi Overview[/B][/U] [B]Lightsaber(s)-[/B] Beginning as a Jedi Padawan, Kora mainly wielded a standard lightsaber, but never felt challenged by its use. She felt as though it had held her down and did not allow her to battle at her fullest extent. It was then that Kora found that the intricate dual-lightsaber was best fit for her because of the difficulty of the handling, the defense and offense it had to give, and the agility it had due to the separation of the two lightsabers. It was definitely a slight challenge but soon grew to become an obstacle that Kora had to overcome for she soon held onto twin lightsabers, which were created from Mandalorian Iron. Her lightsabers were one of few that were difficult to destroy, let alone wield for its unparticular metal. It took great practice and concentration to finally perfect the feel of the metal placed within her hand before she could combat with it. Both lightsabers held a Jenraux crystal, the refined form of the Opila, cleansed of all impurities. It is a crystal that produces a more agile blade, known for its unerring quickness, and believed to give its wielder enhanced dexterity in combat. It is a crystal that provides both mental and physical concentration and durability for Kora. Yet, the lightsaber Kora wielded in her right hand held a Lorridian Gemstone which was given force by force-Adept, enhancing the ability to read the owner?s opponents and the lightsaber wielded in her left hand held a Kasha crystal from the planet Cerea. The Kasha crystal had the power to help clear the owner?s mind of distractions, even during tense combat. The two sabers, though, emitted a unique jade-colored blade. [B]Lightsaber Combat Style-[/B] Though having learnt all forms of combat styles, Kora has found that using the Jar?Kai combat style was best fit for her for she wielded twin lightsabers, just as Asajj Ventress had, as well as several others. It was a difficult style for parrying and striking with two sabers was confusing, and concentration was key to perfecting Jar?Kai, as well as footwork, handling, and agility. [B]Favored Force Power(s)-[/B] As a Kiffar, Kora was already given certain powers that they attain either in their early years or at birth. But as a Jedi, Kora was able to learn new powers quickly and retain them as if they had been with her since birth. Her heritage and strong will furthered her to awaken [B]Force Empathy[/B], a force power similar to [B]Psychometry[/B], a force sense that involved picking up impressions and traces of information about the object touched and the events that have surrounded it. Though, those two mental force abilities were opened because of her Kiffar heritage, Kora had learned other mental force abilities such as [B]Force Concealment[/B], allowing her to mask her Force alignment, her ability to use the force, or even her entire presence from those who are force-sensitive, and several other abilities Although, Kora is known for her mental force abilities, she has shown ruthlessness in using force abilities that deal with the physical aspect of a force power. She is seen using [B]Combustion[/B], a force power that was used to explode an object by sheer force of will, and [B]Saber Throw[/B], as well as much more. Albeit, this Kiffar Jedi had seen Yaddle, the most prominent practitioner of this dangerous technique, use the [B]Morichro[/B] ability, a force power similar to Force Trance, slowing a being?s metabolism, breathing, and heart rate or similar biological systems, but unlike Force Trance, Morichro could be used to affect beings other than the Jedi. Some could say that she had a knack for desiring the more dangerous and forbidden powers that most Jedi would rather stay away from. [B]View of the Force-[/B] Born into the Jedi way, Kora owes her life to the Jedi. She is bound by honor, pride, and life to them and there is nothing more satisfying than to fight to defend its name and to defend the people who depend on it. All in all, Kora is Jedi, and Jedi is life, and in the end, life is relived through Kora.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Vigorous yellings were sounded throughout Jarrah?s place of stay in Australia. The Zugai were having a feast and party that could wake up an entire city, if they had not been secluded near the beach. Yet, one Zugai stood with a stern look across her face, a look that could have warded off an entire mob and even the great leaders of each clan; it was a look of separation and frustration that was plastered against her face for hours upon hours. This particular Zugai stood against the doorway that led into the large den, watching her fellow clan members with her arms crossed until Jarrah stood behind her with his large hands on her head. There was a slight growl emitting from her throat but it soon was quieted to a soft snarl of warning, something that she could only do to Jarrah, in fact, at that moment, she had right to for her neck felt bare and she felt empty. Chuckling, Jarrah shoved the young Zugai into the room and began to feel festive in spite of the bloody storm that was to come. He picked up a goblet of blood and a smaller glass, handing the smaller to the young Zugai. She took it with a slight smile on her face, knowing that this blood was fresh and something that she hadn?t had in hours. Her thoughts about her emptiness soon faded away as she began to feel the natural high she had always felt when the blood flowed down her throat and the taste of the crimson fluid dripped from the corners of her lips. She looked to Jarrah and was, at that moment, happy. [B]?Bloody hell, Akuma. You?ll get the Death Diamond back soon enough, sheila. That silver-haired bastard?s just borr?in for a bit until his ?affairs? is over.?[/B] Akuma, the young Zugai, looked to her father figure with a raised brow. [B]?Come off it, luv, and have a party. We?re celebrating the beginning of your Uncle Ichi?s time!?[/B] There was a sudden burst of cheers and whoops from around the large den, where there lay several bodies and others who brought in more blindfolded. Smiling slightly, Akuma raised her glass into the air with Jarrah and the others followed suit, clinking the tips of their glasses against one another?s, and having the best damn celebration of their life, their current life that is, and among the rowdy bunch who were always looking for a good time, Akuma was smiling, the corners of her lips curling into satisfaction and happiness, not that of menace and terror. Her face was wearing something different, an emotion that was seen to be long forgotten but soon found its way onto Akuma?s face; she wore her face with a proud dignity and happy thoughts. Jarrah chuckled to see his clan in an upright mood, filling the dreary mansion with laughter and gaiety. He exited the den, watching younger Zugai running around, playing games, while the older Zugai were having a gay time speaking about their past lives and what they had done, and whatnot. It was then that Jarrah began to think of the times he had had with Kuroichi, the times they were together in combat and in relaxation. There were many of those, and it then dawned on him that it wasn?t shortly after he was found by Kuroichi that Akuma had come into his life. She was the morning star that shined brighter than the sun but would never kill him. A gentle padding sounded into Jarrah?s ears but he stood, relaxing his muscles and sitting himself down into the large chair that faced the ocean. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Akuma standing a bit behind but still beside his chair. He motioned for her to sit next to him but she made no move, she merely stood, resting her left arm on the back of the chair while her right hand was occupied by a glass of blood. After a few moments, Akuma walked behind Jarrah?s chair and sat in a smaller chair next to him, looking at him and studying his face. [B]?The ocean seems pretty calm tonight, pushing and pulling. Ya know, you remind me of the ocean- unpredictable and wild but gentle and calm at the same time.?[/B] By this time, Akuma looked out to sea with Jarrah, studying its movements, its waves, the sounds, and all that is about the ocean. [B]?Guardians here would?ve thought me crazy fer takin? you in since you never talked but I guess... I guess you proved ?em wrong, eh??[/B] Jarrah?s eyes weren?t towards the sea; they were now looking at Akuma. His eyes were filled with pride and love for the daughter he came to know. Still sitting outside, watching and listening to the crashing of the waves, a slight ringing was heard within the house which had become slightly still. A male Zugai came to the door, holding a cordless telephone. [B]?King, a phone call.?[/B] ---------------------- [B]OOC:[/B] Dive right in, anyone. I?d really like Jarrah and his clan to be in the action and not just partying till the break of dawn.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593][i]Tear me open at the seams. Take everything you need. Take my heart if you like the beat, take my lungs if it's hard to breathe, to breathe.[/i] Sitting in front of his laptop, Michael?s ears were suddenly flooded with the lyrics of [i]Still Breathing- Cauterize[/i]. He didn?t care to think about the words, just listening to the instruments, listening for each part and how they collaborate to make a melodic sound. Michael smirked slightly and suddenly had instinct to write a song but he couldn?t think of what to write, which brought his smirk to a solid, concentrated look. [i]"I'm not cold," she said, but she's shaking as she's lying next to me naked. Pulled the hair back from her face to let that smile heat this place. And this feels so far from real. I'm lost and I love it.