☼ Demon Hunters ☼ Destruction of Angels ☼

[LunaSoul]

~Yami Nesmtren~
Yami nodded as she listened. She recalled seeing Akuma with a pocketwatch at her throat and Lucinda having one in her hand. The first time they bumped into each other, which ended in a fight due to them annoying the heck out of her, Lucinda had pulled out a pocketwatch which had formed a small sphere that could go 'boom.' "I remember you two having strange pocketwatches." She said as she finished, "And I did wonder how you were capable of the magic. I had sensed you had some type of source to help you use it, but didn't think you had one of the thirteen pocket watches. But it worked out in the end with her, well, dieing then coming back huh? You came back too." She gave a small shrug, and moved out of the way as an Affected came lumbering down the hallway. "I don't think I remember your sister having her pocketwatch around her throat like she did at the school. Does she not have it anymore?"

[Placebo Effect]

...........................тнє gнσѕт σf lυcιnda cнance.
..............."I didn't come back completely," Lucinda muttered wistfully. She didn't bother to move out of the way when the Affected came, instead simply closing her eyes and letting it pass through her. She then opened her eyes and returned to the conversation as if nothing had happened. "It was destroyed. Though it should fix up and return to her very soon." Lucinda had wondered about the pocket watches slow revival, since once when she'd broken her own pocket watch it was back with her before the end of the day. She however assumed that it was only taking a while to show up because Akuma had died - therefore the pocket watch wouldn't belong to her anymore, but then Akuma had come back to life - so the pocket watch should belong to her since she didn't die... The pocket watch seemed to be caught within a paradox of not being able to reform until it's owner was decided.

тнє ραѕт ιѕ иσт αℓωαуѕ тσ вє яємємвєяє∂, ѕιи¢є ιт ιѕ тнє fυтυяє тнαт ¢συитѕ

[Placebo Effect]

((Haha, have fun with the tests. Sounds lots of fun! I just had coffeeeeeee! *bounces up and down*))

[Ylva Rane]

((Sorry I didn't come back on yesterday, but there was a sudden call for family time.))

.* Caia Grey *.

Caia jerked her head up as another shrill scream echoed through the hallways. "Well, they're panicking now, and people in a panic don't usually use their brains to think straight. Especially kids." Well, most kids. There were the few who could actually keep a cool head in a maniacal situation. Caia shook her head as Damien mentioned the infirmary. "The infirmary isn't very secluded, is it? But a bed for Trinity would be nice... how about her personal room? Or your room. Which ever one has a good supply of medicine and bandages, and the like."

.* I want to protect, so I will dirty my hands for you *.

.* Hakan Lure *.

No reply. Was there a possibility she did not transport it somewhere? If there was, Hakan didn't know what it was, and while he was normally fine about knowing or not knowing things, this situation was special. He needed to know, and he needed to know now. He didn't care what happened otherwise.

Hakan stood suddenly, grabbing an arm and a leg to limit the Pearce girl's mobility, and began to drag her across the rooftop. He would hang her off the side and threaten to drop her if she didn't comply. If that didn't work, Hakan would find some other method to get the information. There were many possibilities, and humans had so many breaking points.

.* There is nothing to be said, because there is nothing to be done *.

[Placebo Effect]

((No worries~ Family is important ))
...........................ร๏lเtย๔є. & тrιnιтy loυrd ĸane. & ∂aмιen ѕтave.
..............."Thank heavens the infirmary isn't secluded." He nodded listening to Caia's suggestions. "Trinity's room isn't far away..." He doubted Caia would consider it a personal room - it was all grey. However, he continued; "And because of all the trouble she gets into it thankfully had medical supplies. Why would I have medical supplies in my room anyway? It's not like I jump out of windows and fly around on dragons and get shot at. I'm the normal one." It took five seconds for Damien to break into a grin at that.

