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 Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:26 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped sleeveless hoodie, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  As the Nephillim started talking about class, Greed's eyes widened in disbelief. "Exactly! You have class, I have none. So stop judging me, even though I know that's what paladins love to do. Besides I wouldn't exactly call chaining Mr. Greed down so I couldn't beat you up classy... but if that's what you wanna call it, what ever floats your boat I guess..." He said. Shrugging as one of his claws absentmindedly traced lightly over the skin of his other forearm. His tail swayed absentmindedly above his head like a snake in trance, weaving to and fro in a slow fashion, and once she began talking about him dancing, his eyes would narrow. He knew capoira honestly did look like dancing, but still... that didn't mean he liked being bugged about it. After a moment he responded, though it probably wasn't the answer the Nephillim expected. "Oh I do dance where nobody watches... in the woods with a bunch of cultist members. Every wednesday night we dance and sacrifice to our Pagan god. And then we play poker afterwards." His face the epitome of mock seriousness before he paused, continuing after the small pause. "Seriously though, it's called Capoira, thanks for asking. And you'd probably fall on your a** if you tried it Alex, just letting you know. It'd be funny to watch you try though. Maybe you'd faceplant instead of falling on your a**, who knows..." the demon said, his red gaze still meeting the nephillim's. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:53 am
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"Don't be such a whiny loser, Greed." Alex charged right back, still locked in the stare. "Besides....you weren't complaining at first.You probably even liked it." Her head tilted slightly, causing a few loose strands to fall in front of her right eye as they both widened.
"WHAT?! " The Nephilim exclaimed. Her platinum tresses bristling, rustling in some conjuring wind as the intensity of her illumination started to rise. Then it was gone, just like that, he was joking, she could tell as he tried to hide it, the corners of his mouth straining to keep from curling. "I'm sure I'd do it better than you any day." She took a step in, still lingering in the vice. Her gaze deflected down then rose back up to meet his again. "You..." Her lips pursing, then her nose scrunched. "You really do smell..I'm sorry." The laugh, she had to turn away from his face, stepping back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 10:34 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped sleeveless hoodie, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? "I'm not a whiny loser, I just know I can beat you up. Though I guess beating up a little girl isn't much of an accomplishment." He said with a sigh, realizing for the first time how odd it sounded for him to tell a young girl just how easily he could've smashed her. As she accused him of liking it, his eyes widened in disbelief as he argued. "What?? I-I didn't like it! you're just delusional. Just because you like being chained down and asked about the contents of your pants doesn't mean that every fallen angel does." He said, his gaze still locked to hers. As she started to react to his whole cultist joke, the demon chuckled after she saw through his not so hidden joke. Note to self... if I ever wanna piss her off, just start talking about cults. That seems to work pretty fast. He thought to himself, His claw stopping it's meaningless tracing on his veined forearm as his hand rose, scratching the back of his raven haired head. "Yeah, maybe in your dreams. There's no way you could keep up with my footwork." He said, puzzled as she stepped closer to him. The girl was rather close to him right now, and the diabolus couldn't even begin to guess why. Then, as quickly as she entered his bubble, she turned around and stepped away, commenting on his smell. He sighed, raising his hands as he shrugged. Out of all the things he had expected for the nephillim to say, this was definitely not it. "I think you're running out of insults... Anyways, I walked from the the train station outside of Alderent Roots to here, sparred you, and trained for afterwards. I do sincerely hope you'll pardon me for not smelling like a flower shop." The Diabolus said as the woman stepped away from him. Apparently, he stank. A lot. Either that, or the angel was just ******** with him again. The demon didn't care much right now, considering he couldn't really do anything about it right now. However He did make himself another mental note to book a hotel room once he was done with this place however. He had a long train ride, and he needed a drink...or two. or three. That, and a really, REALLY long shower. He would probably just stand in there and think as the water ran down his body for most of the time, like he usually did. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 11:01 am
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"You did! You pervert!" She threatened right back, even pointing an index finger up at him.
