Neko

Sorry I stopped posting last time, Demonchild...I had...business to attend to on a trip. I'm back though! Name: Kimura Maomi Age: 15 Gender: Female Height/weight: 4'10" / 98 lbs Hair/eye color: Jet black with blood-red highlights / Deep blue, almost violet Skin tone: An almost ghostly white Body type: Young teenage girl, transformation form has black, silky wings Personality: Very shy and withdrawn from the rest of the world, has an inate distrust in other people Friend: None Race: Human / Succubus Grade/Occupation: 9th grade / none Bio: Kimura was born into the cold, cruel world on a rainy day somewhere in a small town, oblivious to the rest of the world. She grew into a slender, cute figure with skin that was almost chalk-white. Her parents kept telling her she should 'get some sun', but she never listened, and kept growing paler and paler, although never losing that curious beauty. Soon, however, the lack of fresh air took its toll on her body, and she became violently ill when she turned Eleven. A few days later, as she looked out the window, she saw a group of people walk into town. They turned into various creatures out of a nightmare, and wreaked havok on the town. They burned as they went as the streets ran red with the residents' blood. When they broke into Kimura's house, her mother ran swiftly upstairs into her room while her father bravely fought them off with nothing more than a kitchen knife. And, in the moment she remembers even to this day, she heard him scream when they killed him. The sound of her father's death-scream would be burned into the back of her mind forever. When the door came down, her mother begged them to take her life, if they would only spare her daughter. One of the demons stepped forward and lifted Kimura off the bed and looked down at her with what she could've sworn was pity and sorrow in it's eyes. Then, the demon gently covered her eyes and ears, so she wouldn't have to watch or listen to her mother's death as well. They took her as their own child, and turned her into a succubus, a creature of seduction and inhuman beauty. They even allowed her to go to a human school, when she asked her new 'mother' to do so. She gets flawless grades in every class except gym, because her body isn't used to physically exerting itself. She wants to have someone she can really get to know in school, but so far, not even the seductive power of a succubus has been able to help her get a friend, because of her instinctive shyness and distrust in people. Ever since the lecture she and her class recieved from Mr. Matsuo one day, Kimura's been trying to get a hold of him. She ran away from the sheltered life her self-styled 'mother' had made for her, and hasn't worked up the courage to return, fearing the punishment she would recieve for disobediance (which would be minimal, anyways, but Kimura doesn't know that).

[size=1]Kia gazed blankly at Kayla as she warped out in front of her. She turned around, feeling somewhat dejected, and headed back to the Chaos Gate, on her way back to Mac Anu. [i]Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to try to talk to her,[/i] she thought as she stepped through the thin, icy-cold liquid barrier of the gate, absentmindedly muttering the keywords, [i]Maybe I should've never joined her in the first place...[/i] [center][b]-Delta Server-Aqua Capital Mac Anu-Root Town-[/b][/center] There was quite a scene going on when Kia found her way into Mac Anu, several armor-clad players that didn't look too dissimilar to the crimson knights from a while back were all over the town, stopping other players on their little routines. Suddenly, a small, pale girl came running up the stairwell to the Chaos Gate, followed closely by a large group of those knight-looking players. Instinctively, Kia rushed behind one of the walls as the girl came running into the opening. The girl tripped in her haste to get away from the other players, and in the time it took her to stop skidding across the floor, they had already surrounded her. With their long halberds, they caged her in as one of them stepped forward, apparently the leader of the group. [b]"Stupid trash!"[/b] she laughed, directing her spear in a rather threatening manner at the little girl, who was whimpering slightly as she backed herself into a corner, [b]"You couldn't hide from us forever!"[/b] The poor little girl was shaking quite profusely by now, and Kia noticed that even from her safe little hiding place, she was beginning to tense up, too. The spearhead was raised. Through the crowd of people, Kia suddenly saw the girl's crystal blue eyes staring pleadingly at her. The girl reached out feebly, tears rooling down her eyes. [b]"H-help me...!"[/b] she cried, though the knights paid no attention. [b]"I, Kamui of the Cobalt Knights, hereby delete you, rogue AI!"[/b] The halberd sliced downward across the girl, sending a violent spray across the ground, coupled with the heart-piercing scream of a young child. [b]"NO!"[/b] Kia screamed, lunging forward, but a gauntleted hand shot out from the shadows and pulled her back and downward, another hand covered her mouth. In the shadows, Balmung gathered Kia closer to him, and put a finger up to her mouth as if to say [i]'quiet, or they'll find you'[/i]. Kia nodded slightly, pushing herself closer to him for protection. With frightened eyes, she watched as 'Kamui' scolded the others. [b]"It took [i]WAY[/i] too long to finish that case!"[/b] she shouted, causing some of the knights to edge back in fear, [b]"We could've had that case finished [i]weeks[/i] ago! But instead, you all decided to hang back and screw around!"[/b] She whacked one of the knights across the helmet with enough force to send him sprawling to the ground, and he had some difficulty getting back up. Kamui took a brief glance around the group. [b]"Don't be surprised if you get a pay cut for slacking off all this time,"[/b] she said disapprovingly. [b]"Now, everyone back to business. Remember: [i]any[/i] rumors about illegal AIs are to be reported directly to me immediately. Am I clear?!"[/b] The knights all nodded their heads sullenly. [b]"Yes, ma'am..."[/b] and they all left. It was only after the last one was gone that Kia realized [i]exactly[/i] how close she had gotten up to Balmung. As she took the first breath in about the past minute and a half, she looked up at Balmung, her apparent savior, only to find him staring down at her in the most peculiar way. He was also blushing, she noticed. Deeply. [b]"Oh...ummm...sorry, about that..."[/b] she apologized hurriedly, jumping off of his lap. [b]"I just...I get a little jumpy sometimes...I [i]am[/i] still thirteen, y'know..."[/b] She tried to excuse herself. That seemed to get some color back out of his face. [b]"No, it's not that,"[/b] Balmung sighed, [b]"It's just, you could've gotten yourself killed right there..."[/b] he got up slowly, the feathers on his wings rustling slightly. [b]"...Why didn't you save her? I thought you were an administrator now..."[/b] Kia asked gingerly. She got a depressed grin from Balmung. [b]"Not ever since [i]she[/i] got back,"[/b] he answered simply. [b]"Who is she?"[/b] [b]"Kamui, leader of the 'Cobalt Knights'. Their job is to hunt down illegal players in The World. And yes,"[/b] ...Balmung looked piercingly up at her, [b]"That includes you."[/b] Kia nodded slightly, a little shaken up by these words. Then she threw her arms around him suddenly. [b]"Thank you for saving me, Balmung,"[/b] she whispered. Balmung nodded, his face turning slightly pink again. As Kia gated back to Dun Loireag, she decided Balmung was a really great guy, even if only in The World. [color=darkred]OOC: How could Kamui be so [i]heartless[/i]?![/color][/size]

