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    Beck stumbled a little while running down the stairs leading to the bunker, but quickly righted herself. They had no time to spare, and falling would cause a major dip in how long they had until the doors closed. On the outside, she may have a hard expression and determined eyes, but on the inside she was a fearful mess. Her mind spun and wandered, almost swallowing her up like it always did. She's lived through many attacks, but each one still brought her back to the first one she'd ever witnessed; the one that killed her mother. After that attack, she was taken in my the monks and priestesses, but she was not one of them. She did not worship god, but she was not turned away either. So instead she works for the monetary, cleaning and protecting the residents. Though her main objective was to keep Ren alive and safe.


    Finally reaching the lowest level of the monetary, she pulled Ten through the bunker doors just as the monks were beginning to close them. They were the last ones in, like always. They always met up before coming down here, and that often led to them being almost too late, which had happened last time. Beck shivered a little and slumped down in a corner, hugging her knees and watching Ren closely. She may be afraid, but Ren was her concern right now, and she would deal with herself later.

    Michael rubbed the back of his head and looked around.
    "Well, it's probably been a while that you were in that tree if this place was standing back then. So I'm going to assume you have no idea what modern technology is like." He sighs and drops his hand, finally looking at her. "It's the year 2018. Welcome to the future, I guess. Though you kinda came back at a shitty time. The government's pretty messed up and there's a lot of riots and angry people. Maybe you should try going back to sleep for a while." He smiles to himself, but coughs a little to keep himself from chuckling.

    Razketh raised a fist to strike the girl, but couldn't bring himself to bring his hand down. What was wrong with him? He growled again and slashed at the air. Then he turned and stomped around the roof, his demonic traits slowly reverting back to that of a human.
    He turned to glare at the girl again. "Now will you question my truth?"
    "Nope, I believe you. Unless I got drugged. That's possible too. I could just be seeing things." He growled and she smirked. "Say, what's your name? I know demons have weird names. Actually, so do angels." She turned to the Fallen. "Does your name change when you become a fallen angel, or does it stay the same? I still want to know both of your names."
    "Razketh." He grumbled, a little shocked that he had done as a human asked. Oh well, what's done is done.

    Michael chuckled nervously, then coughed for real this time. His chest felt a little heavy, but it's not like that was something new. He grumbled a little, then looked Vilara again.
    "So uh...are you evil or something? Did I just set free a demon that's going to ravage the earth? Cause that would be pretty cool. Oh! And why were you in that tree?" He looked behind her at the splintered wood, mourning the broken symbols a little. He still wanted to know what they were. He'd have to ask this girl later. That is, if he lived long enough to do that.

    Razketh growled at the Fallen. "As if the names of angels are any less overkill. Such elegance you think you have, when really you are all like a flock of crows fighting over a scrap of meat."
    "Wow, I guess it's true that angels and demons don't really get along then right?" Razketh looked at the girl.
    "Of course. How could the likes of me ever enjoy the company of a stuck up prissy piss-pot?"
    "Wow, your insults are really outdated." She held her hand out towards him, then to Zakriel when he shook it in confusion at the odd gesture. "My name is Lyra. Pleased to meet your high and mighty selves. If you're wondering why I'm not pudding myself and running screaming down the street it's because I've already done that when two demons decided to wage war in the middle of Manhattan on my vacation. Worst and best vacation ever if I do say do myself."

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    .:: Birth name ::.
    Bisk Vermillion


    .:: goes by::.
    Lone Hunter


    .:: how old ::.
    18


    .:: sex ::.
    Female


    .:: birth date ::.
    June 18




    {{ all hail Zeldablix }}


    .:: Zeldablixian or Rebel ::.
    Zeldablixian


    .:: rank ::.
    Hunter/Warrior




    {{ more about thy self }}


    .:: skin tone ::.



    .:: eye color ::.



    .:: hair color ::.



    .:: hair length ::.



    .:: height ::.



