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    (Am I taking you all to Legion or not? Cause the one who own the Legion thread is waiting for an answer.)


    Lilith felt her balance get thrown off but she had already caught herself before fully toppling over. The assassin quickly adapted to the shift in weight change as the cat tried to release herself throwing herself upwards. Lilith merely dug her teeth so hard into the scruff that it broke through the first layer of skin and drew blood. She swung her head up going with the motion before throwing it down at a quick rate and loosening her hold the scurf so that when when her head went down the smaller cat went hurtling to the ground as well. Once there she went to pin the cat down unsheathing her claws and dug them rather painfully into her chest. "Do that again and I can swear to you that you won't be opening your eyes again." Her back paw was purposely stepping on the apprentice's tail to keep her in place.


    Adian simple clamped tighter to the cat's scruff and start to pelt off he knew the black tom would follow after him. Not the wisest of things to do but it didn't matter it would just mean that he'd get two for one. Cyrus would be pleased with more cats.


    Lucius was quite annoyed right now his back was killing him from where Arcticrose had thrown him and how he had landed had not couched his spine. The twisted assassin figured he had damaged something and would have to deal with it later. He was head to the edge of the territory where the group had said they'd meet up but stopped pricking his ears and tasting the air there was a cat(Rowanpaw) nearby oh this might be fun. The tom turned and trailed after the scent.

    (Okay so Rowanpaw and Apocalypse and Lunarpaw are going to Legion.)


    Akiva chuckled moving with the speed of a snake he avoid his son's blow and leap forwards snatching up Lunarpaw in one swift movement and bounced off without bothering to slow underneath her weight.


    Lucius jumped from his hiding place and stalked up behind Rowanpaw without as so much as a warning he caught her around the scruff. Cyrus couldn't be that upset if he brought a new toy for Legion.


    Adrian's paws thunder upon the ground much to his annoyence he didn't see any of the others cats. He snorted before slipping from the territory and out into unknown land moving at a slower pace to make sure the apprentice was keeping up.

    Name: Hawkflight
    Appearance:
    Personality:It follows him everywhere. He uses very few words, preferring to 'speak' in gestures and such. When he does speak, it's usually either words of anger, or words he considers extremely important. Any other time, he believes words are evil. They can be twisted to mean something that isn't true, and therefore he refuses to use them unless necessary. While he may not necessarily seem like the nicest guy, he hates to be alone therefor he keeps his younger in arm's reach at all time. He enjoys the company of other people, and gets lonely easily. However, while he does like to be with other people, he still doesn't talk much, and he certainly doesn't trust them unless he's been with them for a while. His temper though very existent is often hidden till he is alone. Then the fireworks begin, and an explosion there is
    Rank: Warrior
    Mate/Crush: None/hopefully will develop one for Tidalstar
    Other:


    Name Summersolstice
    Appearance: [img width=510 height=282]http://i560.photobucket.com/al…dreyarzhayev/Untitled.png[/img]
    Personality: Her train of thought is always on track, And she is very smart. She knows pretty much everything there is too, And she will use it all the time. She isn't cocky, Though. She won't go around boasting about what prey she caught, Or who she killed. She'll keep her victories to herself, Unless praised for it. Also, she won't tolerate disrespect towards sheself. If any cat challenges her, it'll be the last thing they do. As far as love goes, She has never felt any sort of love. Her past was wretched, And she had never been close enough to another cat to feel anything for them. She doesn't know what it's like to love some one, Or to have a family that cares for you. Mostly because she is very ambitious, and she isn't afraid to show it. As goes for a liar; she will only lie when the situation really calls for it. She'll kill whoever she feels that she needs too. And of course, she'll get rid of any witnesses too. There aren't many things she can think of that scare her. She has many life threatening experiences, And none of them frightened her too much. Swimming is something she's really good at. She can swim against strong currents to save a cat. She can also haul out there heavy weights, despite their drenched fur. Fire, though, is something most and pretty much all cats are petrified of. But she, admires the pleasure of watching fire destroy and burn things. She's wished before that she could have the same power to so easily destruct something and suck away the life.
    Rank: Warrior
    Mate/Crush/: none/Flamestorm

    (So what's going on?)


