Sir Gawain

OOC: Just watch yourselves people. This hasn't gone into the M rating yet, and please make sure it doesn't. Everything so far has been good though. Damon was trying to find Michael in the far off corner of New Ishbal. He was probably visiting Reycha again, as usual. "Hey, Mickey! Where are you? Tai's missing man, hurry up and get moving!" he shouted. Michael finally walked out of a hut behind Damon and yawned. When the other turned around he grabbed Michael by the collar and started dragging him back to the center of town to meet the others. "Let me go! Just wait until I reach my guns!" Michael was yelling and struggling but Damon carried him on. "No one in this town's scared of you, and you know it. Some gunslinger." "That's only because either you or Kyoske always kill my opponnent before I can." "Whatever." Michael held his arms up and slid out of his coat, finally showing both of his automail arms in a long time. They seemed to absorb the light around them, creating a darkness around him. His pants were covering his automail legs (thank goodness) but small glints of metal could be seen just under their rim. The two men drew their guns and aimed. The silence was deafening. The wind swept up dust and threw it in their faces, but neither of the them blinked. Not that the urge wasn't there. "Bang." Damon said and doubled over in laughter. Michael smiled and holstered his guns, picking up his coat as he passed Damon. "Very funny. Let's hope the military die laughing when they hear that." He patted Damon on the back and they walked back to the center of the town. "Missing, missing. So, he's missing. We care, why?" Michael asked Isis. Isis just turned his head. He was remembering his fight with the humonculi, what it had said, what it had done. "We really shouldn't. But I don't think it's safe for one man to be out there with who knows how many humonculi running amock in the military." Isis said. "Well I hope he dies, after everything he did to my town. He's not even sorry about it." Celia put in. Michael turned to her and pulled out one of his guns and held it out to her. She stared at him in disbelief. "What's that for?" "Well, I destroyed your town too, and don't give a damn about it. Here's your chance to do something about it. I swear I won't move. Just make sure to get everyone else too." "What? That's crazy! I'm not going to kill you for that!" Celia said. "You said that you hoped Tai was dead. Figured that you would want to do the deed yourself." "I can't kill someone! Especially if they want to die!" Michael holstered his gun again and frowned. "Next time you want someone to be dead, mean it. If you want somebody dead you kill them. Understand?" He turned back to the assembled rag tag group. "Oh mighty leader, what shall be our course of action?"

As the gang was headed out of Central, they saw a large swirling dust on the road. "It's their reinforcements! Run!" Kyoske said getting a grip on things. But they couldn't outrun whatever was chasing them, which was a very good thing considering. "Hop in. Brought a few friends along for the ride." Michael said from the passenger seat of the same jeep they had stolen those few days ago. Kyoske and Damon smiled hopping in behind him, but the others were a little more cautious. "How did you find us?" Isis asked suspiciously, not wanting another run in with homunculi. Michael smiled and held up a piece of paper that had his and Itsu's pictures on it. "Thought I'd turn myself in for the reward. Don't know how they got my picture though. But sure is a good one, don't you think?" Tai grinned and got in the cargo truck behind them, a clever getaway if they had been earlier. "So how'd you get to the new Ishbal so quickly? It should've taken you a lot longer than this." As everyone else was climbing into the cargo truck, they noticed the only other occupant. It was a tall Ishbalin man with white hair and a cross shaped scar on his face, and his right arm was adorned with alchemic circles. Scar, the most feared Ishbalin in the State. "I set up a trap. We captured a State caravan just as your friend was coming along, so we decided to pick you up too. As a favor." Scar replied for them. As the small escort took off, every once in a awhile they would see the other jeeps, outfitted with gun turrets in case of threat. Celia, Itsu, Isis, and Tai were all wondering the same thing. What next? We can't help the military any more, so where do we go from here? The group moved slowly over the next several days, stopping every night for camp. People were set on watch, and everyone else was able to socialize and take their minds off of the coming war. Though most of the people surrounding them were Ishbalin, Celia and Tai were able to fit in easily. It was a homely enviroment, and it was nice, even if they were on the run. Finally, five days out from Central, they came upon a large city with small huts everywhere. There was the occasional temple, and some buildings were much larger than those surrounding them. And at the center of the grand city was a large golden statue of the goddess, Ishbala. Kyoske, Damon, and Michael jumped down and turned to everyone else who was just getting out of the cargo truck. Together, they cried, "Welcome to the new Ishbal!"

