-I apologize for the long wait. We've discovered that my grandfather has to undergo quadruple bypass surgery if he wants to live; things are calme now so I'll be able to continue with this roleplay. I'm so sorry for my long absense.- "Watching you humans quarrel is such a funny thing." Samael mumbled, standing up and stretching his considerable form. "How about you take into account I'm an extremely powerful demon? That should help things. I can ride on the roof, in the trunk, or just plain follow you outside of a vehicle, if that'd be easiest. We demons can move very, very fast, which makes me laugh when you talk about one of you killing me all by yourself. Lenny will warn you about attacking me, I can assure you." He said with a little wink, giving a toothy grin as he slid over to the door. "Tip number 1. A great demon hunter makes the enemy think all that he has is a pistol. Make of that what you will." The man murmured, twisting a fist around the doorknob and pushing it open. "After you all. You can decide on my...riding arrangements, if you'd like to call it that."
"Come on. Shoot me, it'd be a good outlet for your anger. It won't do a thing to me." The demon said with a cocked eyebrow, folding his arms. "Please. It would be great if you realized, sir, that I could have done a lot worse than shown up at your door, unarmed. Why would I have done that? My purpose here is to help you. I don't necessarily like demons, to tell you the truth; most of them are idiotic, bloodthirsty things looking out only for human flesh. Personally, I enjoy helping humans; you all are unique creatures. Very diverse." He said pointedly, wagging one of his fingers. This demon was...very strange, to say the least. No demon was immune to salt bullets(well, almost none), but Sam /did/ have the ability to conjure up physical and magical barriers that were invisible to the human eye-he had one in front of the muzzle of the gun. It wasn't a god power, sure; the inch by inch square couldn't get much bigger and take much more punishment then a knife thrust if it got too big, but hey. It was useful. That combined with his other enhanced abilities made the demon very special. "Hm. Listen, the demons and monsters you've been facing thus far have no doubt been powerful, but Lenny can only teach you so much. The ones you will face in the future will be hardcore demons that will spare nothing in your demise. They will employ dirty tricks and power unlike anything you've seen so far, I guarantee, and I need you to be prepared for it if you want to take them out." He said, looking around. "Has he answered yet?"
-Blah. Stupid links. Bl- "Now things are getting interesting. Why would Lenny have a demon come and help you? Well, answer me this in return. Why would an American general accept a Russian general's help in training his army? Well, because the Russian general would know the ins and outs of Russian weapons, Russian tactics, and Russian weaknesses." Samael said pointedly, tapping his heel against the ground lightly. He turned to the other male, grinning. "No, Lenny's not drunk. Actually, he's very smart. What better an idea than get tutoring from a demon that's millenia old?" Sam smiled and began to laugh as the man caught on to his abnormality, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. "I'm special, that's for sure. No need to tell you right now, it's not really pertinent to what we're doing. Let's just say it makes me a lot more powerful than other demons. And I'm more than willing to help you fight." Samael said with a small smile, turning to the girl. "I hope he answers. Besides, I think you all are going to need my help. While Lenny can train you, I can give you first-hand exprience with my kind. If you want to take down the big boys-and I know you all do-" He said, looking pointedly to each of them. "I know you all are special. I wouldn't go to just any hunters." He added, raising an eyebrow. "You're going to need my help as well. Here, while she's calling him-If you want to go ahead and talk to my last partner, come on and do it." He said, pulling out a cell phone from his pocket and selecting the old man's house number, lying the phone on table without hitting send. "He'll testify. He trusted me about as much as you did in the beginning." Yes, he had encountered hunters like these before. They were harder to defeat, that was for certain, but that only intrigued the demon more. "If you're wondering why I'm not trying to kill you, it's because I'm probably filed as a runaway back in Hell. I disobeyed orders."
