Loyle
"Um... I don't know, and I don't care, and if you don't get away
from me, I'll sing at such a pitch that you would have unbeleivable
migrains." Loyle said. "My highest song was when I was 13,
it made a local Pylean's head explode. Sadly, my voices have
deepened over the years." Loyle prepared to sing at a very high
volume and pitch, he began, it was strong enough to give Loyle
migrains, very painful migrains.
Derem
Startled, Derem turned into his demon form, "Who the heck are you?"
Derem asked, needles at the ready. When Loyle began his song, Derem
covered his ears
Constina looked to Otomara, and blushed as he touched her wings.
They were sensitive, and she almost immediately snapped the back
into place. "I weigh 70 pounds, sir. But your wings most likely
wouldn't work, I'm afraid. You need quite thin and bird-like bones
to fly." She stated quickly, her face red and warm to the touch.
"Woah! What are those needles made of! Also scream into this," he
commanded holding a wooden box. Hearing the angel he spoke, "I am
so, so, sorry. Thank you for this." He began writing in a note book
and finally smiled, "To fly I'll need two ten foot wings. Probably
a light string."
He opened the door and stepped in, "That vest is a force field
generator. It lasts ten seconds before it needs a two hour rest.
These gloves let me climb on walls made out of stone. I wanted to
make a sword that sets on fire, but instead it alternates between
liquid and solid. I have more gadgets to. Any questions?"