RPG: And They Touched the Face of God

[Luzifer]

Rules:

1.No Godmodding (period)
2.No Cursing.
3.No spamming (all post should be at least four lines long)
4.No flaming

5.No more than three posts per day (This may get decrease because I know at least one person who might have trouble keeping pace if there are too many posts)
6.Have fun (this is the most important rule punishable by lethal injection (and the electric chair if you live in florida, and posse if you live in Texas))



7. I'm going to ask that every fifteen pages that everyone repost their character sheets in the sign up page. This is to confirm that you are still rping and to allow everyone to keep track of everyone else


8. After your character gains an ability or mutation have a small blurb at the bottom of your post describing it.


Example: Allana grinned and felt new power surge into her fists... bending the flowing tnedrils of Anima to her will her hands erupted into fire. etc etc etc


New ability: Flaming Fist (using her skill at manipulating Anima based fire Allana is able to set her hands on fire without taking damage from them)


Feel free to ask me questions if you have any and to make requests if you so desire. Remember if your not having fun with this RP I’m not doing my job.

The blue letter, an H, hovered slightly in the black currents. There the flashing lights of human souls moving past them gave this region of the Anima a darkened feel. Relatively few souls passed through this area anymore. This cycle was almost at its completion however neither the white nor the black letters (Y and W respectively) could decided whether or not now was the proper time to finish the cycle. Not even the blue could tell how long it had been since the first cycle or even if there had been a first cycle, so long had this been going on.

“We should do it sooner rather then later. Bring in the conflict of Chaos so that from it a newer strong world can be made! This world has grown reticent and does not change, it will stagnate and die! Every forest needs sweeping wildfires to stay healthy and we can provide that!” said the black, his voice brimming with his own confidence. This one was infinitely logical and technically speaking was probably right but did not take into account the misery it might cause. To him misery wasn’t really even a factor, merely an illusion spread by people who didn’t think because they lacked the keenness of mind to pierce through it. “The Anima is growing thin, soon the cycle will stop on its own but at that point it will have lost momentum. Better to end it while there are still a large number of souls that can bear through the Dissension.”

“But…the more people there are the more misery there will be, the more people will suffer.” Here the Black interrupted saying the ether of the Anima could take the strain of the suffering but the White kept talking, knowing that the Black would miss the point he had been going for, “No! I mean we cannot make these people suffer! Our mission should be to protect these souls, these portioned fragments of Anima from suffering at all costs! I think we should wait until more souls have passed through so that we can avoid the collateral damage. Even though I’m loathe to cause it in the first place.” I was rare, now that Blue thought about it that Y would speak so much and so harshly, even though his voice was calm and wise from the outside. Normally Y would avoid the argument with kind words but here of course he couldn’t and though he tried to remain his normally passive state it was obvious he was deeply adamant about his position.

“But then we loose the momentum and the next world will have problems with its inception. The amount of humans that come might not even be enough to bring about the Resurrection!” It was obvious W was getting excited as he was putting his opponent in what he thought was a logical corner, but then Black was one of will and logic and not of the emotions necessary to understand the one with whom he was debating.

“We can put more of our energy into the living world… it will support us.”

“That may be but our duty is to not interfere. We should only end and remake the world with possibly a small amount of influence during the hours of Chaos. The world should exist in its own right.”

“Silence…” whispered the Blue Letter. He was growing rather tired with those two elements and decided to ask the one whose vote could swing either way, the one who would ultimately determine when the Dissension came. “You haven’t spoke yet. What do you think?” He asked toward the Red Letter (another H).

The Red hesitated, thinking over his answer and when he had obtained it mustering the courage to say it. He never really liked to talk and this was especially true when Black and White could not agree, it was unavoidable given his nature, those two had to be in perfect concert in order for the Red to be able to act to its fullest potential. He was still hesitant even when he spoke, “Well… I think that man is no longer growing. They have reached an apex, and unfortunately there does not appear to be a down slope. They have made their world too stable… and…if its too stable no one can grow strong. Peace is too easily given. I think the world should be unmade.”

