The Deformed: An elemental mutant rp (Still Accepting!)

[Babickinns th3 seagull]

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Beaten, why for (why for)
Can't take much more
Here we go here we go here we go, now

One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me

One ,something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Now!

Push me again (again)
This is the end
Here we go here we go here we go, now

One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me

One ,something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Skin to skin, blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in and now you're here
Driven by hate, consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me

One ,something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!

Let The Bodies Hit The Floor – Drowning Pool

[Babickinns th3 seagull]

Fear, the one emotion which every human experiences, but never is willing to admit to. It is a sign of weakness, defeat, powerlessness, but most of all, an opportunity, an opportunity for others to torment you, a piece of you to exploit. Tell me, what if every day you had to live your life if fear? What if every day you had to be afraid of someone finding out who you were, afraid for your life? What if all of those you knew, loved, trusted, would betray you if they caught the slightest notion of your true self? Would you go insane, crazy, mad? Would you seek out to destroy those who would hurt you if such an opportunity arose? Would you try to run, try to hunt others like yourself, or would you simply endure the fear, take it, accept it. Would you be willing to endure the fear until the day you died, or would you crack, like us, like the deformed?

Deformed, mutants, demons, that's what people call us. We're not to easy to identify, unless we use our power. They're always strange little gifts, some can manipulate fire, while others can form water out of mid air. Some can teleport, read minds, others can communicate telepathically, there's only one catch, we only have one gift each. In the olden days, we were a sign of good health, a god in a human body, revered, accepted, but all that seemed to change as the world grew smaller. People started to explore other lands, other areas, they moved farther and farther from the nest, and somewhere in that big mist of exchanged ideas and knowledge, the theory of hell arose. Suddenly, we were omens of destruction, death, betrayal. We were hunted like deer, rounded up into small packs, and eliminated. We were now called the deformed, and at any sign that you were one of us, you would be killed. At least, that was when things were easy.

Now, now we're taken. To where no one knows, but they break you, train you, brainwash you, and suddenly you're a perfect killing machine. Your only purpose is to do their bidding, and their bidding, is for us to be captured. They want more, all of them, and the more of us they have, the more control they have over their kingdom. We're used to put down rebellions, restore order, and kill off the enemies of the king, our king. The reward? We get to keep our life, and the peasants view you as a hero rather than an omen. Instead of casting you out by bricks and stones, they supply you with food, water, weapons, armor, and all for free, but that's only if you've been successfully brainwashed, only if you've become a hunter, a hunter of your own kind.

[Babickinns th3 seagull]

We're classified into a few groups, “disabilities”, “deformations”, restricted by the use of our powers.

The first deformations are called elemental deformations. These deformed can create a basic element out of nothing, in fact, some aren't even sure if air is needed to do this. Elements, earth, water, wind, fire, lightning, can be formed by the will of the deformed, however, there is a catch, the elementally deformed can only create an element, not control it. Also, if one tries to create an element for too long, they will often suffer serious side effects, but their tolerance is higher than an average human. For example, a fire elemental will suffer burns on their hands, but not to the third degree most people get when touching an open flame. This deformation is not rare, but it is not common either. It seems to be the one which has been stuck in the middle of the two extremes.

Which brings us to the second classification, manipulative deformations. The manipulatively deformed can control one of the five basic elements, but they cannot create it. Often, their element cannot harm them. For example, a fire manipulator will not get burned no matter how hot the flames, and a water manipulator cannot drown, no matter how deep the water. This is also the most common deformation one will come across.

The third deformations are known as telepathic deformations. These deformed can either communicate telepathically with a normal human, or read minds. Never both, but each can be blocked out by a strong mental barrier. This deformation is also common, but not as common as the above.

Lastly, the fourth classification, transforming deformations. These deformed can normally transform into an animal, however, their mind is usually decreased in intelligence to the animals brain level, and the only way to get them to transform back is to cause them nearly deadly pain. The process in transforming is very painful and normally life threatening if one is injured. This deformation is the rarest type of deformation, and normally only used when one feels trapped or in grave danger.

Of course there are other deformations, but most of the deformed fall into one of these four groups.

