Never Broke A Bone Club

Never Broke A Bone Club

A tightly knit group of 'punk' kids must survive their school's peppy athletic festival. Just a small, comedic little ditty of an anime RP.

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Image Image xImageImageImageImagex Image Image THIS WILL BE A VERY SHORT ONE SHOT RP. Meaning it's only going to last a couple weeks at most. The posts will come short and fast, with a maximum word limit to ensure conciseness. Characters will be made in a single night. I'm not asking for a long term commitment, but only join if your next few weeks are generally free.

TURN BACK NOW IF YOU ARE NOT AN EXPERIENCED RPER. Normally I am very happy to walk newer users through the whole process, but due to the speedy nature of the RP I need players who can cooperate with others, take initiative on their own, and know their way around the website. While I'm at it, if the idea of putting your characters through general torment doesn't give you some sort of sadistic pleasure, this RP is not for you.

MATURE THEMES AHEAD. Swearing, vulgarity, and so forth. This RP is just a funny, anime-style diddy, but may still include darker subjects or sexual language. I'm not expecting super detailed character sheets, but regardless characters must be unique, and possess depth that goes past what is written on their profile. Click away if the thought of these things do not excite you.
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Alright, I'll keep this brief.

This RP is about a tightly knit group of overly dramatic, introverted 'punk' kids who are forced to participate in an extremely peppy and enthusiastic athletic festival.

A little background to this eyeliner-wearing group of friends; they're all members of the
Never Broke A Bone club at school. It's sort of like a joke cult where they praise the bone gods and calcium lords for blessing them with superior skeletal structures. That's how they all met and became close.

This club serves the purpose of adding a little tension to this story of ours. If any of these skinny goth kids get hurt during the festival and break a bone, they will be
immediately kicked out of the place where their friends are always hanging out. Trust me, I can make things dangerous.

Appeal of the RP?

Each character is
super fucking weird. Satirical, blunt, anime-style comedy. Focus on character relationships and sassy, snappy dialogue. I expect facial piercings, attempts to summon demons to get out of the relay race, black coffee, cursing the sunlight, perverted jokes, and so on. Hopefully the short nature of the RP will increase the chances of its completion.


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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jane Cruikshank Character Portrait: Rēina Rose

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Jane Cruikshank
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Location: mrs. harris' room
Not Mrs. Harris...

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As Jane was being dragged to Mrs. Harris' room, all she could think about was the tiny volleyball skirt Reina would be wearing later. There is no logical reason that the school should allow girls to wear such revealing clothing, but could Jane really complain? All the school was doing was aid her perversion. All the innocent females would be sexually violated with Jane's eyes.

When arriving to the room, Jane's asthma was getting the better of her. Between running to the locker room and trying to keep up with Reina to the class room, her airways were tightening. She almost hadn't noticed the profane scene in front of her as she reached for her inhaler, but Reina let out a deafening noise in disgust. Jane's eyes went wide as one of her favorite teachers was touching an underage boy. "EW Mrs. Harris what the actual fuck?! You're married!!" Nothing upset Jane more than cheating, but that's another story.

The two ran out of the room leaving Jane with the desire to scratch her own eyes out. She trained her gaze on Reina's glossy eyes. Once again she was complaining about the lack of man on man action. "Now missy, don't let out any more tears or I might just have to lick them up. You know I wouldn't be opposed to us dressing up as guys and filming our own Yaoi..." She chuckled as she wiped away an adorable little tear from the girl's rosy pink eyes. She walked over to the TV which was precariously placed on a mobile table. "So are we taking this somewhere or using it here? You know I don't want to miss any of the sports fun outside."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Darling Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Raven Emarat Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Zandra Moon

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    "Fine, Lilith, but I'm pricking your finger to help with the summoning. This little guy needs a lot of blood." Roxanne swiftly explained, bending Luca down and wrapping his arms around her neck and shoulders. Lowering him down, Roxy grabbed her bag and tugged him a long to behind a wall - was that Raven? Whatever. Pulling out her brass tea light for burning incense, the self-titled 'Queen of Vampires' hummed as she pulled out a bright red-based lighter as the smoke got ready.

