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I suppose I shoule be asking when the grand opening of the Lair is, Christophe. I'm not known for my patience. *sits down at a chair and pours herself a glass of blood from one of the many bottles, this one labeled 'musician' * Mmmmnn... tasty... Also, do the vampires and other such things have special powers in this RP?

ooooo sounds like fun..... Name: Therese Dawes Race: Vampire Gender: Female Age: 2000 Appearence: [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/BadAss.jpg[/IMG] Personality: Passive and rather blunt, she observes and then speaks. She often strikes people as being aloof and cold, but only those who know her know she's more sensitive than she lets on. She's a cool talker, but a vicious fighter. History: She's older than a lot of vampires, having not only been around to see many of the world's most beautiful structures built, but indeed was the woman Beethoven himself had written a sonata for. She's been alive for many years, and as of late has grown rather bored. So, she's taken to hanging out at the Lair.

Rose stood by, watching eagerly. She began to help Heat, though she wasn't really sure what was going on. Julian walked in, and he looked around at all of the hustle and bustle. People were red in the face, and Rose could tell he knew something was up. "Hey, Rose? What just happened?" "There is a search party being gathered officially to find the Key to activate the Skycleaner. I had assumed you had already been told..." Julian sat in a corner. "I'll go." Heat swiveled his eye. "HEAT HAPPY JULIAN COME. HEAT NOT LONELY ON TRIP." Julian smiled. "You make it sound like a vacation..." Rose stopped what she was doing, snd cocked her head. "If you wish, you can think of it that way. I think tempers will fly off the handle a lot less with less people here." "And you're probably right, Rose. Tell me, why would you go looking for the sun?" Rose looked down at her feet. "I... remember how happy people were. If it will allow humanity to be happy again, then I will be happy too."

Alyssa stood atop a building, not knowing or caring what it was. She looked down to the city streets, at the countless people mindlessly living out their mundane lives. Her cape fluttered in the wind, but it drew no attention. She looke up at the sky, to the cresent moon. "Such a beautiful night. A pity it has to be spoiled at one point or another." She snorted, as she hear a woman crying out. "DEAR GOD SOMEONE HELP ME!" Alyssa pulled her grappeller out and shot it into the wall adjacent from her. She pulled, making sure it was secure. She swung, carreening around the building and into the alleyway. In a moment, she had a vivid assessment of what was going on. A gang of thugs were chasing after some poor woman, brandishing knives and cat calling her. They were wanting to do a whole lot more than just give her a hard time. Alyssa landed in front of them, causing the brutes to skid to a stop. "I do beleive you can stop harrassing the woman now. If you wanna go, then go a round with me." Rose swiftly pulled out her 'calling card', a thin metal sheet as sharp as a razor, and deadly when thrown properly. An image of a rose had been stamped onto it, with a black 'V' behind it. She threw the seemingly innocent 'playing card' shaped objects, causing them men to all let go of their toys. "Now now, Didn't your mother ever tell you to be careful? Those things could hurt someone!" She said, mocking them. "And who are you supposed to be?" Alyssa looked at her finely manicured hand, and smiled sweetly. "Remember my name, you'll be begging me for mercy later." Rose looked at the men, the top part of her face covered by a white mask. "I am Vendetta Rose, and you three have some bad luck....." The men all sneered, and they looked her up and down. "A pretty little princess playing hero... Come on boys, let's show her she's-" A swift kick, and Alyssa planted her high heel straight in his face, sending him down dor the count. "Now, who else wants to play?" The men seemed taken aback, and then looked at her, just before she smasked their heads together. In the distance, sirens were blaring. "Well welll. It seems our time together is short. I bid you farewell, gentlemen." With that, she turned away, walking down the alley, her cape fluttering behind her. With any luck, they'd wake up with headaches, nothing more, aand a possibly a broken nose. Alyssa grasped the grappeller, and shot upwards, to land on the rooftop. Off in the distance, she could see.... something Staring at her from a few rooftops away. It had a MASSIVE form, and looked rather like a hybrid tiger mixed with human. The wind blew, her cape fluttering in front of her, her hair billowing. It stared at her with golden eyes, which seemed to almost glow in the moonlit night. Suddenly, it moved, running on the rooftops far quicker than anything she had ever seen. And what ever it is, it was coming right for her. She braced herself, and then, nothing. With a heavy thud, it landed on the rooftop, and stopped, and it seemed to look her up and down, sniffing the air, catching her scent. "I know you..." It growled. It flashed sharp teeth, in a rather unassuring smile. It reared up onto its hind legs, and Alyssa saw it wasn't human at all, though it was obviously male. "Were-creature..." Alyssa said. "I'd often thought things like you were nothing more than scary stories meant to frighten small children... and the moon isn't full, either, how do appear as such before me?" "I'm real, and trust me, my claws would prove themselves well enough. Besides, that full moon thing is nothing more than a fairy tale." "So, are you here to attack me?" "Why would I do something like that? You've never wronged me, and to my knowledge, you haven't commited any crimes. I could hear what you were doing in that alleyway. I was coming over to handle it myself.... But you wound up there first. So, I just listened." The creature pointed at its ears. "These come in handy far more than I'd like them to." "Who are you?" "Well, Which name would you llike to know? I go by two. There is the name I let people know when I assume this form. For now, you may call me Tiger." "And I am Vendetta Rose." "I know better, madam Miliardo." At Alyssa's widened eyes, the creature pointed at his nose. "Sensitive. We met earlier today... How was the wine?" Alyssa now smiled, knowing she hadn't found an enemy. "Well, I was about to retire for the night. Would you care to join me for a glass of said wine?" "I'd be delighted. After you, miss Rose.

