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[gam]

((*is intimidated by mega-long posts* o.O' I'm am stuck in terrible writer's block! DX))

Dradogo I am so with you. ._. Hugeness. I'm going to wait till a few other people post Yeah, whatever, maybe I am just being lazy :P

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( Lol my writing isn't that big. It'll get smaller as the RP progresses. But for now, I'm trying to be as detailed as possible. ))

[Iilyda]

(( Just a note - The character that was to be played by Pandora Hearts has been taken down. She dropped out.
Okay Blanche :'3 But we should stop hating on our posts ._. Myself included.
And this city needs a name. Anyone, anyone?

Aha, there. A post for my human. :'3 Thrust into danger.
In the mountains, near(ish) to the Demon Hunters :'D Help? ))

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In my past, bittersweet;
There's no love between the sheet
Taste the blood, broken dreams

"Would you please stop changing the station?" A voice begged from the drivers side of a much too old truck, the makers name scratched out from rocks and rust on the outside. Who knows what had gotten it from the dash. There was a faint line left in the dashboard, an f? Ford, maybe. It was like a dump on wheels, whatever it was, and looked like a rusted version of the living dead. If you weren't distracted by the trash bags hanging from the side of it, you might applaud its lasting will to live, when it looked like it did.

"Your hands should be on the wheel." Or whatever was left of the semi-circle. "Let me worry about this." The answering voice didn't sound amused, or as helpful as the words might suggest. An angry undertone rested in his vocals, something the driver must not have noticed for his hand was back on the radio knob. "Knock it off." The sounds of the fading stations mixed with each other, one hand turning it one way while the other back. It was an annoying buzzing sound until finally the system stuttered, leaving both boys in silence. Neither had anything to say to the other for a long while.

"If you had just-"

"Shut up."

Emery Knight, being stuck as the passenger in the pair's going on six hour drive was quite unimpressed by his drivers attitude. He didn't even know the guy, but with a smile and a sweet promise he had been able to sign himself up as passenger for the stranger's monthly trip to British Columbia. Speaking of which, the guy was beginning to send him hopeful glances. Emery sunk down into the torn leather seat, eyes cast to the mountains that were coming ever closer. Maybe he should have jumped in with the trash out back. Adjusting himself so he was pretty much facing the door, Emery went about admiring the Rockies. He'd never been so close to them. Sure his little country home there in Alberta had granted him viewing, but they were always only pale blue figures against the sky. They were driving so close now that he was forced to crane his neck to see the tops, covered in white snow year round. So close...

"Why're you coming all the way out here anyways?" His driver finally managed to speak up again, even worse he was smiling like he had something to do with it too. Emery kept his mouth shut with no plans of telling him, or anyone for that matter. Not anyone so clueless anyways. Most of the regular humans were nowadays, keeping their noses out of everyone's business but their own. Mr. Hopeful seemed to take the hint though, and fell silent again. No, Emery wasn't interested in sharing his plans with just anyone. Where he was going, well, he had little idea himself. 'Somewhere in the Rockies' he'd been told countless times. A place where people gathered that actually did something about the Demon walking their earth. Emery clenched his teeth at the thought of the creatures, setting their unholy feet on what was not theirs. And how they meddled with the human race...

"Stop here." Emery spat. Hell, he didn't even know where they were but did that matter when he didn't know where he was going? Eager to comply, the guy in the seat next to him pulled over on the side of the road, nestling the truck near the trees. Emery was about to thank him when he started undoing his seat belt too. With a disgusted look his way, Em climbed out of the bucket of rust, slamming the door behind him. A bad idea because he almost swore he heard the hinges give from the force. There was a muffled shout of surprise from the inside of the vehicle and just as Emery had made up his mind to ignore it, it was cut off and replaced by someone screaming bloody murder. Much to his own surprise, it was enough to get him to turn around.

Hunched over the truck, now dumped on its side and crushed was a Demon. Covered in black and blue feathers, hiding behind a wooden mask resembling the face of a raven. And in its curled, nearly meter long beak was the nameless driver, hanging lifeless and torn upside down. Did he deserve it? In Emery's mind, yes. Was he enough to fill that giant? No, definitely not.