[/i] Whilst tapping his foot against the carpeted floor, his Marketing teacher, Mr. Hughley, came behind him and cleared his throat. Michael didn?t hear him or see him, nor did he acknowledge his teacher?s presence, he merely sat there listening to his song. Yet, his teacher didn?t leave and so, Michael paused the song and turned to his teacher, who was standing behind him with arms crossed. [B]?Are you getting much done, Michael??[/B] Michael sat there staring blankly at his teacher. [B]?With your project?? ?I finished it at home.?[/B] was all Michael said but the teacher didn?t comply with that response, since he still stood behind Michael who turned his back on Mr. Hughley. [B]?Well, Michael, I?d like to see you doing something productive, for example doing the extra credit I assigned to the students a few days ago if they were already finished with their project.?[/B] Michael sighed and replied that he had finished that as well. He felt he didn?t need a teacher looking over his shoulder and asking him to do things that he already had done, which most teachers would have known. Mr. Hughley nodded and walked away, scorning some students who were goofing around and playing arcade games on the computer. Michael then went back to his song, knowing that it would give him some insight as to what he should write about. [i]I can't take it, if you're waiting. I am ready to tell the world about a girl who showed me love again for the first time. And it's everything I dreamed of.[/i] At that moment, Michael was suddenly sure of what to write. The song was calling out to him, telling him the story of his love and how he felt about her, how he had this burning want for her in the most pure of love, though it didn?t feel like love but more of desire in its innocent form. His concentration turned to furious typing on a program that he had on his laptop, a program that helped developed music but was just a draft. The song went on and he typed on, wanting to pour, not all, but a bit of himself and the truth he felt about the girl he crushed on for so long since his arrival at Timber Valley. [i]Tell me what you thought about when you were breathing oh so loud, screaming oh so loud. Tell me if this is real. I need to know before I get too close. So here we lie in this beautiful mess of tangled sheets and beads of sweat. With my heart in your hand and my neck in the other, should I be scared or should I come closer? But it's still beating and I'm still breathing. You haven't hurt me yet.[/i] Just as he was about to type another phrase or two, he stopped and listened to the last lyrics, knowing what they would say and his hands just stopped typing altogether. He understood the words and what they had meant. It was something more but just the surface words of the last lyrics were something he had to think about, something he couldn?t bear to happen. [i]Morning always comes too quick when you're around, when you're around. You leave me lying here so they don't find us out, they'll find us out. Tear me open at the seams, take everything you need. Take my heart if you like the beat, take my lungs if it's hard to breathe.[/i] In his head, Michael knew that Brandi was something else, the exact opposite of who he was but she was just more than a student whom he was attracted by, she was different and he liked that, in fact it was what he first saw in her above anything else. [i]This song is dedicated to[/i] Michael typed the words while he spoke them in his head. [i]Brandi Morgan.[/i][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593][B]Name-[/B] Si-Ming [B]Age-[/B] (17-60) [B]Gender-[/B] [B]Faction-[/B] Ronin [B]Personality-[/B] [B]Appearance-[/B] (pic or detailed description) [B]Weapon-[/B] (just about anything is game other than firearms advanced past muskets and small pistols. Swords, spears, anything is cool really.) [B]Fighting Style-[/B] (make is fantastic. No ki blasts, but think Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon or Hero) [B]Short Bio-[/B] (let it document the past of your character, and the current relationship with their master or employer) [B]Character Snippet-[/B] (an out of context writing in character) Gomen nasai, Mugen. It seems that I have limited time to do this but I will finish this ASAP.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]I agree with you on that, Annie. If too many people leave now, where will the RPS be? It'll just have very few characters to develop and very little interest, which will then result with Citrus possibly shutting her own RPS down and not even getting near what she wanted to do. It's already hectic as it is but I'm glad that you put up rules, Citrus, congrats. By the way, If anyone has anything they want to say that isn't related to the RPS or something that is in dire need of saying, then they should clearly state it in the Underground thread, here, instead of posting it on the thread in the Adventure Square. It's called Spamming when you do that, not that I'm pointing fingers or saying anything. Just a friendly reminder. Anywhozits, let's get this show on the road and Annie, don't forget my character too! He has no one to "play" with! *sniff sniff* Oh and perhaps someone should convince Michael to sing at the dance, *hint hint nudge nudge* (Don't ask who I'm hinting and nudging at. XP)[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]Darkness, a friend to his clan, covering him with a black cloth to conceal him from his enemies. A perfect advantage for Shiro was trained to be silent in the dark, not allowing anything to be noticed yet he had no idea whether or not Black Fire was trained in that way as well but he didn?t care. He still held Nokigirizame, knowing well that Black Fire had just entered the dark abyss. It was just a matter of time before the two began to resume the dance of the fight. A few seconds passed and Shiro was able to see through the dark, fully see the shapes and places of each brush, tree, root, and whatnot. He then saw the slow movement of Black Fire, walking towards an old oak tree that stood in the middle of the dark forest. A smirk came over him and Shiro began to slowly release the chain attached to Nokirigizame, all the while jumping up the branches to get closer to Black Fire. Once he was close enough, Shiro dropped the chain and coiled it around the rapier except he was too quick to pull and the chain uncoiled itself and retracted back into the katana, making Black Fire more cautious and looking up. Instead of hiding in the trees, Shiro then thought it better to use the power given to him, using time against Black Fire. Shiro took a deep breath in and exhaled lightly and slowly, not wanting to harm himself in the act of using time as his weapon. It was then that Shiro jumped down from the tree branches and landed near Black Fire, but lightly enough so that Black Fire didn?t realize anyone jumping down near him. He then proceeded to the pagoda, struggling to grab it before he had to return to the forest. He strained to take it from its resting place as he was losing energy just keeping up with the manipulation. Grabbing the gem, Shiro then ran into the forest, jumping onto the branches and going deeper into the forest, all the while knowing that he was letting time slip into its original place. After about three minutes, Shiro was gasping for breath in the branches 25 yards from Black Fire, feeling his energy being sapped from manipulating time. He shook his head and looked at the gem he had taken from the pagoda; it was then time to get rid of Black Fire, however that may go.[/size][/color]

[size=1][B]OOC:[/B] Gomen nasai! I know this is a bit late but at least I?m here, right? I?ll get right onto things and try to catch up, once again, gomen! ------------------------------------ [color=#7D8593]All Michael could see were the moving lips of the teacher, some words he made out but overall there was nothing coming out of her mouth, since his iPOD earphones were blasting music into his ears, giving him surrender to the melody of the songs. He wasn?t particularly happy about the assignment given to him and the other students but had no choice because a girl in his class found her way to him and a boy he came to know as Quincy. Watching the girl and Quincy, Michael found that this was not his scene. He chuckled to himself as he could see from the corner of his eyes what the girl was doing. She kept gawking at him as if he were this famous actor sitting in a classroom but all the while trying to hide it inside her that she was. He didn?t mind that she was gawking at him but he knew that his sister wouldn?t like her too much since the girl, Kiala, reminded his sister too much of the girls back in Brooklyn, and his sister was known to start a fight with girls she didn?t like, even if she was younger. He then found it quite amusing when he began to imagine his sister walking up to Kiala and making a scene, as she always did but then realized that Kiala was a kind girl for Michelle to mess with. After Kiala introduced herself, Michael accidentally poked Quincy in the side and realized he had made a mistake but merely sat there with a semi-goofy smile, letting him know that it was his turn but when Quincy did introduce himself, Michael merely found him a bit more amusing than before. Quincy?s introduction was short and after looking at the clock, Michael decided to just say his name and what he did. He then stood up and walked away from the group after sitting there for a few moments and saw Sammy walking away with two girls, he presumed they were in Sammy?s group. Shrugging, Michael began to walk down the hallway away from his classroom and saw a group of students around a particular part of a wall and when they disappeared to their intended places, he walked towards it, wondering what could have herded a group of students. His question was answered when he glanced over the piece of paper that was hung up by someone. It stated something about a dance and cheese flavored fish snacks, which he then remedied as ?Goldfish? but the thought disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared in his mind and was replaced by the thought of asking someone, someone whom he had liked since arriving to Timber Valley: Brandi Morgan. [i]I could ask her but would she go with me? Probably not. I mean, she?s probably not into guys like me, right? Yeah, she?s definitely not going to go with me.