Dark Devia
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Damia sighed, face hidden under the hood of her dark blue cloak. The wings at her back scratched against the fabric, making them itch annoyingly. The Click-Click-Click of her heels against the white tiled floor was audable throughout the halls. Doubtless reaching the group of people even before she did. She reckognized one of them well, His red hair cast over his face, shielding his eyes from the world, not allowing a peak at their beauty.
He was attractive, but that didn't help the fact that he had caused her intense pain in the past. Perhaps he won't remember . . . So what if he didn't? It wouldn't change what he'd done. What he'd caused to happen; taken her normal life away, sent her here in some strange way. So she walked forward, towards him, her stylized scythe hung from leather straps at her back, her pet stalked silently behind her, his paws leaving no sound or mark behind.
She didn't know the other females in the group. Four people in total, all talking amongst themselves, all except one on the end, looking away from the group as she absently stroked the black feline held in her arms. Damia noticed these things in passing, more intent on her prey than anything else. She continued forward until she was only a few feet from him before abruptly changing her pace. She started running, meaning to push him from his chest into the wall that was just to his side.
He was attractive, but that didn't help the fact that he had caused her intense pain in the past. Perhaps he won't remember . . . So what if he didn't? It wouldn't change what he'd done. What he'd caused to happen; taken her normal life away, sent her here in some strange way. So she walked forward, towards him, her stylized scythe hung from leather straps at her back, her pet stalked silently behind her, his paws leaving no sound or mark behind.
She didn't know the other females in the group. Four people in total, all talking amongst themselves, all except one on the end, looking away from the group as she absently stroked the black feline held in her arms. Damia noticed these things in passing, more intent on her prey than anything else. She continued forward until she was only a few feet from him before abruptly changing her pace. She started running, meaning to push him from his chest into the wall that was just to his side.
(( Hello Lizzie, Darling, How are you? ))
Deathly Red
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Damian heard the fast click of shoes running against tile, and he turned just in time to be hit full in the chest by a blue blur. He was pushed into the wall and pinned there by what he could now make out as a female form. "What the ********?!?!" His exclamation rang out loud through the hallways. He tried to wriggle out of the female's grasp, tried to loosen her grip on him, but all was at a loss. As a last resort he started to call on one of the demons that he summoned at will. He could feel his power gathering slowly, taking it's sweet time in helping him to free himself.
((What?!?!?! No Hello for me??? No "Hi Red, I haven't seen you in MONTHS, How have you been?" What's wrong with you?!?!?! I havent' gotten to talk to you on a roleplay in like EVER!!!! *grumbles to self about loss of loyalties and other nonsense* ))
Rhaige Desolation
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Damia grinned to herself when she caught him full. In a moment's notice she had him pinned against the wall, watching him squirm and twitch in an effort to get out of her grasp. She tightened her grip when he clawed at her hands, but her real struggle came when she felt him start to gather his power for a summoning.
She growled loudly, anger overtaking her as she felt her will start to slip. No. Perhaps it was only that thought word that anchored her. Perhaps it was the sound of Her pet's disgusted snort at her slight failure. Either way she somehow managed to keep herself in control, to gather enough of herself to pull a shadowed cover around the two.
As impenitrable blackness surrounded them, Damia felt his power begin to slip. "Hmph." She noised to herself. His weakness was pitiful, his loss of focus and control laughable. "I take it you don't remember me." She said, lowering him back to the floor and loosening her grip slightly. "Or do you remember me and just don't wish to recall? Damian." She spoke his name as though it were a foul curse, "Is that it? You don't wish to think of all those lives you took? All those you wounded in your rage? Have you found Repetition now?" She pulled the hood from her head to glare into his eyes, such beautiful red eyes.
Damia drew her arm back before slapping him. When her hand connected with his face his head snapped back to one side. She had used such force that a handprint near as red as his hair was running across his left cheek. She watched his face before deciding whether or not to hit him again.
She growled loudly, anger overtaking her as she felt her will start to slip. No. Perhaps it was only that thought word that anchored her. Perhaps it was the sound of Her pet's disgusted snort at her slight failure. Either way she somehow managed to keep herself in control, to gather enough of herself to pull a shadowed cover around the two.
As impenitrable blackness surrounded them, Damia felt his power begin to slip. "Hmph." She noised to herself. His weakness was pitiful, his loss of focus and control laughable. "I take it you don't remember me." She said, lowering him back to the floor and loosening her grip slightly. "Or do you remember me and just don't wish to recall? Damian." She spoke his name as though it were a foul curse, "Is that it? You don't wish to think of all those lives you took? All those you wounded in your rage? Have you found Repetition now?" She pulled the hood from her head to glare into his eyes, such beautiful red eyes.