Lonely times indeed

{Has no one answered this yet...? And as for city names: Windark? Indycul? Myford? XD They have random generators for this sort of thing. Here's a link for one: http://nine.frenchboys.net/country.php}

Zeng Joshua Ironside

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.

Just as Joshua turned the key in the mechanical chickadee's back a third time, sending it winging into the air, one of the watches on his sister's wrist began to go berserk. Fizza gave a little jump, her feet falling back to the floor as she glanced down at the gadget-watch that had begun to tick and vibrate savagely, shaking her entire arm. It was of a simpler design; bulky but regular, it had a large, black clock face and an additional two sets of hands. Joshua had yet to figure out its purpose.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked, but Widget was already jumping to her feet, knocking a few loose scraps off the table nearby in her haste. She began searching through the clutter of her little inventing room frantically, pocketing a few devices quicker than Joshua could recognize them.

"Demon," was all she'd say. "And close." Picking up her Witrino 2000 - a small bronze handgun entirely made out of hydraulic pistons and steel parts - Fizza was already flying through the door, disappearing down the tunnels at a speed that had Joshua sprinting to keep up.

"Demon...?" he panted, fighting to catch up with his sister. Widget luckily understood the unfinished question.

"It's the watch," she answered, ducking up a flight of rotten wooden steps. "I've made it to freak out whenever demon energies are around."

"How'd you manage that?" They were still descending the winding staircase, the planks groaning loudly as the two thundered their way up. This far into the tunnels, shadows clung to the ceiling and walls, and the headlight Widget had wrapped around her head like a hairband only provided so much light. Joshua always got a little fearful, climbing these steps. They were perfectly unsound, making them likely to snap underfoot at any moment. Fizza didn't seem quite so affected.

"It's a mishmash of electronic and clockwork," she explained, reaching the top of the steps and slamming through the wooden door at its top landing. They were on the top tier of the tunnels now, making their way to the surface. Joshua stepped carefully, avoiding slippery spots as he raced forward. "So when demons get close - close enough to interrupt electric pulses at least - the wires short out because their in such close range," Widget continued. "And the other hands work like a compass to locate the disrupting demon's location."

"Why haven't you spoken of this before?" Joshua demanded, his tone going hard, as Fizza came to a stop in the midst of one of the tunnels, fumbling in the dim for grip on the rung of the ladder that climbed up the cave's side.

"You never asked," Widget replied flippantly as she ascended, pausing at the top to work open the latch that held the exit closed. With a bang of metal, she shoved the door aside, grey light spilling over them as that section of the tunnel's ceiling opened up into the night air. A buzz of nocturnal insects greeted the two as they clambered out of the tunnels, finally having reached the surface. They were still above sea level, no doubt, but this was the Rockies after all. This was about as level as it got.

They were surrounded by forest, the trees tilted slightly downhill. Joshua turned in a circle, inspecting their surroundings. The trees were thick and their canopies dense, making visibility this late into the night scarce. Widget was more concerned with the watch on her wrist, which was continuing to tremble spasmodically.

"This way," she said, and starting off up the increasing incline behind them without waiting for her brother's reply.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.

{This is the Witrino 2000: http://dudelol.com/DO-NOT-HOTLINK-IMAGE ... k-Girl.jpg

Not sure what I want it to fire yet. XD But the Ironside orphans are coming to Emery's rescue. Gosh, but don't I feel like I've contributed such an incompetent post. 3X Anyone have a charrie who'd like to RP with my Key Bearer?}

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

(( Oh! Oooh~! I like that one! Windark.
This sad little city is hereby dubbed Windark~
And no, to answer your question. :B ))

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From ashes to ashes,
Look at the burning masses;
beautifully disastrous

That stink...Demon were pooling into the ally way, three of them Obelisk could smell. Yet only one was a big enough threat to bother with. Shaking its blurred, red vision, the demon tore through the streets, causing craters to push into the cement with every bounding leap. Claws slipped easily into the man-made ground, until the squirming behind of a demon could be seen, squeezed into the ally. Saliva pooled around Obelisk's jaws, pouring thick onto the streets as he stormed nearer. Weak. Pushing its way forward, Obelisk ripped through the demon, taking half of it with him as he pulled it from its trapped place. Blood gushed from either end, stirring a hunger but that was not the one he'd come looking for. Spinning on his massive feet, Obelisk turned back to the ally, staring darkly at the key bearer that sat atop the roof.

