Engel

[color=darkslategray][size=1][spoiler] Remember that Arkham gained the power of Sparda? That kind of power lingers....and Jester, his alternate psycho personality, is more than a personality...[/color][/size][/spoiler]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Callisto had went. He...just didn't know....anymore. He knew he still loved Sadie...but what to do about it? He slammed his sword into the ground, and slid down against th wall, fingers running across the cool steel, slicing into his fingers lightly. He heard sirens.... Callisto saw Suki being loaded on a stretcher. He still cared fro Suki...it wasn't her fault. The blood on his hand nothing compared to her wrists, he sliced his fingers right back up the blade to the hilt. Now that he'd gone back to see Sadie, he knew he'd have more enemies. Pulling his Katana out of the ground, he put it in the case that hung with a gold chain off of his waist. Callisto wiped his fingers on the wall, leaving a bloodmark that would never come out, no matter how hard anyone tried. Rain was coming down now, the water dragging his hair down. He started for the hospital, then took a pit stop. Callisto remembered his father had a polygraph machine stolen eariler today. Going over the map in his head, he realized he was right in the interception path. He headed up a ladder into the rain, but into the shadows as well. Three men with Tec9's were laughing. "What an easy pickup...." Callisto knew that this would be only one way to prove that he hadn't been with someone else [i]This is turning into the Maury show....[/i] Callisto growled in his mind. Taking Auras, his Katana, in his hand, he lept down, driving the blade though the first one's head. Callisto pulled it out with a once silver sheen now stained red. He took Auras, slicing though the Polygraph holder's hands. He screamed as the bloody stumps started squirting blood. The last one was smarter. Firing off his Tec9, he stepped back. Callisto pullled a throwing knife from his boot, hitting the man in the arm. "Go back and tell Dad that I'm getting emancipated." Callisto watched the man stagger off before he picked up the Polygraph, and put it in the book bag that it had been taken in. Callisto showed up at the hospital. Gause pads were taped to Suki's wrists with medical tape. [i]...Oh god...[/i] Callisto realized how many he killed, it would never measure up to the pain of seeing someone who you know and care for in pain. He saw Sadie with tears in her eyes. Callisto's black shoes crossed the tiled hostpial floor. She was crying, and since she had such tearstained eyes, she couldn't see who she wrapped her arms around.[/color][/size]

[Color=darkslategray][size=1]Callisto didn't leave. He kept his distance, but called out. "I'm...sorry. I'll tell you why I was away. I don't care if you love Suki instead." Everyone there knew that was a lie. "I went to check on my father's buinesses. I was called into his office when I arrived in America, and he told me nothing but to stay away from you. I'm his heir. Heir to a buisnessman who's buiness is drugs." Callistio told her bluntly. "He told me to stay away from you. He called you a whore. I nearly killed him then. However, I went here where he was waiting for me. I drew my blade to my father again. My father...." He trailed off. He explained how he was in charge of his father's estate for most part, no matter how much he hated it. "I may be able to stop bullets, but I can't stop a million of them. I did it in order to be with you." Callisto stood, waiting for her answer.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Callisto had no time to be sad at the current time, as bullets whipped past his head. Flicking the sword out, he took it by the handle, and spun it in a circular motion, sweeping all the bullets up. He locked his arm, and sent the bullets back. "...When I deal with these jackass fools, we'll talk." Callisto told Sadie, then rushed foreward. his bullet stopping techniques came in handy, as a barrage of hot lead rushed for Sadie and Suki. They were expertly aimed, in a straight line that was vertical. Callisto threw up his Katana, slicing the bullets apart. He jumped into the air, and kicked the hilt of the blade, sending it for the assailants. One was struck in the chest, his black and silver automatic handguns flying for Callisito. He caught them, and began to open fire on two barrels of gasoline. They exploded, sending metal into most, fire into all. The katana was uharmed, past the blast radius. He kept the handguns, and retrived his sword, walking back to Sadie. "...Do you want to explain what happened?"[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1] Callisto looked around the place. Everything was in order. Things were going smooth. Silence. Beauty. Dispair. These thoughts ran rampart in his head. Sadie. He needed to get back, as much he needed to be in the place he was at. A katana he had picked up in change for his Arm Blade hung at his side. His white hair was spiked up, revealing pale, cold blue eyes. Minutes later, he was headed for the airport, past security, and on a flight. England loomed below. Buildings jutting out of the earth, like blood from an open wound. He once again passed security. What a breeze these days to sneak in a sword. It was pitiful, actually. Callisto Farren, a well respected man. Buinessman, warrior, and a kind fellow to most people. However, in England, only few knew him. Almost none were there. Callisto ran over his father's thoughs. [i]Sadie...is bad news. She tried to kill herself for god's sake. Just...leave that crack whore.[/i] Callisto had almost cut him then. However, he mangaed to keep that inside. The building where he and Sadie would meet was three blocks away. He called a cap, checking his Rolex, and seeing he had mere minutes. "Now." He simply poined to where he wanted to go, having not the time for words. The cab reached a sudden halt and Callisto left the man 200 american dollars richer. He could see Sadie in the window. He went though the door, and climbed the steps. "I missed you, Sadie." A blade was pressed on his throat. His father at the other end. "I told you to stay away from her." He growled. Callisto's hand was wrapped around the case for the blade. His thumb flicked up, the blade shining softly. "Step away, lest the suit I plan to have you buried in be covered with blood, father." He growled in retort. His father simply stepped away. "Fair warning from a fair buinessman."[/color][/size]