"Why do people have to make my life harder?" Michael said aloud as he drove throught the mostly empty city streets. "Kyoske doesn't know how hard it'll be to find Scar! I've been lookin' for more than five months and he just expects me to pop up next to him!" After more such venting, he put his mind back on getting to the new Ishbal. In a jeep like this it would take about two days. Two days that could have anything happen between now and then. When he passed through the outer gates, he began looking for the proper dune to place Itsu and Isis's payment. If Kyoske and Damon did their job, the two mercenaries would be able to pick it up later, if he could find it. "They all look the same!" he cried into the night. Life is cruel, he thought. Instead of bothering to retrace his steps he just threw down the money in a bag and made a small flag beside it from the napkins he had smuggled out of the resteraunt earlier. "There," he said trying to brush sand off his arms. "If they can't find it, tough." He got back in the jeep and speeded off into the night, not knowing what could possibly happen in the little town he left. He would never really know what would happen.

You just PM Dagger. Just ask to have your name changed and put whatever you'd like it to be changed to on there next. Don't chit chat because Dagger won't reply, I know. Also, because of the possible length of this: If FMA: Blood of the State actually gets to at least five pages, a second chapter will be started to keep it fresh. I realize that some RPs can survive to up to ten pages and beyond, but this is going to be required to keep people interested. In each chapter there will be a different theme. Right now, I guess this is chapter one and its theme is mostly about Tai capturing Itsu and the Ishbalin team trying to stop him. I hope that this RP continues and that you'll all rejoin if there is a chapter 2. By the way, Aura Star won't be posting here for awhile so keep Celia going on in your posts. For now, don't worry about the whole chapter issue. Just enjoy the RP and let me worry about it. Let's try to get this thing moving! And, because South Carolina state law requires me too, you'll all be receiving a complimentary Fruits Basket volume I and an actual fruit basket in the mail. ;)

OOC: digix, adult language is allowed so if you want you can finish the letter without asterixs. Its good to know that you're being careful though. Also, Silver Wolf Fang signed up so he's mentioned here to get him in the mix. Kyoske and Michael met back at the State motorpool located in town. They had each been off on special errands. "Did you find what you needed?" Kyoske asked first. Michael nodded and brought out all of his magazines of bullets. From time to time small arcs of blue lightining would be visible on them. "Alchemically charged rounds. Whatever these babies hit isn't going to be there after the smoke clears, even stone. Did you find our little diversion friend?" Kyoske smiled and let the large round figure walk from behind the building. The person had tiny white eyes, black sleeveless shirt, and very rounded features. "It was pretty hard to find them, but Lust said that we could use him for now." "Is that it?" Glutton asked hungrily, drool dripping from the edges of his mouth. It had been a miracle that any of the humonculi had survived so long, many even belivied them to be dead. But these were copies of the originals, and this Glutton was just as hungry as the first. Michael nodded and loaded the first rounds into his weapons. "Go in there, and get as many of the people in military uniforms that you can swallow. After we leave, you can finish up in here and get back." Glutton went into a giggle fit and almost gave away their position. "Ready?" Kyoske asked, readying his weapon and peering around the corner. "One. Two. Go!" The three rushed around the building and caught the first three soldiers completey by surprise. Kyoske sliced through two and Glutton took down the last. The next wave was larger and well prepared. Two State Alchemists transmuted a large cannon and a wall of steel in front of the group. Michel fired and watched as the bullets worked their magic. They had been charged by an alchemist to do alchemy themselves, and stop at step two, taking something apart. The cannon and the wall almost exploded and were out of the group's way in seconds. "Have fun!" Michael said as Kyoske hopped into the nearest jeep that had keys in it. Glutton tore into the oncoming ranks as the two men rode out into the city streets. "Where're we headed now?" "Rendeavous point. We're going to meet Damon." "Damon? I don't think that's such a good idea." "I'm driving, so it doesn't matter what you think." Kyoske finalized the argument. They had to pick up Damon before they left for the new Ishbal. Then they could convince the elders to hire Itsu and Isis, who they still owed money to. "Ishbala, help us." Michael prayed, holding onto the edge of the vehicle.