“So be it…” muttered the Blue… the Sigil of the Binding flashing in front of the four… “We return”


Several Months later:

Mastema woke up, his eyes gazing into the twisting currents of the purple sky. They sky seemed to flow, and indeed it did, for the sky was the currents of Anima, made visible by the sheer number of souls swelling inside it. The currents, the small swirls and crosswise eddies being accepted moved toward on pole of the world… or rather they looped around the world. Since Chaos was an orb much like earth, though smaller and with only large lakes and not oceans. The overall land surface area of Chaos was only slightly greater then the former United North American alliance, which had been an amalgam of Mexico, Canada, and the United States. It was the looping of Animaic energies over Chaos that allowed it to maintain itself. At one pole of Chaos there was a giant sink, where all the lines of Anima fell into the earth and then passed through the core of Chaos before coming out the other end to go back into the sky. It was through this method that Anima passed through the ground and then bubbled up its spiritual energy up through the ground. This might come up in the form off a spring or a gas or it might even be converted by one of the Chaos trees (actually a peaceful, Harmony demon) that would covert it into a large fruit. It was through the consumption of such materials that hunger was sated and the thought made Mastema notice his own stomach’s rumblings and he sat up. He had slept on the ground, not having bartered for a mat but he didn’t really mind, over the past few months he had gotten used to sleep on the hard earth…or the soft earth as not all rocks in Chaos were hard, these though, happened to be.

He stood up and began walking through the camp that him and his fellow travels had made… which was pretty much just setting their stuff down and going to sleep. It was ramshackle but it was fitting and it didn’t seem to hurt anything so as far as Mastema was concerned it was good. He let himself move past the other members of his group, almost floating with grace. The first person he passed was Miguel Graywind. He remembered their meeting, Miguel couldn’t believe how passive Mastema was but Mastema had argued that forcing the world inevitably resulted in backlash. Though it didn’t seem like Miguel believed what Mastema said he had decided to follow him irregardless.

The next person was Link. The boy was odd but that never bothered Mastema who was quite odd himself though in a different way. Mastema was not exactly certain why Link traveled together with him but he supposed it was for lack of any other sort of direction and the random wanderings of a group seemed more meaningful then those of loner.

The last one to have joined was the one called Aruzaer. A calm, and unusually unobtrusive Orderite that had joined him not more then a weak ago. He was never inclined to agree with those who followed the Philosophy of Order, as his relationship with Miguel would indicate, but this one was unusually mellow and it certainly was refreshing. The world moved in mysterious ways indeed.

Mastema sighed, he liked these wanderings. The travel with no really destination, just letting the currents of the earth push and pull one where ever it might lead them without care for what was over the next hill. He gripped his chest, the mark beneath sent urges of pain through him for a moment but they passed and he looked toward the Seal of the Body. He always knew where it was, ever since he had stepped on Chaos’ ground. He dipped his hands into the brook the rolled by through the arch of two tree roots. He lifted the sweet spiritual liquid to his mouth and drank it, and instantly was refreashed.


Samael woke up alone. He liked it this way. Sitting up he looked toward where his comrades where sleeping. He was the last one to sleep and was the first one up. This gave him a nice period of peace where he could be alone. He hesitated before letting his eyes fall on any of them. What if they opened there eyes and saw him looking at them? What would they think? Would it matter? He decided to move in chronological order in how they had joined his group, if only because it would keep him from having a reason as to who to look at first.

He let his eyes flow briefly over Edena. She was a hassle. For some reason after he had decided not to kill her for trying to steal his scythe she had started following him around and occasionally grabbing him. He couldn’t understand why she did that but what he did know was that it was awkward for him and he didn’t care for it. Contact was not something he could take in large doses and hers was a keg.

Then there was Makiko. She pressed him almost as much as Edena but she wasn’t nearly as aggressive about it. He had saved her when she was in trouble since she didn’t appear to have any way of defending herself. Afterwards she had continued with him, he assumed it was because it was safer for her to. He could understand that and to that end he let her stay, though he still tried to avoid talking whenever possible.