Spoiler Profile~ Username: Of Pride And Other Things Name: Samael. Species: Werewolf Demon Powers: Barrier (creates a magical barrier, physical and magical), Werewolf Transform(turns into an incredibly powerful demonic werewolf, in which all of his senses and abilities are exponentially raised), Massive Stregnth/Speed, Demonic Mind control, and Absorbtion(he can take the power from hunters and demons if they're deceased). Background: An evil being in life, the werewolf was from a time that many demons have simply labeled 'before'. He is ancient and rightly so. He worshipped the evil in life and committed evil deeds-when he was sent to hell, they were astounded by the male's extent of...evil. He, through methods he doesn't necessarily understand, was converted to the status of a demon and sent to do Lucifer's bidding. He obeyed for centuries, doing whatever he needed to. He grew strong like this, strong through the rewards of hell and the souls of the killed. It was only after he murdered a small girl that he felt a change of heart-as he approached her, parents severed heads in his grasp, she stared at him, telling him she wasn't afraid because she was going to heaven. He killed her in anger, though the statement bothered him. The next mission he took he abandoned, killing the demons that chased him and absorbing their power. He laid low for a while, hiding the best he could from Lucifer, who had better things to do then search for a rogue demon that would eventually get killed by hunters. Sam befriended one, though, one named Jethero. The man was young at the time, barely an adult, and now he is close to death, his hair fallen out and his teeth gone, skin wrinkled with age. It frequently bothers Sam that he can't help the man, though he knows the holy individual will go to heaven. Sam is searching for another compainionn, though almost no one trusts him-the demon, however, is intensely religious, even attending churches on days when the burning doesn't hurt too much. He's become good friends with Lenny and is sort of a secret. Personality: What a strange individual. Despite his fearful powers and appearance, he really is kind to those that approach him kindly. He is not naturally aggressive or cruel-he'll give money or the shirt of his back to those that need it. Appearance: http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h9...Anime/cell.gif http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p...BlackDemon.jpg (werewolf form) Other: He uses a massive scythe to fight-it's been enchanted with years of magic and is quite the deadly weapon-it can kill those that aren't experienced and try to use it. ".... Is this a bad time?" The demon muttered sarcastically as the door slammed open, a man looking at him with a shotgun and a demon knife. "Come now. If I wanted to, as this lady so aptly noted, I could have knocked on the door then shot you all before you had a chance to react, sir. Put the gun down before you hurt yourself-I'm coming in now, and I'm sure Lenny wouldn't appreciate you shooting me." He said, giving enough information to probably disarm them for now. The demon stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a sudden burst. "Come now. Is this really the way to treat an old friend of Lenny's? I've decided, after all, to pay you all a visit. Please, don't think I'll be offended. Go ahead and call him up, he'll probably start laughing when you tell him who showed up. Make sure you include this little bit in your frenzied description, as well." The demon murmured, his hand moving to his neck and pulling up a...cross? That couldn't be right. Oh, but it was. This was a very powerful demon, by the looks of it. "I'm here to help, as Lenny will explain. A sort of...tutor, if you will! I do believe having a millenia old demon should prove to be quite the asset, yes? Here, I have another resource." The man said, smiling in earnest as he walked onfidently to a small table in the area, taking a seat on it. "You can talk to the last man I partnered with on the phone, as well. Don't think you've heard of him, a Mr. Jethero Rembrandt?" He said, giving a smile that showed a pair of thick, elongated fangs on both his top and bottom incisors. "Call Lenny, please. The suspense is just killing me."
-Going out on a limb here from our minor plot discussion, Carter, so tell me if you don't like where I'm going with my plotline idea. I'm happy to change it.- Oh, the things one would do for companionship. Nearly insane, yes? The visit with Jethero was still prominent in this ancient demon's mind as he confidently walked, wind blowing against his form gently. He appeared quite normal in his button-up shirt and jeans, though the demon's heart was beating a little faster than normal in anticipation of the ballsy move he was planning. The being had long been following the two that called themselves hunters of his kind, and watched as they'd entered a building. A cabin of sorts; okay, this was good enough. He supposed he could make it work. The demon remained hidden until they were all firmly inside then began walking towards the door that the people had entered in. He could sense it in them, that sort of power that normal humans shouldn't have. Perhaps Jethero was right, the old bean; he needed some more companions. Being the best friend of a 90 year old demon hunter wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, so he was searching for some...fresh meat, he supposed to perhaps offer his...rather unorthodox services to. With the cool, collected courage that so many demons just seemed to...have, he walked up to the wooden door and stood in front of it, his tall form probably felt by the Acolytes within the building. He knew they could sense demons, especially the more powerful ones-that was what he was, for sure, and his rather curious eyes blinked lazily as he raised one of his fists, rapping six times on the door and letting his hand drop to his side, palms open and facing towards the door. In his mind he mildly began to hope that he wasn't causing premonitions or people weren't getting their weapons. He much liked the feelings of surprise that seemed to go along with his offers-Jethero's had been priceless, back in the day, when he discovered the demon that he was attempting to hunt wanted to, instead of kill him back, become a partner, a sort of mentor, per se.
