Ezekiel

[COLOR=#f8223d][SIZE=1]Man, I'm so going to do this for you. I adore Naruto, so I'll have lots of fun with these. Expect them later on today ^_^ [U][B]Edit:[/B][/U] Okay...I warn you before you get to Naruto...I think I have actually partially [I]blinded[/I] myself. I'm pretty sure when you said bright colours, you didn't mean that bright, but damn...I adore that banner. *wants it for myself* >_< I think I like Naruto a little more now, just because he works so well with yellow and orange. Anyway, I hope these are okay, I haven't had that much fun making a banner for someone in a long time. [B][U]Sasuke-[/U][/B] [B]Banner[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/reiku_sasuban.png[/IMG] [B]Avatar 1[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/reiku_sasuavi1.png[/IMG] [B]Avatar 2[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/reiku_sasuavi2.png[/IMG] [U][B]Naruto-[/B][/U] [B]Banner[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/reiku_naruban.png[/IMG] [B]Avatar 1[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/reiku_naruavi2.png[/IMG] [B]Avatar 2[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/reiku_naruavi1.png[/IMG] [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#f8322d][SIZE=1][QUOTE=Revelation][/size] [size=1][color=#B2566B]Sounds a lot like 'Zeke, alright. I can just imagine her grasping that crowbar and slamming it down, trying to release some tension.[/size][/color][/QUOTE] Ahaha, what makes you say that >_> *cough* Now, if you'll excuse me, I must rant: Oh My God, I [I]knew[/I] I was right! You're a bastard for not telling me! *throttlethrottle* And I'm right about the other stuff, too, I just know it. [B]/end rant[/B] That was very good, love, you got me spot on (I'd be worried if you didn't) and I really can't wait for the character development chapters to come. I'm sure people aren't going to eat you if you get them a little out of character.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#f8322d][SIZE=1]I've been having so much fun making new banners, so I'll reply to this again: [B]Revelation[/B]- I've always thought that banner was gorgeous, the picture is especially fitting for the colour scheme. The line 'Dreams Come True' I like especially, because it's from one of my favourite songs. (Which I had in three different languages at one point >>). You may not have the line from that song, however, as it's a pretty popular quote anyway, but I like it none the less. The avatar is nice, but I'm sad it doesn't fit with your banner. The colours kind of clash, but that can't be helped. Overall, I give a 8/10. ^_^[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]I have so many favourite songs and ones that I feel 'represent' me somehow, because I choose my favourite bands on the pure fact that they write lyrics I can relate to. One, however, I always feel would be 'my song' is probably 'I'm a Fake' by The Used. I'm not really sure why, I just always feel like it's me when I listen to it. [U][B]I'm a Fake[/B][/U] [I](Spoken)[/I] Small, simple, safe price Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals And I am not afraid to die I'm not afraid to bleed, and ****, and fight. I want the pain of payment What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted ****s Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand ****s? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart Love is not like anything [I]Especially a ******* knife![/I] Look at me, you can tell By the way I move and do my hair Do you think that it's me or it's not me? I don't even care I'm alive I don't smell I'm the cleanest I have ever been. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry) [I][Chorus:][/I] Just look at me, look at me now I'm a fake [x4] Just look at me, look at me now I'm a fake [x4] Do I drink? Do I date? I've got perfect placement all my ink Satisfied, in your eyes I'm the biggest fan I've got right now I made sure, that I look how I wanted to look The people around me, the people surround me I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry) [I][Chorus][/I] My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace The last thing I see is feeling And I'm telling you I'm a fake [x4] And I'm telling you I'm... [I][Chorus][/I] If you haven't heard the song, or some of the Used's heavier music, then some of the lyrics will seem a little less important. It's so much better actually listening to it. I was going to say "Dear Jamie (Sincerely Me)" was a song I relate to, but that would be cheating, because the only thing I have in common with it is my name. =P[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Babe, you are way too obsessed with Panic! At the Disco. >_> [B]1. Pick a Band or Artist:[/B] [I][B]The Used[/B][/I] [B]2. Are you male or female[/B]: Hard to Say [B]3. Describe yourself:[/B] Sound Effects and Over Dramatics [B]4. How do some people feel about you[/B]: Take it Away [B]5. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend:[/B] Yesteray's Feelings [B]6. Describe your current boyfriend/girlfriend:[/B] All That I've Got [B]7. Describe where you want to be:[/B] Lunacy Fringe [B]8. Describe how you love:[/B] Choke Me (o__o) [B]9. What would you ask if you had just one wish:[/B] Let it Bleed [B]10. Share a few words of wisdom:[/B] Greener With the Scenery (Okay, that makes NO sense, but it's the best I could do) [B]11. Now say goodbye:[/B] I Caught Fire Haha, yeah. They're a hard band to work with, damnit.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Despite my complaining on MSN, I am still enjoying this. The only thing I'd say I'm a little miffed about is that we're seeing so much of the killers, but zero character interraction when it comes to our heroes. I honestly think you should move away from the killers for at least one chapter to focuss on member relationships so we have more idea of the characters we're reading about. Other than that, I have no complaints as you know I've always adored your near flawless writing style. ...Still think my guesses are right, though ¬_¬[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1][quote name='Retribution][size=1']And by the way -- I saw Sharingan eye contacts, but they didn't rotate. Still, very awesome.[/size][/quote] I asked my mum if I could by some, but she wouldn't let me :( I haven't got my ears pierced yet, but to make up for the 16 unpierced years, I'm getting three piercings in each done by the end of the summer, hopefully. I was considering getting my eyebrow pierced, but after seeing quite a few girls with it done, it doesn't appeal to me any more. Still want to get a tongue stud, one day. As for contacts, I may end up needing them one day, and if I do, I'm going to go for ones that enhance the green of my eyes. I knew a woman once who had green eyes, but her contacts made them seem bright and almost cat like. It was awesome. (There's also a guy in my year who's got blue eyes, but wears one green contact lense. Again, it's awesome)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Well, your set is complete. ^_^ I put text on one, but also left it off in case you didn't like what the quote said or something. Enjoy! [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/hellsing_avi.png[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/hellsing_ban2.png[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/hellsing_ban.png[/IMG] [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Figured it was the time (the third time?) for another art thread, seeing as my CG has been improving...at least, I think it has >_> I'm on devART [[URL=http://imi-kagami.deviantart.com/]http://imi-kagami.deviantart.com/[/URL]] in case anyone is interested, but I don't get any good solid critique there other than from people who are my friends anyway. 'Twould be nice to get some people who I don't know to give me opinions. Anyway, if a picture is too big (which most are) then I'll just link you to it, instead. [CENTER][CENTER][B]Imric Kagushi>>>[/B] [IMG]http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/040/2/2/Imric__New_Model_by_Imi_Kagami.jpg[/IMG] [/CENTER] Imric is a character I've had for over two years, and I luff him. I hadn't drawn him for ages, and thought he'd suit modelling for this T-Shirt design. (Little Doom, also owned by moi). I rushed the pants a little, I seem to remember, and saved as an accursed JPEG. >_< Silly things, making my picture look pixelated.[/CENTER] [CENTER][URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/28926961/][B]Pirate Alex. Yar!>>>[/B][/URL] This is my friend, Alex, as a pirate. Obviously. Just a character design, but I tried out a different way of CGing hair for this one. Turned out pretty well.[/CENTER] [CENTER][URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/29111692/][B]From Imi, with Love>>>[/B][/URL] This was the gift I did for KKC after she got my 1000th hit. I don't draw animals, ever, so I'm pretty proud of that dog. x_x I know I got the angle of Kakashi's legs wrong in comparison to how his torso is twisted, but I couldn't figure out how to fix it, so left it as is. I'm pretty sure that's the best background I've ever done before, too.[/CENTER] That's all I'll post for now, but I've been sketching more so I imagine there'll be some less colourful things coming your way, heh. C+C is much appreciated.