[color=navy][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Shin Menjami [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Role:[/b] The Silver Blade [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://www.capcom.co.jp/devil3/download/devil3_vergil_2.jpg] Click Here.[/URL] Just....make him modern. Leave his hair alone, but give him a black shirt with a blue button up overshirt. Shin has white cargo pants with black, non streak running shoes. [b]Personality:[/b] Shin's an...adventuresome fellow. He'll take on any challenge, and he'll kick its ***. People tend to stay away from him when he's pissed off. However, he's a cool guy, even though many don't know it. He'll stick up for what he believes, which isn't much. However, whatever his friends believe in, he'll fight for.... if he had any, he would. Shin has taken in the desiplines of Tenpu-Kosai-Ryu Kai+Manji Ninjitsu, and has been hailed as one of the few true fighters of the ancient techniques. This is one thing that the people in the schools can't deny. Shin's been moody and angsty for the first fourteen years of his life, bursting out in class, starting fights, and getting in trouble. He saw the fuitility in this, and cooled down when fifteen, though no one would stay around him long enough to find that out. His amount for anger use to be pretty large, but now its once great potential has severly diminshed, though that doesn't mean its so small after all.... [b]Bio:[/b] Shin is from a dysfunctional family. His mother a crack whore, his father a courrpt buisnessman. Many people would think this was an american drug family, not Japanese. From his birth they said something was wrong with him, that his mother's drugs had messed him up, and that his hair showed showed it. He's felt a strong hate at those who mocked him. Just because he had white hair. When Shin started school, he was called various insults, and even the teachers looked at him funny. One day in class he just got up and screamed out, "I hate my damn life!' He was thirteen at the time. Shin was taken into the councillor's office. He started on how his life was screwed up and how his schools seemed like the american's. "We should be learning our language, not theirs!" Shin told her. He knew that wasn't the reason, but he stil liked to believe it so. She simply nodded. "I learned that if people just nod their heads its the time to stop talking." And with that, he got up, and left the room. He continued to be pissed off for the next two years, cooling down at sixteen after he lost several people he considered close to him. This stilled his once raging tounge, taking his head for a spin. He stopped fighting unless others started it, and even then he always ended it. Shin doesn't know too many people at school, this had led him to be a netural player in school. Shin doesn't mind, as he never had many friends in the beginning. But it has been starting to bug him as of late. He plays on the school soccer team, but he doesn't talk to many of the people on it. Like I said, many people don't talk to him.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategrau][FONT=Century Gothic] A bannter is an extended banter, which is sort of a party. I like the first set the best, the font is just awesome.[/color][/FONT]

