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Christophe sighed, and smiled as his cellular phone rang. Looking at the caller I.D. he saw it was his hunter friend, Leon. "Hello?" Christophe turned away from the prying eyes, and smiled. His actions were always of interest, though he didn't care for eavesdropping. "Hello, Christophe. Um.. could you please do me a favor? There was an accident earlier, one of the girls fell and split open her knee." Christophe sighed. "Let me guess, the night class is getting a little restless?" Christophe looked over to Therese, beckoning her over. "I'll have another Pureblood come over, I'm afraid I'm busy tonight, there have been iissues at the Lair as well." "Thanks, Christophe. Anyway, I have to go. There are several other things I need to address with the human prefects." Christophe smiled. "How is your daughter and son doing? I haven't seen them in awhile." "They're a handful... But they're doing alright. But... Hans..." Leon trailed off. Christophe knew very well what was going on. Hans had been bitten by a vampire a long time ago, when he was only a child. Since, with sheer will power, he has fought off the infection of becoming a vampire, with the help of a binding tattoo that Christophe himself had placed upon the boy. However, the tatoo was losing its power, and the infection was becoming more and more powerful. Soon enough, Hans would indeed become a vampire. And with Hans' special case, he might not handle it too well if indeed he became a vampire. "I see. I'll talk to him tomorrow night." Christophe said his goodbyes, and turned to Therese. "I'd like you to play babysitter for the remainder of the night." Therese snorted. "Please, you just want me to dress up as a school girl." "Sorry, fetish night isn't untill tomorrow. Anyway, looking after a bunch of twenty year old vampires shouldn't be any problem for you." "Fine fine... I'll go. Anyway, I'll expect to be paid for 'babysitting' as you put it." "Of course. I wouldn't expect you to work for me for free. You'll receive ample compensation. And since it's me, you know I'll be generous." "Fine. I will see you later." Therese turned on her bar stool, walking out of the Lair and into the night. Christophe shrugged, and turned his attention back to the crowd. The humans were all giddy and drunk still, thankfully they wouldn't fall fodder to being prey, at least not while he was around. There were still several vampire looking hungrily at the feasible humans, and shooting furtive glances to Christophe's unamused face, they turned back to their drinks. Christophe looked around, and saw nothing better to do than converse with various patrons, including a cute human male with a body to die for. Being that Christophe's hunger was to say the least sated, he saw no reason not to seduce him. Walking over, he put on his best debonair charm, and tapped the man on his shoulder. "Enjoying the show?" The man, being drunk, smiled, and laughed. "Oh yeah..." "I'm glad, this is my establishment, after all. I simply love when people appreciate the work I put into making this place work..." "You own this place? How old are you? You look like you're maybe twenty!" Christophe smiled, laughing into his hand. "I'm much, much older, I assure you." Christophe looked into his eyes, his own a mesmerizing hazel. Yet, Christophe holds something in check for him, so that the man is only drawn in further, not spellbound. "Really..." He said, smiling. "Are you as much fun as the show?" "More." Christophe replied, offering his hand out to shake with the handsome man, already in his power. "My name is Chris Shelley. And yours?" "Mike Burns. Nice to meet you." They shook, both smiling. "Care to dance?" Christophe smiled wider. "Sure! Come on and dance. Let's see your moves." Taking the young man out to the dance floor, Christophe immediately began to dance provocatively, secuding him ever further into his web. Mike wasn't that bad of a dancer either. But soon enough, Mike was wanting Christophe, and his desire became ever more apparent when he lightly bit on Christophe's neck. For once, Christophe was the one with hot shivers of desire, and he could feel Mike's arousal. There was a hot passion, and Christophe nibbled in Mike's neck in return, careful not to peirce his delicate and flawless skin. All eyes were on the two, and then Christophe whispered, "Let's go to my room... Think you got what it takes to put a smile on my face?" Mike nodded. The two left the main area, Christophe walking over to the Reaper. "Raven, make yourself useful. Keep these people in line while I'm busy." "I'm not-" Christophe glared at him, causing him to fall silent. "This is your chance to earn your keep. Now use it or get out." Turning away, a smile back on his face, he led the human away to his own personal bedroom.