[/i] Michael inhaled deeply and exhaled quietly but then he remember what his sister always said. [i]That?s right, I can?t knock it if I haven?t tried it. So, maybe I will ask her... that is if she?s not going with anyone else. No, don?t think like that, I?ve got to remember that I can?t knock it until I?ve tried it. Wait, that quote makes Brandi sound like a piece of meat.[/i] After thinking for a few minutes, Michael turned his mind to food. [i]Meat. Mmmm, meat. I?m hungry. I should find Sammy and D.[/i] Michael then set off to find food since his mind was either on music, family/ friends, or food. It was strange though, in his mind he was this happy-go-lucky person but outside, he was a bad-ass punk rocker who was a bit dark with only a couple of friends. It took Michael a couple of minutes before seeing that Sammy was in the courtyard with another boy who didn?t look like Dameon. He made his way to the table and then realized it was Quincy but shrugged it off and saw his two friends, one of whom acknowledged that he was coming towards the table.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]The thick, red liquid rushed gently down the King?s throat. Flavor flared within as he basked underneath the shallow moonlight in his homeland, the land of the Aborigines- Australia. He was King of the entire land, not even the commonwealth of Australia could bring him down for though they controlled the entirety of the population and land, he controlled the underworld of Australia. Whether it was day or night, he controlled all things non-political and he was the king of Australia and he let everyone know it. Being a King had its perks, as well as its flaws, but overall, Jarrah made the best of being who he was. He sat in his chair, sipping the last of the blood drink he held in his hands, watching a few of his clan members having their fun with the local girls. With a chuckle, Jarrah snapped his fingers and a young girl about the age of twenty came bouncing around to Jarrah?s side, handing him another drink. She had a composure about her that could have killed all of the vampires in the world. It was mysterious yet at the same time, an exuberant light came about her, something that Jarrah could never ?live? without. She was filled with boundless energy but at the same time she had a menacing and malicious way about her that Jarrah found intriguing. Still smiling, the young girl leaned towards Jarrah?s face, whispering into his ear. Her wildly died, cropped pink and red hair brushed against his cheek. She then looked to him and blinked a few times, her emerald cat-like eyes taking in everything around her, her luscious lips curling into a small smile as she stared at the man she came to know as her father. ?Oy! You bloody fools need to take it upstairs. I need peace and quiet.? The remaining Zugai took their giggling women and walked away from Jarrah and the girl. Jarrah watched them walk into the dreary house that the Zugai claimed as their home. He then focused his attention to the young girl who began to speak out loud, as she had done before in his presence. ?What will you do, Jarrah, now that you have Kuroichi?s alliance?? Her voice was young and still undeniably beautiful. She could hypnotize the entire world if she could with her voice. ?What are we to do until the storm comes, Jarrah? I?m bored. I can?t sit around and wait for the storm to come!? Chuckling, Jarrah set the glass of blood down and stood up, ruffling the young girl?s hair as he did. ?You?ll get your fun, young?n. Come on, let?s you and me take a walk.? She stood there with arms crossed but finally gave up when Jarrah opened the door. He didn?t want her to become hungry while the Zugai members had their feast. ------------------------ [B]OOC:[/B] My apologies, Trevor. It seems that I forgot...^_^;;;.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593][B]Name-[/B] Michael Dean-Arquette [B]Age-[/B] 18 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/319/punkrocker4xl.jpg][Look][/URL] Michael stands at the height of 5?10?, weighing at 150 pounds with an athletic body and medium build. [B]Personality-[/B] Seen as a emo-kid, Michael is, in fact, somewhat of an emo-kid. He prefers to either be with his mother and sister, with a one or two friends, or by himself, either way he?d rather not be in a large group. He has a tough exterior with a soft interior for those who are close to him but he is known not to take kindly to people who want to be rude to his friends. He may seem quiet but Michael is one of few who will stand up and raise his voice to speak his opinion and the truth. He despises those who speak lies especially those who lie right to his face but most of all he despises people who try to act bigger than they are. He is somewhat of a dark and brooding character with a cool and collected demeanor, misunderstood to the tenth degree yet not caring for the world except the one he?s come to know. [B]Short Bio-[/B] Born as Michael Dean-Arquette on March 17, 1988 in Brooklyn, New York, he lived with his mother and father until June 9, 1993 when his sister, Michelle Dean-Arquette arrived into the family. But it wasn?t until five years after his sister?s birth that his father passed away due to Ideopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis, a disease that affects the lungs. He and his mother knew that his father?s time would come though they didn?t realize that it would come so soon, leaving them confused and finding themselves being questioned by lawyers. His mother was at a loss filled with mourning and sorrow, a cut in her soul that ran deeper than the blood in her veins. During the four years that he and his family spent without his father, Michael turned for the worse, finding a fight whenever he could, going to parties at such a young age, and drinking as much as he could but before the summer he was about to enter high school, Michael?s mother decided that he needed a different environment for him and his sister to live in and moved them to Timber Valley, an entire opposite of Brooklyn. Finally, he?s survived the four years of hell and is finally ready to say good bye to the world that held him down and say hello to the world he wanted to return to, Brooklyn. But what about the world he has in Timber Valley? [B]The Crush List-[/B] It seems that Michael has an affection for Brandi Morgan.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593][B]OOC:[/B] I guess I should have clarified in my post about ?Astralis?, the egg, and whatnot. But, it?s understood.[/color] ----------------------------------------- There was much to be done with the VR machines, the programs, and whatnot within the company that Angelina's brother owned, a rival company of NovelWorlds, Inc. The company, which belonged to Nicolas- her brother, was one of the top ten largest companies with branches of smaller companies yet they weren?t as good as NovelWorlds, not just yet at least. They had been rivaling since before Angelina and Nicolas was born and yet they still managed to be one step behind NovelWorlds. Though, Angelina didn?t mind, she always loved the fact that her brother and she tried to be ahead of NovelWorlds, she loved the competition and couldn?t get enough of it. It was early in the morning and very few people arrived to Aeon Reality Industries, the name of the company at which she worked with her brother. The few people that arrived were the people that needed to run the VR machines, start the computers, and much more. She was glad to see how dedicated people were though she didn?t know if it was just to get a raise, a promotion, or if they really loved their job. She didn?t really care, as long as they did their job; nothing was to come of them. Walking into the elevator on the first floor, Angelina saw another employee of Aeon Reality Industries who was with the company since the beginning. He was a purebred worker who could make it to the top and perhaps even create his own company. She saw much potential in him that most didn?t, though he never really applied himself to do anything. He bowed in respect to her, she returning the bow, and he asked where she was headed. Her reply being floor three, where her office lay, he pressed the number ?3?. The two didn?t talk much and soon Angelina took