The fair haired doctor finished her meal and picked up the plastic container before walking across the room to throw it away. Her things were neatly tucked away, the rapier leaning against the wall by the nightstand, her belt and vial containers not far from it. A basic med pack containing gauss, a variety of wound cleaning supplies, absorptive padding, scissors and a roll of "tape"- placed among her clothes in a set of drawers. A small back pack meant for traveling not far from it. Alexi began to collect the various objects; checking and inspecting her poison collection before tying the belt to her waist, adjusting the small containers around it for easier access and then securing Avarice's scabbard to the right side of the belt. Alexi's steps took her back to the end of the bed where the flare gun sat out, passing it to reach and open the set of drawers to remove the medical kit and the small back pack, taking these two things back towards the bed.
Once packing the med kit and flare gun into her bag the Austrian began to scan the room, checking to make sure she hadn't forgotten something important. Finding nothing important she turned around to leave the place.
The streets of the Island had cleared considerably, perhaps the time of night or the apparent interest in the exams. A blood bath was expected, especially after the incident at Homura's. Alexi could hear people chattering about excitedly about their favorites to take the victory and expectations of the show they'd get to see from the second exam. The pale haired girl could only faintly smile as she passed by the gossipy demons, her foot steps quick and light as she ran by. She had to find this HQ, before people began to suspect something utterly ridiculous.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 7:46 am
Fighter || Aria || Exorcist || Exwire
Victor was finishing packing his backpack with his things, not having removed many of them in the first place. He strapped his vest on his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt but his pants were the same as before. The white bandana remained wrapped around his head and his equipment was holstered well in his vest that was all black. Looking over the map before, he had packed a white parka and winter boots to accommodate the colder region of the island had he come in contact with it. The flare and phone were last to go into the bag before he threw it on his back. Opening the door, he stepped out and let it close behind him, not looking back. There was a determination in his eyes that looked onward and no longer backwards. Loading into the elevator, he pressed the button for the first floor and waited on it. He had gone through his phone and saw the names of his team mates. He had a good roster but knew that they were still at a disadvantage. Ignazio had more on his side with his familiars not to mention the recent shrinking of their numbers after the restaurant massacre. Ignazio had planned the encounter, Victor realized. His brutality was for show, knowing there were others watching. Aiming to drop enemy morale, Ignazio had bared his teeth for all to see. The elevator stopped on the ground floor and Victor stepped away from the side wall, looking out of the elevator as he began to move forward. He needed to watch his back now. The exam had begun and anything could happen now. There wasn't anyone in the lobby as he crossed the room and headed out the doors. The base for Team White was ways away but Victor knew how to read a map well and navigate the wild. He would reach the Ruins in no time.
Post Word Count:320 Total Word Count: 4475 Mobility: 299/299 Qi Level: 18,950/18,950
Yggdmillennia Seal: On Back of Blazer & Vest, and as a small emblem on the front breast.
As he remained seated on his bed besides his familiars, his phone rang repeatedly until he moved to answer it. The voice that came through belonged to his father who had called to see if everything was alright with him and his friends. "I take it you are one of the many people who have already seen the video that has been going around of my time inside of Homura? Rest assured, we acted only out of self-defense and I moved fast enough so that no technique of the Yggdmillennia family would be learned just from watching my movements. Besides, there were not many who could keep up with my movements in the area. Their faces showed it after I walked away from the group and the assailants bodies fell over." Unfortunately, the safety of his son and the success in which he brought to those had cared for within the restaurant did not matter to his father. Something about technique and the usage of a fork was said aloud before the phone line went quiet. "Father? Are you still there..?" Was his signal being jammed? Sounds from outside his door had caused him to leap from his positioning on his bed before sliding to a quick stop directly in front of the door. The peep hole served to show that it was simply a cleaning man whose cart had fallen over. After locking and then barricading his door for the moment, he turned and returned to his bed just as his father's voice came through. "You what..? A bet? Why did you think to place a bet on how many lives we would claim? I mean why would you not instead worry about the--" He was cut off then by his father insisting that beating Tokiomi in their bet was all that had mattered at the time, especially since the male had already decided that no matter what Ignazio would get more kills. As a Knight, Alexander refused to lose at anything, especially if it came to bets with any of the Barthomeloi family members. But, the one who always managed to get to him was Tokiomi, and he simply could not stand loosing to that male. "I do not mean to be rude, but if that is all to our conversation, I really need to start getting ready to head out. The second exam has begun and I still do not know where I stand for such an exam."
Goodbyes were exchanged between the two knights and before the conversation ended, goodbyes were also exchanged between the familiars and Lloyd's father. Closing his phone, he put it down on the bed besides Celebron before lifting the briefcase from the corner of the room in order to put it on the bed as well. Opening it slowly, he scanned over all that was within and made up its contents. Sure enough, there were two jewels present within the briefcase to both represent his meister and that of the chess piece he was to take after. Although, given the colors he had received and the chess piece ranking, it seemed as though he would be worth quite a lot of points if he carelessly had his pendants taken from him. So, as to make sure that he would not forget where they were, he quickly put them both around his neck before looking to his chest as they moved ever so lightly with his own movements. After its unbuttoning, he quickly removed his blazer before his vest, shirt, and tie followed suit in the same fashion. There were no scars anywhere along his body, and many believed that it was simply because he had never been in a real fight, but that was a stupid lie. He had been in more fights than he could count, and even more in which one wrong move would have cost him his life. Injuries and permanent scars were avoided due to him just being the better of the combatants when he entered a fight.
Removing his shoes and likewise his socks, he took the piece of paper with him into his room's private bathroom. Turning the water on from the tub itself, he added soap before allowing the water to fill into the shape of the tub itself. He was then joined by both Celebron and Sirzechs, the latter of who remained near the bathroom door in order to keep guard. Celebron jumped onto the ledge of the tub itself before sitting still. Removing his clothes, he quickly slid into the tub, stopping for a moment in order to fully adjust to the hot water's temperature. Once most of his body had been submerged, Celebron had brought over the paper that had been within the briefcase. After reading its contents, he smiled lightly before handing the paper over to Celebron who then proceeded to look at it alongside Sirzechs. "Imagine that. You already protected this male in the restaurant and put on quite a show for any who watched up close or for those who managed to see the video recordings like your father. Now that you have made it known that you are not an opponent one should foolishly try and fight, I doubt anyone save from those of a strong combat capacity will go to meet you on the battlefield." Watching as Sirzechs left the bathroom with the paper, he submerged himself beneath the warm water before lifting back up and out of it. "Regardless of what I have shown who who has seen it, I move to take the second exam with no regrets." Submerging once again, he remained under for a slightly longer time before lifting himself up above the surface of the water. Having removed the water from his eyes, he released a tight glare as he stared at his bathroom wall. "With the start of the second exam I make this pledge. I will protect my King until it ends. " It was finally time to get ready.