10:24, Night Cycle, Irisa's room Viktor paused for a moment before fully entering the room, paused to take in Irisa's beauty. The faint smell of human blood wafted into hise nose, reporting her to have drained someone before returning here. It's a shame I dislike our kind, Viktor thought regretfully, or I might have liked to get to know her better... "Oh, it's nothing, my dear Irisa," he said in that melodious voice again, walking daintily into the room, "I must apologize for what happened earlier this evening. I thought..." he withdrew the two giant crystals and presented them to her, "Perhaps these might make up for the incident?" Viktor would have to wait for the answer to his question. A youthful human girl walked up behind him, tugging lightly at his shirt tail. "Excuse me, master," she piped apologetically, "...but there are some men waiting for you downstairs." Viktor frowned just perceptibly What is this, some kind of conspiracy to keep me away from Irisa?! he thought. All the same, he patted the girl gently. "Thank you, Amy," he said gently, before stepping out the door. Company is not to be kept waiting, after all. He went to the main hall to find none other than Alastor, head of his personal Research team. Alastor nodded to him as if in a bow, then took his shoulder, leading him through the mansion. "I hope we haven't kept you waiting, Viktor," he said in a deep, rough voice. "Why, whatever do you mean?" Viktor asked conversationally. "The weapon you requested is finished." "What? Already?! That's wonderful news, my friend," Viktor laughed. "I wasn't expecting you to be finished so quickly!" Alastor nodded politely, and produced a jet black handgun from his pocket, which Viktor accepted graciously. Alastor explained this new piece of technology as they strode through the labyrinth of hallways in the mansion. "We based it on the angels' model," he stated, although this had already been apparent to Viktor, "But we added in some...adjustments that I believe you will find most effective to achieving the cause." "...The cause?" "To kill angels, of course." "Good." Viktor smiled. Looking down to the weapon, a sudden question perked up in his mind; a feature was missing. "Alastor, where's the magazine?" Alastor grinned. "Ah, yes. That was one of my little tricks. I specially fitted this weapon -and it's twin model- with an energy syphon. Basically, the weapon will absorb your essence, and in turn will fire physical manifestations of your dark energies." "So, basically it fires 'vampiric' bullets," "Exactly." Viktor smiled. As usual, Alastor had exceeded all expectations Viktor had placed upon him. "And this 'twin model' you speak of?" Alastor grinned again and pulled a pearl-white handgun out of his other pocket and presented it to Viktor. "I have that ready for you as well." Viktor laughed. "Thank you, Alastor," he nodded, Your assistance will prove invaluable in the days to come..."

Well, I tried to open a thread for posting my images in, but it didn't seem to get any replies (except for you, Ryoko T.D.C...thanks for the commentses!), so I'm making this my image thread, for anyone that cares to see my drawings. So, erm...here are my first two! (The head shot is the one from my origional thread) Enjoy! Oh, and can any moderator put these in thumbnails for me? For some reason my computer's acting up and I can't upload anything from here. [color=teal]Done and done. -Syk3[/color]

I'm still getting nothing but red X's, which sucks because I'd be really interested in seeing your artwork. Is there anywhere else I could find your pictures, perhaps?

Well, I just got this neat little toy as an early Christmas gift, so of course, I tested it out by drawing a character from a game I have, but haven't played yet. For those of you who aren't familiar with the hit Playstation 2 game [i]Xenosaga[/i], this character goes by the name KOS-MOS. Comments/constructive criticism are appreciated! [center][img]http://imagevenue.com/loc64/a7373_Xenosaga.JPG[/img][/center] The Symbols in the upper left-hand-corner is my name, so as to avoid confusion.

Sorry I was so late...I didn't even know this had started... Kimura sighed as she closed the door behind her, home at last. She was feeling a bit jumpy because of the murder, signs of open acts of reckless violence on the streets. Even her new teacher, Mr. Matsuo seemed a bit nervous today. Kimura didn't like Mr. Matsou very much. He always asked her strange questions that she had a hard time answering, and he always seemed to keep an unusually close eye on her, although she was fairly sure he didn't know that she was aware of this. "I'm home!" she shouted from the doorway. Her mother rushed down the stairs to welcome her home. "Where have you been?!" she scolded, leaving Kimura completely confused. She hadn't been home any later than usual, and there wasn't anything special going on that she could remember. "What's the matter, mother?" she asked curiously, always thirsty for knowledge, "I didn't miss something, did I?" "No time, for that now, child. You aren't to be walking home from school anymore. From now on, you're to be picked up from the front doors, and you're not to be seen alone prior to then. Am I understood?" "I don't, but I will do as you wish, mother," Kimura sighed. She pretended not to care that her mother was obviously hiding something from her. She also pretended not to notice the report on the television depicting the bloody remains of her school principal's daughter, most of her head missing. So that's what's got mother all uptight, Kimura thought silently as she walked up to her room to do her homework. So, Kimura thought complacantly once her door was shut, Mother's scared that something bad will happen to me if I'm wandering around outside the safety of the school...Kimura thought about what Mr. Matsuo had said during class that day. ...In an ever changing world such as ours...there is much that goes hidden from our eyes. And such battles go on everyday. Whether it is necessarily with the involvement of such creatures I don't know...but in the end...it is always the humans who get caught in the middle... "Much that goes on hidden from our eyes..." Kimura mumbled under her breath, "I want to ask Mr. Matsuo what he meant by that." Mother wouldn't let my out of the house, though, she thought to herself, she never does. Kia unlatched her window, taking in the radiant sunlight as she gazed across the city. With a brief flutter, she jumped out her window, spread her dark wings, and landed lightly on the ground, making sure to hide her wings once she was done with the jump. After a long time of wandering aimlessly around the city, Kimura spotted a tiny store that still seemed to be closed, though there were people inside for some reason. The sign on top read 'Books and Brew'. Curious as ever, Kimura tried the door, finding it unlocked. Timidly, she stepped in, wondering if Mr. Matsuo could be in here.