Damia drew her arm back before slapping him. When her hand connected with his face his head snapped back to one side. She had used such force that a handprint near as red as his hair was running across his left cheek. She watched his face before deciding whether or not to hit him again.
(( I'm sorry Red, I apologize perfusely. How have you been? How's work? How's school? How's your life in general??? *rolls eyes*))
Dark Devia
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Morana's eyes widened at the blur as it pushed Damian into a wall. They were soon enveloped in a dense fog, but Mor could still hear the resonating sound of a slap, she assumed it was someone's hand connecting with Damian's face. "Umm . . . . " She rocked back on her heels, looking between the other people, unsure of what to do.
((Um Guys, since the thread got moved do you still have the ability to get to it from your Subscribed threads?? ))
Deathly Red
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Damian kept his face carefully neutral, despite the burning pain in his left cheek. She hit hard. "I don't need repetition. It was the guy's fault for pushing me too hard. And no. I don't remember you. Though I'm guessing you were one of the survivors? Which means you have power and I'm going to have to deal with you for the next while, right?" He stared levely into what he could see of her eyes. They were a much more brilliant red than his own, appearing to glow under the hood of her cloak. He brought himself up to his full height, towering over her by a few inches, wishing to gain all of the power over her he could. He wouldn't hit her, wouldn't purposefully harm her, but he wasn't beyond intimidation tactics.
Rhaige Desolation
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Damia's eyes narrowed at him as he made himself to tower over her. "Such tactics won't work." She glared ice to him, though she could feel the rage she had felt before ebbing away to little more than a small smolder of anger.
"You don't care how many you killed, than?" She asked this in a quieter voice, finding her anger drained of it's driving force. She was left with no reason to yell at him now, no want to either. The slap had drained her. Or was it the pain that she had glanced in his eyes when speaking of the dead? Either way she found herself unable to continue hurting him, despite her earlier plans.
She looked at his face straight, taking it in. He was pale as moonlight, except for the handprint and a stream of blood running down from one of his lips. Damia supposed that she must have used more force than she thought she had.
She glanced once more at his form before turning abruptly and taking the cloud of darkness with her. She was surrounded and unseen as she walked away from him, unable to continue hating Damian for what he had done to her once. Feeling bad for someone for the first time since she could remember. He must have fought off the guilt of the dead, he was only human after all, and even a halfbreed like herself was known to have bouts of guilt after taking another's life.
Damia seemed to drift away from the scene, unknowing of her surroundings, and even more unknowing of the fact that her pet stayed behind with the others. She didn't notice where she was until she looked down and saw the courtyard of the school spread out beneath her. She had climbed on the roof and was looking down at her new home.
Home. The word had an almost pleasant ring to it, but she knew that this wasn't forever. Home was forever, wasn't it? It was a place you could return to time and time again, never having to worry while you were there, right? Damia couldn't rembember if she had ever known a true home, but maybe after this she would. Maybe.
"You don't care how many you killed, than?" She asked this in a quieter voice, finding her anger drained of it's driving force. She was left with no reason to yell at him now, no want to either. The slap had drained her. Or was it the pain that she had glanced in his eyes when speaking of the dead? Either way she found herself unable to continue hurting him, despite her earlier plans.
She looked at his face straight, taking it in. He was pale as moonlight, except for the handprint and a stream of blood running down from one of his lips. Damia supposed that she must have used more force than she thought she had.
She glanced once more at his form before turning abruptly and taking the cloud of darkness with her. She was surrounded and unseen as she walked away from him, unable to continue hating Damian for what he had done to her once. Feeling bad for someone for the first time since she could remember. He must have fought off the guilt of the dead, he was only human after all, and even a halfbreed like herself was known to have bouts of guilt after taking another's life.
Damia seemed to drift away from the scene, unknowing of her surroundings, and even more unknowing of the fact that her pet stayed behind with the others. She didn't notice where she was until she looked down and saw the courtyard of the school spread out beneath her. She had climbed on the roof and was looking down at her new home.
Home. The word had an almost pleasant ring to it, but she knew that this wasn't forever. Home was forever, wasn't it? It was a place you could return to time and time again, never having to worry while you were there, right? Damia couldn't rembember if she had ever known a true home, but maybe after this she would. Maybe.