Lastly, there was Saif. He didn’t know much about the boy but he didn’t really need to. He didn’t feel it was his position to know anything nor was it something he wanted, he preferred a cool distance between himself and others, so they never had to learn about his weaknesses..

Silently, Samael stood up and walked to a near by tree, stepping a near by hill covered in knee high grass that sang a sweet and haunting melody as the wind blew through it. Tuning Grass, he always called it because, each blade, depending on its height and thickness produced a particular note when blown on, like a tuning fork. He began to hum and old song from the old world to himself… he had always taken a fascination to the world music… perhaps it was the nature of his role in the world.

There are beads
that wrap around your knees
that crackle into the dark
Like a walk in the park
ike a hole in your head
Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead
This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
We feel no emotion
as we spiral down to the world
And I guess it's worth your time
Because there's some lives you live
And some you leave behind
It gets hard to explain
The gardenhead knows my name *

After he got to the tree he went silent and picked from its branches a large gnarled-looking fruit. Bringing the fruit back down to the camp he started a small fire with some Tuning grass and a flint steel he had “borrowed” in a previous town. He then set his scythe over it and, cutting the fruit into four pieces, set it on the blade of the scythe to cook. He knew this scythe well and knew it would not bend or warp or be at all affected by being used as a pan. It didn’t even pick up soot on the bottom but retained its shiny nature. The spiritual flesh of the fruit crackled and spat over the fire. In a moment of thought Samael rubbed the sigil on his throat and sighed, glancing slightly toward where one of the Seals was.


Macht jumped to his feet as soon as he awoke. He leaned back on his shoulders and then pushing against the ground leapt to his feet. He loved every minute of being in Chaos, the constant threat of being attack by demons made him constantly giddy. It was all he could do to keep up his normal thoughtful demeanor.

The purple sky glimmered with power and he absorbed it into himself. He looked around him at his cohorts… his squad of fellow travelers fighting across the face of Chaos to find a way to resurrect the world. There was Seraf, the first to join his group, and a man perpetually welling a suit from the previous world and having a formal and orderly grace about him. He always seemed focus on the betterment of humanity in ways that Macht never understood. To Macht, if humanity got better it was just a side effect of having a good time! Battles and war. That’s what this world was about.

Then there was Babs, a pretty girl who had joined not to long ago but he got the feeling didn’t particular care for him. She seemed to gravitate more towards Seraf, which he frankly wasn’t to surprised about. Seraf was a good man and he happened to be bit too…free-spirited with violence for most people’s taste but that just made his job easier as far as he was concerned. After all, he had to look at this logically.

Finally, there was Sikander, a strange name for a strange person. He had Egyptian looking features and deep black skin that was reminiscent of statuettes that before the Dissension had been stored in museums. Hadn’t they been made of jet? Or was it merely a dark marble? It wasn’t important. What was important was that the man was quite capable and had been an asset in a few tight spots even if Macht wasn’t completely certain why he was here… something to do with an appreciation of his decisiveness.

It was a strange world but for now Macht focused on his hunger… he need too replenish his spiritual energy and so he walked toward a large lake. It stretched outward and it moaned as faces flitted, and gasped across its surface. It was a strange sight indeed but one Macht took without hesitation having seen many such strange sights since coming to Chaos. He bent down and drank straight from the water, feeling a deep coldness in his gut as the chilling sorrow of the water seeped into his veins. His head began to hurt a little as the illogic of the emotion flooded his system and he placed his hand on the mark on his forehead. Five degrees north thirty degrees west, two hundred miles off. He sighed… but he’d deal with that later. For now he had to get back to camp… he comrades would be waking soon.

[Chosen]

((OOC: Hard to keep up with that long post Luzy.))
Seraf stirred, his eyes flickered open, as a shiver ran down his spine. He slowly raised out of bed, and rubbed his eyes, before a yawn ran rampid in the air. "Macht?" He called out, due to the fact that after he looked around, he saw that macht was not their. Macht was a good person, even though he was a little...Untamed. Seraf had problems finding words to suit the persona that Macht had, maybe it was just him.