Rose had miandered around, exploring the confines of the Sky cleaner. Soon enough, she came upon the commotion in the Garage. "Do you have this under control?" Everyone turned to look at her, Duo wiping blood from herself. "Yes, we're all well enough, Thanks, though." Duo continued to hold a rag onto her bleeding wound. "Please, allow me to help." Rose reached up, and held the rag in place. On observing it, she sighed, and smiled. "Miss Duo, I think you are down one less peice in your wardrobe." "Yeah yeah.... not like I don't have enough." Rose smiled wider. "Of course." Rose held the pressure on the red stained shirt, and soon enough let go of it, allowing it to fall to the floor. "And your verdict is?" Duo looked to Rose expectantly, her eyebrow raised. "You'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. However, I would rather you take it easy for a few hours. I would much like you to make sure you don't have a concussion, even if the wound is only on your cheek." Duo rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine, Rose. Thanks for your concern, But I tghink you're adept enough to realize humans are stubborn creatures." "Right you are, Miss Duo. Now, when is the voyage leaving?" Archie looked at Rose, rather surprised she had been so blunt. "I don't know, Rose. But, I promise you can go with us. Just be careful when we do, alright? You weren't built for the conditions and hazards we're gonna face." Rose bowed her head. "I thank you for your utmost kinfdly concern, Mister Archie, but I'll be fine."

[I][COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]"Dude. Let's go steal Roy Mustang's Grandma's wig." "Why?" "Cuz I want it. Besides, there's an expired TGIF coupon in it." "Dude... SWEET! Let's do it![/COLOR][/I] [COLOR="Red"]"So, Saio, what are we going to do today?" "The same thing we do everyday, Marty. Try to take over the world!"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]"WIG MONSTER????? HOW THE HELL DID YOU TURN THAT INTO A MONSTER?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Yellow"]"Wait, you can do what in the toilet?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkGreen"]"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT EXPLOSIO?N FROM?!"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkOrange"]Why is there a secret lab under the Shoppe? Cuz. Cuz why? Dude... your labs are everyfuckingwhere.[/COLOR] These are a few exerpts from the 'Epic' story of the Cheesecake Shoppe. Wanna come play with us? Then come on in. I promise, you'll love our fails. Name: Race: (you can be anything you want) Occupation: (again, anything you want) Appearence: (have an epic desription) History: (this is the only serious part of your character. Trust me, we'll be quite kooky....Expect a variety of 'strange' weapons....

