forum Character Chat (Anyone can join)

Started September 02, 2018 by Deleted user

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Krista: draws out a sword I will fight you.

Dawne: Please calm down.

Dax: step away from my human he growls his fetures becoming more shadowy

Krista: Keep away from mine her eyes flash silver and a pair of jagged wings pop from her spine.

Dawne: head tilted upwards Can we not do this? Just once, I'd like to not have a possessive being causing trouble.

Dax: im not possessive! offened Dax noises

Robin: Dax, manners

Dawne: Is clearly not impressed with this demonic entity b.s. I've dealt with this -gestures with her left hand, which is pale yellow and swirling- sort of thing for years. Demon possession always has that sort of side effect.

Krista: Is snarling I am not possessed and you know that.

Dawne: rolls eyes Fine. Demon mutation.

Robin: He is not really possessive we have just seen allot of shit go down

Dawne: Fair enough We're the same way. Krista put the wings away.

Krista: Wings fold into non-existence Fine.

Robin: its nice that someone else knows how it feels
Dax: to Krista so whats your deal?

Krista: squares her shoulders I was [technically she mumbles] captured by a demonic creature that called itself a "Nephilim." Long story short, repairing a torture victim with magic eventually mutates them into the magic user's race. Lucky I got out when I did.

Dax: im a demon, who shares a soul with Birdie over there and can take a physical form

Krista: Huh. At least you don't try to hide it.

Dax: Nah it keeps the Spades in line to know that their rival gangs leader has a demon on his side

Krista: Oh? You must live somewhere far from where I come from. Technically I should've been sent to the Institution's labs.

Dax: Robin and me run a gang.

Robin:Dax, please stop telling everyone that

BUMP BUMP//

Ben: [He is intrigued by the gun.] Can I take a look? I’ve never seen something like this before.

Robin: why not? just in case he puts saftey on

Ben: [He is surprised by the way its weight balances, which was different than he was expecting. He turns it in his hands, trying out the grip and marvelling at the glint of light off the perfectly smooth barrel.] This is very finely made. Did you craft it yourself?

Robin: uh no, im not certified to make guns

Dax: Your not certified to do anything! he yells

Robin:Shuddap Dax!

bump bump//

Nathaniel: falls from the sky somehow Er, h-hello? Where am I? he backs into a corner, his bent angel wings hanging limply upon his back

tell me what you lot think

May I?//