Yggdmillennia Seal: On Back of Blazer & Vest, and as a small emblem on the front breast.
Lifting out of the bathtub, his hand slid along the wall until he came to the towel rack. Having removed the towel, he quickly began to dry himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. A smaller towel was taken from the rack as well and placed atop his head in order to dry his hair. Moving back into the main room, he quickly went into his bag before laying out yet another modified school uniform on his bed. The remains of water left on his body drizzled down his abdomen before vanishing beneath his towel. "It goes without saying that today any one of us within this room may be spending our last living days together. There are a few things that I feel I should repeat again. As this is a fight where we can lose our lives, you are not to make any foolish movements. Watch every moment you make as it can be your last. You are not to engage someone unless I've given the okay due to possible traps and what not. Now, let us head over." After receiving a nod from both of his familiars he quickly moved onto getting dressed. Taking the black bandana from out of the suitcase, he tied it tightly around his upper left bicep and began headed out the door with anything else he'd need. Once downstairs he took off running for his designated location.
The moonlight bathed the dark room in eerie light, pouring through the open balcony door. The room its self was large and in good taste- rich dark woods, royal purples accompanied by subtle golden accents. It was likely among the best rooms in the whole hotel. Having a good sized kitchen, small dinning room, and a living room. In truth it looked more like a condo than a hotel room.
Two large masses of soft fur and glittering scales filling the floor of the rich bed room in which the senior exorcist sat. Their soft sleeping breaths accompanied by the sounds of the waves crashing across the shore, coos of the owls and chirps of the insects. The pale haired woman sitting at her desk, two large portable devices the size of a notebook sitting out before her, a pen in her tanned hand. The screens before her projecting two different views of the examination. One showing the battle of the salamanders by Team Black, the other showing the more slow place battle against the skeletal warriors by Team White.
Her right hand moving quickly as wrote down little notes about the memorable combatants. Out of all the examinees Agnès was finding True Cross to have the most exceptional students battling for the chance to take the grand prize. A small smile crossing her lips as she set her pen down reaching for a glass of cognac she had propped up on a small coffee mug with steaming hot water. The objective to bring the most of the rich tasted of the liquid out, as she wasn't about to have more than the amount she had poured. The amber liquid barely filling the bottom fourth of the wide glass it was in. Bringing the glass to her lips she took a sip before returning it to its place.
Her icy gaze returned to her notes as she began to review what she had written about the different participants. Her notes weren't those of a proctor, instead those of someone looking to sift the playing field for the best talent. Agnès could only hope those who took part in the exam realized there was more to it than getting a good score- a good show of talent opened doors.
Numerous names lined multiple pages, the pale haired woman having left several sheets of empty paper for those she saw to have some skill. The Barthomeloi and the Yggdamillennia boy having the most for multiple reasons- mainly heritage and prowess in the first blood bath of the exams. The Grimory girl, and the Austrian doctor followed but with only a few pages dedicated to them. After those only names of the different applicants filled the next pages in line with their role given for the second exam. Many of which were some of True Cross's "lesser stars". As far as Agnès was concerned they would remain so if they refused to put their skills on display.
She began to note possible meister types to the list of those she hadn't yet seen much of- a question mark next to the wild guess of knight by Titus Fulbright's name. Scribbling dragoon next to the name of Akemi Yogatoshi, but noting the girl had yet to fire a single bullet. The girl seemed a bit fickle, and slow to act.. A somewhat undesirable trait when selecting someone for a top secret operation which a mistake or non action resulted in someones death. The fair haired woman only shook her head as something caught her eye on one of the projections. A naiad, the screen showing its master as her master began to bark orders to those around him. Agnès flipped the pages back to the first, Ignazio's name written across the top as well as the known familiars he had obtained. The words on the pages were from what she had personally seen and knew the boy capable of using. A wyrm, pazuzu, fiend and now a naiad. "Why must you be the most capable looking student in these exams.. I rather not have to ask the blood of my enemy to join me for this project.." Agnès complained to herself as she looked down the list of things written, none of which could be denied. He was a resourceful boy who hadn't yet skipped any precautions. Utilizing his forces to the best of his ability, teams having been set up only moments after his announcement of king- a natural leader people wished to follow. But a ruthless fighter- an invaluable trait when one couldn't allow their mind to cloud their judgement. The senior exorcist couldn't yet say the same about the White King, his speech hadn't had the same effect on his pupils and his plans were rash. If he were to attempt to launch an assault as had been mentioned the fair haired woman could only guess it would go badly. The white base largely unprotected with no food supplies or water supplies evident. If a retreat was made and there were injured to tow back their medical forces would be overwhelmed. And other units split between protecting the land and gathering the supplies they had failed to get before launching their assault. 'For your sake I hope you reconsider your choices.. King' Agnès thought to herself as her gaze returned to the projections watching the ensuing battles with interest.
Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 12:32 am
[[Enter:: Hidden Island || Hanging Neck Island || Howling City]]
After what had seemed like hours to reach Japan and then take a boat that took them to the Hanging Neck Island, they finally arrived. The trip, Lan realized, didn’t take as long as it had felt, with the two girls engrossed in each other and forcing Lan to watch this horribly disgusting display of affection. Lan did not feel disgusting because these were shared between two girls, it was merely because it was a display of affection, something that Lan never experienced herself, and something she never understood. The display only seemed more horrible because one of the girls used to be her best friend, and was feeling left out because they only displayed attention to each other and not a single bit to Lan, but she didn’t feel it would be right to interrupt them, so she merely just tried to ignore them. After arriving in the town Lan saw so many amazing places that she didn’t even realize she was separated from her friend, but it would be okay, she would find her later. Turning her attention back to the town she seen that the entire place was shared by humans and demons alike, it was quite beautiful and Lan wasn’t for sure if she really wanted to ever leave this place. Then the scent of sweets suddenly barraged her nose, and she subconsciously found herself before a delicious smelling candy shop. But she didn’t have any money on her, so found herself wondering off, now depressed she couldn’t get any sweets.
