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Armor Picture Updated Kirin would laugh at the reply from the man beside him and started to lean up a bit more with his elbows supporting him against the counter as the young mechanist listened. Of course to follow was a series of kiss a** and how he was a mechanist like Kirin was. The mechanist flashed one of the azure eyes looked toward the man with a bit of malice brewing in his eyes. This man had seemed to not enjoy to be another dog of war like the rest of the people here. The part about being human was what made the man laugh quietly to himself before actually speaking up from his side of the counter."Listen Kid. I am not part of your military here in Nocturne. Aramil is my home... even thou it has been filled with sins of the unclean." he said softly before grabbing the bottle in front of him and chugged it back for a few moments. Slamming it down on the counter again, a large clang would connect with counter infront of him as large metal wolf formed on the table with his tail swaying.
The blue hair mechanist looked up to the machine with out much interest as the machine started to speak up. "Reports that Raphael has forshaken Aramil...." Builder had droned quietly before hopping off stanching the bottle from the counter plugging it up with the small thumbs. Kirin would stagger off the stool as the cloak Ares would slowly move off as well. Running his hand through his hair Kirin would close his eyes, taking a deep breathe before looking towards the mechanist with dull malice. "It seems my time is up here... Raphael has left the people. Someone has to go back to maintain control... If you wish to have my assistance than you may follow... but I do not promise you to be better than the beasts..." he said darkly before grabbing his helmet and slammed it on to his shoulders. A long hiss echoed from the suit as he started to move his hand to his back pulling off his rifle as it started to reform in his grasp. The helm would echo softly as the suit started to leave with the small group... "Only you can make yourself better.."
Skills used: Current Add-ons on his Armor: Armor on! Arm Right: Ammo Holder,Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Arm Left: Ammo Holder, Lazer, Fist Pump!, x2 Jets Torso: Two Ammo Holders,Two Prop Shedders, Projector, x2 Jets, and x2 Tesla, Four Rip Cords Leg Right: Water Holders, Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Leg Left: , Water Holders,Water Pump, GL-224, Jetsx2 Ammo/Gear: Total: Sleep:50 Inec:50 Cryo:50 Frag: 150 10 Clips of Pulse Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 25 Clips of 12mm Rifle Rounds. 12 Rounds each Clip 24 Liters of Water
Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:33 pm
Kirin Benoit
As Kirin said that Raziel could come, a small light would shine in the human's eyes for a moment. That was... easier than he had expected. "Alright, sounds good to me." He said simply, taking another long draft from his bottle of alcohol. As he finished it he would slam it down on the bar top on top of some money for the bartender. The man then got up, stretching his legs and back for a moment as he scratched the back of his jet black haired head. Raziel ignored the part about not being able to be made better than the beasts. The human would make sure himself that he was better than the beasts... of that he was certain. Through his machines and technological advances, he would succeed in becoming stronger than any of these primitive warriors could hope to become... but not yet. For now, he still couldn't even figure out how to make an add on. He would follow the mech suited Kirin out of the bar whilst whistling a soft tune, wondering just where in the hell aramil was. He had heard of it of course, but he had never actually been there yet.
A woman with short brown hair enter the bar, wearing nothing but loos purple clothe and two dagger on her side. As innocent she may seem appeared, there was something sinister about her. "Hello~<3" She leaned on the barcounter to get the bartender attention. "Do you know any guy name greed? He's a yeah high, has a tail and stuff." She said in not so good description. The person turn it's head left to right. "No? Gah! How am I going to find him?" She question herself as she limp on the counter. There's a lot of dark creatures in this city. It's not that easy to find the most greediest man there is in this mass area.
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
As the sin asked around the bar for the demon, he would be nowhere to be found. Blending with the crowd, Greed would sneak up behind the sin, who was slumped over the bartop like an abandoned ragdoll.He would drag the tip of a claw against the back of her neck playfully so it was barely touching, before he spoke in her ear in a low tone. "Ya know, hunting for demons ain't so wise. Especially demons like me." He would state, chuckling in her ear before taking a step back, his ebony black tail swaying nonchalantly over his head. His ever present cocky a** half smile was still on his face, his vermillion red eyes glittering oddly in the dim bar lighting. "Long time no see, Greed numero dos. And why exactly are you taking time out of your oh, so busy schedule to visit little ol' me?" He would ask, a jet black eyebrow arching upwards as he made his sarcastic remarks. Ah, how the Diabolus enjoyed trying to push people's buttons. Nobody was really excempt from his little habit of trying to rile people up. Not even his friends... though he didn't have that many, to be honest.