Seraf flexed his right hand, a long, thin blade, much like that of a Wakizashi's blade. He slashed at the air a few times, before allowing the blade to sink back into his flesh, allowing a gasp as the pain throbbed lightly. "Mn..."

((Sorry, it's a little short.))

[Opinionated]

OOC: Now, Luzy, you can't just throw a posse together. If you do that you'll have a useless pile of men, horses, and guns plus a long and embarassing speech from the sheriff.

BIC:
Sikander's eyes snapped open to a different location. There wasn't the sky or area where he'd bedded down. Instead, there was that odd split in the earth he saw often. It was morning there, too, and the nightime shadows that took on grotesque shapes were absent. Worse, the shadows seemed to move.

Without any warning, his view changed to the one his eyes should be seeing, but through a thermal spectrum. After a few seconds of vibrant yellows, oranges, reds, and greens, Sikander at last saw the world through the visible light spectrum. With that return to normalcy, Sikander sat, then stood up, stetching the tiredness from his body.

He saw that Seraf was awake, noted it. Saw Seraf prodding the air with his blade, and suddenly felt his own scimitar in it's sheath, still in his left hand. Neither having anything to say or a need to say anything, Sikander simply sat back down again, awaiting Macht's return.

[Nespa]

Babs eyes fluttered open and she yawned as she awoke. she saw that seraf and sikander were already awake. Brushing her hair in a decent shape she stood up and stretched. her ears twitched at the sounds around her and walked into a nearby bushy area. behind the bushed she came upon a small lake with some fish. she crouched and pulled her joujou from her pocket. she spinned it keeping a eye on the fishes and managed to get two with her joujou. after a few minutes she had four fishes and walked back to camp.


without saying a word she started a fire and putted the fishes above it. she sat done waiting until the fishes were done.

[Tetsanosuke]

Aruzaer opened his eyes slowly. While awaking from the definite rock bed he slowly raised his right hand up towards the purple flowing sky, he tempted to remove his cover, his silk wrappings with tightly bound strings and chain. He knew that whichever way he went he'd be throwing himself out through his hand or just bringing everything inside him. What was that feeling telling him to open the road to nothingness?

He turned the silk covered hand around as the purple crystal light from above caressed the edges of his aura. Beside him laid his staff, a long and metallic rod with a large ring about it's form with smaller rings around that. No matter how hard one could try that ring would never leave more then two feet away from that staff, and Aruzaer knew this from experience.

He never knew the origin of his name, Aruzaer Na'Mael, it came to him after the shard fell. He could hear the voice, the voice of eternity calling to him. He had no past at that point and no real definition. Well, to say he hadn't any at all would be a bit farther off, he only remembered his days at the Shinto shrine. Those days he learned much though significant labels and such have been clearly erased from his definition as well. He had no master he could remember, all the faces where blotted out or torn away from his past, or what could be called one.

Letting the hand drop from the sky, his headbands extra lengths came up in a small breeze, a draft of a sort perhaps. These rocks were too welcoming or at least he thought so. He stood up slowly and looked to the one he had been following, or, was he even following him? Or was he going with his own confidence locked deep within himself? He made his choices and he would be the one to decide... or was he really his own being?

Very little he did know at this point, there were so many new things out there and yet very little peoples out there to forge a new tapestry, a new dawn perhaps. He needed to let himself be the factor and make that choice. For the way of order can be willed by the mind of one but must be fueled by the Anima of many.

He brought the staff to his palm, it seemed that he started to get attached to it. He wouldn't let it out of his sight, but what significance does it really play? That, he didn't know.

[Luzifer]

Macht smirked as he watched everyone waking up. Such late sleepers... but oh well there wasn't really a rush anyway, he wanted to make Chaos last as long as he could, for this chance might never come again. "Mornin' ev'ryone" he said, his voice somewhat with a somewhat rural accent which seemed juxtaposed next when he sat down next to his book, a massive tome which was currently about the ecosystems of Chaos. "Git up and git ready, 'cause we're movin' out as soon as possible. There is a town not the fer away from 'ere and aftah that we are gonna 'ead over to Pandemonium, I don't think I've been to that city yet." He said an smirked and waited for everyone to set themselves to motion.

