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Mocha giggled.
"What, you want to mess with a sweet and innocent little girl like me? You bad boy!"[[/IloveMochasomuchlol]]
She then leaned back, and snapping both middle fingers, a series of hands made entirely of blood reached up form the gorund to attack him.
[[I'm about to reference a very scary aspect of Odin sphere.]]
~*~
[[Whenever I draw Vhozd, his eyes are always vastly far apart.]]
Not hesitating, Monoe pushed it to the doorjamb with quite some ease, and pushed it into place.

Viola pointed to the coffin room.
"There's a staircase in there. they're upstairs, between the stairs and the crystal room."

Viola contently watched her neice and the fmailiar fight.

Mocha growled, and then took the hands back, and a series of red spider legs emerged from her white coat as she raised her elevation, and a series of red blades emerged from her blood, flyign in an attempt to stab towards Vhozd with them.
[[Poor Vhozd.
And she's acting likeOdette/Heratik here since she wanted ot lcimb up higher, but noy use wings.]]
~*~
Monoe tilted her head, twirling a portion of her hair around her finger.
"I'm doign well."

[[Hahah you guys prolly hate me now. But this is for plot development!
As you know, there are 'archetypes', which make up every work of fiction known to man; there are no 'secondary' characters in Fracture, only side-characters, which are more often than not are the cameo characters who appear simply to flesh out a different chharacter [whether it be fleshed-out family/relationships or fleshed-out past], or the chharacters who don't ocmpete but appear often.
The only slot that hasn't been filled is true-to-heart Hero; honestly, nobody in Fracture [save for one or two people] would really give a damn if Midgard got destroyed, since it isn't their world. What's the purpose of a villain if there is no Hero to try to foil said plot? The evil plot is progressing very well, thanks to no real interference. The Hero will not be the protagonist [as everyone is of equal importance in Fracture, though some of my chharacters are much less important], but will instead be a needed positive force to counter the villain's. She can't take on Jin by her own, definitely, but will hinder his plans at any possible moment.
So, without further adieu, I introduce my ninth regular rpc [and one of my favorites], alongside Azrael, Mocha, Viola, Ann, Monoe, Guinness, Parapaleejo, and Jin.
...teehee.]]

Jin looked at a beaker with a preserved eye inside.
"Maybe... hmm. Just to check on the droid..."
He flicked the accurate nerve on his arm which disabled his healing abilities, and then took out a spoon.
Jin began to dig out his eye, moaning in pain as his own blood spilled over his face and into his mouth and clothing.
"Ohhhhhhn... I haven't felt pain in such a long time..."
He took the preserved eye out of the container and carefully placed it in his socket. The magical properties of it bonded the flesh perfectly; when he had attempted to carve the fabled Placental Eye out of Azrael's skull, he only gashed it. He had managed to steal it from another source, though.

He used the eye's powerful clairvoyance to look through the optic lenses of his droid. He watched for a long amount of minutes, leading it to its destination.
"Yes... I can smell her in that-- YEEAGH!"
The droid had been crushed by a foot wearing a metal boot, and the last thing Jin saw in the scattered clairvoyance was what appeared to be a woman with animal ears or horns, waving to him, a single orange eye glowing in the dark.

"Oh no, no, no," Jin said to himself as he inspected the eye he had stolen from her. "Maybe she could sense me using it. Not good. Not good at all. Ah well, she's a chambermaid to them..."
He continued rambling.

[[Is it? It is! Well... That's not who I expected when you said a 'hero', but I guess I didn't really know who to expect. Also, a spoon? Really? Everyone knows sporks are far better-suited to gouging out eyes, even though I'd go with good old-fashioned fingers. But I digress....]]
Vhozd spun, artfully dodging a few of the flying blood-blades. He caught one that was promising to catch him under the ribs, letting it drop to the floor even as he moaned. One of the blades stuck from his face at a strange angle - the two that had hit him rent right through his armor. The other hung down from his chest - it had penetrated his armour, but hung limp, as if it had not been able to cut his skin. He shook the knife free of his chest, and reached up, pulling out the knife, which was followed with a small spurt of his own blood. The new hole in his face plate showed a mass of bulging eyes, a few of which had been popped by the projectile.

((from now on i will be using the updated heratik))

Heratik began to feel bored on the roof, you can only stare at nothing for so long. He let out a sigh and thought to himself.

"I wonder whats going on down there."

Standing up, he walked away from the edge and to the stairs, heading back to the cafeteria.

[[edit: Edited for TK]]
Parapaleejo's head poked up over the desk.
"Hmm?"
~*~
The woman continued her pleading.
"I've been gone for so long... I was owndering if I could be accepted back..."
"What're you talking about?", Mocha said, not paying attention to Vhozd.
"I'm Chryseis," she began,"I wwas born when you were sixteen."
Mocha froze.
"I-I'm twenty-one!"
Then somethign clicked in her head, due ot her appearance.
"Lycoris' kid, right?"
"Yes."
"Were you 'the accident'?"
[[omg, Mocha's such a b***h sometimes XD]]
Chryseis' pupils became dots.
"I-I..."
"I heard that you were born deformed, and unable to produce children, therefore you had no dowry. Your organs were alien, your throat is lined with acid... you're a monster."
Mocha pointed at her sister with such scorn that even the abusive fathers behidn bars would be in shock.
"I'm goign to rid this world of such squalor, and clean up my parent's accident!"
Chryseis was in tears.
"What...?"