I'm getting confused by the whole thing but will continue to post anyway. We have to give Raze a chance to post, since he only had about two or three this whole time. I'm not discouraging everyone from posting, I'm just saying we need to give everyone else a chance to catch up. Also, how do you guys feel about secondary characters? Kiba already introduced the Elrics into this, so from now on if anyone wants to they can at any time introduce other characters from the series, real or fictional. Especially since I'm about to spice things up a bit.

This thread was started at the request of one of the Role Players. Discuss what you will about it here. I need Raze to post next before I can post again to give everyone some equal screen time.

Alright, since Kiba requested an Underground Thread, it shall be so. It will be useful. Continue on with your normal posting.

Michael noticed the waitress following them when they had their backs to the sun. Her shadow was falling just slightly lower than theirs, but there wasn't much use in trying toget rid of a straggler. Just had to let them find their own way home. "No plans really. Just gotta get a vehicle and make our way back." Kyoske interrupted his thoughts. "Yeah, what kind of vehicle? Needs to be fast, doesn't it?" "Just fast enough." Kyoske smirked. Michael would know what that meant. "Can't. Motorpool's heavily guarded now. My fault. If you really want it then you'll have to steal it." "Hold on!" Tai said. "You two have to come with me. Papers never mentioned whether you had to be dead or alive, so don't make my job harder." Michael glanced at Kyoske who nodded. Michael tossed one of his guns high in the air and let the other three's gazes follow it while he fired his second at Tai's feet. The soldier stepped backwards the same instant Michael caught his gun and began running after Kyoske. "No you don't! Hold on, I have my orders!" Tai screamed. "Hey, Itsu, Isis! If you hold him off I'll leave you payment where we first met!" Michael called over his shoulder. The two mercenaries hesitated, but grabbed Tai and flung him to the ground. Itsu pinned him and Isis disarmed him. "Hold on," she said suddenly. "He never mentioned how much!" "Does it really matter? I've got a feeling that he's got deeper pockets than some of the people we've worked for. Remember that guy who tried to pay us in milk?" Isis cringed at the though, "And if it's not enough, we'll find him and make 'em pay." By this time, Kyoske had run three streets and was about to make a left turn towards the motorpool when Michael came up behind him. "What are you tired for? You don't even have real legs." Panting, he could only manage, "Fuck, you." Kyoske laughed and grabbed Michael by the back of his coat and dragged him on past the turn. "You my friend will get us both killed someday!"

Greg saw Tyran being led out of Merlin's chamber down to the dungeons. Sighing, he followed, unsure of what he could possibly do to get his commander out of danger. There were some things hiding in Merlin's cold stone rooms that wouldn't let a person live through their sentence. When he had descended the last flight of steps, he saw the guards eating sloppily with chicked and pork dribbling onto their stomachs. "Pigs!" he said quietly. The guards were startled and one of them fell from his chair. "Who goes there?" one of them replied, trying to draw his sword. "Put your weapon down, if you can retrieve it. I have merely come to ask you a favor." Greg replied. The guard on the floor stood up and stared at him blankly. "We don't do no favors. Just our jobs." "Okay, then how about a service?" Greg brought out a small bag and laid it on the table. "Just keep the beasts out of Tyran's cell. Understood? Remember, only let them in if my superiors tell you to directly." The guards were too busy counting the gold and merely nodded. They could handle Merlin's little pets. Only reason they even had a reason to set foot in his castle. Otherwise they'd have been mulch a long time ago. "We'll keep the li'l beasties outta there. 'Less he wants 'em." one of the guards chuckled as Greg left. At least the commander wouldn't be victim to death. But he would be if Merlin ever found out what he did. Bribery was almost as bad as sin in this castle. With penalty of death.