[CENTER][IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/YamatoVergil/DMC.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [color=darkslategray][size=1] Welcome to the Underground thread for DMC 2: A Jester's Play. Here your questions will be asked, and I or ULX will answer your questions. Ask away, my friends.[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1]Dante looked around, his red overcoat open. He pulled it together, buttoning it up. The U.E.N. get pissed if they find people who are trying to look "avaiable." However, Dante wasn't tied to anyone, so he had more freedom than everyone. He didn't believe the commuinst bullshit about diseases from loving someone that they don't tell you to. God made it so you could love anyone. Your neighbor, your friend, your classmate... Dante's black cargo pants were less snug around his legs now that he had ran the last five blocks that he had been walking. He wanted to get to school early. People would wonder in the past why he'd want to do that. But in the future, things change. Life changed, Religon changed. He changed. The doors beeped as the motion sensors confirmed it was a student, and swung back with a hydrolic hiss. Shoes striking the marble floors, he ran to his locker, jamming everything inside the computerized mechanism. [i]Goddamn computers, gonna take over the world like in that film that was made a thousand fucking years ago.[/i] Dante never said this out loud, though. Turning on his heel, he walked into the classroom to find one student, Wynn Terbel, asleep. He sat down in the desk beside her, putting his hand on her shoulder, pushing her awake gently. [b]"Hey, Wynn. Don't want the teach to catch ya asleep, do yah?"[/b] He asked, white hair clouding his greyish blue eyes, a smile on his face. He pulled his hand away, the open fingered glove slidiing gently. He may not be able to have free speeh, but no one could tell him he couldn't dress in the way he wanted.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][FONT=Century Gothic] In light of ULX and I starting a Devil May Cry RPG, I have decided to take on a DMC banner. For the banner, I would like the text "Devils Never Cry" In a gothic style text like the one seen here: [url]http://www.star-games.it/Star2002_file/Download/dante.jpg[/url] I would like that kind of text with Vergi on it. Thanks for all who take on this challenge.[/FONT][/color]