Erm, sorry, Kiba, but Viktor is Vampire by birth, not bite. And I'm also assuming this agent that died was the one I killed with Redmoon. He couldn't have been rushed to an emergency room because he disintegrated when I killed him. Just thought I'd make a note of these things. 9:06, Evening-Night Cycle, the Stargazer's Paradise restaurant Two, eh? Viktor weighed out the situation even before the two angels touched the ground. He was an exceptional fighter -second only to Daktor- , so a mere two angels shouldn't be a problem. Unless... Unless they have those new toys, Viktor thought grimly, watching them pull out the new angelic guns, the one on the left with one, the one on the right with two. Three guns. Three, and that wasn't including the local human police if a fight broke out, or if there were any angels still hiding. Viktor glanced nervously behind him, hoping they hadn't seen Irisa yet. "Oh, look!" the leftward angel exclaimed mockingly, "The vamp's got a girlfriend!" and he pointed the weapon behind Viktor, almost as if he were daring Irisa to move out from behind Viktor. "You won't touch her," Viktor said in a dangerous, yet melodious voice, "unless you intend to kill me as well." With his free hand he blocked Irisa off even further from the deadly weapons. He glanced back slightly, nodding at Irisa. "I'm afraid I'll be needing both my arms, milady," he whispered to her. The left angel took aim and fired, making Viktor's head snap back to the two. It all happened in slow motion. Viktor watched as the 'bullet' screamed towards him. A reflex fired in his arm, and he held out his hand in a 'stop' gesture. This obviously didn't bother the bullet, because it continued on its course to his chest. A sudden change in the air, the sudden presence of the bullet triggered a nearly reflexive spell in Viktor's mind. A translucent black barrier flashed simultaneously in and out of existence, sending the bullet off to bounce harmlessly to the ground and melt. Finally, Irisa let go of her unintentionally tight grip on his arm, though whether it was out of obedience or shock he couldn't tell. Viktor whipped around and kicked an elegant table in front of Irisa, to protect her from the sudden hail of bullets. He dashed towards the two angels, his black dress suit whipping about slightly as he moved. That peculiar barrier flared up whenever a bullet would hit him. Finally he reached the two, and kicked one in the stomach. The other retaliated by slugging him across the face. Trip, kick, punch...the fistfight went on for about fourteen minutes. Realizing he was getting nowhere fast, Viktor threw one of the angels from the fight, perhaps thirty yards, so he could have a moment or two to fight one-on-one. Then he heard something that made his eyes go wide. The other angel reloaded his gun, and from somewhere off behind him, he heard "Hay, vamp, I got a present for your girlfriend!" Viktor used a blink spell to return to the table that he'd used to shield Irisa. The gun fired four times. Viktor easily deflected the shots with another barrier, but he felt weak inside. I can't take much longer...too much magic... One more spell. Viktor gave himself one last chance to either kill the angels or make them run. The spell would take some time to prepare. I'll fight 'til I'm ready, he decided. "Irisa! It won't be much longer. But I want you to get as far away from here as possible! I don't know exactly how much force this next one will go off with," he shouted, glancing back to make sure she ran. The angels were approaching, apparently out of ammunition. "One last spell," he muttered under his breath, walking slowly towards them. A shroud of black light enveloped his body, a spell he'd invented during the angel war, but had never used because it was so massive it might harm his comrades. When he was about ten feet away, the right-side angel suddenly fired, cutting a thin line across his cheek. So the bastards aren't out after all, he thought. He stopped dead still as the spell finished preparing itself. "Die," he whispered simply. A pentagraph appeared on the ground beneath him, etched out in blood-red light. He crossed his arms in a style similar to that of a mummy (crossed with hands near shoulders), and closed his eyes. An otherworldly wind whipped past as Viktor unfolded his arms, the black shroud enveloping him melting into the earth... And suddenly the ground shattered, and thousands of jet-black living strands, about six-inches thick and tapering down to a shrp point, shot up from deep within the Earth, ripping apart the tables, tiles, bashing, ripping, stabbing wildly, reaching several hundred feet in the air like some bizarre thorn field. The two angels nimbly dodged the first few, but there were simply too many. Viktor, in the middle of his protective pentagram symbol, watched with grim satisfaction as they were both impaled once, twice, three, four, many, many times, and were lifted up screaming into the air to be shredded to pieces somewhere far up above. They fell back to the ground as a red rain. As the tentacle-like spikes faded away into nothing, Viktor heaved a sigh. It was an exhausting spell, but one that could, if need be, slay hundreds of angels. These had only been two. Viktor walked heavily over to the balcony (or what was left of it), and paused to watch the stars again, tried not to look at the ruined remains of the two he'd just slain. He suddenly saw two angels staring at him from a slight distance, one of which looked horribly familiar. "Aravor!" he growled, recognizing the angel he'd almost killed in the street alley a few days ago. There were two others, one an angel, judging by the wings, and the other was, as far as he could see, a human. He walked up to them grudgingly. The human backed away slowly, as if frightened. "What are you two doing here?!" Viktor shouted, directed at the angels, "And why is this human here with you?! You know his kind isn't supposed to know about us!" He made a gesture to the red stain on the ground nearby. "Do you want to end up like your friends, there? You saw what I did! I'll kill you next time, too! All I wanted tonight was to have a normal, peaceful dinner with a friend. Do you angels have something against that, too?!" he shouted, and turned to walk off before any of them even spoke. "Listen," Viktor growled, glaring over his shoulder, "I'm really not in the mood for a fight right now, but if you really want to, I'll be more than happy to tear you into pieces as well." He paused as he walked over the bloody ruins of the fallen angels, spotting two precious stones. He knelt down to pick up the huge emerald, as well as the slightly smaller ruby. These are for Irisa as well, then, to make up for the fact that another moment together was completely ruined. He walked slowly away from the restaurant to find Irisa. He almost smiled when he heard a voice behind him somewhere. "Shouldn't we follow him...?"

5:42, Early-Morning cycle, Grand Hall As everyone filed into the Grand Hall, Viktor couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. He usually gave himself time to prepare the speeches he was so capable of giving. But with the events of the past few minutes, he had been forced to come here so fast he hadn't even gotten his head straight by the time everyone was in the room. As soon as everyone was seated (except Daktor, he prefered to stand), he cleared his throat and began to talk. "My dear council members-my friends..." he began, drawing in everyone's attention, "A great evil has been brought to my knowledge, one that I believe may-" "More angel problems, Viktor?" Daktor asked, half disapprovingly, half mockingly. Viktor shot him a cold glance, but gave him a warm smile. "Yes, Daktor, more angel problems, as you would have it," he replied in that odd voice he saved for when he was toying with people, that nearly melodious singsong voice. Daktor reached into one of the pockets in his trenchcoat -he hadn't had the time to change out of it yet- and pulled out a small metallic object. "Can anyone tell me what this is?" he asked, holding it in the air. No one bothered with the answer; it was quite apparent what the object was. "This is a human handgun. Typically fires nine-milimeter bullets," Viktor supplied, careless of the fact that everyone knew exactly what kind of gun it was. "We've always been aware of the threat of a handgun, Viktor," Daktor shrugged nonchalantly, "and we've been very careful of them." Viktor lightly tossed Daktor the weapon. "Open the magazine, Daktor," Viktor said slyly, "Open it and you'll see what the threat is." Daktor turned the gun clumsily and opened the cartridge. Liquid spilled out, just barely touching Daktor's hands, which sizzled as if it were being burned slightly. Daktor looked up in shock. "That used to be solid, you know," Viktor said icily, "a bullet made of purified water." The room became very quiet. "I see I've caught your attention..." Viktor smirked. "I was fired upon -in plain sight, might I add- by an angel with this weapon. I killed him, but I took one of his weapons. I didn't bother to take the other gun, but if he had two -which he did-, there's no reason the others shouldn't have at least one of their own." Irisa spoke up for the first time. "What does this mean, milord?" "It means the angels are improving their arsenal against us. If there is another war between us, it won't be fought with swords," Viktor explained. With Daktor's permission, I want a research group working on some way we can incorporate human weapons into our arsenal." He looked at Daktor for a response. Daktor shrugged. "You speak as though we were already at war, Viktor," he said sarcastically, "but go ahead. We've got enough extra in our budget right now." "Thank you, Daktor," Viktor smiled, bowing graciously. "This meeting is over." After everyone had returned to their respective rooms, Viktor walked into his own master bedroom, and changed out of his trenchcoat. Then, he pulled Redmoon out of its sheath and carefully laid it out on the bed. Changing into his best suit, he walked off to Irisa's room, slipping the large sapphire into one of his pockets.