He was a jerk, she decided this. This tango pressed high on subjected truth and jests, they had some type of harmony like that of magnets. The same but always pushing the other away, perhaps to protect one another or it was a habitual nature. They were both shaped into harbingers of war, she on the other hand was on a dying side, one against a hundred. The Nephilim fighting a battle she'd most likely lose, as did her forefathers and theirs, so on and so forth. Her laughing stopped, the memories of Srin rippling violent waves in her mind. Alexandra had seen the grand scale of the war, light against dark, dark against light. When she looked back to the crimson pools, her gaze hazy with a new watery sheen. "You don't smell that bad....I'm sorry." Alex would give him a small, reassuring smile before stepping back again, "Clearly we need to get you some oils." Her grin returning.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 11:37 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped sleeveless hoodie, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? As the girl pointed an accusatory finger at him, he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms indignantly as he responded. "I did not! You... You... ugh. Nevermind. By the way, don't point, it's rude." He said, growing agitated as he shifted from one foot to another. He honestly had a hard time concieving how somebody could even think about enjoying having themselves in that position. It felt so... dissapointing. To be trapped to literally where he couldn't move anything, now that was something that made the demon shudder on the inside. His smile faded as he looked down. S he commented on his scent once more, he chuckled, slightly relieved. He gazed into a pair of golden honey hues once more, seeing that they were glassy, almost as if the nephillim was about to shed a tear. "Thanks, I think. You know what Alex? you're alright sometimes... I guess." He said as he leaned against a tree, his hands with the obsidian black tipped claws sliding into his jacket as he did so. His gaze would turn to the ground and breaking eye contact with Alex as he did so. His back would slowly slide against the tree until his behind touched the earth. There he would sit, knees bent and eyes pointed skyward with hands in his pocket. He was wondering what they were going to do next. Now that he had finished some recent martial arts training, he had really no idea what they were supposed to do next. He could always train more, but there was really no point in that. He would probably wait for his next rank up before learning any more types of fighting styles. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 12:35 pm
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"I guess you are, too." She wouldn't feed him another compliment though, instead, the Nephilim leaned over. Palms pressing against her thighs as she looked at him and his bored expression. "I bet...you can't even catch me." Oh, she challenged him again, a quick jab as she stood back up with an assured smile. The wind whipped around her, tufting her shimmering locks and the fur of her coat. Her right hand began to twirl the air beneath her feet, making the gust pick up leaves and other weightless debris. "Old man." Her eyes flashed as if they were dawn's rays.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 12:54 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped sleeveless hoodie, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? Vermillion hues shifting from the baby blue sky to the nephillim's golden eyes as she bent to look him in the eyes, he would raise an obsidian black eyebrow as she practically challenged him to a game of tag, in a sense. "I'm so much faster than you though... it wouldn't even be a fair chase. Well, if you don't do that dashing thing you did with the snow. I may be fast, but I ain't that fast blondie." He said with a chuckle. Nevertheless, he rose from his sitting position, now facing the nephillim eye to eye. As she took a jab at him once more and called him an old man, the demon smiled. "I'm actually pretty young for a Diabolus... still old for a human though, I suppose. Even so, i'd probably catch you before you could take two steps." He said with a shrug, wondering what Alex was up to. He was honestly curious to see what the girl had in mind. He was bored, and was into the idea of playing whatever game she had in mind. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 1:06 pm
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As he stood, she took a step back, it looked like she stepped on a spring as she rose in the air. She grinned, her legs bending slightly as she leaned forward a bit. "Ha, you're still old Hotshot. So please, educate me in your, oh so, glorious ways." Her fingers wiggling as she said oh so.
Of course she had a plan, not to hurt him but to do something to pass the time cause anything was better than sitting like a dead log by the tree. Alex almost fell asleep there while he mediated, let alone just sitting there staring at one another , that would be too weird.