Mastema smiled, with divine, almost unaware, benevolence. "Are you up Aru?" He asked with sense of trandscendental calm oozing off of him. "Well, Anima wants us to travel that way today..." Here Mastema pointed to a point on the Horizon, "and I'd like to get moving so as soon as everyone is up and ready we should go."

[Nespa]

babs picked up and fish and putted it in her mouth. She ran to a nearby tree and climbed it sitting on a branch. she closed her eyes as she checked the surroundings her fuzzy ears twitched for a moment or two. she opend her eyes again and jumped down looking at mach.

Pulling the fish from her mouth she spoke "everything is clear"she took a bit out of the fish smilling.

[Tetsanosuke]

"Mast..." Aruzaer brought his attention to his 'leader' with a mellow though hinted with alert look. He looked back at the other companions who where yet to wake and sighed lightly, he leaned upon his staff as he took in the scenery. The Anima wanted them to follow the horizon, with this he had no problems. He hadn't a course to go either way and for now this was the best he had.

"When the others wake... We shall travel... but will it last until nightfall yet again?" He questioned, no real point behind it. He knew they'd have to because the world was different now. There were no street lights that would light your way nor anything else. There was but the sky, the sun, the moon and the anima.

"Disregard that Mastema... I already know." He let his eyes scan around once more to clarify he wasn't lost, or, he wasn't 'that' lost.

[.Gogo]

Makiko cracked open an eyelid, looking up at the sky. She stuck her tongue out to no one in particular, mearly due to the disdain of waking herself. She lifted herself up wearily into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. Stretching her arms high into the air she peered over to the side, seeing that Samael was awake. "Oh! Good morning!" she said cheerily to him.

[OOC: I apoligize for the size of this post, but I couldn't think of anything else to put yet <3]

[Luzifer]

Macht looked up at Babs, "Wha'? What 're you on about? Just finish eatin' an' prepare to go I don't much care for the idea of waitin' much longer." Still, he thought rubbing his chin, it would be logical to use the time he had to the best of its possible extents, "I'll scout the path out." He mutter and stood up.

He walked over to a fair sized shadow from a massive boulder that stood strangely isolated from others of its kind in the middle of the the area of trees. Still it was suitable. Closing his eyes he dove his mind deep into himself and grasped the thread of Anima that dwelled that pumped the spiritual conciousness into him. He then pulled on it, dragging Anima from the into his body and focusing it in his left hand. Placing that hand on the shadow tendrils of shade rose up along his forearm and wrapped around it. His conciousness flowed into the shadow and passed through it to other shadows. He saw what the shadows saw and gazed across the path that they would travel... the path had many trees and cliffs to shade it and that gave him a good view. Along a ridge about 3 miles along their route he could make out the forms of demons. They were a motley group indicating to him that they were probably of Dissonance origin.

He grinned and opened his eyes. "Come on!" He exclaimed loudly, "there're demons in our path and I want to catch them before they move on! So pack ya things and lets git outta he'e. "

Samael looked up slowly... his blue visible eye seemed distant and hardly awake as he gazed towards Makiko. She was always insanely cheerful and he never understood why. He prefered to stay cold and isolated, which almost made him laugh at times given the irony of it. Still, he kept this to himself because he knew no one would understand what the joke was about. Only three other people would...

Still he nodded toward her, not speaking because he didn't like to speak when it wasn't necessary. Speech in general wasn't necessary. That knowledge made himself sometimes. Well... hate was too strong a word.... devalue. "Get up. Get ready. We leave soon." With that he picked up one of the hot pieces of fruit, the sugar bubbling out of it as it was frying on the scythe blade. It was delicious as always. Sadly, it fell on a tongue to numb to taste.