[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=1][COLOR=Navy]Sounds like a ridiculously large ammount of fun to me...hope I'm not too late... Name: Kimura Maomi Age: 15 Gender: Female Friend: None Appearance: Kimura is about five feet tall with long hair that's black except where light makes it shine a brilliant, almost crimson red. Her eyes are deep blue with streaks of violet, and provides a stark contrast to her pale skin. She always wears black jeans and a black shirt with mesh sleeves. She can usually be found with her silver pentagram pendant. She never shows her wings, but they come out when she gets excited about something. Race: Human/Demon (half-succubus) Grade/Occupation: 9th Grade/None Bio:Kimura was born into the cold, cruel world on a rainy day somewhere in a small town, oblivious to the rest of the world. She grew into a slender, cute figure with skin that was almost chalk-white. Her parents kept telling her she should 'get some sun', but she never listened, and kept growing paler and paler, although never losing that curious beauty. Soon, however, the lack of fresh air took its toll on her body, and she became violently ill when she turned Eleven. A few days later, as she looked out the window, she saw a group of people walk into town. They turned into various creatures out of a nightmare, and wreaked havok on the town. They burned as they went as the streets ran red with the residents' blood. When they broke into Kimura's house, her mother ran swiftly upstairs into her room while her father bravely fought them off with nothing more than a kitchen knife. And, in the moment she remembers even to this day, she heard him scream when they killed him. The sound of her father's death-scream would be burned into the back of her mind forever. When the door came down, her mother begged them to take her life, if they would only spare her daughter. One of the demons stepped forward and lifted Kimura off the bed and looked down at her with what she could've sworn was pity and sorrow in it's eyes. Then, the demon gently covered her eyes and ears, so she wouldn't have to watch or listen to her mother's death as well. They took her as their own child, and turned her into a succubus, a creature of seduction and inhuman beauty. They even allowed her to go to a human school, when she asked her new 'mother' to do so. She gets flawless grades in every class except gym, because her body isn't used to physically exerting itself. She wants to have someone she can really get to know in school, but so far, not even the seductive power of a succubus has been able to help her get a friend, because of her instinctive shyness and distrust in people. I hope that's okay...just tell me if I need to change anything![/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=1]Sakura stared oddly at Kia for a moment as Kia looked up at her, not even lifting her head. She was just laying there, head resting on her hands, but she was looking up at Sakura with an expression on her face that said 'oh, so you decided to come, How polite.' [b]"What was that all about?"[/b] Sakura asked with just a hint of accusation in her voice. [b]"What?"[/b] Kia asked, shrugging slightly and giving an obviously fake innocent smile. [b]"You know what I'm talking about!"[/b] Sakura snapped back, [b]"The 'Miss-Lets-Go-On-A-Roadtrip deal! Was that really necessary?" "Well you guys certainly [i]do[/i] seem to have an awful lot of free time on your hands, now, don't you?"[/b] Kia replied, now staring at Sakura with a death-gaze. That went to far, even for Sakura. [b]"Look, Kia!"[/b] she shouted, [b]"Just because me and the others actually have a [i]life[/i] doesn't mean we don't care about..."[/b] The boat went deathly silent as Sakura realized the terrible choice of words she'd just used. Kia started trembling slightly. [b]"For your...information...Sakura..."[/b] Kia said, barely above a whisper, [b]"[i]I[/i] have a life...too...It's just different than...yours."[/b] In a flash of movement Kia flew towards Sakura with her blades poited in a very threatening manner. [i]She is gonna die for that remark,[/i] Kia thought half gleefully, half madly as she jumped. the blades carried through a swift arch... ...And Sakura sidestepped, leaving Kia to fly over to edge of the boat. With a short yelp, Kia flipped around in mid-air (almost like cats do when upside down) and grabbed the edge of the boat with one hand, by the edge of her fingertips. [b]"Kia, I told you not to try to PK us. I'm a lot better at this sort of thing than you are."[/b] Sakura glared down at Kia disapprovingly. Sakura jumped lightly off the boat, but suddenly a small pale hand grabbed onto her ankle, and Kia -even as she was struggling to hold onto the edge of the boat- pulled her downward into the crystal blue water. Somewhere in the real world, in a little minivan speeding across a highway, Katsuki took off her neuro goggles and screamed in frustration as the [b][COLOR=Red]GAME OVER[/COLOR][/b] screen flashed across her laptop. Kia climbed weakly back onto the boat, shivering as the water dripped off her. [b]"I [i]have[/i] a life, Katsuki..."[/b] she whispered to herself. As the boat gently glided to a stop, Kia stepped lightly back onto the main walkway. A sudden feeling came over her. No, not a feeling, more of a...a [i]presence[/i]. [b]"She's here,"[/b] she whispered to herself, [b]"Kayla's here..."[/b] How? How did she know this? [i]Why am I so sure she's online?[/i] she asked herself, even as similar 'presences' filled her mind, each alike, yet subtly different. Sora, Silver Knight, Elk...they all appeared in her head, one by one. Now, the question was where to find them. After searching Mac Anu, she decided these feelings weren't real, because she couldn't find Kayla, or, for that matter, anyone. [i][COLOR=Gray]The one you are looking for is in Dun Loireag.[/COLOR][/i] [b]"Huh?"[/b] Kia half asked, half yelped, unsure of where the quiet voice was coming from. Still, she didn't question herself, and she walked over to the chaos gate. [CENTER][COLOR=DarkOrchid]-Theta-Highland City-Dun Loireag-[/COLOR][/CENTER] As she warped in, Kia fell down, grasping her chest, breathing heavily. She had gone from a low-altitude canal-city to this city in the mountain peaks in literally no time, so her body naturally wasn't used to the lower ammount of air in this climate. Then, looking up, she saw her: Kayla. Pushing around newbies in an ill-fated attempt to get across one of the way-too-narrow bridges that connected the city. [i]So the voice was right,[/i] she thought, beginning to adapt to the lack of air. Kayla finally made it off the bridge -partially because some of the newbies had taken a very unfortunate fall off the bridge- and was walking towards the chaos gate. [b]"Hey, Kayla!"[/b] Kia shouted cheerfully, Kayla still a little ways off, [b]"I was looking for you!"[/b][/SIZE]

[QUOTE]In the Bible (which I assume you mean by biblical), revelations is full of strange allegories and symbolism, but the point is that there going to be ALOT of different things happening before the end.[/QUOTE] What you fail to realize is that by 'biblical' I mean not only the bible, but also the qur'an, the TehNaKa, ect, ect, *goes on listing the religious books of all cultures and religions*. And don't [I]even[/I] tell me that [U]all[/U] of them specify the preclusions to our ultimate end, because I know for a fact that they don't having read several of them myself. Like the religious book of the Craft, for example. It says nothing about events leading up to the apocalypse. [QUOTE]But I don't think I deserve to die. Why would I? Why do you deserve to die? I think your generalizing the whole human race as pillagers, destroyers of nature, killers of all things. You may be right that SOME of us do that, but SOME of us don't.[/QUOTE] Funny, if you're gonna be referencing the Bible...does the Bible not say that we [I]all[/I] deserve to die? That we [I]all[/I] are sinners and that the only thing sparing us from burning in eternal hell is that about 2000 years ago, someone supposedly got nailed to a crucifix where he [I]died[/I] three days later? If there's something we've done that's bad enough for someone to have to get nailed to two pieces of wood and die to make up for it, but [I]not[/I] enough of a sin that we all deserve to die for it, please tell me. And the human race being a bunch of pillagers,destroyers of nature, killers of all things? I hate to break this to you, but we [I]ARE[/I]. Just in our simple quest for a more technologically advanced society, for a better living, we destroy, burn, and otherwise utterly annihalate anything and everything to provide the energy we would inevitably 'need' to produce the necessary energy to simply sustain our lives. And what of it? The rain forests are dying, polar ice caps are melting, oceans, lakes and rivers are growing dark with the filth of the human race...if we found a way to convert people into a massive energy source, I wouldn't be surprised if we turned on each other, feeding our own kind into some machine to extract the energy from within. But I get off subject. Even if there [I]were[/I], supposedly, various clues, hints, shall we say, to the end of the world, we would never be given the exact time, so we'd just end up wondering...waiting for the end...never realizing how close it actually is until it happens. Except me, 'cause I'll be too busy, as previously stated, going on with my normal life. Yes, I'm an existentialist.