Christophe sighed. The Reaper wasn't exactly his kind of company. "Well, shall we mingle?" Christophe stood, and walked out into the main area of the Lair. He inspected all the face, and thus was his suspicions earlier correct. He wasn't at all pleased with the turnout tonight, most of the crowd was lower class vampires who thought they were all that and a bag of chips. How Christophe loved to put them in their place. Carrying his glass, he walked amongst the dance room room, having left his previous company behind. How little any of them knew about him... It was mildly entertaining, for the most part. The Revanent stared at him, despising him. Christophe opened his mouth into a wide smile. "Back again, I see. I assume you think you'd learn something here, and by all means, attempt to do so. However, if information is what you want, then perhaps you try actually asking people." "Beat it, vampire." Christophe smiled once more, this time giggling. "Ah, so unfreindly..." Christophe pouted mockingly. "But, I guess in your position I would be, too. Ah well, makes no difference to me, either way. See ya 'round, sexy." The revanent blinked in surprise, before glaring once more. Christophe shrugged, and walked away. Christophe inhaled, the many scents and odors in the air being drawn in and categorized. He could tell there were vampires, were-creatures, demons, and a variety of other creatures of the night. There were a few humans, speckled here and there, clueless as to what they were amidst, and completely unaware of the fact they were being eyes by many very hungry creatures. One, a young vampire, swaggered over, thinking he would easily obtain one of the humans for his own meal. Christopher yanked him back, throwing him into a chair. "I don't suggest you repeat that particular action. They are guests here, as are you." Christopher leaned over the vampire, placing his knee on his crotch, but not crushing it, at least not yet. "Get off me! I'll do as I please!" The vampire spat into Christophe's face, and Christophe didn't even flinch. Christophe then let on the pressure, and the Vampire bit his lip. "I will not repeat myself. There will be no feeding on ANY of my guests, do I make myself clear?" "They're food. I don't care about your little rules." Christophe's mouth opened wide, his teeth growing expedentially."I think you're in need of being taught some manners." Christophe raised his hand, his nails like razors. He pinched the stem of the wine glass, and with a slight TINK! the top of it fell to the floor and shattered. "Now, apologize, and you can leave here without incident." "Fuck you, prick." The vampire pushed against Christophe, but Christophe didn't budge. Christophe reached up, and yanked his head to the side. "I gave you three chances. You failed them all. Any last words?" The vampire's eyes opened wide, and before he could yell out, Christophe had burried his fangs deep into his throat, and all that came out was a gurgle. The humans were all already drunk, and not paying attention. The vampire tried to escape, but Christophe's grip was unbreakable. Soon enough, he went limp. Christophe stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth. He licked it off of his fingers, and then turned to the bouncer of the club. "Would you take out the trash, please?" The big brute nodded, and Christophe patted him on the side of the face, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks big boy.." The brute hurredly went about his buisness, carrying the dead vampire from the club to dispose of it. "Let that be a lesson for anyone else who thinks their all that!" Christophe called out. The other vampires and demons who had been watching turned their heads away. "Low lifes...." Christophe muttered. He looked to his left to find the reaper watching him. "Can I help you?" "Tell me, why would a vampire feast upon a vampire? Isn't that killing your own kind?" "Now now, don't be so hypocritical. As if your kind doesn't do it either. Granted, my reasons are probably a bit different than yours would be." "And what are your reasons?" Christophe shrugged. "I like to keep the rest of them in line. Our... dearly departed friend? He was an upstart, had an attitude. Respect is everything, otherwise you might not live that long..." The reaper paused. "But, you never show any respect to anyone... You seem the part of a hypocrite." "If you show me respect, then I show you respect. It's that simple." The reaper's brow furrowed. "I see." Christophe shrugged. "Now, as for you having free range of my club, I see no reason for you to not to. However, there are far more things involved than even I care to admit, even if I'm already aware of them. You'll find that I'm well informed, Raven." The reaper grimanced, on hearing his name spoken by a vampire. "So you are. I beleive we could have a partnership, of sorts." "Indeed. We can discuss it later though, perhaps after buisness is shut down for the night." "Fine."

Welcome to the Lair, ladies and gentlemen.

Once again, Christophe sighed. Night time was approaching, he hadn't been able to sleep that well today. Despite this, he also hadn't fed yet, either. He had just been informed that yet another vampire had disappeared, and once again, had left no trace as where they had gone. A demon was waiting for him in the dining area behind the stage, this one had been waiting for some time apparently. "I was wondering when you'd finally wake up. Vampires... Even though you don't burst into flames with the light of the sun, you still insist on sleeping in all day..." Christophe snorted. "I'm in no mood, go away before I decide to use you as my breakfast." "And ill tempered too..." "What do you want? Tell me now, my patience is wearing thin." Christophe sat down at the table, and one of his performers brought him a glass containing a red colored liquid. Taking a drink, he smiled. "I suppose I'll listen to what you have to say, now." The demon snorted, and he stared into the eyes of Christophe, his eyes flaring a deep crimson color as Christophe's turned to the colot of honey, his pupils slitted. "As I'm sure you're aware, several Demons have become rather irritated with your non-chalant attitude." "Let them complain. If it's Breque again, he's pissed off because I threw him out with his tail between his legs." "Well, that answers that question... However, I was wanting to know on behalf of my master if you knew of anything else going on within our ranks..." "No, I'm afraid there's nothing of interest. Besides, I have better things to do than concern myself with affairs within the Demonic community. There are more pressing matters happening in the Vampiric." "Like the dissappearences? Why don't you question the hunter in charge of the school?" "He's clean. Being that he's also a good freind of mine, I think I'll pass on interogating him. Is there anything else? As you can see, I'm eating." "No, that's all. A lesson in manners? Lern to be more polite." "A lesson for you? Do the same." Christophe snorted. "Angela! Show our guest to the door." A woman stepped forward, and bowed. "This way please." Christopher snorted again. "Manners.... Manners he says... Hmph! He's just lucky I didn't dice him into peices! Getting on my case so early in the evening...Bah!"