Mastema smiled at Azu... the boy always said such wonderfully strange things. "Exactly...perhaps..." he said vaguely almost not aware of his own words. "The world always knows the best way to preserve itself..." hopefully the sleeping members of the group would wake up soon, though Mastema was not normally one to rush, he knew that one of the reasons for his traveling was not sensitive enough to Anima to know when to stop, to pull inward, and the other didn't really care to listen to it, disliking the possiblities hearing it would bring.

[Nespa]

Babs packed her stuff nibbeling on her fish and rolling her eyes. after swallowing she muttered "war maniac"she putted putted her few posesions in a small raggy backpack she along the road. And walkedt o the edge of the camp waiting for the other two. she took a few more bites while her ears twitched a bit checking her surroundings.

[CF Striker]

Saif quickly aproached from the west, running toward the tree where Samael sat at the tree. He was running a little late...and that probably wouldn't bode well. He had never seen Samael's tempetr flare up too bad though, of coarse before theese odd events he had never seen him much at all. There was a girl here now who seemed sorta familiar, but only by face. Saif strolled in and lifted a hand to wave a little from his billowing cloak.

"Hey, not too late I hope. I guess I wandered off a little too far. Are you heading out?"

He had been of because he had needed last night. Honestly, he probably need more nights like this. More nights to figure out why on earth he was here still, why this strange world needed him, especially in his half broken state. If he had the cogs of fate, he'd be dead with the rest of them.

He sighed to himself, hoping a pheonix really could be reborn from the ashes, both the world, and himself.

[ThunderBird]

Miguel woke up, sitting up straight as he yawned, eyes still closed. He scratched the back of his neck before finally opening his eyes and looking around himself. "Where am I...." He muttered to himself. Miguel could never remember where he was if he wasn't in his own bed, but all it took to remember was just seeing something familiar, in this case it was the group of people he was with. "Oh...right..." He muttered, lying back down and wanting to sleep some more. He never did like waking up in the morning, not having the feeling of relaxation during the nights.

He rolled over, rolling on top of a rock or something, jabbing into his back as he sat up again. "Alright, I'm up...." He got up, rubbing his face, yawning a bit before grabbing his katanas , tying them off on his right side. "Mornin' Mastema, Aruzaer." He said, looking to them. "Where we heading today?"

[Luzifer]

"What was that ya mutta'ed?" Mact said with a smirked as he flicked Babs on the forehead with one finger. "I don't th'nk its polite to be saying thin's behind someones back. But come on lets get out of here" Macht brushed back his hair and held it like that for a moment as he looked at her with a vague condensention, revealing on his forehead the large sigil. Turning, he walked away and his hair fell back in front of the tattoo. Excitement tingled in his veins as he thought about the coming fight, his hand gently stroking the hilt of his sword, Ereous.

Samael looked up with inwardly focused eye dull and coated with a glaze of ice. "Soon. Not yet. Wait a moment" he then turned back to the fruit pieces he still had on his scythe blade.

Mastema smiled over to Miguel, "Morning. Did you sleep well?" he then thought about the boy's question, "Well... I don't know, but I'm sure that no matter where we go that is where we were meant to go so I wouldn't worry to much about it. It would just ruin everything if we tryed to hard to have a direction."

[Nespa]

Babs turned and yelped when Macht flicked her forehead. she rubbed it annoyed somehow the movement was familiar and not just because he did it everytime she would mutter something and he would hear it. she shook her head not bothering to think to deeply on it. Putting her hands in her pockets she followed him after she discarted the remains of her breakfast. She knew the others would follow eventualy, she sighed 'why am i with this guy again..' she looked at macht's back 'right becase i was tired of being alone'. she grummbled something obscene under her breath and pushed her hands deeper in her pockets.

[Tetsanosuke]

Aruzaer was in a light daze as the words floated about, Mastema and Miguel were just tossing around ideas and questions, nothing that seemed to take hold of his lost definition. Nothing seemed to matter but the task in the long run at this point. He could feel Xao'na, his staff and rings resonate softly as the anima of approaching life forms came into sensing distance.