[color=navy][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Vergil [b]Age:[/b] 20 [b]Race:[/b] Half Demon, Half Human [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Description:[/b] [URL=http://www.capcom.co.jp/devil3/download/devil3_vergil_2.jpg] Vergil, The Half Devil[/URL] [b]Weapons:[/b] Beowulf: The Flash Greaves and Gauntlets that Vergil recived from Beowulf, who was his father's enemy. They allow his already impressive swordplay to incorperate martial arts. Yamato: The Keepsake blade his father Sparda used. Its the same as Force Edge, besides the power, which is far more impressive. Seen [URL=http://www.weaponmasters.com/images//products/CI_2002/PC-1018GTL.jpg]here.[/URL] [b]Power:[/b] Vergil can freeze enemies via his demonic powers he inherited from his father. Near light speed, a handbased projectile attack, and a near infinite Devil Form makes Vergil a fearsome foe. [URL=http://ps2media.ign.com/ps2/image/article/568/568066/devil-may-cry-3-dantes-awakening-20041122085039894.jpg] Vergil's Devil Trigger. He also has wings which he uses for flight.[/URL] [b]Fighting Style:[/b] [i]Quicksilver:[/i] Vergil has the ability to slow down time, but keep his normal speed though his Quicksilver style. The world's colors themselves invert as if a testament to his power. Can deactivate when needed. [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1][b]This is a Unborn Lord Xion and Jian production.[/b] [center]***[/center] [center][IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/YamatoVergil/DMC.jpg[/IMG][/center] Dante was bored, had been for weeks, ever since the Mundus job. Nothing seemed as fun for the demon-slayer anymore. Everything was dull, dull, dull? Well, exempting the group of demons that just dropped through his skylight. Feral eyes, matted fur, blood-stained fangs, jagged claws. Typical stuff. Nothing to worry about, not since Phantom, Griffon, and of course?Nelo Angelo. ?Nice of you to drop in?I was just getting bored,? Dante said, raising Ebony in one gloved hand. The whip-crack of discharge filled the room, and one demon was splattered across the wall. Dante leaned back, flipping out of the chair and picking up Alastor from the wall behind him. Good souvenier, that was proving to be. Another shot from Ebony splattered a second monsters brains. He?d need to hire a maid, or something. One lunged, screeching like a monkey. It swiped one heavy paw at his head, but he ducked and gave it a sword to the side. Alastor bit into it?s hairy hide, spilling dark blood on the mahogany floor. Just cleaned that too... The demon?s upper-half flew to one side, it?s lower half dropping to the ground. He turned slowly to see the remaining demons advancing slowly. They were smarter. Well, a little, anyway. Of course, they didn?t count on Dante grabbing the shotgun under his desk. That ended two of them right there. The last was a quick kill for Ebony. ?And here I was, expecting a party,? Dante groaned. ?I didn?t even get streamers.? ?Maybe we can make some from their entrails?? cackled a familiar voice. ?Eh, Dante Mante Ante poo?? ?The Jester?? Dante growled. ?Been a while, eh, Clown boy?? ?No way to talk to an old friend, oh Danny boy!? The demented Clown dropped from the ruined sky light. He leered at Dante, miming a flute. ?The pipes, the pipes are callin?, from glen to glen?? ?I get the point,? Dante snapped. ?So, here for a fight? Or some vague prophecy ********?? ?Oh, I?ll tell you why I?m here?? [center]***[/center][/color][/size][color=navy][size=3] Vergil's Return[/size][size=1] Beaten. Tricked. Scorned. Misled. Vengeance would belong to the Son of Sparda. He would take up Yamato once more, and cleave open worlds. Blood would be spilled. Many would die. Ahkram would die. The fool Jester would die. Dante would die. Dante must die. Vergil...no...Nelo Angelo would find his power. He knew there was more inside. Otherwise, how could Dante have beaten him? Dante must have the ability to tap inside himself. Ahkram decieved him...Nelo Angelo WASN'T his greatest power. The Devil inside would tear loose from its shackles.. Chains, rusted and strong. Armor, cracked and dusty. Hellfire beating down upon him. Mundus had taken him to Hell, and died. Now, Nelo Angelo had to break free. So Vergil could break free. The realy Virgil. Crack! There goes one chain. Snap! There's the other, gone in a flash. Now for the legs. Shackles cut off by Yamato. Power coursing in his veins. Like a drug. He needed more. That spark...that inhuman power...that blade... Nelo Angelo had to have it. He will have it. He will kill Dante. He will become the best. He will gain his honor. Honor... Key in a lock. Shackle broken. Devil's loose. The spark. The power. Vergil is free.[/color][/size][color=slategray][size=1] [center]***[/center] [b]Name:[/b] If you are using a premade character, you must use their name. Other than that, go crazy. But keep it within limits of your species. [b]Age[/b]: For humans, 16+. Demons, 150+ [b]Race:[/b] Demon or Human. No halvesies, besides Dante and Vergil. And, those two are already taken. [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Desciption:[/b] For premade characters, you may describe them, or use a picture, but you may only make small modifications. For example, Trish isn't going to radically change her outifit, or hair. Just small things. For the few, original characters, feel free to do anything. Just keep demons demonic, and humans human. [b]Weapons:[/b] Two starting weapons. One melee one ranged, two ranged, two melee. Nothing too powerful. [b]Power:[/b] For demons, what power do you have? Can you teleport, can you spout flame, what? [b]Fighting Style:[/b] Here's a breif explaination of the four styles that are open to both demons and humans, only Dante and Vergil may have Quicksilver or Doppleganger. [b]Trickster:[/b] Allows for more speed, and evasive manuevers. At the start, you have Dash and increased speed and jumping power. [b]Royal Guard:[/b] Defend to attack. Block an enemy's attack, then use their own power against them. Start with Block and Charge. [b]Gunslinger:[/b] Allows for specialization in different guns. Bullet Rain: When in the air, fire down on your foes while spinning. Humans will likely mess this up sometime. TwosomeTime: Allows you two cover and juggle two enemies at once. [b]Swordmaster:[/b] Allows for specialixation in different melee weapons. PropShredder: Spin weapon at a high enough speed to stay in the air for a few moments. AirSlash: Allows to slash fast and hard in the air, slowing fall. [b]List of Premade Characters:[/b] Dante- ULX Vergil- Jian Trish- Lady (Mary)- Jester- Ahkram- [b]NOTE:[/b] On fighting styles, the techniques are from the bold until you see the next bold. Gunslinger has TwosomeTime and Bullet Rain. Swordmaster has PropShredde and AirSlash. Etc. EDIT: Since we have not put in biographies, we would request that you put in links to some of your best work for us to judge wether you get in or not. [center]***[/center] Sign up, and do it well. Only three to four originals will be taken, and if you're not up to snuff, you'll [b]be[/b] snuffed. Remember, The Devil May Cry....[/color][/size]