Now now, ladies. As for your question, Therese, yes, vampires and demons do have powers. However, the reason I didn't have you put it down on the sign up sheet is that it's a surprise, even for me. However, please be considerate, no powers like auto-kill or anything like that, at least against PC characters. And Little Erika, I know patience isn't exactly a virtue for the younger ones, but you'll acheive it with time. I plan on opening the Lair later today, and keeping the sign-ups open. I have possibly a few more clientel, but we'll see.

Welcome to the Lair, miss Erika.

Mmmmmmnn.... Welcome to The Lair, Miss Therese. If you like, there are various treats in the Dining Room back behind the backstage. As for me... I might as well announce who I am.... Name: Christophe Shelley Race: Vampire Gender: Male Appearence: Alright, here's a picture of me... just keep your panties on... [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/edward.jpg[/IMG] Age: I honestly don't remember how old I am.... Personality: I like to think I'm a carefree and fun-loving person....but of course I have my moments when I'm not so nice. But that's anyone, I suppose.... History: Well, I remember the pyramids being built....and I remember looking at the Eiffel tower being built.... and I was a soldier during the first World War. Other than that, I've found my self letting memories slip through my fingers like grains of sand.That, And I really don't feel like discussing my past. But anyway.... enough about me. Who else would like to partake in our little club?

Welcome to the dining room. Any questions or comments, please leave them here. Also, there are 'wines' and various other desserts and treats on the table. Please, help yourself and have a seat.

Welcome to my club...I hope you're not human... Otherise, I can't guaruntee you won't end up as dinner...Though I promise I'll try my best to keep you from becoming someine's meal, unless it's me who's hungry. Of course, I won't kill you if I'm hungry, at least not intentionally. Immortality is such a bore, sometimes, isn't it? I hope you find some kind of entertainment here at The Lair..Our buisness here is pleasure, both for immortals and mortals alike. Oh, and if you're going to eat here, please be respectful. I hate cleaning blood off my floors... However, there is something going on that I'm beginning to question, and I'd like to ask you about it. And don't worry, it's a genuine curiousity, I won't bite... unless you want me to. However, on from pleasure, and down to buisness. Recently, vampires have begun to disappear. And no, it's not like they're being killed -though that is a possibility- but I wonder why a corpse isn't being left behind? Even we vampires leave a corpse when we're killed. To what end could we be used as? I know vampire hunters aren't responsible for these particular disappearings, I have my own connections in that department. The nearby school for mortals and vampires is indeed ran by a former vampire hunter, we're good friends. I like to attend the night classes they have... which are just for people like us. But anyway, back to buisness. I understand there has been quite the uproar in the vampire community, a 'mad woman' has escaped custody. Do you know anything about that? It's my understanding that she ran away because she indeed wasn't mad at all... it's just a story they're telling to try to get people to seize and return her. The demon community is also in an uproar.... but about what I haven't been able to discern, at least not yet. So, what do you want to do about any of this? Or are you going to ignore it? Alright, there's the story.. now let's play. This is a serious RP, and it's more like a drama show thaan anything. We live out our lives, some of us being human... and others..... well, not so much. If you wish, you can even be a demon, as long as you keep it simple and have a human form. If you want, you can also be a were-creature. However, please be creative, were-wolves are so cliche nowadays. The sign-up sheet is as follows: Name: Race: Gender: Appearence: Personality: History:

Julian stared out across the bleak Wastes. Rose stood next to him, her eye scanning the horizon as well. "It hasn't changed much...." Rose said. "Really? How long has it been?" Julian looked down at the elaborately dressed figure now walking in front of him. "Many years." Julian sighed. Any definite age she might have had, she wasn't revealing. "Mister Julian?" "Yeah, what is it?" "Humans... they're always resourceful, correct? Think we'll be able to find some shelter?" "If we can live up to how much faith you seem to have in us, then sure." Julian turned his attention to Archie. "Hey, old man. You doing okay?" "Better than most old men, I assure you." Jullian smiled, the biting cold chilling what little was exposed of his face. He raised a hand to his chin, thinking. While they were out here, they would have to travel quite a distance to find more food,though in the remains of major cities they should have no problems with that, and the snow could be melted to obtain water. Most of the polution of the old world had long since been stripped from the atmosphere. Rose stumbled in front of him, and Julian leaped to catch her, though they both went down, as Julian hadn't even thought of how heavy Rose would be. They both fell face first into the snow, and Julian lied there for a minute, sighing. "You alright Rose?" "Fine... thank you for attempting to help me..." Julian got up, and heard Maya's tittering laughter. Rose stood up, and began brushing the snow from her dress. Julian smiled, balling up some snow. "Oh, Ma~ya!" Juilain sang, launching the ball of snow at her. In a fit of laughter, she ducked and started throwing snowballs back. "Would you two grow up?" Duo said, sighing. "This I expect from Maya, but you Julian, I'd think you'd be more mature...." Julian snorted. "Yeah, sure Mom, I'll behave." Julian raced over to Duo, tackling her. "I would think, Duo," Julian whispered in her ear, "That we wouldn't want Maya knowing how bad it might get... If she gets bogged down, then she might fall prey to the bitter cold." Duo eyed him, before pushing away. "AUGH! I give up..."