"So.. what could be about here? Mastema... what creatures may there be around here?" He lifted his staff fro the ground before walking to his 'leaders' side, his silk wrapped hand made it upon Mastema's shoulder. "Shall we inspect or digress?" He questioned lightly, still within his daze.


Ability Discovered:
Anima Sense: By letting the flow of Anima go through his staff to the hole in his hand, it can tell Aru about approaching forms of life.

[Luzifer]

"Ya strange. I don't see how ya can be sa sad with a fight comin' up!" Macht smiled with vicious pleasure to Babs. He was truly was having more fun here then he had had in all the time that he could remember. He wanted to make the joy of these days last so that he could get stronger and fight harder things and thus have more fun. He pulled out his large tome from his backpack, it was the same reason he read books. The more he knew the better he could argue with people that disagreed with him. Arguing and debating held its own pleasures of conflict.

"I don't know the creatures... though i know someone who would though he is far afield. But I doubt it matters... let us go in this direction" here he pointed to a seemingly random point in the distance, "I feel that there is where we must go. And if not I'm sure the walk will be fun." he he gave a slight serene smile, he loved walking through the beauty of nature, watching the water roll down the cliffs and hills. He so rarely had gotten out before. He had always been a little envious of his brother, who could leave at will, dispite himself. "If we meet them along the way, well... we don't need to worry about that until its proper time."

[Tanarus]

(For the sake of typing, I'm not putting the accent over the second 'a' in Racán's name.)

Weary eyes popped open within a dust-covered face. Soft sounds of life whispered in dusty ears, warning the mind of possible threats before eyes could focus. Racan sat up suddenly, grasping his two-hander blade on the ground beside him. It was rather plain looking, stolen from the corpse of a defeated demon. He studied the clearing in which he had slept, as if he did not remember falling asleep in it.

Where am I? I don't remember... Oh, yes. I'm still not awake, I guess. he thought blearily. He had fought with a demon till late at night. He had been so exhausted afterwards that he simply walked a short distance from the body and lay down, fast asleep.

With that memory in hand, Racan stabbed the tip of his blade into the soft dirt beneath him and heaved himself up with it. He streched a bit, then grasped his blade once more. Scanning the area briefly, he slowly made his way towards the telltale signs of fighting.

"Ah, there you are. Lost your head without me, I see." He said with a slightly 'off' laugh. The demon had been victim to Racan's battle-butchery. He was no trained swordsman; there was no finesse in the way this demon had been maimed. Gashes covered the misshapen heap of former demon, and Racan still couldn't decide whether or not it had died from loss of blood, or beheading. For indeed, the head lay nearby, face in a slightly shocked expression. The corpse smelled horrible; it obviously was beginning to decay. Racan scanned it one last time for something to loot from it, then left with a shrug and a sigh. It was never fun to kill, just to fight. The demon should have guarded it's neck.

Racan didn't really know where to go, now. Up to this point, demons had been finding him, not the other way around. They were great fun, and Racan hadn't escaped without a wound or two, but he still wanted someone better to fight. Half the time he killed was because of the pitiful expressions the demons made once they realized they were going to die. Nothing should ever plead for mercy. It's disgusting.

Before long, Racan came to a path. Where the heck was he? He'd heard from the demons he'd slain that he was somewhere near 'Pandemonium', but he never really paid attention. He'd just wanted to fight.

"I'm hungry..."

[Nespa]

Babs snorted "perhaps it had something to with last time" she glared at his back "or have you forgotten that i almost became there diner that time?". Babs disliked fights with demons mostly because she just could not fight those, she tryed a few times but it always ended up with her either being captured or being saved or a combination of both. She crossed her arms stil walking behind him "becoming human broth not my idea of a fun time ya know" she rubbed her forehead again. "so if you don't mind i sit this one out at a safe distance"she smirked "the more there are for you to kill". she yawned a bit as her ears twitched.