Here's an interesting story.... Name: May Windsfeild Age: 16 Gender: female Appearence: [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/May.jpg[/IMG] Personality: Bright and fun loving, she loves a good old fashioned no holds barred fight, even though she's a clutz can't ever seem to not fall on her face. She's energetic out the wahzoo, and often, people fear for their lives because destruction and mayhem seem to have a tendancy to follow her where ever she goes.... Weapons: She weilds an anchor as her main weapon, and then several throwing daggers inside her coat. Background: She's an odd one, using an anchor from an unknown ship as her main weapon. And while it's so heavy, she makes it look easy to weild. She comes from a pirate guild, aand they were all wiped out, and by what she'll never tell, while on an 'epic' quest for something in the golden sea.

Rose was standing at the end of the hall and had over heard everything. When the old man turned around, he had a look of disbeleif, he hadn't yet seen her since she had been woken up. "Oh, my, where did you come from?" "I've been asleep for a long time in one of the storage rooms. Sir.... Are you going to look for the key?" "Yes, I am. The people here will all die if we don't find it.... And time is running out for all of us." Rose looked down, and clutched her brooch. "May I come with?" "A little scrap like you?" Rose nodded. "Yes... I don't doubt your abilities to handle yourself, however, I am older than most people think. I can use older communication devices, and other various means and objects. I can be useful.... And being an...." Rose searched for a kind word, trying not to call him 'old', "Experienced gentleman like yourself, it wouldn't place such a burden on yourself." The old man laughed. "You're too kind, little lady. You can call me an old man, it doesn't bother me. My name is Archemedies, though people call me Archie. And What's yours?" "I am Rose. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Archie." Rose courtsied, and smiled. "May I please come with? I wouldn't be a bother, I promise!" Rosse clutched her brooch once more. "I... I also remember a lot of the world before the war.... I might be able to help guide you anywhere you like."

Alyssa heard the loud boom from her standing point in the nearby park. She stood up, looking at the smoke. She began to run, her high heels clacking on the concrete. She gasped in horror on coming onto the scene of devastation. "Oh god...." she cried, and immediately rushed over to comfort some small children crying, not knowing where their parents were. "Shush now, it's okay... I'm sure your mommy and daddy are okay..." The children nodded, their tears drying. "Come on, let's go find them..." "A big furry thing saved us! He was pretty! He looked like a tiger! But with people hands!" "Oh? If you see him again you'll have to thank him..." Alyssa smiled warmly, and then there were cameras in her face. "Miss Miliardo! Were you invoved in the accident?" A news crew was zooming in on her, and she sheilded the children from the limelight. A young, barefoot boy walked over, and shoved his way through the mob of cameras and spotlights. "Jesus Christ, she was in an accident! The last thing she needs is you people! DAVE! I SAID PUT THAT DAMN CAMERA AWAY!" The boy ushered the crowd, and Alyssa couldn't help but notice how ferocious he was. He crossed his arms, and whipped his head around to look at a woman who was running at the children. "MOMMY!" two of them cried, and all of the kids went running to the woman. "If you people want some footage, then shoot that!" The boy said, pointing. As much as Alyssa was thankful to be out of the spotlight, she was also happy the children were reunited with their mother. "Miss... um...." the boy started, not sure what to call her, and Alyssa was surprised he didn't know her name. "Whatever your name is..... let's go before they focus back on you." "Good idea..." The two ran away, the boy pulling out a cell phone and daialing a number. "Hey, I need a pick up on the corner of Broadway and Staten. Be there in thirty seconds. I know you're nearby somewhere." The two ran to a block away, just as a red BMW pulled up to the curb. The two piled in, and then they took off. Alyssa sighed in releif, sitting back into the seat.