Julian sat back, leaning against the wall, watching Heat and Rose fidget with things, getting ready to leave. Jullian couldn't beleive how old Rose was, being that she remembered the sun. "So Rose, do you know anything about the key?" "No, I'm afraid I don't. I know that it's an object much coveted.... though rather it is thought as a forelorn hope more than anything." "Whoever programmed you must have been righ... you speak like you're from high class society." "My previous owner did spend quite a sum to have me made, though I'm not sure exactly how much, nor is it my concern. My concern at the moment is this trip we're about to undergo. The conditions outside are not at all hospitable, the humans going on this trip might not be so fortunate... mortality is indeed rearing it's ugly head. And that goes for you too, mister Jullian." "We humans know full well what we're about to face outside. I wonder if YOU are going to be able to handle it." "I will be fine. I'm a scrap, remember? I don't feel tempature extremes like you humans." "Must be nice, not to be human, at least out in the cold." Rose stopped what she was doing. "It's not much of an advantage. While I might be immune to the cold, you humans aren't. The last time...." Rose looked distant, as if her memories were playing out inside her head. "The last time I was out in the cold, I had left with a group of humans. If memory serves me correctly, then there were twenty-five of them altogether." Rose stopped speaking. "And? What happened?" "Only three of them made it here." Julian was taken aback. "Out of twenty-five? Good god...." "The weather is a cruel mistress.." Rose finished.

Excel, you spend too much time on realchat. Name: Saio Uzu Age: I'm am so not telling Gender: PENIS! :animesmil (i totally said penis ROFLCOPTER!) Appearence: Saio wears a short short kimono, from which he pulls a seemingly infinite amoount of random things. His sleeves are long and billowy, and up top, he looks like a traditional geisha. Granted, he's the crossdresser geisha ninja. His kimono is red in color, with black trim. History: He totally roxors your soxors

Julian sighed, lighting up a ciggarette. He was glad to know they at least had nicotine stil, though it was usually every month or so when they got a shipment in from one of the underground farms. He was sitting alone in the dimmly lit garage, looking at all of the direlect Scraps and the ones in even poorer condition that were still functioning. "They keep running them into the ground... No wonder humanity is going to die out...Humans are so greedy and selfish..." Heat came lumbering in, and fit himself into his own bay, his eye swiveling to look at Julian. "WHAZZZZUP?" Julian blinked in disbeleif, he'd never heard Heat say anything like that. "Hey, where'd you learn that word, big guy?" "HUMANS." Julian sighed. "Figured. Anyway, Why are you down here?" "ORDERS." Julian snorted in disgust. This only argued his point he had been talking to himself about just a few moments ago. "Heat, do you think that we can find the key if we set out to find it?" "HUMANS SMART. HUMANS FIND." Julian smiled sadly. "It's kind of funny, the machine has more faith in humanity than the human itself does..." Julian looked down, his face covered by shadow. "Does humanity, for everything it's done unto itelf and the world, even deserve another chance?" "HEAT HAD SECOND CHANCE. HEAT HAD MANY CHANCES. HUMANS ALWAYS FIX HEAT. HEAT HAPPY WITH HUMANS." "I see....You're a far better person than I for thinking that." Julian stood up, rubbing out his ciggarette. "Well, you feel free to stay here if you want, I'm going to go get something to eat. Later, Heat." Julian walked away, and up a flight of stairs to get to the main common room. He was happy to see Maya there, taking off her coat. "And where have you been?" "Outside..." Maya looked down at her feet. "I already got yelled at for it." "Yeah, but I'm not going to yell at you." Julian got down on his knees, and smiled. "I know you like going outside, and no one's ever going to be able to stop you. So, there really isn't a point to trying." Maya looked like she was in shock, staring at Julian like he was an alien. "You mean that????" "Why wouldn't I? Now, come on, let's go get you something warm to drink, I'm sure you're cold." "OOOOO! LET'S GO GET SOME COCOA!" "We have some? Alright, why not..."