A pact; the thing to be hated most. Their kinds were never meant to mix. Fire lifted from the Demon's feet, eating away at the rain as he moved. Blood had splattered across his chest from the much weaker, foolish demon, falling slowly as the rain pelted the huge creature. "You hold the key." He hissed, picking up speed to launch himself at the girl on the building. Wherever the other demon hid, Obelisk cared nothing for. What he wanted to end was the mixing of demon and human.

A monstrous cry lifted from its plated jaws, just as it kicked off from the flooded streets. Claws extended forwards, waiting to tear through the building that shadowed the ally. Without holding back, Obelisk slammed his massive form into the side of the building, shaking it from its place in the earth. Claws slipped and scratched away at the brick, tearing away at the structure as he reached for the girl.

From ashes of sin I rise

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In my past, bittersweet;
There's no love between the sheet
Taste the blood, broken dreams

A string of curses cascaded from Emery's tongue, masked with a sudden panic that stripped him of any previous annoyance. His feet kicked off from the grass, even when his mind had hesitated, struck by fear. A painful screeching followed him as he ran, and a shadow was cast over his form, disappearing moments before the broken truck hit the ground in front of him. More curses. Emery slammed into the truck, winded but he continued to run, more concerned with his life than whatever broken bones he may have earned from the impact.

Trees. Emery targeted the masses, hoping to evade by having the demon slowed by their clutters. Why was he even here? The reason was quickly slipping away with ever gust of wind caused by the demon's giant wings. Searching he told himself. But for what? Someone who would stand against these unholy creatures? At the moment, it didn't seem possible. Emery slipped into the thickening trees, heaving as he pressed himself against the uneven face of a tree's trunk. The sounds of flight had disappeared, had he lost it? Standing still allowed for a much more detailed inspection of his bruising chest. A broken rib? Probably. He pressed a hand to his side, where it hurt the most, only to double over in unbridled pain. And then that screeching again...It was smaller though, quieter and contained. Emery lifted his head, looking past his bangs sticky with sweat, resting his eyes on a small figure hiding in the branches of a tree across from him. Hiding its face was a wooden mask, looking just like a raven.

"You're kidding me!" Emery shouted, a bad idea when he was definitely broken in there. The demon had shrunk, and it sat rustling its feathers in a tree, watching him, or maybe simply sensing him behind that mask. Biting at the inside of his cheek, Em got to his feet again, sliding across the tree to the other side...where the demon faced him again from the other side. It was easy to say that Emery's first and only thought at that moment was that he was dead. Or so close to death that it really didn't matter if he ran or not. By the hands of a demon, that was not how he'd imagined it.

Lonely times indeed

[gam]

[ Yayy~Welcome to Windark~
Prepare for fail post involving no muse.Going out on a limb here and making Eblis wander ]

"Why now?" Eblis sighed as a tear opened near her. Her front feet were neatly crossed, and she lay on the edge of a treacherous cliff in the demon world, looking more like a regal lion than a demoness. Calmly she got to her sharp-clawed feet, leaping and jumping through the tear. She was bored as...well, hell. Going out on an 'adventure' could keep her in line, she supposed. She landed in a serene part of the earth, by a worn down sign that read "Welcome to Windark". With an amused smile she turned on a dime and galloped into a forest that was nearby. She never was a necessarily aggressive demon, to be truthful. She had an icy heart, of course, but tended to be a more mellow sort of demon, not getting mad easily. She showed empathy to most things and was normally easygoing. Her countless piercings jingled as she walked, in the thick shelter of the trees. A negative aura still reached her--Obelisk, to be exact. And she recognized it, too. "Him?" she sighed, wondering why he was here. To savage the place with terror? Probably. Did it sound like fun? Dumb question.
Of course it did.