Rose walked the halls, observing all she saw. There were a great many humans aboard, far more than when she had gone to sleep. Julian explained to her all that was going on in the world, and she learned quite a bit. "So, the war is over, but the Key was never found? How sad for humanity...The human species must be dying out....How tragic...." Rose looked rather sad, if she could shed tears she probably would have. "Truely, I wish I knew where the Key was, I could be of more help then..." "Hey, don't worry about it... we have people searching for it. I think the people here are going to make a group just for that purpose." "Oh?" Rose smiled, and clapped her hands. "I would so love to be a part of that expedition! I wouldn't take up any supplies, and I beleive that if there are any kind of older communication devices I can use them!" Julian smiled, this little scrap acted just like a human little girl. "I have some people I'd like you to meet, Rose." "More people?" How splendid!" Rose turned, and began to walk with a bit of a spring in her step. Julian led her to the makeshift infirmary, and he opened the door. "Hey Duo, what's up?" "Hey, Julian. Some of out best and brightest got some burns.... and Dolly has blood poisoning. Julian walked over to the little girl, and placed his hand on hers. "Hey, sweetie. How ya feeling?" "Better..." she mumbled, she had broken out in a cold sweat. Rose spoke now, drawing attention to herself. "Excuse me, may I be of any assistance?" This simple phrase brought wide eyed stares to her. They looked her up and down, confused as to where she came from. "I am Rose. May I inquire as to your names?" "Graham, a pleasure to meet you, little lady." "Duo.... I've never seen you before, Rose. Did they find you outside?" Rose shook her head. "No, I've been asleep for a great deal of years in one of the storage rooms. Julian found me and woke me." A little girl came bound over, and began to poke Rose, examining her. "So you're a Scrap?" "If that is the term for a machine, then yes." "You're really pretty...A little dirty.... but really pretty." "Well, when I was built, I was a child's toy. But, that was a great number of years ago.In this day and age, I might be able to serve a different purpose." "I'm Maya, it's nice to meet you!" Rose smiled back, and nodded. "Likewise." Rose turned to a heavy thudding and clanging noise. She turned to see a gargantuan Scrap coming down the hall. She took a step back, frightened if onlt for a moment. It came closer, and stopped. "OKAY?" it asked, pointing at the man sitting on the bed, guesturing at his burns. "Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, Heat, there's another Scrap on board." He pointed to Rose, and the Scrap's eye rotated to look at her. There was a moment, both of them looking at one another. Rose's eye began to glow, as data was beginning to be transfered between the two scraps. She took a sudden breath with realization, and lifted her hands into the air, as Heat bent down. Rose touched his head, and spoke. "You're just like me..." "SAME...SAME...SAME" The large scrap said, his eye glowing too. Several moments went by, as data was transfered between them. Then, it was over. Heat stood up, and Rose cocked her head. Heat spoke. "CONFUSION." "As am I...I'm.... not sure what just happened...." Rose leaned her head onto her raised hand, and closed her eye. ""Rose? Are you okay?" Maya asked, taking Rose's other hand. Rose nodded, and smiled. "I just don't understand what happened, Maya. I'm fine. I apologize if I had you worried." "Okay...." Rose smiled."I am a child's toy, would you like to go play somewhere? Perhaps we can have a tea party?" Rose courtsied, showing off her dress. "I am already dressed for it...." Heat simply stood there, and watched Rose. Maya turned, and smiled. "Did you want to come to tea with us?" "YES. PLEASE." Maya grabbed onto one of Heat's claws, and Rose's hand. "Come on! Let's go!"

