Locus nodded, satisfied. 'So, not too tight with information,
huh? That's good. At least he makes mistakes on that front.'
Locus thought. "A Demon? Now how'd that happen?" Locus asked,
hoping to gain a bit more knowledge.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Cari looked up at the window, and glared. She held up her other
hand, hoping to be able to go through the glass with her powers.
"Everybody has something they fear." She hissed. Doing this,
however, caused her to weaken her grip on the power hitting Vix.
"Hi." Locus said sarcastically, raising a hand and rolling his
eyes. He'd play along... for now. "Now, as I was saying, how'd that
happen? It's not like you just walk up to a Demon and say 'You work
for me now.', right?" He asked.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Cari shrieked, slamming into the ground and struggling to get up.
Blood poured from an open slice on her arm, but she ignored it and
struggled back up.
"Ha, no. Demon is... well, for one, he's definately not remotely
close to human. He's powerful and wild and his energy is constantly
being restrained by Vix. However, in the brief time he's in
control, he follows my orders because he is scared of me." Gray
replies.
Vix rams into Cato as soon as she's up, knocking her into the wall.
She pressed one hand against Cari's throat, claws gleaming with her
blood.
Name:
Andrew Nickname:
Drew Gender:
Male Age:
14 Number:
RM-71 Appearance:
Drew always wears a green shirt, with green pants. He is a little
bit short, and wears a fedora. Personality:
Drew doesn't want to be seen, ever. He says within the shadows,
looking over the people. He talks, only if it's an emergency. Abnormality:
He can create illusions that look realistic. The illusion can be
anything. Other:
Nope.
Cari hissed angrily, clutching her injured arm with her other arm,
glaring at Vix. Painfully, she brings up one arm and attempts to
place it against Vix's head, whispering "sleep".
Locus 'hmph'ed. "That's useful." he said. He looked at the fight.
Bloodshed was something he was used to. He'd just never seen it in
this way. "Is it to the death?" Locus asked. He looked at the
others. "I disagree. It's nowhere near almost. It's just not.
Fighting is not a constructive use of time. What you'd call
'boring', I'd call 'time to think'."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.