Saio sighed, and opened the door for the driver and Alyssa to walk in. "I think introductions are in order." the driver said, sitting down on a rather poofy chair, crossing her long legs and looking over to the other two. She wore a buisness suit, her long black hair flowing down arounder like an obsidian waterfall. "Ah... yes. I am Saio Cross, and this is my twin sister, Ayeika." "I'm Alyssa Miliardo. A pleasure to meet both of you." Saio opened a cabinet, and pulled out an expensive looking bottle of wine. "Care to have some?" "It's not plum gekkian, is it?" Ayeika asked. "Actually, it is." Saio turned so they could see the label. "If there is one thing I will always like about Japan, it's the quality and tastiness of the wine." Alyssa sat ddown on a sofa. "I'll have a glass. I've never had Japanese wine before..." Saio chuckled. "Then you're in for a real treat." Saio poured three glasses, and brought them over on a silver platter decorated with tigers. "You seem to have a real thing for being in tune with your culture..."Alyssa remarked, observing all of the Japanese decor and the tray. "I am proud of where I come from..." Saio handed each of the girls a glass, and they all smiled. "To new beginnings... and to new friends..." Saio said, and they all toasted. Ayeika looked deep into her purple colored wine. "If you're so proud of where you come from, dear brother, then why don't you go back to Japan?" Saio froze, his golden hued eyes flashing briefly with anger. "I beleive we've already had this conversation, sister." Alyssa drank of her wine, and remarked, placing her hand on her cheek, which was already flushing. "OH! It's simply WONDERFUL!" Saio turned, and smiled. "Of course! I wouldn't pay an arm and a leg for it if it wasn't!" Saio and Alyssa laughed, and clinked glasses once more. "I simply must get more of this!" Saio and Alyssa began to talk exitedly, and Ayeika stood up. "Leaving so soon, sister?" "Yes, I beleive that the smells coming in from outside require attention." Saio sniffed the air, and was immediately met with pungeunt smells usually assiciated with crime. "I see. Well, Miss Alussa, I'm afraid I have to head out with my sister. Can I call you a cab?" "No, my apartment building isn't far from here. I can walk. Thank you for the offer." Saio stood up, and walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out another bottle of wine. "Here, this is for you. It's not the plum, but instead it's made with honey. I'm sure you'll like it." Saio handed her the bottle, and scribbled a cell number on the side. "There, now you have a means to get ahold of me. You're welcome back any time." The three parted ways, and when Alyssa was out of sight, Saio turned to his sister. "Well, I must say, it was nice to see you, but I have to go." Ayeika sighed. "When will you tire of playing hero and come home?" Saio turned, focusing on his other form. "I'm not playing hero, sister. People need help, and I have the power to give it. Why would I not? All this power, and then to merely squander it? No, sister. I have this power for a reason. Otherwise...." Saio transformed, and looked back to his sister, now much shorter than he. "Otherwise There is no use for being who and what I am." Ayeika sighed. "I suppose there's no use talking to you again about all of this. Just be careful, alright?" "Of course, sister. Tell Mother and Father I love them..." "Alright. Give me a call later to let me know you're alright." Saio hugged his sister, and them leaped off into the night.

Julian looked down at Rose. She looked up at him, her empty mug in front of her. "You can actually drink?" Julian asked, looking her up and down. "You look like you could.... you're really advanced..." "I was built to be a child's toy. I can drink most fluids, my body can prossess them easily. However, solid foods pose a bit of a dilemma for me." Julian furrowed his brow. "Eh, that's not what I'm worried about. Are You in working order? I'm sure we have somepone who can fix you if you aren't." "I am in as best working order as I am able to be. I honestly doubt humans at this point in history are able to live longer than a century. Truely, I estimate that anyone with the techical know-how to fix me is long dead." Julian shook his head in confusion. "Just how old are you?" Julian blinked, wondering just what the hell this scrap had been through. "I'm old enough to remember what the sun looks like." Rose smiled, standing up. "Did your mother ever teach you how rude it is to ask a lady her age?" "Yeah... but you're not human...." Rose smiled. "Of course, I must take that into consideration. Forgive me. But, Mister Jullian, would you please escort me around? I'd very much so like to explore the rest of the Skycleaner." "I'm sorry, I can't. I have some things I need to go do. If you're around later, I'll be more than happy to be your tour guide." "Thank you, mister Juilian." "Just call me Julian, that's formal enough."