๔єรtгยςtเ๏ภ! ๔єคtђ! คภ๔ ђ๏гг๏г!
ѕнσυℓ∂ ωє ℓινє тσ єχρє¢тαтισиѕ - σя ѕнσυℓ∂ ωє fιgнт тσ вяєαк тнєм؟

ѕєєιиg мσяє нєαяιиg мσяє - ιѕ тнαт яєαℓℓу ℓινιиg мσяє؟

[Ylva Rane]

.* Caia Grey *.

Caia rolled her eyes, but couldn't resist smiling a little herself. "Yes, the normal one." Frankly, she thought he should have a ton of medicine in his room. He was, after all, the pacifist who jumps out of windows and flies around on dragons getting shot at. "I've never actually been to Trinity's room, so...you're going to have to tell me where to go."

.* I want to protect, so I will dirty my hands for you *.

[LunaSoul]

.* Hakan Lure *.

No reply. Was there a possibility she did not transport it somewhere? If there was, Hakan didn't know what it was, and while he was normally fine about knowing or not knowing things, this situation was special. He needed to know, and he needed to know now. He didn't care what happened otherwise.

Hakan stood suddenly, grabbing an arm and a leg to limit the Pearce girl's mobility, and began to drag her across the rooftop. He would hang her off the side and threaten to drop her if she didn't comply. If that didn't work, Hakan would find some other method to get the information. There were many possibilities, and humans had so many breaking points.

.* There is nothing to be said, because there is nothing to be done *.

...........................тнє gнσѕт σf lυcιnda cнance.
..............."I didn't come back completely," Lucinda muttered wistfully. She didn't bother to move out of the way when the Affected came, instead simply closing her eyes and letting it pass through her. She then opened her eyes and returned to the conversation as if nothing had happened. "It was destroyed. Though it should fix up and return to her very soon." Lucinda had wondered about the pocket watches slow revival, since once when she'd broken her own pocket watch it was back with her before the end of the day. She however assumed that it was only taking a while to show up because Akuma had died - therefore the pocket watch wouldn't belong to her anymore, but then Akuma had come back to life - so the pocket watch should belong to her since she didn't die... The pocket watch seemed to be caught within a paradox of not being able to reform until it's owner was decided.

тнє ραѕт ιѕ иσт αℓωαуѕ тσ вє яємємвєяє∂, ѕιи¢є ιт ιѕ тнє fυтυяє тнαт ¢συитѕ

(Let's see if I can post...)

~Kage Pearce~
A groan escaped Kage as he suddenly started dragging her across the roof. "Really? Dragging?" She grummbled, though she was glad he didn't grab her by her broken wrist. She would have been ticked if he had then. She didn't make a move to try and get away from him, she just let him drag her, her body going limp. She wasn't wasting her energy on that. She had his orb, and if he tried to do something, like kill her, she would be able to destroy it. She winced, the pain increasing slightly from being dragged. She focused on the pain, and pushed it away after a moment. She looked at her whip that was left behind, along with her shortsword. She cursed inwardly before turning her attention back to Hakan.

~Yami Nesmrten~
"Bet that also added to her anger." Yami muttered under her breath. "She seemed to be able to control her magic pretty well without a store and booster for it. She got tired real quick though, I noticed that." She paused, thinking to what she knew of the pocketwatches. "Destroyed... Akuma died... came back... wonder who the watch will go to huh?" She said it more of a statement as she straightened from leaning on her staff, "Anyway, would you like to join my on my lovely stroll through the halls occupied by Affected and screaming children?"

[Placebo Effect]

...........................ร๏lเtย๔є. & тrιnιтy loυrd ĸane. & ∂aмιen ѕтave.
..............."We need to back track a little." Damien pointed out the corridor they'd just passed and helped Caia move Trinity along it. The part of the school they headed into was the part that was out of bounds to students. It was the part of the school most of the damage had been in from Damien and Trinity's fight back when they were nineteen. Most of it had been repaired and Trinity had insisted she wanted a room in that part of the school when she'd begun teaching (Or pretending to teach anyway. Damien couldn't recall one lesson she's actually taught). They came to a stop in front of a door - room nineteen since that was the year Trinity had 'started her life fresh' she'd wanted that number on the door. Rooms one to eighteen didn't exist, it just went straight to nineteen. Damien took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door pushing it open to reveal room nineteen.