"Hey, I could've handled 'em." Michael protested. "Riiight. They're not just soldiers. They're like us, strong and smart." Kyoske replied. "And anyways, why the hell were you going to fire at them in the first place?" "Well, uh, I. You win." he replied sheepishly. It actually hadn't been a good idea to turn fire on someone in the middle of the desert. He slipped one of his guns back into its holster, but twirled the other in his right hand as the two walked. He narrowed his eyes, remembering why he had to fight. "Arms hurting?" Kyoske asked. Michael shook his head. It was a bad joke, seeing how he didn't have real arms. He had used it once during a firefight to scare the enemy. Automail use had gone down considerably in the past few years, so shooting someone in the arm and them not bleeding meant you were in trouble. "Let's grab a bite to eat. My treat." "Like it would be any other way!" Kyoske smiled and headed through the gates of the town.

It's been more than twenty years since the nearly forgotten Ishbalin massacre. The people of Isbal were scattered, but alive. Over time, they came back together in small settlements, but were still hunted by some members of the military who couldn't forget the taste of blood so easily. Now, due to the reemergence of the Ishbalins in a new home, the State has seen fit to order a second war. Some strong souls will be made famous in the coming war, but before it begins they must remove their greatest obstacles, two young men with nothing more to live for than to protect the Ishablins. That struggle is soon to begin. Michael Morris sighed and slid down the slope of the mountain to the calm flatness of the plateau. It was a long way back to the main Ishbal provence, and he had barely been moving for two hours. "My luck sucks. Even forgot to bring any water. WHY!" he cried at the setting sun. He had been chased out of town by some alchemist's buddies who got showed up in a shooting match. Michael had shot out the poor guy's left kneecap out from twenty paces. "Why, why, why?" he said again, running his cold metal fingers through his hair. He noticed a small figure in the distance, like a little person against the glowing sky. "Oh, crap." he said, retrieving his pistols from their hidden holsters. Running forward, he never raised his weapons, but was always silently aiming for when he would. He jumped from rock to rock to the bottom of the plateau and back onto the seemingly endless desert. The figure was growing larger, slightly, but not so much that he could see the person's face. Running between the dunes, he prepared for what could be a messy battle. Sometimes alchemists weren't known for their system of honor. But if it wasn't an alchemist, then there wasn't much danger. "Get down!" he yelled as he popped over the dune. The figure just stood and stared, like it was unafraid of having two guns being pointed straight at him. Uh oh, was the first thing that came to mind. *Alright, everybody! Have fun! There's a small town to the south east and a mountain north of the town, which is where this whole thing began. The railroad goes northwest to south east to the next town. Remember the rating when posting. Language is fine, as is violence. Nothing else.*

Sorry, I know it's not Saturday, but this RP is going up now. Before you post there, good luck soldiers. May god be with you in this fight. NOW GET MOVING!! Oh, also, sign ups will remain open for anyone who wants to join for exactly two weeks from today. That means they'll close on, let's see, June 12.

This story will go up pretty soon. I said that the RP only needed six people, and it already has five. We just need one more person to sign up, and if not, it'll still go up this Saturday. Guaranteed. There'll also be an Underground thread in case anyone has questions. Oh, and digix, both of your characters will have to choose permanent sides soon. They can stay mercs for awhile, but something's gotta give. I'm also happy to announce that depending on the desicions everyone makes, this RP can go either way. I reallize that it's The Blood of the State, but that was more of a reference to the revenge the Ishabllins are going to take on them. If someone signs up today, then the thread'll go up today. It all depends.