OOC:...but there's nothing wrong with that, now, is there? Kia sighed, wandering the streets of Mac Anu. The city was practically dead, no one was around, even a few of the administrators were away, leaving some of the shops empty. Empty...Kia thought suddenly, perhaps I could work out a way to sneak some stuff? She walked up to the Items shop, vacant of its usual obese administrator character, and took a peek in. She was quite surprised to find nothing there. Thinking, she came to the conclusion that since the store never ran out of stock, the items must probably be transfered to characters directly through data. Not surprisingly, this didn't help her idea much. "Oh my god!" she screamed at nobody in particular, "Where the hell is everyone?!" This, of course, caught the attention of the three players that were in Mac Anu. "Erm...right here?" "What are you talking about?" "Don't mind her, guys...she's crazy." Kia rolled her eyes slightly, suppressing -again- that irrisistable urge to slash them to ribbons. She walked down to one of the piers, to the boats. A good ride through the waterways of Mac Anu was never a bad thing, especially when one's temper is short and needs relaxing. After a couple minutes of the dreamy ride, however, Kia became once again almost terminally bored. She decided to send a message to the group, through e-mail this time (which was an especially tricky thing for her). To: Kayla, Katsuki, Kite, [spoiler]*****[/spoiler], Sora From: Kia Subject: C'mon, guys... Message: Come on, guys, where are the hell are you?! Kayla, Katsuki, are you two harassing Silver Knight Again? And Sora, I thought you were always on! What happened to everyone? We still have an extremely important mission to deal with here, remember? I mean, just in case anyone forgot how to count -unlikely- , Gorre was only the fifth phase! If anyone feels like doing something relavent at the moment, I'll be waiting in Mac Anu, on one of the boats. Kia decided even if the message was a little...harsh, it seemed only fitting that they should be putting their full efforts into defeating the Wave, not lounging around somewhere in the real world. After all, she thought, I can't go to the real world. No, that was flawed logic. It was no fault of theirs she was stuck in some stupid computer game, nor that she couldn't go with them, make true friends...go to school...hang out in the internet café...be part of something real... Real. I can never be real. Kia cried herelf to sleep on the little boat as it drifted through the beautiful canals of an imaginary world.

3:42, Dawn cycle, Viktor's room Viktor's decision was so abrupt it startled even him. Sheathing his ancient blade and hiding it under the folds of his still-drying coat, he marched out the doors of his room. Of course, everyone concerned was utterly dumbfounded as to what he was doing. One little ten-year-old girl who had been born into his servitude tugged at his long trenchcoat, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Master, where are you going on such short notice?" she asked, half frightened be the unusually serious expression on his face. He looked down at the girl, gazing into her big maroon eyes that she had inherited from her mother, whom he'd entranced some four years previous. Then he snapped from his own trance, and that serious look took over his expression again. "I'm taking a walk, Linda," he said in a cool, icy voice, "Be a dear for me and inform the others that I'll be back before sunrise." And without another word, he half-ran out the door. "Viktor!" a female voice shouted from the doorway. Viktor whipped around, his white-blue eyes glowing eerily in the darkness. "You never answered my question! And what was that sword all about?!" "Never you mind!" Viktor shouted, more severely than he intended, "I just...I need some time alone...to think." Viktor turned around. He was sick and tired. Tired of all the vampires he had to live with. Tired of the war, tired of the constant fear of swift death from behind on the wings of an angel. His true intentions on this walk were to get away from all the vamire activity. He so yearned to simply mingle, with the humans, perhaps even the angels someday, no violence, no vile blood feud. But above all else right now, he wanted above all else to get away from his own kind. Of course, should he be identified as a vampire while he was out, he was prepared. That's what Redmoon was there for. In fact, since the road was again, completely deserted, he rather stuck out. So did the angel that walked toward him, wings outstretched like some sort of heavenly bird. So Viktor had already been spotted. That didn't take very long, Viktor thought, casting a half-amused glance towards the top of the buildings on the street. It was in vain, he knew, to try to find the ones that had seen him, for angels can be tricky little blighters when they don't want to be seen, but nonetheless he looked, just to make him seem weaker. Like the saying goes, he thought devilishly, show your weakness to hide your strength. "What are you doing here, vampire?!" the angel shouted, withdrawing a weapon that looked suspiciously like a human handgun. Viktor eyed the guns uneasily, but still managed to keep his cheery expression and voice. "I think the question, my boy, is what are you doing here? I happen to be on a little nightly walk, thank you very much." The angel growled, taking aim with the device. "Drop the humor, wiseguy," he warned, "Or I'll throw you a couple rounds." Viktor laughed menacingly. "No fair!" he complained in a mocking voice, "You were gonna do that anyways!" The youthful angel shouted this insult down and pulled the trigger. With an obnoxious bang, a wicked fast metal slug tore through the air, very nicely aimed at Viktor's face. With a sneer, Viktor drew out Redmoon and sliced the bullet in half. In the blink of an eye, all this happened. Then, after a few seconds, the still air reacted to the force of Viktor's swing, and whipped about, creating a deadly windhash flying towards the angel, who nimbly dodged the invisible gust, although the lashing wind nicked the end of his wing, sending feathers scattering here and there. Barely registering the blow, he fired once, twice, three times more, at the dark figure now dsahing towards him. Viktor wrapped his body in a protective spell as he ran, and the black magic swept over his skin like a jet-black liquid. The bullets bounced harmlessly off the casing. Twenty feet, ten feet, five! The spell vanished as Viktor jumped to the air, ready to cleave the angels head from his shoulders. The arm with the gun jerked up at the last second and fired, sending another shot screaming at Viktor, who struck it with his blade mid leap with a force that seemd to liquify the slug, sending it splashing across his face. Distracted, he had unintentionally jumped supernaturally high, and landed about ten feet behind the angel. Before the angel could come back to bear, Viktor ran up behind him and dug Redmoon deep into his back, a full two feet of the black blade vanishing inside him. The blade didn't pierce through the other side, though, this was a part of the curse Viktor had crafted for his blade Redmoon. Somwhere inside the angel's body, the blade's tip opened, as though hollow, and began to pull the angels blood into it. This was an adaptation the living blade had provided itself, sucking its victims dry as it penetrated them. How like a vampire it had become. Laughing slightly, Viktor pulled Redmoon out of the angel, the blade sparkling clean, having even taken in the very blood that had stained it. The angel, not dead yet (this was a part of the blade's magic that Viktor had created for the purpose of entertainment only), and stared at him weakly through brilliant green eyes. Then, his veins turned black, creeping up from the wound, stretching to the farthest extremities of the angels body, like some necrotic disease spreading through his system. The angel writhed, screaming, and turned to dust, leaving only a sapphire jewel that had once been an angel's heart. Viktor picked up the precious jewel, wondering what to do with it. Perhaps I'll give it to Irisa, he thought, half-amused, I'm sure she'd love it. A sudden, intense heat tore across his face. Remembering the liquified bullet, Viktor picked up the gun and carefully removed the magazine. He touched one of the bullets with his finger, and a slight hissing sound emitted from his finger. The bullet then melted back into water that smelled far too much like rose. Frozen holy water? Viktor wondered half-bemusedly, looks like the angels have found a new toy... Minutes later, he came through the door to the mansion. He cleared his throat for a moment before shouting in a massive, booming voice, "Everybody, to the grand hall! We've got watergun problems!" For anyone who might not know, rose petals are one of the ingredients of holy water.