    .:: weight ::.



    .:: figure ::.





    {{ digging deeper }}


    .:: personality ::.



    .:: back story ::.



    .:: immediate family ::.



    .:: siblings ::.



    .:: children ::.



    .:: whom you have bonded with ::.



    .:: acquaintances ::.



    .:: whom you fancy ::.





    {{ hitting thy where it hurts }}


    .:: weakness ::.



    .:: afraid of ::.



    .:: soft spots ::.



    .:: desires ::.


    .:: soothers ::.



    .:: instigators ::.



    .:: expression ::.



    .:: memory ::.



    Major wip, it's late over here.

    Beck chuckled quietly, so as not to disturb the monks and priestesses. She wrapped her arms around Ren, thankful for his embrace. It always made her feel better when someone she trusted was near her. Her trust was hard to come by, and even those that had brought her into their home had not gained it, for they made her feel uneasy and she hated being close to them. Her gaze traveled to the head monk of which Ren spoke, and she smiled a little before looking back down at her friend.


    "You know exactly why, silly. He is the monk's leader. Without him they have no law and order and no one to connect to god with. That is what he does, and the monks have chosen him as their leader, so we must respect that and do our best to avoid him at all costs." She giggled a little, trying to lighten the mood even while she trembled and quietly whimpered at each explosion. She tried to seem strong for Ren, but it was hard when she kept getting sucked into her thoughts.

    Razketh growled again. "It isn't like you've been doing much now have you Fallen? Only one occurrence, and a terrible one at that. A least I destroyed a couple blocks worth of buildings and a couple dozen humans. You managed to take down the supports of a single apartment." He failed to notice Lyra's glare until he was done with his rant, and then he raised an eyebrow at her. "What is it human?"
    "So you're the one that destroyed my friend's house. Thanks. Now she's staying with me and she wont shut up about her clothes that she lost."
    He grimaced. "At least I know I caused someone greif.

    Michael yelped and his metal form disappeared. He rubbed at the rune, eyes wide. His breathing was a bit labored and his vison blurry. He hasn't used his ability in a while, and it's taken a toll on him. He looked at Vikara's fuzzy shape.
    "What are these?" He gestured to the rune, a little worried that he was just lured into some trap. He should not have trusted the evil-looking demon lady not to hurt him or something. Really, runes on a big tree with crumbling ruins around it. It spelled evil, but he was too oblivious to notice. Great job, Michael. Terrific observation skills.

    He glared at the girl and the Fallen, an impressive feat considering one was on his left and the other on his right.
    "Of course. What else would I be here for? Looking for bad humans to punish or runaway Fallens to catch? No, those jobs are for the rookies. I'm surprised you aren't out doing those jobs right now." He smirks at Zakriel, and groans again when Lyra tries and fails to hold back a laugh.
    He throws his head back once more, and when he looks back down he notices a human girl staring at them. Uh oh. Did she see him turn into a demon? Great. He didn't feel like destroying the park, he quite liked it, but perhaps it's time for some more havoc?

    Michael shied away from the fire, but stared when it didn't hit him. He was still hyperventilating, and trying very hard not to pass out. Man did he hate it when this happened. This is why he doesn't use his other form often, but it only gets worse when he neglects it.
    "So uh, I'm glad for the protection but what's up with it? Did the people that trapped you do this? Wait, this isn't a 'if I die you die' kind of thing, is it?" He looked around frantically. He didn't really like the idea of having his life hanging in the hands of an evil girl. Who might actually kill herself just to kill him. Its possible. She might.

    Razketh grinned and his demon traits slowly came back. He walked to the edge of the building and smirks down at the humans below.
    "I believe I have found my next massacre spot." With a dark laugh, he slammed his foot down on the roof and watched with glee as a crack split across the ground, running through the park and bringing many trees and people down into the abyss. Then he jumped down from the building, creating a massive shock wave that decimated quite a bit of the land. He continued to wreak havoc, laughing ay the screams of his victims.