Lan found herself at a bench near some sort of café, she sat there and pondered what she was going to be doing for the rest of the day. She had found out that the third part of the exams, which would involve the fighting arena, still wasn’t going to be for a few days maybe. Lan wasn’t going to go stay with her old friend, she’s had enough of their constant displays of affection, and decided she would find someplace else to sleep. She would join back up with her in the morrow, but for now she planned to stay away. Lan wondered around some more, encountering many different types of human and demons, some humans were cold, because she was in her partial demon form, some were nice, some called her cute, and then there were some demons who were dicks, there were some that were nice, and also one that was giving her a really creepy stare, she decided to slowly back away from that one.
Word Count: First one ::551 Second one ::772 This one :: 424 Qi Remaining: 38,600/ 38,600 Mobility Remaining: 70 /70
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 6:58 am
Agnès “Clementine” Edelfelt
Aria || Tamer || Upper 1st Class
As battles concluded and preparations were being made the Edelfelt woman’s eyes began to drift shut. In truth it was getting a bit boring, The White Team had done the wise thing to send out a group to hunt- and while they had been successful it was about the same amount of time for the Black Team to clean and eat themselves. Other preparations including the scouting of the ruins. “How boring… But sadly necessary..” Agnès said quietly to herself as she pushed her chair out away from the desk she sat at. The pressure of her feet against the floor made it feel like pins had been stuck into her legs, her movements wobbly and weak. ‘Seriously?’ The pale haired woman thought to herself as she pushed on towards the small kitchen in the main living area, trying not to lose her balance as she tip toed about the massive beasts that took up most the floor space. ‘Of all the times my legs must fall asleep it’s when I’ve gone to get coffee. What a pain.’ Agnès complained to herself, as a bored expression crossed her face, she could be thankful however sensation was slowly returning to her legs- a sign the damned appendages were finally waking up.
Quiet footsteps took the short woman across the chilly tiled floor of the condo’s kitchen, her hands reaching up to the cabinets to pull out another mug before coming near to the coffee machine that sat in the corner. The thing was pretty advanced and only required her to select a canister, which she pulled out the drawer below the machine and lazily selected one without a second glance. Coffee was coffee, in her line of work it really didn’t matter what it was. Many times there wasn’t much of a choice- and if you were too picky you’d often reveal that you weren’t who you appeared. It was funny how the little things mattered in her line of work, a small smile crossed her lips as the machine finished creating the fresh brew. A small beep informing the woman of such. Taking the cup Agnès took a deep sip of the dark liquid, ‘Strong, and rich. Not unlike some of the beans from South America. It’ll do.’ She thought to herself before walking back towards her bed room.
Sitting down once more into the chair, she pulled near to the desk before her, slouching into her seat as she took another sip. Her icy gaze observed the Traitor at work- or at least the commentators wouldn’t shut up about the little things the blonde girl did. Noting how she failed to follow her own instructions- stashing away supplies that were wanted to rig the place in a defensive manner. “And what do you plan to do little one?” Agnès asked rhetorically as she watched the girl’s group enter into the passage below. The Doctors orders were clear- but the Edelfelt woman quickly realized the girl’s plan. ‘I see. You plan to rig the lower levels. If your forced like rats down below.. It’s in your best interest to be sure some of the enemy dies. Even if it means risking your life in the process. After all.. It’s your mission to lead team black to victory.. Isn’t it?’ Agnès thought to herself as she took another sip of her hot drink. The older woman watched lazily as the girl returned, purposely splitting away from the group to stash a map if their enemy were to use the front door- they’d find it. “Knowing your enemy- he won’t find or need that. But, it’s clever. Especially without much communication with your real allies. In the field.. A more complex location would be selected for such an object…” Agnès said to herself as she watched the members of team white settle down for some breakfast- the deer having been finished. The senior exorcist knew there wasn’t much time before the onslaught would begin.
Her gaze shifted to watch the blood of her enemy ride up on a massive winged beast. If An’givare had been something more than a twitching creature taking up more than half the room- he’d probably leap with excitement and bring down the building. Agnès could only smile as she thought of how the two beasts seemed to have bonded over nothing more than a high speed chase through the streets’ and alleyways of Tokyo. ‘I’ll never fully understand you dragons…’ She thought to herself as she observed the glacial prison that was formed on the upper levels of the ruins which had previously served as the base for Team White. The Edelfelt woman’s icy gaze shifted to observe how they scuttled down towards the underground cavern. “Like rats you hide. I suppose the traitor’s plan was something of a success.. How funny.” Agnès mused to herself as she watched now the Knight of Team Black- or at least she could assume as much. The Yggdmillennia boy had after all sworn loyalty to Barthomeloi heir only a few hours before. But that was something beyond theatrics of the exam- that was a life pact. One she could care less about, the Yggdmillennia being nothing but savages and the Barthomeloi only thieves. A fitting pair. Regardless of familial ties the Edelfelt woman watched with interest as the Yggdmillennia boy released a sword from the seal on his shoulder, a brilliant light that was in truth- dulled by the cameras to make it fitting to watch on TV. A blood offering made, and soon the power of Excalibur flattening the ruins into nothing. But the exams weren’t meant to protect one team or the other- and it would seem the caverns were beginning to cave in. Agnès could only cackle one of her hyena like laughs as she watched the terror crossing the faces of the White Team. Her laughing only intensified as the previously rigged exits went off. “And now it gets interesting doesn’t it?! I wonder if they know who yet.” The pale haired woman said excitedly as a large grin crossed her face. Taking a deep sip of her drink she placed the empty mug down in the far corner of the desk as she leaned into a hand.