The analogy is fine. The specifics of the situation aren't relevant to the point being made with the analogy, you kind of did miss the point. And I agree with Misty. Go ahead and have a general distaste for her, but don't waste your energy concocting various schemes to destroy her. You moved on, it's what healthy people do after a breakup.
Exactly what I was thinking the entire time I was looking at the thread. After looking the book up, it looks rather good.
Kiss With A Fist- Florence + The Machine. <3
Incredible. I'm extremely envious of your writing ability-it sounds very philosophical. I could imagine you writing a book on philosophy, much like Benjamin's -abilities. The writing really flows, and uses sohpisticated diction without having a bombastic quality to it. Very well done! <3 EDIT: I really don't know why that angry face is there. I don't know. It's not my opinion, I promise. D:>
"O..Of course, sir." Leo replied immediately after his menor spoke a word of advice. "Hear that? Discreet!" He hissed back at his shadow, turning back to the front. Yes, the boy had massive potential if he could find a commonality with his shadow. When they worked together they were a force to be reckoned with, like when someone attacked his shadow-both of them working together could break the shadow hold spell of most. But when his shadow only half-heartedly participated he was quite average in magic, something that tortured him. "The royal family? I don't. I don't have a problem with them, other than the fact that some of them are probably spoiled brats." He said with a little shrug, feeling an approving little pulse from his shadow. They got along with some things. "Why do you ask, sir?" He asked lightly, folding his arms and looking at the man in front of him. He didn't think, necessarily, that any of them looked like much. No one would really suppose what was going on with all of them, the magic and whatnot-they were so different, yet they blended in so well.
Username: Of Pride And Other Things Orginal Name: (Joseph Corinx) Alias: (Samael-This is both his alias and his Reaper name.) Age of Guise: (21) Age of The Orginal: (20) Age of The Reaper: (98 years. Yeah. Long time.) Appearance:Current: http://i496.photobucket.com/albums/rr324/LittleBlackRose94/JngsterSohn4.jpg Reaper: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f216/masterdragon10002008/reaper-1.jpg (Except without the stupid anime-ness.) History: It's been a long time since I've experienced the sensations associated with being a human. It's been a very, very long time. Almost a century, now. Almost ninety-nine years, i'll hit the landmark in a couple months. I lived a long time ago, in a time without the luxuries of today. I don't know what made me special-my life is more of a blur than ever; the memories weren't worth remembering, though my life was adequete, with a pair of loving parents and siblings. As time has passed by I have escorted them all, leaving me with no one. I have no family left, and I often help with the reapers' training. I help them through the tumultuous first ten years of their new life, and after that they're often good. I am one of the ones responsible when a reaper goes beserk-I get sent to take care of it. This doesn't happen often-I am more often the leader of our group. I keep much of my time-aquired power under control, so many think to question my leadership when I display no more skill than necessary to complete the mission. When necessary, though, a true display of prowess is needed to keep peole in check. Other: Samael carries a scythe, invisible to non-reapers. It helps channel his power, and is suited for one of his caliber Samael can both go on his own mission and accompany the newer reapers, or be approached for emotional help or physical training. Although no reaper needs a weapon, he likes using his, and it is more decorated than the scythes of other reapers. Preview Post: ("I understand this must be hard for you all." His voice was soft, assertive, and strong. He stood outside a wrecked cablecar, the spirits of dozens of people all milling about. He waited for the commotion to stop, then whacked the twisted metal hood with his scythe's handle. The ringing noise gathered everyone's attention and the man spoke, a light appearing slightly behind him and to his left. "You'll get nowhere milling about like this...Now, it's my job to escort you all to the afterlife, and while I don't want to hurt your soul, I need to do my job. This is...well, this is the afterlife, where you're all going to be. Please, enter." He spoke softly, the people looking nervous. Once the first few came, others began to flow, a small girl calling out. "C...Mister, c..can you hold my hand please?" "Of course, little one." He spoke quietly, walking in his gliding-like way over to the girl. No more than four, it looked like. Tragic. He reached down to her height, stooping a little bit to reach her. He slowly walked with her to the light, smilling. "Do you see the park, little one? How fun it looks?" He whispered to her and she nodded. "I'm scared of roller coasters, though. They go too fast..." She whispered back and Samael chuckled lightly. "Don't worry. The ones here go as fast as you want them to." He promised, the girl hugging his leg. "I don't wanna die, Mister." "Your body already has, but your soul will never die, I promise. It'll be really fun where you're going, I promise. And you'll see your parents there." Sam promised, looking back at the few survivors. Her parents were in there. "They'll come as soon as they can, I promise. They'll find you as soon as they go up there." He murmured and she nodded, turning and entering. That looked like everyone-after a few coaxings, he managed to get everyone through, but as he turned, he saw a man. He was large and tough, but he was backing up. "I...I don't want to go! You can't make me!" He yelled, and Samael sighed, walking towards him slowly. "Come, now. We don't have to get to force." "You can't make me do anything!" The man yelled, obviously distressed. "Please, sir. This is your last chance, I don't want to have to do this!" Sam called, slowly drawing the scythe up to his other hand and clutching it, his feet grinding to a halt on the ground and his black robe falling loosely over him. He recieved no response and the man turned to run-before he got too far Samael had caught him, leaping slightly into the air as he brought the blade down on his spirit, solemnly splitting him in half. He turned soon after, the light closing. "I apologize." Sam whispered, letting the blade rotate a little bit before he began to once again glide across the landscape back to the other reapers. Hope this is okay! :3 Hope no one minds I take the leader spot! Christmas Angel, is it okay if I reserve the spot of leader so no one else makes theirs older?
