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I'm not really sure what you're doing here, but maybe more of an explanation would be good, and reposting this in the auditions sub-forum.

i see people haven't posted in awhile. So... whare does everyone want to go? the nine hells? or to Lossouls?

hmph. I think this might be good. Name: Miss Demeanor Age: What, think I'd tell you? Vehicle: Vicious Intent Vehicle History/Qualities: Whiplash was stolen from a local nightclub, and Miss Demeanor was the one who bought it afterward. Special:Chain whips- Whiplash unleashes all of the nasty surprises hidden within it, including several chain link whips with blades attached to ends. Vehicle Image: [IMG]http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee157/iukekini1414/Sports%20Cars/porsche-911-turbo-thumb.jpg[/IMG] Background: Miss Demeanor has quite the reputation, though not one you'd think normal of a dominatrix. Mystery surrounds her, though it's known she possesses a certain demonic flair. Character Quote: [COLOR="Magenta"]I like my cars like I like I am with my clientele, expensive.Victory in this contest will be a peice of cake, and of course I'll be taking all the glory for this one. Calypso hasn't seen anything yet. By the time I'm done with this contest, fire's going to be his best freind.[/COLOR]

If I was stranded on a deserted island then I's want Triella from Gunslinger Girl with me. Then I know I'd be found, especially with all the technology they put into her body...

This anime was just introduced to me through someone we all know and love, the infamous Inuyasha Fandom. This anime.... it's so messed up I don't know where to begin. And it brought me, the bad *** that I awesomely am, to tears several times because it's so sad and I felt horrible for those poor girls. Anyone else have any thoughts on it? Can anyone tell me who these girls are? Or what's up with Claes? [spoiler]Did her handler die? Were her memories erased when he died? Is Triella Josse's sister?[/spoiler] So many questions.... think anyone can answer them or pose new questions for thought? [FONT="Microsoft Sans Serif"][SIZE="1"]ExcelExcel, I have merged your thread with the official [I]Gunslinger Girl [/I]thread that we already have. If you wish to post a thread dedicated to a specific series, please make use of the [URL="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=38208"][U]Anime Central Thread Directory[/U][/URL] in the future. In addition, please use spoiler tags in regards to potential spoilery material, as not everyone has seen or completed the series. ~ [B]Sangome[/B][/SIZE][/FONT]

I vote for Excel Saga. Too bad it's not up there...

Oh, I know. *does the repeated stabbing of her wooden mannequin.* IT'S FUN TO BE EVIL AND GET AWAY WITH NASTY THINGS!

poor baby...... now gimme a smile! OR I'LL FORCE YOU TO EAT CHEESECAKES IN HELL!

Inu's computer is down now too. He won't be able to post for some time, most likely a week. I should be able to get some things done in his absence, and he'll remain well informed. So, as long as this stays alive, it doesn't matter. Let's keep it alive, even if it's only a post once every few days.

