sinister v e n g e a n c e.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

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Eleven didn't even notice the disappearance of the large wolf; her mind was set upon the lovely music echoing through the room. She slowly walked towards the door, her heavy metal feet surprisingly quiet from ones of such bulk and thick metallic structure. Eleven crept up to the door and slowly reached out, taking the doorknob in one hand. She slowly turned the doorknob and gently pulled the door open, but only just enough that the door had parted from its frame to make a small sliver of which Eleven could see through. Eleven moved her head close to the door, tilting her head so she could see out of the crack in the door with her left eye. She gazed out, her sight falling on Skye. Eleven smiled softly, enjoying the wonderful music Skye was playing.

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[Mayiamaru]

Skye didn't acknowledge Eleven's presence, but the souls did. They gathered to the source of life and swirled around Eleven with wonderment. Skye was content on just playing for them. The only pain he could feel was that coming from his curse mark on his right forearm. Skye's eyes were shut as he played, to give him more of a feel rather than a structure for his music. This was how he played, and this was the way he was always going to play.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

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Eleven gently rest the side of her head against the frame of the door, watching Skye with calm eyes. But, her peaceful moment didn't last very long. Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of the souls floating around her. Eleven's eyes snapped back to their usual nervous and slightly crazed gleam, her hands curling into fists. She took a few steps back from the souls and then transformed her forearms into flamethrowers. Eleven wasn't used to such things as the strange creatures around her, and it caused her to go into a state of panic. She aimed her weapon's of arms at the nearest soul, but she wouldn't attack it.

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[Mayiamaru]

"Be calm. They mean no harm." Skye said calmly, reopening his eyes. The second he spoke, Skye had stopped playing, the last note he played echoing through the night. "They are merely drawn towards life, and you are the only living being within their sights." Skye said, looking up just a bit and watching the souls whirl around Eleven in a fairly slow pace. Souls weren't anything to fear, but most people seemed to fear than anyway. At the least, it was a way to clear out the park when Skye needed to be alone.

[Pockyy]

Riko gave a short, dry laugh before nimbly jumping down through Brythe's Hidden Trapdoor. The trapdoor shut with a bang, rusty iron ring rolling on the underside of the door. She immediately changed into her demonic form, gripping her sword tightly. The room was as rowdy as ever. Kuukai An eerie fog hovering around the wall-mounted candles, the dripping wax forming pools underneath the burning candles. Riko casually walked into Brythe's office, typically finding him recounting his gold. She cleared her throat in annoyance as he did not look up. The old man practically leaped up, a practised flick of his arm made the gold fall into an open drawer. "Riko." He said with strain, sitting down. Riko walked about the round, examining the priceless antiques he had collected over the years.

"Sorry, but the deal is off." Riko explained, picking up a angel's feather in her palm. Brythe frowned, "And why is that, Riko? I thought you were a bounty hunter- the best, perhaps. This may tarnish your reputation." He said, with a small chuckle at the end. Riko narrowed her blood red eyes, crushing the angel's feather in her hand as her fingers enclosed themselves around it; trapped. Brythe watched with some level of horror, gap-mouthed as he struggled for words. "That cost a fortune!" He shouted, banging on the table loudly. The ink bottle shook a little, jumping slightly from its place. Riko raised an eyebrow, letting the sand-like dust fall through her fingers. "It wasn't real." She replied in monotone, though her expression seemed hardened. "I might end up joining the Association; I heard they needed some Reapers." She began in a teasing tone filled with poison, "Be careful, it might just slip out the whereabouts of 'Brythe's Hidden Trapdoor'. My, my. What a hindrance, just like the bounty." She said with feigned sadness, hissing 'hidden' and 'bounty'. Sweeping out of the office with a sudden flourish, Brythe was left speechless at his desk.

Akane sighed, the night was still so young. She placed her feather quill back into the glass ink pot, stretching her arms as she finished her diary entry. Picking up a small bowl-like trinket, she filled part of it up with water, liking to play with her unpractised powers before sleeping. Her strength and control had not increased, though seemed to waver with her mood. The candles had begun dimming, though Akane put them out with a final blow before going to sleep.

[Mayiamaru]

Ryzionad heard his grandfather yell. In an instant, he made his way into the room. "Grandfather, is something wrong?" He asked as he entered, then he saw Riko. It made sense. Such a lowly creature indeed, to Ryzionad anyway. "Fallen Angel. What have you done to my grandfather?" He said wih a certain authority and force in his tone.

