DNP---Lovely Samples

[K u R O -x- K e I]

DON'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM THIS THREAD!!!!!
STEALING=ANGRY ME!!!
ANGRY ME=YOU BETTER HIDE!!!

...Okay, now I'm done...
Post sample time!

INDEX

- Post one: Intro post for Basile Skye Daemonick from this thread.

- Post two: Roleplay (non-intro) post for Basile Skye Daemonick from this thread.

- post three: Roleplay (non-intro) post for Fran (KHR)---First attempt ever. This post is from this thread.

- Posts four and five: Roleplay (non-intro) post for orignal KHR character "Ciel Taiyou". Both posts are from this thread.
(Note: In the thread that both my Fran sample and Ciel samples come from, I also play three more original characters as well as Colonnello and Gokudera)

- Post six: An intro post for Naphiel Lyon Cael from this roleplay. I was kind of dead when I was writing it xPP But yeah, Naph's an a**...I tend to write a lot of a**-ish characters. Though some of them are nice!! Sometimes...

- Post seven: An everyday, regular post for Naphiel Lyon Cael from this roleplay. Naph is still an a**. But he's also nice, and stupid...but nice xPP

- Post eight An everyday, regular post for Zain from this roleplay. Oh Zain and your...weirdness.

- Post nine Revamped intro for Naph the remake of this roleplay. This is the new thread

Proofs of ownership:

For Basile/Skye:
- His profile post for the application round can be found HERE.
- My acceptance proof can be found HERE (the first page of the OOC, second post---including thread intro post)
- My profile is posted in the character thread for this roleplay. That thread can be found HERE (First page of CT, third post---including thread intro post)

For Ciel Taiyou:
- His very old, half-assed profile post can be found HERE.
- After being hacked while I was in New Zealand, I changed my username from Renken to Kurokirakei, to my current name "K u R O -x- K e I". My first post EVER with Ciel can be found FIVE FROM THE BOTTOM here <----That was a pain to find >.<

For Fran:
- I don't have a profile for him 'cause he's a canon >.>
- If you want to have proof, I keep all profile and post style codes in text documents so I can send you screen shots of the creation date which you can use for reference to when it was posted in my test thread.

For Naph
- I haven't posted all the codes for him, but my profile page for him is here.
- The owners understand my predicament with the missing pieces of Naph's profile, and I am steadily working to fix the incomplete portions.
- The reason they are incomplete is because of finished files getting deleted before I could post them. I've been slowly working on re-writing them. So I'll hopefully have a complete profile soon.
- The post I am using is from page two, third from the bottom of the thread. The graphics were commissioned by sophisticatedSCANDAL - -. Here is a link to her profile if you have any questions. There are also watermarks of her rights to the graphics. Here is the post the graphics came from saying that she made it for my character, Naph.

For Everyone:
- I can provide the same screen shot proofs as I mentioned for Fran
- My test thread has all of my post styles and one of my profile codes (I usually have separate test threads for each character I make).

[K u R O -x- K e I]

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"---you know, I was just thinking the same thing. The current time is 10:20 AM and boy am I excited! There is just one more day until the final exams between Anubis Academy and Osiris Academy. Unfortunately, rumors say that this years Anubis team is one of the best teams to ever enter the Final exams. Many people are starting to doubt that the Osiris team even as a---"

Basile smacked, nearly punched, the snooze button on his alarm clock; he managed to knock the noisy contraption off of his nightstand and out of the wall. He opened his tired stone-like eyes and stared out across the vast emptiness of his large bedroom. The late-morning sun peaked through the slightly open curtains that covered the window on the wall adjacent to his bed. The light gave his room a warm and welcoming feel that forced back the oncoming rush of annoyance and hatred. His bitterness vanished and was neatly replaced with his usual crooked half-smile. Despite the early-morning stupidity of the of the public radio system, Basile felt that maybe today would be a good day. The final exams started tomorrow, which meant today was his last chance to have any fun. Basile let out a relaxed sigh as he lifted himself out of bed. He lazily made his way across the open, uncarpeted floor of his room to one of his two walk-in closets. He slid the door open, stepped in and stared at the cosmos of his wardrobe. 'When did my closet become this messy?’ Basile thought to himself as he stared up at the piles of unfolded clean and dirty laundry. His foot started to shake a bit; he was annoyed at his own carelessness.

He bitterly reached up to one of the many shelves, taking down the first shirt his hand made contact with. Basile blankly stared at the white collard tee shirt in his hand; lock of the draw. He grabbed at a random pair of pants, which could only end up being some form of black skinny-jean, threw the clothes onto an empty shelf, and wandered out of his closet and into his bathroom to take a cold shower. The cold water nipped at his clouded senses, and cleared away his morning confusions. He sharply turned the shower-faucet off and snagged a towel to dry himself off. He wrapped the now-damp towel around his waist and hurried back to his closet. Basile grabbed the clothes he previously through on the empty shelf and quickly started to dress. As he was buttoning up his shirt, Basile stopped as his gaze unconsciously traveled to the full-size mirror. He stared at his reflection, looking directly at the scar that branded his left shoulder. The jagged pinkish mark stared back at him; mocking him. His gazes started to harden but he immediately snapped back to reality and quickly finished buttoning his shirt. Basile quickly grabbed the closest pair of black sneakers, sat down, and shoved them onto his relatively small feet. Immediately, he bolted up to exit his closet but stopped himself one more time. He stared at his morning masterpiece. ’It’s missing something...but what…’ Basile’s eyes scanned his closet for the final piece of his wardrobe. "Ah! There!" Basile mumbled and reached out to grab a black and purple summer scarf. He fit it around his neck and adjusted the collar on his shirt. Now that he was done, he checked his wristwatch for the time. "Damn it! I’m going to be late.” Basile said, annoyed with his timing.

He immediately leapt out of his closet, grabbing his cell phone and house keys, and sprinted out of his room. He descended down two flights of stairs and into his dining room where his mother had left him an overly tempting sit-down breakfast. When he ran past the food, his mother called to him, ”Basile! Come back here and eat your breakfast! It’s the last one you’re going to get for awhile!” Basile stopped and turned to his mother. The last thing he wanted was a guilt trip. "I know mom, but I’m running late! I’ll eat it when I get home tonight, okay?" Basile responded quickly and impatiently. ”Okay…but don’t be home too late! Your father wants to have a chat with you after dinner. So you better be home on time and--” She stopped when she noticed Basile searching through the shelves and drawers that lined the dining room walls. ”Basile! Are you even listening to me?” She asked in a rather scolding voice. Without turning around, Basile responded "Yeah, don’t get home to late, I know...” Basile responded absently, still searching through the numerous cabinets "Hey mom? Where’d you put the fifty dollars I left here yesterday?" He shouted over his shoulder. ”Move your hand three drawers to the right and one down.” She responded, he could tell she was becoming frustrated with him. Basile opened that his mother told him, and immediately spotted the money. He snatched it and shoved it into his pocket. "Thanks mom, see you later!" Basile thanked her "And don’t call me Basile!" He added as he ran out of the dining room and out through the front door.

Basile walked in quick strides down his driveway, onto the sidewalk and down the quickest route to Osiris. After no more than a quarter mile of walking, Basile’s cell phone started to buzz. Annoyed by the sudden interruption, he stopped in his tracks and looked at his cell phone. It was an email from Rina to all of the people who were participating in the final exams this year, staff and students, thanking those who she interviewed and reminding those who she didn’t get a chance to yet. Basile smirked at the P.S directed towards him. Amused by what he saw as Rina’s blunt stupidity, He quickly responded to her email from his phone as he continued walking. Basile’s other hand was clutching the roll of money he had thought he lost earlier. He needed to get to Osiris quickly for two reasons. One was because he wanted to talk with a few of his teammates about tomorrow. The other one was something he didn’t want to do, but knew he had to. After losing to Chase one too many times in cards, Basile had racked up a small debt…and now he had to pay it off. He tightened his grip on the crumpled money in his hand, ’Seriously…can that guy win at any kind of game as long as it involves cards and some sort of risk? Or maybe he's just really lucky…’ Basile thought absently. ’How much money have I lost already…?’ His thoughts started to take a turn for the worse. He absently counted out his curiosity on his fingers. His legs started to shake a bit as he walked; his mood started to turn for the worse. ’Why can’t I stop refusing his offers? It’s always “just one more” or “double or nothing” with him. At this rate—‘ His ill-fated thoughts continued for the rest of his walk to Osiris.

