Time for war. Semi-lit. Accepting

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Im waiting for other people to reply DX)

[lynettetan1]

Me too...)

[iva wolf]

[Ok, Death can't you post with what I gave you with Samir? -_-" That way we can move on and meet up with the rest. And Lynet, why don't you give Lust's role-player a PM. Someone has to remind them that they are being waited for. ]

[lynettetan1]

Okay, I will.)

[Ariana Black]

[Omg I'm sorry. Um.. Can I have reposts?

[lynettetan1]

First was this:

~Greed~

In a big, dark, room layed a sleeping boy in his bed. The light from the rising sun shined on his exposed eyes. He let out a small moan, pulling the covers over his head. A little while later he opened his tired eyes. He slowly sat up, swiping his hand through his hair. His purple eyes trailed to his open closet. "Time to get ready, Greed." He muttered to himself. He hated the name shay. It felt like he was false, using such a false name. He was Greed! Not some person with a human name. It was almost insulting in his opinion.
Greed tossed off his blankets then swung his legs over to the side of his bed to get the day started.
First, Greed gets dressed. A tugging feeling told him that he would need to go out. Since that is what he would do, Greed grabbed his away-from-home clothes. He replaced his pj top with his black under shirt. The black pants were next to be put on, secured safely by a black belt. Next was the fingerless black gloves that were slipped on both hands. The black socks accompanied by his black shoes go on. Last but not least was his black, white rimmed, jacket that was buttoned up just below his collarbone. When that is done, Greed looks over his hoard to make sure everything is there. It's takes a while but everything is neat and is right where it belongs. If something was dirty, he would clean it. If something broke, he would toss it. Something wasn't that great and interesting, he would toss it. After that Greed got up.His collection was in a big closet, the walls were black with red details on it. 6 little lights were resting on the ceiling. With a big sigh, Greed turned around. On his white desk laid a map and orange. His fingers lightly skimmed around the paper. On the map was a series of marks, scribbles, dashes, and pins. Areas to take. To investigate. Gotten. Hidden treasures and secrets. This map was Greeds work put together all of last night. He had stayed up for hours planning. Thinking. Greed examined the map one last time before quickly grabbing the Orange. He froze. His attention was drawn to his big stacks of book shelves. That's what it was. He needed more books. He would go into his uncle's kingdom to 'buy' more. He then left his room.
Father was out doing who knows what, leaving Greed in charge. A bunch of annoying little demons swarmed Greed ,asking very annoying questions. "Master Greed, can I do this? Can I do that? What would you like?" Blah blah blah. Trying not to strangle one of them, Greed spoke calmly. "You," He pointed at a bird like demon ",go to Sloths room. Tell her that she and Lust are to go collect the souls for the full moon. " He continued to disband the demons to get his other siblings. "Last, go tell Wraith to......organize the army." When they were gone Greed continued to walk down the corridors when he saw Envy, his twin. "Envy, perfect timing. Your coming with me." Greed demanded rather than asked. He coated his hand with metal and used his now sharpened nail to to peel the Orange in his hand. (Finally done. On ipad so it not so good)

Then this:

Rylan
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The dark expanse of his mind play out before him. A story of love and loss, some would call it a tragedy. Rylan's eyelids fluttered open and with a groan he sat up in his bed. Sleeping was never his strong point, he had never seen a real point to it other than to torment him endlessly with memories of the past. The sun had risen far before he had awoke however Delilah was nowhere to be seen. It was a constant worry for him to be thinking about her all the time. However it kept his mind from wondering where it dare not go. With one last final yawn he tossed his blankets aside and stepped out of bed. The cool tile floor sent a shiver down his spine and told him that it all wasn't a dream. Wordlessly he began to fix his bed, making each side as parallel as possible. Rays of sunlight started to pour into his small room and lit up his surroundings. Delilah would be waking up soon which meant that he had work to do. Without as much as a groan he set a pace for himself. Starting with getting dressed. It was his usual out fit nothing fancy, just black and white. With one final glance around his room he stretched out, raising his arms high above his head. With a snap a pair of jet black wings unfolded from somewhere unseen. They fanned out, almost colliding with the walls of the small room. He rarely used his wings, he would rather walk places. After a while of not using them they would always become stiff and crooked. A final snap and he folded his wings back up into hiding. A few stray feathers fluttered to the ground around him and he grabbed one. He gazed at it for a long time before heading over to the only window in his room. Effortlessly he opened the window and a cool breeze brushed against his face. The feather he was holding had been blown out of his grasp and he watched as it was blown out the window and into the outside world. His Golden eyes fixated on the dancing figure before him. That was when he was brought back to reality.

Delilah while being almost the same age as him acted completely different. She was slow to wake up in the morning, but sure enough he would eventually wonder to her room and wake her up. It was only a matter of time. He walked to the door of his room and pushed it open. It groaned with protest. While the room he stayed in didn't look like much the rest of the castle was in a few words, majestic. The place was very lively and full of commotion, especially in the morning. Its hard to believe anything gets done in a place like this. Without looking back he headed right for the kitchen. There was already many servants running around preparing breakfast and he looked at them quizzically. Without missing a beat one of the servants stopped what they were doing and handed him a loaf of bread. The gesture made him scoff but he said nothing. After finishing his own breakfast he began to wonder around the castle. No matter how many times he walked the halls they always seemed to change. Most of the rooms were empty, aside from the rooms at the end. Each held someone of great importance of at least that's what he was told to believe. He stopped in front of a door and knocked on it quietly. "Please tell me you are awake madam." He regretted doing this every morning. Delilah, or anyone for that matter, is not very fond of being woken up.