She let out a wide grin. Not just from the playfully touch on her back, but that sh was able to find him so fast. He has save her the trouble of searching for him. She has to admit that it was cute to try being dark tours her in his first appearance. "There's no need to worry about demons when a devil is the one that is hunting them." She let out a devilish smile as she turn over to him. Really, demons are the ones that should be afraid of her.
She rested her chin on her hand as she continue resting on the counter. "What? Can't a friend just drop by and visit her number one student in the whole tired world?" She answered him in somewhat in a sarcasted way with a big grin. She was so much fazed of him toying with her. She was in a much better mood today.
With a sigh, her expression soften as she need to confess with something. "Actually I wont be around freely like I use too soon. I made a deal with one of my brother-ins to join into his host. So once that happen, I wont be able to visit you often as I've planed. It saddens me." She said truthfully to him. From all the lies and playful sarcasm with the twist of words, this is the most truthful thing that he would hear from her.
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
As she replied, Greed's smile remained. Clearly, the sin of Greed was in a much better mood than when he first met her. "Even devil's dont look for me. Everybody got the memo that i'm dangerous as ********>... But I guess i'll let it slide this one time, since you have such a pretty face." He would state jokingly, before he rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Just kidding... anyways, what do you mean, made a deal? That sounds like a pretty shitty deal to me dude." He said, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as his smile dissapeared. For some reason, this deal didn't sound completely voluntary to him. Crimson red Lightning would arc off of the man's arms and shoulders from time to time, a simple sign that he had recently meditated and recharged his inner storm abilities. The demon was practically a battery at full capacity right now. He took a seat next to the sin, his ebony black claws clicking against the bartop as he tapped it repeatedly in a drumming fashion.
Greed shrugged her shoulder, not only for his suspicious but also his distasteful joke. "It was pretty a shitty deal, it was a good idea at a time, but a deal is a deal." She sigh, leaving out the details from him. "ANYWAYS~ Better take this time to spend some time with you. You are ever-so yummy to be near with! <3" She kicked out the gloomy mood with her preppy smile back on her face. She leaned forward to him, placing two of her finger onto his chest and started walking upwards. "You seam to hold a few new tricks in you. Is my little sinner boy becoming stronger just for me?" Looking at him with her golden eyes, she played with him with her lustful voice.
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
As the woman said it seemed like a good deal at the time, the Diabolus shook his head. "How that sounds like a good idea at all is beyond me. I would have killed somebody that came at me with a bullshit deal like that." he said idly as his tail wrapped around a bottle on the shelf, bringing the bottle over the countertop and into the demon's hand. Greed quickly twisted the cap off and took a long draft from the bottle before setting it down on the table. If the bartender noticed he stole the bottle... Greed didn't really care. He'd incinerate anybody who objected. As she placed her two fingers against his chest and walked forwards, the demon woulf lean backwards and away, his back resting against the counter top. The tip of his obsidian tail would touch her chest, pressing against it in an attempt to back her up. as he did this he would slide to the left, giving himself some room. "Now this is gonna sound silly coming from a berserker, but I have personal space issues. So if you could respect my bubble of space, it would be much appreciated, Child." He said with a sarcastic smile, before she asked her question. "Yeah i've gotten stronger... if you meet a djinn named Gregor you tell him the next time I catch him his treasure is mine, and that i'm gonna kill him and take a dump on his grave." The demon would state, his anger flaring at the mere thought of that stupid djinn. His smile dissapeared, and he took another drink from the bottle.
Greed raised a eyebrow as he try lean away from her wile pushing her away with his tail. She comply of drawing back. "Heh... Well at least lust isn't in you too much, which is one less thing I don't need to worry." She chuckles to herself with a smirk in a mumble.
She comfortable sat onto the stool by bar and continue looking at the Diobolus. "A djinn? Sure I'll send him that warning. Though don't blame me once I decided to take the treasure for my self if I see the chance." Letting out a grin, being a hungry woman she is. "By the way, hows the stuff you gotten from Captain Pix Ban is doing for you? Been of any use?" Asking him in a happy tone.
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling: tipsy
Feared Exalted Evil?