As he walked onto the street that housed both Osiris and Anubis, Basile mentally braced himself for some sort of impact. He didn’t expect anyone to approach him right away, but he knew it was bound to happen at some point. He quickened his pace and within seconds he was at the Osiris front gate. He stared at the magnificent edifice that was Osiris. His left leg was slightly shaking as he rocked back and forth on his toes; he was happy, but still a little angry from realizing his impending financial issues. Every time Basile looked up at Osiris, he couldn’t help but smile a bit. Osiris completely changed his life. It was almost hard to believe that by just simply turning around he would be faced with the greatest nightmare of childhood years. Osiris gave Basile the sense of belonging that Anubis forced out of him. Unfortunately, there was no way for him to completely erase the foul memories that scared his past; all he had to do to remember them was turn around. He passed by Anubis everyday since his transfer to Osiris without ever taking a single step across the street. Basile decided years ago that he would never have anything to do with that hellhole again. Tomorrow was different. Basile knew he had to win, and not just for the satisfaction of winning. He needed to come out on top; that was the only way he could take revenge on the Nebula Corporation for ruining his family. Basile’s eyes started to narrow as his gaze was shifting to turn and face Anubis, but he stopped half way because someone caught his eye; he would recognize that head of hair anywhere.

Irritated, Basile stared at the money in his hand one last time. He sighed. "I could always say I lost it…or I could just break his hands so he wont be able to play cards again…" Basile muttered to himself, but shook his head in regret. "If I tell him I lost it, he may decide to charge interest…and if I break his hands now…that would be worse for me than it would be for him." Basile sighed. There was no way out of it; Basile was going to gain yet another hole in his life savings. Basile quietly made his way behind his teammate. He tilted his head back a bit, trying to relax. The last thing he wanted was to get into a monetary dispute with a teammate right before the exams tomorrow. Basile quickly brushed some of his wispy black hair back over his right eye to cover the scar that marked his unshared handicap. Now settled, Basile stared into the back of Chase’s head. ’If he was just going to sleep, he should’ve stayed home…’ Basile frowned as he reached his hand over Chase’s head.

The crumpled roll of cash fell from his hand and down onto Chase’s person as he nudged his teammate in the back with his the side of his foot. "Here." Basile stated in a monotonous voice as he stepped beside the lump in the sidewalk. He didn’t care if the money landed safely in Chase’s lap or if it blew away in the street; it wasn’t his problem now. Basile’s stone-blank eyes gazed down at Chase as he stood facing the road. "Look presentable; you’re giving Osiris a bad name." A new crooked half-smile appeared on his face. "I envy you, you know that? Just because you’re more approachable than I am, you’re going to be fawned over by a bunch of screaming girls. I wonder how many times you’ll hear ’I love you Chase’ or ’Marry me Chase’ today? Hmmm? It seems like so much fun. Don’t get me wrong though, I’ll be happily cheering you on from the sidelines, okay?” Basile’s smile was quickly replaced with a teasing smirk. Yeah, Basile knew that he himself would be getting a good amount of attention too, but an early morning teasing never hurt anyone. The sounds of traffic were slowly starting to get a little louder as the day was just beginning.









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❝ I wont let you get in my way...
I swore to find out the truth...
and I will.!❞

[K u R O -x- K e I]

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TSitting on the back of a motorcycle with Chase behind the wheel was not a comforting thought. And telling himself this lazy b*****d does this every day over and over again in his head would never settle his uneasy nerves. And why was that? Because, no matter how many times he prayed to whoever would listen, the fact that Chase always appeared to be half awake was something that would never make itself untrue. So simply, the issue Basile had now was that he had practically handed his life over to this guy, and there was no way to convince himself everything will be alright. Basile had countless empty-ended threats to all of his teammates, and even if he had the right to follow through with it, he obviously never did. The reason obviously was because there was no way he would risk the finals by hurting his teammates. The usual threat of death coming from someone like Basile works because of his serious nature, most people would think he would actually kill someone if they failed. He wouldn't actually think about killing someone out of anger or fear...until now. Basile was more than serious about pushing Chase off his own bike if he thought for even a second his life was in danger. Truth was, no matter how much he could say he didn't mind, or even liked his teammates, his paranoia blocked out his ability to trust them. Basile ignored Chase's comment. The guy probably thought this threat was the same as the others he had made in the past, and there was no way he would even consider wasting his time trying to convince Chase that he meant it this time. Nothing good would come from it; the attempt would probably land Basile in a mental hospital for some secret homicidal tendencies that he did not have...or something along those lines. Basile was usually an honest guy; sometimes too honest. Before he had to worry about the final exams, he could recall quite a few times he had made girls who were interested in him cry because he had turned them down. But on each of those occasions, Basile could not just settle with a simple "no." It wasn't like he meant to hurt their feelings, but on each occasion, that simple answer turned into a list of reasons why he wasn't or would never be interested in that girl, maybe some of her faults, and then the "no" at the end.

Setting that aside, despite his honest nature, before the exams and his issues at home, Basile was bad at one thing that most honest people were good at: keeping a promise. There were many times in Basile's life that he had promised something, and had not kept his word. Basile never really saw the harm in breaking a small promise. But after his father faked his death, Basile swore he would set things right and find out the truth and if he and his father were right in their suspicions, Basile would make sure the entire world saw the truth! That promise was the promise that he knew he would keep over any other promise. And now that Chase had his life in the palm of his lazy and seemingly sluggish hands (that, in Basile's eyes, only did work when they were either training or competing to get their slot in the finals), there was no way he could actually relax. Chase could mess up his entire plan!! Basile's stone-dead eyes were staring down at his nervously folded hands in his lap when Chase continued to take his threat as something he shouldn't worry about. He looked up at Chase, his right eye completely covered by overly-long bangs that he failed to cut in awhile and his left eye piercing into Chase's amused eyes with a look that would make even death itself cower in fear. With the mix of his usual emotionless eyes and a hateful scowl, Basile didn't think an audible response would be needed; the look itself would give any sort of answer that Chase would need. Just as he tore his eyes away from Chase's, the high-pitched voices of two girls calling out to the two boys cracked like lightening in his ears.

Basile knew he should be used to this by now...ever since his team achieved their position in the exams, there had been plenty of girls (and guys too) who called out to him to wish him luck. Usually, Basile was nice enough to answer, but this time he didn't really feel like it. There was a good chance if he opened his mouth now, he would say something that he would regret. Most people knew not to bother Basile when he was in testy mood. Unfortunately for most of those people, they could never really tell if he was in a good mood or a bad mood until he opened his mouth. And the fact that the two girls called him by his first name did not go unnoticed, especially since Chase just had to mention it to him. "Shut up, ignore them, and drive..." Basile spat; his mood clearly gone sour. Sometimes, Basile had to wonder why all of the girls could never just take a hint. How many girls had he turned down in the past? How many had he made cry? And still they decided to show any sort of interest in him. Even if it was as simple as calling out his name, was it really any of their business if he was going to wipe the floor with the entire Anubis team? Did they have a say in how he was going to base the Osiris team's strategies? Did they really matter? The simple answer: No!! Basile didn't see the need to take an interest in any of the Osiris student's opinions of him; good or bad, because they didn't matter. They could love him to death, but no matter how much support anyone tries to give him and the team, Basile knew that the only thing that would decide which team passes the exams in the end is the skill of each team.

Before pressure of the exams was placed on his shoulders, Basile was still shown some flattery by both the girls and guys in his classes. But now that he was actually going to compete, that normal, more "tolerable" flattery had been blown out of proportion by the entire student body to a level that wasn't really necessary (in Basile's opinion anyway).

Despite his usual uncaring nature, as well as his usually unfriendly appearance, Basile wasn't considered anti-social. He spoke to people, and listened to them too. He knew who to be sarcastic with and who to be nice to. So the little display of hate he was showing on the back of Chase's bike was rather unusual for Basile. He wasn't always "happy-smile, I love world", but he wasn't this bad. Basile watched Chase respond to the to girls from an off-gaze; Basile's head was still tilted towards the concrete beneath the bike. He listened to Chase's sugar-coated voice with a half-amused, half-disgusted feeling. Even though Basile, to most, was like a closed book with a million high-security locks keeping it shut for no one to read, he could read most people like a book. And even though Chase wasn't always the easiest person to reason, Basile heard the false-kindness in his voice as if he responded to them by saying "Go away, I don't need your luck", instead.

As Chase turned the key and the engine roared to life, Baslie nearly fell off the bike. His fear of motorized vehicles were mainly set with just trains, buses, and boats. But still, he would rarely ride in a car; he didn't even have a drivers license! The fact that motorcycles were even more dangerous than cars was no secret to Basile. And the driver of the motorcycle was Chase...so a dangerous driver driving a dangerous vehicle; he was nervous. Even though he knew it was fear, Basile refused to recognize his uneasiness as something so low as that. And as far as he knew, none of his teammates were aware of his fear of public transportation and his nerves about cars and other motorized vehicles. The easiest way for him to hide his fear was to have an attitude. Unfortunately for Basile, his left foot wasn't helping him; it was shaking impatiently as he kicked at the back side of the vehicle. When Chase turned to lecture him about his smile, Basile gave him another look; this one much worse than the previous one. "If you don't start driving soon, I'll kill you and your cat. Then maybe I wont have to see that counterfeit smile on your face again." His tone lacked any sort of amusement, and Chase's comment bugged him even more since he mentioned the puppy. Basile was, openly, a dog person; and everyone who knew him knew it to be true. He especially enjoyed the company of puppies. And in turn, one of the few things Basile knew about Chase was that he had a cat. So he decided to use that to his advantage. Another few seconds passed, and Basile was getting frustrated. He was still looking at the ground, so couldn't see what Chase was looking at. But he did notice that his attention was elsewhere (not that Basile ever felt Chase was truly paying attention to him). As he was about to knock Chase on the head with a fist and yell at him to "just go!", Chase announced their leave, "Finally..." Was all Basile mumbled as Chase started to the bike and kicked off.