I didn't expect anyone to sign up. Usually my RPs don't do too well. :D Name: Michael Morris Age: 22 Side: Ishbalins Job: Gunslinger Description: Michael has long black hair and green eyes with pale skin. He wears a heavy black coat (like Ed's) with hides his two gun holsters. He wears deep blue pants with silver trimminings. Not too thin, but definitely not husky. Due to a tragic accident, he has no real limbs but instead has automail legs and arms. Personality: Tries to do what he believes is the right thing. He will do whatever it takes to protect his allies, and detests alchemy, even if he needs it to save his life. He's quiet, but friendly, and makes serious situations seem a lot simpler (like Hayes [poor Hayes]). Weapons: Two side holstered pistols. Bio: Michael was involved during the Ishbalin massacre, sneaking in food to injured soldiers. One time, he was caught by patrol officers who thought he was working for the other side. They beat him and ended up cutting off his arms and legs as punishment. A nearby Ishbal automail mechanic found him and gave him new arms and legs. He was taken into hiding and every year after that he returned to find the automail mechanic so that the old man could upgrade and repair him as needed. Michael took up sharpshooting to help protect the various Ishbal villages. In his youth, he met Scar, and ideled his work. As a gunsliger, Michael is able to accurately shoot from long distances and distract hiss opponnents with flashy moves. I hope to see more people sign up! Oh, and we will be able to meet the characters of the show, it's just that we're not going to be involved in finding the Philosopher's Stone. Could one or two people sign up to fight alongside the Ishbalins too? It's a little pointless to be the only person on a side.

*Content may include mature humor, alcohol use, or suggestive themes. Outright use of any form of nudity is strictly forbidden, except when in use in certain costumes.* It's been more than ten years since the war in Ishbal. It's people are scattered, forced to live in tight, filthy villages. There's been little help offered to them, other than the Elrick brothers. But they can't protect an entire culture from the State military. It is a time when the unruly roam across the uninhabitable lands, a time when unlikely heroes of the people are born. A select few have chosen their path, whether that path will lead them against the State or against the Ishbalins, only time will tell. The man stepped out onto the plateu, gazing over the vast desert. Nothing for miles, not even hidden towns. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Travelling these days was dangerous, not something he wanted to do alone. But with the State Alchemists tailing him, he only had a few days to reach any sort of haven. Turning his attention back to the horizon, he waited for the dawn to come, a beautiful sight in the looming darkness around him. In the distance, there was a sign of movement. Somebody was moving quickly, way too quickly for it to be natural, and whoever it was was headed his way. If it was another alchemist, he was ready. Those puppets of the State wouldn't get him, not after what happened all those years ago. He drew two pistols from his side holsters and took aim. This is an RP that's set in the Full Metal Alchemist world. There are such things as alchemy, automail, and so on. Anyways, the point is set around the Ishbalins. The military is preparing to kill all of them, and in this RP, you will fight on either the State's side or the Ishablin's side. Either way, this isn't meant to be a gruesome tale, so keep the mature actions to a minimum. It's best if you've seen the show, but if not just ask and somebody will fill you in. Here's the sign up sheet: Name: (Anything within reason) Age: (Also within reason, these people are supposed to be fighters, after all) Side: (Ishbal or State) Job: (Things like alchemist, mechanic, soldier, and anything else so long as you carry weapons within reason) Description/Pic: (Self explanitory, either one will do) Personality: (How your character thinks and feels) Weapon(s): (includes guns, swords, and alchemic transmutations) Bio: (As short or as long as you want. I'm the only other person who has to read it, after all.) If three people start asking questions about the series, like 'What's a transmutation circle?' I'll put up an Underground thread to put everything in context. I'll post my sign up after someone else joins. This RP only really needs about six or so people, but more can join.

