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As we Dance! Epic moment for me? Melissa's transformation into Eve in the original Parasite Eve game for the PS1

Rayne smiled, and he grasped his shoulder. There was a loud wet pop, and he flexed his arm. "Ah, that's better." He took off his jacket, and threw it to Tahlia. "There you go, sweets. While your boobs are quite nice, I really don't want to see them." Tahlia laughed, and put the jacket on, zipping it up to cover herself and her lovely boobies. Ken looked on, looking antsy. "Rayne... She is but a shikabane!" He drew his bow and arrow, aiming at her. "She's a beast who will turn on everything she has ever known!" Rayne leveled his gun at Ken in a heartbeat. "True. But she isn't a monster yet. She is still possessed of her humanity. Only when she loses that will she be killed, and by ME. She is under MY protection." Rayne's hazel eyes shimmered red, and showed only the steel will of an angel who had fought long and hard for centuries, and for a cause that was far more benevolent than anything else. "Things change, Ken. Circumstances change. I will ask you now to put away your weapon. I have no quarrel with you, and you aim at someone now who has not lost their humanity, something I live and exist to protect." Hesitantly, Ken did so, and Rayne lowered his gun, though didn't put it away. "Rayne... how can you choose to ally yourself with these people? Are they not enemies of the celestial heavens?" Ken asked, bewildered. "No, they aren't. They are the protectors of the innocent. Isn't that worth everything? Aren't we supposed to protect the innocent? We are angels, after all. Surely, this does not elude you." "But you hath turned your back upon the heavens. And have continued to do so for centuries." "And it is to protect the humans. I fight for the only reason that a battle should be fought. To protect something. These are my allies in this battle. They too share my heart on this matter." Rayne stated matter-of-factly. "You could join us, you know. You'll find a host of experiences to enlighten yourself." Rayne put his gun away and continued. "And... maybe you won't be such a stick in the mud. Besides, that old english has GOT to go." Ken looked down at his feet, unsure. "I... do not know... This is too much to comprehend for in but a single moment." Rayne smiled, and his eyes returned to their normal hazel color. "Come on, you know that this fight is a good one, even if you have unusual allies. You know as well as I do that this is the true war, and one almost no one seems to want to heed. The war to spare innocent lives. Even you have seen what some of the forces of heaven are willing to do to eradicate demons, and even other angels. You know some angels, just like some demons, prey on humans." Ken sighed. "You are correct. I... I am not positive of this, but I shall join you in your endeavors. But, if for but a moment I fear these entities shall turn on me, or any of the others, I will end them." "That's good enough for me, though you'll have to go up against me to do so." Rayne said, and grabbed him by the arm. "Let's go to the pad and check out what's going on in the area. Our fight is never over, unfortunately." With a smile and charming yank, Rayne began to lead Ken. -------------------------------------- With the others edgy about the newcomer, they all made their way back to the top floor of a luxury hotel, one of which they had no problems paying for. Money seemed to make the human world go round, and though money they had ample opportunities to gather information. Of course, the rooftop posed an interesting way to get in and out of the hotel if they didn't wish to be seen. Each of them had a means to get up, or to just be lifted up and carried when someone with wings would take them. Rayne landed, and put Ren down onto her feet. After transforming back into his normal human form, he opened the door to the rooftop access stairwell and proceeded down to the suite. He smiled when he entered, the maids had been through. Everything was sparkling clean, and he had no worries about them finding 'interesting' things. They were all wise enough keep their weapons and such in locked cases. Other than that, there wasn't really any issues. Except perhaps Tahlia's cooking. "So, welcome to home base. Here you'll find all the comforts of home and, of course, cold beers and hot food. Some of us know some recipes that'll knock you out of your boots! And , of course, ours are authentic. Humans really do know how to make the tastiest things...At least, back in the olden days. Home cooking is still the best." Rayne plopped down on the overstuffed couch, and smiled. "Have a seat. Someone will get you a beer. Though, tonight I'm afraid it's Tahlia's turn to cook dinner." Tahlia giggled, and went into the kitchen, while others groaned. "Um... Maybe someone should help her before shes blows up the hotel..." Anue said, and Ren spoke up. "I'll go help her." She too then went into the kitchen to help Tahlia make dinner. "Is the lady Tahlia a bad cook?" Ken asked, and sat down, looking around the hotel's living room. Anue laughed, and replied, "Bad cook doesn't even begin to cover it. How someone could turn a simple budson burner into a flamethrower is beyond me." "Budson burner?" "Don't worry about it." Onidus spoke. "It's sufficed to say that she can make innocent objects into terrible weapons by complete accident." He smirked jokingly. "Of course, that's a part of her charm." "I heard that!" Tahlia yelled from the kitchen. "Remind me to poison your portions!" Rayne and Onidus just laughed in response. Tahlia's threats were humouus, though harmless, at least for the time being. OOC: Alright, time to chill for a few hours. The next mission will be about Kun Osaki, the famous pop singer ^^