The short ride felt like it took years.

He had to admit, Chase was a better driver than he had thought. But the way he drove was so...reckless that Basile had to close his eyes. Chase's warning was drowned out from the rumble of the engine, and no matter how nervous he was, there was no way he would hold onto Chase. He didn't want to lower himself to such that. So, Basile grabbed at the back of the boy's collar with his small, bony fingers. As he felt the movement of the bike under him, and the push of the wind against his face, Basile's eyes remained nailed-shut; he refused to open his eyes. The twists, turns, and speed of the bike was so unreal that Basile felt his heart sink further and further down as each second passed. When the bike slid to a stop, Basile noticed that he unconsciously had tightly linked his arms around Chase's waist. So when Chase turned to face him, he movement made him look up into the older boy's brown-ish red eyes that screamed all sorts of mockery at him. As Chase gave him the order to let go, Basile was already climbing off the back of the bike. His breath was shaky and he felt a little sick to his stomach. his stone-grey eyes glared into the trunk of a tree that he recognized as the one that sat between the gap that separated both Anubis and Osiris. Then it hit him: "We went in a circle!! You lazy b*****d...you did this on purpose!! We're goi--" Basile started to lecture the older boy, but then the second truth hit him: They were now on the Anubis side. Not that that was any better. Ever since he Anubis, he swore he would never set foot on this side of the road again. When Chase spoke again, Basile noticed whatever he said wasn't directed towards him. That was when he noticed the two girls in front of them. 'Oh...That's why...' he thought to himself, losing all fire in his mood. Basile was now, officially, back to his neutral attitude.

With a blank gaze, he studied the two girls in front of him. Of course he knew who they were, how could he not know? There were his competition. He knew the hyper-looking girl with blue-teal colored hair as Nicolle Rias. She was 18-years-old and had the mentality of five year old...well that was what he concluded from her files and the information he was able to steal from some computers and online blogs. The other girl with the short brown hair and the wide eyes that made her look like a lost puppy, was (if he remembered correctly) Eden Isgard. She was also 18-years-old and was known by her peers as a rather quiet girl who, from what his research told him, was also seen as rather strange, and many people found it odd that she even made it to the exams. Basile had only seen pictures of the her, as well as the other girl, on some Anubis student's blogs that he had managed to hack to get the codes and sources of information files of the four students he would competing against. From what he could observe, Nicolle was exactly as he had imagined her to be. Eden, one the other hand was a little different than he imagined because the information he had pulled on her was so conflicting, that it was hard for Basile to actually make any sort of judgement. And now that he was face to face with the confusing girl, he still didn't know what to make of her. Basile calmly shook his head, readjusting the messy black mop that was he hair to fall back over his right eye and cover the scar and any signs of his damaged pupil that blocked his vision. What was he going to do? He figured Chase was just playing dumb not knowing the girls. He had a good feeling that the older boy didn't know the girl's names and information as well as he did (or at all), but Basile knew he wasn't actually stupid. 'So this was what had his attention...' He concluded in the back of his mind. But now that Chase played his hand, Basile wasn't sure how he should follow.

Suddenly, Chase's advice from earlier entered his mind. Even though he had threatened to kill Chase's cat in response to the advice, Basile didn't forget it. In addition to not smiling a lot because he didn't see the need, there was another reason why Basile didn't smile much...and this was a good chance to show Chase this other reason. There was no doubt in Basile's mind that Chase was aware of the fact that Basile's eyes never reflected any emotion, it was a hard thing not to notice. But his usual attitude worked well with his dead-pan gaze, that is...until he flashes a non-sarcastic, real smile.

He let out a quiet sigh to release any remaining frustrations that still clung to him from when he had to endure Chase's crazy driving skills. Next, he situated what would usually be a pleasant smile on his face and turns to look up at Chase with his dead eyes. It wasn't that the look was horrifying or disgusting, it was just odd to look at. While his eyes were still on Chase, Basile started, "Yes, please excuse my language from before," As he spoke, he fixed his odd look on Eden so by the end of his opening statement he was looking at her. "But you were looking at me and my friend here a few seconds ago," he obviously didn't know if she was or wasn't. He just guessed considering Chase probably would have left her alone if she was just minding her own business. "Is there something we can help you with?" Basile finished with a light-hearted, slightly friendly tone; odd smile still present. He held the look for a few more seconds, and his face immediately reverted back to his normal neutral, stone-faced gaze. Basile turned his head towards Chase again, his eyes gazing slightly upward into the older boy's eyes again. "And that is why I don't smile. Is that a good enough reason for you?" He said in his usual sarcastic tone as though he had forgotten that the two girls were still there. His foot was tapping again in a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

No one, probably, saw that coming!









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❝ I wont let you get in my way...
I swore to find out the truth...
and I will.!❞

[K u R O -x- K e I]

FxRxAxNx

xxxA {s n a r k y} KIDxxx

Don't {k i l l} yourself,
for the sake of being original.
We've all heard you're a genius,
but I have yet to {s e e} it.
I may be your cute rookie, but please,
Let me take off this
!!!!! S T U P I D H A T !!!!!

xxVARIA'S new and improved MISTxx

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Even though Fran had followed Bel to the beach and had been with him the entire time, he didn't let the older boy know. He wasn't spying or hiding in a mist illusion or anything like that, it as just that the young Varia rookie refused to go out into the sun. So since he wasn't going to actually hang around, Fran didn't see the need to tell him he was there. Fran sat in the tall branches of some unnatural tree that was placed close enough to his sempai to watch his frustration and anger get to him. It was amusing to watch his fellow guardian, but Fran had to admit he understood what Bel was feeling. Fran didn't want to be a baby sitter either (wasn't he younger than those kids anyway?) . The only reason Fran had decided to take the mission a little seriously as because Bel's immaturity was entertaining. Alas, since he had no intention of letting his sempai know of his presence, Fran refrained from making any audible comments...it did not stop him from thinking about possible comments he could make. His young mind allowed him to find much humor in his sempai's strange ways, yet his eyes remained level and clear of any recognition; they almost looked possessed. But despite his gaze, Fran managed to put on a small, very faint smile that just tugged at the corner of his lips. He wanted to say something so badly, but as a boy trained in the art of illusions, Fran had quite a lot of patience for someone his age.

The calming scene ended when suddenly, the earpiece kept under the stupid hat Bel forced him wear crackled in his hear with static of an explosion and the voice of their demonic boss, Xanxus, quickly following. Fran had to admit that the sudden explosion of static mixed with the loud roars coming from a nearby apartment building did surprise him, but he didn't Flinch or even turn to look at the rising column of smoke and ash. Fran didn't even pay attention to what his strange boss had to say! He sarcastically sighed in a very over-dramatic manner. "Ooooi~ Time already? So much for having time off..." Fran's voice droned as he apathetically shrugged. Even though he was considered to be a child by his fellow Varia by both his lack of experience as well as his young age, Fran didn't appreciate games and spare time like most children. So cutting their "day off" short by an hour or 12 as fine by him. Of course Bel would be alright with this change. Fran knew from personal experience that his sempai enjoyed the site of blood; both the blood of others as well as his own. Fran watched Bel and Lussuria take towards their transport. The fallen prince was on the move...It was time for Fran to leave too.

Quickly and silently, Fran soared out of the tree into the forest of the Nagasaki apartment buildings, hotels, and condos. He was aware that his order was to return to HQ for some interrogation of some sort, but Fran also wanted to take a peak at the damage that his boss had caused. Fran landed on the roof of a building two buildings down from the damaged Perso dwellings. From what he could see, the building wasn't completely destroyed, but it was clearly a mess and a room or two had successfully been completely demolished. The young mist guardian was rather impressed with the masterpiece Xanxus had created all on his own. Satisfied with his finding, Fran finished his journey back to the HQ Xanxus had set up for them.