    Next came a sad, red container. Getting up, she swiftly made a red circle in paint, moving the incense container and making a star within the circle. "Luca, when you sit down, grab hold of the incense container for me and make sure it keeps smoking."

    The pressure was on for the next thirty minutes, and Roxy already had the small bowl and drawing her own blood from the palm of her hand with a small Swiss army knife. A hiss of pain and a lady boner later, her blood was freely flowing dripping into the bowl. "I know exactly the monster we need - but be wary. The incantation even states itself he's the embodiment of evil - might even devour the soul before this is all done and over... as well as a few towns worth of people." A shiver ran down the lavender haired female's body.

    She clearly found this guy uncomfortable to talk about herself.

    "Anyone here needs to add a few drops of their own blood to this. I have bandages inside my bag too." Had Emery, Vincent, and everyone else followed? Zandra... she probably didn't, did she? Oh well. That disapproving look she gave Roxanne at the start of all this told the entire story of where she probably was.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Darling Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Rēina Rose Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy

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Luca was glad when Roxy pulled him down to her level. He was finally able to think clearly as Roxy pulled him away.

Sitting down Luca followed orders and held onto the incense container. Doing his best to keep it going. Then when Roxy mentioned others Luca saw his chance to be useful. (And he was going to make sure everyone was going to be giving blood.) "I'll get them here,"
Luca said to Roxy with a smirk and then he leaned backwards. "Someone help!"
He called out to where he group was. "I split boiling hot coffee on my pants. Someone get them off me!" He yelled, faking panic. That would surely get Emery to come. Then Reina would come soon after, probably with Jane being happily dragged along. Luca cracked his knuckles, ready to manhandle anyone who appeared and didn't want to donate blood to his cause. So long as he could to than from down on the ground.

Then Luca looked back at Roxy with a cool look. "My turn then. Cut away," Luca lazily threw his hand towards her. "Let's get it over with." He just hoped she wouldn't try to bite him after cutting his hand open. Though he probably owed her that for this demon stuff.

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Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Vincent Hart

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VINCENT HART & LILITH ARONOV
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Lilith nodded eagerly at Roxy before following her and Luca to someplace that seemed totally not spooky. Vincent trailed behind begrudgingly as Lilith's grip on him was akin to steel. Her reason for him accompanying her was not because she enjoyed his company, but because she thought that perhaps Roxy would need a sacrifice.

Even if she didn’t however, he could always be used as a human shield.

“I, uh, don’t feel good about this,” he said loudly as Roxy began to describe the demon. “M-maybe we can help Luca some other way?” He knew his suggestion would be lost on everyone, but it was worth a try. He sighed and only trembled slightly as he watched her blood begin to trickle into the bowl.

God, he was going to be sick.

“Oh, shut up Vincent,” Lilith commented. Her grip on his forearm hadn't loosened and he was mostly sure the firmness wasn’t from fear but rather anticipation. “We might actually see someone's soul get devoured. Isn’t that like so cool?” She meant for there to be an added, ‘and it’s not even my fault!’ but it was lost in translation.

As Luca began to scream about his pants though, Lilith could only yell back, “Just kidding, he pissed himself on the walk over! Come if you’d like to see it though!” His misfortune was her amusement. Though it would be that way for everyone, forever.

However upon remembering that blood needed to be donated Lilith quickly volunteered Vincent’s hand. Taking a switch blade from her pant pocket (it was a safety precaution against her enemies) she then cut his hand and let a few drops drip into the bowl. Wiping the blade against his shirt she then cut her own hand with delicate motions.

“I don’t think you should have used the same blade on your hand . . . what if you get ill or something.” Tentatively he reached out toward Roxy in hopes she would receive his intended gesture for the bandages.

Lilith could only shrug, “So? I can just pay for it to be treated. I’m not a plebeian like you.” Her eyes rolled dramatically before her attention was once again on Roxy and Luca. “Hurry up! We only have like fifteen more minutes.” Wow, time sure seemed to fly when you’re having fun!

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Darling Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Zandra Moon Character Portrait: Vincent Hart

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ImageImageImage"I spilt boiling hot coffee on my pants!"