[Used: Air spout ]
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 3:25 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped sleeveless hoodie, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? Greed rolled his vermillion red eyes at the girl as she rose to an impressive height above him. There that name was again... Hotshot. The demon shook his head, deciding that he could probably get used to the nickname. As the woman shot into the air like a lead ball from a cannon, Greed chuckled as she stopped about twelve feet above him. "I think I will. Don't get upset with how short this game is though."Ah, you make this too easy for me Alex. He thought to himself as he stood for a moment, completely still. His fighting spirit aura was still very visible about his body, though it wouldn't be here for much longer. As the nimbus of red energy swirled about him, something strange happened. The demon moved, but so fast it could barely even be percieved by the trained eye. In fact, those who did manage to percieve the movement would see not one, but three of Greed would be moving at Alex. The movement was done so fast, and was made to be an attack. However, instead of punching the nephillim in the face and breaking her cute little nose, the Diabolus simply lightly tapped her forehead, who was now directly in front of her. She may be caoable of flight however, and the demon was not. So immediately after placed the hand upon her platinum blonde head, he would fall back to the ground. He would land in a crouch, a dull thud coming from the grass as his steel toed booted feet would touch the ground. He then looked up at the Nephillim expectantly, raising his arms. "Your turn." He called up to her, his vermillion eyes meeting her golden hues from the short distance with a challenge.
Skills used:
Lunge Punch
Rank: D
Description: A fast advancing move where the user lunges up to 15ft into an opponent's space and strikes them with a straight punch to the face, sending them tumbling back. Ki propels the user so fast that there appears to be 3 after images behind him, and if this is the only skill used in the post then the user can lunge into the opponent before they can counter (only against same or lower ranked opponents). Three post cool down.
Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 3:54 pm
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As he closed, his form divided and her eyes went wide. The fractions emerging again in front of her face. Those tawny flares rose to find the diabolus inches from her, he tapped her forehead and then descended groundward with a thud. Alexandra leaned back, her spine arching as she spoke, "Did you know that I was born in Yuran, Greed? It is as close to Heaven as anyone can get...but that isn't why I miss it." Her voice that of a gentle tone before she would smile, looking up at the picturesque blue sky, it was dotted with fluffy white clouds every so often before the air grew cold. The ground around Greed would crackle as ice crept along the dirt, crystallizing the grass. Around him the sky would rip open, dumping an abundance of snow over the whole area. It was a Blizzard, a complete white out.
As the snowflakes kissed her face and melted she finished her rotation and landed silently with ease. Her eyes turned white-hot, glowing with the intensity that rivaled the sun. She could spot him, even if he moved, due to his own dark energy. Her grin widened as she knelt down and scooped up a ball of snow, packing it, and launching it through the air directly at his torso. It was webbed with her elemental energy, and when it left her hands it flew with greater accuracy and speed than that of a normal snowball.
"TAG!" She yelled at him, since he wouldn't be able to 'see' her.
[Used: Blizzard 1/3, Clarity, Air Blast C ]
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 4:23 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped sleeveless hoodie, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? "Yuran huh? That place is cold. I met a Biochemist in Yuran." He said, remembering the short trip he had taken to Yuran. He had almost completely forgotten about the potions he had aquired there. As the snowball flew directly for Greed's center line, Greed chuckled. While most people wouldn't be able to see through the blizzard, the Diabolus could. A gift granted to them from who knows what, they are able to see energy naturally. And while he couldn't see the snowball, he could see the nephillim's body move and throw something through the air, which was an inclination enough for him to get out of the way of the mystery projectile coming his way. Shifting his body with his shoulders mostly, his feet would remain planted firmly he turned his torso completely sideways, the ball of snow whizzing harmlessly past him as he smiled. The skill was designed to follow up with a punch initially, but since alex was nowhere near him, he didn't see much of a point in it. "Oooh... so close." he'd say with a smile, before he did something very odd. Instead of running away from the 'it' person... he'd run towards her. He figured that she was 'it', she'd either run towards him as well, or stay where she was. If she ran away from him, he wasn't really sure what he'd do since he was supposed to be the one being chased here... but Either way worked for him. He was just having fun here, as the demon hadn't played tag since... never actually. He had seen kids playing it before, but never had he really seen the point. As he neared the nephillim, whether she remained still or ran at him, the diabolus would quickly drop to the ground, sliding right underneath her legs. She could probably close her legs to make him stop if she wanted to, but it wouldn't be very wise. He would stand up after sliding for several feet, letting loose an actual laugh for once instead of the usual sadistic chuckle as his slide took him farther than he had intended, the snow offering little traction as he slid over it. After a moment, the demon would rub his arms as he shivered slightly, his sleeveless jacket providing little cover against the new terrain. "Jeez Alex, a little warm out here for that furry jacket ain't it?" he'd ask sarcastically as his tail twitched periodically as well, an indication that the demon was indeed cold.