But, alas, the hopes of the twins would be forsaken. They had taken off rather in a hurried manner, making Hope suspicious. What were those two hiding? What secrets might be lurinking behind those identical faces? Hope pushed foreward, her head hidden beneathe a cloak they had bought for her first thing on entering the city. Hope and her allies managed to find their way to the large art gallery and museum. Barceilies was of course well renowned for the beauty of its many buildings and precious artworks. On findling the building, Hope marveled at the pristine white walls and massive, elegant picture windows. Unsure of what else to do besides marvel, Hope walked inside, along with Attakiru, Shorkel, and Louise. Louise was in complete awe of the beautiful paintings and sculptures, as was Hope and Shnorkel. Attakiru looked on at the various treasures, and held in his own opinions. "Welcome, children." Their heads whirled to the voice, and saw an old female elf. She was beautiful, even for her obvious age. "You have come to see our collections?" Hope nodded. "Yes, madam. The artworks here are said to span over the ages, and many different art peices are here, each with it's own story. I thought perhaps we might become more enlightened about history by coming here." "You did, did you? I'm pleased to see such youth taking an interest. But, you have a special reason for being interested, don't you, My Lady?" Hope's eyes widened. "How...?" "Does it matter? Come come, the only thing that flows faster than blood are rumors. Surely, from the position you once held, you know that." Hope bowed her head. "No... I-" "There's no need for excuses. Here then, follow me and I will take you to what you seek. This peice has been oround for millenia." Stepping forward, Hope didn't understand what was going on. The old elf spoke again. "I am Crema. Once upon a time, I escaped from Metedies dominion. However, I am unsure he will come to reclaim me. I've been in hiding for quite sometime, milady. But, How is it you came to escape him?" "I am his daughter. And I will not rest until the Lord of Decipt is dead. My allies with me have aided me in a dark time of need, and so am I here now." "Ah. How good of you. Tell me, what does your mother think of all this?" Looking down, Hope blinked away her tears. "My mother is dead, and has been for years." "So she has departed, and has not seen this day. Very good, may she rest in peice." Hope nodded, and looked to a far wall. A large, massive portrait of two young children loomed in at her, their teal eyes staring back at her. [I]Lucas? Ayeika?[/I] Her eyes stared at the portrait as they walked by. "Can you tell me who these children are?" "Ah, those two? I'm sorry to say, but I can not. This portrait however was recently aquired from a ruin in the frozen wastes. It's amazing, the eternal cold had perfectly preserved all that was inside. But, all that was brought back was this single portrait. Something in the ruins awoke, and chased them out. Afterwards, the snow surrounding the area began to shift and move, hiding the castle from view." The old woman shrugged. "In all these years, I never thought I'd live to see relics of that long forggotten place. But, this is not why you came, is it?" Rounding a corner, they came to another portrait. "Father!" Hope breathed. "What do you know of him?" "The Lord Dalmasca? Nay, child. This is a portrait of a man named Vincent Deluve. Quite the pirate, really. It's said he had the favor of the goddess Bobileoop. With her at his backing, they were a merciless band of pirates. One always knew it was he behind an attack. Bodies would be strug from the various railings of a destroyed ship, a hollowed carcas of a vessel he had been responsible for." Turning one of her ancient eyes to the party, she smiled. "Recently, such a manner of destroying ships and the same signature has been seen again, in our time. The Pirate I have spoken of dupposedly died when his own ship came under seige over two hundred years ago. One can only guess who's behind it now."

allow another day or two. Inu suddenly has computer problems.... so he'll be on a few times a week, not all the time. He should be getting his computer fixed soon, though. DAMN YOU INTERNET CONTAGEIONS!

Well, Let's not be too hastly, CaNz. Let's find out more about our enemy.

Hope had given Lucas his suit coat, and wore nothing other than the charred rags. Ayeika approached her, removing a rather plain dress from the bag at her side. The bag seemed to radiate magic, though Hope could guess that the small bag was a bag of holding. "Hope, perhaps you might like to wear this rather than those things..." Hope took the dress, smiling and thanking her, then taking the boots Ayeika offered. It was, after all, better than what she was wearing. Continueing on, Hope found herself deep in thought. Just who were the twins? And the man from Akonyu? It was evident they seemed to share some kind of connection, though Hope wasn't sure how to go about asking about it. The twins seemed to be in their own little world, chatting excitedly now. Shnorkel was prancing about, excited. The little gnome moved around quickly, observing anything and everything, along with his monkey. Hope found herself hardened, however. She did not smile, though once she would have. Her expression was soft however, as she observed the gnome. Sighing, Hope looked forward, her eyes scanning the horizon. What was this power she had? Was it her demonic side? Hope could only assume so. But, contemplating such things wasn't exactly something she was used to. So many question she held, she felt so lost, though she didn't show it. Just who and what was she? Truely? Looking at her new allies, they all seemed to be happiness and smiles, despite their new predicament. [I]Such brave young people.... [/I]Hope thought, her hair billowing in the sudden breeze. [I]But they can leave anytime they wish... There is no escape for me.[/I] She looked away, now thinking on the twins. Just who were they? Their accents were faint, but audible. They had said they hailed from the northern lands... near the frozen wastes. Glancing to them, she could see their demeanor, it wasn't like any commoners she had ever seen. The female, Ayeika, commanded a regal presence, and her brother, Lucas, seemed to heed her every whim, though also commanded some air of respect and power as well. Yet, when they had spoken earlier to Attakiru, they had seemed sad, to the point of repentant. They seemed so young, and jovial, though their demeanor and personalities revealed to Hope they were far from innocent. Taking another look at the twins, she could see they were laughing and smiling, and playing with Shnorkel as they walked. Smiling to herself, she continued to walk. They walked the majority of the day, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Come dusk, it was time to camp. They each began their own routines, Lucas sitting by himself, thinking, while Ayeika began to entertain them all with songs and dance. Her outfit shifted into another, this one an entertainer's outfit, complete with bells and jingly things. Attakiru went about collecting firewood, and Hope simply enjoyed the company.Shnorlel went hunting, and soon ehough had fetched their dinner for the evening. As the night progressed, they each began to fall asleep, exhausted from the day. Attakiru held watch, and then Shnorkel. The night passed with out incident, though morning came far too soon for them. Heading out, they each prepared for the day, knowing they had a lot of work to do when they reached Barceiles, which was yet another day's journey.