Hmm. It appeared Emery was being summoned.

Luca was in clear need of undressing, and who else to do the job for him? The pervert looked up from his selected stretching 'volunteer', the back of his neck prickling. His large hands had already completely engulfed Zandra's wrists in preparation for an invigorating... athletic session.

"...I am being called." The seventeen year old dragged Zan behind him as he strode away after the others.

He materialized among them (with his harem member in tow) as if he had been the lecherous demon Roxanne had been praying for. Emery arrived to see no coffee-splattered pants in sight, only club members slitting themselves open for some kind of sacrificial ritual.

"Boring. Why? Because the rest of you are up to the usual, I see."

Emery released Zandra, immediately grabbing Vincent instead. He pressed his mouth over the cut on the quiet boy's hand, sweeping his tongue over the injury like it was something delicious.

He fully expected to have his own hand cut any time now. Emery's harem members, of course, only wanted him for his body.

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Character Portrait: Emery Darling Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Zandra Moon Character Portrait: Vincent Hart

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Zandra watched in contempt as the whole group went off to do their ungodly ritual, with poor Vincent sadly getting dragged along with them. Slowly edging her away from the field, she was attempting to snake her way out of this stupid event and go fuck off somewhere else.

But of course, someone had to shout something that even slightly suggested they would need to remove clothing, and so Emery was on them like a bloodhound. And he dragged Zan along with him. Why? She had absolutely no fucking clue, but she did know she was getting that much closer to just offering up Emery as the sacrifice for whatever fucking ritual they were doing.

After Zan was released from his grip, she gave flipped the bird at him before he went on to molest mess with Vincent. She stayed near the edge of the group to watch the events unfold, fully prepared to run the fuck away if the situation called for such.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Darling Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Zandra Moon Character Portrait: Vincent Hart

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    Checkthe clock Roxanne, because time is of the essence. Silently taking the blade and slicing at Luca's hand, then wiping down the blade and slicing at Emery as he did... that weird, Emery thing.

    She just had to ignore her own lady boner from the sudden increase in blood. Delicious, ruby-colored and flowing... blood... Focus, Roxy! She gently made sure to continue bleeding into the cup, reluctantly looking at Vincent and her bag. "I have to keep bleeding in order to make up for the other members we don't have, give me a few more seconds." Opening and closing her hand, she watched as her hand began to drip in a more rapid motion. Man, this cut was going to suck to clean for awhile.

    Keeping her hand hovering as she watched the pool in the cup get larger, she dug out the needed medical supplies and set them by her beloved peasants. Typically, she wasn't the one who was losing a lot of blood - something she might regret later. But that was neither here nor there. Once done, she put down the 'ritual blade' away from the circle, taking a deep, deep breathe.

    It was time to work with the chanting. She'd bandage her own hand after this was said and done, no doubt. Time was ticking, and she wasn't about to actually waste any on something that wasn't life threatening yet.

    "I'm going to start the incantation, I expect everyone to focus on simply summoning the demon, okay?" Roxanne breezed through, taking a hold of the incense holder from Luca. While the ritual began something normal, the more focused she got in it, the farther down the rabbit hole she seemed to go. In fact, she had gotten so into it, she had begun to speak in tongues.

    It began simply - intense wind blowing, the faint glow of the circle - before strange things even began to occur to the technology. The devils number began to blink on the digital clocks, windows rattling. Whatever this girl was doing, it was working, the blood traveling out of the cup and around the outline of the pentagram. Out from a sudden black cloud emerging, came a wisp-like creature that slowly began to solidify, red-like embers emerging from segments of it's head. A twisted grin formed on it's face - but when it's mouth opened? A distorted, demonic scream and grunt escaped it.

    Looks like it couldn't speak to them in any manner they could understand, but the weather and clocks returned to normal as it's red eyes stared at the group. Truth be told? Roxy was pretty close to pissing herself in shook and wooziness.

    Oh... Oh dear God. It... worked?! Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck! Frick fracking fuck! She was a vampire queen goddamn it, not a demon summoner! Anxiety and shock aside, the creature itself seemed like it was slowly starting to test it's own ability to turn transparent, it's hand appearing one moment, disappearing the next.