    As the light of day seemed to grow dimmer a young feline stood upon the branch of a tree, the soft and reassuring sound of the ocean waves beating against the land reminded her of a steady heartbeat. Her multiple-colored pelt blazed with a hint of red fire going along the top of her head yet faded into a sliver grey color and flared back up into a blinding snow white at her paws. Summersolstice had a thick built she was very large for a she cat but she was certainly not tragical or dainty either. She found her paws leaving the rough bark of the wood as her claws came loss and helped her get down the tree. The warrior kept her tail out to keep balance before safely reaching her destination. She found her eyes settled upon the masculine Tom cat who had accompanied her hunting, unlike her that cat was on color a bright golden brown that matched the suns rays when caught in the right amount of light. Hawkflight twitched an ear beckoning her back to camp, she complied as she trotted over to snatch her own catch and trail the handsome Tom home.

    (Sorry for the post I figured I'd make up for being inactive with something long.)


    "Summersolstice!" The deep voice that could sound like thunder when enraged now could be considered like a kit whispering as the wind tore through the land in an angry fit. The silhouette of a golden fur cat vanished and blurred among the trees. Jaded eyes twisted frantically left and right in an attempt to catch any sign of the bright fiery fur mixed with puffs of white and black clouds, but to no avail Hawkflight was beginning to think his friend lost for good. On his way back from their mini hunting patrol Summersolstice had managed to allow her prey to grasp by the air's invisible hands and stolen away much to his displeasure she raced off with the agility of rabbit in fear for its life. She had been too quick for him to grasp and had vanished in the trees. He knew her stubborn nature wouldn't allow for her to return to the clan empty pawed no the fool just had to have her catch. That was he last he had seen of her, long ago had he dropped his own prey in a frantic search for the warrior but still nothing had been accomplished. The trees in the dense woodlands provided some covers but the storm masked the scent of both his clanmates and his friend. He was unable to locate anything properly he knew by now that it would be wiser to take shelter and search when the storms's wrath passed but...he could not shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. His fear for his clan was great but he was sure both his leader and deputy had long ago taken the clan to shelter. His fear for Summersolstic was greater, whenever his paws left the ground let it be jumping, running or walking , he found his body whipped whichever way the wind chose to throw him. Hawkflight was by no means small but he could of been a simply mouse with the power the air held now Summersolistic wasn't petite but she wasn't huge either he could only imagine the difficulty she was having one wrong step and a body could be battered and lay crumbled upon the floor or whisked away...the very though set an ache through his heart. To lose Summersolstic was like losing a sister and not an option for him. No, Hawkflight would continue his search as long as he stayed low to the ground he should b alright.

    The golden fur Tom looked like a fish out of water. The fur on his body to him like a second skin and his tail wouldn't lay still no matter how he commanded it. Hawkflight took in a breath of the air as he shivered hidden in the shadows of the trees. He was freezing and the storm wasn't letting up he was growing exhausted and moving from his spot was not something that could be done. The branches over head groaned with agony as the wind whipped and lashed at them. Still he had caught no sign of Lightningstorm nor of his clanmates he hoped it would let up soon enough.

    A rather large Tom sat in the background watching the clan awaken from their slumber and were greeted by the rough frosty air. Blacklion seemed to be built for the colder climate his long coat kept him from freezing as easily as the other cats and his huge paws carried him through the now a of he were walking on land. The deputy trotted over to the dark furred she cat who had a group of cats around her once again. He settled down in the back of the group and let the others speak before addressing her, a glint of amusement shimmered in his sun lite eyes as he saw the younger warrior, Thornheart, as he made a rather interesting snowcat. The young warriors were always so odd.