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Seeing as I'm trying to get into the Art Studio more, and because every artist deserves critique, I'll reply to this again. I'm not going to comment on all the pictures, if you don't mind, because a couple of them are pretty good and only practice could improve them. However, there's something I need to point out about the [B]high school couple[/B]. Creases in clothes, as I'm sure you know, make all the difference in making a picture look more professional and realistic. The way you've done wrinkles and folds at least shows you know what you should be doing; you just need to know where to put the actual wrinkles. I tried to find one of my pencil sketches as an example, but couldn't, so I?ll try to explain. Wrinkles fall the way they do because of gravity and the type of cloth you're trying to portray. They would fall in long lines from the shoulder; for example, because that's the direction the T-Shirt would fall. In school jumpers, like you've drawn, there wouldn't be many creases on the torso because of the material, but around the wrists and elbows, there would be creases. With pants, as they fall straight, there aren't any creases on the main part of the leg, but lots of folds once the pants hit shoes. I hope that's clear and gives you an idea of what I'm getting at. x_x There's also a little thing about Haru, and that's that his crotch is too high. I used to have that problem, until my mum pointed out that guys needed more, er...room. >_> Apart from that, very good once again. *clap* If you don't want me to go into so much boring detail, just let me know, I think I feel I should point things out to manga artists because no one ever told me what I was doing wrong. I know I can get carried away, so...yeah. Sorry. x___x[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Raphael [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Side:[/B] Fallen (Sauntered Vaguely Downwards? Haha.) [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=21&pos=36][I]Raphael[/I][/URL] Raphael's casual clothes consist of a long dark red dress with black trim the compliments her figure nicely without revealing anything. She wears thick black boots that lace up to her knees, and fishnet stockings. When on stage, Raphael wears whatever 'flattering' outfit Belial has chosen for her. [B]Fighting Style:[/B] Raphael is a woman with a temper and a short attention span and, as such, has never truly mastered any refined form of fighting, nor does she know how to handle any fancy weapons. Her fiery temper and quick fist, however, come naturally and are more than enough in a tight situation. When pushed, she can grab a simple pole or broom and wield it with such deadly accuracy; even the best have trouble dodging it. Most of the Fallen wonder how she even got into Heaven in the first place. [B]Personality:[/B] Raphael, despite her rather 'social' occupation, is someone who prefers to keep to herself. Belial is the only one she opens up to, mostly because she considers him her saviour. He was the one who showed her the wonders of Sin, and she has never once looked back. She has a tendency to snap if someone tries to pry or asks too many private questions. When in a large group of people, she prefers to sit back and listen; chipping in only when she feels it is appropriate. Her eyes are always flickering to people's faces and show a great wealth of intelligence. She the kind of woman who won't waste her time with someone who she considers below her, and touching is most certainly not allowed. [B]Writing Sample:[/B] Raphael stepped through black curtain into the large changing room backstage; sweat still glistening on her pale skin. It was hot out there tonight, and a few of her girls were already suffering. That's what they were, the other angels and demons, her girls. She looked after them, trying to console them if they thought they'd made the wrong choice. She was not an open person, but she could never ignore a sobbing girl who knew she could never turn back now. There was still some angel left in Raphael, after all, and Belial (despite his best intensions) could never turn her heart into that of a demons. Flicking some red hair from her face, Raphael crossed to a chair and slumped down. She was done for the night, now, and had no intension what so ever of going out there again. [B]"Girls," [/B] she muttered, rolling her head to ease the tension in her neck, [B]"I want you to take it slow out there, it's too hot for dancing tonight."[/B] [B]"But surely, my angel, the heat will make it better."[/B] the hot breath against her hair came so suddenly, Raphael was almost surprised. Almost. [B]"Perhaps the heat is good for you, demon, you're used to hell."[/B] [B]"Touché." [/B] Belial chuckled, leaning against the wall to look at Raphael as she swept her hair up into a bun, exposing her hot neck. [B]"You shouldn?t be making them do this tonight, just serve drinks and play some loud music."[/B] Belial shrugged and reached out to run his thumb along Raphael's bottom lip, smudging her dark lipstick down her chin. [B]"It's business, Raphael, I need to give the customers what they want."[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]I'd like to help out, but do you have any specifics like text/colours/particular picture? I've got plenty of Alucard, but if you want a banner of Seras or Integra, then you'll have to be a little more exact on what you want it to be like.