The gears whirred into silence, and she sat up, straightening her back. Slowly, she opened her eye, as her other slowly focused. She focused on the man in front of her. She began to run a background check on all her parts, and began to speak, her voice sounding extremely young and yet quite mature for someone who looked so much like a child. "Hello. May I ask where I am?" She cocked her head, observing the rather muscular man in front of her. "You're aboard the sky cleaner...." "Truely? Is the war over? Has the sun come out from behind the perpetual winter clouds?" "No...." Rose looked down, at her brooch. Raising her hand to it, she sighed. "I see.. so the Key was never found?" "No.... do you know where it is?" "No.... I must apologize I cannot be of more assistance..." Rose suddenly shot up, looking alarmed. "Oh, dear me, I'm sorry, where are my manners?! My name is Rose. And may I ask yours?" "Julian. It's no problem... Um.... I don't really know what to do with you right now... It was kind of an accident you were woken up." "I'm afraid I won't wind down for another few days, should I choose that route to travel. Slowly, Rose stood, her shooes letting out faint taps as they touched the floor. "Please, allow me to go see how the world has changed." Julian stepped aside, and the little scrap made her way past, and ventured down the hall, Julian on her heels.

Name: Rose Age: Unknown Appearence: She is a pretty life sized doll, though her face is all that remains of her once flawless skin. She wears an ancient hand made victorian-style dress that's a deep red hue with many dark green ruffles, all of it now faded and dirty. Her head still looks like the doll she was designed to be, with rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes, though one of them has shattered, revealing her robotic eye underneath.Her hair is a lovely shade of blue, hanging in loose curls around her face and over her exposed inhuman eye. She wears a ruffled headband, the many decorations that once made her so pretty are now tattered or gone. Her arms and legs are yet another story, as her psudo-skin has fallen off, revealing her now dull under skin and ball joints. As such, the remanents of elegant white gloves and tights are quite visible. She truly is a vision of desecrated beauty, standing in at 4'7" and weighing only 84.7 lbs. Purpose: Originally a child's toy, or so she says. Personality: She is a quiet and sweet, always ready to take orders or be asked for advice. She speaks as if she has seen many years, belying her rather trusseled appearence, leaving people to wonder just how old she is. Yet, she speaks and acts as if she was designed for much more than being an ordinary child's toy, leading some to suspect that she was much more in her time, possibly more so built to be a companion. Background: Being the dainty figure she is, she was turned 'off' and left aboard the Skycleaner ages ago, and has been sitting in one of the storage rooms, collecting dust and cobwebs. No one is sure exactly where she came from or how old she is, but no one has bothered to turn her 'on' and ask. Instead, they poke and prod her, remarking at how pretty she is for something so old and fragile. Why is she searching: She searches because it seems the sun will make everyone happy once more.

so when does this thing finally start? I wanna play with my new character! :animesmil

Name: Alyssa Miliardo Superhero name: Vendetta Rose Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearence: In costume: She wears an elegant feminine tuxedo, formfitting and black in color, with the trimmings done in blood red, complete with a top hat and cape. She wears high heeled boots to go along with the ensemble. Out of costume: Her long flowing locks of burgundy curls are always getting in her way. She's a beauty queen super model by day, so she always dresses the part. Personality: While she can be serious, her actions are always rather whimsical. She can keep her commitments, but seldom is her private life 'routine' in any way shape or form. Her arch enemies are those who would steal beauty or destroy it, as art is her first and foremost passion. Powers: She has no powers Weapons/ gagets: She packs within the inner pockets of her tux a grappel gun, smoke bombs, 'calling cards' and various other devices. She also carried a cane which extends and is made of an unknown substance. Character bio: She's a priveledged girl, but feels there is still something missing in her life, and only by helping others as Vendetta Rose does she feel her life is fufilled. Never before in her life has she been more happy than she is now.

Name: Kairi Jones Age: 16 Occupation: student Personality: A pretty girl, she loves to sing, and she holds much reverence and a prodigy of her town. Bright and cheerful, she has a heart of gold, and would risk everything to protect her freinds and family. Knowing that the local legend is her only clue, she's giving everything she's got, or else the entire town will be gone by morning, if in deed it ever comes.

