((So uh... o.o Consent to control characters, but out of respect wont do much along the lines of interaction, ect. My goal is to catch holy ones up with devils so... o.o Takin over Myougami... o.o you guys are in Forsythe right? >.< This is my RP, I should know these thigns T.T Fail whale bunny
EDIT: Keigwin :D Kai))
---Kamden, Kari, and Myougami---
The group left, headed in the direction of altar, having taken Kamden's car, as Kari whined about having to sit in the back seat. They made good time but found they'd run low on gas just as they passed intoKeigwin.
They remained idle after having refilled on gas.
"I'm so hungry.." Kamdem complained.
Kari glanced over at him curiously, "Maybe we should stop for lunch?"
Myougami hadn't seemed to oppose the idea entirely.
((Bwahahha XD its hard god moding when you are trying not to god mode so thats my lousy post for them))
---Mitsuye---
Mitsuye roused from her slumber, having situated herself on the couch in the den, still having had the outlandish happenings of the previous night on her mind. Having yearned for it to of just been a dream, a reverie of her imagination, she peaked around her apartment apprehensively, "Tama!" she called through the apartment, "Tama?" She exhaled, having no avail. Tamasa wasn't here. She’d never come back. She sighed deeply, walking into her room, 'Maybe she went home... I'll go see... I hope she's okay...' she took fresh garments, and shifted into the restroom, anticipating on bathing, and subsequently departed towards the upper district.
The town seemed peculiarly placid and inaudible; the sun sitting high in the blue, bright as it managed to touch her frail figure through sprightly branches and vigorous emerald foliage. She felt oddly wakeful and alert, energized despite having had a deprived night's sleep, as she strode laterally along the road side, humming softly. She was genuinely distressed over the prosperity of her friend and as she approached the large household she outstretched a hand to knock, gently.
Just as her knuckles softly met the surface of the oaken door, she perceived the glowing of some unknown symbol on the backside of her pale hands. "What...?" she hastily enfolded her opposite hand round it as the door released.
“Can I help you, Miss Sauda?” the lovely voice of a fairly plump woman recited.
Mitsu looked to her inquisitively, “Ah, erm… Is Tamasa here?” she asked in an apprehensive voice.
“She was to be at your home for the night, was she not?” she interrogated.
Mitsuye tread back courteously, “Oh, uh, yeah, we’re just… playing a game! I have to find her, thought she came here! I’ll… go check the park again, thanks for the help!” and she ran off, looking at her hand in the process. ‘This is…’ she thought, realization striking her abruptly.
---Nixie---
Nixie’s trifling form slithered through the back door. She skimmed about her tediously, mindful that if she were not vigilant she’d be exposed in her escapades. Her theoretical predecessor, Vid Hatru, had kept her under fine guard; wouldn’t have desired his priceless experiment to retreat, shrewd of the rate she was appraised for. She scuttled across the soft jade grass, considering every window in the manor and regarding every eye that might spot her; if such an individual had discovered her method of emission, it would rapidly be rectified and she’d be trapped unaccompanied within the fortifications of the structure.
Detecting no one was around, and taking advantage of the instant, she shifted a slack plank in the timber enclosure that encircled the terrace, and just scarcely slipped through the opening, transposing the board back in position, immaculately and flawlessly.
Outside those confines was an utterly different domain; endangerment to be sought at every crook, and unmade innovations on each boulevard. Expressions to perceive; persons, that would gawk too at her, for being so youthful and allegedly alone, but conceivably even more so at her extraordinary exterior. Having been the product of genomic engineering she was far from your typical six year old, yet even so, her mind frame resolved to that of an adolescent her age, despite her astuteness going beyond that of the norm.
Her diminutive feet carried her preceding unknown fragrances and marvels, towards a source to which had grabbed hold of her attention; miniature cement turtles ejecting water from their mouths around a massive tortoise to which liquid cascaded from various geysers in his shell. Having been as sheltered as she was, she professed this as feasibly a reenactment of how turtles naturally were when living in their habitations and pondered why the ones she’d been permitted to keep in her allotment hadn’t acted in a similar manner. She was then carried by a differing sense, as aromas from freshly baked confections brought her to a bakery; she crossed the threshold into the shop, curiously and gazed at all the delicacies around her, to which she had so seldom been granted consent to indulge in. The cavity in her abdomen gurgled with pristine appetite as she approached the glass that divided her from that which she so strongly desired.
“Cookie…” she murmured ever so tenderly.