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    ηαмє: Shadow
    αgє: May, 3, 25
    gєη∂єя: Male[color]
    ρσкємση: Darkrai


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    ρєяѕσηαℓιту(at least eight sentences): Lazy, it completely and utterly fits him. He's the sort of unenthusiastic kid who liked to watch clouds. He preferred not to get involved in "troublesome" activities, pretending to be busy to avoid responsibility. He also does not like fighting, deeming it, as he does to most things, "troublesome". He is fully aware of this side of his personality. However, when duty calls, hebhas a strong moral compass and sense of commitment towards his comrades. He will sacrifice himself and face almost certain death, for the sake of his friends without a second thought. His most distinctive character trait is that he considers most women bossy and "troublesome". Nevertheless, he is generally courteous to women, doing them favours and avoiding fights with them. He feels that men, like him, should be the ones protecting them and not the other way around. He has expressed a notably mature and modest interest in marriage and raising a family. He hopes to "marry a regular girl who isn't too ugly and not too pretty. Have two children, first a girl, then a boy. Retire after my daughter is married and my son becomes a successful man, and spend the rest of my life looking up at the clouds. Then die of old age before my wife."
    нιѕтσяу(at least five sentences): Very little is known about his past and very little he will tell you. He is your common orphan who lost parents just like everyone else the very creepy thing us that their deaths were by his own hands. It was a kill or be killed situation his death or theirs. In the end it was he who prevailed though as usual it came with a cost leaving him to fend for himself. Thankful he was old enough to do so on his own for a bit but oike any living thing being alone only is fun for so long. The Gijinka soon found himself strolling along the place known to many as Orphan street where he found himself face to face with a pink haired cat like gijinka who floated around in the air chattered none stop. Amused and bored he trailed her home where meet her boss and the rest of the Omega family they needed one more member and he needed something to relieve his boredom and so this place became his new home.(Sorry for the bad history couldn't think of anything intresting.)
    яαηк(Crew, Denizen, Outsider): Crew
    Fears: Losing his humanity, being forgotten, and dying alone and unloved


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    ѕтяєηgтнѕ(5): He is rather skilled in anything that requires stealth or fighting. He has no problems following orders or taking them so long as it doesn't involve to much physical force on his part.
    ωєαкηєѕѕєѕ(5): He has control over his power to an extent but still needs a lot of practice with them. He's not the greatest when it comes to making friends and has problems with his stubborn attitude. He likes to starts fights and is very prideful acting before thinking. He's LAZY that also causes problems.
    мσνєѕ кησωη(10): Shadow ball, Night Slash, Double team, Night Daze, Dark Void, Dream Eater, Focus Blast
    ѕρє¢ιαℓ αвιℓιту(Can be physical and elemental. Only Pokemon with Mega Stones may possibly have a different type for an attack): I don't have any in mind any ideas?
    [color=#ECD672]єχтяαѕ:
    [color=#EDD772]I'm an Orphan[/color]

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    The rise and fall of a broad chest fell in time with air that inhaled and exhaled from parted lips. Aqua colored orbs were settled on the sky above. Like the rushing waves pounding the shore at sea, the dull clouds invaded the radiant shade of blue that was the sky. Sealing everyone in its gloomy atmosphere, the sun pierced through the grey canopy. Nevertheless, its depressing look still infected every ounce of hope into something miserable. With not a single bird in sight indicated the loneliness that would only spread like famine far beyond this place. The gloomy atmosphere was taking a toll on the lazy gijinka's attitude. Using his forearms as a crutch Shadow shoved himself to his feet.


    The Darkrai was of average height not to tall not to short, the expression on his face was that of boredom. Scarlet red tipped claws extended before retracting into dull nail as he tapped them against his clothed leg. Locks of silk white hair tumbled down his back conciling one eye from the view of others. Shadow stretched out his body while drawing a claw through his scalp to scratch an itch. He could feel the powerful presents of three other gijinka the four was unknown to him. It vanished so suddenly that it had caught Shadow's attention. He yawned long and tiredly even though he just took a three hour cat nap.


    He really wasn't in the mood to go and search for the others, unlike the others who fond over Calem like he was Arceus itself, Shadow held little affection for the Charizard. The only reason he stuck around was out of pure lassitude that and it wasn't like he anything better to do. The Charizard held his respect but that was about it. He didn't really care much for Asher or Valentino they were normally to busy paying attention to Calem. Nyx he didn't much of a problem with at all she didn't worship the ground the boss walked on. She was a rather amusing to watch her happy and naive manner reminded him of the sun, it lite up even when the clouds stood in front of it.