Oh yeah... we'z all dat and a bag of chips....

Ah well.... looks like we're fighting... DUNAN BETTER BE IMMUNE TO POISONS AND COME SAVE OUR ASSES!

Anya sat, her head swimming still. She knew that the psionic fucktard was down stairs, but she wanted to wait until she had sobered up before she went picking a fight. Dunan was still sleeping, and Dawner had left to find that plant. Anya wasn't too thrilled with the fact that the guy pursuing her was just downstairs. However, why wasn't he attacking? Anya stoodwhen Cali emerged from the shower, and got in herself. The hot water felt wonderful on her skin, although she wished she had actual arms and legs to feel even more of the sensation. "Why would he want me? What did I do to him?" Anya searched her memories, looking for anything that possibly would be of use to know who was looking for her. However, she couldn't. So, she simply showered, sobering up some. Anya go out of the shower, and dressed in her usual clothes, once again looking like a school girl. She pulled on her leather gloves, covering her metallic hands. Her new limbs were more streamlined, looking more like real limbs than ever before. She could hold her own against anything, but this guy put her off. She didn't know what kind of power he had. She wasn't all that interested in finding out, either. However, the thought of fighting him...... It was a real turn on. But, this guy had already tracked her to this hotel, and he would probably track her down any where in the world. Karyn was already moving about, antsy. "Karyn.... what's wrong?" "I... must have led him here..." "Who cares?" Anya said. "He's obviously after me. Who knows what he'd do to get to me. The problem is that power of his....." "He.... used it on me. He... he was looking into my head.. those eyes of his... they got some kind of power...." "Ah... a weakness. Karyn, did he hurt you?" Karyn looked down. "No..... not exactly." "Fine. He did something to you.... and your clan, I'm assuming?" "Yeah...." Karyn was looking rather ashamed. "Then we go down and beat his head in. No one fucks with my friends." Karyn stood up, smiling. "Alright.. Think he can face off against us two? Should we get the others?" "Dawner is gone... Dunan's sleeping....Cali? Wanna go beat some asshole to a pulp?" Anya pulled p her black leggings, covering her legs. Standing, she let her skirt cover the remainder. Cali shrugged her shoulders. "It sounds like.. fun..." "Good god, Cali... Lighten up." Anya leaned over. "I don't think Dean would want to see you like this.... Let's see a smile!" Cali looked away. "I.... have forgotten how to smile......" "Well, a little ass whooping might cure that. Let's have us girls show that psycho stalker what's what." Anya turned, and proceeded to the doors, the other two right behind her. On finally entering the lobby Karyn pointed out the young boy to Anya. Anya looked him over, he didn't look like much of a fighter, but he also had those powers.... He was wearing an overcoat, and it looked as if it concealed a number of things. On looking at his coat, she could tiny glimmers, almost like sparkles. "Needles....So, he's a master of poisons, too? He's just got all kinds of nifty little tricks..." "Well, how about you go introduce yourself? I'm kind of liking the aspect of a fight..." Cali said, her face still blank, except for a tiny trace of a smile on her lips. "I think I will." Anya walked over, the boy was still looking rather cross. He looked up when Anya blocked his light. She held her hand up to her face, examining her gloved hands. "I hear you've been looking for me. Well, here I am." She made a 'hmph' sound, refusing to look anywhere near his face. "What do you want? Start talking, or the three of us are going to rip you a new asshole."

Well, what with CERTAIN PEOPLE after Anya, We might have to go about running away somewhere.