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Well, why the hell not. I've got a new set, anyway. [B]Spency-Wency:[/B] I can really see that your skill with making banners is improving, because I think this one is lovely. I can't see any flaws with the picture (Is that....Renji?) and how you blended it with the background at all. The only thing that bothers me is the text, and it's something I've noticed a lot in most of your banners. I love that style of text and I use it on my own larger scale graphics, but I think it would look so much better if you could make the edges smother, by switching on your anti-alias or something. [B]Edit:[/B] Oops, forgot rating. Stupid me. 9.5555555/10 ^_~ As for the avatar, dearest Lei works her magic once again. Damn, I wish that girl would give me some of her skills. u_u *will be killed because of the Spency-Wency, but it was worth it*[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1]That lineart is pretty good, but there are a couple of things I'd like to suggest (Don't think I'm pulling you down or anything, consider this one artist to another) [U][B]The shading-[/B][/U] It's the hair that draws my eye, mainly, in the way that you have extremely uneven strokes, which overlap and leave some areas darker than others. This leaves the picture looking unprofessional an even rushed, despite the fact you may have spent quite a while doing it. I suggest you make longer strokes that reach point to point and, if you can, use bendable pencils rather than just a sketch pencil. Even better would be a marker pen or Copic Marker. The same applies to the shirt for shading; the strokes just look too rushed. I think, given you only done this with one pencil, you should have left the shirt without any colour. (I know Sasuke?s shirt is dark, but?eh) Apart from that, I'm impressed. I let my art thread die, but I think it's time to bring it back now that they're the fashion, heh. (Kudos on the hand, by the way.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]In response to Gavin: Pigs can have orgasms up to two hours long! I got that one from Xion. >_> -In the olde days (like Elizabethen times in England) it was considered fasionable to have rotten teeth, because it meant you could afford sugar which was highly expensive. -Female Bed Bugs have no reproductive organs, so when it is time for them to breed, they fill their abdomens with blood so that the male can pierce it and fertilize her eggs. Usually, the female is too large to move and ends up 'mating' with three males at the same time. Talk about a violent society, heh. And that's all I got. I refuse to find a site that tells me these things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The heavy thudding of hooves on early morning grass echoed around the hills in The North, the laugher of men heard only barely above the loud horses. An arrow whistled through the air and eventually landed in the soft earth, still damp from last night?s dew. A man who looked to be young and fresh dropped from his horses back, his dark brown boots squelching as he strode over to fetch his arrow. His friend stayed on horseback; still laughing at the conversation the pair had shared moments before. They were Dunedain Rangers, still fresh from rigorous training, and this early morning ride was a small luxury to them. The young man, his age about 48 years, young for a Dunedain, crouched down to pat the wet grass, sniffing two of his fingers and looking thoughtfully to the skyline. His black hair, reaching down to his shoulders, had stuck messily to his cheeks and forehead because of the sweat he had worked up while riding. The clothes he wore were thick and the leather padding was especially heavy. His deep green eyes, however, showed no sign of tiredness and his face, though showing hair along his jaw line and upper lip, was fresh. He smiled as he brought his fingers back down to the earth, speaking with a deliberately soft and slow voice, [B]?This grass?it is wet. It must be morning time.? [/B] He friend snorted and placed his fist to his mouth, not wanting to laugh out loud. He was about to speak, when the sound of a polite cough caused both men to turn, their faces growing pale. The one crouching on the grass quickly stood and bowed his head, visibly worried about what he may be punished with. [B]?Halbereth,?[/B] the new rider spoke, a smile in his voice, [B]?I do not always take so kindly to mockery, but I feel you portrayed me rather well. Let us hope your tracking skills are as wonderful when we begin our journey.?[/B] [B]?Aragorn, I meant no disrespect, I was merely??[/B] Aragorn shook his head and slipped from his horse, walking over to Halbereth and laying his hand on the younger man?s shoulder. [B]?You have spirit, but you must learn to respect not only your superiors, but the earth and your foe, too. I fear you are not ready to leave this place if you cannot grasp that fact.?[/B] By now, Halbereth?s friend was shifting nervously, not knowing exactly what he was supposed to do. Seeing his friend with his head bowed and his voice awed only happened around their Chief, the famed Aragorn. Halbereth suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with steely resolution, ?