Once Fran had made his way back to the Varia HQ, it didn't take him too long to find where everyone had gathered. He entered the room, not seeing a need to announce his arrival, and stood off to the side to first observe the scene. In addition to the usual (unwelcoming) company of Squalo, Lussuria, and Bel, there were two unknown girls tied to a bed; he figured they were the hostages that Xanxus had mentioned. Fran noticed the ear plugs in Lussuria's ears as well as the disappointment in Squalo's expression. As for Bel, he was clearly ready to start spilling the blood of the two children they had kidnapped. Fran started to make his way behind the psychotic prince when one of the girls was just waking up. He couldn't help but note that both girls would be around his current age which did surprise him a little bit...yet he didn't show any reaction to his observation. The two girls may be children, but that wouldn't stop Bel from skinning them alive...Fran could easily vouch for the truth in that.

When Bel decided who he was going to torture, Fran listened with disinterested gaze in his eyes. He stood directly behind the boy keeping some distance between them, and listened to the Prince's sick words that described his choosing. "Sempai~" Fran complained as he walked to stand next to Bel instead of behind him. "I am starting to believe that torturing children is actually hobby of yours." He commented, trying to imply something else by using something he knew to be true on a personal level. In reality, what bugged Fran was not the comment about who would scream louder, but actually the first question he asked the girl. It seemed like a rather unintelligent question, and the response he received only supported his opinion even more. "Bel Sempai...for someone who is supposed to be a genius, that was a rather stupid question" Fran chimed in once more. He couldn't help but make the comment sound like an insult (which it kind of was either way), but there had to be at least one more person in the room who agreed with him.

The choice in who the hostages were was one that Fran wasn't very pleased with. So if he had to replace Bel due to stupid questions that were not only useless (which was part of the plan) but an unintelligent choice, Fran would have to decline. He wouldn't mind if he had to kill them in a real fight or in a surprise attack, but torturing was not really his style. So for now, Fran made it his job to simply comment from the sidelines on whatever Bel did...he considered his role the same as "back seat driving". And so, Fran continued to stand there in silence.

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ooc//Fran intro post...Kinda fail but then again it's a first attempt~
With his age and the time we are roleplaying at...I am assuming that Fran is around 13 or 14 because the start of the roleplay was a time skip where Tsuna and friends are now in high school~ So yeah...TYL minus 7 or 8 years??

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The {c r a z e d} PERSO SUN {r u n--a w a y} Prince

In the darkness that laughs in {r e d}...
The {f o o l i s h} words that were spilled.
Every time a breath was {r e l e a s e d}...
Is very similarx||xto that {h a t e}

...So that {t h e y} never touch me again
And those {w a r p e d} memories
That laugh at my sorrowx||xBut I {l a u g h} too;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...While I destroy your sanity

Ciel Taiyou Perso
He'll drive you crazy

The response Ciel received was not the one he was expecting. Where were the tempers? The distasteful words? The blood? Ciel's right eye narrowed a bit. His fake pissed off attitude was becoming very real. His left hand, the one with the 'invisible' gun, was slightly shaking. He wasn't stupid enough to shoot anyone right then, but Ciel was actually struggling against his urge to shoot Reusel in the face. Ciel swiped a quick glance at the food on the table and made a disgusted face. First, he wasn't actually hungry. He just wanted to make more work for Reusel. And second, he had never seen such a simple breakfast in his entire life; it was repulsing. As Reusel started his next sentence, Ciel thought it would be pointless to actually listen to what he was saying. Maybe he would just leave now and never return...get a new bank account, change his name and cellphone number? Then the words "disciplinary training processes" entered his mind. Who just said that? It couldn't have been Reusel. That guy did not just say the reason he pestered Ciel to return was so he could go through disciplinary training, right? Ciel stared at Reusel for a second or two in total disbelief. His face was expressionless, but he was ready to explode.

Unfortunately, due to what happened at the Perso headquarters in Italy, that wouldn't be a smart idea. He already killed a bunch of hitmen and security guards there. He still thought that that little even was fun and amusing, at the time anyway, but he knew that it would come back around to bite him in the a** eventually. With all of that already in play, trying to kill the Perso 8th, right now, would be suicide. 'I'll wait a week or two...maybe three, just to be safe,' Ciel slightly smirked. He knew that waiting also would require him to stick around. As much as it pained him to be under the same roof as Reusel, and Satoshi...and Alice...and that gale girl...and that creepy mist person, and everyone else that just happened to be stuck here. "Psssh, you know Reu-chan, I could kill all of you here and walk out physically and mentally unscathed, right?" Ciel started, implying he wanted all of them dead, "But I guess I have no choice now, do I? Considering you probably heard something about what happened 'back there', right?" Ciel stared at Reusel, his right eye dark and blank. He wondered what the others in the room, the ones who knew him at least, were thinking when they heard Ciel give in so easily. But if any of them knew about his little adventures in Italy, he figured they shouldn't be surprised that he'd give in so easily. Any one of them in that room would probably prefer to live than be tortured and/or killed by the Perso elders...both of which were one in the same. "By the way..." Ciel added, just remembering what had occurred outside the building, "If you see an extra 95,700 yen appear on some bill in the near future...I don't know anything about it.~" Ciel sneered. How could he forget that he charged his Limo ride to Reusel. A thousand dollars never killed anyone, right? Ciel just shrugged after that and made his way over to where the food was.

His eyes gazed at the few faces that were still in the room. He hadn't failed to notice Satoshi had left when he arrived nor had he failed to notice the white haired boy ran after him. Ciel quickly glared at the boy with the plate in his hand who was standing next to the girl who he knew was the Perso Gale. Ciel never had actually met the boy, but he recognized him as one of the guardians from the files he received prior to his initial trip to Japan, which guardian he was though, was a mystery. As he picked up an apple from the food on the table, Ciel slightly smirked as he stared the two up and down, giving them a look a murderer would give right before he kills his victims. "Satoshi's got a dog now huh?" Ciel stated the rather sarcastic question to the two. He continued to look at the boy, taking his gaze off of Akito, "I'm Ciel, dumb-a**. You're family's sun guardian. I'm surprised your great leader here hasn't mentioned me. I would think Reu-chan would be the type of person to slit someone's throat if they just mentioned my name!" Ciel's smirk turned into a malicious grin, "And you...You're one of the various other guardians. Though which one you are, and your name, I don't really care to know. Pretty boy's like you are all the same. You all put on fake airs, and are, in the end, totally useless." He said, absently tossing the uneaten apple onto the floor next to the younger boy's feet. What a great way to make a first impression.

Ciel wasn't done quite yet. There was one more person who had caught his attention. His gaze turned sharply to stare at the unknown face in the crowd of Perso in the room. Due to his long absence, Ciel was unaware that the Perso were in the company of another family. But what caught his attention wasn't the fact that this guy wasn't a Perso, but what was in his hand. His eye narrowed as he stared at the gun in brunette's hand for a few seconds. Because Ciel was used to the odd way his own gun worked, he could never shoot a regular gun and hit. Therefore, Ciel hated guns...but only because he couldn't shoot one. First off, Ciel's gun reacts to his sun flame, which allows the odd angle on which he olds to to react with any human's optical nerves to make it appear as though it had completely vanished; it worked against sun flames too. And second, which is the main reason for his hate of regular guns, Ciel's gun didn't shoot straight because the weapon's bullets reacted to natural energy and light current angles and followed them to reach a target. To actually be able to use the weapon, Ciel had memorize numerous angles and movements and permanently instill the processes in his muscles. It took him a good two years to perfect his use of it. But because of it's intricate design, the secret behind how the gun worked and how to defeat it was rather difficult to figure out, especially during the pressure of a fight. Ciel's daggers worked very similarly to his gun. The reason he was a dangerous opponent was because his attacks almost seemed like the never happened, which was why Ciel was a little annoyed at the guy in front of him.