In all reality, there is no set limit to the time you guys have. But, it is inevitable. Eventually, you will turn away from humanity and begin acting solely on your regrets and obsessions. Shikabane are death itself, which is why they bring death upon others. Only time will tell when that will happen. And despite your comradeship, Rayne will hate himself for it, but won't hesitate for a moment to put a bullet in your brain when it does. In essence, he thinks he'll be saving you from that existence of being a monster. But, he won't do so until he absolutely has to. so rest easy ^^

yup ^^

Typically, most shikabane are relatively weak, in the grand scale of things. They are much more powerful than humans. However, there are VERY powerful shikabane out there, who are almost impossible to defeat. but, there are angels and demons like that, too. It really all depends on their powers. But, more powerful angels and demons have been known to employ the services of shikabane, and treat them like pawns. By manipulating Shikabane through their regrets and obsessions, angels and demons can gain powerful minions, and nearly immortal ones at that. And KG? We'll be riding around in these: [IMG]http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t25/steveampeg/Car.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/_MadMan_/1970-454-Chevelle-SS-8.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa244/zetafran888/VEHICLES/ATT00036.jpg[/IMG]

Rayne grimanced as the shikabane of Steven Mitchell swiped at him, grazing his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see a shadowy figure shoot several arrows. Smiling, he turned his attention back to the shikabane. He leveled his gun at his, and began blasting away rounds at it. It was fast, very fast. It managed to screech at Rayne, causing his ears to bleed. It suddenly shot torwards the other shikabane of Itsuki, and Steven bloated to horrible portions, and opened it's mouth wide to swallow Itsuki. The single form now of the shikabane, transformed into one. It ballooned upwards, appearing to be some misshapen and horribly twisted baby doll over fifteen feet tall. It's eyes glowed red with their yellow irises, and from where a mouth should be, came two arms. All in all, the creature had two sets, and it rose a gigantic fist in the air to bring it down upon him. Rayne back flipped out of harm's way, just as two more arrows shot from the area by the flower shop. They stuck into its form, and with Rayne right in front of it, it attacked. Rayne was fast enough to avoid the attack coming at him, but blind sided by the attack from behind him. It was unbelievably fast, especially for it being so large. Instantly it seized Rayne in its fist, and in a deep voice, it spoke. "I'm gonna play with a pretty dolly..." Rayne grunted in pain when it began to pull on his hair, yanking it out by the roots. "I get it, now." Rayne said, as he felt himself being squeezed, his bones cracking under the pressure. "Why three kids from the same accident came back from the dead... The three of you had the same regret. You just wanted to keep playing with your friends... So you found a way." Rayne gasped in a shallow breath as he felt his shoulder dislocate. "The three of you were one shikabane from the start!" Rayne's gun pressed in on the shikabane's flesh, and he smirked. "That's some handshake you got..." With a devilish grin, he pulled the trigger, blasting off the hand of the shikabane. Rayne dropped to the ground, his arm limp at his side. Lifting his other arm, he began to fire relentlessly, aiming at it's body. "What are you waiting for!? Help me take this thing down! You too Ken!"

