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 Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 11:11 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  Greed decided he should learn the next Capoira stage. Sure, inner storm was important. But he had just learned three stages of it, and he knew if he didn't practice his other martial arts he wouldn't continue to grow as a rounded and versatile fighter.
Settling into a capoira stance, Greed's legs spread themselves out as he crouched low. Then, they began moving to the invisible tempo only greed could hear. however, other berserkers seeing his legs move that practiced capoira could also appreciate this tempo, as nearly everybody followed this range of motions while in a capoira stance.
After he practiced the tempo for a bit, the demon began to stretch. Breathing deeply, the demon would slip to the ground extremely easily into the splits, feeling his backside touch the ground slightly as he bent forward, touching his left foots toes while doing the splits.
After touching the toes on his left foot, the berserker moved to his right foot. He did this so that all of his body was stretched equally. After finishing this, the demon stood up.
Lastly, once he got up he practiced the capoira tempo again. He felt nice and limber, and ready to train. Greed was ready to move on with his training.(Capoira stage 4 learned)
Turning to a dummy, Greed struck his knee out at the dummy, hitting it in his torso. Then unexpectedly, his leg snapped upwards. the crest of his foot connected with the jaw of the dummy.
(Rising current learned)
Rising current was an easy skill to learn. On top of that, it had been an efficient skill to use. Even at such a low rank, it was an admittedly powerful attack.
The next skill he needed to learn was called arching uppercut. Greed could see why this skill had it's uses. It could be used to knock an opponent on their a** quickly no doubt. Continuing his capoira dance, Greed did a quick backflip unexpextedly.
As soon as the berserker backflipped, both of his feet made a connection with the chin of the dummy. This sent the dummy tumbling backwards and rolling across the floor. Greed sighed and picked it up once more, starting to grow tired of picking up the dummy he kept knocking down.
((Arching uppercut learned)
Finishing up with stage four of capoira, Greed took a small break. Putting away the book and walking over to a nearby water fountain. the demon began taking long sips of the refreshing water. It felt cool against his lips after all of the training he had done.
After learning all of the capoira he cared to at the moment, the diabolus contemplated what he should learn next. He decided he could stop with the martial arts for right now. He was well versed enough in them as it was.
The berserker decided he knew what skills he needed to learn next. They were the berserker ones. The only one he needed to learn currently was called steel form.
Quickly, the berser sat down in a meditative fashion again. He then began wiping his mind clean, focusing on protecting his body like he did with iron form. However, this time the process felt slightly different.
His body hardened at an increased rate, far faster than that of iron form. He instinctively knew when the skill was done charging. Once it finished, he stood up.
(Steel form learned)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: Thu Oct 10, 2013 11:23 pm
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Red didn't bother noticing Greed returning to training, by now, he should know what to do. If not, he was one of the luckiest morons in this place. The feral would put the books back and rose, dusting herself off before heading outside to the training yard.
Due to what she is, her bloodline abilities were always....well, a bit horrifying to some people. Steadily they were getting worse. She looked around, checking to see if anyone was watching or around, of course they were inside so the coast was clear. Slowly she removed her hoodie, laying it on top of a rock as she kept her back to the establishment. Nails sharpened and grew, they were like steel razors and almost a foot long each. Her hazel eyes would watch as an index finger dug into her abdominal, pushing and jaggedly slicing open the skin. The thick coils of intestines relaxed slightly, easing out as the wound opened more. She would focus energy on the organ, watching it wiggle and writhe in its cavity. It was rather ghastly. The gnarly loins would launch out, spiraling as they slithered around the trunk of a tree. They would tighten, squeeze as she augmented them. Soon they'd shoot back, slinking in like attacking snakes. The only real way to close up the gaping hole was either by sewing it shut or with mediation. So she settled herself down on the rock, concentrating on fusing the twain pieces back together again. Normally it would just heal a wound, if only she were human...but life was funny that way.