    Shadow figured he should probably and go and find the others and receive his scolding for not sticking around. He was vaguely curios about the other presents that had vanished it had been strong enough to rival Calem and that probably wasn't good. He couldn't find the pink bundle of joy either he knew Nyx like to wander around without permission or explaining to anyone where she went but her innocent ways and motherly personality is what Shadow liked best about her. She was kind of like that wart on the side of your face, she grew on you after a bit. He smirked at thoughts before walking off the side of the rooftop he had been resting on and plummeted towards the grounds, phasing through it as soon as he hit it.


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    A great heavy sigh left Shadow's mouth as he phased through a thin wall. He tilted his head backwards to stare upwards from where the sound was coming from. He had sensed as small as it was but it was there Nyx's aura or presents whatever one wanted to call it. Something was wrong though out of all of them Nyx normally had the strongest presents and he didn't mean in powerwise just in brightness. Out of all of them she was the easiest to pick out of the group it might be because she doesn't know how to hide her presents but it could also be that she was just shined. But now he could barely pick up her presents which meant something was wrong.


    The Darkrai floated upwards passing through the top floor before stabilizing and landing on the ground. There in the corner of the room was the sobbing pink haired girl. She looked totally freaked out and scared beyond words he didn't understand what was wrong with her at all the happy ball of sunshine seem to if ran into a stormcloud and a pretty huge one if she was this upset about it. "Hey Troublesome, Calem scold you again?" He asked in a light and teasing tone as he hovered to her. He bent down at an angle to look at her with a hint of puzzlement.



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    Shadow's whole entire body tighten like a cork screw being wounded up over and over again. He rolled his shoulders back and rose from his crouch sensing the person in the building before he even showed up. The atmosphere seemed to grow heavy with a twisted aura. Whatever was here he didn't think it was the best idea to fight now. Even as strong as he he didn't think he'd be able to fight and come out alive with whoever it was. He pushed his bangs back only to have them fall back into his eye. Nyx still looked scared out of her mind and he quickly guessed that it was because of this guy.


    The phantom turned fully around and couldn't help but lift an eyebrow. Someone had a nice happy bowl of steroids this morning, sliver haired and black eyes he stood at least seven feet tall even though the dark cloak he wore Shadow could tell that he was all muscles. He was more concern with the purple tail and the ears on his head than he was with the monstrous height. They reminded him of Troublesome's ears and tail. Shadow's expression remained full of disinterest as he stared at the guy. The voice that whispered through his head made him scratch the back of his head, as of he had an itch.


    The name Rook...a chess pieces. He was being referred to as a piece on a chess bored...great he was dealing with one of those smart gijinka. There were six main pieces a King, Queen, Bishop, Knight, Rook and Pawn. If he was the Rook that must mean Nyx played the Queen being the only female...actually now that he thought about being ranked after chess pieces sounded like fun. The power...this guy must of been the one who had been with the rest of the Crew, clearly an Outsider. "There are six pieces in a chess set the Pawn is the last." Shadow told him with another yawn. "If I'm the Rook does that make you the Pawn?" Something about this guy said he probably should not tick him off but Shadow was Shadow he could careless about pissing people off if he did he'd never open his mouth.


    I can make an Outsider, he'd be playing the part of a Denizen but would secretly be an Outsider. Mus do you mind if I make one of the three Legendary Dogs, Entai he'll be the older brother of your Suicune?


    I was wonder if this would make any sense what if Mewtwo's creators got the information on Mew's location from the Mayor and set him after to find her? It would give him a somewhat ally on his side. Just a suggestion and because it would help me figure out history but perhaps we could have some of the Outsiders work for the Mayor as her enforcers or whatever and upon his defeat Mewtwo see that he's going to need help even if he doesn't nessarily want it so he meets up with Mayor who had him meet with them giving him a small team to help him take down the Omega Family and get Mew?


    Like a said just a suggestion though I'm still not sure of it makes all that much sense...