    Invisibility? Apparently, it meant business.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Darling Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Zandra Moon Character Portrait: Vincent Hart

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Any hope Vincent secretly had that perhaps he could get away before the demon arrived was soon shattered as stranger - otherworldly - things began to happen around him. Fearfully he disregarded the fact that Emery had licked his hand with his tongue, and instead began to cling onto him. He knew that in the whole scheme of things if whatever Roxy was summoning wanted him dead, he would be dead, but clutching onto someone was . . . . comforting.

“Hail Mary, full of grace . . . ,” Vincent wasn’t as much of a Catholic as his family was, but he felt that in his final hour he might as well try regain penance.

“Stop being so fucking dramatic,” Lilith shouted angrily, the sound of wind making her unsure if her insult was actually heard. She hoped it had.

Roxy was a sight to behold with her mouth talking in tongues and a faraway gaze that made both Vincent and Lilith feel as though she was too far gone. Vincent began to pray harder, and tightened his grip on Emery before he felt another person clutching at his arm as well.

Lilith looked at him with a harsh glare but remained otherwise silent. Her feet were planted on the ground as to not be swept away with the winds, and her face was neatly tucked into the shoulder of Vincent's. If anyone clutched onto her, she didn’t notice nor did she care.

The wind began to die down however, and in its place came a black mist that reminded her of a black hole. She was sorely tempted to place her hand in the mist to see if would swallow her, but alas L'appel du vide was not strong enough.

However, the sudden emergence of a creature that looked to be straight out of Hell appeared, and with it an ear shattering screech.

God damn, it worked for once and holy fuck was she scared. Vincent was too, but he was too shell shocked to move, nonetheless talk.

Lilith opened her mouth to speak, but it felt too dry and the words would not formulate correctly. She pried her fingers off of Vincent's arm with much effort and began to scrutinize the being more carefully.

The creature’s cowl was shaped like the smoke that came from it’s head and it’s eyes were as red as a human’s heart. Smiling it blinked at them, it’s long talon like fingers turning invisible. The archaic writing that was etched on its skin seemed to glow at, what Lilith assumed, was the beat of it’s heart. Steady and unwavering.

“D-do you think it needs a sacrifice?” She asked tentatively, not knowing if it was wise to speak or not. A loud scream was her answer. Lilith took a step back and in the corner of her eye she spotted Luca and punched him lightly on the back. “What do we do now, you fucking wanted it here!” her voice commanded in a harsh whisper. Her question should have been directed toward Roxy, but the poor girl looked ready to piss herself.

The creature was cool and all, but Lilith decided that she wanted show and tell time to be over.



Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Zandra Moon

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Luca ingnored everyone else and winced slightly as Roxy cut his hand. Putting it over the cup to his blood added the collection. He was glad his friends were all here to help him out.

Roxy started the chanting and Luca stared at the cup of blood. All he could think was, this demon better not look anything like emery. He could see it now. The same pink hair, black eyes and demon like face. It sent shivers down his spine and he shot Emery an accusatory glare like the perv had done something wrong.

It was intense, Roxy speaking in tongues, the wind and rattling windows. Just when Luca was beginning to think this wasn't such a good idea, black mist surface in front of him. It was so thick and dark that he lost sight of Roxy on the other side of it. Eventually when Luca could only assume was a demon begun to materialize. Luca opened his mouth to say something but the hideous shriek the demon let off silenced him. He looked to his friend Zandra and mouthed 'what the fuck'.

Smoke was going everywhere and Luca just knew a teacher run in on them any moment. Lilith punched him in the back, (rather hard he might add, that girl needed to learn her own strength) and Luca waved Lilith off, "Oh, fuck off Lilith."
Then he looked to the demon and cleared his throat. Did it even understand english? Or had Roxy summoned a Mexican demon or some shit.

"Uh Demon? Sir?"
Luca asked to the demon. Speaking slowly like one might talk to a foreigner. "I am Luca Merlot. 18 year old high school student." He pointed at Roxy. "That's my friend, Roxanne. She summoned you for me." The demon didn't really show any signs of listening to Luca. Luca looked to his friends with a half shrug, like 'what do I do?'