"Yes, I've been breifed. You have a little Zerg problem?" The youthful person before her smiled, and began walking. Dizzy couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, even with her artificial specialties. "Forgive me for asking, but are you male or female?" "Male, officially. But its fun to confuse people, and those who make the mistake of underestimating me pay quite dearly. I already plan on serving the Zerg who tried to kill me a nice, healthy helping of pain." "It seems we have a bit in common. I'm for some reason a target as well." The boy only smiled. "Well, would you like to help me sniff one out? I read your files earlier when I found out you would be coming to the base." He looked her up and down, and shrugged. "Nice body, for someone who's old enough to be my mother." Dizzy furrowed her brow. "Mother? Just how old are you?" Dizzy was intrigued by this man, and not just because of his dress. "I'll leave it you to guess. But, We have more pressing needs to address. The zerg who tried to kill me is still at large. I know his face, but it's still rather hard to just sniff him out or look at military records to spot him." "Being as old as I am, I've picked up on Zerg behavior." "So have I. But, come, let's eat something." Following the boy in front of her, Dizzy couldn't help but like him. Obviously, he wasn't human. Looking him up and down, the tell tale signs were all but obvious, aside from the pretty golden color of his eyes and the short though claw-like nails. On reaching the cafeteria, they sat down after getting some food. "So, You're a Xebirth, right?" Dizzy inquired,m though already knew the answer. "Getting that just from observing me? Yes, I am. I'm the killer kitty." He smiled, and bit into the cheeseburger he had gotten. "Perhaps us being in the open will allow the Zerg to... get ideas." "You think he'll want to challenge us?" "Of course. Zerg are rather proud, and can't tolerate any kind of critisim, at least from those like us. We are, after all, human." "Or something like it." Dizzy bit into her own sandwich, a pork tenderloin. She savored the taste, thankful that she had such a sense. The tenderloin was good, very good. "Anyway, what's your idea?" she said, after swallowing. "Simple. We call him out." His eyes darted to their left, and he nodded in that direction. "Him." "Oh? It appears you were right." Glancing over, she too could see that the man in question was checking them out, though was trying to be sneaky about it. Judging from his demeanor, behavior, and appearence, he was indeed a Zerg. Standing up, she walked over to a podium, and tapped on the mic. "Excuse me, may I have your attention?" The hum drum of the room stopped, and all eyes were on her. "I am Major Katrina Rogers. I am here to investigate the earlier bombing here on the base, as it is suspected that the coward who placed the bomb was indeed a Zerg." She paused, and Saio smirked at her, nodding. The Zerg was looking rather angry. "The Zerg, we beleive, has been masqurading as a naval officer, as we all know they are too handicapped and foolish to try to get higher up in the chain of command. This of course, has been proven with several incidents. Let's give them a bit of a sympathy applause for their meager, and redundant efforts." She laughed, andseveral others began to clap as well. The Zerg by this point was making his way to Dizzy, and Saio on his trail. "We also know the Zerg is here in this room." The clapping instantly stopped, and people began to look around to one another. The Zerg's eyes were focused solely on her, though he had stopped as well. "But, it's no matter, of course he's too retarded and stupid to even think of taking me on." There was suddely a "HAI!" And the Zerg went flying forward, smashing into the podium. Dizzy had been staning behind. Saio was right behind where the Zerg had been standing, his leg still raised in the air. "That was for messing up my hair." The Zerg managed to jump up before Dizzy delivered a kick of her own, this one dropping her leg through the wooden floor, causing peices of wood and other such building materials and debiris up into the air. Saio sauntered over, and picked up the Zerg, only to deliver a bitch smack from hell. The Zerg went flying again, though this time not as far. However, he managed to get his bearings, and there was am intrusive grating sound as he used a transformed arm to dig his glaws into the wooden floor to stop. "It seems you discovered who I am, swine. I'll teach you to bad mouth my people..." Letting out a gutteral roar, the Zerg began to transform. "OUT! EVERYONE OUT NOW!" Saio screamed, and the troops began to run away and out of the room, leaving only Dizzy and Saio. The Zerg, now fully transformed, charged at Dizzy, his monstrous claws simed directly for her torso. "I don't think so, bub." Bending over backwards, Dizzy placed her hands on the floor and swung her body up to deliver a devastating kick to the Zerg's jaw. A black and white blurr zipped across her feild of vision as she brought her feet back down to the floor, and the Zerg sailed over head into a far wall. Now taking a look, she could see that Saio had fully transformed himself, and grown quite a bit. He was massive, and perfect for the role of kicking some Zerg ass. Or tail. Whichever. "Well, talk about a change... Nice coat." Dizzy remarked, and the now monstrous Saio bared his teeth in what she assumed was his attempt at a smile. "Thanks." He growled, his voice much deeper now. Looking over at the Zerg now removing itself from the wall, he cocked his head. "Looks like we might want to take this one alive." "I was thinking that... But do you know how to take it down with out killing it?" Saio shrugged. "Uh.... no...." "Then I guess we make do!"