Deathly Red
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When Damian saw that the female was gone, the only sign of her a slight black fog and an animal that sat to one side of the hall watching them, he let his muscles weaken as they had wanted to for the last five minutes. He fell back against the wall, tilting his head back and feeling as the blood from his mouth trailed slowly down to his white collar. "Damn." He said outloud, more to himself than anything else, "I liked this shirt too." he smiled a bit before wincing in pain and dropping the expression. "Well." he said, standing once more and watching the girls who stood among him, "That was interesting, What do you think?" he lightened his tone in an attempt to make himself seem okay. He hated seeming weak to others or to himself. Wrath hissed his agreement and weaved in and out of Damian's legs, he must have gotten knocked off of Damian's neck when he was thrown against the wall.
Nekromansir
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By this point, Emma had backed away a few steps, not wanting to get too close to Damia and Damian.
"What do you suppose that was all about?" Lucy asked her master, the tip of her tail twitching a few times. Emma herself was just a tad curious, though not enough to really ask. Or maybe that was her lack of socialization abilities that kept her from asking anything...
The pale girl shrugged lightly, though even she didn't know exactly to what she was shrugging to. "Are you... uh... Alright?"
"What do you suppose that was all about?" Lucy asked her master, the tip of her tail twitching a few times. Emma herself was just a tad curious, though not enough to really ask. Or maybe that was her lack of socialization abilities that kept her from asking anything...
The pale girl shrugged lightly, though even she didn't know exactly to what she was shrugging to. "Are you... uh... Alright?"
Deathly Red
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Damian looked to Emma, almost smiling. "I should be fine in a few minutes. I've had worse happen to me. I just hope that I don't have to handle that again with her." he licked at his bleeding lip unconciously as he tried to remember who she was. A sudden face flashed into his mind, unravaged by time and cloathed in entirely black and blue like a harsh bruise. "Damn." He said, eyes widening as he remembered at last his attacker's name. "Umm .. . ." He trailed off, looking around himself trying to recall the self he'd been moments before, "Could one of you guys please take care of Wrath for a little bit, he doesn't like watching me clean up from a fight, and I need to be alone for a bit. . . . . . " He watched the girls, waiting for a reply from one of them.
(( If ANYONE has any COMPLAINTS about my POST, please DIRECT your COMMENTS to DEVIA. She WOKE me up from my NAP which I had been DENIED for TWO WEEKS. Alright? Thank you ^^ *tight smile to Devia* ))
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"Sure, I'll take him." Misa-chan
was very confused about the
event that just took place, but
she tired to put it aside the
thought she had about
someone doing that to her.
She then picks up Wrath.
ll Codex Spiritus ll
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It was nearing midday when Vincent finally arrived at Henate. He had been running a little late because he had some last minute things that he needed to pack. He came in on Zantos with his luggage floating swiftly behind him. "Thank you, my good buddy," he said to his friend. "Not a problem at all. I enjoy flying with you." He walked towards a small group of people with Zantos by his side, fully his height standing on his four feet, to see if he could get some directions. He reached his new classmates and stood there for a moment as they eyed him curiously. "Um, can someone point me in the direction of the dorms? I just arrived here."
Dark Devia
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Morana smiled at the newcomer. "Hi, I'm Morana. If I'm not mistaken, the boy's dorms are right across the way from the girls, which means they should be just over there." She pointed behind the group to the other dorms. "What room are you in? Damian here was just going back to his dorm to change, I bet he wouldn't mind leading you to your's at all." She smiled to Damian, knowing that despite his best attempt at friendliness, he still disliked her. I think He was following me earlier, though. Dev's voice in her mind made her straighten her back. Are you going to do anything about him? Dev's choices didn't mind her, but he had gotten her into trouble a time or two with some of his dates, as though he forgot that he wasn't the owning ego of this body. Maybe. We'll see. I sorta thought that chick that beat him up was hot too. her eyes slitted in annoyance his jibe, You can have one, not both. I don't think that they get along well together. With that last thought she silenced him from her mind and tried to regain her friendly expression.
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"That would be fantastic," Vincent said. "I'm Vincent and this is my friend Zantos." He patted his griffin's head and he purred slightly. "Pleasure to meet you," Zantos said. "Are you really going to your room or did Morana just volunteer you to be my guide? If that is the case I'm pretty sure I could find it on my own." He gave a questioning look to Damian, awaiting the answer. By the looks of him, he was going to deny it because he didn't look like a very social person.
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Damian sighed but nodded, "Yeah. I'm Damian. And I was going to my room. What's your room number? If it's on the way I'll drop you off at your step, but otherwise I'll just lead you till we get to my door and then I figure you'll get it, right?" he looked at Vincent, one eyebrow raised. He turned, then, without awaiting a reply, and started walking towards the dorms. He walked slowly so that Vincent would catch up in time to tell him his room number before he abandoned him to the mercy of his own directional sense.
