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((I'm good now that you're here. Lol. ::knows he's being all mushy like:: ))

((*nods* Yea...I know what you mean about the depressive mood thing....been kinda bummed out here from everything that's been going on. Especially with having to move soon. *sighs*))

<<::waves to anyone who has come in or left:: whee ::then notes that the following post isn't taking place on Earth::>>

::A large and somewhat humanoid-looking creature is thrown backwards with terrific speed, his spiked back smashing into a cracking rocky pillar wall before he falls to the sandy floor. In the midst of this barren desert wasteland, he seems to blend in slightly, not looking to be foreign. He appears easily over eight feet in height, appearing to be some sort of human to dragon hybrid. His skin is a pale brown color, covered with thick scales. Some of them - entire patches of them - have been torn or blown away, the wounds beginning to visibly heal with surprising speed, though obviously having recently been bleeding.

The creature's eyes are a golden color, not seeming to have any irises. No ears are apparent, with a total of four horns pointing backwards from his skull. He has a small snout, housing sharp and thick teeth, and probably a long tongue as well. The draconic demon is wearing a tie around silvery white hair, in a ponytail behind his head. His brows and horns seem to crest over and border his hairline.

Growling without a word and sitting up, he lifts his left arm and brushes his hand past his bleeding lower lip. His eyes are narrowed, his left more so than his right, having just been punched in heavily, probably to darken up with a bruise soon. He's wearing street clothes, with a black tank top and white jeans with no shoes, but studded black wristbands. He begins to stand to his feet, leaning back against the rock formation behind him and using his long tail as leverage.

Spitting blood out to his left, he faces his attacker, none other than the bounty hunter and demon slayer Jake Angellus Charade, once again donning his leathery battle armored attire. He lands from what appears to be a long jump, his heavy boots hitting the sand and skidding a few feet before he stands and gives the dragon demon a resigned shrug.::

You may be big and really ugly, but this is redundant. You stole my money, Brog.

N-now, wait...I-I never woul--

You're babbling again. I can kick your a** all day - I've got time...but if you aren't going to 'fess up, I can end this quickly.

::Without another beat, he lifts his right hand and draws the gun positioned under his left arm: Pride. He has the draconic demon in his sight, holding his arm loosely out towards him with his index finger on the trigger. The demon quickly raises both hands, beginning to appear more nervous than he already is. He grabs the red leather-like collar that is around his bulky neck, seeming to be strapped in place with a silver circle at the front.::

Ch-Charade, man...y-y-you've caught me b-before...I still have it, s-see??

I know that, Brog. But I don't have my money, and you do. I don't care if you're following that law - you still stole my s**t, which breaks a wholly different law. I'd really hate to go looking for it myself, but if all you're gonna do is lie, then maybe I'm better off doing so.

B-b-but I-I--

::A gunshot rings out, followed almost instantly with the sound of rock shattering. The demon Brog falls over to his left, looking up at just to the left of where his head was. The rock is completely caved in, a hole bored through the entire pillar of rock and out the other side, some twenty feet in width. No ordinary gun. Angel nonchalantly lowers his aim to Brog's head, whistling a slow and gentle tune to himself in an expectant manner::

O-ok-kay....!! I h-h-have it, jeez...it's in my lockcase at home...

....which is?

S-south d-d-district, near the river...f-forty-six...s-s-seventy-seven - three....uhm...ehh, t-twenty-two - f-f-five...
That took long enough.


::The slayer quickly puts his gun back into its holster, and walks the few steps over to Brog. He leans down and begins to raise his hand as though to help the demon up. Rather than do so, he spins quickly to his right before smashing his right heel into Brog's head, knocking him swiftly unconscious. The heavy body of the demon is thrown a few meters, landing with a thud and skidding a few more feet, leaving a heavy trail of disturbed sand in his wake. Standing straight again, Jake releases a heavy, exasperated breath in the form of a snarl, rearing his head back before spitting on the ground, in Brog's direction.::

Stubborn ********!! ...you could've just said so in the beginning!

::Sighing and shaking his head, he turns around, seeing the lake on the horizon, a backdrop of mountains shadowing the sky. He could very easily take his crescent cycle, but perhaps a walk would do him some good. Lifting his hands and folding them behind his crown, he tilts his head back, making his way south with a steady stride through the sandy plain ahead of him.::

~Roughly Eighteen Minutes Later~

::It's not been too long, Angellus still walking without interruption through the dunes that litter the area. Rather boring, he'd say. The bounty hunter silently mulls over the idea of succumbing to laziness and using his crescent cycle to speed up his movement. He can reach the district in only a minute or so at the proper speed. His ideas are jolted out of his train of thought as a series of beeps and blips ring in his head. The sensors in the slayer's mechnical right eye release the soft beeps, the tracking system sensing an airborne demon approaching him. It is moving at tremendous velocity, directly towards him. No coincidence at all.::

::The computer takes a second before identifying the individual. How strange. Such a man - if one can call him a man - is rarely ever seen outside of the Fortress walls in Tonep Capitol. If he came out like this more often, Angel would have captured him and dealt out the justice he feels the demon deserves. Why is Taliman Wesley travelling all the way to Gyuan, in clear view of a demon slayer who wants him dead?::

((*after reading the post of Deity's* Aww...hope things get getter hun! *huggles*))

((Hey Ichi, you little strawberry fox rape artist you! whee ))

(( *turns Emo because no one really welcomed Ichi back but anyway...*
*runsandtackleglompsTaliindepression* TALI-FISHIE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEED!!!
He died while I was in Austin, and he died today!! My sister said he wasn't in the tank and no one knew where he was. It turned out he jumped out, onto the floor and flopped over ten feet away to where the fireplace was... I DIDN'T GET TO SEE HIM!!! I FEEL LIKE CRYING!!