off from the elevator, walking out onto her floor. She assumed the employee was headed to the fifth floor, which held the main security room, the main manual systems, and the repair room. Angelina, not yet as great as CEO and President of the company but still retaining a lower-high ranking position as manager of systems and designs, greeted her secretary, who returned the greet and handed her several packets of paper and notes. She then proceeded down the hall past the secretary?s desk and opened the door. The entire third floor belonged to Angelina and her team occupied with several empty rooms filled with either equipment or desks. She had very few employees working with her but together they made great ideas come alive. After she threw the bundle of papers and notes, Angelina took off her jacket and threw it against the sofa. She then proceeded out of her office and walked past Kara, her secretary, telling her to hold all of her calls and that she was going to the VR Room. Kara nodded and watched Angelina walked down a hall to the right to the private room which Angelina created for herself and very few others. Taking out her cardkey and the laser key, Angelina slid it through then connecting the second key to access the codes. Clicks of the locks opening were heard and soon, Angelina was inside the room, walking towards the VR machine. She stepped into the VR and logged in, closing her eyes like she always does and drifted into [i]Digimon[/i]. [color=#C82356]Upon arriving in [i]Digimon[/i], Angel could see that she was where she last was, in front of Astralis or at least in the woods near it. She could see RhodoKnightmon and Wormmon conversing about how to get in. Angel walked to the two digimon and they looked her way, but were a bit cautious at first, knowing they were in Armageddemon?s territory. ?Tell me how far we?re at with getting into Astralis.? ?We don?t know yet. We were thinking of just walking up to it but Armageddemon has sentries all around and even attackers hidden around the entire castle. If we were able to get past the front assault, we have the inner assault to think about.? Standing there with her arms crossed, Angel began toying with the necklace around her neck and realized that the egg given to them as a reward from KingEtemon was dangling from the chain. An idea suddenly sprung into her head. ?Come with me, we?re going to the gate of Astralis and entering the castle.? Without questioning Angel, RhodoKnightmon took her and Wormmon and flew into the sky towards the gate that kept outsiders from entering. The three then landed and proceeded to the gates, it was then that the egg began to glow and tug at Angel?s neck. She released it from its leash and allowed it free passage to the gate, letting it glow a bright red before creating a beam of energy, burning an insignia against the gate. The egg returned to Angel?s hands and the insignia was burned against the gate, opening on its own will. Looking to each other, RhodoKnightmon and Wormmon stayed a few feet behind as Angel walked towards the opened gate. She waited for her digimon and they came, knowing that they couldn?t leave Angel alone within Armageddemon?s lair.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Standing there as the dust and roses cleared was RhodoKnightmon with a black rose in her hand. It had signaled the mourning she had begun for those she had to destroy in this competition to win and those who were gone not by her hands, but mostly it said she was mourning for Reichmon, her confidante. As RhodoKnightmon turned around, the gasps and murmurs had turned to cheers and shouts. The audience of digimon had seen their winner and was outright pleased, screaming their loudest for RhodoKnightmon who still held onto black rose. Among the crowd were several digimon who had left before Angel and Wormmon were ushered out onto the arena floor, where KingEtemon and Floramon had appeared with three HoneyBeemon carrying three objects and not just one. One of the HoneyBeemon handed KingEtemon a microphone and everyone fell silent. ?I?d just like to say, huh, thank you very much. You gave an entertaining performance. So, thank you very much.? Although KingEtemon said very little, everyone started to cheer as he took out his gold and red cane, handing it to RhodoKnightmon. ?Floramon, take the stage.? The small floral digimon took the microphone from KingEtemon and spoke into it, ?RhodoKnightmon, you are hereby knighted as one of KingEtemon?s personal fighters. He has been generous to give you this,? Another HoneyBeemon flew over and handed Floramon a specially designed card with gold trimming with the words Barrage City written diagonally, ?an unlimited pass in and out of Barrage City and any of the sister cities of Barrage City.? Floramon presented the unlimited pass to RhodoKnightmon, who took it with both hands. The next object handed to Floramon was the rod and then after that, the last HoneyBeemon came up with something in its hands but veiled. ?Finally, we?d like to present you? the Floramon unveiled what was underneath and everyone gasped. Though it was small, it was an amazing gift to possess for it was said that the egg of the Sovereign gave immense power and he only gave it to those who deserved but in Barrage City, it was passed down from leader to leader. ?the Sovereign Egg given to KingEtemon by Cyberdramon, an Ultimate Level Android digimon, who had the power of a mega. He was a great fighter and now, it is given to you.? Cheers and screams once again erupted all around, the HoneyBeemon smiled and clapped their hands as well, then Floramon and finally KingEtemon. Everyone was cheering for RhodoKnightmon, but there wasn?t anything to cheer about if one?s best friend had been deleted. RhodoKnightmon merely looked at the egg but it was more of a small glowing orb than an egg, although it didn?t matter, for her, nothing really mattered. Sighing silently, RhodoKnightmon took her eyes off of the orb and bowed slightly to KingEtemon and the others around him, following pursuit was Angel and Wormmon. They then proceeded to leaving the city, provided with an Aidramon that would take them to wherever they needed. ?To Astralis, Airdramon.? The Airdramon nodded and flew into the sky with a great might, carrying RhodoKnightmon, Wormmon, and Angel on his back. The three surveyed the land and watched as digimon looked to the sky as they passed above head. Their destination, Astralis, was a place where evil dwelled and evil reigned. It was exactly the place that Angel felt would give RhodoKnightmon a chance to redeem herself as well as Reichmon?s death, more so, it was a place where Wormmon would be able to train and practice, perhaps even get to his Mega level as Dynasmon. Angel looked away from the scenery and focused her sight on her digimon. She could see that they both had potential to become great fighters, though they needed more training and experience, something that she hadn?t had time to give. She still looked to her digimon, almost dazing off into space, reminiscing when she, herself, had been training in martial arts skills. There was something similar she had seen in all of her digimon, something she had always seen in herself. It was unmistakable, let alone unavoidable, to even think she could leave her human life in reality, nor could she have even predicted it possible to see herself in her digimon, when they all had personalities themselves. Before long, Airdramon landed and the three stepped off, thanking him and watching him leave. They were taken near the castle for getting in was among one of the most impossible missions in [i]Digimon[/i]. With a smirk, Angel looked to the large building and found her friends refuge before entering. ?It?ll take some time to plan out our entrance into the castle. Think of a plan to get in there. We?ll need more than one plan to get in since Armageddemon has Astralis secured a lot better than Fort Knox.? Sighing, Angel looked to her digimon, ?I?ll see you guys tomorrow then.? With that, she pressed the ?log out? button on her digivice.[/color] Soon enough, Angelina was pulled out of the VR and sat there for a while before stepping out. Walking out of the room, Angelina turned around and closed the door, locking it with a cardkey as well as a specialized key that changes codes automatically, disabling anyone from getting in by their own. Angelina had to put in special information to get the code and then put them into the key to get in. Each room had a different code for her key, always changing and always having to put in information and getting information. It was a lot of work just to get the codes but where Angelina was, it was nothing to the workers. Just as she was about to walk down the hallway to the elevator, a voice called out to her. ?Angie!? There could have been only one person who could call her that without any pain running down their body. Angelina turned and could see Jonathan running down the hall towards her. He finally had caught up to her. ?You left your cell phone in your office.? Angelina gave him a waiting look. ?Your parents called me because you wouldn?t pick up and they want to know if we can come to dinner tonight.? Without waiting for Angelina?s reply, he said, ?And I said yes.? The rapid fist of Angelina had suddenly connected with Jonathan?s chest, making him step back a bit and say, ?Ow. That hurt. Stop working out, pretty soon I?ll be in the hospital. Sorry but your parents said that they really needed to see you and that it was too important to even say on the phone. Anyways, we?re supposed to be there by 8:00, so I?ll pick you up at 7:30, ok?? Giving her a hug, Jonathan walked away, still rubbing his chest. Those who knew Angelina knew that she despised dinners with her parents but knew that she wouldn?t allow them to have the pleasure of knowing that she wouldn?t show up. It was her way of saying so much with so little. Yet, this dinner had some sort of subliminal message hidden beneath the faux exterior. It would displease her to the extent of driving a knife into her own heart without so much as showing any blood but she knew that the next day, she would have the anger bottled within her and the events at Astralis would bring her great pleasure of the battles to come.[/size]