Actually, the car IS a shikabane. It sits in a parking spot somewhere with the keys in the ignition, and you're supposed to leave the money on the dashboard when you 'rent' it. But... anyone who rents it of course disappears. I'm thinking it forces its passengers to kill one another, in order for them to die with regrets making them have a higher chance of coming back as shikabane. For what purpose this could be for, i haven't thought of yet. And apparently, for it looking like such an awesome car, it's definitely doing it's job of ensnaring based on looks. XD and as for a shikabane invasion.... Already in the works as a epic finale XD I'm thinking.... six or seven 747 airliners crash into various city districts. Hundreds, if not thousands of people dead. And even though only a small percentage of the dead could become shikabane, there could still be hundreds of them. And yes, we all have cell phones.

'Ello! Inuyasha Fandom here, telling you to post your ideas, concerns, and anything else to your heart's content! Here within the backstage thread, we can post pictures of potential enemies, enemy ideas, story ideas, additions, and anything else. It's not just me who makes this, but my players as well. You're the stars of my play. I only direct, but can take some ideas. Those I really like WILL get used eventually, but there will be votes taking place on several posted ideas (my own or player generated) when accumilated. Like this lovely enemy: (it's a shikabane) [IMG]http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e66/could107/Anime/demon.jpg[/IMG] The idea for this shikabane is that he cannot let go of his love, so he kills women who are like his love because she killed him. Or something like that. I dunno. Shikabane are going to be comprising the majority of our enemies, because angels and demons are harder to spot and track. Shikabane that have succumbed to their regrets and obsessions and monstrous sides can't help what they do, so it's far easier to find them than our other enemies such as angels or demons. They can. Granted there are idiots among them, but not every divine or demonic entity is a retard. I mean, come on, look at us Even still, WE are salvation, and already just from the character sign-ups i'm enjoying the fine line our Shikabane PCs are walking. Interesting roleplay ideas come to mind. As the ring leader of this, if I have an idea, I personally will discuss it with the player, and I expect the same to be done between the players if they have ideas also for one another. BUT! run it by me first. Odds are, it probably will be accepted if that is done. First two ideas: The Shikabane (or Demon) SUV [IMG]http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r190/Torchwood_2006/SUV.jpg[/IMG] And next: The evil plant monster: [IMG]http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj300/willowphlucker/plant_fashion.jpg[/IMG]

Rayne looked down from his perch, his black wings looking to play the part of a sheild from the terrors and heartaches of the world. His red eyes let crimson tears flow, he did not like the task before him. But, it was what he had to do. He and the others who walked his path. The rain fell around him, and lightning crashed in the distance. Before him, he could see a playground. In the sandbox, there were dark figures lying broken. Another flash showed them to be half buried people, horribly beaten to death. The children's version of 'playing.' On the slide, played a young child. On the swings, played another child. On the jungle gym, played yet another child. Three children, playing in the park in a thunderstorm at two in the afternoon. They were wet, though they just seemed to want to keep playing, and playing with one another. Sighing. Rayne spread his wings, and drifted down to the sidewalk. Feather by feather, his wings came apart and fluttered away in the wind. His eyes were his pretty hazel, and he looked on torwards the park, and began to make his way there. Still, red stained his cheeks. An angel to kill monsters... created from children. Such innocent children. Itsuki Miamora, age nine, Steven Mitchells, age eight, and Eliza Sorten, age ten. There had been an accident on the nearby highway a week earlier. A kindergarten bus had been involved in a terrible multi-car pile-up. These children had died horrible deaths. The news reports had said they'd had broken bones and punctured organs. None of the children had survived or their teacher or the driver. It had been a terrible ordeal, and the news crews hadn't been able to stay away from the story. So, it was no surprise it had gotten immediate attention when one of three children came back to life at her wake. Itsuki came back to life, and the other two had disappeared from their coffins. The team had managed to keep the families quiet about this, but the problem was all the media attention on Itsuki. She'd been taken to the hospital, but then the hospital had been supposedly attacked by a monster. Many people were killed... Rayne shook himself, it did nothing for him to think of this monster as a little girl, he knew very well she was a shikabane, as well as the other two. Anue and Tahlia had been tracking the other children, and waited for him at the entrance to the park. Up a long flight of stone stairs, was where the children played. Ren and the others in his little group were posted along the perimeter, watching in case one of the kids tried to get away before they had destroyed them. Tahlia nodded at Rayne, and looked to the steps. "It's tough when it's children, isn't it?" Anue crossed her arms. "But I've never heard of so many coming back at once from a single accident." "It doesn't change our job, whatever the reason is." Rayne spoke, his voice cold, though his brow furrowed and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's go wake thos kids from the nightmare they're trapped in." Rayne took the steps by storm, running up them two at a time, his gun raised. The children each looked at them, and scrambled to back up against one another. "We're gonna play... we're gonna play..." Knowing what they had come here for, the children kept chanting, until their forms changed into something else entirely. Without missing a beat, Rayne began to fire at the one charging him, the one that had been Steven. "You wanna play with me? Then come on!" [IMG]http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r187/lilaithia/do%20not%20erase/Shikabanekid.jpg[/IMG] OOC: Alright, here's our first fight. It's supposed to be a nasty one. The shikabane of children. Remember, this is what we do. They aren't human anymore, and they are monsters, but that doesn't mean we have to like what we have to do. the picture above is what they look like after they transform.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, But your new iPhone breaks when you sit on it.