[Babickinns th3 seagull]

The town we live in is rather strange. It's a small, city-like, village, with a rather vast woods surrounding it. There are really no set roads to the next village over, so the town has a rather strange method of growing food on the roofs of the buildings, as the thick tree roots normally attack the fragile young plants. Visitors are always welcomed, and given a free night's stay, due to their long trek through those nasty, deformed filled, woods as well.

The climate is always summer-like, but it does tend to get rather cold at night. The tree's tend to shed their leaves at random times, some being yellow while their neighbor is just starting to bloom.

There's a town hall, and a town square where merchants sell and trade items. There's one church but it's only to give offerings to the gods, and a bar -the only bar- is located right across the street from it. If you couldn't already tell, religion isn't given that much mind here, which makes it a perfect place for the deformed to go about unnoticed, unless they use their powers of course. There is one inn crowded with hunters, and next to it a store shed aligned with cages and cells to keep the deformed in until “they” come to take them away. Don't get your hopes up though, once you're in the shed, you'll never come out. Guards are posted around all sides twenty-four seven. Also, the hunters tend to play games with their catch. In fact, many die before they're even given a chance to be “changed”.

[Babickinns th3 seagull]

The Deformed:

My name is Allen Geir Spade, but people call me Allen. I am sixteen years old and I am a Deformed with a telepathic mind reading deformation. The doctor said I was a male but I have always been attracted to nobody really... I am a prude, to put it bluntly. I hate people, a lot, and really couldn’t care less if they suffer. Pranks are my big thing, and normally they’re more than dangerous for the victim involved. It’s not my fault though, seriously, people are just stupid from birth and I can’t stand them. Actually, that’s a lie. I can tolerate some people, but only some. Normally if they know when to shut up then I can be around them for more than five minutes. I carry a small, sliver, dagger about a foot long.

My past is confusing but I'll try my best...
Well, I don’t really think it’s any of your god-dammed business, but my mother hated me. Don’t feel sorry for me, I don’t really care. She gave birth to me and basically left me alone with my stupid-a** father who had no idea how to raise a kid. Yeah, old momster was still around the house, but she never talked to me, or acknowledged me for that matter. My life was fine though, seriously, I still had food and shelter, which is really all anyone needs.

Around two years ago –I was fourteen for those of you who can’t do math- old mothra kicked the bucket –stupid b***h- and I left my useless dad to fend for himself (I heard he croaked shortly after I departed but I don’t really care about that). I had absolutely no idea where I was going, but I just wanted excitement.

So, I wandered until I came to this old place, and got a job as a servant at old Mr. Edgerton’s house. Needless to say I wasn’t a very good one, and the old prude let me go, though he still lets me live in his mansion. I think the saps lonely, but he claims it’s only until I can get my own place (though we both know that’ll never happen).

Yeah if you’re wondering about my deformation, it’s not much. I’ve always had it but it’s random. I can’t really control it, which is quite annoying when someone’s thinking about something you really don’t want to know. Also, it doesn’t last very long, most of the time I’ll only get a sentence or two from a person’s mind.


I don't think I missed anything...
Don’t touch me, I hate that. Don’t ask me why, ‘cause I don’t know, but I just get freaked out when people do.

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Yeah, I was born with a bad eye, so what?

My puppeteer is Babickinns the seagull.

My name is Rinanaro Naron, but people call me Rina. I am seventeen years old and I am a Deformed with a manipulative water deformation. The doctor said I was a Female but I have always been attracted to Males. I am timid person by nature. I am always afraid of being caught and captured. Rarely, I am seen without my fear and I am a kind and caring and outgoing person.. I carry Just a small dagger. It's easy to hide..

My past is confusing but I'll try my best...
My family was a kind one. My father was just like me, someone who could control water. My mother was normal and supported us both in our skills. You see, we found out when I was very young that I was deformed. My family kept this a secret as best they could. My father and I practiced our skills in secret. We trained so our powers wouldn't slip and be reveiled to the public.

One day, though, they took Father away while my mother and I were out buying food. Someone had known about us and my mother urged me to hide, but I had nowhere to go. Out of fear, I just ran. I haven't been home since that day. I hardly stay still and I live off of the kindness of others. Mostly, now, I'm a beggar in the streets, but I'm happy. I just don't want to be taken away.