Anya now pulled up to the encampment, and got out of the cab. She nodded her thanks and continued on towards the pyramids. She had felt Dean from here... but there were no more messages coming from the ankh. She was now worried. "Man... I wish Dunan was here." She muttered. "He'd know what to do..." Then she smiled. "Bah, he'd be doing the same thing." Anya walked on, heading ever closer to the Pyramids. But, something caught her eye. A tomb that had been discovered recently was..... leaking. Looking closer at it from a distance, she could see that it was oozing black liquids from the entrance. From that black gunk she could feel the presence of sheer and unwavering evil. She crossed her arms, unsure what to do. She removed the ankh from her pocket, and held it to her mouth. "Dunan... Dawner.... Are you there? I'm near the Pyramids in Egypt.... Dean was close by. There's a tomb that's looking like it's gushing out black stuff. I don't know what it is, but I think it's where Dean was last." Dunan's voice came through loud and clear to Anya, and it was a relief to hear from him. "Anya? Is that you?" "No, dumbass. It's the Queen of England. Yeah, it's me. Think I should-" Suddenly, the fluid began to congregate, and then it began to seal off the entrance to the tomb. Soon enough, the face of the cliff looked like all of the rest of them. "ANYA! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" "Yeah, I'm fine. The tomb... it's no more. So much for that aspect...." "Anya, it's time to get the Band back together. I suggest we meet up." "Mn? Why? I can look for other leads as to what might be going on." This time, Dawner's voice cam through. "Come on, Anya. We're safer in numbers. We need to meet up. We have a better chance of survival if we do." "Alright.... Where are you two?" "We're in Cairo. We were coming to get you before we went looking for this..... plant thing Dawner needs to find." Dunan sounded like he wasn't all that enthusiastic about trekking for a plant in a desert. "Fine. Meet me at the bar across from the Cairo Museum in an hour. " "Fine. We'll be there." An hour passed, and Anya made it back to the bar with plenty of time to spare. She sat down at a table, and the waitress smiled. Anya was a regular here, and able to drink anyone under the table who challenged her. Thanks to the fact that Anya now dressed more like a school girl now, they all thought she was easy pickings. That, and she was a champ at arm wrestling. No one knew how she could possibly be winning against all of the usually much bigger and burlier men (and a few women) but they all rooted for her anyway when she showed up. "What Can I get for you, sweetie?" "The strngest poison you got...what else?" The woman laughed, and produced a bottle of some rather frighteningly colored liquor. Anya popped opened the bottle and took a gigantic swig. "Ah, yummy." "You and your booze." the woman laughed. "Oh, by the way, Burber was in here earlier. He.... ah.. was looking for you." "That punk? God, when is he going to give up? I already told him no..." "Never. He was in here with a few of his 'buddies' and I don't think he wants to exchange pleasantries this time." "Well, well, well. If it isn't Anya.. the girl champ." said a voice from behind the two of the girls. Anya turned. There was Burber, and he was indeed with a few of his buddies. "Can you go away? I'm too busy to deal with you right now, ass wipe." "You're coming home with me, wether you like it or not." "You know, for someone who looks like they got beaten with an ugly stick, you sure are cocky. Fine, come on. Try to take me home." Anya took a drink of her booze again, and smiled. "You heard me." Burber tried to grab Anya, planting his hand on her shoulder, gripping it hard. "There's no need to fight, You can't take all of us on. Now, be a good girl and come with us." Anya responds with grasping the poor bastards had, squeezing it with her gloved hand. Bones began to snap, leaving him in agonizing pain. "I said no, you fucking ass hole. It's men like you that make me want to be a lesbian." Anya lifted up her leg, and landed a blow where the sun doesn't shine on Barber. Then for good measure, she flipped him over her, slamming him down onto his backside. "Is this obvious enough of an answer? Leave me the hell alone or next time I won't just break your hand." "You can't do that to him!" Said one of his cronies, and he started to charge her, when an arm covered in black leather wrapped around his nck and yanked him away. "Dunan! So nice to see you!" Anya chortled, while Dawner appeared behind the other one and more or les one shotted him in the balls before whirling around to plant a kick to send the bastard into a wall. "I see you're as violent as ever... Just once I'd like to walk into a bar and not have you start a brawl." Dawner quipped. "Yeah, well, keep dreaming, blood sucker." Anya then took another drink from her bottle, bringing it down to half-empty. Holding i out, she offered Dunan a drink. "Want some?" Dunan still held the last one by the throat. With his free hand, he took the bottle and took a swig. "Blegh.... this crap again?" He stuck his tongue out, making a face at the taste. "Hey! Don't knock it! It's great for knocking you out on your ass!" "Hm. Really? Let's see...." Dunan let the man go, and brought the bottle down hard onto his head, shattering it. He slumped, falling back onto his back side. "Hey, you're right!" Dunan smirked. Anya looked down at the three unconcious men. "Not exactly what I meant..... but it works....."