12:56, Mid Day cycle, Madison Street Damnit, Viktor, Viktor thought to himself as he drained the woman under him in the middle of the street, you've done it again...Viktor had left the mansion right after the meeting had concluded, in need of a breath of fresh air. It was raining, the clouds drowned out the light of the sun, so Viktor had come out in his sleek black trenchcoat, because he didn't particularly like getting wet. Viktor was more careful after finishing this time, making sure to hide the body before leaving, and when he finished 'cleaning up', he took his handkerchief out again and wiped his mouth clean of the blood. Little did he realize that he had been watched the whole time. A mid-twenty-ish woman walked up to him. "What did you just do?" she asked in a quavering voice that Viktor realized immediately was faked. He raised an eloquent eyebrow, showing a theatrical confusion. "Why, whatever do you mean, ma'am? I was just...out on a walk, that's all." It occurred to him that this could be an angel he was talking to, in which case, he could only hope that there was only one around, because he had left all of his weaponry in his room. Don't try to fool around with me, mister! You just killed someone, didn't you?!" the woman shrieked. Viktor's playful smile vanished from his face, replaced now by a deadly smirk. "I'll give you one chance to say you don't want to know, then I'll make you find out the hard way," he growled, cracking his knuckles. when the lady didn't back away in fear, but instead held up her hands as if to fight, he knew for sure she was an angel. "You've got some guts, lady, coming here with a fight on your mind," Viktor laughed. The woman shouted at him and threw a punch. Viktor gracefully dodged the blow, letting it graze his hand as he moved. He held up his hand after moving, and the knuckles that had been grazed sizzled slightly. Yep, he thought, definitely an angel. "Now honestly, miss, is that as fast as you can move?! I'm...disappointed," Viktor laughed; he thought it was terribly fun to irritate people, egging them on into a sort of...well, bad mood. He waited for the second swing, preparing a spell. When her second attack was mere moments away from him, he activated a blink spell, blinked out, and blinked back in a couple of feet away, laughing even more. He ran into an alley, making sure the woman followed him. "So tell me, angel..." Viktor practically sang, "You here because you think I'm just some average Joe vampire? Because you think you can beat me?" Quick as lightning, the woman slugged him across the face. His cheeck turned a little red from the burn, and his lip started bleeding, but it only helped fuel Viktor's bloodlust. In the blink of an eye, Viktor brought his head back to bear, swung upwards, and was now holding up the angel by her neck, with one hand, about three feet off the ground. His hand itched from the burning this touch caused, but he ground his teeth and strengthened his hold. "I'll have you know, creature..." Viktor growled evilly; his own blood did not taste as sweet as that of others, "I'm Count Silvermoon." A whole flock of angels flew down on their wings, perhaps forty all in count, shouting Aravor, which, Viktor supposed, was this angel's name, this one that had dared lay a hand on him. This...this is a bit too much for me, Viktor thought to himself. "I'm sorry if you were expecting a party," Viktor shouted to the massive crowd of angels now circled around him, "but sadly, I must be off!" And with that, Viktor cast a teleport spell he had set up a few minutes ago, and seconds later popped into his room, back in the mansion. So, I was correct...the angels must be here in large scale, if so many were there to attack me. Viktor walked over to an old, dusty chest, found the key in his pocket, and unlocked it. As he opened the chest, a great deal of dust billowed up, and it took a few moments to settle, but when it cleared, he reached into his chest. This chest was very closely guarded by Viktor. This was why it was so dusty: he wouldn't even allow the possessed butlers and maids to dust it off. The chest had inside it all of his personal belongings from the old war of so many years ago. Viktor reached into the chest (a very large chest, about 4x5x3 feet) and pulled out a long sheath. Standing up in front of a mirror, he unsheathed the blade Redmoon, a three-and-a-half-foot long katana that he had crafted and infused with the essence of vampires for the war. With the essence of vampires in it, it spread death to any holy being it touched, and cast no reflection. To the viewing eye, however, it looked simply like a night-black blade tinted red from the blood it had spilled all those years ago. Viktor held it up, making sure the magic was still suffused in the cold steel. Sure enough, Redmoon didn't show in the mirror, still powerful with vampiric energy. Viktor smiled. "Ah, Redmoon...it's been a while..." he whispered, almost as if speaking to the blade, "...Soon, I believe you'll taste angel's blood once again." Suddenly, a knock came from the doorway. Viktor snapped Redmoon back in its sheath and carefully slid it under his bed. "Come in!" he called. "Oh, master Viktor! For a while, we thought you'd run off again. Where have you been?" asked a young girl dressed in maid's uniform. "Oh, I've been in the library...reading one of my favorite novels. I'm sorry to have frightened you." "Why are you wearing a trenchcoat, master Viktor?" piped the girl, questioningly. "Oh, that? Well, I...I...erm...would you be a dear and go check on Daktor and the others? I would hate for any of our guests to get lost in here..." Viktor stammered, trying to avoid the subject. The girl nodded graciously. "As you wish, master Viktor."

My favorite character would probably have to be Sakaki...I like her personality, and I feel sorry for her, for always getting bitten in the hand by evil cute cats. My favorite slide, though, was in vol. 1, 'the Swimming Pool', where [spoiler]Tomo and Chiyo-chan jump into the pool, Chiyo-chan is almost all the way under the water, then starts waving her hands around (drowning...?), all while Tomo just sort of holds what I think I'll call a 'woo-hoo' pose[/spoiler]. (sorry, I felt I had to put spoiler tags on that, just so as not to spoil the fun)

11:18, Mid Day cycle, Viktor's room "Are the rumors true my Lord? Have the angels returned?" Irisa asked. Viktor smiled grimly, holding his palm up to see again the burn. "Indeed." Viktor said simply, smirking ironically. "I know this for a fact, because I've been marked by a feather, it would appear..." He showed Irisa his palm, the one that had an imprint of a feather burned onto it. Irisa gasped. "But...but, Viktor...how...?" "You forget, Irisa, I am much, much older than I appear. My resistance to the angels' touch has only ripened with my age. Of course, some disinfectant didn't hurt to stop the burn from infecting..." Viktor laughed, one-hundred-percent sincere on the disinfectant part; humans, however and comparably weak they were, were quite ahead in medical sciences, and Viktor occasionally purchased certain products, just to test their usefulness. Thankfully, the disinfectant had proved quite effective against the burn. "And now, to business," he stated, resting his head in his hands, leaning forward in a businesslike manner. "I've called for a meeting here, in the grand hall, to discuss this angel matter. Half an hour. Everyone will be there." "Everyone?" Irisa asked curiously. "Everyone." Viktor nodded. After a moment, he looked up at Irisa, and added, "And that includes Daktor." "Daktor?!" Irisa gasped, "You summoned Daktor? Here?! Good lord, Viktor! How do I look?" Irisa knew, just as well as any vampire should, that even though Viktor was one of the most powerful vampires in the world, Daktor was the single most powerful (and, for that matter, most well-respected) vampire in all the world, and always expected everything to be perfect. Everything. Viktor waved her off. "Don't worry yourself so much, Irisa. You look spectacular, as always. I'm sure today's meeting wil go just fine. Now if you'll be so kind as to excuse me, milady, I really must be getting ready myself." Irisa bowed, and headed towards the door. "Of course, Viktor." with that, she closed the large door, leaving Viktor once again on his own in the room. 11:50, Mid Day cycle, Grand Hall "You did WHAT?!" Daktor shouted, merely three feet away from Viktor. "If I may speak, Daktor, she ran from me. The code says that any human who sees us must-" "The code says that we are not to attack humans in the open under any circumstance!" Daktor exploded, cutting Viktor off. He walked lightly towards the elegant round coffee table standing in the center of the ring of overlarge, oversoft chairs in which the counsil was taking place, and lightly swept up a small pile of papers off of it. As Daktor walked back up to Viktor, he announced, "This is a human newspaper, printed and published this very morning." When he finally reached Viktor, he held it up in front of him. Viktor's eyes darted back and forth across the paper, widening as he read the article. He gulped, a sound just barely audible to the audience, but audible nonetheless. Daktor growled dangerously. "Read the headline!" he urged. Viktor nodded weakly, and cleared his throat. "Young girl found...dead on sidewalk, cause...unknown..." he trailed off. Daktor sneered. "Once again, Viktor, your affection for humans has gotten you into nothing but trouble." Irisa bolted up from her seat, but Viktor motioned her to sit down. The counsil turned to each other, muttering in whispers what they thought of the matter. "Silence!" Viktor shouted, "This is not what I called this meeting for!" The buzz of whispers in the hall ceased immediately. Daktor raised an eyebrow, questioningly. "Why, then, have you brought us all here?" he asked calmly. In response, Viktor held up his scarred hand. "This is why, Daktor. Do you know what this is?" he asked with a smirk. Daktor's eyes widened. "An...an angel feather? You were hit by an angel feather?" "Yes, Daktor, and do you know what that means?" Viktor asked, waiting a moment to pick up dramatic effect, "That means the angels are back!" The counsil was buzzing with noise again, not bothering to whisper this time. Daktor looked pitiously around for some excuse. "Surely, you must be joking, Viktor. Aside from this scar, which could easily be artificial, where is your proof?" At that moment, the door flew open, and a young girl Viktor immediately recognized dashed up to him. Daktor looked down at her distastefully. "Another 'pet' of yours, Viktor?" he asked, raising an eyebrow again. "This, Daktor, is a young human by the name of Amaris Ward. She is my most faithful servant, of her free will. I would trust her with my life," Viktor replied, looking down at Amaris affectionately. "So, Amaris? What news do you have that you must interrupt a counsil for? I'm rather busy at the moment..." Amaris got up on her toes and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened, the grin on his face spreading slightly. "Well, Amaris, why don't you tell the counsil what has happened? Daktor, here is your proof." Amaris cleared her throat, and began to speak. "This morning, I was at the site of the girl's death. I heard something coming, so I hid. Shortly, a winged person came along...an angel, I guess, and pulled the girl's soul from her body. I thought...I thought maybe master Viktor would want to hear about this, so I came as quickly as I could." Viktor and Daktor both stared down at the seventeen year old girl, Daktor with a glaring hate, and Viktor with a cascade of affection. Then, Viktor turned to Daktor. "Is that enough for you, Daktor? As I've already mentioned, I would trust this young girl here with my life. I suggest we all do the same." Viktor turned slowly, taking in the ring of chairs, all of the members of the counsil. "It is obvious, then, that the angels have returned to destroy our noble culture. This is why I've summoned you all here. You all are here to decide: What are we going to do about them?" Viktor turned and knelt down next to Amaris, and whispered in her ear. "I know what it is that you want, Amaris..." her eyes widened as she heard him speak. "...and if you keep up your loyalty like this, I'll see to it myself that you get it." "You mean...?" Amaris gasped. "Yes, Amaris. Keep up the good work, and I myself will make you...an immortal." And with that, Viktor stood back up, waiting for some kind of response from the counsil.