As she sat there, her head moved skyward, taking in the cursed view of bright universes unknown to her. Stars twinkled high above, besides time itself it was hard to know day from night. It was just one long droll after the other. Minutes became days, days turned into weeks. It never stopped.
Red would look down at her chest, her energy pushing ribs out of the skin, they were curved, as they should be. They looked like great spanning fingers protruding from her. She knew the whole ribcage could push forth and latch onto whatever she chose. It would then pull said object or person back towards the feral. It wasn't exactly the safest ability but in a dire situation, it could be handy. The bone pushed until she willed it no further, then slowly the matter would slink back in, a low slurp sound echoing as she sat alone. Again, a quiet mediation would occur, closing the puncture marks with ease. The hoodie would go back on, zipped up all the way.
After moving from the rock, her hands would raise above her head, stretching out. Bones would groan and pop. If she could breathe, this would be when a sigh would release. Her fist would ball up, tightening to the point that it was shaking. It was pulled back, great flames of energy spreading from between her fingers, over each knuckle and up her arm. Not that she could feel any of it, it was as if a breeze was kissing her flesh every so often. Thinking back on past events only made her enraged, furious of the results. True, she was significantly stronger but at the price of her humanity, life was not just gifted. It is a priceless gift. Perhaps she just took it all for granted... The woman within her would only smile, her bright vermilion eyes gleaming seductively. She was laying in waiting, building a sturdy foundation in her host. Reading and molding truths, facts, and woven lies. Her host was an enigma, a unique make up from some failed experiment, a morbid beauty. Red would turn her mind away from the sin, slamming her fist into the rock only to watch it completely shatter in a thundering applause. It crumbled, throwing rock shrapnel in a burst around her form. Red would shake out her hand, knocking off the bits of dirt and crud.
That was her favorite rock....but it was better than the building.
Moving back, away from the now rumble pile, she'd head back to the walk way. Easing herself down on the steps, Red reclined back, elbows holding up her upper body as her legs crossed. Thoughts would replay, creeping eerily back into her mind. Kirin in Nocturne. She wasn't sure how she felt about it all, a rather indifference attitude to it all. She was swimming through another life, one that was lost and gone. She had loved him, dearly, enough to save herself from being some side show to Raphael. A scoff moved her. Was it love that saved her soul? Or maybe it is the unbridled anger that trapped her to this earth...she wasn't sure, the questions still plaguing her much like the flux of bestowing energy wrapping around her hourglass form. She'd settle for the latter right now, using it to basically empower herself, both strength and speed. It was an awakening, not exactly inner peace but a readied focus. It pushed her past past events to something much more primal, a brutal nature that she only began to nurture.
Red would only remain there for a few minutes, taking in the silence before making her way back inside, looking for Greed. Luckily she didn't have to search for long.
[Learned: Rib Cage, Gut Wrap, Havoc Palm, Awakening]
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 8:11 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? As Red walked in, she would spot the raven haired demon sitting in a criss crossed fashion on the ground. To most who were ignorant to the berserker class, it almost looked as if he were trying to nap while sitting upright. However, anybody with even the slightest amount of intelligence on this class knew how these skills worked. The demon felt his purified energy flowing through his veins, working on each and every one of his skin cells. Changing the very structure of each of them, Greed felt his body becoming more durable as the energy flowed through him.