[Clavicle]

Adelaide would have done something, had she been able to do anything at all, if she actually had the time to comprehend what happened after the disgusting monster proved to be as stupid as it looked.

She remembered watching as it struggled, trapped between the two buildings. She remembered her demon crawling back into her arms, where it seemed to be most of the time. And she remembered someone, a girl no older than her appearing above her on the building, and with a demon, no less. Adelaide didn't know how she could tell that there was a demon there, since it was quite invisible, or whatever demons did to hide from humans. But wether it was her own demon jumping up and down on her shoulder, clicking -as she had come to call that weird language it used- incessantly at the girl's demon or some sort of sixth sense, she didn't know, nor did she care.

Why? Because before she could answer the girl's question that sixth sense "detected“ another demon, although Adelaide thought that the point was moot, since this demon was quite visible, and tearing into the large oaf that had previously been chasing her. It didn't look particularly happy. So the hunter turned into the prey, and lots of blood was splattered everywhere. Neither Adelaide or her demon were spared, as they were quite close to the carnage. Such was life. She watched, disgusted, as the blood pooled around her, and decided that life was quite... troublesome.

She nearly screamed, again, as the new arrival lunged at the wall, looking quite murderous. Well, that was the expression that Adelaide was able to identify on this demon, even if every demon she met looked like it had a murderous expression to her, barring those that lacked any kind of facial features. Even then, though, you could practically feel their blood thirst radiating off of them. Maybe that was what actually alerted her to their presence, and not some so called sixth sense...

But, back to the problem at hand. And it was quite a big problem, and therefore she was supposed to be paying attention to it. She sucked in a lot of air and held it as she scrambled to get as far away from the angry beast as she could. Somewhere, a less concerned, or sane, for that matter, part of her thought that it sort of felt like she was trying to swallow her tongue, which was rather unpleasant. The demon in her arms was still talking in that weird language, and again, that less sane part wondered how a hatchling even knew how to speak at all, different language or not. She was brought out of her musings, a scream finally ripping itself from her throat as the demon slammed into the wall of the building that the girl, newly identified as a key bearer, was standing on.

It wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience, to be near such a large creature slamming all of its body weight into anything, especially what you were almost leaning against. In fact, it felt like a small earthquake had hit the town! Or the little alley, at least. And that wasn't really exaggerating, as Adelaide was also close to the demon that was causing said quake. Honestly, the first time she saw her demon, she didn't think that its kind could come even remotely close to what she was witnessing. Of course, she didn't know then that her demon was a newborn, either.

Speaking of which, the aforementioned newborn had stopped clicking, and was desperately trying to drag her away from the mess. Adelaide, suitably terrified, didn't particularly feel like moving, nor did she feel like wading through the bigger mess that were the demon guts that were blocking their escape route. Oh. And it was still raining quite heavily, and it did nothing to wash the blood away. Maybe demon blood was resistant to water, huh? She grabbed one of the demon's underdeveloped wings and yanked it back before it got itself hurt, deciding that it was something like mixing water and oil.

Either way, theories on demon blood aside, the angry demon that was after the key bearer, from what Adelaide could piece together, didn't seem to be paying attention to them at all. The only thing they could do was sit tight, and wait for the whole ordeal to be over. In her opinion, at least.

[Iilyda]

{Ahhh. So much to read. X3 After the whole introduction bit of this RP, I'm going to keep my posts as short as possible.}

Fizza "Widget" Ironside

~Hooked into machine~
I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places

Widget had come to a stop somewhere in the middle of the woods, tapping the face of her watch agitatedly. Her face was screwed up in frustration, and Joshua was standing to one side, looking terribly edgy.

