sinister v e n g e a n c e.

[Mayiamaru]

"Interesting huh?" Knight repeated, leaning a little. "Well he won't be in there for long. Skye might not have a silver tounge, but he has his ways..." He grumbled. I really have to work fast for this one... Knight thought to himself with a vengance. A feral sound ripping it's way up Knight's throat as a force of habit. he didn't even notice. Once he did, he shook his head and his kind smile returned. "Anyway. Would you have any idea when the next quarter moon will be?" He asked. He did't keep track of the moon's phase for a while and had lost track. He needed to know when to get everything ready and how to corner Skye.

[Pockyy]

((Updated pictures for James, now its Oz from Pandora hearts xD And Riko's as well ^.^))

Riko chuckled darkly. "Now that's interesting." She said darkly, stopping in her tracks. "Why would you need to know such thing?" The wind blew strongly around Riko, the sudden urge to turn dark was creeping in. Her loose hands turned into fists, I must not loose to some guy! She gritted her teeth, determined not to change. The guards by the Association were still close by, standing rigidly by the heavy wooden doors. Riko blew out air sharply from her lips, "Anyway, how-would-I-know?" She replied innocently, stuttering her words for maximum effect.

[Mayiamaru]

(Awesome They're great)

Knight rolled his eyes. "I need to know just for my own gain." He said lightly. "But if you don't know, fine. I've got business." He grinned devilishly and turned on his heels, walking away with his hands shoved in his pockets. He was grumbling to himself angrily though. Good for nothing... He thought to himself sourly, but his face still held that indiscriminant smile. He just couldn't help but devise something evil, and he had just the idea.

Skye had fazed his way out of his chains and just lay in his cell silently while other prisoners who could see him stared. Some of Skye's cell mates were pressed against the bars, cautious of Skye. They were more than scared of a guy who looked like the living dead, and they were murders, thugs and thieves. Skye leaned himself on against the wall while he sat on the bench. He looked like he was waiting for a bus or or a friend rather than rotting in jail.

[Pockyy]

Riko looked at him from the corner of her eye, clenching her fist. She dashed off into the nearest woods, barely enough time to hide as she turned demonic. Resting against a tree, she sat down on a seat of dried twigs and pines. She closed her eyes, resting them on her tucked knees in front of her. Why are you hiding like this Riko, a little voice asked her venomously in her mind. Riko snapped open her eyes before noticing it was her that was thinking this. Why hide in shame...? The same little voice coaxed, burying itself in her mind and memory. Riko shook her head, as if to clear it away, though it stayed asking the same trivial questions...

Akane had heard the cold conversation between Riko and Knight. She pondered about it for a long time before heading back. Her parents were still there, talking to others. She gazed down and slowly joined her parents.

[Mayiamaru]

Kaiden was quiet, worrying about the decision he made, while Maria was talking in a fake conserned voice she had used on other company time and time again. Maria was a little harsh however whenever they asked her about the man they just sent to jail for five years. "It was the just thing to do! He is a menace! A down right disgrace to the town, it's people and a threat to our society." She would repeat every time the topic came up. Kaiden had looked up minutes after Akane came to join them and looked at her. "Did I do the right thing? Should I have sent him to jail?" He asked, to unsure. He knew what his wife wanted, she would get, but he looked to Akane when he was upset.

[Pockyy]

Akane lowered her eyes, wondering about her father's question. "I don't know father, you know of my opinion." Akane replied shortly and simply. She looked around at the nearly deserted courtroom, the last few Reapers making their way out with Mizaki. Akane's eyes widened as she ranup to Mizaki, grabbing her wrist as the woman turned. "Who are you?" Akane asked quietly, though it was deep with hidden meaning and questioning. Mizaki wrenched her arm away from Akane, briskly turning away with two Reapers. Her eyes were icy cold, her mismatched eyes bore into Akane's as she left.

[Mayiamaru]

Kaiden looked up, ready to go after Akane, but he was a mild-mannered man and Mizaki struck him deeply with fear. He could be put into the poor house by just a single word on her account. Slowly, Kaiden, cerpt up to Akane and put a hand on her shoulder. "Dear, you can't go shooting off your mouth to that woman. It's impolite." He said, although he really meant that he didn't want his child going to jail. Maria seemed to still be confronting barrages of questions.