Trinity had never bothered decorating the place, so the walls and floor were in standard grey colors. There was a sofa, armchairs and a table in one corner of the room, also in drab and dreary colors. A bed surrounded by wardrobes and cabinets was in the corner opposite and there was a door leading off into the bathroom. On the other half of the room, was a place Trinity probably spent too much time in. It had been converted to a small training area, with a medical cabinet at one end. Everything, was standard grey and browns. There was nothing personal about the room - the only way you'd know it was Trinity's was if someone told you it was hers.

๔єรtгยςtเ๏ภ! ๔єคtђ! คภ๔ ђ๏гг๏г!
ѕнσυℓ∂ ωє ℓινє тσ єχρє¢тαтισиѕ - σя ѕнσυℓ∂ ωє fιgнт тσ вяєαк тнєм؟

ѕєєιиg мσяє нєαяιиg мσяє - ιѕ тнαт яєαℓℓу ℓινιиg мσяє؟

...........................тнє gнσѕт σf lυcιnda cнance.
..............."Paradox." Lucinda replied despite knowing Yami was simply talking to herself. She then shrugged and lifted up their hands since they were still holding each other's hands. "Well, I have to, unless I want to fade away and be invisible again." She yawned, "Though, as previously mentioned, being invisible has rather fun merits... Let's see if we can find someone to shout boo at!"

тнє ραѕт ιѕ иσт αℓωαуѕ тσ вє яємємвєяє∂, ѕιи¢є ιт ιѕ тнє fυтυяє тнαт ¢συитѕ

<<*Throws a party!* The poll is working again!>>

[Todd.]

((right...I'll just appear in hehe...))

.: Lars Ulrich :.
Lars had gotten away from everyone and at the moment was being followed by something he had no idea of what it was and neither he wanted to know it, he just kept running, a black wolf moving as fast a shadow. He soon reached the outside and was running to the gate, even though he was more then sure the gate would be locked.
"My happiness starts at their death."

[Placebo Effect]

((Lol, you can talk to Jackson if you like? Mainly cause I wanna annoy him with Risky for a bit. XD (Check front page under my charries if you wanna know who Risky is)))
...........................jacĸѕon eмory & яιѕку мι∂мσσи.
..............."Seriously? You're calling me childish?" It seemed that Jackson was talking to himself as he walked across the grass outside the school. He was paying little attention to the Affected that were chasing after him since whenever they tried to bite him they had a habit of setting on fire. The fire was down to the annoying Risky Business who was actually a Midmoon. "You're the one who insists on being called Risky Business."

A shudder seemed to course through Jackson for a split second and a young fourteen year old seemed to walk out of his body. Literally stepping away from Jackson and becoming a solid person. There was a strange silver chain connecting their wrists, the chain seemed to have a life of it's own since it was moving. "Yeah, well, you're the one with Risky Business tattooed on your shoulder!" The girl's melodic voice drifted through the air, there was something about it that seemed weird. Like it was traveling through something. The girl yawned and Jackson's left hand jerked upwards, pulled by the chain, as she stretched. Her wide dark blue eyes scanned the area and she gave a smirk as she brushed her hair from her face. Risky Midmoon, also known as Risky Business, may only look like a fourteen year old but she was eighteen.

"And who's fault was that?" Jackson asked, thinking back to the tattoo incident. Risky had taken over his body while he'd been asleep to do that. He'd never forgiven her. "Why are you out here anyway, someone might see you. Go back and talk telepathically instead."

Risky scowled, "You're boring."

Jackson reached across and messed the demon's hair up as another Affected got barbecued, "And you're a childish demon who thinks the name Risky Business is cool." He then spotted Lars by the gate and Risky did disappear, back inside Jackson's head. Jackson rubbed his wrist when the chain had disappeared and walked over to Lars carefully. "Lars... The gates locked..."

Unfortunately for Jackson, Risky's voice was in his head now she'd been woken up by all the demonic activity. Why, are you talking to a wolf? He looks weird.

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