Alrighty, we're just waiting for Lilt and KG to finish their sign-ups. Sign-ups are still open, and will remain open. Late comers are always welcome. But here is my own sign up. Name: Rayne Age: 705 Race: Angel Human Appearence: Rayne is slight of frame and short of stature, weighing in at only 90 lbs naked soaking wet and being only 5'0" tall. His skin is pale white and flawless. His hair is a shortly cropped dark red, shaved on the underside in a sort of bowl cut, though cut at a slant, being longer in the front than in the back. His eyes are a pretty hazel color, and seemingly filled with a sorrow and a kindness at the same time. When angered, regardless of if he shows it or not, his eyes change to a red color. He wears a simple black leather jacket with a A-shirt underneath. His leggings consist of black leather pants and a pair of leather combat boots. He has a dollar coin sized cross earring in his left ear, made from pure silver with a four karat diamond in the center. Around his neck he wears a leather studded dog collar. On top of his head he usually sports a pair of wrap around shades. Second Form Appearence: Rayne gains no increase in height or weight, nor a change in skin tone. His eyes change color, becoming red in hue. His red hair grows down to his knees and becomes black in color. Enormous black feathered wings sprout from his back as well. Personality: Subdued though always warm and smiling when not working, Rayne is by far a normally kind soul. He'd give the clothing off of his own back to help someone, though he's no fool either. Many claim he has the mercy of the Holy Mother, and the Grim Reaper's heart of stone. However, this changes quickly when he and his group find a target to destroy. His demeanor hardens, and he no longer remembers the meaning of the word 'compassion' in this state, as usually his targets deserve none. He's vicious and cold, with a quiet anger burning in his eyes. Weapons: Rayne weilds a massive magnum handgun, immbued with the ability to bless its ammunition with the power to harm celestial or abyssal beings. Rayne jokingly calls it 'The Gospel." Powers: Rayne is immune to the elements, and can absorb them when used as weapons against him to deal devastating counter attacks. HE has the ability to sense 'things' about people, as well as know whether they are human, demon, angel, or shikabane. He also has the uncanny ability to heal others, whether they be human or otherwise. History: Rayne was once human, so many years ago. However, even then, he had had his unique ability to heal, and no mortal understood it. He was revered as a healer, and welcomed in every villiage. But, like any mortal unsulllied by war and famine, he sought only to make the world a better place. He was blessed with the ability to see goodness where others could not, and light the way for them to follow. He was a powerful enemy to those who weilded powers beyond that of humans, and weilded his own abilities to protect the helpless, and those lost within the darkness he would aide to lead them to salvation. But someone like Rayne was also a prime target for foul creatures, and soon enough they attacked him while he was staying at a villiage. On his capture, he vowed to be allowed taken if the demons would spare the villiagers, and they agreed. But, they broke their promise, forcing him to watch as they slaughtered all of the women and children first, then the men, and then torture him. They laughed and screamed as they tore apart his flesh with the shredded remains of the villliagers, though grew angry when he refused to cry out. Rayne had already been sullied from his purity, and in his final hours, he stood bravely, goading them and laughing in their faces because he wouldn't utter the scream they so longed to hear. Finally, they just killed him outright, to lie along side the villagers trapped in the mortal realm. However, this was not to be the case for Rayne, as a force of otherworldly mercenaries came into the villiage, freeing them all. However, Rayne would not be roused from his anger and drive, and he was allowed to stay on Earth to besow his vengeance on those who had taken his life. Rayne fought from then on against those whom had killed him, taking them out one by one, his lust for vengeance sated with each he killed. Then the time came and he delivered the final blow to the demon who had struck him down, uttering loudly how fun it was to do the same to the demon as what had been done to him. The screams of the demon were the sweetest sounds Rayne had ever heard. His vengeance sated, Rayne departed into the afterlife, becoming an angel who fought against the hoardes of demons. However with the passing centuries he grew tired of taking orders and not helping those who truely needed it, as the war between heaven and hell often spilled into the Mortal realm, and countless innocent humans would be injured or worse. Then, came the final straw when Rayne was ordered to killl several demons whom Rayne had witnessed trying to protect the humans from the battle. Rayne then turned on his superiors, and then revealing he would do no harm to those who would fight for the one reason that any battle should be fought; to protect something. Forcing his superiors back, Rayne and the demons fled, with the humans in tow. Later, they erased the human's memories of what had occured, Rayne and the demons then leaving to join up with other angels, demons, and shikabane who had decided to follow the same path as Rayne. Now, Rayne has a purpose, and beleives what he does is right. However, the centuries of fighting are often tiresome, the battle never ending. But, as such, Rayne will fight, knowing he fights for the protection of the future... and the lives of the innocent.