    Beck glared at the head monk when Ren looked at her. He seemed to desperate, so pleading. She hated that bastard. He may have saved her all those years ago but what had be done since except undermine her and Ren, making them slaves so they could be fed, clothed, and protected. Then he beckoned her, and her gaze hardened. With a growl that only she could hear, she rose to her feet and stalked to stand a little in front of Ren, as if protecting him from the monk.


    "Move aside Beck, it must be done." The monk looked almost...sorry. That only made her anger grow, and her glare returned.


    "It must not! You do not know what will happen! The entire town could be turned to rubble along with many others." The monk straightened and towered over her, eyes hard. Thankfully monks were not to strike anyone or provoke fights. Though that is exactly what he was doing now.


    "Know your place. Now step aside."


    Beck shook her head angrily. "No! It id my duty to protect him, a duty given to me by the gods themselves, though I believe that you kay have made that up just to keep me occupied and from causing trouble. Either way, I am to protect him and you wish to harm."

    Michael shifted again, gulping nervously. He didn't like the sound of that, and she hadn't denied anything he'd said, not really.
    "Wait but, can you kill me by killing yourself or does that not work? I mean, it doesn't look like you can kill me upright, but what about in ways that doesn't involve hurting me physically?" He's always been one to come up with questions that most wouldn't be able to understand, and he could only hope this girl actually knew what the heck he was talking about. It would kinda suck if she didn't and he had to explain it to her. That would be damn annoying.
    "Wait, I get hurt do you get hurt too?"

    Lyra frowned at Razketh's destruction. She didn't much like how he was making the park crumble. She quite liked that park, but oh well. Too late now. With a sigh she turned to Zakriel only to see him walking away. She ran up to him and grabbed his arm, stopping his movements.
    "Ah-ah-ah. Stay. It's easier to keep track of you two when you're together, and that's what I'm doing. So stay here, and when Razketh's done with his fun he can stick around too. Or you know, I guess we could go around so you guys can go through with your missions of destroying stuff. I don't care much either way." Not like I can stop them, and I don't really want to either. I quite enjoy watching them wreak havoc.

    Beck spun on Ren, a disbelieving look in her eyes. "What are you doing?" She hissed. "You don't have to do anything for them, they've done nothing for you."


    "He has chosen to go along with my wishes, therefore you must as well. Know. Your. Place, Beck." The mono stepped forward and shoved her aside harsher than he probably should have. He stood in front of Ren and placed a finger on his forehead. "We will now perform the ritual." He led Ren to the center of the room, where people stepped aside to make a circle. Runes were already drawn with chalk, and the monk placed Ren in the middle of it all.


    Beck was still shaking her head, gut wrenching and twisting into knots. Her panic grew when her view of Ren was blocked, and she began to gently push people aside so she could see him again. All the while muttering to herself angrily, hating everyone around her.

    Razketh laughed and slammed his fist to the ground, creating another shock wave. A whimper caught his attention through the screams and he turned to look at a girl holding a camera. Oh, well then. There's that girl from before. He grinned and walked over to her, the ground cracking under his feet and talons ripped through his shoes, dragging against the ground. He stood over the girl and tilted his head at her. Once again he was met with a human he did not wish to kill. Oh well.
    He reached down to grab her camera and looked into it, baffled by the object and how it worked. Shrugging, he tossed it over his shoulder. He heard the glass crack and smiled again, then reached to pull the girl up to her feet.
    "Seems as if you're coming with me."



    Lyra grimaced at Razketh when he went to the girl, then turned to Zakriel. With a sigh she pulled a band out of her picker and snapped it around his wrist. She turned away from him even as the band began to glow a dull gold. She made her way over to Razketh and snapped another band on him while his back was turned, and that one glowed red. She smirked and crossed her arms, then snapped a band around her own wrist and it glowed a gentle blue.