I just got one problem with this 'end' of the world prediction' of yours. First off, if we're talking an 'end' of [I]biblical[/I] proportions, humanity, dumb, stupid, insignificant race that we are, won't even have the luxury of running around screaming our heads off about it. I highly doubt that humanity would be aware of the world's end until, oh, maybe five seconds [I]after[/I] it happened. You can argue with me all you want on this point, but I'll just say this: I highly doubt one day all of a sudden some deity is gonna flip on some kind of 'intercom' and say 'attention humanity, you suck and you're all gonna die in a few seconds' or something to that effect, so I just can't see humanity being [I]aware[/I] of the apocalypse at all. That being said, if the end of the world isn't brought about by some biblical calamity, we're probably going to blow ourselves up with some kind of hyper-bomb, and nobody's gonna be running around screaming because we're all gonna be too busy hating each other for some petty, meaningless reason, or not even knowing about it anyways, owing to the fact that I don't believe our government (or any, for that matter) would disclose information on this massive 'nuclear' war until the first city was hit, at which time nobody would be left there [I]to[/I] run around screaming and yelling. Myself, I plan to be dead by the time this happens, though if I'm still alive at the time of the apocolypse, I'll more than less likely be right here, at my computer, at OB, not even expecting it when it happens. Come to think about it, I'll probably be a lot happier afterwards... Moral is: Don't bother trying to 'repent', because in the end, you'll die, go to whatever 'afterlife' you have destined for you (if there is an afterlife), and that'll all happen so fast and unexpectedly, you won't have time to even [I]think[/I] about reducing yourself to any more of a lower-life-form than you already are (i.e. said screaming and running). We deserve to die, and I'll be waiting for you all at the gate to the afterlife, so I can point, laugh, and throw pikachu plushies at you.

12:14, Full moon cycle A youthful girl, late in her nineteenth year, perhaps, walked slowly down the sidewalk. A pale figure hid in the shadows, waiting for her. Just at the exact moment that he decided would produce the effect he wanted, he stepped out of the shadows nonchalantly. Mystery, fear, and curiosity, all, were the emotions he was looking for in the girl, and he was rewarded by the expression on her face that told him he had achieved that precise feeling of presence. His black suit seemed to shimmer slightly in the glorious moonlight as he approached her. She recoiled for a moment at this mysterious figure, seemingly no later on in years than his early-twenties, this charismatic face, pale in the moonlight. Yet she was inexorably drawn to him, as if by an unseen force of human emotion. He grinned lightly as he approached her, his gaze piercing her like the burning rays of a million suns. "Do not be alarmed," he said in a deep, echoing voice that seemed like the voice of a golden angel. "I do not wish to harm you." He held out his hand, lifting the girl's head up to look into her green eyes. She looked up into the eyes of a dreamed man and blushed, overtaken by emotions. The man laughed lightly, exposing his teeth, and the girl lept out of his hands. She pointed an accusing finger at him. "You...you're a vampire!" she squealed, horrified. He merely gazed at her and nodded sorrowfully. The girl was off at a moment's notice, dashing blindly through the night to escape the creature that had come so very close to making her his. As she looked back, she saw him, just standing there, waiting...waiting for something... He looked down sternly, furious with himself. Humans are quite irrational around the likes of me, he thought. He stepped back, melting into the shadows. With the aid of some black magic, he moved by way of shadows, becoming a mere shadow, covering ground faster than the most agile mare. In mere seconds, he had caught up with her. The girl looked back again, only to find that the creature was no longer there on the sidewalk. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a faint, ghostly wind over took her, and she ran straight into the monster, who had magically appeared in front of her. She was knocked onto her back from the impact of hitting him. "I meant it, you know...what I said about not wishing to harm you...But instead you ran. Now, I'm afraid I shall have to relieve you of your mortality." He came down of her gently, yet firmly, and held her head back. "I promise you, I shall make this as painless as possible." And his fangs slowly penetrated her warm flesh. There was no pain, as she would have expected, but it felt more like...more like a fading feeling. Over the course of a few minutes during which she was restrained there, she simply felt as though she was slipping away, slipping...into the afterlife. At last, he was finished. He rose slowly, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief from his left pocket. He looked down regretfully at the girl, drained now of her essence. Pity, he thought to himself. She would've made the loveliest little vampire... A bright, impossibly white feather blew by. Curious, he reached for it. He grasped the feather lightly in his slender hands. The feather smouldered, the fluffy edges blackening. He cursed loudly as he cast away the feather. He glared down at his hand, where was now imprinted, in his lightly burned skin, the image of a feather. "That was no mere feather..." he whispered, awstruck, "That was a feather shed from an angel...could it be?" The same night, 4:27 "So it's true then," Count Viktor Silvermoon muttered to nobody in particular, sitting down on his overlarge bed, examining the feather imprint on his palm. "The Angels have returned...I shall have to inform the others immediately. The bloodline will combat this new threat!" Well, it's finally started! Post away, and just a reminder here that this story takes place in the year [B]2005[/B], so try to take a more modern approach to things (unless your character has been around a while...you know who you are)

Since nobody else has posted a human, I'm going to post my own real quick like I said I would, so I can get this story going today as planned. So, here's my (other) sign-up: [B]Name:[/B] Erika Mina [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Bio:[/B]Erika goes to Merron High School, and is perfectly contented with her life. There is nothing unusual about her, she's just a normal, perfect A-B student with no cares in life. She acts childish frequently, and can get very vocal about what she wants. All in all, a typical high-schooler. At home, though, things are a bit different. Her mother passed away, and her father is highly abusive. Erika has been beat so many times by her father that she lost count quite some time ago. So, she spends the majority of her time in her room playing on her computer, drawing, or cutting. Sign ups are officially closed now, and the Adventure should be started by the time anyone else get to the OB, so be on the lookout!