I don't think I missed anything...
I'm somewhat of a street entertainer, now. No, I don't use my abilities to wow a crowd. I sing a few tunes and it earns me a few coins for bread every night. I want to be a performer some day. That some day might never come, but I can hope...

Need a picture?
Rina

My puppeteer is Baroness B.

My name is Jennifer Livingstone, but people call me Jenny. I am 17 years old and I am a Deformed with a element deformation of water. The doctor said I was a girl but I have always been attracted to boys. I am quite the rebel and I'm not afraid to speak my mind, this is what gets me in trouble most of the time. I'm different so what? I will not come quietly to be treated like an animal.. I carry with me a small blade, that's accessible and easy to hid as well. .

My past is confusing but I'll try my best...
Ah my past, I knew this question was coming.. lets see I'll try to keep it short and sweet. I was born in a different village that's quite a bit from here. My parents soon realized I had "the curse" so to speak of a deformed when they kept finding water forming in puddles around the crib. So, before I hit one years old my mother had abandon me upon a neighbors doorstep and both my parents left the village that day. Well I then became apart of the neighbors family, the Livingstones. They even named me Jenny as well, I was happy. I guess this family must have seen all sorts of signs when I was growing up but it never showed in their faces or attitude, they loved me even if I was a freak. Then that dreadful day came. My 16th birthday, my adoptive parents and their child had planned a celebration but unfortunately it never came through. The woman had sent me out to get a few plants from the forest near by telling me to take the back routes instead of passing houses, warning me not to talk to anyone. Well I went on my merry way and did as she asked but as I walked back I could hear voices, the villagers were shouting loudly about something. Curious as a cat I decided to find the cause, I quickly made my way to the town square, hiding behind a house to follow my mother wishes. Bad choice there, for all I had to do was look up to see makeshift gallows in place with three people hang by there necks. Happy birthday to me...the people I called family gone. So I ran. I didn't know where, but I didn't care. I ran away from the village and all of it deceit, it's murder..and I ended up here.

I don't think I missed anything...
I have quite the bad tongue so I say a lot of things that my mother would have slapped me for.

Need a picture?
Me

My puppeteer is xnight classxtentensheart.

[Babickinns th3 seagull]

The Hunters:

My name is Dyou Baron Velner, but people call me Dyou. I am nineteen years old and I am a hunter with a manipulative fire deformation. The doctor said I was a male but I have always been attracted to females. I am quite lighthearted, but I can become quite serious when it comes to hunting, and when in the presence of the deformed I'm rather dark, maybe even slightly psychotic or sadistic. I carry a dagger made of a light weight steel strapped to my boot and a lighter in case of those "last minute" captures.

My past is confusing but I'll try my best...
My childhood was as normal as any could be. My mother grew apart from my father and finally ran away, me at age nine with my quite absent father who worked on changing the deformed. While many would expect me to resent my father for whatever reason, we grew close, and I quickly volunteered myself to be changed once I discovered I too was one of the deformed, and quickly became one of the most successful and talented hunters.

Out of the blue one day, my father became sick, and died within a week. Though the countless doctors and medical experts say it was a new or random disease, I believe it was poisoning, by the deformed, which only proves what nasty beasts they are. I was lucky enough to be caught before I turned into one of...”them”...

I don't think I missed anything...
I study people, rather carefully. The deformed can be quite crafty, but they all seem to be distant from other humans, either that or rather angry at everybody they come across...At least, the dangerous ones are. Also, I'm quite knowledgeable in many subjects, hence, a conversation is hardly ever boring when I'm around.

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Yes, my eyes are orange...

My puppeteer is Babickinns the seagull.

My name is Lillian Rae Nightingale, but people call me Lillian. I am eighteen years old and I am a hunter with a transforming creature deformation. The doctor said I was a female but I have always been attracted to men. I am a devious one in battle, but a quiet that is, unless I am addressed or simply need to speak. What may come out of this mouth may be sarcastic, clever, or a simple word or two. My facial expressions is mostly of a calm, clear-headed miss. I personally hold no animosity towards the deformed, but rather the damned curses we share. Though... I rather enjoy myself a little 'fun' on the battle field. I carry two silver medieval rapiers. Despite their appearance, they are strongly welded.