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    Great joy the whole gang was here. Shadow had had his eyes locked on the Mewtwo trying to figure out just what his deal was when he told him what he was here for. Why he needed the Mew he couldn't fathom out of all the things you could get here the guy wanted Nyx...why. Shadow's train of thought was blown off the tracks when he felt Asher's presents it was closely trailed by Calem's. The aqua gaze left the Mewtwo in order to watch the Charizard's blaze take it's aim at the Outsider. He had thought that he might deflect it his appearance reminded him much of Troublesome and so he could only assume that the gijinka was a psych. He moved as if to stop the attack but as if rethinking his actions took the attack head on. Shadow wondered if that hurt it certainly looked like it did.


    He stayed still as stone as he watched the Outsider as he warded off the flames and removed the cloak from his body as the flames finished making a meal of it. His next word peaked his interest quite a bit and made him think about it. He had a point why fight it would just be way easier just to give him Troublesome. They knew little to nothing about her she had no memory of her past and was as mysterious as the darkside of the moon. This guy seemed a bit like a psychopath with a head on his shoulders. Psychopaths were scary psychopaths with logic was an even scarier thought. In the end he shifted his sights to Nyx and smiled slightly.


    Shadow's body dematerialized as he went though the floor and reappeared behind the ginjika a few feet away leaving the pink hair beauty exposed. "You want her go ahead and take her she's no use to me." He explained with a ghastly smile and a shrug of his thin shoulders. Now the real game would began and Shadow couldn't to see the results of the ending. It was the Queen's turn to make her move or get checkmate.




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    ηαмє: Reaper
    αgє: December, 6, 28
    gєη∂єя: Male
    ρσкємση: Zoroark


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    ρєяѕσηαℓιту(at least eight sentences): He is over the top, outspoken and extreamly flamboyent. He possesses a strong predilection for the color red, and believes that substances which reflect that color, such as fresh blood, can be used to achieve beauty. Furthermore, he is a ruthless, bloodthirsty individual that is willing to kill his own comrades once he loses interest in them. In his personal view, human relations are not of great significance, and hence he does not understand a human's reluctance in killing another he or she cares about; instead, he dismisses it as meaningless emotions that hinder and obscure one's goal. He sees everything in the world, including himself, as an experiment. This is the personality that he had as a child, as he often wanted to dissect the people around him. This personality trait made all those around him afraid of him. This strange hobby of wanting to dissect anything he thinks is interesting was still present, even when he became an adult. The first and foremost thing to keep in mind about him is that he is completely mad! He is a bloodthirsty murderer who kills as naturally as he breathes and enjoys battles to no end. He will slay even his own followers without hesitation, because they disobeyed him or simply ceased to please him. He is also deeply narcissistic and megalomaniac. He cares about nothing but himself, and he considers himself superior to everyone in every way. He considers that he is the only one right in the world, he is convinced that those who disagree with him simply don't understand the truth, and he never hesitates to eliminate any contradiction. When things doesn't go the way he wants, he fabricates absurd explanations that follows his way, instead of questioning himself. This delusion is so strong that he doesn't understand why people hold a grudge against him. Nothing infuriates him more than a persistent opposition. However, deep down in his heart, he knows when he cannot bend a will to his own, and this only infuriates him more. He is obsessed with talent. He regards regular people as mere trash. He wants a world where only gifted people who obey him can live, and plans to select them one by one, killing anyone whom he would deem unworthy. To put it simply, he wants the entire world to revolve around him and to fit his demented ideals of perfection. He doesn't only care about fighting skills though, and he considers any talent to its rightful worth. But he only regards his followers as pawns, and if he values their strength and listen to their advices, he rarely considers their objections. Despite all this, He is a very charismatic and refined person. When he interacts with those he deems worthy, even if they are enemies, he acts with smiling and courteous manners. He is also clever and knowledgeable; He knows what he needs, he knows how to use it and he rarely underestimates his opponents, only making his move only when he has all cards in hand, or where he has at least one backup plan. Yet, when confronted to an opponent he admires, he may reveal his weaknesses to make things more interesting.