Unfortunately her excitement was soon spoiled as the White Knight did the unexpected- a suicidal move soon met with his own suicide. The grin that crossed her tanned face quickly shifted into a frown as she watched the steam lift up from the body. ‘How troublesome.. Likely means I’ll be called in to assist.. With so many other deaths the proctors likely have their hands full collecting the masses that died in the cavern.. as well as the dust of those who may have died from the Wyrm’s game of Freeze Out.’ Agnès thought to herself as her gaze narrowed on the blonde haired boy, in the corner of her eye she caught the faint light of her cell phone go up.. A new message. “You b*****d. Death has nothing on what I’d do to you if you were still alive…” Agnès complained to herself as she ignored her phone for a moment longer. The stream was only slightly delayed- and she soon knew the true origin of the message. The Black King had forfeited, never mind his victory was imminent. “I’m surprised. I thought you were a bit more ruthless.. baby Ignazio. Seems you’re not quite like you’re father after all.” Agnès chimed, a small smile crossing her face as she pushed her chair once more away from the desk she sat at. Leaning back over only to grab her cell phone, coming quickly back to an upright position as she checked the message.
It was as she had thought, she was required to travel out into the desert and officially end the exam. A troublesome affair- but she was sadly the best suited for it. Given she had two capable wind demons to make use of. The pale haired woman looked over her shoulder at the beasts sprawled out on the floor, only able to shake her head at the thought. The two beasts lay with their undersides exposed upwards- not unlike an opossum playing dead. Except their bodies twisted and contorted in the strangest ways- a comical sight- especially for how strong the woman knew them to be.
Agnès slipped her boots on to her feet before drawing near to her beasts, the wyvern lay closest and her boot made contact with his side as she clapped her hands and generally made a ruckus to wake him. The beast merely turned lazily as a single blue-grey eye popped open. “We’ve work to do you lazy b*****d.” Agnès said to him as it began to stretch out its wings- which collided with the ceiling, making quite the hole. It’s tail twisted as a mischievously look crossed the dragons eyes’, it then brought down the scaly tail on to the kirin’s chest with great force. Causing the horned creature to leap up with surprise. The Kirin responded with hasty aggression, angling its horned head towards the wyvern’s throat. An’givare only chuckled- if one could call it that.
“Now, now Vermeille. We’ve work to do.” Agnès said with a small smile, the Kirin made slow steps back from the dragon- the movements almost passive aggressive. The pale haired woman only shook her head as she watched the two. But it wouldn’t be long till they stood on the balcony, this time the Edelfelt woman mounted the iridescent wyvern. The two taking off with a slight push from the ground and a stretch of wings in the hot afternoon air. The majestic Kirin following the pair shortly after, flight granted by the beasts ghost-like wings. Their path was already decided- the ruins.. Or what was left of them. It would only be a short trip, after all- she rode beasts that could be considered the quickest in the open sky.
┗ Titus Fulbright ┓ ► Son of Satan ◄ Exwire || Knight || Berserker || Kurthnaga ||
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The trek back to the Howling City was grueling for the silver haired half breed. One reason and most likely the main reason was that it was extremely hot in the desert. If he had not brought that water bottle with him, he would have passed out or something worse quite easily in the hot sands. Another reason why the trip was troublesome was because of the length of the trip. The young man did not feel it in himself to force himself to run back to the city, so he pretty much walked the whole way. The sand also made his feet feel incredibly heavy after a while, causing him to feel tired. Being alone did not help either. There was no one to talk to that could give him a reason to be energetic, so the silver haired boy felt terrible the whole way. Thoughts of the events of the second exam that had just ended not too long ago kept surfacing to the half breed's mind, making his mood worse. The death of many of his teammates, and the way his opponent just gave him the victory; These thoughts bothered him as he could finally see the city within his view.
Upon reaching the city, he could see that the number people were unchanged. If anything, there were more people walking around the city, most likely to watch the third exam. Shaking his head as he reached the place, he continued toward the hotel. The air of the city felt much cooler than the desert, causing the half breed to let out a sigh of relief as he walked. "Glad I made it back... Sheesh!" The half breed grumbled to himself. While he walked, he could not help but notice a few stares and glares at him from humans, demons, and half breeds alike. The satanic half breed's brow rose, as he glanced around at each of the figures looking back at him. Being stared out just for walking back to the city felt awkward for him, and it was warranting a loud rant from the half breed. Sighing, the young man just shook it off, and focused on getting to his hotel room where he could relax for a moment.
Titus could not ever get used to walking inside such a giant and elegant building. He felt... Out of place in the fancy building. He never lived an incredibly high class life, but at the same time the young man never experienced poverty either. He lived an average life in a big temple. Strange, considering he's the son of satan. Titus snapped out of his little reminiscence of his home, and went onward to the elevator. The young man slowly remembered something vital in the cool, air conditioned elevator, causing some sweat to drop from his head. "My...Room key..." The young man whispered to himself, as he exited onto the third floor. His face was pale, yet he had a smile on his face. 'Oh my... What the hell did I do with it?' The half breed panicked as he checked his pant pockets. Nope. Nothing. Next, the young man checked the pockets of his blazer. Nope. Nothing but throwing knives. Titus was now breathing heavily as he checked the compartments of his combat belt, only to find grenades, and other equipment that he was given during the exam. With every pocket on his person checked, the silver haired half breed realized that one of two things happened. One, he brought the room key with him, but dropped it while he was fighting, or running to the ruins. The second, better option was that he left the room key in his room, after focusing only on bringing equipment that he needed. With the second option in mind, he got up and knew what he had to do. "To the front desk!"
Titus rushed back to the elevator, and walked as fast as he could to the counter with the tall female demon. Lucky for him there was no long line to wait for, so he could easily just ask for what he needed to. Taking a deep breath, he began to ask the woman for assistance. "Um. I forgot my room key in my room... Could you give me a replacement key to unlock it?" The tall female nodded, and asked him what his room number was. In that moment, the half breed froze. 'Room number... Was it 330? 301? 327?' He could feel a sweat drop rolling down his face as he began to panic internally. The young man looked the clerk in the eye hesitantly, only to give her an awkward smile. "I-I don't know." The young man laughed nervously, feeling the rage and annoyance from the woman at the counter. One could almost feel the annoyance in the air, and know it was coming from the front desk without even looking. 'Am I going to...Die?' Was all the young man could think as she narrowed her eyes at him. However, the female demon was able to retain her professional and polite mannered ways, and simply asked, "What is your name, sir?" Almost immediately, the young man answered "Titus Fulbright, from True Cross Academy." The demon began to type what had to be his name, and then quickly went to the back. She returned with a key card, looking at the young man. After telling him the room number, the half breed thanked her for her help. He returned to his room, and sighed as he walked in. The young man turned on the small television as he stripped himself, and carefully set the equipment belt he was wearing next to his suitcase.