Then finally this:

Repost for Rylan and Delilah...)

Eureyla waited gently for Sloth to finish, leaning against the wall. They both heard the little scratch of bird like claws on the floor, but Sloth seemed to ignore it completely, giving no indication that she had heard it in the first place.

Eureyla turned on her heel, getting the door. A bird demon stared at her, a visible look of relief quelling it's shaking legs. Eureyla didn't blame it, she knew the bird's views. Unless with her family or Eureyla, Sloth didn't listen to anyone, unless they could make her. Telling or shouting it to her wouldn't help, and coming closer to push or pull her only got bones broken. Sloth didn't even have to try, a flick of her hand would be enough.

"Yes?" Eureyla said softly. The bird quickly said what was ordered in a quivering voice, before fleeing as quickly as it could. As Sloth didn't move much, there were many rumours about her maximum speed. The lesser demon didn't want to risk it.

Closing the door, Eureyla stared at Sloth, who still seemed to had not heard. Eureyla didn't buy it. "You have to, Greed's orders." Eureyla said softly, and saw her lips gently press slightly harder against each other in stubborn, childish defiance. "If you do this now, at least you have an argument not to do something later. You havent moved in two days." Her rose eyes tried to meet Sloth's emerald ones, to no avail. She crossed her arms, patiently waiting. It was prime to have the virtue when one interacted with Sloth. If she got the feeling that she would get you to leave her alone by ignoring you, she would. Sloth had incredible patience. Problem was, Eureyla's words make sense. Sloth slowly popped another piece of bread into her mouth, before staring listlessly at the other half of the loaf.

Finally, with a sigh, she heaved herself up. She didnt want too, but since it was Greed... The green haired girl gave a yawn, stepping out if bed and getting ready. Her clothes were simple, but she didnt care, as long as she could move in it. An explosion sounded not to far away, courtesy of wrath, followed with fadig footsteps. Sloth felt sorry for whoever her temper was directed at now, her anger was troublesome, and she didnt let you sleep when she scolded you. Of course, no one did allow her to sleep during a scolding, but she did for some anyway.

Sloth yawned, starting to walk out. Eureyla looked at the tray, where there was half a slice of bread. Sheugging, she pushed the tray out, munching the slice. No words of thanks were needed.

They went to Lust, seeig Rylan at the door. Eureyla stared at the othwr fallen angel, but said nothing. Sloth looked around grumpily, deciding to sit down and lean against the wall next to Lust's door, catching some more shut eye before anything happened.

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[Ariana Black]

[O_O]

[gotta reply later sorry]

[~:Stitch:~]

Iva, I am extremly busy and I like giving other people time to post. If you have a problem, PM me please. And/or my mini mode. I will reply when I can so please be patient. That goes for everyone, if you guys have problems refrain from swamping the rp with them. :3)

[Ariana Black]

Delilah having just woke up, yawned and stretched. She saw her horns and tail out and quickly made them vanish. She heard a commotion outside and growled. She threw the covers off her and stormed towards the door. She yanked it open and snarled. "Can't a girl sleep in late for once around here?! Whatever you all want can wait till I take my shower. If you don't like that idea but I'm sorry. That is how it is going to be!" With that she slammed and barred her door. she got her clothes out for the day then headed to her bathroom.

[worry.]

Rylan
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Rylan jumped back at the abrupt and rude response he had just received from Delilah. However he said nothing and just frowned with distaste. The door shut right in his face with a loud thud and he sighed. It was like this every morning with he, you would think he was used to it. By the time he had regained his composure two others had joined him by Delilah's door. He recognized them both but could never place the names. He stared at the girls for a while before the names came back to him. One of them was Sloth and the other was her servant. Another Fallen just like him. He never cared to ask about peoples back stories but he was always curious about them. Instead of entering a conversation with them he just simply nodded at them. Sloth had apparently dozed off against the wall, looking rather peaceful for such a morning. With a sigh he sat down besides Delilah's door and waited for her return. It was better to sit alone with his own thoughts than to be placed into a conversation with people he didn't trust all that well. Still it amazed him how someone could sleep through all this commotion, especially after that episode from lust. "You sure shes okay..." He muttered to himself really, but it was directed towards the servant girl. He still couldn't remember her name. It was really unhealthy the way Sloth always seemed to be sleeping. Then again with a name like hers it was to be expected. He just wished that Delilah would be in a better mood when she got out of the shower. Dealing with someone so grumpy as she was in the morning was something he did not look forwards to. He turned his attention towards the servant girl and gave a slight smile. He didn't say anything, just looked at her. It was better than having to stare at a door all morning. Besides whats the worst that could happen from a little friendly conversation? "Sorry I seem to have forgotten your name, what was it again?" He asked with the most apologetic facade he could manage. It was too early in the morning for him to be this active but if he didn't do something to keep himself occupied he was worried he might fall asleep himself. The last thing he wanted was to look like Sloth. In reality he didn't expect the girl to answer him at all. Most people in this place ignored him or glared at him from afar. It didn't bother him none though. He was used to this kind of treatment. The only person he ever needed was Delilah. Everything else was insignificant in his mind.