(Steel form 1/2)
Slowly but surely, the energy flow came to a halt. This is how the berserker knew that he could stop meditating. sighing slightly, he contemplated as to whether or not he should use fighting spirit. After a moment, he decided against it, and braced the tip of his tail against the ground as he lifted himself up, dusting off his sleeveless hoodie with a hand tipped in obsidian black claws. As the demon opened his eyes, he would see the feral glancing over at him. At first, he figured she was just making sure he was actually training. After all, that's her job wasn't it? But then... the connected gaze continued, and the diabolus figured she wasn't just making sure he was improving. Dusting the charred debris from the his sweats that he had gotten all over his sweats from practicing inner storm. He then walked over to the Feral, remembering she said she had a mission for him once he finished training. For now he was finished, confident that his next opponent will recieve quite the... shocking surprise. As he neared Red, he would speak in a smooth and calm tone. "Yo, Red. I'm done training. You ready to give me a mission?" He asked the feral, his stark vermillion gaze taking in her figure and the way she stood, trying to figure out more about how she'd fight. Her body was extremely lithe, with tightly packed muscles. Despite this, she bore no weapons... just like him. The Diabolus decided it would be safe to assume she was of the berserker class as well. 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: Fri Oct 11, 2013 10:56 am
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When he finally stroll over all nonchalant like, she'd smile slightly. "Yo, Greed, I figured." She said sarcastically while stating the obvious. " Okay, sooo. The plan is, I'm going with you on this mission. One out of sheer boredom; Two, just in case." Red moved toward the doors, her walk an idle stroll. "Plus, I think it is best to know who you are fighting beside and if they have your back." It was an issue of trust, while they were both great stand alone fighters, the time will eventually come when that isn't enough. It would be better to test the waters now, than to drown later.
"Gather anything you need," which really wasn't anything at all. "We are gonna go see some sights." Yes, because this was gonna be a picnic in the park.
[exit]
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 11:25 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? As Red walked to the doors, Greed would follow behind her a few feet, his usually long stride slightly shortened to accompany her smaller, slower strides. As she mentioned she was going on a mission with him,the Diabolus opened his mouth to argue. He fought alone. Always, no exceptions, as was in his Diabolic nature. It doesn't matter if you're the king of the universe with the epic ban hammer of death, he would still rather fight against you than on your side. As she said she was mostly just coming out of boredom though, he didn't say anything. So long as he was left to his own devices, he didn't mind much if the Feral watched. As she mentioned the possibility of them fighting together later, the Diabolus shrugged, ultimately reluctant about the idea. When she mentioned sight seeing though, the demon smiled. "I like sight seeing! So long as the sights are enemies... and by seeing you actually mean brutally beating the s**t out of them." He said with a grin as he exited the area with his Captain, tail swaying behind him as he walked.
(Steel form 1/10)
-exit 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: Fri Oct 11, 2013 12:43 pm
eek xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When Alistair arrived at the CAZ, he was somewhat surprised that his new captain wasn't here. This place was going to be practically her home. Leaving the place unless activity was slow wasn't acceptable. And when activity is slow, it is up to the captain to make things interesting. A few seconds after he entered, one of his own guards came to tell him that Red left with one of the royal guardsmen on a mission. The only person he appointed as a royal guardsmen was Greed, unless Red appointed someone under her. Not that he cared if she did. It was her duty to lead the royal guard. Alistair's duty... well, right now, it's to sit down.
After waiting for a few minutes, Alistair decided to continue with his training for Hell’s Grasp. The third stage itself was mostly emotion based, finding a source of love, hatred, rage, passion or anything that incited power emotions. For anyone that knew Alistair, they’d think that he was simply incapable of feeling such emotions, but they couldn’t be more wrong. During his time as a necromancer minion, he could do nothing but sit there, his anger boiling inside of him. When he was revived completely, that anger was all released at once. For a whole week, he ravaged a village in Nocturne, draining each and every living creature he could find. He often became drunken with blood, almost being in a state of severe intoxication. Nirvana. He was only stopped after meeting up with a Lycan ninja, who served as a mentor for the man. It was then that he channeled his anger into a passion for training. During that time, he had even begun creating this style, jotting notes down in a notebook. Alistair knew these feelings well, and in a sense, he had already mastered them. With that in mind, he ventured outside once again for practice. He stood far away from the CAZ, knowing that what he had in mind for the skills of this stage were incredibly destructive. He called forth the flames and almost immediately, intense flames completely surrounded his limbs. He began to expand the flames, and soon they encased his entire body, flickering around his body like a bonfire. Suddenly, in the very core, the flames began to condense, making the overall flame smaller as the core consumed the flames. In a few seconds, Alistair held a tightly condensed ball of flames about the size of a beach ball. He suddenly flicked his wrist and launched the flames at the ground several feet away. Once it touched the soft soil, it didn’t stop. It continued to burrow into the ground until it reached something it could not penetrate through. It suddenly exploded with the force of C4, completely decimating whatever had stopped it. Almost as soon as he released the Meteorite, flames once again engulfed his limbs. Almost effortlessly, he condensed flames into his hand, basically creating an incendiary grenade. When he tossed it, it immediately clung to the first surface it had touched, which happened to be the ground once again, and exploded, sending out intense flames in a 5 meter diameter. The next skill he had in mind was, in theory, much more difficult. It was a major step up from the Meteorite skill. Instead of simply condensing flames in his hands, he had to condense it in 10 different points; his fingertips. He suddenly fired them all of at the same time, each energy missile all heading towards different points. They all seemed to travel as fast as the Meteorite, and when they touched the ground, they all simultaneously exploded with the same force.