My past is confusing but I'll try my best...
I was born to a wealthy family. A wealthy, ignorant family that didn't know their front from their behinds. Stupid fools, all of them. Despite the lack of logic my family had, they had enough knowledge to know that I was different from other people-- a little miss perfect with a talent for art and for learning (gasp) difficult subjects. For that, they gave me the best care possible: the fancy biscuits, high-class chefs to cook for me, twenty-four-seven service from my personal butler (which, I might add, was a step up from my parent's shared butler). What the bumbling fools did not suspect was that I also had another talent: the transforming creature deformation. They would've never had the chance to hear my screams in the night, to see me in a cold sweat with wolf ears and a rabbit tail. They never heard me yell for them when I was alone and scared and never, ever, did they see me transform. No, they would gladly have fine wine with their friends instead of staying with their daughter. They had the butler for that. Besides a man I had no blood-relation to, I had no bond with anyone. Parents were merely figures that had my last name, hired people for your 'well-being' and wouldn't steal a glance at you unless bragging about you to their wealthy friends. Why was I in this world? Why did I have to go through pain and suffering? Tsk, tsk. How needy I had felt back then. It's quite unsightly. It's a shame that I was not able to inherit the heirloom from my parents death, though I do not regret the choice of leaving their funeral with a fine fellow who invited me to go with him. I would no longer have to fear about my transforming, he promised, because I would be strong and live for me and no one else. I would be strong enough so that I would not have fear and, thus, no transformations. Although I knew it was part of a lie (of course, I could not avoid transformation for the rest of my life), I knew that the answer for my question lied elsewhere, and so, I followed.

I don't think I missed anything...
I refuse to follow orders unless it seems logical or from the higher-ups. If they say I must kill the captured deformed, then I will. I will never stain this dress without orders, nor will I simply 'play' with the captured as the other hunters do. It's unsightly and pitiful.

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Golden locks, Sapphire Eyes.

My puppeteer is simplichibi.

My name is Margaret Nikheart, but people call me Maggie. I am thirteen years old and I am a hunter with a manipulative wind deformation. The doctor said I was a Girl but I have always been attracted to Boys. I am a "little pest", as Lillian puts it. People say I'm just too hyper and too outgoing to be a hunter. I will admit that I am too much of non-hunter related traits, but that's what makes me so cute! It's so much better than being such a grump like other hunters. Not to say that they're not fun to be with. In fact, I can be very clingy to those who I can trust. I can be cooperative, but I'd rather not. It's much more fun to see what happens. Despite my innocent appearance, I can be quite mischievous and dangerous. My manipulation power can sway with my emotions and, believe me, the winds will change when it comes to a confrontation with a Deformed. I carry poisonous needles and a small dagger.

My past is confusing but I'll try my best...
My parents were hunters. The finest. This is, at least, what caretaker Martha told me. When I was half-a-year old my parent's were ambushed by a group of Deformed. Those damned Deformed killed them. Pierced their lungs and left them to die. What they didn't know was that their daughter, Maragaret Nikheart, was hidden, sound asleep.
A party of hunters found me and placed me in an orphanage built exclusively for hunter's children. I couldn't have possibly known I was a hunter's child at that young age, nor would I find out my ability until years later. Ten to be exact. What should have been a joyous occasion turned to be the worst day of my life.
Rogue Deformed broke into the orphanage. They killed us, stole us. My friends were trying desperately to save themselves and others with their respective powers. All I did, all I could do, was hide under my little bed. I watch them die. I heard them scream and yell and cry while I stayed quiet. It was happening all over again.
Then, I screamed.
A blood-curdling scream that raised heads. The Deformed came for the hiding child, but I continued to scream. Still wind began to stir. Faster and faster the wind grew until their was a mini-tornado inside the room. The Deformed were killed...along with the remaining people inside. Caretakers, friends, those I didn't care to talk to. Everyone was dead.
I was trained after that incident and instated as an official hunter at the ripe age of twelve. This is the life those damned Deformed made for me. This is the fate I must follow. But, hey, why wear a mask of hate and misery when you don't need to?