Skills Used:
Shifting Punch
Rank: E
Description: The user rotates their shoulders to the side, useful when dodging an attack aimed at the center-line, and counters with a single swift punch to the opponent’s face or throat. Because they are striking the opponent while they are still trying to strike the user, the opponent has little chance of dodging this strike.
Phase Shift
Rank: E
Description: Through low sweeping crawls and fast maneuvering the user finds an opening in an opponent's legs and quickly shifts through it. The movement may not be much, but it is fast and it puts the user at point blank range to the opponent's backside, leaving their opponent open to attack. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 4:46 pm
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"Hey...HEY!" She would leap into the air as he slid directly towards her legs, continuing past where she last was. Even without wings, the nephilim could still sore and jump great distances without so much as a bat of her plush eyelashes. As she touched down again, the bristles of her coat almost shuttering on their own as the girl was gone in a blink. He could see her, true, but a snow dash was hard to keep track of...even for him.
The only thing that was left was a trail of falling snow in the grand picture of a blizzard.
When she entered the dash, she headed directly for him. Her hands pushed his shoulders back as the rest of her body arched so that her legs kicked back and she could flip over his head. If he had good footing, he would probably remain standing, but if not, he would fall. She'd twist mid air and land a few feet away with a smile connecting her rosy cheeks. "I didn't that time, Greeeeed. Tch. I'm pretty nice and cozy. Why? Are you getting cold?"
[Used: Blizzard 2/3, Air Spout, Snow Dash/Jump ]
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 5:01 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped sleeveless hoodie, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? As the nephillim dashed away, Greed crouched slightly, ready to move at a moment's notice. However, he wouldn't be able to see Alex and her energy until it was far too late. Suddenly, he felt a pair of feminine hands grip his shoulders and launch Alexandra over him. He watched as she twisted gracefully in the air, landing far lighter than the Diabolus probably would have. as she began to tease him, the Diabolus would respond by raising a middle finger and pointing it at her, the obsidian clawed digit arching skyward. "I'm v-very warm in my sleeveless, shirtless jacket and thin pair of sweats, thank you very much. Couldn't be much c-cozier." He managed to say sarcastically through slight shivers. As the Diabolus said this, he felt a heat inside his body, and flames began flickering lightly in his hands. He rubbed them together quickly, running his hands up and down his arms as he felt them revive. Oh, that feels so much better. Damn snow. He thought to himself as he finished warming himself up with a small amount of elemental fire. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 5:19 pm
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Just as the blizzard appeared, it would stop. The ground around them would begin to melt the remaining blanket of snow, making the grass and dirt wet. Alex on the other hand was smiling at him again as he shivered and stoked his on flame. "Is that how you 'warm up'?" Her hand shot over her mouth, holding back the laughter. Sure he could flip her off till the cows came home, she'd still jest. "Maybe you should take up knitting? Then you can make yourself some nice arm warmers or a scarf. Probably in black, or red to match your eyes." Her hand jetted down to her hip, the other matching as she stood there. "I believe I win." Really, they were tied in this game but she felt triumphant.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 5:43 pm
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