[Third Stage of Hell’s Grasp Mastered]
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 2:13 am
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It had been awhile since her and Greed had left, though he made chump change out of the CHARLIE's and Bone Collectors. They didn't really say much on the walk back to CAZ. It was a steady stroll under the fold of forever starry skies. The streetlamps buzzed dim orange and amber, most shops ran a full 24-hours since it was pretty rare for most of Nocturne's populace to sleep. Though it was back to the grind of training and her job that entailed it. She quickly climbed the steps, a slight pendulum swing to her hips until she got to the top and continued to the inside. Her eyes were deep reds, her hair a bit more vibrant than before. Though she didn't notice any difference. The dweller tested the waters of her host, making subtle changes, she knew what exactly Red wanted, desired. It was enticing, these arousing whispers of memories and dreams that the feral shared with her sin. There was comfort, safety in such a driven creature whose looks almost matched her own. For now though, all the waters remained silent on the surface, a perfectly planned compromise.
Red would spot Alistair and head over to his reclined position. Greed would most likely head off to work on whatever he needed to. The feral would lean over the desk and cross off a slot on her list, then looked to her King. She was surprised he was here but her cool features didn't betray her thoughts. She studied him for just a moment, as if considering how she fit into his view of the world and then it was gone. "Have you been waiting?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 6:59 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When he spotted Red entering, Alistair briefly glared at her, only to return his glance back to whatever he was previously looking at. It sure as hell took the girl long enough. There was something about her hair that always seemed to alert Alistair of upcoming trouble. As a novice, the girl managed to attract enough attention to be forced to kill herself. If that wasn't trouble, then Alistair didn't know what was. But there was something about trouble that always made for the best kings and captains. Alistair should know. Where he went, trouble ensued. It was at that same time that Alistair was killed. So in some way, he saw something of himself in her. Only for a brief moment, then he was reminded of her stubborness. For another stubborn person, meeting someone just as stubborn as you was like purposely banging your head against a metal wall. "Tch. I shouldn't have had to wait. This lovely place will be your home. And you've just left it unattended. So... have I been waiting? Yes. Should I have been waiting? What do you think, Red?"
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 9:16 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil?
((U/C))
Greed would chuckle as he entered the CAZ with Red, watching Allistair immediately jump on her. Jeez, the military here is so ********'... serious. He thought to himself with a sigh before he wordlessly headed towards the training dummies, this time positioning himself extremely close to the weapon's rack. He would wordlessly resume training, deciding to ignore everybody until somebody came to speak with him. In fact, he decided to train continuously until he was interrupted. Who knows, he might be able to learn every martial art by the time he exited the training grounds. He highly doubted it, but the chance was there.
After sitting close to all of the metallic and gleaming metals, Greed's ruby red eyes would close as he began to meditate. He was going to be very pissed off if anybody interrupted him, as purifying his key was not as easy as it sounded. Slowly, he felt himself condensing his electrifying ki in the very center of his core, small arcs of visible electricity shooting over his stomach and torso as he did so.