[B]I swear on my life and blood, Aragorn, that I am more ready than ever to ride with you wherever you may lead. Even if it were into the fires of Mordor!? [/B] Aragorn could not help but smile at this young rider?s confidence and he let his hand drop back to the hilt of sword, stepping back to show the two young men that they could continue on their way. [B]?I?ll pretend I didn?t see you this once, boys, but if I catch you again your mothers will surely hear of it.?[/B] Halbereth let a weak smile cross his lips before hauling himself back on his horse, tapping his heels once before riding off back towards the town. [B]?That was unfortunate, Halbereth, we could have been punished.? ?Yes, but we weren?t. Aragorn knows me, he knows I mean no harm.? ?He seems to think you?re too cocky??[/B] Halbereth gave his friend a searing glare before looking straight ahead and bending a little, encouraging his horse to go faster. [B]?I?ll race you home, friend, you?ll be giving me a drink once you arrive!?[/B] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]D: I'm dead. You know, this is the second fic that I've killed myself and Trevor. Wow, I'm a psycho. ^_~ The only thing I had wrong with this was the way Xion was going to cut Ezekiel's head off. Not because of the fact he wouldn't do that, but because when he was introuced you made a big thing about him wanting to spare Ezekiel and kill the others, like he still wanted her. It seemed as if you were going to make a thing out of that, but in the end, didn't. Apart from that-great stuff. Look forward to ze finale. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange][B]Screenname:[/B] Ezekiel [B]Nickname:[/B] Jamie to JJ alone, Zeke to others. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/29234632/][B][COLOR=DarkRed]Ezekiel[/COLOR][/B][/URL] Ezekiel has always been a punk and because of this, prefers clothes that have lots of leather and lots of metal. She has a penchant for orange as well, and is lucky enough to have the skill of searching and collecting. She has an uncanny ability to find old clothes warehouses to plunder some new outfits. [B]Personality:[/B] Ezekiel, despite her annoying and unhealthy habits, is usually a very understanding person. She's there to talk to if anyone needs it, as long as they don't mind getting the harsh truth. Ezekiel sees no use in telling people what they want to hear, especially now, and can sometimes be considered cruel because of this. She has handled grief in a cold and aloof way, refusing to talk about things and trying to divert the subject into something much more humorous. Some of the last survivors find this strange, others appreciate it greatly. While she never used to be one for fighting or arguments, the harsh after-effects of war have turned Ezekiel's stress up a notch. Whereas JJ will let out his emotions quite freely, Ezekiel will bottle them up inside until she snaps, which is happening more often. These days, her only outlets are fighting and smoking. She often takes herself away from the group, sometimes for days at a time, just so that she can clear her head. People tend not to question this, especially if she takes her crowbar. [B]Weapons:[/B] Ezekiel's main weapon is her trusty crowbar. She made herself a holster to carry it over her shoulder so she's never without something to protect her. Also, because of her past occupation, she can handle guns extremely well. While she doesn't carry one with her, she keeps a simple handgun in her bedroom and can use any firearm that she may come across in the field. [B]Notes:[/B] Ezekiel was a police officer before the war and had gone on many undercover operations. These operations were mostly in prisons and, as such, her personality and appearance changed in the slightest. In the prisons she learned how to brawl and adapt to any weapon that came to hand, whether it be a broken bottle, lead pipe or chair leg. She's gained a long scar the goes across from her right collarbone to her naval, and doesn't usually like to show it off.[/COLOR] Now that I'm done, JJ will be posting the final list of people who have been accepted. This has been really tough, and even as I'm typing we're disagreeing on who to let in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][QUOTE=Raiyuu][font=Trebuchet MS] However, massive kudos for being probably the first OB fanfic writer I've ever seen to finish their story! [/font][/QUOTE] And I shall finish, too...it's just taking longer because I enjoy killing people. >___> ....Don't look at me like that. Anyway. This was another chapter where I didn't want the story to end. I really, really want to know how the heck the crew is going to get out of this situation and what new revelations will become apparant as the story closes. Because, you know, something amazing always has to happen at the end of these kinds of things. ^_~ Keep on going, Phil, this'll be something I'll read over again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I love that thing you do with the swirls and the flowers, Delta, it's beautiful. And