(Writer's block)

[Pockyy]

((Where's Mayia the character gone? ;) I need to do something new with James xD))

Riko turned around devilishly to face Ryzionad, a scowl upon her face. "I have not done anything." She replied simply, before dashing out of the tavern and slamming the trapdoor shut behind her. She was faced with an seemingly empty street, the bitter night winds blowing heavily down the narrow alley. The moonlight rippled on the cobblestone paths, worn away with use and long- forgotten battles. Quietly, she edged along the walls, hoping for some peace back in her tree hollow. The threat she had made in Brythe's office was an empty one; their was only two outcomes to go to the Reapers. Death, or acceptance with masked lies. Olah was silently watching from the corner of the street, golden eyes swirling as she focused on Riko. As the fallen angel came closer, the vampire girl darted forward, grabbing her throat with a hand. "Tell me where the boy is." She hissed with anger, fingers tightening around Riko's neck.

The fallen angel gasped slightly, before lashing out with her feet. She had hit her target squarely. Olah doubled over, losing her grasp. Riko slowly backed away before unclasping her black feathered wings. Their shadows cascaded over Olah, who stood up quickly. "Never." Riko replied, icy voice cutting through the serene night. Olah gave a small smile, before staring into her eyes. "Let's form an alliance. The Hakaisha Alliance." She explained alluringly, chuckling. Riko frowned, shaking her head as Olah's puppet strings glowed dangerously.

Brythe walked over to the angel feather dust, scooping it up quickly and pouring it into a ornate glass trinket. "Nothing is wrong Ryzionad, though I suspect foul play is at hand. Whoever sold me that angel's feather will be expecting a short visit." Brythe explained, narrowing his eyes. He did not like anyone scamming him out of money.

[Bluestlove]

((Im finally going to post ))

The feminine black hooded figure moved silently through the crowd of towns people that swarmed daily around the marketplace, keeping her hands elegantly at her sides and her steps elvenly light upon the cobblestoned road, she avoided the people who stopped to look at what the side street vendors had to offer. It seemed as if she were gypsy dancing yet there was no tune. Evangaline was just gracefully weaving through the crowd to the song that had been stuck in her mind for a little over two days now. She had nowhere to be and no one to see, so why not have fun in the moment?

[Mayiamaru]

(I'll post something for her now )

Mayia sighed, a puff of vapour pouring out from her lips. Hunter lay around her, his tail around her waist and his head on her lap. They were in the park, sitting by the pond. Waiting for daybreak seemed nearly endless, and the nights were beginning to become cold. Mayia stroked Hunter's fur, gazing at the water quietly. What should we do?.... I need to get something for Hunter to eat tomorrow... Maybe those bakers could do me one last little favour... She thought. Hunter had fallen asleep on her lap, and Mayia was pretty warm with Hunter by her, but something just didn't seem right.

"Grandfather. " Ryzionad began, thinking a bit of Brythe's past purchases. "Didn't Kuukai sell that feather to you?" Ryzionad asked, thinking that he may have been the one. He didn't remember exactly where and when everything his grandfather had attained came from. He was only here for the trivial things, like mythic parts and creatures, like the Scabbar Dragon in the cage in his room.

Knight was in the bakery, as usual, snacking on the exact same thing he ate every day here. Sweet buns. The only thing different about today was that something outside, that was not his brother, had caught his eye, nearly forcing him to his feet. A girl that swayed through the crowd with the grace of music on wings of wind. This was strange for him, since girls usually didn't catch his eye, but for some reason, this one did. This, of course, irritated Alice, the counter girl. With a huff, she tossed a stale roll at Knight's head, missing because of her bad aim. The roll ended up knocking against the window.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

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Eleven twirled around as soon as she heard Skye's voice, her face pale and her eyes wide. She stared at Skye for a long moment before turning her gaze back to the souls floating around her, still nervous about the drifting creatures. Eleven let her arms transform back into their normal form, but she stumbled backward from the souls. "What do you mean?" she asked, continuing to back away from the souls. "Aren't you... Alive?..." Eleven asked, her complete focuse resting upon the souls; oblivious that she was edging back towards a wall. Her back smacked against the wall, sending a wave of pain shooting through her back.

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