I don't think I missed anything...
I can use my wind ability to direct my poisonous needles, but I get too excited sometimes and end up missing...

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Lookie! Lookie!

My puppeteer is simplichibi.

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[Babickinns th3 seagull]

All right, the first thing I should make clear is this: Each deformed and hunter can only have one deformation! No more! If you want more, than too bad, sucks for you, grow up. Also, there is a difference between blocking a mind reader with a strong barrier, and just having mental abilities not work on you. Having mental abilities not work on you = deformation. Blocking with a mental barrier is not one. Got it? Good.

Yes, you can make up your own deformations.

If you haven't figured it out, I only want deformed and hunters in this roleplay. Humans are nice, but here they're basically useless. If you want to make up an NPC human to kill than go ahead. I couldn't care less, as long as your character isn't too powerful when it comes to that stuff.

Every one in this roleplay is a “human”. Got it? No lycans, no vampires, no elves, no fairies, just deformed “humans”!

Yeah, your character can die! In life there isn't a magic vale protecting you from death, and the same applies here. Don't worry though, you can always make a new one, but no, I will not allow anyone to come back from the freaking grave! I hate that kind of s**t!

I won't accept any "avi's" for pictures. If you really want your character to look like your avi, then please type out a description.

That reminds me, I won't accept any "unknowns" for any part of the profile -that includes names *cough* *cough*. That's just being lazy. Even if your character doesn't “remember” their past, I do. That way, you can't randomly make up something which you wish to add for the sake of convenience. Doesn't happen in life, so it won't happen here.

Profiles are to be PM'd to me. Put "Flinging Monkey Butts" as the title of your PM so I know you read the rules!

Feel free to curse as much as you want. The Gaia TOS doesn't prohibit it, and there's a filter for those with virgin eyes. All that I ask is not to censor your curses! That bugs me to no end!

I'm God, deal with it.

No Godmoding! I hate that so much...please take some hits, not everyone is invincible.

No guns, they only cause a mess with the above rule...

PG-13! I cannot stress this enough! I don't want to be banned here!

If you haven't figure it out already, this is a literate roleplay. No, this does not mean five paragraphs per post, but it does mean that you use complete sentences. No *action* for actions! Type them out!

I can add rules at anytime, but don't worry, I'll tell you when a new one is introduced.

Still there? Good! Please put a ^0^ after your profile so I know you read all of these!

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Every time I add a name, a kitten dies, simple as that.

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Allen Geir Spade

"Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them." - Edward W. Howe

"Don't touch me!" The words were cold as Allen jerked his hand away from the man's grasp, his eyes hardening into a strong glare. His fist was clenched into a rather tight ball, and his teeth ground together in agitation. What on earth did this stupid man want, and why on earth did he insist on touching him! Wasn't there another way to get someone's attention, like...I don't know...saying hello?!? God, the nerve of some people!

"Forgive me sir, but my assistant claims that you took some of our merchandise the other day..."

Oh, that...God-dammit, why on earth did he have to be bugged about that now? He was going to pay them back...if they remembered in three weeks...Aw, s**t, now he'd have to fork out the cash. Well, there went his new dagger...again...

"How much...?" Allen just stated with a sigh. He knew better than to argue for his defense by now. The whole town knew that he pulled stunts like that, and there were probably seventeen other witnesses who saw him grab the thing...whatever it was...

The merchant named the price and Allen forked out the coins from his shoe, where he kept his dough. After counting the coins around five times -paranoid, nosey, grandpa- the old man nodded and walked off.

"Screw you..." Allen muttered, turning on his heel and heading back towards town square.Looks like he'd have to stick with the dagger he had, which wasn't a bad thing, but his father had given him the silver blade, and Allen was just longing to be rid of it.

Dyou Baron Velner

"Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well." - Josh Billings

"Screw you..."

Dyou cocked an eyebrow and looked up from his paper at the foul language. Ah, it was only Allen, figures, who else would use such harsh words this early in the morning? The kid was always more than angry at something, and Dyou couldn't help but have his suspicions about him. Of course he had no direct proof the kid was deformed, but if they weren't distant, they were angry, and Allen was perhaps one of the angriest people in the whole town.