The young man took a short bath, trying to rid himself of sweat, and after wards put some trousers on. The television showed a recap of the second exam, causing him to frown. There were some good clips of him jumping around the ruins slaying some skeletal warriors, but that was all that made him feel remotely happy. Sighing, the young man took the steak from the restaurant trip out of the mini refrigerator, and ate it slowly as he watched the Black team's recap. "So he has four familiars..." The young man took another bite of his steak, seeing the dragon, bird woman, fiend, and water thing summoned by Ignazio. The young man was surprised to see that Lloyd had a little trick of his own. It was Lloyd that destroyed their base; Not Ignazio. Shaking his head, he put his cold steak box to the side, and laid down on the big bed. Another stressing thought came to his mind as he laid there, listening to commentary from the television. 'Should I go to the exorcist hall now?... Or wait for the next exam?...' Staring at the ceiling, the silver haired half breed wondered what he should do next.
Wearing: True Cross Uniform Mood: Unsatisfied With : No one Post Word Count: 1153 Total Word Count: 6312 Number of Stat Points: 60 Mobility: 145/145 Qi: 31,194/31,194 OOC: Stats
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Unlike most of the students that were still alive, Akemi liked her walk across the hot plains of the dessert. Upon making it to the city it looked as if she hadn't even broke a sweat. Traveling through the city some of the spectators had started to notice her from the exam. Nothing too major just a few recognized her face. Though people didn't see her as a major competitor in the exam. In fact there was more talk around the town about the death of Victor and Ignazio forfeiting the exam. Which was only natural, those were unexpected twists in the exam.
She finally made her way back to the hotel room. Walking through the grand doors that were opened for her by two bell hops. Making her way up the grand stair case, slowly taking each step. she made her way up to hotel room and pulled her room key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. When she put the card into the key hole she would wait for the red light to turn green telling her that the door was successfully unlocked.
Turning the door knob she pushed the door open and entered into the empty room. Everything was exactly where she had put it her clothes still neatly folded in her suit case. The first and only think Akemi wanted to do was take a shower. The sand was everywhere in her clothing and had started to itch her skin. Walking into the bathroom she would turn the hot water on and get undressed to get into the shower. For her a shower was the perfect place to think about things. The warm water would run down her hair onto her neck and shoulders continuing down till it would follow the rest of the flowing water down the drain. Akemi took her time in the shower and was in there for about 40 minutes before deciding to get out. Turning the water off she would grabbed the robe that hung next to her shower and wrapped her hair in a towel walking back into her hotel room and sat on the bed. Reaching over to the night stand she would pull the top drawer out and grabbing the remote. At the top of the remote was a bright red button with white lettering above that read POWER pressing it she turned on the television in front of her bed.
The first thing that turned one were the results of the exam that had just happened. recapping the events that took place. Once of the scenes showered alexandria setting up the traps in the halls. "She surely must be blaming herself for Victors death." she said a load to herself and thought of the only reason why the girl would blame herself. Because she was the traitor and blew up two of the three exits it forced Victor to do what he could to survive. He instinctively went into fight or flight mode and acted without thinking. The screen would soon pan back to Ignazio showing him pull the trigger forfeiting the exam then the screen panned over to Titus, being that he was the king of white, as the victory was claimed for the white team."I wonder..."Akemi didn't understand why someone like Ignazio would quit such an important exam.
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Mobility: 104/105 Qi: 47,327/47,827
Weapons ammo: Right gun: 2/20 Left gun: 20/20 Side gun: 10/10
Equipment Name: Tactical Explosive Set Requirements: None Description: The Tactical Explosive Set is a common set of explosives that is used by most of the members of True Cross. This is a multipack of different explosives that will come in handy in defeating not only demons but some humans whom have allied themselves with Satan. These explosive are military grade so they are highly dangerous to use in a close proximity of oneself. The Tactical Explosive Set comes with Holy Water Grenades, Stun Grenades, Incendiary Grenades, Smoke Grenades, EMP Grenades, Decoy Grenades, Signal Flairs, and Tabun Gas Quantity: ------- [ 3/3 ] Holy Water Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Stun Grenades ------- [ 1/2 ] Incendiary Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Smoke Grenades ------- [ 1/1 ] EMP Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Decoy Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Signal Flair ------- [ 1/1 ] Tabun Gas Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
Equipment Name: Banishing Bullets x2 Description: These are known as Banishing Bullets, they are made from sacred steel blessed by four of the world’s most virtuous monks, which is the same method in order to create a demon sword but instead of placing the soul of a demon into the steel, the bullets are in a raw purified form laced in holy water and holy wine, which makes them highly dangerous towards low and mid-level demons. Etched into the side of the bullets is a crucifix which binds this hold power together. Demons shot with one of these bullets can lead directly to death because of the high amount of holy energy. They tend to completely destroy the targeted area so it turns to nothing but dust. A shot to the head is fatal for low level Demons while upper level demons might take more than a single shot to kill them with these bullets. If a mid-level or higher demon is shot with one of these bullets are able to resist the holy power for a period of time but the bullet must be removed as soon as possible if they want to survive and start healing. Locations shot with these bullets won’t heal until the bullet is properly removed. Half-Demons are also affected by these bullets but they tend to suffer milder side effects because of their human side but because they are still demons they will feel as if they are being burned alive from the inside out starting from the location the bullet entered the body and will eventually make its way to their hearts. Quantity: --------- [x10] BULLETS (per battle) x5 =50 Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 5:51 pm
During the time frame Titus was in the bath, the hotel had seemed to be infiltrated with men where dark blue suits and bullet proof vest, some of them were wearing helmets while others didn’t. The men that stood out of the group were to ones wearing European style suits with six buttons, three of the males were in black while one in particular was wearing a Crimson suit, he also held on to a cane with a ruby on the head. The footsteps of the group of men wearing suits as they came to a door that had two males with machine guns crouched on the ground on either side of the door while the third was in front of the door holding a radio. The male acknowledge the suit wearing men in shock to see one of the male in particular. Suddenly the gun wielding soldiers moved away from the door and were replaced with two of the males in suits who removed their own weapons from their blazers. The male in the crimson suit followed the final male where the black suit before that male removed a gun from a hidden holster from behind him. Pulling the top of the gun back, he loaded a bullet into the barrel of the gun and faced the door calmly. The male in the crimson suit tapped the cane down on the carpeted floor as a foot connected to the door, breaking it off of its hinges. Soldiers began to file into the room one after another with their weapons loaded and surrounded Titus before he could move from his position.