xD After reading this, I believe I'm the only one that actually enjoyed Monstro. I loved that world.
WHOO. NICE. /gets my crash gear
"Gah!" The boy let out a surprised grunt as he realized who was at the door, his eyes widening a little bit. His shadow spoke the thoughts that were in his head in a loud, overly arrogant tone. "Who's the old hag? Where's the dame we were supposed to find?" It demanded, Leo letting out a little yelp at the shadow's outburst and digging his heel into the ethereal being. "Shut up!" He yelled back at it, the shadow folding his arms. "I'm sorry for his behavior. I understand, thank you. I'm not thirsty, but thank you for your hospitality." He frantically tried to apologize for the crude behavior of the spirit, a grumbled complaint coming from the thing. "It's not like they all don't know about magic." It reminded Leo but the boy ignored it, offering a half-smile. He turned to find another girl approaching, nodding his head respectfully at her as he turned back to the woman. "Once again, thank you. I'll wait for him, but no tea needed. I'm Leo, by the way." He said with a little smile, stooping his head as he walked into the doorframe. His height was such a burden when he was trying to blend in but it added a good, solid quality to his shadow, one that wasn't as easily dispelled by light as some of the others. He walked inside the warm house and stood off to the side, not wanting to be a burden for whatever the woman was doing. "Do you have any idea of when he'll be back?" Leo quesitoned gently, his shadow resigning to simply following his master's actions.
Maka has relayed onto me instructions on what to say to you. D: She said to make your dragon smaller, ten feet or less, and as for power, what kind of wounds can it inflict?
<33333 I love it!
"Shut up! Everything'll be fine! Nothing's gonna happen!" A boy yelled seemingly to himself in the middle of an empty street, walking resolutely towards a house. Because no one was around a voice replied out loud, the ethereal whisper sounding like it came from a ghost. "But what if you get found out?" It asked bothersomely, the shadow putting it's hands on it's hips even though Leo didn't. "They're not gonna find me out if you stop talking!" The boy yelled, the shadow shutting up but making a jabbing pain manifest in the boy's legs. "Stop it! I hate it when you hurt me! You're a horrible shadow!" He muttered as the pain stopped, the shadow folding his arms in mockery of the boy's reciprocal actions. He finally managed to appraoch the abode without attempting to stab his own shadow, knocking respectfully on the door and taking a step back, his shadow watching intently as to who would answer. The boy adjusted himself a little bit as he stood, hands resting by his side and taking solace in the fact that he had a common farming sickle tucked away beneath his clothing that he could fetch at any time. "You sure you got the right house? What if you're at the wrong place?" The shadow said once again, poking itself in the stomach and making a reciprocal effect on the boy. "Stop being discouraging. We're at the right place, I know it!" He muttered back.
Yep. After number 1, they all kinda flowed until number 7. I'm irritated.
I believe your argument is both right and wrong. Someone that splattered paint on a canvas today would probably be considered an idiot or a copier of the many other artists that did it. Their work is considered famous because no one else had the thought to do something like that-and while books get their substance, their meaning from the words on them, art gets its meaning from how it looks, however that may be. Art is pioneering, everchanging, and I do believe Jackson Pollock and similar artists are on par with the likes of Cimabue and da Vinci.
Nope! :3 Too bad, stalking's fun. =o