Excellent. Lets see who else joins.

His work was done here, though he didn't feel a sense of being liberated, nor a sense of being blessed. There was more to do, as was his task here in the human realm. He and his allies were different than their bretheren, they were the ones protecting the truely innocent in this bloody war. On stepping outside, three more people greeted him, their own angelic appearences disguised as that of humans. The boy's black wings seemed to let off a dark energy, before they floated away as individual feathers. Their expressions were the same as his, they knew there were many other souls trapped like these had been, and needing to be found and released. Hoping on a motorcycle behind one of the others, they sped off. Following closely behind them were the other two angels. The boy gazed on into the sunset, the sunlight glinting upon his shades. And yet, the man before him on the motorcycle wasn't an angel at all like him, though still serving the same purpose as the boy. A demon who knew the same calling and duties. The line between heaven and hell blurred even more, ever more. --------------------------- In this tale, not every hero is pure. Not every angel is good, and not every demon is evil. Both exist on both sides of the war between these two great powers, while it seems their leaders turn blind eyes to the feuding between their charges. Demonic and divine...When the heavens act a mirror image to hell, how do you tell the difference? We are those in the middle, destroying those who make the humans suffer, whether they be angelic, demonic, or once human in origin. We are the protectors of the humans. We are angels, and we are demons, wings sullied by what must be done. Our appearences in our true forms differ as widely as where we come from, though we are united in our cause. That which goes bump in the night isn't always evil. As for our abilities, in either form we are in we have far more superior strength, agility, and speed than humans. Your muscles might be bulky enough to squash televisions, though there might be someone who looks like a twig that hurls tanks around like toys. Appearences can be deceiving. There are several major enemies, general things, and allies, for us to face or contend with as a situation calls for them. Here is a list: The Shikabane: There is meaning in an individual's death. Death is our final curtain call, our eternal peace with the world. But there are those who can't accept this and because of intense regrets and obsessions they had at the moment of death, they rise again as animated corpses with a human conciousness. But, this is extremely rare.These beings are called Shikabane. Almost always, these Shikabane begin to harbor feelings of hatred for the living, and so begin to use powers stemming from their obbsessions and the means of their death -called Curses- upon those still living, mercilessly murdering humans that cross their paths. These beings simply aren't human anymore, and take it out on the living. That is where the Shikabane Royals come into play in this deadly game of chess. They kill their own kind, in order to gain access to heaven, or peace, or something else entirely. No one is quite sure except for those whom Shikabane Royals make a pact with. This bond allows these particular undead to fight in human form, and to retain who they were in life. There is only a short time to forge this bond, so there must be a normal bond between the deceased and the Shikabane previously before death. If no pact is formed between a human and a shikabane, then shikabane WILL eventually become a monster. Not much is known about the length of time it takes for this to occur. If such a bond between the two becomes broken, or the bonded mortal slain, there are only two options left to a Shikabane Royal. One is to die, which is what usually happens, or they too become normal