[size=1][color=#C82356]The once calm and collected RhodoKnightmon was soon overcome with anger. There was not a thing in the world that could have prevented her from destroying anyone who came her way, almost as if her mind had been lost and all she could do was fight until she was deleted. No one could have blamed her for her actions, they were quite reasonable and in this case, it was the best to go about fighting, though Angel wouldn?t have wanted it that way, she would have preferred that RhodoKnightmon had a clear head but either way, her digimon friend was strong and was capable of coming out alive. [i]Goodbye, my friend. One day, we will meet again.[/i] Angel hardly had any emotion in her left to even take pain into her heart. She then put her focus on RhodoKnightmon, watching the digimon?s speed, stealth, and strength pouring out of her, knowing that this was the digimon?s way of mourning for her friend. [i]Kick their ass, RhodoKnightmon. Make them pay.[/i] Everything that had happened within the arena went by quick, as if time had stopped only for them. By now, SkullGreymon, ShadowWereGarurumon, and the Tyrannomon were either deleted or removed from the arena. The Floramon had presented himself again and stood with the microphone in his hand, testing to make sure it was working. He then proceeded to addressing the remaining digimon fighters. ?On behalf of Barrage City, we?d like to thank the fighters for coming and participating with us. We mourn for those who came and are gone, though they shall preserve the land around us and bring happiness. With further news, KingEtemon has a final word for the audience before we begin the final round.? The digimon made way for KingEtemon, who came with a flashy robe and rod in his hand. He was the king of Barrage City and everyone knew it well for he was great in his reign but at times had a stubborn head and an unleveled one at that. All eyes were attentive towards him and gave him the most utmost attention, wanting to hear his speech. ?My fellow digi-fans, I?d like to say congratulations. You fought well and now, it?s time for the finale. The last one standing in the final round will receive my shiny little cane and they?ll also have unlimited passage to my city.? Cheers from all around were heard but KingEtemon talked through it. ?Let the final round begin!? Everyone remaining seemed so tired, they merely walked back to their respectful places and rested. Angel could see RhodoKnightmon walking back to her and Wormmon. There was great pain in her stride; it was uneven and heavy, as if the world was collapsing her. RhodoKnightmon merely clenched her fists and once she was close enough, she punched a large hole into the wall behind Angel, who didn?t flinch or move. Her heart was dark and her soul was lost, but it made no difference on Angel?s heart. She was still as indifferent as she would have been if her parents had died. ?He died peacefully, RhodoKnightmon. There was no pain but there was shame in his death. You have to win, RhodoKnightmon... for Reichmon and for your friends.? Angel looked to her digimon friend. ?They?re counting on you to avenge their deaths. So... avenge them you shall.? Not a word was spoken by RhodoKnightmon, not a word needed to be said for her actions would speak louder than her words. It always had been that way since Angel had befriended RhodoKnightmon, something that could never be changed. RhodoKnightmon was an array of emotions, allowing them to seep through her self and open up to others but all the while, turn in an instant and close her self up, like a book. Now, it was that time once again, where RhodoKnightmon would put the happy-go-lucky, cheery self and put on this hardened armor, masking herself from those around her, not allowing them to see the pain she feels inside. A bell began ringing out, signaling the midday hours. At this moment, the arena had changed and became something of a roman coliseum with gates all around underneath the bleachers with the fighting digimon making their way onto the arena floor, coming out with whatever reason they were fighting for. RhodoKnightmon looked to her opponents and watched them, giving them an equal hatred, whereas Wormmon and Angel were watching them and studying them as if they were textbook. As this happened, a slight breeze passed through, winding up a storm of dust, disabling the digimons? sight from their opponents. One of them jumped back and stood in a waiting position in case anyone made a move, another tried to fight their way out of it, but RhodoKnightmon stood there, welcoming the cover and the disadvantage it brings to all, listening to its voice, [i]his[/i] voice. [i]Be strong, my friend, be strong.[/i] She smiled slightly and opened her clenched fists to touch the dust, which almost held her hand. She shed no tears but inside she was crying her heart, wanting it to pour out and break down. His voice was so soothing and calm, almost as if he were standing next to her. [i]I?m here with you. I?ll catch you if you fall.[/i] All she could say was, ?Thank you.? At those words, the dust had disappeared and RhodoKnightmon ran with quick speed and furious anger exuding from her person. She fought a Strikedramon hand-to-hand, never using an attack but merely quickening her pace and her powering her strength by fighting with a militant style. Soon, she wore him down and with a beautiful jump into the air, she released Fist of Athena. The Pile Bunker shield sealed around her, generating energy as it did and with great agility, she quickly delivered a deadly blow to Strikedramon?s stomach. The other digimon looked on with fear, as did the audience. The shield released itself and RhodoKnightmon stood, watching the data be released. Without even turning, a flurry of rose petals began to swirl in the air around her until she couldn?t be seen and with precision, she released Spiral Masquerade, watching her ribbons sharpen to never ending blades and watched it follow the two digimon who tried to escape the sharp knife-like ribbons, only one survived and this digimon was Piedmon, a Mega level virus digimon who looked like a clown. He laughed manically as he stood behind RhodoKnightmon, except that the figure in front of him was nothing but a body of roses. ?This is for Reichmon.? RhodoKnightmon did not want to see this digimon fight nor did she want to fight him for she knew that if she started, she wouldn?t stop. She had to end it before anything began and in doing so, she stuck several sword-like ribbons into him, which impaled it deeply. She also watched this data fly away, not knowing what to do anymore. ?You?ve done enough, Piedmon, goodbye.? ------------- [B]OOC: If anyone would like to include Angel, go ahead. She has nothing else to do after this for the time being.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]The King has risen once more with a few modifications since he was last seen in War of the Blood 3: Of Blades and Hunters. So feast your eyes on this magnificent creature and prepare to know the savagery of The King[/B] [B]Name-[/B] King Jarrah [B]Nickname-[/B] Abbadon the Destroyer [B]Age-[/B] 379 but doesn?t look a day over 30. [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Species/Clan-[/B] Zugai Vampire [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/7990/astaroth1vh.jpg]Here[/URL] you can see King Jarrah in an appropriate battle position in battle armor or at least lack thereof. [B]Weapons-[/B] The weapon that is wielded by Jarrah is a powerful weapon with the face of a skull dragon holding the metal of the axe. It is a bearded axe with a wooden handle wrapped in black sash and a rusting axe but gigantic in its size with a powerful blow. For most, Jarrah?s axe would only be a problem in battle but he takes it as if it were a gentle sword and swings it with the most precision one could ever notice. Nex Luna- Death Moon is its name and she only submits to Jarrah and Jarrah alone. [B]Powers-[/B] Unlike most of the other clans, the Zugai are well reputed for their fighting skills and brutal murders. They have no use for magic or the likes of it and would rather rely on their combat skills than sorcery yet for Jarrah, though he may be a mammoth of a vampire, making him quite deadly underneath the elders and Kuroichi, it is a bit different for he is able to surge electricity throughout his body for few moments and release at his own will, something of an electric powerhouse you could say. Though Jarrah may possess this small force of magic, he would rather much rely on the skills he has trained with like the rest of his clan for he, among the many Zugai, dislike the use