Robert Gray
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Life seems to be getting....interesting.
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Post by Robert Gray on Aug 9, 2007 21:36:48 GMT -5
This place was boring. Everyone just went here and there, biding their time....buying thier crap. Like rats, scrambling around cheese.
Not to say Bob wasn't one of them. He was just going about buisiness, himself. He was looking to buy a grill. Maybe a new plushie. He usually claimed his plushies were for some girl, when in reality he had about 90 Megaman themed plushies.
He wore a tight fitting black long-sleeved shirt, with red jeans. Yes, RED jeans. He liked red. Deal with it. His guns hung on his belt, like always, and he wore his purple shades. His red and black hair bobbed just in front of his purple eyes, the red bangs flowing back into a short black ponytail.
He looked around. He diddn't see anywhere he could buy a plushie Zero OR a grill.
But he DID see a BBQ joint. Maybe he'd apply? He loved to Barbeque, after all.
"Meh...that's WORK, though."
So, instead, he took out a small drawing pad, and sketched his immediate surroundings.
"So fucking bored...."
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Post by blackflamerose on Aug 10, 2007 0:19:34 GMT -5
People darted around. All had things they wanted or needed. Dementia had alot of things on her mind and was going fo a walk. She also thought it would be nice to buy something for her father and Roy. Of course there would be no reason for it, just because she felt like it was good enough for her. Though the chances of her meeting up with her father again... well she thought they were slim but we all know how chance has funny ways of tricking people.
Reguardless... We fallow Dementia through the crowded streets of Babylos. Her long black hair blending in with those black wings that protruded from her back and her normal, tight fitting, long crimson dress. Her eyes were down cast and her crimson lips seemed to be moving but nothing came out. This was because Dementia had times where she would talk to her self and her lips would move but so as to not weird the people out, no sound was heard.
Dementia closed her eyes for a moment and in just that split second that her eyes were closed, she bumped into some one. The person had been drawing and Dementia had bumped into him from behind. She would softly stumble back a bit and look to the person she had just bumped into.
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Robert Gray
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Life seems to be getting....interesting.
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Post by Robert Gray on Aug 10, 2007 21:49:13 GMT -5
"Ow! Hey!"
He turned around to see who had bumped into him, disrupting his drawing. He was a decent artist, but this had thrown the lines off, and messed the whole thing up. THen he went pale. his tanned skin seeming ghost-white, almost, until the shock vanished.
"Good god....I thought you were my mother. You look just like her."
He picked up his pad, and turned aroun, plopping his ass (His well formed ass.) back into the bench, and began to sketch again. This time, he was drawing Dante, holding Ebony and Ivory, and poiting them at Virgil.
Hmmm...she weirds me out....Dark Angels are weird.
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Post by blackflamerose on Aug 19, 2007 17:05:23 GMT -5
"Your mother? Psh boy please. Your mom wishes she was as good as I was."
Dementia said pushing her long black locks from her face. She didn't like the way he was looking at her though. It wasn't the usual oggling... Nope... This was more like "Why is the weird person still standing there?" Dementia sighed.
"Any way..."
She was going to say sorry but something slid into her mind. She was here for so long and has yet to start a harem. A smirk crossed her crimson lips as she looked down at the boy infront of her. He would do, you could say he had a ruggid charm. A feather was plucked from her wing and she started to walk around him, the feather softly ran over his cheek and she smiled.
"What is your name? I don't think we introduced our selfs."
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Robert Gray
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Life seems to be getting....interesting.
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Post by Robert Gray on Aug 19, 2007 21:13:52 GMT -5
The notepad went flying. He stood ramrod straight, and pionted both of his guns directly at the dark angel.
"Stay the fuck away from me."
Dark angels. Weird, creepy, and the source of most of the misery in his life. He held the guns fast, pointed at her wings. He would clip them both is she came any closer, or touched him again. His fire arched over his hands. licking the barrels of hi guns, and his wild smirk showed, now.
"Touch me again and I'll clip your wings, freakbitch."
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Post by blackflamerose on Aug 19, 2007 21:24:13 GMT -5
"Oh so mean... I was just asking you your name. Thats not bad is it? Its not a crime for some one to ask some one else their name."
Dementia said with a hurt look in her eyes. She put her hands on her hips. The black feather in her pale hands. She pouted as she looked at him.