"You...the one holding the piece of s**t in his hand," Ciel said, his right eye piercing into the boy's hand. "How did you, a worthless little nobody who shoots a toy like that, see and shoot my dagger down?" Ciel looked at the older boy. For the first time today, he actually sounded serious; which he was. His gaze had now come full circle as he stared at Reusel again. Ciel had some sort of idea where this little "training" thing was going, and he was sure as hell not happy about it. "Considering the fact that I would never allow myself to be trained by you, Reu-chan..." He started off, his thoughts coming together. "Who will be training me in this disciplinary way you spoke of? If I don't like the answer, I am going to kill you, and everyone else here...and then walk out the front door as though I nothing happened..." Ciel's voice was dark and stiff; more than serious with no hints of sarcasm. And he wasn't sarcastic in the least. If that piece of s**t guy with the piece of s**t gun was going to train him, Ciel would screw waiting a week or two...He would get it over with there and now.





ooc// Ciel's up! With a just as equally failing post style as Itsu-Yin's....and yes, they do have the same coding scheme because I am too lazy to make something new...xPP Have fun with Ciel all of youuuu~~

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[K u R O -x- K e I]

The {c r a z e d} PERSO SUN {r u n--a w a y} Prince

In the darkness that laughs in {r e d}...
The {f o o l i s h} words that were spilled.
Every time a breath was {r e l e a s e d}...
Is very similarx||xto that {h a t e}

...So that {t h e y} never touch me again
And those {w a r p e d} memories
That laugh at my sorrowx||xBut I {l a u g h} too;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...While I destroy your sanity

Ciel Taiyou Perso
He'll drive you crazy

Ciel's serious attitude was half replaced with something relatively new; pure anger. Most of the anger Ciel ever presented was either sarcastic anger or just pissed-off anger. Rarely did Ciel ever care enough to feel past the first (i.e. sarcasm and pissed) and just felt the anger. He glared at Shinji in total disgust as Shinji started to lose it over a stupid toy. When Shinji brought up Ciel's aim, Ciel cracked a self-righteous smile, "Are you ******** stupid!" Ciel shouted; he didn't ask. "My aim is probably infinately better than yours, Jackass! You shoot a weapon that even a dead person could dodge because they could your exact aim! I could shoot you right now, and you'd never know what hit you." Ciel commented, sneering at what he viewed to be simply as this guy's uneducated pointless claims. Claims that were being turned right back around at him, that is. After a second or two, something seemingly just clicked in his mind. This guy's attitude was vaguely familiar...what a*****e cloud guardian did he know with the same sense of stupidity? "Are you that guy's brother or something? It's not just because you both have that same stupid face," Ciel started, "You both have the common sense of a ******** drunk rat much less the attitude of one. A cloude and some useless jackass who thinks he's important or something...priceless!" Ciel laughed a bitter laugh, mockingly tilting his head to the side.

After Shinji pointed his gun at him, Ciel had pretty much stopped caring for the moment. He just figured if the guy tried to shoot at him, he wold just doge the bullet anyway; he had more than enough time anyway. The words star and useless practically went in one year and out the other. 'Just because you're a start or whatever doesn't mean you're not useless... Ciel thought to himself as he was actually about to just get up and leave. But something the a*****e in front of him said caught him off guard...left behind? Ciel knew that the Perso didn't leave him anywhere nor was he forced to stay behind. The only reason he didn't come down to Nagaski after he left Italy was because he ******** hated the Perso. He didn't WANT to come! The one thing Ciel could think of that Shinji could mean was his mother. She was the only person Ciel had ever felt "left him behind". Even though Ciel had witnessed her murder, he had no memory of it. After his psychotic breakdown in England, he went down on a killing-spree through Europe. When he was in Italy, that was when he was reconnected with his distant routes within the Perso...with no memory of anything he had done. All of his memories, as well as the murder that set him off, were all hidden and locked away in his left eye, which was why he was instructed to keep that eye closed. The Perso had even given him fake memories of what happened! And those fake memories were what brought up the idea that Shinji wasn't talking about the Perso, but maybe referencing something about his mother. Now, instead of half angry...he was totally indulged in his own outrage.

He was filled with hatred. Enough so to set him off even further than Reusel probably knew was possible for Ciel without him actually having the intent to kill someone. Ciel stood in complete silence, totally toning out his surroundings, both visually and audibly . He was driven by one thing; his need to know what he thought Shinji knew...even when Shinji in reality knew nothing. "You ******** little b***h..." Ciel started, right after Shinji had just threatened to kill him if he insulted him one more time. "If you know anything about what you just said," Ciel raised the hand with the gun it. The weapon invisible and on what would've appeared to anyone a totally off angle (if the could see it). "You better start talking you little p***k! Because if you know what you're talking about, I'll make sure I get what I want out of you!" Ciel nearly screamed; way more than yelled. He pulled the trigger twice, one on a high angle over his head and back, and one on a side angle and relatively downward. Lucky for Ryuujin, the bullets were shot too early to hit him, or even come close to hitting him. And lucky for Shinji, Ciel's eye patch was still over his left eye...because if it wasn't, Ciel wouldn't have purposely placed the angles just off so the bullets would fly passed either side of his head. Ciel didn't doubt that Shinji was aware close those billets were place; barely centimeters off from both of his ears.

During his outrage, Ciel didn't bother to take an note of the exchange between the pinkish haired guy and Reusel When the other guy went to stop Shinji's side of the exchange, Ciel noticed a little too late what was going to stop his side. At first, nothing seemed out of place, but that only lasted a second. Suddenly, a cold numbing pain erupted in his neck and traveled all the way down his spine and out. Ciel stiffly turned his head to look at Reusel behind him holding a syringe with a good sized needle. It took him an extra second to realize the syringe itself was empty, but he had a pretty good feeling where the contents had just gone. "Youu, fuc--ing bih--" Ciel barely said as a wave of nausea as well as intense fatigue, heaviness, and lightheadedness all crashed down on him at once. He kind of felt as if he just ran into a brick wall. Ciel's head was spinning, enough to make his vision foggy causing his eyes to water a bit. Even standing felt like a burden as the short time side effects started to work their magic. The floor seemed to rush at him a bit as he kind of just slumped tiredly to his knees. No matter how robotic Reusel put himself out to be, Ciel had no doubt in his mind, well what he could think about clearly at the time anyway, that Reusel was enjoying this. Out of context, Ciel sort of looked like he was on his knees and crying to him!

After making his way down to slumping on the floor, Ciel felt a little less stress on his mind to talk a little more freely. "Are you cr-razy...you ******** moron...How am...am I supposed t-to train when I can't even stand up--"" Ciel slowly stated, his tone clearly bitter. He had lost most of his ability to stand for the time being, yelling was certainly out of the question now! His eyes, half-opened and slightly hazy, but filled with enough hate to still look like he was glaring, stared at Shinji. No amount of anesthetic would take away his ability to be pissed off; ever. "There's noooo way...no way I'll improve on anything now, you ******** idiot...Reu-chan---The second this wears off---I'm going to kill you. " Ciel managed to smile still, even thought he felt like he had just ran 20 miles; he sounded a bit winded. Ciel had totally ignored the instructions Reusel had given him, blatantly expressing it by shakily climbing to his feet...and walking in the the opposite direction.

As he started to leave the general area and head for the front door, Ciel stopped, kind of swaying a bit, and perched his head wear over his shoulder. [******** you. Reu-chan...Good. Bye."

Ciel stated in very sharp, accented words...as sharp as he could make them anyway. He grabbed at what he thought was a poison dagger out of the seems in his vest, but what was really one regular dagger, and one bomb dagger. Ciel lazily through them over his shoulder. he wanted it to go for Reusel's face, but the regular one went flying in front of Ryuu and Shinji's feet, while the bomb one landed only a few feet behind himself; and near no one else. The bomb went off as it made contact with the ground, knocking off balance and off his feet, making him backwards on his head. His eyes were more than hateful as he let out an irritated yell, [******** you, Reu-chan! Go die in some test-tube like the weird zombie you are!" Ciel shouted openly based insult at Reusel, mainly because he was frustrated with himself and his current lack of abilities...and was just blaming everyone else...as usual. Honestly, Ciel knew nothing about Reusel's past. he just lazily and half-drugged based his insult on Reusel's personalty, or lack of, and linked it to your classic frankenstein movie.

Ciel just lay on the floor, his face twisted in a scowl as he was pondering all the ways he could murder Reusel and after killing him...what would be the perfect way to destroy his body. Of course, he planned to do this second the drugs wore off. Ciel was going to make Reusel regret his choice to use the drug...that included while the drug was still in effect. No matter how pleasing his thoughts of revenge were, Ciel just kept glaring at the ceiling...he was also slightly shaking, forcing himself not to laugh at the impending torment he was going to put Reusel through. 'He'll get his... Ciel's thoughts echoed pleasantly in his own mind. "Oh yes...I am going to kill you~"" Ciel smiled hatefully in a eerie sing-songish voice that sounded like it was out of a horror movie. His expression was just frightening now. No matter how weak he felt physically, he looked as though he was a demon being forced down so he wont rip someone to shreds. "Stupid Reu-chan~" Ciel laughed. His laugh was probably one of the most demonically real laughs any human had ever heard. It could be said, by now, Ciel had lost it. He was going to get his revenge...and that started now....




Ooc// You have no idea how badly I wanted to make him laugh like a crazy monster...you know...like how Light laughs in the last episode of Death Note? Or that creepy laugh that Lelouch had? Yeah...like that. Anyway, have fun~
(sorry that this is so scary long)

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Eyes sharp, senses open, gun ready; It's World War two Japan, it's only natural. The blond soldier, although supposedly born and raised in Japan, had only joined the fight because it looked like "fun." He had no interest in foreign affairs, nor did he care one way or another if humans died or not. Well, that's how he felt before he joined this fight. He wasn't the same now. Now, he had something to protect; two people. One was gone, and he wasn't going to let the other one die. He messed up once, and he refused to mess up again. Stepping backwards, hearing a loud crack, the blond soldier turned around, and without hesitation, immediately shot his gun. Of course, there was no one there. His paranoia levels were higher than average, even if he couldn't die in this fight, the sensation was all too real. Suddenly, an intense wave of smoke and ash hit him, and he chocked at the toxic fume's mercy. Where was he? What was he doing again?