of magic but know that it comes in handy. Albeit, it is their combative ways that make them who they are and what magic they possess. [B]Personality-[/B] Jarrah is ruthless and not a thing could stand in his way for he possesses great strength and is the deadliest and most powerful, living in the center of nature in an aboriginal land. His ways are aggressive and militant, though he gives leeway to his clan, he can also be cool-headed and level, reasonable and understanding- perhaps the most reasonable and understanding of most vampires. Jarrah has the capability to be lighthearted, deceptive with good intentions, and can give respect though he tends not to for respect shouldn?t be given away lightly unless one has shown it through a strenuous case. A burly man who is calm and tranquil like the sea, Jarrah loves to relax and enjoy being around anyone who would care for a bit of fun. He is quite playful at hand and brings much laughter into the air, always with a smile on his face. Though, when the time should arise, Jarrah knows his place and what must be done and in doing so, he has no time for games and will become the leader he is. He is well known for his ways in altercations and having a cold heart and jaded soul. [B]Bio-[/B] Once known as Valon, Jarrah lived as royalty in England. His people were no stranger to the land and followed him around, knowing he was a good man. His people and he served the king for generations and generation, being strong and rich in their morals and beliefs. It was said that there was none like them and that there wouldn?t be for eternity, for they were descendants of great royalty and fearless fighters, experiencing the feel of war as he and his people have helped the British army in many of their battles. Darkness overcame England and how little the residents of England knew when their beloved country began to turn on them as the streets became paved with broken homes and the nights became sullen. The people feared to walk out at night and others welcomed the light to shine their path against the shadows. Many crimes have followed after the darkness and all were pointed to Valon and his tribe of Aborigine warriors who were not beastly in any way or savage-like. Even after the accusations, England had turned for the worst as a true darkening night engulfed all of England, finding people on the streets, paving them with their own blood. A vampire was known only to do this work. It was the devil?s work, turning good men into men of Satan, sending them out to take the lives of the good and feed their souls to the Evil One, strengthening his own power. Once again, Valon and his tribe were accused of such horrendous acts but Valon refused to let the king believe it and so, the king pardoned him and his tribe, albeit the criminal, the vampire, was nowhere to be found. Valon had found the death bringer and tried to fight him but was a bit of a sloth to outwit or even outrun this creature of the night. Soon enough, he, himself, was a victim as were several others of his tribe. They were exiled from England for the people feared them and what they might do. In the present day, Valon is known as Jarrah, a man who threw away his past but kept his heritage alive, living among a clan of vampires who were known to be ruthless and cold, a clan known as the Zugai. His other name was Abbadon the Destroyer, a heartless man who had soon become the subject of bitter hatred for those who had seen his evil and the subject of fear for those who escaped from his narrow massacres. It is said that he who crosses the king shall surely fall. He who challenges the king shall die. [B]Writing Sample-[/B] Taken from War of the Blood 3. [B]?Why do we gots to go home when there?s plenty to do out here? Why can we be having fun, King Jarrah??[/B] Silence overcame Jarrah. He knew that bloodshed would soon be near. It had erupted since the day they had returned and it has continued since, never ending as the Knubrap picked off each helpless human one by one. It was certain that Jarrah enjoyed a meal of fresh blood once in a while, but constantly sipping on the blood of humans was vastly overrated, whereas the blood of a vampire's was richer in taste as well as feast. The other vampires of the Zugai clan looked to Jarrah as he merely walked on back to their home, an old, run-down mansion that took much space for his clan. It was dark and gloomy, a house that none would ever visit, unless they loved the fresh feel of fear, that trembling scent of death that just causes your arms to numb and your body to shiver with chills, but not many wish to know that, not many wish to see it, which is why it is a good choice of a home. It reminds them their entire olden homeland, a darkening land that would never return to innocence. Jarrah stepped forward and swung the gates open, to see the homely black was almost welcoming. The darkness within was inviting and the death that fell upon it was warm as well. He couldn?t help but smirk beneath his mask, knowing that he was home. The others raced in, while many slugged their arms around, wanting to go out and enjoy themselves in a bit of fun. Jarrah understood this, but what ever Kuroichi said was what they must do unless otherwise. Walking up the tall, spiraling stairs, Jarrah ended up in the master bedroom that was once beautiful and intricate in its way. Its laced curtains were once decorated with beautiful ribbons, now they were adorned with cobwebs and moth-eaten holes. It was home to him and his clan, no one else could take this sanctuary from them, they would not leave once again. He sat in large sofa that had several blood stains upon it; Jarrah cared nothing for it and placed Jawbone aside onto the bed, along with the mace that he held. The garments that Jarrah wore began to bruise him as he had worn them for so long. He began to remove them slowly, watching it unlatch and release the stress that had been building. First the mouth guard that covered half of his face, then the gloves that wrapped around his hands, after that, he removed his shin guards that tightly wound around his legs, then finally his axe sheath. He allowed each body part to be able to breathe from the fierce accessories that he held on so greatly. A knock arose and a young member entered. Her name was Akuma, one of the most devilish vampires of all of the Zugai clan to ever arrive. She bowed to him and gave to him a message from the outside. She was known to walk through the streets and never be seen, only by those who could feel the sense was known to be allies of hers. He nodded and she left, walking outside, knowing that the others were eager to know. Jarrah sat in the room alone, letting the message replay, waiting for more information, knowing that this night was not the end of anything, nor was it the beginning yet. They were not near the beginning of something greater. [B]Other-[/B] Anything else? I apologize, I'm probably going to have to finish this tomorrow or some other time. Kill me later, ^_^;;;.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]?Stop right there! Where do you think you digimon are going?? Turning around, Angel raised a brow at the digimon who had shouted at them yet he came forward and wanted to intimidate Angel yet when Reichmon and RhodoKnightmon appeared from behind, he stepped backwards a bit and began to shake a bit. He gulped loudly and handed Angel the registration papers. ?You... you need these to get in, ma?am. Please choose two digimon you wish to compete with.? Before the digimon could turn around and talk to other digimon, she took piece of white silk and black silk as well as a pass with the number 57 and 58. As Angel was leaving the digimon told them, ?Good luck...? The four left the area and walked towards the arena, where they would be battling or at least the digimon would. Angel was impressed with the variety of digimon that came to battle for the reward and what?s more was that not many would stand up to the two digimon she chose. Wormmon felt her silent excitement and was, himself, excited by the fascinating power that blew Angel and his minds away unlike anything they had ever seen or experienced. The four soon came to their place of rest, which was where Angel had told the three digimon who was to participate. ?I?ve signed up RhodoKnightmon and Reichmon as the two fighters in the competition. I don?t think Wormmon?s up for it yet and you two have had the most fighting experience. Understood?? The digimon nodded and began to train while Angel looked around at the other digimon around her, who were also training. ?Today seems like a good day, wouldn?t you say Wormmon? I think we?ll have a pleasant time here.? As everyone was training, a voice was suddenly heard and it sounded a bit like Elvis and when Angel had found the source of the voice, she saw that it was KingEtemon, a monkey-puppet digimon who wore a crown and robe and was one of the strangest and most conceited digimon in the game. ?Alright, alright my digi-fans, settle down. Thanks for coming to my humble abode and taking part in this competition. Just want to tell you good luck and may the best win. Huh, thank you very much.? After MetalEtemon left, another digimon who was smaller than KingEtemon and a bit more conservative stepped up and took the microphone, tapping it to get feedback, all the while the other digimon were talking amongst themselves, making themselves known to each other. No one was paying attention