Gregory was reluctant to retreat, but an order was priorty, as were the lives of his men. Of course, he hand't been able to round up much of a secondary invading force anyways, so this was just as much of a relief as it was a pain. Greg mounted a nearby horse and took off with Tyran. He seemed troubled by something, and who wouldn't be in these times of war? Still, there was something that had held him back during the battle, some unkown force. That force would have to be dealt with another day, and by Tyran the commander, not by Gregory the knight. "Sir, where to? There are a number of outposts near here that we could recuperate at." Greg asked Tyran. The experienced soldier gazed coldly at him, but with some sense of approval. Somebody knew when to take orders and when to ask for verification on them. "We go now back to Merlin's castle. No outpost will do for my army." Tyran replied. "His wrath may be swift." "Then so be it." Greg stopped his horse for a second, staring blankly at his superior. No man couldn't fear Merlin, and perhaps he didn't, but still no one had ever gone willingly to Merlin with dissapointing news. Except for those who didn't wish to live. "He will know of our defeat. But he will also know the reasons for it. When the men are rested, we will prepare for battle again, and ready for anything. Come Hell or high water, we shall not lose again."

"Hold your ground!" Tyron shouted at the head of the army. The UA was rushing them, not a very wise desicion on any acounts. Greg readied his sword, preparing to swing at the first rebels who got anywhere near him. As the charge reaached Merlin's army, many of the UA were cast down, fighting with their feelings and without skill, but still managing to kill off just enough of Merlin's troops. For Greg, it was almost an instant transition into battle. A single soldier had tried to stab him, but he had slid out of the way put his sword through the man's stomach. It was a fatal wound, but didn't kill instantly. It was something he did often. After the first one, five more fell with similar wounds, and only two of them dying when they hit the ground. Such was the ruthlessness of Gregory the Black that he became careless, and got too close to the main body of the UA's army. Sorcha fired a blast at him, sending him flying back into his own ranks. "Are you done playing with the magician? Or do you need five more minutes to sleep?" Tyron asked, stepping over the form of the fallen knight. "I'll be going back to the front, join me if you think you can handle it."

Onuir: If you want to jot down everything I know, then you'll have to buy more paper than this city could provide in ten years. [I]He knew it wasn't the smartest the to do, but making fun of the local law enforcement was always a good dwarf's pasttime. But the man in front of him seemed different, very deadly. He was glad that Altma was lying in wait for any signal, that way the man couldn't bring back a pretty dwarf pelt.[/I] Ratu: No need to be a smartass, son. Just tell me everything you know about the current situation of things with this dead man. Onuir: Well, I'd have to say that he's definetly not at the center of this. I was following an assassin, if you must know, so as to protect any future clients I might have in this city. You see, I work as a professional bodyguard, but obviously Dabu needed one with more skill than I. Ratu: I can see that clearly. There's no way you could've killed these men to where they'd be lying like this. What was the name of the assassin, I'll have to bring investigation of this matter to the police. [I]Onuir could barely hide his excitement. Here was his chance to finally be rid of those two who had treated him like dirt despite his help.[/I] Onuir: I'll do better than that. Before he went unconcious, Dabu told me where they're staying. Ratu: 'They?' I suppose that's good enough. Take me to them. Onuir: Gladly. - - - - - - - - - - - OOC: This should get everyone placed back at the bar, for the most part.

Gregory gazed across the crowd, making sure that the celebration didn't get out of hand. Several of his comrades had tried to persuade him to join, but he knew better. There would always be disturbances, and the army needed at least a few good soldiers to watch for any possible spies. But tonight wasn't like those that had come before. They had taken one of the Alliances major cities, one of their few fortified positions. He chanced a few cups of ale and sang some of the more familiar victory songs, but overall it was a dull party for him. "I don't know why Merlin puts up with such things. We're still in a war, after all. We should be honing our skills." he sighed. Maybe he was just too stiff. But at least he had taken his helmet off, showing his hardened face. No one had ever seen Gregory the Black out of his supposedly charred armor. "Couldn't hurt to try to have some fun." he said quietly, leaping from his position on the courtyard steps, ready to lose all interest in protecting the lives of Merlin's defence. - - - - - - - OOC: Well, couldn't think of much, but I hope this gives an idea to what kind of party's going on.