[QUOTE=Kiba_the_Chosen]Maybe if you made me one of a different sort. I would like that. I guess pming you is what I have to do. [/QUOTE] Actually, you'd put something like that in the request forum. (sorry if that offended any mods) Also, I wouldn't be able to get it [I]done[/I] for at least a week or so, because I'm not going to be at my good computer for a while (I'm at mom's this weekend)

Ah, yes...pwned. I never got it either, whether it was some kind of leet (internet language typically associated with 'newbies' Example: lol, rofl, u, gtg, etc...and the replacement of letters with numbers, like 3 for E, 7 for 7, 1 for I, stuff like that ), or if it was just a VERY common typo for the term 'owned', but that's basically what it means, 'owned'. Like right after you lose a game online in the area of 'completely annihalated', your newbie friend messages you saying 'Dud3, u jst got PWNED by tha7 guy!!!1!11!'. That is the idea of 'pwned'. (I used this term because that's pretty much what happened to Isaac, Mia, Garet, and Ivan; they got 'pwned') As for the fourteen hours, yes, it was mostly for the banner. (some of the time went into finding the sprites, which, I agree, are really great quality for a GBA game...) If you like it so much, I could [I]try[/I] to make a similar one for you, just PM me about it. I can probably have it up within the next, like, week or so.

Kia hesitated a moment before entering the corrupted doorway, letting her body slip through the group of the others dashing through to fight Gorre. As the last member of the team dashed through, Kia was alone at last. "So quiet..." she murmured to herself, reflecting the eerie buzzing static of the corrupted field, taking in the soft, purple glow of the 'fire' that shrouded the doorway. It is always wise to know your strategy before entering a battle with so strong an adversary, she thought to herself, this eliminates the possibility of confusion when the battle actually begins. What do you know about Gorre? she asked herself. To tell the truth, she couldn't really remember much about Gorre, aside from the fact that it-slash-they was excessively ugly. Gorre hadn't had much in the Epitaph, either. Gorre schemes when swallowed by the wave...that was all she could remember. This thought struck her with the force of a Tetra Armor's spikeball. She was beginning to forget the epitaph! For god only knows how many years, the epitaph had been her life, her reason for existance, and now, verse by verse...it was slipping away. What if she forgot the epitaph entirely? What would become of her role in the group? She had always been the one to ask for, for her intimate knowledge of the Phases. If I forget...will the group want me anymore? "Riding the Wave...Skeith, death's shadow..." she recited out loud, frantically trying to remember the lines. "Innis, decieved all, did aid the Wave...Magus...Magus, bringing about a new Wave...Fidchell, the prophet...Gorre schemes...Tarvos remains to punish...Corbenic...arrives from deep within the Void. Skeith, Innis, Magus, Fidchell, Gorre, Tarvos, Corbenic." Seven. Seven count, and there were eight Phases. Kia shouted in frustration, slamming a balled up hand against the dungeon wall. Who am I missing? she asked herself, knowing already that her answer would be blank. Her mind raced. What would the others say? If she didn't know the Epitaph anymore, would the group want to include her? Without them, who would look after her? She didn't want to go back to the miserable, pointless life she had led before joining with Kayla, Sakura, and the others. People would laugh at her, tease her, abuse her, and even try to kill her, seeing it all as some joke before the others had come. They were like her older siblings; they always protected her from danger, and made sure she was never moved against by anyone in 'the World'. If they left her, would she have to live like that again? "No," she told herself firmly. "They'll keep me. I'll find a way..." Her spirits utterly failed to improve, however. What reason did they have? She was already considered by some of them to be dangerous, owing to the fact that she had PKed one of them (i.e. mistral, and not including the attempt on Kayla). Lacking any sort of 'strategy' that she had stayed behind to coordinate in the first place, Kia stepped toward the glowing flames in the doorway. When she emerged on the other side, the others were already fighting with Gorre, working in tandem like a single entity. The team that knows their own individual strengths and weaknesses is almost unbeatable, but the team that works together to eliminate their weaknesses in unstoppable. Sakura had arrived before the others after all, just like Kia had figured when she was her running up ahead of the group. Kia wasn't surprised, although, she realized regrettably, she was somewhat disappointed that Sakura was still alive. For some reason she couldn't quite comprehend, Kia hated Sakura. Probably for getting so in her face about trying to kill Kayla. She was justified there, though, Kia reminded herself. All the thinking was beginning to hurt her head, so she jumped into the fray, slashing at Gorre mindlessly to ease the stress. "So, you decided to join us after all?" Sora asked from right next to her, also beating away at Gorre with his blades. Kia rolled her eyes. "You don't get it, do you?!" she growled, "Our lives are on the line in this fight. We can't waste time talking, or distracting-aaahhh!" she interrupted herself as she felt herself being lifted off of the ground by some unseen force. Gorre turned one of it's heads to her, and a ring of light appeared in front of it. Oh, no...data drain! She tried to move, but her body was locked in place. Then, a brilliant flash of light, and Kia was sent flying back, and landed with a dull thud on her side. Every cell in her body felt like it was on fire, like she was burning alive, from the inside out. Through her blurred vision, she saw another Gorre-the other Gorre-approach her. She weakly curled up into a sort of 'ball' position, more reflexively that defensively. She felt herself being lifted off the cold stone again, her hand dragging up off of the corrupted field, and another ring of light appeared in front of her. "Kayla..." she whispered, "Kite...Sakura...Coal...Sora...Someone..." OOC: I, as well, chose character development over action here. I also had to take my traditional beating from a Phase (sorry).

Well, you can't blame me for tryin'... I got really bored on Saturday and began a huge project that's been keeping me up for about fourteen hours now. Well, in any case, I made a little animation of Saturos and Menardi beating the crap out of the Golden Sun gang. All of a sudden, I realized that it was the correct width/height to make a banner out of! So, before I do, as always, I will ask everyone to give comments/criticism on my work. (just don't be like that Simon guy from American Idol >.

Erm...'sniper holy'? Dude, Kiba, you juuust might wanna cut down on the Final Fantasy. Unlike FF, magic kinda just...is, here. No fancy, pseudo-cool souding names, no crazy stuff, just white magic and black magic (which, again, will have no relation to the white and black magics of Final Fantasy). Aside from that, you're fine. Okay, so so far we've got: Vampires: 3 (demonchild781, Wave_of_Death, Apherion)-[COLOR=DarkRed]closed[/COLOR] Angels: 4 (Dragons_Bait15, Blayze, Kiba_the_Chosen, cheese master)-[COLOR=DarkRed]closed[/COLOR] Humans: 2 (Dragons_Bait15, Sonata)-[COLOR=DarkGreen]open[/COLOR] Oh, and Dante, you're still presumed 'in' the story, I just didn't put your name in because your bio isn't done. Get it posted, and I'll put you on the list. And to all the rest of you out there, there is still [COLOR=DarkRed]one space left[/COLOR] for humans. This is a vital role in this RPG! So...erm...if anyone else is interested, please sign up! If nobody else signs up after about four days, I'll make like Dragon_Bait15 and create a second character. Either way, the story's starting in [COLOR=Blue]five days[/COLOR]. See you all there!