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Started November 07, 2018 by Deleted user

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Yay! Also… What did I miss?//

Hello! I’m back just had to go for a minute!)

Seth bows teasingly towards Arryn. "We shall."

(this is where we left off)
(also im super serious about not letting this die so lets kick ass guys!)

Name: Punctuality
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: Very young, only 108. Looks about 19.
Species: (human/angel/demon) Angel
Personality: Punctuality is very inquisitive, and comes to conclusions in ways most people don't see, often being correct. She is bright and quick witted, as well as enthusiastic and empathetic, always aiming to please. She asks questions most people don't ask, and because of this she normally can solve problems more quickly than most.
Appearance: She has flaming red hair and a buttermilk complexion, as well as one brown eye and the other blue. Her hair sticks out at haphazard angles, and is nigh impossible to comb due to the many frizzy curls it possesses. She has on multiple occasions joked that it has a mind of it's own. Grey and brown spotted wings like that of a hawk.
Talents: Can use basically anything as a tool. Seriously, if your going to keep her prisoner, don't even tie her up. She'll find a way to use the rope against you. And whatever you do, NEVER GIVE PUNCTUALITY A BOBBY PIN, TOOTHBRUSH, SIGNED OR UNSIGNED EDITION OF TWILIGHT, OR EVEN A PAPERCLIP!!! Especially not paperclips. She can use all of these against you if she wishes, and more.
Flaws: Klutzy, will rectify her failures at the expense of herself, doesn't take criticism well.
Outfit: Jean overalls and striped shirts of various colors underneath, as well as an aviator's helmet, goggles, and a red scarf. Brown leather jacket covered in pockets, pins, and patches, and sturdy, well-worn boots for any occasion except a formal one that she will wear even then, probably just to spite the more snobbish people at such events.
Weaponry: Chains Of Repentance (Basically, chains that can be any length, width, or strength, etc, that she needs, and will act as multipurpose tools to do her bidding. Very handy. Also can choke someone to death, be a grappling hook, or a strong for fairy lights when needed, among other things.)
Tragic back story (or like…. just a normal backstory): Nothing special. She was always very intelligent, maybe that's how she got picked for the task. But Punctuality lived a normal life, always trying to help people out.

I like it!)

Seth bows teasingly towards Arryn. "We shall."

(this is where we left off)
(also im super serious about not letting this die so lets kick ass guys!)

“So what’s the big idea?” He said floating up

Lovino watches the kids as they color ‘last day before I go to Italy for my brothers wedding!’ He smiles and gets up “Luddy can you watch the kids for a minute!” He calls to his brothers fiancé. “Da give coming,” ludwig calls back.

(feel free!)

(Yeah but how? No offense.)

Iona remained still as she observed the demons now flying above her and the angels standing a few paces away. Her questions was still dangling in the air between the two groups and as the silence progressed, her grin grew and grew. She was itching to get started on these humans. Their names burning into her mind with an intensity that made her think that maybe she did still have a soul. But, alas, she had to wait until the board was clear and the rules set. Master had made her promise to play fair…at least for now.
She eyed Malach and pouted internally, too bad my seduction wouldn't work on him, she thought airly. It had been a long, long while since she had last tasted angel. She licked her lips at the memory. It wouldn't hurt to try…

(feel free!)

(Yeah but how? No offense.)

(whoops my bad. lol i read it wrong. We're all at this meeting to discuss the rules of the competition so she could just be showing up late. lol like everyone so far.)

Arin muttered a swear as his pen splattered ink all over his hands. "Shit!" He didn't reply to the others, mostly because he knew that once replied to Demons never stopped talking.

(Right)
Punctuality's name was the exact opposite of her capacity to be on time. She was late as hell, pardon the language. She ran into a very attractive and very familiar Demoness. "Oh my stars, I'm so sorry! You're Iona, right?" Punctuality stammered. "I'm so, so sorry, please don't kill me, I'm one of the chosen angels so I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to either way and-well, please just refrain from murder, I'm so sorry!" she spewed out, not understanding the concept of " Social Cues & Associated Social Norms", bowing at the demon's feet, in hope of forgiveness, but really only making a fool of herself.

"Punctuality, get up." Arin said. "You look like an idiot." He added, putting away his book and pen.

"Yo face looks like an idiot!" she snapped to Arin, irritated.

"Oh shush!" Arin exclaimed, putting out a finger in a shushing motion.

"One does not tell a lady to shush, sir." Punctuality said. Arin was always annoying, a goody two shoes. Like literally every angel ever. Except Punctuality. But still.

"Mhm, I don't care. I just want my books, not to be surrounded by demons." He snaps back, he just wanted to go home and go back to being introverted.

Iona frowned looking down her nose at the angel that had quite literally barreled into her. "Well then." She flicked an invisible speck of dirt of her arm, dismissing the newcomer entirely.
"Now that we've all decided to be here…" She paused flicking her eyes from demon to angel "We have the fate of the earth to discuss. As you all know we have been chosen as the lieutenants of the ahem higher powers, to see which way humanity truly sways. Rules are apparently needed. As demons we don't play well with rules so I suppose you, cherubs have rules from your holy sunburst?"

Arryn flew back down to Iona “I’m starving.” He said

"Um…. that's mildly offensive to the Holy Lord but okay? And for reference, I'm not a huge stickler for the rules either, so…" Punctuality cut herself off before she got slapped. Getting slapped was not fun.

Iona remained still as she observed the demons now flying above her and the angels standing a few paces away. Her questions was still dangling in the air between the two groups and as the silence progressed, her grin grew and grew. She was itching to get started on these humans. Their names burning into her mind with an intensity that made her think that maybe she did still have a soul. But, alas, she had to wait until the board was clear and the rules set. Master had made her promise to play fair…at least for now.
She eyed Malach and pouted internally, too bad my seduction wouldn't work on him, she thought airly. It had been a long, long while since she had last tasted angel. She licked her lips at the memory. It wouldn't hurt to try…

(Also I kinda ship it now)