As he felt his electricity condensing, slowly it would begin to purify. Now, even more electricity arched over the demonic berserker as the arcs flowed from his toes all the way up to the top of his head. This process repeated for a long time, the cycle seeming like it wasn't going to stop.
The lightning would continue arcing along his body, increasing in volume and speed. Slowly, the lightning would arc off of his body, and to the ground and wall near him. It wasn't long before it would reach the weapon's rack.
Once it reached the weapons rack, the rack began to shake. It then tilted to the right, falling on the ground with a loud crashing noise. Greed opened one eye, realizing that he had gotten the point of magnetism down. He stood up, setting the weapons rack rightside up before continuing.
(Inner Storm stage 4 learned)
As the berserker finished learning the fourth stage, He opened the book for the inner storm style once more. Reading through the fourth stage, he saw what the first skill of this stage he would learn was called. It was called magnetic field.
This skill would allow Greed to know when bullets were flying at him, as well as other metallic projectiles. It was called magnetic field, and detected any metallic substances in it's range. Greed began projecting magnetic energy into the field around him, curious to see the outcome.
As the field projected, Greed smiled in satisfaction. He could feel every metallic substance within the field of range just by the unique fields it gave out. He kept projecting the field, practicing the technique until he was sure he had it down.
(Magnetic field learned)
As soon as he learned magnetic field, Greed decided it was time to learn the next skill. While the first skill would allow him to detect metallic projectiles, the second skill would quite different. This skill would allow him to deflect said projectiles into a different direction.
"You there, elf. Shoot some arrows at me. Don't give me that look, I need practice." He said bluntly to a nearby elf who was practicing his archery. The elf seemed to have no problem complying, and turned to Greed before firing three arrows in rapid succession.
As the arrows flew at him, Greed would spin in a quick 360 degrees, the electrons in the air fluctuating in the air as he did so. The result was the arrows all being sent flying in a different direction, while the Diabolus remained untouched. The Diabolus nodded at the elf in thanks before he stopped training for now, finished learning what he could of stage four of inner storm.
(Magna Pulse learned)
Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 900 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 10:23 am
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Her palms pressed on the papers, lacquered vermilion nails resting against their parchment. As she responded, her voice was low. "No...but." There was always a but in any case. "I think sometimes you need to witness what they can actually do instead of sending them off to bring back a trophy." After all, he had had her do the same thing back in the day. "Besides, I wasn't gone long." She smirked, the bloodlust eyes gazing at his sheltered storms. It was how he said her name, the one she used now because Danielle was...she was dead, left broken in great splatters in Kirin's room from the torrent of Earth Lines dismantling her corpse by her own hand. It was funny, but even in death, she lived how she wanted, she chose it all. Now, a wraith reborn again. This time it was Alistair that she chose, not in the sense of romantic intimacy but he has seen sides of her that no one else has. She had no private thought shielded from him, and in the end, only he'd bring her back from the deepest depths of madness. Red would stand upright again, waving off lingering thoughts. "I apologize." The gaze deflecting to the papers before rising from under the weight of pitch lashes.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 10:51 am
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...
Zethus decided that he should take a break from training. His arms were getting pretty tired from all the knife throwing. Pulling his knives from the targets one last time, he stowed them in their holsters and took a seat on the floor with his back to a corner. He sat there for a while, just watching the other trainees working. Maybe, he thought, being a half-demon isn't so bad. After about half an hour, he dozed off. His head fell against the wall, and his hood fell back, revealing his brown hair.
He dreamed of the night his friend Dene was killed.
[Learned Trick Knife.]