shikabane, and will begin to act just as shikabane typically do eventually. It is preferable to die, rather than become a true monster. Only someone who is able to negotiate the terms of the contract can forge this powerful bond. Both the Shikabane and the Royals seem to be created far more often when angels or demons are near, though not nessessarily involved. This number increases dramatically the more there are in a given area. However, it is the Shikabane who are the only creatures who do not necessarily appear similar in appearence to themselves in life when in an alternate form. Shikabane have been known to take on other forms as well, depending on how they died. Shikabane Royals however only have one form. No matter which of the two are encountered, they all smell of the stale aroma of death. There is only one way to kill a shikabane. You have to destroy its brain. The Angels: Heaven's mercenaries, armies, spys, assassins, and a multitude of other things. All manners of creatures comprise the forces of Heaven. Many, many lower ranked angels are little different in appearence than the same ranked demons, other than color and manner of clothing. Rumor has it these are more or less the angelic or demonic forms of various animals, and leading to this is their bestial movements and inteligence. Higher ranking angels have a human form, and are similar in appearence to their angelic forms. These angels truely have the sentiment of humans, though not all are the compassionate visions of typical theological angels. Just like humans, some have hearts consumed by evil, and perpetuate the war they have always known since the dawn of mankind against the forces of the demons. At this particular moment, the angels are more concerned with how long this bloody stalemate has lasted, and seek a way to decimate the forces of hell once and for all, for better or worse. The Demons: Theology depicts them as vile, evil creatures, all under the command of the fallen angel Lucifer, who perpetually wages war upon the heavens. In truth, Demons come in all shapes and sizes, and are ranked almost identically to the angels, the lowest being bestial in form. Higher ranked demons have human intelligence, and their hearts can be just as pure or corrupt as any creature, mortal or not. As are the Angels, so too are the Demons hellbent on destroying their eternal foes. However, not even they wish to remember just how this war started, they simply care about winning. It is rather disturbing just how much alike demons and angels act, especially in the concern of innocent bystanders, such as the humans and nearby wildlife. They often give neither pity nor quarter when it comes to battling angels, though in turn the Angels do the same. Will you join me in the hunt? Okay, here's the sign up sheet. Feel free to be as creative as you want, though I want a lot of details. Remember though, that even our second forms are humanoid, and our facial features and muscle structure don't differ that much between the two, unless you're a shikabane. All of us also have the ability to partially transform from human to our other forms. Name: Age: (if you had a mortal death, include it in with the overall age of your character. Race: (angel, demon, or Shikabane) Human Appearence:( Typically, we resemble who we once were in our mortal lives, though perhaps a more idealized version.) Second Form Appearence: Personality: (self explanitory) Weapons: (be reasonable, please?) Powers: (what kind of abilities do you have that aren't exactly normal? Do you weild the powers of water or ice? Or do you control the air? Perhaps conjuring fire is right up your alley...) History: (be creative. Were you human once? Or were you born the creature you are? What have you done in your life until now? Remember, Shikabane were always once human.) Let's get this party started. Let us dance with the dead.