The blond soldier looked around once more, and his face drained of any color. A building all too familiar to him, was quickly burning. Smoke rose in neat columns, and flames danced around wildly. He heard the screaming of someone inside, and immediately tried to take action. But something hit him across the neck and wrist, exposing old scars and nearly slicing his hand clean off. The soldier let out a mortal cry of pain; so this is what it was like to be killed in war? He tried to stand once more, ignoring his unseen attacker, his only goal was to save the person within that burning house. But as he stumbled within a few inches of the door frame, the house collapsed, and the soldier fell to his knees. He was weak, bleeding, and devastated. And staring over him was a familiar face from 1000 years ago, and---

"NO!"

Naph woke up screaming, sweating, and short of breath. His dull, gray eyes were wide with terror, and his arm was outstretched as if he was holding some sort of weapon. It didn't take him a long time to realize that the fear and terror he had just experienced was nothing more than a mortal's dream. And when he did, his lean arm dropped as though it had 20000 pounds of bricks attached to it. He gazed into his bed sheets, closed his eyes, and shook his head. 'Welcome back to earth, Mr. Leo.] Naph thought sarcastically to himself, letting out an amused laugh. "Such an uncool way to wake up on your first day back." He threw back his head as if he was in utter disbelief with himself. He was the lion, damn it! He was the king of beasts, feared by all! But in truth, that dream he just had scared him like it was real. Why did his first, mortal experience after so many years have to come in the form of his last one. Well, he was up now, so there was no use in complaining about it...especially if he wanted to get to school before Sebby and Evolet.

Not being as nearly smart as one would expect from a guardian, Naph didn't prepare the best set of clothing for life in the Southern Florida. Of course, he hated the style of the people around these parts anyway, so black skinny jeans in the heat would just have to do. He grabbed a pair that were fairly ripped around the knees and slid those on, only to realize they were too big. Now, Naph wasn't going to waste time randomly grabbing another pair and changing into those. No way. Naph was simply going to take one of the many scarves he had and string it through his belt loops and tie it off. Naph hated belts for sitting down with that annoying metal buckle was far too uncomfortable for him to deal with. Next, he grabbed a solid black tank top and a light weight button-up collared shirt with one long sleeve (the right) and one short sleeve (the left). The right sleeve on the black and white plaid shirt covered his entire arm to hide a tattoo from school officials as well as from his fellow guardians...and it also hides an inky black scar that bracelets his wrist. The left sleeve however was torn off because of the heat. He actually left one scar still visible, the one around his neck. Nut it was faded enough to not care as much about, and there was really no use hiding it. The one on his wrist was different only because it was given to him by a god, and he had failed to tell any of the guardians about it up until now.

Tying a black scarf around his messy blonde hair, which he didn't even taking the time to brush, Naph stared at himself in a mirror in his lonesome apartment as he attached three metal rings to the lower end of it to hang by his ear. He stared at his useless memorial to his first love. Rolling his eyes, annoyed at himself, Naph grabbed a silver wrist band and a bone, x-shaped necklace and ran out of his room. He didn't even take the time to eat the weird human's version of breakfast. He just slipped on a pair of black, lace-less sneakers, and ran out the door.

Naph had decided to live alone, away from the rest of the guardians because he didn't want any of them getting a glimpse at how he woke up today. Lucky for him, the apartment he resided in was only a few blocks away from the school, which guaranteed him the timing of getting their before Sebby and Evolet. On his way, Naph took the time to get used to walking in his new clothing. The last style he wore was from Japan, which were merely hand-me-downs from the twin brother of the rice farm siblings during World War Two. Even though the times had changed and modern clothing was much more popular, Naph could say that his legs did have a little more freedom in those clothes. Yet he could also say he was covered in a lot more dirt then too. His awkward strides did happen to bring him some attention from surrounding students. Most of whom either stared at him in total disbelief. He was clearly a good looking new-kid, but he was going to be a little "off" if he didn't clean up his act.

Once in the school, Naph's first objective was to get his and his brother's schedules. Naph needed some entertainment to fix the trauma his damned nightmare caused him. He made his way to the office passing by a girl who seemed to be in a bad mood. Naph let out a small "pfft." He had no idea who the blonde girl was, but it looked as though someone was experiencing a little more misfortune than he was. However, if he knew that she was a god, then he would have probably done something about it. He continued into the office and took a look around. It was a sad looking place, with a secretary or two, a vice principal with hat in his hand, probably the man that pissed off the girl he just passed. Naph approached one of the secretaries and, in his best 19-year-old, high school, American facade looked down at her with a blank, uncaring stare. Children these days didn't give a s**t about adults, right?

"Yo, I never received a copy of my schedule and...uuuh." Naph stopped himself. He could tell his disrespect towards mortal authority wasn't going to be easy. He had World War II to thank for that. "May I please have another copy of it? And my little brother's too!" Naph blurted out, being sure as to add that little statement about his little brother. Compared to his weirdness, the old secretary seemed totally calm and uninterested. "Names?" She asked in a monotonous voice. "Oh, uuuh...Naphiel and Sebastian Cael." Naphiel subconsciously grinned a toothy grin, exposing slightly inhuman, sharp teeth. The woman rolled her eyes and printed out two pieces of paper and handed them Naph. "Thank you very much--" Naph started to turn around, but the woman cut him off. "Young man, that scar on your neck. I know you're new here, but if you're experiencing any trouble at home, we have a counselor and--" Naph turned a sharp gaze on the woman who showed him pity. His light-less, silvery-blue eyes glared down at her, and Naph felt his anger rising.

"Kono kuso onna...Nani teme?! Fuzaken ja ne--" Naph had to stop himself, and just in time. He realized he had slipped into Japanese, and worse, he had his fist half raised. "Gome--I mean, I'm sorry. Just don't think so little of me..." Naph muttered, leaving the office before anyone could say anything to him. "Chikusho..." He spat, quickly making his escape, back towards the entrance, when the over excited screaming of two friends, or at least they appeared to be friends, caught his eye. He would've kept moving except one of them caused him to stand his ground; he stared at the brunette who the black haired girl just addressed as Anika.

As the man the raven haired girl had seemingly tried to, and successfully got to go away, made his leave, Naph had actually made his way towards them. But it took him a second or two to realize he was actually staring straight at her. He shook his head, clearing his mind, trying to find a way to cover up his stupidity. "How lame. You look like a wreck! Are you two really good friends?" Naph stated coldly. He turned to the raven haired girl and muttered under his breath, " 'Cause you should consider finding better friends." He just didn't want to look like an idiot. But instead, he managed to insult a girl he had never met before.

Very smart...


ooc// THE JAPANESE:
1) You b***h...Who do you think you are! Don't ******** with me (except he cut himself off).
2) About to apologize
3) Damn it
-It's shitty, I know...sorry-

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Of course, Naph didn't really mean what he said to the poor girl. He meant his statement to sound more encouraging. Kind of like an example for the real thing! Or maybe he just really can't communicate well with anyone; so it came out wrong when he said it. And when encouraging words come out "wrong" when they're being spewed from Naph's dirty mouth, they're bound to sound like the total opposite from what he really meant. He also had to take his own hide into account. Wasn't he the one who was stupidly staring off at some girl? He didn't want to look like an idiot on his first day. But what Naph really couldn't comprehend was why she looked so afraid of him. Didn't he look like every other really good-looking senior boy at their school? So why did she look like she was about to cry.

"O-oi?" Without realizing it, he had already managed to raise his hand close enough to wipe away the tears forming around the rims of her eyes. Even though it was an unconscious hate, Naph still hated the sight of tears; especially from a girl. And something about seeing this girl cry made his stomach churn. "Did you hear me? Or was I speaking in Japanese again you-"

He was about to brush the tips of neatly trimmed fingers along the small girl's eyelashes; to clean up that threatening tear he still couldn't realize was caused by his own words. But something came at his face from out of nowhere...a fist?

Naph took the blow, like any real man would. It didn't hurt at all! Okay, that wasn't entirely true. It hurt a little, but he could easily admit to experiencing far worse. There had indeed been a loud crack when the fist collided with his face. Or, to be more precise, the crack sounded just before he was punched in the jaw, and that was from being smart enough to brace his mortal neck and bones with his half-immortal teeth. But it was timed well enough that it could have possibly even fooled the person who through the punch at him in the first place. In all honesty, Naph didn't care if he was supposed to blend in on Earth. He took up the job for two reasons: One, it was something to do, and Two, there was a god he was looking for...and if that god was here on Earth, he would rip him to shreds. Naph developed a warped hatred for Earth during World War Two, so he wouldn't allow himself to be lured in by it's crazy human ways. Therefore, his teeth, although at first glance would look rather normal, were actually sharper than the average human's. There was no way he was going to go six months without some sort of defense.