"Besides... I didn't hurt you. If you were to shoot me for no reason alot of people would be very mad." Would you really shoot some one who looks like your dear mother?
Dementia said in his mind. The same sad look on her face. Her wings pulled in tight against her back to avoid any flying bullets.
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Robert Gray
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Life seems to be getting....interesting.
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Post by Robert Gray on Aug 19, 2007 21:38:47 GMT -5
"You don't know my mother.......I'd shoot her sooner than anyone else. Now get out of my face! You're just like all the others of your fucking kind!"
He aimed at her midsection, the flames still dancing up his arms.
"If I wanted to be a part of a fucking demon's harem, I would have stayed back in hell! GET THE FUCK AWAY!"
He fired, the shot passing just close enough for her to feel the heat from it, but she wouldn't get hit. He smirked.
"I don't give a fuck who would get mad."
He let out a loud, angry laugh.
"You can call me Napalm, freakbitch."
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Post by blackflamerose on Aug 19, 2007 21:51:51 GMT -5
"Really if you keep insulting me like that I might cry."
Dementia said trying to keep her sad face intact. When that bullet had sped by she let her eyes fallow its path but other then that she tried her best to show no emotion other then being hurt at his accusations and name calling. Even when he mentioned the Harem Idea she had, she refused to show shock. After all this was a magic school right? TONS of people could read minds.
"As for your mother, I think she failed some where in raising you... You really shouldn't speak to a lady in such a way. Though... It is nice to see some one else from hell. I was begining to think I was the only one. "
Dementia seemed to go off into the folds of her mind. Though in reality she was studing the boy infront of her.
"My name is Dementia. Its nice to meet you uhm... little gunslinger man."
Dementia smiled a little at him and dropped watched her feather fall to the ground. When she looked back up at him again she made a sad face.
"Now please... Put those things down. They can't be all that safe."
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Darien Szark
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Leave the scarf alone, please.....
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Post by Darien Szark on Aug 20, 2007 20:23:33 GMT -5
Well, Darien was a paladin. What did that mean?
Defending others, no matter WHO they were.
Even a Dark Angel, who had two guns trained on her.
So, he did what he liked to call "Sheild Surfing". One of his favortire past-times in the last few years. He threw his shield on the ground, took two steps before jumping on, and BAM! He was sliding down the street at breakneck speeds! He focused his mind on going straight at the tall guy with the guns, and BAM!
He "Ollied", popping his shield into the air, with him on it, and attempted to plant the shiled into the side of the guy's face.
"Gya-hahaha!"
He would then backflip away, using the stored momentum from this move, grabbing his sheild, and landing on his feet, as he drew his sword.
"I suggest you back away from the lady, assface."
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Robert Gray
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Life seems to be getting....interesting.
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Post by Robert Gray on Aug 20, 2007 23:08:10 GMT -5
"What the FUCK?"
Bob hit the gruond face first, and heard himself being called Assface. He was pissed off, but he heard a sword being drawn. His guns clattered across hte ground, and he let out a low groan.
"You smell like a human....jesus, don't tell me I got clocked by a HUMAN?!"
He let out a groan, and stayed on the ground. He was pissed, and embarrased.
"I was about ot put my guns down, y'know...."
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Post by blackflamerose on Aug 21, 2007 21:51:22 GMT -5
"Its a wonderful thing to see two boys fighting over little me, but I am attached. I would love to stay and chat bu-"
There was a bit of dust stirred up as a tall tanned black haired demon stood behind Dementia. He put his big hand on her shoulder and smiled. His tail wrapped around her waist.
"HIII DADDY!"
Dementia squeeled and the demon laughed.
"Shoot. Here I thought I would suprise you."
The demon's tail uncurled and he let go long enough for Dementia to hug him. His eyes turned to the two boys and he blinked.
"Dear? Is this your Harem? You already have a harem?! You keep making your father proud." "Oh no daddy. The boy on the ground tried to clip my wings with his toys and the other boy stopped him. Besides... I am attached to roy now. " "Eh? Still with the elf? Well it can't be helped I guess."
A girlish giggle left Dementia and she turned to the two boys. She blinked for a moment and turned back to her father.
"Daddy... Why are you still here?" "Oh that? Don't worry about it. So what are you doing out here with out your elf boy?" "Oh well I was going to buy some things, But then I bumped into gunslinger over there and then the sheild guy jumped out of the air and now you are here."