:devil: This'll be fun! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Corru snapped his tail threatingly. If there was one advantage he had here, it was his tail. The group raised their staves, swords, and blades. Corru only twirled his spear and threw it straight between Coje and Mika, all four of them turning to watch the weapon's path. Bad move. Corru was on them immdeiately. "Fell Claw!" he cried, raising his left arm. Koal moved to block the overhead strike, but the dragon switched in mid air to a kick, thrusting the wolf demon into the ground. Coje and Mika ran up behind him and gave Corru several swift hits with their staffs. Crying out in pain, he ran quickly and retrieved his spear. Blocking the two's attacks wasn't easy, and they were able to land even more punishing blows, leaving small bruises on their enemy. Kronos was floating above the battle, waiting for her servant to use his ultimate attack. "What the hell's going on?" Inuyasha cried as the others ran out of the hut. "DRAGON!! Don't worry, Inuyasha! This guy's got on my last nerve!" Thorn said, revealing his claws. Corru's eyes widened in panic, but he couldn't do anything except block Coje's and Mika's attacks. Thorn rushed him the same instance Setsouke threw her boomerang blades. Together, the combo had cut a deep gash in Corru's right arm, forcing him to drop his spear. "Curse you." he said quietly. He waited for Thorn to rush again, which he did eagerly. "Now you die, dragon!" "We'll see. Ryukotsusei's Revenge!" As Corru cried the attack, a blue flame began forming in his mouth. He fired the energy blast directly at the charging Thorn, and then three things happened. First, Corru jumped back into the forest, then the energy blast exploded, finally, Inuyasha appeared in front of Thorn and blocked the attack with the power of his sheath. "Damn. That was powerful." Inuyasha said. Thorn was wide eyed, and only nodded. That dragon had actually almost killed him. "What did he say again? Ryukotsusei, wasn't it? But you killed Ryukotsusei, didn't you Inuyasha?" Crystal asked. Back in the forest, Corru was trying to nurse his wound, but there weren't the right kind of herbs here that he needed, or knew. Kronos lowered herself into sight from above the treetops. "You didn't plan on killing any of them, did you? That attack would have taken out any one of them if they were off their guard. Why didn't you use it earlier?" she asked crossly, obviously displeased with the show. Corru grunted and closed his eyes in a pleading manner. "Because I would have killed those two girls, as well. I can't do that. Not yet." She frowned, and raised her scythe. "You have too much pity for the humans. But don't worry. I'll help break that little trait in you." Corru glanced up fearfully. Kronos laughed, a terrible sound that echoed through the forest. Whatever she planned on doing, it wasn't going to be anywhere as nice as the pit of Hell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - OOC: Okay, I lost :animeangr but now someone has to deal with Inuyasha and Kagome finding the other three. Joey's Girl could also put a drastic change on Corru now, because that's what's she's doing, torturing the hell out of him so that he'll kill humans. Sorry if I'm giving instructions, I just don't want people losing track of what just happened.