"It still broke?" he called over to her, fingering the bronze hilted dagger he had belted at his hip. It wasn't his, but Fizza's, though he'd hardly had a choice in weaponry - his sister had taken off before Joshua had gotten the chance to grab his own means of defense. This dagger was designed so that the blade would retract into the hilt at the press of a button strategically placed at the tip of its pommel. Joshua was making a habit of pressing the button again and again, so that the blade continuously slide in and out of its compact sheath with an audible snick. It was beginning to fray Fizza's nerves.

"Yes," she quipped, digging into her right breast pocket for one of her screwdrivers, pulling a fistful of small gears out in the process. Fizza had only gotten this far before the watch shorted out in earnest, the six hands spinning in all directions. She lowered the screwdriver into the niche meant to reset it. Apparently it still had some kinks to work out. "And could you - "

Widget's request fell dead to a screech that ricocheted off the trees, rebounding and rebounding again until she swore she was hearing not one, but many vociferous cries. Fizza froze, one hand still tightened around her screwdriver, the other gripping the handgun by her side. She waited a beat before speaking again.

"It must be close," she told Joshua, peering into the nightlit woods as if she expected to see the demon somewhere nearby. "That must be why the watch shorted..." But when Fizza turned around to face Joshua, he wasn't there. Turning around in a small circle, there was absolutely no indication of the other Ironside orphan having ever been present.

"I'm going to kill him," Widget growled.

And I'm upgraded daily
All my wires without traces~Hooked into machine~

Zeng Joshua Ironside

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.

Out in the bushes, not far from where Emery lay crouched at the base of his tree, a catcall rang out, sounding just as perverse in nature as the demon to which it spoke to. It came from the west, low to the ground. A silence descended immediately following. And then a streak of gold went whizzing through the air, as blurred as a stroke of lightning, flying in destination towards the tree the demon perched in, angled to strike the center of its masked face.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.

Laqueta Myra Stillman

~Servatis a periculum~
::Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear::

Laqueta was aware of Whisper carrying on, ranting about her disloyalty, her incompetence. She just tuned her out. It wasn' worth listening to.

Instead, letting the demoness trail after her, Laqueta moved away from the crumbled concrete window she had been staring over, making her way further back into her squat. This part of Windark was nicknamed the Tombs for a reason. It was a graveyard of old buildings, ancient establishments long ago allowed to fall into ruin. She'd been haunting this section of the city for years now. By now, Laqueta had found herself a permanent place to squat, and no other homeless persons came to claim it. Not even when she was away. Laqueta had built herself a nest in this abandoned apartment complex, and she wasn't prepared to leave.

The room she occupied was grey, cold, dingy. There was a bed of mottled blankets laying in one corner, a cardboard box of toiletries, cosmetics, and an extra change of clothes wedged in beside it. A fire pit, in the center of the floor, where a great depression had by some means been bashed in, and a greasy pan which sat cold in its heart. Otherwise, Laqueta had adorned her home with little treasures. Like a magpie, she adored the collecting of little things. Especially shiny things. Silver coins, glass bottles, paper clips, bits of quartz or even smooth rocks all littered her living space, scattered in what appeared to be quite a random order. But Laqueta knew their places. She took comfort in picking each one up and placing it back down as she ambled to her cot. Whisper followed not far behind, still raving.

Laqueta knelt in front of her cardboard box, bent and soft with mildew, and thrust her arms in elbow-deep. When they emerged, she brought out a small and polished wooden box, placing it on the floor in front of her knees. She ran her fingers over the dark glossy surface of it, wiping at a speck of dirt with the corner of her sleeve, before opening the lid.

As it lifted, a small figure rose out of the box until it was standing perpendicular, and then began to turn. It was a Spanish dancer, with a broad skirt of scarlet red and a ruffled blouse, her arms held out on either side. The head was missing. But as the figurine spun round, a mechanical tune emerged, filling up the empty space of Laqueta's Tombs squat. And as she listened to the familiar but grieving lullaby, she found herself mouthing along:

"Duérmete mi niño, duérmete mi amor
Duérmete pedazo de mi corazón,
que tengo que hacer,
lavar tus pañales sentarme a coser
Ese niño quiere que lo duerma yo,
dormir en mis brazos y en mi corazón."