GAH! It's so boring!" Saio complained, ableit no one was listening. Saio sighed, and continued down the street. His nose was filled with various smells, and to him the city was a new experience everyday. He yawned, as he had just wooken up. The city streets were buzzing with people, and he wondered why his mother and father had ever wanted to reside in the countryside of Japan anyway. Being as Saio didn't have school today, he was on his way to the Daily Planet to see if they had any jobs for him to do today. He sighed, as there was nothing of real interest to do at the moment. His ears picked up the sound of fire engines and ambulances, and to his delicate nose, there came the difting odor of burning oil and paint. A distant explosion came to his ears, and Saio backed into an alleyway, and focused on his other form. Slowly, he could feel himself growing bigger, and much more mucular. His shirt stretched over his form, and his pants grew with him, they had both been specially made for just such occasions. He kicked off his boots, and left them there in the alley. Saio leaped into the air, catching hold of a fire escape and began to climb, and within a minute he was atop the building, surveying his surroundings. Thick black smoke loomed over the horizon, and Saio began running torwards it, moving far faster than any human could. He came upon the destruction soon there of, and grimanced. There had been a multicar pile up, and many cars were on fire. But, the biggest problem was an oil tanker amidst the flames. "Great... that thing's gonna go up and leave a crater!" Saio jumped down, and took a deep breath. He grasped a car door, and ripped it from it's hinges, freeing the panicked woman inside. "RUN!" he growled, and she took off. Looking around again, he saw a minivan full of soccer kids and the mom. The electronic doors had locked and wouldn't open. Saio bounded over to the van, and grasped the door, if only to be met with blistering heat. Saio roared, letting go. The kids all looked like they were scared to death more of Saio than anything else. Saio yelled, hoping they would understand him. "Get away from the window!" Saio pulled back, and punched. The window shattered, and Saio held his clawed hand to a little girl. "Come on, I won't hurt you. I'm here to save you." The girls took his hand, and Saio pulled her from the van. "Run! Wait for the rest of them at the end of the bridge. GO!" The little girl ran, running as fast as she could. Saio started pulling out the rest of the girls, and they all started running too. The mother though, was another story. With the fire growing ever large, heating up the tanker ever more, Saio was getting worried. Anytime that thing could go up.... and they were right next to it. Saiop may have been tough, but even he wasn't sure if he could survive it, let alone this woman. "Come on!" Saio held out his hand, and the woman shook her head. "I'm stuck!" Saio went around to the other side of the van, to the driver's side, and saw the woman's foot was caught by the steering column. Saio fgrimanced, and raked his claws on the door, rending the mettal like a hot knife through butter.using this, he ripped the door apart, and pulllede up on the steering column, allowing the woman to escape and run after the children. Coughing, the smoke rising up around him, Saio reverted back, and ran down the bridge as well, barefoot. Behind him, he could hear the metal of the tanker truck swelling and bending, the pressure just too much. With a BOOM loud enough to deafen him, Saio was sent flying foreward, the blast rocking him. Rolling on the pavement, Saio was immediately converged on, paramedics swarming him to make sure he was alright. News teams were already converging on the incident, and Saio wasn't thrilled about having his face plastered all over the television. "Excuse me, sir? Can you tell up how you managed to escape?" Saio snorted. "Dave, get that camera out of my face." The camera man sighed. "Fine, be a spoil sport. You okay?" "Yeah... some furry thing saved me.... I was catching a ride with a friend.... next thing I know, KA BOOM!" "Explains why you're barefoot... Come on, I'll take you to the office..."

Julian watched Rose and Heat be led off by Maya, shaking his head. "She may be a genius, but she is still a child." "I think it's a good thing you woke up Rose. Maya has someone of her intellect to play with." Duo replied. "I think Maya was feeling kind of lonely, hanging out with us adults. Now she has someone to play with, and can match her wit for wit." Graham spoke up."I don't know, Rose strikes me as something... strange. Did you notice how she never actually told us how long ago anything that had happened to her was? We don't even know where she really came from." "Well, she's a Scrap... And she was just sitting in a storage room." "But why? Why was she there? Is something wrong with her? Is she a trap?" "If she was a trap, don't you think I'd already be dead?" Julian crossed his arms. "She's not what you think she is, though Heat seems to have a thing for her. I wonder what that little episode was about?" Graham sighed. "Look, I'm not agaist Rose. I just think we need to be cautious." Duo snorted. "I agree, but nothing about her struck me as odd, other than how she was dressed. And she did say she was a child's toy, so the dress she's wearing can be proof of that." Julian looked at the ceiling. "All in all, Rose strikes me aa a lot more human than a number of people here on the Skycleaner that I can name. Plus, that dress she was wearing.... She's old, very old. I've never seen a dress like that in all my life. But, I have seen those dresses in books salvaged from various places in the world. They were from a long time ago, when people kept track of time. But, as people advanced, so too did clothing, becoming lighter and more comfortable. Yet, dolls were sometimes still dressed like that. But it had been before the war that dresses like that had been made, and even longer when Scraps like her were built. So, she might very well be older than any of us by centuries." "You have too much history shoved inside that head of yours..." Duo commented. "Why don't you just ask her how old she is?" "Because, it's considered rude to ask a lady her age." Julian commented, smiling. "Bullshit. You ask me all the time how old I'll be on my next birthday." Duo retorted, smiling too. "Yeah, but you're not a lady." To this end, Duo threw a bottle at Julian's head, beaning him. "Ow..." "That's what you get!" Duo laughed. "so, moving on. Got a boyfriend yet, Julian?" Julian blushed. "No.... and don't you have better things to worry about other than my relationship status?" "Dolly's gonna be fine, so is Graham. So no, not at the moment." "Bah..." Julian stood up. "Well, I have to get going. I think I'll crash the tea party. See you two later." "Laterz!" "Bye..."