Swallowing Luca looked back at the demon and tentatively said, "So, um, I have a fear of height I was hoping you could me with?" He paused, "Yes? No?" He asked trying to pick up any sort of response from the demon. "So what kind of price would I be looking at for that kind of thing?" He hoped Roxy had summoned a useful demon, not a 'let's destroy the world for funsies' demon.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Darling Character Portrait: Luca Merlot Character Portrait: Lilith Aronov Character Portrait: Roxanne Darcy Character Portrait: Zandra Moon Character Portrait: Vincent Hart

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The creature's lips drew back to expose serrated fangs, its voice grating and screeching like knives against boulders.

Emery's already pale face had drained entirely of color. The arm that Vincent had latched onto was quickly losing feeling, but the president forced himself to cough into his hand, clearing his throat.

Shit. Shit shit shit. Vincent was still a virgin, there was no way he could die like this...!

"CAN YOU-?" The seventeen year old gestured to the field where the flags and stands heralded the start of track and field day. He made vague smashing motions, accompanied by sound affects. "-ruin that. GET RID of that?"


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Emery winced, clapping his free hand over an ear. That wretched voice made him want to rip his own damn eardrums out, fuck. The demon flickered in and out of existence before finally turning truly invisible. What... what was it doing? Suddenly a powerful burst of wind exploded from the place the creature was last standing, whipping debris into Emery's face and blowing pink bangs backwards.

"Oh... damn," the pervert coughed, rubbing at his eyes. "What happened? Is it... gone?"

That's when distant screams broke out in the direction of the field.

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Location: outside w/ group
What did they do this time?

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While fidgeting with the television dolly, a low demonic scream sent all of Jane's hairs straight up. "What in the actual hell...?" She peered outside the second floor window of the classroom to see debris flying out from behind one of the schools exterior walls. Wanting to see more she stuck her head out further, slamming her face into the glass window. "SHIT!" She rubbed her now smashed nose and turned towards Reina. "Dude something crazy is happening, we have to go out and help the club."

The girl just sat there, too involved in the crude game play of a yaoi fantasy. Jane sighed and took off running out of the classroom, knowing there was no hope for that little pink haired maniac. During her slow descent down the staircase (she couldn't run anymore) she could hear screams of people this time. Is this some kind of sick joke? I hope my girls are okay... Oh please just kill off all the males, then I'll have no competition.

As she emerged outside her eyes went wide. Out on the field was a horrific creature. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, believing it was an illusion, but it was still there. She turned her head to where she saw the debris emerge and noticed the pastel pink of Emery's hair. You fuckers... what did you do?! She jogged over, with a lot less urgency than she should have. Upon seeing Lilith alive and well, she let out the breath she had been holding and hugged the girls waist, digging her head into the girls chest. "Oh thank goodness you are okay." She let go, knowing Lilith would probably kick her if she stayed any longer. Straightening out she crossed her arms and looked angrily at all of the bleeding club members. "WHAT HAPPENED?!"

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It's fair to say that Zandra had a legit reason to dislike all of these demonic rituals now, given that these idiots summoned a demon that could very well kill them. Though she didn't get to see the demon for long until it suddenly disappeared.

Thankfully she didn't have to listen to its ear-grating voice anymore, but there was the sound of something else that suddenly reached her ears. Zan quickly turned in the direction of all the screams reverberated across the field and saw that the demon was doing exactly Emery told it to do.

Which was sort of surprising to say the least, as Zan had half expected that it would kill them right then and there. Although Zan had the overwhelming urge to bolt back to the field and help out whoever was hurt, she fought desperately to suppress it.

There were more important things to do, and that was actually getting rid of the damn demon.

Zan hadn't noticed Jane's arrival until she had questioned exactly what the fuck was going on. Shrugging, Zandra said "These geniuses decided it was a great idea to try and summon a demon, and they just so happened to succeed in doing so. Though it was Emery who told it to go attack the field."

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    What was happening? It... It wasn't suppose too...