    нιѕтσяу(at least five sentences): His past is covered with blood and mystery. Those that knew anything about him have faced unfortunate deaths. He doesn't come off as someone anyone should fear until you get to know him. He enjoys causing as much as chaosas possible but loves it even more when it's the people who destroy themselves. He recently set his sights on the Orphans and has began planning the task of ending those who hold the power, the Omega families death. How will it be done? Oh in due time all will be revealed. There is also a little secret he wishes to see if it's true, that one of the Omegas know where he can find his younger sibling he's been searching for.



    яαηк(Crew, Denizen, Outsider): Outsider
    Fears: Not being in control, being ignored, being unable to fulfill his dream.


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    ѕтяєηgтнѕ(5): He is very good at munipulating other so good that they don't even know it. He does not lack in power and his emotionaless state makes him a killing machine. Once he starts something he will finish one way or another.
    ωєαкηєѕѕєѕ(5): He can not stand when things don't go away and can be easily angered if you hit the right buttons. He is mentally unstable and has trouble not turning the world red.
    мσνєѕ кησωη(10): Dark Void, Night Daze, Nightmare, night Slash,
    ѕρє¢ιαℓ αвιℓιту(Can be physical and elemental. Only Pokemon with Mega Stones may possibly have a different type for an attack): Has the ability to trap others in their worst nightmare and can enter nightmares.
    єχтяαѕ: I'm an orphan

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    "How bothersome." Shadow muttered as he watched the Mewtwo flee without moving to help the others. That show wasn't much fun but it had been interesting watching the two fight. The Outsider even moved as quick as the Mew whatever she had done had seemed to cause more damage than the other attacks. Shadow walked over the pool over and looked our across the hole made in the building where Nyx had flown through if she had strengthen her protect she might if been able to sustain the mega kick. He had always thought that Calum had taken Nyx in simple because of her healing ability ever power group needed that one person to look after them, but now he was starting to wonder if there was more to the Mew than he knew.


    He threw himself from the side of the building and landed lightly while settling his sights on the rest of the members. The mew looked to of taken the worst of the damage she needed her hands to heal but they looked to cut up and embedded with dirt to be much use of her it probably be wisest to take her home and let her heal herself after she's taken a nap. He could feel the heat of the others gazed when Nyx mentioned his name. He already knew he was in trouble but as normal could not fathom why she wasn't upset with him for abandoning her like that. As normal her heart was to pure he'd have to fix that in due time. Now that the fighting and excitement were over Shadow was temped to go find another place to take a nap though it would seem that he'd have to get through this scolding first.





    Cool thanks I'm fine with him joining Ymir and Zero's team. Now do you want Calum to be the one who knows the location of Reaper's sibling? I'm fine with that but I'd have to Pm you on some of the details to form this unusual plot I'm working on.

    ( Sorry for the inactivity I wasn't sure how to respond here.)


    Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful! The air, the sky, the scenery everything here was just lovely. Yet it was missing something...perhaps a splash of red here and there the scent of blood and heads of the innocent spiked on pole with a welcome sign might help maybe he'd help them decorate. Yes, that sounded good to him but first he had to finish his task and set the game back on track. The Mewtwo had done a great part in greeting the family but now it was his turn he wasn't looking for the family just the one's who head needs to be pried open.


    The Zoroark had a fox-like appearance with crimson and black accents. The ears red insides and were standing straight at the moment. He had some red rimming his eyes and mouth. He a large, red, voluminous mane of hair with black tips, which was pulled back into a ponytail, as a teal bangle down its length separates a mass of the hair from the lower portion. He had bright retractsble red claws on his hands and his eyes were red-rimmed with light blue irises. The bushy tail on the end beat back and forth as he strolled along the streets...there she was and alone at that. He would of thought the Mewtwo had scared here into staying with the family he guessed wrong he supposed. The Zoroark pushed off the ground with boundless power and twisted his body to spring over the dazed Mew. He landed on the roof top looking rather happy as normal.


    "Hello! My little pink cat I've been looking all over for you." He smiled broadly as he held out his arms as if conducting something rather speaking. "What's wrong Nyx? You look like someone who's an opithamy...or maybe that's not the right word." He couldn't remember if that was the word he was looking for but didn't think to much on it. "Or maybe you see that playing house is no longer any fun?" He shot questions out not bothering to wait for her speak. "Or could it be that you finally see that your broken and need someone to fix you?" The male twisted in a circle and grinned he liked the last idea the best why else would here eyes look so hollow and dead, it was because someone realized something they had not before something dark of course.