::She beckons me
Shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end::
~Servatis a maleficum~

{Joshua threw the knife, of course. Btw, do demons have any weaknesses? You know, like werewolves are weakened by silver?

Here's one version of Laqueta's lullabye: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0U5wxcyJug}

[belle.]

Very few people littered the street as the woman walked along, the hood of her black jacket pulled up hiding her dampened ringlets of messy brown hair. Her posture was impeccable; she was hardly the person you would expect to see tramping through the rain. Her footsteps seemed immensely loud in the hanging silence – this didn’t appear to bother her in the slightest. Picking up speed, the lady continued through the street, occasionally glancing over her shoulder as she slipped around the corner.

A small sigh of relief escaped Elle’s lips as she rounded the corner; her expression immediately lightening. She was now out of the rain, perhaps now she could concentrate on her destination rather than worrying herself over the dreadful weather. Ellie’s pace had decreased once in the shelter of the ally-way; she was now strolling along – her pace no-longer reflecting that of someone in a terrible rush. Elle pulled down her hood, running one hand through her hair as she slowed to a stop. Turning to her immediate right, Ellie raised her left hand, gently rapping on the door than stood before her. It took only a few seconds for the woman to appear, her bitter face becoming some-what sweet when she saw Ellie standing there.

“Ah, Ellie!” The woman exclaimed in a rough Italian accent, joy ringing in her voice. “You’re late.” She added, her tone humorous, though her face reflected a stern expression; most definitely sarcasm. “I’m sorry, Stephania.” Ellie smiled, leaning over to give the woman a quick peck on the cheek. “The traffic was terrible, not to mention the weather.” Ellie added with a quick smile as she stepped inside the building and pulled the door shut behind her. Stephania smiled and nodded briefly before turning and walking down the corridor; Ellie followed closely though she phased out over the next few minutes.

“Here you are,” Stephania smiled, indicating a door to her immediate left. “It’s not much, but it’s all I could spare at such short notice.” She explained, looking to Elle for approval. Ellie smiled gratefully, placing a small, pale hand on Stephania’s shoulder. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” Elle stated thankfully before her face straightened. “I need to get on. You don’t mind?” Elle asked, not wanting to seem particularly rude. “Of course not,” Stephania smiled, nodding her head before trudging off again, “Thank you again!” Ellie called after the woman as she watched her disappear around the corner.

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

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In my past, bittersweet;
There's no love between the sheet
Taste the blood, broken dreams

The sound of giant wing beats fluttered around the trees, blurring with the cries of the black feathered demon. Its wings lifted, growing with its body as it snapped the branch of the tree it was perched in. They lifted as if it were about to take off, but they were frozen in the air, something had stopped the giant creature. Lodged in the center of its mask was a knife, nestled between the painted eyes. In a slow, sick sounding movement the mask fell away from the demon, hanging from its face from thin, fleshy strings. In truth, there was no face hidden behind that mask, only the insides of a stunned giant.

Emery watched with disgust as it began to pull away at the mask, tossing it aside as those bloody strings had been snapped away. It looked like a huge, headless raven, standing with wings extended at the base of the broken tree. It seemed to be mid-death, but no, of course it wasn't finished yet. Just as Emery pushed to his feet again black and blue feathers erupted from the open wound of the demon, and as they fell they began to form some other shadowed beast. Not wanting to stick around and wait for whatever it was to spawn, Emery skirted his tree again, rushing to get away. The difficulty to do so was even more this time around, as his breath didn't seem to want to stay long, and with every step it seemed to be getting darker.

To the road. He told himself, but he didn't exactly know where the road had gone in the darkened forest. Much less did he know what he was going to do once he got there. People took the mountain passes much to fast, and with such small, winding roads he might as well lay flat on his back on them, waiting for the next vehicle to pass. With a strained sigh he realized there was also the matter of whatever had struck down that demon, and if it planned to do just the same with him. It might have been a bit of an understatement, but he'd much rather be back in the truck with whatever that guy's name was. Not wanting to stop anytime soon, despite the growing pain in his chest, Emery pushed on at a quickly slowing pace, leaning a hand on almost every he came by, steadying himself as he ran.