    While everyone else seemed to be trying to communicate with the creature, Emery just had to be a fucking genius and tell it what to do. Demons... they had a habit, and a nasty one at that, to do more then their fair share of twisted and grinding what a person asked for into what they wanted. Who knew what it was intending on doing.

    Her face felt... wet. Had she started to cry she scared herself so much? Rubbing her eyes, and the wet stains on her face, Roxy cursed to herself as she heard demonic words and the screams of terror from the field. Zandra, Lilith... Even Jane, they all probably were mad at her, weren't they? Roxanne couldn't find it in her heart to blame them if they were. Shaky legs and a horrible looking cut on her hand, the small teen stood, heading towards her bag quietly and pulling out the proper essentials to actually tend to her own hand.

    She was still horrified. Scared. Not prepared. Her delicate hands shook as another unfamiliar panic took over. "...I didn't think this would actually happen..."

    The screams from the field, Roxy wasn't willing to look and see what happened. She was just ready to go home already - to call her dad and beg he call her out. "...What do we do now?" Continue on with the day? Ditch and hide out at one of their houses? Or watch as the creature destroyed field day bit by bit, potentially subjecting themselves to some sort of terror. Luca better have appreciated this fucking effort, at the very least. Summoning a fucking demon? Now, who would of imagined their friend taking it a step further and actually doing it? Hmph.

    The woman sniffed, getting a bit salty.

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Vincent wanted to scream, but the heart in his throat made it hard to do so.

“W-we should try and s-stop it,” he murmured, not entirely sure if his words were his own. He loosed his grip on Emery’s arm and upon noticing Roxy struggling with her bandages silently moved to her aide. His hands weren't steady, but his vision wasn't clouded with tears, and he supposed that was a plus.

Lilith could only roll her eyes, “Nooo,” she drawled out sarcastically, “Let’s have the fucking demon run loose. Oh, and while we're at it, why don't we invite it to your birthday party?” Vincent could be an idiot sometimes, but she supposed it was part of his charm. “Which, by the way, I was never a part of if we’re questioned.” Her gaze scanned everyone throughly as if making a point. Vincent nodded his head solemnly, having finished with Roxy's bandages as best as he could.

Lilith was about to add more to her sentence when she felt a pressure around her waist and chest. ‘What the fuck.’

She looked up and a mop of pink and blonde hair obscured her vision. ‘Jane,’ she thought numbly. Before she could yell at her however Jane let go and commented on her wellbeing before yelling at everyone else. ‘Nice to see where her priorities are.’

More screaming the background however reminded both Lilith and Vincent that they should probably find out what the hell the demon was doing, and so with a running start they both grabbed whomever they could and began to run.

What was that one movies slogan again? Oh right, ‘we’re all in this together.’ — that was until questioning began and then Lilith would be gone like the wind.

Vincent felt as though his lungs were going to give out at any moment, but Lilith herself had never felt more alive. Was she an adrenaline junkie? Perhaps, but when life was so boring who could blame her?

They arrived at the field where the demon loomed over the students with a menacing gaze. It held fire in its talon-like claws and a grin that was reminiscent of a crescent moon. With a flick of its wrist it set multiple hurdles on fire as well as a few students who — to their better judgment — stop, dropped, and rolled.

“Luca, you asshole, do you still want to ask if it can make you unafraid of heights?” She had stopped on the running track, a good one-hundred fifty yards away from where the Demon resided. Vincent looked at him in worry, wondering if he would say yes but a large badly aimed fireball had him ducking.

Taking out her phone Lilith then opened her camera app and began to take photos with a mad kind of glee. Blackmail material, or perhaps evidence. She wasn't sure which one she preferred.

“How do we, um, unsummon a demon. . . .” He hadn’t heard Luca respond to Lilith’s question, but at this point in his very young life, he didn’t particularly care. Maybe they had to fulfill a request? Sacrifice someone? Call up an exorcist? But if worst came to worst they would die - which, if he was being honest, wasn’t the worst way to go.

He could, for example, be dying alone.

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When Emery told the demon to go deal with the athletics festival, and then it did. Luca whipped his head up to the pervert and gave him a venomous glare.