[color=darkred]Zack was pissed, cold, and worried. He heard soft sobs, so he went to investigate. He found Janis, and Cassidy. He walked in, looking at them. "I'm...sorry. We shouldn't of come the fuck out here." He sat down besides them, Janis still holding into Cassidy. He put his hand on her back, massaging. Zack had managed to find a radio, but it sounded nothing. Not even static. "We have to get out of this damned town one way. I don't care if I have to take down this whole bloody town, and all of its inhabitants. We lost our friends, and one of them is gone, with nothing but a bloody seat." He was still massaging Janis' back, fingers working into her skin though her shirt. "Cassidy...I took care another other one for you...made it painless." Zack bit his lip, knowing he had chosen brash and uncareful words. He kissed Janis on the cheek, and went for the door. "I'm going to see if I can find something to use in the way of a weapon. I don't like this place..."[/color]

[color=red][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Dante Zealtide [b]Masternet Alias:[/b] Rebellion [b]Age:[/b] 15 [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b]Instrument:[/b] Vocals, Base, Acoustic, and Eletric Guitar. Currently has a Red Gibson, an unmarked, self made Acoustic, and a Black Gibson Base. [b]Physical Descripton:[/b] [URL=http://www.capcom.co.jp/devil3/download/devil3_dante_2.jpg]Dante[/URL] [b]Personality:[/b] Dante is loud, sometimes foolish, and a bit stupid. However, to many, this seems just like an elaborate act when he starts to preform, his catchy lyrics and voice a myrad image. When something doesn't go his way, he uses force. Sometimes physical, sometimes by the force of his gutar. Either way, he'll stop at nothing to get it right. [b]Notes:[/b] Dante's a purebred rocker. He dabbles in Nirvana, Saliva, Metallica, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Green Day most of the time. He also is known to dip his pen into Collective Soul, Linkin Park, A Hangover You Don't Deserve, and others. He's an underground rocker too, staying as far away from the media as possible, for fear of discovery. However, he's been getting more ranbuncious latelly, and was almost cought last time. But once again, Dante managed to cheat punishment. Dante grew up on Nirvana and Pink Floyd, along with Guns and Roses, Aerosmith, and the other classics. However, when he entered his preteens, he got into the punk and metal scenes, but never tried to drift from his heratige. Dante has a strange case. He's currently not destined to love anyone, according to the U.E.N He sees this as another reason to change the goverment, back to when it was concerts from Tampa to Paris. Oh, how the times change.[/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] As his hand pushed against the small of her back, he felt how much she missed David. Sol felt slightly guilty, but banished all thoughs of that, as the present moment seem more... requied than the pang of guilt that shot though his arms to his head. [spoiler]Sol pushed her down gently, still kissing, his lips hot, as his hands flirted along the edge of her tank top, the soft skin on her waist gentle to his touch. He took it, and began to pull it up, kissng up her body. Sol threw the tanktop aside. He began to kiss the side of her breast, up to her nipple. His hands went down to her skirt, and began to undo it, anticipation rising. He pulled it away when it was off, and began to pull down her panties gently, Sol's finger brushing her soft, smooth skin, as a ripple went up her body.[/spoiler][/color][/size]