Lonely times indeed

(( I s'pose they would. Though I'm thinking different weaknesses for different demon, if they did. ))

[Rose.]

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At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are never coming home

A soft, flickering candle illuminated Ebony’s pale face, sending ghostly shadows across her flawless skin. The girls’ dark eyes were set on an ancient sword of a sort that was rested carefully in one of her slender hands. A small exasperated sigh parted her plush lips, sending a swirl of mist to form in the air before her as the heat from her lips mixed with the chilling atmosphere.

"I wonder..."

Ebony breathed the words extremely softly. Bringing the sword up, she brought it down instantly and ran it gently across the pale flesh of her palm. Not one trace of crimson liquid was to be seen anywhere after impact. Pursing her lips in disappointment, Ebony placed the sword on a beaten down table gingerly before moving into the darkness and approached a set of draws blindly. Running her fingers lightly across the iron handles, she hesitated over one and secured her grip around it. With a gentle tug, she forced it open and her other hand dove into it, pawing around momentarily before she brought out a rod of some sort of metal. Holding it securely in one hand, she shoved the draw shut and moved back towards the light that barely cast light over the sword that sat next to it.

Pausing in front of the candle and the sword, she picked up the sword and narrowed her dark eyes in concentration before forcing it against the metal rod, causing a few solitary sparks to fly out into the air as she brought it against it harshly once more. After repeating this process several more times, Ebony placed the rod against the barely standing table and inspected the sword as best she could in the limited light. A pleased smile set across her features as her dark eyes scanned over the blade. Pursing her lips, she angled the sword towards her outstretched palm and repeated her earlier process. This time, a thin line of crimson appeared on her palm, and a smirk placed over Ebony’s lips as she watched the blood pool slowly along the shallow cut. Ebony knew testing her swords like that was neither best, nor smartest process she could take, but nonetheless, she didn’t despise the pain in the least.

Sliding the sword into a prepared sheath that Ebony had sewed onto her belt, she yanked a small white cloth out of her back pocket of her tightly fitted jeans. Pressing the already blood-stained cloth against her fresh cut, she dabbed up the excess scarlet liquid before shoving the cloth back into her pocket. Running a hand through her dark chocolate brown hair, Ebony snatched some small daggers up and slid them into their separate sheaths before running her hand across all of their protruding handles.

Pleased with her weapons, Ebony reached out and lifted the candle to her lips and with one gentle blow, she extinguished the small flame and the room around her returned to complete darkness. Placing the candle back onto the table, she moved swiftly in the direction of the front door, managing to avoid any of the limited furnishings that were dotted in the few rooms of the house. When she reached the door, Ebony yanked her worn leather jacket off its hook that was nailed next to the wrecked door. Sliding the jacket onto herself, she shivered momentarily as the cool leather made contact with her skin.

Brushing some single strands of dark hair away from her eyes, Ebony pulled the door open and walked out into the cool night air, slamming the door behind her with extra force. Once she was sure the door was securely shut, Ebony darted down the cement steps that acted as a path to her door. The overgrown front yard resembled some sort of jungle in several ways, disguising the house as if no one vacated the falling apart wreck. An almost thoroughly rusting gate ran around the house’s perimeter, and after many failed attempts at trying to open the gate, Ebony had settled with leaping over it every time she entered and left the property.

After making her way over the gate and onto the barren street, Ebony was fully alert of her entire surroundings as she moved through several alley ways, her senses tuned in to pick up the slightest of movement anywhere near her. The girls’ hand constantly hovered over her daggers as she searched through the alleys, she was prepared for anything that could lunge out at her. Ebony moved quickly through the abandoned streets that out skirted the town of Windark that she was gradually heading towards; hoping to track down a demon lurking in the shadows.

And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me

{ I am not very happy with this at all. X; Fifteen minute fail, failed.
I had no idea at all what to write; and I have no idea what is happening with everyone else quite frankly~ v.v -goes to read all the previous posts from everyone- }