Slowly entering behind all the soldiers the male in the crimson suit revealed himself. ”Sorry for intruding so late at night; you must be Mr. Fulbright, correct? Or would it be better if I called you by another name; how does, Prince of Gehenna sound or maybe Little Satan?” the male asked as he tapped the cane down in front of him, resting both hands on the top of the gem. The fudge colored hair, azure eyes, and royal colored clothing were a symbol of the Barthomeloi family. The male didn’t need an actual introduction, but it would be rude if he didn’t give a proper introduction. The male raised the cane from the ground and held it with his right hand around the neck slightly under the fist-sized crimson gem. ”Good evening; my name is Ignazio Barthomeloi. You already know my son. I assure you, this little meeting won’t be too much of a hassle, as long as you do everything I say from this moment onward. Understand?” he asked as his eyes narrowed and a small smirk appeared along his face as if he was being friendly with the young half demon. The head of the Barthomeloi House took a few steps into the room passed the broken down door. He looked around at the arrangement and nodded his head, noticing that Titus was actually within a pretty nice room, for something that was provided through the Order. The male stopped moving forward as he reached the open spot between two of the men in black suits. ”On one side of the path, there are demons. Pleasure seekers incapable of anything but destruction; on the other are humans, who’s vague morality makes them weak. I wonder, which path will you choose; I ask you this, for the simple reason, no one knows what you are, and you managed to show yourself to two of the heirs of some of the most powerful Exorcist families to walk this world. Do you really think we’d let you walk around so freely without keeping tabs on you. You think Lloyd and Ignazio are your friends? Think again boy, they are spies, their power is more than anything you can dream of on your own. You keep holding back, and you’ll get killed.” the male said calmly with a dark and low voice before releasing a light chuckle. ”I know, answer me this; do you know why you were selected as the King for the last exam?”
The silver haired half breed had slowly sat himself up, about to get dressed. The recap of the exam had just ended, and went on to a commercial, most likely meant to advertise some random products and stores. Scratching his head, the male sighed, and turned off the television after being a bit fed up with all of the commentary. Truthfully, all he wanted to do was to relax before being called on for the next exam. Sighing, the young man proceeded to stand up and change.
A loud and rather unnecessary opening of the door followed as he stood up. Men piled into the once calm and peaceful room, and surrounded the boy, pointing their weapons at him. The half breed took a moment to look at each of them, and sighed. 'What the hell did I do now? Or maybe they're here to tell me about the third exam? ' The silver haired boy hoped, as he took a seat at the foot of the bed as he previously had, seeing as he had no chance to retaliate. His weapons were in the back of the room, and not on his person at the moment. He was screwed, and he knew it. His head turned toward the man in the crimson suit, with brown hair and a face akin to that of someone he knew. As he addressed him, the boy had a light smile on his face. However, the man called him by another name; Prince of Gehenna. His smile disappeared, and now it was stern, void of any sort of joy or happiness. The young man took a moment to think about what he was going to say, and then tried his best to speak politely. "I actually prefer Mr.Fulbright, or Titus, sir." The half breed finally said, after a short pause. There was no point in playing it off now; His tail was out, since he was shirtless.
The man introduced himself as Ignazio Barthomeloi; Not very shocking. But he did let out a slight "oh" as he finally realized who it was that he recognized. The resemblance between the two Ignazios was amazingly clear, and if he wasn't surrounded by a bunch of guys with guns in their hands, the silver haired boy probably would have burst out laughing or something. Scratching the back of his head, he let the man continue his little speech. 'They both talk a lot too...' The half breed thought, as the man talked about choosing paths. Wasn't it clear what path he was on? Why would he be taking an exam to become an EXORCIST if he was trying to work with Satan? The way these people thought baffled him. However, the boy said nothing, as the man clad in red continued on, basically telling him not to trust his son, and his swordsman friend.
An interesting question arose at the end of the brown haired man's speech which was actually something the silver-haired boy was wondering himself. 'Why I was selected as King?' The young man took a moment to think, wondering why he was selected out of all the exorcists that could have been. Was it because of his charisma? No, he didn't have strong enough charisma to lead... Was it because of his test score? Again that had to be a no; There were more students that scored 9's on their tests as well if that was the case. The young man really had no clue, and with a troubled, dumbfounded look on his face, Titus looked at the man with the crimson suit and shrugged. "I don't know, Mr.Barthomeloi. Maybe I have more potential to be a leader than I think I do?" He shrugged and nervously laughed as he gave the man a guess.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 12:17 am
The male in red started to laugh before making his way over to the chairs near the small table and pulled it out and turned it to face Titus before taking a seat. His right leg crossed over his left as he allowed the cane to rest in his lap and his eyes narrowed just as he placed both hands on the center of his right knee. ”How interesting, you’re a jester. Ignazio did mention that about you. Never taking anything serious and relying so much on others in order to keep your little secret to a bare minimum; especially after almost being the victim of a Geis. I actually had to punish little Iggy for not carrying out with that. To have the Son of Satan as a familiar would bring the Barthomeloi army and name to a new glory. But alas, he allowed you freedom. I guess he felt sorry for you; just like he did today.” the male continued as he closed his eyes for a second and then opened his eyes slowly and looked at the male’s body investigating him. ”Titus, was it? How about I enlighten you on a few things?” he started as he switched his legs that were crossed over each other, allowing his left leg to take over his right now. His posture was perfect, and every so elegantly he never slouched, nor did his eyes waver from Titus’ body other than to blink or even think to himself for a moment. The Barthomeloi heir gave another smirk as his left hand raised calling the men with weapons to lower them. The sound of metal clicking as the safety was reinstated on their weapons snapped in rapid succession before the weapons were lowered. ”You see, you were selected as King, for the simple fact I put you in that position. You see, the Arc Knights and the Grigori grade these exams very carefully, and when we find someone of a lower class or skill in this case, we face them against someone of the highest caliber to test their potential skills in leadership, strategy, offense, defense, contingency, and lastly pride. You failed all of these test, and by failing, you’ve caused me to lose quite a bit of money I placed on your team at least lasting until dark and ultimately winning.”