[color=darkred]Awaken The Demon Inside:[/color][color=blue] Fate And Martyrs[/color][color=darkslategray] [i]Can you feel it, my son?[/i] A burning sensation rose in his chest. [i]The fire inside your veins?[/i] The fire rose out his throat and though his mouth. A plume of flame... [i]Can you feel the demon?[/i] He fell to the floor, fire spilling from him like water from a floodgate. A shape formed from the flame, and a hand struck the boy across the face. His neck snapped, crushing his windpipe, killing him. [i][b]Weak. All weak. The flesh and blood of the Humans are weak.[/i][/b] Dissapointed, the demon walked away, the fire forming a skin around him. ~~~ Demons and Angels have surrounded the dreams of man for the longest times. People have done rituals to summon Demons, but few have succeded. What happened when they did succeed? No one knows, because the last time, they rebooted the world. ~~~ The dissapearance of the boy sent ripples though the local city. At the age of 15, he was already a brilliant technicion, leading his own firm. Some people suspected a jelously attack. His name was Marcus Red. Not many people knew what he was really doing,. As a matter fact, none did. Besides one. He told me everything, shortly before it happened to him too. Marcus was bringing demons into the world, via giving their own lives. The man that told it to me, Call Tarkem, burst like a garbage bag too full of rotten food, his body swollen. The blood from his body formed together into a wholy new, human shape. There werw 9 demons. One of Fire, one of Ice, One of Water, One of Earth, One of Shadow, One of Thunder, One of Bile, One of Bone, and One of Blood. "When they meet, the gates to hell will swing forth and a tide of blood will consume our world. No longer will "Forget All Hope, Ye who Enter Here" be for hell alone." He gurggled, and burst,. Unfourtunately, I had brought the Newest, born of Blood, to the meeting center. The Sanatarium where I had brought the man for questioning. The demons began their slow invasion, infecting people with their blighted spirits, Only the angels could save us now. And that's my plan. ~~~ Sign ups: Name: Around this age, please. Mark and Tim will work,. Age: 15-27 Gender: Appearance: You can use a picture or describe in detal your character. Race: Human, Demon, or The Holy Possessed. (The last will become Archangels a bit after the entrance posts.) Weapons: What do you use to fight? A handgun, maybe a sword? You choose. Two starting weapons. Powers: (Demons and Archangels only) What kind of element do you command? Can you control the blood of the weak, or can you send an orb of ice careening though your foes? One power, please. There will be opertunity for some humans to gain power too. Biography: What has your character done in their lives? Two paragraphs, please. ~~~ I Hope many people sign up. [/color]

[color=dimgray][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Micheal Nickelback [b]Age:[/b] 17 (Senior) [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=12]Lose the weapons and give him a midnight blue Gibson guitar.[/URL] [b]Personality:[/b] Micheal seems like a cool guy, in control of things, always with a level head. He'll never put someone down when he doesn't know them, unless they insult him first. Then you might want to clear out of the area. Other than that, he's a loyal friend. However, after being a transfer student, taking up his whole Junior year, he's got no friends. [/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] Sol's arms were still around her waist. He smiled and pulled her closer. She took her hand, laying it gently on the bridge of his nose.Sol took her hand, lacing her finger's with his. He began to focus on his nose, and where it was broken. He began to pull it together, and go into the very cells themselves, making the cartilige produce much faster, healing his nose. "Vel....I'm sorry." His hands went back around her waist. He bit his lip softly. "Sol..I know it looked bad for you, when me and Leslie were..." Sol let her trail off, as he knew how to finish her sentence. As her words drifted from the air into his ear, he pulled her close in for another kiss, his lips touching her's softly, then with more passion. "After we get things settled here, I proimse we'll save David." Sol told her, breaking the kiss gently, then resuming. His hand pressed her lower back softly.[/color][/size] [b]OOC:[/b] Tag, Steff.