[I]Yes, it was Morrslaed all right. That meant that the other person in his room was Shikyo. Onuir had gotten up at the brink of dawn, deciding that it would be in his best interests to leave the city before the half crazed elf realized he was here. But, as he had been downing his first flagon of beer, a man had walked down the stairs of the inn, Morrslaed. Whatever his old acquainance was up to, it had to involve large sums of money. Onuir walked back up the stairs, not trying to keep quiet. If Shikyo was in that room, then him trying to be quiet would be like a fish trying to breathe in mud. When he reached the second story, he realized his only problem. He didn't know which room the two assassins were in. So, he did the most foolish thing he ever could have. He knocked loudly on all of them, jiggling the handles. Several guests popped out, swearing when he claimed to be a beggar. Only one door was locked that nobody came out of.[/I] Onuir: Shikyo! I know you're in there! Care to have a word? Morrslaed went by downstairs, so I know you two are up to something! [I]He waited patiently for the woman to open the door. When she did, she had a look about her that would freeze magma. And her voice was just as cold.[/I] Shikyo: I really don't think you need to know anything about this. Onuir: And I really don't think that there's too many people in this city that have as much information as myself. Shikyo: Are you sure? Because we thought you were dead when you were missing from the Marquis' personal guard. Keep questioning me, and you'll be dead soon enough. [I]He backed off, knowing full well his safety zone in such matters. He resolved to use an outside source to find out what was going on. He had been lying about the amount of information he carried. He was only the fifth best contact in the city, but the best had to be Dabu. Those two would only settle for the best. As he approached Dabu's shop, he noticed what looked like a small battle had taken place. Four men were lying on the ground, and Dabu himself was sputtering. Something big had gone down, and that meant even more money.[/I] Onuir: What did Morrslaed want with you, Dabu? Tell me! [I]Onuir shook the dark skinned man, but he only spoke one word before collapsing. He wasn't dead, yet, but he wouldn't awaken in less than ten hours.[/I] Onuir: What does it mean? Kasuka? Here Altma! We've got some work to do, and you'll get plenty of horse meat out of this if this means anything about valuables. [I]The large wolfish creature came bounding up to him from around the corner of the wall, lowering onto his haunches so that the dwarf could easily mount. But before he could take off, he heard someone yelling at him, and turned to see a small figure in the distant gates.[/I] ???: Hey! Hey, you! Wait! I need to have a word with you! Onuir: This can't be good.

Name: Gergory Corring Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Knight Side: Merlin Weapons: A heavy sword in a sheath over his back. Also uses a large flail that he carries on his belt. Description: Gregory is tall and muscular. He always wears his black armor, but only removes his helmet when out of battle. His armor is full body plate mail, with rounded joints. The armor is pitch black. But Gregory is slightly tan, with short black hair and deep brown eyes. Bio: Gregory Corring had grown up and served with the ideas that whoever was the ruling power was his master. So, when Merlin overthrew Arthur and the world, he had to choose to side with Merlin, using his intimidating nature a black knight among the populace to keep the peace. He hopes that the rebellion will be destroyed because he enjoys working for his new master.

Name: Robert Hayes Race: Human Sub-Race (Job): Detecitve Age: 31 Weapons: 1 belt holsetered pistol (always) and 1 shouldered mounted shotgun (when in field) Appearance: Rob is six, four, with red hair, and green eyes. As is his profession, he constantly wears a white shirt tucked into his pants and fastened with a belt. He has Armani loafers on his feet, and socks of course. Also wears a light jacket and a ten-gallon (know as 'cowboy') hat. Bio: Robert Hayes was born and raised in a scenic desert town, but always was interested in small things happening in the world. He was quickly in love with the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, and ever since has tried to be a detective, a career put to the test in his hometown. Rob always wears a cowboy hat even with his detective uniform, which most people don't understand. Rob doesn't really understand it himself, but the hat seems to match his personality he says. Although he never did catch a criminal in his time being a detective, he always managed to help the phorensics teams recreate the scene of the crime and put the perp behind bars. As of late, he's taken it upon himself to find out who the real killers are in the little town. So far he's come up with no leads, but he's determined that he'll either solve the mystery, or die trying. He believes that something beyond him is going on, and ready to receive whatever help might come his way.

This is interseting. I'll base my character off of myself. Name: Michael Reins Age: 18 Instrument: Piano Appearance: Bony, pale, thick blonde hair, and green eyes. Usually wears blue jeans and a bright colored shirt, except when performing. Occassionally wears all black by accident. Bio: Michael was born to play the piano, literally. He had unusually long, thin fingers, a fact that his eigth grade literature teacher never failed to point out to him. His favorite present growing up was any form of keyboard, and he especially loved practicing with electronic keyboards, although he always performed on the piano. He was accepted to the Vibe Performing Arts school for his potential. He hopes for the chance to play for huge audiences and know that his music is appreciated. His favorite songs to play are the Moonlight Sonata and Greensleeves, both of which he mastered with his first piano.