The demon blinked and looked from her to them.
"So you didn't try to start a harem yet?" "Well I was going to start one with the gunslinger boy but he wouldn't let me." "Aw thats too bad pumpkin, Maybe next time you can get your self a flame boy. What about the paladin?" "Oh I didn't try him... Cause right after he popped up you appeared." "I see."
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Robert Gray
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Life seems to be getting....interesting.
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Post by Robert Gray on Aug 21, 2007 21:59:26 GMT -5
Bob stood up, brushing off, and retrieved his guns.
"Fuck this. I'm out of here."
He picked up his guns, and stowed them in his belt. Now a gigantic demon was standing behind the freakbitch.
"Later, Freakbitch."
He flew off, wreathed in flames, thinking of what he was going to eat tonight. Knowing that anyone involved with "Dementia" would be in immense pain. Whoever Roy was, he felt srry for him. The poor man was likely chained to a wall.
Gather some info.....maybe save the poor guy. I'm SUPPOSED to be a super hero, after all.
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Darien Szark
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Leave the scarf alone, please.....
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Post by Darien Szark on Aug 21, 2007 22:18:44 GMT -5
"Well, that's over."
Sheathing his sword in a leather sheath at his hip, his green, baggy turtleneck sweater waved in the wind. His purple scarf looked out of place, but added character to his handsome face, as did his thin, black glasses.
He weighed his options.
Should he stand his ground, or run? The large, demon man looked VERY formidable.
Very.
So did the Dark angel girl. She had that air about her. Familliar...somehow. His studies at the monestary told him of Dementia Rose Valent, Angle of Lust.
"Sorry, but I'm not interested in being a part of anybodie's Harem.......although...in my studies, I seem to have come across a certain legend......might you be...Dementia Rose Valent? Angel of Lust?"
He smiled good naturedly.
"If so, you've lured many a man to his death. I'm not sure I want to die like that. Anyway, I took a vow of celebacy, at least for now. Anyway....you're not going to prevent me from leaving, are you?"
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Post by blackflamerose on Aug 21, 2007 22:30:30 GMT -5
Dementia and her father blinked as Robert left. Her father raised a brow at Robert's last words.
"Freakbitch? Dementia... You let that boy get away with calling you that?" "Well I told him to stop daddy. Besides... He mentioned something about me looking like his mother and comming from hell so I assume he is one of the higher ups kids. If thats the case I can't really go making him cry now can I?" "I see."
Then the boy who had helped Dementia started talking about Dementia. He knew her from his books? Well this made Dementia smile and her father beamed a little.
"Would you look at that pumpkin they wrote books on you." "Well I am truely flattered. I didn't think that I did that good of a job." "Of course you did my little angel. You are just like your father."
Both of them laughed a little and then looked over at the boy as he asked if they were going to prevent him from leaving. Dementia's father raised a brow and put his hands behind his head and sighed. Dementia blinked and looked over at him.
"He is just a paladin Daddy... He did help me. I suppose I don't need to use him to start my harem yet." "True... True... And I really shouldn't be seen now should I?" "Ah yes... We mustn't forget about that daddy." "Alright well here is how this goes then. Paladin... You never saw me meet up with her and she won't rape your mind. That sound good to you?" "Gee daddy, I wouldn't rape his mind... Okay I might but just a little." "Hehe Dementia... you are your fathers girl. To you a little means the entire thing." "Heh."
Dementia smiled at her father then looked over at the boy. She knew with the hunters after her father they needed to be careful and every one seemed to not really care that the young angel girl and her father stood side by side talking to a seemingly normal looking boy.
"See things are goin tough for me and my daddy. So... You don't tell any one and you live. I think thats a really good deal. "
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Darien Szark
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Leave the scarf alone, please.....
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Post by Darien Szark on Aug 21, 2007 22:51:04 GMT -5
"Hmph.....mind altering magic? Go ahead and try. Besides, take me out, and you'll lose an ally. The goddess I worship is in direct opposition to your father dying. In fact, I bet none of your magic can affect me at all, and I've trained for years to fight people like him."
He laughed, but it was a good natured laugh.
"Anyway, now that I know you're who thought you were, we need to talk. The three of us, in private. I doubt you trust me, But Illyra herelf is telling me to say this."
Then, a sigh.
"Besides, your little deal is a little one sided for me."
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