to the smaller digimon who was looking on with shy eyes and an uneasy posture, trying to get the attention of the other digimon. ?May I have your attention?? The digimon was known as Floramon, a simple and quiet digimon who was floral in everyway. ?Excuse me? May I have your attention?? Still no one listened. ?Excuse me? Hey, hey!? Suddenly, ?BE QUIET!? They all fell silent and she resumed her quiet tone, listing off the rules and basics, as well as what was intended from the competition. ?If you have any questions please come see myself or Leomon, thank you.? As soon as Floramon left, the digimon began to flood the arena below which was large and did not appear as a real arena but more of a battlefield outside. Angel and Wormmon sat in their respectful places and watched as Reichmon and RhodoKnightmon made their way into the arena, taking their places. The beginning round consisted of a free for all, everyone battling against each other except RhodoKnightmon and Reichmon who helped each other. Digimon counterattacked, evaded attacks, used excellent defense and offense, but some were quite sloppy as if they had no knowledge of combat. Though, Angel was pleased to see that there were few that managed to get a few ?kills,? if you could say. After a while, the beginning round ended and the secondary round began yet a twist came in and these twists were large and ferocious- SkullGreymon, ShadowWereGarurumon, and several Tyrannomon began to flood the arena, attacking the digimon that were already there. Most of the remaining digimon were destroyed while others managed to live but as the chaos happened, Reichmon hadn?t noticed a rogue digimon who was competing lurking behind him. Without notice, Reichmon was damaged heavily and RhodoKnightmon was nowhere to be seen to help him, Angel nearly jumped out of her seat to help her friend but Wormmon advised against, pleading her that she shouldn?t walk in there even though Reichmon was injured. She?s seen her friend injured yet this was a time where your instinct took place and Reichmon could only die with pride, knowing he fought well. Angel closed her eyes and said her goodbyes, not wanting to watch the deletion of her friend.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593][B]Name-[/B] Neutria [B]Age-[/B] N/A [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Nationality-[/B] N/A [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img288.echo.cx/img288/2193/misu4by.jpg]Neutria[/URL] is pure beauty standing at the height of 5?6? and weighing around 110 lbs. She wears a strapless [URL=http://img482.imageshack.us/img482/5093/orientalcorset6lh.jpg]black corset[/URL] that has red oriental designs covering the front and weaving lace ties on each side. She also wears a pair of black cargo pants and a black silk jacket, as well as [URL=http://www.djbooth.net/dj-equipment/dj-headphones-reviews/phones_MDR-V700DJ.jpg]headphones[/URL] hanging around her neck which enables her to listen to nothing but the music that pounds in her ears, red gloves, and black ankle boots that are steel-toed. Her face is a flawless canvas that has an ivory cream color with slightly rosy cheeks, beautiful full cherry red lips, and sparkling slate blue eyes that are all accentuated by her flaming red hair that is, at times, hidden underneath a dark blue and burgundy red hat. This also distracts the eyes from her hourglass figure and slender yet muscled legs. [B]Weapon of Choice-[/B] Niveus Tora Zoccolo (White Tiger Claw) and Svartur Dragao Kiel (Black Dragon Fang) are the names of her weapons, deadly and fierce, something Neutria has become familiar with. The pair of sais have begun to grow on its own, taking upon itself to advance its power and allow Neutria to wield it as she does. These weapons have an elongated length, longer than most sais, with a slight double edge to them, having a black lacquered handle and, strangely, a silver tsuba with the design of a lotus flower shaping the tsuba. The power the sais are intense, almost unnatural yet so convincing and natural with pure wrath exuding from its core. [B]Fighting Style-[/B] Carrying the Zoccolo and Kiel, there is no mercy to come to those who face Neutria. She fights with absolute precision, her movements florid and graceful like a dance, never failing a step or faltering for a moment. A style shown as a beautiful dance to the untrained eye can be shown as a beautifully dangerous combative style for there is no one and nothing that could stand between mercy and death. She has seen the world always in color, blending the beauty that she?s seen, and never caring for what is right or wrong. She?s come to know it on a personal level, giving her the knowledge and sense to rarely make a wrong decision, allowing her to worry little of the consequences that would come from her actions. It is this that makes her style a flawless and surpassing dance with a whisper of death clinging at the tips. [B]Personality-[/B] Neutria, a complex figure with the most mind-boggling characteristic one could come to know about who has a thirst for knowledge and curiosity that cannot be quenched and a hunger for battle that cannot be filled, making her either the most formidable enemy or the most trivial ally one could have with or against them. And being the bewildering character that she is, Neutria is still human with demonic intentions but still holds few beliefs and morals, though holding them adamantly. Albeit, she has the tendency to keep to herself and act in an apathetic way, showing others the indifference she has, yet managing to perplex others further, creating an even more elaborate persona of herself. Granted, she may be quite the un-mastered puzzle, Neutria is a rare specimen showing the devotion she has to one thing and one thing only: to fight with soul. One could find that the way she talks and the way she fights are quite similar. Both are fluid and extraordinary, ringing out like a crystal bell in the morning breeze and both only heard or seen when necessary. The cause of this would be the results of the never-ending training she had submitted to in her young years and the darkness that her heart had seen for years upon years that gave her an undying spirit, something that burns with ferocity and viscosity. Portrayed as a woman with jaded eyes that can see through the lies and deception and a calloused heart filled with malice and intimately know the souls of people to become distant and stoic, burning with a deep hatred to those who come off as dominative people, believing that they can use people and do whatever they will with them is exactly who she is. She?s been molded into a ruthless fighter with good intentions and has faced death more than once during the afflictions she would face by herself, never asking for help, which gives her the confidence she never found in her younger years. It seems that she truly is an enigma, a puzzle that can never be finished. [B]Goal-[/B] To everyone else, Neutria is but a walking puzzle which no one can finish or even begin but what these stories of the two beautiful swords have become intrigue and will her to learn more, giving her a raging desire to become intimate with the swords, as if to know them personally. Yet, she will have nothing to do with the wars that have become to be against the cursed sword and the spirited sword. Though, using the powers of both swords may come in handy, not for power and success but for something else, what it is that she wants is unsure. Perhaps, just a fight is all that she?s looking for. [B]Writing Sample-[/B] [B]Writing Sample-[/B] Taken from Guilty Gear: Rebirth of Outrage The night air was soft but not calm. Something stirred the once tranquil current of the breeze and caused Neutria to become aware that someone was moving through the night and moving quite fast. Then, something else stirred the serenity of the night; it felt as if it were a group. Neutria felt the winds and believed it to be humans and gears that lurked through the dead of night, echoing their actions as they did. ?I wonder what sorts of adversities I shall meet tonight. Only way to find out is by lurk the shadows.? Leaving with a smirk on her face, Neutria managed to jump from a high roof and land safely on the ground. She straightened herself before walking away from the alley and disappears into the shadows. She was agile and silent, just as the falcon is at night. She was able to come out on the other side of town, while grabbing a few things on the way, but leaving money for the poor. As Neutria walked through the desolate town, she became thirsty and decided to have a drink. Luckily she was near a local tavern and walked in, eyes suddenly located themselves at the entrance and found Neutria. This had not made her uncomfortable or even weary; it had made her feel nothing. She was indifferent to everything around her and merely took a seat at the counter. A bartender attended to her and she asked for the best drink in the bar. What a quaint, little tavern. Her drink was served and Neutria took a sip. It pleased her mouth and she was soon seen taking shots of it. What a wonderful drink. It is delightfully tart and zesty. Quite delicious. Though, these men that approach seem to want something. Never wrong, three men had approached Neutria and had blocked her in. Several people began to murmur and whisper, while others watched intently on what the woman might do. Two of the men placed an arm on the counter, while the other stood behind Neutria with his hand on her shoulder. Neutria waited patiently for them to leave. ?What?s a pretty lady like you doing in a bar like this? Why don?t you come out with us and we?ll show you a better time?? ?Yeah, we know how to party until the break of dawn.? Silence hung in the air and Neutria was still drinking the house specialty as if there was no tomorrow. The men were getting quite anxious and impatient with her. The third man, who stood behind Neutria, soon removed her headphones and put his hand across her back and onto her right shoulder and leaned closer. ?I don?t think ya heard us right, sweetheart. We said for you to come with us. We?ll show...? Groaning, the third man was on the ground, clutching to his manhood. The other two looked to Neutria, who still drank the drinks that kept coming. They looked to each other and tried to grab her but the two were soon entangled by Neutria?s whip. At this moment, the spikes were in a dormant state; therefore, it was safe... for the time being. When she cracked it, the men were spun outward and fell on top of their friend. Neutria still drank whatever it was she was drinking and paid no attention to the three.