The blow was nicely placed though. Definitely good enough to make him angry. He looked down at the person who punched him. A girl?

"Ba-ka-da~" Naphiel spoke in short, crisp syllables, grinning through clenched teeth; uncovering the demon lying underneath to the girl who foolishly tried to hurt him of all people. "I was afraid that this little girl's boyfriend was the one who through that punch. Good thing it was just another little girl. I was afraid that all the guys around here had grown weaker since the last time I was here. Thanks for clearing that up from me!" He sounded as sweet as possible for someone who was about to explode. That girl was lucky she was a girl.

However, even if she was a girl, she did punch him. And that pissed him off. Naph was really nothing more than an animal at heart; to him, it was always going to be survival of the fittest. There was a chance that he would have let this incident slide if the office lady hadn't bothered him about the scars on his neck. And if he didn't have the nightmare before he woke up, there would have been an even greater chance. He was already having a bad day, so it wouldn't matter if it got worse, right?

As the girl whom his murky gray eyes kept attaching themselves to was trying to pull her crazy friend away from him, Naph took the chance to get a little...payback. He grabbed the girl (Alice) by the wrist, the same hand that punched his jaw, and leaned over her--just enough to look both equally and suggestive at the same time.

"Or maybe you really are actually a pathetic little boy in girls clothing?" He knew she was a girl, but that made scaring the living daylights out of her a whole lot easier. "Which in that case, I would be happy to tear your skin clean off and bleed you dry. Although, you already wreak of blood so maybe just your clothes would---"

He stopped himself. Could normal humans smell blood? Probably not, right? Naph didn't allow time for a break, he needed to recover quickly. Out of all the guardians, he was supposed to be the most prone to animalistic behaviors (Or at least he thought so). Why? Because he had convinced himself long ago that he was nothing more than a monster. He let go of the girl's hand immediately, his eyes noticeably wider than they usually were as he recalled the words of the man--no, god--who ruined his life. Everyone around him was just going to end up dead. Incinerated into ash by his own likeness to the burning flame itself, right? He had already been hiding his cursed injury from the other guardians for a very long time, and the scars exposed around his neck had already given him trouble today. Naph tried to force a friendly smile. Didn't the girl he just threatened to attack ask who he was? Perfect place to start anew!

"Just kidding!" He laughed, slightly throwing his hands back as if defeated. "I didn't meant to anything like that, I guess I watched one too many horror movies last night or something. And I'm just bad at talking, you see, I'm not from around here. You asked me who I was, right?" He quickly nodded his head, sort of reassuring himself that he was doing the right thing, which he probably wasn't. "Ore wa Cael Naphiel desu. Onegai Shimasu!" He did it again. Frustrated with his stupidity once more, he l shook his head and laughed awkwardly, "I mean...I'm Npahiel Cael. But just call me Naph. Naphiel makes me sound French or Italian or something...it's weird. I'm kinda lost and looking for my dorky little brother, wanna help me look?"

Total change of character. But then again, Naph only has 3 modes on him: Angry, Stupid-Angry, or Stupid. There's no cutting corners with him. So stupid was his only escape in this mess--like every other mess he's ever gotten himself into. But for some reason, it only worked the best when he was up against Sebby. Everyone else seemed to either ignore his stupidity and walk away, or (at least try to) punch him in the face. Such is the life of a person who never thinks before he acts.

And then he realized...his eyes had made their way back to that girl again. 'Why the hell do I keep looking at--Oh wait, can she be the one?'

...He really doesn't think enough.


OOC// NAPHIEL'S LANGUAGE TRANSLATIONS
"Ba-ka-da~" or, "Baka-da", is "What you did was stupid!"
"Ore wa Cael Naphiel Desu" is technically just "I'm Naphiel Cael" (or Cael Naphiel) to be more specific xPP
"Onegai Shimasu" has no direct english meaning...it's just kinda like "Please take care of me/let's get along well" or whatever...

[K u R O -x- K e I]

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A sharp pain erupted from his temples, quickly traveling down to his feet and back up agin. The twisting and grinding of Nozomi's knuckles into his head felt a thousand times worse then they probably should thanks to his refusal to sleep at night. Zain was afraid to look at the older girl's face; he feared the chance there would be a demon there instead. She had a point that she was the one who healed him and the others during battle, but she wasn't in charge of him! He could say what he wanted and make all the jokes he felt like making, even if they were insulting. "Calm down you old hag!!" Zain shouted over her and the bristling of his hair being tangled together by her fists. "Maybe age has made you forgotten, but you're Orrin's sister, not mine!" He retorted, obviously not helping his own case. When she stopped her attack, he watched in disbelief as she simply pranced over to Naryu's side. It was like she was a different person! Did Naryu's status as a Maiden also mean that he was to be treated like dog poop? Of course, and he was used to it by now. He already realized it years ago when he started sneaking into the church. "Some mom you are, old hag..." Zain muttered under his breath.

Zain simply sat there, poking absently at the smoking logs of what was their fire for the night as Nozomi went to wake up Orrin. Orrin was another person in the party that Zain didn't exactly love either. There were times the kid was fun and acted like the little brother he never had. But when there's a "little brother figure" around, there's had to be some arguing going on. Zain watched curiously as Orrin knelt down next to him and poked at the ashes like the little kid he was. It would have been cute, except he opened his mouth. "Respect your elders, brat." Zain spat. Like sister, like brother; always telling him what to do. At least Nozomi did have a year or two on him, but Orrin just had the knowledge. It wasn't his fault that he decided to skip out on school for most of his life...(okay, it was. But that's not the point here). When Orrin suggested that Naryu should go along with him and Nozomi, Zain's ears sort of twitched. He wasn't going to have Naryu walking around the mountain with them, especially with all of the Desians and monsters about.

He was about to interject with what he was going to try to make some heroic speech about how he was going to protect Naryu, but he stopped when the eerie voice of the usually quiet Evelyne crept into his ears. She didn't usually speak up that much, but she did have a point. Where did the bratty rich girl and her brute of a body guard run off to? He watched her, and scanned the line of trees into which she gazed. He listened to Naryu's comment about Lily, watching her nibble her lip in that oh-so-cute manner. Zain scoffed, "Ruru," Zain started, ignoring her plea to not call her that anymore, "You don't have to say something nice about someone when you don't actually think what you're saying is true. Take what I say for example! I think that Nozomi is like a cranky old lady, so I say it!" Zain grinned stupidly. He expected that Nozomi would punch him again for saying that, but he couldn't help himself.

The next person to join them was someone that Zain really didn't want to have to deal with this early in the morning. Orrin and Nozomi were enough, but Rhett...no way. Zain watched him carefully as he passed by with each step, listening to each word that escaped his mouth, cutting his ears like little pesky insects fluttering around his head. What was with this guy? Zain knew all too well that Rhett loved to mess with him and his secret feelings for Naryu (that weren't really all too secret). And he still let him get to him! "You stay away from Ruru, you lecherous b*****d!" Zain shouted over Rhett's complimenting words, trying to leap over the stack of firewood to get to him to give him a good shove. However, he just ended up tripping and falling flat on his face in the dirt. "Damn it..." he mumbled. He couldn't believe he just made such a fool out of himself. Not just in front of Naryu, but in front of all the people who looked down on him. He was just confirming their beliefs.

Grumbling a string of curses under his breath, Zain climbed to his feet and brushed of his pants. He shook his head to get the newly deposited dirt and leaves out of his already tangled blond hair. He was going to let Rhett go off and search for food with him, Naryu, Nozomi and Orrin. That'd mean he'd be close to Naryu too! There was only one thing Zain could do to ensure that Rhett couldn't get anywhere near her!

"No, we don't know where she went..." Zain started, as he reached to grab onto Rhett's wrist, "How about you and I go off to look for her and Ruru, Nozomi, and Orrin go off to make us some food?" He gave the older boy's arm a sharp tug towards the direction that Evelyne was gazing off into. He hated the idea of having to spend time with Rhett, and it didn't help that the time they were to spend with each other would be looking for June and Lily. But if it meant keeping him away from Ruru, then it had to be! Oh, he almost forgot! Zain stopped pulling on Rhett's arm and turned to face Evelyne, "We can't just leave you here by yourself. Come on!" Zain gestured with his arm to indicate that Evelyne should follow them, "Rhett here will be your knight in shining armor, princess!" He pointed to older boy, jabbing his finger in Rhett's face; a little too close for comfort.

It's not that he wasn't up for the job of protecting Evelyne if she were to come along. In fact, he hoped that she would at least consider him a friend much less an acquaintance. However, he wanted to make it extremely clear to Rhett that Naryu was his princess; he was her knight in shining armor.