[color=blue][size=1]Sol gripped his nose, then let the blood flow down. It was the blood of a coward, he knew. Running from his fears. He let his flow down his hand, onto his arm. [i]Better on me than in my stomach.[/i] Sol told himself, and wiped it away, flicking his arm at the sink as blood flew off of it. He walked back to Sammy. "I don't think that this'll work out." He told her, having cleared his nose from the clotting blood. His voice was husky, and deep, from the punch. He looked at her. "Its just...unnatrual. One second we're trying to kill each other, the next..." He trailed off. "But..." Sammy started. "I'm sorry, I can't." Sol left. [i]Maybe I was too harsh...[/i] Sol proceeded up the steps, wondering if he had let her down easy enough. He knew what he had to do, and he had to do it fast. The stairs ended, the rise of the height like the rise of his anticipation. Sol traversed the hall to Velvet's room, where the door was closed. He knocked on it gently, and when he heard no answer, he pushed it open. Only Carly sat on her bed, quiet. "Carly...do you know where Velvet is?" "I think you just missed her. Try the other set of stairs. She probably took them, instead of the Main Stairwell." "Thanks...and if she shows up here first, just keep her occupied." Sol left the room, the door closing with a soft clink. Indeed, another set of stairts were there, in a walk in closet in the middle of the hall, half concealed by shadows and clothes. Sol ran down the stairs, being careful not to trip. He saw Velvet at the end, and she turned around a bit, just enough to see the tearstains on her cheeks. He reached the end. "Velvet..I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. I...you may....I was hurt, no matter what my reaction was up there..." "What I'm trying to say is....I lov....love you." He finished, looking at her.[/color][/size] [b]OOC:[/b] Tag, Mouse!

[color=blue][size=1] After the hug, Sol went down the stairs. He felt...empty. Like he had a hole in his chest. He went into the bathroom, and locked the door. "Goddamn it!" He yelled, wiping his eyes with his arm as the tears came out. He felt so damn empty. He loved her...His rage began to overflow, but he pushed it back down. Sol slammed his fists against the sink. "Damn it damn it damn it!" He stopped cussing, and went out, after his eyes had went from red to normal. "Hey, Sammy." Sol greeted her. "I don't know what to do now..." He began to tell her what he had spoke about with Velvet.[/color][/size] OOC: My brain is dead. Sorry for the short post. >_<

[color=black][size=1]Poor Druik. He always gets hurt somehow XD. He'll be ok. And what happens with Druik and Sally? Just because she killed him doesn't mean she doesn't like him.[/size][/color]