"What? I have to clean up all that?" Julian asked, looking down at the sheet of paper for morning chores. "Frickin' clean up duty...BAH!" Julian swore, angry that he was playing maid. "Whatever... everyone does their share... Julian made his way down, after filling up a fresh pail of soapy water and a mop and scrubbing utensils. These dark halls were in a seldom used area of the Skycleaner, and he had been ordered to play clean up, rather than his usual tasks and duties teaching the children or going out to search for salvagable parts. He looked down the dark hall, the lights had long since burnt out, or at least most of them had. He continued to mop, the dirt and grime proving to be a challenge to get up off the floor. most of the dirt had solidified a long time ago, and Julian used more than his fair share of 'explanitives' to describe the difficulty of cleaning the floors. "God fucking damn it.... this shitty maintenence is really gonna piss me off...." He muttered, on finishing the main hall to be cleaned. He looked to his right, down yet another hall, one of the many he had come upon while cleaning this particular one. "Why they had me clean this finally is beyond me...hmph..." He looked down the hall, and in the dim light, he could see a doorway, the terminal ever so slightly ajar. His brow furrowed, he ventured closer. "Storage room." he read out loud. "Figures they'd shaft me with cleaning the most obsure parts of the sky cleaner." Still angry, he swung open the door, and it slammed against the wall audibly. Cringing, he felt around for a light switch. On finding one, he flipped it. With a loud POP! most of the lights promptly went out. Julian swore again, but didn't leave, as there was still a few lights in the room. Looking around, he could see alot of various parts and cloth covered objects. He couldn't make out what any of the objects might be, so he grabbed the nearest one and whipped the cloth from it. Turns out, the thing underneath was a peice of a scrap. "Remind me to tell Archie... He might be able to use that to fix something..." Julian started to pull various cloths off, finding more and more parts of scraps. Finally, he decided to remove the cloth from the final figure, this one being small and sitting against a wall. He grasped the cloth, eager to know what was under it. He yanked off the cloth, and immediately screamed like a little girl. The cloth fluttered to the feet of what at first sight appeared to be a little girl in a ragged dress.6 He thought she was dead, and backed away. But, then his eyes moved away from the face so fine and along her body. He then saw she was a Scrap, and a finely made one at that. She appeared to be inert, as she did not stir when he pulled off the cloth. Julian moved closer to her, and reached out to touch her face. It was smoth and flawless, and made of some substance he had never seen. It was pliable, yet it felt quite hard, as if it were like human skin but much much more durable. She wore a dress, and it looked like it had once been beautiful beyond compare, thought now it was dusty and spiders had weaved their webd on her, the arachnids now long gone. She appeared as if her dress had had many lacy bows and other such decorations, but they had all fallen apart, though Julian wasn't sure if it was due to age or if it was due to something else. However, he did notice a single decoration still mostly in tact, a single rose brooch fastening a dark green bow to the bossom pf her deep red dress with the many ruffles. Her hair was rather faded, like it had once been a vibrant blue and had held exquisite ringlets. Her hair hung in loose curls, framing her fragile looking body. He noted that her bangs had fallen over one eye, and he moved it, if only to see a gaping hole leading to her robotic innards. He suddenly drew back his hand, startled. He looked over her limbs, and saw what looked to be mary jane shoes, now dull and no longer the shiny black they should have been. The remains of more of her 'skin' could be seen on her arms and hands, through ruined gloves with many holes in them. Her joints were quite visible. leaving Julian to wonder where the rest of her skin was, as none of it was lying about her. "Who is she?" he wondered out loud. Julian lifted up her dress, revealing her legs were in much the same fashion as her arms, though they had the remains of tights on them. Julian pondered what to do with her. She was obviously old beyond belief, maybe she would know what had happened to the Key! Julian reached down her back, and felt around, his hand feeling more of the strange substance that made up her skin.Then, he felt it. A slight CLICK! and then the sound of gears grinding into motion. The pretty little scrap fell back against the wall, and Julian backed away. He hadn't planned on waking her up......

Name: Julian Rosenfeild Age: 23 Gender: male Profession: Archeologist/ Scavenger Appearence: With his shock red hair, and ample muscles, he's quite a sight to behold. He stands about 6'6" and weighs almost 175 lbs. He has many tattoos, the most visible ones being a bar code on his right shoulder, and ankh on his left, a bio-hazard symbol on his back, and the japanese kanji for 'love, peace, and family' on the right side of his neck. He's usually seen wearing googles and a beater with camoflauge cargo pants. When in the bitter cold, he also wears a black parka. Personality: A rather jovial guy, he prides himself on the fact he's the most renowned historian aboard the Sky cleaner, and his knowledge often comes in handy when working with his other profession as a Scavenger. He's always willing to crack a joke or two, and always there to someone when they need someone to talk to. Background: He was born in the ruins of what was once a well populated city on the eastern coast of another continent, its name lost to time. He came across the Skycleaner after he had traveled for many days, after all of his family died in a disaster, which he doesn't speak of. Since, he has come to call the Skycleaner home, taking to exploring its many rooms and teaching the children about the history of the human race. Reason for searching: He wants to see the light of the sun... and bring hope back to his people

What about Poison Ivy? I was going to go up against her... Excel was planning on doing the same...