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 11:52 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
When Zethus fell asleep, Alistair did nothing surprisingly, for the moment. In fact, it was probably the perfect chance for him to say what he had to say. Normally, he would have just ignored her and walked away, letting her anger boil in response. "Don't apologize. If you do something, mean it. Remember, I might be King, but don't treat me specially for it. My title doesn't define who I am. I'm still Alistair Maric. I might be the first king to suggest to his 'subordinate' to talk back to him, but I don't need another loyal pet. I need an adviser. Someone with a mind." As he spoke, as usual he maintained eye contact. He saw everything he saw last time in her eyes, and also something different. She didn't just want power, she longed for it. It was a bloodlust often found in creatures of the night. It was perhaps the only thing that truly convinced him he wasn't wasting his time. She wanted to be here this time, he knew that now. "That Diablous kid... what did you do with him? I hope the mission was hard. He sure took his sweet old time with his last mission."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 12:20 pm
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"I think I'm the furthest thing from a pet at this point." Even she looked over at the dreadnought as he drifted off to a land of slumber. Tufts of coppery brown hair pushing out from under his hood and catching the light in linear sheen. Red would look back to Alistair as he spoke. "I made him clean up the Red Light District. Cleared away some of the pests that lurked in the dark." She smiled, leaning back against the wall as her arms folded. "He isn't half bad." The red flares shifting, darting across the way to Greed as he continued his training "He gets sloppy with his lightning but has good hand-to-hand forms." That was the whole point, to test the diabolus, it wasn't to get to know him as a person but rather as a fighter. What he favored, his strengths, his weaknesses; they'd have to be compensated in other ways in the field. She also knew that Greed went to Kusana, he said it himself but she didn't speak of it. If he wanted to go prance around with treehuggers then that was on his own time. "The dreadnought will be next to test and I'm working on a mission for the Mech. I'd like for him to do something special." She wanted a defense network, everything was done for strategy. The sultry stare closed, "I have a feeling that guy from the beach will be back." A funny thought, since she herself didn't remember the happenings but saw them from the projector that was displayed for her viewing. The same one that showed Alistair kissing her only seconds before. It was funny but Alistair didn't strike her as the kind of person to do anything on a whim, he had his reasons, whatever they were.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:24 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
"I wouldn't hold my breath on that pet thing yet." As usual, he spoke without remorse. the mission she described seemed awfully tedious, but it lacked any difficulty. He was quick to praise him. Red had much to learn. Once you praise the weak, they tend to get cocky and die in battle. Hopefully that wasn't going to be the case with her. It was the very reason why he was so careful when he praised anyone. "Make the tests harder. They have to earn it, it's not a hand out. We leave the trivial tasks for the trainees. The novices, especially the ones in the royal guard, should be challenged." When she reminded Alistair of the one she called Kirin, his face remained uncaring. "I don't know how serious you two were, you need to make it clear that whatever it was is over. You died on his watch. If he comes here again, I'll kill him. And I won't apologize when I drain him of his blood. This reason to be here is you." He stepped in closer, closing the gap between them. With only a couple of inches between them, he looked down at his Captain. "Deal with it, or I will."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 2:06 pm
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"It's a good thing I don't breathe then." She snapped back, her crimson pools casting their cold stare. "Fine." It was when he started on Kirin that her nails dug into the black fabric of her hoodie. "I didn't know he'd come here! I didn't even know who he was until that moment. Get off my a**, Alistair. You aren't exactly one to talk about how 'clear' things should be." He closed in and she was still fiery, her pallor taking on a creamy skin tone. He knew damn well what she was talking about."Besides I have. I killed what he loved and became what he has always hated. So if he comes here again, it is on his own ******** stupidity and that, I have no hand in." The exchange of looks did not falter, she would not back down. She couldn't trust Kirin, she didn't know his reasoning for coming to Nocturne but she did know that what they had was left to waste in that room. He said all that mattered was that she was here, and really, the person he knew wasn't anymore. She became something sinister, tainted and violent. A raw fire of lust but not for a person, instead it was for power, to be stronger, to kill. Red leaned in, only slightly before drawing back, the scarlet locks pressing against the wall.
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