[color=blue][size=1]Sol looked at the ground after the kiss. He leaned agains the wall, letting his brown hair fall over his eyes. "But, I don't know, I mean, Vel might of just been testing it.." "Well, you don't know till you ask." "Suppose your right." Sol knew he had feelings for both, but he needed to see wether Velvet was just experimenting, or not. He walked in the house, right behind Velvet, then put his hand gently on her shoulder. "Vel, can we talk for a mintue?" He asked, trying to keep his rage bottled up. He'd take it out on something else later. "Umm...sure." She led him to her room, and closed the door. "Sol, I know you feel angry about it-" "Velvet, just...tell me [i]why[/i]. I understand Leslie is cute, I've went after her a few times, but never suceeded. I just want to know if you were experimenting, or if you've had a relationship this whole time. Its not my place to ask, but I wish it was, so I am asking."[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred][align=RIGHT] [b]Name:[/b] Xhaiou Jian [b]Sobriquet:[/b] he Sapphire Knight [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance/Description:[/b] [URL=http://www.capcom.co.jp/devil3/download/devil3_vergil_2.jpg]The Sapphrie Knight[/URL] Xhaiou Jian is an outsider, and has outside clothes. His azure and black visage is put down by the commoners, who wish not for a tide of strangers to come through their lands. [b]Affiliation:[/b] Xhaiou Jian is a liutentant in the army, working his way up from his rather pagan settings. The Emperor, having no son, seems to have grown on to his rash, but affirmitave decisons. He treats him like a son, though has no ties, nor lets him join in royal activies. His arrogance has led many to regret this decision, but his brilliant stratigic commands, stealth, and pure combat ability has kept his posision. For now. [b]Weapon:[/b] Tenpu-Kosai-Ryu Kai+Manji Ninjitsu He uses a Nodachi, a slightly larger katana made in the fashion of a demonic sword seen [URL=http://www.angelfire.com/goth/devilmaycrytonite/weaponalastor.jpg]here[/URL] [b]Circumstances:[/b] On the side that every one sees like it or not, Xhaiou Jian is there. War, blood and sacrifice is all that The Sapphire Knight knows, and all he seems to care about. Cruel, bloodthirsty and sadiastic on the battlefield, his demeanor is quiet, reserved, and cold otherwise. Xhaiou Jian is rumored to have come from The East, but this is yet to be confirmed. He'd killed several Unknown and Unmakred soldiers, appearantly from his homeland. He had appeared on the Plains of Battle, where territories were being fought over by private armies, one belonging to the emperor. Xhaiou Jian watched the battle for several days, and finally approached the commander that seemed to have the most sense. He was accepted, as the Commander's reserves were running low. Xhaiou Jian proved his worth, and got an audience with the Emperor. In private, he told his tale. No one save the Emperor himself has heard it. However, what many had heard of, his Xhaiou Jian's prowess. The Emperor gave him the posision of a normal soldier in the Emperor's private army. Before leaving the Audience Chamber, several people heard Xhaiou Jian's name. [i]"Raphiel."[/i] [b]Introduction:[/b] [i]The wings are white, with crystals of ice, and frozen roses so red. Roses of blood from an innocent soul, on the plain lies an angel, dead.[/i] Xhaiou Jian walked out of the courtyard. Several blossoms from a white ash tree blew into his hand. He closed it, grinding his fingers into the soft leaves. They gave in, the fragrant water still coursing in their dying veins making a small wet mark on his palm. He turned his hand out, and let them fall away. However, a needle in the side of peace that the nature of the Garden provided, a messenger's steel spiked running boots ripped up the stone and wild plants, like a bear through a thick of needles. Punish earth and be punished. The messenger, having passed through the Rose Sanctuary, had several nicks and cuts on his arms, legs and face. He stopped short of Xhaiou Jian, and bowed low. However, Xhaiou Jian caught the man's chin, and rpped it upward, his fingers digging into the man's flesh. "You are no common maggot. Do not copy their filthy habits." The Meseenger nodded, and began to deliver the message. "I see. The Pearls of Winter....this should be fun..." Xhaiou Jian laughed, a tarnished laugh. "Round up the common maggots, and have them on the lookout." Xhaiou Jian turned on his heel as the messenger ripped through Garden again. More blossoms fell from the tree high above. The red petals from the roses minging with the falling white from the tree, created a look into a soul misgiven by blood. Xhaiou turned away, as the trees bore mute witness to his colorful display of arrogance.[/color][/size][/align]

[color=red]Strike one. [i]AHHHHH!....damn....[/i] Strike two. [i] That fucking card.... now I can't even sleep.[/i] Strike three. [i]I thought tourture was illegal.[/i] Strike four. [i]Agh...almost half way there.[/i] Strike five. [i] Chances are that I'll never get Alicia the way we were. Damn, I'm materialistic.[/i] Strike six. [i] Come on, put some heat into it![/i] Strike seven. [i]Damn...not that much.[/i] Strike eight. [i]That one didn't hurt as bad. Fucker![/i] Strike nine. [i] I hope Alicia's ok.[/i] Strike ten. [i] Now let me go, motherfucker![/i] Tre was released, the blood flowing down his back. He wiped what he could with his arm, then whipped his arm in the direction of one of the whipers. The blood was stained across his face, but he merely grabbed tre, and knocked him out. Tre woke up in his room. "Damn it, I better find Alicia, don't want to disobey the card. Never know what could happen." He exited his room, and entered her's. "Alicia, are you ok?" As Tre said this, he began placing the mini cams around her room.[/color]

[color=red] Tre looked at her, his blue eyes shining. "No...but I know you do. I love you." [spoiler]Tre kissed up her stomach to her chest, up her neck, ending on her lips. He took her hand in his, lacing fingers. His hand traced the skin down her upper body, and began pulling on her pants. "Tre...I don't-" "We should try anywa-" "But-" "Just once..." Tre pulled her pants down softly, the fabric slipping along. His hand drifted to her thigh, massaging lightly. Tre broke his kiss, and began to bite her neck softly, kissing gently. He pushed his head into her neck. "I'll never, ever leave you. I couldn't."[/spoiler] [b]OOC:[/b] Tag.[/color]