True, he had tried to talk to Mr. Edgerton about the boy, but the man was too blinded by loneliness that he refused to hear anything about it. Well, everybody knew Edgerton was on his last straw, and it would only be a matter of time before he kicked the bucket. Once that happened, Dyou could finally make his move on the angry child, but alas, that would take time.

'Come now, why are you wasting your time with such thoughts?' Dyou sighed to himself, shaking his head lightly. The morning was beautiful, and thinking about a deformed so close yet so out of reach would only get him tense and angry. There was no need for that. After all, he had just caught a family of three last night. Today was a day to celebrate.

[Babickinns th3 seagull]

Allen Geir Spade

"Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them." - Edward W. Howe

In mid-turn, Allen suddenly stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened. A small thought brushed across his brain and he didn't like it one bit. Someone suspected him...god-dammit...the last thing he needed was his stupid power acting up right now. Still though...he was suspected...by whom...?

Allen cast his glance towards the direction of the thought only to roll his eyes. It was Dyou, of course, who else would it be? The man always suspected people of being like him...deformed...Just like the hunter he was. Hell, the man had even told Edgerton to be on the lookout for "strange or unusual incidents" around him. Dumb old Edggy didn't buy it luckily, but it was still a tense moment, and annoying...

The damn man was completely brain-washed. He had been like them once, scared, confused, alone, but now he acted as if "the monsters" were dangerous. Yeah, right, how could any deformed be dangerous nowadays? They were all too scared s**t-less to use their power. It was the hunters who were the real, danger. Killing people, torturing them, destroying property, and all to catch people exactly like them...sick...

"What are you staring at, hunter?" Allen spat in Dyou's direction, annoyed with being examined like an animal in a zoo.

Dyou Baron Velner

"Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well." - Josh Billings

Dyou couldn't help but frown as he suddenly noticed Allen's change in behavior. The kid seemed frightened for a moment, like he could detect his thoughts. Interesting...that would be something he'd have to look into. If the kid was in fact a mind-reader though, it'd be even harder to prove. Ah well, Dyou always enjoyed a challenge.

"What are you staring at, hunter?"

Again, Dyou cocked an eyebrow. The child certainly recovered fast from whatever emotion he was experiencing, interesting...However, Dyou still did not enjoy being addressed in such a tone. True, he was a well-known hunter around these parts, but even so, if a new deformed just so happened to wander in from the forest, they would know who to avoid. Still, if he responded it could do more harm than good, and talking to Allen was not something which anyone wanted to do.

So, without another word Dyou went back to reading his paper, as if Allen's words hadn't even reached his ears.

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Allen Geir Spade

"Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them." - Edward W. Howe

"That's what I thought..." Allen grumbled as Dyou turned back to his oh so intelligent reading...snot. Man, Allen really hated him...but then again, why on earth was he picking a fight with a hunter in the first place? Hell, if he said something too insulting he could be taken in...a thought which only made Allen shiver.

'Ah, ******** it...like anyone would try to take you...' Allen lied to himself, half-believing it. He was stubborn, and mean, so why on earth would a hunter want to deal with him? He couldn't be changed...then again...one never knew...

Shaking his head quickly, Allen began to walk again. He didn't want to think about hunters right now, he just wanted to find something to do in this boring town.

Dyou Baron Velner

"Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well." - Josh Billings

When Dyou looked up again, Allen had vanished from view. The kid had muttered a rather nasty comment, again, but he had chosen to ignore it. There was no point in getting upset over childish comments made by a hormonally-enraged, deformed, teenager. It would do no good for his image, and cloud his judgment. Though Dyou couldn't wait the torture the snot out of the brat once he finally was caught...and Dyou was pretty sure the other hunters felt the same.

Done with his paper at last, Dyou stood up from a rather worn-down bench he had sat upon, rolled the paper up and tucked it underneath his arm, and headed away from the direction Allen had gone. He was in a rather fine mood today, and the boy would be sure to pull a prank, which always made Dyou upset.