I was wondering about that... sweet deal.

so is killing another PC allowed? I certainly hope not

Name: Saio Cross Age: 58 (appears to be in his late teens or early twenties) Gender: Male Superhero name: Silver Tiger Appearence: in costume, Saio appears to be a strange mix of human and tiger, with a tiger's head and a sleekly muscular body, covered in white fur with black stripes. His eyes are a captivating gold, and slitted likethat of a true feline of which he partially takes its form. His eyes are quite capable ofmesmerizing to all who look into them, if they don't run away in fear. While in this form, he's about 8'0" tall and weighs almost 700 pounds. Out of costume, he appears to be a Japanese American youth, though with an accent. Usually, he's in his school uniform, simple black dress pants with a white button up shirt. His muscles are all the while sleek, but prominent. His eyes are again the same mesmerizing gold, and ever still slitted. While in this form, he weighs 159 pounds and is about 5'11" Powers: He's a were-tiger, therefore he's extremely strong in any form he assumes, and his senses are matched by no other. He's fast, agile, sharp clawed, and quick witted, and able to shapeshift at any time he chooses. He ages extremely slow, due to his not being human. Because of his supernatural lineage, he's harder to injure, and he heals quickly. He has the ability to completely transform into a tiger, his clothing melding into this form, as he is a natural Lycanthrope. However, while he all of these advantages, he is still cursed with the fact his bite can spread the 'affliction' he has. If he is confronted with silver, he is much more suseptible to being injured. Personality: He got a nasty temper, and he's extremely flighty. When he's not angry, he's a sweet guy, though with a short attention span. He is an inheritantly noble person, and always willing to help someone out. He's usually bright and cheerful, always ready to tell a joke. Weapons: He needs no weapons, his claws are good enough. Character Bio: Born and raised in Japan, he came to the Americas to see more of the world. He's currently enrolled in the local university in Metropolis, working part time at the Daily Planet as an office intern. He lives in an apartment nearby, living off of his immense inheritance. Knowing the he will live for centuries to come, he occupies his time with a job, school, and playing hero. Opposing Villian: Name: Ayeika Cross Appearence: Not being an actual villian, she doesn't wear a costume. She's the same hight and weight as Saio, and with a face startlingly similar to his. She's usually seen wearing a buisness suit or an evening gown. When she transforms, she looks identical to Saio even then, although she has breasts. Character Bio: Being Saio's twin sister, she often appears to try to convince him to go back home. While he refuses everytime, she just can't take no for a complete answer. She won't try to coherse him through dishonest means, but she won't give up either.

[CENTER]When the wind blows cold and the trees are bare, Walk through the cemetery if you dare. Find the tomb with the skull of a jester, And feed it the token all shiny and new, It is then that CarnEvil will return for you![/CENTER] [RIGHT] -Greely Hollow Legend[/RIGHT] Welcome one and all to CarnEvil! Long thought to be only a scary childrens' nursery rhyme, the local legend has come true. Unspeakable horrors, macabre horrors that appears to be some sick perversion and a travesty of what a carnival should be. These nightmarish creatures have overrun the town. Ludwig Von Tokkentaker has risen from his grave to wreak chaos once more, and only once before has he returned, if only to be put back into hell, where he truely belongs. Now, he has a fury that borders on almost divine, his power speading through out Greely Hollow like fire. People have been disappearing, being mere fodder for Von Tokkentaker's plans. Just what they are, no one's sure. The town is sealed off, plunged into some never ending purgatory of nightfall. The only way to disperse the evil this time if to fight through the town of Greely Hollow and then through the former Cemetery to the Big Top, where presumeably, we'll be taking on Ludwig Von Tokkentaker himself. But be warned, there are monsters lurking everywhere, both within and outside the CarnEvil. Many of the townspeople have been trapped within the CarnEvil, now mere husks of their former selves, transformed by the evil spells the Ringmaster casts. Do you dare to play his games? Alright, now who wants to play? Name: Age: Occupation: Personality: Let's play!

Dunan picked up the ankh, and began to speak. "Draco.... Do you know who this is? It's Dunan." "You sound familiar. I take it I.... made Karyn upset?" "Yes.... But she'll get over it. She's a tough girl. I'm glad to know you're alive. I had thought you were killed by someone or something." "So... all of you are in Egypt? There's more than just You and Karyn?" "Yes.... There's Cali, Dawner, and Anya. Our leader, Dean, was captured by the bad guys." "So.... I...." Draco trailed off, thinking. "I don't remember any of you." Dunan smiled. "That's alright, It's just a relief to know you're okay. Where are you?" "I'm In New Zealand...." "I'll have our spellcaster bring you here." "Spell caster? What?" Draco sounded confused. Dawner grasped the ankh. "Just focus on my voice, Draco. I'll find you." Dawner had recovered nicely, but had awoken with Dunan speaking to Draco. "Who are you?" "It's Dawner. Now, Focus on my voice...." Dawner closed his eyes and began reciting a spell, and then, Dunan could feel a magical tug at his body. Within seconds, Draco was yanked forth, poofing into existence right beside them. He stumbled forth, caught completely off guard. "Magic...." He started. "Just.... Just what the hell was I involved in?" Dunan stood up, and patted Draco on the back. "In due time, Draco. I promise. I'm Dunan, and this is Dawner. Karyn is in the shower, still upset. She really looked up to you, you know. Being forgotten.... it's something that really hurt her." Draco looked down. "But... I-" "Couldn't help it. It's okay. We understand. Now come here, ya big lumox." Dawner said, and then gave Draco a big hug, happy as a clam. Dunan watched with a rased eyebrow, but said nothing. "Come on... the others are waiting."