[.Gogo]

Makiko shrugged "Mmkay." She stood up, packing up her things. Somehow the girl always seemed to posess an abundance of energy, she was always cheery and a magnet for optimism. She raised an eyebrow as she watched Sameal eat off of his scythe. "I don't think that's very healthy.."

The sound of a voice alerted her to the presence of another, and she looked over her shoulder to see an unidentifiable man. "Hi-hi!" she exclaimed cheerily, waving at him "I don't believe we've introduced ourselves to eachother yet. And since Samael doesn't talk much I don't think he's mentioned your name to me before either. I'm Makiko, and you're..?"

[lovegoddessai]

Teritha appeared to be sleeping, but anyone looking closely enough would have seen that though she lay curled on the rocky ground, her eyes were wide open and staring into face of the infant currently using her body as a crib. She didn't understand it, but Ahram seemed to store energy, maybe even Anima itself, while he slept and the longer he did so, the less likely he was to fuss. Her body was beginning to ache from lying awake in that position for so long, despite being used to meditative positions, and she was getting a headache from listening to Macht speak.

She carefully rose and put the child in her lap, pulling the napsack that she used to carry him in front of her and digging around inside and producing a strip of dried meat to chew on.

It wasn't that she disliked Macht, but having had a father who was a stickler for dialect and acted as a language teacher herself while living abroad, she felt a well-hidden annoyance that such a well-read person abused speech the way he did. By no means did she underestimate his intelligence; being rich, a woman and often a foriegner, she knew and took advantage of how often a person could be underestimated based on appearance.

Macht was saying something about demons in their path and a small smirk slid onto her face. He may not be stupid but he sure was predictable, Teritha could fight when necessary, but since joining Macht's group 'necessary' became more often than seemed possible before. Ahram's red and black eyes shot open as she loaded him into the napsack and he looked at her curiously for a moment before she flipped the pack around and secured it on her back, tying a quiver full of arrows to her leg and picking up her modified long bow/sheath.

Ahram

Ability Discovered: Energy/Anima Osmosis
Ability Description: Absorbing energy or anima in place of food

[Tetsanosuke]

Aruzaer let out a small dazed chuckle as though his mind was dancing across a florescent landscape within the distant confounds of his mind. He seemed as though a radiant light had lifted him now and no worry was shown as previous. He looked to Mastema after he told him what was what.

He then proceeded to leaning against a large rock near their site, facing towards the direction Mastema pointed out. He let his eyes gaze out at the Anima filled sky as the sense went through him again, though he ignored it this time.

[unspun]

Hmm, I searched for another thread like this before I posted and I couldn't find it, but I didn't say username, only screen name.but there IS one.... I wonder if this one will get deleted

[Luzifer]

Macht smirked a bit at Babs, "How ya gonna git strong if ya stay in the back? Conflict breeds strength, just read Nietzsche" here he reached into a satchel at his side and pulled out a book and offered it to her, "Also Sprach Zarathustra von Fredrich Wilhelm Nietzsche Ein Buch f&#252;r jeden und niemand." he said the German flowing off his tongue without him thinking about it. It was only after he said it that he realized he was giving her a copy in the original German, something she probably couldn't read. So dipping his hand back in his sack and shifting Kritik der reinen Vernunft von Immanuel Kant and finally got his hand around an english copy of The Will to Power. This he handed to Babs while he looked up to Tentha, "Hurry up, woman! We ain't got the time ta be wastin'"

Samael looked up at Makiko for a moment, "I'm fine." she then was walking away and he doubted she heard him which was fine with her. Anything that cut the conversation short was fine with him.

Turning to his cohorts, if they might be called that, Mastema gave a tolerant accepting smile, "Now, let us go. I'm sure there is much walking that will be done before the day is out." With that he walked in the direction to which he had previously point occasionally looking back to make sure everyone was following him.

[CF Striker]

Saif smilied, a gentle but not excited smile. At one time he had a little of that joyous enthusiasm, but not now. He replied, "I'm Saif. Soo..Makiko, I guess you'll be one of my traveling companions, huh? Pleased to meet you." He tried to be freindly, and hoped he didn't sound dull.