    "Fear not my little kitten for I am here to fix you." The flamboyent ginjika stopped his unseal little dance and turn to fully face the girl. "You remind me of a rose bush." He told her. "Rose bushes are pretty and often inviting they beckon others to come closer and smell them cause they are lovely and smell good. But when they get closer they find themselves full of pain and wounds because they have forgotten about the thorns that protect the flowers. The thorns are there as a barrier against all who wish to come near them let them be good or bad. You see your thorns are your barrier, only your barrior was not so sharp. You tried brushing everything off remaining happy and easy going though the Mewtwo destroyed that when he came again. So it looks like you have a new barrior a harder shell to protect your self. I must say this is slightly more fearful than the last. You keep everyone at a distance and let no one in. Unlike the flowers that a thorns on a bush protects your protecting something or hiding something maybe a fear of something or someone." He shrugged his shoulders. "But like the flowers I know that as soon as you let your thorns down you'll be as sweet as a the scent of rose." And as bloody as one as well.


    The serious expression that had been on his face vanished as sol as it came his smile was light but deadly as his fangs were flashed over his lip. "Is that am I right? Oh, I know I'm right." He grinned at the girl. "I can help you with your problem inside your head you have something locked inside that needs to be unlocked I can help you with that."

    An almost child like pout formed on his lips as a looked at the little cat. She was being no fun she had screamed and shout when Mewtwo had played with her yet not for him. He liked it better when she was playing a game it was easier to toy with her than now it like talking to ice little bits and pieces of emotions and thoughts could been seen if one looked hard enough yet not one of them were what he was looking for. He guessed he'd have to change that maybe if she saw how red she could turn she'd be willing to change her thoughts on things.


    Cyrus twisted in the tips of his toes very much like a ballerina as he listened to her tell him to leave. She sounded so serious too. He had no plans on leaving not yet anyway. "Awwwwwwww! My little kitty I've come all the way out here to see you and you want me to leave?" He sounded sorrowful at the thought yet was smiling again mere moments later. She was correct in the assumption of him not leaving without a fight he would at least like to be remembered here somehow.


    As soon as she threw her arm forwards he gathered his own amount of energy between his hands. A ball of black power formed between his clawed fingers. He threw it forwards as the aura ball came at him just by the sight of it he knew he had gathered a little to much power in his Shadow Ball, it would cut straight through the aura ball and attempt to hit the kitty. He didn't think it would kill her if anything if she possessed the same speed and power of the Mewtwo she'd be fine. He was growing bored of standing on this building he turned and jumped over the edge not bothering to see how she reacted to his attack.


    As soon as his feet touched the ground the illusion master had a new form. A white haired young man with light build and almost scary neon green-blue eyes. He had taken the forms of several different ginjika in this place. If he told anyone how many times he's walked along the streets and watched the festivals that were hosted here no one would believe him. He did enjoy being able to bounce between both Reshine and this Metro. He has talked with Mayor of Reshine and even has fun playing with the Mewtwo it was hard to know who was who or who to blame when one was never who they seemed to be. This was the first time he's taken the form of an Mafia member before this should be rather interesting on how this will turn. Will his little kit figure this trick out before her colored this street with her blood?

    A grin formed on his lips as his toy landed in front him. She had a smile on her lips that did not reach her eyes. He stared at her for a moment longer seeing that she was having second thoughts, she should of followed her instincts. He struck as quickly as Arabok, his hand reached out capturing the back of her head. In one quick movement he brought his hand down forcing her head down while bringing his knee up, slamming it against her nose. As her neck snapped back he let go allowing her to fly backwards. Before she could even think of touching the ground he lifted his arm holding out his palm.


    He puts his hands together and forms a black ball in his hands. He then fired it at the Mew before she could touch the ground. It form a pink crimson bubble around her than fade away into dark crimson. Once the sphere disappeared, the girl should fall asleep. That was the effect of Dark void though it should be interesting to see if she fought it.