As the sin mentioned the fact that Greed wasn't very lustful, the devil man would shrug simply, laughing as she mentioned it. His obsidian clawed hands would raise the bottle to his lips once more, and he would take a long draft from the bottle. It was nearly halfway gone now, and the demon was beginning to feel it's effects. He was feeling... reckless. "It's not that I ain't lustful... but you brunettes just ain't my thing! I've got a thing for blondes." The diabolus would state with a wink, before she started talking about Gregor's treasure. His smile would vanish, and lightning would crack off of his body involuntarily, though it didn't touch any patrons at the bar. There was a dangerous look in the diabolus's now slightly intoxicated red gaze. "If you, or anybody else touches his treasure, i'll kill you for trying to steal my prize right before burying the body right next to that papa smurf looking dumbass. It's my treasure." He would say in a tone that made him sound rather pissed off... Of course, like most of the time when the demon got emotional, he was faking it this time as well. As she mentioned Pix's potions, the diabolus would open his sleeveless zipped up hoodie, revealing the bottles within. "Haven't really had much of a need for them yet. Nobody's good enough at fighting to injure me enough yet." He stated simply, shrugging his shoulders. Of course, after he spoke the demon felt the overwhelming urge to take another draft from his bottle. The drunker he got, the more he found the need to cause mischief. To piss people off and push some buttons. hm... this is gonna be fun. I should drink more often."Hey Greed, i've got a question for you."
She still kept her smile even when he threaten her and have no interest of her. It was cite that he's that determine to steals the Djin gold, even if he may be competed to her. Every thing he do and react relating of him wanting something makes her smile and warm inside.
"Whats the question?" She replied, wondering what he want to ask the sin. Having to put up to his s**t, it better be good.
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
Before asking his question, the Diabolus would toss the bottle of alcohol into the air, catching it by the handle with his obsidian black tail. The bottle then pressed to his lips once more, and he would take a sip before hiccuping slightly. "You *hiccup* you are the richesst and Greediest sin out of all ssseven, are you not?" He would ask coyly with a raised eyebrow, a dangerous glint behind his demonic red eyes as his lips curled into his ever so arrogant smile. His words slurred slightly, as was to be expected after finishing nearly a full bottle of liquor to himself. Even with his natural high tolerance, the demon could feel it's effects... though not as much as many would believe. Greed would sit back onto a barstool, swiveling in the chair slightly and laughing before bringing the chair to a halt, leaning his back against the bar comfortably as he surveyed the crowd, awaiting his female companion's response. While he waited the demon would close his eyes comfortably, letting his energy ebb and flow as he began to meditate. The berserker had become so adapt to meditating, he didn't even need to sit in a particular way to do it anymore. Just clear his mind... though with the alcohol in his system, clearing his mind was almost effortless. Soon enough, he would feel his skin begin to harden. His steel form was almost out of time, and it was about time to renew it. Within no time at all, the Diabolus had completed the skill. It was an unnoticeable skill, and all it really did was up his defense. But the Diabolus hated being out of his steel form. He felt... vulnerable. Even though his skin was already naturally iron hard, it didn't hurt to be a little extra prepared at all times. ((Steel form renewed))
Her lips curled to the most devilish grin that Ms.Greed could possibly seen. She know exactly what he was planing with that question. "Why yes~ yes I am <3 and I plan to continue gaining more~" In a deep voice that sound so unnatural, her golden eyes sharpen as she watch him. Her feet and heel in position below her, ready to when ever she need a quick escape. She is confident with her speed as the fasted sin there is.
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
As the sin answered his questions, the Diabolus's eyes snapped open and looked at her. he stopped leaning against the bartop, swiveling on the barstool so he was looking Greed directly in the eyes, his ruby red gaze meeting with her amber golden gaze. "Well then... why are you only dressed in haaalf an outfit? I mean with all the money you have I figured you'd be able to afford a full sset of clothes. Ya look like you're working a corner at the red light disstrict or some ssshit." He would state, breaking into a small amount of laughter at his own joke before he took a swig from the bottle of liquor he held in his tail. Once the bottle was empty the tail would throw the bottle across the bar, making it crash against the wall with a loud breaking noise. The whole bar would go silent, merry noise stopping at the sudden sound of broken glassware. Several people's gaze shifted uncomfortably towards the demon... who's tail was already reaching towards another bottle. And now... the fun really begins. He thought to himself as his tail unscrewed the bottle for him. The demon glared over the neck of the bottle at a patron staring at him, almost daring him to say something. The man quickly looked away without further ado, and within no time at all the bar was back to it's usual lively chatter. Something about the scene made it look like the patron's were used to these kinds of outbursts... and with a bunch of naturally aggressive creature's of the night always at the bar, it was no surprise that they were accustomed to small outbursts such as his.
She let out sight, may seam like she releaf but more disappointed that he didn't jump on her after answering. Only thing thing she could do is but to chuckle with his laughter of the insult. Though she still have her guard up, knowing eventually he'll do something stupid.
How drunk he is from smashing the empty bottle, he's possibly already there. From how silent the room became and return chatter in the room, he really is feared by the people in the bar. "Heh... have a problem of my taste of clothing?" She said playfully. "I'm not a fool. All those heavy fur and clothing will slow me down. You don't like my exposed body?" She kid with the drunken boy.