[/color] [color=#BD008B][B]Name-[/B] Tira [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Nationality-[/B] Unknown [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/6807/tira3oj.jpg]Tira[/URL]- The one and only beautiful Tira. [B]Weapon of Choice-[/B] Ring Blade- Aisel Nedrossel [B]Fighting Style-[/B] Dance of Death- With the Ring Blade, Tira takes full advantage by slicing and cutting her way, while at the same time combating with them. [B]Personality-[/B] Tira, also known as the ?Misguided Angel of Death?, the bringer of death with the Ring Blade- Aisel Nedrossel in her hands was raised to become highly skilled in the arts of assassination, making it her sole purpose and goal. She had been given the thoughts that murder is the only way she would respond to anything, normally responding with a great deal of joy. Soon enough, she sought after the cursed sword, Soul Edge, to keep for herself but merely became a servant of its evil. Born among the ?Birds of Passage?, Tira felt caged and could not be free but when the Evil Seed rained down, she was freed from her confinements and found herself flying into the outside world on unsteady wings. Much like the azure knight, Nightmare, and Soul Edge, she is ultimately just as evil as they perhaps even more. [B]Goal-[/B] Having lived a life of assassination and soon taken in to live a life of normality, Tira felt she was While she lived an ordinary life with an ordinary family in an ordinary city, she felt fundamentally different from others, and knew that she could never live in peace with them. She began a life of aimless wandering, and one day learned of the massacres caused by Nightmare. She had found someone else like herself - and accepted the dark will unto herself. Now a faithful servant of the cursed sword, she has two tasks. One, she is to destroy the spirit sword and free the cursed sword. Two, she is to locate a new host for the cursed sword. Tira, with her dark wings, flies out to the world, in search of her destiny. [B]Writing Sample-[/B] ?Destroy the Spirit Sword and find me a host? were the words that became embedded into the Death Angel?s mind. It is her duty and job to serve Soul Edge and do he wishes, knowing that they are alike in many ways and will continue to be. She now searches to destroy the spirit sword but at the same time, searches for the disturbed and pure evil soul she can find, also searching for anyone who may come to her and try to stop her from her job. ?There she is!? Shouts came from [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]As the four took flight, Angel had begun to think back to when she had started [i]Digimon[/i], how it had suddenly changed everything about her, how it formed her into a different person. Some would have said it was for the better while others wouldn?t have wanted a mere machine to give her this transformation but it wasn?t just the machine that had worked its magic, it was how she learned to survive in [i]Digimon[/i] that allowed her to become the person she was today- ruthless, cold, and indifferent to everyone and everything yet was still humble and kindhearted but only giving and taking respect from those who truly deserved it. If not for this ?game? then Angel would have become a mere puppet in her parents? game, using her as a pawn towards success and wealth, even though they had plenty of it. Such a pity they had become, only wanting perfection in everyone, anyone, everything, and anything. It hurt her to see what her parents had become; knowing that what they wanted was only for the best interests for themselves. Thinking of this, Angel?s hands tightened into a fist, making her knuckles crack on contact. Wormmon felt the tension that rose from Angel and comforted her, not knowing what the problem was. In Angel?s mind, she would have wished to live in this world forever, protecting them and helping them to reach their ultimate goals. She could see the warmth in Wormmon?s eyes, how he had always been with her from the beginning, promising to protect her no matter what, even if it meant that he should be hurt in the result. She patted Wormmon?s head and smiled back, knowing that he needed to know she was alright, even if she wasn?t. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a large blast that came from the city that held the competition. They finally landed and were in front of the city?s gates, which opened when they had walked towards it. There was much going on, such commotion and talk, it was as if she was visiting a friend in Seoul, Korea. Making their way, Angel stopped to look at ads and pieces of paper that covered the side of a wooden wall. It had rules, laws, wanted posters, and much more as well as job ads and the competition ad. Wormmon jumped on top of Angel?s head and saw what she was looking at and smiled, as he always did. Angel took the job ad and the competition ad, looking at the two carefully; searching for any catch phrase or scam that may prevent from anything but saw none and ventured forth to the area of battle. There was so much going on and gossip spread quicker than the plague, it seemed to Angel, yet she still seemed indifferent to everything, apathetic to what was going on around her, just focused on the task at hand- the competition but she stopped when she had heard several players? names spoken by a Digitamamon who was speaking to one of his customers, who just happened to be a Gostumon who was accompanied by Icemon and Pumpkinmon. This struck Angel?s interest and she led her group to Digitamamon?s place of work, which was a diner. She entered and everyone turned to her, the eyes following her as she made her way to the counter, sitting next to Gotsumon and his friends, having Reichmon and RhodoKnightmon stand in a corner, knowing that they would intimidate the small digimon yet having Wormmon with her, knowing that he wouldn?t leave her. The digimon in the diner were still watching her but trying not to make eye contact. They were wary, almost cautious with their actions, hoping not to upset Angel but at the same time they were excited that a human would make their way into this small diner filled with digimon. When Digitamamon walked up to her, they went about their business, knowing that it was none of their business when it came to Digitamamon and his customers. ?What can I get you, soup and salad, our specialty lunch meal?? Digitamamon?s voice was a bit like Igor?s from Frankenstein, itchy and strange. ?What would you like?? For a while, Angel was looking around the diner then her eyes looked to the digimon in front of her. ?What do you know about Kiva, Eiffel, and Kalika?? The sound of Kalika?s name rattled everyone in the diner, the three digimon next Angel shifted in their seats, and yet Angel was still indifferent. ?Tell me, what do you know?? ?What?s there to know? There?s nothing to know.? Digitamamon turned his back and spoke to Angel. ?If you are not getting any food, please leave. I don?t want any trouble.? Smirking, Angel stood but before she left, she replied back, ?Even if you don?t want trouble, it always finds a way to its victims. Ja.? The digimon looked around and then to the owner, knowing that he might provide some sort of answer. Indefinitely, he did for Digitamamon stepped out from behind the counter and stopped Angel who turned around with a slight smirk on her face. ?So tell me about these other humans you?ve been talking about.? The small digimon called for Mikemon who was cooking in the back to cover for him and he and Angel went to a room in the back. There, he told Angel about the destroyed village that Kalika ordered and how the Dragon Clan were gathering more digimon to fight for them. He also told her about how several humans were fighting against the Dragon Clan and searching for Kalika, just so that they can destroy her power before she destroys everything. Then just as Angel thanked him, Digitamamon stopped her and told her that he heard from a friend in Arnett that two humans had found their way into a battle with digimon who were with the Dragon Clan. Angel thanked him again and left with her digimon. In her mind, the competition would only prove their strength but also that it would give them more knowledge. ?Well then, let the games begin.?[/size][/color]