"How many did you know were left in darkness for aeons on end?" He asked casually, his bangs hiding his face in shadow.
He saw them all attack Li. With cold fashion, he got up and approached the gang. "Now now, leave him alone." He demanded coldly, his cool attitude having an edge to it.
"Well then, if so... Maybe if we killed you now, your power will be restored." He mused, ignoring the agitation in Alaric's voice.
Ooc: Make my elements Wind and Water, please ^^
"And die once more. The more you die, the more weaker you become once you return... imagine the ill-fate that could befall you or your comrades during the time of transending." he spoke once more, his voice growing softer.
Alone, as always, he sat under his special tree, drinking tea. He ignored the flute, not caring for the melody. The world, to him, was just a place of ignorance. "I wonder..." he began, his eyelids feeling heavy.
Ooc: I agree >: P Perfectly composed, he walked past Gary. "I'll get you, you know. Eventually, you'll lick the very dirt off my boots like a good little boy." He s******ed to Daisuke, walking towards the Gym. "You'll be late," he cackled.
Seras, surprised by the grapple, was stunned. As he regained his composure, he leapt gently, landing with great acrobatic balance. He spun, swinging a back fist as his knee was comfortably fit again.
Ooc: Alright, thanks
Again, he sidestepped. "So barbaric..." he whispered mournfully, sending a kick to the charging Daisuke's side.
Just as he hoped, Seras sidestepped, countering with a kick, sending the blow to Daisuke's stomach.
"But who would save them?" He asked, his cold tone hanging in the air.
"No problem," he replied, spilling the rest of his drink on Daisuke's head.
ooc: alright :P
"Oh? Is that why you're failing? I always thought it was because you were a dolt," he mocked, getting the usual. Mountain Dew. He popped the cap off, drinking it slowly. With a cold, stuck up stride, he shoved Daisuke to the side, gulping down the yellow-green liquid with pleasure.
As he finished changing in the locker room, he went by the vending machine, his slender, pale figure completely different from his original clothing. He turned and smiled maliciously as he beat Daisuke to it "It'd be best if you got dressed for gym, first, Dai, or else you'll be late," he taunted as he placed his dollar into the machine, searching through the varieties of coke. "The usual?" He asked, trying to annoy Daisuke as he got closer.
Name: Cyanus Age: 17 Race: Half-Demon appearance: Spiked silver hair with long bangs, dark tan skin, cyan-coloured eyes, red scarf that covers the lower half of his face, tight black leather armour. weapon: Dragonkin- A large, black sword with ancient runes running upon the core and edges. The blade is of alien design. secondary weapon: Lunarus- a slender schamshir at his hip. He doesn't often use the blade, but is is perfect for destroying fast enemies. bio: His entire clan slaughtered, the young half-demon wandered alone as a rogue, slaying anyone for the right amount of pay. But, for special jobs, the price is to keep the "murderers" head, an ideal part for his vengeance.
He walked out of the class as it ended, going towards the locker room.
He shook his head, relieving his rare, crooked smile. He like her, that girl. But for the meantime, he wanted his next class to start...
Without much care, he walked into the room, ignoring the new kid. Not interested in him, he glared coldly at Daisuke, then snapped his head to the door, awaiting for Tuski to enter the room.