Ajikan=awesome. I'm one of the few registered English fans, heh. I adore their album artwork, and that's a wonderful choice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I rejoice, for my post is complete. I probably could have done better, but I don't think it was too bad. I'm completely terrible when it comes to writing fight scenes, so you'll excuse me if I didn't really extend the actual physical fighting. Era isn't that sort of gal anyway. Hope that was okay, Gavin![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Era felt some sort of psychic wave hit her as she was faced with her parallel self. Suddenly, her mind?s eye seemed to be clouded, and all she could see around her was black. She could hear the others, smell them and sense her presence but in all other ways, she was blind. She felt the sick feeling of panic rising in her gut as she turned her head wildly, feeling herself grow nauseas with a mixture of dizziness and fear. She tried to pull herself together, but something was messing with her mind, quite literally. She clamped her hands over her ears and shrunk down against the floor in a ball, feeling her chin touch her knees. Her fellow Legionnaires, if they hadn?t already left to fight their doppelgangers, must have wondered what had come over her. Then she felt it, the sharp tug on her shoulder length hair, her head being yanked backwards. In her mind, she could see the blurry outline of a woman, slowly becoming clearer the harder Era concentrated. Then she gasped, seeing now the likeness between her and her darker self. The other Era smirked, releasing the Legionnaires hair and stepping backwards, her velvet black cape sweeping around her feet as she moved elegantly over the tiled floor. Slowly, Era was starting to see her surroundings. They were no longer in the museum, she realised, they were in her foe?s mind. [B]?You?ve probably already realised, Era,?[/B] the woman spoke, her voice duskier than Era?s, [B]?That we are no longer in a physical world. We are, in fact, not even in time. This is a plain where time does not exist, and only darkness surrounds. I discovered this place a long time ago because I, unlike you, am not afraid to use my powers to their greatest ability,?[/B] she clenched her gloved hand into a fist for effect, [B]?I am Eva, and you, dear Era, don?t deserve to exist.?[/B] Suddenly, Eva dashed forward; Era trying to take in everything while her mind was telling her to block the attack that was no doubt coming. Everything seemed to be coming in stops and starts; at one moment, Eva would be rushing forward and the next, she?d be in slow motion. This place was awful, Era realised, and she couldn?t be happier that she hadn?t found it by herself. Era?s doppelganger was not difference physically, but her appearance certainly set the two apart. Whereas Era kept her blank eyes open, Eva had them covered with what looked to be a metal headband. She wore a dark grey body suit with a thick belt covering her abdomen, and her cape was black velvet. Era brought her arms up just in time to block the punched aimed at her face and felt burning pain shoot up her arm as something solid collided with her bone. She winced and stumbled backwards, [B]?Metal gloves,?[/B] she muttered, [B]?Cheap.?[/B] [B]?Nay, Era; clever. You?re a fool for relying only on a segment of your power, how can you ever expect to win??[/B] Era stayed quiet as the words sank in, settling into what she believed to be a defensive stance. She had never let anyone teach her hand-to-hand combat of any sort and the only weapon she had ever used was a handgun. Era was one of the peaceful Legionnaires who used her powers to incapacitate opponents. When faced with someone who equalled, if not triumphed over, her in power she didn?t seem to stand a chance. [I]?I have to,? [/I] she thought, [I]?There will be a way out of this.?[/I] Eva was already setting up for another attack, her paces long and slow as she brought her knee up towards Era?s stomach. The witch brought her arms down together to catch her attackers knee, holding onto her thigh before spinning it roughly. She didn?t know if she?d be able to go on like this, but if she could at least figure a way out of this dimension, she?d be fine. Eva grunted as she fell back, catching herself just in time to spin and aim a kick for Era?s throat. Era jumped back and closed her eyes, trying to tap into her counterpart?s mind. If Eva could do it to her, then surely, Era would be able to do the same. She just had to find it, unlock it, and master it within a few seconds. Nothing, really. Again, Eva was on her feet and coming at Era. Suddenly, it clicked, and Era couldn?t help but smile. Her other half may be strong, but anger and physical attacks leave the mind weakened. She?d learnt that much when escaping from angry villagers all those years ago. Managing to side step the aggressive assault, Era whirled and brought her fingers to Eva?s temples, locking the two of them together. The witch opened her eyes and stared