Yes, by all means. POST THEN DAMN IT!

Dizzy lied on the table, back upwards as the older doctor peered around her insides. "Let's have a look under the hood, so to speak." "As long as you don't fondle things you shouldn't, we're good." The doctor fiddled around, before sealing her skin back up around her circuits and electronics and machinery. Her body was organic in origin, hence why she still had to eat, even though her organs were all completely artificial. "All done. You're in perfect working order." Sitting up with her arm over her breasts, she then smiled. "Of course, these ladies are a bit... of a problem sometimes. This bit extra up top... I don't know how I can fight sometimes." "Well, think of it this way. All the men around you pay more attention to you because of those." Snorting, she turned around and pulled a freshly pressed shirt on. Buttoning it up, she stood. "Whatever you say." Finally dressed, she straightened out her skirt as the intercom on the wall buzzed. "Major Rogers?" "Yes, this is she. What can I do for you?" "New orders. You're to be reassigned temporarilly to another military instalation. You are to aide a Xebirth in finding and eliminating a Zerg before he is terminated." Looking to her right, she peered at the face looking back at her. "Terminated?" "Yes. He is a target. At the moment, we are unable to ascertain the Zerg's current location, or if it is operating alone or in conjunction with another. There's also spectulation of-" Groaning, Dizzy lifted her hand to her face. "And you suspect I'm a target as well?" "Yes, ma'am. Your helicopter leaves in thirty minutes." Turning to her old friend, Dizzy smiled. "Well, its off to locations exotic." "You be careful, Dizzy." Smirking, Dizzy replied, "I usually am."

Ah, I see. This should be interesting.

I punked final fantasy, over an over. I've played 1, 2, 6, 7, 8 (my fave) 9, 10, 10-2, tactics, and 12. I did not beat 2, 6, or 12. But, I love the final fantasy games. They rock. However. I DESPISED the battle system in 12. I wanted to strangle the creators. Hopefully, 13 will redeam the FF series.

Can you tell me who's next on the agenda to be collected?

The periods seem to flow by, and doon enough, the end of third period sounded. Arriving at the rooftop, Tahlia spotted Rayne waiting for her. "We have three minutes to get to class. This better be quick, and I better not get exscuses." Rayne leaned against the fence, looking at his cell phone. "Time's ticking." Tahlia sighed. "I don't know what up with the one who looks like me. I think... we're sisters." "Sisters?" Rayne moved torwards her. "If that might be the case, then we can't let down our guard, and we can't rely on the fact she might not In this life, we don't have such luxuries. However, you may approach her. I doubt they'd do anything stupid on school grounds." "Yes, but what if we have to fight her? What if she's like me with doubts about who she is?" "We'll know when the time comes."

Yes, quite interesting. I look forward to seeing the characters develop. Well,I hope you look forward to Hope's future. And, you don't HAVE to swear loyalty to Her. Obligations, duties, those are allowed to come first. Yes. She's of the lawful alignment. And Evil. And Half Demon. However, she's far more mortal than one would think.