The male began to rub the jewel on the end of the cane as he spoke to Titus with a calm and low voice. He wanted to make himself as clear as possible without alarming the boy too suddenly. The male was mainly watching him for demonic activity, but it seemed his demonic powers were sealed in some way, yet the aura in the room was strong enough to catch his attention. ”Now, there were a few other reasons why you caused me to lose the bet; but I’ll get to those later. For now, I want to talk about you. You’re following a road that has already been marked, and from the stories of that road, you’re not living up to the name. To be the child of Satan and not use his full potential in an examination that is testing every bit of his skill is foolish. Are you afraid of dying? Can you not control those flames of Hell? Or is, you’re afraid of being exposed? Which is it child?” the male asked as his eyes lowered slightly as he looked for signs of the male’s tail; a tail that was that of an Ox was the other sign of Satan’s blood, but Ignazio didn’t see one. ”I do have one small request right now, do you mind showing me. Don’t worry, everyone in this room is part of the army that is personally employed to the Barthomeloi House, and is sworn to secrets beyond your mortal imagination.”
The half breed scratched the back of his head as the elder Barthomeloi spoke of him being a jester. He could not deny it. Though, the jester act was not really an act; It was how he was born. The man had taken a seat in one of the room's chairs, crossing his legs and sitting with perfect posture. It reminded him of the younger Ignazio way too much, and he was tempted to call him senpai rather than mister. He watched as the men put their weapons down, feeling a little relaxed. The boy simply nodded as the brown-haired male started to "enlighten" him on some things. He looked at him, taking in all of the facts. One, that he was the one that made up that crazy match up. Two, that he completely failed the test despite being given the win. And lastly, the Barthomeloi had bet on his team to win knowing that they were inferior. It caused the silver-haired boy to think once more. Was he going to hold a grudge against him for bad betting? He stared at the man as he rubbed the jewel on the end of his cane, wondering what he could possibly be thinking. Titus could feel that all eyes were on him. Most likely because being in the room with the kin of Satan kept most people on guard. However, he kept his eyes fixed on the crimson man talking to him.
'Stories of the road? Could he be talking about that one guy from a long time ago? What was his name...' The young man thought hard about the last child of Satan that walked the land of Assiah, unable to remember any specific details, other than the fact that he was an exorcist; Who failed to kill Satan. The half breed stopped trying to remember, and focused on the brown-haired male's speech. The young man lifted his feet onto the bed, crossing his legs. He knew where this conversation was headed. A private army for the Barthomeloi house didn't make the situation any better. The half breed could not trust the man, no matter what he said. He remembered the words of his upperclassman, who told him never to show his powers to anyone, no matter what. The incredibly long speech that came with it passed through his mind, and he shuddered at the thought. 'You didn't go through that long speech for nothing.'
The half breed took a deep breath, and faced the man with his legs still crossed. "I'm sorry Mr.Barthomeloi. I don't have the slightest clue on how to use any of my abilities. If I were to try, I have no clue on what might happen to the people in this room, the room itself, and myself." The young man placed his hands firmly on his knees, and bowed his head as if asking for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, sir." Hopefully, the man would give up and just inform him of the third exam. The young man was not really lying when he said he could not use his powers, as he did not have much control over them. At the same time he very well could expend some of his qi to make a blue flame of some sort, but he honestly was not looking to risk that. The flame could easily turn out much larger than he hoped if he used it recklessly. Also, the man in crimson could easily twist his actions, saying that the son of satan tried to attack him and his company with the flames of creation. Then the young man would be put in a dilemma of some sort like what had happened with the younger Barthomeloi. No signing his life away tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 1:48 am
The male smirked as he listened to the boy speak to him, and by the end of the conversation the Bathomeloi head was on his feet and tapped the cane on the ground, causing the men to stand on alert with their weapons releasing their safety and pointing them at the half demon once again. Ignazio took a step closer to the bed before tapping the cane on the carpet once again. ”I see, so you’re telling me, you don’t have any clue on how to use your powers. Yet my son and Lloyd Yggdmillennia can confirm seeing you in your demonic form, engulfed in those Flames of Creation. ” The male said as he raised the cane and pointed the jeweled in at the half demon and closed his left eyes. ”You leave me with no other choice.” he said as he opened his left eye and took a step back as he stabbed the cane into the ground and called out ”Bai”. The binding spell that was a particular favorite for most Aria, especially one of the Barthomeloi family, although the head of the Barthomeloi family managed to use it without the seal; or it appeared. During the time he was changing positions while he was sitting the male had prepared the seal, with ample amount of time. The room was filled with a crimson light as the male’s Qi took over the room, targeting the half demon to be the subject of the binding.
”Sealing team, prepare the barrier; dragoon squad, get the holy water ready.” he ordered as he began to walk towards Titus once again, but as he walked he tapped the cane along the ground with each step implanting his Qi as men and women entered the room and began to cover the walls in talismans. The dragoons whom had circled Titus lowered their weapons and retrieved grenades from the vests and set them around the bed after setting the timers. ”Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, and hopefully this time I better get the answer I want. Okay?” Ignazio said as he reached the side of the bed and tapped the cane on the ground for a final time. ”Would you mind showing me those brilliant flames; I’d like to see the power that you’ve been hiding from the world. You have a power that not many people can actually defeat. Even my son is afraid to fight you head to head. Do you know why? It’s because he doesn’t know how to combat your flames on his own. But that’s also because he doesn’t carry any holy water on him. You see, most tamers don’t carry things like that on them, simply for the fact we don’t want to harm demons. Although I have no problem harming, killing, or experimenting on them; and since you’re a very rare demon, I wouldn’t mind seeing what the effects of holy water will have on the Son of Satan.”