"Are you fucking kidding me. My science teacher is over there, he hasn't marked my assignment yet and he could get killed!"
Luca growled clearly more pissed off that he might have to repeat his assignment than any potential death that might be on his shoulder. "Not to mention I think Riener is over there,"
Luca added on more quietly and in less of an outrage. He would have hit the pink haired bastard if that hadn't involved standing up.

Next thing Luca knew he was being grabbed from Lilith and marched them over the field to the demon. When she asked is he wanted to go ahead with his plan and Luca faltered. "Ah, I- ah," He looked nervously at the ground wishing so badly that he didn't shake so much. Then he saw a fellow student get hit with a fireball and his mind was made up. "L-l-lilith. I-I think I-i-i'd r-r-rather be afraid of heights t-t-than d-dead." Luca stuttured.

Luca then dropped out of Lilith's grip and landed in a crouch. He looked up at Vincent cooly, "Let's kill this motherfucker." Luca got to his feet and ran a few steps towards the demon before a fireball was thrown from the demon as it squealed loudly. Luca ducked the fireball singed his beanie. Running back the group he ripped on his beanie and stopped on it to get the flames out. "O-o-okay, d-d-definitely not t-t-that," Luca stuttered nervously as the adrenaline wore off and he realized how high up he was.

"W-w-what if w-we j-j-just go home?"

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Location: outside w/ group
One could call me a knight in shining armor.

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Jane tagged along with Vincent, Lilith and Luca, Lilith being her new target with Rei absent. The demon was wreaking utter havoc on the field day. Patches of grass were burning, hurdles were crumbling to ashes, people screaming and running. It was a disaster to say the least. Jane was typically a brave soul, but even she couldn't shake the shiver of fear the demon gave her. He was gruesome and relentless.

A girl in tight shorts emerged out of nowhere into Jane's sight. It was Grace. Grace was an old project of Jane's. The girl eventually gave into Jane's clutches as she had wanted to experiment, but it shortly ended as it was nothing but a fling. There was definitely some "bad blood" between the two. The black-haired babe flung her arms around Jane, "Jay-Jay! Help me!" Jane grimaced at the nickname that she had liked before she was heartbroken. "I said not to call me that anymore. Go find Harry, he'll protect you." The amount of salt pouring out of Jane's mouth was enough to flavor the sea.

Shortly after dissing Grace, Jane noticed a fire ball hurdling towards the unsuspecting Lilith. Jane's eyes went wide as time seemed to stop. She pushed Grace off and onto the floor and booked it towards Lilith. Tackling her onto the ground before the spinning fire touched her. Jane blushed as she lay atop Lilith. "Hey sugar, you okay?" She then averted her attention to a stuttering Luca, "Yeah no kidding, I much rather just run home but we gotta fix this. Where the hell is Roxy?! Get her out of her daze Luca, she's the only one who knows about this shit." With that she got off of Lilith, extending a hand towards her to help her up.

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    Somewhere deep down, there was almost a feeling as if this was her fault.

    It was quick to fade, of course, but as Roxanne stood to observe the damage, there was only one thing she COULD do. Picking up her bag, not to mention all its supplies, that short as fuck midget knew what she had to do. Now, it wasn't going to make anyone happy, but ultimately this was one person'a fault. Emery's.

    It was time to go home, kiddos.

    Opening her mouth and screaming, she gave everyone a wave. "I'm going home! Bye! I don't have nearly enough sunscreen and burn lotion for this!" It would clearly fulfill it's own price - and if not, would hunt Roxy down until it did. Maybe she could call some Demon Language expert. "I'm allergic to dying by demons, sorry guys!"

    Weren't they all though? That was the best part. With that, and how quickly she felt abandoned her babiness, the tantrum princess began her high speed walk out towards the gated exit of the field day, which was cramped with screaming kids jumping fences, and trying to shove each other through the gate. Hopefully no one died in the making of all this. The government would probably close this all up to be someone slipped drugs into the water anyway. Noooo satanic symbol here, guys. Demons aren't real! Psh.

    Roxanne couldn't deny there was a sense of urgency to leave however, before anyone caught her.

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