Major Katrina 'Dizzy' Rogers looked across the men settled in front of her. Each was at attention, each was paying attention to only her. She looked human, and her body flawless, Her curves were voluptuous, even in her military uniform. Yet, she commanded an air of respect and dignity with a twist of compassion. Many who knew her personally knew too well her passionate side was often behind her professional side. She truly cared for her troops and those she trained to do battle against the evils they would face. "You here today are the best of the best. The weakest have been stripped from your ranks. Only the strongest of you here at the academy stand before me, ready to do battle against the Zerg at a moment's notice. History, I am well assured with the determination you have shown and the strengths you each possess, will not repeat itself. However, before you graduate, there is but one final order I will give." Her blue eyes surveyed the men and women before her, looking to their faces what could be one last time. "Don't get killed. That is all. You are dismissed." She turned away, and marched into the nearby military building, passing the troops on her right. Each was now saluting her, and gave a cry together. "Yes, ma'am!" On entering the building, she sighed, and slammed her fist into the wall. "Damn it all..." Dust sifted through the air, paired with a disturbing cracking sound. Removing her fist from the concrete wall, she walked away, leaving the wall cracked around a deep indentation. She entered the cafeteria, and sat down, looking at her fist. The elaborate wires and machinery in her hand were a remarkable thing, though now her pain sensors were rocketing the particular sensation up and down her arm. Sighing, she turned the signal off, and observed the damage. Snorting, she placed her hand down on the table. There was no damage... Her body was truly an astounding pinnacle of robotic engineering and prosthetics technology. Of course, she knew very well that because of her body, she could never even simply enjoy a swim, she was far too heavy. There were many such things she could never do, because of her body. However, when it came to combat, she was the best in the business. She could take far more punishment than any normal flash and blood soldier, and her strength compared to most was unsurpassed. Those who could keep up with her were the Shifters, and other such people like her. The recent event with the Zerg woman showing herself in a conference...Dizzy had missed it. Dizzy always had a thing for fighting, it was usually alot of fun for her, though her seemingly innocent exterior belied quite a bit about her abilities being a machine. Case and point, one of the young men who had failed her exams came angrily up to her at that point, and pointed one of the military brand guns issued to them, a small, .97 millimeter Barreta. It was a pathetic gun, compared to what she had to deal with. However, at the same time, a well enough placed shot to her temple would kill her, despite all of her bodily abilities. "My dear Corporal Rennington. What a pleasure it is too see you." She straightened her back, and brought her nose into the air, holding her cool, even though the man wanted nothing more than to see her crumble at the moment. "Shove your high and mighty bullshit. Why wasn't I up there? Why didn't I get that order? I was perfect for this job!" "That is precisely why. I honestly believe people like you hold no place on the battlefield." She turned then, her eyes glowing faintly as she mentally initiated combat mode. Her muscles... she could feel them grow tighter, as adrenaline - both artificial as well as her own- filled her systems. "I also believe you aren't exactly with us.... If you know what I mean..." She smiled, standing. "I've been fighting for a very long time. Far longer than before you were born, child. And I've picked up on a few things. One, you wouldn't have deliberately went for a desk job, other than to prove you were human. Zerg can pass themselves off as one of us, remember? We humans aren't completely stupid , you know. We defeated your kind before in the last war. I watched as the remaining vessels ran away in fear of us, after a long, and grueling battle. I will give credit where credit is due, however. You were quite the opponent." She giggled again, and smiled. "Tell me, did you really think I couldn't see the difference? I'm eighty years old, you know." She reached out and grasped the man's gun. Realizing only now, she'd hypnotized him with her eyes. And not by using some kind of power or technology . It was her eyes alone that cast that spell. paired with her voice. It rang of power, authority, and wisdom from seemingly belong her apparent years. Grinning sadistically, she bent the barrel of the gun to the right, crushing all Chase the gun would ever have of being able to be used. Yanking it away from him, she brought her knee into the man's chest, and it was quite satisfactory to hear the faint crack of bones. Mere fractures, really. Nothing like the kick she could deliver wouldn't do that minimal amount of damage to flesh and blood humans, as the man appeared. And she'd held back. Though not willingly. Her combat limiter was still in effect. She could have kicked a bit harder, but with the limiter in place, that would be her best. Thanks to her hacking skills, she'd figured out a way to lift her limiter. No other person like her was allowed to have such a.... 'flaw.' The man went flying, slamming hard into a wall and falling down onto a cafeteria table. "Oh dear. It seems you've lost your weapon. What shall you fight me with?" "You.... bitch." The man stood, and Dizzy cocked her head, and held up the gun. "Sorry about your toy. But, you know what they say, boys and their toys. And such a dangerous one, too." She crushed the gun, with her bare hands. Her gloves detected some heat on the other side, and compensated. The gun, now beyond repair, fell to the ground in pieces, letting out very light, metallic [I]PINGS![/I]. "Shall we end the child's play? I would most appreciate it." "I'll kill you... you bitch!" He whipped himself into a frenzy, and Dizzy could see the transformation taking place. Sighing, she couldn't help but feel sad. "Our time has to end... But, it has been fun." Now, fully transformed, the Zerg attacking, slamming his fist into her and sending her rocketing through the thin, cheap looking wall, breaking a nearby window with the force. She landed hard, digging a path into the dirt, dust kicking up all around. The Zerg began to laugh, thinking he had killed her. But, when the dust cleared, it was revealed only that he had gotten her dirty. Charging again, he suddenly froze in his tracks, realizing she wasn't moving. He was cautious, though now it was too late for the poor bastard. Snapping her fingers, her arm unfolded, revealing the compact short range missile launcher in her arm. There were three visible. Her military jacket's sleeve was now ruined, hanging in tatters around her elbow. The launcher protruded from her wrist, and now was pointed at the Zerg. "Thank you, now I don't have to worry about more damage. EAT SHIT AND DIE!" She shot off a missile, and it launched straight into the beast, lodging into his abdomen. Instantly, the bomb within it went off, and blew the poor bastard to hell. "So, you're still the Gung Ho Granny, I see." Turning around, Dizzy smiled, her arm reverting back to the usual form it took. "Dizzy, it's been far too long." The voice belonged to an older man, a top scientist for the military. "Russo, good to see you." Dizzy replied. "I think I might be able to help get you out of your doldrums. How about a tune up?" "For you, of course. Your hands are the best ones for the job. After all, you did build this body for me. And let me tell you..." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder at the clean-up that had yet to get under way, and grinned. "Held up like a charm."