The male leaned across the bed to get closer to the face of the demon before him, allowing his icy eyes to meet those of Titus and with yet another friendly smile from the devil himself as it would seem, the male took a slight step backwards and he pulled his arms behind his back to hide the view of the cane from Titus. ”You leave yourself open for so many attacks, mentally and physically. I really think you have potential Titus. Too bad it seems like you won’t come to a peaceful solution to this little problem you have with lying. I guess it’s something that runs in your family. After all you’re still human.”
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Akemi mindlessly watched the television before sliding her body to the edge of the bed and dangled her feet before slowly sliding herself down onto the soles of her feet. In the background the television broke the silence that Akemi would find herself in if it were turned off. The sound alone made her feel like she wasn't alone, it gave her almost a false sense of comfort and security. Walking over to her bathroom she would grab her clothing off of the floor and carry them back over to her bag. She was about to put them inside and fold them up neatly for the day she would have tomorrow, but then she realized something. The right sleeve had a rip in it from the arrow she endured back a the ruins. She had almost forgotten that she needed to get it fixed for the day tomorrow. It was already dark out and surely if she tried to leave and find a seamstress the building would be closed by the time she arrived. Tossing the clothing on bed Akemi went over to the night stand and pulled out a paper that had all of the hotels services listed. This list would tell her what they offered their guests and the hours that they had. About a third of the way down she found what she had been looking for, and they best part was that they were still open. keeping the paper in her hand Akemi would go to look for a phone the room would provide. Finding the phone over by the couch on the end table. The phone was looked like one of those old cord phones that connect into the wall. But instead of it being a yellowish white it was elegant. Hints of hold around the ear and talking speakers. The designs themselves screamed expensive.
Picking up the phone Akemi would taking her left index finger and place it inside of the whole over the first number of the telephone number. She would pull the gold plated circle to the right until it stopped allowing her to spin the disk any longer. Then pulling her finger out the disk would slowly spin back to it's original place and Akemi would repeat this process until she had dialed all of the numbers she needed to reach the department she needed. She would wait breifly until someone had picked up the phone on the other end."Hello, I'm calling to ask for assistance repairing a garment I ripped and I would also like for it to be cleaned as well.....That's correct......Just the right sleeve...... By tomorrow......Okay........Akemi Yogatoshi......Room 253..... Thank you." Hanging up the phone Akemi made her way back over to the bed where she tossed her clothing. She would neatly fold it up and gather all of the clothing she would need to be cleaned and neatly fold those as well. she would neatly place them into a small stack so it would make it easier for the messenger to carry it back to the department for it to be cleaned and repaired.
Only a few minutes had passed before there was a knock at her door. Akemi would walk over to the door with the stack of clothing and peek through the eye piece. Through the magnifying glass she could see a bubbly head of a female in a uniform standing at her door. It seemed they were quick to respond to her call so Akemi would open the door. 'Hello we got a call about a repair and cleansing order'"Yes that's correct. These are the pieced i need cleaned and the shirt on the bottom is the one with the rip." she handed the stack out to the female who would grab it from her and would nod with a smile before turned to leave. Akemi would enter back into her room and close the door behind her. Walking down the brief entrance way, she would make her way back over to the bathroom and would unwrap her hair out of the towel and toss it into a hamper than was ont he ground for the towels to be placed in. It would make it easier for room cleaning to collect the dirty towels and replace them with fresh once in the day to come. Akemi would brush her hair free and tangles and would leave it wet for her hair to air dry. However Akemi would still be wrapped warmly in the rooms robe as she would go back over to her bed and slide under the covers. but remained in a seated position as she looked out the small opening in the curtains and out to the city. As she looked a the beautiful lights of the city through the dark night her mind would drift away peacefully and calm as it let go of all of the anger and frustration she bottled up inside from the last three days.
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Mobility: 104/105 Qi: 47,327/47,827
Weapons ammo: Right gun: 20/20 Left gun: 20/20 Side gun: 10/10
Equipment Name: Tactical Explosive Set Requirements: None Description: The Tactical Explosive Set is a common set of explosives that is used by most of the members of True Cross. This is a multipack of different explosives that will come in handy in defeating not only demons but some humans whom have allied themselves with Satan. These explosive are military grade so they are highly dangerous to use in a close proximity of oneself. The Tactical Explosive Set comes with Holy Water Grenades, Stun Grenades, Incendiary Grenades, Smoke Grenades, EMP Grenades, Decoy Grenades, Signal Flairs, and Tabun Gas Quantity: ------- [ 3/3 ] Holy Water Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Stun Grenades ------- [ 1/2 ] Incendiary Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Smoke Grenades ------- [ 1/1 ] EMP Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Decoy Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Signal Flair ------- [ 1/1 ] Tabun Gas Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
Equipment Name: Banishing Bullets x2 Description: These are known as Banishing Bullets, they are made from sacred steel blessed by four of the world’s most virtuous monks, which is the same method in order to create a demon sword but instead of placing the soul of a demon into the steel, the bullets are in a raw purified form laced in holy water and holy wine, which makes them highly dangerous towards low and mid-level demons. Etched into the side of the bullets is a crucifix which binds this hold power together. Demons shot with one of these bullets can lead directly to death because of the high amount of holy energy. They tend to completely destroy the targeted area so it turns to nothing but dust. A shot to the head is fatal for low level Demons while upper level demons might take more than a single shot to kill them with these bullets. If a mid-level or higher demon is shot with one of these bullets are able to resist the holy power for a period of time but the bullet must be removed as soon as possible if they want to survive and start healing. Locations shot with these bullets won’t heal until the bullet is properly removed. Half-Demons are also affected by these bullets but they tend to suffer milder side effects because of their human side but because they are still demons they will feel as if they are being burned alive from the inside out starting from the location the bullet entered the body and will eventually make its way to their hearts. Quantity: --------- [x10] BULLETS (per battle) x5 =50 Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
SIDE ARM WEAPON TYPE: Handgun SIDE ARM WIELD TYPE: Single Wield SIDE ARM MODEL TYPE: Beretta M9 AMMUNITION: 9×19mm FEEDTYPE: 15 Round Magazine ACTION: Semi-Automatic
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