OOC// Craaaaaap. I'm hoping someone else (like Rhett or Evelyne) could get them over to Lily and June~

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❝ My resolution is absolute.
I pick of this blade,
to protect the ones I love.
But hey, what's wrong with a little
A D V E N T U R E ?.!❞

[K u R O -x- K e I]

Eyes sharp, senses wide awake, gun ready. It's World War two Japan; it's only natural. The blond soldier, although supposedly born and raised in Japan, had only joined the fight because it looked like "fun." He had no interest in foreign affairs, nor did he care one way or another if humans died or not. Well, that's how he felt before he joined this fight. He was different now, changed. Now, he had something to protect...someone...two people. One was gone, and he wasn't going to let the other one die. He messed up once, he messed up twice... he couldn't mess up again. Stepping backwards, there was a loud crack. Without hesitating for even a split second, the soldier shot his gun. Of course there was no one there. But his paranoia levels were higher than normal, even if he couldn't really die in this battle, the thought of it was all too real. Suddenly, he was hit by a strong blast of smoke and ash followed by the sound of a hundred bullets being fired at once. The blond soldier kneeled forward, nearly vomiting from the heat that would've killed anyone else. Where was he? What was he doing again?

He looked around once more, and his face drained of any color. A building all too familiar to him, was quickly burning. The smoke rose in neat columns, and flames danced around wildly. He heard the screams of someone inside, but his legs wouldn't move him to help. Someone was coming out the building, and something was in his hand. A lock of hair? Whose hair? Something hit him across the neck and wrist, exposing old scars and nearly slicing his hand clean off. The soldier let out a mortal cry of pain. So this is how it felt to die in war? He tried to stand once more. Where was he? Where was the man inside that house? Where was the god that took his last stand of happiness away from? He stumbled towards the door, hoping she was still there. But only a few inches from the door, the house collapsed...and the soldier fell to his knees. He was weak, bleeding, and devastated. And staring over him was that god from over 1000 years ago, and---

"NO!"

Naph woke up screaming, sweating, and short of breath. His dull, gray eyes were wide with terror, and his arm was outstretched as if he was holding some sort of weapon. It didn't take him a long time to realize that the fear and terror he had just experienced was nothing more than a mortal's dream. And when he did, his lean arm dropped as though it had 20000 pounds of bricks attached to it. He gazed into his bed sheets, closed his eyes, and shook his head. 'Welcome to Earth, Mr. Leo.] Naph thought sarcastically to himself, letting out an amused laugh. "Such an uncool way to wake up on your first day back." He threw his head back in utter disbelief, letting out a disheveled laugh. He was the lion, damn it! He was the king of beasts, feared by all! Or at least that's what the textbooks say anyway. Why did his first, mortal experience after so many years have to come in the form of his last one? Well, he was up now, so there was no use in complaining about it...especially if he wanted to get to school and make a good impression on all the girls. His mission would come later.

Not being nearly as smart as one would expect from a guardian, Naph didn't prepare the best set of clothing for life in the Southern Florida. Of course, he hated the style that people around these parts had anyway, so black skinny jeans in the heat would just have to do. He grabbed a pair that were fairly ripped around the knees and slid those on, only to realize they were too big. "Looks like I lost some weight," Naph grinned to himself, "You know what they say: better figure, better chance with the girls!...or something like that" He reached for one of the the many scarves he had stuffed in a drawer, strung it through his belt loops and tied it off. He hated belts; sitting down with that annoying metal buckle was far too uncomfortable for him to deal with. Next, he grabbed a solid black tank top and a light weight button-up collared shirt with one long sleeve (the right) and one short sleeve (the left). The right sleeve on the black and white plaid shirt covered his entire arm, it'd be an issue if school officials saw the tattoo on his arm. And it'd be even worse if his fellow guardians caught sight of it too. It also hid the inky black scar that braceleted his wrist. The left sleeve however was simply torn off because he felt like it. Showing a little skinship was considered "sexy" in this country, right? He actually left one scar still visible, the one around his neck. It was practically invisible by now, so he didn't care if anyone saw it or not. It looked kinda cool actually. Tying a black scarf around his messy blonde hair, which he didn't even taking the time to brush, Naph stared at himself in the only mirror in his lonesome apartment. He attached three metal rings to the lower end of it to hang by his ear. Naph stared at his useless memorial to his past.

He rolled his eyes, "Ridiculous..." he muttered. He reached for a silver wrist band and an x-shaped, bone necklace and ran out of his room. He didn't even take the time to eat the weird human's version of breakfast. He just slipped on a pair of black, lace-less sneakers, and ran out the door.

Naph had decided to live alone, away from the rest of the guardians because he didn't want any of them getting a glimpse of how he really lived. They'd be utterly shocked if they saw how he woke up this morning. Plus, if by chance he ever spoke in his sleep, he didn't want any of them hearing something secret. Lucky for him, his apartment was only a few blocks away from the school. On his way, Naph took the time to get used to walking in his new clothing. The last clothing he wore, which was merely hand-me-downs from the twin brother of the rice farm siblings during World War Two, were a lot freer around the waist area. He had to admit that he liked his old clothes, yet he also had to admit that he didn't appreciate being covered in dirt all the time either. His awkward strides did happen to bring him some attention from surrounding students. Most of whom either stared at him in total awe. He was clearly a good looking new-kid, but he was going to be considered a freak if he couldn't get used to these new pants.

Once in the school, Naph's first objective was to get his schedule...and play a prank on Mr. Crab. Naph needed some entertainment to fix the trauma his damned nightmare caused him. He walked down the hall, a huge grin plastered over his face that screamed trouble was coming. Naph kicked open the door to the office and took a look around. It was a sad looking place, with a secretary or two, a vice principal chatting with a guidance counselor and a dean. Yup, this was high school all right. Though it could easily be compared to some form of Prison. Naph approached one of the secretaries, and in his best 19-year-old, high school, American facade, looked down at her with a blank, uncaring stare. Children these days didn't give a s**t about adults, right?

"Yo, I never received a copy of my schedule and...uuuh." Naph stopped himself. He could tell his disrespect towards authority was going to be more difficult than he thought. He had World War II to thank for that. "Yeah...may I please have another copy of it?" The secretary eyed him suspiciously, then looked back down to her desk, "Names?" She asked in a droning voice. "Oh, uuuh...Naphiel Nakamura." Naphiel subconsciously grinned widely, exposing slightly inhumanly, sharp teeth. The woman rolled her eyes and printed out a piece of paper and handed them Naph. "Thank you very much. Oh! And before I forget. My brother's name somehow got switched around in your computer system. You know Aidan Kalpler? His last name is Nakamura...just to let you know" Naph smiled sweetly, though his thoughts were far from that. He couldn't wait to see the look on that kid's face when his last name would be printed wrong on his schedule. The Secretary sighed, typed something into her computer and printed out the changes. "Here," she handed it to him, "Give this to him when you see him next. Sorry for the confusion."

Naph bowed awkwardly, exposing the scars on the side of his neck and the woman's eyes widened a bit. "Ja~" He said, starting to turn around, but the woman cut him stopped him. "Young man. You know that we have a counselor here at this school. If there's anything going on at home please let him--" Naph turned a dark, piercing gaze onto the woman. She dared to pity him? His light-less, silvery-blue eyes glowered down at her.

"Kono kuso onna...Nani teme?! Fuzaken ja ne--" Naph had to stop himself, and just in time. He realized he had slipped into Japanese, and worse, he had his fist half raised. "Gome--I mean, uuuh...don't look down on me just because I'm a kid! I can take care of myself, thank you." Naph stated in a very shaky tone, bolting out of the office before anyone could say anything to him. "Chikusho..." He muttered, quickly making his escape, back towards the entrance, when the over excited screaming of two friends, or one of them at least, reached his ears. He would've kept moving except one of them caused him to stand his ground; he stared at the brunette who the black haired girl just addressed as Anika.

As the lady that one of the girls was talking to walked away, Naph had actually managed to find his way up to them. However, it took him a second or two to realize he was actually staring straight into the eyes of one them...that "Anika" girl or whatever. She wasn't incredibly gorgeous or anything, so he couldn't really figure out why he had been drawn to her so suddenly. He shook his head, realizing how stupid he must look simply staring at some strange girl he never met before. "Oi, loser one and loser two!" Naph's voice droned in a cruel tone, "Your weirdness is killing my eyes." He shrugged.

Naph meant to say it to Anika, but he managed to turn his attention to the other girl before he finished his thought. He really just meant to cover up for his own stupidity, but the lack of social skills from this time didn't really help. So, he ended up insulting two girls that he may or may not have to deal with for the rest of the school year!

Very smart...


ooc// THE JAPANESE:
1) Kinda just like...See ya~~ (Short form of "Ja ne" or "Ja matta ne" wink
2) You b***h...Who do you think you are! Don't ******** with me (except he cut himself off).
3) About to apologize
4) Damn it
-It's shitty, I know...sorry-