*bows* Let's play.:devil: This should be fun... Robobitch is on the loose!

Was my character as mostly being a machine okay? If so, Inu has a few ideas about some integral weapons he wants to use....

Hope groaned, and stirred from her sleep. Opening her eyes, she could see many people. They were all looking to her now, though Hope didn't notice the weapons in their hands. Her skin... it was whole! Her burns were gone, and she felt no pain at all. The charred rags of clothing still clung to her body, but she was alive! Looking around, she ran her hands along her body, feeling herself to make sure it wasn't some kind of dream. A young man with blonde hair and a stunningly well made suit kneeled beside her. "Are you alright, milady?" In a flash, all of her memories came rushing back to her, and she began to tremble. He placed his tailored coat upon her shoulders, hiding her naked flesh from the eyes of those who would behold it. Tremblling, she spoke. "My father.... is a devil...." She began to sob uncontrolably. "Michelo...Michelo!" She clenched fisy, growing angry as she delved into her sorrow. "He took him! My father!" Another young man came over to her, he obviously concerned. "Who took who? Hope sobbed again, and spoke. "My love.... my father took him..." She stood, her anger rising within her. Suddenly, she collapsed downward, her shoulders sloping down as she stood again, her demeanor changed as she was consumed by her vengeance. Her voice was changed, ringing out and filled with hatred. Indeed, her voice sounded as if her father would hear it even on another plane entirely. [I][B]"Hear me, Metedies, Hope is dead. I have taken her place! And I will not rest until I have destroyed you!"[/B][/I] Hope's eyes, a beautiful blue, faded to a solid white, and let off her own brand of power. As she spoke, she splayed her fingers, as if to conjure forth her demonic powers. Her hand pulsed with a pale blue almost white energy, it looking to be almost flame-like. She turned to her new allies, and pointed to Attakiru. "You wished to collect vengeance upon my father? You'll have to take a place behind me." She clenched her fist, and her power blinked out. Her eyes however, didn't return to normal. Instead, they remained milk white as she surveyed her new allies. "Walk with me, or be against me. It matters not. I will slay my Father and free the soul of my beloved Michelo. The choice is yours."