[quote name='chibi-master']That's not it. He PMed the reason to me... Not tellin' you, though!:p[/QUOTE] damn en youz! bah.. i guess i'll find out sooner or later. Time to post!

Yeah.. um... what is your character's fixation on anya? I read your bio, and if you think she's your sister, then the story for her makes no sense. Anya was 18 in the last band rpg. As such, couldn't be your sister, she's much older now. Anya also had artificial limbs because of a train accident when she was a little girl. um.... I'm sorry if i'm jumping to conclusions.. but i want to make those facts clear none the less.

Anya pulled the ankh from her pocket, the one she had been given so many years ago when she had just become a member of the Band. The words came to her, clear as crystal. However, with it came a sense of being clawed at. She knew who she was feeling. "DEAN?! DEAN!" She cried, clutching at the ankh, praying she would hear something else. Slowly, she stopped trembling. She had felt where the psychic reverberations were coming from, and they were strong. They had come from the Valley of the Kings. For the feeling to be so strong, it had to have been close. Anya took a deep breath, and walked outside into the stifling evening air. Anya already knew it was far too late for Dean. She held back tears as she walked, her new limbs aiding her quite readily. Anya held up the ankh once more, but nothing came to her. "Oh, Dean...." Being that the message had come with sensory input as well, she had not felt Dean die. But, there was nothing left of the feeling she had gotten before. What had happened to him? Where was he now? Anya hailed a taxi mule, and she handed the man six gold pieces. "Take me to the Hawthorne River archeological encampment." "Right away, ma'am."

LET'S PLAY! Name: Anya Romanov Age: 28 Personality: A crash and bash type of person, she may seem to most as loud and crude, but she's extraordinarily intellectual. She's a good enough natured person, but she loves to fight. She's envious of Dawner, having obtained the one person she wants. However, she doesn't hold it against him, but that doesn't stop her from teasing Dawner for it. Weapons: Taking on the same stance that Dunan has, she doesn't carry many weapons, save for a small pistol she carries under her dress at all times. Her mechanical limbs have been up graded nicely, Dawner having imbued them with the power to fling fireballs like bullets. S.O.T.P.T.Y. She's left the sanctuary of Dunan's night club, wanting to make her own way through life. Dunan had given her quite a sum of money, and she's used it to travel the world over. She now resides in Cairo, Egypt, working as an archeologist. She loves her work, and often gets distracted when the occult rears its ugly head. Being who she is, she can't turn her back on the supernatural occurences going on, stirred up by some unknown force, as if it reacting to something going on elsewhere in the world. Appearence: [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/457463rhhcfk0w4i.jpg[/IMG]

Inuyasha and i would like to apologize for being absent... there's been alot of drama, and he almost died the other day. he's okay, but really up to doing much. Send him lots of ims to make him feel better.:catgirl: Anya peered out over the wooded areas around the mansion. IT was a nice place, almost overtly done to make people feel at home. But then again, looking on, many of the people here had no where else to go. Anya sighed. She was once like almost everyone here. She herself was more machine than human. As such, she was both, and yet neither. Anya stood up from the pavillion, and began to walk inside. Maybe Dunan wasn't busy