directly at Eva?s headband, knowing that the other women could see her perfectly. [B]?You leave your mind weak?you are no copy of mine.? [/B] With a cry like none Era had let out in many a year, she pressed her fingers in, drawing memories and events straight from her foe?s mind. Eva screamed as her knees gave way, scratching at Era?s wrists as her every thought was taken from her. Sweat broke out on Era?s skin as she took the most important memories, keeping them clear in her mind?s eye as her power built up. The day Eva discovered this hellish place was first up, and within only seconds Era had eliminated it from Eva?s memory, essentially making it impossible for the event to have ever happened. Suddenly, the pair were back in the museum, but Era?s didn?t stop there. She couldn?t now; the adrenaline was too much. [B]?You will?rue the day?you came to this?world!?[/B] Era said, her voice like venom as she pressed her fingers in harder. She felt the fragile bone of Eva?s temples give way and winced as her fingers sunk into the woman?s skull, gritting her teeth as she pulled up one last memory. The day Eva had discovered her powers.[I] ?Frightening?[/I], Era thought as she wiped the event clear, [I]?So many years to discover a power so strong, only to have it wiped from your mind.?[/I] She pulled back, her fingers covered in a mix of her own and Eva?s blood. She was dead, Era knew as the limp body dropped to the floor, but she couldn?t help but feel a little afraid of her own mortality because of it. Stepping back, the witch wiped her bloodied hands over her cape; dropping down to sit on the floor, head in her hands.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm just jumping in here to let people know of two very important things: [U][B]1) Weapons.[/B][/U] Obviously, this wasn't made clear enough, but we are in the future and there is [I]nothing left[/I]. Possibly you forgot about the situation your characters are it, but whoever is finally in this are going to be the last survivors of OB. We were at a club, partying. I seriously doubt we'll have weapons with us that we've cherished for a long, long time. Sorry to those of you who made it as a part of your character, but swords and whips aren't really fitting with the situation you're being put in. Please remember that you wouldn't have had anything with you at the time except the clothes on your back, therefore, your weapons will be what you could find in old military bunkers, houses etc. My character will have a crowbar, not because it's a family heirloom, but because she found it and can crack skulls. You will have things such as self-made spears (for example) old guns, sub-machine guns etc. Please, guys, fancy swords and knives wouldn't be that easy to find in a post-apocalypse setting. Could you alter your profile, as needed, plz. If you're not sure whether what you've chosen is acceptable or not, feel free to PM/IM me. [U][B]2) Closing[/B].[/U] The sign ups will be closing this Saturday when JJ and I will be making our final decision on who has been accepted. I think it's safe to say that, if your sign up isn't completed by then, we won't accept you. Both JJ and I will be submitting our characters pretty soon. (This is why JJ works with me: So I can be the nasty one and tell people off =p)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]!!!! When you mentioned silver hair, I had my suspicions, but it was aweosme the way you introduced Trevor to us in the end. You have no idea how chuffed he'll be about this >_> Wonderful writing again, I especially liked this chapter because of the character interraction. And those Marauders sound awesome, like the Muties from the Dark Tower series. Looking forward to the next bit, Phil, you amaze me by how quickly you churn these things out but still manage to keep them very well written.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][U]Part 10[/U] Seraphim rapped lightly on the mirrored glass as he watched Ezekiel, Xion standing next to him, leaning against the wall as if he was bored. They were conducting interviews with the ?higher ups? in the NM Reg. Office, and Ezekiel was the one who was currently sitting in. [B]?Please state your name and occupation for the record, sir.?[/B] She said, her voice low and almost gritty from the copious amounts of coffee she?d consumed lately. [B]?My name is JJ, and I work as head record keeper at the New Member Registration Office.? [/B] Seraphim?s face twisted into a snarl, he didn?t like this one. He was too relaxed, and his voice wasn?t shaking. Xion, however, was keeping an open mind. [B]?Now, you understand, JJ, that you can at any point leave this interview. You are not under arrest.?[/B] [B]?I understand, Ezekiel, I just want to help.?[/B] Ezekiel frowned and sat back, folding her arms in a defensive way, [B]?It?s detective Ezekiel, sir, and we appreciate your help.?[/B] Behind the glass Seraphim snorted, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. Xion looked over at the older detective and shook his head, smiling to himself. [B]?Don?t be impatient, Seraph, we?ve got plenty to get through."