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 Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 2:34 pm
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 4:12 pm
 Chase drove up to the CAZ barracks, and started looking around for Red. His mission was completed, finally. Now he just had to get the confirmation from his lovely undead teacher to rise up through the ranks.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 5:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 5:15 pm
Chase smirked when he spotted Red. The city lights that reflected in his shades were soon darkened by the approaching reflection of his captain. "I came here looking for you, of course. Kaltessa's problem has been taken care of, though I feel like I'm going to need a dozen showers to wash the stench of death off of me. Speaking of which..." The white-haired ghost leaned towards Red and closed his eyes to focus on smelling the air, though it was difficult to tell with his eyes covered. "Mmmm, I like the smell of your shampoo." He teasingly hummed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 5:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:45 pm
Chase replied with a shrug. "Perhaps. You want a lift?" He answered with a playful smirk, and his testarossa materialized at his side. Its red, waxed paint shined as brightly in the night light as his shades. The leather seats inside looked inviting. "C'mon, let's go for a ride."
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 12:53 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 10:13 pm
"Oh, you can sit in the driver seat if you want." Chase replied as he would approach the fire-red sports car. Glancing back at the lovely undead, he then added, "But I'll be the one driving." With a simple wave of his hand the driver-side door opened for Dani. By the time she gets in, Chase will have already vanished from where he stood. Now there was just the testarossa, its engine roaring in anticipation to drive off into the night.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 11:48 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 2:09 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  A lightning bolt would slam against the ground, enveloping the front of the barracks in a bright crimson light. When the light dissipated, a demon kneeling on a single knee could be seen hunched over, ebony clawed fist touching the ground with his head bent towards the ground. Slowly he would rise, vermillion arcs of electricity still passing up and down his body passively as he walked towards the doors of the barracks. Pulling open one of the double doors, the demon would walk in and straight towards the showers... He felt dirty, both physically and mentally. First removing his potion and jewelry filled jacket, he would set the hooded piece of clothing on a nearby bench. The bare chested demon then sat down, working to unlace his combat boots before he took them off, as well as his socks. Then came his black pants and underwear, before the demon stood underneath the shower head, turning the faucet up as high as the temperature would allow and letting all of the sand, grime and dirt wash off of his tired body. Dark and dirty rivlets of water streamed off of the demon's body and eventually became clear as he finished up his shower. Tongues of flame licked up and down his body, his body steaming as he literally speed dried himself. After grabbing his clothes and redressing himself, the demon would run his ebony talons through his hair a few times as a quick yet effective comb before leaving barracks and going to find something else to do... something that would take his mind off of the outcome of his last mission.
-exit Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 6:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:27 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? Greed ushered them both in from the cold with haste, feeling the nephilim shiver against his muscular chest the whole way to the barracks until they got inside. A few of Nocturne's military personell that knew him personally would give the diabolus a curious gaze as he walked past with the nephilim in his arms, though they said nothing and so he payed them no mind. He advanced through the corridors until he came to a familiar room, and set her down on his bed. The only indication that anybody even lived inside the room was a small clothes bin filled with clothes jext to one wall in the room. If anybody bothered to look inside, all they would find were black boxers and black pants... since Greed literally didn't even own a shirt. For a moment he would stare at her. He wouldn't say anything, but simply gaze, forgetting himself for the time being. And then her sudden question snapped him out of his trance like state before he spoke, the heat rising to his cheeks as he realized he was practically gawking at her. sitting down on the gray sheeted mattress right next to her. "Nothing. I zoned out, that's all. How'd you like the trip?" He asked her, changing the subject anf wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer to his toned body, the other arm wrapping around her in kind. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 10:25 pm
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