[Pockyy]

Akane sighed slightly. "I swear I've seen her before..." Akane muttered under her breath, turning around to face her father. Her expression was serious and also a little distant; "Father, I swear I've seen her before..." She mused aloud, frowning as she tried to piece together broken memories.

[Mayiamaru]

Kaiden blunk. Could it have been... So that's why Akane didn't remember... Kaiden thought to himself, then looked at Akane with a soft expression, putting on of his hands on her shoulder. "Don't think too much about it, Dear. I don't want you worrying about it." He said, then pulled her in for a hug, his eyes clouding over while he thought back to the trial about eight years ago.

[Pockyy]

Akane hugged her father back, though her mind had already wandered. As she parted, she muttered, "Can I go to the bakery...?" Referring to her usual breakfast bakery. She folded her arms, rubbing herself as the courtroom went just a little colder.

Riko tutted and skipped down the path in an evil manner. The deal with Brythe had finally entered her mind, gasping a little as she only had 3 days left. "333 666, the numbers of the devil," She whispered to herself, darting into an alleyway. She could hear some drunk rebels coming towards her, bragging uncontrollably about their 'capture'. "Haha yer t'at boy gotta dragooon merk on 'is palm, yer? We is gunno find Olah and Brythe, I 'eard 'es payin' a preety penny." A burly man slurred, clearly drunk. "'Es in der were'ouse yer? You gotta make sure we'ves locked der door yer?". Riko eyes narrowed and she quietly whipped her hood up, pressing her small frame against the grubby wall. The drunk plodded down the alleyway with his friends, who were clapping him on the back.

"And who is t'is pretty girly 'ere ay?" The drunk belched out, holding a firm hand on Riko's shoulder. Riko looked up evilly, punching the man hard against his temple. He staggered whilst his friends ran away towards the hidden trapdoor. The drunk, a man called Gerad, swiftly made his fist collide with Riko's chin. The fallen angel fell backwards into the wall with a 'chunk!'. Gerad grinned, cracking his knuckles menacingly. Riko hissed and spun a roundhouse kick into his stomach, which took a hit. After a quick fight, Gerad was on the floor, unconscious. Riko dashed away, rubbing the scratches and scrapes she had attained during the fight. She knew about the warehouse they were talking about, it was part of an exclusive club for some of the higher-rank rebels.

James was sat on a crooked wooden chair, hands tied behind him and legs bound to the chair legs with scruffy rags. He tried edging closer to the half-shattered window, narrowing his eyes as the dim sunlight bore into his eyes. Her had begin to gather that he was in a particularly rough neighbourhood with rebels and thugs a-like. The double wooden doors creaked open at the other end of the warehouse, a quiet patter of quick footsteps. A young girl, no older than 16, slid around the corner of a stack of wooden crates. Her grey hair whipped around her, even though there wasn't any breeze. It was Riko.

Riko slowly walked towards him, grabbing her sword and neatly slicing the bounds that held James. He was about to say thankyou, until Riko held her sword at his throat behind a crate. Her vice-like grasp made him want to writhe away, but he heard the voices of those who had captured him. "I-I swear 'e was 'ere!" A deep panicky voice said. Riko peeked around the corner, spotting the elusive Olah. Olah sighed deeply, her footsteps crisp against the eerie silence. "Follow me." It was a blunt voice, cold and commanding. Riko inhaled sharply, pressing her weapon closer to James' throat. Don't make a sound.

[[Whew! Long post, but I decided to make a sort of mini-plot in the roleplay, I hope you don't mind! Gerad says: "Haha yes that boy has got a dragon mark on his palm, yes? We are going to find Olah and Brythe, I heard he's paying a pretty penny!", "He's in the warehouse, yes? You've got to make sure we've locked the door, yes?" and "Who is this pretty girl here?" Just in case you couldn't read it xD And Olah's appearance [x] 8)]]