[/B] [B]?I just don?t like him, he?s a weasel if you ask me.?[/B] Xion looked over, a teasing glint in his eyes, [B]?I?ll be the judge of that.?[/B] He stated softly, grinning as he saw Seraphim?s back straighten and the muscles in his neck tense. The detective was high strung, which only made the game more interesting. [B]?Honestly, Seraphim, Ezekiel?s bouncing off the walls on caffeine and you?re quite obviously not getting laid. This job is ba??[/B] he didn?t even see the blow coming until he was sprawled on the floor, Seraphim moving to lay another punch into the psychologist. Fortunately, an officer reacted and managed to hold the seething detective back as Xion staggered to his feet, blood trickling gently from his bottm lip. [B]?Ah, guess I deserved that,?[/B] he grunted, swiping at his mouth, [B]?Give me a report before lunch time. I?m leaving.?[/B] [COLOR=DarkRed]***[/COLOR] [B]?Fucking asshole!?[/B] Seraphim shouted, slamming his fist into the cafeteria table. Ezekiel winced and reached for her mug, catching herself just before she drunk any of the contents. She put it down gently and slid it across the table; Xion?s words seemed to stick easily when one was on the edge. [B]?Ignore him Seraphim, he?s a loser. I think you should go home, talk to Hevn, have a bath?just relax.? [/B] The younger detective looked up at her partner, smiling in what she hoped was a reassuring way. [B]?I?ll sort out the report, I promise. You deserve this.?[/B] [B]?You never have any time off, even when you?re ill. You should be the one taking a break.?[/B] Seraphim sighed, but didn?t sit down. His hand hovered above his jacket, a clear sign he didn?t really want to be staying. Ezekiel noticed and just smiled wearily, [B]?My apartment is empty when I get home. Trust me on this one, I really don?t mind.?[/B] Her partner didn?t need much more convincing and after a hurried goodbye, he was gone. Ezekiel looked down at the tabletop and reached for her mug. Cold coffee, wonderful. [COLOR=DarkRed][B]***[/B][/COLOR] Xion walked quickly down a carpeted hallway after jogging up stairs two at a time. He was still dressed in his work clothes, but by now his shirt had worked it?s way out of his slacks and he?d shoved his jacket and tie into his briefcase. Formalwear would for ever be his pet hate. He knocked hard on an apartment door and waited impatiently, pressing two fingertips to his bruised and swolen lip. His bag was at his side and after a minute of waiting, he jumped slightly when he heard a crash from the other side of the door. A muffled ?Shit? was all he could hear before the door opened, revealing Detective Ezekiel, clad only in shorts and a t-shirt, her hair tousled and messy. [I]?Must have been asleep?[/I], Xion thought, slightly amused, ?[I]And it?s only eight o?clock.?[/I] [B]?What is it??[/B] Ezekiel asked, rubbing her eyes to clear the bright spots of light dancing in front of them. Xion could smell alcohol on her breath and raised his sleek eyebrows, stepping in slowly, [B]?Have you been?drinking??[/B] Ezekiel paused and looked over her shoulder, cringing at the state of her apartment, spilt bottle of whiskey and all. She shrugged, finally, and muttered, [B]?Work was tough today??[/B] She held the door open wider for Xion to come in, hoping he didn?t plan on staying long. However, he kicked his shoes off as soon as he got in, making Ezekiel?s stomach turn a little in sadness. It had been so long since she?d seen him like this? [B]?You okay??[/B] he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Ezekiel just shrugged again and walked over to the fallen bottle, picking it up and placing it on the table. She groaned as she straightened once again, her head pounding from the aftermath of strong alcohol. [B]?What is it you wanted, Xion, I was?busy.?[/B] For once, the brunette chose not to make a snide remark, and instead smiled warmly. [B]?You didn?t give that report to me. I know it?s been a hard day, but I really need it??[/B] he stepped forward suddenly as Ezekiel swayed, holding her elbow tightly for support. The redhead looked up at him, a little flushed, and bit her trembling bottom lip. [B]?What happened, Xion?what did I do wrong??[/B][/COLOR][/CENTER] And?I think that was better than last time? Yes? No? Bollocks? ;_; I thought it was time to start showing the nastier/grittier sides of the characters. Xion is, I hope some people realise, not actually an asshole. He just tries to make himself seem big, and aloof. That?ll probably come out more in later chapters. Seraphim is on the edge and extremely high strung, worried that his marriage is starting to fray because of all his time in work. Ezekiel is, more than likely, emotionally unstable and finds her only solace in coffee and, eventually, drink. That about sums up those three. JJ will be in this more, and Reise will be making his return pretty soon. Comments, as always, are greatly appreciated. [/SIZE]